Sanders Sides One-shots

Potion (OTP - Prinxiety)

Ship: Prinxiety

Okay! I finished one! I'm gonna try to make one more before the day ends, but we'll see!

I got this idea from mind_writing. I was stuck with ideas, so I got this idea from her/him/them. Please check them out!

I have another tag I need to do, so it's down below along with my author's note.

Every month, Roman would need to drink a love potion to sustain himself as the romantic trait. Once, he had gone without the love potion and almost faded, had it not been for Logan. 

But he had never overdosed. So when he did... geez, it was messy. 

It was nearing the end of the month and Roman was concocting a love potion in his room. He had already taken it that month, but he had no memory of doing so. Mainly because he usually marks it onto a calendar, but he forgotten that month because his pen ran out of ink and by the time he got a new one, he forgot why he needed it. So here he was, mixing together a fuschia fluid. 

The moment he was satisfied with it, he drank it without hesitation. Without delay, his body began convulsing and twitching. Hands clenched and unclenched and he gritted his teeth as his body went through a transformation. He knew this wasn't normal. He'd done something wrong, hadn't he? Normally, he just felt a kick of energy after drinking the potion. It was almost an instinct for him to make the potion so he knew he hadn't messed up the potion itself. Thinking back, his memory finally caught up to him and he realised his mistake. Cursing internally, the twitching continued for several minutes. 

In that time, his usual white attire turned a pastel pink, small hearts decorated his sash and a flower crown formed onto his head. 

After the twitching came to a stop, a confident smirk became plastered onto his face. He was still the romantic, fanciful trait. He was just a little bit (...maybe a lot) more flirty. 

And the teeny tiny crush that he had on Virgil which he managed to conceal for a while had managed to dramatically increase. So off he went, confidently striding towards  Virgil's room. 

Once he arrived at the door, he didn't bother knocking and just opened it. He was met with the sight of Virgil trying to reach for a book on his shelf. He had earphones in, so he didn't notice Roman enter until a shadow loomed over him. 

He turned to face him and didn't seem to startled, just waving casually at him. He removed an earphone and that was when he took notice of the smirk and the altered clothing. 

"Wha...?!" Roman took several steps forward until Virgil was backed up against the wall.

"You know, I'm no photographer but I can picture us together." Virgil face flushed pink as he tried to avoid eye contact with the prince. 

Roman placed his hand under Virgil's chin and lifted it so that he would meet his eyes. Virgil's face began increasingly more red.

"Don't look away. It makes it hard to see the stars in your eyes." 

Virgil took in a deep breath and managed to muster up enough courage to contribute one of his own lines.

"Your lips look lonely. Would they like to meet mine?" Roman was surprised to hear the anxious trait flirt back at him, but he gladly took the invitation. He leaned forward with Virgil meeting his lips halfway. 

The dark trait wrapped his arms around his waist, pulling him closer. Roman  passionately kissed harder, running his hand through Virgil's hair. Even after they separated, they only took a short moment to catch their breaths before returning back to kissing.