Sanders Sides One-shots (and maybe multiple part stories, I dunno)

Pride Month | DRLAMP

"Hold still Virgil!" Roman whined, trying to paint the rainbow flag onto Virgil's cheek. The cold feeling of the substance caused Virgil to shudder whenever it made contact, which in turn made Roman had to restart so he could redraw the colors in straight lines.

As Roman painted faces, Patton and Remus worked together to bake cookies in as many different colors as they could. Patton colored his cookie's batter with food dye and added fun flavors while Remus found his own way to make the tastes . . . questionable at best.

Logan and Janus worked on painting their own banners and flags with different pride symbols and flags. Every so often Janus would lean over and softly peck Logan's cheek whenever he noticed the logical man getting frustrated with the paint. This caused him to ease back up again.

After a few hours the six of them all dropped what they were doing. Patton and Remus had boxed up all the cookies, Roman and Virgil put all the paint away, and Logan and Janus hung up all the different art pieces they had created. The six dropped into a pile on the couch, each snuggling up to whoever was closest. Patton wrapped his arms around Virgil and the smaller side nuzzled into the comforting warmth of the father figure. Roman leaned against Patton's shoulder with Janus in his lap snuggling close to the three. Logan and Remus cuddled up to each other on the other side of Patton but soon enough the six were all a tangled up in a cuddle pile. They didn't really mind who they ended up having to cuddle, they were just happy to be there.

"I fucking love you guys." Remus cooed. He had end up sprawled against Janus with Virgil in his lap. Despite the quiet reminder from Patton to watch his language everyone responded with an 'I love you too' right back. Even Roman, though their love was more of a brother thing.

The group sat in calm silence, loving kisses being shared. There wasn't anyone there who didn't receive love from someone else and everyone was happy. Remus had been tired out from baking so he wasn't his usual grotesque self, instead he was more winded down. Logan had gotten fed up with the art one too many times and he was burnt out and ready to head to sleep. Virgil was tired in general due to his horrible sleep pattern and would have fallen asleep on the spot if it hadn't been for the uncomfortable texture his face paint left. Patton was rubbing his eyes and yawning, the warmth from all the bodies around him making him drowsy. Janus was being crushed by Remus and without a choice of where he could move he allowed himself to drift into a dream state, his hat covering his face as he layed against the arm of he couch. The only one who seemed to still have any energy was Roman. As he watched his boyfriends and brother all drift away he sat there. He looked around at all the art adorning the walls, the scent of the cookies that Patton and Remus had baked earlier still lingering in the air. The prince took in a deep breath and let out a dreamy sigh. 

"Roman." He heard a groggy voice mumble. He snapped away from his thoughts and looked down at the tangle of men, trying to find the voice that had called to him. It was dark, smooth like chocolate, tired, a hint of annoyance. Roman looked and as he expected he saw Virgil's deep purple eyes staring at him. 

"What is it love?" Roman asked, carefully shifting Patton and Logan out of his lap so he could move to the floor and sit by Virgil.

"Can you take me to the bedroom? Preferably after washing the paint off my face? My Remus mattress isn't cutting it and I need somewhere comfier." Virgil whispered quietly to him. Roman let out a quiet giggle and carefully shifted the small emo out of his brother's arms and into his own. He felt Virgil's hands twist into his shirt and cling to him tightly. Roman let a smile slip onto his face and he hummed a quiet tune as he strode towards the bathroom. 

The prince set the little emo on the counter and grabbed a soft purple rag from the bathroom closet. He continued to hum his sweet tune as he wet the cloth. He turned and placed the rag on Virgil's cheek, rubbing the paint off. Virgil scrunched his face up.