Hiii!!! i love your blog and your sanders sides fics give me life <3 i was wondering if you could do some fluff since there's a lot of angsty fics. maybe like a sickfic or something (ily and your blog so much and you're a total cutie :D)
Gah thank you sweetie!
You didn’t tell me who you wanted so you get LAMP human AU, hope that’s ok
Patton was just getting home from a late shift, when he opened the door to his apartment, surprised to still see lights on. And saw what looked to be an explosion.
Roman lay cradled against Logan on the couch under a pile of blankets and discarded tissues. He was snoring slightly and his red nose stood out against his paler than normal face. Behind them the kitchen was a disaster, discarded pans and half chopped ingredients littered the countertop and a soup pot was boiling over on the stove as Anxiety studied a recipe.
“What happened in here?” he asked somewhat shocked. When he had left that morning everything had been fine.
“What happened?” Anxiety echoed, sounding like he had been pushed well past being annoyed, “ what happened was Princey over there got a little cold and has been a royal pain on the ass ever since. Seriously, I made Logan come home early because I just couldn’t take it anymore.” He huffed, pulling the soup off the stove and sloshing it into a bowl. “Give that to him, will you? I need a break.” Patton watched wide-eyed as Ann stormed off.
He gave the soup a cautious sniff, wanting to make sure it was in fact fit for human consumption, before walking back into the living room. He set the soup down on the coffee table quietly upon realizing that Logan had also drifted off. He reached forward in an attempt to gently pull his glasses off without waking him. Which of course failed as Lo jolted awake, blinking at him in confusion a few times.
“Hey, how was work?” he yawned at him.
“Same old. How was your day? Sounds like its pretty bad if Ann made you come home early.” Logan just smiled at that.
“ the only person more dramatic than Roman, is Anxiety. I mean yes Ro was pretty fussy and demanding today, but Ann was convinced Roman was on his deathbed. I tell you those two just feed into each others fantasies. ”
Pat nodded in agreement, running a hand over Romans forehead to assure himself that the other wasn’t to terribly sick.
“Do we dare try and feed him this soup, or should we just get him upstairs.” he said with a slight chuckle, holding the soup up for Logan to inspect.
“Ugh. Roman did request chicken noodle soup, but I’m not sure that qualifies.”
Patton laughed again, running his hands through Romans hair. “Roman? ”
The sick man just grumbled in his sleep and turned his face into Logan’s chest. “Come on hun, lets get you up into bed.” he said and began peeling off the blankets.
“ Noooo” Ro moaned as Logan stood up, dislodging him from his lap. Patton took his hands and pulled him to a standing position.
“Oh Pats, I do not feel well at all.”
“Tell me what’s wrong.” he slipped an arm around his waist and began guiding him to the stairs.
“I’m all stuffed up, and my throat is scratchy. My head feels so heavy it may just fall off. ”
“I’m sorry baby” he cooed, knowing that’s all Roman really wanted. “I think I’ve got some vapo rub, do you want some before you go to bed?”
Roman nodded pathetically, sitting dejectedly on the side of the bed, where Ann was (pretending to be) asleep. Quickly he ducked into the bathroom looking for the desired medicine, but by the time he got back Prince was already asleep, Anxiety wrapped tightly around him. Pat sighed and set the jar down on the side table for later.
He made his way down the stairs slowly, exhausted from his long work day. Logan was already down there, cleaning up tissues and folding blankets. Patton looked at the kitchen and sighed again.
“Just leave it.” Logan said, coming up behind him and wrapping his arms around his waist. “Ann can get it in the morning.” he felt that was unlikely to happen, but followed Logan up the stairs anyways collapsing onto the bed behind him.
“Rise and shine” Roman said cheerfully, throwing open the curtains. His greeting was meet with triplet groans as it was early, even by Pat’s standards.
“I see your feeling better.” Logan grumbled into his pillow.
“Yes of course, every one knows that cuddles are the best cure for a cold.” He proclaimed with his usual flair.
Ann reached out blindly, finding Pat and gluing himself to his back.
“I’m dying.” he said past the scratchiness in his throat before coughing into his elbow and groaning miserably.
Here we go again, Patton thought.