Sanders Sides - Agere Oneshots (DISCONTINUED)

Colors- CG!Roman, Little!Logan

ships: Logince, in an established CGLRE dynamic. 

Summary: Logan doesn't like being scared. He doesn't like the tummy ache he gets when he does something that makes him nervous. But there's so many colors to name, so many stars to look at. Maybe his Daddy can make the scary things go away. 

warnings: Little Logan is very anxious, this is me experimenting with a new style of writing (lmk if you like it), Little Logan gets put in a diaper, and fluff.

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Going to sleep alone seemed so scary. Daddy would've told him that it was time for bed, surely. But he couldn't sleep. A whine came from him, quiet and high pitched. He sat up, reaching forward for something to cuddle. 

His hand clumsily picked out a white bear from the pile of comforting soft toys at the end of his bed. Daddy and the others were so nice. They got him stuffies and toys, and that made him so happy! He giggled, smiling at that. Then, he pouted. 

It was late, he worked harder then his caregiver would've wanted him to. If he knew about this, he would've pulled him away from his desk hours ago and put him to sleep. But he was bad. He lied to his Daddy, and now he didn't get cuddles or kisses or warm bottles of milk.

When did he start crying? He couldn't tell you. It just seemed that suddenly, tears were flowing down his face and the fur on his bear was getting wet. 

He also couldn't tell you when he fell into the trap that was his littlespace. He finished his work and laid in bed, and suddenly he was a baby that wanted nothing but cuddles from his beloved caregiver. 

He pulled his blankie around his shoulders, letting it trail behind him as he struggled to walk to his door. His brain felt fuzzy, and he was suddenly very clumsy. "Daddy?" he mumbled underneath his breath, as he opened his door and stumbled across the hall. He felt a sudden sinking feeling in his chest, Virgil would've told him that it was anxiety. 

Manifested in the childish form of a tummy ache. Would Daddy be mad at him for staying up so late? He debated his choices, he was still sniffling and just wanted one of Roman's cuddly warm hugs. 

"Daddy!" he spoke louder, knocking on the door a few times, before stepping back, and squeezing his stuffed animal tightly in order to brace himself. The door swung open a few moments later. Roman examined Logan, a soft and worried look in his eyes. 

"I thought you went to bed after dinner, darling." he opened his arms, silently offering a hug. Logan took up the offer, melting into the embrace. He felt his heartbeat against his cheek as he cuddled into his chest. "Did you stay up to finish that work you mentioned?" Roman pondered, lightly swaying and running his fingers through the little boys hair. 

Logan suddenly pulled away from the affectionate carer before him, whining and stepping back. His thumb softly landed in his mouth, and he sniffled lightly. "Awe, it's alright, Little Prince. Just trying to make sure you don't overwork yourself. Or else we end up with stress induced regressions, like these." Roman came closer to him, cupping his face and running his thumb softly across his cheek. Logan's face didn't feel wet and sticky anymore. "You're okay, sweetheart. You don't have to be scared."

Logan felt safe, and all he wanted was to fall asleep in his caregivers arms.

Roman dropped his hand after a few seconds of staring into Logan's innocent eyes, taking the hand that Logan wasn't sucking on and lightly guiding him into his room. "Let's use this instead, hmm?" Roman picked up one of Logan's pacifiers from the drawer of his bedside table. 

"Boo." Logan babbled as Roman pulled his thumb from his mouth, pouting. Roman held the nipple of the pacifier to his lips, and Logan took it in his mouth.