79 w/ royalty!thomas!!!???!?!! obsessed with you and your writing and can’t wait to fall in love with your new muses
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Notes : honestly.. this isn't the best, it's a lil weak because i'm not in a good writing place at the moment. i just wanted to post it but i'm not happy with it.
"HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO BREATHE WHEN YOU ARE SO CLOSE?" | ROYALTY!THOMAS
You could feel your lips perk as warm breaths fanned across your cheek, a shudder sparking hidden excitement as it traced your spine and shook your shoulders with such delicacy. His words were hushed; reserved only for you, a promise of adoration, quietened emotion to resonate deep in the blossoming of your heart. You had nearly missed them, in all truth, as his lips brushed over the shell of your ear without a care for personal space, the two of you moving as one among a crowd of dancing couples. His hand was large, overshadowing your small hold with complete ease as you slowly turned, palm-to-palm. It was slow when the boy carefully tucked your digits within the overhang of his knuckles, a gentle squeeze managing to pull your eyes from his warm hues to his grasp.
He lent into you again, "Have I told you this evening just how beautiful you look? So radiant, resplendent even-"
Thomas' voice trailed when he developed a distant look, his gaze occupied by another's across the room - a predominantly placed King sat at the receiving end, his eyebrows furrowed in frustration, a form of urgency that only dissipated when the familial hand that covered the tips of your fingers suddenly straightened. You could sense the sadness that sagged his shoulders and pulled down his once happy smile. It was difficult when you give your heart to one, yet, your hand belonged to another.
"I know you, Thomas, and due so I'm not going to let your night be ruined by a foolish marriage. Just dance with me, focus on me." You held firmness as you spoke, hoping that the grin you wore so well between your cheeks would be reciprocated easily.
And it was, soon enough, as the sudden jump of melodic tunes pulled him back to reality, illustrious music pervading the grand room you danced within. Thomas managed a grin when he pulled you toward his frame, a hand placed on your hip as the other became a mess of entangled fingers, your spare hand sitting in the curve of the boy's neck as your nails scratched at his lower scalp. Patrons of exquisite and dignified dress moved in mirrored unison to yourself and Thomas; a collective pattern of dips and twirls occupying the ballroom alongside an array of joyousness.
He did focus. He kept his eyes on you. They trailed across the happiness etched over your lips, and the lines beside your eyes when you would breathlessly chuckle at the goofy grin he was sporting so well. They ran down your neck as he pictured the sounds you would surely make when he latched himself to your skin. They took in the attire you wore... captivated, completely, with how the fabric clung to your body. They sunk even deeper, admiring how you've grown into such a stunning young woman, especially when he remembered what a little rascal you were as a child. All he did was focus on you, he always had; and the thing about Thomas, is that he always will.
He sighed, absentmindedly pulling you toward him by your waist. He knew that he was too close, especially for his father's liking - and god forbid if patrons from the visiting Kingdon saw - but you kept the young Prince grounded, and you had so for fifteen years.
Thomas hummed, "It's hard not to worry about being espoused to a girl I barely know, when I love yo-"
"Thomas... don't finish that sentiment. Please." You begged with a hushed tone as you took a step back from his comfort, an immediate cool sensation overwhelming your body as if a piece of you were gone. His usual caramel hues had lost their brightness; sadness beginning to filter through as they grew wide and unsure. It was difficult to see him in such a way, but the inevitable heartbreak that was soon to follow would make this brief moment seem easy. You drew a deep breath, "Once you say those words, my heart will grow.. but for a taken man. And such exasperating pain like that, would no doubt, be my demise."
Fate had a strange way of utterly intervening. It sought out the moment that Thomas nearly broke in two, his jaw slack, dedications of love sitting idly on the tip of his tongue before he was stopped. It crawled its way between you both and took control in the form of a fair brunette Princess, her accent thickened by French ancestry and with the addition of a heavy ring gracing her finger of betrothal. She smiled like the Cheshire cat, prideful and mischievous as she placed her hand on Thomas' shoulder and pulled him in her direction.
"If you don't mind, I'd like to finally share a dance with Thomas. Seeming, as he is, of course, my future consort, and I, the future Queen." Words dripped with a slickness that would make you tumble, a tone that would kick you when you were down, and a sharpness that would stab through your heart with no remorse. The Princess spoke with absolute power and you were in no position to fight back.
With a small curtsey, you took a step back, only peering to Thomas and the sympathetic quirk of his lips, "As you please, Teresa. But be careful... he's a clumsy one. Oddly brilliant at stepping on toes."
Thomas chuckled, reminiscent of his poor skillset from when he was learning to dance at a young age. He desired to call out a cheeky remark, something to do with how you were no better, yet Teresa pulled on his arm with an audible grumble, "I'd hope not. The future King cannot show inadequacies like that."
With that, his happiness fell, and his feet were guided across the expansive space.
It wouldn't have been a few seconds before a raspy voice settled beside you, his own accent strong and rugged, a familiar and welcomed sound, "Don't let her get in your 'ead. She'll get what's comin' to her."
"It's not that simple, Newt. I don't think friendship can win this round." You were calm, the misery internalized as it had you in a chokehold, but you wouldn't dare break where she could see you.
The blonde squire shook his head, "Whatever it is between you and Thomas ain't your average friendship. I've known you both nearly your whole lives, ya connected to one another." Darkened cocoa eyes peered to you before they, themselves, saddened. Such a series of unfortunate events were taking their toll on two of his friends, and all he could do was sit back and watch. Newt pursed his lips before holding his hand out to you, his injured leg faltering slightly as he turned to stand before your frame, determination contorting his facial features, "May I have this dance, your highness?"
"Newt, don't call me that-"
He rolled his eyes, throat clearing dramatically. He didn't bother to smile until he made you grin from his typical teasing nature, and when you did, he tried again, "May I have this dance, m'lady?" Grand symphonies of music echoed throughout the room, the festivities continuing to play through despite your small moment of bleakness. You glanced up to Newt, nodding gently before taking his hand.
pinxiety (prince X anxiety) is pretty new and the fanfics can be hard to find so I made a list of all the fanfic I know of if you know anymore please add them to the list.
Learning to Cope with Your Feelings by Twenty_One_Screamers
summery: "Was that closet door open when I came in? I'm sure it was..... Right?"Anxiety is terrified and needs some comfort. •3•DISCLAIMER: All characters belong to Thomas Sanders and the story cover is not mine! Wattpad
When love collides by FANFICSYAY111
summery: Anxiety was always destined to be with Prince Thomas, but they have always avoided eachother until one fateful incident. What will happen to their relationship as they continue to collide their differences? What secrets will be revealed from their past?~Read to find out the adventure in Thomas' brain of Prinxiety~ wattpad
When The Prince Met Anxiety (Prince x Anxiety) by KawaiiKokoro
summery: Two clashing skies
A misunderstood thunder storm and a sunset that wants to be friendsCharacters belong to Thomas Sanders wattpad
Personality- Anxiety X Prince (Thomas Sanders) by jishwadunisjishwafun
summery: Thomas sanders has many personalities. Such as Dad, Anxiety, Prince, Logical, and more. But what is the saying? Opposites attract! Anxiety tends to losen up around prince and acts like he hates him but what happens when his secret is out? Thomas knows when every one of his personalities has a crush. So will he keep the secret? wattpad
Incapable of holding back // Prinxiety by TheHauntedAuthor
summery: We all think anxiety is the bad guy. He messes with Thomas and makes him think down on himself, ruining so many things that Thomas can accomplish... But do we really know the whole truth? Thomas isn't in the best current mental state. He lives in a crappy apartment, working three terrible jobs just to make sure he has food in the fridge every week. And who does every one of Thomas' emotions blame? Anxiety..(Slight Jomas, but just slight mentions of it, for those of you that don't ship Jon and Thomas)((WARNING: BOY X BOY, FLUFF, SADNESS, DEPRESSION, AND THIS IS A SHIP ON THOMAS SANDERS' EMOTIONS, DONT LIKE? DONT READ)) Wattpad
A Winter Wonderland by AussieBookworm
summery: Anxiety gets bored and decides to tease one of his favourite people. Said favourite person is feeling the Yuletide passion even when it's not winter. AO3
Storytime by thats_gay
summery: Drabbles of the slowly budding relationship of one edgy and emotionaly unstable kiddo, and the person representing all nobility and dreams. AO3
Saving Prince Charming by Relvich
Summary: Thomas' hopes and dreams, the brightest parts of him, were dying. How was a darkness like Anxiety even supposed to help?
(...By any means necessary.) AO3
Amnesia by Fanchibs
Summary: Thomas receives some Anxiety medication, and from there it's downhill. AO3
You Are My Sunshine by Fanchibs
Summary: Anxiety has a bad Anxiety attack, and gets lost without his sun. AO3
Mondays Covered in Glitter by Fanchibs
Summary: Anxiety wakes up one morning to find that this Monday isn't quite what he expected it to be. AO3
Opposites Attract by JayCKx
Summary: The one where everyone thinks Prince and Anxiety hate each other, but truthfully they really, really don't. Sure, they argue about pretty much everything, but what do people always say? Opposites Attract! AO3 and wattpad
Prinxiety: That's How We All Are by KingOfHearts709
Summary: Can't change it. AO3 and wattpad
Prinxiety: Goodnight by KingOfHearts709
Summary: Sometimes we all just need a little assurance in order to calm down. AO3 and wattpad
My Sweet Prince by bearcantwrite
summery: He can't stand that darkly-dressed boy always bothering him. But something about his dark appeal & flirtatious nature gives the Prince butterflies in his stomach. Wattpad
Dear happy (Thomas Sanders) by sierralyn13
summery: A collection of short stories based on the character created by Thomas Sanders. These will pretty much mainly be about Anxiety or Prince and Anxiety but the other characters will most likely make small appearances. Give me prompts and leave feedback please! Thank you :) ~Jet wattpad
noble angst (prince X anxiety - Thomas sanders) by faceblur
summery: Because I noticed that some people have started to ship Thomas Sanders' characters Anxiety and Prince (and so have I).
Thomas is the college drop out who works at the Starbucks across the street of his apartment. He's the guy who doesn't talk to anyone unless he has to, secretly cries when watching Bambi and lives entirely on instant noodles, pizza and regret. Prince blames Anxiety for the life of Thomas Sanders. Morality does too- everyone does, actually, even Thomas himself- and he doesn't even know that these personality traits of his have personalities of their own, and are watching from the sidelines. wattpad
how? (prince x anxiety) by rawlings1905
summery: Thomas sanders Prince and anxiety characters fic.
Warning
I always forget capitals so please forgive me, I also try to avoid spelling and grammar mistakes but autocorrect likes to ruin my life.
Anyway have fun reading :) wattpad
multiple personality disorder (princiety) by faceblur
summery: Thomas has D.I.D, Disassociative Identity Disorder, also called Multiple Personality Disorder. His personalities show up quite frequently, but of course, never at the same time. Though this one fateful day Prince found a good playlist on their Itunes account by a personality called 'Anxiety'. So he writes a note to this Anxiety, so that when Anxiety shows up, he'll know of Prince's appreciation.
It continues from there. wattapad
also @prinxietys writes a few as well so if your not following them you need to.
Every time I so much as think about picking a favourite, I realise how amazing the others also are.
I don’t think indecisiveness is the reason I don’t have a favourite Sanders Side (aspects of his personality). I just think it’s my Hufflepuff coming through.
Like, Anxiety is so! But then Logan is such! And Prince is just! But Morality’s also! I can’t pick. I love them all for different reasons and relate to them in different ways. And since they’re all aspects of Thomas, they will never fail to entertain me.
I think I’ve made my stance on this topic very clear: I don’t have a favourite Sanders Side. But I’ve finally come to the realisation of why that is. Yes, it’s partially “my Hufflepuff coming through” but it’s mostly because I relate to all of them. And I think that’s kind of the point. Generally, when people chose a favourite character, it’s because they see some part of themselves in that character. But I relate to all of them, in quite different ways. So how am I to choose?
I suffer from anxieties (general, social, and death [considered an OCD by my MD]) and depression as well being insecure in several aspects of my life and having extreme introversion. That is where I relate to Anxiety. He is that type of persona I’d generally present to people I either don’t know or don’t care to know. People I want to keep at arm’s length until I can trust them. He desperately wants to be loved, which was super evident in the latest vlog, but he doesn’t know how to go about it. And apart from always associating him with Eeyore in my mind, I feel him. I’m somewhat of a recluse where I currently live because my social anxiety is as severe as it is, so Anxiety’s desperate desire for love but the uncertainty of how to go about it is where I relate to him.
While my scope of interests might be narrow, things truly do fascinate me, and I am extremely curious. This is where I relate to Logic (Logan). I am genuinely interested in things, maybe not typical things like science and math, but weird things like witchcraft and symbolism and I have tonnes of books on those topics. I don’t practise witchcraft, but I am interested in the history and the mythology surrounding it. Mythology, that’s another thing. Greek mythology, in particular, fascinates me because most problems are because Zeus wanted to “put [his] dick in it” and I find that greatly entertaining. Beyond academics, I am still inclined to learn. Although I understand emotions better than Logan, this is how I relate to him.
I am not musically inclined. I can’t sing or read notes at all. It seems to mathematical to me, so I blame it on my dyscalculia. I appreciate music. However, my creativity lies in writing. This is where I relate to Princey (Roman). Fantasy fiction is my favourite genre in which to write. I love all the enchanted beings and how, despite all the magic, the author can always ground it in some type of reality with very real issues. I pride myself in creativity as it is often where I find the most joy. And, on several occasions, it has been an outlet for my own anxiety and depression. Whether I am writing to cope or as an escape, it is where I feel most at ease. The fantastical elements come to me far more readily than anything else, and that’s how I relate to Roman.
When I care about something, I care deeply. I devote myself to this thing for however long I must because I just love it so much. This is where I relate to Morality/Dad. He cares. And he’s willing to show you how much he cares. He just loves everything, and even when “hopelessly crushed” he still has a sunny disposition. He is the type of person I wish I could be publically. I am much more likely to show this side of myself online because I feel safe there. But publicly (IRL), I am far more likely to present myself as Anxiety, but don’t be fooled I am very Dad-like. I just really want to make people happy and brighten up their day, and this is how I relate to Morality/Dad.
And this is why I don’t like being asked to pick a favourite Side. Because I relate to all of them. And in vastly different ways too. And I really feel like that is the point. We have a bit of each of them in all of us, maybe not to the same degree, but they’re all there. For me, I think I have them all in pretty equal quantities, which is why it’s impossible for me to pick a favourite.But, if I really have to choose … then I’d choose @thatsthat24 because the Sides are all part of him. They are aspects of his personality. So if I had to choose, I’d choose Thomas because, by extension, I’m choosing all of them.
Hugs and butterfly kisses (or a friendly wave if you have a “no touchy” policy),
-Kt 💗
