Prinxiety Oneshots

Wings

Hi! Im really excited about this particular one shot as this is my first fic! I'll gladly accept constructive criticism, although I'd prefer more constructive and less critique if possible. I will take storyline requests or prompts, the only requirement being no smut as I am asexual and would be uncomfortable writing it. There will be a few triggers potentially so I'll be sure to write warning before each. I'll try to update around 2-3 times a week, but as I am studying this is not a guarantee. Anyway, happy reading!

Tw: blood, violence, and implied death of minor characters.

They were standing on a glade, carved into the side of a mountain. It was a beautiful glade, overlooking the kingdom. And they were so close. So close to finally saving Prince Roman and Prince Remus's kingdom, so close to returning home. The lost amulet that held enormous power was found in the hands of an enemy kingdoms hands, and they had finally gotten it back. But then the attackers had found them. They were hiding in the trees. They had followed the group for a while, days, weeks even. And when they finally stopped for a rest, the attackers revealed themselves.

The sounds of metal clashing filled the air. Swords from both armies swung and red stained the once green grass. Arrows arched through the sky making beautiful but deadly curves. The fighting was growing more and more intense when suddenly a scream pierced the air. "PATTON!" Was that Logan? Romans cry followed Logan's as Virgil threw off his enemy and turned to look. Patton was clutching his side. Through his fingers Virgil could see an arrow shaft, thick blood staining Patton's light blue tunic. Logan caught Patton as he collapsed. Were those... tears? And sure enough, Logan's chest started shaking. Virgil tried to make his way over to them but was quickly stopped by the advancing forces. As much as it hurt Virgil, he would have to leave Patton to Logan. The enemy forces were getting quicker, and Virgil's head started to spin.

People were laying all over the battlefield. Logan was shielding Patton's body as he was viciously beating an attacker off with his sword, but as others joined in he was getting quickly overwhelmed. Yellow spells stretched out over the field. Janus. And what had to be Remus's maniac laughter pierced the air and his mace was swinging literally everywhere, regardless the person. Virgil winced at the sight. He looked again to Logan, but Virgil lost sight of him as their allies surged forward to help. Behind him Roman, mostly on his own, was getting backed onto the edge. Virgil himself was slowly becoming surrounded in the center of the crowd. He swung his sword, again and again. His body arched and turned, his weapon and magic showing no mercy. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a man in black climbing a tree. "Douermes!" Virgil let the spell out and turned to examine his foe as the defeated ones slept. There was a golden crest on his armor that was incredibly similar to Romans. This leader, a younger man, was seemingly a prince. He stood and raised some sort of weapon that Virgil vaguely recognized. He desperately searched his brain when a piercing whistle filled the air.

The whistle came as the weapon fired. Virgil turned and watched as a shining needle with a black tuft soared through the air and landed  right in Romans neck.    Virgil's eyes widened in recognition, in the horrible knowledge of what was in the dart, of knowing right where exactly Roman was on that cliff.  He felt his body start to run, shoving people out of the way. He had to get to Roman. He was so close. But Romans eyes started to close.

Time slowed as Virgil continued to fight through the crowd. Roman stumbled back, sleep starting to hold him in its grasp. Virgil reached the edge of the crowd. "ROMAN!" He yelled at the top of his lungs, hoping desperately Roman could hear him, running to catch him

and watched sobbing as Roman

fell

"NO!" Virgil could hear his voice shake and he knew he was crying. And before he knew it, Virgil was falling too.

It took him a moment to realize he was screaming. It took another moment to realize he was screaming Romans name. They rushed to the ground but Virgil didn't care. Roman's face looked calm and serene as he slept, wind rushing through his hair as he hurtled to the rocks below. Virgil reached for Romans sash, but it was too far. He reached and he reached and failed again and again, tears streaming down his face into the air, sobs racking his chest. Finally Virgil could feel the red silk slip into his fingertips. Virgil clutched Roman to his chest as time stopped.

"Vir-Virgil?!" Romans eyes fluttered open. But time is cruel. With Roman awake it now sped up faster and faster, hurtling towards the ground as the final few feet approached...

and Virgil extended his wings.

Flying was beautiful. The knowledge that Roman was alive, that Virgil didn't lose him, was beyond better. And then Virgil remembered to breathe. "Oh my god Roman! I almost lost you!" Virgil sobbed into Romans hair. "But you didn't! Virgil, you saved me!" Romans face was so sincere Virgil stopped believing it was a dream. But in there was a pause. And suddenly Romans face dropped. "Oh my god, you almost died! I almost killed you!" Roman gasped. Virgil didn't even have time to think before the words left his mouth. "What?! No you didn't, I chose to save you! It's not your fault!" He argued. Roman looked away as a tear fell down his cheek. "I should have been more careful!" Romans return was almost muffled by the wind Virgils wings were making as the ground grew smaller, his anger causing his hold on Virgils tunic to tighten. "You couldn't have seen that coming. There was no way you could have stopped that. " Roman only shook his head. "We didn't lose each other, and that's what matters right here and now." And slowly Roman started to smile. "I'm so glad I didn't lose you. And oh Virgil, your wings!-

Virgil stopped mid air. "Oh my god my wings!" Virgil groaned, but Roman just laughed. "Stormcloud, your wings are beautiful!"
And there, laughing, spiraling high above the clouds, they finally kissed.

Flying was beautiful. But this, this was better.

Epilogue bought to you by Janus, the most highly acclaimed sorcerer in the kingdom (aka because I'm going to be upset if Patton is left hanging)

Roman and Virgil entered the tent, hand in hand. Logan didn't look up. Tears slid down his face as he held Patton's hand. Patton was just barely holding on. The arrow had hit critical organs. The witch doctor said he was lucky to still be alive.  Remus was there and he watched as Janus preformed a spell, and a complicated one at that. Virgil quickly joined in the ranks, purple magic joining yellow. He automatically grabbed Romans hand as the chant grew louder, and there was Janus, reaching out for Remus. So hand in hand, the spell grew and grew.

"Patton! Oh my god Patton!" Logan's cries echoed through the glade. Roman and Virgil raced into the tent. "What? What's wrong Lo"-Roman started. And Patton's eyes blinked open. "Logan!" And before either Virgil or Roman could say a word,  (as Logan would say) Logan and Patton's lips met. Or how Patton would say it: A kiss.

Roman and Virgil were, and honestly had always had been, deeply in love. They were in the sort of love that you could never fall out of, no matter how hard you tried. And Virgil promised that he would never let Roman fall ever again, no matter what it took. Because the possibility of crashing is horrible. But losing Roman would be so much worse. And so Virgil never let Roman fall again. After all, what else are wings for?