Sander's Sides One Shots

Camping part one- Prinxiety

HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII! This was written while I was supposed to be studying for my midterms that I had the next day, but here I am. This is a two parter, with the next part being the same story, but in Patton and Logan's perspective. Enjoy!

Prompt: Being forced to share a bed AU's

Human

This is going to be so fun!” Patton’s voice rang out from somewhere ahead of Roman; he couldn't tell where because” of all of the fog. They had just arrived at their cabin in the woods, Patton’s newest “family outing” idea. It had been a brutal three hours in the car, and Roman couldn't wait to sleep. But first, they actually had to enter the cabin.

“Here it is! Our very own log cabin! For the next three days, this is all ours!” Patton exclaimed, gaily.

“Patton, you are way too energetic to have just been driving for three hours,” Virgil mumbled, but Patton didn’t hear over his excitement.

Welp, here it is! We have two beds and a kitchenette. Plus a bathroom, of course.” As Logan and Patton started putting their things away, Roman collapsed on the bed and started to doze off.

“I don’t think Patton is going to be happy with you if you fall asleep now.” A voice that Roman recognized as Virgil broke through his rest. He opened his eyes to Virgils faces.

“Well too bad for him. I’m drained. I refuse to get up for anything.” Roman draped his arm dramatically over his face.

“It’s time for marshmallows, kiddos!” Roman bolted upward, energized at the promise of sugar.

“Anything huh?” Virgil chuckled.

“Oh shush.”

Roman didn’t think he had ever had marshmallows as good as these. Virgil had roasted them to a golden brown, making them perfectly melted inside.

“We should tell stories! Who wasn’t to go first?” Patton had immediately stuffed four marshmallows in his mouth when they got outside and continued to eat five more after that, so he was sufficiently sugar-high.

“I shall!” Roman always jumped at the opportunity to tell a story

“It was so terribly cold.” Roman began, “Snow was falling, and it was almost dark. Evening came on, the last evening of the year. In the cold and gloom a poor little girl, bareheaded and barefoot, was walking through the streets. Of course when she had left her house she'd had slippers on, but what good had they been?” As he told the story, Roman noticed Virgil lead towards him, hanging on every word.

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"’She wanted to warm herself,’ the people said. No one imagined what beautiful things she had seen, and how happily she had gone with her old grandmother into the bright New Year.” When Roman finished the story, he could see Patton crying into Logan’s shoulder. He also noticed that Virgils eyes had some tears of its own. Had he really caused Virgil, stony Virgil who never shows his emotion, to cry? He supposed it was a very sad story.

“Amazing,” Patton exclaimed through his tears, “That was so raw. I loved it!” Logan nodded in agreement.

“Yeah,” Virgil whispered, “Raw.”

“I cannot wait to sleep,” Roman declared as he fell onto his and Virgil’s shared bed.

“Same,” Virgil agreed, also throwing himself onto the bed. Roman smiled and draped his led across Virgil to annoy him.

“Uhg. Move it Sir Sing-a-Lot.” Roman smiled at the nickname as he fell asleep, managing to squeeze out a ‘Hot Topic’ before being claimed by sleep.

He woke up to heavy breathing, but it took him a minute to realize that it was Virgil. He debated what to do. Should he try and help Virgil? Or would he prefer to be left alone? He finally decided he should do the kind thing and talk to Virgil and turned around to face him.

“Hey,” he said, softly, “Is everything alright?” There was no response. “Do you need help?”

“Yeah,” Virgil said softly. 

“Ok,” Roman struggled to think of what to do, “Can you breathe? Well, obviously you an. But can you steady your breathing? Maybe sit up? Um, what’s bothering you?” He was starting to panic himself, “I can, um, I could get you water? Milk? Turn on the light?”

“No,” Virgil piped up, “Could you just, hold me?”

“What,” Roman was taken back, “Sure, yeah, of course, no problem, totally.” He was rambling, and he knew it. Suddenly, he stopped as Virgil laid his head on his chest. He even stopped breathing for a moment. But then he remembered the situation and put his arm around Virgil. As they laid there together, Roman felt Virgil relax, and eventually fall asleep. Roman had never been happier