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Sander Sides Cooking Show AU-Mini Fanfic
So a couple people asked for this, so I tried my best. This is one other challenges, so they have to make food to fit the brief and the aim is to win People’s Choice by getting the most votes. It literally has nothing to do with the show at this point, it’s just me being shippy and loving the dynamics of their relationships. It’s logicality vs prinxiety, but I have another one written which is better (bc this is low-key awful) but I haven’t typed it up yet. Anyway, enjoy!
Challenge
The judges revealed their challenge; the teams would be cooking for a sea of hungry people in a matter of hours, and they had to prepare food fit for an amusement park. This means easy to eat on the go, light, and delicious. The teams already had in mind exactly what they wanted to do, and when the time started, they immediately sprinted to their stations and got to work.
***
“What are you boys cooking today?” Emma called from her work station, directly next to Roman and Virgil.
“We’re making breaded meatballs and a sauce to go with it, what about you lovely ladies?” Roman flashed a charming grin at the pair.
“We’re going to be making popcorn chicken, because who doesn’t love that?”
“Very true. I wish you both the best of luck.” He finished kindly.
“You too Roman.” They both replied in unison, voices a bit higher, a bit sweeter.
“I’m here too, y’know?” Virgil grumbled to himself, sprinkling seasoning over the protein before him. “No one cares about that, do they?”
“I care!” Roman chirped up from behind him.
“Shut up, you don’t count.”
“How dare, I refuse to be treated like this, all I was doing was trying to be kind, but no, my efforts are wasted on you!” Roman dramatically posed, making his voice sound slightly higher and more eloquent.
“Roman, no, you are not doing this one minute into the challenge.” Virgil sighed, already exasperated at his partner.
“Doing what? Hmm? What’s your issue, Jason Toddler? Do you-”
“I WILL HIT YOU WITH A FRYING PAN!”
***
“So, we’re going to do a banana spring role, with fresh fruit and white chocolate custard on the side!” Patton beamed at the camera, already busy rolling out the pastry, clearly in his element. “Logan, how’re you doing?” He called sweetly over his shoulder.
“Adequate.” The taller replied dryly. He wasn’t being hostile, just efficient, there was no need for a long response that could threaten his focus on the task at hand.
“That’s good, we can’t have anything going wrong, this is a bake or break situation.” Patton smiled proudly at his own joke, his focus entirely on the pasty and not even turning to see Logan stop what he was doing to glare t him. He could already feel those sharp eyes on him, could see the familiar expression on his face. He giggled to himself.
After a slight pause, Logan returned to the custard knowing that, despite the pun, Patton was right, it was crucial everything they did was perfect. He heard Patton move around behind him, he was impressed that his partner was already moving onto the bananas. Logan continued to concentrate entirely on what he was making, recalling the instructions with perfect clarity and following them with exact precision. There was no room for error.
“Hey Logan…” Patton spoke up, causing the other to turn towards him. The smaller man was holding the large silver bowl of crushed bananas under one arm, his other arm held up proudly, a banana in hand. “I’m bananas for you.”
Logan froze, staring at him with cold, emotionless eyes. “I despise everything about you.”
“Aw, Lo, that really hurt my peelings.” Even Parron cringed inwardly at that one, not his best.
“Please, I will actually pay you to stop.” Logan begged, dislodging his glasses as he pressed his palms to his eyes.
“Well, at least you’re on the ripe track in terms of attitude. But you’ve gotta stop slacking Lo, we need time to make sure this dish looks a-peeling.”
Logan couldn’t even find the right words, he just stared, trying to hold back a scream in frustration, for his dignity’s sake.
***
“SHIT! RO!” Virgil shouted, jumping backwards as something next to his partner set fire, how did Roman have a talent for doing this? Despite the unfortunate frequent-ness of this occurrence, it did not ease Virgil’s pounding heart and rushing mind. This was too much, what the fuck was Roman doing? What was happening at his point? Who honestly knows what’s going on? Because Virgil sure as hell doesn’t.
Roman instantaneously grabbed a towel, ran it under the tap, then threw it in the general direction of the flames, all within a second. Virgil was sure it had become so second nature to him by this point, that he could just sense exactly where the fire was.
“Virgil, are you alright?”
“WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?! HOW THE HELL DO YOU DO THIS?!” Virgil yelled, his heart still crashing against his rib cage and fear coursing through his veins.
“I’m just talented like that, Hot Topic.” Roman smiled warmly, trying to convince Virgil’s frantic heart that everything was, indeed, okay. Virgil let out a heavy breath, allowing himself to relax slightly and stop snapping at Roman, however a voice cut through his relief, immediately making him tense.
“Looks like it’s getting hot over there boys.” Tay, Emma’s teammate, called from her station.
“Roman, maybe you should take your shirt off.” Emma added, her flirting was obviously all in good fun and entirely harmless, but Virgil couldn’t control the way his blood boiled, or prevent that little growl that escaped him.
Roman’s mouth dropped open a little, one side of his lips pulling up into a smirk. He went to reply, but Virgil caught him before he could open his mouth. He pulled him down by his collar, forcing him to meet his eyes, foreheads nearly touching.
“Shut up. Keep cooking.” Virgil ordered, pushing him backwards and turning to his prep again.
***
“PATTON, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” Logan panicked as he noticed his partner changing the recipe.
“Just adding a bit more of-“
“-But that’s not what-“
“-Shh shh shhhh.” Patton cooed, walking over to Logan and cupping his face with his hands. “Hush now.”
“This is highly unprofessional, I would be grateful if you were to desist from this… immediately.” Logan was ignored.
“Now Logan, I know you hate going against what the recipe says, but my taste buds are disagreeing with the recipe, and my taste buds know their stuff! Come on, when have they ever been wrong before?”
Logan mumbled something incoherent.
“That’s the spirit!” His partner beamed. “Now, continue what you’re doing while I worry about improving the recipe.” He finished, placing a light kiss to Logan’s lips before removing his hands and chirpily turning around.
Logan rolled his eyes, allowing a begrudging smile as he turned back around again, or at least, went to turn around. Before he could turn fully, he noticed Patton’s movements; swaying on his feet, shifting his weight breezily, without a care in the world. He was dancing. Of course he was. In fact, Logan could just about catch the sweet, beautiful humming above the clatter of those around them. Patton really was adorable, never did Logan think someone could be so kind or innocent, it seemed like such an impossibility, yet here he stood, humming and baking and dancing. He let out sigh. Logan wasn’t one for emotions, but Patton seemed to bring them out of nowhere.
He turned back to his station, listening intently to Patton’s humming, clinging to the sound. Above everything else, he could hear the soft, almost murmur, of humming behind him. Content, peaceful and in his element finally… until a voice cut through his tranquillity.
“SHIT! RO!”
“I believe Roman’s burnt something, hurt himself or set something on fire.” Logan notified his partner, who giggled slightly then stood on the tip of his toes, looking over the crowd for their friends.
“I think it was a mini fire.” Patton conclude, pushing his glasses up his nose.
“WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?! HOW THE HELL DO YOU DO THIS?!”
“I agree, most likely a fire.”
***
“Look at the people!” Roman declared, looking at the flood of people waiting to come in the amusement park. They’d finally arrived, just to put everyone on edge and glare at everything judgmentally. Roman had already caught a couple people’s eye, Virgil noticed as  group of young women began huddling together, casting fond gazes at his partner.
It’s okay Virgil, just means they’re more likely to come over here and buy our food. It’s fine.
Roman’s head perked up from plating for a second, noticing the group of women, he flashed them his signature smile. They giggled, of course, because basic.
Virgil was done with this, done with everyone, He walked over to Roman, placing a hand on his back, silently telling him to turn around.
“I think we’re ready Surely Temple. Everything’s plated and looks good, are you happy w-“
“That’s nice.” Virgil cut him off, wrapping his arms around his neck, Roman chuckled upon realising why his partner was suddenly so clingy, happily relishing in the opportunity to wrap his own arms around Virgil’s waist, bringing them close together.
“Stop smiling at the hyenas Ro, they might try and eat you.” Virgil murmured far too sweetly.
Roman couldn’t decide if jealous Virgil was cute or hot. Probably both…definitely both.
Suddenly, the judges’ voices boomed over the chaos, announcing the end of prep time and released the crowd. It was a tsunami of people, everywhere they began emerging, hungry and prowling.
Virgil spun round quickly, gathering the little boxes they’d created and proudly displaying them at the front of the stall, then turned to start making more batches and leaving Roman to deal with the people, not that he minded of course.
Roman was friendly and charming, enticing people to their stand was the perfect role for him, and quietly preparing extra food when it’s not needed that moment was perfect for Virgil. They worked well together.
So many people were interested in the breaded meatballs, and flocked to the stall, even the group of women from earlier, despite Virgil clearly claiming Roman. At one point a mother with a small girl came up to the stand, she held a small foam sword in one hand, holding it proudly above her head.
“Good heavens, are you a knight?” Roman gasped at the girl.
“Yes!” She grinned at being addressed with her proper title, then her smile dropped, eyes falling to the floor, as it scolded. “But my friend says I can’t be the knight. He says I have to be the princess.” She said sadly.
“Well he must surely be wrong, I have never met a knight as valiant as you in my life! And, being a prince, I’ve met many knights.” Roman replied, handing the mother their food, she smiled warmly at him.
“You’re a prince?!” The girl smiled brightly.
“Prince Roman, at your service.” He gave a dramatic bow, Virgil, watching in the background, rolled his eyes but smiled fondly still. “You must tell your friend that you can be a knight, if you so wish. You can be whatever you want. So can he. But, he must also accept who you, as the knight you truly are.”
“I will!” She replied excitedly, jumping slightly. The mother smiled at Roman again before her face got lost in the crowd, getting replaced by another.
“Hey, Princey, keep serving.” Virgil called from behind him, an endeared smile still firmly plastered to his face.
***
Finally, the last customer was served, the crowd had dispersed, it was over, and Patton’s heart felt light. He‘d heard so much positive feedback, and they’d been swamped with people through the whole service. He cheered, immediately wrapping Logan in a hug, rocking them back and forth slowly on their feet. He was really proud of their creation, he just hoped everyone else liked it as much as he did.
Logan gave up fighting the smile on his lips as he hugged Patton back, finally feeling everything grow still and calm, despite their swaying. His mind finally stopped racing with possibilities and questions as he just let himself be hugged. The warmth that flooded through him was welcoming and reassuring, he felt finally secure, but also so alive? The juxtaposition was odd but not unpleasant, it was funny how only a hug could make his emotions run riot. As previously mentioned, Logan doesn’t do feelings, but this, this was different, this was good.
***
Meanwhile, as soon as service was officially over, Virgil had been swept off his feet, literally. Roman had grabbed him  by his waist and lifted him off the floor, twirling them elegantly, like a Disney film. Virgil chuckled a little, placing his arms on Roman’s shoulders and just letting the dork have his fun. He was carefully placed back on the floor, but the grip on his waist didn’t loosen.
“You’re such a nerd.”
“Uh, how dare you? I am a prince, I don’t des-“ Roman went to move away and continue his dramatic speech about the hardships he faced, but Virgil cut him off by pulling him closer and pressing their lips together.
“Roman,” He breathed out as they pulled a part. “Stop being a diva and just let me insult you.”
Roman laughed loudly, squeezing his eyes together and tilting his head up. “Whatever you say JDelightful.” He replied, leaning in again.
Sorry for my crappy writing, I tried. Also I’m sorry if it was a bit too shippy for some people, but I couldn’t stop myself. There will be another one that is hopefully better and a bit longer posted soon as well!
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