Prinxiety Short Stories.

Kiss It Better

AU: Human/Childhood Friends
Ship(s): Prinxiety, blink and you'll miss it Logicality
T/W: Light cursing, minor injury, slight blood (really nothing that bad, I just thought I'd add it just in case)
Notes: Little Roman has a small speech impediment, but writing that physically pained me, so just use your ~imagination~.

~~~5 Years Old~~~

Virgil sat on the ground, holding his knee to his chest. A few kids had pushed him around a bit and he'd scraped his knee on the playground.
Don't cry, don't cry, everyone will stare, don't cry, don't-
"Virgil!" A familiar voice called. Roman. He couldn't really pronounce his "L" or "R" sounds, making Virgil's name sound almost like gibberish, but Virgil found comfort in it nonetheless.
"Are you okay?" Roman asked, kneeling beside Virgil. The homemade crown he always wore sat crookedly on his auburn hair and his big green eyes were filled with concern.
"Y-Yeah... I just hur-hurt my kn-knee on the-the playground," Virgil sniffled. Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, DON'T- it was too late. The tears were falling and Virgil was powerless to stop them.
"Oh no, Virge, it's okay! Here, I'll kiss it better." Roman lowered his face to Virgil's knee and kissed it softly. Virgil didn't know why, but the touch of Roman's lips made his cheeks heat, his stomach do a flip, and helped infinitely with the sting in his knee.
"Better? My mama says that a kiss takes all the pain away," Roman's gap-toothed smile was infectious and Virgil smiled too.
"Better. Thank you, Ro," Virgil said, wiping his eyes. Roman's eyes lit up as he dragged his friend to his feet.
"Onto our next quest, brave knight!"

~~~8 Years Old~~~

Virgil hissed as the paper cut into the skin on the back of his hand. "Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch..." Virgil examined the small cut with a grimace. It may have been small, but as anyone who has ever had a paper cut can tell you, it hurt like crazy.
"Ooh, gosh, that's the worst," Roman looked over with a wince before grabbing Virgil's wrist and dragging him into the bathroom. He ran Virgil's hand under the cold tap, gingerly washed it, and patted it dry with a paper towel.
"The new kid—Logan, I think—he told me anytime it bleeds you should wash it so it doesn't get infected," Roman said proudly, examining his handiwork. "Still hurt?" Virgil nodded.
"Yeah, more than it should for it being so smal—" Virgil cut himself off when Roman pressed his lips gently to the back of his hand. His heart jumped into his throat and he was positive he'd stopped breathing.
"A kiss takes all the pain away." Virgil nodded dumbly, not trusting his voice.
"C'mon, Virge, we've got an art project to finish."

~~~15 Years Old~~~

Virgil stared at himself in the bathroom mirror. One of his eyes was slowly turning to a sickening shade of purple and his nose had recently stopped bleeding. That's what you get when you're gay and unpopular I guess.
He heard the door open behind him and quickly pulled his hood over his head, trying to attract as little attention as possible.
"Virgil? Oh my god, what happened to you?" Before he knew it, Virgil's face was in Roman's hands and he was looking up at him like a puppy that's been kicked too many times. The reality of the situation hit him and his face steadily increased in redness. "Who did this?"
"Just some guys from the football team, it's really not a big deal, Princey." Roman looked personally offended by this.
"It is a very big deal, Virgil! You're hurt!" Roman run his thumb over Virgil's cheek affectionately.
Just friends, don't go falling for him, Virgil. He scolded himself.
"Want me to kiss it better?" Roman's voice was nearly a whisper, but Virgil heard him loud and clear. He nodded slightly, not missing the blush on his best friend's face as he kissed the developing bruise.
"I'll see you later, Virgil." Roman turned on his heel and walked out of the bathroom, leaving Virgil alone.

~~~18 Years Old~~~

Virgil watched with his hot cocoa as two of his best friends ice skated happily. Well, Patton skated happily as Logan clung to his waist, shouting his name repeatedly, collapsing Patton into a fit of giggles.
"Idiots," Roman scoffed affectionately into his tea.
"Idiots in love," Virgil corrected, taking a sip of his (far too) hot cocoa. "Ouch, ouch, motherfuck—"
"Virge, there are children around!" Roman scolded, laughing slightly.
"I burnt my freakin' tongue!" Virgil whined, sticking it out into the winter air, hoping to sooth it. There was a beat of silence before Roman spoke up.
"Want me to kiss it better?" Virgil's eyes widened.
"What?"
Roman blushed, the reality of what he'd offered crashing over him. "What? Oh- I didn't mean- 'cause, y'know, when we were little I would—" Virgil shut him up by grabbing the front of his red and gold hoodie.
"Shut up and kiss me, Princey." Virgil pulled Roman closer but allowed him to close the gap, which he did eagerly. Virgil melted, feeling the bitter cold of the December air fade to warmth that exploded in his body like fireworks. When Roman disconnected their lips, Virgil smiled and laughed breathlessly.
"I've literally wanted to do that for ten years."