Place Of Sanders Fanfic

The last chapter. I’ll be writing another story soon, and I might combine all of the chapters of this and make it into a single post. We’ll see.

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His heart was pounding. His mind was racing. Another man. In his changing room. Patton slowly opened the door all the way and the man smirked, looking at Patton dangerously. “Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” Patton flinched as the man slapped him. He fell to the ground, crying. This... wasn’t normal. He felt spit land on his cheek as the sound of heavy boots echoed through the halls. “Man, don’t do drag. You don’t want to look like a sissy.”

Patton’s fists curled up into balls as he heard that. He stood up, fire burning in his eyes. He grabbed the man by his hair and started punching him. One punch after another until he was down for the count. Patton wiped his face of the spit, and flung it at him. “Don’t loose a fight with a drag queen, hon. It makes you look like a sissy.”

Logan heard the oven beep as he finished setting the table up. Cooking seemed to relax him, plus it was tonight of all nights, so he had made as much food as possible. Just a small abnormality in the system could ruin it. This had to be perfect. As he set the final dish on the counter, he heard the door open. As he felt the ring in his pocket he felt shreds of anxiety moving through him. Just... breathe, Logan.

He walked towards the door to see Pat... crying? “Patton, what’s wrong? Why are you crying? Is something wrong?” He looked up with his tearful eyes and just bawled. Logan shushed him and rocked him in his arms. It was gonna be okay. As he carried Patton to the bathroom, he heard the man, ragged and tired, try to say something. “ I-I’ll be okay Lo,” he shaked as he shut his eyes. Logan put the water on, throwing some bubble bath in the tub too. He gently stripped Patton and lowered him into the water. What he didn’t notice before was the giant handprint-shaped bruise on his face.

Logan was furious but he continued to take care of Patton. Gently drying him off, he carried him to their bedroom, clothed in his softest puppy pajamas, and laid him down on the bed. Well... this wasn’t ideal... but.... “Patton? Are you awake, darling?”

He rose his head up, face clear from tears but eyes still full of them. He could see Logan, beautiful Logan, with a box. And the box had... a ring in it?

“Darling, I know it’s been a bad day for you but I need to ask you. Ever since we started dating, I’ve been dreaming of this beautifully romantic proposal, but tonight was the night I was planning it. I know your emotions are ragged right now, and you can reject if you are not ready, but I would love to ask you to be mine... forever.”

I’m so sorry I haven’t updated in a while! Here’s the second to last chapter. I hope you enjoy.

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# DAS Ch 4

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He smiled, walking into the bar again. This habit was so comforting to him, his job and his friends. Patton looked around, seeing a decent turnout at Remy’s show. He wouldn’t wanna interrupt now. He walked up to Roman, stilettos clicking loudly on the ground. Roman, or should he say Her Majesty, his drag name, was completely dressed, flirting with Virgil on the phone. He always made Pat happy.

Roman turned round, smiling at him. “What’s up Heartache? How’s the show gonna look tonight?” Patton chuckled, showing him the plan he had written up. “Already planned up, Majesty! This one is gonna be fabulous.”

Logan typed away on the keyboard. He was... worried. He was talking to Virgil, trying to plan out the proposal. “He won’t care how it’s done, Lo. You’ve been together for what, 5 years? I’m sure he’ll accept.” He just kept looking at the message. True, they had known each other nearly their whole lives, but he still had cause to be nervous. Fine. He was going to do it tonight. He had to.

Fluffyness. Plus a bit of sexual tension but it’s very little and yeah. Also love yourself today. PSA.

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Patton’s eyes glazed over as he tried to sleep, but it just wasn’t working. He sat up, eyes full of drunken light. He stumbled to the office, where Logan was busy talking to Virgil. He threw his arms around him and scream-yelled “HI SWEETPEA!” Logan jumped, looking around to see his Patton. “Hi Pat,” came a distant reply from Virgil’s end, “Roman says hi too even though he’s your honeybee.” Patton chuckled.

“Logannnn, I’m bored. Let’s go have funnn.” Patton drunkenly slurred. Logan blushed, shaking off as he shook his head. Dragging Patton to their bed, he softly kissed him on the head... and tried to tuck him in. Patton, of course, protested this. “Logieeeee, lemme play a game with youuu.” Sighing Logan finally gave in. “Fine, we’ll play Lovers in a Dangerous Spacetime for a little while, okay?” Patton beamed.

Eventually, the drunk Patton wore off. And drunk Patton is always lead by focused Patton, oddly. As they continued the game, he stuck his tongue out and looked more adorable than ever. Logan kept on getting distracted by this fact and kept on messing up, but it was okay.

This one doesn’t have a lot of action but it’s important. The next one will come out tomorrow!

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Patton smiled, feeling the grip in his chest pull him towards Logan. He seemed... nervous, for some reason. Patton brushed it off, just Logan being himself. He opened the car’s door and stepped in. Hopefully this night would go well. No, it will go well. Yeah.

Logan swallowed nervously. The man who he was so deeply in love with was looking as beautiful as ever, with his bright red, kissable lips. But what if he said he wasn’t ready? What if he said no? His thoughts churned as they pulled into the restaurant’s parking lot.

They held hands tightly, one out of love and the other out of nervousness. Logan fiddled with the box in his pocket, while Patton simply smiled. As they entered the restaurant, the looks were coming. It’s not like they weren’t used to it, but it was still... stressful. They gripped hands even tighter. Luckily, the waiter seemed nice enough and led them to a corner table.

This is the new series I’m going to be starting! This is so exciting, so don’t be suprised if I post another chapter tomorrow. Anyways, hope you enjoy. Sorry that all the chapters will be short, but that means there will be a ton of them at least! I’ll make a masterpist of them after it’s done.

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Logan sighed, sweetly smiling at his boyfriend, risquély dancing on the floor for everyone in the crowd. It was normal, to attend one of Patton’s shows each week. Honestly, it wasn’t bad. Patton didn’t look bad, that’s for sure. Dressed up in makeup and a fabulous dress, he was glimmering. Hopefully that man would be his fiancé soon.

I like this one a lot. No trigger warnings either, just pure fluffles.

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I would recommend listening to When the Day Met the Night by P!ATD while reading this.

He snuggled close, head going into Roman’s shoulder. Cuddling after anxiety attacks... it was the only thing that did calm him down anymore. The smell of roses and chocolates, but steel and wine, and the feel of silk and rough cloth beneath his fingers, did wonders for his nerves. Roman’s heartbeat thudded under his hands, making his face redden. He would never get used to it.

Roman felt his storm cloud snuggle into him. Cuddles after Virgil’s anxiety attacks seemed to calm him down rapidly. The smell of licorice and rain, but of cologne and blood, always comforted him, made him feel whole. Times like this, with Virgil’s soft hoodie and thin skinny jeans pressed up against him, were the times he looked forward to after a long adventure. Virgil was what he looked for after a long adventure.

I literally wrote this in 15 minutes. Hope you enjoy.

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(Listen to this while reading)

Patton crossed the room, sighing as he took of his bag. It was a stressful day, full of homework and stupid people again. Oh well, normal college day, he guesses. He looked around, deciding not to get food and just flop down on the couch. He heard footsteps on the stairs, and looked up. Logan. Beautiful Logan. Logan walked up to him, stroking his hair. “Bad day at school, huh?” Patton groaned loudly, sagging himself deeper into the couch. “Don’t you have homework to do, my love?” Logan was smirking, Patton was sure. “But I don’t wannaaaa-.” Patton’s voice was muffled by the couch until Logan picked him up, bridal style, Patton blushing heavily. “ To do that homework you’re going to need some sleep, right? Let’s go to bed.” Smiling into Logie’s chest, he sighed into his arms. Being with him was more relaxing than anything else. It felt amazing to be around him... always. It made him feel better than puppies, kittens, and rainbows combined.

Simple. Just LAMP. Lots of fluff insuses. If you wanna be added to a taglist feel free to ask.

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After finishing a video with Thomas, the sides were exhausted. After the longer than usual video, it wouldn't be hard to faint immediately after returning to the mind palace. And that is exactly what Anxiety did.

As the others popped up they all noticed the sleeping trait. Roman, being the closest to the emo nightmare, picked him up, bridal style, and brought him to the couch. Logan went to Virgil's room, grabbing his cat plush and a few blankets. Patton started getting supper prepared, no matter how much he wanted to cuddle with the others. Leaving Virgil with Logan, Roman went to the kitchen, sitting down lazily against a wall, watching Patton cook happily.

As much as they said tried to imply they were all just friends, sometimes it was hard to hide that they were all more. That Logan loved the way Roman looked when he got an idea. How Virgil loved Patton's laugh. And how they all just loved each other. If they told Thomas... they don't know what would happen.

So, they keep it a secret. Cuddling one another in each other's rooms every night, then pretending nothing happened if anyone saw them. It was best to just not tell. Their fandom... it might be disappointed, or something. Thomas might be disappointed. They had to keep it hidden.

As they finished the meal Patton had made, they all dragged each other to Patton's room. The most calming room, the easiest to fall asleep in. Virgil went back to sleep first, in the arms of Roman. The rest of them chuckled over his cute sleep face, filled with innocence. All falling asleep, one by one, they had kept this secret for another night. However much they wanted to share, at least they would always have one another.

Another one bites the dust, I guess. Feel free to ask to be on a taglist! Anyways, this one I really like, so I hope someone here likes it too.

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Roman woke to the sound of thunder and crying. Was Thomas sad? Closing his eyes, he looked through Thomas's. Everything seemed normal. So where was it coming from? Why was it raining inside the mind palace? Unless one of the others... he had to check.

As he dashed into the living room, he saw Logan, quietly reading a book, and Patton, with his head on Logan's shoulder as he watched Steven Universe. They both looked up, startled by Roman's sudden appearance. "ARE EITHER OF YOU SAD?" Roman screamed, making the other jump. "Kiddo, we're fine," Patton stated calmly, " why do you ask? Is everything alright?"

Roman started tugging his hair, of course. It was Virgil, his emo nightmare. "Never mind, continue with your tasks, dear citizens!" Logan and Patton, confused but happy to be alone again, continued with their activities. You would think someone would look outside. No. Apparently not.

As Roman ran back up the stairs, he felt Thomas summon him. Sighing heavily, he obeyed Thomas's wants, however much he didn't want to, and teleported to the main room. As he looked over to where his dreary daydream usually sat, he wasn't there. Of course.

Wiping the disappointment off his face, Roman looked towards Thomas, silently questioning why he was needed. Looking towards Anxiety's corner, Thomas tried to summon him, to no avail, of course. "I was wondering if you knew where Virgil is. Do you?" Roman, obviously annoyed, replied with a quick "yes" as teleported back. He felt Thomas trying to summon him back, but he would have no luck with a determined Roman.

As he reached Anxiety's black doorway, complete with cobwebs, Roman grabbed onto the handle and threw the door open. But it was dark. And Virgil was... crying. Closing the door gently, he went to his prince's side, silently asking what was wrong. Virgil sniffed, giving him the hint that he didn't want to talk about it. Nodding, Roman simply hugged him, longing for Virgil to feel better.

Feeling a hug back, Roman carried Virgil to his abandoned bed, conjuring more covers to cover the thundercloud and setting him down on the bed. Wrapping the covers around his shoulders, Virgil pecked Roman's jaw, a small thanks. Blushing, Roman scooped Virgil back up, the thunderstorm wearing down as they both fell unconscious, Virgil staying in Prince's warm arms.

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A reupload from my Wattpad, but hey, need it here too I guess. So... yeah. If you want to be added to a tag list or anything feel free to ask me! Also, this is from a oneshot book, and I’m sorry if the story doesn’t make any sense.

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One of their wings was natural, connected to his shoulders. The pattern on the wings was shown softly as the light shines through them. In a beautiful honeybee shape, his were not ideal. In fact, insect wings were seen as ugly. Even beautiful ones like his.

The other one's wings where made by him. The craftsmanship could be seen as he glided through the air on pieces of of titanium and silver. Born in a world where society expects their subjects to have wings, he was born without them. Just a worthless human. So he improvised.

As they glided towards each other in the air, they looked at their outcast selves. Both not seen as society's norm. Both cast out of uncaring families. But they made their own, all on their own. Including a dragon-winged who was shot down and his hunter, now his lover. The boy that was adopted by them, without wings at all, but a long, green, scaly tail and a  face to match. And their own sons. Two seemingly perfect specimens, one who loved his coffee but had raven's wings and the other, flaunting a PhD and giant tan owl wings.

As they embrace one another they smiled. They had come so far. Done so many things. And this was their final goodbye. As they fell, life's fading, they kissed each other goodbyes and held hands. Because this was their final contribution to a hateful society. Because this was their final revolution.

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