#pred!patton

Tears flowed down Logan’s face, both from the sharp pain in his legs and from the horror that consumed him. They were real. The gods were real. He was so skeptical that he announced it to his village, and now he was stuck in this horrible terrifying mess. Another wind blew past him, making him shiver. It almost seemed like his body would go numb if it kept blowing. The cold surface he sat on didn’t help either, except for maybe soothing his broken legs. As hazy as his mind was, he was able to connect why he was with all this food and items. He was a sacrifice. Now he knew why he was kidnapped. It all made sense now… but there was still a chance that this was just an empty abandoned palace. A very well kept giant palace, but it could just be a human’s doing.

A thump rang in Logan’s ears and the ground shook under him. His heart sank as the ground continued to shake, each one progressively getting more and more violent, until there stood a giant. They towered over him and he cowered, terrified at what they would do to him. Their eyes pierced through his soul. The terror that trembled through him triumphed over the throbbing pain in his tied-up legs and body. He tried to stop shaking, do anything to calm himself down, but the giant god’s presence made him cry more.

“You poor thing!” they said, “I told them not to give me human sacrifices!”

The giant god’s hands scooped up Logan’s tiny broken form. Their fingers towered over him and their shadow casted down on him. He blinked at what they said, still bawling but now equally confused. It almost sounded like this god was concerned for him. Though, there was no way they’d miss the opportunity to hurt a skeptic like him! All of a sudden, the ropes disappeared at the snap of their large fingers. There were marks all over his body from how tight the ropes were and his body just ached. He tried to back away as far from their face as possible, but there was no strength left from his body as he tried to process everything that was happening.

“I can’t believe it! After I told them no-…”

Logan’s head started to spin at the god’s fast movements, and it was getting hard and harder to keep himself awake. Another sharp pain jolted through his body as they moved, making him scream in agony. His eyes shot open and his hands dashed to his mouth to cover it. It was obvious he was in pain, but he still didn’t want to look vulnerable, even though he knew, logically, the worst was probable.

“Oh dear! I’m sorry…” they said, looking at his broken legs, “I’m not gonna hurt you, kiddo. I promise…”

The god’s voice was soft and almost calming. It was confusing that they were so gentle with Logan, even though they could easily crush him if they wanted to. He tried to think logically through this mess. It was probable he would die at the hands of this god or be tortured. He tried to prepare and come to terms with his terrible fate, but he just couldn’t stop crying, all his bottled-up emotions flowing out all at once. His eyes met with their giant ones for a brief moment, an expression of worry and concern painting their face. It was as if they were saying sorry.

All of a sudden, a warm breath rolled over Logan as their maw opened wide. Their tongue soon caught him as he started to slide into their mouth. More tears flowed down his face, his body shaking.

“Please! I’m sorry! Don’t eat me, please! I believe now! I’m sorry…” His voice was hoarse screaming at the top of his lungs.

The god froze at his words, his tiny body lying helplessly on their tongue. Another warm breath rolled over Logan, the pain in his legs becoming a bit more bearable. Freedom was so close… If he could just climb out of their mouth, maybe they wouldn’t just see him as food. Maybe he wouldn’t look so weak. He tried to gather any strength he had in his body, but he was exhausted. He couldn’t stay awake much longer, but since he knew he’d die, perhaps that was a good thing. The light that once illuminated the mouth disappeared as they closed their mouth, sealing his fate.

The tongue licked Logan all over, coating him in saliva. Their tongue curled on his tiny weak body. It almost felt like a massage though the god seemed to focus on licking his broken legs. Perhaps they tasted better since they were broken. He didn’t care anymore what they would do to him now, his eyes starting to grow heavy. At least his body would be somewhat useful for them as food. He closed his eyes as he waited for teeth to start tearing him apart, but nothing came. It just made him sigh as he tried to fall asleep on the giant tongue he laid on. On what seemed like instinct, he hugged it as best he could, cuddling into the pink muscle. A hum rang through their mouth, making his eyes feel heavier.

Soon, Logan started to slide down into the entrance of their throat. His legs stung a bit since he went in feet first, but it was overall fine. The god was so gentle with him that he almost started to like this crazy experience. With one gulp, he entered their throat, the muscle pushing him down to their stomach. A thumping heart and their slow breath echoed all throughout the throat. Their throat embraced his tiny body every time he was squished by the soft muscles. It made him warm inside, as if he met an old friend. Now that he thought about it, he didn’t have any friends. Perhaps that was what it feels like to meet an old friend.

Logan felt his body drop into a large space, which he assumed was the god’s stomach. He crawled over the best he could to one of the stomach walls, cuddling into it. There was a sense of calm that was in him now even though he knew he wouldn’t see the light of day again. He rubbed one of his hands into the soft walls as he yawned. Another hum rang through the stomach as he cuddled more into the walls and closed his eyes. At least this seemed like a much more peaceful death than he imagined it to be.

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Logan’s eyes fluttered open as he felt something move. Soon, his eyes shot open, looking around, terrified and confused. He should’ve been dead by now! There was no way his body could even last a few minutes in stomach acid. A shiver ran down his spine as he hugged himself, not sure what to make of the situation. Soon, he blinked. His skin was dry. He looked around the stomach to see no liquid at all in sight! But if there was no liquid, then where was he? He was certain he was still inside the god, but where? The walls prodded at him, making him jump up, walking into another wall on the other side, still so scared. Wait a minute… His eyes widened as he looked down at his legs which were fully healed. A muffled though loud voice rang through the stomach, but he couldn’t focus on it as he dropped to the floor, in awe at his healed legs. For a while, he sat there very still and in shock at the discovery. There was more prodding at him, but he still didn’t move.

“Oh god, did I kill him? No, no, no no…”

Logan finally fell out of his trance as he heard the frantic voice boom all over.

“I’m- I’m fine!” He started to rub at the walls. There was soon pressure coming from outside, pressing where he was.

Soon, the walls closed in on Logan and he closed his eyes. His heart raced as he was pushed up into the god’s throat, into their mouth and out on to their hands. The air was freezing, and he hugged himself to keep warm. It felt like he was dropped into a snowstorm naked. He squeaked when he was wiped clean with a warm rag, though he was grateful to not be soaked in saliva. Soon, their hands curled more around him as they moved them to a giant warm compress. He smiled as he was placed on it, happy to be warm again.

“Hey, kiddo, I’m sorry I really scared you when we first met…”

Logan blinked as he now looked to the giant god.

“…but I couldn’t stand to see you in pain. I’ll do whatever you want to make up for it. My name’s Patton, by the way. Yours?”

“I’m Logan…” He was stunned at how gentle Patton was and how they simply offered to do whatever he pleased. Soon, a spark went in his head as he looked down at his legs then back up at Patton.

“You must be Patton, the god of healing…”

“Yep! It took me longer than what it usually takes for me to heal someone, but it was worth it now that I get to see you all better.”

Logan blinked. “How… How long was I in there for? And where was I? I noticed it was fairly dry.”

“Oh, you were in my storage stomach! That’s where I heal a lot of people. And you were in there for an entire week!”

“A week!?”

“Yep! An entire week, kiddo! You were beaten up pretty bad.”

Suddenly, Logan hugged himself, curling up a bit. His heart sank and he couldn’t look up at Patton anymore. A shiver ran through his whole body curling up more. Why didn’t he just listen to everyone at the village? He would’ve never ended up here, and even if Patton were acting nice, they’d get bored of him eventually. Though, he couldn’t just go back to his village! Everyone would notice him and his big mouth and beat him up again.

“Hey Logan—” Patton kneeled down to Logan’s height— “I know I’m really scary to be around with, but I promise I’ll do what it takes to protect you. I can’t stand to see anyone in pain…”

“Do you see me as a pet?” Logan asked, curling up more.

Patton’s eyes widened at the sudden question. “Of course not, kiddo… You are your own person just like me and everyone else. You might’ve been… brought here without wanting to be here, but I want you to know you’re safe here, kiddo.”

There was silence for a few more moments until Logan spoke.

“Could I stay here for a while? I doubt my village would be very happy seeing me again…” He curled up more, waiting for his body to be crushed or torn to pieces, but nothing came.

“Of course you can stay here! I’ll make sure I have a room ready for you. And I can help you find a new village to live in, of course, if you want me to help…”

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Patton had come down the stairs in the morning like usual, trying to cook breakfast like usual, but it seemed the kitchen was full.

"I am unaware if he likes to dunk prey or not." Logan stood at the stove

"How do you not know?" Deceit hissed quietly. "You've been hanging around with him since the beginning."

"I never noted it if he ever ingested me." Logan adjusted his glasses. "He's mostly been swallowed instead of doing the swallowing."

"Hey kiddos." Patton cleared his throat. "What's going on?"

Everyone jumped and turned to look at him.

Virgil glared at the twins, who had been fighting over an ornamental spoon. "I thought you were supposed to make sure Patton was still in bed."

"I was!" Remus growled. "Until somebody was snitching my spoon!"

"It was still in the drawer!"

"I claimed it for my dish!"

Patton tilted his head. "Why is everyone cooking? Did I miss something?"

"Well..." Roman glanced around. "We were fixing you breakfast, Patton. You've been doing so much lately and -"

"And we thought you would want to fill your belly!" Remus blurted. "With us!"

Roman glared and continued. "Yeah. We'd also be parts of the dish. We'd snacked so much while we planned it, we didn't need food."

"Aaaw, kiddo!" He squeezed the twins in a hug. "Thank you!" He squeezed Deceit and Logan in a hug, then Virgil. "Thank all of you!"

"You're welcome, Patt." Virgil squirmed in Patton's arms. "Watch the ribs."

"Sorry." He set Virgil on the ground and then glanced around. "I'm going to get dressed then." And he sauntered off.

After a little while, he heard someone call for him and he came back down, smoothing out a light blue sweater.

Virgil was folding his jacket, standing miniature on the table. He glanced up at Patton and then tossed his jacket on the other discarded clothes in the middle of the table before scrambling onto his dish.

"Oh. The food looks lovely." He smiled and sat at his seat, which they arranged the table around. "And you all look delicious."

Logan was closest, among eggs and toast, so Patton pulled him over first.

"Good morning, Logan." Patton started to butter a piece of toast. "What time did you all get up to do this?"

"About two hours ago. Remus and Virgil forcefully pulled the rest of us out of bed so we could prepare."

Patton glanced over. Virgil was sitting atop a pile of waffles, covering his face. Remus was lounging, shirtless, in a bowl of oatmeal. He nodded eagerly when Logan spoke.

"Yup! We arranged this whole thing!"

Deceit rolled his eyes, arms crossed across his chest where he sat among bacon and sausage.

Patton saw that and pulled Deceit over as well, cutting off a bit of egg with the meats to make an open faced sandwich.

"Thank you all for doing this for me." He started to eat off of both Deceit's and Logan's plate.

It wasn't long before the two sides were softly nudged together on a piece of toast. Logan had a bit of egg on his pants and Deceit was complaining about the grease on his clothes.

"Don't worry, Kiddo. I'll clean them up once you're out." He gently picked Deceit up and slid him into his mouth.

Patton barely licked at his little squirming body before gulping heavily. He did taste slightly greasy, but in a good way. Herby and warm and it was tempting to hold him in there for longer and fully taste of him, but he didn't want to upset Deceit.

He could feel the little side squirm all the way down his chest and then spill into his belly.

Logan was blushing slightly as Patton tipped Logan into his mouth off the piece of toast.

The logical side ended up feet first in Patton's mouth. He squirmed around so he was belly down on the tongue.

"Be gentle with him, Patty." Remus shouted as Patton licked eagerly at Logan, the taste of the eggs pairing well with his natural coffee flavour. "I have plans for him later."

Patton slightly nodded and tilted his head back. Logan slipped towards his throat, and then vanished with a smooth gulp. Patton sighed lovingly as his hands rested on his belly, barely bulging.

"The two of you taste wonderful together." He sighed happily, massaging his stomach. "Maybe I should make a dessert with you two delicious little things in them."

Deceit pushed a little on the stomach wall. "I will do no such thing..." But then he mumbled something, probably the condition on which he wouldn't mind being in a dessert with Logan.

Patton giggled and went back to his meal, pulling Virgil over next.

Virgil sat atop a stack of waffles, drenched in syrup and butter and the things Patton likes. He was looking anywhere but at Patton, who sat in front of him, one hand on his stomach.

"Don't be embarrassed. I'm thankful you did  this for me. It's very sweet you did."

"Don't mention it." Virgil rubbed at the back of his neck as Patton dug eagerly into the food.

The waffles were sublime. Crispy, fluffy thick squares of breakfast heaven. The young man was able to pack away a fair amount.

Soon, Virgil was softly picked up on the end of a spoon and brought up to Patton's lips. "Ready, Sport?"

"'Sport?'" Virgil snorted. "You're such a Dad."

"Then I'll just have to carry my kiddos in my belly." He chuckled before opening up wide.

Virgil took a deep breath before climbing in. He pulled himself in over the teeth, and he settled on Patton's tongue, facing out.

Anyone watching could just barely see Virgil's dark body on Patton's tongue as he closed up, Virgil's eyes the only thing that gave him away.

Patton softly licked the sticky off Virgil while stacking his empty plates at another place. Deceit and Logan were gently squirming in his belly, getting comfortable with the food in there with them, and Patton gulped heavily.

His hands softly settled on his belly as he felt Virgil snuggle between Logan and Deceit. He gently lifted the sweater to see his swollen belly. "Are you all comfortable in there?"

It seemed they all were.

He glanced between the twins to decide who was going to be eaten first.

Remus was nibbling on the oatmeal he was lounging in, Roman was absently picking st a piece of granola in his yogurt, fruit, and jam thing.

Remus was pulled over and he perked up excitedly. The spoon they'd been fighting over was in the bowl, and Patton eagerly started to eat.

Remus had dunked himself in honey so he'd fit in best with the oatmeal around him, trying to give himself a sweeter taste.

"How's that wonderful, gurgling gut?" Remus grinned eagerly.

"Full." Patton gently poked his stomach as he ate the oatmeal. "You all cooked so much."

Roman leaned on the edge of the dish, head propped up on his arms. "You don't have to eat it all, padre, if you're full."

"I don't want any going to waste -"

"Don't spoil my fun, Roman!" Remus hissed at his brother.

"You're just wanting an excuse to stuff Patton full to bursting!"

Patton thunked a spoon between them. "I plan on eating everything so your efforts and the food don't go to waste. So long as my stomach is comfortable for everyone inside." He rubbed his belly softly.

That settled everything.

Remus was picked up on the spoon and pushed in with a bite of food. He squirmed around for a bit before Patton swallowed him.

His belly gurgled with the strain of food, and Roman was pulled over. His eyes settled on Patton's gurgling stomach and he quickly looked away, clearing his throat.

Patton are a couple bites of the parfait and then pulled Roman out of it. He softly patted the miniature side's head and then eased Roman into his mouth.

His light, fruity flavour tasted wonderful with yogurt.

Patton softly rubbed at his stomach, sighing. Everyone tasted so good in his belly, and Patton had cleared the food prepared.

"Everyone comfortable?"

They were snuggling peacefully in Patton's stomach. It gurgled happily around all the sides as Patton stood up.