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Hey there :D
Heard you were taking a few fic requests? If you're still up for one more, I have a lil idea.
Request: Prinxiety where Roman is not having a very good day cause of burnout and Virgil helps him rest? Hurt/comfort style.
If ya don't feel up to writing this, then think of it like a fun lil idea to look at :3
Have fun and take care :D
Hey!!!
Soooo I really liked your request and I wrote about 750 words in 45 minutes! This was quite therapeutic to write, I've been in a similar situation to Roman recently and this weekend/the beginning of next week is the culmination of all this work I've been doing for months, so it's been very very busy. I put out fic requests bc writing helps me to unwind, and writing this actually really helped me work through some of my stress and anxiety.
I hope you guys like it and it doesn't come off as just pure unadulterated projection 😅 Let me know what you think!
Enjoy!
TAKE A BREAK
Prinxiety, creative burnout, hurt/comfort
Summary: Roman's pushing himself too hard. Virgil knows it.
Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54701638
Note: I'm imagining this situation being in some sort of college AU, where Roman's working on a giant project for class, but I intentionally kept it vague so that if you want it can be more canon-compliant and he's working on a video idea for c!Thomas or something too. Or interpret it however you want! That's the joy of writing :)
“Hey.”
Roman jumped a bit as a hand touched his shoulder. He looked up to see Virgil, who wore a concerned expression.
“What’s up?” Roman didn’t know what was wrong.
“Your foot is being a little loud.” Virgil’s eyes flicked to Roman’s foot, which was tapping an erratic rhythm on the floor.
Roman stilled his leg. “I apologize.”
“You only do that when you’re, like, really stressed. Really stressed. Dangerously stressed.”
“I’m not worr—Not—I’m not—” Roman paused, taking a deep breath. “I apologize, Virgil, for worrying you. I’m not stressed, I just don’t have the time to take a break from this.”
Virgil’s eyes narrowed. “Have you been sleeping?”
“What does that have to do with anything?” Roman waved a hand in the air. “Unimportant. I need to keep working.”
“You’re mixing up your words.” Virgil crossed his arms. “You only do that when you haven’t been sleeping.”
“Truly, babe, it’s of no consequence.” Roman put on his most convincing smile.
Virgil recoiled. “Stop doing that with your face. It’s scary.”
Roman let his face fall. “I just have…” he sighed. “I just have a lot to do.”
“Can you take a break?”
“A break?” Roman hadn’t had that idea.
“You know. When you get some water—not coffee or energy drinks—and a snack and watch… I don’t know… Hercules or something.” He shrugged. “I prefer Tim Burton, but I can stand Hercules. I like the titans.”
“Are you offering to watch a cartoon with me?” Roman gave a small but sincere grin. “You object to most of my movie choices.”
“And then we watch your choice anyway.” Virgil smiled, a fondness in his eyes. “Because you’ll throw a fit if we don’t.”
“But, still, you suggested an uplifting Disney cartoon. That’s… that might be a first.”
Virgil rolled his eyes, but he was still smiling. “Yeah, yeah. Come on, you need a break. We’ve been sitting in here working for like three hours.”
“Yes, but…” Roman’s grin faded. “I’m not even close to done, Virgil, and this needs to be done. It needs to be done. I need to be done with it.” He didn’t know how he could impress on Virgil how much he wanted to never think about this project again.
“Do you need to be done tonight?”
“I should have it done tonight.”
“That’s not what I asked.” Virgil said, his voice soft, gentle.
Roman sighed. “I suppose I have a few more days to really finish it, but—what are you doing?” Virgil had crossed the room and was gathering his art supplies, putting them in his bag.
“Come on, we’re watching Hercules.”
“I really—I can’t—”
Virgil threw his bag over his shoulder. “You can, and you will.”
Roman sighed. “I need to keep working on this.”
“Can you keep working on this?” Virgil crossed his arms. “Be honest with yourself.”
“I…” Roman’s mouth was slightly open as he searched for the words. For the answer. “I can’t. Not right now. Virgil, I can’t. But I have to.”
“Okay.” Virgil nodded his head. “Then let’s go back to my place and we can make popcorn, and we’ll cuddle and watch the first half-hour of Hercules. And then you can get back to work for an hour, and I’ll sketch. And then we’ll watch more Hercules.”
“Okay.” Roman said softly, closing his laptop.
Virgil waited by the door as Roman packed up his things. “You’re working hard, Roman. You’re doing what you need to do. But you know as well as I do that you do better work when you’re fully conscious and energetic.”
“I suppose I’m not quite as bouncy as I usually am.”
“Not even a little bit as bouncy as usual.” Virgil shook his head. “It’s quite sad. You’re adorable when you’re excited about what you’re working on.”
“I know.” Roman grumbled, standing up. “Self-care makes my work better. But—”
“No buts.” Virgil bumped his shoulder. “Let’s go watch your movie. I won’t even complain when you sing along.”
“Really?” Roman’s eyes lit up.
“Really.”
Roman began to hum “I Won’t Say I’m In Love” as he walked out of the room behind Virgil, pulling the door shut behind him.
Virgil grinned. “You’re already starting to sing. I may have made a mistake.”
“I’m not singing, I’m humming. There’s a difference.” Roman said with mock offense.
“There’s my Roman.” Virgil said, and Roman couldn’t see his face, but he could hear the grin in his words. “A break will do you good.”
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Oreo
Part Four: Wonderful
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.
Ships: Focus Prinxiety, Background Loceit/Intruality
Taglist: @renys @falsemood
Virgil lets out a groan as he hears a motorcycle engine rev outside. Internally, he debates ghosting Roman, or texting him telling him he changed his mind, but inevitably decides against it.
He grabs his house key, before making his way to the front door. Locking it behind him, he double checks to make sure it’s locked, and then triple checks to be fully confident.
Hesitantly trudging towards the motorcycle, Virgil sees that Roman has taken his helmet off. His hair was disheveled - no doubt disturbed by the helmet pressing against it - but he was smiling wide. The motorcycle itself was bright white, with gold accents.
Roman was standing beside it, having parked and turned it off once Virgil had come outside.
“Someone’s excited,” Roman teases, as Virgil’s eyes look over the bike.
Virgil huffs at the statement, scowling as he glances towards Roman’s face. "Don't say that; it sounds sexual."
Roman laughs, before turning to lift up the seat. Beneath it was a storage compartment.
He pulls out another helmet, slimmer than his own, and instead of being the same white and gold as Roman’s, this one was just a solid black. He hands it to Virgil with a comforting smile.
"You ready to go?" Roman asks, as he swings himself over the motorcycle seat, pushing up the kickstop with his foot.
Virgil watches him as he does so. "Yup."
"You know how to ride a motorcycle, right?"
"Yes, Roman.” Virgil rolls his eyes. He feels his chest tighten.
Roman smiles at Virgil’s bitterness, looking at Virgil expectantly, before placing his helmet on his head. Virgil runs his thumbs over his own, before he slides it on too, and climbs onto the motorcycle after. Nervously, he slides his arms around Roman’s torso, heart racing. Once again, the motorcycle revs, before Roman’s wrist rolls forward and it starts up, pulling forward and away from Virgil’s house.
The wind against his body makes him shiver, his hoodie flapping around him. Without thinking, he pulls himself closer to Roman, chest leaning against his back for warmth.
Despite the chill, Virgil’s smiling wide beneath the helmet, eyes observing the blur of buildings they pass by.
But, the ride is over in a matter of minutes, as they pull into the parking lot of a small, local diner. Virgil slips off the motorcycle first, Roman following suit. They take their helmets off and hang them on the bike handles, before Roman’s fingers brush against Virgil’s, subtly slipping them between Virgil’s own.
Virgil is too exhilarated to notice.
Roman keeps a hold of Virgil's hand as they walk in, leading them to a booth. Slowly, he pulls his hand away, and sits on the bench opposite of Virgil so they could sit across from each other.
A waitress comes over, and hands them menus with a soft greeting. Roman smiles at her. Virgil looks down.
His eyes scan over the menu as he attempts to appear busy, while Roman makes small talk. He compliments her nails, and asks where she got them done. His eyes briefly flicker up to look at them, and he notices how genuinely Roman smiles at her.
She smiles back at him, glancing at her nails herself as if she’s admiring them in a new light, before she shakes her head slightly as if to dismiss the topic, asking instead if they’d like anything to drink.
“Just water,” Virgil responds, awkwardly, as he flips the menu open. Pancakes, burgers, chicken tenders; the choices were endless.
“Just water?” Roman asks, one eyebrow raised as he smiles, plotting. “Are you sure you don’t want anything more exciting? They have hot chocolate, tea… milkshakes! Wouldn’t you rather have a milkshake?” Though he was partially teasing, there was a soft air to his voice. He was genuinely asking, though also somewhat encouraging Virgil to agree.
The waitress looks towards him.
“I mean… I guess. A milkshake then.”
The waitress’s pen taps against her notepad, prepared to write. “What flavor? We have the classic vanilla, chocolate, strawberry…”
“What about a cookies and creme variant?” Roman prompts.
Virgil flushes at the notion, and the reminder of why they were on this date in the first place. He dreads the waitress’s response.
“Oreo? We do. Is that fine with you?” She directs the question towards Virgil, who wants to groan into his hands.
“Sure,” comes his response, through gritted teeth. She smiles, scribbles it down, and then turns towards Roman.
Roman nods to her, before tilting his head towards Virgil. Voice low and playful, he asks "do you wanna be cliche with me? One shake, two straws?"
Virgil snorts, finally meeting Roman’s eyes. "That's one of the stupidest things I've ever heard come out of your mouth, which is surprising, considering I've heard you introduce yourself."
Gasping dramatically, Roman places a hand over his heart."Are you calling me stupid? How dare you!” The waitress laughs at Roman’s theatrics, and even Virgil can’t help the grin that rises to his face.
"You figure it out," he quips, matching Roman’s playfulness.
Despite not getting a solid answer, Roman turns to the waitress and asks for one large shake with two straws, turning to Virgil afterwards.
“That way, if you decide to want to share, we can always toss one out,” Roman muses, and Virgil’s cheeks go pink at the idea, huffing as he shoves his menu towards Roman.
“Shut up,” is his only response, but Roman laughs lightly regardless.
Virgil laughs along with him. Something about Roman’s own happiness seems to be infectious.
He doesn’t notice that Roman’s smiling at the sound, not used to hearing Virgil actually express his enjoyment. Sure, they don’t hang around each other often, but whenever Roman’s able to observe him, the most he ever sees is a slight upturn to his lips. Never… this.
Smiling really suited Virgil.
"Quit staring at me, jock," Virgil suddenly says, after a moment. It startles Roman out of his daydreaming state. Virgil’s eyes are narrowed, but he’s still smiling, cheek resting on his hand as he stares into Roman’s forest-green eyes
Roman smirks in response, puffing his chest out as he exclaims "I couldn't help myself. With a face as pretty as yours, it's almost impossible to look away."
Though, instead of the typical huffy or flustered response Roman’s used to seeing by now, Virgil laughs again. “That was super cheesy. Does that ever work on anyone?”
"I don't know; did it work on you?"
Virgil snorts, crossing his arms over his chest. "Hell no."
Roman sighs, sounding mockingly disappointed. Eyes closed remorsefully, Roman laments “well, it was worth a shot nonetheless.”
Eventually, the waitress comes back with the Oreo milkshake and two straws. She sets them down on the table, and winks at them as she leaves. Virgil rolls his eyes in response while Roman chuckles, reaching forward to hand Virgil a straw of his own.
Both of them tear the paper covering, with Roman sliding his to the edge of his straw and blowing it at Virgil, before the two of them stick their straws into the milkshake.
Roman’s the first to take a sip, and he smiles immediately after doing so. "Oreo was a great choice. This tastes amazing."
"It's just an Oreo shake, you dork," Virgil responds, as he takes a sip. “There’s nothing overly special about it.”
"Maybe it's just being here with you that makes it taste better."
Virgil smiles briefly, before his smile drops and he sighs right after. "You… you really need to stop that.”
“Stop what?”
Virgil fidgets with his hands under the table. “All the flirting. You know I don’t like you. And I know you don’t like me.”
Roman’s smile falls as well. "I never said that."
"You didn't have to," Virgil shrugs, casually taking another sip of the shake. His shoulders were tense though. "Your posse says enough."
Frowning now, Roman leans back. "They don't speak for me. I never said I didn't like you. The things that Remus says shouldn’t be internalized. He’s mean to everyone.”
Virgil just shakes his head and looks away, almost disappointed.He uses his finger to stir the straw in the thick milkshake.
Roman looks on, confused, as he tries to think of anything he could have done that might have upset Virgil, along with anything he could say to aid the situation.
Unable to come up with something, Roman changes the topic.
"I didn't see your parents when I picked you up. Were they just inside?" Roman asks, hoping the out-of-the-blue question will lead to a lighter conversation. He wanted to subdue the otherwise thick tension between them.
Virgil shakes his head. “They’re on vacation. It’s their anniversary.”
"When will they be back?"
Shrugging at the question, Virgil turns his attention fully back to Roman. He sees nothing wrong with that answer, but Roman gasps, less dramatically and more serious this time.
“You don’t know?”
Face flushing with humiliation, Virgil shrugs again. "They never told me. They just said they'd be back; they didn't say when. It’s not like they’ll be gone forever."
"So…so you've just been alone?" Roman prods.
Virgil awkwardly clears his throat. "Not really. They left two days ago. I spent the first night alone, and then I spent the night at Janus’s yesterday, so I haven't been completely alone.”
Roman nods, not completely convinced, but understanding nonetheless. "Are you spending the night with him again?"
"No," Virgil responds, huffing slightly. “He and Logan are hanging out tonight, and I don’t really feel like intruding.” Virgil’s fingers tap against the table, before he snorts. “Besides, the last time I spent the night over there, I woke up with a boyfriend.”
Grinning proudly, Roman goes “and that’s such a bad thing?”
"Considering you’re the boyfriend I woke up with, yes. That’s a horrible thing.”
It’s Roman’s turn to roll his eyes, as he pulls the Oreo shake closer to him, taking a sip himself, and dramatically sticking his tongue out at Virgil afterwards.
"Do you like being alone?" Roman then asks, after a moment.
Virgil hesitates, before sighing. “Not really, but there’s not much I can really do about it.”
Roman frowns, but doesn’t ask any follow up questions, instead taking an obnoxiously loud sip of the shake.
Then the waitress comes back.
“Have you guys decided on what to eat?” she asks, and both Roman and Virgil exchange a wide-eyed glance.
Roman laughs awkwardly. “No, sorry! We haven’t even gotten a chance to look at the menu,” he admits, while Virgil hurriedly flips his menu open and scans the items on it.
“Chicken tenders,” Virgil suddenly blurts, before his face goes red with humiliation as the waitress turns towards him, confused.
He clears his throat, and clarifies “I’d like the chicken tenders, please.” He sits stiff, rubbing his hands together beneath the table. “Just a normal basket, with fries maybe.” He then looks towards Roman, who gets the hint and quickly opens his own menu.
“Would you like any dipping sauce?” the waitress prompts, writing down his order.
“Ranch?” It’s more of a question than an answer, but the waitress seems satisfied as she makes a note of that as well.
She then turns to Roman, who sets his menu down as he proclaims “I’d like a burger. Please. With no tomato.”
“Fries on the side?”
“Yes please.” Roman gathers the menus together and hands them to the waitress, who accepts them with a thankful nod.
As she tucks them under her arm, she asks if he’d like any sauce for his fries, to which he politely declines. She then turns and walks away.
Virgil sighs in relief as soon as she's gone.
Roman laughs. “That was panic-inducing,” he jokes, musing at Virgil’s uttered reply of “no kidding,” before Roman pushes the shake back towards him. Virgil accepts it with open arms, and takes a sip, absentmindedly picking a straw.
They finish the shake together in the time it takes for their food to arrive, chatting every now and then, as the sky outside begins to grow dark.
When the waitress comes back, she has two plastic baskets of food with her, a checkered and flimsy piece of paper inside of it, on which their food sits on. Both of the platters are stained with grease, but both Roman and Virgil offer thanks to the waitress as they look towards their food.
Roman’s the first to pick his food up, taking a large bite of the burger, leaving Virgil to laugh as juice runs down his chin.
Quickly, Roman grabs a napkin and wipes at his mouth, but he chews quickly, laughing once he’s choked it all down. “Wow,” he mutters, smiling. “This is really good.”
Rolling his eyes at the dramatics, Virgil picks up a chicken tender, and dips it in the ranch. He’s a lot more courteous with his bite, but there’s something so appealing about the warm taste of greasy food. Despite the slick residue it leaves behind on Virgil’s fingers.
“Pass the ranch?” Roman then asks, meekly, leaving Virgil to huff and roll his eyes as he sets the small container of ranch between them.
Roman immediately reaches forward to slather two fries with it, before popping them into his mouth.
They eat their food in mostly silence, with the occasional comment or short exchange every now and then, but really both of them are content with just eating for now. Surprisingly, there’s nothing weird about enjoying a meal in the other’s company.
When they’re finished, Roman waves the waitress over and requests the bill. He pays with his card, before pulling out a hefty stack of cash from his wallet and setting it on the table. Virgil meagerly pulls out a few bills and lays them aside Roman’s pile.
Once he gets his card back (and sees the way the waitress’s face lights up with pure joy), Roman grabs Virgil’s hand, and pulls him outside.
By this time, the dark blue of the sky has gradually faded into a warm gold as the sun sets. The ombre of colours draws Roman’s eyes. Virgil watches the wide-eyed way he stares at the sky, how his pupils trace the merging of the colours, before his head lands facing the sun, a warm smile on his face that contrasts the chilliness of the evening.
“How much do I owe you?” Virgil asks, drawing Roman out of his enraptured state.
Roman looks at him, puzzled, a confused smile on his face. “What do you mean? You don’t owe me anything.”
“My half of dinner,” Virgil clarifies, as he’s handed his helmet. He holds it firm as he stares back at Roman, who merely shrugs off Virgil’s statement.
“Eh, don’t worry about it,” Roman replies, as he raises his helmet above his head. “Consider that my thanks for such a nice evening.”
He then promptly pulls his helmet onto his head, effectively ending the conversation, and any of Virgil’s further protests.
Climbing back onto the motorcycle, Roman then slowly pulls out of the diner, and drives a bit slower towards Virgil’s neighbourhood. Even after pulling up to his house, Roman’s slow to park the bike.
Sooner than Virgil would have liked, they’re stopped on the curb.
Virgil slides off, pulling the helmet off of his head and handing it back to Roman, who pushes the kickstop down before getting off himself. He sets his own helmet on one of the bike handles, before tucking Virgil’s back under the seat.
"I guess this is where we part ways, huh?" Roman says, laughing slightly, as he looks between Virgil and his house.
Virgil scoffs at his dramatic lamenting. "I'll literally see you tomorrow," he responds, unamused, but with a small smile on his face. “Now shoo. I need alone time to recoup.”
Roman sighs, smiling. “I guess I’ll meet you by your locker, then.”
Virgil snickers, backing up towards his door. “Don’t count on it,” he teasingly calls out, before unlocking his door and heading inside. He kicks the door shut behind him, locking it after, and then leans back against it, letting himself slowly sink to the ground as he sighs.
Roman had essentially been flirting with him the entire time, had paid for their entire (albeit cheap) meal, and had given him a (very fun) ride both to the diner and back to his house.
This sucked.
Roman was being a genuinely good person. He’s been polite and respectful. Thinking about it, Virgil realizes he has little reason to hate him.
That “date” was horrible, and Virgil enjoyed every second of it. Wonderful.
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Skateboards and jam (2/?)
This took a lot longer than I expected but finally here’s the next chapter! I’m having a lot of fun writing this so I hope the rest won’t take quite as long :3
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Virgil quickly fumbled his skateboard over to his left hand so he could take Romans. “Virgil.” he replied, meeting the others gaze for the first time before quickly looking away. He really didn’t understand all of these emotions. This was the guy that always annoyed him, the guy who’s outfits he always poked fun at to his friends, so why did looking into his soft brown eyes make Virgil all weak in the legs. Roman tilted his head a bit, confused by the sudden change in demeanor, he seemed so confident mere moments ago. Now it looked more like he wanted to sink through the ground. He shrugged and let go of the skater's hand “so where do we start?”. Virgil swallowed hard, oh no. “Eh- well- wherever you want I guess” he let out a nervous chuckle as he dropped the board onto the ground trying to hide his panic. He was expecting him to ask him to show something next, that was the logical next step, and certainly what he would’ve done if the roles were reversed.
Carefully Roman took a step forward and put his right foot on the skateboard. “So I just like, step onto it-?” Not even waiting for a reply he lifted his other foot from the ground as well. Virgil’s eyes widened. Quickly he threw his arms out, taking a sturdy grip around the others hands and just barely keeping him from falling on his ass. He froze for a moment, feeling his heart flutter in his chest as they just stood there hand in hand. “Well you might want something to hold on to,” he grinned up at him, “trust me, I know from experience.”
“Well it looks like you’re right.” Roman chuckled, his face quickly starting to heat up. That was the first time he had seen the skater smile and oh boy what a smile, he’d do anything to see it again. He looked away for a moment trying to collect himself, weak knees didn’t exactly help with the balance on this damn thing.
Virgil breathed a huge sigh of relief. Maybe he could get through this without making a fool out of himself. “Okay, how about we move a little?” He asked, though it wasn’t really a question. He gently started moving, dragging the other with him, immediately he felt the grip around his hands tighten. God this guy really has no balance. He chuckled a little to himself, the combination of confidence and incapability was really funny in a strangely endearing way. Roman gasped a little as the board was set in motion, struggling to stay on his feet. Possibly because his mind had been elsewhere the entire time. He had been stuck on the feeling of Virgil’s soft hands gently resting on his own, they looked very pale compared to his with chipped black nail polish on all of his nails. Not able to fully grasp that he was actually getting to hold his hands.
Riding around for a bit like that Roman started to get a hang of it, or well at least he was no longer put off balance by every slight gust of wind. He quickly started to feel more confident again.”Maybe I could try it on my own now?” It was barely a question, he’d already started to let go of the other’s hands. Virgil raised an eyebrow, there was no way that’d end well. “Sure,” he sighed a little, “but you’ll need a little more speed to start with”. Taking a harder grip around Romans hands and doing a little jog before letting go. Feeling Virgil letting go of his hands he immediately regretted his decision, he really didn’t have the balance figured out and didn’t even know how to stop. There was no way he wasn’t gonna make a fool out of himself. Admittedly he had been hoping the opposite, that he’d have some hidden talent and impress the skater with his natural skills. Instead there he was violently flailing his arms to try and avoid falling backwards before ending up falling flat on his face, with enough momentum to slide a little across the asphalt. It hurt like bitch. Luckily he was pretty good at keeping face, he quickly got up and chuckled a little, “oops”.
Virgil just stared at him, mouth slightly agape, that was possibly the most dramatic fall he had ever seen. “Are you alright?” He was genuinely concerned, but seeing him immediately getting up he wondered if he was just being dramatic. He was always the worried one, his friends always told him to ease up and relax but he could never quite shake the bad feelings, it made him feel quite silly. “I’m finee.” Roman picked the board up and bought it back, smiling as he walked back to virgil. “But I don’t want to do that again,” he added with a laugh. “Maybe we should just go back to step one”. He reached out his hands towards the skater again and Virgil took them without question. It wasn’t that he really wanted to get back on that damn board, actually he’d love to not do that, but he desperately wanted to hold his hands again and how else would he get to do that? Gently he stepped back onto it, pretending he wasn’t absolutely terrified. Though his violently shaking legs might have given it away.
Virgil just stared at him for a moment, he looked scared and who could blame him, he was a lot braver than Virgil had ever been. Not quite being able to shake the worry he took Romans hands in a gentle but firm grip, as if that would protect him. “Well it is nicer like this anyway.” Roman said with a giggle, vaguely gesturing towards their joined hands. His eyes widened realizing what he just said, that was supposed to stay in his head. Quickly he looked away hoping it had just gone over the others head. Virgil's face flushed for a moment “I guess it is.'' He chuckled softly, looking down, desperate to avoid meeting the other’s gaze. He didn’t need any more strange feelings. For a moment he was taken aback by his own words, did he really think that?? Well it was making him less anxious, so he figured it wasn’t completely untrue. Romans heart skipped several beats noticing Virgil’s flustered expression. Immediately his mind started to race and at the same time he lost all control over his body, once again he was falling. However this time Virgil was between him and the ground.
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Virgil doodle
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Remember?
“Because I care about you!"
The teen ran a hair through his thick curls, violet eyes fixated on the shorter male in front of him. “I mean, I know I'm the poor good-for-nothing punk kid but, is that really so hard to believe?” he sat down as the green-eyed teen watched him.
“I….I don't know.” he slowly sat down. “Virgil we drifted apart after…” he trailed off with a sad look in his eyes, unsure how to continue.
“Yeah. after my dad.” he sucked in a breath and sat next to the younger teen. “I remember when we were kids, you were running around your house like the fucking, maniac you are” he laughed dryly. “And uh, you tore your shirt off-”
“And Mamá started cursing me out in Spanish.” roman complimented the dry laugh with one of his own. “And then you started laughing at me.”
Virgil snorted “Hey if you heard my mom yelling at me in Italian you’d laugh too.”
“I have laughed! Remember at church when you stood up-”
“Yeah! And I started yelling profanities before walking out.” Virgil laughed a boisterous hearty laugh and looked down with a somewhat broken smile, only noticing the tears when they dripped on the ground. “What happened to us?”
“You know how kids are,” Roman replied softly. “They make fast friends just because they feel like it and then…..later they just kinda….change.” he said even quieter now.
“Eugh. My least favorite word.” Virgil joked ruefully.
Roman nodded. “You became a punk bad boy and I became….popular?”
“Why is that a question?” Virgil teased.
“Well, I'm sorry Mr.Specific Stereotype, not all of us can have a cool label.”
“Princey, there. You got a cool label now.” Virgil replied coyly.
“Hey! Using childhood nicknames does not count!” roman whined.
“Oh? You wanna fight me pipsqueak?” Virgil taunted.
“Oh, you are on!” Roman grunted jumping up, only regretting his decision when Virgil stood and easily towered over him. “Wait this isn’t faIR-!”
He was immediately thrown over Virgil’s shoulder and he carried him too their tree. They laughed and wrestled and sat, talking for hours. All until the sun went down, and they walked home together. And they felt…..better.
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Close Calls
Uh, wow, it has been so long since I posted a fic, heh. This is actually an old fic from a while ago that I never posted. Recently I decided to revamp and edit it. There may or may not be one or two more chapters in the works but I was also thinking of leaving it here.
Let me know if you want more of this!
Description: Prince Roman has gotten plenty of scrapes in bruises in the past, and he doesn't see how one more stab wound is that big of a deal. His dearest Virgil, still just a nurse in training, begs to differ.
Genre: hurt/comfort
Pairings: Prinxiety
Warnings: injuries mentioned, mentions of past abuse, homophobia mentioned (I think that's it but let me know if I missed anything or if you need something tagged!)
Word Count: 2,014
Chapter 2
“Of course, it’s infected,” I sighed, rubbing a hand down my face in frustration. “You should have gone to the royal physician when you came back, and not me.
“Yeah well, maybe I didn’t wanna,” the prince in front of me huffed petulantly. I rolled my eyes at him, and stood, examining the stab wound that rested a little above his hip. I’d stitched it up a few days before and had come back to check on him as I had promised. Unfortunately, he was complaining that the pain was getting worse instead of better, and, well, here we were.
“Seriously, your highness, why won’t you just go to the physician? This seems pretty bad. It’s swollen and I don’t want the infection to spread or get worse.
“Oh, we’re playing that game,” Prince Roman scoffed, leaning back against the headboard of his bed, “I told you not to call me that
He looked so tired that I gave in much quicker than normal, groaning and rubbing my temples at my growing headache
“You’re being too stubborn, Roman,” I grumble
“You’re a nurse. It’s basically the same thing,” he muttered.
“No, you idiot, it’s not the same thing. I didn’t even have the right tools with me when you called for me last time. All I had was what I managed to smuggle from the clinic without drawing too much attention. And if someone had told me what had happened before I came, maybe I could have gotten the right supplies. I didn’t know you’d been stabbed. I should have just reported this to Logan and let him handle it. Maybe we wouldn’t be here right now if I had,” I ranted, plopping down on the edge of his bed where he was lounging.
“…But you love me, so you’ll still keep this a secret for me, right?” he grinned sweetly, leaning closer and reaching up to try to cup my face. I glared at him until he sat back again with a pout.
“You are so lucky that I’m more concerned about your stupid health right now than arguing anymore,” I grumbled as I got to work tending to his wound.
“Aw, come now, stormcloud,” he countered, still pouting, “at least it’s an excuse to see you again.”
I scoffed, rolling my eyes at him.
“Yes, I just love being responsible for the prince getting an infection and then having him argue with me for the millionth time seeking about actual medical health.”
“Oh, it’s not that bad,” he tsked, reaching over to brush back my hair. I promptly swatted his hand away and glared at him again.
“No fun,” he sighed petulantly.
“You know the rules, Roman,” I reminded him with a sigh of my own.
“Yeah, well, coming here and doing this is against the rules too, but you’re still doing it,” He pointed out, huffing in irritation.
“Under protest.”
“I think a little touching in my own room is fine, Virgil. You’ve said you loved me before.”
“…Under protest.”
“Was not,” Roman muttered, snorting.
“That—I shouldn’t have said it, ok? You know that we’d get in a lot of trouble. It would just cause problems for both of us,” I huffed, glancing up at him before refocusing on my work.
Roman opened his mouth, probably to argue some more, but cut himself off with a flinch.
“That hurts, Virge,” he hissed, pulling away a bit.
“Well, obviously. It’s a stab wound Roman,” I spat out, glaring at him, “and I’m trying to clean it; so, hold still.”
He huffed but did as instructed, and we fell into a tense silence. I’d made a mistake in telling him I loved him, obviously, because he never let me forget that I’d said it. It was a spur-of-the-moment thing late one night when I was fixing some bruises on his face. He had been acting so sweet, but he looked so broken, and I poked and prodded until he admitted where the bruises had come from. It would have been so much better if they were just from him defending the nearby city from the raids that had been plaguing the kingdom for quite a while. It would have been ok if they were from one of his stupid quests to who-knows-where because he wouldn’t tell me about them but always came back bruised from them. It would have been fine if he’d been out training with the knights again and got a little carried away.
Instead, I cursed his father and the fact that he was the beloved king and that Roman couldn’t do anything about that. I cursed that his father had said he wouldn’t relinquish the throne until Roman found a suitable queen to rule by his side, and I cursed that I wasn’t a born girl of noble blood so that I could be that for him. I cursed that us being in love wasn’t enough. I cursed everyone who found it disgraceful and lowly that he’d fall for a servant; and everyone who found it disgusting and sinful that he’d fallen for a man. I had a lot of curses to give out, apparently. Too bad I didn’t know a suitable witch.
Pushing away those thoughts with a grimace, I refocused on cleaning and wrapping Roman’s torso. Luckily my hands had been moving on autopilot during my little internal rant, and I was basically done at this point. I sighed, staring at the place I knew the wound was underneath the bandages, hoping I’d done enough to stop the infection After all, I was still just in training to become a physician. I hadn’t even gotten through all of my training to become a full-time, work without supervision nurse yet, despite what Roman seemed to think.
Speaking of Roman, he was zoning out, staring at a spot on his bed, and I just grew more worried at the slightly dazed look in his eye. This infection could have serious consequences if it got much worse.
“Come on, Princey, please let me take you to Logan,” I tried one more time, already expecting the answer I’d get. Couldn’t hurt to try, right? He paused for a second before blinking and shaking himself out of his stupor.
“No, Virgil. Just—please. You know that if my father finds out about this, he’ll—he’ll forbid me to go into town anymore at all,” he begged, “he’s already banned me from helping fend off the raids—”
“Which you obviously ignored,” I interrupted, making him huff.
“—If he finds out I disobeyed and got injured…again…he won’t even let me out of my room.”
I put my hand on his shoulder, trying to offer some sort of comfort. I knew he’d been having more problems with his father recently, but I didn’t know how I could be of any help. What could I say against the king?
“You know, when he banned me from helping with the raids and fighting off any other attacks on the towns, he said that I should learn that my life is more valuable than theirs,” He scoffed, breaking the soft silence that had fallen between us as his face twisted in disgust, “He told me there’s no reason I should get hurt protecting them. That I was making a fool of myself…what kind of ruler doesn’t protect their people?”
“A bad one,” I muttered without thinking, making Roman snicker.
“Hear, hear,” He grinned before growing serious once again.
“Virgil, when I’m king, I’m going to do better,” he avowed, glaring down at his lap.
“Of course, you will, Ro,” I agreed softly, “You’re already doing better than him.”
Roman smiled at my words as I tried not to imagine how much trouble I’d be in if someone overheard me slandering the king.
“I’m going to actually help our people. I’m going to make sure to put an end to threats for good instead of brushing over the issue by sending out more and more untrained soldiers to their deaths. I’m going to make sure everyone is as happy,” He continued, sighing—probably at the thought of everything that’s been happening lately. There had been a lot of infighting in the kingdom recently. Not only did no one know who was facilitating the attacks and raids on the towns and cities near the castle, there was increasing evidence that it was coming from within the kingdom and not from outside forces. I couldn’t imagine how much not being able to help how he wanted was weighing on Roman. I couldn’t even blame him for sneaking out to help defend the citizens. I just wish he didn’t always come back hurt.
“You’ll make a great ruler, Ro, even if you’re an idiot for not taking any of my advice, like…ever,” I assured, hoping to ease the melancholy atmosphere that had fallen with a little teasing. He chuckled softly, but remained as serious as before, looking up to meet my eyes. I melted a little at how much they softened when he looked at me.
“I’ll make sure we can be together too, Virgil. I’ll—I’ll make sure no one can hurt you. No one will have to hide anymore, and those stupid rules will be abolished,” he promised, taking my hand in his. “Just…wait for me, ok? I’ll protect you. I’ll protect us.”
My breath wavered at the sincerity in his voice. If anyone could accomplish all of that, I was sure it was Roman. He already had the love and loyalty of most of the castle staff. He visited the town as often as he could and had made friends with many of the locals. Even many nobles—the ones who weren’t stuck with their head in their own asses—loved him as well. I smiled softly, patting the hand that still rested on mine.
“Looking forward to it, Princey,” I murmured.
As Roman started to blush and lean forward, I realized just how close we’d gotten during his promises, and jumped up, clearing my throat. I already missed the softness that I’d just destroyed by pulling away. I wondered what would have happened if I hadn’t.
“Um, uh, the stitches I did last time look fine for the most part,” I started, pushing away the thoughts as I frantically started collecting the left-over supplies and tried to hide how red my face had grown, “but as I said earlier, it’s definitely infected.”
When I turned back around after gathering everything, Roman was pouting forlornly, a blush still tinging his cheeks.
“You—um, I put some ointment that should help with it, but if it gets worse…” I sighed, rubbing my neck awkwardly. I knew telling him to go to the physician again would just cause another argument, and I really didn’t want another one of those right now.
“Well, I’ll try to come back tomorrow to check it, but you know I can only sneak up to your room so many times without people getting suspicious,” I said instead, trying to chuckle to lighten the mood.
“So…you won’t tell?” he asked hesitantly.
“You know I won’t,” I rolled my eyes as a bright grin took over his face.
“Just get some rest, Princey, I’ll be back tomorrow. Probably,” I instructed, biting back a grin of my own at the look on his face.
“Good night, Edgar Allen Woe,” he sang as I started for the door.
“One day, you’re gonna run out of those stupid nicknames,” I snickered.
“Never,” he gasped dramatically.
With a soft chuckle, I bid him goodnight and closed the door. As I sneaked back down to the servant’s quarters where I lived, I let the stress of—all of that—slide off and took a deep breath. It was quiet, and I took comfort in the fact that my footsteps were the only ones I could hear echoing down the hall. It seems I was safe this time. One day that prince was going to kill me with worry. Too bad I liked him too much to care.
#I was thinking about getting back into writing fics but Idk#sanders sides#virgil sanders#roman sanders#prinxiety#sanders sides fic#tw injuries#tw homophobia#tw abuse mention#my fics#cait writes#prinxiety fic#hurt/comfort#prinxiety hurt/comfort
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HOW DO THEY FALL IN LOVE IN THE CUPID AU!!!!!
why anon im glad you asked!
so for cupids culturally they are very touch averse. its not that they dont like it, many cupids love physical affection, its just heavily discouraged.
This is because it relates to the whole cupid thing! you see when hit by an arrow the person hit falls in love with the first person who touches them. Thus to prevent any workplace mishaps touching is greatly discouraged. but they aren’t really told this tho! It isnt a said rule just an implied one so most dont know the real reason(including Roman) But generally touching someone is seen as being really really romantically forward.
But reapers have no such rules!! They have no reason not to touch their coworkers since reaping isn’t touch related at all. thus there is a big cultural barrier between ro and Virgil.
Virgil doesnt know about the whole touch thing and roman is too polite to question it so he just thinks virgil is coming onto him HARD. But again ro is too polite to stop him so it just goes on like this.
Eventually tho a workplace mishap does happen! Roman is messing around with his bow(like cleaning it or something) and Virgil sneaks up on him and then boom arrow right through the heart. It obviously hurts, Ro yells, and virgil comes running to see if ro is okay.
And you can most likely guess what happens next. Virgil touches him to see if he’s okay and BOOM head over heels in love !!!
Now Roman doesn’t wanna make the first move tho, he’s too nervous , but he just keeps letting Virgil touch him and in his brain he just like “ wow I love my kinda sorta boyfriend this is great “ and does little nice things for him like getting him flowers and stuff.
Now Virgil has NO idea that any of this is happening, cause Virgil is under the (very reasonable) assumption that their kinda beings just can’t be effected by their own weapons (which is true for reapers but not for cupids) And he thinks all the romantic stuff Roman is doing is just like cultural cupid stuff?? Like of course the thing that makes the romance does the romance stuff.
So Virgil is like okay Roman is doing all this nice stuff for me I’ll do a nice thing for him, cause at this point they are besties. So he thinks and he’s like we both wear rings sometimes,,, what if I got us matching rings,,,in like a friendship bracelet way,,,,
And so he does! He picked out a nice pair of matching rings that were pretty cheap and match their color schemes and doesn’t think anything of it…
Until he overhears Roman referring to him as his fiancé,,,, and then it clicks,,, HOLY SHIT I JUST GAVE MY COWORKER/BEST FRIEND AN ENGAGEMENT RING. ON ACCIDENT.
But now he’s in too deep!!! It would be so awkward to explain that he didn’t mean to get engaged, plus it would break Roman’s heart,,,, so he just goes along with it.
I mean like Romans really hot and Virgil isn’t opposed to dating the guy(he is in love with him he just doesn’t realize) so what’s the harm in saying yes to the husband that just fell right into his lap!!
#Prinxiety#prinxiety fic#roman sanders#tsroman#prinxiety#tsvirgil#virgil sanders#sanders sides#its like one sided fake dating#BUT FAKE MARRIAGE!!!!!#cupid au#cupid!au
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Borderline: Chapter 11- I Miss
Summary: The remaining Princes finally talk
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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?
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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
#prinxiety#prinxiety fic#sanders sides fic#fanfic#sanders sides fanfiction#logicality#virgil sanders#roman sanders#logan sanders#patton sanders#prinxiety fanfiction#i super rarely promote my work but. who cares!!!#this is me practicing for promoting my og work some day#gotta get over the embarrassmeent#to anyone on here who might have read this already.thank u!!#(i mean who read some of it/all thats currently available)#the fic is NOT finished jskdjkssdj i dont want to misinform someone#anyway. bye!#dan talks#dan promotes#dan writes
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Jamming with history illustration
Jamming with history is one of my favorite fanfics. It's written by @lovelivingmydreams and I'm actually honored to be friends with such a talented writer ( she's going to write a book eventually and I'm going to gush about it and you can't stop me)
Here's one of the moment from the story when Roman brings Virgil to the Disneyland and they spend days being adorable dorks and dressing up as different disney characters. Will Roman be able to woo his friend? Read and find out
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Oreo
Part Five: Oversleeping
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
Does he even have a reason to despise Roman? A real reason?
He knows he hates Remus, but he can’t drag Roman into his brother’s bullying. Well, technically he could, but it’d be immature.
Huffing, Virgil tries to think of a reason - perhaps an annoying interaction they’ve had or teasing that was taken too far - but he ultimately comes up short. He just seemingly decided one day after seeing him around Remus that he didn’t like the man. Overlooking the fact they’re brothers in order to justify his bitterness.
Virgil squeezes his eyes shut.
Okay, he’ll admit that was a bit unfair of him. Deciding that he didn’t like Roman just because of who he’s related to was silly.
But, at the same time, Remus harassed him and his friends constantly. How could someone as wonderful and caring as Roman be related to someone who’s so pathetic that he picks on other people to feel some semblance of self worth?
Virgil’s fists roughly hit against his pillows, letting out a frustrated groan as he struggles to sift through the thoughts flooding within his mind like unruly waves crashing against a beach. He can’t focus on anything for more than a few seconds; a thought would come, he’d feel guilt or justification, and then a new thought would take its place.
He sits back up, adjusting his position on the couch, before he turns and presses his face into a new cushion. Closing his eyes once again, the “date” he’d just gone on plays in his mind like a movie.
Roman’s smile… The ease by which he talked...
And his laughter.
Virgil pulls his knees up to his chest, sighing as he urges himself to relax. The sweet taste of a milkshake on his tongue seems to linger. A wave of exhaustion overtakes him as the exertion of today finally catches up. He’s not an extrovert by any means, and spending the entire day out with Roman was taking a toll.
He leans back on the couch, yawning dramatically, before pushing his face hard into one of the cushions. He lets his eyes close. The date seems to play in his mind like a movie, and he lets the sound of Roman’s soft chuckle lull him to sleep.
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He wakes up the next morning with a headache.
His phone is beeping repeatedly, and when Virgil looks at him, he’s quick to push himself onto his feet.
Groaning as a wave of vertigo overtakes him, he watches a call from Janus suddenly end, adding to a culmination of missed calls currently capped at “16,” but still threatening to increase. He doesn’t bother answering, instead quickly unlocking his phone as he stumbles towards his room, being met with a barrage of texts including ‘where are you?’ and ‘class started fifteen minutes ago!’
Fifteen minutes. And to make matters worse, Virgil can tell he’d overslept, meaning he feels exhausted as ever. Next time he gets home early from a date, he’ll try to keep himself up until ten.
Quickly, Virgil sends an ‘i overslept’ text to the group chat, met with the singular reaction of a thumbs-down emoji from Logan. Truly helpful.
He quickly gets ready, shrugging off his dirty clothes in favor of a different hoodie and another pair of black jeans, before patting his pocket to make sure he has his house key. He throws his backpack over his shoulders, and nearly trips down the stairs.
Under his breath he curses himself for putting off getting his driver’s license. It’s not a long walk by any means, but with him already being late, having a quicker mode of transportation would definitely help.
Essentially sprinting, he can feel himself getting sweaty, and he shakes his head and groans as he realizes he forgot deodorant or toothpaste. Gross.
When he finally hauls his ass into school, he desperately explains his situation to the main office, and is given a late pass which he shamefully carries as he makes his way to his first class. He looks a mess, and he knows it, and so tries to keep his head down as he walks inside.
Every head raises to stare at him, including Janus’s, and the teachers. He shifts uncomfortably where he stands.
"Mr. Addams," she addresses him, sounding rather annoyed. "Glad to see you're finally joining us. Do you have a pass?”
Virgil raises her arm to hand her the slip, and she reads over it before nodding and setting it on her desk.
“The office will adjust your attendance,” she says, dismissively, and Virgil walks to his desk in the back of the room. His chest aches as he feels everyone’s eyes following him. How stupid does he look? Did he remember to lock the front door?
He collapses into his seat, feeling his legs throb as he keeps a hand on his chest, trying to steady his breathing. Running here took so much effort, and keeping his eyes open wasn’t proving to be any easier. He feels as though he’s going to fall to the ground unconscious at any moment.
He resists the urge to lay his head down on his desk, and tries his best to pay attention, not wanting to upset his teacher any further. She already wasn’t pleased with him; he’d hate to do something that would result in a stern talking-to, or even worse, a referral.
In the corner of his eye, Virgil watches Janus type on his phone under the desk, though his head stays straight. His eyes look between Virgil and the teacher. Though he’s curious, Virgil doesn’t bother to check the vibrating phone in his pocket, not wanting to risk fumbling and dropping it. He’d already drawn enough attention toward himself today.
Thankfully, the bell rings after just a short while for Virgil, and he trudges out of the room, Janus at his side.
“Geez, you look like shit,” he comments, making Virgil roll his eyes. He rubs at his face, focusing around his eyes, as he tries to wake himself up more. “How are you feeling?”
“Like I might pass out,” Virgil groggily responds, before forcing himself to stretch. As he reaches his arms over his head, he lets out a slight groan, and then relaxes again. It didn’t help much, but his body feels less strained.
Janus sets a hand on his back. It’s a light touch, but it’s clear he’s helping guide Virgil, if only a bit.
That doesn’t keep Janus from grinning, though. “Don’t worry. All you have to do is stay alive until lunch, and then you can fall asleep on that hunk of a boyfriend you have.” Janus wiggles his eyebrows, attempting to entice some bitter or embarrassed refute from Virgil, but all he gets is a slight hum in response.
Janus whistles. “You must really be tired, hm? Not a glare? No shoulder punch?” He stops their walking to set the back of his hand against Virgil’s forehead. “Are you sure you’re just feeling tired? You’re not running a fever or anything, are you?”
Virgil finally scoffs, and pushes Janus’s hand away. Janus was right in a sense though. He just had to make it to lunch. Then, he could take a quick nap! Hopefully, he’d feel better after that.
Thank god tomorrow was Friday.
Virgil sleepwalks through his next few classes, but it doesn’t seem like any of his teachers notice. Janus and Logan accompany him through a few of them, but he hardly notices. With his head down, he struggles to keep awake, and resorts to kicking his leg in order to stay awake.
Finally, after what seems like centuries to Virgil, lunch comes around.
His eyes burn, and he feels like he’s shaking with every step he takes. He just needs to make it to the cafeteria. Then, he’ll be okay.
As he’s walking - rather slowly - towards the loud chatter and open double-doors, an arm wraps around his shoulders. Virgil jumps, and stiffens as he cranes his neck upwards, only to see Roman.
“Lacking the pep in your step, I see,” Roman jokes, and Virgil can’t help the small smile that graces his lips.
“I’m tired,” Virgil clarifies, as he lets Roman guide him forward.
Roman chuckles. "You shouldn't be; you told the teacher you overslept.”
Virgil rolls his eyes, but Roman suggests “you can nap at lunch. I don’t think all the screaming would make the greatest white noise, but to each their own.”
Virgil laughs softly. “Janus told me a similar thing.” He leaves out the bit where Janus joked about Virgil falling asleep against Roman. Being reminded of that, he’s quick to pull himself away from Roman, who eases his grip and allows Virgil to do so.
People whisper as they pass. It was still big news that Roman decided to date some social outcast! Virgil still needed to ask how people found out about that, though, with Roman’s love for affection and his brother’s big mouth, he definitely had a few guesses.
Once they sit down at their table, Virgil immediately slumps over it, and tucks his head into his arms. Roman, who’s apparently decided this was his new table as well, pats Virgil’s back comfortingly.
“I take it you’re no longer completely against dating Roman?” Janus teases, alluding to the fact they walked in together.
Virgil just shrugs, too lethargic to care at the moment.
Janus laughs. “Better watch out, Roman! Virgil might actually be falling in love with you.” He winks, and Roman smiles, but Virgil lets out a string of muffled words at Janus’s teasing.
They’re mostly incoherent, but Janus can just assume the obvious; Virgil was obviously saying something along the lines of “I could never fall in love with someone like him.”
Roman has no qualms laughing at Janus’s words, though, cheeks a nice pink at the idea. Virgil actually falling in love with him? Never. And Roman becoming equally smitten? He doesn’t see it happening.
There were no real romantic feelings between them, and Roman knew that. But he’s not a quitter, and if Virgil insists on being in this “relationship,” then Roman will make sure it’s the best relationship Virgil’s ever partaken in.
Sneaking a glance downwards, Roman’s met with Virgil’s (supposedly) sleeping figure. He was breathing rhythmically, so Roman assumes he’s finally managed to drift off.
Out of courtesy, Roman lowers his voice, and when Logan finally comes over to join them, he does the same. Logan has a book out as he eats, but he has no problem talking while reading, as if that wasn’t an impressive task. And as lunch carries on, Logan and Janus become more invested in each other, leaving Roman to eat his lunch quietly, side-by-side with Virgil.
When the bell rings, Janus and Logan get up and walk off together, leaving Roman with a sleeping Virgil.
With a sigh, Roman gently shakes Virgil awake. Virgil groans, before weakly swatting at Roman’s hands. His accuracy is horrid, but Roman’s arms retreat anyway, giving Virgil space to stretch.
“Don’t touch me… you heathen….” Virgil yawns, blinking his eyes open.
Roman grins. “Heathen? That’s an awfully mean thing to call somebody who’s looking out for you. Here I am, selflessly making sure you get to your next class on time, and you insult me.” Roman sets a hand on his chest, feigning being struck, as if Virgil’s insult had punched him square in the torso.
Virgil stands, yawning again, before cracking his back. Then, he begins walking. Roman walks with him. They don’t share the same class this period, but it’s in the same general direction.
“Believe me, Roman, I could call you worse,” Virgil threatens, voice gravelly. He still sounds exhausted, but he looks a bit better. Hopefully, with a quick cat-nap, he’d be better suited to finish the rest of the day.
Roman laughs, but doesn’t respond. Silently, they head to Virgil’s class, before Roman waves and turns away to walk to his own, leaving Virgil to settle himself at his desk.
Their afternoon classes are uneventful, and the two are both fairly happy when the dismissal bell rings. Roman runs to his locker, which is already swarmed with fellow football players, other boys trying to associate with the “cool” jocks, and girls desperate to talk to them.
He manages to worm his way to his locker, but in attempting to grab his stuff and leave, he’s stopped by Remus.
“Hey, loser,” Remus greets him, with a wide smile. He’s leaning against the locker next to Roman’s. “Have you convinced that outcast to break up with you yet?” Remus picks at his teeth with his pinky as he waits for an answer, seemingly intrigued.
“No,” Roman replies, as he shuts his locker a bit louder than necessary. “I haven’t been trying.”
Remus looks a little surprised. “Why not? Don’t tell me you actually caught feelings for that accident?”
Roman narrows his eyes, turning to Remus with comically red cheeks. He was frustrated, but such a look could easily be mistaken for fluster. A strange compulsion to defend Virgil wells up in his chest. Maybe it was because Virgil wasn’t here to stick up for himself.
“So what if I have?” is his immediate jest, threatening Remus to raise any sort of objection. “Is that such a problem?” There’s a glare not normally present in his soft green eyes, and it makes Remus jut his chin out in a mixture of curiosity, and amusement.
Roman doesn’t actually have feelings for Virgil, but he has respect and basic decency. Unlike Remus, apparently.
“You barely know him,” Roman continues, as the increasing volume of his voice draws the attention of the people around them, “and from what I’ve seen, he’s a better person than you are.”
“That’s not a hard bar to surpass.”
Roman groans, before stomping his foot dramatically. “Whatever, Remus! Get out of my way; I’m going to see my boyfriend.”
He pushes past Remus, purposely bumping his shoulder against his brother’s, before stomping off, leaving Remus there, intrigued.
Roman takes deep breaths as he makes his way to Virgil’s locker, where he hopes the latter is. And he’s pleased when he sees Virgil there, though Virgil looks exhausted.
His forehead is pressed against his locker, eyes closed. He was holding his bag by his strap, though it hangs down, being drawn to the floor.
Roman sets a hand on Virgil’s shoulder, and apologizes immediately when Virgil jumps. His eyes are wide as he stares at Roman, before sighing out a short “what do you want?” Ever so polite, Virgil wastes no time getting straight to the point.
Roman smiles. “I came to ask if you wanted to come over!”
“Why?” Virgil responds, voice sounding tired. It’s enough to make Roman shift his weight from one leg to the other, debating whether or not he should just drop the topic.
“You mentioned earlier that you didn’t like being alone,” Roman replies, smile faltering slightly. “I came to provide you an alternate option!”
“Who said I’d want to spend time with you instead?”
Roman lets out a sigh, adjusting the bag on his back. “I guess you have a point. I’ll take that as a no, then.” He turns to leave. “Well, I’ll see you tomorrow-”
His hand is immediately grabbed, and Roman turns to see Virgil looking a little anxious. He quickly masks it when they make eye contact, and releases Roman’s hand just as quickly.
“I never said no,” Virgil replies, wiping his hand on his pants as though Roman had infected it with germs. “I’ll come over. Are your parents okay with this?”
Roman just shrugs in response, but he smiles wide. “I’m sure they won’t mind.”
He takes hold of Virgil’s hand, pulling him through the school and out the front door. He pulls a pair of car keys out of his pocket, and leads Virgil to a slick, white car. Not a single splatter of mud or pile of bird shit over it. Roman unlocks it, and even opens the passenger side door for him.
The seats are comfy, and Virgil settles into his with a pleased groan, as Roman gets into the driver’s side and starts the car.
“I could fall asleep right now,” Virgil comments, making Roman laugh.
“It’s a short drive,” he assures Virgil. “I have a comfy bed you can fall asleep on at home instead.”
Virgil lets his head fall to the side, staring at the window as Roman drives them out of the school parking lot, and down the street. They go straight for a while, before Roman turns down a certain street. The houses lining the sidewalk were giant, and looked incredibly old.
Virgil’s eyes go wide.
“The historical district?” Virgil exclaims, pressing his forehead against the window. “But… but the houses here are super expensive! Do you really live here?”
Roman nods, and slows his car as he turns and drives up a nice paved driveway, leaving Virgil to stare at the large house they’re pulling up to. It’s white with many, many windows, and a faded blue roof. Large pillars act as support, and a giant yard is freshly trimmed, with marble decorations. Flowers grow along the driveway and the path to the front door.
Roman parks the car on the driveway, behind two black cars parked side by side. He pulls a key out of his pocket and walks Virgil to the front door, before unlocking it. He shuts the door behind them, and then interlocks his arm with Virgil’s.
“Dad, Papa, I’m home!” Roman then calls, giving Virgil’s arm an assuring squeeze. “And I brought somebody you might want to meet!”
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Skateboards and jam 3/?
This is probably my favourite thing I’ve ever written, especially the last few paragraphs, so I hope y’all enjoy it as much as I do😭
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Instinctively Roman put his arms out to catch himself, and this time it worked. His hands and knees hit the ground hard. Virgil was too caught up in his own thoughts to realize what was going on before he was on the ground, flat on his back with Roman’s hands on either side of him. His face started to flush again, accidentally locking eyes with the other, who was awkwardly leaning over him on shaky hands and knees. Those eyes truly were something special with how they kept making his heart race. Roman froze for a moment, his body screaming in pain. And on top of that this was undoubtedly the most embarrassing thing he’d ever done. ”I’m sorry.” He almost whispered, before quickly trying to get on his feet using his right hand, putting more weight on it he softly winced before smoothly switching to using the left one instead. Trying his very best to keep face and pretend nothing hurt.
Virgil's eyes widened noticing his pained expression, damn he really hurt himself this time. Worried he quickly followed him up, brushing the dirt off the back of his black jeans. But Roman got there before him, “Are you alright??” He asked, looking at him with big worried eyes. “Yeah, I’m alright, don’t worry about it.” He replied, still trying to get the stubborn dust off his pants. “Turns out this really isn’t my thing, huh?” Roman chuckled, his face burning red. He couldn’t believe he just did that, just falling was bad on its own but this, mortifying, by now he had for sure blown any shot he might have had. Maybe he should just leave now before embarrassing himself further he thought and slowly started to back away. Suddenly he felt a soft hand around his wrist. “Hey wait, come with me.” Virgil said gently but still firmly, it wasn’t a question. He had turned around to pick his board up and when he turned back Roman already started to back away from him, visibly in pain. He didn’t like to admit he was worried about him but it just wasn’t something he could allow, he couldn’t just let him leave like that when he knew he could help. He gave him a gentle smile “I think you need to sit down for a bit”, his hand still firmly locked around the other's wrist. Romans eyes slowly widened, but he followed him without protest. “Sure,” he murmured, too flustered to look directly at him. It wasn’t like he wanted to leave anyway, and as long as Virgil didn’t want him to, he'd be more than happy to stay. And they were basically holding hands, what could be better than that?
Virgil had a specific spot in mind. Most of the benches in the park were placed in the center, always used by the other skaters' bags and jackets and in the middle of the big crowd, not where they wanted to be right now. But a little hidden on the opposite side of the park there was a small concrete wall. Most used it for spray painting but it was also the perfect height for sitting, he had done so often while waiting for his friends. Virgil stopped, gently letting go of the other. “Here, have a seat.” He gestured vaguely towards the wall. Roman plopped down with a big sigh. “I guess you were right,” he chuckled, not able to keep his eyes off the skater’s nervous expression. He truly has no business being that cute.
For a moment Virgil just zoned out, staring blankly at nothing, mindlessly spinning a wheel on his skateboard. He shook his head a little, trying to snap out of it before putting the board down next to Roman’s feet. The guy really wasn’t in great shape at this point, apart from his hands the knees and forearms were covered in bleeding scrapes. He knew from experience it probably looked way worse than it was, but that didn’t mean it was good. And it certainly didn’t mean it wasn’t painful. Virgil sighed as he sat down on the ground right in front of him, getting not one but two packs of bandaids out of one pocket and a bandage from the other one. It felt a bit embarrassing to admit he was always carrying those around, but he had needed them enough times that it started to feel justified. Roman tilted his head in confusion as he realized that he was sitting down on the ground instead of next to him on the wall, eyes widened seeing Virgil get a bunch of bandaids out. “You really don’t have to-“ he began but was swiftly interrupted by the other looking up at him. “No, I do.” He said and gave him a gentle smile before continuing, “I have the time and the stuff and you clearly need it so why wouldn’t I?” He pointed out while opening the first pack of bandaids. “Unless you need to go soon of course-“ he quickly added, the thought hadn’t even crossed his mind. Roman aggressively shook his head at that, “No no no, I don’t, I can stay all night if I wanna.” He let out a little laugh, “I just didn’t expect you to want to do that- there’s gotta be more fun things you could do.” Virgil shrugged, “nah not really- besides this is kinda calming..” He felt his face heating up but he didn’t quite understand why, it was true, nothing to be embarrassed about.
“Well if you say so” Roman chuckled. He didn’t like admitting that he needed help but he probably did, and the fact that Virgil wanted to take care of him made his heart flutter a little. Gently Virgil started to place some bandaids, trying to be light on the hand to avoid any unnecessary pain. “How come you just have all this with you?” Roman asked, genuinely curious, he had never met anyone who carried anything more than a couple stray bandaids for emergencies. Virgil tensed up a bit at the question “I just like being prepared, you never know when you’ll need them” he replied, trying hard to avoid looking at the other. And he seemed to accept that answer, they sat there in silence for a while, Virgil slowly working his way up from knees to arms. Using up every last band aid. He couldn’t help but chuckle a little at the sight of him, not unlike a toddler who just fell off a bike for the first time. Hurting himself that much was almost skillful.
“So, which hand?” Virgil asked, bluntly but not harsh, finally looking up towards him again. Roman chuckled nervously, “I don’t know what you’re talking-“ he was interrupted by a stern stare, accompanied by a hand reaching out towards him, telling him to just quit his bullshit. He sighed, “alright,” giving him his right hand, for some reason he was more embarrassed about this than the scrapes covering most of his legs. And the thought of him gently holding his hand made him blush furiously. “You can move it right?” Virgil carefully took his hand “Mhm.” Roman nodded, it did hurt but it absolutely wasn’t that bad. “Good.” He smiled a little and gently started to put the bandage on, for some reason holding his hand like this made him feel weird. For a moment he stayed quiet before he let out a sigh “I feel like I should probably tell you this..“ Stopping for a moment, eyes fixed on the ground beside him. “You do know I can’t actually skate very well, right? Better than you, but like I’m still very much a beginner.” He laughed a little to himself, glancing up at the other. Roman stared up at him with wide eyes, the thought hadn’t ever crossed his mind. But thinking about it, he hadn’t actually ever seen Virgil on his board, he was always carrying it around or sitting on it, but never actually using it.
Virgil swallowed hard, he couldn’t read that expression at all, maybe he should’ve just stayed silent. Not that he cared about what this guy thought of him, he just didn’t want to embarrass himself in front of him. “Well that explains the band aids then.” Roman laughed softly and gave him a gentle smile, the skater couldn’t help but also laugh a little at that. “It’s true, I do usually need them myself.. but never quite that many.” He chuckled, a weight lifted from his chest. Roman laughed with him and briefly Virgil stopped and turned to look at him, immediately regretting it. His laugh was the most breathtakingly beautiful thing, and the sun perfectly hit his golden brown hair and soft cheekbones to make him look absolutely radiant. And his eyes, oh god his eyes, a soft honey color gently sparkling in the sun, he’d never seen anything like it. Quickly he looked away again, face flushed Finally he had realized what was going on. Putting the rest of the bandage on wasn’t easy, suddenly he was hyper aware of everything he did, and holding the other’s hand in his made him almost nauseous from the rush of feelings. He absolutely did care what this boy thought of him.
Thankfully for him, Roman had gotten started talking and was barely stopping for him to respond. So he could comfortably just sit and admire him for a while as the golden light danced across his face, his soft hand gently resting in Virgil’s, trying to come to terms with his new feelings. He knew he was a little out of touch with his emotions, but missing this massive crush was strange even for him. He really thought the nerd was just getting on his nerves. Maybe it was for the best though, if he had felt like this he never would’ve approached him, ever. Now he at least got a chance.
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the smudge around the mouth is sucking all life out of me
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are sander sides people still alive here?
#sander sides fanart#moceit#thomas sanders#slow burn#virgil sanders#dukeciet#logicality#prinxiety#patton sanders#logan sanders#sanders fandom#janus sanders#sander sides fic#fanfiction#writers#writers of tumblr#mutuals
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ao3: "i'm afraid we won't be leaving"
rating: T
warnings: prinxiety, remus shenanigans mentioned
genre: fluff
description: Roman's not been sleeping. Virgil has a fix for that. (for anonymous: "tss fluff prompts.... prinxiety and a nap?")
Roman's jaw cracks in a yawn as he covers his mouth with one ink-spattered hand. He's been struck with a burst of creativity the past few days, so he's been working extra hard for Thomas. A bundle of scripts lay untidily stacked on a corner of his desk, and he's steadily plowing through another. This is good. This is great! Sure, he hasn't really slept in three days, but he doesn't need it! Not when energy thrums through his veins, exhaustion be damned. He's been drinking and eating for the most part (Virgil keeps dragging him off to meals and replenishing his water bottle). All in all, he is doing fantastically and he's so proud of himself. What would Logan say if he could see Roman now? Buckling down and getting the work done?
"Ro," Virgil's voice intrudes. Roman's mouth turns down into a pout before he can stop himself. He loves his boyfriend. He really does. Virgil is incredible and Roman doesn't know how he managed to get so lucky as to have Virgil say yes.
But Virgil doesn't understand how important it is for him to keep going when he's in the groove like this! He needs to finish it! Anxiety plucks at his heart strings, sending little shocks of worry throughout his nervous system.
"Ro, you need to sleep," Virgil says, resting his chin on Roman's shoulder.
"I'm nearly done," Roman argues absently. Virgil eyes him, and Roman finds his face reddening.
"No, you aren't," Virgil says. "I can tell you're lying from a mile away, Princey. Are you trying to get Janus's attention?"
"No!" Roman sputters, still red-faced. "I'm just- I'm not at a good stopping point, Dark and Stormy, just let me-" He wheedles. Virgil raises a dubious eyebrow.
"I don't think so," Virgil says, tugging Roman's chair out from his desk and spinning him around. Roman squeaks, nearly dropping his pen.
"Virgil!" Roman exclaims.
"Roman!" Virgil echoes his intonation. "You need a nap, darling. Come on. Up you get." He tugs at Roman's wrists. "I promise, I will let you get back to it once you've had a nap."
"But what if I forget my thought process?" Roman asks, his eyebrows scrunching together in worry. "I need to get this done, I told Thomas and Logan I'd have this done by the end of the week-"
"Darling, it's Wednesday," Virgil calmly points out. "You still have a few days to get it done. You won't finish it if you collapse instead."
"You're supposed to be on my side," Roman playfully accuses. "What happened to Anxiety prodding Thomas to get his shit done?"
"I realized self care is also important, and you'll get nothing done if you don't sleep," Virgil retorts, deadpan. "I will give you one minute to write down some notes for what you want to do, and that's it."
Seizing his opportunity, Roman whirls his chair back around, grabbing a spare sheet of notebook paper and scribbling down as many thoughts as his crammed-full brain could spit at him. All too soon, the minute is up, and Virgil is plucking the pen out of his hands.
"Nap time," Virgil insists. Roman throws him a pleading look.
"Now darling-" Roman starts, but Virgil just leans forward and kisses his nose, cutting him off mid-sentence.
"You look exhausted," Virgil informs him. "Your bags have bags and are moving cross-country. You look like you're wearing my eyeshadow, babe. Come on."
"Fine," Roman grumpily acquiesces. Virgil helps him stand and fatigue weighs every limb down as he is suddenly accosted with exhaustion. He wobbles and Virgil steadies him with a sympathetic smile. His opulent red and gold-draped bed looks more welcoming by the second.
"Just a few more feet," Virgil encourages him softly.
"You'll nap with me, won't you?" Roman asks. Virgil nods immediately.
"Of course, Princey," Virgil says. A soft, sappy look spreads across Roman's face as he sits down on the edge of the bed and snaps himself and Virgil into their pajamas. He yawns again and Virgil pushes him back onto the bed, crawling in after him.
"Go to sleep, love," Virgil says. The soft sound of rushing water fills the room, as Roman nonverbally turns on his noise machine. He can't handle the quiet otherwise, and Virgil's soft breaths aren't enough white noise to help.
"Love you, stormcloud," Roman murmurs. His eyelids feel like they have five pound weights attached to them. Virgil kisses him, then peppers more kisses across his cheeks.
"Love you, too, Princey," Virgil says, his voice so thick with fondness, it makes Roman's heart swell. "Your work will still be there when you wake up. Promise."
Hearing that, Roman immediately snaps his fingers to turn on the Anti-Remus Wards, just in case, and Virgil laughs.
"Point taken," Virgil says. "Now it will still be there."
"I know my brother," Roman mumbles, already halfway to dream land. Virgil curls up tight against him, one arm draped over his middle, and Roman's breathing slows, evening out.
He sleeps for hours and when he wakes up, his door is streaked with green slime that seems to be smoking.
But his work is untouched.
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As Prinxiety week grows closer and closer its time i start preparing drawings, i wanna know what you all want? what au should i bring back from the depths of my blog? what new ones should I make? Please throw anything and everything you can think of at me!
i need all the help i can get :)
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