(COMPLETE) Oh Cr...ofters, We're 30?! - Prinxiety Fanfiction

The Cuddle

Summary: It's late at night and Virgil suddenly has the revelation he wants to be closer to Roman. And keep him forever.

Virgil took his time in the evenings, taking it as a moment of peace. After washing each plate, bowl, cup, and cutlery individually he cleaned his hands. He wished Logan a good night as he was setting up the sofa for his last night of sleeping over and trotted upstairs. He then checked Nathan's room just to feel proud of this future life.

Nathan's room was quite small but it was such a sweet room. The painted Baymax had finally fully dried and hid behind the dresser. A night light in the shape of a rabbit sat on the dresser, facing Nathan and shining a low orange. Tucked under the covers Nathan was laying in a ball and sucking his thumb. His hair was a mess of curls and his thumb was holding a smile... Virgil created that. Virgil helped this little life flourish, with Roman, it was still impossible to believe.

As Virgil was tugging the cloud curtains across a window to a close he could hear the ruffle and mumble of his son waking up. "It's just me Nate, time for bedtime." Nathan had yet to open his eyes, but he freed his thumb to let his smile show. The father couldn't help but kneel and kiss the five year old's forehead until he was lulled back to sleep again.

Even if this life wasn't Virgil's true destiny, he was now determined to have a little Nathan. He didn't feel lonely in this universe when he had Nathan.

Lastly, once all the toys were cleaned off the floor in Nathan's room, Virgil needed to enter his bedroom and get some shut-eye. He opened the door to the master bedroom slowly, as sometimes when Roman took an 'early night' he actually just wanted to watch a livestream on Twitch. It seemed as though this time he was actually taking an early night and was out like a light.

It was weird that at this point Virgil felt comfortable getting changed around Roman as long as he was asleep. He used to feel so vulnerable showing any skin to anyone, but living with Roman had changed that. Roman seemed to appreciate Virgil for every flaw he had, every panic attack, every negative thought. He didn't even care this amazing cisgender-passing body wasn't going to last that much longer. He was amazing.

Virgil could feel a lump in his throat as he pulled up his pyjama pants, making him take a deep breath and gulp. This was the negative of having someone like Roman – the spouts of nervousness. Nervousness due to the fact that no-one had treated Virgil like this before. Not even his own mother.

He hated having someone care about him. It made him feel all mushy and like there were butterflies attacking his stomach. And the more he thought about it the worse it got – he couldn't stop visualising Roman's glowing eyes and his smile marks and his laugh.

"Calm down Virgil!" Virgil screamed in a desperate whisper, collapsing on the bed opposite Roman and covering his face with his hands. His cheeks felt as red as hot chilli. "I'm such a simp."

Virgil finally got the courage to turn his head to the side when he felt his cheeks had calmed down enough. But he lost his breath again seeing Roman's face. It was so peaceful, like Nathan's was, and was illuminated by the slither of moonlight still outside. His breaths were steady and there were snorts every once in a while – but Virgil had learnt to find that comforting. It was comforting just knowing Roman was alive and actually cared for him.

He was going to miss that. He was going to miss having someone beside him everyday that actually cared about him, and him as in Virgil Grimm.

Slowly Virgil started to shuffle closer to the sleeping thirty year old. He should take advantage of the comfort while he had it. Usually Virgil and Roman slept on the same bed but opposite sides, avoiding touching each other, and that was comforting. But for some reason that didn't seem to be enough for Virgil now.

"What am I doing?" Virgil laughed to himself as he realised he was in half an arm's distance from Roman's chest. Roman slept on his side, one arm resting his head and the other mindlessly dangling one angle or another. In all reality Virgil knew what he was doing – he was wanting closeness.

It felt so nice when Virgil got the courage to lift Roman's slightly limp arm and place it across his waist just under his elbow. Even at night having the contact felt so nice to have. But this meant Virgil was close to Roman's face, he could feel Roman's breaths tickling his face and he could hear every small mumble that escaped whatever dream he was having. His heart was beating and Virgil could feel every pulse. Before Virgil could regret his decision he was surprised by a sudden movement of Roman's free arm bending, and curling to pull Virgil even closer. They were flush against each other – loosely.

"Shit, shit, shit!" Virgil was scream-whispering again and trying to calm his beating heart. His face was in the crook of Roman's neck and his senses were overwhelmed by Roman's body smell, and the sensation of his slightly sweaty skin, and oh my God Virgil loved this!

This panic was good, surprisingly. He had never had a good type of panic before. But these butterflies and tingles were getting addicting now Virgil was so close to the cause.

Virgil managed to manoeuvre himself to raise his head a little, only enough to see the bottom half of Roman's face. All these nerves were begging Virgil to kiss the man cuddling him at the moment, wake him up and flip him on his back to consensually get his way with him. These nerves were making Virgil crazy.

The nerves only satiated a little when Virgil dared to softly kiss a peck onto Roman's shoulder blade. His thoughts were at least peaceful enough to get to sleep, and enjoy the warmth of Roman's body around his. There was one thing for certain – Virgil wasn't going to let this life with Roman go anytime soon.

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Roman was definitely shocked when he awoke the following morning to Virgil safely nestled in his arms. He seemed to still be asleep even though the alarm was blaring, and he looked so peaceful in Roman's embrace. He looked so sweet when he was asleep Roman could probably kiss him.

"Morning Storm, you seem cuddly already." Roman laughed in a lower register than normal, turning when he saw Virgil's hand move to rub his eyes. As Roman stood to get ready for the day, Virgil turned onto his back and opened his eyes. And when his eyes opened he seemed to have a blissful look on his face – then the usual alertness. "Looks like you had a good sleep last night."

"Uh... Yeah. Good sleep." Virgil answered shortly, looking side to side and placing his arm behind his head. He bit his lips slowly and took a deep breath, covering his eyes. He definitely wasn't thinking straight last night. "Um... I've gotta wish Lo luck on that presentation thingy." Virgil still seemed a little unsure as he sat up and crawled out of bed. After a few more hesitating lip movements he left the room and soon Virgil and Logan's booming laughs were heard together. Roman smiled softly as he watched Virgil leave.