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Rotes Mädchen: Chapter 7

(Werewolf! König x Red Riding Hood! Reader)

(Art by the lovely @zwienzixes)

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Word count: 5k Rating: Mature Tags: Werewolf! König, Fairytale AU, Monster Hunters TF141, Traditional German Fairytale setting, World Building/Lore, F! Reader, Domesticity, Literal sleeping together, Bed sharing, Angst/Comfort, (Brief) Fluff, Cuddling, Love bites/Hickeys, Claiming bites, Emotional Angst/Comfort, Cliffhanger Warnings: None A/N: New cover as we head into the finale!

The sun dawns on the final day before the full moon.

You awaken gently, feeling the cold grip at your limbs as you snuggle deep into the covers. The motion disturbs your bed partner, who makes a small sound of protest before adjusting to drag you closer against his chest. You happily snuggle into the warmth of him with a little whine, willing yourself back into blissful dreams. The cage of his arms provides steadfast protection against the waxing moon as it hesitates beyond the horizon, counting the hours until sundown. It feels as if König senses your thoughts, for there’s a low, purring growl that vibrates his chest against your cheek. Defensive, a warning to the shadows that lurk in the woods.

There’s a heavy set to your limbs that forces you into limpness against his frame. It drags at your senses with drowsy intent, makes your head loll against his collarbone with a happy sigh. Grey, misty light washes over you both, a gentle baptism of dawn that you wish would suspend both of you in time, caught here forever in his embrace.

It’s your stomach that at last rouses you, and even as you try to ignore it the sharp pang of hunger eventually gurgles low in your belly. König answers it merely with a huff, arms caught around you a little tighter, preventing your escape. You smile at him, at last opening your eyes to see him.

He replaced his hood sometime while you were asleep, and though you mourn the chance to see his blissful, sleeping expression, you’re grateful for the simple grace of seeing his eyes closed at such a near distance. You can see his brow slightly scrunched, as if trying to ignore the pull of wakefulness, and you resist the urge to poke at it just to hear him grumble in his sleep. Instead you settle for observing what little of his sleeping expression you can discern, memorizing the way his eyes flutter in dreams.

Eventually you lean forwards, gently bestowing a kiss upon his masked mouth before delicately wriggling from his hold. It takes several attempts, and eventually you manage to avoid his grasping, heavy hands so you rise to your feet. König curls around the warm space you’ve left, murmurs something you cannot hear before he goes still. You smile fondly down at him, try to ignore the way anxiety pierces your heart as a morning lark declares the dawn.

You coax the dying embers of the fireplace back to life and set water to boil above it, tucking a loaf of bread above the hearth to warm up by the time it is done. You ignore the shake of your hands as something whispers that this could be the final day you ever live this mundane routine, that your life could be stolen from you tonight by dripping red claws and gleaming fangs.

It takes effort to shake off the thought, and instead you focus on washing yourself with water warmed by the fire. You pause as you look in the mirror above the basin, blinking in surprise at the marks painted across your skin. Love bites, gentle bruises, places where his lips descended to your skin with a scarcely contained growl. There’s an ache to your hips that remains where he split you on his cock over and over again, as if he were possessed by the feast of your flesh. You’d barely been able to crawl from bed long enough to eat and relieve yourself for the entirety of yesterday before König had decided you’d been gone for too long, had pursued you just so he could carry you back and press you into the sheets once more.

He seemed almost crazed with lust, your beloved, consumed by the act of defiling you. Growling, pressing, hauling you to him, holding a leg aloft just so he could sheath himself back inside you with a growl. He’d mouthed dragging endearments into your skin, had followed them with sucking teeth and apologetic kisses when you’d whined at him. Lost as you were in the buttery haze of lust and warmth, it still became quickly clear to you that his attempts to mark you seemed almost like a claim- an attempt to ward off others, to ensure you remained his, only ever his. Territorial, possessive, gorging himself on the sounds of your desire as you begged for more.

You trace the smattering of love bites that adorns your collarbone and chest, tilting your head to reveal the full indent of his teeth on the arch of your neck. It makes you blink in surprise, as you twist to reveal more marks along your bare back and shoulders. König had left no inch of skin untouched, it seems, and you silently shudder to think how you’ll explain this to Laswell.

Nevertheless you wash and dress yourself, once more donning your red cloak before you carefully step outside towards the well down the lane. You’re grateful that your long layers hide the marks, consciously tugging your hood up to conceal the bite on your neck. The last thing you need is more neighbors and village folk accusing you of being some type of seductress, or asking too many questions about who spent the night in your home.

As you draw water from the well you look to see the misty forms of others bustling about morning chores. There’s sounds of wood hammering against shutters, trying to barricade windows and doors for the coming darkness. Animals that would normally be escorted to pasture now kick at their stalls, safely shut away for the coming sunset. You’re scarcely noticed amidst the distractions, and you pause to watch your neighbors conduct preparations for the full moon that will rise above the forest tonight.

You wonder if the wolf watches even now from the trees. Silent. Waiting.

You make yourself scarce as you dart back towards the direction of your home, ignoring the passing stares of others as they see you pass by. The reminder of the hunter’s son, of the accusation levied against you and Laswell forces a heavy weight down onto your ribcage, an imminent danger that follows in your shadow.

"I bet you're a witch too! Just like her! You probably brought the wolf here yourselves to kill us all!!"

You need to tell her, to warn her.

A thin frown of worry presses your lips as you slip back inside, trying to plan your options. It will be difficult to slip from the village unnoticed before nightfall, especially when you’ll be trailed by a huge, scarred, hooded figure on your heels. You’ve not yet told König of your plan to retreat to Laswell’s by nightfall, and you know you’ll have to convince him of the safety she and the others provide. You’re not sure you can, not with the way Price and the other witchers are tensed, ready for battle, vigilant of threats. They may see König as a monster not unlike the one they hunt. For all you know, you could be walking him into the jaws of a greater beast than the one that lurks in these woods.

To stay here, however, to do the same as the other villagers and barricade yourself inside, knowing now that your neighbors see you as a potential source of their misfortune...

You see a vision of yourself, tied to a pillar in the center of the square under the full moon, listening to the howl of the werewolf, watching as they force König to his knees and screaming for help-

He said he’d protect you. How are you supposed to protect him, when you can’t even keep yourself safe?

The woods press in on you from all sides, arching above to tangle into a thick entanglement of branches with you trapped inside like a small, scared creature trying vainly to escape. You stare up through the brambles and thorns to the dark sky above, where the moonlight casts pale light against your eyes of despair.

You’re so caught in your thoughts you nearly miss the figure that lurches into your view right in front of you.

You startle, and in doing so the bucket of water you have sloshes lopsidedly, spilling across your boots. You hardly notice it, staring instead at one of the older village women who has suddenly seized your attention. You recognize her. She’s one of the few that often comes to Laswell in search of tonics for her weary bones, a persistent cough she’s never been cured of. You’ve arrived at her doorstep many times over to deliver remedies, and she’s always returned the favor with a soft smile, a gentle pat to your shoulder or an apple tucked into your pocket.

Now, you try to catch your breath, settle your heartbeat as she squints at you with a narrow gaze.

“You don’t belong here.”

You blink in surprise, mouth pressing into a frown. Shock, hurt blossoms in words across your tongue. Yet before you can respond she steps forward, jabs a finger against your chest insistently.

“You need to leave these woods.” She intones with a creaky voice, staring up at you with displeasure. “You’re no longer welcome here, girl.”

You can feel the other villagers pause now to observe the dispute, their wary eyes looking on as you’re harassed by someone who had once been kind to you.

“T-this is my home-” You try, taking a step back, but she only presses forward once more. You feel your heartbeat claw at your throat, and your eyes flick past her to the path up to your cottage, where familiar smoke curls from the chimney in a beacon of sanctuary.

“Not anymore it isn’t.” The old woman hisses, and you feel your face contort in a returning snarl. Yet then the woman softens, the sinister sneer from her face easing into a look of concern.

“You need to leave.” She whispers hastily, eyes wide. Suddenly her voice is once more that of a friend, one with grave worry and urgency in her words. “You and Madame Laswell. It is no longer safe for you here.”

You freeze in surprise, trying to form words past the veil of shock that colors your eyes. Cold air seizes your lungs, an uncomfortable prickle of awareness raising goosebumps on your skin as the other villagers pause to watch the fear dawn across your face.

“The others, they think you brought the wolf here.” She adds, a wrinkled hand grasping at your sleeve in a touch much harsher than her words. “I heard them. They think you and Madame Laswell are witches, that you summoned the wolf to kill us.”

She gazes up into your eyes, this unexpected ally, and even though her mouth is set in a grim frown, her eyes portray fear.

“They plan to kill you both.”

You jolt away as if scalded, ripping your arm from her grasp, heartbeat hammering wildly against the cage of your ribs. The ground under you seems to shift, and the trees that had once been your home now seem to slowly creep to your shadow, ensnare it with tangled thorns so they press into your skin and yield red warmth. In your mind's eye you see the figure of yourself bathed in moonlight, clothes ripped and hands bound to a pyre that alights the sky in a wicked red haze. You see Laswell struggling as she watches below, held by the villagers, screaming for Price and the others as they chase the wolf who howls dangerously at the moon.

and König...König...

His blood soaks the earth, a sacrificial lamb to an unknown, evil god that reigns in madness over the village you had once called home.

The bucket in your hand drops, and the water sloshes out to seep into the cold earth, just as his blood will come nightfall.

You don’t thank the woman as you run, but her voice chases after you anyways, feigning sinister intent.

“Run, girl! Leave these woods and never return!!”

Your cape flares out behind you as you sprint for the cottage, racing up your garden and to the heavy door which shuts behind you with a thundering clank of the lock. You brace on it, hands pressed to the frame, chest heaving and eyes wild. You can’t contain the shaking of your limbs, and even the warmth of the hearth at your back does little to alleviate the icy grip of terror that seizes in your chest.

They plan to kill you both.

You try to reason with yourself. Price and the others, they’d never let the villagers touch you or Laswell. They know you both, know that no matter what accusations the villagers levy against you, that you will never be what they say. You know you’ll be safe with them. If you flee now, you can make it to Laswell’s cottage by sundown, tell her all that you’ve learned. You know Price and the others will protect you from the promise of a pyre, from the misplaced wrath of those you once called neighbors.

But...König...

You shake your head. It doesn’t matter now. You cannot stay. If you stay, if the villagers come for you, they’ll no doubt find him as well, will wrestle you from his arms and restrain him like a wild beast even as he snarls, tries to fight his way to you. They’ll see him, this stranger you’ve kept hidden, take his hood and reveal the terrifying visage he keeps hidden and they will fear him. If you stay, it will be a death sentence for you both.

The woman is right. You need to leave. Now. Daylight be damned.

“König-” You breathe as you race to your bed, lay your hands on his still slumbering form and try to wake him. “König, we need to leave. We have to go-”

König stirs, but it’s with a groan that sounds almost painful. You freeze, hands stilling, before you once more try to rouse him.

“König, wake up, please wake up.” You urge him, swallowing down a gasp of fear. He seems to hear at least that much, because he rolls over only slightly, echoes your name in a groggy slur.

“Rotty?” He asks, voice cracking with something that sounds weak, almost ill. His eyes flutter open, glassy gaze turning to you as he tries to focus. The confusion softens into something fond, and you feel affection flutter in your chest at the way his eyes melt upon seeing your face. “Rotty...”

You force a smile despite your trembling hands. “Yes, love. It’s me.” You whisper, and he sighs at that, eyelashes fluttering before drowsiness claims him once more. You swallow down the growing panic in your throat, forcing yourself to not imagine the footsteps of the villagers pounding closer to your door.

“König.” You insist, shaking him now with rising franticness. “We must leave. It’s not safe here. We need to go to Laswell’s, the villagers-”

“No, no, not the witchers...” He interrupts with a groan, and you frown at that, fear tugging sharply in your stomach.

“König we need to leave.” You tell him again, leaning full over him now so your cape drapes partly across his form. Your arms bracket him on either side of his broad, bare shoulders adorned with thick, coarse hair. “The villagers-”

You pause at the abrupt whimper that bubbles up his throat, unexpected. It sounds not fearful but hurt, as if rousing him from dreams forces him to endure an affliction you cannot see. You feel your brow crease with worry, a hand tracing over the bare skin of his scarred shoulder, and he flinches.

“König...” You breathe, and with a worried urgency you begin to try and pull away the covers, at last noticing just how damp they are. It’s as if he’s sweat through them while you weren’t paying attention, and as you reveal his bare form you see a thick sheen of sweat glistening on his skin. You don’t know how you didn’t notice earlier, curled in his arms as you were. He feels too hot to the touch, shivering under your palms, eyes stubbornly scrunched shut as if he’s trying to block out a phantom pain.

A different type of terror grips you now, as you lay a palm to his damp, clammy skin, hearing him groan at the touch. He reaches up to clumsily bat at your hand, and you’re not entirely sure if he’s trying to chase you away or drag you closer.

“König.” You repeat again, swallowing the dryness in your throat. “König, what’s…”

“Rotty.” He whines, and you ignore him, reaching for his hood. Before you can touch it König arches with a wet gasp, his large hand seizing your wrist. His head lolls towards you, hazy gaze focusing on the acute worry plain on your face. He blinks, as if trying to focus, and you see his brow pinch for a moment before it relaxes.

“What lovely eyes you have, Schatz.” He sighs, head drooping once more. His hand goes lax around your wrist as he melts back into the bed. When you try to sneak it under his hood to feel for his forehead however, he tenses with a growl, the sound rumbling low and deep in his throat like some wild, feral animal.

“Shh, it’s alright.” You coax despite the tremble in your words, and your palm lays flat against his searing, damp brow.

“König, love.” You breathe, hands shaking. “You’re burning up with a fever.”

König groans at that, pulls your hand away and rolls to the other side of the bed. You try to follow him, but when your hand lands on his shoulder König growls at you again, this time deeper, almost savage. You pull away as if burned, but your missing touch prompts a whine instead, as if his body can’t figure out what to do with itself.

“König.” You try again uselessly. “Please, get up. I- I can take you to Laswell’s. She can help you. We can’t stay here. It’s not safe.”

“No.” He slurs again in protest, and you feel frustration and panic rise hotly in your veins as you resist the urge to bang on his broad back with your fists in your vexation. Instead you once more soothe a hand across his bare shoulder so his muscles unwind under your touch.

He relaxes then, sighing in relief before he turns part way back to you. His eyes are gentle as they regard you through his strange delirium, and you hold his gaze, unable to hide the mounting fright in your stare.

“The wolf won’ hurt you, Rotty.” He tells you, words low and jumbled. He reaches a large hand out, and you wonder for a moment if he’ll drag you back into bed. Instead he strokes your cheek with his knuckles, tilts his head wearily to regard you. “I’ll protect you. I swear it.”

You suck in a sharp breath at that, feeling the building terror, the grief, the panic and the confusion of the past few days finally overwhelm you. Hot tears flood your eyes, and you try to swallow them to no avail. A hiccup forces its way up your throat, and you clutch at his hand, holding it desperately to your face as if it’s a lifeline.

“How are you supposed to protect me when you can’t even stand?” You cry, feeling your voice crack in your throat with despair. “I-I’m supposed to protect you, I’m supposed to keep you safe from them- from the villagers, from Price and the others, from the wolf, I-“

You sob, a broken sound pouring from your chest as you’re no longer able to contain the rush of emotions wash over you. It cracks in your bones like the snap of wood in an evening hearth, a sharp sound that disturbs the peaceful silence you long to share with him. The embers alight across your skin, force a cry of hurt past your gasping lips and into his palm.

“I’m scared, König.” You confess in a raw whisper, eyes wide, staring into a vision of the pitch-black forest where the object of your nightmares awaits. “I’m trying so hard to be strong, to keep us both safe, but I’m scared.”

You swallow, but it does little to stem the words that come tumbling forth, first as a trickling stream and now as a raging river.

“I’m terrified. I wake up every morning thinking you’re not going to be here anymore, that this was all just a dream. I’m scared you’re going to disappear, that the wolf is going to hunt you alive, that the villagers will find you and hurt you, that Price and the others will refuse to protect you. I’m scared that the final thing I’m ever going to see is fire or the fangs of the monster. I’m scared of living a tomorrow where you no longer exist.”

You sob openly, words hiccupping desperately into his knuckles entwined between your palms. You can no longer stop it, the untamable tide of desperation that seizes your chest, your heart, your limbs. König makes a little noise of distress as he watches the tears roll down your face, land on his worn hand.

“No-” He tries again, and you see his expression pinch as he tries to find the words. “Don’t cry, Rotty. It won’t....won’t hurt you.”

“Please.” You beg him again, gasping and bowing your head into his hand. “Come with me. We can go, Laswell can help you, I can explain to the others. They’ll keep us safe. They’ll kill the wolf, and then we can leave the village like you asked me to. We can go and never have to look back, like you wanted.”

You hunch forward, eyes closing shut, sending up a prayer at the same time your words form the plea.

“Please.”

König pauses, and you feel him hesitate before he gently draws his hand away…

Only to push you so you topple backwards onto the floor instead.

“I’m sorry, Rotty.” He whispers, voice cracking with pain, clearer now. “I-I can’t come with you.”

You sit, sprawled and stunned at his words. You feel the air in your chest pause, gripping tightly to your lungs as you try to understand, trying to make sense of his sudden rejection. You can hear the blood rushing in your ears, face open with confusion, distress. The world seems to suck into a silence that is unknown to you, words absent as the desolate wind howls in your thoughts.

“K-König…?” You ask in a small, fragile voice as you try to understand. It only makes König hunch further into the bed, as if your words are a slicing wound that carves into his turned back.

“Go, Rotty.” He tells you, growling low with warning. You flinch. “To the captain and the others. They’ll keep you safe.”

You stare at him with hurt, shock warming your eyes with fresh tears, trying to understand, trying to unravel the riddle of him you’ll never find the answers to. He’s retreating into secrets once more, and you watch helplessly as he walks into the dark, misty woods ahead of you, vanishing beyond your reach as the echo of a wolf howl rattles your bones.

“Don’t do this.” You tell him in a voice that’s hardly a whisper. “Don’t…don’t make me leave when I’ve already fallen in love with you.”

König tenses at that, form curling further in on himself before he goes still once more. He doesn’t speak.

You want to scream at him, to cry, to beg and plead for answers you know he won’t give you. You want to throw yourself into his arms, apologize for whatever transgression you’ve committed, for the sin of loving him if he did in fact never love you in turn. Yet you do none of those things, instead frozen on the floor, tracing the rigid rise of his spine, the way he shivers as the fever grips at him.

“Please.” You try once more, voice raw with emotion, a desperate entreaty that he stubbornly ignores.

The moon rises on the horizon. You’re running out of time.

You gather yourself, stand and scrub the tears from your face, stand over him at your bedside. Your fists curl with resolve, expression grim as you stare down at his curled, shivering form that tries to ignore the shadow of you cast by the fire.

“I’m leaving.” You tell him resolutely. “and I’m coming back. I’ll bring Laswell, and I’ll bring Price and the others to protect us. She’ll cure you, and we’ll stay here until the night passes, until the wolf is dead.”

You swallow the urge to hurl yourself onto his form, drape yourself across his chest and will time to return itself to the moments after wakefulness only a mere hour ago.

“Then. Then, once it’s over, we’ll leave these woods. Together.”

He doesn’t shift. You try not to fracture with the hurt that lays bare across your skin.

“You can’t push me away. Not when you allowed me to keep you for so long.” You finish and turn before you can stop yourself.

It takes effort to stride to the door, to lay your hand upon the iron latch. You feel your face pinch, tears once more obscuring your vision as you glance one last time at him.

“I love you.” You whisper. You’re not sure if you can hear it.

Once more, you walk into the woods, and you pray to the Gods that in the next dawn, you’ll walk them together.

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He waits until you leave.

He waits until after the lock has shut, until your footsteps have faded, until silence settles over the cottage in your absence. He waits for the pain of betrayal in his heart to be quieted by the sickening, feverish hunger that grips his limbs.

“I’m sorry, Rotty.” König whispers in the solitude of the cottage. “I’m sorry. I’ll keep you safe.”

Soon now, he knows. Soon the sun will set, the moon will rise, and he’ll no longer be able to control the ravenous hunger, the desire to feast on flesh, the instinct to hunt, kill. The fever of bloodlust grips his limbs, and already he can feel his bones try to crack, reform, strengthen into monstrous size until he lifts his muzzle to the moon. He’s tried a hundred times to stop it, to refuse to gorge himself on the blood of beings only known as prey. He’s watched a hundred times as his victims scream, trying to flee from his outstretched claws.

He remembers each face, each final, breathless plea before his fangs snap through skin and bone.

You’re among them in his dreams. He sees your face the first time he saw you on the back of the captain’s dark mare, holding tight to his waist as your red cape fluttered behind you. He remembers seeing your eyes shining brightly in the moonlight, and thinking to himself not of prey, but of something delicate, fragile, beautiful.

Little did he know you’re a creature of the woods as well.

König had long ago resigned himself to this fate of his. It is his destiny to be cursed in the way he is, to roam the earth endlessly in search of blood to quench his wild, savage hunger. He’s long since stopped praying to the gods to free him, resigning himself to his imminent demise at the hands of humans for the sin of his existence- for being a monster that he cannot control.

He’d expected to die the night he first saw you, the strange creature cloaked in red, cradled by the trees as if they were your ally. The witchers had pursued him through the forest relentlessly, chasing him into one of their many traps. He’d barely escaped, and even now he wonders if he should have simply accepted the slash of a sword to his neck, breathed in his last as he gazed up at the beautiful autumn moon.

Yet you’d found him.

In the hollow where he’d licked his wounds, had shuddered against the cold, you’d come to rescue him from his own wretched existence.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” You’d whispered, and he had believed it, had allowed himself to deceive you just to feel the warm touch of kindness he’d forgotten. He’d allowed you to take him to this, to your home, to tend to him. He’d allowed you to burrow into his heart, into the empty hollow that had resigned itself to the terrible ending fate had divined for him.

He hadn’t intended to fall in love with you.

How could he not? How could he not be mesmerized by the captivating, beautiful strangeness of you? You with your wistful eyes, with your lonely smile, with the way you were so kind despite everything, despite the suffering, stifling solitude that he could see haunt your gaze? How could he possibly ignore this creature that was like him in so many ways, one who filled the emptiness of his aching soul?

Your smiles, your laughter, the brightness of your eyes and soft greetings, the way your bare skin was cast aglow by the fire- sights, sounds, scents that had forced him to forget who he was, the feral creature he was born to be. He’d gone willingly into your palms, had sheathed his fangs just to nuzzle against your delicate touch.

He should have left sooner. Perhaps then this fate would not be so cruel.

At least, in the end, he was loved. If only for just a while.

König waits until the ache of your final words has subsided, rises from the bed that still smells like you and gathers the clothes you’ve made for him. He drinks in the scent of you once more, remembers what it felt like to have you safe in his arms, in his den, in the place where he loved you too.

He hopes that you’ll forgive him for this someday.

König staggers from your home, down towards the edge of the forest.

And once more, he vows to keep you safe.

Safe from himself.

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s-aint-elmo · 11 months

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on your post about how destiny actually works in ever after i wanted to share some of my thoughts!!!

firstly, (ive had this one in my mind since i watched the show as a kid) they introduce the characters as "abc, daughter/son of xyz" and their stories are continued through the generations, so, for some, wouldn't their forever after partner's parent, be their parent too??? like okay there's apple white, daughter of snow white and daring charming, son of king charming LIKE HOW DOES THAT WORK???? when snow white was fulfilling her destiny wasn't it king charming that woke her up???? like how does that work

also, it's only daring and apple who are (at first) set for each other, everyone knows daring will wake apple from her sleep but the rest of the princesses don't have their princes what about briar? ashlynn?

then, it seems only the first born has to follow in their parents' fairytale footsteps like in the case of holly and poppy so what do the younger siblings do? what's their destiny like dexter charming, he had a page in the book of legends but had no story to go with it

this is a lot but im really awestruck with how destiny is such a fickle thing, apparently your destiny can be taken away from you just by signing in the book of legends, it's not even confirmed i suppose, it can change like how daring ended up with rosabella and not apple, etc etc

destiny in ever after high has so much untapped potential i love rotating it in my mind so thank you so much for this ask!

first off, eah has confirmed that there are four unrelated charming clans from which fairytales draw their sundry heroes so it's logical to assume that all current kings charming serving as their famous fairytale wives' arm candy come from different clans as the princes charming slated for their daughters' destinies. briar's prince i always assumed to be unknown due to the fact that she won't meet him in another hundred years. apple's prince being determined from the beginning i've always chalked up to the snow white tale being so important that grimm, snow and co. all felt the need to lock the details down as early as possible. pair the most eligible princess in the land with the most eligible prince in the land and chain their destinies together before fate gets other ideas and all that.

also YES, the birth order aspect of fairytale inheritance itches at my brain soooo hard. does the destiny go only down the line of the eldest? if the protagonists of the tale are siblings, are the next protagonists their respective firstborns and thus cousins? or does the destiny lineage go to whoever in the birth order has the most important role? can you be chosen randomly for a tale that wasn't in your family? and it's made even more confusing bc eah canon says "both! all! yes!" the rapunzel destiny falls to the eldest twin. the current hansel and gretel destiny falls to cousins. the dancing princess destiny goes all the way down the line of the youngest daughter. the charmings are all expected to fill in as either heroes or damsels for whatever tale needs them. it's WILD.

my personal interpretation is that just to cover all the bases, grimm keeps the school open to all descendants of the major players until they know for certain who destiny has the most affinity with. case in point: justine dancer only being confirmed as the twelfth princess when she started sleepdancing in the webisodes despite all eleven of her older sisters having been chosen beforehand. it makes one wonder if there's a method to knowing which sister needs to have the full dozen (the eldest? the youngest?) or if ALL the madames try to get all the way to twelve Just In Case. could you imagine the family gatherings? hell.

(i love thinking of the dancing princess eldritch nightmare family orchard. one of my eah ocs is the seventh daughter of the seventh dancing princess who's only here bc it would have looked unsporting if nobody from their branch came, despite all signs pointing to justine, and she didn't really have alternative plans. she's just chilling. at least until miss mabinogion crashes into her life and she finds herself playing co-conspirator to a certain flower-faced adulteress's Operation Goodbye Earl.)

i think bc of the sleepdancing there's a lot of flexibility in the line-up of the twelve princesses, so they can be siblings down the line of whoever married the soldier, or they can be firstborn cousins, or they can be first daughter of the first daughter, second daughter of the second, etc. etc. no matter how hard grimm et al. try to hammer down destiny, every retelling still finds a way to veer off the rails. so every contradictory version of every fairytale you've ever heard? probably happened at one point. it was never gonna be science.

another thing i'm really interested in are destinies where the protagonist has to become their child's villain. you ever think about how the juniper tree cycle would necessitate the butchered child eaten by their father to become the parent that eats their child? eah never went that hard but i can. i will. (miss juniper tree rounds out my eah oc roster and she is appropriately furious about it.) cyclical destinies where happy endings don't mean jack are sooo good.

also yes!! that whole thing where destiny doesn't even play by the rules of the people who try to corral it (darling is apple's prince, daring is the beast, raven is one of the seven dwarves, etc. etc.) even when the Book is in play is just !!!!!!! really makes it feel like destiny is a much larger and more powerful force than anybody can really reckon with.

#ever after high #mine #asks #WOW this got long. the brainrot is all powerful #everybody keeps trying to seal their fate whether it's one they're born into or one they want to steal (hiii next top villain duchess ilysm #and whether they fail or succeed......... what incredible untapped potential #it's like. i can't find the right words. but grimm built a solar panel and thought that meant they weren't at the mercy of the sun #or maybe dammed up a river and built it proper little waterways and thought those waves wouldn't surge as they please #something like that. brain fried destiny in eah makes me go kooky #don't mind me slipping my ocs in there i just love exploring eah mechanics so much. to sum up tho they are:#miss extraneous dancing princess miss blodeuwedd and miss juniper tree #i love talking abt them and will do so at the slightest prompting

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Descendants Headcanons/Wickedverse Guide

Some of these aren't so much "headcanons" as things I'm using in my post-canon universe, named the Wickedverse. Me and my sister share this universe, so she has a lot of influence with some of these. Will get updated as I add/change ideas.

Lore

Centuries before Auradon was formed, there was a great war between the kingdoms. After years of fighting, they made an agreement on territory and everyone closed their borders. This lead to kingdoms/cities to develop at different rates, due to different resources. Many years later, all the fairytales/stories happen over the course of seven years or so. Then, Auradon is formed.

The formation of Auradon (and the Isle) created the Age of Goodness (AOG). Upon it's creation, was year 1.

Since Descendants takes place twenty years after the AOG, it is year twenty

The first Isle book takes place in the July before Descendants. Descendants occurs in September-October (as Ben's birthday is in October), and Wicked World happens in November. The second and third Isle books take place in January of year 21. Since D2 takes place six months after D1 it occurs in March of 21. The fourth Isle book takes place in May of 22. D3, taking place after the older have graduated, occurs in June of year 22.

Some other Disney properties are included that aren't specifically mention in canon: Frozen, Frozen II, Rapunzel's Tangled Adventure (TV series), Encanto, Big Hero 6, Raya, and definitely more.

Mal and Ben's wedding is on the 13th of April, almost a year after D3.

Sometime after D3, the Isle of the Lost is renamed the Isle of the Found.

Family

Uma and Freddie are twin sisters, having been separated after Dr. Facilier and Ursula broke up. Freddie and Uma were unaware of this, and found out in the events of Never Knew I Lost You (coming soon).

In addition, Celia has a different mother, an OC named Lauren.

This is also why Facilier seemed to dislike Freddie (though, her abuse portrayed in the Wickedverse is probably worse than it is in canon), as he dislikes her mother. Whereas he favored Celia, since he likes her mother. Also why Ursula didn't care much about Uma, having become despondent after losing her partner and daughter.

King Philip has three sisters, Brigitte, Bianca, and Marya, taken from the book A Twisted Tale: Once Upon a Dream by Liz Braswell. Bianca is Ariana's mother and Marya has a daughter named Naomi.

Lumiere is married to Fairy Godmother, and is Jane's father.

Evie and Dizzy have the same father, Hans, making them half-sisters.

Doug's mother, named Clarita in this universe, is from Encanto. Agustin is her maternal uncle, making him Doug's great uncle.

Jay's mother was a woman from Agrabah named Lulu. She dealt in some shady business, thus why she was sent to the Isle. She died from an illness when Jay was five.

The sea witches mentioned in the first Isle book are Morgana's daughter, and Uma's cousins, instead of sisters.

Hadie's mother is an OC named Lian Teng. She is the sister of one of the Huns that survived the avalanche. He was all she had, so she followed him to the Isle. She worked in Hades's Souvlaki and her and Hades had a brief relationship a while after his break up with Maleficent. Hadie is three years younger than Mal.

Harriet, Harry, and CJ's mother is a woman named Red Jessica from Jake and the Neverland Pirates TV series. However, she is only the same character; her role and relationship with Hook is different in the Wickedverse than the cartoon.

Carlos's father is Bruno Madrigal from Encanto (inspired by @silverloreley 's headcanon and discussions). Bruno had a bad vision about Cruella and went to warn her about it. They had an unexpected connection, and one thing led to another.

Melody (from the Little Mermaid sequel) and Zephyr (from the Hunchback of Notre Dame sequel) are married and have a (currently unamed) child.

Friendships

Prior to the events of Wicked World, and possibly D1, Jordan and Ally become best friends after Jordan helps Ally out of a bad relationship.

Jane and Freddie become best friends during the events of Wicked World.

Likewise, Uma and Audrey become best friends sometime after the events of Descendants 3.

Because of the discovery of Uma and Freddie being twins, they start spending time together. To not leave Jane and Audrey out, the four of them hang out together often, forming a friend group similar to the Core Four.

A few months before the Bal wedding, Lonnie and CJ meet and become best friends.

Characters

As a reason for why Carlos was not at Mal and Ben's wedding (and why the rest of the Core Four were sad about it), he develops COPD (chronic obstructive pulmonary disease) and goes into a coma a couple weeks before the wedding. He wakes up a few weeks afterwards.

Some last name headcanons:

Dwarf last names are from gems and the Seven Dwarves' last name is Lazuli, from lapis lazuli. This makes Doug's full name Doug Lazuli.

Maleficent and Mal's last name is Dragonheart, making Mal's full name Maleficent "Mal" Bertha Dragonheart.

Ben's last name is Leroi, meaning "the king" in French (taken from @hitchell-mope)

Evie's last name is Grimhilde, mostly taken from the fandom.

Jane's last name is Faery, and Fairy Godmother's real name is Joan.

Audrey gives up her birthright to rule Auroria, deciding that isn't the path for her. Naomi will rule Auroria instead. (Which was also what they were planning to do when they thought Audrey would be queen of Auradon).

Uma becomes leader of the Isle after D3, with Harry, Gil, and her crew acting as her advisors/council/soldiers.

OCs

Varian and Cassandra (from the Tangles series) are married and have two kids, Caelan and Valeria.

Anna and Kristoff are married and two sons, Alaric and Kade.

Raya has a son named River.

Maleficent has a younger brother named Kaveh, who comes to Auradon a few years after D3 to help stop a new threat. He previously lived in the Moorlands, the ancestral home of dark fairies and Maleficent's homeland.

Ally has a (currently unnamed) older brother.

Snow White and Prince Florian have a (currently unnamed) child.

Scar (who was turned into a human before being put on the Isle) has a daughter named Safiya.

Mirabel is married to a man named Rico and they have two kids, Anabel and Matteo. Others from Encanto also have kids, but most are currently unnamed.

Ships

Ben X Mal -- also known as Bal

Doug X Evie -- also known as Devie

Jane X Carlos -- also known as Jarlos

Jay X Lonnie -- also known as Jonnie

Harry X Uma -- also known as Huma

Chad X Freddie -- also known as Chaddie

Gil X Ally -- also known as Gilly

Hadie X Audrey -- also known as Hadrey

Zevon X CJ -- also known as Zelista

Maleficent X Hades (after Maleficent's redemption) also known as Mades

Some other ships that aren't as focused on:

Anthony X Harriet (Anthoniet)

Jade X Diego (Jadiego)

Li'l Shang, Celia, and Dizzy are shipped with OCs:

Li'l Shang is shipped with Safiya

Dizzy is shipped with Alaric

Celia is shipped with Caelan

We also refer to (some) best friend pairs with combined names:

Jordan and Ally are Jolly

Mal and Evie are Mevie

Jane and Freddie are Jaddie

Uma and Audrey are Umdrey

Lonnie CJ are Lonista

Not a name combination, but Uma and Freddie are Shell Sisters

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onceuponalegendbg-rwby · 1 year

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RWBY Retrospective: The Four Color Trailers

-- The four color trailers started out as a proof of concept for an idea for a web series about four girls by the series creator, Monty Oum. The Red Trailer, which Oum animated by himself before bringing in others to help with the rest, was his pitch to the company, one that obviously worked out for him. This project in and of itself holds very little story relevance. There’s, of course, the little red hooded girl and her sniper scythe, the Grimm which will be revamped for the series proper, and the mysterious grave marker Little Red was visiting during her stroll through the snowy woods.

Even the song playing over it all gives us very little at first glance. We have the lyrics:

Red Like Roses fills my dreams,

And leads me to the place you rest,

White is cold and always yearning,

Burdened by a royal test,

Black the beast descends From Shadows,

Yellow beauty burns Gold

In hindsight, this is hinting at our other leading ladies, giving us a glimpse of what they’re like before going into the full instrumental. The music, along with Monty’s amazingly kinetic action, becomes the real star of the show here.

-- The White Trailer does give us a little more to work with, opening with the quote “Everyone is entitled to their own sorrow, for the heart has no metrics or form of measure. And all of it… irreplaceable.” The quotes are something that will carry over to the rest of the trailers and they do a good job of setting the tone for each one.

We’re also treated to our first small taste of voice acting as the disembodied announcer introduces us to ‘Weiss Schnee’ who will be the focus of this trailer. From here we have a similar set up to the first time out. A lone girl fighting off a threat while Jeff Williams’ amazing composition and Casey Lee Williams’ lovely vocals lead us through. And once again the color scheme is predominantly made up of black, white, and a splash of red outside of Weiss’ use of “magic.”

This character is encased in imagery of mirrors and reflection, not only in their use of the song Mirror Mirror but also in how we transition from her performing on stage to her fight against the giant suit of armor. All of this comes together to create the cold loneliness hinted at in Red Like Roses.

-- Now we move on to the Black Trailer which I feel actually stands out the most among its peers, at least in terms of its presentation.

The first two trailers had a real fairytale feel to them. We had Red Riding Hood fighting a horde of Big Bad Wolves and Snow White using “magic” to best a towering knight in shining armor. The music was eerily beautiful and haunting. Here we’re treated to a heavy rock duet while our two leads slash through robots during what seems to be a train heist. This will also showcase the first of many of Jeff’s signature guitar solos to come.

Throughout this trailer our two leads show off their incredible synchronicity as they make their way through the train, alluding to a long, shared history between them. They’re partners. At least, that’s how it appears. As the sequence progresses, however, the feeling of Adam overshadowing Blake in her own trailer becomes more obvious. He’s the first voice we hear. He’s the one that gets in the first shot against the enemy. He saves Blake at one point. He is clearly giving the orders on this mission. He’s the one that gets to have the super ultra cool finishing move against the boss. The trailer properly opens with Blake set against the vibrant red tree line.

The quote that this trailer opens with is “Your hopes have become my burden. I will find my own liberation.” And at the very end, that’s exactly what Blake sets out to do as she literally and figuratively cuts ties with her partner. This is the moment that the trailer finally, finally becomes about her as her black silhouette stands out starkly against the pure red backdrop and she leaves Adam behind.

-- And with that, it’s time we talk about the fourth and final trailer, the Yellow Trailer. “Scathing eyes ask that we be symmetrical, one sided and easily processed. Yet every misshapen spark’s unseen beauty is greater than its would be judgement.” This is the first thing we are shown in Yang’s trailer. This quote is asking its audience to not take everything they’re about to be shown at face value. It’s something that’s highlighted not even two minutes later when Junior of all people underestimates Yang as she enters the club.

Yang plays her part at first, strutting into the club and lowering Junior’s guard with some banter so that she can extract information out of him. What transpires from here is an all-out brawl, once again showing off some of Monty’s excellent choreography which at points does look like the combatants are dancing. In the end it all culminates in one final punch from Yang as, surprise, Little Red makes an appearance. It feels almost like a full circle moment, bringing together the first and last trailer.

Yang’s trailer has some interesting choices on display. Throughout most of it we hear remixes of Red Like Roses, Mirror Mirror, and From Shadows before we get into Yang’s own anthem I Burn. And it’s not even the actual version of the song but another remix. This does suit the club setting, but it still feels like a choice worth noting.

This trailer also significantly breaks away from the others’ black, white, and red color scheme. Those colors are still prominent in the trailer, but Yang’s golden mane is hard to ignore, as well as the brown and orange present in the rest of her design. This trailer also comes across as the most grounded, or at least as close to grounded as baseball bat rocket launchers and shotgun gauntlets can be. Instead of fairytales and sci-fi we have a girl beating down thugs in a night club.

-- The four trailers work well as a hook into the series for newcomers. They show off our four leads, provide some mystery, as well as present us with some excellent spectacle in the colors and action. While they aren’t entirely necessary for the viewing experience of the show, most would say they’re worth a watch as there are some callbacks.

Some General and Unfiltered Thoughts

I genuinely enjoy the trailers. Not only is it just fun to go back and compare where the show started to how it is now, but they are truly just a joy to watch. The music and action really are the highlights of these videos. Not surprising.

I was shocked that Blake’s trailer was the one I had the most to say about and the one I had a more thorough storyline I wanted to discuss because of the four trailers hers is admittedly my least favorite. Or at least it was when I first got into the show back in 2016. Meanwhile, I had the hardest time really getting my thoughts gathered about Yang’s trailer despite her being my favorite character in the show. Period.

There really is a lot of symbolism to work with when regarding the Black Trailer though so perhaps it isn’t that surprising.

All in all, while a little clunky in some areas this is the show’s starting point and it’s such a special and memorable one.

#rwby #ruby rose #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #long post #I have no idea what I'm doing #hope this entertains someone though #thank you crwby #rwby positive #retrospective

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This tumblrina/dumbass accidentally deleted an ask sent by @peonierose, but it took me a while to create these, so I'm posting anyway 😅

What is something you love about your MC / OC? You can create and share anything you’d like 😍 HC‘s, moodboards, edits or drabbles. Have fun and gush about your MC / OC 🥰

Also what made you create your MC /OC what was your inspiration?

Daphne is super creative and I love that she adds an artistic touch to everything she does. Her mother was artist as well, so she was raised in a environment where she was constantly influenced by her mother's career in music theatre and developed her skills on music, dancing and visual arts.

Her artistic side shows on how she expresses herself (from the many paintings of inspired by her loved ones to her clothing style), to how she hosts parties for friends and family (e.g. choosing dishes with the nicest presentation and folding napkins). Her passion to make everything more aesthetic pleasing knows no bounds and her partner, grandmother and even her mother-in-law wholeheartedly approve it.

Daphne was inspired by canon D&D MC. Back then I was insecure about writing period pieces and writing in British English (I mostly learned US English, so every now and then an US American slang still slips 😅), but I really wanted to write Prince Hamid. So I chose to bring them to the 21st century and make Daphne an English/Chinese descendant that lived in US most of her life.

I love Jade's boldness. This is something that already exists in TRR MC and I chose to keep it as part of Jade's personality. She is a woman with a tragic past, many losses, mental illness. She had to grow up faster, learn how to be tough faster. And even she becomes happily married and mother of three, she knows life isn't a fairytale and she isn't afraid to speak her mind and to fight for what she believes in and for her loved ones.

Jade is also based on canon TRR MC, but not quite. I understand why TRR MC is written without a backstory, but when I decided to write TRR fanfiction, I wanted to her to have her own story and give her real motivation to leave her life behind to pursue a man she barely knew.

The whole complexity of her character came after I had written a few chapters and have planned a few things for the series. MC suffered a sexual assault attempt, she has her reputation and loyalty to Liam constantly questioned by Cordonian tabloids, she endured a series of life threats... It wouldn't make sense to me if this girl, who went through all this shit and already had a heavy of baggage before, still had the "yay, I'm royalty! Bring me my fancy big hat" vibe canon MC has.

#ocs ask #daphne wang #jade bourbon

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5, 10, 19, + 22 for kai <33

[oc questions]

ty ty <3

5. what character from myth or fairytale best represents them?

not a perfect match but possibly arthur - something something destiny, descendant meant for change, people rallying behind him.

10. what piece of moody poetry or novel quote best encompasses your character?

“I have no meaning unless I’m wounded, torn apart and sacrificed…” —georges bataille

19. how would their life be different if they had never met their partner?

the plot of SOR wouldn’t have happened

without theron’s mutual support as a partner and grounding presence, kai would be still a little off the rails with recklessness, fighting himself on destiny and expectations, and stuck trying to protect the whole damn galaxy without the gentle intimacy of someone being right there with him through it and choosing to look out for him. and especially not sure if he could’ve handled vitiate in his head again without theron being there for him.

22. what is some advice or guidance they received that had a big impact on their lives or outlook? was it a positive or negative impact?

pretty much everything master orgus said to him on rishi - the perspective was much needed at the time, and the opportunity to use his hands to rebuild rather than fight, and facing what happened to him rather than continuing to hold onto it all affected him in a major but positive way.

#the martyr complex is BOOMING with this one #asked and answered #storyofthemoon #oc: kaizen amhi

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moved-to-void-kissed · 2 years

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How the final addition to Adriana’s team during the main story evolved for the first time. (793 words) Takes place before Adri acquires her sixteenth Gym Badge in the Reborn League.

Probably not the lore post anyone was expecting, including myself, but I had a lot of fun writing it and am proud of how it turned out, so here! ^-^

This piece is possibly the most egregious example of "if you know, you know" ever, considering that there are no less than about twenty references that aren't directly spelled out, but it was still a very fun exercise in wordplay, so I hope everyone who reads it can still enjoy what they read!

Reblogs of and comments on my work are always appreciated, but never required! A transcript of the document is also available under the readmore.

From the moment the sword had risen up from its pedestal at her approach, Adriana had been aware of how eager it was to battle. She had named it Corybantia - a name that sounded elegant and refined to the less studious ear, but in reality reflected its frenzied and often wild fighting style. To begin with, it was one sword, silver-bladed and adorned with an ancient blue cloth - one which she was well aware not to try and take hold of, and was also quick to note was always kept flicked up and out of her reach. It stayed close to her side as she journeyed across the sands of Tourmaline Desert, able to withstand the near-constant sandstorms that otherwise would slowly wear away at the rest of her team. As it travelled, and it battled, it quickly proved its might and settled well into its place alongside her, as if it was somehow aware that she had used a similar style of sword as her first journey’s first-obtained battle partner. Though where this sword and its shield had been a wartime regalia passed down to and through her noble family, old yet incredibly experienced and calm yet dignified in its strength, this singular blade was completely different in its energetic and forceful movements. The so-called vagrant scion travelling with her, a dear friend and runaway heir, had commented that it was likely not exactly the selfsame blade that had once been enshrined at the top of the mirage-hidden tower - the original sword that had supposedly defeated the renegade insurgent. However, that weapon’s descendant would soon come to protect its wielder’s.

It happened when the pair had finally made their way to Titania’s fairytale, and became separated while traversing the castle at wit’s end. Adriana had woken up in the tower that unpurposefully shared Corybantia’s name - stone for steel, yet both cold, and alone. When she had climbed her way out, to a place created once upon a waste of time, she soon met with the fairytale’s guardian, who had given her the once-treasured yet now-unwanted seals of love; the bracelets’ sapphire shine reminded both of the leapt-from waterfall. Then she spotted her friend stranded far above on the parapet, like a fledgling hawk not quite able to fly the nest yet. She had attempted to make her way up to him as his red scarf blew in the wind, but the iridescent staircases took her downwards instead, into the belly of the beast. A statue of a legendary dragon seemingly came to life in its den, though its flaring flames of white truth were eventually quelled. Taking cautious steps beyond its once-again-petrified watch, walking up to where the dragon’s back was now turned to her, she came face-to-face with the unmoving figure of a knight in stained armour.

“So, she gave you the bracelets freely. Why don’t you do the same for me?”

“Never! You hold no power over me, or anyone else in this world for that matter!”

“Do you really think you can stand up to me? Even after what happened to your precious Champion?”

As that soulless thing that had shattered the champion amethyst spoke, the soul-touched girl realised her voice was not coming from the knight’s body, still standing unwillingly unmoving. Her sword came to her hand, and then she saw the red and silver hair of the guardian exile. She was just about to launch an attack that would surely strike true through the false target.

For the sake of the red scarf, the blue cloth turned pink, and then all of a sudden there were two of it - two cloths, two sheaths, and two unsheathed swords pointing fiercely in opposite directions. One remained grasped in Adriana’s left hand, pointing aggressively behind her; the other swung round and forwards with enough speed and strength to meet its fully-evolved brethren and stagger it. The clash of steel and spirits sent a resounding clang through the volcanic dragon’s den, and the impact was in close enough proximity to the unmoving knight for his helmet to fly off.

“What are you doing?!” Titania cried, but her warrior’s force was quelled once she noticed the truth. Corybantia’s second blade returned to fight alongside the first, while the runaway heir tried to pick himself up from the ground he had been thrown down to. He could do nothing except feel a tiny amount of relief, still dazed and confused even as the enemy was routed, and he was freed from the armour imprisoning him.

This was not an outcome that had been foreseen, and nor would it turn out to be the way things had to go. Yet somewhere far away, a starcrosser smiled to know the broken-winged boy had been saved.

#a call from the void #creations from the void #pokémon selfshipping #though only because this is about me protecting taka who is one of my platonic F/Os #this post is okay to reblog!#selfship #selfshipping #self-inserts #self-insert: soul-touched (adriana)#adriana's pokémon #friend: the hawk with the broken wing (taka)#of leagues and trainers (pokémon)#of a city reborn (pokémon reborn)#ask to tag #I wrote this with the aim to see how far I could get with it without it being obvious that it's pokémon #but to clarify: corybantia is adriana's honedge and this writing describes the moment where it evolves into a doublade #it is the second time she has owned a member of the honedge line since in her previous journey through kalos she had an aegislash #its name was regalia and it was actually the ancestral regalia of her family that has been passed down through her line #since she comes from a noble family #also to those on my tag list getting a second notification for this: I accidentally deleted the post trying to reblog it #I am so sorry #heart of the void #somehow forgot that tag too #I really need to sleep

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* ˚ ✰ — ‘ FAIRYTALE ’ t.mitsuya

. . . WARNINGS / TAGS: smut - 18+, minors do not interact, dark content, knife play, blood play, marking, getting aroused at seeing blood, breeding, royalty au, king!mitsuya, assassin!reader, enemies to not lovers but they fuck. wc - 1.5k

. . . SYNOPSIS: your plan to assassinate king mitsuya on the day of his coronation was… unsuccessfully successful.

it was the event of the century, to say the very least. people from across the world were there to witness the coronation of mitsuya takashi, including yourself.

though, being one of the rebel assassins set to kill the royal family didn’t deem you worthy of an invitation to the extraordinary event.

it was a game of cat and mouse, you and the prince - soon to be king. every time there was a rebel attack you’d leave a trace of yourself for the dashing royal: a hair-tie, an earring, one time it was a dagger with your name engraved on it. mitsuya takashi would take it before anyone would notice, but you did. he prayed that one day he would catch you and stop your silly movement for good.

the ball was breathtaking. the light of the chandeliers bounced off the gold accessories of the attendees, shining from head to toe in only the most expensive attire. at the far end of the room a prince - no, king, sat on his throne, his mother to his right and his two little sisters to his left. a golden crown encrusted with diamonds and pearls graced his head, looking lavish on his lilac hair. he has already been crowned as king. maidens flocked around near the steps of the throne, waiting for the king to come down and dance with one of them. but he didn’t glance in their direction, no. he was looking at you.

how bold of you to sneak to his coronation, and how bold of you to look like the most gorgeous person there. your blue gown sparkled in the light. it looked as though icicles were gracefully falling from your neck to your torso. the blue brought the silver embellishments to life, giving the gown a winter wonderland feeling.

mitsuya wanted nothing more than to paint the gorgeous gown in red.

the king got off his throne and descended down the stairs. all the ladies rushed over to him, begging and pleading for him to dance. but he paid them no mind as he strode over to you, his hand out in invitation.

“may i have this dance?” the king asked the rebel. with a soft smile, you accepted as the orchestra began playing a new song.

you knew this one, it was a classic. you knew every step as the king twirled you around the ballroom floor. you were aware all eyes were on you, yet you didn’t mind at all. you thoroughly enjoyed the attention that was on you and your dance partner right now. after all, this is probably the last time they'll see their precious king alive.

the song came to an end and you graciously curtsied. the king bowed back, his eyes not breaking contact with yours. “shall we take a walk?” the king suggested. with fire burning in your veins you agreed and took his arm as you walked out the hall.

your plan was finally working. you’ll kill him, that’s what you’ll do. a knife will slice his throat, and before the guards will be able to scream that their king is dead, you’ll be long gone, far away from the glittering palace.

however, you didn’t think the king would push you into a storage closet, a sharp, rubied knife a centimeter away from your throat.

“you think i don’t know who you are?” mitsuya whispered. it was dark and you couldn’t see him in the damned closet, but you didn’t need to see his face to know that there was a dark glint in his eyes. “the rebel assassin sneaking into my palace. how foolish of you.”

“i’m honored you remembered me,” you answered, sliding a hand up his clothed chest, completely ignoring the sharp blade by your neck. at your actions, mitsuya faltered.

he scoffed. “if you think i don’t know the rebels of my own kingdom, you’d be dead wrong.”

“dead? that’s a funny joke.”

“it’s funny until you’re the one on the ground, assassin.”

your hand moved up to his neck, soft skin gracing your fingertips as you wrapped your arms around him. at the same time, mitsuya’s knife traveled down your neck to your collarbone and gently pressed down, hard enough to indent your skin, but soft enough where he didn’t draw blood.

“you’re playing a very dangerous game, your majesty,” you muttered, inching your face closer to his.

mitsuya didn’t hesitate to close the distance between you two, knocking the breath out of you in an instant. his soft lips felt hot against yours and he bit down, hard. a quiet moan left your lips as mitsuya dropped his knife from your collarbone and pulled you closer to him. his free hand pressed against the wall, caging you in.

your plan was to assassinate the king, not make out with him.

but the way his lips trailed down your neck had you gasping for air. keep to the plan, keep to the plan, you said to yourself, however, your thoughts were clouded when mitsuya bit down and continuously sucked on a certain spot on your neck. you resisted the urge to moan as he continued sucking and licking your neck, bruising everywhere his lips would touch. finally, he pulled away and leaned his forehead against yours. “by the time i’m done with you, the guards will find you dripping with my cum down your legs and your blood down your neck.”

his words aroused you and you didn’t hesitate to start unbuttoning his pants, which immediately fell to the floor. his strong hands ripped the tulle skirt of your dress, leaving only an inch or two of skirt to cover your soaking panties.

mitsuya stripped you of your panties and held it in display for you to see despite the darkness of the closet. “so wet for me.”

“i can’t help but get aroused at the thought of your blood on my hands.”

“is that so?”

he angled himself at your entrance, the tip of his cock teased your cunt. again, you fought the urge to moan and beg him to fuck you, but you didn’t allow yourself to open your mouth. mitsuya noticed and bit your earlobe. “don’t be shy. moan, assassin. scream my name, because it’s going to be the last words that ever leave your mouth.”

without warning, he inserted his cock in your wet cunt, slipping inside more easily than he expected. an accidental gasp left your lips as you grasped onto mitsuya’s shirt, resulting in a smirk from him. he slipped out and thrusted, first slowly, then quickening. his pace was brutal, pounding into you with no sense of stopping at all. it felt so good, too good to be true. the king had you seeing stars, but still you refused to moan his name, and he noticed. he removed his hand from your waist and pressed the knife against your arm.

“still not moaning my name?”

you laughed in his face, not wanting him to see your pleasure, although he was able to feel it. “i never will.”

he cocked his head and pressed the tip of the knife to your arm and carved a line, not ceasing his thrusts for even a second. your blood dripped down your wrist and the droplets fell to the floor, and you felt pure bliss.

mitsuyas hand fell from the wall and to your clit instead, harshly rubbing it as he pounded into you. he growled in your ear, “say it. say my fucking name.

it was too much. way too much for you to handle, but you refused. another line on your arm.

“scream it, sweetheart.”

“no,” tears were streaming down your face at this point. mitsuya rubbed harsher with one hand and carved another two lines on your arm when you realized.

he was writing the letter M with his dagger on your skin.

marking you.

you were so close to cumming, he was making you feel so damn good. he could tell you were close from the way you tightened around his cock. you told yourself you wouldn’t cum, you wouldn’t show how much the king was pressuring you, but you weren’t able to hold back much longer as you came, your juices dripping down to the ripped tulle on the floor.

“fuck, fuck… mitsuya!” you screamed, releasing all the moans you were holding back. your fingernails clawed at his clothed back, ripping holes into his silk shirt. your fingers dug themselves in his thick, lilac hair, pulling at the feeling. the blood on your arm continued to drip as your legs shook around him.

“your moans are so beautiful, assassin,” mitsuya said. with a heavy grunt and a moan, mitsuya came in you. his cum dripped down your legs and mixed with the blood on the floor.

the closet was silent, the only sounds being your pants in the tiny room. chest heaving, he lifted his dagger to your neck and you lifted your hidden dagger to his.

— © mtsuyas 2022: do not repost

. . . TAGLIST: @sakusins @mitsuika @lumilovessanzu @p-antomime @ghoejo @winterv-black

#mitsuya #mitsuya takashi #mitsuya smut #mitsuya takashi smut #mitsuya x reader #mitsuya x reader smut #mitsuya imagines #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x reader smut #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers imagines #tokyo revengers mitsuya #anime smut #anime fics #+ writing.

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fxirytxlcfxtc · 8 months

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For @descended-from-fairytales - Serious Attention Whore Starring Daniel Davis NSFW

Daniel huffs, pouting to himself as he walks into the room and finds Waylon asleep. That's no fun, he wanted attention.

Well...

There was a way to get it, now that he thinks about it.

Biting his lip, Daniel crawls up into bed with the other, watching him sleep for a moment with a slightly cocked head, before trailing his hands down the other's body, feeling him, enjoying it before he starts stroking him. Gently, gently. He doesn't want to wake him up just yet.

#* nsfw.#* muse {daniel davis}#* relationship {forgiven secrets}#* relationship {secret stars}#* main verse {we are not our parents!}#* partner {descended from fairytales}

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saphirered · 3 years

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Caduceus and Percy separate prompts with platonic or life-partner reader where reader got taken by an entity and has now been found... working for the other side with eyes that shine a wrong colour and a grin too wide- everything screaming Wring as they prepare to attack, whatever they’ve done, that’s not y/n.

Hope this turned out the way you wanted it 😘

Percy:

The Feywild is a dangerous place. Everyone (everyone with half a brain that is) is aware of that. When it became apparent you were going to travel to the Feywild some were indifferent, others ecstatic and then there was you; wary. Of course you tried to keep it to yourself seeing Percy’s excitement. How could you not? He was like a child learning he could visit the wonderful magical world of fairytales he heard growing up. You were raised with different versions of those fairytales. No. In your versions the pixies didn’t dance with the child they found. Instead the child was sent into madness to wander the endless plane until their gruesome end. You didn’t want to burst Percy’s bubble of joy. You’d be a good friend, companion and partner and support him.

Of course from the moment you arrived Percy pointed out the beautiful flowers and plants and creatures; things he had read about in his books. He paid the price in the end getting blinded. Luckily that was an easy fix and made him a bit more hesitant, instead taking up on your advice to look and not touch.

Traversing the forests you swore you could hear something. Like whispers. But you weren’t able to make out the words nor understand the language. The others heard nothing so it must have been the wind. You still didn’t trust it and turned to Percy for his advise. He too brushed it off as the wind. Nothing to worry about right? Right. Nevertheless, Percy offered to keep an eye out and check in with you if it would ease your mind.

Percy witnessed your slow descend into madness. Though he’s ashamed to admit he didn’t see it until it was too late. He was so caught up in the task Vox Machina came here for and satisfying his pursuit of knowledge about the Feywild. Too caught up living his dreams. He should have known better. He read about all of this so how could he not have known what you were experiencing, the whispers no one else could hear were the beginnings of a curse bestowed by a powerful evil fey creature?

When this curse took hold you tried to fight it but you weren’t strong enough. No one understood. No one paid you mind or cared enough to notice something was up. This wasn’t a curse! This was a blessing and this fey whispering in your ear made you see the truth! These people didn’t care about you. Percy certainly didn’t because look at him, he should have noticed. He should have had your side but he didn’t! You were all alone but now you had a new friend to guide you. A blessing indeed.

But You knew your friends longer enough to know they’d never let you go. The fey showed you as much. They couldn’t be trusted and certainly not Percy so you had to get rid of them. Then you could finally be with your true friend, your only friend. They would even protect you from the horrors of the Feywild unlike the people you came with.

Resting up, Percy was nodding off sitting against a tree. He was quite shocked to be awoken by cold sharp metal being pressed to his neck. It’s when he noticed the purple glow in your eyes and near radiant translucent dusting across your skin, a determined and wicked expression on your face. Thinking you were some illusion or perhaps a fey trying to impersonate you ready to kill at a moment’s notice he was quick to shout for the others and try to fight you off but you were determined to kill him, all of them.

Why did Percy have to ruin it? Why did he have to wake up before you had your chance? Even now he pesters you by keeping you away from your new friend! He made this harder than it had to be so he’d pay the price for it. But Vox Machina is strong so you’d have to be careful. Though, you had your new friend at your side, right? They’d keep you safe now and help you get rid of these pesky little traitors. You were so sure they would.

Seeing it was really you and realising what he had missed before hurt Percy deeply. How could he have been so stupid? He blames himself for the fate that befell you. He claimed to be knowledgable about the fey and the Feywild but the most obvious things went over his head. He promised to be there for you and he wasn’t in the end. Worst is, he felt like he condemned you to a fate he had fought to avoid for himself. Different entities but same idea. He concluded that you might never forgive him for allowing this to happen.

The fight ensued and you fought Vox Machina but heavily outnumbered you didn’t stand a chance, luckily they weren’t prepared to kill you just yet. Your friend would come save you right? They’d be there for you and help rid you of the traitors. Kicking and screaming you fought against Percy’s grip as he head you in place allowing Keyleth to remove the curse from your mind.

When the curse lost its hold and you were free once more you felt weak. Percy’s hold turned into a hug as he whispered all the apologies under the eternal dusk he could think of. He wasn’t really to blame and it took a lot to get that through his thick skull. That didn’t mean he didn’t spend many many weeks, months even, trying to make up for it.

Of course Percy wouldn’t be him if he didn’t have a good amount of ammunition with the name of the fey that dared curse you on it, and a lovely place above a fireplace to display their head. You couldn’t entirely disagree with his wishes but you both would be more mindful of the dangers of the Feywild in the future.

Caduceus:

When you’d gone missing a few times at first the Nein thought you had popped off like Yasha used to do before… well we all know what happened. You too had returned to the life of the living by the grace of whatever entity had taken pity on you. Little did you know you were an experiment in a bigger plot and that entity did not take pity on you. No, you had a price to pay for the life you were given. First you always thought the price was your memories. You don’t recall much from your life before your return. Vague flashes, some names and people but not a life time worth of them. You’d be left with fragmented amnesia every couple of months, returning from somewhere you had no idea where from or why but you’d come to accept this. A small price right?

When you learned Yasha had experienced something similar, with the memories you thought it was scary but since there were also many difference you didn’t connect it and brushed it aside as separate things. You remained wary though. Then on your hunt for Obann and Yasha’s freedom you kept feeling something in the back of your head. You pushed it aside having more important things than a nagging headache. You’d have terrible nightmares and feel the constant urge to wander off into the night but you fought it.

You confided in Caduceus, as you felt he was the only person that wouldn’t think you were going crazy or brush this off as stress. As a healer he ran tests, together you speculated what could have caused this, but all results came back empty. Physically you were fine. Mentally, you were as good as its gonna get. Reasonably speaking nothing you can remember should be causing this. So to ease your worries, and his, Caduceus would keep tabs on you, checking in with you whenever he could or noticed you were a bit out of it. It gave the both of you a sense of security and safety despite it all.

Then you came face to face with Obann. He called you home. Not you, something that’s taken hold over your mind and body leaving you feeling like nothing but a witness to the entity in control. You were nothing but a vessel for a previously incorporeal demon. You wanted to cry out, go back to your friends, tell them you didn’t leave or abandon them but you couldn’t. It hurt so much to leave the people you loved so much behind and now be forced to work against them.

The Nein went out looking for you and Yasha, to stop the Chained Oblivion and eventually Obann sent you to tell them to back off. This demon possessing you may sound like you but those who listen closely and read between the lines would catch on this being didn’t talk like you.

The rest of the Nein might have considered the fact you were a traitor playing your part in this grand scheme but Caduceus knew better. He caught on to the act of this demon, insightful and perceptive as he is. He knows you better than you might know yourself and while this entity was good, it was not good enough to fool him. That didn’t stop the demon from trying to convince them you’d been with the Angel of Irons cult since the beginning but the more lies one speaks, the more cracks show and the demon fell through.

The demon at this point knowing the jig was up didn’t bother to keep up the facade. No need to hide the glowing demonic eyes and gaunt features caused by this creature. It even managed to make your body move in a way you didn’t think you’d be capable of, like a predator stalking prey, ready to tear them to bits.

“Your friend is gone. They’ll be dearly missed but don’t worry. You’ll be reunited soon enough.” Lies. You were still in there watching this all play out. The screaming and lashing out within your mind seemed to affect the creature enough to allow your friends to catch on to the sudden mental struggle the demon was fighting internally.

The Nein tried everything. Previous encounters with fiends gave them some experience in the field but their knowledge was still severely lacking. Dispel magic did nothing as you weren’t under the effects of a spell. Nor did hitting the demon out of you. Beau tried many times. And since there’s not really time for an exorcism in the middle of a battle with a demon inhabiting your body, they were at a loss.

It’s not uncommon for the Nein to feel like they’re taking buckets out of the ocean in the hopes to lower the water, Caduceus is not one to lose hope quickly but even he had to admit things were not looking good and more hopeless with every failed attempt to save you.

Caduceus prayed to the Wild Mother for her guidance, not willing to kill you to get this creature out. But no matter how much it may pain him, bringing you back from the threshold of death might be the only way for you to return to your own body again. If it works because who’s to say the entity won’t return right there with you. His options were running out.

Caduceus once promised you to make sure you’d be alright. He plans to uphold that promise no matter what but the path may be somewhat unconventional even by his standards. He won’t give up and the Nein will have his back throughout all of this.

Caduceus would make sure you’d return home safe and sound no matter where it would take him. You’ll be back in the end. He won’t abandon you no matter what happens.

#critical role x reader #critrole x reader #caduceus x reader #percy x reader #vox machina x reader #mighty nein x reader

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alustriel-the-star · 2 years

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Itachi Uchiha & Alustriel Senju -his girlfriend

Note: Just a headcanon for my oc . Some small info how she was born, who is she , how she got involved with Itachi. I am planing to write their story title for the story will be: The Jinchuriki's Love

Tagging: @uchiha-bride Thank you for the help and guidence how to do this.

@mukagentropy my bestie, my rp partner, we came to this. I will turn their lives into storyline, into fantasy, into fairytale. Some of it we already did trough rp - some will be new things we never touched ..... Cross fingers that I can do this, without chickening out

Name : Alustriel

Clan: Senju

Age: 23

Birthdate: February 24

Sex: Female

Status : Alive

Height: 1.63 cm

Weight: 48kg

Blood Type: B

Classification: Jinchūriki, Sensor Type, Healer.

Occupation: Healing unit under Tsunade

Affiliation: Konohagakure(living there now) Born-Kirigakure

Team: Team 2 ( after that regrouped to random teams when needed)

Partner: Itachi Uchiha, Shisui Uchiha and Neji Hyūga

Family: Father-Name unknown, Mother -name unknown

Nature type: Water release.

Background

-The Saiken was sealed inside Alustriels body. -

-She was born in Kirigakure -Village Hidden in the Mist-

-Alustriel was a victim of the conspiracy bettwen Kirigakure and Konohagakure. -

-Danzo did all he could to get her. The moment this man knew she is descendant of the Senju clan. There was no stopping him.-

-Alustriel never knew that she is from the Senju clan. Till Tsunade showed interest in her.-

- Alustriel is she is unaware of aware of the beast living inside her.-

-Danzo pushed Alustriel closer and closer to Uchiha clan. His hope was that the beast would do the rest.-

-But always there was this force in Alustriel that would make her train, that would make her push her body to the limits.

-Every time Alustriel would feel insecure she would train. Running,push ups,training chakra control all that was calming her down.

-Alustiel had team mates but no friends. No one ever told her that she needed them. She felt lonely but didn't know how to change that.-

-After coming from one of her mission, she was notified, that the next mission she would be assigned to Itachi Uchiha and Shisui Uchiha.-

-Alustriel kept spending more time with the Uchiha's then within the village-

-Alustriel found friendship support and care with them. They told her what is insde of her. But they never abandoned her-

-Itachi suddeenly changed she could not understand it why-

-Itachi said... Go away. Why you come back? You are not Uchiha! Stop bothering Shisui! Itachi's only way to save Alustriel from the tragedy that was about ot happen. At that point Alustriel didn't knew that he love her.

-Shisui would comfort her like an brother would.That was the last time she saw him alive. Alustriel cried in his arms. He said that all will be okay. "I wish that I am Uchiha too." Shisui simple answered -it's better that you are not."-

-After the masacre Alustriel was under the care of Inuzuka Clan. Thanks to them she developed summoning jutsu. It was natural to be animal. Like Kakashi she could summon three wolves.-

-She made three escape attempts from the village. Why? To find Itachi. Secretly she was doing a resreach, she knew the truth.-

-She had dealings with Orochimaru, has a cruse mark as a "gift"-

-From Inuzuka she fell into the hands of Hyūga-

-First time everybody saw her beast coming out to light was when Itachi fell after the fight with Sasuke.-

-Alustriel almost used all her chakra healing Itachi. She was five days in coma after that-

-Itachi was recovering faster. Every day he would demand to see Alustriel even when she was unable to move or speak to him-

-First date Alustriel and Itachi had after all the hardships was night of the summer festival-

-Alustriel still has to tell him about the curse mark, and about her heritage -

#oc #naruto #oc headcanons #uchiha itachi #itachi uchiha #itachi #shisui uchiha #uchiha shisui #itachi x oc #neji hyuga #inuzuka clan #uchiha clan #orochimaru #sasuke

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cheri-translates · 3 years

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[CN] Victor’s Business Trip Date

🍒 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for a date, 出差之约, which has not been released in EN! 🍒

Note: This date features S2 Victor, but contains no main storyline spoilers!

[ This date was released on 13 May 2021 ]

"This flight will be reaching its destination soon. Please fasten your seatbelts...”

Hearing the announcement, I shift my gaze away from the notebook laptop, rubbing my slightly swollen eyes.

The company recently took up an important collaboration, which is why I had to make final amendments to the proposal even in the middle of a business trip.

Drawing up the window at the side, what enters my vision is a patch of deep blue. Above the vast water, the small islands are reminiscent of dark emerald gems.

MC: So beautiful...

It’s as if I’m able to sense the greenery from across the window, and it adds a tinge of anticipation to this trip.

Even though the reason why I’m here is to attend an international meeting spanning three days.

The moment I step out of the airport, I see the apologetic expression on the staff’s face.

Staff: Hello, are you Miss MC?

MC: It’s me. Did something happen?

Staff: I’m incredibly sorry. Because of our negligence, the car that was supposed to pick you up is scheduled to arrive only in the afternoon. However, another guest has agreed to share a car with you to the venue.

MC: That’s fine, as long as the other party doesn’t mind.

When we reach the carpark, my brows arch at the sight of a long Bentley. I can’t help but criticise silently that the host would use a car with such high specifications.

The staff steps aside to pull the door open. I bend and enter the car, prepared to thank this important guest whom I have disturbed.

MC: Hello, thank you...

Lifting my eyes, I meet an indifferent face.

MC: ...Victor?!

In the spacious car, Victor is wearing a black suit as he typically does, a thin picture album in his hands.

Since Victor, who should be at another end of the earth, has appeared before my eyes, I’m unable to react immediately.

MC: ...what are you doing here?!

Victor: Why can’t I be here? LFG receives an invitation from the host each year. This year is no exception.

He glances at the time on the television screen installed in the car. He taps his knuckles against the picture album, his tone calm.

Victor: Also, who else would be willing to wait fifteen minutes for you.

I clear my throat hastily, displaying a brilliant smile.

MC: I have to give CEO Victor a proper thanks for waiting patiently then! But I really didn’t expect you to attend the meeting personally. Didn’t you always refuse in previous years?

Victor looks at me with slight surprise.

Victor: You remember these things really clearly. I happen to have time this year, and...

He pauses, his gaze landing on me.

Victor: I wanted to see if a certain acclaimed producer is just as skilful and at ease when faced with an international collaborative partner.

Hearing the mildly teasing tone in Victor’s words, I can't help but crinkle my eyes into a smile.

MC: In that case, I definitely won’t disappoint CEO Victor. This meeting is really important to our company. I’m bringing out one hundred percent of my fighting spirit, which I haven’t done in a very long time.

While speaking, I scoot backwards into the soft chair. With Victor at my side, the tension that I’ve been experiencing is finally alleviated slightly.

MC: Fortunately, the host arranged for the venue to be at a resort. We can have a good rest too. I heard the scenery on that small island is pretty good. And there are lots of kittens...

Victor: I’m guessing the reason why you came here to attend the meeting was for the resort.

Hearing this, I stare at the picture album in his hands. The page which has been flipped open happens to be the view I saw from the plane. It’s clearly a brochure for this place.

MC: CEO Victor, aren’t you looking at a brochure?

Victor: It was to while the time away while waiting for someone.

Even though I’ve exposed Victor, his expression remains unchanged. He closes the brochure composedly, which has a few images of cat paws on it.

Victor: Do you want to look at it?

MC: No need. Actually, the main reason why I came here isn’t for the resort.

Victor: Then what is it?

The expression in my eyes changes, revealing a smile.

MC: My reason is very obvious. It’s to expand our company’s influence internationally, and obtain a few more million dollars’ worth of LFG’s investments.

Victor doesn’t refute my words. Instead, he folds his arms in front of his chest and leans against the wall of the car, meeting my eyes calmly.

Victor: What do you plan to do?

MC: Before coming here, I noted down the organisers and brands, then wrote proposals based on their preferences and styles. But from the looks of it, there seems to be a faster method.

I smile while facing Victor, speaking unhurriedly.

MC: For instance... getting close to an extremely important guest at the meeting.

Victor arches his brows, the upward curl at the corners of his lips softening his well-defined features.

Victor: I’ll look forward to it then.

The meeting that spanned the entire afternoon finally comes to a temporary end. After politely turning down an invitation to the dinner banquet, I leave the venue, standing outside and taking in breaths of fresh air.

Victor: Why are you hiding here?

Turning my head, I see Victor who appears to be leaving as well.

MC: I’m heading back to rest and prepare for tomorrow’s main event. What about you? What are you planning to do?

He glances at the insuppressible fatigue on my face, then continues walking.

Victor: Like you, I’m heading back to rest.

He doesn’t walk quickly, as though waiting for me to chase after him. Curling the corners of my lips, I speed up my footsteps and follow him.

In this resort surrounded by water, exquisite glass houses sit among the elegant scenery, reminiscent of illustrations from a fairytale.

Two small wooden signboards with cats drawn on them attract my attention, and I continuously turn my head around to peer at them.

Victor: What are you looking at that has left you unable to walk properly?

MC: There’s a story written on these wooden signboards, and I find it interesting.

It’s a simple yet heartwarming short story: a mysterious kitten knocks on the door of guests, giving them a secret, warm gift.

MC: Do you think a kitten will knock on my window tonight?

I turn to Victor, saying this jokingly. However, he’s the same as always, shattering my imagination with his words.

Victor: It’s just an advertising tactic by the resort.

Kitten: Meow~

Before he finishes speaking, a soft sound drifts from the thick clump of grass at the side. My eyes brighten instantly.

MC: See? The Cat Resort lives up to its name.

Very soon, a calico cat leaps out from the thick grass, its black eyes seeming to scrutinise the both of us.

I squat down, wanting to reach out to play with it. However, it’s incredibly proud and aloof.

MC: ...what a cold cat.

The “cold” calico cat avoids my outstretched hand and goes to Victor’s feet, circling him in a clingy manner.

MC: Why is it only warm towards you?

Victor: Your earlier enthusiasm probably gave it a scare.

Kitten: Meow~ Meow meow~

The kitten lifts its tiny head, raising a paw and “condescendingly”��leaves two paw prints on Victor’s trousers before leaving in a leisurely manner.

Victor: ...

Watching it jump back into the grass, I retract my gaze, continuing forward with Victor.

MC: I didn't expect you to have an affinity with animals. Whenever I want to get close to the stray cats below the company building, I have to “give offerings” of cat food first.

The gentle evening breeze brushes past. In this leisurely atmosphere, Victor’s tone is casual and relaxed.

Victor: Maybe the cat food you bought doesn’t taste good.

MC: I buy high quality cat food, okay?

Engaging in idle chatter while walking, we soon reach the houses that have been prepared for us.

Detached glass houses scattered in a disorderly fashion appear before our eyes. What surprises me is that the small house Victor is staying in happens to face mine.

The two windows aren’t that far apart, and they face each other, conjuring a carefree atmosphere.

MC: I didn’t expect our residences to be so close by. This way, we could start chatting just by opening the windows.

Victor: ...I won’t do such a silly thing with you.

MC: I was just kidding. See you tomorrow! Rest early, CEO Victor.

Waving at him happily, I turn around and push open the door to the small glass house.

Everything in the small house is as exquisite as the exterior. Through the transparent ceiling, I can see the glow of sunset.

Now that I’ve returned to the residence, the exhaustion from the journey immediately spreads through my four limbs. With a “plonk”, I fall onto the soft bed.

It is only after releasing a huge breath that I think about shutting the curtains. When I walk over to the small balcony, I see the person standing opposite.

Victor is holding a cup of coffee at the window, and is currently meeting my gaze.

He has removed his outer jacket and has his sleeves rolled up, making his entire person seem much more relaxed. I can detect a smile from the expression in his eyes.

Recalling how I looked sprawled on the bed earlier, my face instantly heats up.

MC: [whispering] That’s so embarrassing...

Pretending to be calm, I shoot Victor a smile, then tug on the thick curtains firmly.

The room instantly descends into dimness, and also covers the slight tinge of red on my face.

Buzz buzz - at this moment, my phone vibrates.

Victor: There’s a meeting tomorrow. Sleep early, and don’t get overly excited.

Upon waking up, the room is so dark that there doesn’t seem to be any light coming in. Drawing the curtains, I realise that the sky’s almost dark.

Warm yellow lights from the opposite house enter my vision, reminiscent of tender candlelight in twilight.

At some point of time, it had started raining outside.

And behind that curtain of rain, there’s an indistinct figure.

Victor seems to be reading documents while sitting by the window.

MC: He’s still busy with work at this time?

After thinking about it, I put on a coat and sneak out of the door.

MC: Thanks for your help.

Carrying the congee I purchased as a take-out, I walk down the glass-roofed corridors. Falling rain patters outside the corridor, embellishing the night with even more coldness.

Kitten: Meow~

At this moment, a calico kitten suddenly appears at the side, and it’s clearly the same cat Victor and I met before.

With the same happy and contented gait, it comes up to me, then lifts its head to stare at me.

After being confused for a few seconds, I lift the congee in my hand, and the kitten’s line of sight slowly shifts upwards too.

MC: Turns out you’re just a little greedy cat despite your aloof appearance. But I can’t let you eat this. I still need to feed a “big cat”.

Despite me leaving mercilessly, the calico cat follows behind me all the way.

MC: Fine, you can visit Victor with me then.

It lets out an excited “meow”, though I’m unsure if it understood what I said.

MC: I’ll take that as an agreement.

When I walk to the small glass house, Victor’s room is still lit. I pick up the cat and lean towards the window, tapping on the window with a thud.

The figure sitting in front of the window pauses. The curtains which weren’t closed completely are pulled open.

Victor’s face appears in the window clearly. When he sees me and the cat in my arms, he’s slightly stunned for a moment, obvious surprise flashing across his face.

Warm light illuminates the room with a soft and comforting glow. Even Victor, who is sitting amidst the warm colour, seems to become much gentler.

Lifting the kitten’s paw, I wave it a few times in greeting.

MC: Hello Mr Victor. We’re here to give you a present.

He chuckles in resignation, the word “dummy” leaving his lips silently.

Victor sets the documents down neatly, then gets up to open the window. While supporting the window frame with a hand, he looks down at me with a scrutinising gaze.

Victor: What are you doing outside this late instead of sleeping?

MC: I should be the one asking you that. Why are you still working this late!

Hearing this, he lifts his hand and rubs the space between his eyebrows, but the veins in his eyes can still be seen faintly.

Victor: There’s an issue related to an acquisition by LFG. Goldman called and asked for my opinion.

MC: Is the issue serious?

Victor: It’s manageable.

He sets down his hand and brings it to me. I stare at this unfurled hand, blinking in confusion.

Victor: Didn’t you say you brought something for me?

Only now do I remember my official business, and I hide the thermal bag with the congee within it in my arms.

MC: Victor, are you going to take my congee and then ask me to leave?

Victor: ...when did I say that. It’s just that a certain someone has a “tough battle” to fight tomorrow, and has to maintain her vigour.

MC: I’m fine. I just took a nap and feel so much better.

While we’re talking, the kitten in my arms suddenly meows impatiently. Then, it leaps out of my arms.

It jumps into Victor’s room deftly, then stands on his desk, licking its paw calmly.

MC: ...it really likes you. It doesn’t even want my congee now.

I grumble, and Victor suddenly chuckles softly.

Victor: Didn't you buy the congee for me? I don’t intend to share it.

Hearing this, I recall the serious matter I came to attend to by making this trip.

I scan my surroundings. It’s still raining, and there’s quite a distance to the door. And this window happens to be sufficiently low.

After giving it some thought, I roll my wrists, then speak.

MC: Victor... move a little to the side.

Victor: What are you planning to do now?

Victor arches his brows in a lack of comprehension. However, he follows what I said and shifts away from the window.

In the next second, I support myself on the window frame, hopping across smoothly.

When Victor sees the faint footprints on the windowsill, he’s silent for a few seconds.

Victor: ...

Victor: Looks like you truly had sufficient rest. You’re full of energy.

MC: This is a special situation. Scholars in the ancient times would leap over walls to meet beautiful women. Today, I’m leaping over the window to bring you congee.

I retrieve the piping hot congee from the bag, placing it in front of Victor.

MC: For you. Have some supper before continuing work.

Victor lowers his head to look at the congee, the corners of his lips curling upwards indistinctly.

Victor: Is this what you called “catering to my tastes”?

MC: That’s right. So I hope CEO Victor would help me out tomorrow in preventing awkward silences.

Victor: It depends on your performance.

He picks up a spoon, stirring the slightly solidified surface of the congee slowly. The fragrance of rice makes my stomach grumble uncontrollably.

Smelling the fragrance, the calico cat circles our feet, meowing coquettishly.

MC: It seems hungry. The congee I ordered is pretty bland. Why don’t you share some with it?

Victor: Looks like it isn’t the only hungry one.

Victor gives me a meaningful glance, then splits the congee into three portions. The portion that he blows cool is placed in front of the kitten, and another is pushed in front of me.

Victor: After you’ve finished eating, go to bed.

MC: I didn’t even say that I wanted to eat...

I can’t help but mutter to myself while happily taking a spoon and sending a scoop of congee into my mouth.

Victor: The proportion of water and rice is wrong, it wasn’t cooked long enough, and it doesn’t bring out the taste of congee.

Hearing VIctor’s comments, I pause in my movements, then release a soft ‘hmph’.

MC: I wasn’t the one who cooked it, so your words don’t hurt me.

Ten minutes later, three completely clean bowls convey the greatest gratitude towards the chef’s hard work.

The satisfied calico cat has long since found a space on the carpet and rolled into a ball, snoring and sleeping soundly.

Victor: It’s also time for you to return and sleep.

MC: I still don’t feel like going back. I just had a nightmare, so I don’t feel drowsy at all. Why don’t I stay behind and accompany you while you work? I could wait for tomorrow’s sunrise too.

Victor: ...seems like you just want to use my room to watch the sunrise.

Seeing that he remains unmoved, I raise my hands, looking at him with a face filled with sincerity.

MC: I’ll definitely keep quiet throughout, and won’t disturb your work!

Victor doesn't say anything, returning to his documents. He seems to have tacitly allowed me to “run amok”.

I sit on a sofa chair at the side obediently, supporting my chin with a hand while sneaking peeks at him.

Beneath the warm lights, the side of his face seems to become much gentler. However, his slightly furrowed brows reveal a faint sharpness.

Rain patters down outside the window, a stark contrast to the tranquility within the house.

Looking at Victor’s figure, my eyelids grow heavier and heavier...

Victor suddenly senses a weight on his shoulder. He turns his head, only to see that the girl who claimed that she wasn’t drowsy is currently sound asleep, eyes shut tightly.

Victor: MC?

The girl wrinkles her nose, as though she’s having a beautiful dream, or feeling nostalgic for the delicious food from earlier.

He recalls the story written on the wooden signboards earlier in the evening about the kitten which taps on windows and sends gifts. A soft chuckle rises from his throat.

Along the horizon, a hazy ray of light sneaks in through the window in front of them.

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A Solstice Ball (Lilia Vanrouge)

About: Lilia x Reader (gender neutral) where Diasomnia invites you to spend the holidays with them back home, including the celebration of the winter solstice.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2.6k

The Valley of Thorns, despite its rather prickly name, is a place that shines with an otherworldliness unique to itself.

It’s the same kind of timeless beauty that you’ve come to associate with Diasomnia. Even Silver, who is not fae himself, wields the aura. You’re a little jealous that they’d grown up in such a place, where mountains were aplenty and stars glittered clearer than you’ve ever seen.

And when you’re wandering around the hallways on a sleepless night, said stars lend you their company. It’s easy to gaze out of the windows since there are plenty flanking the walls. You’re currently staying in the castle and home of your friends, who were generous enough to invite you to celebrate the winter solstice together.

It’s tradition for the royal family to host a ball welcoming the Sun after a night of festivities - meaning the event would be run for almost twelve hours, starting with the evening and continuing into the next day, where the guests would eventually transition from the ballroom into the main gardens to witness the sunrise together. Malleus, for the past years, has been responsible for the ‘welcoming’, which according to Sebek was a magnificent sight, but Lilia insisted you not be spoiled of the details just yet, wanting you to witness it yourself.

Recounting the events that lead up to now helps calm your mind a bit, but the effect falls away briefly when you notice a figure walking down the hall toward you. While it’s unlikely they pose any danger to you, the suddenness of it spikes your heartbeat nevertheless. Many fae are undoubtedly graceful and agile in their movements, so it wouldn’t be a surprise to not have caught the noise of footsteps at first.

However… This person is entirely soundless, and it’s only when you catch a glimpse of pink-dyed strands that you realise why.

Lilia settles into a kind smile as he nods at you in greeting, making his way to you. “Is something keeping you up, Y/N? I never took you for one to wander about at night.” He holds his chin to ponder it for a second. “Though young people do tend to retire to bed at later times...”

“You say that as if your sprightly self doesn’t do the same.” You shake your head, lips lifting amusedly. “Between your liking for strolls and gaming habits, I sometimes wonder how you find the energy to cause trouble.”

Lilia chuckles, “I suppose that was deserved, for my prank on poor Silver. He usually doesn’t express himself too explosively, so it’s always a treat to be gifted with the sight.”

“...If only that wasn’t at the cost of his risotto.” You lend him a scolding look, albeit jokingly. “He was looking forward to it too - Silver may never recover from the shock, poor guy.”

“The experience is sure to be a valuable one.” His eyes glimmer like garnets, and you’re suddenly reminded of their dark-red hue. Mysterious and lively, and somehow communicating a depth forged through his long-lived life. “A knight has to be alert after all, both on and off the battlefield.”

“...I suppose so. And knowing how dedicated those two are, they likely accepted that excuse?”

“Indeed.” Lilia looks out of the window and at the landscape beyond. Part of you feels like he’s reminded of a memory, from the fondness in his expression. “Sebek and Silver are reliably hard-working. Even if they are mere hatchlings as of now, they will surely prove formidable someday. I hope you’ll be there to cheer them on when that time comes.”

“Of course, I look forward to seeing them grow.” Your smile grows warm at the thought. “They want to make you and Malleus proud after all. Their resolve burns brighter than most their age.”

A comfortable silence fills the air, and you notice Lilia’s posture loosening a bit more. His gaze turns to meet yours, light and content. “Malleus and I have regretfully been busier with the ball’s preparations, but I promise to take you to our favourite places once this is over with.” Lilia makes a small gesture toward your hand, to which you give a nod, allowing him to interlace your fingers and place a kiss to the back of it. “It’ll be fun to show you around our hometown. There are some things you can only experience in the Valley of Thorns after all~ Like that shop that sells enchanted sweets! I’ve been meaning to make a stop there before we return to Night Raven College.”

Your lips quirk as you raise a brow at him. “Why is it that you sound more excited for that than the ball tomorrow? Just before break, you were reminiscing of the winter solstices you attended in the past.”

“While the event is an annual one, it is the first time you’re spending the holidays with us.” Lilia winks at you playfully. “That, I am more excited for. And seeing what attire the fairies have come up for you - It’s not often they take to someone and mend them an outfit, after all.”

“Please don’t remind me…” You groan at the memory. “When they took my measurements they wouldn’t stop arguing about the colors. And at the end they never settled on a decision, so I’m left in suspense!”

Lilia laughs at your mournful expression. “This group is known for their craft, so it’ll certainly be worth the wait. Both for you and me.”

“Oh?” You narrow your eyes playfully. “So you’re looking forward to that.”

“A chance to see you more stunning than usual is always one I’d be interested in,” Lilia counters without missing a beat. “I just have to be sure no one else steals you away from the ball before I can - There was something I’d wanted to show you tomorrow.” He gives your hand a light squeeze, eyes bright. “The surprise will be around midnight, so please bear with it until then.”

“I’ll try,” you laugh as he presses a light kiss to your cheek. “Tomorrow is going to be a busy day, huh?”

Looking back, truer words couldn’t have been spoken. Right from the moment you awoke till right before the ball, you were constantly moving about preparing your attire and helping the others run small errands, like delivering a message or checking on the status of the main hall.

The venue was pretty before, but now that guests have trickled in and the night has begun to celebrate, the entire place transformed into a magical sight.

Despite the late hours the event has journeyed into, the room is lit just like any other time of the day. The lighting helps keep you active, thankfully, while the crowd seems to never tire; dancers exchange partners while others conversed at another side of the ballroom. The melody that lives in the air takes turns being magically played and performed by musicians, though the transitions are so practiced and quick that you barely notice until later on.

To your surprise, you find yourself at no short of stamina throughout the night. Perhaps it’s the shared energy in the room, the refreshments, or the entertaining chats you’re led into, but time flies as swift as a bird.

From some spellwork, flowers that glow like stars float above the crowd, reminding you of lanterns. On occasion the odd one would wrap into itself and descend onto the crowd, by which a guest could catch it, watching the enchanted bud unravel and bloom. It would then start to shine, before drifting off into the air like a feather caught in a breeze.

Throughout the night the flowers take turns falling onto the crowd, earning the attention of those nearby with their soft but colorful hues. You’re starting to suspect the intervention of a friend as the shadow of one floats above you; the third one this night.

Despite receiving them multiple times, the sight of petals unfurling so gracefully never ceases to put you in a state of awe. This time it is one of gentle lavender, though tinged with hints of blues and pink. It’s unexpectedly light to the touch compared to its size, which is just a little smaller than your head.

The bloom eventually starts to float out of your grasp, by which you give it a little push into the air as it rejoins the sea of flora. A familiar face approaches you from within the crowd, his gaze lending itself to the sight above before settling on you.

“It seems that the flowers enjoy your company as well,” Lilia jokes, before extending a hand for you to take. He begins to lead you somewhere, sending a small smile your way. “People say that receiving them repeatedly is an auspicious sign.”

You hum thoughtfully, “I was starting to think that the places that they landed are being controlled by magic. Sebek and Silver were there the first time, then Malleus at the second…”

Lilia grins almost proudly, the tips of his fangs showing. “Third time’s the charm~ I’m glad to have witnessed you carrying that flower. It was a fitting sight, especially with your attire.”

“I still can’t quite believe it.” You admit, looking down at the fabric - it feels weightless on your skin, yet is still woven with such detailed patterns. “The fairies really outdid themselves, this feels like something out of a fairytale… I feel a little bad keeping it.”

“Well, seeing as it was a gift, you have every right to have it as a keepsake of tonight.” He reminds you, pushing a door open. It wasn’t the main one that guests entered through, but another on the side of the ballroom. The air is quieter out here, save for the castle staff that would cross the corridor every now and then.

With every step away from the ballroom, Lilia starts to shed away his formal stance and shrugs off the feeling of the party behind. He sighs a little, sounding more tired of the situation than physically exhausted. The fae catches your amused look as he raises a brow in return, his smile more mischievous and relaxed - just like his usual self, outside of events like these. “Oh? What an expression you’re making. Do I have something on my face?”

“Not quite.” You mirror his tone. “But rest assured I’ll let you know if you do~ I have a question though, where exactly are we heading?”

“The gardens,” Lilia informs as your arms loop together. It’s less of a childish act and more reminiscent of a knightly escort - perhaps it’s because you’re in a castle and just left a ball, but you’re starting to see more and more noble qualities in the things he does. “I’ve been wanting to show it to you for sometime, but now seems like the most appropriate chance. It does offer a view of Malleus’ welcoming later on, so we’re free to stay until the end of the event.”

“You still never told me much about it,” you muse lightheartedly, “You overestimate my patience, Lilia. I’m growing curiouser by the minute.”

“In that case…” He’s led you to an outdoor garden on the upper floors, which extends into a balcony that overlooks the grounds. “Would this do for now? It’s one of my favourite spots in the castle,” he chuckles, “I hope you'll enjoy it.”

How unfair. There were flowers of every kind dotting the bushes and growing into overhangings. With this amount of space, you felt like it could pass for an attraction in itself. It was different from the grandness of the ballroom decorations, but held its own with its serene charm. Lilia takes your reaction as a sign of agreement. He chuckles and bows toward you, offering his palm.

“May I have this dance?”

You both start a simple one, more for the sake of enjoying yourselves and the cool air than trying to show off any moves. Although this doesn’t stop Lilia from adding a few twirls and steps to the rhythm as he hums softly, a tune that you swear you’ve heard before but couldn’t pinpoint where or when.

You wonder aloud of how your limbs hadn’t started to tire from the festivities, to which Lilia explains that the refreshments from the ball are suited to help replenish energy and revitalize the body, due to the sheer length of the event. The topic flows to other things, like an ice cream parlour he’d like to visit with everyone and how you’re adjusting to Twisted Wonderland. At this point the dance has also broken off into a simple stroll about the gardens.

Eventually you’re interrupted by the sound of doors opening and the chatter of guests.

"The sunrise." Lilia confirms in response to your questioning gaze. The two of you make your way to the balcony for a better view, where you can see Sebek and Silver accompanying Malleus to an open space that's elevated like a stage of sorts. Gargoyles guard the marble platform at its feet, though their presence is no comparison to the prince's, who stands facing his back to the crowd.

You briefly see the glint of a gem as Malleus waves his magic-pen in a swift motion, summoning a plant from the ground.

Or perhaps… It was more accurate to say that he grew it right before your very eyes, shaping the branches of what you realise to be a tree to form a circular frame of sorts. You doubt that any old magician could perform such a feat in mere minutes, judging by its sheer size.

Lilia smiles from beside you like a proud parent, though it edges into a smirk as he briefly mentions that this tree was more elaborate than last year's with its patterns. You're left confused for a moment before realising that it indeed has spiral carvings throughout its trunk and branches, ones that depicted the sun and moon, and even illustrating dancing figures and musicians. It held the story of the winter solstice and the ball that celebrated it, and you're left with your breath stolen from such a sight.

Yet the star of the show (quite literally, in a sense) only makes its appearance soon after - the Sun rises from the horizon and peeks between the mountains in the distance, accurately falling into the frame that Malleus created with the tree. He waves his hand once more, taking the moment to expand the light like a fracture.

You hear a chuckle from beside you as you shield your vision from the brightness. As soon as you lower your hand you notice a ball of light remaining where the Sun had passed, like a star captured in the frames of the oak. It still shone with a youthful light, as if daring its surroundings to challenge its worth.

"How temperamental," Lilia echoes your thoughts bemusedly. "I expect this year's tree to shine longer than the last ones."

The crowd bursts into applause as Malleus steps down from the stage. You're about to ask Lilia something when you suddenly realise how close his face was to yours.

"Is this another tradition?" You ask, studying his eyes.

"There is a saying about it, yes." Upon your answering smile, Lilia starts to lean in closer, a hand cupping your cheek. "Sharing a kiss with someone at the welcoming of the Sun is a good luck charm of sorts."

You can't help but laugh after pulling away, lips tingling from the contact. For someone mischievous, Lilia liked to use oddly innocent excuses to steal moments of affection. "Happy winter solstice, Lilia."

"May a fortuitous time be ahead." He returns, smile content. "I'm glad you're here to spend it with us."

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