#prinxiety fics

Virgil reluctantly agrees to hang out with Roman. What they discover surprises them.

Part of my Dismantle the Gender Trinary series.

It was going to be fine. Everything would be fine. Fine!

Maybe if Virgil said it enough, they would start to believe it.

Look, they told themselves for the thirty-eighth time that day. Roman has been entirely tolerable every time you've seen him. You've been dating Patton for over a year, and Logan for the last three months. You know they're both good judges of character and they think Roman all but hung the moon. Not to mention, you've hung out at their place at least a dozen times and Roman has always been perfectly polite and well-behaved. If he was some kind of psycho, you'd know about it by now.

They pulled out their phone again, compulsively checking the text message.

“Can I meet up with you sometime? There's something I want to talk about.” From Roman. Followed by the damning evidence of Virgil's reply: an invitation to meet them after their shift, i.e. in about ten minutes.

Because they were the world's biggest idiot.

No, I'm not an idiot, because it's going to be fine.

Inspired by this post

Ship: Prinxiety

Summary: Roman is having a bad day.

Warnings: light self-doubt and very light angst, but mostly fluff

A/N: Hey guys! I’ve been too shy to really interact with anyone or create anything for this fandom but here’s me taking the plunge!! I really hope you guys enjoy, and feedback is always appreciated!!

All fics for this prompt list/ Prompt Me Here!

24. Without really meaning it

Roman opened the door with a dramatic flourish, and Virgil sighed and rolled his eyes.

“You have got to be kidding me. Princey, I love you, but there’s no way I’m going out with you when you’re dressed like that.”

Roman faltered, his brain stuttering over what he’d just heard like a frozen Youtube video.

“… Roman?” Virgil gave him a worried half-smile. “I was only kidding. You can wear that if you want.”

“No, I -” Roman shook his head. “Actually, I think you’re right. I will return in a moment, with more suitable attire!”

He took the stairs two at a time, closed his bedroom door behind him, and leaned against it, breathing hard.

It was fine. It was nothing! It had only been a joke between friends. But -

Oh. Oh, how Roman had longed to hear those words spoken and now - to have them fall so casually from his friend’s mouth, as though they meant nothing to him -

Because they didn’t. Because Virgil had no idea how Roman felt. And because, even if he knew, he would never in a million years feel the same way.

Roman had wished for the day Virgil would declare his love. Be careful what you wish for indeed.

“Roman?” A quiet knock at the door. “Are you okay? I mean - I didn’t mean to upset you. It was just a joke!”

Of course it was.

Roman quickly hurried over to his wardrobe and made a few adjustments to his outfit. Slipped off the chunky bangles on his wrists, and covered the red sequinned crop top with his favourite white and gold bomber jacket. He checked his hair in the mirror quickly, and gave himself a watery smile.

“Nothing to be concerned with!” Roman threw the door open and beamed at Virgil. “How’s this?”

“Yeah, you look great,” Virgil replied. “You almost gave me a heart attack though, running off like that. Drama queen, much?”

ngl, offer me his lips is at least 30% my affectionate parody of “the biggest pairing in the fandom” fics, which is why it’s prinxiety; i don’t write them very much

Virgil is browsing a webcam site when he comes across some very familiar faces: the three boys he had a crush on in high school. Patton, Logan and Roman, ten years older and all grown up.

… What can he do but watch?

Warning: Rated E!

Over the next three weeks, Virgil has two more dates with Logan – the latter of which ends with the two of them grinding in their jeans like teenagers – and one more with Patton – which ends with Virgil very much not in his jeans. One weekend, all four of them are free, and they go on a delightful picnic in the park that leads to some making out that's only just on the right side of public indecency.

But when Roman asks to see him – which he has, a few times – Virgil just tells him to wait. He has A Plan.

When Remy finally gives him the call, Virgil is so relieved he almost falls out of his chair.

“It's about time!”

“I said I'd get you a slot for the next cancellation, hun, and that's what I did. Given how long the waiting list is, you're damn lucky I knew someone –”

“You always know someone, Rem. You know everyone.”

“Gurl, ain't that the truth!”

Virgil texts Roman immediately.

“Friday night. I'll pick you up at 7:30. Wear something fancy.”

Judging by the string of emojis he gets in return, he's pretty sure Roman is just as excited as he is.