Type:  Romantic/human AU/possible story?

Ship: Prinxiety

Genderbent Janus, deal with it.

It was a rehearsal night. Or afternoon, really. Late summer and the theater was doing a production of Mean Girls. (it's my favorite musical, sue me) Roman Prince was playing Damien, the friend of Cady and Janice, and male with the most stage time.

Virgil was the one doing everything behind the scenes. Costumes, sets, lighting, he did it all. He had to because almost nobody volunteered for it this year.

Currently, they were in the middle of a scene. 

"You've been in there very long you're either doing drugs or very using drugs!" Roman shouts.

Virgil snorts. He watches the scene unfold. 

"You're not supposed to be in here!" 

"Danny Devito? I love your work!" Roman says.

A few minutes pass and Virgil is expertly handling the lighting.

"Where do you belong?" Roman sings.

Virgil loves hearing Roman sing. It's like sweet, bright, honey.

While in the middle of the musical number, one of the tables rolled right over Roman's foot. He jumps back on instinct and falls over. Virgil had never seen someone redder.

The girl playing Janis helps him back up and Roman pauses for a minute before continuing.

"Back me up, show choir!" he says.

Everybody continues with the song, but Virgil can still see Roman's clear embarrassment.

After rehearsal, Roman stays back and helps clean up. Virgil decides now is a good time to approach him.

"You were pretty good out there," Virgil says.

"No need for sarcasm, I was awful!" Roman says.

"I think you're the one being sarcastic here, Princey," Virgil says, making Roman blush.

"Ha. I wish," Roman says to cover his blush.

He was rarely complimented, and when he was he didn't really believe they're genuine.

"Aw, is the star of the show unhappy? We can't have that, now can we?" Virgil says.

I turn away from him.

"I really mean it, Roman. I don't want you to be unhappy. So I just want to let you know you can talk to me whenever and I'll try to be nice," Virgil says.

"I'll..... I'll keep that in mind," Roman says.

Virgil slips him a piece of paper with his number on it and walks away before Roman can realize. 

When Virgil gets out to his car, he teeters on the edge of a mental breakdown. That was the most romantic thing he'd done ever and now he's embarrassed and wishes he could take it all back. There was no way Roman, one of the leads, one of the best actors ever, the most handsome person alive, liked him. A dark, grumpy, emo.

There is no way. Right?

Meanwhile, Roman is having a gay panic.

"Oh, hey Ro," the actress for Janis, a girl names Janus ironically, says.

Roman doesn't respond.

"Roman? Oh god, I think my nickname is true! You really are too gay to function!" she squeals.

"Yes. I think I am," Roman says.

Janus grins.

"Ok, this is adorable. Who is it?" she asks.

"The hottest person ever," Roman stutters.

"Like his name. And I seriously doubt he's the hottest person ever, you haven't seen my partner," Janus says.

"Bet. Also Virgil," Roman says.

He snaps out of his gay panic enough to comprehend what is being said to him.

"Oooh, I know him! Good luck," Janus says.

She walks away and Roman realizes he should leave too. He decides to go down to his local coffee shop, seeing as he needs advice on what to do.

"One... I dunno, whatever I usually get," Roman says.

"You look awful right now, so I'm gonna go with caramel macchiato with double espresso," Remy says.

Roman sits down.

"Sounds good," he says.

After a few minutes, Remy makes the drink. Looking around, he sees nobody else in the shop. It usually wasn't busy at 3 PM, so that was fair.

"So what's up babe?" he asks.

"I'm gay," Roman says.

"I knew three years before you did, your point?" Remy asks.

"So there's this guy at the theater," Roman starts to say.

"Oh, my gawd, yasss. What's his name and how cute is he? Do you have a picture? Or his number?" Remy asks.

"Virgil, 10/10, no, yes," Roman says, pulling the piece of paper out of his pocket.

"Ooooh, he totally likes you!" Remy squeals.

"So what should I do?" Roman asks.

"Ask him out, obviously," Remy says.

"Yeah, but how? When? Where? What should I even say?" Roman asks.

"Geez, I thought you were the romantic," Remy says.

"I am with anybody else!" Roman says.

He's halfway done with his drink and now just feeling confused, energized, and upset. Not a great combo.

"You know, I'll save myself the time and put this into terms you'll understand," Remy says, clearing his throat, "You gotta buy him a rose, compliment him on his clothes,"

"Say you appreciate that she's smart. No man you tell her that she-" Roman continues.

"Not that. Just buy him a rose, compliment him, then ask him out. Simple," Remy cuts him off.

Roman nods.

"Mk. Or maybe I could just not and live a tragic life, never revealing that I am in love, instead denying it for the sake of-"

"Or you could just not. Now my shift ends in a minute, so just pay and we can leave," Remy says.

Roman hands him some cash and Remy clocks out.

"Let's go back to your place, you have better fancy clothes than I do," Remy says.

---

"I look awful, this is way too extra," Roman says.

"Babe, you look great," Remy says.

Roman looks in the mirror. He's wearing a white polo shirt and a red sash, with his hair done.

"I'm literally just asking him out," Roman says, "What if this is too much and he feels pressured? Or-"

"Or maybe you forget about that and act like yourself," Remy says.

Roman sighs.

"You're right. I'll text him to meet me at the park tonight," he says.

"You haven't yet? Gurl, you are hopeless," Remy says.

"I am not! I'm just nervous," Roman protests.

"Yeah yeah, just tell me how it goes," Remy says.

"I will," Roman promises, "And thank you for helping,"

"Not a problem," Remy says.

---

At the park, Virgil waits on a bench. He's starting to wonder if this was a prank and Roman isn't showing up.

"Virgil?" Roman asks.

Virgil looks up from his phone.

"Oh, hey Roman," Virgil says.

"I LOVE YOU," Roman blurts out.

"Guess this wasn't a fake- I- I mean, me too. I- I love you too," Virgil says, standing up.

"Oh thank goodness," Roman says.

Virgil grabs Roman's sash and kisses him, surprising them both.

"So it's a date?" Virgil asks.

"Yeah, sure. I don't have anything planned but still-" Roman says.

"Eh, you do improv. Let's go," Virgil says with a smile.

Hi, this is a thing. I made. No, my brain is not functioning today. Yes, it will at midnight. Requests are still open, peace out!