Prinxiety Oneshots

*me not being able to name things...again...*

Roman and Virgil were relaxing in Roman's room. Virgil was sitting on a beanbag chair on his phone. Roman was laying on his bed, his head hanging off the side, facing toward Virgil.

"You ever wonder if you're the bad guy in somebody else's story?" He asked.

"Princey, I'm the bad guy in my OWN story," Virgil said, turning off his phone, setting it down next to himself.

Roman frowned, "I know I used to always call you the 'bad guy', but I didn't really mean it. Well, when I first met you I thought you were, but that was before I got to know you. Now I can't even think of why I thought that. You are so precious, and adorable, and cute, and and and I love you, and always want you in my life."

Virgil smiled lightly, blushing. "Shut up," he muttered, hiding his face in his sweater paws.

"But I looooooooooooove youuuuuuuuuu!" Roman smiled, he loved flustering Virgil. He thought Virgil looked even more adorable.

"I love you, too," Virgil muttered, peeking out from behind his hands.

Roman smiled even more at the adorable sight before him. He rolled over to lay on his stomach, so his vision wasn't upside down anymore. "Come on let's cuddle. It's getting late," he said, seeing the clock out of the side of his eye, and sitting up.

Virgil got up grabbing his phone off the ground. He put his phone on the bedside table. Roman put his arms out to him. He climbed onto the bed and fell into Roman's arms. Roman laid them back, putting the covers over them.

"I'm not even tired," Virgil muttered, as Roman ran his hand through his hair. Roman shushed him. "Whatever *yawn*."

"Not tired, huh?" Roman mocked.

"Shut up, or I'll leave."

"Nuuuu," Roman wined, tightening his grip on Virgil, not tight enough to hurt him though.

"fi-*yawn*-ne," Virgil yawned, snuggling into Roman. Roman smiled lightly as he looked down at his love. 

(331 words.)