Prinxiety One-Shots (Requests CLOSED)

Lies and Truths (Fluffy Prinxiety)

Thank you to Time-_-Bunny for requesting the chapter! I hope you enjoy!

Summary: So what if both Virgil and Roman are in denial for their feelings and they still act like they are rivals or something. But like Deceit, the Dragon Witch or someone decides to play around with this (in a not so friendly way) and curses Virgil to fall asleep and curses Roman to keep on telling the truth and it is both broken by a kiss.

Just some forewarning, Remus is in this chapter, so, of course, be prepared. It's... light? For Remus behavior, so, just take caution.

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Virgil was currently in his room, staring at the ceiling, music playing through his room from his speakers. Of course, this peace that he had had to be broken by someone, who kicked open the door, Roman standing on the other side. Virgil sneered slightly, looking at Roman, and said, "What the actual fuck Princey? Heard of knocking? Not kicking in the door?" Roman scoffed, picking the door up and leaning it against the wall. "Yes, in fact, I have. You just did not reply so I decided to let myself in, but the door was locked," Roman said, crossing his arms over his chest. Although he would never admit it, he was worried when Virgil did not answer the door at least three minutes after someone has knocked. Yes, Logan counted because it happened so frequently.

Virgil scoffed, sitting up in his bed, turning off his music, glaring at Roman. "Whatever, what did you want? To taunt me?" Virgil spat, looking quite annoyed with Roman's presence in his room.  Roman glared at the anxious male, not appreciating the venom that Virgil was throwing at him. "Patton wanted me to get you for dinner. But, I suppose you do not want the pasta that he had cooked for everyone," Roman teased, turning on his heel, heading out of the broken doorway. A thump and frantic footsteps sounded from the room, a flash of purple running past Roman and down the stairs. Roman raised an eyebrow in question, simply shaking his head, a small smile coming into his features. Roman got down the stairs, noting that Virgil was now sitting on the countertop, holding a plate, while five plates were set on the table. 

Patton hummed and thanked Roman, making sure to get Logan next, leaving the two in the dining and kitchen area. Deceit and Remus were already informed about dinner, but, were currently occupied with other activities. Roman shuddered at the image that ran through his head, sitting at the head of the table. Roman heard a quiet hiss, but dismissed it, thinking it was the kettle, hoping that Virgil would get it. 

However, when Virgil shouted and pushed Roman to the ground, Roman knew the situation was quite different. Roman, in a frantic state, took out his sword, but, got hit with an orb of yellow, and passed out after seeing that Virgil was not awake either.

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Roman groaned, opening his eyes to a dim room, the only light coming from a bedside lamp. Roman sat up in a quick motion, remembering the events that happened earlier. "Where's Virgil?! I'm worried about him!" Roman slammed his hands over his mouth after he said the last sentence, realizing that both Patton and Logan heard what he said. 

What he didn't want to say, but was the truth.

Patton looked at him, opening and closing his mouth in surprise. "Not to sound mean, but, you're worried about Virgil?" "Yes." Roman furrowed his brow when he tried to lie again, speaking again, "I mean yes, something must've happened when that... yellow orb thing hit me," Roman growled at the end of his sentence, frustrated that he couldn't hide his feelings at the moment, a red blush dusting his cheeks. Patton squealed at the confession, Logan rolling his eyes, muttering under his breath about stupid feelings. "Why do you come to this hypothesis, Roman? You had said yes twice, so, why would you propose this?" Logan said, raising an eyebrow as he crossed his arms over his chest. "I am still trying to say yes because I am worried about Virgil!" Roman slammed his fists against the sheets in frustration, growling at the fierce blush that was rising in his cheeks.