Sanders Sides One-Shots

Blood and Love go Hand in Hand

Fandom(s): Sanders Sides, Thomas Sanders, YouTube

Warnings: Implied violence, blood, self-deprecation, and slight medical elements

Ship(s): Romantic Prinxiety

Roman gripped his bleeding shoulder and stumbled into the mindscape, quickly shutting his bedroom door behind him and leaning heavily against the wall of the hallway, panting heavily. The dragon-witch had struck again, and since it was his princely duty, the royal trait had gone out to fight it. Wounds weren't uncommon for Roman after such a battle, but it seemed a bit worse than normal this time. He was dizzy and couldn't see straight, but he had stopped feeling the pain of his injuries a while ago. Roman sighed shakily and slowly started to make his way down to the kitchen, planning on getting something to eat and the first-aid kit, hoping none of the others were awake, especially a certain angst-lord that would certainly be displeased by his late arrival.

"Ro...Roman? Is that you?" someone said, yawning. Roman flinched and turned towards the kitchen entryway, guilt gnawing at his stomach as he spotted a clearly exhausted Virgil staring at him with worry. He started to form a reply to his lover when a sudden wave of excruciating pain in his side nearly made him fall over. Virgil immediately sprang to his feet, rushing over to the royal trait and wrapping an arm around him. Princey leaned against the dark side heavily and stumbled over to the couch, breathing shakily as he tried to concentrate on something other than the terrible pain he was in.

As soon as Virgil settled Roman down onto the couch, he curled up tightly, hiding his heavily bleeding side, stomach, and arms from his boyfriend. Virgil's expression hardened and he sat next to him, putting a hand on his shoulder and squeezing gently.

"Roman? What happened to you?" the darker trait asked quietly, tilting his head in an attempt to look Roman in the eye. The prince quickly clenched his eyes shut, biting his lip ever so slightly and hoping that Virgil would just go away and leave him to deal with his shame of being defeated in peace.

"Nothing, I'm fine. Go to bed, Virgil," Roman muttered, opening his eyes momentarily and giving the other a quick smile before closing them again. God, his head hurt so bad. Everything hurt, honestly, but now he was feeling dizzy and tired on top of it all. Maybe he should just fall asleep and leave his injuries to be tended to in the morning...

"Whoa, hey. Wake up, Sleeping Beauty!" Anxiety said urgently, now fully awake and at attention. Not caring about Roman's personal space at the moment, Virgil grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him lightly. Roman groaned, head lolling groggily and his eyes fluttering. This was not good. Not good at all. Virgil could feel his heart pounding a mile a minute in his chest, but he had to keep himself calm. Hands trembling, he swiftly kissed Roman's forehead before dashing back into the kitchen, searching desperately through the drawers for the first-aid kit Patton kept for after Roman's adventures. He breathed a sigh of relief and took the box, turning around just in time to see Roman shifting on the couch.

"Virgil, 's fine, really," Roman slurred, grinning lopsidedly and getting onto his feet, stumbling forward and making his way towards the stairs. "I'll just got ta shl-sleep. I can take of it in the mornin'," he added. Virgil shook his head and rushed forward, grabbing Roman by the wrist and looking into his eyes, his expression firm.

"You are staying down here. I'm not going to let you die of blood loss just because you're too stupid to take care of yourself," Virgil said coldly, eyes narrow. Roman's smile faded and he pursed his lips, plopping down onto the couch. He kept his head bowed, staring down at his hands with blank eyes.

"Sorry," he whispered sadly. Virgil ignored him, figuring it was just delusional thinking. Roman would never apologize to him for anything if his life depended on it.

"Here, let me see," Virgil said quietly, gently lifting Roman's arm up off his side. The other flinched and closed his eyes, taking in a shaky breath. Virgil stared at the gaping wound grimly, swallowing hard. Since Roman was a side it would heal quickly on its own in no time, but Virgil wanted to at least clean in so it wouldn't end up getting infected. Roman whimpered as took a cloth with rubbing alcohol and dabbed at the cut in his side. It wasn't too bad, already healing, and wouldn't need stitches. Virgil figured that just gauze would do. Roman's eyes flickered up to the other man's concentrated face as his shirt was unbuttoned and removed, revealing dark bruises littered across his torso. Virgil sighed and shook his head again, glaring sharply at the prince. Roman flinched.

"I-I...I tried to be careful, I swear," Roman said weakly, biting his quivering lip and trying not to cry. Why was he being like this? He was supposed to be a brave and strong prince, not a cowering, crying idiot. He shivered as Virgil's cold fingers brushed along his stomach as he slowly wrapped the gauze around his torso. The touch was too cold, too much, too soon, Roman couldn't stand it. But, he sat as still as he could eyes clenched shut and his trembling hands curled into fists at his sides.

"Hey, don't cry, it's okay," Virgil whispered soothingly, finishing up with dressing Roman's wound before guiding his head to his shoulder, running his fingers through the silky locks. Roman shuddered and buried his face in the crook of Virgil's neck, wrapping his arms around his waist tightly and holding him close, shaking and whimpering softly as he cried. Virgil rocked back and forth gently, running his hand up and down Roman's bare back tenderly, not wanting to upset him further.

"I-I tried but...I couldn't do it! She was too powerful! I-I couldn't...I can't..." Roman's voice trailed off and he sobbed harder, letting all of his frustration, anger, and grief show in his tears and the cracking in his voice. He knew he was being selfish and stupid, forcing the one he loved to do so much for him, but he couldn't help it. He was in pain, in more ways than one, and he hated it. He was weak.

"It's okay sweetheart, not everyone can be perfect all the time," Virgil cooed, kissing the top of Roman's head lightly. "You did your best, right?" Roman sniffled and nodded, glancing up at the other man. Virgil smiled down fondly, pecking his lips before continuing. "That's all anyone can ever ask for." Roman's mouth twitched into a small smile and he nuzzled into Virgil's chest, eyes half-closed with the heavy burden of exhaustion. He was still in pain, but being so close to his beloved, and being so cared for...it made him feel better. Roman vaguely heard Virgil ask if there was anything else he needed, and he blushed slightly, his cheeks turning a soft pink.

"Sleep?" Roman asked timidly, looking up at Virgil with shy, hesitant eyes. Virgil sighed, chuckling fondly and nodding. With little to no effort, he swooped the other up into his arms, carrying Roman towards his room where they would both hopefully get a full night's rest. He gently pushed open to door to Roman's room, smiling as a gust of gentle, warm air washed over him and he was filled with a sudden burst of love, and a feeling of accomplishment. As Virgil settled Roman down into his familiar, soft, red comforter, Roman let out a quiet sigh reached out a hand towards the one who held his heart, a silent plea for him to stay. Virgil quickly kicked off his shoes and removed his hoodie, scooting into bed next to his prince and holding him close.

"I love you, idiot," Virgil muttered, his breathing slowly as he began to drift off to sleep.

"I love you too, emo nightmare," Roman replied fondly, shifting slightly so that his arms were around Virgil's waist. The two soon fell asleep, wrapped in each other's loving embrace, grateful to have overcome the wounds of the past as well as the ones of the present.