Sanders sides oneshots (request closed)

You are my sunshine

type: human AU

ship: Royality

genre: angst

requested by: mysteriouss.art (on insta)

TW: death, murder, guns, blood

word count: 1096

"RomanRomanRomanRomanRomanRoman," Doodles bounced on Roman's room, making the side sight in frustation, turning in his seat, noticing the abcence of both Eden and Lynn
"Where are your friends, you goblin child?" Roman asked
"Aww, thanks for the compliment!" Doodles beamed. Roman frowned, "And Eden is... well, idk, really. Some issues, bla bla bla, long boring story. Basically, heavy bad shit happens in today's thingy and I don't want to bother them"
"Is that so?" He asked, "And what do you exactly have planned?"
"To murder you!" Doodles smiled, a smile too sweet and enthusiastic for the words it said
"Wait-"
"Enjoy your loss!" They snapped her fingers, Roman dissapearing into the void. In another part of the midpalace, Patton dissapeared as well, altho he didn't know what was going on

Neither Roman nor Patton suspected what'll happen that late march afternoon, altho the weather did seem to suspect some of the tragic events that'll follow, already darkening down in expectation. The skies were grey, heavy clouds varying form snow white to coal, completely extended beyond what the eye could see, threatening with a storm.

The two lovers were oblivious to this fact. That afternoon, their biggest concern was to find a cab that'll take them both home after spending most of their day by the park, having a long picnic and a small lesson on how to make flower crowns (which Patton was delighted with)

Neither of them suspected that the posts in Roman's Instagram story would end up becoming so harmful. The man had uploaded several one's showing selfies of himself or photographs of his boyfriend throughout the day, remarking on how much they were enjoying themselves. In itself, the act was harmless. The thing that made it so lethal was one of Roman's followers, who hadn't joined the friendly community to have a nice time and enjoy the content the actor made.

You see, Patton was a lawyer. A fairly good one, in fact, winning many of his cases. But, in some occasions, he lost. In this case, he had lost a case where he had failed to prove the innocence of a certain man, in part because he was guilty and there was a lot of evidence. The resent from this certain individual was excessive, blaming the innocent man for the failure of the case.

So, when Patton and Roman were trying to find a taxi, the man polished his gun, positioning himself at a close enough range to shoot.

Something caught Roman's eye. It was the reflection of a lonely ray of sun shining back towards his face. While still laughing from one of Patton's puns, he turned his head almost instinctively, trying to locate the light source. Through the corner of the eye, he visualized a dark figure, wearing a long, black trench coat, a metal object in his hands. But not any metal object.

A gun.

A gun which was aimed towards them.

A gun which was aimed towards Patton's heart.

The next few events occurred within seconds, but for Roman everything went in slow motion.

His head completely turned, finally focusing on the man and his gun. The finger tensed on the trigger, gun firing, loud striking sound of thunder resonating with it. Silver bullet flying across the air at an immense speed. Roman pushing Patton back, his boyfriend tripping over and falling onto the concrete, Roman positioning himself where the other used to be. A blow. A pushing force making him fall as well.

A few seconds of nothing.

Of shock.

Of screaming.

Of the muffled sounds of panic on the streets blocked away by the adrenaline.

A blurry shape. Since when where things blurry? And the wetness. Wetness in his eyes. Wetness on his chest. The taste of salt, the color red tinting his vision, staining his hands.

Suddenly, Patton felt himself be pushed by Roman, tripping, falling over. He looked at his boyfriend just when the bullet hit his chest, the force pulling him down as well.

Panic.

That was the best word to describe what Patton felt in that moment

Panic.

He looked over to where he figured the bullet came from. Just a flash from a stranger in a trench coat. But it was no stranger. It was a client. A client that was a murderer. A killer. A killer that disappeared in the shadows when the screams began.

It was him. It was Patton who screamed. Who cried. Who cradled back to Roman, taken aback by what he saw. His boyfriend. His lover. His everything. On the floor. Bleeding. For once, he had been wearing something different, something white. Now, from the hole in his chest, a crimson color tinted the turtleneck so it matched the rest of his wardrobe.

He was breathing. At least he was breathing. But not strongly, not steadily. How long? How long until the breathing stopped?

"Roman-" Patton found himself sobbing, applying pressure on the wound with his cardigan, his shaking hands now bloody as well, "Roman... D- do, don't worry. I- I here. I got you. Wait. Stay. Stay with me. Stay. Please- please don't-"

"Y... You..." Roman mumbled, his before clear voice now rough.

"Yes? I'm here. I'm here," Patton brushed away his tears, making more damage than good, his cheeks now red

"You are my sunshine..." Roman whispered. Even if his voice was broken, it was obvious he was making an effort to hum the song, "My- only sunshine. You make me... happy"

Roman coughed, blood from his mouth splattering Patton's polo, leaving a small stream fall down the corner of his lips. Roman was sweating now, crying, but that didn't stop his tune

"When... skies- when skies are- grey. You'll... never know. My dear. How..." Roman's voice turned into a whisper. The blood had now dyed the turtleneck completely, "How much... I- love you."

Roman's mouth remained slightly open, so did his eyes, but the tears that streamed out of those emeralds just a second ago had stopped, leaving them dry. The pressure on his chest lightened as Patton moved his hands, desperately trying to find Roman's pulse. It wasn't there. He was dead. He was dead. He was dead.

"Please don't take my sunshine away" Patton choked out, hugging the corpse of his boyfriend, staining himself with the crimson liquid.

An ambulance came. The sirens where heard. Patton's phone buzzed and buzzed and buzzed. But it didn't matter.

He was gone.

His sunshine.

Gone.

Alright this was depressing!

:D

sorry lmao, but I asked my friend for ideas and she decided this so-

Don't worry, i'm not a complete monster, there's royality fluff comming up soon as a small apology

idk how much time it'll take me tho

Ba-bye!