Sanders Sides One-shots

Protect (OTP - Logicality)

Ship: Logicality

TW: Like, one swear word. I'll put a warning right before it. 

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Under the cover of darkness and a starless sky, a silhouetted figure was limping up a staircase to an apartment. The figure could feel the blood trickling down the side of head. The ground was swaying beneath him, his sense of balance slowly dissipating. He could feel all of the bruises and cuts without even focusing on them. They weren't too painful but having a collection of injuries wasn't really a good thing. His ankle was broken which would explain the limping. 

Knocking weakly on the door, he leaned against it, knowing he would fall forward into strong arms once it opened. 

Shuffling noises and the sound of footsteps approached the door. 3...2...1...0. The door was swung open and the injured person let themself fall forward, straight into a startled yet protective embrace. 

"Patton! What happened? Why are you covered in injuries? What on earth-?"

"Shh, Logan. Quieter. Too loud. Headache. Hit to the head." He mumbled, moving his head a bit so that Logan could see the blood on the side of his head. 

Alarmed, Logan began fretting, gently releasing Patton from his arms but switching instead to a bridal style of carrying. Patton smiled contently and snuggled into Logan's chest because he knew that Logan would tend to him. 

Rushedly carrying Patton to the bathroom and he grabbed the first aid kit. He washed off any blood he saw so that he could get a better view of the wounds. Grimacing at the  mass of cuts that Patton had, Logan continued to clean and patch him up as best as he could. He placed an ice pack into Patton's hands, asking him if he could hold it against the bump against his head whilst he got some bandages. Patton nodded as best he could without aggravating his headache and pressed it to his head, closing his eyes in exhaustion. 

In just a minute, Logan had returned, bandages in hand. Prying the ice pack off the wound, he gently swept aside his hair and began bandaging. He wrapped it securely around his head, ensuring that it wasn't constricting or uncomfortable. 

"Patton. Why are you hurt? What happened?" He made sure to whisper and use small words so that Patton wouldn't struggle with understanding. 

"Robbers..." was the mumbled reply. 

Patton had his eyes closed, not noticing the flame of rage that was lit within Logan's chocolate eyes. Gritting his teeth to restrain his anger, he felt his muscle tense with the desire to kill the robbers who hurt his precious Patton.

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It was after several days later that Patton had recovered enough to stand up and try to convince Logan to stop mothering him. He rolled his eyes affectionately when his husband paced across the room, having internal conflict about whether or not he should leave for work. Patton's ankle was still in a cast, but he knew better than to put weight on it. Deciding to take the risk and trust Patton, he left for work (but only after making sure that he had food prepared, the room was warm enough, he had the first aid kit within arm's reach at all times and a phone was always on him. He literally became a mother hen when Patton was injured). 

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Logan was going on his regular patrol when he came across an alleyway where he noticed several suspicious figures whispering. Deciding listen in on their conversation, he realised he was thankful that he was assigned to that certain area.

"Hey, you got the wallet last night right?" 

"Yeah, the four eyes didn't even see it comin'!"

"Shh, lower your voice!"

"Sorry! But I'm just sayin', the guy was weak as hell! He's a guy but he was super kind to us before he realise we were trying to steal from him! And his wallet has puppy stickers on it! I mean, what kind of guy does that?" 

There it was. Logan knew all too well that Patton put puppy stickers on a majority of his belongings. After all, he was the one who bought the stickers for him. Thank god for that slip of information. 

Whipping out his phone, he dialled the superintendent's number.

"Sir, I've found a couple of robbers. Permission to, excuse the language, kick their asses?" 

Never before had the superintendent heard emotion in Logan's monotone voice, so he was terrified to hear the immeasurable amount of anger reflected in his tone. He had seen Logan training before and he was one of the most fit in the whole of the state. Shivering, he almost felt sorry for the robbers who encountered his rage. Unfortunately for them, the superintendent wasn't brave enough to deny Logan in his current state.

"Permission granted." He said before hurriedly hanging up. He did not want to deal with a pissed off Logan. Nope. No thank you. 

Cracking his knuckles with an malicious grin on his face, Logan cornered the robbers who cowered just at the sight of his blazing glare.

"You dared to mess with my husband. I'm going to make you wish that you were dead by the end of this. Wanna know why?"

They shook their heads in refusal but immediately changed their responses when the glare intensified.

"I'm going to break your bones. One by one. Slowly. Whilst naming them. Each. And. Every. Single. One. Of. Them." 

[SWEARING AT THIS POINT]

Any screams that were heard from the alleyway were ignored when they saw that it was Logan. Every knew that if you pissed off Logan, one of the most popular, well known and calm police officers in town, you really fucked up. 

Am I the only one who loves protective Logan?

I know this isn't the best and I know it's really short. I'm so sorry. I don't know why it turned out so bad today. I'm going to make up for it (hopefully) with my next one-shot though, so look out for it!

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Okay, till next time!

~Corynn