Angsty Prinxiety One-Shot's

My most unoriginal idea yet

A/N:: Wow! An extremely short fic to prove I'm alive~ this is semi-based on a book. Not like a fanfic like a paper book. Y e a h . I still read those. also slight logicality??

Anxiety's POV 

My job was almost completed, 100 thousand dollars in cash will do me some good. My mission. Kill Prince Roman, it's been 3 years working my way up through the ranks as a servant. I hated my job as an assassin but someone has to get rid of all the arrogant assholes of this world.

Tonight the deed will be done. The next day, I leave with money and no trace of me.

"Virgil, What do I have planned for dinner time tonight?" The crown prince questioned me.

"Dinner with your parents, Sir" gives me a good chance to sneak in some drugs. 

"I told you not to call me that" he mumbled.

"Okay, sir-sings-a-lot." Our day continued as it should, nothing can seem out of place. I'll finally be done with these stupid orders. I hated being an assassin but this jerk, I think I hate him more. He's so egotistical, entitled, male, loud, obnoxious, handsome... NOPE! This isn't some shitty fanfiction. 

The kitchens were across from the dining room, where Roman was seated, ready for what will be his last meal. I'll place the drugs in the desert, they're quick enough to kill him before the day is done but slow enough to make him die in pain and away from people.

"King Patton and King Logan. May I, a humble servant request to dine with the crown prince and everyone else" I bowed my head, sneering, not that anyone could see. King Logan twisted his head to face Patton and Roman, they nodded. A hand flicks over towards me "As you wish." I take my ridiculously lavish chair next to Roman.

 "Are the rumours true?" A voice that was too hyper to be anyone else but Princey queried. 

"Which ones? There happen to be a lot in the castle." A few too many that could expose me.

"The ones about you being gay." God can't he just leave me alone! Why does this dinner have to drag on, poisoning is way more fun. And yes, I am a homosexual. Before I could answer Logan begun questioning his son about his day.

"Did you cut your deal with Remy?"

"Who?" I could barely understand Roman's reply as he was greedily chewing on some mashed potato.

"Remy, the Duke of nightville."

"Oh yes honey, he was going to give us some sleeping remedies," Patton added in. I stayed quiet as their question for Roman came flooding in. 

"Virgil, please fetch us dessert. I would like to retire to my quarters reasonably soon." Finally.

 I left for the kitchen, everything sat on a gold plate with rose patterned linings. The desert was crème brûlée, inside Roman's was a poison but I much rather prefer the word drug, inside wittle mummy and daddy's was just plain sugar Jeez! I'm not PAID to kill those two.

Everyone sat and ate their food, by the cook's standard this was delicious. The food might be the only thing I miss about this life. I check my pocket watch, I have 1 hour till Roman is dead. 

"Sir Roman, would you like to leave for your quarters now?" I inquired, really I just need him away from everyone. WHY CANT THIS HOUR GO FASTER. 

"Yes please." He replied not missing a beat, almost pleadingly. "I would like your assistance re-stacking the books on my shelf." What, I can't be there when he dies. That'll be incriminating besides, it'll be sad to watch the life drain from his idiotic eyes.

"Of course sir." I  begrudgingly answer. I pull out his seat and motion for others to collect the dishes. The two of us stride away towards his bedroom.

"Where would you like me to star-" 

"Cut the bullshit Virge" I could feel him staring right through me. "I know, you've poisoned me. I know that I have an hour to live. What I don't know, there are many things actually but this one is s pressing matter. Will-. Can yo-." Pathetically, he continued to stutter. "Stay. Here. With me. Take it as your last order from me." I sat down beside him. Silence covers the room for a long time.

"It's pathetic right? That's what you think." I look at him, he couldn't have known I'd think that. "I'm just some rich prince who has everything, yet I let myself be poisoned that easy."

A shit-eating grin appears on my face. "yeah kinda, it's not that I enjoy killing assholes but, it has to be done by someone." I look at him with an honest face with no one will ever see again. "So why do you want your killer to stay with you for your last living hours?"

His hand's fumble as he hangs his head, facing the ground. "Would it be stupid to say that I want to be with someone I love?" Tears threaten to leak out of him. It reminds me of a spark I had as a child, this spark is now long gone, all happiness evaporated from my life as if it was water.

"No." This is the goddamn reason I don't stay with people while they're dying. they get all sentimental.

"What are you thinking about? I know it's something, your eyes do this adorable thing where they scrunch up at the edges." He knows me almost better than I know myself. 

"I don't like to stay with dying people because they get all sad and shit." I spat out the words like poison.

"I won't do that then. Can my last sentimental act be kissing you?" 

"I don't see why not." God, this is not how I should be, calm and focused he's going to be dead soon. 

His lips are soft, interlaced with mine. I let myself smile a little. "That's the only happy smile I've seen from you and it's better than I thought it'd be." God. He makes me weak. I stuff a bottle in his hands. "After I kiss you one final time drink this, it's a cure." He looks at the label obviously believes me, good. It's the one thing I haven't lied about.

"I won't take it. You can kiss me but I won't take it. You have a job to complete."

He passionately leans into the kiss, our tounges collide and he lets out a loud moan. Do I want this? Yes. I know it won't last long. He's dying for Christ's sake. I begin to unbutton his shirt and he responds with another moan. I stop kissing him and move to the back of his neck, leaves barely noticeable marks until I find his sweet spot. "Hahh~" he lets out and wraps his arms around me. I move back to his mouth, he pulls me on top of him to the bed. This is messy and not how it should be. "I love you." he groans out almost unintelligibly. He giggles that dumb laugh and lies back down. 

. . .

From the castle walls, I watch his parents cower over his dead body, they yell and scream for what must have felt like years for them. At least they got years with him. I let myself mourn for a minute. That was all I could muster, my job and my story and finished down. I doubt I'll let myself feel close to anyone again. Goodnight Prince Roman. Sleep well, may your dreams be laced with joy. I left this life finally.