D!Logan: I have laid claim to the fairest in all the land. What's not to understand?
H!Virgil: ...your kidding right? I'm like?? Just some dude??
D!Logan: My draconic eyes do not decieve me. 'Some Dude' or not, I have selected you as mine. Dragons do not make mistakes when selecting their mates. You are perfect.
H!Virgil, blushing a bit: Oh. Uh. ....Okay....?
H!Virgil: ...Sssso when is the wedding then? ...like, in spring? Fall, maybe?
D!Logan: Fall is preferable. We shall discuss those details in due time. Come.
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That short Roman/dragon Logan u made on ur main account,,
Yessss? đ u have any curiousities to ask about them?
I was gonna answer this w/ its own doodle bc it kind of felt like a request but i hadnt been able to scrounge up enough inspiration to settle on an idea to draw
But considering the inital inspo was on 'short roman' i'll let it be known that Roman(who is literally 5'1 in this au bc hes trans & cuz i say so) absolutely delights in being manhandled by Logan. Mostly bc Logan isnt really rough about it and infact is just impossible to break free from if Logan doesnt want him to. Logan could grip Roman's hips and be able to pin them to the wall while supporting them with ease.
Roman is an insatiable sub, and thats the only thing that keeps him from being a complete pillow princess.
Logan could pin Roman's hands above his head on a bed with one hand and pin his hips with the other and proceed to thoroughly rearrange Ro's guts till he's full of cum and trembling and Roman would still beg for more.
Logan is a dom who likes to be in control but also makes sure to thoroughly satiate his needy sub when necessary. Roman's got a short refractory period and sometimes hes just needs to go until his body can't take any more. You could probably shove a vibe in him up against his g-spot on high and he'd probably sit there and squirm and cum again and again and lose his fucking mind but it'd have to be Logan stepping in for it to come to a stop at all.
Lo really likes using his mouth. Biting, sucking, licking, dirty talk, eating Roman out, he's very mouthy. And v possessive. As dragons usually are. Dragons also have alot of stamina, meaning Logan is also very capable of taking his time thoroughly pulling his love apart, one orgasm after the next.
Perhaps one of Roman's favorite things they try out is Roman seated in Logan's lap impaled on his massive cock, chest to chest with Ro's head tucked into Lo's neck, and Logan just grasping Roman's hips and manually fucking Roman back down onto his cock with ease. If they have the right position he will also buck his hips up as he tugs Roman down to really tug out those gorgeous little cries of 'Yes! Fuck! So deep! Dont stop! Oh!'
That's some of my thoughts abt them right here to make up for the lack of art skdjfhd
Could you do Logan with Damaged Wing(s) for your BTHB?
Sure can!
Virgil and the Dragon
@badthingshappenbingo
Prompt: Damaged Wing
Fandom: Sanders Sides
Words: 1,445
Warnings: Blood, broken limb (let me know if I need to tag anything!)
Virgilâs day was going pretty normally.
Well, normal up until the point he found a dragon in his garden.
âWhy canât a sorcerer have normal problems?â he muttered, pulling his tighter around his body. Heâd wanted to collect herbs from the garden heâd planted not too far from his cottage, but it looked like the dragon had other ideas.
The dragon itself wasnât too large. It was mostly dark blue and black with a lighter blue underbelly. It had a frill around its neck that obscured most of its throat. It appeared to be asleep, though Virgil wasnât sure how long it was going to stay that way.
He crept into the garden cautiously, holding his staff tightly in his hands. Most of the garden had been trampled, to his dismay. It would take ages to get it back to how it was before.
As Virgil crept closer, he noticed for the first time that the dragon was injured. Dried blood caked its side and legs. Its left wing was bent in an odd angle and had more blood dripping from several cuts on the wing membrane.
Thatâs what made Virgil nervous. An injured, agitated dragon was more dangerous than a healthy one.
Virgil got halfway across the garden before he realized he had no idea what he was planning to do.
Unfortunately, the dragon made the decision for him by waking up.
He froze. For once, he wished he hadnât worn a dark cloak. He stood out like a sore thumb in broad daylight, so of course the dragon spotted him immediately.
It blinked a few times, as if it wasnât fully awake yet. Virgil figured he had a few seconds before it snapped out of its shock, so he did the most sensible thing.
He booked it.
Even if the dragon was injured, there would be no way to move the body if he killed it. And he wouldnât kill the dragon. Heâd have to find another way.
The next day, Virgil ventured back into the garden.
The dragon was already awake this time. It gave him an annoyed look, but otherwise didnât bother him.
âSo, uh,â Virgil said awkwardly, making sure he was well out of range of the dragonâs tail. âCan you maybe lay in a garden thatâs not mine? Iâm kind of busy.â
The dragon snorted.
Virgil sighed. âYeah. Didnât think that would work.â he studied the dragon again. It seemed weaker than it had the previous day. Its wounds must have been sapping its strength.
Virgil had the beginnings of a crazy idea, but he wasnât sure he was desperate enough to try it.
He looked down at the ruined garden.
Scratch that. He was definitely desperate.
He stepped forward carefully. âSo,â he started again. âI may have the means to heal you. If I do, will you leave?â
The dragon blinked at him.
Virgil wasnât actually sure if the dragon could understand him, but he kept talking anyway.
âIâm going to approach you with my stick, okay?â Virgil said, holding up his staff. âDonât freak out.â
The dragon watched him as he walked through the ruined garden toward it. When he got close, it flared its ruff and hissed.
Virgil stopped where he was. âOkay, I wonât come any closer,â he said. He studied the wounds on the dragonâs body, making mental notes of what items to bring with him.
It would be hard to heal the dragon, but it was possible.
âSo, will you let me heal you?â Virgil felt silly talking to the dragon, but it helped him keep track of his thoughts, so he kept doing it. âAnd maybe you can leave afterward?â
He wasnât sure, but he thought the dragon lookedâŚthoughtful.
Virgil nodded. âRight. Iâll be back.â
He quickly ran back to his cottage and gathered ingredients for spells and health potions. (He wasnât sure they would work on dragons⌠well, you never know until you try.)
By the time he made it back to the garden, the sun was at its highest point. He was sweating underneath his long cloak, but he had no time to rest. The reality of what he was about to do was settling, and if Virgil stopped to think about it too much, heâd panic.
He took a deep breath and headed toward the dragon.
The first thing he did was take a cloth out of his bag to clean the dried blood off itâs scales.
The dragon stared at him warily as he came closer. He reached toward one of its legs with the cloth and the dragon growled.
Virgil jerked his hand away. âItâs okay! Iâm not going to hurt you!â he winced at his own panicked voice. No doubt he was just agitating the dragon further with his yelling.
He approached the dragon again, but it still wouldnât let him near it. He tried a few more times and got the same reaction every time.
Virgil groaned in frustration. âIâm trying to help you, you overgrown lizard!â he shouted, gesturing wildly with his staff.
The dragon immediately hissed and recoiled. Virgil snatched his arms back to his sides, eyes widened in fear.
Heâd once encountered a venomous snake in the forest years ago. Heâd gotten too close to it, and he hadnât recognized itâs warning signals before it was too late. The bite had taken days to heal fully, even with magic.
The dragon was showing the same signals, and if Virgil wasnât careful, he was going to get bit.
He noticed how the dragon was eyeing his staff warily. Experimentally, he dropped the staff a few feet away from himself. The dragon froze for a moment, as if waiting to see what he would do next. When Virgil didnât move, it slowly started to relax. This time, when Virgil approached it with the cloth, the most it did was glare at him skeptically.
Virgil had managed to get the dragon to cooperate with him while simultaneously making his job harder. He was still capable of doing magic without his staff, but it was less reliable.
Virgil sighed, rolled up his sleeves, and got to work.
He started by scrubbing the blood off the dragonâs neck and legs. He used his magic to seal any cuts and scratches. The spell part was slightly longer without his staff, but he managed to fix the scrapes without much trouble. That was the easy part.
Virgil inspected the broken wing. That was going to be the hard part. He hadnât cleaned any of the blood off of it because he was afraid of hurting the dragon further. He tried a few simple healing spells, but they wouldnât work on something as large as a dragon. He would need his staff.
He picked his staff up again, slowly this time. The dragon narrowed its eyes at him and growled. For the first time, Virgil noticed the two large fangs that stuck out of its mouth. He shuddered.
âLook, Iâm only going to use this to heal you, okay?â Virgil said in what he hoped was a soothing tone. âJust⌠trust me.â
He raised the staff, slowly so he wouldnât spook the dragon. He muttered a pell under his breath and drew a symbol in the air that he always thought looked like twin snakes curling around each other.
The dragon still had its teeth bared, but it didnât attack. Virgil interpreted this as a good sign.
He finished the spell and waited.
Slowly, the wing shifted back into place. The dragon winced and grit his teeth. Virgil felt a small stab of guilt. He hadnât considered whether or not it would hurt.
It seemed like an eternity passed until the wing looked normal. The dragon stared at it for a moment, stretching it back and forth until it was satisfied.
Virgil sighed in relief. He wasnât sure how many spells he had left in him. Heâd exerted more energy in one afternoon than he did in an entire week, and he wanted nothing more than a nap.
âSo, uh, youâre welcomeâŚâ he trailed off. âI should give you a name, huh?â he thought for a moment, staring up at the dragon. âHow about Logan?â
Logan seemed to like that. He crouched down to Virgilâs level and awkwardly patted him on the head with a claw. Then, Logan flung his wings open and soared away without looking back.
Virgil waved until he couldnât see Loganâs figure anymore. He dropped his arm and turned back to his ruined garden.
âWell, I still have a few things to work out,â he muttered.
Virgil sighed, rolled up his sleeves, and got to work.
Summary: Logan was never too sure the little egg heâd rescued would actually hatch. However, when he starts hearing the egg cracking, he realizes he has a decision to make.
Warnings: Brief mention of losing a child.Â
Pairings: Parental/Familial Analogical
Characters: Logan, Virgil.
Word Count: 1867 words
A/n: I finally got around to writing more dragon content, and Iâm pretty happy with how this came out, too!
Continuation/AU: Thunderstorms and Stowaways, A Snowy Twilight Find
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The nights quickly grew colder every passing day. The little egg heâd rescued from the cold embrace of the snowbanks stayed still, motionless.
Logan had half a mind that the egg wouldnât hatch.
And so what if it didnât?
This was how life worked; sometimes eggs hatched and sometimes they didnât.
It was unfortunate, yes, but it could not be changed.
However, this truth didnât mean he didnât keep it warm. Logan may not believe the babe would hatch, but it didnât stop him from caring for it. Most of his time was now spent curled around the little one when he wasnât out huntingâwhich he did only twice a week. The cold made his joints ache anyhow and livestock was scarce in the frigid breeze, so it wasnât too much of a hindrance staying tucked inside.
His gaze shifted down to the little egg that was snug between his underbelly and silks and maps. The glowing was soft, but still lightly pulsing. It was only showing him that the babe inside was resilient enough to hold on a little while longer.
Logan knew he had grown somewhat attached, as illogical as it was. Yet, it didnât mean he would keep the child with him. It would be far easier to take the pup and give it to anotherâ another that could care for it better and give it the attention and affection it would crave.
The dragon yawned as the sun began to sink out of sight, slowly casting the world in a darkening and cool light.
Logan stretched after a moment, before settling back down into his hoard and relaxing languidly. Letting out a soft huff of air, he let his eyes flutter shut for just a moment. Sleep hadnât been coming easy since heâd brought the egg into his care, however, he took every chance he could get to catch a few extra winks. If the egg hatched and the babe did survive, he had an itching feeling heâd be losing sleep until he found a suitable place for the hatchling.
The minute he was beginning to drift off, he heard it.
It was soft, just a tiny sound at first. He opened his eyes, lifting his head to scan the area in front of him. He was tucked as far back into the cave as he could be for an adult dragon, so the entire entrance to the cave was in his complete view. It was how he watched for intruders and stowaways if they so dared to enter.
When he didnât see anything, or anyone, his attention shifted downward when he heard the same sound, this time a little louder.
When Loganâs gaze met the egg, he saw a hairline fracture running down the length of it. Slightly surprised that this was happening, the dragon rose himself into a stand, hovering over the egg.
Heâd watched others back home (before heâd split off from the group) who let the baby hatch on its own. The parents hovered close, standing together as they awaited the little one inside to make their grand debut. Logan had thought, at the time, he would never have to feel that anxiety flutter through himâthe worry that maybe the child wouldnât hatch and heâd have spent all this time keeping it warm for nothing.
Of course, he reasoned, he shouldnât truly be as nervous as he was. This wasnât his babe nor was he intending on keeping them, it would only cause more trouble. His own parents had died defending him, so being a parent himself was a rather frightening thought. Not that he was frightened.
But giving oneâs life for that of a child who would be ungrateful?â Only for it to be in vain? That was unnerving.
The egg cracked further and Logan sat down a pace away from it, knowing that assisting the hatchling through this process may be detrimental. He could recall elders of his old group explaining to young and worried parents why they could not assist their baby hatch.
It is a very real possibility to accidentally kill the child because one had intervened too early in their attempt to âhelp.â
Logan would only step in if he felt as though he needed to.
Hours passed as the egg continued to crack slowly but surely.
Logan had been keeping watch on it, as well as keeping an eye out toward the front of the cave. It was surprising to notice how paranoid heâd become about a wandering and aimless traveler, even though he was well aware it was the dead of winter. No human with half a brain would be about in this weather, especially not at this time of night. But there was such a vulnerable life in his care now, until he decided what he was going to do.
Finally, after what had felt like forever, the babe pushed the rest of the egg open and lifted their head, taking their first real breath of outside air. They coughed, eyes glued shut as they tried to take their first step forward. Instead, the little oneâs legs wobbled shakily and toppled forward onto the soft silks of the hoard Logan had been on hours before.
Logan took in the sight of the little one, a soft scale-less violet babe. Â
He stood quickly, cautiously moving toward the little hatchling as they chirped softly. He leaned down, snuffling at them for just a moment and imprinted their scent, just as the babe reacted to his warmth. They chirruped again, leaning forward and trying to meet Logan head on.
Surprised, Logan moved back and the babe whined, their head swiveling from side to side trying to find the adult again.
Logan leaned closer to it again, eyes alight with curiosity at the tiny life in front of him. Covered in slime and fluid from their egg. He pressed his snout gently into the little oneâs side, nudging them over so they laid more comfortably on the blankets. The babe hummed as they squirmed on the comforters, confused by the new sensation.
âLook at you,â Logan mused after a moment, crouching down so he was level with them. The babe followed his voice and they turned their head to face him, scenting the air and trying to familiarize themselves with the way Logan smelled.
Logan snorted softly back at them, and the babe tried to mimic the sound.
Slightly amused, he moved forward once more. Bathing the child was the next hurdle and then cleaning them up. Heâd need to get the babeâs eyes cleared as well, which would help them open them.
Cleaning the hatchling took more time then he expected. The baby didnât seem bothered, as he sat with his little tail swishing back and forth. He was standing unsteadily on his wobbly legs, as Logan sat nearby, ready to move in case he tipped over again.
The little one tested the air once more, trying to find Logan without the use of his eyes. His eyes were free of grime, which included anything that could keep them glued shut; Logan had made sure to make quick work of easing it off gently.
The babe chirped and Logan repeated the sound. The hatchling startled a moment, whipping his head to face where the noise had come from.
âYes, Iâm here little one,ââ he said, just as the baby toddled toward him.
The child sat down a few paces from his snout and Logan titled his head to the side, curious. After a moment of nothing happening, he watched as the little one rubbed at his eyes with his claw-free paws, letting out soft sounds as he worked. Not five minutes later were there two big, shining, violet eyes blinking up blearily toward Loganâwhom of which was watching in quiet awe.
Heâs yours, a small part of the adult whispered, nudging a protective instinct of Loganâs forwardâa part he hadnât known had been there. Heâs so trusting, you canât let him down by giving him to someone else. Youâd feel godawful about it as well.
âHello there,â he greeted the babe quietly, his head resting down on his forearms as the hatchling chirruped excitedly back at him.
The little one was trying to take in all of the larger dragon, however, it seemed his attention began to wane and a yawn split his features. Logan was granted a toothless yawn and the babe wobbled on his feet again. Logan leaned forward, using his snout to keep the babe upright, however, that didnât stop it from nearly toppling to his other side.
Letting out a soft breath of air, he stood up just enough to lean down and nab the babe by the scruff of his neck. He hefted the little one into the air for just a moment, before settling him down into the mass of blankets and soft cloths and silks. Logan then curled around the little one, offering warmth and comfort and protection. The babe snuffled before yawning again, his eyes fluttering shut as he curled up against the bigger dragon.
âSleep,â Logan said to him, watching as the little one barely reacted to his voice, seemingly only liking the vibrations. Truthfully, he knew the babe wouldnât be able to speak on his own. That was something Logan would need to teach him, not that he minded. âYouâve had a long day.â
The child didnât respond, of course. Not that Logan was surprised, however, he knew he also couldnât refer to the little one without a name for much longer. Though, what would suit him?â
His eyes glanced over the little form, almost already sound asleep.
Since the moment his eyes had opened, they had been constantly on the move. Looking from Logan himself, to shining coins, to the tapestries that were laid strewn across the stone flooring.
That vigilance was something Logan would have to hone further into him. The act of being wary was something that could keep him alive when the time to survive on his own came inevitably. However, looking so far into the future was unfair to the babe curled up directly into his side, snuggled up close and reveling in the warmth Logan radiated.
Vigilance.
Another moment passed. He let his eyes flicker to the babeâs features, soft as they were now. His scales would eventually grow in, he noted quietly.
Logan hummed low in his chest, the sound reverberating and causing the babe to try and repeat the soundâonly earning some softer squeaks in response instead. âAs for a name,â he spoke gently, the babeâs purple eyes fluttering open lazily, watching the parent in front of him, âhow do you feel about Virgil?â
The babe blinked at him, exhaustion clear in his eyes, before he trilled softly. The hatchlingâs eyes quickly slid shut after giving the sound of acceptance.
Logan felt something soften in him, watching as the little one drifted off to sleep. He leaned down too, adjusting just slightly enough to find a comfortable position to sleep in. He stayed curled close around Virgil, the newborn vulnerable in this great big world.
âSleep, my little one,ââ Logan rumbled, âyouâve got a full life ahead of you.â
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Summary: Virgil grew up a human among dragons. Patton and Logan are his Draconian parents. Heâs never known the human world. And though he knows HE is different, his clan is so accommodating that he has never felt inclined to leave. Then one day, a knight enters their territory.
Virgil wasnât an idiot. He knew he was different. While the other fledgelings had scaly armor, Virgilâs skin was still soft and unprotected. While they grew wings, Virgil was left with just the same fleshy limbs he had been born with. Whenever Virgil was caught staring down at his body Patton would be quick to assure him that âyouâre just a late bloomer, Iâm sure theyâll grow in soon!â Well, at least Logan didnât lie to him like that. Virgil didnât even resemble a baby whelp, so why on earth would he have grown up to be a fledgeling? The idea was absurd.Â
Still, despite his survival flaws, Virgilâs parents didnât love him any less. The entire tribe was more than accommodating for their weakest member. Virgil guessed that had something to do with being the chief's son, but either way his dragon family had always been nothing but kind.Â
The other fledgelings were never cruel. They would exclude him from activities at times, but only when it was physically impossible for Virgil to participate- indeed, no matter how hard Virgil tried he was not capable of flight. But the games on the ground were fun. Occasionally his cousins would even take pity on him and let him win the common wrestling bouts that broke out. Patton and Logan were always nervous onlookers, but after several dozen times of Virgil assuring his dads that he was fine the dragon parents stopped hovering (literally) and allowed Virgil to interact with others on his own.
âIt will be good for him to gain social skills, Lo.â Patton had suggested softly, one night when they thought Virgil was fast asleep. âIf heâs going to be stuck here, I⌠I want him to be happy.â
Virgil didnât know what to think about Pattonâs words. He was happy here. And what was this about being stuck? Sure Virgil knew better than to try and leave the mountainside on his own, but if he was ever feeling cooped up Virgil also knew Logan would fly him down anytime for another lesson on the world below. Most of the world, anyways.
âWhy donât we ever go east?â Virgil asked one time, clutching Loganâs scales as they soared through the air. Pressed up against Logan like this it was easy to tell when his father stiffened.Â
âItâs dangerous.â Logan replied. âHuman civilizations are no place for a dragon.â
That seemed like strange logic. Virgil had never met a human before, but he was a firm believer that dragons should be allowed to go anywhere and do anything. After all, Logan was a freaking dragon. A proper one, with fire and wings and scales. Nothing in the entire valley could ever stand up to him- so why did Logan seem afraid?
âAre you afraid of humans?â Virgil asked.Â
Logan gave a small snort of air, and Virgil couldnât tell what was so funny. âNot all of them.â Logan admitted. âMost humans are vile, selfish creatures, and in large groups can be quite a hassle. They take what isnât theirs, and threaten anything that is different.â
Not for the first time Virgil was glad he was found by his draconian family. He couldnât imagine what sort of horrible things humans would have done to a defenseless, disabled dragon like him.
âNot disabled.â Patton would remind him. âJust different.â
Which, of course, was just another way of saying Virgil was very bad at being a dragon.Â
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When Virgil woke up is was with a strange feeling in his chest. Somethingâs wrong. His mind told him, like he was waking up from a nightmare without knowing what the danger had been. The whispered voices in the front of the cave certainly didnât help.Â
â-Scout says itâs almost here.â Logan explained, looking out into the distance. Even from here Virgil could see how his spines rose as a defense mechanism. âEveryone else has already flown out.â
âAre you certain we should do this?â Pattonâs voice sounded pleading, and it set Virgil further on edge. âPerhaps we should fly out too... â
âI am the chief, itâs my duty to protect our lands.â Logan bristled. âI may be getting on in years but my intimidation tactics are as sharp as ever.â
âI know, but I donât want you to go so far as to do something youâll regret.â Patton winced.
âOne is enough to send a sign to the others.â Logan spoke up. He shifted, chest puffed out further to display his superiority. âItâs kept them at bay for two decades, has it not?â
âTwo decades ago we didnât have Virgil.â Patton argued, and an uncomfortable silence overfell them both.
Virgil cleared his throat, not wanting to eavesdrop any longer. Both giant figures turned to him, looming over Virgil as he sat up and rubbed his eyes. âWhatâs happening?â
The elders shared a glance. âNothing, Virgil.â Patton answered, nuzzling Virgil gently with his snout. âGo back to bed.â
âIâm not tired.â Virgil frowned, watching the way Logan tried to sneak out while Patton distracted him. âHang on, youâre leaving again, arenât you?â
Logan froze. âThatâs none of your concern, Virgil.â
Virgil flinched at his fatherâs cold tone. Immediately Patton sent his partner a scolding glance, wrapping his body around Virgil in a protective manner.Â
âI apologize.â Logan sighed, coming over to press his forehead against his mate in the form of an apology. He repeated the motion gently with Virgil. âItâs just, the situation isâŚ.â
â...complicated.â Patton finished Loganâs thought, realizing the chief was at a loss for words.
âYes, thank you, Patton.â Logan smiled. âThings are complicated now.â
âBecause of me?â Virgil guessed.Â
âOf course not!âÂ
 âOnly slightly.â
Their disagreement was enough of an answer for Virgil to know the truth.
âBecause youâve got to protect me.â Virgil realized quietly, looking down at his hands. His hands, so soft and pliable and useless. Every little side of the mountain was sharp enough to graze their surface. âDads, Iâm⌠Iâm sorry.âÂ
âYou have nothing to apologize for.â Patton insisted sternly, nuzzling even closer to Virgil.Â
Logan looked down at his family, so perfectly content in their cave. He seemed to be contemplating something. âPerhaps you are correct, Patton.â Logan finally spoke. âI shall⌠attempt to have a more civil altercation.â
Before Virgil could ask who exactly Logan would be having a âcivil altercationâ with, the question was answered for him by a loud presence announcing itself at the cave entrance.
âHAVE AT THEE, FOUL BEAST!âÂ
âWha-? Hey!â Virgil protested, finding himself suddenly covered by Pattonâs wing. What was going on? Why wouldnât his dads let him see the intruder? The intruder who was definitely not a dragon, based on the way the voice lacked that familiar rumble. Then again, Virgilâs voice had never rumbled either.
âStrong words from the human who dares encroach on our lands.â Logan growled, so intense that Virgil almost didnât recognize him as his father.
...a human? Virgil felt his blood run cold.Â
âI am not the one encroaching.â The human scoffed, and Virgil heard some sort of shifting of metal. âYou are the monsters, the ones invading our village.âÂ
âWhat!â Virgil shrieked, and in a fit of rage he was ready to take on the human himself, no matter his weaknesses. âLogan would never- MFPH!â Virgilâs cries were muffled as Patton pressed his wing against his mouth. Virgil struggled, trying to scramble over Pattonâs scales to see who dared to threaten his dad.Â
âLittle one, I think youâre forgetting your place on the food chain.â Loganâs figure moved, looming further so that even as Virgil peeked out he couldnât see the threat.
âLogan.â Pattonâs tone held a sort of warning Virgil didnât understand, but at least Patton was too distracted to push Virgil back under. After all, Virgil knew he was no match for Pattonâs strength.Â
âStay back!â The human warned. âI will not hesitate to run you through with my blade, and spill both your blood among these rocks.â
âYou will do no such thing.â Now Logan was livid, clearly just as furious as Virgil at the threat to his family members. âA puny thing like you should lack the audacity to address a specimen such as I with that tone- why, a single breath of flame will make your weapon meaningless once youâre burnt to a crisp. Or perhaps youâd rather get more personally acquainted with my razor teeth.â Logan sneered, putting them on full display.
âLOGAN!â Patton protested, standing up to get some height on his husband. Unfortunately, this brash action unsettled Virgilâs precarious spot, and with a yelp the young fleshling tumbled onto the open cave floor.Â
Virgil groaned, rubbing at his head as he looked up. Both dads were staring at him, eyes wide and almost...guilty? Virgil turned to the cave entrance, finally getting a look at his first human. It was small, hardly the size of Loganâs forepaw. Instead of scaly armor, the humanâs skin was soft and unprotected. It didnât have wings, instead just a pair of fleshy limbs, one of which was holding up some sort of piece of metal.Â
It...it looked just like Virgil.
âWhat?â Virgilâs voice was hardly a croak, trying to piece together what was happening even as his entire world view shattered.
âAha!â The human gestured with its tool towards Virgil, and Logan put a clawed foot between them to protect his son. âI see youâve even stooped so low as to take our kind for your own twisted horde. Donât worry good sir, I shall rescue you in no time!â
âWait, me? Rescue?â Virgil stood up, trying to understand as he searched the dragonâs gaze for any answers. Neither dad seemed eager to look him in the eye.
âMy- prize is none of your concern.â Logan decided, pushing Virgil back with his wing even as Virgil tried to dig his feet into the ground.Â
âYour prize?â Virgil spat, frustrated at the way nobody would give him answers. He didnât like his dadâs demeaning tone, either.
âThatâs it!â The human charged forwards, brandishing his weapon higher. âHave at thee!â
And just like that, all hell broke loose. The human slid beneath Logan, skirting his sharp blade against Loganâs vulnerable underside. Logan let out a roar so thunderous Virgil had to cover his ears, and it distracted him from the human charging closer. Virgil didnât even have time to be afraid before Pattonâs claws came out, batting the intruder across the room. The figure groaned, sword clattering to the ground as he hit the cave wall.Â
âNo!â Virgil protested, but he wasnât sure what exactly he was protesting.
âLogan, are you alright?â Patton hurried over to his mate, pressing his snout worriedly against Loganâs side as the other curled up on the ground. Both of them seemed to have forgotten the human, who despite the bleeding claw marks across his chest was unsteadily getting to his feet.Â
âStop it.â Virgil growled, putting his hand up. The human stopped, but Virgil had a feeling it was more so because he heard his dads growling as well. He whirled around, putting both hands up now as he glared defiantly back at them. âYou! You- stop it too!âÂ
âGet behind me.â The human instructed, pushing off the wall with a grunt.
âLike hell Iâm doing that.â Virgil muttered, already nervous about turning his back to the human right now. Even if he was stupid enough in the head to defend their attacker, Virgil still had enough sanity to keep his distance.
âVirgilâŚâ Logan spoke up, his voice pained. âI want you to come this way, slowly and carefully-â
âNO!â Virgil shouted, skittering back a few steps when Patton took a step forward. Tears of frustration welled up in his eyes. âWhy- why does he look like me? Whatâs going on? What arenât you telling me?â
âVirgil, please.â Patton pleaded, not coming closer. âCome back to us, kiddo.âÂ
Virgil jumped, a thump startling him so badly he almost bolted straight out of the cave. Virgil turned, seeing the human had collapsed face-first on the ground. âOh thatâs just great.â Virgil huffed, sneaking closer to investigate. It seemed the human was out cold.Â
Virgil felt both parents' eyes on him, and he refused to back down. He was getting answers, one way or another, and that started with making sure this stupid human didnât die on him.Â
Breaking News: Prince Roman Appeases local Dragon by Reading Books? More at 11!
This is my Secret Sanders piece for @secret-sanders-sized 's wonderful Secret Sanders exchange!
My Secret Sanders was @tiny-peter-rabbit using this prompt: Either tiny dragon sides being taken care of by other sides, or giant dragon side taking in one or more of the other sides. Just g/t dragons uwu
I was immediately inspired and I really hope you like it!!! đ
The idea behind this is that a Dragon!Logan with an obsession of knowledge unintentionally starts terrorizing citizens of Roman's kingdom. Being the Prince, Roman takes responsibility of ridding the kingdom of the threat. However, Prince Roman does not expect the dragon to be.... To put it lightly... A nerd...
After Logan presents a rather sound argument as to why he shouldn't be killed, Roman realizes he's going to lose this battle of wits... And this "Logan" doesn't seem too inclined to engage in any physical battle.
They come to an agreement. Roman is to spend two hours a week reading to Logan. (Logan loves books, he can read, but he's scared of tearing the pages or destroying the book). And Logan is to stop bothering townspeople, and to stay away from villages. Logan often brings books from his hoard for Roman to read, but sometimes he just comes with a lot of questions which often lead to debates between the dragon and the Prince.
Anywhoo~ This was where my mind went. I really hope you like it Peter, and have a wonderful holiday season!
      âEmile! Emile! Emile Where are you?!â Thomas calls as he walks, Logan walks next to him looking through the gaps in the trees listening carefully for noises out of the ordinary.
âWhy isnât he responding! Do think he got hurt? What if heâs in trouble! EMILE!â
âThomas relax Iâm sure heâs fine, He probably lost track of time and decided to find shelter for the coming storm. He is the same size or larger than most of the animals in this forest, bar other dragons, domesticated or not, he has the advantage in any altercations he may have come across.â Logan continues to assure Thomas while leading him towards large cave. âHere, sit. There is thunderstorm starting. I will start a fire and you shall wait here to keep warm and dry.â
âBut-â Thomas started, trying to move for the exit.
âNo buts,â Logan stepped in front and stopped him âI have better eyesight, I am faster on ground and in the air, I wont fall ill from a little water, I will continue to search for Emile while you stay here. Safe.â
Thomas grumbled and sat down. Just because Logan was right didnât mean he had to like it. He was just really worried okay. He knows Emile is more than capable of caring for himself, but any number of things could happen to a little dragon who normally sleeps in a macramĂŠ bed surrounded by plushies from his favorite shows. What if he came across a wild dragon? Sure, Logan seems nice but thereâs more than just him in these woods. He could be lost! Heâs probably scared! He-
Thomas is snapped out of his thoughts by Logan dropping a pile of sticks in front of him. âThomas, I understand this is a distressing situation for you but must remain calm. I am certain Emile will be found soon. Would you like me to remain here a moment longer, until you are feeling calm again, or are you sufficient for me to leave?â
Thomas looks at Logan through the fire. He looks so composed, so calm, like Thomas can trust him, like if he says everything will be okay then everything will be okay. He trusts him. âNo. Thank you Logan, you can leave, Iâll stay here.â Logan nods and heads to the edge of the cave where he launches into the sky. Thomas huddles closer to the fire and anxiously awaits Loganâs (and hopefully Emileâs) safe return.