Q: have you ever watched scary godmother?

Pairing: prinxiety

Roman sighed as he scooped a sick Virgil into his arms. “You really can't take care of yourself, can you?” He mumbled with a small frown. Virgil coughed for what seemed to be the hundredth time and leaned his head against Roman's shoulder. “I...” He huffed. “I said I was fine.” He rasped. Roman rolled his eyes. “You're running a high fever, you threw up all of your breakfast this morning, and you've been coughing all day. You're not fine.” Roman stated in a firm tone.

Virgil whined and weakly punched the prince's chest. “Oh my I'm writhing in pain.” Roman replied sarcastically. Virgil stuck his tongue out at him and felt his stomach churn in pain, he curled in on himself and whimpered which worried the prince. “What is it? What hurts?” Roman asked worriedly and brushed the hair away from his flushed face. “My stomach, ugh I hate you.” Virgil whined and squeezed his eyes shut.

“Hate me all you want, you're just delirious from your fever.” Roman huffed and pressed a kiss to his warm cheek. Virgil sighed once the wave of pain passed and lied still in his boyfriend's arms. “I just want to sleep...” He whispered fearing that if he spoke any louder his headache would worsen. “Alright I'll get you to bed, but after that you need to eat something.” Roman pleaded.

Virgil felt his stomach churn at the mention of eating, but for his boyfriend's sake, he reluctantly agreed and slowly nodded his head. He dozed off for a bit, and each time he felt his eyelids droop he jolted back awake. When he noticed that Roman wasn't taking him back to his room he stiffened. “Where are we going?” He questioned sleepily. “My room, your room is too dark and cold, you'll only get more sick if you stay there. So for now you'll be sleeping with me, if that's okay.” Roman replied nonchalantly. “Nooooo....” Virgil whined in protest and shifted in his arms in a weak attempt to escape.

Roman shushed him and held him still in his arms. “Stop, you'll only end up falling and hurting yourself.” He gave him a firm look which only made Virgil even more upset. But not soon after Virgil began to doze off and forgot all about being upset with Roman, now all he wanted to do was cuddle with him. And soon enough he found himself on the prince's bed, his head plopping onto an extremely soft pillow and a blanket being draped over his trembling form.

But that wasn't enough for him, he wanted human contact. He wanted to freaking cuddle.

He whined and turned on his side to face Roman, the royal gave him a quizzical look and tilted his head slightly to the side. “What is it?” He questioned.

Virgil pouted and reached for him. “Let's cuddle.” He grumbled, Roman bit back a laugh and climbed into bed with his sick boyfriend. “You know you're going to be bedridden for at least a week.” He stated, Virgil groaned and wrapped his arms around him, snuggling up against his chest and pressing his cheek against him. His ear over his heart.

“Then it'll be totally worth it.” He whispered.

And then he finally fell to sleep, and in the end he found out that even with all the cramps and aches and throwing up, being able to cuddle with his boyfriend and hug him close was absolutely worth it.