Sanders Sides Oneshots

Virgil X Remy

If you have been reading this already, then you have already read this and the next two chapters. I just didn't have enough motivation to continue the Virgil X Everyone stuff.

Sleepxiety

Virgil's POV

Virgil was painting.

There were paintbrushes on almost every surface, except his carpeted floor.

Each brush stroke created another part of something.

Someone.

Why did everything he created have to be Remy?

He looked at his closet.

The door was open so he could see the newest stack of canvases that had been used to recreate the sassy side.

He sighed and shook his head.

His crush had evolved into actual romantic feelings.

Of course, he had to fall in love with his best friend.

And Remy wasn't interested in that kind of stuff, he said that he wanted to be free all of Thomas's life. He didn't want to be chained down by a relationship.

Virgil set down the brush and backed up to see what it looked like so far.

But before he could get a good look, the door opened.

'Shit!' He thought and quickly closed his closet door, hiding the paintings inside.

He then jumped in front of the painting to obscure it from the intruder's view.

But he was too late, and he knew that.

Remy's POV

"Virgil?"

The man in question was staring at the floor, but at his name, he looked up.

"What's that?" He pointed to the painting behind his friend's torso.

"N-nothing."

Remy carefully picked up the smaller side and set him on his bed to get him out of the way.

As he stared at the unfinished painting, his mouth slowly opening wider as he realized what it was a painting of.

It was him and another man. The other man was leaning his head on his shoulder, and Remy had his arm wrapped around the other man's waist. He couldn't tell who, as it wasn't finished, but it was either Virgil or Logan because of the darker colors and the slight blue/purple color.

Since Virgil was the one painting it, he assumed that it was him in the picture.

As he looked closer, he realized something else.

There was a sense of longing that was used to paint this.

Virgil was longing for this, whatever it was.

He looked up at the anxious side that was on the bed.

"I'm... I'm sorry. You weren't meant to see this." Virgil said softly.

Oh. That's what he was wanting.

Remy turned back to the painting to realize what it was depicting, "Well, I'm glad I did you a**hole."

He then grabbed Virgil's collar and barely brushed his lips against Virgil's.

Virgil's POV

Virgil was stunned as Remy pulled away.

"I'm sorry that I didn't ask for consent, it's just that the painting was about me and you, and how we could, uhh, we could- can I kiss you again?"

Virgil nodded slowly, still slightly dazed that his dreams were coming true.

This one lasted only a few seconds, but it was sweet and perfect, and the truth.

The truth that they were both in love with one another, but never knew how to say it, but fate had finally brought them together.

There was a knock on the door, followed by a "Kiddo! I brought you some dinner. I'm coming in!"

The two jumped apart seconds before the door was opened.

"Oh! Hi Remy!" He looked from Remy to Virgil and back, "Oh. I see," He smiled smugly as he set the tray of food down on the bed and walked out of the room, "I won't tell anyone, I promise!"

Virgil was sure his face was on fire.

"So what does this mean for us?" Virgil asked.

"Babes, I think it means that you and I are a thing."

"But what about the others?"

"Do you want to tell them, hide it, or let them find out?"

"Let them find out."

"Well..."

"What?"

"You wanna go on a date sometime?"

"Sure. I have to help with a video tomorrow, but how about Saturday?"

"Deal," Remy looked at a clock on the wall, "I gotta go now, see ya."

Virgil saluted as the sassy side sank out.