Prinxiety One Shots

Only Us

"I don't need you to sell me on reasons to want you." I slowly picked up my head, surprised. "I don't need you to search for the proof that I should." I shook my head. This couldn't mean what I thought it meant.

"You don't have to convince me, you don't have to be scared you're not enough. 'Cause what we've got going is good." He sang slowly, like a lullaby. His voice was sweet and melodic and I just wanted to listen to it forever.

"I don't need more reminders of all that's been... broken." I felt a wave of guilt. In just that one line, every guilty thought I had had in the past few weeks rushed through my head.

"I don't need you to fix what I'd rather forget." Roman never particularly liked his brother, but I guess it must have been painful for me to keep talking about him. Yet another thing I've done wrong.

"Clear the slate and start over, try to quiet the noises in your head. We can't compete with all that." He gave a small, sad chuckle that I couldn't help but return. I looked down again. He was like the sun. Beautiful, but if I looked at him for too long it would hurt and maybe my eyes would even start to water. I stared down at my hand on my lap instead.

"Hey," he said softly, and I looked up at towards him again, but still unable to make eye contact. He gently clasped my hand.

"So what if it's us? What if it's us, and only us." I summoned the courage to slowly look him in the eye. He looked so sincere.

"And what came before won't count anymore, or matter. Can we try that? What if it's you, and what if it's me, and what if that's all that we need it to be. And the rest of the world falls away." I couldn't help but smile. I expected to think he was lying, but the shine in his eyes convinced me this had to be genuine.

"What do you say?"

"I never thought there'd be someone like you who would.. want me." He rubbed the back of his neck, looking nervous.

"Well..."

"So I gave you ten thousand reasons to not let me go." He looked at me like I was everything to him. "But if you really see me. If you like me for me and nothing else." I finally really let myself smile.

"Well that's all that I've wanted for longer than you could possibly know." The gold light mixed with his soft brown eyes, making new colors I couldn't even have imagined.

"So it can be us, it can be us, and only us." I slowly nodded as I sang. "And what came before won't count anymore or matter. We can try that." I offered my other hand and he took it.

"It's not so impossible." We sang together, and my dull, unappealing voice mixed with his beautiful one.

"There's nobody else but the two of us here," I sang.

"Cause you're saying it's possible." Our harmony was imperfect and that's what made it so great.

"And we can just watch the whole world disappear." He understands.

"Till you're the only one I still know how to see." It's so cliche but I was completely lost in his eyes and his voice that I wasn't sure if I would be able to look away.

"It's just you and me," I sang, almost like a question.

"It'll be us, it'll be us, and only us, and what came before won't count anymore." We slowly stood up together, hands still clasped.

"We can try that." I decided I only liked hearing myself singing when I was singing with him. "You and me. That's all that we need it to be, and the rest of the world falls away." He started to lean in closer, and I did too.

"And the rest of world falls away." We swayed a little bit, noses nearly touching. "The world falls away. The world falls away."

And it's only us.

And he kissed me. It was slow, and gentle, and I had never felt something so sweet. When I had kissed him before, I was panicked and rushed. This was so much better.

I couldn't feel the time pass while we were together, but I was breathless when we pulled apart.

"It's only us," Roman said quietly. Compile every moment of safety and comfort and warmth I had had in my life and it would nowhere near compare to the contentment I felt in that moment.

"Only us," I whispered slowly. We kissed again and everything vanished. It was only us.

What's an ending? Also what's not taking like two weeks to write a oneshot?

My gym class makes us write down hours of sleep we get now and it's past 3 AM should I lie and say like seven or should I just say like 2 bc tbh I'm not tired yet

My life is a constant dilemma. Cheers, queers 💖💜💙