Sanders Sides One-shots

Child (BROTP - Patton x Deceit)

Ship: BROTP Patton x Deceit (does anyone know the actual ship name? CAUSE I SURE AS HELL DON'T LMAO)

TW: Swearing (I think), Homophobia, discrimination-ish against LGBTQ+ (nothing too bad, dw)

This story is kinda based off how family bonds aren't always best, and also a kinda fatherly bond kinda chapter.

I'm so used to writing with he/him pronouns, so it's HIGHLY LIKELY that I'll accidentally fuck up somewhere, so please point it out and I'll fix it up.

I'll be talking about how I'm feeling now at the bottom, and also explaining why I took so damn long to update, lol

Note is at the bottom!

Sometimes, they wondered if they'd forgotten what 'home' meant.

But then they gave their eyes the freedom to wander, and as a result, gave the same freedom to their mind as well.

Their eyes caught upon the dimly lit hallways. The collected dust on shelves of their room. The door that had barely been opened by anyone but themself now. The sudden pile up of chores. The lack of interested replies. The onslaught of noncommittal noises as retorts. The reluctance in the movements to pack their lunches. The drawn out, exasperated sighs that punctuated any form of eye-contact. The few scraps of food left for them on the table when they were left alone. The abrupt increase in 'business trips'.

And then, they decided that no, they didn't wonder whether or not they knew the definition of home anymore.

They knew they didn't know anymore.

Because what is a home without love? Without trust? Without acceptance?

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"What a smart move." The lazy, mocking drawl was accompanied by slow clapping that resounded off the unfamiliar walls. Covered in chipped grey paint and numerous cobwebs, the walls were the foundations of the dilapidated house they had awoken themselves in.

Dragging a hand that was, strangely, not bound to their other, towards their temples in an attempt to massage the pounding ache away, they squinted at the veil of darkness that covered the ominous figure in the corner who had finally stopped their mockery.

"Where am I?" Their voice cracked and sounded as hoarse as it usually did after 'debates' with their parents, but was otherwise usable.

"Heaven." The voice deadpanned, seemingly refusing to release its grasp on scornful sarcasm.

"Thank heavens for that." It wasn't often they cursed their insatiable desire to crack a pun, but it wasn't often that one got kidnapped either.

"You've just gotten kidnapped. And you made a pun."

"Yes."

"You truly are a strange one. Though, I suppose it is expected, considering your parents are Roman and Logan Sanders. Their influence must have rubbed off on you."

"It really hasn't..." They shifted on the surprisingly comfortable bed, though it didn't relieve any of the discomfort they felt towards the topic of their parents.

"I'm surprised. I thought with Logan's internally soft disposition and Roman's flamboyant romantic gestures, their son would have picked up on some of that."