prinxiety one shots

This wasn't meant to happen

In this they are not dating but end up drunk and hook up(no details)

"Look," Virgil hissed across their starters. "This was clearly a misunderstanding on both of our parts. Let's just go our separate ways and pretend this never happened. No one needs to get hurt."
Roman topped up Virgil's red wine in response.

Virgil's fingers flexed restlessly on the table. He glanced around at the restaurant, the innocent families and lovers and servers who had no idea the danger they were in if Roman got angry.
Roman plucked up one of the tiny delicacies on his plate and offered it up to Virgil between two fingers, eyebrow rising. "They're delicious. Try one."
"You can't be serious. Is this a new form of torture? Did you know?"
"Who you were? No." Roman popped the smoked salmon crostini into his mouth. "But it's rude to run out on dinner and I won't pretend I'm not...curious."

"It's rude to threaten an entire restaurant full of people," Virgil muttered.
"It's rude to cause a scene," Roman stated. "You're trying to make this one. You can leave when we're done - or is it that you are simply too much of a grunt to hold a civil conversation for one hour of your life?"
"Maybe I just don't want to get to know you."
"Why?" Roman met his gaze. "Scared I'm not the monster you think I am? That you'll have to admit that the person you spend so much of your time trying to ruin is just a person like you? With friends? And an apparently pitiful dating life."

Virgil snorted at that, even as his stomach gave an uneasy roll. Because, well, yes. He didn't want to know if his nemesis had a fluffy white cat or siblings or a love for smoked salmon crostini's. It didn't make what he had to do any easier if they were just people.

Virgil dropped his gaze to his own food and took a bite, trying to force his shoulders to untense. He'd been excited for this date. He'd felt his stomach flutter a little before the bastard opened his mouth and ruined everything with that familiar voice and unfamiliar loving smile. Ugh.

Still, it felt like a betrayal to even consider getting on. Like that meant he was somehow fine with what Roman did if he wasn't arguing every step of the way. And it was...difficult. His scars prickled just knowing the person who gave them was sitting across from them.

He'd been on dates before and the scars always raised questions, or a second glance, or pity, or something.

He eyed the long-sleeved shirt and jeans that the other was wearing, almost every possible inch of skin covered. He caught the raised white line across the back of Roman's hand anyway where he had once got a shot in, I swallowed.
Roman's gaze followed his stare and his hand twitched back.
"Sorry," Virgil blurted, before he could stop himself. "I - god. I always hate the staring, you know."
"I haven't done this in a really long time," Roman stated. "I'm not-this isn't what I normally do."
"Well, yeah, I know all about what you normally do."
Roman laughed at that, before reaching for the wine glass again. "And you? What do you normally do when you're not dressed in that fantastic outfit of yours? Did you make it yourself?"
"You know I'm not going to answer that question."
He grinned. "So you did make it yourself," as if that was the question Virgil couldn't answer rather than what he did. Though secret identity seemed a somewhat debatable at this point now that they knew each other's faces.

Roman's grin faded at the exact same time that any urge to laugh Virgil had came to a crashing halt. They stared at each other.
"You're going to look, aren't you?" he asked. "You have a name, my face..."
"So do you. Are you saying you're not going to use this against me?"
Of course he would. That was why the secret had been so important-how could either of them not use this, when so much was at stake?
Virgil downed his wine, hand shaking. Because if Roman could happily blow up a restaurant full of strangers to get to him, what was he going to do with information on his friends and family? "I can't eat," he confessed. "I think I'm going to be sick."