Sanders sides oneshots!

🖤Lociet- Heart of Stone💖

Requested by oofboot

Sorry for the delay, I've been busy with exams and family stuff, but I hope this is okay :3

Warnings: uhh, feels I suppose, this is a mixture of fluffy and sad. Also my "I should be sleeping yet here we are" style of writing, so apologies if this is lacking. There is also some creativitytwin stuff that could be taken platonic/ brotherly or romantic, but it was intended to be brotherly. Let me know if you want me to add anything else.

Nothing could go wrong, right? All Logan was doing was exploring, he had stumbled into the imagination after trying to escape the bickering from Virgil and Roman, and had decided to walk around a little. The place was magical, the trees seemed to whisper and the weather was a perfect mix of warm sun with a light breeze. It was a relaxing break from the stresses of being Logic and allowed logan to let his guard down.

As he walked, a large blur scurried past the corner of his eye, the Logical trait cautiously glancing behind him. A sense of unease settled in his chest, his movements becoming more stiff and nervous. A snap sounded behind him, the logical trait whirling around and slowly backing up and glancing around. 

Before he could prepare himself, a gust of wind knocked the side over, his glasses becoming askew on his face, hands grazing the ground. A dark shadow loomed over him, its shape resembling one of a human, with large wings emerging from its back. Logan recognised this figure from Roman's tales and stories.

The dragon witch.

Before he could even comprehend something to do, words were chanted above him that he couldn't understand, and everything went black.

~time skip~

It had been a few weeks since Logan's mishap in the imagination, and he hadn't entered it since, too scared of what may happen. He stayed up into the late nights, trying to decipher what had actually happened, and what the Dragon witch had said. It wasn't until a knock sounded at his door that he realised what the time was.

"Logan? Are you still up? It's 3 am..." came Janus' voice from the other side. Logan walked over and opened the door.

"Hello Janus," Logan said, glancing at the trait in front of him. 

"I didn't hear you pacing, everything okay?"

"Well...yes, I suppose so, there have just been some things troubling me... well... one in particular but don't know how you could be of assistance..." Logan explained, earning a nod from the deceitful side in front of him. 

"Maybe you could run it by me in the morning? Right now you need to get some rest," Janus said, slowly guiding Logan to his bed. After a small amount of protest, the smaller side managed to get the logical trait into bed, Janus sitting beside him. A smile crept onto Logan's lips as a yellow-gloved hand ran through his hair.

The next morning, Logan woke to the fresh smell of crofters, toast, and coffee. He opened his eyes to see Janus standing by his bed, breakfast tray in hand, and he felt a small, unexplainable pain in his chest.

"Hey.. morning how did you sleep?" Janus asked the logical trait, sitting down on the edge of the bed and passing him the tray. 

Logan sat up and held the tray on his lap, taking a small sip of the coffee. "I slept an unusually good amount," He said truthfully, taking another sip. Janus simply nodded and sat back against the headboard, smiling as he watched Logan eat his breakfast. A few moments later, the plate was cleared and logan was gulping back the last drops of his coffee. "Thank you, that was highly enjoyable," The logical trait said, leaning back to sit with Janus.