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prince-rowan-of-the-forest · 9 months

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Ribbons and Rainstorms

Epilogue - 2000 years later...

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Hello everyone! Thank you so much for reading this far!, since you've made it here I'm assuming you enjoyed my fic, but hey! Consider reblogging? Or leaving me a nice comment? Thank you to everyone who gave me advice and support whilst I wrote this, it wouldn't be the same without everyone in the Big Bang server helping to make this happen <3

Do read this epilogue, though, I personally think its worth it :D

I can't remember who it was who suggested the names for the characters in this chapter, but I love you, and thank you so much.

This fic is my child, I even have a wall in my bedroom dedicated to it, so, you best appreciate it or I'll be coming for your kneecaps!!

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“You sure it’s this way?” Lara said, turning to her companion, who was squinting at a map as he deftly avoided the thick plant roots that seemed perfectly placed to trip up a person.

“Certain,” he replied, “But— Lara— are you sure we should be doing this? The forest— eugh— definitely doesn’t seem to want us here.”

“Sure, it’s a pretty dense forest,” She said, “But I don’t think forests are sentient, Nathan.”

“Right, right,” Replied Nathan, before he stepped straight into a muddy ditch, getting the stuff all up his trouser-leg, “Why are we doing this again?”

Lara rolled her eyes, “The locals tipped us off about an ancient temple in these woods, it could be the discovery of the century! Don’t you want to be famous?”

“Not if it means getting killed by a forest that seems far more dangerous than it should be,” Nathan said, glancing back at his map, “We should be nearly there— just up this hill, if this temple even exists.”

Half an hour of trekking through the forest that just seemed abnormally out to get them, the pair of archaeologists finally came upon the temple. The place was old, black marble chipped and no longer shining, the braziers fixed to the pillars rusted and filled with ash and fuel long since burned out. The inside was dim, filled with dust and the smell of mildew. Vines and plants trailed across the floors and up the walls, hugging the pillars and walls with thorns and probing shoots. The place was certainly old, and certainly abandoned.

“Wow…” Lara whispered as they mounted the crumbling steps, clicking on her torch as they entered the dark space.

“We— we should check that the walls are structurally sound before we go in here,” Nathan protested, staying back at the entrance, Lara turned back, rolling her eyes.

“It’s not like we’re taking a sledgehammer to it,” She said, “If it hasn’t collapsed in the time it’s been standing here, I doubt it’s gonna collapse now.”

She dumped her pack on the ground, fishing around inside until she pulled out a high-grade camera. Quickly flicking up the lens cap so she could take photos of the space.

In one corner was a pile of moth-eaten blankets that barely resembled blankets anymore. A closer look revealed that they had become home to a fair few critters over the years. Nathan deftly cut a sample of the material, running his fingers over it and calling out that it was certainly a good two-thousand years old. Frankly, he was astonished any of it was still here.

“There’s not much else here — I don’t think,” Lara called, running her hand over the crumbling stone altar. The draped fabric had been entirely eaten away, but the priceless metal decorations — the candelabra, the bowl, the chalice, still remained, “I bet these would fetch a pretty penny, I wonder if the British Museum would be interested.”

Nathan scoffed, “As long as it’s stolen from a native people, I’m sure they will be.”

“Okay, maybe not the best idea, but we should— we should definitely report this to the historical society.”

“Yeah, good idea— hey Lara— what’s that?” Nathan asked, gesturing behind her.

“What’s what?”

“Behind you, on the wall.”

Lara turned around, stepping black so the beam from her torch could light up most of the wall.

Against the back stretch of wall hung a tapestry, a tapestry that depicted two figures holding hands, one with flowing black hair, dressed in beautiful robes that fit the fashion two millennia ago, and the other with tan skin and dressed befitting of a prince from a fantasy book.

“Oh how beautiful,” Nathan whispered, the sight taking their breath away, “What a lovely tapestry…”

“Can you tell when it was made?” Lara asked.

“Well— based on their dress and the needlework—" he said, slowly approaching the tapestry and running his hand over it, before lifting up the bottom corner and checking the back, “And the wool, it looks to be from a few thousand years ago, but…”

“But what?”

“The fabric has almost no wear and tear whatsoever, the colours are exceptionally bright…” Nathan mumbled, “If someone told me this was made yesterday I wouldn’t be surprised, based on condition alone.”

“How is that possible?” She asked slowly, joining him in front of the fabric to run her hand along the edge, “It should’ve been ravaged by the elements, moths, other forest creatures— but it’s not damaged in the slightest… not even frayed…”

“Very strange,” Nathan nodded, stepping back again to see what it depicted, “Do you think they were friends?”

Lara looked at him with an odd expression, before letting out an exasperated sigh, “‘do you think they were friends’ no friends look into each other’s eyes like that— they’re holding hands— are you dense?”

“Okay okay ,jeez,” He raised his hands in surrender, “Who were they, do you think?”

“Perhaps the ones who live in this temple?” Said a voice from behind them. Both archeologists turned in sync, wide eyed, to stare at the tall figure in the doorway. When he took a step forward — into Lara’s torchlight — they both gasped, because he almost perfectly matched one of the figures on the tapestry. Dress and all — he looked like he’d just stepped out of a storybook, he was almost glowing.

“Who are you?” Nathan asked hesitantly.

“Why, I’m Ro, of course,” they said, “I know mortals have been severely lacking in whimsy the last few centuries, but surely you haven’t forgotten us all completely. Also, I thank you for correcting your friend, that is in fact my husband.”

“Wait— slow down— just a little bit,” Lara said, raising a hand, “This tapestry is two-thousand years old, you’re saying you are this person— and the other is your husband?”

“Precisely,” Ro said, as though the information made any sense at all, “See?”

He gestured to their hair, where an elaborately designed crown sat atop his bun — the only thing about his appearance that wasn't depicted in the tapestry. It seemed to be made from gold and silver embellished with red and purple gemstones. It looked… incredibly expensive.

The archeologists didn’t know what exactly the garment meant — unfortunately the culture around hair accessories had been lost to time, and now there were only brief records of the practice — but they could easily assume it was special to this strange person.

“Now,” He said, reaching behind him and drawing a sword that was as thick as both Lara’s arms and twice as long, “Do you wish to do harm to this temple?”

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Lara and Nathan left the temple with no clue how to explain to the rest of society that they had just met — talked to, been threatened by — a God, but they would have to work it out before they got back, because that was without a doubt what had happened to them today.

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xan-the-emo-trans-man · 10 months

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Ay, if I wrote a prinxiety oneshot, would anybody read it?

cause I’ve got an AU idea that I can’t get out of my head so I’m very tempted

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crrative · 4 months

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First Day - The Balcony Au, Chapter 1

Prinxiety, everyone. Come get y'all's juice.

The first official part. Send me suggestions for things I can do to improve my writing.

Roman tremored as the room became visible. There were boxes everywhere, his air mattress was stiff beneath him, the curtainless window above his head beamed down at the opposite wall with light and he was still in his clothes without a blanket to be heard of. His vision was tunnelled and blurry and his eyes were crusted closed. He rubbed them and it didn't help. It never did.

First day. First day at the new job, first day in the new place, first day living with Remus entirely on their own.

His limbs ached. Throwing his leg over the edge of his 'bed' and getting the rest of his body to follow was a Herculean effort. Landing on his knees and sitting there with nothing but the wall against your forehead for support was an achievement. His chest heaved.

A knock at the door made the nerves in Roman's spine strike in all directions, giving him a harsh chill. His shoulders squared.

"Yeah?" His voice was hoarse.

The door opened and his brother stalked in, already washed and dressed and ready for his own work.

"Dude, it's half seven, haul ass."

Shit! With an anxious puff, Roman grabbed the windowsill and dragged himself to his feet, picking up the towel he'd set out for himself the night before on the way. Remus stepped back to allow him passage to the bathroom at the end of the hall.

It took an hour in total for Roman to finish getting ready. First, the shower, and then the hair, and then a light splash of neutral makeup to make it look like the bags under his eyes were part of a sultry look instead of the result of whatever the fuck it was that made his sleep so turbulent the night before.

"Corpse Chic is a bold choice for the first day."

"I know," Roman groaned. Remus' reaction was less than enthused. The hoarse croak his brother's voice had been that morning had sustained itself and he didn't bother to quip back at Remus' mocking. Concerning.

Remus drove that morning, face blank if you selectively ignore the anxious looks he kept giving his twin. The only thing keeping Roman alive awake in the car were the bumps in the road.

It was just a café. Brick walls, beige sofas and ugly reading chairs. Roman fit in perfectly, wearing his all-black uniform with a grey apron and the cream company logo on his left chest.

Thank God, he didn't need any training. The machines were similar to those at his old job, much like everything else.

It was an hour into the morning when business ebbed severely, the rush ending rather abruptly after the crowd was chipped away at one by one. Roman was propped against the counter, ignoring the chatter of the other two on the floor, knowing they were discussing him and not giving a single, cellular fuck when the bell tolled. His eyes focused.

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Immediately noticeable was the height. Easily 6'1, maybe a little taller if he'd stand up straight and in a hoodie that had certainly seen better days. His skin was pale and kinda sickly in a homebody sort of fashion, his shoulders were built enough to give away that he probably worked out and his hair was spiked down to his shoulders.

It woke Roman up.

"A cappuccino with two extra shots, if you can." The texture of his voice felt like smooth stone against your palms when you're sat under the rain, letting it consume your attention until it's broken by something external. How can something so sturdy and assertive be so polite and accommodating?

"Sure." He hadn't spoken all morning and it had taken a toll on his vocal chords. His attempt at contact with this captivating stranger had only served to alienate him. He let himself express the cringe openly when he turned around to start the press.

While steaming the milk, Roman allowed himself a peek. The stranger was stood with his wrists and ankles crossed, rested against the short wall behind him, looking rather uncomfortable. It was the lack of eye contact that let Roman really concentrate on his facial features.

An anguished brow, dark eyes, a hooked bridge, hollowed cheeks and a sharp jaw. All awfully innocuous, but together, made for a pretty picture. His lip and nose were both pierced and Roman would bet anything that his ears were, too. What kind of earrings would he wear? Gauges? That'd be cool.

"That's done for you," he announced without meeting the stranger at eye level. His focus stayed with the cup in waiting for him to walk away. He didn't.

The pads of Roman's fingertips took such a grip on the counter that the prints were visible on the laminate surface. His pulse slammed obnoxiously in his throat, forcing him to press his tongue to the roof of his mouth. To anyone else, he looked mildly nauseous.

"Are you...?" Roman looking up seemed to stifle his confidence. He seemed to shrink into himself, trying to hide, despite his size making the effort futile.

Fuck it. Roman blinked and fixed his posture, back crunching after so long being abused.

"What's your name?"

"Oh - Virgil."

"Unique. Pick it yourself, by any chance?"

Roman had been joking but Virgil's face lit up behind the... concealer? Holy shit! For a second, Roman thought he was on the money entirely by accident.

"No, but... no, I didn't." Guess not.

What was he going to say? Intrigue was too high. They couldn't stop now.

"I'm Roman."

"Yeah, I saw the name tag. Did you... pick it yourself?" Roman shook his head. Virgil nodded amicably.

Before the lull in conversation could get too deep to climb out of, Roman bowed his head humbly. "Enjoy your drink." His voice was cheerful, but quiet, and accompanied by a little smile.

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anxiousgaypanicking · 6 months

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Oreo

Part Six: Sleepover Synopsis: As a joke, Roman's forced to ask Virgil out after losing an oreo. Flustered, and somewhat embarrassed and humiliated by the connotation that dating him would be such a bad thing, he says yes out of impulse, and must now deal with what being Roman's "boyfriend" entails. Taglist: @renys @falsemood

"We'll be right there!" comes an excited response, with the sound of fast footsteps following suit Mere minutes later, two men come sprinting down the stairs, the shorter of the two nearly tripping on the bottom step. The taller of the two greets Roman with a big hug, though compared to Roman’s might build he looked just as small as the other.

“Who’s that?” the shorter one asks, smiling softly but keeping his distance.

Roman smiles wide, and his arm moves to be wrapped around Virgil’s waist. “This is my boyfriend! Virgil.” Roman gently wiggles Virgil back and forth, and Virgil’s face flushes dark. “Virgil, these are my dads: Bruce and David.”

David - the shorter one - offers up a small wave, while Bruce smiles.

“It’s nice to meet you, Virgil!” Bruce exclaims, as he reaches his hand out for Virgil to take. Virgil’s fingers feel crushed by Bruce’s firm grip. “I hope Roman’s been treating you right.” He backs up after, and waves them further into the house. Virgil and Roman follow them to the living room. While Bruce leads the way, David lags behind.

“How’d you two get together?” he asks, walking side-by-side with Virgil. Between the two, David looked more like Roman. Tanner skin and darker hair, with the same nose and eye shape. Though, Virgil notes he shares Remus’s birthmark; a white streak runs through his hair.

Roman glances at Virgil, and then vaguely answers “a game.”

"A stupid one,” Virgil clarifies, as he pulls away from Roman’s hold. “One that exists to make people feel bad.” He glares at Roman, who avoids his eyes.

Bruce lets out a laugh, as he gets settled on a nice, big couch. David settles next to him, leaning against Bruce and intertwining their hands, letting Virgil see the matching wedding bands.

“Most games are like that,” Bruce says, before turning to David. “Remember when we were kids, and were playing spin the bottle at Karen’s sixteenth birthday party?”

David smiles, but Roman looks uncomfortable. “Yeah, of course I do. And how when she spun the bottle, it landed on me.”

"I swear she was cheating!” Bruce interjects. “But when she went to kiss you, you chickened out. Boy, was she mad!”

Roman lets out a sigh, as he grabs Virgil’s arm and gently guides them away from his now reminiscing parents. He leads Virgil up the very steps his parents descended, and down a beautifully decorated hallway. There are plenty of family pictures featuring the four; with David and Bruce standing happily behind the twins, but Virgil notes there are none of them as children. Only as teenagers.

Roman turns into a room, and leaves the door open behind them, before flopping onto his bed.

Virgil steals a second to look around the massive space. The walls were bright white, with the trimming being painstakingly painted gold. He has a king sized bed with red bedsheets, and a plethora of fluffy pillows that are a mixture of gold and white. A massive flatscreen television sits directly across from the bed, and his dressers and end tables are lined with trophies and clay figurines, clearly homemade but equally as impressive.

Along with the figurines, there were also some canvases and framed art pieces hanging up.

His eyes then settle back on Roman, who’s been watching Virgil analyze his room. Virgil looks away as soon as he’s caught, but Roman chuckles.

“If you’re about to ask if you can lay on my bed, my answer is yes, so long as I can lay beside you,” Roman coos, playfully, which has Virgil huffing as he sets his bag heavily on the floor.

“No thanks. I’ll sit on the floor.”

Roman laughs, as he sits up, making grabby hands at Virgil. “I’m just messing around. Feel free to come sit. Or look around, if you want. Just don’t break anything.”

Virgil gives a small smile. “I won’t.”

He does circle around the room, studying each painting and picture decorating the wall in hopes it would reveal anything about Roman. Once again, Virgil only sees family pictures post childhood, with hardly any even featuring Roman’s friends from school.

Then, he moves to Roman’s bed, and settles down on it. Though, he makes sure to keep his distance from Roman.

Roman turns onto his side, using his arms to cradle his head as he stares at Virgil. “Do you want me to turn on a movie or something?” he asks, watching as Virgil leans back against the pillows, and then turns to bury his face in them. The mattress and pillows were extremely comfortable, and Virgil could feel his body sinking into them.

A muffled response is all Roman gets, so he clicks on a movie anyway. Virgil can’t help but groan when he hears the Disney jingle, already picturing the castle sliding onto screen and lighting up with fireworks.

Virgil’s arms slide under one of Roman’s pillows, reaching towards the cool fabric with a soft, comfortable sound. It didn’t matter what Roman put on; he wasn’t watching the movie anyway. He buries his face deep into the pillow, and lets himself stretch out and relax.

Somehow, his eyes relax, shutting, as he lets himself linger in a half-sleep state, before his mind eventually fades to black.

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It was near midnight when Virgil finally stirs. He feels the bed shift, waking him up fully as he shoots up, wide-eyed and startled. He even jumps when he sees Roman, who’s leaning over onto the bed from a pallet made of loose blankets and pillows on the floor.

It takes him a few minutes to remember where he’s at, as Roman gently sets his hand atop his.

“Calm down,” Roman says softly, though there’s a hint of playfulness in his voice. “It’s just me.”

“Shit,” Virgil immediately curses, as he stifles a yawn. He feels around for his phone which has promptly slipped out of his pocket, and checks the time. More profanity spills from his lips when he sees the time.

“Fuck. I didn’t…” Virgil rubs his eyes, pausing to reevaluate his sentence, before sighing and slumping over, resting his head in his hands. “I didn’t mean to just come over and fall asleep. I’m sorry.”

Roman smiles and shakes his head. “It’s fine, mi amado.”

“I don’t speak ‘asshole,’” Virgil bitterly responds, narrowing his eyes at Roman, though it’s hard to look threatening as he lets out another yawn. “What’d you say?”

“I didn’t say anything bad, if that’s what you’re wondering.”

“But what’d you say?” Virgil presses, but he’s ignored and laughed at as Roman lets out a soft chuckle, causing Virgil to groan.

“You’re a bitch.”

Roman raises his eyebrows, before sassily responding “ I’m not the one barking out orders.”

Virgil frowns and immediately moves to grab one of Roman’s pillows and toss it at him. Roman leans back onto his pallet in an attempt to dodge the pillow, but it misses horribly anyway.

Roman laughs, before he lets out a sigh. “My parents said you could stay the night if you wanted, as it’s already late anyway, but if you’d rather go home I can drive you.”

Virgil thinks for a moment, checking the time once again. A quarter past midnight.

He sighs, and shakes his head. “No thanks. I’d rather stay here.” As he looks towards Roman, he sees the latter’s raised eyebrows and skeptical, playful look on his face, which immediately has Virgil feeling embarrassed and defensive.

“Not because I like you!” Virgil’s quick to add, with a huff. “Or your fancy-ass house! I’m just too tired to tolerate spending ten minutes in a car with you. Especially this late at night!”

“But spending the next seven hours in my bedroom is a different story?”

Virgil crosses his arms over his chest. “Is there a comfy bed in your car? Didn’t think so.”

Roman laughs, and Virgil stiffens at the sound, before he’s crawling to the end of the bed and swinging his legs over the side. “You don’t have to sleep on the floor, Roman. I was just kidding about the bed; I can sleep on the pallet.”

Roman immediately shakes his head. “No. I’m not letting you sleep on the floor.” Roman leans onto his mattress, crossing his arms and laying his head atop them as he stares up at Virgil with those gorgeous, lush-green eyes. “You already napped in my bed; you might as well just sleep in it too.”

“I doubt I’ll be able to go back to sleep. I’ve already slept so much.”

“I’ll stay up with you then. I’m wide awake.” Roman smiles, and Virgil finally has to tear his eyes away from him and look at something else.

“Good,” he responds, after a moment. “You’ll provide nice entertainment. You are a clown, after all.”

Laughing, Roman asks “are you only able to insult me?”

“Maybe.”

“Well, in that case, I retract every nice thing I’ve ever said about you.” Roman sticks his tongue out childishly, and then grins wide, but Virgil just looks back at him, smiling, but with furrowed brows.

“The fact you’ve said anything nice about me at all astounds me.”

"Why?"

Virgil shrugs, a half-hearted smile on his face. “Because I’m not that easy to compliment. It’s not that hard to see, Roman.”

“I disagree,” Roman says, almost immediately, sitting up a little more seriously. “I could compliment like… ten different attributes of yours right now.”

Virgil raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on the corners of his lips. "Doubt it."

“Oh?” Roman begins, leaning upwards. “Is that a challenge? Don’t tempt me, Virgil; I’m incredibly competitive.”

“You’re not competing with anybody-”

“Your bangs look soft and pretty hanging over your eyes, but I wish those beautiful irises weren’t so hidden. Your eyes are so dark they’re black, and are intensified by your makeup, which, while unusual, shapes your face well and pulls attention to your eyes overall. I’ve never seen someone with such an intense, alluring stare.” Roman speaks poetry into the air, and leans even closer to Virgil as he continues.

“You know how to dress your body. Maybe I’m biased because skinny jeans are form-fitting, but you always look good. It’s certainly a statement, but one you’re not afraid to make. And black nails really suit you.”

Virgil’s fingers flex, his nail polish chipped.

“And your voice…” Roman sighs, fluttering his eyelashes dramatically. “You speak primarily with your lower jaw, making you look passive despite the often biting undertones. But there’s usually a lot of emotion. If not in your voice, in your words . You’re passionate about things, and are quick to defend them. Like your friends, and yourself.”

Roman holds seven fingers up, but he’s nowhere near done.

As Virgil’s hands dig into the sheets, Roman moves closer, adding “you’re smart, and exceed in your classes, even if you don’t tend to participate in group discussions. I’ve seen some of your tests being passed back. You always have upwards of eighty, while most others have seventy or less.” Then, Roman smiles, cheekily. “And try as you might, I see you doodle on your paper during class, or even on your hand with a marker. It always looks deep and interesting.” Roman takes Virgil’s hand, and pulls his arm closer, thumbing over his forearm where barely noticeable marker stains persist; little marks that Virgil didn’t even know were still visible. One would have to look hard to notice the darker splotches of skin.

“You should show off your art more,” Roman says, softly. “I’m something of an artist myself. I’d appreciate it.”

Virgil ignores him, instead breathing out “and… the last one?”

He reaches to grab one of Roman’s pillows, squeezing it against his chest in anticipation as he looks over Roman’s nine fingers. There’s silence for a moment, before Roman grins, and sits back on his knees, clearly not intending to share the last one aloud.

When Virgil realizes this, he huffs out “you’re such a jerk!” and then tosses the pillow he grabbed at Roman, this one getting closer, but still missing and landing on the pallet behind him.

“Stop throwing all my pillows at me!” Roman laughs, as he tries to grab and hand the one just thrown back to Virgil. “You’re not going to have any to sleep with!”

“You have plenty up here. I have many spares I can use to hit you in the face.”

“You couldn’t hit me if we were standing chest-to-chest,” Roman insists, snickering. “Hell, I’m like five feet away from you and you’ve missed twice!”

“Third time’s the charm,” Virgil mutters, as he lays back down, and then tosses and turns in the sheets. His smile fades to a more neutral expression, before he turns to face Roman, looking over the side of the bed.

“Roman?”

Roman, who’s laid back on the pallet, stretched out and arms behind his head, looks back up at Virgil, responding with a sweet “yes?”

“I’m bored.”

“You’re bored?”

Virgil huffs out a laugh, before elaborating “I’m bored. Let’s go on a walk.”

Roman raises an eyebrow. “So, let me get this straight, you’re not willing to be driven home this late at night, but you’re perfectly fine taking a walk?” He shakes his head. “That makes no sense.”

“I’m complicated,” Virgil muses, which earns a laugh from Roman.

“No,” he then responds, shaking his head with a hum. “No, I don’t think you’re complicated. I think you’re trying to be subtle.” His smile stretches into a more devious smirk. “I think you just secretly want to stay here with me, and that’s why you don’t want to go home.” Roman leans up, and his fingertips dance over Virgil’s, as Virgil’s arm hangs off the bed. “Just admit you enjoy spending time with me.”

Virgil lets out a groan, and very quickly grabs another pillow, and throws it down. This one smacks Roman right in the face, leaving Roman to let out a muffled “humphf!”

As Virgil snickers, Roman groans, and pulls the pillow off his face.

“Ugh! I’d be safer taking you on a walk than staying in here,” he jests, playfully. “At least there are no pillows for you to throw outside.”

“There are rocks.”

Roman narrows his eyes. “You wouldn’t dare.”

Virgil sits up, and slides off the bed, landing on his knees at Roman’s side. “You’d really consider taking me on a walk, though?”

“Of course,” Roman responds, immediately. “Why wouldn’t I? You ask, and you shall receive, my wonderful boyfriend!” Roman makes teasing kissy noises at Virgil, who immediately lets out a noise of disgust and scrambles away.

Virgil shudders, as though Roman grossed him out to his core. Sternly, he declares “don’t do that.” Roman smiles.

He stands himself, and grabs Virgil’s hand, as he leads him out of his room. There’s a dim light on in the room next to Roman’s, but it’s ignored as Roman pulls him down the stairs and through the living room. Both of them are quiet, out of respect for Roman’s dads, as they slip out the front door.

Quietly, Roman leads Virgil a little down the sidewalk, before he squeezes Virgil’s hand and smiles.

“Alright,” Roman starts, his breath fogging due to the cool night’s air. “Anyplace specific you’d like to go?”

Virgil takes a moment to answer, before whispering “anywhere you want to take me.”

“Then we’ll just walk wherever the sidewalk takes us,” Roman decides, pulling Virgil forward.

They walk slowly side by side, Roman humming a soft tune that sounds suspiciously like a rendition of “Once Upon A Dream” from Sleeping Beauty. Neither has let go of the other’s hand.

Virgil is comfortable in the silence for a bit, before he suddenly clears his throat and goes “so… are you adopted?”

Roman laughs aloud at the question, urging Virgil to quickly add “you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to; I don’t mean to be nosey or insensitive.”

“I don’t think you’re either,” Roman assures him, through a few loose chuckles. “I’m not adopted. Bruce is my step-dad. My dad and mom got divorced a couple years ago; Papa and Dad married earlier this year.” Roman sighs, though it’s hard to tell if it’s out of adoration, or disappointment. “They’re newlyweds.”

Virgil nods, as Roman squeezes his hand again, before suddenly Roman’s tugging his arm a little harder.

“All right, my turn. What are your parents like?”

Virgil’s a bit surprised at the question, but after a moment he answers “it’s just me and my dad. My mom died when I was young. I don’t remember her at all.” They take a few steps in silence, before he adds “he never remarried. I don’t think he wants to, but I don’t see him much. He works out of the house. Out of state, really.”

“Do you wish he was home more?”

Shifting his weight from one foot to the other, Virgil uncomfortably pulls his hand from Roman.

“I guess? I don’t know him that well. We just sort of live our lives next to each other. We both have other things going on. Sure, he’s lonely, but I think if he rushed into things he’d be more unhappy. If he ever wants to get remarried, he deserves someone who loves him and wants to spend their life with him.”

“You deserve that too,” Roman replies, in a hushed voice. Virgil turns to look at him, questioningly, prompting Roman to let out a nervous laugh. “Which is why you have me, of course! I’ll treat you like the prince that you are!”

He leans forward and scoops Virgil up, tossing him effortlessly over his shoulder, earning at first a surprised gasp, and then a bout of laughter.

“Roman!” Virgil shouts, squirming as Roman carries him like he’s a sack of flour. “Put me down!”

“Never!”

Virgil laughs some more as Roman starts to jog with him, bouncing him up and down. “If your goal is to treat me like a prince then you’re doing a horrible job!”

“How about I do a little better, then?”

Roman readjusts their positions, so that Virgil’s off his shoulder and now being cradled in his arms, held bridal-style. Virgil’s arms wrap around Roman’s neck, and he’s smiling dopily, though his face is flushed, something Virgil’s sure is obvious even in the darkness of night.

He holds to Roman as Roman carries him forward, before suddenly he says “you can put me down now, Roman. I’m sure carrying me isn’t easy.”

“You underestimate how strong I am,” Roman responds, grinning wide.

“That’s not-” Virgil snorts, and tucks his face into Roman’s chest. Believe him, he can feel the muscle clearly beneath the thin fabric of Roman’s shirt. But that’s not the issue. “The thing is, I’m not… exactly the lightest person out there.”

Sure, skinny jeans were a common piece of clothing present in his wardrobe, but the name was misleading. They’d be better off called “form-fitting” jeans, or “tight” jeans, and frankly Virgil’s pudgy stomach often hung over the waistline if he didn’t hoist them up past his belly-button!

But Roman doesn’t bat an eye.

“So?” he prompts, squeezing Virgil’s body in a manner that’s meant to be comforting, but just makes Virgil flush. “Once again, I’m very strong. I don’t care how much you weigh. As long as you’re not starving yourself or over-eating, and you’re healthy, I don’t care. And it’s not my business.”

Roman then grins cheekily. “Isn’t that what you always say? That it’s not my business.”

Virgil smiles, a bit sheepishly. “Yeah,” he mumbles, hiding his face further in Roman’s chest. “I suppose.”

Roman carries him a few paces farther, before he softly asks “do you actually want to be set down? I won’t if you don’t want me to; I’ll hold you for as long as you’d like, but I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“Yeah,” Virgil sighs. “I’m ready to keep walking.” As much as he enjoyed being carried, the action of being cradled flustered him.

Roman sets him back on his feet, and then shoves his hands into his pants pockets. Virgil flexes his fingers, before glancing at those very same pockets.

He decides to tap his fingers against his leg.

“So…”

Virgil turns to look at Roman, who’s clearly trying to think of a different conversation starter. He seems to debate a few, before settling on one, and continuing with “so, why did you say yes to my Oreo?”

Fingers tapping harder against his thigh, Virgil shrugs. “I don’t know. I was angry?”

He sounds very unsure of his answer, and that’s because he is. Sure, Virgil was angry. But that was only part of the reason. Impulsivity can only explain the initial acceptance; not anything that followed afterwards.

“What were you angry about?”

Virgil turns to look at Roman like he’s stupid. “I was angry over you, over Remus, over that stupid fucking game-”

“You keep calling Oreo stupid,” Roman interrupts, bringing them to a halt on the sidewalk. He looks confused. “But, you’re actively playing. Forgive me for being puzzled, but why do you hate this game? And if you really hate it, then why even entertain the concept?”

“To humiliate you,” Virgil responds, feeling his face warm with shame and humiliation at the admission, as though he’s finally admitting to the both of them that he’s out of Roman’s league. Roman stays quiet, giving Virgil the space to look away and suck a deep breath in. “It’s… it’s insulting to the people you ask out sometimes,” Virgil further clarifies, gritting his teeth. “Usually, when someone loses, their friends either pick out some secret crush they haven’t confessed to, or someone gross they think will embarrass them.”

He kicks a rock, and shoves his hands into his own pockets. “And… and Remus told you to ask me.”

He steps forward, but Roman catches his arm.

“Virgil… I didn’t know.”

Scoffing, Virgil tries to pull his arm away, and Roman does in fact let him go, but he moves to stand by Virgil’s side.

“Virgil, genuinely. I didn’t know. I guess I never thought about it from that perspective. I can see how that’d be degrading.”

Glancing upwards, Virgil sees Roman’s brows furrowed in concentration as he seemingly processes what Virgil told him. There’s no doubt, or malice. Just… contemplation.

Roman’s fingers graze Virgil’s knuckles.

Their hands once again fold together, fingers sliding into crevices until their palms are pressed against each other. They turn on the sidewalk, and start heading back the way they came without a word.

It’s only when they’re right outside the front door that Roman speaks again. As he slowly twists the doorknob, he looks back at Virgil.

“You don’t humiliate me, by the way,” he says, softly. “And it makes me sad that you think so little of yourself in order to believe that.”

Then he’s opening the front door and holding it chivalrously as Virgil walks inside, hunched over, as though trying to make himself appear smaller. He doesn’t say much as he heads back up to Roman’s room, but there isn’t much he thinks needs to be said. But he does think he’s going to lay down and try and get some more sleep. If not to make sure he’s well rested, then to simply avoid looking at Roman, who silently tucks himself into the pallet on the floor, leaving Virgil wide-eyed and alone with his thoughts snug in Roman’s bed.

#prinxiety #prinxiety fic #sanders sides #agp fic #prinxiety fluff #prinxiety fanfiction #sanders sides fic #ts virgil #ts roman

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phantominzie · 8 months

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Heads up gays! *chucks this at you and runs away*

Made a new prinxiety fic, nothing new. Buuut if you wanna read it heres the link! Thanks to @dearqueerheart for beta reading this! If you see some bits with parenthases thats just me makin silly notes on my own writing lol

#sanders sides #prinxiety #prinxiety fanfiction

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beetlewine-art · 10 months

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"Who's Manny?"

I just found out that "Manny" is used as a nickname for "Roman" and i decided to make a short fanfic about it because i got inspired.

Resume: Virgil has been crazy about his new boyfriend lately and has been talking non-stop about him, his two best friends, Remus and Janus, start to befome curious about this new man Virgil is dating, his name is, "Manny" or at least that's what Remus thinks since that's what Virgil calls him, to his surprise, Manny is only a loving nickname that Virgil uses to hyde the identity of his boyfriend, eventually, the true comes out and Remus is not happy about who "Manny" actually is.

Pairing: Romantic Prinxiety, mentioned romantic Demus.

Warnings: Swearing, lying, Remus being an overprotective brother and Virgil is a simp.

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Remus is rolling his eyes, once again, Virgil started going on about his new man. Virgil has been like this since he started seen his current boyfriend, he was going on and on about how beautiful and talented he is: "Manny did this" "Manny did that" or "Manny and i went to X place last week". Remus was tired of it, it was cute at first but now it was just annoying.

He couldn't understand how Janus was SO patient with Virgil, meybe because the emo has never been so invested in a relationship before, Virgil is usually really private about his love life and never talked this munch about his dates. But this time he was head over heels and couldn't stop talking about this "Manny" guy.

Janus was starting to get really curious about him, and really suspicious about their relationship too, because as he said it: "For a man who brags so munch about his boyfriend, he is trying really hard to hyde it from us" and he wasn't wrong, Remus couldn't care less, he was tired to hear about Manny, but he admited that it was really weird how little Virgil shared about his boyfriend. Sure he talked a lot about Manny, but at the same time he didn't? Sure, he talked about how amazing he is, but he never gives any actual information about him, like how old he is or what he does for a living, what he is studying in collage, nothing.

"is kinda impresive, you know?" Remus heard Janus said "How you can talk so munch about this guy, but never tells us anything about it" Remus looked at Virgil, who now had his eyes wide open and had gone completely silent. Janus continued:

"When are we going to meet him?"

Virgil said the same reason he gave the last time they asked him that "is too soon" but Janus wasn't having it

"Come on, Virge, is been seven months since you used that scuse, you can't keep using when you two have been dating for ten months by now"

Virgil shrugged his shoulders and look away:"You can't meet him now, he is out of town".

"Oh, why? Is he gone because of work? Or collage?".

Virgil looked unsure to answer that question, but finally he said:

"He is away because he got a role in a musical, is not a big one, but he is really exited about it".

"So he is an actor"? Janus asked and

Virgil nooded, Janus wanted to know more, Remus was listening to the conversation, he wanted to see how munch information Janus could get from Virgil before the emo decided to leave. Janus asked another question:

"How old is he?"

"22"

"Is he in collage?"

"Why does that matters?" Virgil was starting to get anxious, so he grabed his drink and looked at Janus before taking a bif sip from the cup. Remus was starting to get interested in the conversation joined in:

"don't get defensive, Emo, Jani just wants to know more about your little boyfriend, is normal since you want to hyde him so badly"

"I AM NOT trying to hyde him"

"Then why don't you tell us more about him, right now the only thing we know about him is that he is an actor and is 22 years old" Remus smiles at janus and laugh.

"And that his name is Manny, don't forget his name, Jan"

Janus looked at Remus and said, with a smirk on his face.

"Oh, i don't think that's his actual name Remus, little Virge here has a bad habit of refering to his boyfriends by nicknames only" Janus looked back at Virgil, who looked like a bowl of cold water had just fall over him.

"So what's his actual name? I guess is something like Emmanuel? or Manfred?"

Virgil was now sweating and got up.

"None of those, now if you scuse me, i have to go"

"I guess his name just end with "Man"?"

"Wait a minute"

Remus looked at Virgil, something was weird, things started to connect in his head. Virgil had a 22 years old boyfriend, that was an actor and was away from town because he got a role in a musical, meanwhile, Remus just happends to have a younger brother, who is put of town, is also and actor and is the same age as Manny.

"I REALLY HAVE TO GO" Virgil grabed his things and left his part to pay for the drinks. In that moment Remus got up and started to follow Virgil.

"Virge, wait, who is Manny?"

Virgil didn't listen to him and walked faster.

"Virgil, come back"

Virgil started to run.

"VIRGILIO DON'T FUCKING RUN AWAY FROM ME, TELL ME WHO THE FUCK "MANNY" IS FOR?" Remus screamed while running behind Virgil.

Janus soon regreted his choices, payd for their drinks and run behind them while telling Remus to calm down.

Three weeks later, Roman come back to town and he was not happy when he found out about the fight his brother and boyfriend had in the middle of the street, and he was even more livid when Remus had the audacity to give him the silent treatment for dating one of his friends.

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This is my first short fic and i'm terrible with writting in english, i am so sorry for the terror grammar. I wanted to do this as a writting practice and because i was inspired. If you want, you can't correct my writting mistakes, i am open to critics and corrections.

Tag list: @emobeanwhoneedssleep @maze-arts @roman-can-gay @dorkyduckling16 @meowthefluffy

#ts prinxiety #sanders sides #my post #roman sanders #virgil sanders #remus sanders #deceit sanders #janus sanders #demus #dukeceit #prinxiety fanfiction #manny is such a cute nickname for roman #my fanfiction #beetlewine #beetle fics

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roseianxiety · 1 year

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Always You

Summary: As a young boy, Virgil often swooped in to save his geeky and timid childhood best friend, Roman, from his bullies. After years have passed without seeing each other, his friend has come home from abroad and now a completely different person than before, and ready to sweep Virgil off his feet. Virgil, of course, falls head over heels for the other.

AO3 - Part 6, Part 7

Content Warning: Food, Swearing

Author’s Note: This particular chapter was fun to write and I hope y'all would enjoy this!

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Chapter 7

The following day, Virgil woke up to a text from Roman. It was a simple message asking how he slept, but it made Virgil's heart skip a beat. He replied with a quick "Good, thanks for asking" and tried to push the thoughts of yesterday's encounter to the back of his mind. He didn't want to think about it too much, but it was hard not to.

Virgil spent the rest of his day working at the coffee shop. Making coffee, tending to the customers, cleaning the tables, etc. But his mind kept wandering back to Roman and the strange feelings he had been experiencing which was starting to get on his nerves now.

He let out a loud frustrated sigh as he slumped against the counter, banging his head slightly against the hard surface in front of him. The sound echoed throughout the room and startled some of the other customers. But he didn't care because he wasn't paying any attention and he was just trying to figure out why he felt the way he did about Roman. It made no sense.

"What's got you so worked up, babes?" Remy asks teasingly as he approaches Virgil. Virgil rolls his eyes playfully before straightening his posture and turning to face Remy."It's nothing, just my stupid brain overthinking things," Virgil replies with a small pout.

Remy raises an eyebrow, unconvinced. "Uh-huh, sure it's nothing. I say that's total BS, sweetheart. Now spill 'em, what's been bothering you?" Remy says, his tone becoming more serious. Virgil hesitates for a moment, debating whether or not to confide in Remy about his confusing feelings toward Roman. But ultimately, he decides to trust his friend and opens up to him.

"Well, it's kind of hard to explain...I don't know what it is, but ever since yesterday, I've been having these weird, confusing feelings and I can't get it off of my mind," Virgil admits, his voice low and uncertain.

Remy listens patiently, his expression softening as Virgil speaks. "Hmm, sounds like you might have a crush, babe," Remy teases slightly, placing a comforting hand on Virgil's shoulder.

"A crush?? No that can't be! And on who would I even have a crush on?" Virgil says rather defensively while moving his hands around wildly. He was definitely not having a crush on anyone.

"I don't know, hun. Who do YOU have a crush on?" Remy chuckles in amusement, enjoying Virgil's obliviousness to his feelings.

Virgil furrows his brows in confusion, "I don't know, I don't have a crush on anyone! It's just a weird feeling that I can't explain." He insists.

Remy shakes his head, still grinning. "Well, I think you should maybe try to figure out what that feeling is about. You never know, it might lead to something good," he suggests before walking away, leaving Virgil to ponder his words.

Virgil was left alone with his thoughts once again, and as he went about his work, he couldn't help but think about what Remy said. Was it possible that he had feelings for Roman? He couldn't imagine that being the case, but the more he thought about it, the more sense it made. He had always felt a special connection with Roman, and he enjoyed spending time with him more than anyone else.

No that can't be. He can't have a crush on Roman. He's his friend. Virgil tried to push the thoughts out of his mind and focus on his work, but they kept creeping back in. No no no, no more thinking about this. Just go on with work and everything will be normal. He quickly look from the counter when he heard the door chimes ringing, indicating someone had entered the coffee shop. And boy, him looking up was a bad BAD idea.

Roman had entered the shop and Virgil's heart skipped a beat or two. He could feel his face turning red as Roman approached him with that goddamn 'brighter-than-the-sun' smile. "Hey, Virgil! How's your day been so far?" Roman asked cheerfully.

Virgil tried to compose himself and replied, "Uh, it's been good. How about yours? Are you– Are you feeling alright now?" He could feel his palms getting sweaty and his heart racing as he spoke.

"It's been pretty busy, but I'm happy to see you here, and I'm not sick anymore. Thanks for your assistance yesterday." Roman said with a smile before shooting a playful wink at Virgil. Virgil's heart started palpitating inside his chest like it was going to jump out of his ribcage. What the heck is happening to me?! He thought.

Roman ordered his usual drink and sat down at a table near the counter while he worked on something on his laptop. Virgil couldn't help but steal glances at him as he worked, taking note of Roman's cute features like how his lips looked pressed together in concentration, how his nose crinkled ever so slightly as he concentrated, or how his hair was always messy due to the number of times he messed it up with his fingers while doing his work–

OH MY FUCKING GOSH– VIRGIL WHAT ARE YOU THINKING!??!!

Virgil shook his head to clear his thoughts and focused on his work, trying to ignore the butterflies in his stomach every time Roman looked up and smiled at him. As moments passed, Virgil found it increasingly difficult to concentrate on his work. Every time he heard Roman laugh or saw him typing away on his laptop, Virgil's heart would skip a beat. It was like he was under a spell, and he couldn't break free. He tried to distract himself by cleaning the counter or restocking the shelves, but his mind kept wandering back to Roman. He was in a trance and didn't even notice when Roman finished his work and walked up to the counter to order another drink.

"Hey, Virge, can I get a refill?" Roman asked, snapping Virgil back to reality.

"Uh, yeah, sure. Sorry, I was lost in thought," Virgil replied, feeling embarrassed.

Roman smiled at him and said, "No worries, happens to the best of us.". Virgil quickly refilled Roman's drink and handed it to him with a smile. "So, what brings you here today?" Virgil asked, trying to sound casual.

"Just working on some stuff, you know how it is," Roman replied, taking a sip of his drink. Virgil hums in response as he keeps on wiping the counter despite it being already clean, he was trying to distract himself.

"Are you free tonight?"

Roman asks, changing the subject. Virgil snaps his gaze up to meet Roman's eyes and feels as though his heart has jumped into his throat. Oh no. This isn't good. "Sorry, what?" Virgil responds, feeling his cheeks flush a little. His heart was pounding so loudly that he wondered if Roman could hear it.

"I was thinking that we should go out on a friendly dinner date tonight. If you're free." Roman says rather sheepishly while he took another sip of his drink. "Not forcing you though, just thought I'd ask," He adds.

Virgil's mind went blank for a second, and he could feel his heart racing faster than ever. Did he just say a date? Did Roman just ask him out on a date? I mean, he did say it was a friendly date. So…it's not really a date, right? I mean…it's probably just a friendly night out. Yeah…yeah, that's totally reasonable!

Virgil cleared his throat and tried to compose himself before replying, "Yeah, that sounds great, I'm free tonight." He tried to sound as calm as possible, but his voice cracked a little, betraying his nerves.

"Awesome! Is it alright if I just wait till your shift is over?"

"Sure, that works for me," Virgil replied, trying to hide his excitement. "I'll be done in about an hour or so.". "Perfect. I'll just finish up some work here and wait for you then," Roman said with a smile before taking his laptop and returning to his table.

Virgil then waddled his way to the back room, trying to calm his nerves and process what just happened. He couldn't believe that Roman had just asked him out on a date, even if it was just a friendly one. He slid down the floor and wrapped his arms around his knees, burying his face in them. The butterflies were back in full force. This was bad. This was sooooo bad.

They'd hung out plenty of times but this was the first time he felt like this. Sure, he liked being around him, and seeing him laugh was amazing (he would deny it until the day he died), but this was different somehow. All of this was so confusing!! It was making his head hurt and shit.

"Bitch, are you okay??"

Virgil snapped back into reality and looked up, seeing Remy gazing down at him with a weirded-out and concerned look.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Virgil replied, trying to shake off his daze. "Why are you on the floor?" Remy asked, still looking at him with concern. Virgil quickly got up and dusted himself off. "Just needed a break," he said, trying to sound nonchalant.

"Uh huh... sure... I'll handle the register then while you take a break," Remy replied skeptically before heading toward the register. Virgil watched him leave. He was quite thankful that he didn't question him any further or else he wouldn't know what to do.

Virgil took a deep breath and shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. He couldn't let himself get too excited about tonight. It was just a friendly dinner date, after all. But still, he couldn't shake the butterflies in his stomach.

He spent the next hour or so finishing up his shift, trying to focus on work instead of his racing thoughts. As soon as his shift ended, Virgil quickly changed out of his work uniform and freshened up in the employee restroom. He checked his appearance in the mirror and ran his hands through his hair. He was nervous but excited at the same time.

He stepped out of the coffee shop and scanned the area, looking for Roman. Virgil spotted Roman waiting outside the coffee shop, looking up from his phone as he saw Virgil approach. Roman's face lit up with a smile, and Virgil couldn't help but smile back.

"Hey, ready to go?" Roman asked, closing his phone and slipping it into his pocket. "Yeah. So…um, where do you want to eat?" Virgil nodded and asked nervously.

"Well, I saw this neat Vietnamese restaurant on my way to uni so I thought we could go there!" Roman exclaimed with a big grin, his brown hair falling over his eyes. Virgil chuckled lightly. "Sounds great," he replied.

They walked side by side towards the restaurant, chatting softly with each other. They soon arrived, and Roman held the door open for Virgil, gesturing him into the restaurant. They looked for a place to sit and chose a small booth in the corner. A waiter went up to them and gave them a menu.

"I'm not quite familiar with most of these dishes..." Virgil says sheepishly as he continued to browse through the menu, searching for any kind of dish that looks interesting. He then looks up at Roman, "What would you recommend?".

"Well, you can try Bánh cuốn which is a steamed rice cake-like dish, it's delicious, definitely one of my faves. Or you can try Phở which is one of Vietnam's many noodle soups, it's really good too, a must try." Roman explained.

"Oh, I've never heard of either of those but it sounds nice. I think I'm in soup mode so Phở it is." Virgil replies, placing the menu down on the table. Roman smiles at him before calling the waiter over and placing their orders.

Virgil chose Phở and Roman chose Ca Kho To (which is a caramelized fish in a clay pot). As they waited for their food to arrive, they continued to chat about how their day went on and whatnot.

When their food arrived, Virgil was pleasantly surprised by how delicious it looked and smelled. He tentatively tried a spoonful of his Phở, and his eyes widened with delight. "Wow, this is amazing!" he exclaimed, taking another spoonful. Roman chuckled at Virgil's reaction and took a bite of his own dish, nodding in agreement.

When they finished eating their dinner, Roman pulled out his pocket and insisted on paying for their meal. Virgil tried to protest but Roman said the latter didn't need to do so. Knowing how persistent Roman is, Virgil finally gave in and lets him do so before thanking him.

As they walked out of the restaurant, Virgil stuffed his hand in the pockets of his hoodie while he walked side by side with Roman, his attention far ahead of the sidewalk and seemingly lost in his thoughts.

"La notte è incantevole (The night is lovely)."

Virgil was startled by Roman suddenly speaking in Italian. It's been quite a while since he heard him say anything in Italian, but he always found it quite charming hearing him speak in that way.

"What does that mean?" Virgil queries out of curiosity as they continued to walk. Roman glanced at him and smiles, answering his question. "It means that the night is lovely. Ain't it, no?". "Yeah, it is," Virgil replied with a small smile, looking up at the starry night sky. They continued to walk in silence for a while, their footsteps the only sound echoing through the empty streets.

"Earlier, I walked passed that old preschool we used to go to, it looks so different now. It made me remember the first time we interacted when we were kids." Roman chuckles, bringing Virgil's attention back to him as he continues. "I still remember it so vividly like it was yesterday". Virgil looked up at him curiously. "Really? That was like, so long ago," Virgil replied.

Roman smiles at him softly, "How can I ever forget that memory? You were in it.".

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whoviandoodler · 1 year

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Chapters: 25/? Fandom: Sanders Sides (Web Series) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Anxiety | Virgil Sanders/Creativity | Roman "Princey" Sanders, Logic | Logan Sanders/Morality | Patton Sanders Characters: Anxiety | Virgil Sanders, Morality | Patton Sanders, Logic | Logan Sanders, Creativity | Roman "Princey" Sanders Additional Tags: Prinxiety - Freeform, Angst, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Parenthood, Family, logicality - Freeform, Magic, Married Logic | Logan Sanders/Morality | Patton Sanders, Magic School, Domestic Fluff, Domestic, Human Sides (Sanders Sides) Summary:

Virgil had been stuck in the orphanage for the past five years with only bad memories and music to keep him company. He'd long lost hope, or desire, to find a family that could love and accept him, that could see him as one of their own. It simply wasn't happening- anytime anyone was stupid enough to try and foster him, they paid a steep price for their foolish choice. Simply put, Virgil was a bad omen. Bad things always happened around him- furniture burned, sinks leaked and flooded homes, windows broke for no reason at all. He just wasn't worth the effort- any effort. It would be best if everyone left him alone to get lost in the world and disappear.

But there was someone that wanted him, a couple that was almost as strange as he was. Despite his warnings, they took him in and seemed so sure that they could handle him, and something in Virgil hoped they were right for the first time in a long while. But could they really? Or was it just a matter of time before they gave up, and broke whatever was left of Virgil's heart? --- As a celebration for hitting 25 chapters and 95k words, I’m sharing the fanfic link on here! If you’re interested in a long, edgy fic filled with magic and trauma, think about giving MTYK a shot <3

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goldnskyart · 8 months

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Skateboards and Jam

So I might’ve written a one shot to go with the skater x nerd prinxiety art I’ve been making recently- it wasn’t supposed to be more than one chapter but I’m a very slow writer and I didn’t wanna wait to start posting it lol.

It is ofc inspired by the jam video and the whole thing is a little silly but I love it honestly and I hope y’all like it too! I’m not usually a writer but I tried my best

Pairings: Prinxiety

Warnings: None I don’t think- possibly slight injuries in later chapters

Description: Roman has a bit of a thing for one of the skaters at his local skate park, too bad he doesn’t have any chance with him. Or does he? Virgil certainly couldn’t tell you

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Chapter 1/?

Roman kicked a pebble across the beat up asphalt, pretending he felt any sense of belonging in the little skate park. It was more of a parking lot than a park really, but still it was a popular hangout spot for people way cooler than him. Nevertheless he passed by every single day. “It’s the closest way home.” He’d say if anyone asked. And it was not untrue, if it wasn’t he wouldn’t have found it in the first place. But actually he mostly just enjoyed watching a bunch of cute guys do cool tricks on their boards, he knew it was delusional to even think any of them would be interested in him, most of them were probably not even into guys. However a guy with as vivid an imagination as Roman couldn’t just let the idea go. Maybe if he came by often enough someone would come up to him and sweep him off his feet, metaphorically or not he wouldn’t mind either way. And he had one specific guy in mind. A guy who always carried a board with a rainbow spiderweb roughly painted on, which of course means he’s gay or well, probably, maybe, there was a non zero chance. It was the closest thing to a rainbow he had seen around there. He wasn’t what Roman would usually consider his type but fuck he was cute, there was no point even trying to deny it.

Virgil annoyedly blew a few strands of purple hair out of his eyes. What was even the point of being at the park alone, he couldn’t skate and didn’t have any intention of making new friends. Still there he was. It was just one of those days. Everything that could go wrong had and as a cherry on top the friends he was supposed to skate with canceled last minute. Virgil glanced down on his board, decorated with a rainbow spiderweb, he was quite fond of it but still the temptation to just snap it in half was strong. But he didn’t. For a moment he just stood there trying to shake the frustrations in the pleasant autumn breeze but was quickly pulled back to reality by the overwhelming feeling of someone watching him. Looking over his shoulder he did indeed see someone not very subtly staring at him. And he knew who it was. Or well, knew was a bit of a stretch, but he recognised him. The dude walked by like every single day. A stereotypical nerd always looking so proper and put together, not even a single strand out of place on his oh so perfect head of beautiful golden brown hair. It pissed him off. Virgil lightly shook his head, that nerd was getting on his last nerve just by existing.

Roman looked away for a moment, his attention grabbed by loud cheering on the other side of the park. Someone did something cool it seems but he just missed it. His heart took a jump in his chest as he suddenly felt a strong hand grip his jaw and forcefully turn his head back around. And there he was that one skater boy, his face only inches away from his own. Roman’s cheeks immediately flushed, his heart beating so loud he could’ve sworn the entire park heard it. Virgil acted entirely on impulse, normally he would never approach a stranger but this time he just lost it. “What the hell are you lookin’ at nerd?” He almost hissed out, aggressively shoving his face in Romans.

“I just think you’re cute-“ Roman just blurted it out without thinking about it for even a second, his voice muffled by the tight grip on his cheeks. His face turned an even deeper shade of red as he realized what he just said, and he thought himself to be able to see a faint blush cover the others face as well. Virgil just blankly stared at him, at a complete loss for words. This was not what was supposed to happen. He was supposed to be intimidated and leave. Not give Virgil butterflies. What the fuck. Slowly he loosened his grip and backed away a little, instead starting to anxiously pull at his hoodie. Roman just stared for a moment trying to take in what was happening, he was half expecting to be punched in the face, or made fun of at the very least. But seeing the other guy's reaction he couldn’t help but break a little smile. “Would you mind teaching me some tricks?” he asked, glancing over at the board the skater was still loosely holding under his arm. Roman never had any intention of learning to skate but he thought it might be a good place to start talking. And it did sound like something straight out of a romcom so of course he wanted that.

Virgil was completely lost in his own world overwhelmed by his own feelings. Looking up at the other he realized he just asked him something, no idea what but by the way he was looking at him it was clear he was waiting for an answer. “I-eh sure?” He said just hoping it was an appropriate answer to whatever was asked, his hand nervously finding its way to the back of his neck. Romans grin widened “today?” he asked, reaching out and spinning one of the wheels on the colorful skateboard “I bet I can do one of those cool jumps.” Virgil couldn’t help but snort at that. On the inside however he was panicking, realizing what he had just agreed to. Surprisingly it wasn’t the idea of hanging out with a complete stranger that scared him, it was the fact that he himself couldn’t skate, and now he had promised to teach someone else. How the hell was he gonna do that without admitting he’s not actually a skater. No doubt the guy would laugh at him too, he’d certainly not think he was cool anymore and leave. For some reason the thought made Virgil's heart sink. "Oh, I almost forgot- I’m Roman!” he reached his hand out towards Virgil, with a smile so bright you’d think it’d rival the sun itself.

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Lake House~Prinxiety

Pairing: Roman/Virgil,romantic prinxiety

Summary: Roman and Virgil arrive at Roman's lake house and spend the way in the water

Au: Human, College

Tw: Yelling

A soft breeze swept over the treetops, cooling the familiar area as Roman exhaled, closing his eyes as the clear smell of nature really sunk in. "See Jd-lightful? This is what I'm talking about!" he remarked blinking his eyes open again. "Oh my gosh peck, I haven't been here since I was a kid!"

Virgil scoffed, a short snort escaping him, "Please Roman you are so dramatic ya know that right? How can you be appreciating nature this much when you literally brought so much from home its insane," he commented, shoving his hands into his hoodie pockets.

Though, to Virgil's dismay Roman's attitude had not changed in the slightest. "Just because we're in Maine does NOT mean a prince does not have to slay!", Roman argued in counter.

Virgil tensed the moment an arm was wrapped around him, scooting himself closer to Roman, soon though he relaxed once again. "Lemme guess? You want to skip actually getting relaxed and go right to the water?" he teased raising an eyebrow.

Roman just grinned, a stupidly charming Princey grin. One that replayed rapidly in Virgil's mind, and god he hated it. He hated how loveable Roman was, how much Virgil went weak in the knees and melted in his presence.

Roman rushed towards the lake, dragging Virgil close behind him squeezing his hand as he did so. "Oh come on! We're here to go in the water are we not?" he exclaims in defense. Roman slipped his shirt off before tossing it on a nearby chair, "plus It's still light out," he adds, though he wasn't entirely sure Virgil was still paying attention.

Virgil was paying attention to Roman...just not exactly to his words. He blinked, cursing at himself for staring at Roman but he couldn't help it, he was so pretty and he rarely saw him with his shirt off and all that dumb prince training actually payed off and AUGH.

Roman froze, gazing at his boyfriend for a moment before a smile just tugged at the corners of his lips. He stepped closer towards the other, his head angled at a slight tilt. "Distracted or something my dark daydream?" he cooed, reaching forward to ruffle Virgil's soft, fluffed up hair.

Virgil stammered, his eyes widening as a blush just spread through his entire face like a fire. Virgil inhaled, his breath hitching and he could feel the heat rising in his cheeks, he just knew he was red. He groaned, glancing away from Roman, "oh shut your mouth-" he mumbled all he could muster.

However despite Virgil's attempts Roman wouldn't quit, which of course made Virgil's feelings grow. He grumbled, Roman's soft light hum hovering right above his ear. "God," he whispered, "you are so lucky I love you," Virgil huffed before playfully shoving his boyfriend away from him.

Roman gasped, stumbling backwards as to play further into the dramatics. "I can very easily push you in the water emo," he reminded the other. Roman then glared in front of him, before leaping towards the water with a loud splash.

Virgil yelped, the water flying through the air as it seemed to grow, and before Virgil could rush away-

He was drenched in a splash. "Alright Princey, is this what you wanted?" he asked sighing as he mindlessly threw his hoodie next to Roman's shirt.

Though, even Virgil couldn't be upset for long omce his eyes found there way towards Roman once again. He glanced up, meeting Roman's gaze which came with his glimmering eyes and eager smile. Wow , he was adorable.

Roman's face somehow lit up even more, the shimmer in his eyes increasing. "Come on Gerad-Gay! It'll be fun just come in the water with me," he offered reaching his hand up to the dock.

Though, the moment Virgil's hand even grazed Roman's his feet were lifted off the ground as he was dragged towards the water. Virgil squeaked, tumbling into the water.

Virgil growled, glaring up at Roman as he shook his head, drip of water flying out of his hair. "Jesus FUCKING christ Ro!" he yelled, flipping water into his face. "You're lucky I love you."

Roman wrapped his arms around Virgil, peppering kisses over his face before he whispered a reply, "I know I'm lucky, and I love you too," he cooed. "However, your shirt is absolutely soaked-"

"BECAUSE YOU PULLED ME INTO THE WATER"

"YOU COULD HAVE JUST TAKEN YOUR SHIRT OFF-"

"Roman you just want to see me without a shirt."

"WHAT! NO HOW DARE YOU ACCUSE ME OF THAT-"

The two spent the night laughing, splashing and yelping in the water together. Just the two of them alone, only accompanied by the starry night sky and quiet rustling of the wind.

Word Count: 797

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