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Prinxiety Fluff Drabble
Virgil wasn't huge on touch. He just never enjoyed it. He had gone a long time without any sort of hugging or even brushing someone's hand. It didn't upset him. He liked his space. He liked his privacy. He liked feeling cold and set apart.
He wasn't with Janus and Remus anymore. He wasn't exactly with Roman, Logan, and Patton at the time, either. He didn't have anyone emotionally close to him, so he didn't let anyone physically close to him. He didn't feel a need to touch humans.
That was until he accidentally took Roman's hand. Virgil blamed Patton for the situation that followed. Virgil hadn't minded it. He'd been flustered and irritated. But the touch itself didn't hurt. In fact, it felt great. Roman's hand had been warm and soft, only slightly calloused. He wanted that kind of gentle, calming contact again. But that meant asking for it. That meant having to be close to one of them. So that was a no. He didn't need anymore touch.
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Virgil tucked his face into Roman's shoulder, absorbing the prince's warmth.
It had been such a long day of trying to create something. Videos demanded ideas, which triggered stress and anxiety. By the time they'd come up with something good and started on it, Roman and Virgil were exhausted. Virgil was still shaking from the small anxiety attack they'd managed to give Thomas. They never meant to upset him so much. It was part of the process. Granted, that had been happening less and less lately. He supposed that was good.
The stress had thoroughly exhausted both Sides and they'd retreated to their own rooms. Logan and Patton were used to it. They hardly ever ate dinner as a group anymore. They didn't really need to eat anyways. It had just been a nice thing that they could do to be together. Now Virgil only really ate when he stole snacks to eat while watching endless conspiracy videos. They heard Logan and Patton in the kitchen, eating dinner themselves. They didn't care to join. Neither had the energy to have any sort of social interaction. Virgil only gathered the energy to put on his skeleton onesie, go to Roman's room, and collapse next to the prince.
Somehow, Roman had enough strength to move their bodies closer. Virgil didn't object in any way. Roman knew what he was and wasn't comfortable with. Besides, it wasn't often that Virgil was comfortable with being so close. It was a special moment to cherish if the emo let himself be cuddled this way.
So Roman lay there, holding Virgil to his chest, cozy.
#this isn't much#but it's been sitting in my docs for a while#maybe someone will like it#sanders sides#sanders sides drabble#thomas sanders#ts roman#roman sanders#roman sanders sides#tss roman#virgil sanders#ts virgil#virgil sanders sides#tss virgil#roman x virgil#virgil x roman#prinxiety#prinxiety fluff#prinxiety drabble
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Don’t Think About It
Stream-of-thought fic based on this little writing game!
My prompt was “Wait, what do you mean, you kinda like me?” which game me Virgil vibes so here’s the first Prinxiety fic I’ve ever written. Enjoy 💖💜
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“Wait, what do you mean, you kinda like me?” Virgil was red like a tomato, staring at Roman like he’d grown two heads. The other avoided his eyes, just as red.
“It means that I would like to go on a date with you. Only if you want to of course!” Virgil felt like his brain stopped working five minutes ago. There was no way Roman was interested in him, they barely got along as friends!
“If this is a prank I will put you in the hospital, princey,” he growled, his fight or flight instinct kicking in but Roman held up his hands.
“I would never joke about matters of the heart Virgil! That is a line I would never cross!” Yeah, that was fair. Virgil took a deep breath, trying to calm down. He shouldn’t go off like this, he knew Roman better than that and knew his words held true.
“I know, sorry.” He sighed. “But you can’t spring shit like that on me out of nowhere.”
“I mean, I was flirting with you for the last two weeks, I figured you picked up on it.”
“No, you weren’t,” Virgil denied, flushing red again. Had he been that dense?
“Oh yes, I was.” Roman laughed nervously. “But it’s fine that you didn’t notice, I tried to be more subtle than usual so I didn’t overwhelm you.” Great! Now Virgil was flushing for a different reason. Sometimes he hated how accommodating Roman could be. But before he could apologize, Roman kept talking. “And I don’t need an answer from you right away, take your time to think about it, I can wait a little longer.” He turned to walk away but Virgil grabbed his arm without thinking.
“Wait!” He froze, not quite sure himself what he was about to say. Roman looked at him expectantly and the light hit his hair in a way that made it look really soft and his green eyes were shimmering, and damn Virgil was gay.
So he thought: fuck it.
“Let’s go. On a date,” he breathed out before he could stop himself. And as a smile made its way across Roman’s lips he couldn’t even think to regret it for one second.
#namiswriting#my writing#writing game#prinxiety#love confession#ts virgil#virgil sanders#ts roman#roman sanders#drabble#short fic#stream of thought#fanfiction#sanders sides
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hi guys, so i’m going on a road trip tomorrow ! if you want to send fandom asks or drabble requests to my inbox, here’s my fandoms/ships:
stranger things: byler, lumax, elmax, elumax, ronance, steddie
hsmtmts: caswen, portwell, portbowell
cobra kai: lawrusso, silverusso, binary boyfriends, samtory
(getting into old fandoms lol)
pjo/hoo: percabeth, solangelo, valdangelo (!!), valgrace (or other ships...i haven’t really written much of anything for it so i’m an open book--)
sanders sides: prinxiety, logicality, sleepxiety, prinxiesleep, royality (i think that’s it?)
i’d appreciate having something to work on or just talking about fandom stuff :-) thank you <33
#and now to tag all of these--#stranger things#byler#lumax#elmax#elumax#ronance#steddie#hsmtmts#caswen#portwell#portbowell#cobra kai#lawrusso#silverusso#binary boyfriends#samtory#now that i think about it i hope editing won't be too much of a hassle on mobile because i won't have my laptop--whatever it's fine#pjo#hoo#percabeth#solangelo#valdangelo#valgrace#sanders sides#prinxiety#logicality#sleepxiety#prinxiesleep#royality
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Knife Play
!a series of me uploading the kinktober fics/drabbles i made years ago because i didnt back in 2020 for some fuckin reason. if these are bad/poor quality its because theyre old, and ive improved since then :)!
Prinxiety (Roman x Virgil)
Day 10: knife kink
Warnings: knife play, bondage, blindfolds, cutting/bleeding, grinding
"Virgil! Quit being a tease," Roman whines, tugging at the handcuffs keeping his hands bound to the headboard. The sharp metal cuts into his skin and he hisses, but doesn't complain, as he rather likes the feeling.
He just wishes Virgil would hurry up. He'd glare at him if he could, but alas, the blindfold over his eyes prevented him from doing so.
"I'm not trying to tease, Ro," Virgil responds, sounding a mix between annoyed and nervous. "You can't just ask me to cut you up and expect me not to be nervous about it. I'm literally the embodiment of anxiety."
"I didn't ask you to cut me up," Roman argues.
Virgil huffs, and Roman feels a sudden weight on his lower midsection. If he had to take a guess, he'd say Virgil just sat on him. He was proven right when he feels surprisingly smooth hands run over his chest.
The hands run over his biceps and abs, before they're off him. "You asked me to press a blade to your skin, and said you wouldn't mind if I made you bleed."
"I wouldn't."
Roman hears Virgil scoff, and mutter "masochist," under his breath. Roman can't deny that.
Then Roman feels the sharpness of a knife press against his throat and his breath hitches.
"Colour?" Virgil asks, clearly sounding hesitant. Roman can both hear it in his voice, and feel it with how lightly the blade is pressed against his skin.
"Green," Roman answers, smiling. "Don't be afraid, Vi, I asked you to do this. I like the adrenaline."
He hears Virgil huff. "I know, you made sure to mention that when bringing this up."
Roman grins, before rolling his hips up against Virgil, who moans and grinds down in response. "Asshole," Virgil mutters under his breath, and Roman lets out a breathy chuckle.
That is, until, the knife Virgil was holding to his neck suddenly presses down a little bit deeper. Roman draws in a sharp breath, anticipation coursing through him. If Virgil wanted to slash his throat right now, he could, and Roman couldn't fight back.
And while Roman didn't want to die, he had to admit the helplessness and inability to fight back was rather arousing.
He feels Virgil grind down against him again, as the knife trails down Roman's neck and over his chest. He feels the cool blade circle his nipple and he shivers. He hears Virgil take a deep breath, before the knife trails down his chest, pressing into his skin a bit as it trails over his stomach.
He feels the sting as it slices into his skin, letting out a pleased moan.
"Colour?" Virgil asks again. Roman feels his hand rub over his chest, and he feels his own blood being smeared over it.
"Green," Roman whines in response, before feeling Virgil's supposed tongue on his chest. From the way it feels, it's like he's licking up the blood, and that's basically confirmed when Virgil licks over the cut he just made. Roman shivers and whines, and Virgil grinds down on his hard-on in response.
"Virgil, please," Roman begs, rolling his hips in a desperate attempt to gain more friction. Virgil doesn't respond audibly, instead letting the knife drag over Roman's chest, cutting into him yet again. Roman moans again at the pain, grinding up against Virgil. This time, he hears Virgil let out a quiet moan in response, and Roman grins.
"That was cute," Roman coos, and he can only picture the scowl on Virgil's face.
"I have a knife pressed to chest. Do you really want to test me right now?" comes Virgil's response.
Roman lets out a breathy laugh, following up with "maybe," and in return, he gets another slash to his chest, which causes him to moan.
"F-for someone so hesitant to do this, you sure seem to be enjoying it," Roman teases yet again, stammering over his words as Virgil continued to grind against him.
Virgil lets out a breathy moan. "Can't help it," he moans out, Roman feeling the knife just be laid against his skin. Virgil isn't actively trying to cut him, focused now on just grinding against Roman, and Roman was happy to grind back.
Virgil's hands are feeling over Roman's toned chest, and he's back to dragging the blade over his body, continuing to grind against Roman.
"Roman," Virgil moans, quietly, the knife digging into Roman's chest yet again. Roman moans, rolling his hips up against Virgil's.
"Vi," Roman whines, back arching off the bed, the knife digging into him harder as a result. He just moaned even louder. "Vi, 'm so close."
"Come for me, then, princey," Virgil responds, knife still dragging across Roman's chest. He has an idea, and he quickly carves a "V" into Roman's chest, continuing his assault on Roman's crotch, before Roman lets out a moan of Virgil's name, coming in his boxers. Virgil was quick to follow, letting out a hushed moan as he did, continuing to grind against Roman through his own orgasm.
They both take a few minutes to catch their breaths, before Virgil quickly gets to work with untying Roman.
"I didn't hurt you too badly, did I?" Virgil asks, as he slips the blindfold off Roman's face. Roman shakes his head, as he takes Virgil's hand and they walk to the bathroom. In there, Roman takes a few seconds to admire his bloody chest, getting particularly excited when he sees the "V" Virgil sliced. Roman can heal the wounds anyway, but with the adoring way he was staring at the cut, Virgil guessed he would probably turn it into a scar.
Perks of not being real.
He's disappointed when they shower, but he understands why they need to. He can't just stay covered in blood.
Afterwards, they cuddle together in soft pajamas, Virgil's hands softly running over Roman's newfound wounds. They fall asleep like that, both of them smiling softly.
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hi, yes hello we exist
This acc is owned by 2 people btw
ari/emrys, take ur pick: i claim roman for myself
aly: she is the definition of a prinxiety fusion but she claims virgil
welcome to hell
this is just 110% a prinxiety blog because we would die for them (or i would at least)
Here you will find:
perhaps writing drabbles
perhaps incorrect quotes
uh
art maybe (ari/emrys sucks at art so that'll be aly)
probably just random rants bc we can't stop crying over them
!! PLEASE NOTE !!
Please do not send/mention/tag us in any ships other than prinxiety that have Roman or Virgil in it (roceit, dukexiety, etc.) Only exception is anxceit and POSSIBLY royality. Any other ship with any other side? Go wild (aly especially loves loceit)
Ships that trigger us the most are roceit and dukexiety, so please, huge emphasis on ^
This is pretty much strictly a prinxiety blog, so anti prinxiety shippers DNI please. Feel free to block if you must. /srs
ABSOLUTELY NO PROSHIPPERS/DEFENDERS. (we're looking at you r*mr*m shippers.) if you even think it's existence is okay, DNI. /srs it's really not that hard to ship something,, legal so. why not give it a go?
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My Hot Topic
Prinxiety crack fic (kinda)
Description: Roman takes Virgil to Hot Topic, which isn't anything out of the ordinary but why is he in formal wear?
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Virgil had no clue why Roman was bouncing around more than usual, he had asked Virgil if he wanted to go to the mall that morning, Virgil wondered if he even needed to ask anymore because they had been dating for a few years now, and Roman knew exactly where Virgil liked to waste his money at the mall.
The odd thing was, other than Roman buzzing with energy somehow even more than normal, was that after Virgil had gotten dressed he was still waiting for Roman to hurry up.
“What’s taking so long princey? Do you need me to do your eye liner again?”
“No no no, ma m my d-dearest darkest knight, I, I-I’ll be right out!” Roman called out. He was stuttering as well, adding to his strange behavior.
Virgil heard Roman’s door open, he turned to make some snarky comment about Roman’s beauty routine, but the words died in his throat.
Roman walked down the stairs wearing black dress pants and shoes. He had on a white button up shirt, and over it was a deep red vest with a swirling floral pattern and black accents, and a near identical red tie. Virgil was confused (and now felt underdressed) but couldn’t stop staring.
Roman finally reached the bottom of the stairs, but when he would normally be standing tall with a smug look on his face, he was now blushing incredibly and shifting on his feet from side to side, and hardly maintaining eye contact.
“Um. . . uh. You look amazing Ro, but uh, we’re just going to the mall right?” Virgil finally choked out after gawking at Roman.
“Uh oh yeah we are, I just felt like being dressed up no other reason! Not at all! Nope nope!” It was suspicious but cute, so Virgil let whatever he wasn't telling him go, for now.
“Okay then. You look cute hun I really like it, now let's go.”
Roman was tense the whole ride there, his hands had an iron grip on the steering wheel, Virgil thought he was going to break it and they’d crash because of how tense Roman seemed to be. He’d get it out of him later when they were back home watching movies in bed.
As soon as they entered the building they walked straight for Hot Topic, there weren't many other places there that Vigil regularly shopped at. When they got to the entrance he noticed Roman hesitated. “Hey Ro, everything okay?” He was really starting to worry, why would Roman be so stressed about a typical mundane outing?
“Of course I’m fine Storm cloud, everything is a-okay, peachy, easy-breezy lemon sqeezey, smooth as a breeze-”
“Okay hun I believe you.” He did not. It sounded like Roman was trying to convince himself, and maybe even hype himself up? They walked into the store anyways.
Virgil scouted through the Nightmare Before Christmas merch, then made his way over to the band t-shirts, like he needed any more. Before he could scope out the skirts and jewelry he heard Roman call him over.
“Hey scaremore come look at this!”, “Okay Ro.” He called back.
He made his way over to the middle of the store where Roman was. He had his back turned to Virgil, and seemed to be stumbling with whatever he had in his hands.
Before he knew it, Roman had turned to him and got on one knee, holding out a box, and when he opened it, the coolest ring Virgil had ever seen was on display for him. The metal was dark, and in the center was a purple gem with two smaller ones on either side of it.
All the nervousness and uncertainty left Roman when he stared up into his dark day dream’s eyes, and saw the tears forming there and the biggest grin Roman had ever seen on Virgil, except for maybe when he first asked him out and they started dating.
“Virgil A. Storm, would you do me the honor of becoming my dearest dark prince?” Okay so there was still some nervousness left in him.
“Really Roman, you decided to propose to me in a Hot Topic?” but there was no bite in his words, made obvious by his ridiculously big smile and the tears that had started to fall.
“Because you're my hot topic.”
“That’s so stupid I love you!”
“So is that a yes?”
“Of course it is you stupid idiot!”
The few people who were in the store (mostly the workers) clapped and congratulated them, and let each of them pick out something from the store for free. Roman took a Gryffindor sweater, whereas Virgil picked out a purple dress that was the wall paper from the Haunted Mansion Disney ride.
“You know I love to see you in a dress, my pretty prince.”
“Well you’re not seeing me in it till the wedding.”
“Fair enough.”
And they lived happily ever after or whatever. ~Fin~
#prinxiety#virgil sanders#roman sanders#roman x virgil#sanders sides#sanders asides#prinxiety fic#prinxiety drabble#sanderssides#I thought of this the other day and thought it was stupid so I wrote it down#I'm doing this instead of finals#creativity sanders#anxiety sanders
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coming soon~
(Alternative title: I NEED TO LEARN MORE ABOUT FOOTBALL)
I only know the pure basics of football
So this is a very rough idea
I’m probably going to do ‘research’
Aka sliding up to my Bros™️ and pestering them with questions
But anyways I have intense love for Highschool!Prinxiety
So Virgil and Roman both play football
Because Jock!Virgil is so under-appreciated
BUT they play on rival teams
Idk what it’s like in other places
But high school rivalries can get REALLY intense in the U.S.
(Someone got their wrist broken at one of my high school games)
So they’re playing against each other
And let’s say Virgil is a running back
(Putting the flight in fight or flight, amiright?)
Roman is a tackle
(My boy is the PRIME beefcake himbo)
And a lot of times rival games are right before homecoming dance
So they’re considered really important
Cuz who wants to get their ass beat right before homecoming?
Roman and Virgil are both completely determined to win
Tensions are high
We got that intense eye contact during kickoff
(You’ve seen football movies; you know how gay that shit is)
And the entire game Roman is just constantly trying to block Virgil
And Virgil is constantly trying to get around him
Eventually Roman manages to absolutely bring Virgil down
Cue slow motion sexual tension
Because have you ever been tackled to the ground by some gorgeous, heavy-breathing, block of muscle?
It’s hard to avoid sexual tension
I really don’t understand why football is considered a sport for straight people
Slow motion moment ends as a thousand pounds of other sweaty boys pile on top of them
Both Roman and Virgil get injured
How bad? Don’t know yet.
Who wins? I guess we’ll all have to wait and see.
At the end, Roman walks over and congratulates Virgil on a good game
Knowing me, they’ll kiss
Can I write a fic without Virgil getting kissed? Apparently not.
And then one asks the other to go as their date to the dance
Aw yeaaaaaa, baby
EDIT: this fic has been fleshed out and completed! you can read chapter 1 here and chapter 2 here
Adding my taglist because this is what y’all are going to have to be dealing with in a week or two: @phan-fander @abi-beehive @fandomfan315 @cas-is-a-hunter
#prinxiety#romantic prinxiety#prinxiety drabble#prinxiety wip#prinxiety fic#prinxiety high school au#sanders high school au#ts roman#ts virgil#bullet point fic#prinxiety fluff#prinxiety fanfic#starlight writes
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[insert prompt here]: Could I request three sentences of anaroceit bickering? You can pick what it's about, or i can send another prompt. Unless you just meant asks about your current WIPs, in which case, Next: write the next sentence of your current WIP and then send it.
This is uh... Slightly more than 3 sentences, but here they are XD
Writing taglist: @iclaimedtobethebetterbard
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Virgil lay down on the sofa, pulling the blanket up to his chin. It was one that Patton had crocheted, made of a soft grey wool, perfect for the rare moment that Virgil actually got to relax and take a short nap. Sighing contentedly, he rested his head on the cushioned arm of the sofa and began to close his eyes.
"Virgil!" The door burst open, rattling as it slammed against the wall.
In an instant, Virgil sat up, throwing the blanket off and whipping his head towards the sound.
"Tell him!" Roman demanded, storming into the living room. It only took a second to deduce that Roman wasn't mad at him - he was gesturing wildly, focusing more on his own movements than Virgil himself. This must just be one of his regular rants about theatre, or something else he was passionate about.
"Tell Janus," Roman continued, and Virgil saw his boyfriend stood in the doorway behind Roman with a sly smirk, "that the hero's journey is one of the best story formats!"
"It's overused," Janus said lazily, glancing down at his gloves. He looked gorgeous, draped against the doorframe as if he didn't have a care in the world. And that was the point, really - he rarely cared about the stance he took in arguments, only choosing something that was sure to get Roman or Virgil riled up, all while acting sexy and distracting until his opponent forgot what they'd been arguing about in the first place. Virgil had been on the other end of enough debates with Janus to figure that out.
"It's a classic," Roman countered. "It wouldn’t be used so much if it wasn't good!"
"Princey, he's just trying to wind you up." Virgil sighed, rubbing his eyes before he turned to Janus and raised an eyebrow. "J, leave him alone."
"Ha!" Roman said, grinning triumphantly at Janus.
Virgil folded his arms. "You're not off the hook either."
"What? Why?"
"You woke me up from my nap."
"Oh, my dear." Janus smirked as he sauntered across the room. And oh, Virgil knew that look. The look which meant Janus wanted something, and knew exactly how he was going to get it. He sat gingerly down on the sofa next to Virgil and cupped his cheek, and Virgil melted into the soft caress of his silky gloves. "If Roman doesn't want to co-operate, I suppose... I could help you relax."
"Hey no, that's not fair!" Roman protested. Then his expression turned just as sly as Janus', and he knelt in front of Virgil. Gently, he took one of Virgil’s hands, pressing his lips to the back of it. "I apologise for waking you, my dearest stormcloud, the prince of my dreams, love of my-"
"Alright, stop," Virgil whined, using his free hand to ineffectually cover the dark blush he could feel heating up his face. That damn prince and his gorgeous voice and ability to make Virgil melt with a simple nickname. It was entirely unfair. "Fine, you can both nap with me. As long as you're quiet."
"Of course, my darling," Janus said, pressing a kiss to Virgil’s free hand as Virgil settled himself on the sofa.
Roman lay down between Virgil and the back of the sofa, but was still practically on top of him. Not that Virgil minded - Roman was so warm, and gave the most comfortable, secure cuddles that made Virgil feel safe.
Janus wrapped his arms around both Virgil and Roman, lying down on Virgil’s other side. Virgil was pretty sure there wasn't quite enough space for him there, but Janus was nothing if not clingy during cuddles, hanging on like a limpet.
Despite their promise to remain quiet, Janus and Roman occasionally lifted their heads to snipe at each other, but Virgil found he couldn’t really care, drifting off to the sound of his boyfriends' voices.
#sanders sides#virgil sanders#roman sanders#janus sanders#anaroceit#ts virgil#ts roman#ts janus#sanders sides fanfiction#drabble#prinxieceit#prinxiety#anxceit#roceit
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Emeralds
Pairing: Romantic Prinxiety
Warnings: N/A
word count: 241
A/N: This is just a quick fluff drabble I made on a whim. I’m not that much of a writer so enjoy I guess?
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His eyes shined like emeralds, glittering and shining so brilliantly, he could barely look away.
Roman sighed, leaning against his hand as he stared. He always liked Virgil's eyes. It was the very first thing he had noticed, besides the obvious edgy style of the emo. They had met maybe 4? 5? Years ago, and yet, he remembered it clear as day.
"Princey? You ok?" Virgil asked, snapping the princely man out of his gaze.
"Hm?" Roman hummed before he realized he had been asked a question. "Oh- Of course darkling, Just admiring."
Virgil quirked a brow, "Admiring what?"
The princely man only smiled a little wider.
"You," he replied simply.
As the Emo desperately tried to hide his flushed face, he couldn't help but laugh softly.
"I can't tell if you're messing with me." Virgil said with a huff
“Of course, I’m not. Is it so wrong to admire your beauty?” Roman inquired, tilting his head to the side, a soft smile on his lips, "After all, we're dating now, right?"
Virgil huffed again, “Just started.” he corrected, “It’s only been a week.”
Gently, Roman took his hand, “That, you are correct.” he kissed the back of his hand, “Still see no reason to not stare into your wonderful eyes nor your lips.” he smiled.
Virgil scoffed in an attempt to act annoyed, although his smile gave it away.
“Sap.” he said, Rolling his eyes
“But now yours’, my dear.”
#Romantic prinxiety#prinxiety#sanders sides fic#prinxiety fic#drabble#ro just loves Virgil#established prinxiety#I don't have a writing taglist so I won't be tagging anyone
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how about "im not leaving you, Virgil"?
Trigger warnings: heavy angst, crying, breakdowns, suicidal thoughts
Virgil was crying.
He called Roman at the theatre, already in the middle of a breakdown and convinced he was better off dead. Not actively suicidal, but getting there.
“I can’t handle this anymore, this is so stupid, you should just leave me, just leave—”
“Virgil!” Roman had tears in his eyes as he drove home, to his stormcloud. “I’m not leaving you. I’m not leaving you, Virgil. I love you.”
He sniffled, still quietly crying. “I love you so much.”
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❤️ Sparring Match - Prinxiety Oneshot 💜
Prompt:
Genre: fluff
AU: I imagine it as human, but you can take it as them being in their canon setting too
Warnings: mention of (pretend) stabbing, (plastic) weapons and (pretend) death, though all these things are just briefly acted out and it isn't in detail or anything
A/N: hey! I see people putting fanfictions on here so decided to do the same, so uh, let me know if you wanna see more of my stuff or something! I post fics more regularly on Wattpad, and my account name there is @you_gota_fiend_in_me. I have a Sanders Sides oneshot book and am also working on a Danganronpa oneshots book and possibly a Cecilos (WTNV) oneshots book!
I know this isn't what the original prompt was about, but I found this idea cute. Also, sorry it's short! This was really all I could do with the idea, but I hope you enjoy regardless!
Word count: 362
Virgil didn't quite know how Roman had managed to convince him to do this, but he found himself in the living room with all the furniture pushed against the walls as he "battled" with his boyfriend, plastic swords in both their hands. As their swords clashed together Virgil was walking backwards, Roman following him, and Virgil soon found himself trapped between Roman and a wall. As ridiculous as he thought this game was, he was competitive, and he could tell from the triumphant grin on Roman's face that he was about to lose if he didn't think fast.
They were swordfighting, so that bought Virgil some time to think — until Roman brought the plastic sword to Virgil's throat.
“Surrender!” Roman bellowed.
"Never." Virgil leaned over the plastic sword and kissed Roman. Roman was surprised at how sudden it was, but after a moment he dropped his "weapon" and leaned into the kiss.
Eventually the two pulled away from the kiss, though their heads remained close together. Roman felt something jab his chest and was confused until he saw the smug smirk on his boyfriend's face and realised Virgil hadn't dropped his own sword.
"You fiend!" Roman jumped back, glaring at Virgil, though he wasn't truly mad. Just a sore loser. "Evil!"
Virgil laughed as Roman clutched his chest dramatically and sank to the floor. "I have been wounded! Stabbed without remorse! And by he who I thought loved me, no less."
"Of course I love you, doofus," said Virgil, crouching down to kiss Roman's forehead.
"Too late! I am past the point of being cured. You did this to me, you ... you brute! You barbarian! Bleh." Roman fell fully onto the carpet, feigning death.
"Well, that's a shame," Virgil said with an indifferent shrug, standing up. "Because I was going to propose a date watching Disney movies with the brave prince, but I suppose I'll have to do that on my own now."
"Wait! Maybe the prince shall live after all." Roman scrambled to his feet, much to Virgil's amusement. "Yep! It's a miracle!"
"And does he forgive me?" Virgil asked.
"I suppose," Roman replied.
"Good, let's put the couch back then."
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Roman woke up to the sound of fingernails clicking on glass, and even before he opened his eyes, he could tell there was a light coming from somewhere in the room.
“What are you doing awake?” he groaned, rolling over so that he was somewhat on top of Virgil, who he knew was sitting up in bed, on his phone.
“Couldn’t sleep,” the other said softly, bringing one hand down and resting his fingers into Roman’s hair. Virgil was used to this, having had insomnia most of his life, and he was usually pretty careful not to wake Roman up. “Go back to sleep, princey.”
Roman groaned sleepily, and swatted his hand up, trying to push away the phone from Virgil’s hand. “You go to sleep.”
“I’m going, I’m going.” Virgil chuckled, rolling his eyes, and laid down, setting his phone aside. He would lay with Roman until the other fell asleep, and then once he was, Virgil would sit back up and go back to his game.
With a hum of contentment, Roman curled up in Virgil’s arms and nuzzled up against the curve of his neck. “Love you, spiderling,” he murmured.
“I love you, too. No go to sleep.”
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33 for Prinxiety it you would like? 💖💖
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101 ways to say i love you - writing prompts
they are so soft oh my gosh oh my gosh okay, so my first thought was that the prompt was said by roman but i tried to go somewhere a little different so i hope you enjoy!!
content warning: set after svs redux/pof, mention of self-worth issues
33. I’ll protect you.
The lone candle in the room is a proud soldier, wielding light across a battlefield of words. Roman looks up from his writing, watching the flame flicker and allowing himself to release a breath before he looks back down at the crumpled paper littering the floor around the bin under his desk, then at the page he’s currently working on. Another sigh escapes him. His handwriting is practically a scrawl by this point, and his wrist is aching. Sleep is tugging at his eyelids but he knows he can’t let up- not until he comes up with something he can be proud of, that they can be proud of-
Roman startles as his candle is suddenly extinguished, and as he turns his head a face appears next to his, illuminated by a torch.
“Boo.”
A scream is ripped from Roman’s throat as he throws himself back in his chair. He dives for his sword, which is propped against the wall beside his desk, but stops when he finally acknowledges the sound of breathless laughter. His gaze clocks the figure, who is currently hauling himself onto the top of a nearby cabinet. As he focuses, the torch they’re holding reveals familiar baggy clothes, darkened eyes, and a wicked grin.
“Oh my god dude, you should see your face!”
“My face? You should see your face when I’m done with you!” It’s difficult to take such a threat seriously considering the pout that teeters on the edge of Roman’s lips, and Virgil’s own hysteria eventually dissolves into a smirk, though smug nonetheless. He nods his head towards Roman’s desk and shines his torch on the papers scattered across it, leaning his weight back on his other arm in order to tuck his feet beneath him in a way that Princey thinks can hardly be comfortable. He sits back down in his chair with a huff.
“What you working on? Logan would have a fit if he saw the state of your desk.” Virgil watches as Roman’s shoulders sag, as his mouth quirks into a fleeting grimace, and the familiar burn of dread pools in his own stomach, all remnants of his amusement dissipated.
“Nothing much.”
Virgil barely has time to dwell on the defeat bleeding through the other’s voice before Roman’s waving his hand and light is flooding the room. Virgil hisses, squeezing his eyes shut and cowering from the sudden offence. It’s Roman’s turn to snicker now.
“Don’t you have light in your lair?”
Virgil swallows a retort in favour of drawing his hood over his eyes, grumbling quietly as he accustoms them to the overwhelming brightness.
“If you can work like this, why were you just sitting there with that one candle? How could you even see what you were doing?”
“I don’t need to see it Virgil, I just need to feel it, you know?”
“...No, that literally makes no sense.”
“Ugh, fine, it helps me concentrate, okay?”
“Unconventional, but I won’t judge.” Roman can feel Virgil’s stare piercing his back as he fusses with his notebook, brushing off the pages needlessly. “Why are you up so late? Don’t you always say a prince needs his beauty sleep? And you could use some, believe me. Your eyebags almost rival mine.”
“That really is a tragedy. I could ask you what you’re doing here in the first place.”
Much to Roman’s surprise, the other shifts uncomfortably at the prompting. Virgil chokes back the lump in his throat, eyes averting to instead stare down at the bold crimson carpet.
“Just thought I’d check up on you, I guess.”
“By trying to scare me half to death?”
“It was a joke!” Virgil retaliates, before his voice shrinks. “With all that’s been going on I thought that maybe you’d, uh….want someone to talk to or something?”
Roman blinks slowly.
“Look, I…I know what the others are like. The...dark sides. I get that you’re probably sc-” Virgil bites down on his tongue, unwilling to continue that thought. “Anyway, I just...wanted to let you know that I’m like...here for you, or whatever. If...you want?”
Heat sears across his cheeks, and he twists the drawstrings of his hoodie around his index finger, gaze still firmly glued to the floor.
“Virgil.”
The sound of his name is like an electric shock surging up his spine, and he slowly lifts his eyes to meet the prince’s.
“You’re right,” he says simply. “I’m...afraid.”
Virgil’s mouth is agape, but he hastens to reply, voice quivering slightly.
“Do you...want to talk about it?”
Roman’s laugh is like the final toll of a church bell, slow and dying.
“Not really.”
“That’s...that’s okay.” Virgil watches him for a moment, observes the dejected gaze that can’t look his way, the slightly shaking hands, the furrow of his brow.
Suddenly, the words are said without thinking; “I’ll protect you.”
Roman’s body seizes, head jerking to face Virgil once more.
“What?”
“I’ll...protect you. From them. I promise I’ll try.” Sincerity seems to soften every inch of his face, and for a moment Roman struggles to breathe. Thoughts spill across his mind, that he doesn’t need protecting- he’s Prince Roman! He can protect himself; it’s his job to protect others; he-
Finally, his voice pierces the silence, low and whole and smiling.
“I’ll hold you to that, hero.”
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OH I forgot the prompt fjsjh
thomas and Nico Drabble where one of them is really anxious about something?
Here you go~~!
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Pintroverts w/ Anxious Nico
"I'll never get this done on time!" Nico said, pacing back and forth in Thomas' house. He looked more panicked than Thomas had ever seen him.
"Yes, you will," Thomas insisted, trying to keep up with him. "Just sit down and write."
"I can't," Nico said. "I'm too stressed!"
Thomas decided to sit down, the pacing making him dizzy. He turned to his laptop. Pondering a while, he typed something in the google search bar and clicked on a website. Then he called Nico over.
He'd clicked on a website with tips on how to manage stress and anxiety.
As Nico read through the tips, he could feel his body calm itself. He took a deep breath, held it and counted to ten. Then he let it out.
Virgil popped up next to Thomas and looked at what Nico was doing. Smiling, he patted Thomas on the shoulder, and thought of the first video he appeared in.
"Remember when I was difficult to handle...?" he said, reminiscing. Thomas chuckled.
"Was...?"
Virgil laughed and pushed Thomas away playfully.
"How dare you!"
Next, Nico watched some videos on the subject, hoping they'd help. Afterwards he turned to Thomas with a smile.
"Alright, I think I'm ready!"
Thomas handed him a pen and notebook.
"Go get 'em, tiger!"
And Nico did.
He didn't strive for perfection, he just strived to get his project complete.
Half an hour passed with Nico at work, writing fast. Finally, he smiled up at Thomas, putting his pen down and letting it roll away.
"It's done," he said, breathing deeply.
Thomas looked it over with curious eyes.
"Wow, this is great! I'm sure your manager will love it!"
Nico wiped some sweat away from his brow.
"I sure hope so."
Thomas offered a hug, and Nico accepted, squeezing him tight. He spoke softly.
"Thanks for your help, by the way."
Rubbing his back comfortingly, Thomas then pulled away.
"Anytime, hun."
Roman squealed, shaking Virgil who was next to him.
"Look! Thomas has helped our darling Prince! I smell romance in the air!"
Virgil smiled wide, his eyeshadow sparkling purple once again. Then he shook his head, making it go dark again.
"Now, just a sec, Ro. Just cause Thomas did something nice for Nico doesn't mean he owes him anything."
"Of course not! But look!" Roman sighed dreamily, watching Nico type up his project and send it. "He's so happy!"
Virgil sighed as well, leaning against Roman as he watched the other man. "He sure is."
The two sides didn't even realize they were cuddled in each other's arms until Thomas and Nico did the same.
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March Ado About Nothing
Series Summary - A series of one-shots and drabbles written based off of prompts posted in the TSS Fanworks Collective server. The goal is to take traditional whump prompts and fill them in the least-angsty way possible every day through March.
A note that though some of these fills are written bait and switch style (written in a way you think is going in one direction but reveals it to be the opposite towards the end) they are all written in a fluffy or silly style with very little, if any at all, actual angst.
Day 1: Hold Me Close
Summary ; Roman doesn't want to let go of Virgil. Virgil doesn't really mind.
Prompts: Branding, Car Accident, *Failed Escape*
Ships: Platonic or romantic Prinxiety (Roman & Virgil)
Warnings: none. Let me know if there are!
General taglist (ask to be added or removed): @janus-is-an-adorable-snek-boi @im-an-anxious-wreck (If you are tagged please reblog)
WC: 590
Virgil awoke with a gasp, tensing as he felt the shackles around him tighten ever so slightly. He held his breath as his heart slowed down little by little while his wide eyes scanned the room for threats. Shadows clung to the corners of the room like inky webbing and he could just barely make out the early morning sun trying its best best to pierce through curtains that should have been cleaned ages ago. His back was twisted uncomfortably, full weight resting on his arm which had gone completely numb as some point during the night. Evening? He wasn’t sure when he had laid down to sleep, only that he was here now and he desperately needed to get free as quickly as possible.
Wiggling proved to be nearly impossible as he really only managed to tangle himself further, the bindings around his legs just growing frustratingly more secure the more he tried to kick. The shackles around his chest tightened even further as he grunted with exertion, finally letting out a sigh and wiggling back enough that he could reach around to try and untangle himself from the source of his distress. Too late he realized his attempt to escape had failed as he was pressed close to a warm chest and strong arms pinned him decisively in place.
“Mm, you move around too much.” Hot breath made the hairs on the back of Virgil’s neck stand on end and his face burned at the short laugh he let out as he was tickled.
“Come on, Princey. I need to pee.”
“Pee later, it’s warm.”
“And it’s about to get even warmer so scooch.”
He grinned at the mock sound of disgust before finding himself suddenly on the floor with his legs still tangled in the blankets back up on the bed.
“So not only are you a traitor, but also a thief! Give those back it’s cold!”
“It isn’t my fault you kick them to the bottom every night doing whatever it is you call sleep.” Virgil’s legs thumped to the floor to join the rest of him as Roman gasped in offense above him.
“It’s called beauty rest; not that you would know Mr. The-eyebags-are-an-aesthetic-choice!”
“Prince of Smell-Air.”
“Dead Ghoul Walking!”
“Rip-off Disney Wanna-Be!”
“You take that back!” The other shrieked as he made a bee-line for the bathroom, not quite making it inside before being pelted over the head with a pillow as he tried to push the door shut.
“Is it too much to ask that morning antics are kept to a minimum until everyone’s alarm has gone off?” Logan’s chiding voice distracted Roman long enough that hh could finally get the door shut, throwing the lock and leaning against it to catch his breath. Moments later a light thump was heard, followed by a sigh and the sound of a door shutting. Smirking, Virgil pushed off the door to actually go to the bathroom, finishing quickly and cautiously making his way back out- only to be picked up even as he let out an embarrassing squeak in protest and found himself back in bed tucked under an arm in mere seconds.
“No escaping, it’s cold.”
“I did get out though.” Virgil pointed out stubbornly as he snuggled further into the now righted blankets.
“Not for long.” Roman’s chin settled on top of his head and within no time he was back to snoring, making Virgil smile fondly and turn more into the other’s chest.
“Never for long.” He agreed, closing his eyes himself.
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So in the past few hours, multiple people have found my first post and now prinxiety and analogical are tied. I started the story in a way where I can still change it. So tiebreaker vote, analogical or prinxiety?
(I’ll keep this open till Thursday morning)
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