Prinxiety Oneshots

Jealousy

Virgil's POV:

I sit at the dining room table with Roman, Logan, and Deceit. Patton is making dinner. He's cooking meatballs and pasta. I don't feel like eating though. The way that Deceit is looking at Roman makes me want to throw up.

Deceit takes Roman's hand in his and anger fills me. Roman smacks his hand away and shoots him daggers. I know that Roman loves me and all since he's my boyfriend, but I don't like the way that him and Deceit interact. Especially in front of me.

Deceit then smiles at me and asks, "What's right, Virgil? Cat caught your tongue?"

I HATE HIM SO FUCKING MUCH! I flip him off and slump back into my chair, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Food is ready, kiddos!" Patton each places a plate in front of us. Then he sits down next to Logan.

"This food is horrible, Patton!" Deceit exclaims.

Patton smiles. "Thank you, Deceit!"

"I agree with Deceit," Logan says. "This food is satisfying."

"It is quite splendid!" Roman exclaims.

"Virgil," Patton says. "You're hardly touching your food."

I sway my meatball back and forth with my fork, staring down at my plate. "I'm not very hungry," I mumble.

"You should eat though, kiddo."

"I'll eat a little bit, I guess." I cut open the meatball and take a small bite.

"Roman, you look absolutely horrible today!" Deceit says.

Roman gives him his charming smile. "Thank you, Deceit."

I slam my silverware on the table and say, "I'm going back up to my room. I'm not hungry." As I walk up the stairs, I hear Deceit's laughing rang through my ears. God, I hate him so fucking much.

I sit in my room, my headphones on, "Helena" blaring through them. I hate how instead of rejecting Deceit, Roman is nice to him and sometimes even flirts back with him. It pisses me off. I'm his boyfriend, not Deceit! He shouldn't be flirting with him at all! He's supposed to only do that with me! Sometimes I wonder if Roman is cheating on me with Deceit. God, I would hate that. I've been clean of cuts for about six months- ever since me and Roman got together- and if he broke my heart, I'd probably go back to my old ways again. Not like it matters that much anyways. I'll be fine.

I hear a loud knock on my door so I rip off my headphones and say, "Come in."

Roman walks in and closes the door behind him. He sits on my bed and takes my hand in his. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. I'm alright."

"Are you sure?"

"Yup. I'm positive."

"That doesn't sound very believable."

"Why not?"

He sighs. "Because I know you, and I can tell that something's wrong. You can tell me, ya know. You can tell me anything."

"No I can't."

"Why not?"

"I just can't."

"Come on, V. Please just open up to me."

"You'll be mad."

"Did you cut yourself?"

"What? No."

"Then what's wrong?"

"Deceit. That's what's wrong." I spit out that name like it's venom.

Roman gives me a confused look. "What's wrong with him?"

"Everything! Everything is wrong with him!"

"Like what?"

"He's a no good, stupid, idiotic, asshole, cunt, bitchy, liar!"

"Hey! Don't talk about him that way!"

"Well, you're the one who told me to open up, so this is what you get!"

"Deceit is a good friend!"

"Well, he'd probably be a better boyfriend than me, huh?!"

Roman frowns. "Is that what this is all about? Are you jealous of Deceit?"

I hang my head low. I didn't mean to say anything about that. "Does it matter?"

"Yes, it does."

"Why?"

"Because you matter."

"I'll be fine."

"No, you won't. You said that to me before, and then you had that suicide attempt." Pain fills me as those memories come back. "I don't want that to happen again. Alright? I don't like Deceit. I promise you that."

"But do you love him?" I whisper, almost inaudible to myself.

Roman strokes my cheek with his thumb, wiping away the tears that I didn't know were there. "No, of course not. I love you. I have always loved you. And I will always love you. Deceit is nothing like you, Virgil, no matter what he says. He's a liar and an asshole and also very annoying. You are kind and sweet and yeah, an edgy emo nightmare who's pretty weird, but that is what I love about you. You're different from the rest. You're not like anyone else. You're different. You're special. You're unique. Deceit is just an embodiment made up of lies and fake news, obviously by his name. I know that he probably doesn't even truly like me, and even if he did, I would never leave you for him. Or do anyone, for that matter! I love you with all of my heart, Virgil, and I promise to never let you go."

Heat rises to my cheeks and I smile, my blush deepening. "Thank you, Princey," I say with a big smile on my face- a genuine smile on my face. "I really needed to hear that."

"Do you believe me? And don't lie to me, baby. I can tell when you're lying."

I shake my head. "No, I'm not lying. I promise."

"Pinkie promise?"

I chuckle. "Pinkie promise."

Our pinkies wrap around each other and we shake them, making our promise official. Deep down, I knew that Princey truly did love me and not Deceit, but of course, the anxious thoughts always take over.

"Oh Roman!" I hear Deceit shout from in the hallway. "Where aren't you?"

Roman sighs and says, "Come on. Lets go out there."

He takes my hand and leads me to outside of my room to the hallway. Deceit stands across from my door near the stairs. He looks around until finally his eyes land on us. He gives a gentle, but nasty smile.

"There you're not, Roman," he slithers out. "I haven't been looking for you."

"What do you want?" Roman growls.

"I was not just wondering if you wanted to hang out."

"Why?"

"You know..." He takes a step towards Roman. "...I hate you a lot." He runs his finger down Roman's chest until I smack it away.

"He's my boyfriend, not yours," I say, trying to have some confidence, but it comes out as a weak voice.

He smirks at me. "But I could easily win him over."

Roman then speaks up again. "You only speak in lies, so you obviously couldn't easily win me over."

"But I could win you over."

"Again, you only speak in lies, so you could never- and I mean never- win me over."

Deceit returns Roman a glare. "Fine. Don't have it your way. This is the last that you shall see of me." Then he sinks down, disappearing.

Roman turns to me smiling. "See? I love you, not Deceit."

I chuckle. "I know, I know. But you didn't have to prove it."

He rolls his eyes. "Yeah, But now you know it for a fact."

We both laugh and Roman brings my lips to his, kissing me roughly. Times can so easily be turned from Hell to Heaven by the gift of true love.