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The Lost Kiddo (Intruality)

Author's Note: Heyyy! Remember when I said possible double upload? Yeah! That's right! You're getting a double upload this weekend. Now, Silly Faces was a fic with pure fluff, so I had to balance it with a little angst somehow. Scratch 'little', this fic actually has a lot of angst in the first half. I would classify it as whump because there's quite a bit of emotionally stressing moments. But, it ends very fluffy. Don't you worry! I hope the flow of this fic is alright because I'm not too terribly satisfied with it. If you think of a way I can make it better, constructive criticism is greatly appreciated. You all know I love story fic tickles and that's what this fic is. Much like "A Tedious Caretaker" the tickling in this fic is treated like an after thought. Ahhh whatever. You'll see what I mean when you read it. This fic does have quite a bit of warnings in it, so stay safe everyone. And enjoy!

The Lost Kiddo

Ships: Platonic Intruality (If you want a romantic intruality fic in the future, let me know.)

Words ~ 2,621 ~

Warnings: Disturbing Imagery, Sexual innuendos, Kink talk, Screaming/Yelling , Crying, Animal Death mention, torture mention, Janus and Remus are both in this one, Mentions of Roman angst, Food mention (more specifically lots and lots of bananas), slimy substances, jealousy, violence and lots of sorrow. (Please let me know if I forgot something. There are a lot of things.    ><')

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     Kiddo. It was a word that meant everything and nothing to the man who would quietly fantasize about having such a nickname directed towards him.

     Kiddo. A form of endearment given from a father figure to one whom he considered an apprentice, or in some intimate cases, a son. A child. One who is loved without fail regardless of whatever whimiscal, wacky, or weird decisions the child would make without parental guidance or approval.

     That was him, wasn't it? The description fit the duke perfectly in all of his oddities and transgressions, yet he was missing one key element. He was not loved as a 'kiddo' should be, but he liked to pretend the many years that passed had created something unworthy of a so-called 'holy' nickname. But, even Janus had the gall to confront him with the idea that it was a forced lie, so he denied himself, again.

     As Remus grew up, there were no goodnight kisses, no goodbye hugs, and certainly no fond ruffles of the hair that he so deeply envied Roman for. Perhaps that's why he never washed his own hair, he couldn't bear the pain of going through all the effort to receive something only to never receive it. Because deep down he knew, Patton would never dare touch filth like him.

     Once the whole escapade had happened with Janus being accepted and Patton becoming okay with his existence, a spark of hope had burned within the duke's broiling chest. He was disgusted by it, but taking his anger out on his own brother who was already worse for wear would not have been a wise decision. So he went to Janus and acted like the deranged maniac he was, hoping to drive everyone away so this sick flame of hope would leave his twisted form.

     But Janus knew better than to pick a fight with a broken animal. What Remus had gone through in terms of emotional turmoil was arguably even worse than Virgil's, and Janus was not sure he would recover. There was nothing he could do for Remus now, because the fate of Thomas's creativity lay solely in the hands of the moral aspect's.

     Patton, alone, was in control of Thomas's belief system and now that it was shifting, Roman's idealism, his hopes and his dreams fell between the cracks of a shattered worldview. Janus had held Patton that night, who was sobbing over his failure to the side he had always called his kiddo. Janus knew Roman would recover eventually as he seemed to have found a friend in Virgil, but it was Remus who had nothing. If Patton truly wanted Thomas to heal, then he would have to accept the new worldview, and by default accept Remus.