Sander sides one shots

Prinxiety - Mistletoe Misadventures

Roman woke up later than he usually did. It was Christmas day and the princely man's excitement for the festive occasion was unfathomable, it had kept him up till 3am. It was now 9am and to put it bluntly, Roman didn't want to get of bed. In fact, the urge to return to slumber was so overbearing he turned over to seek a more comfortable position.

He was about to continue to search for his perfect spot, when I saw it. A breakfast of bacon and eggs with a glass of orange juice on the side sitting on his bedside table. Patton. The best padre I could ever have. At least I assumed it was him. It felt rude to not consume so Roman was about to accept the offer of nourishment when he noticed there was no fork.

The clever devil. He concluded Logan had helped the father figure deliver the meal. You see, without a fork Roman couldn't eat it without being an absolute barbarian but if he didn't eat it Patton would be sad and no one wanted to see, deal with or even think about that. Plus, Roman was starving. Now Roman was forced out of his bed.  He figured he might as well use the opportunity to get dressed and begin his day.

Roman dressed into his updated Christmas sweater, which he and Patton had designed along with everyone else's a few day previously. He brushed his fringe back in a futile attempt to appear both tidier and more put together than he had previously. Roman escaped his room and began his treacherous journey down the hall and toward the kitchen.

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Surprisingly, Virgil had gone to sleep and awoke that morning at reasonable time. On Christmas no less. This was a once in a lifetime thing, never happened before and boy, did Patton let him know that. He really was a dad in that regard. Possibly even more surprisingly, Roman was yet to wake up. In fact, Virgil was beginning to get worried.

What if he had gone to imagination to wake himself up and something bad happened?

The main trait Virgil represented, anxiety, began kicking in. He went to check on Roman a while ago. He wasn't hurt, just asleep, snoring loudly like there was no tomorrow. He sighed in relief. Virgil decided against waking up the prince and instead decided to make him breakfast. Virgil was actually an excellent cook but none of the other sides knew except Patton.

When Virgil brought the bacon, eggs and orange juice to Roman's room, he had forgotten the fork by accident. Roman still was asleep so Virgil opted to place it on the bedside table. Before he left however, Virgil placed a light kiss to the princes forehead. It barely lasted a split second but a closed mouth grin still appeared on Roman's face.

It had been an hour since then and Virgil was worried again. Roman still hadn't come out. He didn't to seem obsessed to Patton and Logan so he waited till the urge to check on Roman became completely unbearable. He stood from his place, lying face down on the carpet in front of the Christmas tree. He approached the hallway and was about to walk though the open doorway when Roman finally turned the last corner.

Roman didn't seem to notice Virgil as he was looking at his boots until he looked up and he and Virgil's faces were inches apart. Both their checks got a honorary Christmas painting of crimson at the closeness. They stayed like that for what felt like years but were probably mere seconds in silence until Virgil decided to say something.

"You look like hell." It was true, Roman did. His hair was disheveled and his jeans were on the wrong way round as he did it in a rush. His eyes were drooping in tiredness. Roman gasped, putting his hand on his chest in mock shock. "Excuse you, I look fabulous!" He changed his position to his signature pose, looking upwards before suddenly gasping dramatically.

He covered his mouth in horror before looking Virgil in the eye, the colour visibly drained from his face. "What?" Roman pointed upwards. Virgil looked up and the colour fell from his face too. There, hanging from the doorway was mistletoe. A freaking mistletoe. God damn it, Patton. "W-well, I suppose..." Roman rubbed the back of his neck but Virgil didn't see for he was focused on the plant.

"Tradition must be held!" That stole his attention however. "Wait, wha-" Before Virgil could object, Roman had stolen his lips with his. At first, he was shocked, his eyes were plastered open but before long his eyes closed and let himself fully into the moment. He wrapped his arms around Roman's neck while Roman rested on Virgil's back.

The prince's lips tasted of cream and sugar which was much contrasted by Virgil's which tasted of dark chocolate and decent coffee. However, the two made an addicting taste together which left the two men wanting more and more until there was none left. It was perfect to say the least, almost feeling magical as their lips moved in unison, creating the brilliant taste.

Unfortunately, those moments of pure bliss don't last forever.

Eventually, Virgil pulled away from the passionate kiss. He walked away from Roman and towards Patton who was squealing and shaking Logan out of pure joy. Logan was trying to force down his smile. Virgil sat on the couch on Patton's left and he pulled out his phone as if nothing happened despite the mental panic he was in.

Roman was in a daze until he remembered why he had ventured to this side of the house in the first place. The thing was though, Roman wasn't hungry anymore. At least not for the same thing.

Well, Roman was certainly wide awake now.