Prinxiety Short Stories.

Meeting The Father

AU: Human/High School
Ship(s): Prinxiety, Familial Moxiety
T/W: None.
Type: Fluff because we all need a recovery from the last story.
Notes: *writes teeth rotting fluff directly after soul-crushing angst*

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      Roman smoothed out his shirt and hair for the fifteen-millionth time before hesitantly ringing the doorbell.
      "I GOT IT, I GOT IT, POPS, DON'T YOU DARE ANSWER THAT DOOR!" Virgil's voice sounded through the door accompanied by pounding footsteps. Virgil opened the door with a smile.
      "Hi," he said, slightly out of breath from sprinting.
       "Hey," Roman's voice cracked in a very undignified way. "I am so scared," he breathed, never losing his smile.
       "Oh my god, Princey, don't be scared, my pops is the nicest human you will ever meet. The worst thing he'll do is hug you to death. C'mon in." Virgil opened the door further to let Roman in.
       "Oh son of a bee-sting, I burnt dessert!" An unfamiliar voice called from the kitchen.
       "I'm sure it will still taste great. Pops, this is Roman. Roman, this is my pops." Virgil held one of Roman's hands and gestured to him with the other. A round, freckled face looked up from the oven before splitting into a wide grin.
       "Oh goodness, I've been waiting to meet you!" Mr. Underwood took off bright pink oven mitts and an apron that had a whisk on it with the caption 'Whip It Good'. He ran up to greet Roman with a spine-crushing hug. For such a small man, he was very strong.
      "Jesus, Pops, take it easy!" Virgil laughed, Mr. Underwood released Roman. It was then that Roman realized how much alike Virgil and his father looked.
      They had the same deep chocolate eyes, the same freckles (although Mr. Underwood's were much more prominent), and the same dimples. However, Mr. Underwood's hair was much lighter, was greying slightly at the temples, and framed his face in messy curls. He wore gold wire glasses, and he was a good three inches shorter than Virgil, who was already very short.
       "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Underwood," Roman said politely. Mr. Underwood gave a hearty chuckle.
       "Goodness, I'm not that old, am I? It's Patton, please," Mr- Patton insisted. 
      "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Patton," Roman corrected.
      "That's close enough," Patton conceded. "Well, c'mon, c'mon, I made spaghetti with garlic bread!"
      Dinner had turned into a pun war between Patton and Roman, leaving Virgil banging his head against the table and trying (as well as ultimately failing) not to laugh.
       After dinner, Patton has insisted on bringing out the photo albums.
       "Pops, no! We do not need to bring out the photo albums!" Virgil insisted, a note of panic in his voice.
       "Oh, I think we do, Mr. Patton," Roman countered, much to Patton's delight.
      "Oh, that's when Virge was just a baby—Goodness, look at his wittle butt-"
       "POPS!" Virgil shouted, burying his face in his hands.
        "Aw, but Kiddo, look at how cute-"
       "Pops! I am literally begging you—please put away the photo albums!" Patton grumbled but conceded. Roman could barely contain his laughter.
       "Princey, I will maim you." Virgil glared daggers when Roman sent him a cheeky wink.
       "Aw, you love me, Storm Cloud."
       "Yeah, I do, you stupid Prince." Virgil pecked Roman's cheek, making his face burn. Virgil heard a click from his father's direction and whipped his head to see Patton holding his phone, having just taken a picture.
       "POPS!"