Thomas Sanders One Shots

A Series of Fairytale Events

(This was written at very late at night/ early in the morning because I couldn't sleep so it may not be as good. Just a warning for you)

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Logan walked down the corridor towards the hallway which connected the four rooms together. However, as he turned the corner, he stopped. His surprised expression turned to that of unamusement. "What are you doing, Roman?" The royal opened one eye from his spot on the floor and, once seeing that it wasn't the person that he had been waiting for, sat up, lowering his hands, and the rose that he had been holding against his chest, to his sides. "Logan. Go. Away." He whispered, hearing the sound of footsteps from around the corner.

"Ohmygosh! Roman! Are you ok? Are you hurt?" Patton crouched near the royal's head, worriedly. He waved his hand in front of Princey's face, jumping slightly when both eyes opened and he replied. "Patton, I'm fine. Just go away."

"What the..? What's wrong with Prince Prissy now?" Virgil asked, a fed-up tone in his voice. "Roman seems to be illustrating the 'Sleeping Beauty' method of blocking the hallway." Logan stated, attempting to explain Roman's odd behaviour. Virgil raised an eyebrow. "Let me guess. You'll only move if someone kisses you?" Roman nodded, smirking slightly. "Yeah, well, Thomas needs us so..." Logan and Patton both made their way out of the hallway to get to Thomas's living room. Roman, however, stayed where he was.

"Come on. Thomas would be disappointed if you're late." Roman shook his head. Virgil attempted to coax the royal up by kicking his leg and side. It didn't work. A few minutes passed and Virgil's concern grew. If they were late, Thomas would be upset, maybe even mad at them. He rolled his eyes. Down to his last option.

Kneeling next to Princey's head, he leaned closer. Closer. Roman felt Anx's hand across his face as the negative side slapped him hard. "Alright, alright! No need to slap me!" Ignoring the smirk from the other, he pushed himself up.

Virgil stood up, only to immediately hit the ground as Prince's leg accidentally caught his and he fell backwards. Letting out a pained groan, he attempted to sit himself up, recieving a bolt of pain down his back as he did so. "Damn it!" Roman jumped up at the shout and tried to help Anx up from the floor. It took a couple of minutes but Virgil stood upright and stopped for a moment, letting in one deep breath. "Can you at least help me get my shoe back on?" He asked, noticing that his left shoe had fallen off during the fall. Roman retrieved it and kneeled at Virgil's feet as he lifted his leg so the shoe could be slipped on. (Very Cinderella)

They appeared in Thomas's living room a few moments later, Roman with his arm around Virgil's shoulder, holding him up. The weirdest thing was that nobody asked. Nobody asked why they were 20 minutes late or why Roman was holding Virgil up. It was just natural to them by now. The two shared a confused look. "They don't seem to care." Roman whispered, watching the others continue in their conversations.

"I know."

"It's weird."

"Wait. I know what would probably make them notice."

"What?"

Virgil grabbed the sides of Roman's head and planted his lips against the Prince's. All the other heads in the room turned to face them. Logan and Thomas were surprised and a bit worried whilst Patton was smiling and bouncing slightly.

When it was over, Virgil looked up at Roman's surprised face. "Hmm. Not bad." The smirk on his face grew as he watched their expressions change. "What? In sleeping Beauty, they didn't need consent."