#prinx

Techno is teaching Ranboo how to read

Pillow King or Pillow Prince: the non-feminine version of pillow princesses {additionally non-neutral of pillow prinx(e)[ss]}. Can be more specific, since some may feel excluded from the term “princess”.

✨ Mermay week two - treasure ✨

Have a non-binary child for this one. Everybody deserves to feel like a prinx and be respected. 💖

Summary: "I love him, Pat, I love him and I'm screwed"

Warning(s): Dinner mention, Cursing (one curse word), No more I can think of! (tell me if I should add some)

Ships/Couples: (Future) Prinxiety

AN: This is one of my first fanfics (It’s not my first, but I’m new to the writing scene) I wrote this instead of working on the story I should be writing the next chapter for ....so yeah. I’m not sure when the next part will be out, but I’ll try to link it when I write it (if not it’ll be under the tag #the diaries part 1 /2 /3 / etc.) Thank you so much for reading!!! Hope you enjoy! 💜

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"I love him, Pat, I love him and I'm screwed" Virgil yelled. He was lying face down on the carpet in the moral sides room. Patton sits cross-legged next to the anxious side in question, answering most of Virgil's worries with an "It'll be alright" or humming in thought.

"I don't think your screwed V"

"You're just a positive person Pat, he doesn't... no, he wouldn't EVER like me like that."

"I beg to differ," Patton mumbles.

He thinks back to the almost exact situation with Roman, which took place in his room only a few days earlier.

"What," Virgil finally sits up. "He barely tolerates my existence let alone reciprocate my... ugh.. feeeliiingsss." Virgil puts his face in his hands, groaning.

Patton thinks for a moment, taking off his glasses and wiping the lenses.

If Roman's never going to confess to Virgil, and Virgil's never going to confess to Roman, he thinks, maybe...

He puts his glasses back on, (though the lenses weren't any less smudged than before.)

"I'm going, to be honest here Virge. You can't always come to me every time Roman does something, in your words, 'so adorably idiotic and cute it makes you want to explode'." He sighs, giving Virgil a knowing look.

"I know, and..." the anxious side begins, "damn I don't have an argument" he mumbles after.

"Language"

"yeah, yeah" the purple-clad side replies, waving his hand in dismissal.

"I was thinking-" Patton starts.

"Yeah!" Virgil looks at him hopefully, his blushing red face showing through his makeup.

"-that you could start writing some of your feelings down."

"What? How would that help?... No offense..."

"None taken, but think about it, you can get your feeling down on paper, right in front of you!" He claps his hands, imagining the possibilities.

"Uh...I mean maybe...but what if someone finds it!... And then tells other people!... Or worse what if Roman finds it?!-" Virgil begins, curling his legs in, panicking already.

"You haven't written it yet Virgil" Patton looks at him, "You can always hide it here or in a compartment in your room, almost no one goes in there but you anyway."

"Your...your right...I guess" Virgil calms some, looking back at Patton.  "You really think it'll help"

Patton beams, patting Virgil on the back. "Almost definitely"

"I uh...guess I'll try it" Virgil stares off into space, slowly uncurling his legs.

"I have a notebook or two meant for this kinda stuff if you want It!" Patton stands, skipping to one of his baby blue drawers and rummaging through.

He has the perfect journal for Virgil to have.

"No...you don't have to...I've already bothered you enough with this..."

"I insist Kiddo!" Patton chirps, pulling a leather notebook out of his seemingly endless drawer. "Heads up," he tosses it to Virgil, who's quick to catch it. Patton sits back down next to him, gauging his reaction.

They both gaze at the notebook, it's dark brown leather with a dark purple lining, and a large decorative black stone in the middle.

"It's beautiful Pat..."

"And it's yours, it's like it was made for you V!"

"Thank you..." Virgil hugs the notebook close. Patton beams at the sight.

The fatherly side stands, and checks his watch, "It's about time to start making dinner, wanna help Virge?"

"Sure! Let me put the journal in my room first.” Virgil hops up and goes to leave.

"Meet me downstairs!" Patton calls after him.

"Will do," Virgil replies with a smile and a finger solute before he rushes to his room. Patton smiles after him.

He has a plan. He would only have to convince Roman to make a journal too, which wouldn't be very hard. The princely side does love poetry and romance after all. This is going to be perfect!

He bounces on his heels, before skipping downstairs to start preparing dinner for the rest of the sides.

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Thanks so much for reading!!!