#prinxiety fics

[i-had-a-bad-feeling]

Can anyone give me good Prinxiety fics? Or analogical hurt/comfort fics? Pleaaaase I’m so bored. Or possibly any winter-based SaSi fics? Pleaaase

[claytonical]

a little drawing i did for @pixelatedrose ‘s soulbound au fic ! it’s really good and you should check out that fic and other writings by them!

[potestessemagishomosexualitatis]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Virgil reluctantly agrees to hang out with Roman. What they discover surprises them.

Part of my Dismantle the Gender Trinary series.

It was going to be fine. Everything would be fine. Fine!

Maybe if Virgil said it enough, they would start to believe it.

Look, they told themselves for the thirty-eighth time that day. Roman has been entirely tolerable every time you've seen him. You've been dating Patton for over a year, and Logan for the last three months. You know they're both good judges of character and they think Roman all but hung the moon. Not to mention, you've hung out at their place at least a dozen times and Roman has always been perfectly polite and well-behaved. If he was some kind of psycho, you'd know about it by now.

They pulled out their phone again, compulsively checking the text message.

“Can I meet up with you sometime? There's something I want to talk about.” From Roman. Followed by the damning evidence of Virgil's reply: an invitation to meet them after their shift, i.e. in about ten minutes.

Because they were the world's biggest idiot.

No, I'm not an idiot, because it's going to be fine.

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[koalaaquabear]

anybody have any prinxiety fic recommendations?

[angsty-anxxiety]

More Real Than You Know

Inspired by this post

Ship: Prinxiety

Summary: Roman is having a bad day.

Warnings: light self-doubt and very light angst, but mostly fluff

A/N: Hey guys! I’ve been too shy to really interact with anyone or create anything for this fandom but here’s me taking the plunge!! I really hope you guys enjoy, and feedback is always appreciated!!

Something was off.

What, he couldn't exactly tell, but Virgil knew 100% without a doubt that something just...wasn't right.

He slowly walked up the stairs, trying (and failing) to push away his growing nervousness.

He approached Patton's closed door, taking a deep breath. He raised his fist to knock before pausing, cocking his head and listening closely. Was that...?

"...AM THE WALRUS, GOO GOO GOO JOOB”

Virgil couldn't help but crack a small smile. If Patton was blaring goofy music, he was definitely in a good mood.

With that box checked off, he advanced further down the hall. He approached the door to Logan's room, which was swung wide open. Logan rarely ever closed his door, claiming that he wanted the others to have easy access to him in case of emergency. For someone who claimed to not have emotions, he was such a sap.

Peering inside, Virgil saw Logan curled up in his armchair, completely immersed in whatever book he was reading. Grinning at the adorable sight, Virgil decided to let him have his quiet time and quickly walked past the door.

That just left....

"Oh no," Virgil muttered. He walked up to Roman's door and, sure enough, the negative energy he had felt earlier intensified.

Virgil sighed. Roman didn't often have bad days, but when he did, they were bad. He tended to spiral into severe self-doubt and an identity crisis that lasted entirely too long to be healthy.

And it hurt Virgil so much to see.

He didn't want to further diminish the prince's pride by barging in on his emotional breakdown, however. An idea popped into his head and, throwing one last glance at Roman's door, he headed back into his own room.

He had work to do.

________________

Roman had been glaring at the pieces of his newly-torn sash and drowning in negativity when he heard a rustle from behind him. He almost wanted to ignore it, but decided that he should welcome any distraction to come his way.

Reluctantly, he tore his gaze away from the ruined red fabric and turned to face the door. He didn't know what he had been expecting, but it certainly wasn't this.

"A letter...?" he murmured, bending down to pick it up. It was sloppily folded in half and the paper was wrinkled and when he opened it, the handwriting was messy and barely legible. But none of that mattered to Roman. Because as he read the content of the letter, he felt his eyes well up with tears.

"Dear Prince Roman

I know you’re having a rough day. I know you’re doubting yourself and spiraling into an identity crisis that rivals mine, and you're probably drowning in self-loathing. I know you need your alone time but I needed to tell you this: you aren’t fake. You’re real and bright and lively and you brighten up everything you touch. You’re much less of a fraud than you think you are. You may not be royalty, but you;ll always be a prince to me. I love you, princey Ro nerd.

-Anx

(P.s. we have a disney marathon night set up and waiting for you in the living room when you’re ready We have lots of blankets and hot chocolate)”

Roman read the letter over and over and over again. He slowly sank to his knees and allowed himself to smile for the first time in in what felt like days. He clutched the letter to his chest and squeezed his eyes shut, feeling tears of gratitude slip out.

He would eventually pick himself up and dry his eyes and grab his ridiculously fluffy comforter and go meet the others in the living room. He’d plant a firm kiss on Virgil’s lips before pulling him into a tight hug, which would result in a group hug between all the sides (even Logan). They’d all curl up on the couch together and watch Disney movies until the too-early hours of the morning. Roman would eventually drift off to sleep, happier and more content than he thought was possible.

But for now he just knelt on his bedroom floor, clutching the letter and allowing waves of positivity wash over him. He let out a deep sigh, his chest feeling suddenly less constricted.

“I love you too, Verge.”

[potestessemagishomosexualitatis]

24, Prinxiety

All fics for this prompt list/ Prompt Me Here!

24. Without really meaning it

Roman opened the door with a dramatic flourish, and Virgil sighed and rolled his eyes.

“You have got to be kidding me. Princey, I love you, but there’s no way I’m going out with you when you’re dressed like that.”

Roman faltered, his brain stuttering over what he’d just heard like a frozen Youtube video.

“… Roman?” Virgil gave him a worried half-smile. “I was only kidding. You can wear that if you want.”

“No, I -” Roman shook his head. “Actually, I think you’re right. I will return in a moment, with more suitable attire!”

He took the stairs two at a time, closed his bedroom door behind him, and leaned against it, breathing hard.

It was fine. It was nothing! It had only been a joke between friends. But -

Oh. Oh, how Roman had longed to hear those words spoken and now - to have them fall so casually from his friend’s mouth, as though they meant nothing to him -

Because they didn’t. Because Virgil had no idea how Roman felt. And because, even if he knew, he would never in a million years feel the same way.

Roman had wished for the day Virgil would declare his love. Be careful what you wish for indeed.

“Roman?” A quiet knock at the door. “Are you okay? I mean - I didn’t mean to upset you. It was just a joke!”

Of course it was.

Roman quickly hurried over to his wardrobe and made a few adjustments to his outfit. Slipped off the chunky bangles on his wrists, and covered the red sequinned crop top with his favourite white and gold bomber jacket. He checked his hair in the mirror quickly, and gave himself a watery smile.

“Nothing to be concerned with!” Roman threw the door open and beamed at Virgil. “How’s this?”

“Yeah, you look great,” Virgil replied. “You almost gave me a heart attack though, running off like that. Drama queen, much?”

“You love me!” Roman teased back, the words feeling like ash in his mouth. “Come on, we’d better get going.”

[potestessemagishomosexualitatis]

i just want you to know that “offer me your lips” has made me fall back down the rabbit hole of prinxiety and i’m sad bc there’s nothing good that i can find i cri

ngl, offer me his lips is at least 30% my affectionate parody of “the biggest pairing in the fandom” fics, which is why it’s prinxiety; i don’t write them very much

i do have one other prinxiety fic though

[potestessemagishomosexualitatis]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Virgil is browsing a webcam site when he comes across some very familiar faces: the three boys he had a crush on in high school. Patton, Logan and Roman, ten years older and all grown up.

… What can he do but watch?

Warning: Rated E!

Over the next three weeks, Virgil has two more dates with Logan – the latter of which ends with the two of them grinding in their jeans like teenagers – and one more with Patton – which ends with Virgil very much not in his jeans. One weekend, all four of them are free, and they go on a delightful picnic in the park that leads to some making out that's only just on the right side of public indecency.

But when Roman asks to see him – which he has, a few times – Virgil just tells him to wait. He has A Plan.

When Remy finally gives him the call, Virgil is so relieved he almost falls out of his chair.

“It's about time!”

“I said I'd get you a slot for the next cancellation, hun, and that's what I did. Given how long the waiting list is, you're damn lucky I knew someone –”

“You always know someone, Rem. You know everyone.”

“Gurl, ain't that the truth!”

Virgil texts Roman immediately.

“Friday night. I'll pick you up at 7:30. Wear something fancy.”

Judging by the string of emojis he gets in return, he's pretty sure Roman is just as excited as he is.

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