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Just One of Those Days

Summary: Virgil is having a rough day but Roman is there to comfort him

Taglist: @diamondwind99 @c1rcus-c0re @thatboiblastey @nightmare4thebroken2 @ivaryn0 (Let me know if you want to be added)

Word count: 1398

Ao3

TWs: Mental health, anxiety mentions

“Maybe he needs some space.” Patton took a sip from his decaf tea as he watched Roman frantically reach for his phone, again.

“I know Virgil pretty well. If he needed space he would have texted me, not ignored all my texts from the past 24 hours,” Roman let out a sigh of desperation, “I just need to know that he’s okay.”

‘Hey, Stormcloud’ Sent: 4:56 pm

‘How was your day?’ Sent: 7:06 pm

‘Do you wanna see the cutest kitten and puppy cuddling I found on insta?’ Sent: 9:43 pm

‘It’s getting pretty late. Have a good night my Stormy Prince. I know you’re probably already asleep, but if you see this please respond I’m worried’ Sent: 1:35 am

‘Morning Virge!’ Sent: 11:57 am

‘Are you alright? You usually answer your texts pretty quickly’ Sent: 2:39 pm

The first six texts went unread without a response but Roman was willing to attempt a 7th time.

‘It’s not like you not to answer for this long. I’m coming over to make sure you are alive. If you hear the door open in around 15 minutes that’s just me.’ Sent: 4:36 pm

Roman dashed to his bedroom and grabbed the first shoes he could find. The left one was a red sneaker with gold specks on the side and the right one was a maroon slip-on. There was no time to worry about matching shoes.

On his way to the key rack, he collided head-on with his roommate.

“Watch where you are going, kiddo!” Patton playfully rolled his eyes as Roman gathered his things. “Are you going to Virgil? I thought I told you he needs space.”

“If he needs space he can kick me out once I know that he is alive. Virgil is practically glued to his phone. There is something off about him not responding.” Roman gave Patton a quick half-side hug before rushing out the door.

Upbeat Disney songs blasted through Roman’s earbuds as he jogged to Virgil’s apartment. Normally it would take Roman 20 minutes to walk there but his adrenaline got him there in less than 10 minutes.

He glanced at the broken elevator before murmuring a curse under his breath. Seven floors straight up, this ought to be fun he thought.

By the third floor, he could feel his heart quickly beating. By the sixth, he was ready to give up. The journey up the last flight felt like it took years. He finally arrived on the dreaded top of the building, floor seven.

Roman took the spare key that Virgil gave him for emergencies and opened apartment 714.

He glanced around, “Virgil? It’s me, Roman.” Finding no one in the living, he checked Virgil’s bedroom. The door was open ajar. The tv stood frozen with a sign that read “Are you still watching?” Virgil was curled up in the middle of his queen-sized bed looking dreadfully awake.

“Oh, Virgil,” Roman’s voice had a hint of softness to it, “Are you alright?”

Virgil blankly stared at Roman, seeming completely disassociated.

“Can you hear me?” Roman moved slowly to the edge of the bed and sat on the corner, giving Virgil a lot of space.

Virgil’s eyes shifted slightly upwards towards Roman, a sign Virgil could hear him.

“Blink once if you can talk, twice for signing, or three times if you rather not do either.”

Virgil blinked twice. He shifted to free his hands from underneath him.

“Would you rather us both sign, or you’ll sign and I’ll talk?” Roman asked Virgil.

‘You speak. I sign’ Virgil signed back to Roman.

“Ok, that works.” Roman pointed to the bed, “Can I join you?”

A flash of desperation spread across his face as he signed ‘Please.’ ‘Don’t leave me alone right now.’

Roman climbed into the bed. He shifted Virgil to lie down with his head in his lap. “This alright?”

Virgil nodded yes.

He wrapped his arms gently around Virgil. Virgil nuzzled into his chest. For a second, a sense of calmness brushed over Virgil. He looked up at Roman, ‘You smell nice.’

Roman leaned down to kiss his boyfriend’s temple, “I’m glad you find it comforting.”

……….

Buzz buzz buzz.

Roman’s phoned vibrated on the coffee table. His screen lit up with a picture of him and Virgil on a date.

“Hi, Dark and Stormy.” Sounding as cheerful as ever Roman answered the phone.

Virgil’s tone was very somber, “We need to talk…”

Roman paused then stuttered into the phone, “A-are you br-breaking up with me?”

“No, but I need to tell you something.” Roman sighed in relief, “Can you come over as soon as possible.”

Roman hung up the phone and then ran to Virgil’s apartment. The working elevator dinged open as soon as he reached to lobby. After two minutes of uncomfortable small talk with strangers in the elevator, he knocked on the door.

Virgil peeped through the small opening on the door. Once he saw his boyfriend on the other side, Virgil opened the door and led Roman to the couch.

“Is everything alright?!?!?” Roman said in one gasp. He quickly checked over Virgil to make sure he wasn’t injured.

Virgil patted Roman’s arm, “Don’t worry I am fine.”

“Why did you call me here? Not that I’m not happy to see you, it just sounded very urgent.”

Virgil took a deep breath before taking Roman’s hands in his own. “You know how sometimes I’m unable to talk for periods at a time.”

Roman nodded his head yes, not sure where Virgil was going with this.

“I have selective mutism. I started when I was adopted by my parents at around 5 years old. They took me to a psychologist and they were told I have a pretty bad anxiety disorder, general and social. After a few years of speech therapy, I started to talk a few words at a time.” Roman could sense this was hard for Virgil to tell him so he gave Virgil’s hands a light squeeze. “My anxiety disorders are much more under control than when I was a kid but sometimes I still find it too difficult to talk. Luckily my adoptive parents were the best. They never pushed me to talk when I wasn’t ready. All three of us started to take sign language lessons. My parents figured this would be the best solution for when I am unable to talk.”

Roman pulled Virgil into a hug, “Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me this.”

“After talking to my therapist for a few years, I was finally ready to tell you. That’s why I urgently called you over here. I wanted to tell you before I chickened ou-"

Before Virgil could finish his sentence, Roman blurted out “Could you teach me sign language?”

Tears welled up in Virgil’s eyes.

“I’m sorry. Was that offensive?”

Virgil pulled Roman closer and sobbed on his shoulder, “No it’s just that except for my parents no one has ever been nice enough to learn an entirely new language for me.”

“I’d do anything for you.” Roman’s eyes sparkled with love.

“You’re the best,” Virgil whispered under his breath before leaning in to give Roman a soft but sweet kiss on the lips.

……..

“Would you like to tell me what’s wrong?” Roman asked Virgil.

Virgil shook his head no.

“I understand. It’s just one of those days. I promise you, it will get better.” After years of dating Virgil, Roman learned his favorite form of affection was butterfly kisses. Roman leaned down and brushed his nose against Virgil’s.

The despair in Virgil’s eyes went down a level.

“Is there anything else I could do to comfort you?”

‘Cuddles. A lot of cuddles, please.’ ‘You’re so warm’ Virgil signed to Roman.

“That I can do!” Roman adjusted both of them so he would be spooning Virgil, “Now get some rest. If you need anything and I mean absolutely anything, remember I’ll be right here.” He pulled the comforter over Virgil and himself.

Virgil hummed in contentment.

Roman brushed his fingers through Virgil’s hair in a soothing motion. After a few minutes, Virgil’s body relaxed and he fell deeply into well-needed sleep.

Not sure if Virgil could still hear him, he whispered in his sleeping boyfriend’s ear, “I love you.” Not very long after, Roman drifted off into a deep sleep.

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vash-the-trans-catboy · 2 years

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Fatal Mistakes

Summary: Not everyone likes the royal family. Some aren’t afraid to take action. The youngest prince and heir to the throne happens to be caught in the wrong place at the wrong time and it’s up to his knight to save him.

Tag list: @diamondwind99 @c1rcus-c0re @thatboiblastey @nightmare4thebroken2 @ivaryn0 (let me know if you want to be added)

Word count: 1661

Ao3

TWs: Blood, stab wounds, near death, weapons, passing out, alcohol, attempted murder

Frozen leaves crumble under his feet as he runs in fear. Voices crawl closer and closer until they scream in his ear. Ragged breaths pant at a quick pace. Anxiety takes over his entire rational mind. Fight or flight. And he chose flight.

Only ten minutes ago he was peacefully sitting in the tavern waiting for Roman. One sip of beer as he waits. A second to pass the time. The third because of boredom. Fourth, fifth, and sixth slip past his lips until three empty goblets spread across the table.

His hand pushes the shining gold pin out of place and onto the floor. His fur coat glides off his shoulders, onto its final resting place on the floor. The slight intoxication helps him forget to keep his royal emblem on his chest covered.

Eyes meet from across the tavern. A glance, a grin, sickeningly sweet, but devilish all at the same time. A second too late he realizes why all this attention came to be.

The glass shatters as he pushes the table aside to run. Air turns from warm to frigid. Bright lanterns become pitch black night. Heavy footsteps follow his every move. The snow takes the role of an enemy as his every step becomes a path to follow. Frozen feet tire out just in time to catch a root. Panic seeps through even colder than the snow.

Right leg gives out. Left leg follows closely behind. A flash of silver glimmers past his eye as he falls onto his back.

“I finally found you… Little Prince.” A rough voice growls at him with a weapon raised.

He tries to scream back but all that comes out is a defeated fearful whine.

Pain plunges through his chest. Eyesight blurs from a flash of red to a spark of silver. As the silver disappears from sight a trail of red drops down. Footsteps retreat into the abyss.

Blood covers his tunic. Beautiful purple fabric turns red, sticking to his skin. Snow becomes crimson and the world around him spins. Red flickers in and out until… until everything goes black and stops.

…………………………………

A gust of wind slams the tavern door open. A knight searches across the room only to be met with unfamiliar stares. Castle guards follow after him. They too met with disappointment and failure. The only familiar thing in sight is a luxury purple fur coat haphazardly thrown on the floor. The one they are supposed to protect has gone missing.

Hairs on the back of the knight’s neck prickle up. His senses alert him to the impending danger. Feet rushing back out the tavern door, sword drawn. The knight and his men follow the small prince-sized footprints leading deep into the woods.

A man holding a sword dripping with blood runs in the opposite direction never to be seen again. The knight orders his men to not go after the attacker. Their number one priority is the protect the prince. He could tell the prince doesn’t have much time left.

Footsteps halt to a stop when eyes make contact with a bloody scene. The knight sheaths his sword before he falls to his knees at the unconscious prince’s side.

The pale prince loses more color as his blood continues to flow from the stab wound. The knight presses two fingers against his prince’s wrist. His heart rate spikes at first when he doesn’t find a pulse. He tries the neck instead, a slow and shallow pulse beats. The knight sheds a single tear in relief that his prince is still alive.

“He is bleeding out. I need something to stop the bleeding until we can get back to the castle.” The knight finds his voice again after two many deafening moments of silence.

One of the guards sheds off his overcoat and hands it to the knight. He tightly secures the fabric around the prince’s chest to put pressure on the wound. The knight drapes his prince in a warm red and gold fur coat. He carefully scopes the prince into his arms. Maybe it is all the blood loss, but the prince seems much more small and helpless than his usual self.

The knight whispers into his prince’s ear, “Don’t worry Virgil. We are going to get you home and everything will be alright.” He’s not sure if Virgil could hear him, but it didn’t matter. The knight was more trying to reassure himself his prince would live to see another day.

The knight and his men rushed back to their horses outside the tavern in the stables. The knight gently passed Virgil to another guard as he climbed onto the horse. With the help of three guards, Virgil was lifted back into the knight’s tight embrace. As soon as he had a good grip on the prince his horse raced to the enormous castle in the distance.

Brutally harsh wind blows as the horse gallops down the dirt path. The castle becomes larger and larger with every passing step. Time seems to slow down. Blood seeps through the makeshift bandages wrapped around the prince. Every moment spent wrestling the unforgiving weather, the knight feels his prince slip away more and more.

As the knight and his men approach the castle, large doors hastily swing open while their old hinges squeak. Maids, butlers, servants, and other employees of the castle gather around to catch a glimpse of the fallen prince before he is rushed to his bed chambers.

The knight orders everyone to report back to their assigned positions. A maid hands him a med kit before scurrying away.

“Do me a favor, Virgil. Please don’t die.” A single tear runs down the knight’s face as he unravels the bloody fabric from his prince.

He starts by cleaning the wound. “I’m very sorry, my dear. This might hurt a bit. Maybe not in comparison to being stabbed, but still.” The knight pours sterilizing alcohol over the wound. Virgil unconsciously tries to move away from the knight as he lets out a painful cry. The knight grips his prince’s hand, “You are doing great.”

With proper bandages this time, he rewraps Virgil’s chest. The white bandages slowly turn red. The bleeding is no longer deadly but the prince has become incredibly weakened from the blood loss. Shallow breaths and slow movements of Virgil’s chest give the knight hope that he will survive. The knight lets out a tired sigh of relief before falling asleep on the chair next to the bed. He keeps his fingers intertwined with Virgil’s to keep him safe from any further harm.

…………………………..

Natural light streams through the open blinds. The room swirls as Virgil opens his eyes for the first in nearly two days. He rapidly sucks in air when his lungs forget how to breathe. Visions of swords and bloody snow flash through his mind. Eyesight blurs with tears and all he hears is static. Everything is cold. His bones feel as if they are made of ice. One wrong tap and his entire body might shatter to pieces. He tries to get out of the snow but the sword plunged through him before he can. He can feel his life slipping away. His last moment alone and dying in the woods. Pain shoots through his entire body. Every breath is agonizing. The static is replaced by crying. The crying in his head turns into real tears pouring out of his bloodshot eyes.

A warm voice cuts through the noise, “Virgil? Virgil!!!” A gentle hand gives his hand a reassuring squeeze, a familiar feeling. “Hey, Virgil. I’m right here.”

Eyes carefully peak open again, “Ro-Roman?”

“Right here, darling.” Roman pushes the hair flattened with sweat out of Virgil’s eyes. Virgil attempts to sit up and hug Roman. His chest flairs in pain before he can move very far, “Take it easy, my prince. You did just get a stab to your gut.”

“Is this a dream? I died! I bled out in the snow.” More tears rush down Virgil’s face.

“Luckily you have a courageous knight to save you before you could bleed out.” Roman’s heroic facade cracks in the middle of his sentence. Glossy eyes fill with tears of fear and exhaustion. “It’s my job to protect you and you nearly died.”

“I’m sor-“

“Please don’t apologize for nearly dying. It’s not your fault, Virgil.” Roman wipes a few of his own tears away.

“I can’t ask you to risk your life for me anymore; It isn’t fair. We will ask the castle to find a new head knight.”

“Virgil no… Please I’m sorry for nearly getting you killed while on my shift.”

“Let me finish. I don’t think you should be my personal knight anymore because I don’t ever want you to get harmed for me. I think it is time for you to join the royal family as my prince.” Virgil gives a sincere smile through his pain.

“If you are asking me to marry you I will definitely say yes but let’s try this again once you are thinking straight without a stab wound through you.” Roman leans forward and gives Virgil a half hug to avoid putting too much pressure on the wound.

“As long as you will still say yes when I’m not on the brink of death then I won’t mind waiting.”

“I will always say yes. But for now please rest and make a full recovery.” Roman makes his way to the door but Virgil grabs his wrist.

“Please stay.” Virgil pleaded, his voice still sounding defeated.

“Always” Roman carefully lays down next to Virgil, taking his hand in his own. Roman presses a kiss to the temple of his boyfriend. “Go to sleep. I’ll be right here.”

All the stress Virgil has been harboring falls away as he falls deeply into a peaceful sleep. Roman stays next to Virgil all night keeping his internal promise to never let anything hurt Virgil again.

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