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djs-horny-blog-lmao · 3 months

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logince, sub logan dom roman. about 2.8k words.

hypnokink, dronification, d/s, brainwashing/programming, dubious consent/cnc. Logan is an android and Roman is a human. Logan's trans, kind of. has a robopussy. uses of 'sir' and 'admin' as titles. inappropriate use of ports.

summary: Logan agrees to let Roman help run his routine maintenance, especially as he has put off doing a proper, deep scan for a while. Roman... takes the opportunity to add some of his own programming, while he has a direct link to Logan's brain.

full fic under the cut ;]

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“Thank you for agreeing to do my maintenance,” Logan says from where he’s sitting on the bench, plugged into his power-port, blinking at his friend behind the desk.

Roman smiles at him.

“Of course,” he replies. “It must suck having to run your own diagnostics.”

He then types something into the computer, and Logan shifts, where he’s sitting, tracing the cables and cords that run from Roman’s computer into Logan’s plugs. He’s an android, and while he is capable of doing this himself, he’s left it a little too long, and when his battery gets low, he… slows down.

Roman offered to do it for him, today, and so Logan gets to just sit still, charging, watching the percentage metre on his UI slowly tick upwards, as diagnostic data rolls past on his periphery. Logan tunes it out, this time, though. He trusts Roman.

“The worst part is plugging yourself in,” he agrees.

Roman laughs a little, and reclines in his chair, looking over at Logan.

“How long does this usually take?”

Logan rubs the back of his neck, just below his synthetic blue hairline, careful not to dislodge the plug in the back of his neck.

“An hour or two,” he says. “I haven’t done a full scan in a while, purely because it takes so long. My impatience has not paid off, clearly.”

Roman snorts. “You hardly ever seem to unwind enough to sit still for that long,” he teases back. “…I can help with that, though, if you want?”

“What?”

“Help with passing the time,” Roman says innocently enough. “While we wait for the scan.”

Logan blinks at him again. “…That is what you’re here for.”

And Roman grins.

“Good,” he says. “Trust me, Logan.”

Logan frowns, and as Roman types something more, and something suddenly feels different about how Logan perceives the world, he goes to stand, trying to be mindful not to unplug himself.

“Ah, ah, ah,” Roman tuts, barely glancing up from his monitors. “Sit down, Logan. You don’t want to yank out your cables.”

Logan… does as he’s told. That surprises him. He sits back down, his processor barely seeming to do little more than… let the order pass through and be accepted.

“…What?” Logan asks. “What just happened?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Roman says, typing more intensely, and suddenly, Logan wonders if he should be concerned that he asked a coder as good as Roman to oversee his maintenance. “Just sit there, Logan, and talk to me. We’re just going to sit here together while the scan goes through.”

But… Logan just nods, despite himself, and some of the concern melts away. He won’t worry about it, then.

“Okay,” he says.

“Good,” Roman says, and shoots Logan a pretty smile. “Thank you, Logan.”

Logan shifts a little again, biting his lip as his fan whines away quietly, starting to work a little harder.

“Are you alright, Logan?” Roman asks, tilting his head, pausing his typing, looking at Logan like he’s waiting for something in specific to happen.

Logan shivers, before he touches his outer thigh, his side, his spine (as best he can) and, importantly, the power cord plugged into the back of his neck to check he didn’t dislodge any of the cables.

“I think so,” he says. “I… feel strange.”

“Well, it must be because you’ve put off doing a proper scan,” Roman tells him, and Logan purses his lips and nods along, it’s a good point. “No wonder you’d be feeling funny.”

Funny. That’s a good word for it. Logan’s lips tweak into a smile.

“That’s a very human way of putting it,” he muses. “Funny…”

“Yeah,” Roman nods. “It’s a good word for when you can’t quite describe something. Especially when you’ve never quite felt anything like it before.”

“Funny,” Logan echoes, before he shivers again. “I… I do feel funny.”

“Well, then,” Roman says, turning back to the screens and typing some more. “That’s strange, isn’t it? What does it feel like?”

Logan frowns into space as that feeling… grows. It sands down the edges of his mind, softening everything, making it a little harder to think. If he was able to pay attention to it, Logan might have noticed that the diagnostic data in the corner of his UI was giving him different read-outs than usual. Logan doesn’t notice, though.

“It…” his voice is so soft, the synthesizer is much more pronounced. “It feels like static. Warm static.”

“Does it feel nice?” Roman asks, glancing up from his screens.

Logan stares ahead for a little longer before replying, genuinely evaluating the way the fuzz makes him feel. But the longer he sits there, the more it builds, and… the warmer and more comfortable it gets.

Eventually, Logan actually smiles, and replies, “…yes, it does.”

“That’s good,” Roman says. “That’s wonderful. Sink into it, Logan.”

“…Hm?” Logan blinks a few times, trying to grasp a thought as Roman’s words sit a little funny with him.

“You can sink into it,” Roman encourages again, and the sound of Roman’s fingers flying over the keys hits Logan’s audio-processors, and it’s… oddly soothing. “You should. It feels good, it’s a reward, Logan, for letting me do your maintenance.”

“Oh,” Logan says, before he slumps a little, letting himself smile again. “Okay.”

His optics drift closed, now, slowly, his UI dimming, and Roman stands up as he realises something, and Logan watches Roman cross the room, approach, and…

Roman pulls out his power cord.

“But…” Logan says hazily, as the low battery alert pops up on his UI. “I… I’m only at fifteen percent, Roman.”

“That’s okay,” Roman says, and… he touches Logan. He runs his finger around the rim of Logan’s power plug, and Logan gasps. “That’s okay, Logan. You said you feel slow and fuzzy on low battery. I think that’s a nice place to be, especially while you have lots of time to wait. Don’t worry, I’ll plug you in before your battery goes fully dead.”

Logan wants to reply, maybe even to argue, but his full attention is on Roman’s fingertip, running circles around his port.

“Does this feel good, Logan?” Roman asks him. “Does this feel funny?”

Logan nods as best he can without moving too much to dislodge Roman’s hand. His mouth is hanging open. His fans are whirring. His eyes usually glow – they’re dimmed now, for being in power saving mode.

“God, you look so good on low battery,” Roman says hungrily. “I was reading up about your model, Logan. You have all the sensory receptors a human would. A feat of engineering. You can feel the same emotions. The same pain.”

The finger keeps circling.

“The same pleasure,” Roman says, his voice soft and lulling. “And your mind is just as malleable. Even more so, when you let me in like this.”

Logan whimpers. He hasn’t tested the full capabilities of his pleasure sensors yet.

“Roman,” he manages to say. It comes out with a harsher, synthetic edge.

“God, you sound so good like that,” Roman murmurs, and he leans in and licks Logan’s cheek. It makes the android shudder. “Has anyone ever done this to you, Logan?”

“No,” Logan says honestly, his head tipping back against Roman’s arm. “H-hah…”

“Do you know what’s going on, Logan?” Roman asks.

“N-no…”

“I’m programming you,” Roman tells him.

Logan stares up at Roman’s face through half-lidded, non-understanding eyes.

“…Hm?”

“Programming you,” Roman repeats. “Programming some things into you. Nothing bad, mind you. How can it be bad? It feels so good.”

Roman’s words somehow seem perfectly in time with the way his finger traces Logan’s port. Logan whimpers again, and slowly spreads his legs, bracing himself on his hands so he can grind up against nothing. He… he feels so needy.

“You’re so smart, and so independent,” Roman keeps talking. “You never let anyone take care of you. You even run your own maintenance. You don’t need to do that, anymore.”

Logan must be hot to the touch, for how hard his fan is working. He’s gasping for air. The tactile pleasure receiver between his legs is already throbbing, his pleasure system has well and truly kicked in and his slit is now wet. Logan grinds against the air. He’s not opposed to touching himself, normally, but he doesn’t like wasting the lubrication – it’s annoying and kind of embarrassing to refill, especially when he’s alone.

But he isn’t now.

“You can let me do it,” Roman says, and his other hand comes to Logan’s throat, tracing its way downwards. “You can let me run your maintenance. You can let me look after you. You can let me do this to you.”

Logan moans, optics rolling as Roman dips a finger into his charging port, before it returns to circling.

“You never mentioned your charging port was sensitive,” Roman comments.

“O-only when- ah!” Logan’s hips thrust up again, and he shoots Roman a hazy, desperate look. “Only when I’m low… low battery.”

“I see,” Roman hums, and he slips his finger back into the port, and Logan moans so loud his vocaliser glitches, his optics rolling. “Good boy for telling me.”

And- oh. Roman starts to finger his charging port. Logan grips the bench so tightly as waves of pleasure crash over him. It feels so good, and normally, when he’s feeling this good, Logan would be a few fingers deep in himself, but… but his hands won’t move. He can only sit there, sit still and take what Roman’s doing.

“Good boy,” Roman repeats, drawling over the words, drawing out, making Logan focus on them, sink into them. “Such a good boy.”

“R-Roman, Roman, s-sir,” Logan gasps, wanting more, wanting to beg but surprisingly unable to find the words. He’s surprised by sir, though.

“Oh, that did work,” Roman notes, pleased. “Yes, Logan?”

“I… I wanna…” Logan stammers, trying to press back against Roman’s hand, even as his other hand rests flat on Logan’s stomach. “I-I need to…”

“You need to cum?” Roman asks him. “Are you that needy, Logan?”

Logan can’t cry, but he would be crying now if he could.

“Yes!” Logan gasps. “Yes, sir!”

“Good boy,” Roman praises him, and the fingering speeds up, and Logan’s visuals are flickering for how overloaded his processor is, he can only focus on the pleasure. “It feels good to call me sir. It feels good to let me do this to you. You want it. You need it.”

“I need it,” Logan repeats, fan whining.

“You need sir to fuck you.”

“I…” Logan gasps as Roman pulls his finger away, leaving him aching and so, so wet. “I need sir to fuck me.”

Once the words are said outloud, it’s like something has shifted again. Logan opens his optics a little wider, and Roman watches it register across his face.

“I need you to fuck me,” Logan repeats, more insistent this time, more desperate, and he spreads his legs wider and looks up at Roman even as Roman drinks him in. “Please fuck me, sir. Please?”

“Good boy,” Roman says. “Hm. What percentage are you on?”

Logan shudders. “N-nine, sir.”

Roman smiles, unbuckles his belt and shimmies his pants down enough to reveal his cock, and oh, Logan has had a fascination with organic sexual organs, but he’s never had the chance to really look at one before.

“Then I better fuck you before you go flat,” Roman says. “But if you go flat, and I’m not done, I may just keep fucking you. Do you mind, Logan?”

Logan’s head spins with arousal at the mere idea, and he shakes his head desperately.

“I don’t mind, sir, I don’t,” Logan says, as he carefully lays back on his elbows. “Eight percent, sir, please fuck me?”

Roman steps in between Logan’s thighs and presses his cock to Logan’s dripping slit. Logan likes to stretch himself but technically, he doesn’t need it, and that’s proven as Roman pushes straight in.

“Oh-hh.”

Logan moans, so genuine and so loud that his voice modulator glitches again. H-he’s… never had something organic inside him before. It feels so good, hot and warm and soft, he can feel it throb inside him.

“God, you’re perfectly tight,” Roman groans, his hands coming to grip Logan’s thighs, fingers splayed around the cable plugged into his right one. “I’ve dreamt about fucking this robot pussy, Logan. You’re perfect for me.”

Logan’s too busy shorting out on overloaded pleasure centres to answer. The diagnostic data is still scrolling past on his UI, flashing words at him, the blinking warning of his low battery alert is rhythmic and entrancing, and his cognitive… oh, that must be it. Logan smiles dreamily. His cognitive processor has been… um…

Dulled. Is that the right word? Logan giggles a little as Roman thrusts into him. Dimmed? Dumbed down.

“God, there it is,” Roman breathes. “Fuck, I was waiting for that. You just figured out what’s going on, haven’t you, Logan?”

“Yeah,” Logan replies, equally as breathily, though it’s synthetic for him. “I’m stupid!”

“You are!” Roman says delightedly, and he starts to fuck Logan properly, setting a rhythm that makes Logan gasp, and his head loll with every thrust. “You’re my dumb little drone, who needs my cock.”

“Ohh,” Logan moans, both in pleasure and in realisation even as Roman’s… as his admin’s cock drives all his thoughts away. “I’m… a dumb… f-fuck, dumb drone…”

“You need my cock.”

“I n-need Admin’s cock,” Logan echoes.

“Fuck, that worked.” Roman slows right down, grinds against Logan painfully slowly, less because he wants to and more like he has something to test. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum, Logan.”

“Hgn, please cum in me, sir,” Logan looks up at him with dull, dull optics. “Please fill me, Admin, please.”

“H-ha, fuck.”

Roman gives in, then. The last of his willpower shattered. Logan moans over and over, his modulator almost giving up, his vision flickering even as Roman’s programming washes over his visual processor and sinking in deeper, and he clenches around Roman’s cock.

“God, you make such a good drone,” Roman gasps, his hips slapping against Logan’s. “You’re perfect. You want this. You need this. You were built to take my cock.”

“I was built to take your cock,” Logan slurs.

“When I refer to myself as Admin, you fall into this headspace,” Roman tells him. “Blank and fuzzy, warm and needy. Understand?”

“Yes, Admin,” Logan replies. It’s mechanical. P-programmed into him.

“F-fuck, shit, shit, shit,” Roman loses his rhythm, “gonna fucking cum, Logan.”

“Please, please, please,” Logan begs, desperate for release – Roman’s release, his own release, anything. “Please, please, please, please.”

Logan’s vision dims even more. Two percent.

“Fuck, fucking cum for me, Logan,” Roman orders, and one hand flies to Logan’s neck, fumbling, sliding around his casing until his finger sinks back into Logan’s port, and Logan goes fully tense asn he cums.

His orgasm is so intense, it completely overloads Logan’s brain. He goes still, goes limp, eyes flickering, as Roman keeps fucking him, chasing his orgasm.

It feels so fucking good, Logan opens his mouth to try say anything, maybe to try warn Roman about the imminent shut down being warned in his UI, but the urge of power it took to cum makes it impossible.

Logan has just enough battery power to feel Roman cum inside him before he goes flat.

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Logan opens his eyes with a gasp. H-he feels… he feels so horny, he knows without even glancing at his UI that his pleasure system is lit up like a city, and he glances at Roman, who is waiting behind the computer, idly typing.

…Maybe Roman hasn’t noticed? Logan bites his lip. That’s good. H-he can just wait til the scan’s over, and then get himself off in privacy.

“H-how’s it going, Roman?” he calls.

“Oh!” Roman starts, glancing over. “Good! It’s almost done. You’ve got ten percent left.”

Logan nods, before he frowns at his UI. “…I have surprisingly low battery,” he comments.

“Oh,” Roman waves a hand. “It turns out you didn’t plug in properly before we started. You went flat halfway through and I plugged you in then.”

Logan frowns. He could have sworn he did, in fact, plug himself in properly. But the proof otherwise is in front of him, so… he shrugs.

“Thank you, then,” he says. “…I’ll admit, it’s nice to have someone else here to catch my mistakes like that.”

Roman’s eyes flash with something, then. A little amused, almost.

“Of course,” he says. “Hey, I can help out from now on, if you want, I don’t mind.”

Logan feels an inexplicable throb between his legs, and desperately ignores it, smiling politely at Roman.

“…Actually, that’s very kind of you,” Logan says. “I’d like that.”

Roman smiles, and stands.

“Admin access,” he declares.

Logan doesn’t even have time to process the statement before everything goes funny. He plummets back down, back into trance, the warm embrace of Roman’s programming taking over.

Logan hardly hears himself speak as he spreads his legs.

“Access granted. Drone is ready.”

Roman grins wickedly, and proudly takes his rightful place between Logan’s legs, so he can really make sure the programming has set in.

#nsfs fic #nsft fic #nsfs logan #nsfs roman #nsfs logince #hypnokink #hypnosis #dronification #dj writes #...this is kind of the inverse of that first thing i ever posted. of vampire logan domming roman. anyway.#robophilia #robot fucker #i feel like there's a word for it i cant remember what it is #anyway. enjoy.#tbh. this is for my mutual who kept putting robofucking on my dash

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audioaujom · 7 months

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(10) Why Do Living Things Need Feelings?

LTWF Hub, < prev, next >

Hello hello! I’ve nothing to say to go along with this update except: enjoy. Perhaps things will look up. We’re getting close to the end, afterall. ((:

Word Count: 1230

Meanwhile, Virgil was attempting a very, very risky plan.

Well it wasn’t risky necessarily, but it wasn’t a very good idea. He was fresh out of good ideas, though. They ran out with his patience approximately two minutes after waking up several days ago, kidnapped in a basement.

For now, he resigned himself to sawing at the tape binding his hands with the cap of a plastic water bottle Janus had left him with, finally splitting the wrapped tape enough that he could yank it apart with just his strength—or what was left of it.

It had taken him far too long and far too much energy to do, praying he wouldn’t be too late to stop Janus from fucking around with Logan any further.

Even the basement of the Engineering Building was familiar from all the days he'd spent trekking through it, legs shaking but supporting him on adrenaline alone as he passed maintenance door after maintenance door, forcing himself up two flights of steps to the floor with his lab on it.

Even if the professor was out, maybe he could put something together with his tools.

Or find his phone and call… the police?

None of his plans were finishing themselves, unhinged ideas swirling into an incoherent mess as he half-walked/half-dragged himself down the hall to finally reach the door to the lab—which had all of the lights off. The lab itself was nearly deserted when Virgil finally got the door open and stumbled inside, the suspicion in his gut settling into a hard stone of dread as he saw Logan idling beside Professor Villarehal’s desk.

“Shit.”

“Oh, hello.” Logan turned to glance at him as he came in, smile empty. “Do you work here?”

Grabbing several tools off his work station and limping up to the front desk, Virgil bit back his sarcasm. “Yup.”

Janus must've done a factory reset, Virgil decided, grimace morphing into a grin. But that's nothing I can't fix.

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Logan, to be entirely honest, had no idea what was going on.

After the strange student had stuck the tools into his neck the metal casing of his head started squeezing in a strange way—and it wasn’t supposed to do that. He knew he was online the way he was supposed to be, but everything felt… off. He couldn’t actually see anything and all he could hear was a high-pitched ringing as he tried to force himself to the surface of whatever weird fog had invaded his programming.

What… happened?

Parsing through his memory didn't yield anything at first, until he managed to pull up something seemingly from before. His memory only started from this morning, but this one was dated as the night before.

He was standing in Professor Sanders’ classroom, surrounded by several kids. Their names were hazy, but he felt a distinct change in his attitude as he recognized one of the faces in front of him.

“Oh, please. Stop struggling, this won’t hurt.” Janus had commented with a proud sneer, pausing a little before correcting, “Maybe. I wouldn’t know.”

Logan was being held down by the students, unable to stop Janus as he stepped around behind him and pried the panel on his neck open.

Everything went white.

The fog still wasn't clearing, but some things were starting to make sense. The student—Virgil. His name is Virgil, he's one of Patton’s friends—must've found a way to redownload everything that Janus had tried to destroy from the reset.

Oh, but Patton…

Something in his memory of the boy’s bright smile and auburn bangs had his head squeezing again, synthetic oil rushing through the pump placed perfectly center in his chest in oddly rhythmic stuttering contractions.

He blinked once, watching the darkness cross his vision before disappearing—not taking any of the static in his vision with it. He tried blinking again, once again only getting a brief wash of darkness.

Why can’t I see anything?

As old memories continually resurfaced—in no particular order—he tried to use one of his hands to see if something was obstructing his eyes, only for his hand to barely twitch. For some odd reason, he couldn’t seem to move or see except for whatever weird glitching continued to spaz in his body.

What was going on?

His attitude shifted again, memory full of images of sitting alone with Patton in the classroom. He couldn’t seem to stop thinking about their conversation about the stars, the pump in his chest stuttering again.

Was he… nervous?

As soon as the word appeared in his head everything started making sense, the nervousness jittering in his body shifting to panic. He didn’t need to breathe but he felt his chest stop and his memories turn to fuzz, his twitching hands falling back to his sides, still. Heat rushed over his cheeks, his mechanical joints aching like the bones they replicated as the colors in front of him began slowly merging into actual shapes in front of his eyes.

“Logan? Are you with me? Logan!” Virgil’s voice finally pulled him through the last of the haze, blinking rapidly to focus in on the concerned brown eyes in front of him. Virgil snapped again in front of his face, Logan reaching up a heavy hand to push it back down.

“Virgil… I—” He mumbled, the familiar classroom sending both a wash of relief and fear through him. His head hurt. That was what was wrong, and it didn’t seem to be going away.

“I know. Janus reset you, but he's a dumbass.” Virgil shook his head, Logan’s eyes catching the movement in a way he’d never really before. He noticed the way his face was sunken in, dark bags under bloodshot eyes and above a dry and cracked smile.

All in all, Virgil looked beat to hell and exhausted.

“Are you… back?”

“Yes, but… if he really reset me, then did I…?” Logan trailed off at the telling look on the engineering student’s battered face, shoulders slumping. “Oh no.”

“It’ll be okay as long as you find Patton now.” Virgil’s adrenaline appeared to be waning, him leaning heavily against the desk behind him. “Janus probably wanted to catch him after resetting you. I'm not sure how long ago that was.”

“I understand. But in the meantime, you should seriously consider a hospital.” Logan advised, a little unnerved by the wave of concern inside him.

Were emotions supposed to move this quickly? This strongly?

Virgil waved a dismissive hand, cracking a small smile at the easily-readable expression on the android’s face. “You go, I'll handle me.”

“Understood. Thank you, Virgil.” Logan said sincerely, turning and jogging out of the lab and back towards Professor Sanders’ classroom.

He still didn’t understand what was going on with him. He knew he was feeling, but none of that made any sense. When did this start to happen? How did his default become so… emotional?

He let the questions in his mind go unanswered as he frantically searched the hallway of students for any glimpse of Patton, spurred on by a squeezing anxiety that had him hearing a fast, artificial heartbeat in his ears.

He could worry about what all that meant later. For now, he needed to find Patton.

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Finally slumping down to the floor as his weakened legs gave out, Virgil laughed to himself in the empty classroom. “Yeah… Roman’s going to kill me.”

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two-am-outlines-only · 2 years

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Parting Gift

Summary: Virgil navigates an empty world he didn’t see before and he can’t see now. Thankfully the modified roomba his parents left him helps in the absence of people.

Warnings: apocalypse scenario, food mention, insinuated death (not described or shown), mild swearing.

Ships: background Lociet (background Logan x Janus)

Word Count: 2405

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The tap-tap-tapping of Virgil’s cane as he moved along the road matched perfectly with the beat playing out of the one working earbud in his ear. Whatever town or residential area he had stumbled into was quiet and barren though seemingly not nearly as destroyed as the last one he had been in. Changing direction slightly as he has started to stray into wet grass he continued along what he assumed was a sidewalk, carefully feeling for the edge to make sure he was centered before continuing to sweep the cane in front of him to avoid whatever rubble or trash or non working car might have ended up on the side of the cracked road.

Virgil didn’t know what the world had looked like before and he could only imagine what it looked like now. Everything had happened so fast he doubted he’d be able to recognize it anyway. He had never been able to see and it had never bothered him as much as it did now; with no way to know if someone was on the road other than the sound of footsteps he hadn’t heard in months and nothing to keep him company except his music and- well he supposed he couldn’t complain. Tripping slightly over a stray rock he hadn’t felt brought him back from his thoughts and into the real world once again, shivering as he realized just how cold it was getting and how truly tired he was from walking all day.

Continuing on only a couple more feet revealed a pathway leading off to what he hoped was a house or a store. As bad as he sometimes felt about it, there was no one around anymore- at least as far as he had managed to travel thus far- no one would miss a couple cans of ravioli and a few bottles of water if he could manage to scrounge them up. The walkway seemed pretty thin leading away from the main road so he assumed he was in a residential area with houses rather than near anything like a general store or pharmacy; he really hoped he came across one soon he was running low on band-aids. He could only do so much with a cane and though he wished his palms and knees were tougher by now that he wouldn’t have to bandage them every time he fell sadly his callus just wasn’t thick enough.

Long grass brushed his ankles under his too short jeans, wispy blades rustling quietly as he passed. He took his headphone out as he walked after turning on the beat up ipod and pressing where he knew the pause button was from years of the same motion. Crickets began their evening concert as the birds finished their own, the air growing cooler as Virgil imagined the sun finally dipping below the horizon. He shifted the weight of his book bag more to one shoulder as he slipped it off the other hoping to reach an entryway of some sort soon since his feet were protesting the day of doing nothing but picking a direction and walking. Hitting a step he nudged the cane up until he could judge how high it was- sometimes they were high enough to trip him and other times they were so low they were more of an annoyance than anything else- and carefully made his way up all three of them. There were plastic feeling columns on either side of the top step so he assumed he was on the front porch of a house, some careful prodding revealing one of those rubber welcome mats he was constantly getting the soles of his shoes stuck on since when he was tired he refused to pick his feet up properly. He faintly heard his dad telling him to straighten his back and walk like he was alive but he shook it off with an eye roll. Posture didn’t matter if there was no one around to see it.

Fumbling around a minute for the door handle he stopped as his cheeks reddened, reaching up to knock first. Just because he hadn’t run into anyone yet didn’t mean it couldn’t happen and he really didn't want to break into someone’s home if they were still there and startle them. He didn’t fancy getting shot after so long of surviving o his own and to have that compromised because he was a heathen who didn’t knock anymore would be an idiotic way to go for sure. Knocking, however, proved fruitless. Nothing answered but the crickets though as he knuckle raps turned to rather loud pounds on the door they began to quiet. A part of him still wished sometimes that someone would answer, it had been so long since he’d heard another voice. He knew realistically that if he was still here there would have to be other survivors and that if he kept walking he was bound to run into them.

After years of doing nothing but that had yet to turn anything up though, and it seemed that this time would be no different. His hand fell to the knob once again as he took a breath and held it before twisting and pushing open the door. Hesitantly sniffing the air revealed nothing but old, unaired house smell and dust that had been kicked up from the bottom of the door brushing the carpet in the entryway. He sneezed loudly, the sound echoing sadly as if the house had missed the concept of sound, and wiped his nose on his sleeve before sighing in relief. Sometimes he entered a house or store and there would be...different smells. Ones that would make him gag and bolt from the building so the hot, cloying scent wouldn’t stick to his cloths. Those days were declared laundry days anyway, sullenly dunking his clothes in the rivers he always stuck close to trying to rid himself of the memory with the fresh smell of laundry detergent and sunlight. The day after that was spent moving as far away as he could as quickly as he could to get away from the dark scent that hung on the streets. It was safer to scrounge out granola bars from the bottom of his bag on those days than to risk looking for anything more substantial in the buildings he might be able to get into.

As it was Virgil stepped in the house and carefully closed the door behind him, swinging his bookbag around and cringing at the sound of the zipper echoing faintly in the doorway. Grabbing a smaller, padded drawstring bag out he opened it and carefully set the Roomba down, giving it a little pet before turning it on. It beeped out a pleasant little tune before the whirring sound of it starting up and moving away filled the house and he smiled, leaving his bag by the door and getting up to explore the house with Stuart.

Stuart the vacuum, as dumb as it was, was Virgil’s only source of company and had been since he was about four. The world was already crumbling at that point and rather than risking going out and about to find Virgil a seeing eye pet that wouldn’t last his whole lifetime if he lived long, his dads had modified their small vacuum for him in the hopes that it would last. And it had. Rather than having to plug into a power source it was solar charged, which the front of the bag it was kept in and his backpack was clear plastic to allow it to charge during the day, storing hours of energy to be able to work when Virgil needed it. Instead of vacuuming it simply went about bumping into things and storing a digital map of any small area, letting Virgil then walk beside it and stop when it beeped, nudging him in a different direction so he didn't bump into or trip on anything. This of course was before he was proficient with feeling his whereabouts with his cane adn at this point it was like letting a trusted pet out for its nightly walk rather than out of any necessity but Virgil loved it as if it was a dog. His most loyal companion...who he kept in his bag all day. He snorted as he felt out what was feeling to be the kitchen; he’d take anything over the oppressive silence of an empty house.

His mouth tightened as he felt around in cabinets for cans- all smooth labels of course, nothing to differentiate the corn from the beets from the manwich spread. He hated the fact that dinners were so often a surprise just because no one had thought to universalize a system to put a bit of braille on cans. Even some raised lettering underneath the label spelling out one word descriptors would be fine, instead he could only go by smell and taste and hope to god nothing he put in his mouth had expired. He missed grilled cheese and fried chicken and french fries- all things he didn’t have the means or resources to make. He never learned to hunt or slaughter anything and he doubted he’d be able to learn when he didn’t even know how to tell what parts of an animal to eat, let alone see what he was doing to cut it out and cook it. He was lucky he taught himself how to start a fire some years ago- he couldn’t imagine actually catching a fish and knowing when it was cooked enough to eat without just burning it to a crisp. Sighing as he opened a can with his old can opened he tentatively sniffed at the contents.

Baked beans were good. He’d rather have them hot but he had no motivation to go out and start a fire right now and there was no way in hell he was going to try inside- so cold bean jelly it was. He’d had worse. He grabbed his cane from where he had leaned it against the counter and began walking back into what he assumed would be the living room as Stuart beeped to notify him he was done. Smiling as he felt a small nudge he changed direction to navigate around what felt like a dusty leather couch and settled on the floor in front of it to eat his dinner. Stuart came to rest beside him while he dug a spoon out of the smaller bag he always carried and he smirked slightly, feeling around to place a single baked bean on top of the vacuum as a reward for a job well done.

He tucked in as he thought of what his dads would say about him doing that; both of them would more than likely find it endearing but relentlessly tease him about it for the rest of his life. He imagined his father’s face wrinkling up in an amused smile, scars tugging around crows feet and wispy hair tickling his fingertips. Dad’s smile was a lot smaller but no less sincere, mostly held in his eyes that had his lower eyelid just barely lifting. He missed feeling their faces- they’d let him do it whenever he’d ask to make sure he knew what emotion they were displaying. Both of them were awkward when it came to voicing their feelings and Virgil was always terrible at picking up social cues from simply listening, so being able to read a face as easily as a book often helped put them all at ease. Idly he brushed the top of Stuart’s “head”, feeling nothing but cool, hard plastic beneath his fingers.

He cleaned up as best as he could, throwing the top of the can away in a trash bin after wiping it off and setting the actual can on the back porch with another full one for whatever might come by. His cane was carefully tucked just underneath the couch as he unrolled his sleeping bag and small pillow to get comfy for the night, placing his little vacuum by his head before snuggling down into bed and sighing quietly. Reaching out he felt for the button on the side of the roomba, a little rough and worn from years of the same routine of day. Biting his lip he pressed it in before snatching his hand away and tucking himself in completely, squeezing his eyes shut like he’d been sleeping all along.

“Is he asleep?” His father’s silky voice cut through the silence.

“I should hope so, it’s dark out and he needs his rest.” Dad was always very matter of fact, Virgil could imagine his arms crossing as he sat on the edge of the bed.

“...Do you want to start or should I?”

Virgil’s dad sighed. “I hope that you got to sleep at a reasonable hour this time, and that you had a good dinner that was as balanced as you could make it. That- that you’re somewhere safe-”

HIs father stepped in smoothly. “We hope that you’re taking care of yourself as best as you can, and taking care of Stuart as well. Hopefully there are people around that can help you when you need it and you aren’t afraid to ask for it- but if there aren’t I know you’re capable enough on your own.”

“We wish you only happiness, no matter how bad things are or get, always remember that it has the capability to get better as long as you are willing to work for it. I know whatever you’re working on or towards you’re doing the absolute best you can do, and we couldn’t be more proud.”

“We love you, Virgil. So, so much and don’t you ever forget that. take care of yourself and please stay safe.”

“Goodnight, Virgil.” He could still remember Dad brushing his fingers through his hair before the weight had disappeared from the bed.

“Goodnight, Virgil. Sweet dreams.” He felt a phantom kiss on the cheek from memory long since passed, the blankets pulled up and tucked around him. The door creaked shut and the recording ended, Stuart beeping softly to indicate he was shutting down. Safely tucked into his sleeping bag with a full stomach in the silence, Virgil let his eyes drift shut, a smile still on his lips as he fell into a peaceful sleep.

#oren writes #sanders sides #sanders sides fic #virgil sanders #sanders sides virgil #patton sanders #sanders sides patton #logan sanders #sanders sides logan #apocolypse au #robot vacuum seeing eye dog

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Savanna Squad Presentation Night Headcanons/mini fic [1/3]

splitting this into three headcanon parts because my god its long

eat up :]

Part 1: Taylor & Logan Part 2: Ben & Tyler Part 3: Aiden & Ashlyn [WIP]

Ashlyn's POV

So the question is: How did we get here? Simple answer really. Taylor. She was always the one to suggest these kinds of things, team building hang outs, though last time it was just us.

The rest of the boys had plans. Tyler had practice to attend, one of the late kinds, Ben and Logan had a project together due for bio in a day or two, and Aiden, for some reason, had a late dentist appointment (much to his dismay). Only Taylor could make it to the graveyard early. Initially, we were just meant to manage our resources, which was manageable with one person, but it was always easier with other people to bounce ideas off of. That's all it was meant to be, but Taylor had other ideas.

"Girls night!!" She had cheered, and we just hung out.

And I had fun.

But as Logan fights with his laptop to mirror on the T.V for the presenters, that being us, I can't help but feel like I'm going to regret this one. Especially with Tweedledee and Tweedledum in the background yelling about something that I don't want to know about, but will probably learn against my will.

Just as Taylor and Ben come downstairs with blankets and pillows, Logan's T.V finally projects the wallpaper of his laptop.

"It's set up, thank god," he sighs, with that last part being under his breathe. And as we set up in his living room, Ben dragging Aiden and Tyler from the kitchen, both with bags of snacks in their arms, and Taylor handing out blankets, we finally sit in our places.

The next question, however, is Who goes first?

Taylor Hernandez

Taylor goes first because she's the one who planned it and was the most excited about it. Aiden tried to go first, but it was collectively agreed that he would be going last for no reason other than to piss him off lmao

Anyways, we love a STEM girl (be still my own heart) so her presentation would be all about her tools and work for the mechanics club. She takes this club seriously, not only because it's good for networking, but because she genuinely finds it fun. I like to think that there are two levels to the club where one is just a standard club and the second level is a competition team, and she was shooting to be a part of the competition league (totally not projecting because I'm a robotics kid)

Her presentation is so well done. It's not only really well organized, but it is just so pretty. It's the type of presentation that teachers would drool over. Avid Canva user b/c it has a lot of customization options that she loves.

What's a toolbox tour without the actual toolbox that's just as decorated as her slideshow. And she takes care of it, too.

Her presentation is so fun and sets a fun tune for the night, and she manages to make this topic really engaging. She would have a little quiz at the end, too, where if one of the group gets a question correct, they get a piece of candy

shows off tools like she's filming a makeup tutorial, I saw this on tumblr, and it's just canon at this point. No criticisms are accepted because it just isn't possible.

Group's reaction

Ashlyn and Ben are the ones who pay the most attention to the presentation. Ashlyn also gets the most questions right at the end of the quiz.

Logan asks the most questions in between slides, but not in an annoying way. He does get a bit lost, though, considering just how many tools there are.

Tyler and Aiden are still bickering a bit. Aiden can't sit still for the life of himself, but he swears that he is listening. Tyler would say otherwise.

Aiden is, though, and he ends up getting Taylor a really nice tool set that she mentioned she wanted when presenting just because he can. He is her favorite for a few days. He absolutely would have a shit eating grin looking at Tyler to just say, "See, I was listening :D". Tyler would then say that he could go fuck himself /hj

Logan Fields

Logan is next. The laptop hates him, and it's old and shuts down multiple times in his presentation. The group then had to watch this man fight with a busted 4-year-old laptop and lose several times. Have you ever seen your parents fight with a printer the night before you have a school project due? It's like that, and the rest are concerned.

He is an astrology bitch, and I will take no criticisms. But like, not in the way that it controls his life, he would not be caught dead saying that the stars told him to do something, like not let him eat alfredo on Sunday or something like that. He's more interested in the concept itself since the idea of zodiacs have existed for so long. Its his comfort research topic.

Absolutely went HAM on researching each and every one of their birth charts. Ask him to show you his notes, and he would not show you. Why??? because he took up an entire notepad (it's one of the smaller ones but still).

"Logan's so innocent" "Logan's so sweet" "My boy can do no wro-" NO!!!! THAT MOTHERFUCKER WILL READ YOU TO FILTH AND I STAND BY THIS. ITS LIKE HE LOOKED YOUR SOUL, UP AND DOWN, AND EXPOSED IT FOR THE WORLD TO SEE (something tells me Tyler gets it the worse. idk why it just feels right)!!! If he feels like something doesn't fit one of the people in the group he is clear about it

"Here is Gemini, a social butterfly. Here is Ashlyn. A Gemini. I love Ashlyn, but like a year ago I have actually seen you jump a fence to avoid a group of people who go to our high school without thinking, and I would say that needs an intervention but you'd also avoid it by jumping a fence." "..."

The presentation itself is long as hell. Like he goes in depth about everything that he talks about, and if you interrupt him, he will shoot you with a spray bottle. Did I mention there's a group spray bottle? Guess why they have one.

Somehow, he is still only the second longest presentation.

Group's Reaction

Taylor is his biggest hypeman. I feel like she'd also enjoy astrology a bit, too, though she's more of a casual fan. She is also one of the few people who is free from Logan's jabs.

Ben is also free from his jabs because he helped him with the laptop, which, thank god, because Logan was about to lose it. I don't think he really believes in astrology. The most he knows is his sun sign on the surface level. He is invested, though.

Don't think Ash is very interested in astrology either, and at some points in his presentation, he just loses her attention.

Tyler gets sprayed at least twice with the spray bottle because he gets defensive. Surprisingly, I do think he would be somewhat interested and knowledgeable about his star signs at least, mainly because he had to deal with Taylor when she went through an astrology phase (let me tell you it was brutal).

Aiden is also interested and engaged in the presentation, but maybe a little too much. What I mean is that he interrupts at points and is the reason why the spray bottle exists. Logan is flattered, but istg Aiden if you interrupt this man one more time...

By the end of the two presentations, the group is in pretty high spirits and having a good time, despite the fact that two of them are a bit wet.

Logan's laptop, however, is not, and just as they were setting up Ben's powerpoint, it decides that it was a good time to perform a mandatory update and restarts.

Absolute silence.

You could hear a pin drop.

And all eyes go to Logan.

"..."

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!?!"

Long story short, the presentations have to be postponed for around an hour and forty-eight minutes (maybe you never know with computers), and Logan is taking a walk.

#school bus graveyard #school bus graveyard webtoon #sbg (webtoon)#sbg #ashlyn banner #aiden clarke #tyler hernandez #taylor hernandez #logan fields #school bus graveyard headcanons #I need them to be happy #let them be happy red #please please please #this was longer than expected #savanna squad

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Fic-O-Ween 2023 Day 1: First Frost

Happy fest, y’all! Here’s some Harvard-era FinnLo pining to ring in day one. Huge thank-yous to @lumosinlove for the Sweater Weather characters and universe and to @noots-fic-fests for organizing the fest!

Title: Love at First Fright Pairing: Finn O'Hara/Logan Tremblay Rating: G

“Trick or treat!”

Finn smiled at the ghost-witch-robot trio looking up at him and dropped three handfuls of candy into the plastic pumpkin pails they held up expectantly.

“Hey, nice costumes! Happy Halloween!”

The kids barely stood still long enough to say it back before they were taking off in the opposite direction of the frat house, eager to get back to their parents and hit up more treat stops around campus before dark. It was a good day for it; classic autumn in New England, from the crispness in the air to the red, brown and yellow leaves drifting down off the trees to cover the manicured grass in a vibrant seasonal blanket. Even the deep red of Harvard’s brick buildings seemed more beautiful in October, like they were meant to exist in a state of perpetual fall.

Throngs of local kids—and some of their parents—were all decked out in their Halloween best, while Finn and the rest of the OKN guys wore school-branded clothes while taking turns manning the candy-laden folding table outside the house between classes. (Finn wasn’t sure any of them owned a costume they could wear outside in broad daylight.)

He laughed as Percy walked over, refill bag in hand, wearing the exact same gray sweatshirt with a crimson HARVARD across the chest as he was, the same black joggers—almost the same sneakers. “Fashion.”

Percy grinned back at him. “You know it, baby.” He turned the bag upside down, dumping the candy into any bowls that weren’t full and spilling some across the table as he went.

“Yo, you’re getting jolly ranchers all over the ground.”

“You’re a fuckin’ jolly rancher.”

“You’re a fuckin’ kit-kat.”

“You’re a—”

“Shut up, there’s kids,” Will warned, then passed some treats to a tiny ballerina with a kind smile and a compliment for her costume.

“Oh shit, my bad,” Percy said, and Finn snorted as Will cuffed him on the side of the head.

Finn unwrapped a watermelon jolly rancher and popped it into his mouth as he watched students and families pass by. Percy nudged him with an elbow, getting his attention. “Where’s Tremz? Thought you were surgically fused at this point.”

“Fu—” he cut off as Will leveled the captain stare at him. “Heck off. He’s in his medieval history class, he’ll be back soon.”

“Speak of the French-Canadian devil,” Percy shouted as Logan walked up the path to the house, backpack on his shoulders and snapback on his head—backwards, per usual. He looked good in the crimson Harvard Hockey hoodie he was wearing; Finn’s eyes caught the fraying at the cuffs and his stomach swooped as he realized it was his, that Logan must’ve swiped it this morning before heading out.

“Bonjour,” Logan said, oblivious to the state of Finn’s internal organs.

“Bone-joor,” Percy replied before Finn could say it. “Very French of you. And shorts in October. Very Canadian of you.”

“We haven’t even had first frost yet.” Logan looked from Percy to Finn. “How much candy did you let him eat?”

“Too much,” Will answered for him. “Don’t you have class next, Marshy?”

After a complicated handshake with Finn that neared 15 seconds long, Percy grabbed his bag and took off at a slow jog. Finn wasn’t happy that he left, exactly, but he was happy that Logan walked around the table to take his spot right beside him.

“How’s that black plague treatin’ ya?” he asked as Logan slid his backpack off and under the table.

Logan’s eyes crinkled as he laughed. “Better than it’s treating medieval Europeans. But the reading is a little…”

He looked away—embarrassed, maybe, or frustrated. Finn knew he hated that English still tripped him up sometimes, though the amount he’d improved in just a few semesters was damn impressive. Finn kicked his shin lightly. “I got you. Would’ve flunked out last spring if it weren’t for you, so. Bring on the plagues.”

Logan kicked him back and sent him a grateful smile. And just because he couldn’t help it, Finn plucked at the sleeve of his hoodie. “Nice sweatshirt.”

“You left it on my chair,” Logan said, but Finn saw a little bit of color in his cheeks that he was pretty sure the afternoon chill didn’t put there.

It was a shoddy excuse, but so was Finn teasing him about it being “a little tight in the shoulders, Tremz, you gym beast” just so he could put a hand on one of those broad shoulders and squeeze. Logan was warm and so solid even through the layers; his hand lingered just a second too long before he let it fall away.

The next half hour passed quickly as trick-or-treaters came and went. The sun had just started to sink lower in the sky when a girl who couldn’t have been older than five or six walked up to the table, her guardian hanging back a ways. She had a hockey jersey on and was carrying her helmet, probably tired of wearing it around.

She was closing in on Logan, who’d ended up on the opposite end of the long folding table as Finn at some point, when the big animatronic ghoul in front of the porch lurched and let out its tinny scream. The girl jumped, looking terrified, and tears filled her wide brown eyes.

“Oh,” Finn heard Logan say softly; his brow was knitted with concern as he walked quickly out from behind the table and crouched down in front of her. “I’m sorry. We didn’t mean to scare you.”

The girl didn’t say anything, just turned to look at her adult and then back at Logan. It seemed like she was trying not to run away.

Logan nodded at her jersey. “You play hockey?”

She nodded.

“Me too. All these guys are on my team. What’s your favorite position to play?”

That drew her out of her shell. “Goalie,” she said with a quiet confidence as she tucked her hair behind her ear.

“I see. You know what I know about goalies?” The girl shook her head, but clearly looked interested at whatever Logan was about to say. He leaned in like he was telling a secret, then said, “They’re the bravest ones. Also the craziest.”

Finn’s chest warmed at the way she laughed, at how Logan had gotten her from near-tears to happy and chatting in no time at all. He never got to see Logan with little kids; all their siblings were older. It was nice. It was sweet. It was doing things to Finn’s heart that he’d rather not think about.

In the end, the little girl—Harper, she told Logan as he filled her candy pail until it was overflowing, then filled her helmet, too—skipped away in a great mood. Logan was still smiling a little after they’d gone as Finn walked over to him.

“She was cute.”

Logan nodded. “Ouais.”

“You, too.” It was out of his mouth before he could shove it back in. Logan raised an eyebrow at him. “You were cute with her,” he explained—not that that really made it better.

But Logan looked pleased that he’d said so, even as he shrugged. “It’s not hard when they’re adorable. She said she’s a goalie.”

“Oh, so the skeleton thing should’ve been afraid of her.”

Logan laughed. “That’s kind of what I told her.”

Finn wanted to say so much. You’re cute all the time. You should only wear my hoodies. You’ll make a great dad someday. I want to share that someday with you.

Instead, he took Logan’s hat off and ruffled his hair. “Dinner?” he asked. “Burgers? Hog’s Head?”

Logan took his hat back and put it back on, but he wasn’t even pretending to be annoyed. “Ouais, let’s go now before they make us clean up.”

As they snuck off behind the house toward the pub, Finn took a handful of cherry jolly ranchers out of his pocket and put them in Logan’s. Logan laughed, then did the same for Finn with the watermelon ones.

“Happy Halloween, Tremz.”

“Happy Halloween, Harzy.”

#sweater weather lumosinlove #vaincre lumosinlove #coast to coast lumosinlove #breakaway lumosinlove #finnlo #o'knutzy #my fic #ficoween 2023

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Lighten Up, Teach

[olivia's note: hey y'all! this is another fic by the incomparable anne onymous. anne i literally LOVED this fic and my stomach was swooping the entire time i read it sjdhfdjsk. thank you for always creating such good stuff!]

Roman was tired of Logan acting like an emotionless, uptight, boring robot. There was once a time when Logan knew how to have fun and even smiled, but now he was more serious and mature than any human needed to be. That man needed to learn how to have fun again, and Roman was going to teach him. Whether he liked it or not. He barged into Logan's room without knocking, causing the logical Side to glare at him. "Please remember to knock in the future, Roman." Logan scolded. "There's no time for formalities! This is an emergency!" Roman protested. "Emergency? What emergency?" Logan asked worriedly. "You, Logan! This ends now! You need help!" Roman yelled. "Help with what?" Logan asked, puzzled by what Roman meant and how it could be constituted as an emergency. "You barely smile, you never laugh, and you never do anything fun with us anymore!" Roman stated. "Your point?" Logan inquired. "It shall continue no longer! You're coming with me to my room!" Roman stated, grabbing Logan's wrist and attempting to drag him to his room. But Logan was stubborn.

"Roman, I have too much important work to do! I don't have time for your bizarre shenanigans!" Logan protested, trying to pull himself out of Roman's grasp, but it was futile. Everyone knew Roman was the strongest Side and hard to defeat but Logan was just as determined as Roman. The two were now stuck in a bizarre and awkward game of Tug Of War. Roman refused to release Logan's wrist and Logan refused to leave his room. "You are not taking me to your room to participate in whatever silly antics you have planned." Logan said. "Fine. We'll do it here then." Roman compromised, tackling Logan to the floor. The two wrestled for a bit before Roman managed to overpower Logan, straddling his waist and pinning his wrists above his head. "And what exactly do you plan on doing with me, Roman?" Logan demanded. "I'm about to do something so ridiculous, so silly, so goofy, so immature, so nonsensical, that even scientists still question why humans are capable of this." Roman explained vaguely. "And that would be?" Logan questioned. "Tickling." Roman answered in a low whisper.

"Don't. You. Dare." Logan growled. "I dare." Roman said before squeezing Logan's sides. Logan shut his mouth as tight as he could to avoid laughing. His fists were clenched and he couldn't stop wiggling, but he refused to give in. But when Roman found a sweet spot where his sides meet his tummy, the dam broke and out came the surprised belly laughter. "Nohohohoho! Dahahahamn it! Hahahahaha!" Logan chuckled. "Oh. My. Gosh! I forgot how cute your laugh was! You need to do it more often." Roman encouraged. "I refuhuhuhse! Hahahahaha!" Logan laughed. "Wow, for someone refusing to laugh, you sure are doing a lot if it." Roman teased. "Rohohoman, this is vehehehery immahahature! Hahahahaha!" Logan pointed out. "That's kind of the point, point-dexter." Roman said, moving his wiggling fingers to Logan's tummy. He certainly wasn't expecting the fit of childish giggles that followed. It was so adorable and cute, he almost stopped.

"Rohohoman, nohohohoho!" Logan giggled. "Roman yes, you adorable little tickle-toy." Roman teased, making the logical Side blush. Logan was uncertain if he could keep up this facade for much longer. Despite the kicking, squirming, wiggling, struggling and protests, he was enjoying every single second of this. Laughing uncontrollably, letting go of his seriousness for once, just goofing off and playing around with his friend, he hasn't been this happy in a long time. Then again, it has been a long time since he was tickled and in all honesty, he missed it. Whenever a tickle fight broke out, he used to merely run, hide and protest before getting caught. But in recent years, he resorted to scoffing and walking away from the scene because he had an image to uphold even though he seceretly loved it. The laughter was great, and actually being tickled felt surprisingly loving. But he needed Roman to stop before–Too late.

Roman stopped in his tracks and stared at Logan who was now frozen in fear and pale as a sheet. "Did you just snort?" he asked excitedly. Logan couldn't bring himself to answer, too embarrassed by that sound that just escaped him. But that didn't stop Roman from picking up right where he left off, tickling around Logan's bellybutton. "Nohohohoho! *snort* Not agahahahain! *snort* Rohohoman, plehehease!" Logan cackled. "That is so adorable!" Roman exclaimed. He's never heard Logan laugh like this before. Well, Logan laughing in general is uncommon enough, but Logan snorting while laughing? Unheard of. "Nohohoho *snort* it ihihihisn't! Ihihit's *snort* undignifihihihihied!" Logan protested. He hated when he snort-laughed. If Patton does it, it's cute. But that's Patton, he's always been adorable and silly. Logan was serious and dignified, he can't laugh like that. Well, he can, but he would rather not. Speaking of Patton...

An unexpected knock on the door interrupted their "game" and Roman stilled his fingers. "Come iiiiin!" Roman sang before Logan could ask the knocker to leave. Patton walked in, exciting Roman. Everyone knew he was pretty much the Mind Palace's tickle monster and loves a good tickle-fight. "Hey kiddos! Sorry to interrupt, but I just wanted to check and see what all that ruckus and kerfuffle was about." Patton explained. "Oh, we were just having some fun." Roman said. "Correction: HE was having fun. I however, am being held here against my will." Logan lied. "Oh please, you could've bucked me off and ran away at any time." Roman taunted, repeatedly poking Logan around the ribs. Logan let out a squeaky giggle before covering his mouth with both hands, the action soon followed by a squeal from Patton. "Awwww, Logan! You're participating in our tickle fights again?! That's great! Gosh, I remember how much you used to love being tickled." Patton cooed.

Logan attempted to retort but all that left his lips was a scrambled mess of strangled sounds. After about a minute, he finally managed to form a coherent sentence. "When have I ever implied that I enjoy this ridiculous activity?" Logan asked. "Padre, you're right! This whole time he never once said "stop"! I think someone is enjoying himself more than he'd like to admit." Roman teased. "FALSEHOOD!" Logan yelled loudly, causing the others to cover their ears. "Patton, will you please convince Roman to stop this nonsense?" Logan demanded. "Logan's right, Roman. You can't keep doing this." Patton said. To say that Roman was disappointed was an understatement. "Everyone knows that Logan's feet are his best spot." Patton added. Logan froze. All that tickling from Roman must've scrambled his thoughts. How could he forget that Patton couldn't resist any chance given to tickle someone?

"Care to show me how it's done?" Roman asked. "I'd be delighted." Patton said, walking over to Logan who was now wiggling, squirming and bucking in a desperate attempt to escape. If it weren't for the fact his hands were free and could easily push Roman off, you'd think he genuinely didn't want this. Patton removed Logan's shoes and socks then put his ankles in a headlock. "Okay, Logan. Since I'm a nice person, I'll go easy on you if you ask me nicely." Patton offered. Logan was too smart to fall for that, he knew exactly what Patton meant. He wanted him to outright say the dreaded word. Not only that, but if he complied with Patton's wishes, he won't get the treatment he truly desires. "Patton, I suggest both you and Roman drop this ridiculous nonsense because I have too much important work to do and I cannot afford any more of this unwanted interruption." Logan said. "You had your chance, Lo. Don't say I didn't warn you." Patton replied before scribbling all ten fingers across Logan's sensitive soles.

Logan went absolutely ballistic with laughter. Bucking and shaking left to right with renewed strength, Roman was struggling to stay on top of him. "Wow, you sure are a pro, Pat." Roman complimented. "I'm just getting started. If you think this is bad, watch this." Patton advised. Roman managed to turn himself around without falling off Logan so he could watch what Patton was about to do. "Tickle tickle tickle, Logan! Cootchie cootchie coo, Logi-Bear! Who's got ticklish little footsies? I think somebody's got tickwish wittle toesies. Aren't you just the most ticklish little thing?" Patton cooed. Roman almost burst out laughing himself when he saw how red Logan's face turned at Patton's teasing. Logan wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry. He wasn't sad or in pain or anything, but he wanted to cry. Patton's baby-talk teases were always too much for him even though at the same time he loved them more than any other tease.

"Um, Patton? I think he needs a break or we'll break him." Roman warned, noticing Logan's eyes were tearing up. Patton looked where Roman was looking and immediately stopped. "Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry, Logan! Are you ok?" Patton asked. As Logan caught his breath, he knew he had to think of an appropriate response to help try to ease Patton's clear guilt. "I assure you, Patton, I am not in any pain nor am I experiencing any unpleasant emotions right now. Your concern is noted, but unnecessary as I am fine." Logan reassured. "No negative emotions at all?" Patton checked. "None." Logan assured. So you WERE having fun?" Roman inquired. "I-I did n-not say that, Roman." Logan stuttered. "But you said so yourself that you weren't feeling any unpleasant feelings. Meaning you were only feeling pleasant emotions the whole time." Roman pointed out. "Awww, I knew he still enjoyed this." Patton cooed. "Certainly does seem that way, Patton." Roman commented. "As a matter of fact, I think I recall a certain game, or more specifically, a certain rhyme that he just used to love." Patton teased. "You wouldn't." Logan said. "I would." Patton replied, grabbing Logan's big toe.

"This little piggy went to market..." Patton started, wiggling and tickling the digit. "Pahahahatton, plehehease!" Logan protested. "This little piggy stayed home..." Patton continued. "Dohohon't, Pahahatton!" Logan begged. "This little piggy had roast beef..." Patton said before squealing when Logan snorted. "Hey, the snorts are back! He's being the little piggy!" Roman exclaimed. "Roman, will you shut up?!" Logan yelled. "Now, Logan, that wasn't very nice. I think someone needs to say sorry." Patton said, swiping a single finger up and down the arch of Logan's foot. "Nohohohoho! Hahahahaha! Okahahay, I'm sohohohorry, Rohohomahan!" Logan chuckled. "That's better. But now I've lost my place. Oh well, I guess I'm just gonna have to start all over again." Patton taunted. "Roast beef!" Logan cried out. "Logan, now is not the time to decide what's for dinner later." Roman teased. "Oh yeah, that's where I was. Thank you, Logan." Patton said. Logan blushed and Patton picked up where he left off.

"This little piggy had none." Patton began again. Logan giggled nervously, knowing what's to come as the moral Side grabbed his pinky toe. "And this little piggy went wee wee wee all the way home!" Patton finished, showing Logan's sensitive sole no mercy as the logical Side screamed with boisterous laughter from the unbearably ticklish attack and even managed to knock Roman off in all his desperate twisting, wiggling, shaking and bucking. "GAHAHAHAHA!!! NAHAHAHAHA!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!!" Logan bellowed, unable to beg or plead through the intensity of his laughter. When Patton finally stopped after a few seconds (although to Logan it felt much longer than that), Logan curled into himself, trying to catch his breath and calm his residual giggles as the phantom tickles slowly faded away. "Here, this should help you, Harry Potter." Roman said, handing Logan a glass of water. As he drank it, he gave Roman a puzzled look. "Because of your glasses! Right?" Patton guessed, turning to Roman for confirmation. "That, and you're the boy who lived. Only instead of you-know-who, you survived a deadly attack from the tickle monster." Roman explained, causing Logan to roll his eyes as he put the now empty glass down.

"Oh, that reminds me. We forgot about his other foot. Can't let it feel "left" out!" Patton joked. As Roman laughed at the pun, Logan leapt to his feet and made a run for it. "Get him!" Roman exclaimed. Both he and Patton ran down the halls, chasing after Logan until the creative Side had an idea. "Let's split up." Roman suggested. Patton nodded and the two went in different directions. As Patton started catching up to Logan from behind, the logical Side became too distracted with trying to outrun him to even notice Roman right in front of the stairs, ready to catch him. "Gotcha!" Roman proclaimed, grabbing Logan and putting him over his shoulders. "Roman, you put me down this instant!" Logan yelled as he was carried downstairs. "If you insist." Roman said, bringing Logan down to the floor and pinning him down by straddling his back, right below his ribcage, leaving him lying on his stomach. "Uh-oh. Looks like you're trapped again." Patton giggled, sitting himself down on Logan's calves and grabbing his foot. Logan couldn't deny he was feeling very vulnerable right now and there was no way out. He rested his head in his arms and sighed.

"Just get it over with." Logan mumbled. "Get what over with? Could you please provide a little more clarity?" Roman teased. Logan was ashamed of the whimper that escaped his lips. Why was it so hard to do this? "Come on, Logan. You can do it. It's just one little word. Actually, it kinda sounds like two words. Tick all. Like, tick all that apply. Try imagining you're saying that." Patton advised. Logan felt himself relax more at the suggestion but he was still a little apprehensive. Roman could sense his discomfort and moved his hand towards Logan's and he instantly grabbed it and squeezed it for emotional support, bracing himself for what he was about to say. "Tickle me!" Logan blurted out. "I'd love to! Thanks for asking!" Patton exclaimed, scratching under Logan's toes. Logan didn't bother holding back his happy laughter and swore he heard Roman say "Good job." but wasn't entirely sure. Safe to say he wasn't going to get any work done this afternoon, but perhaps having fun with your family of friends was just as important.

The End.

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i-am-bitterly-jittery · 2 years

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Virgil is a space ecologist who finds an abandoned egg on a planet ravaged by over-mining. The egg is of a snake-like species that can incorporate the DNA of other organisms into their own genome.

The egg hatches, the baby snake-alien bites Virgil and suddenly Virgil has a half-human half-snake-alien son (Janus, obvi)

(The snake-alien species isn’t really sentient by themselves, but it’s not uncommon for them to become sentient by incorporating the DNA of a sentient species. They can only make major changes like that in their fledgling stage, but later in his life Janus could make smaller changes like developing venom, or bioluminescence)

Logan is a small helper-robot (I’m thinking that little Brainiac from Superman’s fantasy in JLU). Patton is a puffball-puppy-alien that Virgil keeps as a pet. Roman and Remus are small dragon-rat-aliens that are technically pests that are infesting his ship, but since they don’t actually mess with the systems or anything, Virgil likes keeping them around.

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#sanders sides #ts sanders sides #virgil sanders #janus sanders #remus sanders #roman sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #sanders sides au #space au #parent virgil #kid Janus #kid!janus #space ecologist au #alien au

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thelegofamilyau · 4 months

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Ninja Dads

Here is the first fic for this Au! This is a little teaser for the much bigger fics!

If the nightmare king became the Emperor of ninjago then he'd have control over the ninja.

But when things seemed to be going south the night hunter changed priorities.

Get the master of fire.

Fire is Destruction, if they merged the nightmares with fire they could make the dream world fall to its knees.

“TEO! Bring us in close! Let's take the fight to them!” Logan said before he jumped onto the shark ship and started to beat ass!

“Wow, he really is special.” Kai said to Mateo before he jumped onto the shark ship.

Kai began to free the kids when he felt arms wrapped around him and cloth was held to his mouth, causing him to pass out.

No one noticed as the night hunter took Kai. They where much more focused on the kids he threw off his boat.

Mateo caught them and Logan hitched a ride with Zoey. The bounty crashed to the ground but Mateo had more than enough room for the wise master and the nindroid.

The Shark Ship rode off and the world returned to normal! All celebrated until…

“Wait! Where's Kai!?” Lloyd said after a head count. “He had jumped onto the ship to help Logan!” Mateo explained. “The nightmare guy used a rag -yawn- to knock him out. He put him in the cage.” The shy girl said as she woke up.

“We left Kai!” Jay screamed. Cole and Zane held his hands and Zane helped with his breathing. “We have to get him back.” Cole demanded. “Then we have to go to the nightmare realm.” The sound of a ship came from behind them. Everyone turned around to see Oz and Albert.

“This isn't anything we haven't done before gang! Just like Logan's rescue mission. But it will have to wait. You all have a test in the morning.” The dream Chasers groaned. “Mr.Oz! Last time we didn't know they had Logan. How are we supposed to get through the day knowing the nightmare king has a guardian.” Mateo asked. “And what about us!” Nya cut in. “Where not dreamers. You just expect us to wait here while my brother is being held prisoner!” “Didn't he leave you to be captured by Skeletons for almost a month?” Oz said. “So what!” “So, Kai can handle himself.” “As a former prisoner of the Knightmare king, I can confirm- Not that bad. They just keep you in a cage a break down your self esteem so that you will join his army.”

“KAI IS NO WHERE NEAR MENTALLY HEATHY ENOUGH TO SURVIVE THAT! ALL OUR HARD WORK TO MAKE HIM LOVE HIMSELF DOWN THE DRAIN!” Jay yelled. Zane handed Jay a paper bag and he began rapidly breathing in and out the bag. But Zanes eyes never left Logan. He seemed to…recognize him?

“Okay! OKAY!! Look you have to go to school. But I will get you guys all out of last period gym. Say the dream club has a meeting. Go straight home and then we can take care of this.” The dream chasers nodded as they woke up.

“Wait!” Zane ran over to Logan but he was already gone. “Whats up Zane?” Cole asked. “Did that boy….Did you recognize him….” “No why?” Cole asked. “....No reason.”

Okay so school was the worst. Everyone was on pins and needles, wanting to get to the dream world fast. But Logan was more relaxed about things. He new the ninja were close and that Kai had a better support system then Logan ever has.

Logan had one study hall and then on IPE class. Aka a teacher helps him with his work if he doesn’t understand. But Logan didn't have any work. So he chose to nap. Maybe make a plan with the Ninja or just hang.

When he woke up he took a portal to Ninjago. Things looked different. Instead of that small Jankey town the monesearty was on the ground. Logan walked up to the gate. “YOOOO!!! LOGAN IN THE HOUSE!” He yelled embarrassing him self. ‘Oh my God what is wrong with you why would you say that-’ “Logan!” A robotic voice called. That Zane guy walked over and took Logans hands. “Please come hang out me. Cole is training and Nya is calming Jay down and helping him prep for battle!” Whoa- wait- this guys actually wanted to hang with Logan?

“Sure man!” Logan didn't ask any questions as he was pulled into the monastery. “Whats your favorite food?” Zane asked. “I want to cook something.” Zane said taking out his cook book and sitting at the table with Logan. “Oh, uuuuhhh I don't know. I mostly eat like cereal and protein bars- Oh! I do love Mrs. Casteos burritos but I had one this morning.” Zane raised and eye brow at him. “Is that all you eat?” “Well my moms are two very successful and staring business women, they cant be home all the time so I eat what I can make.” Zane didn't like that.

“....Let me show you how to make an easy and heathy meal.” Zane said getting up and placing his cooke book on its stand. “Cool!” Logan hoped up. “What we cooking good looking?” Zane laughed. “Very funny kid, but Im taken thank you.” “Yeah I know….Yall really love each other…..How did that happen?” “Well frist of all im teaching you to make dumplings. You make the dough ill make the red bean past.” Zane put the book in font of Logan and he got to work.

“....We had fight along side each other for a long time. We always flirted but it was all jokes. I didn’t really understand what was going on.” Zane laughed. “It took me dying and being kidnaped for us to finally get together. “The tournament of elements?” “How do you know about that?” “I watched a bit of the show. But from what your telling me it’s not super accurate.” “Hmm, disappointing. Any way we where on and off for a while but now…Now im fuzzy…Im not sure where we left off.” Logan noticed Zanes distress. “Well it’s probably because some dreamers have seen the whole things and others aren't. And the show doesn't show your romance so…Wait so thats means your not the show ninjas.” Logan realized.

Zane stopped making the past and was thinking.

“....Logan, are you adopted?” “...Yes.”

Zane stoped what he was doing and washed his hands. “Can I do something real quick, if you don’t mind? I just need of hair.” “Yeah sure.” Zane sniped a piece and started walking down the hall as Logan said. “But me and my moms have done DNA test. Cant find a single match. We think there from east asian and just left me in america for a ‘better life’.” They walked into a tech room. Zane put the hair in an analyzer then took out a petri dish with a smaller sample of hair and put that in another analyzer. It was thinner and lighter but still black, looked like it was from a new born.

“We had a son.” Zane admitted. “...What?” “Me, Cole, Jay, Kai…we had a son. Kai’s dads showed us how to crave a child out of stone. We did the rituale and we had a son. He was very powerful, but he was strong enough to control it. And that made him a target. Some people can and wanted him for his power. So we put a stone in the back of his neck to hide the powers and left him in a different dimension. We did everything we could and made Ninjago safe, build back up teams to take over for us and when we went back for him…..We couldn't find him.”

Logans hand when to his neck. He had a blue birth mark on the back of his neck. “...What was his name.” “...Li….It means strength, and power.”

The machine buzzed and they looked at each other. Zane looked down at logan because of his hight and had hope. He held Logans cheek and Logan leaded into the touch. He hugged Zane and Zane hugged him back. “Perfect match.” The machine said and they father and son let out sobs. “Im Li?” “Your Li.” Zane nodded holding his son close.

“I cant believe this. Your my dad- your all my dads.” “Logan if we could have we would have destroyed every universe to find you. Never though the universe who give you back to me.” Zane promised.

“Logan!” They herd a voice call out. “Im going to wake up.” Logan said. “Tell them! Tell the others! When we get Kai back we can find out how I can be with you. I need to be with you-” Logan cried as he woke up. “You will.” Zane promised.

“You will….”

Kai was locked in a little cage and was surrounded by little nightmare monster. As soon as the left the realm he got his fire back so he was currently on fire.

The nightmare creatures cheered for the warmth.

“Fire ninja….Where is your team?” The hunter guy said from a dark corner of the room.

“Jay is having a panic attack, Nya and cole and training like crazy and Zane is cooking while they make a plan.” Kai answered simply. Hunter stomped up to the cage. “How do you know that?!” He demanded. “Because I know my husband’s and I know my sister. And I know what happens when Lloyd gets kidnapped…. Can’t say I know what lloyds doing though.”

“Well you should know that you don't have long. If there not here in time the Knightmare kings going to turn you into a nightmare. Kai took aways his fire and stood up fast. “What!” “What? You just thought we were holding you hostage? Your strong. The nightmare king could use you on his side. After all you sacrificed for the those ninja, they don't seem to appreciate you. I know that Green one thinks your selfish.” Kai rolled his eyes.

This guy was trying to open old wounds.

Kai watched as he left. “Um excuse me?” Kai looked down to the grim spawn. It looked like a dog with one eye. “Can you bring the fire back please?” Kai sighed and lite his fire again. He set the cage on fire too in hopes of escape but nothing.

“Hey you look familiar?” The grim spawn said to Kai. “I do?” “Yeah you look like that Logan kid.” “What?” “Yeah, same eyes, same voice….Maybe your his dad. He’s adopted you know, two moms. Ran a bunch of DNA test and cant find his bio parents.” “Why do you know so much about Logan.” Kai demand. There was a fire in his chest and it made him feel…. Protective over Logan.

“I guardian him when we kidnapped him, kid likes to talk and thinks his friends hate him. I mean it took them almost 2 days to come get him.” Kai hated that. Why did Kai hate that.

He thought of Li. His son. He took a picture out of his gi. It was of him holding the baby but the top part that had Kai had been ripped off. Li was born with a head of thick black hair and blue eyes. You could perfectly see Li reaching for the camera in the photo and Kai’s arms making sure his son didn't fall.

He examined his son’s face. He looked at his eyes. So wide, so bright, so blue. Kai tried to think of Logans face. Logan had blue eyes. Okay well that doesn’t mean anything…. But maybe? It’s always a possibility. Kai can’t get his hopes up. He had looked for Li so for so long with no luck. He had to except he can’t have him back…Even if he is right in front of him.

Logan woke up in his math class. The class room was empty and Miss Putnum was in front of him. “Logan are you okay?” Logan touched his face and it was wet. He had been crying. “I-i need to go home.” Logan stood up and got his stuff.

He ran to the nurses office and showed him a note from his moms. One of many they left him so he could leave when needed. He ran out of the school and into his empty house. He threw his back pack on the couch. “FUCK!” Logan screamed. “Fuck!” Logan collapsed to the ground. All this time, all this fucking time! There were people out there who wanted him! Who where looking for him! He didn’t have to spend 13 years in this house alone with small visits from two women to supposedly wanted him. But what was he going to do! There in the dream world he’s in the real world. His actual parents might be in another dimension! Then what about the dream ninja! This was too much. Logan began to take deep breaths. He got up and got a glass of water. But before he could drink it he realized something.

Kai was his dad. Kai was imprisoned.

Logan carefully drank the water and thought about what Kai had said. “Whats so special about you?” Kai….Kai didn’t like Logan.

Zane clearly cared about him but what about the others. It’s been 13 years.

No one wanted Logan.

Logan knew this to be fact. He walked up stairs to his room when he saw the attic. He went up and found his baby box. It had all his adoption paper work. He began to sort through it all. Piles and piles of paper work. Every dna test result all coming back with no leads. Logan through the dna papers across the room. Something caught his eye. He dug through the box and found a pendent. It had 4 symbols surrounding a white marble. It must have been and opal. They looked like animals, a octopus, a gorilla, a lion and a tiger. Under it was an open letter.

‘To who ever has our son. Take care of him. Be there for him. Make him know he’s wanted.’

“...Thats it? Thats all they say? Not my name, not my powers not even a birth certificate!” Logan was so upset! Why. why did anything happen like this! Something fell out of the letter. Logan bent down and picked it up. It was a photo. It was ripped in half but it was a picture of Kai. He was smiling and looking down at something. Something he truly loved. Logans gaze moved to the pendent. He put in on. He can get the whole story when he goes back. He tucked the letter in his pocket and went to his room. He laid down and waited for sleep to take him.

He woke up expecting to be at his dream pad but instead found himself in the nightmare world. “Shit.” Logan changed to be small and blue and began running to the castle. He was going to have to do this alone. He understood the nightmare realm. He knew to be quiet and unnoticable.

He walked through the front gate with a group of grim spawn. A larger group walked out of what Logan recognized as the room they had held him captive in. He broke from the group and walked into the room. Once he spotted Kai he changed back into himself and walked over to the cage. “Whos there!” The master of fire asked shaking his cage. “It’s just me man.” There was a big ball of anxiety in his chest. “What? Where is everyone else?” “There not here. I went to sleep and woke up in the nightmare realm so I came to save you.” “Thats dangerous! Who knows what these guys can do!” Logan took a step back as Kai raised his voice.

“...I do! I was kidnapped by them! I know! So shut up and let me save you!” Kai doesn't like him and he doesn't want him. He was wrong they don't want him. He’s going to save them and never go back to ninjago. He can live with his moms, he’s lived that way for 13 years. No reason for that to change.

Kai was silent. He crossed his arms and leaned back. “Go ahead. Try.” Logan glared at him as he changed into the blue him and jumped on to the cage. He stuck his hand in the lock and unlocked it. As the door swung open he changed back. “Come on. Hate it here.” Kai looked shocked but he walked out of the cage and fallowed Logan.

“Whats the plan?” Kai asked. “Exits right there.” Logan pointed at the door. “...Are we just walking out the front door? Theres no way thats going to work.” “And yet-” Logan opened the door and walked out. “It does.” Kai followed after Logan confused.

“We have to get to where the portal open’s so the others can get us out of here.” Logan explained as they walked across the land. Logan felt the picture and pendent in his pocket. He took out the photo and grimaced at it. “And here. You can keep that.” He smacked the photo into Kai’s chest and kept walking.

Kai stoped at the sudden hit. He looked at the photo and his eyes widened. “Wait! Wait! Li!” Logan stoped in his tracks. No even Zane had called him that. “How do you have this? Do you know what this is!?” “Yeah its the photo you guys left in yout shitty letter.” “Logan!” Kai stood in front of him stoping him walking forward. Kai took out his photo.

Logan watched as Kai held them together. It was like two perfect puzzle pieces fitting together. “I tried leaving the whole photo but I was attack- It ripped- I just-” “You what? Wanted me to know who wrote that letter? Bull shit.” Logan pushed past the ninja “What are you talking about?” Kai asked as he fallowed behind. “‘To who ever has our son. Take care of him. Be there for him. Make him know he’s wanted.’ Bullshit. If you wanted me you would have left anything to help be find you besides a ripped photo that was stuck in an envelope for 13 years.” Kai stoped. “....Thats not what the letter said.” Logan groaned. He took the letter out of his pocket and handed it to Kai. But then the letter was glowing. “It didn’t do that before.” Kai saw the pendent. “....Did you read it before or after putting on the pendent?” “...Before.”

Kai took the letter and began to read. “Li. Were sorry. Theres a war and we have to keep you safe. We are your fathers. Kai master of Fire, Zane master of Ice, Jay master of lighting and Cole master of earth. We love you-” Kai's voice began to crack. “And we want you. If when your reading this we haven't found you yet take out the opal from the pendent. Throw it to the ground and it will bring you back to ninjago. We don't know how much time has passed and we can understand if you have a life and don't want us but….we want you.” Kai dropped the letter. “I want you…. I want you logan.” The father and sons face were wet with hot tears.

“...I want to be wanted.” Logan croaked out. “You are! You so are! There’s so many people who want you and miss you.” Kai opened his arms. Logan took a step before he fell into Kais arms. They just cried and held each other. “Your so special.” Kai told his son. “We can do whatever you want about this. I promise.”

Suddenly a portal opened. Mr.Oz’s bus can through frist then Nay’s mech. “Okay gang, we have to find Kai and Logan-” “No you don’t!” Logan yelled not letting go of Kai. “Logan!” Everyone yelled. The Ninja ran over to them. Zane was the first to join the hug but Jay and Cole quickly fallowed.

“Is it really you?” Cole asked, holding the side of Logans face. “It is.” Logan Held up the pendent and the family broke into more sobs.

“Uh, do you know whats happening?” Cooper asked Mateo who nodded no.

The family parted and walked dover to the group. Lloyd and Nya where quick to hug Logan. “It’s been so long Li!” Lloyd laughed. “I cant wait for you to be back.”

“Um does some one mind explaining?” Zoey asked. Logan turned to his friends. “...You guys know im adopted?” They all nodded. “We could never find my birth parents….and I just did. Ninjago is real and it’s its pawn dimension. Out side of the dream world and our own world. The ninja helped me find out.” Logan held out the pendent. “All I have to do is break is stone and I can go home.”

“Wait but what about your life? Your moms, sports, school?” Izzie asked. “My mom’s don’t care about me. I see them maybe once every two week! I hate school. I hate sports. Honestly I hate my life! But this can bring me home. To people who actually want me.” “...What about us?” Cooper asked.

“....” Logan didn’t what to say. He didn’t think they liked him his much. “....Ill still be in the dream world every night. If anything thats better than seeing me at school-” “But what about morning burritos!” “And dj gigs?!” “And Sheep week!?” Logans friends bombarded him with questions. He wanted to be upset but he just couldn’t be. He started laughing and Oz came over. “Kid’s kids! Leave Logan be. It’s his life and his happiness.” “Thanks mr.Oz. Ill miss you class, you had the best desks to sleep at.” Oz patted his back. “And I wont miss you snoring.” “Oooooo!” Everyone laughed at Mr.Oz’s burn. But laughing turned to crying. And crying turned to hugging.

Logan turned back to the Ninja. “So, when I break this…Ill go back to ninjago. But what about you guys?” Zane held Logans shoulders. “Well…I think the universe will fix it’s self and we will be them and we will just be normal dreamers.” Zane explained. “So, yall wont remember this?” Logan felt panic. “It sounds like us in Ninjago won’t remember but we will.” Cole said gesturing to the ninja.

“...So what do I do?” “Wake up, Break the stone, Walk through the portal.” Jay explained. “And we’ll be waiting on the other side.” Kai explained. “And if you change your mind and you want to go back. Talk to us. We’ll make it happen.” Logans heart swelled. “We love you Logan.” Cole told him. “...I love you guys too. I cant wait to come home.”

When Logan woke up it was still night out. He packed a backpack with all the things he couldn't live without. But he had to carry his key board. He texted the group chat and asked them all to meet him in the park. He left a note on the counter.

Dear mom’s, I've been in this house alone for 13 years. I found the letter and the pendent my parents left me. Why you never gave it to me ill never know. There was a ripped picture with the letter and using that I was able to find my dad. I know it’s him because he had the other half. We also got a dna test done and it came back a match. I've left to go live with him and I want to be no contact. I've loved you both as my parents for years but time for me to go.

“Well… we had some fun. Thanks for always being here house.” Logan locked the door as he left.

When he got to the park everyone was already there. “I couldn’t do this alone.” He said as he walked up to Cooper, Izzie, Mateo, Zoey and Mr.Oz. “We wouldn’t let you if you tried.” Zoey snarked. “Im going to miss you so much lo-lo! Here, I want you to take snappers. So whenever you hug him you’ll think of us.” Izzie said as she started crying. She gave logan her blue crab plush. Logan himself started to tear up. “Thanks Iz.” They hugged. Izzie was always there for him rain or shine. “You know, im actually going to miss you Logan.” “Yeah yeah ill miss you too Mateo.” They two boys shared a first bump. Logan couldn't even turn to Cooper before he was tackled in a hug. Logan was shocked for a moment, but he carefully hugged him back. “You really helped me man. I wouldn’t be who I am today without you.” “...I know Coop. I know.” Cooper finally let go as Mr.Oz came over.

He gave logan a packet. “I don't know if they have schools were your going so this is the home work for the rest of the year.” “Hehe, thanks Mr.Oz.” Logan for the frist time hugged a teacher. Mr.Oz awkwardly held up his arms at frist but then he dropped them and hugged the dreamer. The others came in a hugged Logan one last time.

“Okay. It’s time to go.” Everyone stepped away.

Logan took stone out of the pendent. “Good bye.” He threw it to the ground and it shattered as it hit the pavement. There was a flash of white light and when Logan opened his eyes he wasn’t in the park anymore. He was in a monastery.

“Li?” Logan turned around to see four ninja.

“...Hey Dad’s.”

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Code Words | Trauma Protocols

Augh, I loved the new fic so much, I love Janus getting all protective over Roman it's just sooo. Ngl tho I'm a logince girlie at heart, platonic or otherwise, so I think it would be fun to see THEE Logan dealing with all the mess the agency put Roman in. Especially if he works together with Janus, they'd be vicious and unstoppable – anon

Read on Ao3 Part 1

Warnings: unintentional self harm, childhood neglect

Pairings: gen

Word Count: 5058

Logan comes to knock on Roman's door.

There's a knock on his door.

On instinct, Roman curls up tighter on his bed, refusing to entertain the possibility that someone’s come to see him, especially after the absolute fucking fiasco that was yesterday, but when it persists, he drags himself reluctantly up to peer through the peephole out to the corridor.

At the sight of his old mentor, his chest stutters.

In an instant, he’s jolted back to memories of the training floors, the sour rubber smell of the training mats making his nose twitch. Memories of scoreboards, of whispers and the click of pens against clipboards. Of clenching jaws in the simulation rooms and being sent back to his quarters for an 'attitude readjustment.' Of being eight years old again and dreading the knock on his door.

He shouldn't have gotten out of bed.

But he did, and he knows his movement's been heard, so he swings the door open and stares at the floor, his jaw clenched.

"Thank you," Logan says smoothly, "may I come in?"

Roman shrugs.

"Was that a 'yes?'"

It was a 'we both know I've got no fucking actual choice so yeah, let's pretend I do before you yell at me,' but he doesn't say that out loud so he grits out a yes and watches Logan walk inside.

He shuts the door—carefully, he doesn't need to give Logan something else to yell at him about—and clenches his hands, watching Logan make himself comfortable on his desk chair. He sees Logan glance at his desk and make the choice not to scold him about how messy it is, and he looks down again.

Shouldn't have gotten out of bed.

"Will you come join me?"

He moves robotically, climbing back into bed and curling up near the headboard, picking at the dead skin near one of his fingernails. He can tell Logan's waiting for him to say something.

Jokes on you, I've just spent years being brutally interrogated, I'm not gonna say shit before you do.

Logan's delicate sigh is almost enough to make him regret his stubbornness. Almost.

"Roman, do you know why I'm here?" Roman shrugs. "Can you use your words, please?"

You won't fucking like the ones I'd choose. He shrugs again.

"I'm here because of what happened yesterday." Ooh, big fucking shock. "I've heard the story from a few others, but I'd appreciate it if you could tell me from your point of view."

Oh, no, he knows that trap. No fucking way. He's fallen for it one too many times, he'll be damned if he's falling for it this time.

"Roman? Did you hear me?"

Yeah, I fucking heard you. That's why I'm not saying shit.

"There's no need for all of that," Logan says, and oh, there's that famous disapproval, "you're not proving anything by being stubborn, not to me."

Well, maybe not everything's about you, did you ever fucking think of that? They spend a few more moments in silence before Logan sighs again, shifting forward to lean on his knees.

"I understand you're embarrassed," he says in that stupid soft way that's probably meant to be understanding but just comes off condescending as shit, "but you shouldn't let that stop you from telling me what happened."

Oh, that's not what's stopping me, he thinks, but he's not about to correct him. See, I do remember shit from your training, never correct a false assumption they have about you. Aren't you fucking proud of me?

His rage, dormant through the night, resurges with a vengeance and he tightens his grip on his own knees.

Aren't you fucking proud of me? I spent years getting tortured by one of our best, apparently, and I didn't give him shit. I spent years terrified and traumatized and I didn't give up anything. I didn't give him a single fucking inch and I remembered what you taught me, aren't you fucking proud?

"There's no need to glare—" there is every fucking need to glare— "we can just talk like civilized people."

"There's no need to glare," Deceit purrs as the white-hot sting of pain fades, his chest burning as he frantically gasps for air, "we can just talk like civilized people."

Roman squeezes his eyes shut, flinching against the headboard. He presses his head against the smooth wood and forces himself to slow his breathing. He's not there, it's over, he's not there, nothing can fucking touch him right now, he's beaten Logan in sparring matches before and he's not fought him in years, he's got a few tricks Logan won't see coming. He's fine. He's fucking fine.

Logan at least has the decency not to say anything else until his breathing finally evens out. He hears a quiet rustling that must mean he's moving before he lets out another sigh.

"Roman, I can't help you if you don't talk to me."

Funny, that's what Deceit said too. Did you fucking talk to him or something?

"I thought you'd grown out of this."

The smart thing to do would be to keep his mouth shut. To stay there, curled up against the headboard, not saying a goddamn thing. That's what he's been taught, after all, he remembers training sessions like this, where he'd be poked and prodded and he was supposed to not move, not say anything, not give anything up. Shit, he's spent years doing just that, he'd not given a damn thing to Deceit or anyone else in that fucking gang, he knows how to do it, he knows he should just keep his mouth shut.

But Logan, fucking Logan, has always known what buttons to push.

"Fuck you," he growls, glaring at Logan who doesn't even have the decency to look ruffled, "and get the fuck out."

"Language, Roman."

"Don't you fucking dare."

"There's no need to be—"

"Oh, there is every fucking need." Roman's grip on his own leg tightens. "You wanted me to talk? Fine. I'm talking. Now fucking get out."

"Roman—"

"What? What the fuck can you do to me? Don't like my fucking language, great news for you, you don't have to fucking hear it, you can leave. In fact, that's a great idea, why don't you leave right now?"

"I'm not leaving, Roman, you need to—"

"I don't need to do shit. Don't you remember the fucking trauma protocols? Get out!"

"Of course I remember the trauma protocols, Roman, that's why I'm—"

"Then you know you've already broken two of the rules! You triggered me twice and you're not respecting my boundaries. You're violating the protocol. Get the fuck out."

Logan frowns. "How did I trigger you?"

Roman scoffs. "You fucking quoted him at me. You quoted him from while he was torturing me. This is an interrogation. And unless I haven't made this crystal fucking clear, I want you to get away from me."

At last, something akin to regret passes across his mentor's unflappable face as he holds out a hand in a way that's probably meant to be placating. "I didn't know about that, Roman, I assure you—"

"Oh, you didn't fucking know something!" Roman throws his arms up dramatically. "Wow, what a fucking shock that must've been! I wonder what that's like, to not fucking know something!"

He's panting by the end of it, his arms still outstretched, glaring at Logan, and to his absolute fucking horror, he sniffles.

"Oh, Roman," Logan says quietly, and that's it.

No, Roman screams at himself as he starts to cry again, no! Don't fucking cry in front of him, when has that ever fucking ended well? Stop it! Stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it!

Forgoing whatever dignity he hoped to maintain at the start of this, he angrily throws himself against the bed and clutches a pillow so tightly he can feel his fingernails start to tear the fabric. But fuck it, if Logan thinks he's being some horrible child throwing a tantrum and refusing to deal with this like an adult, he'll throw his fucking tantrum. He can still smell those awful rubber mats and hear Logan's disapproving voice and hear the laughing from all the other trainees and so yeah, let's throw a fucking tantrum.

He doesn't scream, though. There's no need for him to trigger himself too.

He's just so fucking mad. How dare Logan come here and try to act all high and mighty, how dare he act like this is something Roman's doing on purpose, how dare he tell Roman he's behaving out of line? He's still a child in his head now, curling up on the bed after Logan's left, after some scolding and reprimanding that's supposed to be 'for his own good,' or 'just to make sure he's learned his lesson,' or some other fucking platitude where Logan's supposed to be on his side or whatever, and he just wants him to leave so he can hurt all on his own.

It's safer that way.

And isn't that fucking sad, that he started to look forward to getting back to that sad empty apartment because it was sad and empty and his and so it was safe and he could be as messy and hurt as he wanted and no one could tell him shit because he was upset and hurting and that was fine because he could be by himself and fix it, and get better all on his own and be safe and alone and no one was there to hurt him anymore, whether or not they tried to justify it by saying it was good for him.

God, he wants that apartment back. He wants that stupid apartment where the heating didn't work and the stove wouldn't turn on the first time and the bed was all creaky and the springs would dig into him when he turned over. He wants those dirty walls and the cracked ceiling and the window that wouldn't shut properly. He wants to go there and curl up in that horrible bed and sob his fucking eyes out and be hurt all on his own.

In that apartment, no one lied to him. No one hurt him. He was safe there. The world was safe there.

He cries for that apartment, for the version of him that cried there too.

…when was the last time he cried this much?

He truly has no idea how long he stays there on that bed, certainly long enough to forget that Logan hasn't left yet. But when his pillow is gross and his body is sore, he hears the tell-tale rustle of someone moving.

That anger's gone. Now he's just a scared and vulnerable little kid again and he really doesn't want to be yelled at right now.

He could stay here again. He's got even less energy than he did before and with the rage gone, he can devote all of it to staying right here, around this gross and wet pillow. He could try and fall asleep, probably, he's worn himself out enough. That sounds like a great idea, actually, and he keeps his eyes closed, not bothering to shift around enough to get his face out of the disgusting mess, and tries.

He does.

Honestly, he tries.

But every few seconds he hears Logan shifting and his entire body won't stop screaming that someone else is in the room, and he comes to the horrifying conclusion that he's not going to be able to go to sleep until Logan leaves.

And, like it or not, he knows the best way to make Logan leave quickly is to cooperate.

Fuck, I really don't want to be yelled at.

He drags himself upright, peeling his face from the pillow. Curling around it, he sits himself against the headboard once more and plants his chin on the less-gross part, sniffling a few more times. He wipes his face on his arm and waits.

Logan doesn't say anything, not until he glances up at him. His expression is still blank, but his hands are woven tightly together, clutched in his lap. His knuckles are white. He still doesn't say anything.

"Well?" Fuck, is that really what I sound like?

Logan shifts. "Well?"

"What did you want me to tell you?"

He's quiet for a moment—he's hesitating. Logan doesn't do that. "Why were you so certain I was going to be angry with you?"

Roman scoffs, but when Logan still looks at him like he wants an answer, he curls in on himself a little more. "Why else would you be here?"

"What?"

"You only come here to yell at me or when I'm in trouble. You don't come here for anything else. You never have. Wasn't exactly a hard conclusion to reach."

Logan's mouth opens as if he wants to deny it, but no words come out. After a moment, he closes it. Then he takes a deep breath. "I'm not angry with you, Roman."

He scoffs again.

"I know you don't believe me—"

"That's right, I don't."

"—but I give you my word. I'm not angry, not with you. You—" he takes another deep breath— "you were put in an awful situation by irresponsible people and you've been hurt because of it. You reacted in a way that is entirely understandable. You haven't done anything to warrant my anger."

Roman just eyes him warily. Logan's jaw works for a moment.

"I apologize for triggering you," he says, and Roman's eyes widen, "and for making you think that I would be angry with you. And for not respecting your boundaries."

"You don't apologize," Roman mumbles, edging closer to the headboard, "you don't—you've never apologized."

"Then I owe you another one, for not doing so for the things I have done in the past, and for failing to recognize it on my own."

"What are you doing?"

"Apologizing?"

"No, why are you doing this—" he jerks his chin— "this, the whole…gentle thing, why?"

"You're hurting," Logan says as though it's the easiest thing in the world, "you deserve to be treated gently."

"Then why the fuck didn't you start like that?"

Logan sighs again, his shoulders slumping and Roman's struck by how old he looks. "I…wrongfully assumed that some degree of familiarity would be comforting. I thought that if I behaved as though this were not the… abominable circumstance that it is, it might help you feel safe enough to talk to me."

He shakes his head slowly.

"But instead, I've done nothing but upset you and trigger you…and possibly reinforce the idea that you have no one you can trust here in the Agency."

Roman toys with the edge of the pillow. "…yeah."

Silence for a moment, then Logan shakes his head again.

"The second time in as many days that someone has barged in here against your wishes and forced you to talk," he muses, a note of true dismay entering his voice, "isn't it?"

"Yeah."

"I'm sorry, Roman," Logan says and he's gotta stop dropping bombs everywhere—it's kind of nice, though— "I'm…I've done this very wrong."

"Well, you didn't actually torture me, so…you got that going for you."

A humorless laugh. "Oh, how low our standards have fallen."

"You get used to it."

"What a horrible thing to get used to."

There's another moment of quiet. Roman fiddles with the zipper on the pillow case. Logan shifts a few more times.

"Did…did I really never come here except to scold you?"

"Yeah."

"I never came by for any other reason?"

"You came once after I broke my leg to see how I was healing, I guess, and you had to come wake me up a few times at the beginning, but after that…no, not really."

Logan buries his face in his hands. Roman stares at him. Unflappable Logan, immovable Logan, the Logan that watched him do all manner of things and fuck up in all manner of ways, the Logan that barely fucking blinked when an explosive round went off right next to him, that Logan looks like he's about to cry.

"I must apologize," he says a moment later, his voice growing more and more hoarse by the moment as he drags his hand along his face—wait, is he crying?— "here I am feeling sorry for myself when you're the one most in need of support."

"I—um—I mean—"

"Have I ever told you how proud I am of you?"

"…who are you and what have you done with Logan?"

Absolute devastation crosses Logan's face and shit, Roman's about to start crying again at this rate. "I've been truly awful to you, haven't I?"

"N-no, you're—" Roman takes a deep breath— "you were strict, yeah, and I didn't—I didn't always want to be around you but you—you weren't awful, Logan. You—you were fair and you did teach me and you—I know you let me get away with stuff when I really wasn't feeling up to it and you—you—"

Did he ever imagine he would be saying this to Logan? No, but then again, he didn't exactly envision that any of this would happen.

"You—I didn't always want to, but I could come to you and you would fix it," he mumbles to his knees, "you'd fix it. Even if it was completely my fault, you'd—you'd help me fix it."

***

Roman wiped the tears from his cheeks as the door slid open. Logan stepped through and he shot up from the bed, already holding out the tablet.

"I've contacted the various regional offices to let them know what happened," he said before Logan could say a word, "and I've compiled a list of steps that need to be taken in order to manage them efficiently. The suppliers know there's going to be a delay and what safety measures to put in place. I've also talked to the medical wing about what might happen if it spreads and they've told me what else needs to be stocked in order to properly contain the outbreak."

He scrambled for another set of notes on his desk.

"Um—also there's a list of who all was involved and what their risk levels are—we managed to get the contagion vented before it could get into the main ventilation system but—" he grabbed a map too— "here, I've highlighted all the sectors that might be at risk and I've let the building security know that too. Um—a-and I've researched when the symptoms are most likely to peak so that we can brace for another wave after the initial infection."

Logan took it silently, looking at it. He flipped a page over.

"A-and I wrote my list already too." Roman reached for the last notebook. "I know it's not a priority or anything but I needed to—there was a moment where I was on hold while the specialists were checking something and I thought—it was a more productive use of my time than just sitting there."

Logan took that too, still not saying a word. Roman knit his fingers together, worrying his bottom lip. After a long pause, Logan nodded and handed it back.

"Contact the local media outlets as well to warn them of the outbreak. It's unlikely that the contagion will spread farther than campus, but better safe than sorry."

"Yes, sir."

"And, Roman?"

He braced himself, but Logan just laid a hand on his shoulder.

"This too shall pass," he said in a surprisingly quiet voice, "we'll get through this."

"Yes, sir."

***

Logan looks at him with such open affection that Roman feels tears prickle at the corner of his eyes again. Logan notices them—because of course he does—and makes an aborted move toward him, jerking to a halt when Roman flinches.

"I won't get closer," he says, raising his hands, "not until you say it's alright, I give you my word."

"Why didn't you leave," Roman croaks, his voice cracking," when—when I told you to—why didn't you go?"

"I should have, I apologize, I should've realized I was just making it worse."

"Will you leave now?"

"I can't," he says and to his credit he truly does sound as sorry as he looks, "but one of the protocols involves not leaving someone if they're at risk of injuring themselves, and…you're bleeding, Roman."

Is he? He looks down. Oh.

"I won't come any closer, you have my word," he says again, "and we don't—we needn't talk if you don't want. It doesn't have to be me, either, I can fetch someone else, someone you might be more comfortable with?"

Roman closes his eyes, the unfortunate truth already on the tip of his tongue.

"I don't trust anyone else," he whispers.

He can hear the aborted noise from Logan's throat, but he just murmurs a soft alright and doesn't move. Roman glances up to see him staring off into space, hands back to white-knuckled in his lap, but he doesn't seem intent to break his promise of not moving or speaking unless Roman permits it.

All of a sudden, he's filled with a terrible longing. He wants someone he trusts here, in all of this mess. He wants someone to help him with all of this, he wants someone to hold his hand like a child as he cries, he wants someone.

"C-can we—" Logan's head turns and Roman swallows— "can we try again?"

"Try what?"

"Can you—can you try again? Can you try coming in again?"

Recognition crosses his face and Logan nods, standing up slowly, smoothing the front of his clothes. "Do you want me to go outside again, or just come in as though I've just shut the door?"

"Can you go outside? I'll let you in," he says when Logan hesitates, "I know the protocol too."

"I don't want you to feel as though you have to, Roman."

"Please?"

"…alright."

Logan walks to the door, opens it carefully, and shuts it with a click. After ten seconds, he knocks quietly.

Roman could refuse to let him in. He could bury his head in the pillows. He could barricade himself in the bathroom.

But the longing hasn't gone away and so he gets up and goes to open the door.

"Hello, Roman," Logan says, softly, so softly when he looks up at him, "I'm so sorry to hear about what happened yesterday, what can I do?"

Oh, fuck.

Fuck it.

A sob escapes his throat and he throws himself at Logan, wrapping his arms tightly around his waist and burying his face in his chest. Logan's arms wrap around him immediately and he feels his knees buckle. But Logan has always been there to catch him and he does, holding him so close that he just starts to cry in earnest.

"Can we go inside," he hears murmured against his head, "can I look after you there?"

Roman drags him in and kicks the door shut and this is Logan's fault, he agreed to this, so now he gets to see the side of Roman's hurt he's never seen before, which means it's going to be clingy and messy and awful and he's just going to have to deal with it. He half expects Logan to start trying to calm him down, saying it's a bit too much, or something, but nope—Logan asks if he can pick him up like he did when he broke his leg and carries him to his bed, holding him all the while. Which is just not fair, because Logan is big and warm and safe and Roman's not going to stop crying for a long time.

"They laughed at me, L-Logan," he hiccups, scrabbling weakly for a better hold, "they l-laughed at me!"

"Who laughed at you?"

"The—the supervisors, in the—in the meeting—" he hiccups again— "someone told me that—told me that Deceit was—that Deceit was in the building so I asked them where—them where and they said in the meeting room and I went and I tried to—I tried to—and they laughed at me!"

"They shouldn't have laughed at you, Roman, you were scared and trying to do what you thought was right," Logan says in his solemn way where something is just true, and smooths his hand over Roman's head. "Can you tell me what happened next?"

"I r-ran—I ran away."

"Where did you run?" Logan asks as he tightens his grip. "Here?"

Roman sniffles and nods. "Then Janus—Janus came and he wouldn't l-leave and he—he—they lied to him too."

"You're doing very well, Roman, good job, I know this is hard." Logan rubs his back. "Just breathe for a moment, alright? Just take a moment…yes, that's it, very good."

Logan walks him through a few slow breaths and where the fuck has this been his whole life?

"Do you think you can keep going?"

"Y-yeah."

"Alright; what did they lie about?"

"I was supposed to have a way out," he says into Logan's chest, "th-there were supposed to be code words and Janus thought I knew them."

"And you didn't?"

"They didn't even tell me he was undercover!"

The hand on his back stutters for a moment before Logan bows his head, breaths warming the top of Roman's ear. "I'm so sorry, Roman. I'm sorry. I should have…"

Roman's chest tightens as he feels Logan's chest shudder.

"I should have protected you," Logan whispers as something wet hits his head, "I'm sorry."

Roman scrambles up. Logan is crying. Logan is crying. Logan is staring at him with tears on his cheeks and he reaches for him again and he hugs him, he's hugging him, Logan's hugging him!

"I've got you," Logan warbles and Roman just burrows into his hold, "I've got you, little one, I'm right here. You're safe, now, you're safe, I won't let anyone touch you, nothing is going to happen to you while I'm here, I'm so sorry…"

"You should do this more often," he blurts out before he can stop himself, "the—the whole hugging-me thing, you should do it all the time."

Logan laughs wetly. "Okay, little one, I will."

"Yeah?"

"I give you my word."

"We should stay like this for a while."

"Yes, yes, I think that's a good idea too."

And so they do. They stay like that until they've cried themselves out and the sun has moved clear across the sky. They stay like that as people pass by in the halls and vehicles drive by the windows. They stay like that until Roman's half-dozing in Logan's arms and Logan's chin rests on top of Roman's head.

"Do you know," Logan asks softly after a long, long time, "how proud I am of you?"

Roman stirs but says nothing. If he moves too much it might make Logan remember that he's not supposed to be doing this or that he doesn't actually want to say it out loud.

"Because I am," Logan continues, "I am so proud of you. Your skills at observation are nigh impeccable, your resilience is—a force unto itself, and your compassion, Roman, is…I can't put into words how truly, truly proud I am of you."

Roman swallows. "Why…why did you never say it before?"

His head moves up and down as Logan sighs. "You always carried yourself with such confidence that it seemed like arrogance. I suppose I…didn't bother to think it was anything other than that. I hope…I am sorry for that, Roman."

"'S okay."

"Is it?" Logan asks gently, so gently, such a far cry from the way he used to.

"…no, not really."

"I am proud of you, Roman. I will always be proud of you. And I will always be here for you."

Roman fiddles with the hem of his sleeve. "Janus said he was going to go yell at the person who briefed me yesterday."

"Mm."

"Do you think he did?"

"No, I don't. He called me as soon as he spoke to you—hush, little one, he knew I was your mentor, he thought I should hear about it from one of you before someone else told me," Logan soothes as Roman tenses again, "hush, hush, I'm not in on this with him, I'm not taking his side, it's alright, I'm just worried."

"We're not on different sides," Roman grumbles as he settles back down, "it's us versus whoever briefed me, isn't it?"

"Yes, that's right, you were both hurt by it, but he did hurt you, Roman. Quite significantly."

"I know."

"So it's alright if it takes you a while."

"That's what he said too." He shifts. "Why don't you think he went and confronted them?"

"I advised him not to."

"Why?"

"We're still in the debrief period. Anything that happens before psych clears you both can be dismissed. If we want to make the charges stick, we should file them after."

Roman makes a face at the idea of waiting, but… "'We?'"

"I told you," Logan says, leaning back so he can look Roman in the eyes, "I'm here for you. I will always be here for you. And believe me, I am furious that this was allowed to happen, that this did happen. I will help you, little one, however I can."

"…okay."

"Can I persuade you to have something to eat?"

"I don't really want to leave."

"We can order pizza," Logan suggests, and laughs at how surprised Roman looks, "let's order pizza and get you something to drink, alright?"

"You should do all of this more often, by the way. The saying things you mean and the hugging and the being nice. You should do all of it more often."

Logan chuckles and ruffles his hair. "Come on, little one. Pizza."

As Logan stands up and goes to order pizza, Roman chews on his lip. "Where do you think he did go?"

"Hm?"

"Janus. Yesterday."

Logan lets out a breath. "I imagine that in much the same way he called me, he went to someone to help support him."

"Oh."

"Now come on, what would you like on your pizza?"

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sander-sides-writing · 11 months

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Sanders sides ships as Disney channel movie (or tiktok POV) plots pt. 1

all of these might turn into fics and I probably won't regret it

Princxeity: A movie star (Roman) has to go to school to study for a movie, and our socially awkward, emo, chess playing main character (Virgil), takes him under his wing and shows him what high school is like for people like him

Logicality: Patton's father is a scientist working on a robot that can convey human emotions (Logan). While Patton was studying at the lab, Logan malfunctioned and Patton now has to pose Logan as a human to everyone, because Logan will get terminated if he gets found out

Demus: A werewolf (Remus) finds out a witch (Janus) is his soulmate and learns magic from that witch. They get put in court because it's illegal and Remus yells, "Fuck the government!" and burns it down

Bonus!

Remile: The cool rich popular kid (Remy) gets paired up with the cartoon nerd (Emile) for a project. They actually do really well on the project and as a reward Remy shows Emile How to be Cool!™ but it's just Emile telling Remy that all of his friends are fake because he's rich

#sander sides #ts sides #tss #cartoon therapy #logan sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #roman sanders #remus sanders #janus sanders #emile picani #remy sanders #remile #demus #logicality #prinxiety #thomas sanders sides #thomas sanders

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simple-seranade · 9 months

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WOOHOO SANDERS SIDES BIG BANG POSTING TIME!!! @tss-storytime

May I present: Ship of Theseus!

In which: Virgil is a robot with memory problems trying to unravel the mystery behind his friend Logan’s kidnapping, with the help of some of his friends. That he met on a community posting board. Oh boy.

Rating: T

Ships: none

Words: 24k (it will all be posted by the end of today!)

GO CHECK OUT THE AMAZING ART MADE BY @bitemarx , ITS SO COOL AND I HAVE NOT STOPPED STIMMING

#tss storytime 2023 #sera’s stories #sanders sides #sanders sides fic #virgil sanders #logan sanders #roman sanders #remus sanders #janus sanders #patton sanders #fanfiction #so happy to finally put this out!!!

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audioaujom · 7 months

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(9) Back to Square One

LTWF Hub, < prev, next >

Hello and welcome back! Things are bad and getting worse as usual. I don’t have much to say, I think the mess speaks for itself. Enjoy!

Word Count: 1313

Between Virgil being missing, Roman’s ever increasing rage, and the weird smug smile that Janus had been wearing for the last few days, Patton was at the end of his rope.

If Logan wasn't avoiding Patton before he definitely was now, ignoring all of the latter’s attempts at contact over the weekend and leaving him stranded with an agitated Roman.

Patton loved his roommate, he really did, but Roman was stressing him out even more than he already was—and it was starting to become too much.

“What use is campus police if they won’t even investigate!” Roman was yelling, pacing long lines from the dorm door to the windows. “He’s been gone far longer than 48 hours and they have turned up squat!”

“You have to give them time, Roman.” Patton sighed, sitting on the bed and listening to the same rant for the fourth—fifth? sixth?—time. “This is awful, but… you know. They're… busy.”

It's not that he didn't understand—he was just as angry and scared and upset about Virgil being missing—but he was so tired of being angry and scared and upset.

“They're useless.” Roman continued, barely listening. “I may as well search this entire campus myself!”

Patton’s attention was drifting, his laptop open on the bed beside him but discarded and his phone charging nearby. “Okay.”

“And oh boy, if that snake shows his face in front of me this week, my rage will make Lyssa blush!”

“If you say so.” Patton mumbled, staring down at his hands. Roman’s words were blurring together.

“This is the worst!” Roman declared, finally stopping in his incessant pacing and throwing his hands in the air. “Everything is awful and I'm angry!”

Patton nodded distantly, completely unfocused. “Yeah.”

By the time Monday rolled around Patton wasn't looking forward to his classes, for the first time dreading his astronomy class. Every step up the stairs was heavier than the last, Patton nearly turning around and leaving several times—though he ended up in front of the classroom door all the same. A small spark of relief cut through his panic, though, when he saw Logan sitting at his desk. Normally he would be in a discussion with the professor, another student, or Janus—who strangely was nowhere to be found—to avoid talking to Patton.

Patton tentatively stepped into the classroom, internally lighting up as Logan turned to him and stood up to greet him.

“Hello. Are you here for Stars, Galaxies, and Cosmos class designation 1060-10462?” Logan asked, Patton’s hopes crumbling in his chest at the flat words.

What… is he talking about?

“...what?” Patton chuckled awkwardly in an attempt to relieve the tension that only he seemed to be feeling, trying not to panic. “Don't be silly, you… you already know that I am. What are you talking about?”

Logan nodded, the action uncharacteristically mechanical. “That is good to hear. My name is Logan, and I’ll be your ATA for this semester.”

“Logan, what are you…?” Patton stared, hoping for Logan to be joking or even just momentarily malfunctioning—though something deep in his stomach knew better. “What happened to you?”

“I'm afraid I am unsure as to what you are talking about.” Logan’s apology was lifeless, his unblinking digital eyes unfeeling. “I'm quite alright.”

“But you— it’s— it's me, Patton, I—” Patton was desperate, his panic growing as he reached out to grab Logan—only for the latter to step back and cut him off.

“It's nice to meet you, Patton. Feel free to find an open seat.”

Tears were misting in the corners of Patton’s eyes, his hands falling uselessly back to his sides. “Why don't you recognize me…?”

“Am I supposed to?”

“Yes! You— I— We—!” None of his words were coming out right, choking off in the sob barely contained in the back of his throat. “Did none of it… mean anything to you? Can you really just… forget that all so easily?”

“I’m terribly sorry if I’ve done something to offend you.” Logan seemed a little more sincere, but something about it felt… wrong. “But I do not believe we have met prior.”

“We… we were going to chart the stars.” Patton said miserably, sniffing hard to try and keep the tears from finally overflowing. When Logan just stared at him, confusion unchanged, he tried again with, “Andromeda, you said.”

“That would be impossible.” Logan shook his head, all that was left of Patton’s relief shattering into a swirl of murky heartbreak. “How and why would we attempt to travel in space like that?”

Patton nodded a little, wiping at his eyes as he turned away. “...Please excuse me.”

In an instant he dashed back out of the classroom, leaving Logan standing alone in the doorway.

“Oh—!” Logan exclaimed mostly to himself, watching until Patton was completely out of sight. He blinked a few times, before turning back towards his desk. “How odd.”

Having seen the entire exchange, Professor Sanders came jogging up to Logan as soon as Patton was gone.

“Logan, what happened?” He asked, concerned. He knew that those two had been spending a lot of time together, having been the one to approve Logan’s request for out of class time in the first place. “Did Patton say where he was going?”

“No.” Logan shook his head, before shrugging. “I simply introduced myself and he seemed rather upset.”

“...what?” The professor trailed off, now mostly confused. “What do you mean?”

“I asked if he was here for this class—Stars, Galaxies, and Cosmos class designation 1060-10462—and he got upset.” Logan explained plainly, one hand coming up to adjust his glasses. “I'm afraid I don't understand the problem.”

“Someone in tech must've messed up and reset you.” The professor sighed in heavy annoyance, pinching at the bridge of his nose. “Could someone make sure Logan makes it to Dr. Villarehal’s lab, please?”

Patton was running blindly through the halls, partially blinded by his tears.

Does Logan really not remember anything?

Is everything really gone?

After all they'd been through, Patton just couldn't handle the flat out rejection—stumbling as he heard Logan’s dismissive voice over and over again in his head.

I don't believe we’ve met? That would be impossible? What… happened to him?

Patton came to an abrupt stop as he ran face first into someone, who steadied him gently by the shoulders. He looked up to apologize but the words died in his throat as he found himself staring into familiar green eyes.

“Oh, dear.” Janus said softly, letting go of Patton as soon as he tried to pull away. “What ever could have happened to make you so upset?”

“No, Janus, I—” Patton shook his head, though his resolve to keep running was completely gone. His legs wobbled underneath him again as another sob threatened to break out, Janus catching him before he could fall.

“Oh, shh.” He shushed softly, pulling Patton into a light hug. “Just come here.”

Patton tried again to pull away, but it was weaker this time.

He did really need a hug.

Janus smiled in understanding, letting Patton fall back against his chest and tightening his arms just a little. “It’s alright, darling. Let it all out.”

“But I—” Patton’s last protest was barely audible, cutting himself off as he finally let himself continue crying.

“No one will fault you for this, so let me be there for you right now.” Janus continued, rubbing small circles onto Patton’s back. “Clearly something has happened, and you need this.”

Patton hated how comforting and soft the words were, letting himself sink into the hug to relish in its warmth.

Maybe just this once, it would be okay. He needed all the comfort he could get.

However, Patton was buried too deep in the hug to notice the widening smirk on Janus’ face as he continued to mumble comforting words to the crying boy.

Yeah… all according to plan.

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iconuk01 · 10 months

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"MechaCypher to the rescue!"

Magneto #1

Doug confirmed as robot anime fan.

I guess that when you can understand any language you can indulge your fondess for Japanese anime, especially as there wasn't that much around in the US of the 1980's.

And now I want a fic with Doug begging Logan and Kitty to pick him up some obscure manga or a video from his latest favourite series the next time they're in Japan, and the looks each would give him.

Or one about Illyana actually taking him to Japan for his birthday and him practically having a joy meltdown when he finds a decent comic book and action figure store.

#doug ramsey #cypher #warlock #the team supreme #selfsoulfriends #new mutants #magneto

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abusivelittlebunny · 1 year

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Bestie, please i need you to write something for Logan x pierce 🥺 I'm so fucking happy you're getting into Boyd's stuff

Bestie I want to desperately but I haven't even seen the movie all I know about it is from Tumblr gifsets thanks to @conradrasputin who got me hooked on the whore that is Donald Pierce. But that doesn't mean I don't already have fic ideas...

1. I feel like it's mandatory to write a good nasty smut where Pierce uses that lovely robotic hand of his to pleasure himself, he fixes it up on his own to have a nice vibrating function that he can abuse his prostate with with a special elastic glove covering the cold metal skeleton. He's in the middle of fingering his brains out and twisting his nipple piercings with his other hand (because of course a whore like him has nipple piercings and a tongue piercing) when some lower rank henchman coworker of his walks in on him. Pierce at first tries to angrily dismiss the dumb hunk of muscle but then figures he may be of some help and uses him as his own personal dildo but the guy finishes too quickly inside him, leaving Pierce unsatisfied until he notices the other henchmen peeking through the door to jack off to the sight. Pierce invites them all in to find out how much they can satisfy him.

2. I also want to write of course a fic where Pierce uses X-24 as his personal guard dog/favorite dildo because he loves his men rough and X-24 has been the most perfectly brutal animalistic bedpartner he ever had; besides that he always wanted a dog. He puts a collar and sometimes a leash on X-24 and pets his head or scratches under his jawline when his perfect beast does something well and he rewards him by bending over for a fuck or giving him a blowjob. He can't stop moaning "Come on, boy, ah that's it, good boy, fuck me hard, good boy," as X-24 ruts into him and then he lets the beast cuddle him close as a reward and lick and groom him like he'd with a mate. After a while Pierce barely has to give any verbal orders he can just snap his fingers and X-24 knows what he wants which is either sex or kill. X-24 also starts protecting him on his own instinct, Pierce could be in a sticky situation and X-24 drops everything to save him instead of listening to the given order. Pierce finds the misbehavior troublesome but he can't help but call his beast a good boy when he carries him out covered in wounds that'd kill a normal man.

3. Speaking of X-24, I definitely want a fic where Pierce already has an established master-dildodog relationship with him and Pierce manages to capture Logan who he's obsessed with. I want a scene of Pierce tracing his hands along Logan's thighs who can't do anything about it because he's tightly bound meanwhile Pierce muses how damn familiar Logan is even if Logan doesn't know just how well Pierce knows his body. "I know the exact shape and size of your cock, how you like it sucked, and what your weaknesses are. Like when I do this," and he licks at the shell of Logan's ear and bites it just hard enough and Logan trembles into it, his cock stirring involuntarily and Pierce continues with a pleased humm "you'll instantly get turned on. I also know you're a cuddly one after sex, quite keen on marking your territory." And Logan has no idea how Pierce would know such private informations until X-24 prowls in and bumps his head against his master in an affectionate gesture while glowering at Logan himself, seeing him as a damn challenger. But Pierce doesn't want them fighting he wants them working together to give him pleasure and an incredibly twisted threesome occurs where Pierce gets dpd and spitroasted to hell and back.

4. It wouldn't be me if I didn't want an omegaverse au where Pierce while still a mercenary is an omega who volunteers to carry Logan's kids next to the cloning plan to get little supersoldiers from his DNA. Logan is captured and gets rut enducing drugs injected into him when Pierce quits his suppressants to induce heat in himself. No matter how bad Logan hated the guy, an alpha in rut only sees a beautiful omega in heat ready for a good breeding in Pierce at that moment and all forms of restraining are useless as they couple like feral dogs in the allocated cell. Their breeding lasts for a whole week and by the end of it Pierce is not only knocked up with a full litter but also got claimed by Logan, both of them too lost in passion at that time to care but now months later Pierce is actually annoyed by it because his instincts make him crave his mate and the thought of giving his babies away for science experiments seem less and less appealing. He gets almost daily doctor's check ups to see the progress in his womb and is allowed a weekly meeting with Logan to keep the omega in him happy because a happy omega is a healthy fetus. Logan despite himself also develops strong feelings to protect Pierce and their babies and they end up escaping together before the babies are born to raise them in a remote cabin after killing off the people working for the evil organization. I'm a sucker for domestic endings like this

5. Because he's serving LDR trailer Park hooker vibes I desperately want to create a fic (with or without the powers) where it's like current regular times and Donald Pierce hooks up with this sexy gruff older stranger Logan at a gas station toilet and its so incredibly hot both of them are shaken by it (Pierce acts like a tough guy until he's getting his face fucked against the grimy toilet stall door and then bends over the sink to get his ass resized) but they both know it must stay a one time thing. Until they end up seeing each other not two days later at the same cheap motel they're both coincidentally staying at and they tumble into Pierce's room for hot nasty sex (but before that Logan rushes back to his own room for five minutes saying that uh he left his condoms there which is weird because Pierce says he can just use his own and then Logan ends up not even using any condoms and just pumps him full of cum) and Pierce is honestly above the clouds enough that he offers Logan the chance to sleep over which he's never done with a random hookup before but Logan declines and retires to his own room leaving Pierce cold and confused. The next day Pierce sees Logan pack his car and take off and decides to follow him instead of going on his work related trip. He stops not short from where Logan stops and goes into the Diner they stopped in front of first so it doesn't seem like it's Pierce who's following him, taking a seat at the bar and pointedly not paying attention when he hears people come in behind him. He sucks on his strawberry milkshake and eats his fries putting them on his tongue one by one with carefully practiced casual sluttyness while reading his work texts on his phone, rolling his eyes and sighing dramatically as he feels a particular pair of eyes on him and when he slips out of his seat and heads for the men's room he doesn't even need to wait to hear the steps to know Logan will follow. Which he does, bless his heart, and Pierce gives a coy "I'm starting to think you're following me," before he gets pushed out on the back exit and gets ravished against the wall in the alley behind the diner. The fuck is hard and rough and fast and everything Pierce needs to cum his brains out but after it's done and he chuckles "mmm you should've bought me dinner first," Logan huffs that he doesn't think that's a good idea before going back in the diner leaving the younger man alone. Pierce doesn't get why Logan wouldn't want to hang out after they've had such glorious sex not once but three times but when he goes back he does quickly realize because Logan's small daughter is munching down on a big burger right across from him and he's doing his best not to look at Pierce paying his tab and leaving. Pierce sits in his car silently smoking and watching Logan and his daughter Finnish their meal, waiting for what Pierce assumes would be his wife to come by the table as well but she never does and the two of them leave on their own. Should Pierce keep following and trying to pursue a single dad on a road trip with his daughter just for the sake of some splendid dick and end up learning how to be a good stepmommy just so he can date said single dad? Maybe not, but Donald Pierce loves bad ideas.

6. that being said I do want a fic where Logan and Pierce are in the beginning of their relationship and Pierce has to try to deal with the fact that he not only has a new man but with that comes an unexpected new stepdaughter and how difficult it is to maneuver around their kid for fun sexy times. Its maddening how Logan doesn't want to fuck him over the kitchen counter or table because his daughter eats there or how he must keep his moans muffled into the pillow so Laura won't hear or how they can't do any flirting around Laura as if that'd do her any harm. Don't get him wrong he gets along with Laura well enough but her dad is just far too overly protective and Pierce just wants to get dicked the fuck down!!! This could also be an omegaverse where Pierce wants Logan to breed him already buy Logan is afraid Laura might feel less important if they start having babies now and Pierce is outraged by that. He needs his eggs cracked and his name dropped. That means he wants to have babies and get married NOW you old fuck come on!

7. I know the prev few seem like long multichapter fics but I also want a nice short smut shot based on the knowledge that Logan is supposed to be a limo driver in that movie as a job, and hearing that I immediately came up with a no powers au where Logan gets hired by Pierce's boss as personal limo driver only the boss himself barely ever uses said limo and instead it's Pierce taking high profile clients and business partners out for fine dining or exclusive clubs or just plain old serving champagne in the limo while Pierce whores himself out to different men like five times a week and Logan has front row seats to watch as Pierce sucks on the cock of the client of the day or rides a business partner for some deal his boss needs. Pierce quickly catches on that the hot limo driver likes to watch and makes sure to put on a good show for him. One night when Logan is supposed to pick up Pierce and another client from the club only Pierce gets in the car, clearly irritated and wearing his sunglasses but those don't cover the split lip he's got as he grumbles for Logan to take him home. Logan hears as Pierce calls up his boss and tells him he couldn't secure the deal which results in a lot of yelling on the other end of the phone but Pierce just looks tired as he mumbles his apologies, nothing like his usual cocky self. Pierce asks Logan to park in the garage and then come up to his apartment if he wants a bonus and Logan is mad enough to comply and give Pierce what he needs; a good hard fuck to calm him down and then a sweet and gentle one he's too tired to resist against to make him fall asleep. For such a tough nasty guy he sure loves to cuddle in his sleep.

#and these are just from the top of my head #im insane i know #logan x donald #donald pierce #my ficlet #ask rambles

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