Roman Sanders One-shots

Fairytale! AU (Part 1)

So...yeah.

Remus and Roman are the sons of a villain (The bad fairy from the original beauty and the beast fairytale), Janus is a hero's son, but he was cursed (classic fairytale logic), Virgil is the son of the princess from the princess and the frog (because apparently she's not all too innocent), Patton is a village boy and Logan is a teacher in a village.

Roman is called Romulus, it's just he prefers his shortened nickname of Roman.

TW: bullying, assault, implied abuse

Age:7

Roman gazed out of the cottage wistfully at the other children. Maybe if he wore his new cloak and put the hood up they'd let him play. 

While Remus was gutting a poor rabbit, Roman snuck out in his scarlet red cloak, obscuring his face. He ran up to village boys and waved at them. They sneered and Roman knew instinctively that the red cloak would not trick them. 

They threw stones and sticks at him. He had hidden behind a bush with more bruises than usual.

A small boy with old clothes and round glasses sat next to him. He flinched, and his hood fell down, revealing the tell-tale fairy signs. His hair was shocking white and his eyes were unnaturally shifting between brown and green. Starry freckles splattered the bridge of his nose and cheeks. And his ears were slightly pointed at the end.

"Hey there! Sorry about my brothers! You're a fairy, right? Why do you live here? Do you live here?" The boy asked, question shooting rapidly.

Roman fiddled with the strings of his cloak, the only sign that showed how nervous he felt. "I live in a cottage down in the woods. My mum is a bad fairy so she decided she'd like to play more 'pranks' on people here."

The boy frowned slightly before returning back to his happy demeanour. "My name is Patton, what's yours?"

Roman smiled confidently, hiding how scared he was "I'm Roman! Well, that's my nickname. I'm technically called Romulus, but I don't really use that name often."

Age 14:

Roman sighed as he watched his mother lay another curse on an unsuspecting prince. He tightened his cloak, obscuring his face as he set out back to the cottage. He heard a low growl and he froze. A wolf was in his path, haunches up and eyes flashing with an unforgiving glare.

It wasn't facing him, though. He heard fast-paced breathing and his arms shot out instinctively. The wolf froze mid pounce. 

He realised he'd just used his magic in front of a witness. Animal taming magic may be benevolent magic, but it could be used for malevolent purposes, and that was reason enough to put him on trial. His wings fluttered anxiously under his cloak as the wolf slouched and whined inquisitive, sniffing Roman.

He crouched next to the terrified boy. "Are you alright? no injuries?"

"Nope." The shocked racoon-looking boy said, brushing himself off quickly.

"Thank you for saving me." He said, shifting anxiously from foot to foot to being so close to a magic-user.

"No problem, I have good reflexes. Well, I'll leave you to it." Roman mustered a smile, speedily walking away before he felt something grab his arm. He almost jumped a metre in the air. This sudden action led to his hood coming loose.

"Hey!" He shrieked in an almost angry manner.

The boy said, "At least give me your name! And y'know if you wanna meet up again in less dire situations. I'm Virgil."

Roman smiled faintly, "Roman."

He walked speedily back to the cottage but it was too late. His mother stood at the door, fuming. Her almond eyes were narrowed and her flowing brown and white hair seemed to come alive, writhing like little snakes.

"Your late!" She snapped. Roman cringed and braced himself for another few hours of pain.