Sanders Sides One-shots

Constellations (OTP - Logicality)

Ship: Logicality

It's pure fluff, a promise (sorta) I made to DABOOMDOTCOM on my last one shot, cause it was kinda sorta angsty.

It's kinda philosophical (not really), so prepare for a whole lot of text and not that much dialogue!

Note is at the bottom!

Sometimes it was reassuring to see the grand scheme of things. To not have to worry about the fine details, but to see a general representation. To just sit back and realise that you may not be perfect, but neither are most things.

That there is significance in your insignificance.

Just like the beautiful specks in the sky that we call stars.

When observed in a group, one will always outshine the others. Some will be bigger, some will be smaller, some will be a different colour.

However, take just one and you realise that it has its own shine. It is not reliant on other stars and its beauty does not need to be compared to others to prove it's valid.

But the night sky is like a canvas, blank and incomplete without its features. Take a step back. There is no need to get caught up in the brush strokes or paint colour.

Beauty. Art. Distance yourself from your thoughts and focus your everything onto the canvas. Let the awe pulse through you like the blood in your veins.

And that is how Logan made Patton feel.

His golden hazel eyes focused on him as if he were the only thing right in the world. He looked at him as if it were the first time they fell for each other, when they were lost in each other's intoxicatingly sweet presences. His undivided attention towards him gave him a voice that felt like it could rule the world. The affectionate smile he always shot at him in greeting always felt like Cupid's arrow striking him all over again.

Life with his husband felt perfect and he couldn't ask for more. Patton couldn't help but wonder how he deserved someone like Logan.

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The front door opened and Logan bustled inside, exhausted. He loosened his tie as he made his way to the kitchen, already hearing the sound of crackling oil.

He soon arrived, setting his briefcase down onto the counter just loud enough to announce his arrival. Then, he made his way over to the stove, where his husband was cooking dinner and wrapped his arms around his waist.

"Hello dear," Patton greeted, turning around just enough to capture his lips into a short kiss before turning back to the food.

"Salutations my love."

The couple just stood there together, basking in each other's scents and presences. They let the comfortable silence fill with the sounds of the kitchen. 

Eventually, the stove of switched off and dinner was served. As they ate, they conversed about their days, not really needing to but wanting to hear each other's voices.

Logan's gaze often fell to Patton's lips, his expression subconsciously softening as he observed their perfectly sculpted shape and listened to his soothing voice. 

"Logan dear, I can't handle that look. My heart can't take it." The voice cut through his thoughts, filled with feigned annoyance.

He chuckled quietly, before shaking his head. "I apologise my love."

Clicking his tongue fondly, Patton took his hand into his own, squeezing it gently as they returned to their meals.

Once they had finished and washed up, Logan pulled his significant other into The Room.