Hiii so could you do a prinxiety cuddling one (because my gay soft heart needs food) thx!
More prinxiety! I forget in my little bubble of other favourite ships that prinxiety is like one of the most popular ones dfjdslgjdfg. Very well. have some sleepytime cuddles. TW for touch starvation
Roman is a busy man. He has a lot of things going on, all the time, always. He has to brainstorm and develop ideas, and he has to keep up with Logan’s standard for his work (a high standard, but Roman reckons it’s fair). He has to keep his brother at bay which usually entails fighting him in good ol’ hand-to-hand combat at least three times a week. He has to help Patton with chores. He has to, he has to, he-Roman is a busy man.But when he comes into his room, head in his notebooks and brain thrumming with thoughts at roughly 9:28pm, and hears… a sniffle? Roman has to remind himself of the other thing he must make time for.His boyfriend. Virgil.Virgil, who is huddled up on his bed, in his pyjamas and with Roman’s blankets pulled around him, sniffling quietly. Not crying, but perhaps not far off from it. Perhaps Roman only just missed the tears.
Roman immediately drops his books and makes a beeline for his boyfriend, stripping off his ornate coat with its uncomfortable-to-hug gold braid before clambering on the bed next to him.“I’ve been gone too long,” he hums, “I didn’t mean to get so caught up with all that nonsense, thunder, I’m sorry.”Virgil smiles a little smile, and sets about unwrapping himself from Roman’s blankets as Roman kicks his boots off, before they settle under the covers together, Roman pulling Virgil close.Yes, he can see from the state of anxiety’s makeup the Virgil’s already had his cry, and Roman frowns, and leans in to kiss the stress out from the crease in-between his boyfriend’s eyebrows.“I’m sorry I wasn’t here.”“It’s okay,” Virgil mumbles, nuzzling into Roman’s chest, into his warmth, and wrapping his limbs around Roman and curling up like a cat (like the traits his darling boyfriend not-so-secretly has). “You were working. It just… got a little much tonight.”Roman kisses Virgil’s temple again, another silent apology and one that Virgil accepts. Virgil and Roman have a similar problem, being various degrees of touch-starved. Roman’s is fairly mild, but still too much to handle, in Roman’s silent opinion. As soon as Virgil realises he’s allowed regular touch, he openly becomes as clingy as clingy can be. It had started after the Valentine’s Day video, if Roman recalls properly. Where Virgil accidentally grabbed his hand, and then they spent more time screaming in ‘horror’ at each other rather than actually letting go, because neither wanted to admit how wonderful the warm clasp of their hands was.Roman still finds his reaction pathetic. But a few weeks later, they’d managed to have a proper conversation about it, y’know, like adults, and it lead to them seeking each other out when it got a little much. And idle lying on top of each other turned into hugging. Which turned into cuddling. Which, at some point, turned into Virgil kissing him.Which turned into this.
Roman snuggles close, enjoying the close, steady, warm contact of skin-on-skin, of Virgil seeping through his thin t-shirt. It no longer sets his skin on fire; at least, not as badly as it used to. And Virgil is on top of him, his usual long and lanky frame curled up like a dog beside a fireplace, and his darling, sweet, wonderful Virgil has drifted off to sleep on top of him.Roman clicks his tongue, enjoying seeing Virgil so calm and relaxed, but also vaguely annoyed, as he planned on doing more work tonight. He’d promised Logan the next batch of ideas by 5 o’clock tomorrow afternoon.Roman contemplates getting up.But seeing as he’s smothering a yawn and the comfortable weight of blankets and Virgil is lulling his once-busy mind into a more peaceful state, Roman cedes defeat, simply wrapping his arms around his boyfriend and closing his eyes. Before long, he’s fast asleep too.
Logan knocks lightly on Roman’s door an hour later. He shouldn’t be awake, but he has a last couple questions and he knows Roman generally works late as well. Curiously, there’s no response.Logan eases the door open and sticks his head in. Ah, he notes as he realises that a sleeping Roman is stuck under a sleeping Virgil. That’d do it.That was fair enough. They were both looking particularly drained recently.He flicks Roman’s light off and closes his bedroom door gently, smothering a yawn of his own. He has to agree that they have the right idea, and he goes traipsing off to his own room to get some well-deserved sleep too.
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