#romantic princiety

[quotes-have-got-to-slay]

Roman was born an influencer. A famous one at that. A jack of all trades, he had your stereotypical vlogger YouTube channel, basic Instagram, and a flare for the dramatics.

Virgil was, quite literally, the opposite. He had Tumblrs, TikToks, Instagrams - anything he could share memes on. And he was famous for it.

He was also famous for making fun of Roman Prince.

They would never get along.

It all started with a rainy Friday night.

Virgil had recently been in Romans part of town - Gainesville Florida. Although they had never spoken online (at least where their fans could witness), they’d been casually dating for a few months.

So it really shouldn’t have been a surprise when the darkly-dressed emo was splayed haphazardly across Romans clearly expensive couch.

Roman, the self-obsessed dork that he is, decided to post a well-angled photo of himself onto his Instagram. Well- it would have been well-angled if a figure hadn’t been in the frame.

So, of course, Princey’s oh-so-vigilant followers had quickly pointed out a blurry person on the sofa.

“Okay, Virge, I’ve made a mistake,” Roman had stated, swiveling around in his desk chair to stare at the man. Virgil scoffed, not looking up from his phone.

“You do that a lot,” he quipped. Roman dramatically threw a hand over his chest, leaning back in his chair.

“I am wounded!”

“What’d you do this time,” Virgil deadpanned, brushing off Roman.

“You might want to check my Instagram.”

Virgil heaved a sigh, sitting up and tapping away on his phone. If you could see his face, you’d be able to tell the exact moment he saw the post.

“Jesus Christ, Roman, you’re a dunce.”

“Excuse you!”

“How do you- how did you manage to do that? It really shouldn’t be that har-”

“That's what he-”

“No!” Virgil choked back a laugh. “That's not what he said! Roman!”

The princely-dressed boy looked down.

“We’re screwed!”

“How are they even gonna know it’s you- you’re so blurry on the couch I could probably just say it’s my dad and move on with it.”

“They’ve seen your dad.”

“Alright then you give me an idea!”

“Okay,” Virgil leaned on the arm of the couch. “As long as no one not-” 

A moment passed.

“Cat got your tongue?”

“Roman, do you mind.. reading... the comments?” he drew out each word, gaze now directed pointedly at Roman.

“Oh God.”

Romans eyes barely flicked across the screen, which horrifically read:

OceanThrush: Alright Princey, whos on the couch??

AustinHart09: I didn’t know he had a boyfriend!!

Which, granted, Roman had expected. But then they started speculating, throwing random influencer's names around. Nothing really backed their claims up, thank God.

Then one user had typed a terribly accurate idea, evidence and all.

“oh boy roman, look at this! virgil black has that exact hoodie! and.. you’re not gonna believe this (actually you will <3) virgey, as you have so fondly dubbed him, was just in gainesville!”

What a smartellic.

“You really screwed up, dude,” Virgils laugh rumbled in his chest. “Now what?”

Roman shrugged helplessly, head dropping into his hands. 

“My reputation is ruined,” he wailed, muffled between his shirt sleeves.”

“Mine too!”

“You have no reputation!”

Virgil made a noise mixed betweent a grunt and a gasp.

“I do too!”

“Oh my God-“ Roman sharply inhaled. “okay- we have to fix this.”

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uhhh yeah

i got the prompt from a tumblr thingy and i hope i did it justiceeee

i’ll continue it if anyone wants me to?? idk at this point i’m real tired lol

feel free to ask to be added to the taglist since i’ll be updating it now uwu

i’ll tag the people that have already asked about the next chapter^^

[agoddamnednerd]

Virgil: I'm so fucking touch staved. Roman gave me a back massage and my knees almost buckled

Deceit: ??? I give you massages??

Virgil: yeah but I'm not attracted to you

Remus: *slips arm around dee's waist* because your mine. Wait what the fuck did you say about roman?? Do you wanna fuck my brother???

Virgil: fuck this *leaves dark sides* *cue accepting anxiety*

[the-taglist-repository]

if we have a lot of taglists we want to be added to should we submit multiple asks or would that be too confusing/risk mixups?

I appreciate you asking!

The most convenient way on my end, I've found so far, is for you to submit one ask per category, in the order which they appear on that category's masterpost (which is alphabetically, with a few slight exceptions), with lists that will require new posts at the end. If it's less than ten lists altogether, it can easily all be in one ask, which also reduces the time spent confirming asks.

For example, suppose you want to be tagged in human aus, and stories with moxiety, dukeceit, analogince, and prinxiety. Also assume (as is currently the case, but won't be for long, because there's an ask in the inbox asking for it) that no list yet exists for analogince. A good way to order it would be:

humans, dukeceit, moxiety, princiety, analogince.

As you can see, it's separated by category (AUs, then Relationships, though the order here is not important), and then alphabetized with the new one (analogince) at the end.

Another thing to note is to be sure your modifiers are applied clearly. If I see "romantic prinxiety and roceit" I'm going to assume you want both to be romanic. If that's not the case, I'd recommend saying something like "romantic prinxiety and any rociet" or "prinxiety (romantic) and rociet." I'd also prefer "prinxiety and roceit, both romantic" over the first wording, as it's more clear. I'll also accept mathematical-style parentheses, as I am a math nerd.

I know I gave a lot more info than you were asking for, but I hope this helps!

tldr: there's a best way, but either way you said is fine.

[sanderssidesgiftxchange]

happy new year @wisdommage !

title: idk what to call this so... its princiety and logicality tho pairings: romantic roman/virgil, romantic logan/patton rating: T warnings: mentions of alcohol, swearing wordcount: 4,655

summary: i created a high school fan fiction with the ships princiety and logicality.

notes: this took way longer than expected but i really put all the time i could into this i hope you like it. i will also continue this story after but if you want i can send it to you first. i am also currently working on art that i didn't quite finish but once it is done (definitely before Christmas) ill send it your way. 

[otakufander]

Storm

Summary: Virgil is scared of thunderstorms. Roman is a good boyfriend.

Relationships: Princiety, mentioned Logicality.

Hi this happened mostly because I was bored and inspired. This was originally gonna be parental Moxiety but I like romantic Princiety better. Don't ask how those two were flipped like that. Well anyway hope this is a good read. Its really short but its sweet.

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Virgil was staying at his boyfriend Roman’s house for a few days. His apartment building was being bug bombed and he had no place to go so he asked Roman. He was in bed, with Roman sleeping beside him, at about 2 in the morning just scrolling through social media. Then the storm hit.

Normally that wouldn't be a problem for most people his age. But Virgil, as silly as it sounded to him, was still scared of thunderstorms.

As soon as he heard the first clap of thunder he jumped and hid under the blankets shaking. He considered waking Roman but didn't want to bother him, plus he hadn't told him about his fear.

A particularly loud clap of thunder woke Roman up and made Virgil whimper. Roman heard the whimper and looked over towards Virgil. Lightning lit up the dark room and Roman saw Virgil curled into a ball under the blankets, another clap of thunder made Virgil whimper again. He turned on the bedside lamp, pulled the blankets back and saw Virgil curled in the fetal position with his hands covering his ears and tears at the corners of his eyes threatening to fall.

“Virgil are you alright? What's wrong?” Roman asked. “Ro-.” another clap of thunder made him flinch and whimper as the tears started to fall. “Virgil are you scared of thunderstorms?” Roman asked gathering Virgil into his arms. “Y-yea I have been since I w-was a kid. I-I don't like loud noises. A-and i-.” Another boom of thunder made him yelp and grab Roman, burying his face in his chest. Roman held him to his chest whispering sweet nothings to him trying to get his mind off the storm. Roman was trying to think of something to help block out the noise. He then had an idea.

“Hey Virgil where are your headphones? Maybe those would help block out the storm.” Roman suggested. “Y-yea that sounds good. They're probably in the living room.” Virgil said. “Ok I'll be right back.” Roman said getting up and walking out of the room.

He found the headphones on the couch arm. Before he got back there was another clap of thunder. When he got back in the room Virgil was sitting up with his legs pulled in and hands covering his ears again. Roman hurried over and put the headphones on him. He grabbed Virgil's phone and put on his calm down playlist. He gathered Virgin in his arms again and placed a kiss on his forehead.

“Virge why didn't you tell me your scared of thunderstorms?” Roman asked. “I thou-thought you'd think it's silly. That I'm too old to still be sca-sacred of thunder.” Virgil said shyly. “No my Dark Stormy Night, it's perfectly normal. Patton is still scared of thunderstorms too. I bet Logan is holding him right now too.” Roman reassured him. “Yea probably.” Virgil said with a slight giggle.

Roman put on some Disney movies and held Virgil until the storm subsided a few hours later. Luckily neither of them had to work the next day. They decided to try and fall asleep.

There was still an occasional clap of thunder, far off enough for them to try to sleep, but not far enough for him to not be afraid. Roman held Virgil to his chest as they tried to fall asleep.

“Hey Ro.” Virgil said quietly looking up. “Yes my Chemically Imbalanced Romance?” Roman asked looking down at him. Virgil kissed Roman taking him by surprise but he eventually kissed back. It was soft, short and sweet. “Thank you.” Virgil said snuggling back into his chest. Roman kissed the top of his head. “Your welcome my dear.” They fell asleep to the soft pitter patter of rain on the window, safely wrapped in each others arms.

[that-guy1512]

Is That My Shirt?

I don’t really know, I found a prompt that seamed fun, so here you go.

Romantic Princiety, I don’t think that there are any warnings other then Virgil has a nightmare, but it’s more mentioned more then going into depth with it.

text prompt 'Is that my shirt?' fallowing Roman Roman had been looking everywhere for his favourit shirt. It was a casual day in the mind palace, so he didn't need to wear his regal outfit. However, he couldn't seam to find his favourit red shirt. He had searched everywhere with no trace of the articular. Finally, Roman decided to ask his boyfriend, Virgil, who was suspiciously good at finding things. Know that Virgil like to sleep in when they didn't have to record videos, Roman was as quiet as he could be approaching his door. First wanting to check if he had left the shirt in Virgil's room, Roman opened the door without knocking, not wanting to risk waking his boyfriend.

------------ earlier, at night------------ Fallowing Virgil It was ungodly late. Early. No, late. It was 4 am and Virgil still couldn't fall back asleep. He had awoken from a nightmare at around midnight and was unable to resume his slumber. He wanted comfort, but really didn't want to wake anyone. Maybe I could go to Roman... Virgil thought, He's always said to go to him if  I needed anything... No. I can't it's far to late to be waking anyone else. none the less, Virgil still could not sleep. giving up, he started to walk to the royal's room. However, when he reached it, Virgil could not bring himself to knock on the door. I can't wake him. It wouldn't be fair. Virgil decided, Maybe I could just grab a sweatshirt or something. Content that an articular of clothing would suffice, Virgil opened the door, looking in to ensure Roman's slumber before entering. Virgil grabbed the first thing he could find, a red t-shirt wouldn't be missed much right? He then fled the room, silently closing the door behind himself. Once safely back in his room, Virgil took his shirt off, replacing it with Roman's, which was about a size and a half to big, and crawling back into bed. --------present------- Fallowing Roman "Oh. My. GOSH!!!" Roman exclaimed upon seeing Virgil in his shirt. And although Roman thought it was an adorable sight, he did regret yelling for it had awoken Virgil, who now looked shocked, alert and tired. "WHAT!? Wh-what's goin' on?" Virgil yelped in his panicked awaking. "Sorry! I'm sorry! It's just, you look so cute in my shirt!!" Roman squealed, smiling and bouncing from foot to foot. "O-o-o-oh yeah! Sorry about that." Virgil replied sheepishly. "Don't apologize my darling, you look adorable!" Roman said reassuringly as he sat down beside Virgil, wrapping an arm around his waist loosely, "Now, would you like to tell me HOW you got the shirt I set out for myself last night?" the princely persona asked jokingly. "I, uh, I h-had a nightmare and didn't wanna wake you, so I took your shirt instead." Virgil mumbled. "Would you like to tell me about it? And why didn't you wake me?" Roman questioned genitally. "I don't remember much of the dream. And I didn't want to wake you up." Virgil responded, looking at his hands that were resting in his lap. He was calm, just tired, that much Roman could tell, which calmed him down a little. "You know you can come to me at any time, right love? Morning, day or night, I'll be there for you." Roman said, squeezing Virgil's waist. "yes-" Virgil laughed, "- I know Roman." Virgil laid his head on Roman's shoulder, yawning. "how's about we go back to sleep? We could cuddle if you like?" Roman whispered. "sounds great Prince Charming." Virgil said laying back with Roman, nuzzling his head into his boyfriend's chest. I could stay he all day... Roman thought, smiling. All I need is him in my arms.

[parkersanders]

Not Just You (Submission)

This story sways more platonic princiety due to my wanting to write based off of a text post I saw a while back. With Roman. And Virgil. I really hope you don’t mind me submitting this!! But edit/tag it as you will, andimsorry. I just. Don’t??? know where else to post this. Or the tags to use.

I would put a read more in this. It’s a little over 2k words.

Despite the common belief, Roman Sanders, the Prince and Hero to Thomas, did indeed have doubts. Doubts and anxieties which crept up in little ways through his actions and his words. Not that many of the sides seemed to notice –the Prince wasn’t called upon very often, after all—often leaving Roman seeming out of place in their colourful group.

 Or, so Roman noticed. The opening of his mouth to be met with a side-glance, from the others, a glare, lips pulling downward in a frown getting Roman’s teeth to click shut and lips to press firm together. The scattered looks left and right, waiting to say just the right thing until he couldn’t hold it in and blustered through anyway.

This often led to discrepancies, Patton’s tense smiles or awkward shifting, Logan’s narrowed eyes or bewildered stares, even Thomas’ lifting of hands, attempting to mediate between all of their extremes to ease up into his one personality.

However, this was leaving out one crucial part of Thomas’ personality.

One the befuddled Prince had only recently realized how similar the two of them were in reality.

Anxiety.

Anxiety, otherwise now known as Virgil, (a name he had never anticipated. It was such a cultured sounding name, a tad dorkier than he had anticipated for Hot TopicTM) who discredited Roman so often, who pointed out the flaws in every little thing he did. Anxiety, the nagging voice who would hang by his shoulder and sneer at Roman’s attempted contributions to Thomas’ day …

Anxiety, the one who could push Thomas to work a great deal faster than he could.

Anxiety, the one who got Thomas to go into the shower and wash himself as a form of procrastination, ending up helping Thomas take care of himself.

Anxiety, the one who encouraged sleeping, helped with the emotional stress through the day, understood when enough was enough and kicked in to get Thomas out of a conversation quicker, who –

Anxiety … the one who was more accepted as an asset to Thomas’ creativity, morality, and … self-care than Roman himself was.

Could one blame him for being excited once Virgil had seemed to disappear? One of the first instances Thomas had even spoken to Roman in the longest times had been trying to help him get rid of his anxiety. It was a foe to face, a fear to quell, a person to save! And, while unbeknownst to Thomas at the time, an adversary (one threatening his place) to overcome.

Roman would never call it jealousy! No, jealousy was too foul a word for such vicious feelings, too abhorrent. No, it was a mild dislike, distrust, and unsettling irritation that rested in the pit of his stomach whenever he was around Anxiety.

That was all. Nothing else. Nada. Zilch. Zip. Nothing.

His own looks to the other halves of Thomas’ personalities, silently begging for their encouragement. Their agreement with him … and yet, when it came to Anxiety, Roman was slowly torn further and further down.

Not until their escapades into Anxiety’s mind space did Roman realize his importance. The frustrating helplessness. A knot twisting in his chest, the quickening breath, flem in his throat he simply could not swallow past. Roman tried, as hard as he could to ignore it. Using colorful words, quick dismissing what he obviously felt. A feeling he did not wish to admit, but one he knew a bit more well than the others.

Once Anxiety helped Thomas, again, Prince felt proud.

But, with pride came the fall. The silent wondering. The shut downs that not only Logic, but Patton and Thomas had also gone through with. Silencing Roman and getting him to back off.

So, with shuffling feet, and in a time Roman was certain there would be no spotlight on them, did he go back into the dank cave.

“I’m not giving you my dank posters.”

Virgil’s voice rang clear as he was sitting on the elongated leather couch, headphones resting around his neck, My Chemical Romance blaring just loud enough to hear through the poor, abused speaker system. An iPad rested in his lap, a book, the dark, night-font used for the environment around him (as well as aesthetic purposes) pulled up that he was reading.

Prince took a moment’s pause. He needed … to not be antagonistic here. “That is not why I’m here.” A glance upwards, dark eyeliner framing a deathly pale skin complexion seemed disbelieving, “Really! Though I do find it lovely decorum and would be more than charmed to take it from you at some point, I am currently on a more … amiable mission.”

Looking back down to his iPad, Virgil flicked a finger across the screen. Dark brown eyes scanning text haphazardly. “Oh really? Well I wouldn’t stay in here then if you want to stay amiable.”

“Then perhaps you would like to accompany me to my lodgings instead!”

“…what?”

Prince took a deep breath.

“My mind space. Since coming here heightens my … er … feelings, then I figure coming to my mind space might make you more wanting to hear out my ideas!” Roman’s voice was chipper. He could feel the anxiety seeping in his skin already, however. A tight knot building in his chest and in his throat.

Why did he have phrase it like that?

It was all wrong, wasn’t it?

Virgil was staring at Roman with a puzzled, quizzical look. Uncertain if he really ought to believe what he heard. Flicking up on the iPad, turning the volume down as his headphones quieted. “You,” Anxiety spoke slowly, enunciating clearly so the Prince could hear this absurd idea, “Want me to go into your mind space. As-in, the most private place you have that you have only let logic into to help collaborate on videos.”

Saying it like that made Roman’s heart stop. Stupid, it was stupid, so stupid. He should have known better than to assume, of course he should have just ignored this. Not tried to sympathize or pushed past these thoughts of –

“Yes.”

Pulling his headphones out of the iPad, Anxiety gave a small groan, but stood anyway. “Fine, okay, whatever. I don’t have anything better to do today.”

It took almost everything Roman had to not let out a sigh of blissful relief. Acceptance …

Funny … It felt like forever since he had full heartedly earned it

No. No. Do not go down that rabbit hole. He knew where it was going, and they were still in Anxieties room. If he kept thinking this way, he might end up sinking Thomas into a pit of self-loathing depression by accident himself. “Ah! Yes … er-hm.” He didn’t need to be more ‘helpful’, did he?

Holding out a hand to Virgil, the goth took it. Cold and clammy –like that of a dead hag—Prince’s mind wandered a tad aimlessly, before they reached it.

The place looked like Thomas’ bedroom, but there were several pieces of Disney memorabilia and a much warmer décor. Rich reds, warm golds, and soft browns lit the room. Anxiety didn’t seem much impressed. “I thought you’d make it that forest outside of the house.” Was the idle comment, dull and nearly monotone.

Roman could not help the huff that followed such a statement. “And I expected your room to the be the attic filled with cobwebs, spiders, and nothing but a cot and some water, befitting someone of your … well. You.”

“Thanks so much. Really making me not regret coming here.”

“Ugh. It’s just. Creativity requires a clean space, a warm environment, and –occasionally yes—some adventure. The bed is comfortable, relaxing, and the easiest to concentrate …”  The prince had turned to rambling at that point. Virgil deciding to crawl onto the bed and make himself comfortable.

Freeing sheets from their tucked in stature, he wrapped himself up tightly into a cocoon before going back to listening to the romantics continued speech. “… And further more you also need a clean work space to feel healthy! Combined with the fact that the outdoors are only a step away I really do not feel as if I am too far off from what my room ought to be!”

“Sure, Princey, sure. Now, why am I here again?”

Swallowing thickly, Roman swayed on his feet for a moment, before walking over. “I have been thinking on what you said about a week back.”

“Oh god no.”

“About … retiring your position.”

“Listen, I’m already back and one of you guys so you don’t have to—“

“I just wanted to say I understand.”

The silence that followed Roman’s words was deafening. Sitting down besides Virgil, Roman didn’t dare look up to meet his eyes. Hands settled uncomfortably at his arms, a finger trailing the insides of his arm uncertainly before settling more on his wrist. Rubbing at his pulse.

After a while of silence, Anxiety finally spoke up.

“You’re joking right?”

It took a lot for Roman to not snap at Virgil. Why would he joke about this? Honey eyes stare down at his hands quietly.

“You’ve got to be joking.” Virgil insisted, “Princey. The shining light of creativity and egotism that Thomas has understands me. Understands not belonging in that little three-man-show of yours that keeps away from all the other sides generally.”

Each biting statement made the creative’s shoulders want to tense, his hackles raise in defense, but he couldn’t get himself to snap. Instead he let out a breathy sigh.

It was likely the lingering effects of Anxieties room.

“No.” Prince answered, “I am not joking.”

A barked, bitter laugh fell from Virgil’s lips. A grin from ear to ear as he leaned back. “Oooh, this is rich! His ego gets bunt one degree and he’s telling me he understands.”

“Anxiety…“

“He thinks he gets it. Being demonized and told he’s wrong every chance he gets. That he’s the bad guy. Argued to the point of supposed non-existence, attempting to help and ignored,”

“… Anxiety …”

“And then, when it’s only convienent for the rest of the group, do they come crawling back, wishing for good ol’ Anxiet—“

“Virgil!” Virgil’s teeth automatically click shut in silence.

Roman’s fingers are gripping the cloth of his pants so tightly they’re turning white. He’s shaking now and it hurts. Dammit it has to be from going into Anxieties mind space. He should have known that was a stupid idea! He’s back where he belongs, but it feels alien to him now. Everything doesn’t seem right, nothing was correct, everything was feeling farther and farther away.

And he was just so … stupid.

“Since we first met. I did not like you. It is unsurprising, you are, in essence, a being made to cause fears and insecurities, you also help contribute towards his procrastination which puts a stickler to anything I want to do. No creative energies, draining emotions, negativity, snide commentary that results in hurting other people’s feelings—“

“—I feel so loved, now—“

“—but it’s not just that. You did things better than me. Thomas always had you. Always. I’m fleeting, even when I attempt to be there, he often dismisses me for Patton or Logan or … well, you. You drive him towards goals, and ideals from, well, sure fear of the unknown and failure, but it motivates him! And I …”

He had to wonder.

If Thomas’ creativity vanished … would it really make that much of a difference?

The other sides could most certainly step in, and then, of course, was Anxiety pushing Thomas to keep performing and working, and Logan and Morality along with him.

From what Roman could understand and see. His disappearance … wouldn’t make a difference.

“… I do not seem to make half the dent you all do. Thomas has spoken to me a handful of times, but the majority have been about you. Working beyond you. I could not think of a single entirely unique idea, and then, on top of that, when I speak my opinions, the others just discredit me.” As if they knew exactly what he should or should not believe. Roman didn’t even know what he should or should not believe.

“…Princey, I …”

“I still don’t like you! Because I do not get you, or Logan, or Patton, or any of the others! There is a reason we three made this little ‘circle’ in the first place, after all. Then you come in and push your way forward and it just. I am not … useful anymore.”

Another silence, more tense than the last settled around them both. Virgil staring at Roman. What could he say? Part of him feared speaking at all. Roman had just admitted a lot of things on the table right there, and Virgil wasn’t … too good with this whole, admitting thing.

He much preferred getting seen as ‘the villain’ of the story and being picked on by Roman to this.

Even while Virgil would admit the soft encouragement now and again would be nice. This was a whole new ball game with its own set of rules. One Virgil wasn’t used to playing quite yet.

So he’d default after an uncomfortably long silence.

“Guess you could say, the Prince has got Anxiety, huh?”

A bristling followed.

Roman was trying to be earnest. To be taken seriously.

“Out.”

Virgil blanks from his little pile under the blanket. “Wait, what?”

“Get out of my room.” Roman is now standing and pointing at the floor. He looks deadly serious.

“I was just trying to make a joke …”

“And I am not. Be gone from me, now.”

Virgil doesn’t take much time more to sink down, disappearing from Roman’s room and land on a soft, cloth couch and groan loudly. Back in Thomas’ world, away from his comfy staircase, Anxiety rubs a hand over his forehead and through his bangs with a grimace. Uncertain where he went wrong, and not understanding why Roman had reacted so badly.

“It was just a joke …” Virgil grumbled.

“What was a joke, kiddo?” Patton piped brightly, a surprising tray of cookies being pulled from the oven. “Oh, did I miss something big? You’ve got to tell me, there’s nothing I want to miss from this big ol’ kooky family!”

[that-guy1512]

My Disney Prince

WARNINGS!!!: blood, fighting, a little bit of gore, I tried not to swear but there may be a few here and there. If I missed any please tell me! parings: platonic or romantic princiety Fallowing Roman: Roman had always adored Disney movies and did not hide the fact that they were his favourit. Whenever movie nights came up he would insist on one of the many in the franchise. and really, he couldn't help it. He loved them all, Mulan, Aldin, Tangled. You name it, he adored it. However, whenever Roman watch one, (which was quite often), he would always like to go out into the imagination after words and reenact curtain scenes, or some of the villains or someone similar to fight. They just inspired him, and ever since Roman could remember, he had wanted to be a Disney Prince. and yes, he knew it was childish and silly, but a man can dream can't he? And that is exactly what Roman was! A dreamer! He was Thomas' creativity for crying out loud, he was his hopes, his dreams, his aspirations! So, it was normal for Roman to want to be something he wasn't. Right? ~~~~ time skip, 'cause the writer can't think of how else to progress the story~~~~ Roman had just finished watching 'Sleeping Beauty' when he decided that he wanted to fight the dragon, Maleficent. He had never fought her before, but he had fought many dragon witches and always prevailed with them so it couldn't be that different or hard. So, as Roman started his venture into his realm of creativity, he began to think about what made the great beast what she was, and how the world would change the intensity of the fight. As he thought about all these things the world around him started to shift and change into what Roman was imagining would be a mighty place to have a battle with the dragon. And somewhere, off in the distance, out of view of the princely man, a dragon was forming, built to fight. Made strong, fast and agile. And ready. Ready for an opponent to round the corner, eyes red and blood thirsty. The monstrous creature had a challenger in mind and would not rest until they were dead and gone.

Whenever Roman had done this in the past he always subconsciously created them a small ways away. He didn't want to be able to predict when the attract would be coming, or if he found his opponent first, he didn't want them to be able to tell it was coming. However, it didn't usually take this long to find them, and that worried Roman a small bit, not because he couldn't take an ambush, but because it was a dragon, and he didn't like the idea of it either hunting him or roaming wild, and considering what he had been think when making it, Roman did not think it would be friendly. "It'll be fine-" Roman reassured himself out loud, “-I can beat it. I have fought worse." But he was still nervous, the hairs on the back of his neck were on end and he had the feeling that if he didn't find her soon, his knees would start shaking. Still, he walked on, deeper and deeper into the imagination. WAM!! Roman went flying back as a massive tail came hurrying into his gut. The impact knocking him off his feet and into the air. "You! finally... I've found you," Maleficent grinned, sharp teeth in full view, "I have been looking for you, and now that i have found you, well-" she chuckled, "- you wont be leaving here alive." Before Roman could reacted, Maleficence's eyes flashed and she bolted forwards, mouth open with a brilliant blue flame building at the back of the throat. Unsure if it was training or instinct, Roman rolled to the side, his right are singed by the flames. Having no time to stop and tend to his wound, Roman leaped up, drawing his sword in the process, then ran at the beast, trying and failing to land a hit. Quietly, he cursed under his breath. "Come now Prince Roman, you didn't think it would be that easy, did you?" Maleficent teased, "Just give up, you cannot best me!" the dragon bragged. "If I cannot beat you then I will die trying!" Roman proclaimed loudly. "Then die you shall." the beast growled, rushing Roman again, her tooth, making a deep gash in Roman's left thigh. Roman hissed as the pain set in and blood gushed out, seeping into his uniform. The creature's bellowing laughter filled Roman's ears as his foe soared into the air. Smiling wickedly down at Roman, happy to have both the advantage and injured Roman. "I think... I made her... to strong..." Roman panted to himself, 'and blood thirsty' he though. There was no time left to think as fire shot down at him from the sky, burning him and his clothes more. "Give up! There is not beating me!" Maleficent yelled, rocketing down at Roman, ready to do him in. 'I'm doomed.' Roman thought, as the monster crashed down at him, 'this is how I die. How pathetic.' An earth shaking clang shock him from his thoughts as a blur of black and purple flashed in front of him. The blood of the beast dripping down as Maleficent let out a blood curling scream.

Fallowing Virgil ~~~~ a few minutes earlier~~~ Virgil had been sitting in his room with music playing well he browsed Tumblr when there was a knock at the door. Virgil chuckled to himself as he recognized Patton's knock. "What do ya need Pat?" Virgil smiled, answering the door. "I just came to tell you that dinner is ready and ask you if you could please get Roman for me please?" the happy trait responded. "Sure thing, Pop-star." Virgil respond as he walked out, closing his door behind him. "Thanks kiddo!" Patton said happily, as he skipped off back the the kitchen.

the first place Virgil had checked for Roman was his room, because it seamed to most obvious place. However, when he knocked he go no response. "Roman!" Virgil called, "I'm coming in!" As Virgil opened the door the first thing he noticed was that Roman was not in his room. The second thing was that 'sleeping Beauty' was on his TV, which meant that Roman had to have been in the imagination. Sighing, Virgil made his way down the hall to the door that would hopefully lead him to Roman. Virgil paused outside the princely man's realm. Although he knew he was allowed in there, he still didn't like it. In the place, if his thoughts got to far ahead of him they could manifest and come after him or anyone else in there with him at the time. Taking a deep breath, Virgil grabbed the knob, turning it and walking in before he could over think it more. Virgil gasped at the scene in front of him. Roman, who was bloodied and beaten, was still being attacked by an enormous dragon. "What the hell have you gotten yourself into this time Roman?" Virgil mumbled, racing forward, summoning the first weapon that came to mind. Well blocking the dragon from getting to Roman, Virgil realized that his weapon of choice seamed to be a scythe. Virgil quickly pulled down on the weapon, leaving a massive gash on the side of the creature's face. Without giving himself or the monster a chance to think, Virgil struck again, catching the wounded beast in the eye. Virgil attacked in quick secretion, before dropping his weapon, grabbing Roman and running to the exit. Once back in the hall, Virgil sat his friend down, examining his injuries. "Oh my God! Dude, are you okay? What were you think!?" Virgil rushed, summoning a first aid kit, hoping that it wasn't bad enough that he would have to get Logan. "I'm fine." Roman winced, "I was just tryin' to fight Maleficent." the slight slur of Roman's words scared Virgil more then he cared to admit. "But is okay!! 'Cause ma price in shinning armor came and saved me!" Roman continued. "I'm starting to think you've lost to much blood." Virgil said in a monotone voice, one he got when concentrating on something. Roman gasped then, "Does that make you my Disney Prince and me your Disney Princess!?" Roman yelled happily. "Sure, whatever you'd like buddy." Virgil said, not really paying attention to what Roman was saying, just that he was talking and that meant he was alive. "Now come on, let's get you to bed, yeah?" "OKAY!" Roman cheered. 'This is gonna be a looong recovery.'