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Drunk

Ship - Prinxiety

Anxiety drinks alcohol by mistake, causing Princey to take care of his drunken state.

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Roman woke up in a stirring state, something he never usually did. Most nights he slept like a baby, but for some reason, tonight he jolted awake.

He slipt out of bed, making sure to not wake the other's as he made his way to the common room. Maybe a disney movie would help ease him back to rest.

As he made his way there, but as he did so, his body suddenly froze to the random noise of a crashing sound from what seemed to come from the kitchen. His princely instincts immediately kicked in, assuming an un-invited guest made his way into the sides' space.

He made his way cautiously into the kitchen, looking around, making sure to be careful incase he needed to protect himself. Who would break into their mind space?

He made it into the kitchen, but only to see a broken glass cup on the floor. Why would an intruder be messing with their dishes?

Roman looked up, and shockingly before him, stood a wobbly, tired looking Anxiety. He had a knee on the counter, and leg on the ground, desperately trying to reach for a glass. Roman didn't have time to even put the scene together, as it was definitely more than uncommon to see Anxiety do something like this. He was for sure out of character.

"Virgil, what are you trying to do?! You're going to get hurt, and wake the others!" Roman exclaimed, immediately rushing to the anxious trait's side, pulling him down by his waist. 

Anxiety giggled at the prince as he took him down, something Roman was shocked to even hear from the usual gloomy side. He was usually so... distant.

Virgil soon gasped, causing Roman to jolt. "Princey! What are you doing!? I need more of my drink!" He said, in a fit of laughter once again.

Roman furrowed his eyebrows, even more shocked than before, the way he spoke was so different, was this even the anxious trait they all knew? Why was Anxiety acting so childishly?

Suddenly, something inside of the fanciful trait clicked, and it made him feel stupid for not assuming this sooner. "Anxiety, can I see this drink you're talking about?"

Anxiety smiled with excitement, a hint of hope in his eyes, which made Roman feel a fluttery sensation in his stomach.

"A-are you going to d-drink some too?!" He exclaimed in a fit of hiccups.

Roman couldn't help but laugh at how he was acting, after all, he had never seen Anxiety act so innocently. It made him sad to think about, but he couldn't think about that right now.

"Not today Virgil...although, may I see the bottle? I am curious as to what it is." Roman huffed out.

Anxiety immediately looked saddened at his remark, kind of like he was hoping he'd join him.  "Fine..."

Anxiety took Roman by the hand, almost impatiently, causing Roman to blush a bit, the touch itself made him feel so...warm... but, he quickly shook it off. It was selfish to think of that in the current moment. He lead him to Anxiety's room, where before him was a bottle of red wine. Where did this even come from? Who brought it here? Could it have been Anxiety's?

Despite the questions, Roman couldn't worry about this, Anxiety was top priority. "Anxiety...do you know what you've been drinking?"

Anxiety looked puzzled for a second, like he didn't understand what he was being asked. Then, his eyes popped, like a lightbulb had just gone off above his head. "Red...special...juice. That's what I'm drinking, sir sing a lot!"

Roman sighed and took his hand, leading him to his bed. He really was out of it. "Virgil...why don't you have some sleep?" He offered, pushing him lightly on to the mattress.

Anxiety pouted a little, and looked like he was going to cry, "You don't want to talk to me?"

Roman's heart sunk, and even though he knew it was just the alcohol talking, he didn't want to hurt him.

"Anxiety I would love to talk to you! But now is not the time, do you understand?" The prince said with kind features.

Anxiety laughed a little, it was like his teary eyes disappeared in an instant. "Princey..your eyes are so pretty. I just wanna kiss you sometimes, you know?"

Roman sat their, blankly, shocked at what the younger side said. Was this because he was...drunk? It had to be. There's no way Anxiety would actually think these things, right?

He regained his composure quickly, trying to focus on the task at hand. He ignored the blush on his cheeks, "Anxiety, you-"

Before Princey could finish, the air was knocked completely out of him, because suddenly two lips were latched desperately to his own. He kissed back for a second, feeling as if nothing in the world mattered but the other's lips, but then remembered the consent of the situation, and pushed him back.

"Anxiety...you're drunk. You dont know what you're doing..." He said to him, but it was mostly a reminder to himself to not continue, despite wanting to.

The darker side suddenly went quickly back into tears, and clutched onto his blanket. "You hate me n-now, don't you?"

Roman's head was rushing, the situation he was put in caused him to feel terrible. "Anxiety of course not! I could never hate you."

Roman wiped away Anxiety's tears, and pushed him slightly so that he was laying down.

"How about you go to sleep, and we talk about this tomorrow, okay Anxiety?"

Anxiety sniffled and nodded at the prince, tucking himself more into the covers.

Princey stood up, about to leave, before he felt a tugging on his shirt. He turned around, and below him, he witnessed a very scared looking Anxiety gripping on to the prince's shirt, as if it were his life support.

"Sleep in here...please, I don't want to be alone." Anxiety whimpered out. For some reason Anxiety felt more anxious than usual, and suddenly started shaking.

Roman didn't say a word, but smiled and of course, crawled into bed with him. "Okay." He said.

Anxiety took the fanciful trait's hands, confusing Roman, but then wrapped them around himself, desperate for warmth and comfort.

Princey laid still, but them wrapped his hands around him tighter.

'If only I could do this every night...' He thought to himself.

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Thank you for reading! What do you think of the new one shot book so far? Also, part two or no?

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