Order up! Written by @thecrowslullaby for an anoymous requestor.
Hot chocolate (Parental AU) with Coconut milk (Crack taken seriously), Olive oil (Crack) Featuring: Loganberry (Logan), Kiwi (Remus), Give them anyone as their kiddo(s) :D. Maybe they're just trying to be parents?. Loving Intrulogical, please <3
Please include: Thoroughly undecided, barista's pick Loving all the drinks from this event! <3 You writers are amazing!! !!!
Allergies: No major character death or abusive Sides, please
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Sanders Sides (Web Series)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Dark Creativity | Remus "The Duke" Sanders/Logic | Logan Sanders, Dark Creativity | Remus "The Duke" Sanders & Deceit | Janus Sanders & Logic | Logan Sanders
Characters: Deceit | Janus Sanders, Dark Creativity | Remus "The Duke" Sanders, Logic | Logan Sanders
Additional Tags: Underage Drinking, Implied/Referenced Underage Drinking, Alternate Universe - Human
Summary:
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Would you mind if I request some more of the Logince family with baby Patton and older brother Virgil? Who did they adopt first? What was the meeting between Virgil and Patton like? Did they like each other right away or no?
For Anon
I split this into two chapters.
Words: 2,051
Warnings: Anxiety, Jealousy, Insecurity
Characters: Virgil, Logan, Roman
Ships: Logince
Universe: Kid!Patton & Teen!Virgil Adopted by Logince
Genre: Family
Some part of Virgil registered that his dads had already started the adoption process. That they wanted him there and that they loved him. That it had been two years with them now and they had no plans of letting him go. But there was a very loud voice saying that he would be replaced by another kid. That the other kid would fit better and be better and they’d change their minds or ignore him. And he’d go back to scraps and struggling alone because there was no one to help him when things too overwhelming.
Virgil knew it didn’t make sense. His dads would never do that to him. They even asked Virgil if he’d be okay if they could foster another younger child. Virgil agreed to it. Papa had said that taking Virgil in had made them so happy they wanted to spread the love. Dad was clear that them wanting another kid didn’t mean that they would love or support Virgil any less. And Virgil honestly felt secure in that moment. Papa wrapped him up in an enormous hug when he agreed and they went out to Virgil’s favourite pizza place to celebrate. It was a nice day. He’d had lots of nice days since he got to the Sanders.
But now that the day where a new kid would come was here, he couldn’t help but hate the new kid. He’d never even met him. Dad said his name was Patton, and he was six. He was shy and his communication was a little stunted. And that all sounded well and good. Until Virgil’s stupid fear of abandonment issues started acting up.
Virgil fiddled with his hoodie strings while he sat alone in his bedroom, balled up against the wall on his bed. He knew he was being stupid. He was completely aware. Why couldn’t he stop? He didn’t even know this kid, and he hated him from an irrational fear. It wouldn’t even bet this kid’s fault if he got abandoned, it would be his parents. It made even less sense the more he thought about it. But he also couldn’t stop hating him. Virgil yanked on either side of the string and stared down at his lap blankly. His parents want this. Why can’t he be happy for them? Why can’t he be happy for the new kid? Virgil groaned in frustration and dropped his head to his knees.
“Virgil?” Logan said, peeking into Virgil’s bedroom. Virgil glanced up and gave Logan a weak wave in acknowledgment. “I had a feeling,” Logan said, opening the door and coming into the bedroom.
“A feeling, huh?” Virgil laughed grimly and wrapped his arms around his legs.
“I’ve learned a lot from you, Virgil. Do you mind if I join you?” Logan asked, stopping a foot or so from the bed. Virgil shook his head and Logan climbed up on to the bed and sat next to Virgil. He paused for a moment of consideration and wrapped his arm around Virgil’s shoulders and pulled him closer. Virgil exhaled and leaned against Logan.
“Why do I have to be like this?” Virgil asked quietly.
“I’m afraid I’m missing some important context. Would you like to elucidate me?” Logan asked, rubbing Virgil’s shoulder a little.
“Not really,” Virgil muttered. He didn’t want his dad to be mad at him.
“Well then, I suppose the argument is nature versus nurture in a more broad sense. Is it your genetics or your experiences who make you who you are today? Is anything really you and your choices and wants or is everything considered ‘you’ determined by chemical reactions in your body?” Logan mused and leaned against Virgil.
“That’s… weirdly philosophical of you. And a little terrifying,” Virgil looked up to Logan in confusion.
“Finding out what motivates us is important to the progress of ourselves. We can’t be more if we can’t find out what makes us want more,” Logan explained, sounding fascinated.
“What makes us want more?” Virgil was even more confused now. “What do you mean?”
“There are two types of motivation. And motivation is what keeps us moving forward. One kind is intrinsic motivation, which comes within. The other is extrinsic motivation. That’s external motivation. External motivation is important, of course. This is things like validation from peers and rewards in the real world. But intrinsic motivation is the things done for the sake of the satisfaction of the activity, even when there’s no reward to be found,” Logan continued on. But Virgil still felt a little lost.
“What does that have to do with why I’m like this?” Virgil asked, furrowing his eyebrows and looking to Logan at an angle.
“I don’t know exactly what you’re talking about. I just know what motivation is an important part of being who you want to be instead of what nature or nurture has already provided for you. Why you could be one way or another. You don’t sound satisfied with where you are, so we should find what motivates you to help you change. Roman, for example, has lots of talent, but he’s very insecure. These two things conflict for him. But when people cheer for him or he receives accolades, he finds happiness and satisfaction despite the internal conflict,” Logan motioned to the door, perhaps towards where he last saw Roman.
“Okay,” Virgil nodded. He felt like he was following now.
“And consider me. I find happiness when I complete things of my own merit. I like proving to myself that I’m capable, and I don’t mind if nobody cheers for me as long as people respect me and take me seriously. I can get insecure when people do not take me seriously, but I can still find happiness in my own tasks without interaction,” Logan said.
“So you guys are like the two kinds of motivations?” Virgil said.
“That’s correct. So which kind makes more sense for you?” Logan asked gently.
“I don’t like it when I’m the center of attention. But I also don’t like it when no one recognizes when I’ve worked hard. I don’t think either make sense for me,” Virgil admitted quietly. “So I’m like this because I’m unmotivated?”
“No, I don’t think so. Not everybody is one way or the other. Plenty of people need a combination of both. When I’ve worked particularly hard, I like my work to be acknowledged by others, too. And when Papa practices and rehearses, he does that alone and is motivated by his own drive to be the best he can be. Maybe you’re more balanced between the two. So what makes you feel good?” Logan asked, giving Virgil a small squeeze with his arm.
“I don’t know. When people like me, I guess. I like feeling included and stuff. Music makes me feel good. I dunno if that’s a motivator, though,” Virgil admitted softly.
“It can be if you’re interested in it. Music could be intrinsically motivating for you. If you are feeling dissatisfied, we can consider a musical pursuit, but I don’t understand the root of the problem. I would like it if you didn’t exclude details so I could assist you better,” Logan said, sounding somewhere between concerned and perturbed.
“I can’t say it. I’m sorry,” Virgil muttered. “Thanks for caring, though,” Virgil added, feeling a little less sour. He pressed into Logan and reached up to squeeze his arm briefly.
“I’ll always care for you, Virgil,” Logan said softly. “Both of us will always be there for you,” Logan rubbed Virgil’s shoulder again. And hearing him say that helped much more than Virgil wanted to say out loud. Part of him still hated the competition and the unknowns. But even the day they were expecting Patton to come, Logan took time out to talk to Virgil and reassure him even when he didn’t know what was wrong.
“Hello, gentleman!” Roman popped his head in. “Are you alright, my little stormy sky?” Roman stepped in and sat on the edge of the bed.
“Yeah, I’ll be all right. My head’s just in a weird place,” Virgil looked up to Roman and gave him a weak smile.
“Being in a weird place helps you know when you’re in the right one, sometimes, as strange as it sounds,” Roman smiled. “We’re here for you, though, every weird place, nice place, and bad one. If you tell me what you want and I will move heaven and earth to find it for you,” Roman put his hand to his chest and raised his other one dramatically.
“Papa,” Virgil groaned and rolled his eyes.
“Virgil said he is interested in music,” Logan sat up a little and looked to Roman with a sly smile.
“Music? My boy? Really?” Roman beamed and looked like he was glowing with excitement.
“Papa,” Virgil groaned harder. “I’m just interested, okay, I like it,” Virgil tapped on his legs.
“Well what part of music are you interested in? Singing? Playing an instrument? Music production?” Roman asked brightly, deeply invested, leaning toward Virgil with a bright smile.
“I don’t know!” Virgil leaned back against the wall.
“How about you do some research and come back to us with something that sounds intriguing to try?” Logan asked.
“Oh, that’s boring, let’s go to a music store and you can play with all the instruments and tools and see what feels right for you,” Roman objected with a little pout towards Logan.
“Guys,” Virgil groaned. But he liked it a bit, if he was honest with himself. It was all reassuring. But Virgil wouldn’t really know for sure how they’d treat him until it happened.
“I’ve never heard you sing, Virgil. Maybe you can practice with me sometime?” Roman offered. “I can teach you the basics,”
“If I wanted to later, would the offer still be open? I don’t know if I want to, but…” Virgil trailed off.
“Anytime, sunshine, all I need is a sign,” Roman sang with his arm in the air.
“Fine,” Virgil chuckled. If the offer really stayed open, then Virgil could maybe shut his head up about it.
“A poet in the making!” Roman declared dramatically. Logan chuckled and rolled his eyes.
“How about we reconvene in the living room and do something more active help put you in a better head-space, Virgil?” Logan offered. “It will not help any to be alone with your thoughts no matter what you are going through,” He added in that helpful way he did that always just skirted annoying. But it sounded nice.
“Can we play spoons?” Virgil asked, looking up to Logan.
“I will get the finest deck of cards!” Roman declared, standing up.
“Roman, we have two decks of cards,” Logan huffed, flipping his hand free hand flippantly.
“I will get the one with the gold foil and make fruit punch mocktails so we can feel fancy!” Logan adjusted his statement.
“I have some solid gold coins in plastic containers we could use as the proverbial ‘spoons’ if you wanted to feel extravagant,” Logan said, rubbing his chin.
“What? That would be so cool!” Virgil shot, unable to contain his excitement at the prospect. He’d never seen a real gold coin and wanted to play with it. It would be much more fun than spoons. Like being a thief in the night as he sneaked a real gold coin under their noses.
“Can you both promise to be careful with them and not drop them? It’s important they stay in their casings or they will lose value,” Logan asked, holding up a finger.
“Yes, dad,” Virgil and Roman both intoned, then looked at each other and laughed. Logan rolled his eyes and gave Virgil a last squeeze before getting up off the bed. Virgil watched them head into the living room and tried to gather himself. Okay. He was starting to feel better. Kicking their asses at spoons would probably help, too. So maybe he didn’t really know what motivated him so he could be less insecure and worry less about being abandoned again, but it sounded like they wanted to help him find that what did, even if Virgil couldn’t admit what was really bothering him. Logan was always telling him he had to try before deciding he hated something. So Virgil could try.
So I have a Parent!Locality and a Child!Roman and Child!Virgil headcanon!
I imagine that Patton is great at the parenting gig, he knows how to make veggies taste good and can have a conversation about their day at school and is kind and supportive and an all around good dad. But so is Logan. Like Virgil starts to panic that he needs to do all kinds of things for his friends or they won't want to play with him any more. And Logan just nods at Patton and leads Virgil over someplace quiet like his room or Logan's and sits with him on the bed, probably holding his hands because I always imagined Virgil as a hair toucher when he's upset. And just telling him things like;
"If they only want to be your friend because you do things for them, they were never people worth you."
Or "Your worth is just as important as theirs."
Just things that calm him down and make him feel better. And when Roman has trouble finding his creative streak and feels worthless because he's lost an idea for a play, Logan reads with him and watches kids shows even though he doesn't like them because it helps his son and that's so much more important! And when there's a big storm Logan and Patton each carry one of their boys to their room and they all sleep in the same bed. Logan closest to Virgil, looking over his sleeping sons to his husband, smiling and loving that he has them. Sorry for the long post.
