Sanders Sides One-Shots

His Prince

Warnings: Blood, brief description of injuries, exhaustion, insecurity, self doubt

Ship(s): Romantic Prinxiety

Roman sagged with exhaustion as he entered his room, letting his cheerful smile slip off his face. Rubbing his eyes tiredly, he took off his shoes, threw red sash, shield,and bloody sword aside, and collapsed into bed. He sighed with relief as he sagged into the soft mattress, closing his eyes. Today's adventures had been tougher on him than he had let on. Roman had received numerous fatal wounds, but the village witch in his realm had saved him just in time. But, Roman still felt extremely exhausted, in pain, and even a little depressed. All he wanted to do was relax, but he knew that because of his happy facade he put on when he had returned, he knew he would have to leave the comfort of his room and join good fellow sides soon.

As Roman laid in bed, breathing deeply and drifting off, he didn't notice the quiet creak as his bedroom door slowly opened. Virgil stood in the door, his eyes sad as he spotted Roman's exhausted, bloody form. When Roman had stumbled into the common room, his white outfit stained with his own blood and bruises littering his face, Virgil hadn't fallen for his lover's toothy grin for a second. Virgil approached Roman, his gaze softening as he heard the royal's heavy, sleepy breathing. Hesitating slightly, Virgil placed his hands on Roman's back, massaging the tense muscles and trying to get the other trait to relax completely. Roman groaned and his eyes fluttered open.

"Virgil, what are you- Oh God, that feels good..." Roman murmured, his question dying in his throat as Virgil began to work at a particularly hard knot in Roman's lower back.

"Relax. Let me take care of you," Virgil said insistently, kissing the back of Roman's head and going back to work. Roman whimpered at his words, a few tears slipping down his cheeks. He was always the one who took care of and protected Virgil. He was supposed to be strong, and now here he was, in severe pain as Virgil had to waste his time getting him to relax. Virgil heard Roman let out a muffled sob and he grimaced, but continued to work at Roman's tense muscles, deciding that he could properly take care of his boyfriend when he finished. When he was done, he settled into the bed next to his love, gently tugging at his sleeve.

"Darling, can I undress you? Your clothes are filthy," Virgil said gently. Roman sat up in reply, eyes glassy and dazed. Virgil smiled and helped Roman remove his tattered, dirty, and blood caked shirt and pants, fighting back tears as Roman's bruised and battered form came into view. Roman flinched as Virgil's fingers brushed lightly over a particularly nasty wound in his side. Virgil's eyes fell on the would and he sucked in a shaky breath, pressing a kiss before quickly getting up of the bed. Roman gripped the sheets when Virgil got up to go into the bathroom, knowing exactly what he was going to do.

"Virgil, sweetheart, the town mage took care of that. I'm oka-"

"Well, they didn't do a very good job," Virgil snapped, returning with a bowl of warm water and a wash cloth, and a first aid kit. Roman shrank back slightly as Virgil sat back down on the bed, curling up and hugging his knees too guys chest, breathing shakily. Virgil's gaze softened and he cupped Roman's cheek, leaning forward and kissing his prince gently. Roman closed his eyes, returning the kiss, whimpering softly with content. When Virgil pulled away Roman laid back, a silent invitation for Virgil to begin. Virgil took the damp cloth and started to clean the grime and dried blood off of Roman's body, remembering to include affectionate touches and sweet, short kisses to keep Roman from panicking as jolts of pain seared through his body. Virgil put a set of warm, fuzzy pajamas on Roman after cleaning him up and bandaging him, and crawled into the bed next to him, pulling the covers over the two of them. Roman smiled gratefully, if a bit guilty, and wrapped his arms around Virgil, nuzzling into his shoulder and sighing happily.

"Better?" Virgil murmured, petting Roman's hair and pulling him close to his chest. Roman nodded, blinking back tears and clinging desperately to Virgil, unable to hold back small whimpers of pain. Virgil pressed tiny kisses to Roman's cheek, nose, and neck, making the other man giggle slightly and relax against him.

"Thanks. You...You didn't have to-" Roman started, and Virgil pressed a finger to his lips to shush him.

"What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't? Besides, you have no idea how to take care of yourself. Someone has to do it," Virgil teased,making Roman blush. Roman buried his face in Virgil's chest, sighing and muttering something about princes not needing a babysitter. Virgil chuckled, and said nothing of it. As Roman drifted off to sleep, Virgil pressed a kiss to his lips, running his fingers gently through the other man's hair, smiling.

He would always be there for his prince, on the good days and the bad.