Sanders Sides Oneshots 🍂

Bubble Baths and Sweet Snacks (Fateful Fae AU) 🌺 Platonic Moxiety

TW: Mention of Past Injury, Scars, Brief Implications of Pain, Panic, Knives, Violence (Playful)
cw: Bathing Together, Possessiveness, Fire, Food, Remus (Sympathetic- Mentioned), Janus (Sympathetic), Patton (Sympathetic), Crying (Brief), Embarrassment (Brief), Cursing

Background DRLAMP (Platonic)

me? posting twice in a week? crazy. anyway i'm extremely behind in geometry and photography now because all i can focus on is fanfiction-

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Patton maybe shouldn't care for a mortal so much. He didn't even have dibs on him- J had called it far earlier than any of them, whether he'd admit it or not. It was clear he'd claimed V after they had first met. Now that Patton had taken the time- though he genuinely could say it felt more like it was gifted to them- to learn more about the mortal, he fully understood.

V was just too precious. Though he tried to act tough and walled off, his walls seemed to crumble at the smallest expression of affection. Trained stale looks quickly melted away into soft expressions when Patton ruffled his hair or rubbed his back while passing by. A simple praise seemed enough to make him weak at the knees.

Patton definitely didn't underestimate V's ability though. V could take care of himself- as he'd expressed constantly at the endless care that the chorus of fae had to give. V would cook on his own in the dead of night, go foraging, go on walks. Even when V had first arrived, he was fierce and careful to read deeply into what others were saying, searching for hidden meanings behind words that they would say. It took weeks for V to finally allow the others to be gentle with him- a little longer for him to allow the Duke to come anywhere near him.

Duke whined about it every day when he'd find V sitting by one of the others or sharing a tender moment. His whining only earned him a smack upside the head by J and a hearty laugh from Princey.

Patton learned quickly and took note of everything V enjoyed. His favorite drink was a hot chocolate with a small amount of spiced rum. His favorite food was pasta with just a ladle worth of sweet tomato sauce. His favorite smell was lavender and vanilla with just a hint of juniper.

Patton adored how particular V was and was always determined to find out more of his favorite things, find out what he loved, find out what he hated; the faeries actually shared a list of things that V hated as a precaution- none of them wished to make him unhappy. And how could they?

V was their everything. The fun they'd been searching for hundreds of years. The random factor, a common cause for them to come together. The final piece that they always felt was missing but just couldn't find until now. They would recreate reality just for him; rewrite every story, spin and weave the world until it was perfect for V.

V was theirs and Patton was eternally grateful to the universe for it.

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V sighed happily, pushing his head against Patton's hands and he lathered V's hair. Fingers scratched pleasantly against his scalp as he was washed. His eyes had fallen shut a long time ago, his long lashes fluttering every few moments. Patton smiled gently at the mortal, warmth filling his chest as the boy practically melted under his touch.

"Do you like that little one?" Patton hummed, chuckling slightly when V sighed blearily back and leaned more and more against his hands and the tub. White suds shimmered from the candlelight nearby, the warm glow of the fire making V's skin glow.

"Lean your head back a bit kiddo, I don't want to irritate your eyes." Patton warned, muttering a soft praise when he tilted his head. The fae frowned at the sight of bruises covering V's neck. Words caught in his throat; it pained him to ignore the possibility that V was in danger, but he also tried so hard to rationalize it. Before he could get too deep into his own head, he realized that V was looking up at him through cloudy eyes.