Hello ooooo I really enjoy your head canons and qas wondering if you could do some for giant Logan Sanders?
Have a lovely day/night and be sure to drink orange juice unless you dont like oranges. In that case dont drink orange juice.
Yesyesyes!! My first sanders sides ask! Logan is one of my favorites and I love this ask sm!
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(Artist is ‘deathlyafraidofpuppets’ on Tumblr) here
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He’s a gentle giant in the sense that he isn’t clumsy or oblivious to his strength. Logan is precise when it comes to being around the smaller sides.
When holding one of them, he would naturally hold a tiny in a firm but gentle fist, since it’s the most logically secure. However, he’d change it to an open palm right away if asked, with only minor comments on inefficiencies.
The size difference between himself and the other sides + Thomas furthers his feelings of being ignored. Having a physical difference isolates him more from being relatable, thus his advice isn’t taken most times (much to his irritation)
Arguments during canon videos annoy him greatly, no one listens to anyone else. He would get to a point where he’d abruptly grab the sides at fault (likely Roman and Virgil), holding them each in separate hands away from each other and ignoring the squirming. It makes catching people’s attention easier at least.
The only comfort he has is that he is technically an imaginary manifestation. He is logic, obviously if anyone tries to ask questions about the logistics of his giant size he’ll start ranting about the square-cube law and how it would be impossible for a being of his size to exist outside of the mind.
Logan would still scream FALSEHOOD with as much conviction as human-sized him. It would be hilarious to imagine he takes the other's eardrums into consideration, so when he needs to, he’d stand up, silently walk to the other side of the mind palace, then scream it from a reasonable distance away. Everyone has learned to prepare themselves with the few seconds they notice him walking.
He unfortunately is a target for Remus’s commentary because of his size, think like ‘Working Through Intrusive Thoughts’ but every time they’ve ever interacted and much worse, despite Logan being more active in trying to avoid or ignore him. Your own intrusive thoughts can fill in the gaps for what Remus could possibly say to a giant.
In reference to his anger issues/the orange side, his outbursts would be much more terrifying just from a tiny perspective. He wouldn’t raise his hand to anyone, but he’s still a giant and that’s intimidating enough when he is clearly angry.
It is unfortunate, but he’s too big for normal jars of Crofters to be satisfying. Of course, that only means he’d have to conjure up giant jars himself from Thomas’s memory of the flavors. You can’t leave him without his favorite food (Even if they don’t need to eat).
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Logan is the type to be very strict about boundaries, especially his own. He’d also have a few basic likes and dislikes for each side memorized:
Virgil doesn’t like being picked up, but would lean against a part of him if in the relaxed mood
Patton wouldn’t be against being picked up, but also wouldn’t enjoy it that often if he knew Logan didn’t care for it
Roman would be most likely to forget boundaries and climb on him or something for dramatic effect in a discussion, but being grabbed would offend him
Janus does not like to be in a hand but wouldn’t mind a shoulder, logan walks without jostling too much
He refuses to touch Remus, but Remus blatantly ignores boundaries so that doesn’t do much good.
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My asks are always open for any fandom / non-fandom based G/t oneshot requests, headcanons, or thoughts! :)
I remember reading it years ago on Tumblr and for some reason I suddenly have thing crazy urge to find it again
It's a sanders sides g/t story where tiny Virgil is an orphan who gets adopted by giants Logan and Patton
I'm not even exaggerating when I tell you I've been scouring the internet for HOURS trying to find it and I can't.
If anyone can find it I will no joke cashapp them $5
I remember Virgil being the only one his size in the orphanage and he got bullied a lot for it
He was hiding in the corner reading a book when Patton and Logan talk to him and decide to adopt him
It quotes Stuwart Little a lot
It takes a few days for Logan and Patton to come back and get him and Virgil thinks that they've forgotten him and he's super sad and it's a little cheesy but so cute!!!!
It's multiple chapters and I want to reread it SO BAD YALL HAVE NO IDEA
PLS PLS PLS G/T COMMUNITY HELP ME FIND THIS
I KNOW SANDERS SIDES ISN'T THE TRENDY G/T THING ANYMORE BUT PLEASE, ONE OF Y'ALL HAVE TO KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT
Another commission done! This time was a monochromatic sketch so I got to do some fun shading. This piece is of tiny Patton receiving glasses for the first time (I believe) from Logan and seeing a clear world unfold before him. :3
Such a cute and fun idea! I’m still open for more commissions as well. They really help me get back into drawing and also help me out a lot.
For the bad thing happens bingo prompts: broken wrist and analogical? could you make it g/t too, somehow?
Student Struggles
Summary: He knew it was illogical and ridiculous to make such an emotionally biased decision. Yet, Logan did it anyway.
Warnings: Broken limb (non graphic), humans treated as lesser, main character referred to as an “it” (non malicious), fear.
Pairings: Platonic Analogical
Characters: Logan, Virgil
Word Count: 3463 words
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It was a precarious predicament.
It certainly wasn’t everyday he tried to sneak out of his university’s anthropology lab harbouring an injured and terrified human in his pocket.
As one of the more respected senior’s of his class, most of the professors that were still there hardly paid Logan another look as he left the lab for the evening.
Still, that didn’t change the fact that he was nervous. Smuggling a human out of the lab without a professor’s explicit permission was an offence punishable by suspension. The suspension itself wouldn’t last much longer than a couple days, but it would leave a bad mark on his crystal clean school record. It would change the reputation he had with his professors—all of which he had so carefully tailored right from his first year in the program.
In fact, most of them greeted him warmly. Asking about his classes earlier, wishing him a good weekend and giving a teasing reminder to study for the upcoming midterms. None of these conversations lasted longer than a few minutes and normally, Logan would have been glad to speak with them. But as of that moment, the longer he was stuck there standing with them, the larger the chance was of him being found out. He knew his professors were very well trained in spotting things that seemed off—an example would be students sitting in the very back row, the furthest away from the lecturer and still getting called out for not paying enough attention.
Long story short, if Logan got caught he was risking his entire future in this field.
A part of him still questioned if this whole thing was even worth the risk. Humans got hurt all the time in his practicum; especially when other students weren’t being careful enough. It happened, so why was this one any different?
Why was the human that had looked up at him with wide frightened eyes any different than the others?
Still, whether or not it was worth the risk, Logan was too far into it now to backtrack. Retracing his steps back to the lab may be considered suspicious, so it was all or nothing whether he wanted it to be or not. Besides, he was also positive that the doors would be locked anyhow, so backpedaling would be pointless. Not that he didn’t have a key to get back in if he truly needed to.
Logan ducked around another professor expertly and he went unnoticed, as the professor in question seemed to be engaged in a particularly interesting conversation.
Or so he thought.
Just as he was about to push the door to the building open, he heard the man bidding his quick farewells for the night before easily catching up with the student.
“Logan,” his professor greeted him with a grin, pushing the other door open before Logan had the chance to escape.
“Dr. Coleman,” he replied after a moment, shouldering his book bag a little more securely.
“You seem to be in quite the rush,” Dr. Coleman said, pulling his coat closer as the cool autumn air swept in through the doors. “Mind if I join you to the parking lot?”
As if he had a choice. Logan only gave a nod.
The squirming in his pocket started up again, this time with more vigor. Slightly paranoid that the little motions would show through the soft fabric, Logan make the quick decision to fully wrap his hand around the human—keeping it still and silent. While that stopped the slight movement from the outside, he could still feel the terrified motions pushing helplessly against his fingertips. Trying fruitlessly to budge his fingers. Of course, to no avail.
While he did feel bad about physically restraining it when it was so obviously in distress, Logan really couldn’t risk being found out this far into the endeavor.
He only hoped the little thing’s heart wouldn’t stop entirely.
However, during the entire ordeal he kept his features mindfully neutral, careful to keep from alerting Dr. Coleman of his current plight.
Dr. Coleman didn’t say anything for a long moment, his eyes flickered over the student and Logan pretended not to notice. Acting off would only make the professor suspicious. Something he really did not need right now.
The professor only hummed softly before turning his attention forward, toward the cars sitting silently under the streetlights illuminating the parking lot in a warm yellow glow. Logan must have spent more time in the lab than he had meant to, if twilight was already falling.
“Busy night tonight, I assume?” Dr. Coleman finally broke the silence and Logan only shrugged nonchalantly.
“You could say that,” he relented. While it technically wasn’t untrue, it wouldn’t be school work like the professor would assume.
Dr. Coleman snickered, reaching into his pocket to draw out his car keys. He clicked the buttons and his car’s headlights flashed in response. “Getting some studying done?”
In a way.
Logan forced himself to relax a little, knowing that the professor had no idea of his little stowaway. “Certainly. Can never be too over prepared for an exam.”
“True,” Dr. Coleman stuck his hands into his pockets. Logan felt relief wash over him when the professor reached his own vehicle. This was the very type of interaction he had been trying so hard to avoid. “This is why you’re one of my favourite students, Logan.”
The praise was nice, but really not what he needed right now. “I appreciate that, Dr. Coleman. But I really do have to get going, as pleasant as this conversation has been.”
As stinted as it had been too, it seemed. Usually, talking with Dr. Coleman didn’t take that much energy. He had engaged the professor in many heated debates over his four years of study. And he would be glad to engage in those types of conversations once more! Just as soon as the human was no longer on his person and in range of being confiscated, only to be placed right back into the same area where it had gotten hurt in the first place.
Whether or not this whole thing was the correct course of action, Logan was sick of witnessing humans getting injured and then being disposed of as if their injuries made them completely useless.
If given the proper treatment and time to heal, they would have a far less percentage of humans succumbing to their injuries or illnesses.
It was unfortunate that so many of his peers thought of the small creatures as disposable. While, no, it was not difficult for professionals to retrieve more right out of their lives on earth, it didn’t make the practice any less morbid or underhanded. Anthropology students should be learning how to assist humans in healing and recovering, not tossing them the minute they were no longer “perfect” in their eyes.
“Fair enough,” Dr. Coleman said, stepping back and placing a hand on the door handle of his car. “I won’t keep you from your studies any longer. Have a good night and take care of yourself. Don’t you be pulling all-nighters, understand?”
“I understand,” Logan repeated back as if on instinct. It wouldn’t stop him from doing it, but it was…nice, he supposed, to know that the professor cared.
It wasn’t like he didn’t have friends that wouldn’t check up on him, he did, but it was different when it was someone that was higher status than you were. Held more sway over what happened in the department. Dr. Coleman was the dean of the anthropology department and he had a lot of power.
The professor nodded his head with a grin, before pulling open his car and stepping in.
Logan let out a breath and turned on his heel. Quickening his pace to his own vehicle, he fished in his bag for his keys. He found them after a moment of struggling one-handed and unlocked his car. He slid inside just as Dr. Coleman’s headlights flashed over him and the professor pulled out of the parking lot, disappearing over the hill leading down to the highway.
Letting his head rest back against the seat’s headrest, he finally released the human from the confines of his hand. Using his now freed one, he ran them through his hair before pulling his glasses off.
What was he even doing?
So what if there was a cruel practice going on at the school underneath everyone’s noses? Just because he was privy to it didn’t mean he had to do anything about it. He was just one person. Logan had friends that were very much human rights activists and into studies and politics concerning the creatures, but none of their campaigns had really gotten the traction necessary to make a true difference. It was a difficult field of study to be in when there were people opposing everything you did.
While Logan always made sure his interactions with the creatures were careful and calculated, a part of him wished he could say the same thing for his classmates.
You would think, at a senior level of study, students would be taking it more seriously. Many of them did, but many of them still used this advantage to handle the humans they dealt with rough and carelessly. To which, the creature would get injured and would then be gone by next morning.
The human currently stuck within the confines of his pocket had been one of the unlucky ones. Injured thanks to a student who had been working in the lab outside of class just a few feet away from Logan—who had conducting his own experiments—they’d dropped the human from a dangerous height on accident, causing the little one to cry out.
His classmate had panicked immediately, obviously unsure of what to do or where to go from there. They’d even gone as far as to check over at Logan to gauge if he’d seen anything and snitch. The student had then gathered the human up as if nothing had happened. They’d packed their papers, shoved it all into their backpack and then deposited the human right back into the large glass terrarium in the middle of the lab, just waiting for someone else to find the injured creature in the morning and get rid of it.
Logan didn’t even have any connection to the human currently struggling to right itself in the soft fabric. Hadn’t conducted any studies with it, observed it or anything else of the such. He’d only heard the helpless cry and decided he wasn’t going to let it suffer in its own agony all night.
The move was illogical and he knew that. Yet, he was still risking absolutely everything for this one little human. His future career was banking on the hope he never got found out.
Logan slipped his glasses back on before sliding the keys into the ignition.
“The amount of trouble you could get me in is unbelievable,” he mused after a moment, unsure if he was talking to the human or not. Either way, the only reaction he got for his efforts was more struggling. So, pulling the gear shift out of park, he made his way back home.
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“Oh, would you stop fighting me for five seconds,” the student groused, quickly managing to corral the human between his hands again without fully touching him. “If I wanted to hurt you, don’t you think I would have done that by now? Or perhaps, better yet, just left you back in the lab’s terrarium for someone else to find?”
The human only twitched away from his hands, just as he had been doing for the past fifteen minutes. Logan really didn’t want to have to pin him down to get the fidgety creature to be still, but he was quickly running out of options and patience.
“I don’t want to restrain you,” Logan’s voice finally seemed to get the human’s flickering attention. However, now the human’s eyes were locked solely on him, with an uncanny ability to follow his every miniature movement with unwavering attention. It was, all things considered, slightly disturbing to be watched so intensely with such obvious fright and distrust. “But I will if you force my hand.”
The human’s face contorted in an expression that resembled a sneer, before he tucked his injured wrist closer to his chest.
Logan pulled his hands back to himself, watching quietly as the human flinched further into himself. It was very much obvious the little one was touch shy and Logan really wanted to refrain from handling him as much as possible– lest he frighten the human so bad his little heart stopped altogether. “You must understand that leaving your wrist like that will only do you more harm than good. I can assist you in starting your healing progress.”
The human seemed open enough to the idea and Logan carefully extended his fingertips forward, a blatant show of nonaggression and allowing the creature to come to him in its own time. Giving the human the slightest semblance of control may make this entire interaction even the tiniest bit easier on them both.
Its eyes flickered uneasily from its wrist back to Logan’s outstretched hand. It twisted to look over its shoulders, as if searching out an escape route. It hadn’t worked before and Logan knew trying to escape wouldn’t work again. His reaction time was much faster than the human’s, so it wouldn’t make it very far anyhow.
The human in question turned back to Logan, almost as if waiting for the other shoe to drop. For him to act like any other careless student that was ready to mishandle him. The human’s wrist was thin as it was, but now that it was injured (and Logan speculated, broken), it was even more vulnerable than before. Giving up a vulnerable piece of you was a frightening thing and Logan could hardly imagine looking at it from any other perspective but his own. Though, he could safely assume that he, himself, would not be very fond of this situation either if their positions had happened to be switched.
Truthfully, there would be nothing about the human’s life Logan would enjoy. Depending on whether or not he came straight from the earth’s surface and nicked directly from his own life, or if he had been born into a breeding facility.
In all reality, he understood the hesitance in letting him assist. If the human had been handled as recklessly as Logan theorized he had, coming face to face with someone that wouldn’t mishandle him purposefully would be unknown, suspicious and daunting new territory.
“I’m not going to ask you to trust me,” he said finally, the human’s eyes flickered up to meet his own. Surprise lingered in those colourful eyes. “I know you’re frightened and that’s alright. It may be hard to believe, but I really can help you. Only if you’ll allow me, of course. Though, I do think you and I both know that sleeping on that hurt wrist of yours would be uncomfortable at least.”
The human’s good hand clenched, showing Logan the inner battle the little one was facing.
Wanting to ease a little more of it’s stress, he quietly urged; “I will not hurt you, you have my word.”
A moment passed and the human hesitantly stepped forward, his wrist extended enough for Logan to start bandaging.
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“Why’d you do it?”
The sudden voice very nearly startled Logan out of his thoughts. Virgil had been sitting so quietly next to him, that he’d almost forgotten the human was even there in the first place.
When Logan’s attention fell down to said human, Virgil wasn’t looking at him. He was instead focused intently on his wrist, carefully wrapped in bandages and hanging in a makeshift sling, the best either of them could have done. Logan had almost no experience bandaging such a small subject, so getting it done and in a place where he was satisfied with it was difficult. And Virgil had been working one-handed, so getting the sling to hold properly had been a fight all in itself.
Though, the question was what really nabbed Logan’s attention. “Do what?”
Virgil gave him a look—Logan was getting very familiar with Virgil’s looks and they all usually meant something different—which was a mix between annoyance and genuine confusion, as if Logan really didn’t understand what he meant; which was untrue “Smuggled me out of the lab,” he clarified a moment later, his fingers trailing over the white piece of fabric wrapped around his arm and shoulder again. “You didn’t have to do it, we both know that. I just want to know why you did.”
That was the true question, wasn’t it?
An inquiry that had been on Logan’s mind since that night’s ordeal.
In all honesty, Logan wasn’t entirely sure what had metaphorically possessed him in that particular moment. And while he wanted to be able to give Virgil a straight answer, he didn’t have one.
Logan sat back in his chair, hands resting idly in his lap. The silence was thoughtful, if a bit awkward. As far as they had come in their acquaintanceship (maybe even going as far as saying tentative friendship), there were still pauses that felt tense and heavy. Virgil had certainly come a long way from the first time they had met and Logan was grateful for it, since he was no longer having one-sided conversations.
There were, of course, some topics that Virgil was still too sensitive about to really learn anything, but they were getting there. Logan really hoped that he would eventually get to learn more about what it was like for the human, and be able to go off of that firsthand information to do something. However, until then building his trust was Logan’s priority.
“I don’t exactly have an answer for you,” Logan said after a moment’s pause of brief deliberation. He knew that giving Virgil solid answers was more preferable, since it would ease his anxiety. But this topic was one where Logan, regrettably, didn’t have any solid answers to give.
“Oh.” There was that dejected slump of Virgil’s shoulders, a position Logan was also very familiar with when dealing with him. Disappointment was clear in Virgil’s tone, but he made no move to push for further answers.
Logan felt as though he had let him down somehow. Which was certainly not something he would let stand. He took a long moment, carefully mulling over and debating his next words. “I suppose I did what I did because I couldn’t stand the way they were treating you anymore.” Now that seemed to have drawn Virgil’s attention right back up to him, though he had a brow quirked in question. So, Logan continued. “I know we didn’t have a working relationship prior to my thoughtless, albeit successful, actions. Though, I do feel… better, knowing that you’re safe here.”
Going from whatever kind of relationship they had established here now, Logan couldn’t bear the idea of someone else getting their hands on Virgil. Especially if they meant him any harm. While he could be mean and sharp, there was that anxious and unsure side to him, which proved that a lot of his bark was worse than his bite.
It also did give him peace of mind that Virgil was safe in his care. No more mishandling, no more purposeful injuries and no more testing with stuff that shouldn’t be anywhere near a human.
Virgil’s nose scrunched. “That makes no sense.”
“I suppose it doesn’t,” Logan relented, the ghost of a smile gracing his features. He leaned forwards once more, returning to his laptop to type again. “Though, I’m sure it’s nice for you to know your arm will heal properly.”
Virgil shrugged his good shoulder, leaning back on his hand and looking up toward the student. “Still hurts,” he mused.
Logan hummed. “I’d be surprised if it didn’t.”
The two fell back into a more comfortable quiet. It was broken periodically by soft conversation, but it was mostly filled by the sound of Logan’s keyboard click clacking.
“…thanks,” Virgil eventually said, gently enough that Logan had almost entirely missed it. He paused his typing and his eyes flickered over Virgil’s form, whom of which was tucked comfortably into his hoodie, his eyes looking anywhere other than Logan. “For doing it, I mean. Even though you didn’t have to.”
Logan didn’t force Virgil to meet his eyes, as that would only put unnecessary stress on him. “You’re welcome,” he replied, “I find that your company is quite pleasant.”
While the consequences of his actions were still a very real threat, Logan couldn’t find it in himself to regret his decision.
here’s my g/t secret santa for @mistakes-were-made1 ! i used the shipwrecked prompt, and my mind immediately just went to shipwrecked pirates whoops— i decided to make a small comic of patton, romans and logans first meeting! the rest is to your imagination☺️ @secret-sanders-sized
Ummmm so if you don't wanna do this then thats completely fine buuut since I heard you were taking requests how about g/t analogical (you decide who's smol & tol) and it's a situation where the G has to protect the T and they're super intimidating while doing it and it scares the T even though they know the G would never hurt them. Once again it's completely fine if you don't wanna do it :) thxs for your time!
Notes: Y’know, this took way too long. Super sorry anon. But with getting ready for college and everything else happening, it was difficult to write. But it’s here now! Hope you enjoy
Virgil was nervous enough being out around Logan’s roommate Patton. Virgil hated humans other than Logan if he wanted to be blunt (maybe not Patton, he’s just overbearing but Virgil knows he’s trying). So sitting on a table at a borrower-friendly establishment made this current situation the worst. But looking up at Logan, who was currently chatting with one of his older friends, and seeing the small smile on his face made him realize why he was doing this. To make Logan happy.
Logan very obviously never went out to socialise with other humans. He always holed himself in his home refusing to interact with other humans, constantly telling himself that others didn’t even want to talk with someone like him, someone who couldn’t understand most social cues from others. He instead would work for hours on end in his home.
Virgil realized early on that borrowing from a human with a lifestyle like that was much less than ideal to stay with and borrow from. But he had arrived in the house just in time to miss a raging blizzard outside, so he obviously wasn’t going to just leave. He’d rather take the risk and have a better chance at surviving than freeze to death. And he didn’t regret (now, then was a different story) letting Logan find him curled up on the counter, clearly freezing. While Logan originally saw an interesting species, he later found a best friend.
Back to the situation at hand though, some people were beginning to get too close to the table they were at. The anxious borrower looked towards Logan, but he was still talking with his friend. Virgil didn’t want to disrupt him with his own discomfort, so he just went back to nervously staring at all the other people around.
“Well, would you look at that. A borrower that’s completely unattended to.” Virgil froze and whipped his head towards the voice. The man who the voice belonged to stood almost directly above him. Virgil pulled in to himself a bit at the look on the man’s face, it was just a touch too smug, a touch too cruel, for the borrower to find any form of comfort in the look.
“Uh, actually I’m with-”
“No-one. You’re with no-one,” The man interrupted Virgil. “Well, I guess you’re with me now aren’t ya, pipsqueak?” The man suddenly reached for Virgil and quickly wrapped his hand around Virgil’s small form. He began squirming instantly at the foreign touch, finding it much too tight for his likings.
His breath quickly began to come in shallow spurts, the grip of the hand and of his growing anxiety becoming too much for him to handle. He squeezed his eyes shut as he tried to free himself from the human’s grasp. He tried calling to Logan but all that came out was a small gasp for air.
Spots began forming in his vision as he slowed down his struggles, already tired out from struggling. He vaguely heard the man above him say something sort of condescending, but he quickly tuned out that voice. His anxiety wouldn’t let him think. There was nothing familiar about any of this-
“Excuse me, I need you to put my friend down.” A stern, cold voice broke Virgil out of his spiral. He cracked his eyes open to meekly look over at Logan, the smile of relief beginning on his face. He froze at the look on Logan’s face though.
Logan looked pissed. He barely ever showed emotion, only faintly when it was just the two of them at the house. But this anger Logan was displaying was absolutely terrifying to the borrower. Logan was obviously flushed with anger, but the monotonous tone in his voice made the whole situation even scarier. He had to close his eyes again and assure himself that it wasn’t him Logan was mad at.
Though it did send a jolt of smug satisfaction through his body when he felt the man holding him loosen his grip and take a tentative step back. Virgil wasn’t the only one scared of how Logan looked right now. He just had to hope the man didn’t decide to take off with him in tow.
Logan continued to level the man with a piercing stare, the lack of visible emotion becoming much too uncomfortable for the man. Virgil shuddered in disgust when he realized the hand that held him was beginning to get clammy. Gross.
Silently, Logan held a hand out and curled in his fingers quickly. The man took the hint and quickly deposited Virgil into Logan’s awaiting hands, which promptly pulled in to press against his chest, a much more welcome hold to Virgil. Virgil quickly burrowed into Logan’s shirt, tuning out the man’s stuttering apology.
“Can it. You’re going to leave. And if I catch you here again, you will regret it,” Logan coldly replied, cutting off whatever excuse the man was making. Footsteps could be faintly heard running away.
“Are you alright, Virgil?” Logan’s tone became much warmer and endearing, and familiar, as he addressed the borrower not once pulling him away from his chest, keeping him hidden from the world.
Virgil burrowed into the shirt more in response, too shaken up to reply. He heard a vague humming before Logan began to move.
“Deepest apologies, Roman, but I need to-”
“Don’t you dare apologize, Specs! Go get him home, I understand.”
Quickly after that the noise disappeared leaving only the slight wind never touching the borrower on the short trek home. Soon, he heard Logan shift and open the door to the house and before he knew it, they were in the familiar kitchen and Logan lowered himself onto a chair.
He pulled Virgil away from his chest, only far enough to actually see the emo.
“You. You weren’t mad at me… right?”
Logan’s eyes widened as he looked down at the borrower, astounded that he would ever think that. He could understand he was rather, scary when he was mad. But he was amazed to think Virgil thought that would ever be directed at him.
Warnings: Implied abuse (tell me if I missed anything!)
Words: 960
Summary: In proving Virgil wrong, Logan ends up in another universe. In Patton's universe to be precise. So how does Logan get home, and why is he a giant here?
“For the last time, Virgil, magic is not real. So will you PLEASE give me back my amethyst?” Logan said, grabbing desperately above his head.
"If magic is real, then what are you gonna lose? Other than your mind at this rate." Virgil smirked, holding the amethyst even higher.
"Virgil, I swear to-" Logan muttered.
"Sorry, I can't hear you from way up here!" Virgil laughed. While he laughed, he missed the glint in Logan's eyes.
"Alright, fine." Logan turned on his heel and headed for the door. He counted the seconds carefully and then turned and jumped at Virgil. Virgil had let his guard down just enough for Logan to be able to reach and pull the amethyst out of his grasp. Logan landed with a stump behind Virgil. "Finally. Come on, Virge, we got school tomorrow and you are already quite behind on sleep." Logan stood and gently brushed off his amethyst. He looked up to see Virgil staring at the ground beneath him in shock.
"Virgil, we do not have all night to stall, you-" Logan stopped mid-sentence. The floor had begun to glow a dark blue under Logan's feet, swirling around on the floor like fish in the water. He had to admit, it was fascinating. He leaned down and touched one of the blue things. Suddenly, they all hurtled to his hand, then vanished. Or it looked as though they vanished. When Logan turned his palm to be able to see it, he found the blue things on his skin. His fascination turned to fear as he felt dizzier by the moment.
"Virgil, I'm not feellinn.." Logan's words slurred together like a drunk man's. His legs began to wobble underneath his weight. Through his blurry field of vision, he barely saw Virgil lunge for him as he collapsed on the floor, unconscious.
Patton sat on his bed and stared blankly out the window. He could still hear the smashing noises from the living room downstairs. He winced at the profanities and focused harder on the fields and the serene atmosphere of the night. He vaguely remembered the old radio saying something about the moon tonight, but to him, it looked the same as always. Maybe the tears threatening to fall were just warping his eyesight.
After a minute in silence, Patton started. He realized that, unlike most nights, he couldn't hear the chirp of crickets or the sounds of life that he had grown accustomed to. He looked carefully to find a source, but nothing obvious showed itself. Patton hesitated and bit his lip. He knew that going out alone into the countryside at night was practically a death sentence by itself, but to investigate something strange? He had seen a horror movie, and it said that was bad news. But the area was his home away from home (if he could consider this house anything close to resembling home) and he did love the wildlife. After another cuss was shouted from downstairs, Patton made up his mind. He quietly opened his window and began to climb towards the ground.
At first, Patton didn't know where to go. He probably didn't have all night, and he did want to actually find something. He scanned the horizon. Something was wrong. This was not the hills' outline he had painted a million times. He couldn't pinpoint it, but it just seemed off. Good a place as any to start, he thought to himself.
The sun had set completely now, and the forest he trekked through had settled into darkness. But his eyes adjust quickly and he's walked the woods a million times. He let his instincts take over and before he knew it, he found himself at his creek. He felt the quiet burbling of the creek call him to stay awhile. He hadn't found anything yet, so it couldn't hurt, he reasoned. As he sat down, a squirrel ran out of the underbrush and bolted to his side.
"Hi there, bud," Patton whispered. The squirrel was still nervous around him, which was to be expected. He only met the squirrel a few days ago. But today, he seemed more on edge than usual. The squirrel squeaked and walked a few steps away from Patton, then turned back to watch him. "Do you want me to follow you?" Patton pulled himself back to his feet. The squirrel continued forward, leading Patton to a place he usually didn't go. Mostly because it was the animals'. He knew many made their homes there and he didn't want to intrude. At night, though, it seemed more foreboding than homely. The squirrel led Patton to a place he had never seen before. A clearing with a small hill in the middle. The moon made the hill glow an eerie blue, making it look unnatural, out of place in the green forest. Patton went towards it, noticing the squirrel would not come any closer. After a moment's hesitation, he touched the hill. He pulled his hand away when he felt the familiar texture of fabric.
"Fabric? On a hill in the middle of the forest?" Patton muttered. He turned back to face the squirrel. "Is this what you wanted me to see?" Patton didn't really expect any sort of answer from it, of course. He certainly didn't anticipate the squirrel running away, full speed. He sighed and turned back to the mystery at hand. But the hill was taller now. Patton followed it up and up to where it blocked the moon and saw a pair of gleaming glasses half his size sitting on the hill. Or no, not a hill. Hills didn't move and wear glasses. Patton found himself staring into the eyes of a giant man.
