Prince Thomas - Sean Herman

This is an independent roleplay blog for Prince Thomas / Sean Herman from OUAT. Multi-verse and multi-fandom friendly. Tracking: theprincethomas M!A: None, but accepting.

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This blog is now an archive! After much consideration, I've decided to move him into a sideblog on my Hook account, due to never remembering to check on here. Many of my partners have deleted as well, and I just... kind of need a fresh start for Thomas. I feel like I much better understand him now than I did when I first started, which is great. I made a lot of plot mistakes earlier on, so it'll be nice to start fresh imo. The url will still be the same, just it'll be a sideblog from now on :) Sorry everyone! If you'd like to plot/continue a thread, please let me know on there and we'll get it situated. 

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"Well, we can always ask Granny if she could borrow us the diner for the night." Ella replied back with a small smile, she felt like people needed this, even if it was small and everyone was thinking on the year they missed, she guessed it would be nice to think of something else. "Just close friends and a small celebration. I can get use to that at the moment."

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The suggestion brightened Thomas' outlook in near an instant. "You think she'd let us have it there?" It was almost too much to hope for. He'd grown so used to scraping by in this world rather than having an entire kingdom at his beck and call. "We could get a cake for everyone and a small cupcake for her to have on her own." His words were more enthusiastic now, nearly reaching a volume that would have woken Alexandra once more. "But lets talk about this over dinner," he added with a bright smile, a hand reaching out to Ella to lead her from the nursery. 

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// hello! i know i'm not often on this blog because killian kind of steals the spotlight in my head unfortunately, but right now i'm on an official semi-hiatus. real life has gotten crazy with a couple of our family friends moving in temporarily, leaving me with MUCH less time to roleplay. i will try to reply to my drafts as much as possible, but please be patient. thank you guys! <3

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The mention of missing Alexandra’s first birthday caused the princess to frown and look down. “We don’t remember it at least.” What else had gotten down on this last year? She was worried something had happened, and they couldn’t remember everything they made that missing year. She followed behind before leaning over the nursery’s door and watched Thomas put their baby on her crib, a small smile appearing on her lips at the image. “Then we should make a small party here, don’t you think? I think we all need to clear our heads.”

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  Thomas hadn't heard Ella's soft footsteps following him into the nursery, but her soft voice called his attention away from Alexandra's sleepy form. "Really?" A smile tugged at his lips as he turned towards Ella, his hand still clasped around the cribs frame. "I can tell my boss I can't work over time on Sunday. Do you think anyone would be able to join us?" They wouldn't be able to fit many people in their apartment anyways, but the mere thought of having something to celebrate in such a grim time... it definitely had its appeal. 

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Cinderella chuckled at his words, a soft shade of red forming on her cheeks. 

"I do apologize for the trouble. My mice are no troublemakers for that is." she told the prince. "Oh, and I also have a horse and a dog, Bruno. I cannot let them stay at stepmother's." she told him but then nodding at his comment. "You must be tired. It has been a long evening. Will I see you tomorrow?"

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Thomas had every intention to spend as much time with the girl as possible each day from here on out. Yet he knew all too well just how chaotic the life of a prince could be. "We will see that your animals are tended to then, Cinderella. As for tomorrow, I certainly hope so, but that's something that only tomorrow will be able to tell us," he told her with a soft smile. 

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"You know— I’ve found a baseball bat often does far better work…" Amelia drawled, giving the young man a smirk as she idly strolled up beside him and propped a hip against the door. "Or a healthy bottle of rum. But that’s more for you than the truck." A click of tongue against teeth and she found herself shaking her head at the beater, taking a few steps out to circle the front. "I’m fond of ships, myself, they give as much as you put into them, you know. This—-" a wave of her hand over the hood, "this old thing looks like she could actually use the drink as much as you."

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Sean looked towards the woman, a sheepish look upon his face. As she spoke however, he couldn't help a small smile and even a chuckle. "Yeah a drink would be good right about now, if only you know, I was twenty-one and all." With a sigh he kicked at the tire of the truck, burning out more of his frustrations. "And I don't really think a ship would be a lot of help in getting back and forth from home to work each day. Otherwise I might have considered investing in a row boat or something. It'd be a hell of a lot more reliable than this piece of rust." Shaking his head, he moved around the hood to prop it open and see if he could some how fix it this time. "I'm Sean by the way." 

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"You look cute when you do that." Ella laughed at his reaction, sure, she had the voice on the couple but it was always fun seeing him doing what she considered her job around Alexandra, and it worked , since the hcild began to slowly go into her sleep. She put the food on the table, and approached the pair, her head leaning over his shoulder so she could stare at their baby. "She believes she is around 8 months. More or less, she certently looks like it." Ella pointed out, remembering her own pregnancy. "She is sleeping." The princess spoke as she now brushed over the tiny soft hair of Alexandra over her shoulder. "Food is ready. Do you want to put her to bed or should I?"

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The smile that had formed at Ella's wonderful words faded away all too quickly. "Eight months..." he murmured softly, never once looking away from the child in his arms. He knew that Alexandra had grown quite a bit, but he'd hoped it'd been merely his imagination. Eight months. "We missed her first birthday then," he sighed as his body practically leaned against Ella's, a much needed comfort in this troubling time. "I'll put her to bed, hold on." With much effort on his half, he left Ella behind in their small kitchen to head into their even smaller nursery, all the while rocking Alexandra softly in his arms. A year old. Possibly more. His heart ached painfully at the thought as he slowly lowered Alexandra into her crib, careful not to disturb and wake her. 

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"She played all day, just hum some lulleby." Ella recommended with a little nod as she began to brought some drinks to the table. "Snow is alright, so is Charming. Though I have to say, Charming is very concerned about this new pregnancy." It had been a surprise for everyone they knew that Snow was now pregnant once again. Ella helped in everything she could to her friend though they hardly had time to talk. "They don’t have it easy with everything that happened. I  believe we are the lucky ones in this situation."

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"You really want me to hum?" Thomas had never been known for his singing voice after all, but at Alexandra's hand grasping at his chin, he couldn't help but give in to her, humming softly as Ella spoke. "I was just thinking the same," he said, breaking his poor lullaby to speak. "How far along is she? Has she been able to figure out that much?" The small hand grappled at his chin again, forcing him to go back to his soft hums as he considered trying to stop by their friends apartment sometime tomorrow to attempt calming Charming's nerves. 

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"I know, I don’t blame you for it. And I know you are doing the best you can." Ella assured him at the subject, they did had this conversation time after time, and somehow she kept wishing the situation somehow got better. "It is good, it needs 5 more minutes and done." She smiled over him, thanking the change of subject, the table was already dressed and ready, they only needed the food on the plates. "I saw Snow today, you know?" 

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  Her words eased his worries, as they always did, though said worries didn't vanish as he wished they would. "Good, our little princess should be sleepy enough to put down for a nap by then," he commented as he rocked Alexandra carefully in his arms. "Snow?" Thomas questioned, his gaze dragging away from the bundle in his arms. "How are they?" he asked, more concern filling his voice. For all the worries they had, he would always believe they had it easy in comparison. 

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"Well, if I think of any situation where you are not, I will let you know." The young woman replied back with a soft chuckle escaping her lips as she smiled at the scene, Alexandra was finally calm and she found herself relaxing at the silence around. "Well, Granny told me I could take as much time off as I want to take care of Xandra so I don’t mind spending time. But I think that is why she misses you." Ella spoke up, tasting the food to see if it was too hot.

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  "And I'll love you all the more for it," he promised her with a soft smile. A smile that quickly faded away at Ella's thoughts on their child missing him. "If it weren't for the great overtime pay I wouldn't take so many extra shifts." The words were worn out, Thomas having said them far too many times for his liking since Alexandra's birth. "If only the curse breaking had brought back our riches, neither of us would have to work at all. How's the stew?" he tacked on, in hopes of lightening the subject even just a little.

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"Sure.  Be careful." She smiled a bit, sighing as Alexandra was now in Thomas’ arms. Rubbing her neck for a moment she scooted over to keep making the dinner. "She had been like that for a while now. You are my hero." Ella claimed, stretching her neck to see if the child was now calm.

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  "Aren't I always?" he questioned lightly with a smile as he accepted their child, cradling her as if she were made of glass. Which in his eyes, she very well may as well have been. It took a moment, but slowly her cries weakened to small whimpers as her hands reached out fussily. Not exactly happy, but better. Leaning his head down slightly, he kissed her forehead. "Well you're my hero for managing her all day while I'm at work," he told Ella honestly, not having any idea how she could handle it all on her own. 

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    “Could you hold her, please? She won’t stop crying.”

                   Ella spoke up as she tried to calm down the crying of her daughter but apparently something was bugging Alexandra.

"I tried everything."

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  "Yeah of course, you can take over with dinner," Sean told her, letting go of the wooden spoon he'd been using and held his hands out to take their daughter. "She just needs some time with her dad, huh Alexandra?" he practically cooed to the little bundle in Ashley's arms. 

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  "Stupid, rusted, piece of crap," Sean muttered as he kicked at the side of his beat up old truck. For the third time this week alone the hunk of scrap metal had broken down halfway home, emitting an unhealthy amount of smoke from beneath the hood. What would it be now? The engine, the transmission, or one of the other million things that could apparently go wrong with an old truck? Not even wanting to pop the hood, he ran his hand over his face as he slammed his door shut. This was not going to be his day apparently. 

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Shelter Puppy || Sean & Graham || Cursed Verse

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A sixth sense began to wake up in Graham’s head…a sense that told him he need to pry just a bit. “Sean.” He looked down at the young man who was fully focused on the puppy now. “Is Ashley talking about wanting to have a baby? Because if she is then no puppy in the world is going to talk her out of it.” He told the younger man quietly. 

He was from the opposite side of the scale—he wanted kids badly but Regina wouldn’t hear of it. Hell—the last time he’d brought it up she flat-out told him she was adopting because she didn’t want to have kids with it. So he was stuck playing Dad when Regina was busy…and he knew that even a whole pack of puppies wouldn’t dull his desperate need to have his own kids. 

With Ashley it’d be even stronger.

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  The sheriffs words made Sean want to vomit almost as much as he'd wanted to when Ashley told him the news. He couldn't really hide it on his face, his pale blue eyes widening as he swallowed hard. "Uh, no. I-- well, we don't really talk anymore." The words were shaky, spoken far too quickly and Sean found himself wiping his lips with his tongue as he averted his gaze down to the puppy who whined. Whether it was sensing his discomfort or wanting more attention, he had no idea. 

  Sean hadn't wanted to admit that they were broken up, hell even saying what he had sent a searing pain through his heart. Not seeing Ashley everyday was consistently the hardest thing about his days. No amount of college work or shifts at the factory could compete. Worse was inadvertently talking about children with the sheriff. He wasn't supposed to let anyone even think he could be the dad. It wouldn't be long before Ashley started to show. He was supposed to pretend that they'd broken up long ago. It all seemed so impossible and stupid. But the sheriff was right about one thing - awesome as this puppy was, it wasn't going to fulfill the hole in his life where Ashley and their baby belonged in. 

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So this is love? || Thomas and Cinderella

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Ella smiled into the kiss and softly ran her fingers through his hair before letting go and backing off again before it would become too inappropiate for her opinion. The blonde already never thought she would kiss a man on the first day they met. Well, she didn’t even thought she would ever kiss a man. 

"I hope no one will harm my mice. Oh my— that sounds a little bit crazy, doesn’t it? She chuckled, "I apologize, I am rather nervous to be honest. I know I shouldn’t be— but I am. Does that make any sense to you?"

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  It wasn't the first time Thomas had kissed a girl upon the first time they'd met admittedly. With all of his attempts at pleasing his father, there were a fair few times he'd attempted to rush the romantic aspects only to find they lacked the passion he desired. But as Ella pulled away, Thomas found himself wishing for more. Why was that? Why did this commoner girl strike a chord with him that none of the fairest royals in all the kingdoms did not?

  "Your mice?" Thomas asked, his brows raising, and indeed questioning her sanity. "I've heard of many different types of pets, but mice?" he laughed lightly. "If they truly mean something to you, we'll figure something out I suppose. Though something tells me my maids won't be too happy about having them wandering the castle." Thomas took a slight step back, meaning to give Cinderella some space so that she could head to bed. "I would be more concerned if you found yourself without knots in your stomach," he told her honestly. "But for tonight I must part ways with you. After all, it's highly inappropriate for the prince to be courting past midnight." 

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Shelter Puppy || Sean & Graham || Cursed Verse

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Graham blinked. “What?”

Why was Sean asking about a baby? And if it was cheaper to have a puppy? His mind spun quickly as he thought it through. Did Ashley want a baby and he was trying to talk her out of it? He doubted a puppy would talk her out of it if she wanted a baby.

"Uh..uh…yeah dogs are a lot cheaper then kids." he stammered in surprise.

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  Sean clearly hadn't thought before he spoke, something that he realized at the shock in the sheriffs voice. Instead of looking up, he focused downwards on the puppy, not wanting to show how nervous his slip up had made him. No one was supposed to find out she was pregnant. His father had beat the plan into him time and time again since finding out. Sean would cut all ties with Ashley straight away, and once she began to show, if anyone asked about it he'd claim not to know - that they'd broken up quite awhile ago. No one could know. 

  "Good, that's good," he replied, his voice shaking slightly as the puppy pawed at his knee, possibly sensing his unease. "So, uh are there papers to sign or?" 

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Meeting of Royals || aurora-sleeps & theprincethomas

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She knew that one of the main reasons for a princess to attend a ball was to scout out a future husband, but she had always found that a bit silly. She believed that a princess would find her prince when the Fates deemed it so and that it could be at a ball or elsewhere. She never wanted to ruin a good ball by spending all her time swooning over men; she’d much rather enjoy the rest of the festivities, and watching the dancers was always her favorite past time.

She had been so entranced by the dancers that she had almost missed his offer completely. She glanced over at him and set down her glass. She smiled. “I see no harm in that. A dance sounds lovely.”

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  Thomas found himself incredibly pleased at Aurora's acceptance. Not only was the princess delightfully beautiful and possibly the least frustrating woman in the room, but it would lead to his father being pleased at his attempts. Not that he expected this dance to go much of anywhere as he held his hand out for her to grasp. But at least he would be seen making an effort of sorts rather than dodging each possible 'mate'.

  "Then it's my pleasure to dance with you," he replied formally, a smile of his own playing at the corner of his lips.