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arya-skywalker · 4 years

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Starved for attention Part 2 (Sanders Sides Fanfic)

Notes: Aiming for 3-4 parts total, hopefully. Sorry for the wait and hope you enjoy! This one’s a bit fluffier.

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TW: imprisonment, starvation, malnutrition, touch starvation, bathing (implied nudity, no details)

Part 1

~*~

Janus stirred and rubbed his eyes groggily. It was difficult to tell time down here, but something told him it was roughly morning.

“Hey, Fangs.” Virgil was in the cell with him, curled up a few feet away with pillows and blankets. “Lo said you’re touch starved?”

Janus stiffened slightly. “When did you get here?”

“While you were asleep, obviously. Logan let me in,” Virgil said with a half smile. “You look cold. Can I at least give you a blanket?”

Janus nodded slowly. “Yesss.... pleassse.”

Virgil edged closer and gently draped the blanket over his shoulders. “We move at your pace. It’s alright.”

Janus huddled under the blanket, nuzzling the soft fabric. God it felt good. He looked back over at the anxious side. “Sssit next to me?” he asked, hating how small his voice sounded.

Virgil nodded and did so, leaving a few inches between them. “You can... uh... lean against me if you want,” he said.

Warm warm WARM! Janus waited a few minutes to get used to the idea that another person was so close, then hesitantly rested his head on Virgil’s shoulder. “Mm. You’re warm,” he mumbled into the hoodie.

Virgil laughed softly. “Yeah. I know. Do you want my arm around you or nah?”

Janus nodded, closing his eyes and nestling close once he felt the comforting pressure. A good warm. “I misssed you.”

Virgil was silent for a moment. His body tensed ever-so-slightly, but he didn’t let go. “I’m sorry. I was... scared. And I didn’t know.... I didn’t think it would get this bad. How long have you been like this?”

“Sstopped keeping track,” Janus muttered, pulling the blanket closer. “Better not to know.”

“Jan. You know this isn’t good, right? You’re so fucking skinny, I could count all your bones.”

“Oh really? I hadn’t noticed,” Janus drawled, then hummed thoughtfully. “Can I move to your lap? Floor’s cold.”

Virgil sighed. “Sure, whatever.” He gently helped Janus onto his lap, holding him to make sure he didn’t fall. “You know you can’t stay down here much longer.”

“Mmm. You have a better idea?” Janus curled up on his lap, head on Virgil’s chest, soaking up the warmth. “This issss my room now. The ‘dark side’ commonsss are a messs. Any other room could corrupt me, you know that.”

“At least you’d be in an actual bed!” Virgil scowled, then bit his lip. “Unless.... unless we make this place more habitable?”

Janus hugged the pillow and squinted up at Virgil. “Thiss iss a cell. It’s not ssupposed to be comfortable.”

“Who the fuck cares? You’re hurting, Jan. You need help.”

Janus looked away, watching the chains sway. “It could hurt you if you try. I won’t die. I’ll be fine.”

“Janus, look at me. You’re hurting yourself and it sucks. Let us help you.”

Janus’s tongue flicked out, then he sighed and looked back at Virgil. “If the cell fights back, you stop. Clear?”

Virgil smiled grimly. “Yeah. Clear,” he said. “Roman should be able to make some furniture or whatever.”

“Ssstay with me. Pleassse.” Janus closed his eyes tiredly, clinging loosely to Virgil.

“I’m here. Just get some rest, alright?”

Janus wanted to protest, but it was so soft and warm.... He found himself dozing off before he could say another word.

~*~

Janus burrowed into the pile of blankets and pillows. Soft and warm. Exactly what he needed.

But Virgil was gone.

He frowned slightly and sat up, wrapping a blanket around himself. “Virgil?” Janus asked softly. But there was no answer. “Virgil!”

He’s gone. He left you again. He still hates you.

Janus shook his head, hugging a pillow tightly. No. He just.... went to get some food. That has to be it.

Footsteps. Roman’s footsteps.

“Rise and shine, sleeping beauty!” Roman sang, twirling as he approached.

“Mmm. And what if I prefer to sstay coiled up in my nessst?” Janus countered.

Roman huffed. “I brought you more food! And some tea. You like tea better than coffee, right?”

Janus nodded slowly. “Did Virgil....?”

“Yes! He told me all about it! We’re going to make this place fit for nobility,” Roman said, beaming.

Janus shrunk into his nest of pillows. “Nothing too fancy. We don’t want to push our luck,” he replied.

“Ridiculous! You deserve the best, and I will give it to you!”

Janus groaned. “Roman, pleassse!”

Roman blinked. “Oh... you’re being serious?”

Janus glared at him. “Yessss I am.” He sighed and rubbed his face. “Jussst... baby steps. Ssee how the cell reactsss.”

“Well.... I guess,” Roman grumbled, then created a key and opened the cell door.

Again, Janus stared at the doorway. It was so easy for them to open it. Why couldn’t he just...? It wouldn’t hurt anyone... Maybe he could...

Roman strode inside, created a small table by the door, and set the food down. Then he clapped his hands and grinned. “Let’s get started! You’ll need a bed and a chair and a desk and a closet and a fireplace and—“

“Ssstop!” Janus held up his hands, then sighed and shook his head. “Sslow down, Your Highnesss. Remember, keep it ssssimple!”

Roman pouted. “But mon python, you deserve the best!”

“Thiss iss not going to work if you fight me every ssstep of the way,” Janus hissed, glaring up at him. Dammit, he felt so small.

He clenched his jaw, then carefully gathered his feet under himself and used the wall as support to stand. It hurt. His legs wobbled. His head spun. This was a bad idea.

Roman rushed over and caught him. “Whoa now! Careful, my frail flower,” he chided, holding him close.

Janus whined, but clung to him. This was embarrassing. He was Deceit. He was Self-Preservation. It shouldn’t be this hard to stand! “I’m fine,” he spat.

Roman scooped him up, which certainly didn’t help. “Here now, I’ve got you!”

Janus squeezed his eyes shut, hiding his face in Roman’s sash. Too fast. Too high. He felt Roman tense as the prince realized his error.

“Oh. Do you want me to put you down?”

“Mmm. Make a bed and put me down on it. A sssimple twin bed. Nothing fancy.”

“How boring!” Roman complained, but with a flourish he did so. “Fine. How’s that?”

Janus took a deep breath and looked at the bed, running his hand across the blanket. It was not too hard, not too soft. Certainly better than the floor and pillow nest. Luckily not too fancy either— light yellow cloth, metal frame with vague snake designs. “Thank you. This is perfect, my prince,” he said, resting his head on the pillow.

Roman beamed at the praise. “Oh goodie! What next?”

Janus hesitated, looking around the cell that had been his home for.... he didn’t even want to know how long. “I don’t need much, my prince,” he said.

Roman tapped his foot. “I know! Lights!” He snapped his fingers, making a large iron candelabra appear with half-melted candles, as well as twining fairy lights around some of the chains.

Janus sighed. “Very pretty, Your Highnesss, but I don’t—“

“Books! You like to read, right? You need a bookshelf!” Roman made a bookshelf appear. “What sort of books? Classics, of course....”

Janus felt a smile tug at his lips. “Forbidden love? With a side of anarchy?”

“Of course, charm snakelet!” Roman beamed, filling the shelves with various books. “What about music?” A record player materialized on top of the bookshelf.

“My prince, you ssspoil me rotten.” Goodness, when was the last time he had actual entertainment? He reached for Roman’s hand. “Come here, pleassse.”

Roman immediately knelt by the bedside and took Janus’s gloved hand, kissing it lightly. “I’m here, treasure,” he said.

Janus looked around the cell. It was already so much better.... but yet, the grime from before remained. “My prince?” he asked quietly.

“Yes charm snakelet?” Roman replied with a dazzling smile.

Janus blushed faintly. “I.... if you don’t mind.... do you think you could.... help me bathe?” He asked sheepishly. “I know I’m disgusting at the moment but...”

Roman snapped his fingers, making a claw-foot bathtub appear, already filled with steaming water and floral-scented soaps.

Janus sank into the bed. “Oh thank goodnessssss.....”

Roman gently helped him to the bath. “You’ll be shining like the sun in no time!”

“Mmmm.... thank you,” Janus murmured, carefully slipping into the warm bath. Clean. He would finally be clean again.

Roman’s touched was light, as if Janus were made of glass that could break at any second. But the bath was soothing as any massage. Once done, Roman wrapped him in heated towels before helping him change into clean clothes.

“Thank you, my prince,” Janus murmured, falling asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

~*~

Logan visited yet again. “May I take your vitals now?” he asked.

Janus sighed. “We are imaginary. I don’t know what you think you’ll find,” he muttered.

“Your metaphysical state reflects that of a human. Well, in your case, half-human and half-reptilian. We cannot die, but we can become ill. If I find an issue that can be remedied, you will recover sooner.” Logan adjusted his tie.

Janus stared at him for a moment, then reluctantly nodded. “Very well. Do what you must.”

Logan opened the cell door and stepped inside. Janus looked away to avoid staring at the taunting path. He remained still as Logan checked his pulse, his lungs, his reaction times, and anything else that he could.

“I... have a hypothesis,” Logan said slowly.

“Do sshare with the classss,” Janus drawled.

Logan frowned. “There is no class—“

“Figure of speech. Continue, please.”

Logan cleared his throat. “I believe that observing some memories of when Thomas has utilized your function may help expedite your recovery,” he said carefully.

Janus blinked. “Watching memories of him lying and putting himself first and such?” he clarified.

“Yes, exactly.” Logan reached into his briefcase and pulled out a small box. “I have one here.”

“Does Patton know?” Janus looked at the box warily.

Logan adjusted his tie. “No, not yet. I made sure to choose a memory related to his education so it would be less suspicious.”

Janus took a deep breath and held out his hands. “Alright. Let me sssee it,” he said.

“Please tell me if you feel anything... strange,” Logan said, then placed the box on Janus’s open palm.

Janus opened the box, trying to ignore how much his hands were shaking. A warm light filled the room and the memory played out before his eyes.

Thomas, laying in bed, coughing— definitely a fake cough— begging his mother to let him stay home from school. Somehow she believed it. But as soon as the door closed, Thomas bolted to his feet and ran downstairs. He made himself breakfast of frozen waffles piled high with various sweets and put on the tv to watch The Office. A mental health day. Thomas was playing hooky to a day to himself. And apparently catch up on homework, but whatever.

Janus gasped once the memory faded and closed the box, feeling a burst of energy.

“Did it work?” Logan asked.

“I... think sssso,” Janus said slowly.

“How do you feel?”

“As if I downed an expresso with a chocolate pastry. A jolt of energy that will likely come crashing down in the not-so-distant future.” Janus tightened his grip on the box. “May I keep it?”

Logan wrote something down, then frowned. “Of course not. I must return the memory to Patton. Please hand it over.”

Janus hissed, recoiling with the box in his arms. “Sssay you losst it!”

“I will not engage in falsehoods if it can be easily avoided. Deceit, give me the memory, please.”

Janus glared at him. “Don’t want to.”

“You are being unreasonable.”

“Don’t care.”

“Deceit—“

Janus bared his fangs. “Get out!”

Logan took a step back. “I am only trying to help you without hurting Thomas or Patton. Surely you understand?”

Janus glared at him, holding the memory close to his chest. His tongue flicked out. “One day,” he said finally. “Let me keep it for one day. Then I will give it back.”

Logan hesitated. “You should not watch it too many times. Thomas might notice and begin obsessing over the memory.”

“Noted.”

Logan bowed his head and left, once again locking the door behind himself. Janus waited until the logical side was gone before rewatching the memory. His strength would return in time. He simply had to be patient.

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yamithediaperdork · 4 years

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Forgotten stories/tweak old story: Do you believe in Magic? (Malcore)

Do you believe in magic?

Once upon a time, well, maybe not that long ago there was a brother and a sister, named Malcore and Des. Malcore was a growing boy, 14 years of age while Des was 6, though growing up ever so fast. Malcore was a kind, loving big brother who would of done anything for his little sister, until one fateful day when while playing with her outside, a group of his friends had seen him pretending to be a baby (they had been playing house) and he’d endured weeks of teasing. After that, Malcore stopped playing with Des who didn’t understand why her wonderful big brother was such a big doo doo head all of a sudden. Upset, Des asked to go out to their aunts while Malcore stayed home to explain things out to their father, then to Mom when she got back. Both of them had understood what Malcore was trying to say, and were willing to have a talk with Des before her bedtime.

Meanwhile at auntie Karen’s, Des told their aunt what a awful big brother Malcore was, and might of lied a little, making him sound like a little monster. Aunt Karen who (maybe) sort of favored Des more then Malcore was a little bit miffed by what she heard, and wished that Malcore had come out too now..Since she would of put the boy in his place. However, She had anther way of doing so... You See, one of the reasons why Aunt Karen dotted on Des to the degree that she did, was that Des was like her auntie..a witch. Oh, it would take awhile for her to master her powers, but the girl had the potential. Malcore on the other hand, was very much like his father, and devoid of any magic. even her sister while unable to cast spells was ungiue in being immune to magic. Sending Des off to watch some tv, and enjoy a snack of cookies and milk..Aunt Karen started to weave together a doll that would look like her nephew..and made sure to use some of his hair that she had (And they had called her creepy!) to bind the doll to him. If Des was powerful as Karen thought..then in Des’s hands Malcore was going to have quite a interesting afternoon..or longer depending on how long it took her sister to figure out what was going on.

While Des was over at Aunt Karen’s, Malcore had gone over to his friends house to play some video games. He endured a few taunts about them asking if he needed a diaper changed when he had farted, which had led to some rough housing and Malcore being asked to head home by his friends parents. He didn’t know what was in store for him as he took a little detour, he wasn’t expected home till supper time so he went though a little bit of woods nearby..staying on a trail mostly used by joggers on a lazy Sunday afternoon like today. it took longer to get home but the woods opened up right by his back yard, so if you had the time it beat walking on the sidewalk..and ironically, he’d have no idea how lucky he was he decided to take this route, or that he had been kicked out when he was.

“Auntie Karen gave me a new dollie!” Des said super excited in the back seat of the car, almost bouncing as mom drove them home. “That’s nice of her. did she get Malcore something?” Megan asked, knowing her sisters slightly biased attuide towards her kids. “She said if Malcore was gonna be a doo doo head he wouldn’t get a present.” Des huffed. Megan sighed..knowing it would be pointless to try and talk to Des till the little girl calmed down some more. “Well Malcore’s at his friends house anyways..” “Course he is..well i’ma gonna play with my dolly in my room.” Des said, as the car pulled into the driveway. Parking and letting Des out of the back seat, Megan ruffled her hair. “Ok kiddo, have fun.” She said and watched Des run off, with a my little voodoo doll toy..

Des hadn’t yet opened the white box, but as she did she found a small dolly that...looked just like her big brother and gasped in surprise. he was wearing exactly what Malcore was wearing at the moment! She also found a letter from Aunt Karen in the box, and while it took a bit of effort, she managed to get the basic meaning of it. More or less Aunt Karen told her to take out her frustrating on her big brother with the dolly, and feel better. She warned her not to be too rough with the dolly, and treat it like it was a living person, as the magic..whatever that meant, would be lost if the doll was killed.. Des didn’t understand how a doll could be killed but put the letter instead and looked in the box, expecting to find more boy clothes and stuff, and maybe a Des dollie. While there wasn’t a Des dolly, there was lots and lots of girls clothes, just the right size for the Malcore doll, and...diapers and other baby things! Des Giggled like a mad woman and got ready to play with her new toy, tugging down it’s pants and noting how it was wearing balloon print undies, just like Malcore still did.

Malcore was on the path, relaxing and enjoying the sights around him when suddenly he felt a yanking..and his jeans were around his ankles! the teen’s face flushed red and he moved to pull the pants back up but found himself..hovering in the air as they were tugged off his ankles! “W-What the feck!?” Malcore yelped, and then watched in dismay as his jean soared off over the trees..to go knows where, leaving him on the trail..in his shirt and undies. He was set back down on his feet, and feeling bewildered..till he heard a giggle behind him. Whirling around, there was a older lady, 18-20, in shorts and top, a jogger most likely, looking at the red faced boy. “You know, This really isn’t the place to flash off your undies little boy.” She teased. “I-I..”Malcore stammered, and then he tried to cover himself. “Whatever. just go and get your pants back on..the next person might not be so forgiving.” the woman laughed and then started to jog again, leaving Malcore behind... Like he wanted to flash off his undies!!

Having set the dolls jeans to the side, and behind careful to fold them (Des was a Lil bit of a neat freak) she moved onto getting the socks and shirt off of her Malcore doll next, having already selected a pretty blue dress for her brother..a bit of a evil grin on her face. She had no idea that thanks to her magic potential, everything she was doing to the doll was happening to him, and likely, with the mind set she was in, wouldn’t of cared.

Malcore was running off the path, being careful not to cut his legs on the branch's when he felt himself being lifted up again and groaned in despair. “Pleassse let this just be a dream!” He squeaked and then his socks and socks came off..and his shirt as well..and they flew though the trees as he was set down again..left in the middle of the woods in just his underwear..scared and confused.

“Let’s see,what sorta socks should I use for my big brother..” Des giggled, then grinned as she found some frilly knee highs..and then a pair of black Mary Jane’s. they would SO go along with the pretty blue dress she had picked.. Feeling a Lil evil, she pretend that Malcore was pleading with her as she got ready to dress him. “No Des, i’m sorry i was such a stinky doo doo boy! please don’t make me into a pretty girl!” She said in a deep version of her voice. “Sorry Malcore, it’s for your own good, now be a good girl or else I’ll have to spank you!”

Slowed down by the lack of shoes, Malcore was almost to the tree line when he felt himself lifting up again..and he grabbed at his underwear with both hands, assuming that that was next. Instead clothes can flying from nowhere at him, and as he looked, he realized what KIND of clothes they were and whimpered. “Oh god, PLEASE let this be a bad dream!” he cried out, as the white socks worked they’re way up his legs..then the Mary Jane's buckled themselves to his feet. “this isn’t real...this isn’t real..” he chanted to himself..eyes clothes..then felt his arms tugged up..and looked at the pretty blue dress. “Oh god please don’t let this be real...”

With the dress on ’Malcore’ Des set the dolly down and smiled..the sight of her big brother dressed like this was going to keep her smiling for quite some time. she hmmed and ha’ed about putting him in one of the pairs of panties in the box, but then decided the diapers would be cuter. but first... “Oh gawd, Please Des, I’m Sooo sorry!” She said in her Malcore voice, and made the dolly get on its knees like it was begging for forgiveness.

Malcore whimpered as he was set back on his feet..then yelped as he went onto his knees, the branch's on the ground poking him. “the fuck is going on!?” He demanded out loud.

“I dunno Malcore, you’ve been such a jerk and-” “Change me back right now or I’m gonna kick your butt!” She said in her Malcore voice, and then Des sighed. “you brought this on yourself big brother.” she scold and picked up the dolly, swatting it’s butt.

Malcore shut his eyes, scared of what was next as he was lifted up into the air..then his dress...ugh...HIS dress...was tugged up in the back...and Malcore suddenly had a badddd feeling...

his suspicions were confirmed a moment later when he felt the slaps on his butt, and despite himself, he was bawling like a baby by the third swat, tears rolling down his cheeks and covering his mouth trying not to attract anyone with the noise he was making.

Des took a little bit of water from her..and trickle it down the dolly undies..making sure to keep the dolls dress out of the way and then scolded. “Malcore! did you wet yourself!?”

the spanking stopped but that wasn’t the worse part..as without warning Malcore’s bladder gave way and with the dress tugged out of the way he soaked his undies! he felt anther swat on his bottom, then the offending undies were tugged off of him (though somehow not getting his shoes or socks wet...) and then Malcore was on his feet, the dress pinned up and his privates on display. But this was the break he needed...not sure what was going on, he took off running for the house, and just hoped no one would see him. the fates were nice (in this regard at least) and Malcore made it to the back porch, panting and looking around outside..making sure no one had seen him. he didn’t see the diaper creeping up behind him as he looked out the window..till once again he was in the air.

“Really Malcore, I thought you were a big kid. well, whatever. I understand if your just my little baby sister.” Des giggled and then taped one of the poofy diapers on the Malcore dolly, then put a bow in his hair. Setting the dolly down, she loved how the diapers peeked out from the dress. She stopped, as she heard a sob (Des’s room was over the back porch) that sounded a lot like Malcore, and carried the dolly with her she went downstairs to see what was the matter.

Malcore was mortified...here he was, a young man...and he was dressed like a over sized one year old. he couldn’t spit out the pacifier in his mouth no matter how hard he tried, and resigned himself to it as he started to cry again..and slowly opened the door, having no idea how he was going to explain this to mom and dad. (who, were in the basement den where the TV was set up watching the game) Malcore was bright red as he saw Des of all people..the person he had told he wasn’t a baby doll..come up and go slack jaw staring at him...till he noticed the doll in her hand. "...OU!” He cried out, albeit muffled due to the pacifier, pointing at the dolly. Des looked down..then at him..then at the dolly..and grinned. “Oh my gosh..Aunt Karen really does give the best gifts!” Des giggled, then yelped as Malcore lunged at her. he got his hands on the dolly, for the briefest of moments..then had to let go of it, as he hunched over and held his belly..he had almost voided himself! the feeling was gone the second the dolly was let go of..and Malcore looked at Des who was not amused at all. “I’m gonna let that one go, cuz I bet you’ve had a rough day.” She said with a smirk. “But I think you understand that from now on, things are gonna be a little different around the house..unless you wanna go to school like this.” Des said, her sweet voice dripping with venom. Malcore whimpered..and started to cry again..and Des, being the good big sister she was, had him stand up and turn around so she could pat the back of his diaper to see why the big baby was crying..

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