Requested. I honestly loved this one haha, it's similar to a oneshot I wrote a long time ago for another fandom too. I kinda changed it a bit, instead of asking him out he just says je t'aime bc I already knew how to say that.

Virgil, for a long time, had been considering admitting his feelings for a certain obnoxious prince. Of course, he had known that he liked Roman ever since these feelings began, but at first he never ever even dreamed of telling him. At that point in time all the two ever did was argue, so obviously his feelings were not reciprocated.

Lately, though, the two seemed to get along a lot better. Ever since he had revealed his name to them when they came to his room to find him the two of them argued less and less. They actually began to talk together outside of videos, and got closer. Virgil found himself falling more and more for the royal, and he just wanted to know whether or not he had a chance at being with him.

Today, Virgil had decided to confess to him. Well, sort of, anyways. He was going to tell him, but it was going to be in French. He was just praying to whatever god might be out there that Roman didn't know any French.

Virgil made his way to Roman's room, calling out to tell him that he wanted to talk.

"Ah, hello Virgil! Is something wrong?" Roman questioned him, appearing concerned. Virgil shook his head.

"Nah, nothing's wrong, just had something to... to tell you." He shrugged, trying to act as though he wasn't a nervous wreck at that moment.

"Okay?" Roman sounded confused, and Virgil couldn't help but grin at him. He looked so cute. "Well, what is it?"

"Right, well..." Virgil took a breath, calming himself. His hands were shaking, so he hid them behind his back. "Je t'aime, Roman."

Roman just looked more confused now, and Virgil silently cursed him. That was doing nothing to help his nerves. "Je... what? What does that mean?"

"Je t'aime. It's French-but don't look it up. It's not really important, anyways, that's all I had to say." He shrugged, and started to turn and leave.

"Anyways, that's all I needed. See ya," he saluted, and was just about to leave when he paused and glanced back. "Seriously though, don't look that up."

Then, he was gone, leaving an even more confused Roman behind.

****

Roman had listened to Virgil, and hadn't looked up the phrase, but he was only getting more and more curious. What could he have said? Why wasn't Roman allowed to look it up? Was it some kind of insult or something?

He was just dying to know. So, since Virgil had told him not to look it up, Roman decided to do something else. He never said he couldn't ask someone else.

Roman found the logical trait in his room, reading a book. He approached him, Logan looking up from his book startled as Roman cleared his throat.

"You scared me. What is it that you need, Roman?" Logan questioned, marking his place in his book and setting it to the side. Roman fiddled nervously with his sleeve, trying to remember exactly what Virgil had said to him.

"I have a question," he started, slowly. "A little while ago, Virgil approached me to tell me something. Except, whatever he said was in French, and I don't exactly know what it is. I was hoping you might be able to help me?"

"Well, could you repeat what it was he said?"

"I think it was... je t'aime? Or something..." Roman shrugged. "I don't really know how to say it."

"Je t'aime? You're... positive that this is what he said?" Logan asked, seeming surprised.

"Yeah, pretty sure. Why? Is it something bad?" Roman frowned. He knew they insulted each other a lot, but he had hoped that hadn't been what it was. Though, he wasn't really sure what he was expecting.

"No, no, nothing bad. Just... really? You?" Logan stared at Roman, even more confused.

"What about me?" Roman asked, becoming exasperated.

"Right, well, in French je t'aime means I love you. Virgil was confessing feelings for you." Logan explained, and Roman's eyes widened in surprise.

"He.. loves me?" He couldn't believe it. Virgil, loved him? How?

"I believe that is what I just said, yes. Do you not feel the same? If not, I would suggest acting as if you never found out what it meant. I am not the best with emotions, although I do believe that it will hurt him if you say something while you don't feel the same." Logan advised, and Roman quickly shook his head.

"No, no, that's definitely not the problem," his cheeks burned as he revealed something he had only just admitted to himself recently. "I just... well, what do I do now?"

"Je t'aime aussi." Roman looked at Logan in confusion. "Say that. It means I love you too. You do love him, yes?"

"Yeah, I do." Roman smiled. "Thank you, Logan. I am going to pay the EMO nightmare a visit, now."

"Not a problem," Logan nodded, and picked up his book once again. "Bonne chance."

Roman looked at him in confusion.

"Good luck," He smiled. Roman smiled back, and then left to Virgil's room, preparing himself to tell him he felt the same.

****

"Roman? What are you doing here?" Virgil questioned, looking up at Roman in confusion. The Royal simply smiled, walking up to Virgil and taking a hold of his hands.

"Je t'aime aussi, Verge." He kissed the back of Virgil's hands as the other went red in embarrassment, looking surprised.

"I-you-what?" Virgil stumbled for the right words, and Roman laughed.

"I love you too. That is what you said to me before, correct?" He questioned, and Virgil slowly nodded.

"But I told you not to look it up!" He protested, and Roman shrugged.

"Well you never said I couldn't ask anyone. So I went to Logan, and... why are you so focused on that part, I love you, you love me, can't we pay attention to that?" Roman pouted, and Virgil laughed.

"Well yeah, but first, why does Logan even know French anyways?"

"Why do you?" Roman countered.

"You're right, let's focus more on the loving each other part." Virgil laughed, changing the subject. "You... really mean it?"

"Well, of course I do!" Roman smiled, and pulled Virgil into a hug. "Why else would I say so?"

"Well... I don't know. This could be some twisted joke, for all I know." Virgil shrugged, unsure whether or not to return the hug.

"I would never do that to you!" Roman protested, pulling back from the hug to look Virgil in the eyes. Virgil frowned.

"Well, then prove it." He mumbled. "That you really love me."

Roman leaned in closer to him, and Virgil felt his heard pounding against his chest. He was sure Roman would be able to hear it.

"And how exactly should I do that?" He whispered, faces very close. Virgil found himself moving closer too.

"I think you know how." He muttered, and then Roman's lips were on his, and Virgil's arms had wrapped tightly around him to pull him even closer. They both clung to each other, their kiss long and sweet and long-awaited by them both. Neither of them wanted to break apart, even as they had to, and when they finally pulled away Roman rested his forehead against Virgil's, not wanting to move any further than that.

"I really do love you, Virgil." He spoke breathlessly, smiling widely at him. Virgil gave a small smile back.

"I love you too, Roman."

Don't question why they knew French okay also sorry if this wasn't exactly what you wanted?? I tried to make it cute but idk, it's not my best.

Alsoijustwantedtoshowthatiknowsomefrenchso

Anyways. I don't have much to say here, as y'know. I still don't feel that great and don't wanna bother anyone with it lmao.

Today hasn't been all bad tho, I found out that I get to go camping again which I look forward to, I got to hang out with freddie and had some time to talk to another friend which was nice. I did hurt my ankle while playing outside tho, man that hurt.

I also finally screamed at my cousin for joking about depression. Oh man I wanted to punch them. I said it in front of their mom tho, and she-for once-actually told them off for it. Tho I'm sure they'll be back at it again tomorrow, and their mom will once again just ignore it. God I wanna hit one of them so bad, that makes me so mad. If you fuckin know what that was like, (not that I would ever ever ever wish that upon anybody, no one deserves that) wanting to actually kill yourself, then maybe you wouldn't make such horrible jokes. I wish they'd both fuck off.

I'm gonna like, not talk about that rn, as you can see I'm pissed and sad and I've already cried today I'd rather not again.

But hey!!!! This book has over 100k on it!!!!!!!! That's fuckin awesome guys, I'm so happy!

And this is the 100th part on it so! That's freakin cool. I write a lot, wow.

Anyway. I'm super tired now, let's just hope I'm able to turn my brain off and sleep instead of just being sad y'know. Cause being sad is no fun.

Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed this maybe. Please remember if you request anything that 1. I may not be able to get around to all of them, and 2. I do not write anything including depression, suicide, self harm, and when it comes to smut I will not actually go into it, only write some of it and then basically imply that it happened at the end. I'm sorry, but writing about sex honestly makes me uncomfortable idk why?? Talking about it as well. Just, please be respectful of that.

*parachute falls from the sky with a ring pop attached* (I'm running out of ideas again, can't remember if I've already done that or not) take care of yourselves. I love you! Bye!-Bob