#logan with fangs

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Logan with big fangs.

And Remus dying of gayness everytime Logan smiles and laughs because he catches a glint of the fangs! And Logan know exactly what it does to Remus, so one day, he fucking growls to see how Remus reacts

And Remus just fucking dies

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my cool boi logan + fangs

more natural version under the cut,,, still with his sharp teeth tho ;)

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Fangs - Sanders Sides Ficlet - Part 3

Summary: Logan gets turned into a vampire and must find a way to hide it from his roommates.

Pairings: Logince, platonic LAMP

Word count: 1687

Warnings: mentions of blood

Note: For now, this is the last part. I might one day write more in this AU, so if you'd like to be tagged in those lmk. Also, if you have any ideas for vampire!Logan, shoot me an ask and I'll try to write them :)

Part 1 Part 2

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It wasn’t that hard for Logan to hide being a vampire. He didn’t have any friends (apart from his roommates) who would question it, and he barely ever left his room anyway. The only change he had to make was start taking online classes rather than going to lectures during the day.

When Patton and Virgil questioned him about it, he explained it never fit his lifestyle. Which was true, he was more of a night owl and because of that he usually slept two hours a night. Now, he was finally getting more than enough sleep. He also worked faster in online classes, which meant more free time to do whatever else he wanted to. There wasn’t much he could do as a vampire other than reading and learning, but that was enough for him.

He also noticed indirect sunlight doesn’t harm him. He was safe as long as he stayed in the shadows or it was a cloudy day. Though he didn’t want to risk it yet.

Logan tried to find new ways to get blood, because most of his “hunts” resulted in having killing dozens of rats. They did not taste good, nor did he have the patience for that. He hated drinking blood too. It reminded him of the night when he kissed Roman.

That night was eternally engraved into his mind. Every time he closed his eyes he remembered Ro’s heat, the sweet taste of his mouth, the weird feeling in his stomach, nearly attacking him with his fangs. It was unbearable and had caused a strain in their relationship. Nowadays, they barely talked. Roman stopped with his teasing of Logan and stopped talking to him overall. They tried not to be in the same room at the same time, which worked out well, because Roman was the definition of a morning bird.

All that would have been good, if Logan didn’t feel something for Roman. Something more than before. And it was gone.

Thus, somehow for three and a half months, Logan managed to hide the fact that he was a vampire. Until Virgil.

He could feel it as soon as Virge entered the apartment. The itching and discomfort and the constant feeling of wanting to run away was present whenever Virgil was around with his new accessory: a cross.

He said it was fashion, when Roman started teasing him about it. He said that it wasn’t his fault that Roman didn’t understand it.

Logan understood why Virgil wore it. It looked edgy, it fit his style. If Logan wasn’t extremely uncomfortable because of it, he would have complemented him. But it was unbearable for him to be near the cross, oftentimes even painful.

Logan started spending more time away from the apartment. When he could go out, he went on long walks. He tried his best to eat when Virgil didn’t and spent as much time as he could in his room. Even so, the feeling didn’t go away. Soon enough, Logan got used to it. Sometimes, he forgot the cross was even there. That’s what led to an incident. One that exposed his true self.

It was December and because it was December, the sun set very early. Logan begun to like the winter. He could spend more time doing whatever he wanted and not being cooped up in his dark room.

His roommates were all away and he wanted to get out of his (bat)cave for a while. He grabbed a book off the shelf and laid on the couch. His eyes adjusted to the dim light and he started reading. Soon, the sound of the street outside and the constancy of the words on the page lulled him to sleep.

When Virgil got back, Patton and Roman were already home. He quickly greeted them and walked into the living room to look for his phone. He couldn’t find it in the morning and he remembered it probably fell into the couch. It was quite a distressing situation, as he knew a couple of job interviewers might call him back.

He saw Logan sleeping on the couch, but didn’t take that as an obstacle. He bent down above Logan and reached his hand into the back of the couch but jumped back, nearly falling into the coffee table as Logan let of the loudest, most non-human screech. He sat up on the couch and looked at Virgil in fright, hiding his hand.

Both Patton and Roman dashed into the room. They stared at the scene in silence.

“What the heck was that all about?” Virgil shouted at Logan, who cowered back in fear.

“N- nothing.” He whispered.

“You just screamed as if someone was violently murdering you and you call that NOTHING?” Virgil’s eyes lit up with fear and rage.

“Kiddo, what happened?” This time it was Patton.

Roman didn’t say anything. Logan heard his fast, but steady pulse.

Patton walked up to the couch and saw Logan clutching onto his wrist. He sat down next to him.

“Show me your hand,” he said gently. Logan looked at the other two, fear in his eyes. He debated whether he should try running for the door.

“I can’t.” Logan shook his head.

“That wasn’t a question.” Virgil commanded.

Logan sighed in defeat. This is it then, this is how it all ends. Goodbye, apartment. Goodbye, only friends. Goodbye, life. Goodbye, normality. He slowly stretched out his wrist towards Patton.

Only then did he see how bad it was. Patton gasped. Half of Logan’s wrist was burned - red - in the shape of Virgil’s cross.

“Logan… What happened?” Patton asked in the sweetest, most gentle voice possible.

Logan could take it anymore. He did something he didn’t know vampires, or he himself, could do; started crying. He tried to stop it, but the tears kept coming. He felt more vulnerable than on his first day as a vampire, or ever in his life.

He heard Virgil and Roman sit on the sofas.

This time Virgil spoke, but his voice wasn’t sharp anymore. It was soothing. “Logan, what’s wrong?”

“You don’t want to know.” Logan said through tears. “Because when I tell you, you will hate me.”

Roman laughed but then stopped, silenced by Virgil’s look of disapproval.

“We will never hate you, no matter what you tell us.” Patton said. “We’re friends, aren’t we?”

Logan looked at Virgil and Roman.

“Patton’s saying the truth.” Virgil smiled at him.

Roman looked away, uncomfortable. “Patton’s right. We could never hate you. I could never hate you. I don’t know how you could think I’d hate you after-” Roman didn’t finish.

The three looked at Logan.

“I’m- I’m not- I’m not human.” Logan spit out.

“Well, duh, we always knew you were a robot.” Roman said.

“Not a time for jokes, Princey.” Virge looked at him disapprovingly.

“Sorry.” Roman whispered.

“What do you mean by that, Logan?” Patton asked.

“I’m not human- at least not entirely human, because- because- because I’m a v-” he cleared his throat. “I’m… a… vampire.”

At first, they all stared at him. Then, Roman started laughing.

“Wait, for real?” Virgil asked.

Logan nodded.

“Does that mean you have fangs and drink the blood of innocent virgins?” Roman joked.

“Yes and no. I certainly do not drink human blood, although I’ve heard it tastes better than animal blood.” Logan replied seriously.

“Alright, drop the act, Lo.” Virgil said,

“I’m being completely serious, Virgil.” Logan raised his eyebrows in confusion.

“I believe you, Logan.” Patton smiled.

Virgil frowned. “But how on earth did you become a vampire?”

Logan sighed and told them everything from the beginning.

***

It took Logan a few hours to explain everything from when he was Turned to how it works. When he was finally done, it was well after midnight. Virgil promised to throw away the cross. He said he didn’t even like it that much. The three went to their rooms to try to think through everything they heard that day.

Logan returned to his room too. He sat on his bed and looked out at the city during the night. It had become familiar in the few months. He wasn’t scared of the nighttime anymore. He wasn’t even fascinated by it. It brought him comfort. It was something he looked forward to.

He remembered a time when he was scared of the dark, back when he was very young and still believed in monsters. Now, the darkness stopped being something to be scared of. It became a friend.

A light knock on the door shook him out of his thoughts.

“Come in,” he called as quietly as possible. It was Roman. This time he was wearing a T-shirt and a sheepish smile.

“Hello, Roman. What brings you here?” Logan asked.

“I just, um, wanted to apologise,” Roman mumbled.

Logan patted the place next to him. “Come, sit.”

Roman sat down, but didn’t look over at Logan. “I just wanted to say I’m sorry for being so horrible to you since that night. If I’d known you were a-”

“Thank you for apologising, but there’s nothing to apologise for. There was a misunderstanding. It happens.” Logan took his hand, but Roman jerked it back.

“I guess I wanted to say something too. I wanted to tell you that that night was the best night since I became a vampire. Maybe even the best night ever. I hope you know that I was only scared I might bite you.” Logan explained. “I have no clue what I feel, but I know that it felt right and it felt amazing and-”

“You don’t have to explain.” Roman took Logan’s hand into his.

And they were kissing again and Logan felt Roman’s warmth. He tasted like peppermint and strawberries and smelled like lemons and flowery cologne.

“-wait.” Logan stopped, looking at Ro. “What if my fangs show up again? What if I want to bite you again?”

“Then we’ll stop” he smiled. “But for now,” he pulled him back into a kiss, “don’t worry.”

The familiar smell and taste and heat enveloped him again. Everything was okay.

For now.

***

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Has Logan with fangs become a thing now? Can it become a thing? I’m obsessed