Sanders Sides One Shots

Proud - Platonic Prinxiety

It's Virgil's first pride, he's all by himself, until he meets his soulmate. Except they're not his soulmate, well, they are. Virgil knows he needs to explain. His soulmate is very understanding. Human AU. Based off the idea of more platonic soulmates in fanfics.

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Virgil is known for being a nervous human being. He's got a lot to be nervous about, namely finding (or rather not finding) his soulmate. But this, this is something else. Too much. He almost instantly regrets it when he sees the crowd of people. He can do this, maybe if he tells himself that enough it'll be true. So, he just stands to the side observing the people, the colours, the flags. Pride is so pretty. He doesn't mind it aesthetically but people, the social aspect scares the life out of him.

He's still standing at the sidelines when the march starts, following the crowd at a distance. Pulling hoodie sleeves down slightly in nervousness, his soulmark covered by the dark material, aware of his palms sweating, he breathes deeply a few times to calm himself. It doesn't quite work but he's fine, this is fine. He goes back to watching the people, the eccentric clothing and colours but also the normal ones, the people that look just like him, it's comforting.

It takes longer than he expects to get to the field where the event is mainly held, not that he would know he's never been to Pride before. He distracts himself for a while by reading his soulmate's name again, and again, even though he knows exactly what it says. There's stalls, a stage, food carts, all sorts. Virgil pauses, still standing to the side, and assesses the situation, his nerves calming slightly when he realises that no one cares that he's here, he doesn't know anyone here, so, no one will bother him.

"Hey." Nevermind. "Um, hi," Virgil replies instinctively, turning slightly to see whoever has just spoken to him. He's shocked, and he knows he shouldn't be, when he turns to see a gorgeous drag queen standing there, brown hair curled and red dress on, looking at him slightly concerned. "Sorry, I just thought you looked pretty lonely standing here all by yourself," they say, bright red lips smiling at him and he can't help but smile back.

"It's okay if you want to be alone, I just wanted to check." Virgil feels touched that someone cares so much even just to check if he is okay. "Y-yeah, I'm okay, it's just, uh, this is my first Pride, like, ever." Virgil cringes inwardly at his stuttering and that he's admitting this all to a stranger. "Sorry," he quickly apologises but the queen shakes their head, "it's no need to apologise darling, what's your name?"

"Uh, Virgil," he hesitantly admits and the queen just smiles brighter, "Virgil?" The question has more to it than is said. "Virgil Steere?" And Virgil just dumbly nods then it hits him. Soulmates. "Shit." Is all he can say. Then there's an awkward pause before he's speaking again, "you're Roman Stafford I'm guessing?" And the queen is nodding, teeth showing in his smile now, "also known as Scarlet Fever."

And Virgil's laughing before he can stop himself, of course, him being the closeted guy he is, his soulmate is a drag queen. Shit, he's closeted not to mention- "I'm ace." Well, that's not how he wanted to tell his soulmate but it's done now. Virgil feels his face heat up as Roman just looks at him. "Can I...?" Roman trails off making a vague gesture but Virgil nods regardless, and Roman takes his hand in his own.

Virgil just stares at their joined hands, Roman's beautiful acrylic fingers squeezing his own in a comforting way. "It's okay," Roman says, voice nothing but comforting and accepting, "I'm glad you told me, even though you didn't need to." And Virgil definitely not going to cry right now, he might have done had he not been in public. "So, do you want to hang around for a bit, I mean the group I came with probably won't mind losing me for a while." Virgil agrees quickly, Roman doesn't let go of their hands as he drags him around the stalls.

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"Virgil you piece of shit, I hate you so much right now!" Virgil only smirks from where he's sitting on their sofa knowing Roman's shouting at him because he stole his make up this morning. "You love me really," Virgil shouts back, not looking up from his phone, smiling fondly when Roman's voice echoes quieter through their apartment, "you're damn right I do."

Virgil laughs at how sappy Roman is but he wouldn't have him any other way. Roman enters their living room soon enough, mainly neutral makeup on today aside from the red eyeshadow as well as plain white jeans and a t-shirt, and his red bomber jacket. "Ready?" He asks, raising an eyebrow to Virgil, taking in his appearance too. "Yep!" He jumps up from the sofa, not realising until now that Roman has his hands behind his back.

"What are you hiding? You're so strange," Virgil just looks at him suspiciously, and Roman at least has the audacity to look sheepish. "Okay I may or may not have prepared something but you don't have to have it or bring it with," Roman says, pulling material out from behind him, it takes Virgil a second to realise that they're flags. One very colourful one, clearly the gay flag, the other black, grey, white, and purple, the asexual flag; they're both very large. And Virgil thinks he might cry tears of joy but he doesn't want to ruin his makeup.

"Like I said you don't have to wear it or even like it, forget it, bad idea," Roman says, seeing Virgil's eyes brimming with tears he feels so guilty. "No, no, no. It's great. I love it," Virgil says, taking his flag in his hands, just feeling the material. "Really?" Roman is shocked, stunned, "um, good, come on we should get going then." Roman wraps his flag around him like a cape, tying it tightly around his neck, then pulling a pose which Virgil laughs at.

"Beautiful," Virgil says, sarcasm heavy in his voice, and then he wraps his own flag around himself. Roman cups Virgil face gently when he finishes repeating Virgil's own words that he too is beautiful only less sarcastic, then he lightly slaps Virgil almost to knock himself out of it. They both laugh before Roman speaks up, "ready for Pride?" Virgil nods and allows himself to be lead outside, this time he's not alone, not scared, with his soulmate.