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steddiealltheway · 7 months

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Happy Halloween everyone!! Here is some type of no upside down AU fic :)

Eddie drums his hands on the cafeteria table and looks around at his friends. "Alright gentlemen, what are we doing for Halloween?"

He instantly gets a sense that something is off when Jeff and Gareth exchange a guilty look. Eddie leans forward and props his chin up on his hand. "Want to share with the class?"

Gareth sighs and looks at the table for a moment before bursting out, "Well, my sister and Jeff's brother really wanted to go out trick-or-treating this year, and you know how they've gotten close. And the deal was that either Jeff and I would stay at our houses manning the candy bowl, or we would go out with the kids."

Eddie huffs out, "And let me guess, you chose free candy, torturous walking, and a cutesy group costume."

Jeff smiles guiltily. "You're looking at Shaggy and Scooby-Doo."

"Adorable," Eddie says with a big fake smile before turning to Frank. "You're not leaving me high and dry though, isn't that right, Frank?"

Only, Frank seems to be just as guilty-looking as the others.

"Frank... Don't do this to me, man," Eddie pleads.

Frank sighs, "I told my mom I would do a Halloween horror movie night with her. Sorry, Eddie."

Eddie looks between all his friends, wondering if they're pulling a prank on him and fulfilling the trick part of trick-or-treat. But he slowly realizes that they're not. "Shit," he whispers, "I guess I needed to book you guys early," Eddie jokes, trying not to feel too let down.

Jeff pats his hand and says, "Hey, you can come with us. We need a bad guy in a mask."

Eddie scrunches up his nose. "Willingly walking miles and dealing with kids on an endless sugar high? No thanks. But... I appreciate the thought." He sits back and picks up a few of his pretzels before dropping them back in the bag. What is he going to do? He has always loved Halloween, his friends know this. But what's the point in celebrating if he's alone?

"You could go to Harrington's infamous ball," Frank suggests. Gareth and Jeff immediately start laughing loudly. Eddie just glares at Frank, but he doesn't seem to be joking as he defends himself, "I'm not kidding! Come on, free beer and witnessing a bunch of shit drama."

Eddie snorts. "Yeah, because I would be so welcomed there."

"It's not like people will really notice. I hear his place is jam-packed with random people every year. Plus, you could wear your bat masquerade mask," Jeff interjects.

Eddie sighs and puts his head in his hands. "You're not seriously trying to convince me to go, right?"

"I mean... we're not not trying to convince you," Gareth supplies unhelpfully. There's an oof sound that Eddie's sure is the result of Jeff elbowing him in the side. "But seriously, you can wear the mask so no one will recognize you and your slutty vampire outfit-"

"It's not slutty."

"It has a tight leather lace-up vest, it's a little slutty," Jeff stage whispers to Eddie.

Eddie groans and dramatically thuds his head down on the table before quickly looking up. "Let me get this right. You want me to go to Steve Harrington's Halloween party in a mask as a Cinderella-type vampire because you guys are ditching me?"

"Precisely. Except the part where we ditched you because we clearly invited you-"

"Okay! Okay!" Eddie cuts Jeff off waving his hands.

"And hey, we all know that you would love to get some one-on-one time with Harrington, and what's a better time to do this than undercover?" Jeff asks.

Eddie dramatically shushes him and whispers, "I told you guys that secret while entirely way too high, you cannot hold that information against me right now."

"He's right," Frank says, "You can finally find out if Harrington truly isn't an asshole."

"And see if he has the hots for you while you're wearing your-"

"I swear, Gareth, if you call the costume slutty again..."

"Okay, but are you wearing it with your leather pants?" Jeff asks, eyebrows raised.

Eddie sighs and looks down at his lunchbox. "Maybe," he begrudgingly admits.

"Slutty!" Frank loudly says, and Gareth and Jeff immediately burst out laughing.

Eddie covers his face in his hands before joining in on their laughter. "Maybe it's a little slutty," he admits.

As the boys celebrate their win, Eddie feels someone staring over at him. He glances toward Harrington's table where he's sitting next to his ex and her new boyfriend and finds him staring directly at him. Eddie's heart beats a little harder when Steve slightly smiles at him before redirecting his attention to Jonathan.

"Jesus Christ, he looked at me again," Eddie mutters.

"Dude, you always say this, but we never see him do it," Frank groans.

"Yeah, because you don't obsessively check out his table," Gareth says with a laugh before he suddenly frowns and turns to Eddie. "No offense."

"None taken," Eddie replies as he chews on his bottom lip, thinking deeply. If he goes to the party, he can finally confront his crush on the guy he's never truly interacted with unless you count all the times they catch each other's eye then... they would be interacting somewhat often.

He can also finally figure out if it's all in his head or not.

"Okay. I'm going to the Harrington party," Eddie announces.

"Seriously?" Jeff asks incredulously.

"You guys are just so convincing," Eddie says with his hands over his heart.

"Bullshit," Frank says, "You're just going for a chance to maybe say two words to him."

Eddie crosses his arms and asks, "And what would those two words be?"

"'Slutty vampire' in response to 'What are you dressed as?'" Jeff quickly jokes, earning a shriek of laughter from Gareth and Frank.

Eddie thanks whatever entity is responsible for making the bell ring to announce lunch is over. "I need new friends," Eddie lies as he gathers his stuff up.

As Gareth and Frank rush off, Jeff lays a hand on Eddie's arm and says, "Hey, we can do a Halloween slasher night if you want to this weekend. Also, don't hesitate to call if you need help getting ready or need a second pair of eyes to make sure Harrington will approve."

Eddie gives him a genuine small smile and squeezes his shoulder, "Thanks, man."

"Don't mention it," Jeff says as he walks off with a bright smile.

As Eddie watches him walk away, he catches Harrington staring at him out of the corner of his eye, but as soon as he glances over, he looks away looking... angry? Eddie just sighs and shakes his head. He needs to stop thinking that Harrington in any way has thoughts dedicated to him.

Maybe this party will be good for Eddie.

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Eddie stares at his reflection in the mirror and twists and turns. Maybe the leather is slutty, but he thinks the plain black cape does well to soften the look a bit. He stares at his hair and all the glossy individually finger-curled strands making his hair look a little more tame than usual. But hell, his arms and fingers ache. He just hopes it's all worth it.

He puts on the bat mask and frowns before taking it off and digging around for his eyeliner pencil he knows he has somewhere in the bathroom. He quickly finds it in a random basket and applies it before smudging it a bit. He puts the mask back on and smiles. He likes the way it has an elegant almost lace-looking quality to the plastic that offsets the leather of his costume.

He wishes he could call Jeff for a final look, but he doesn't want to take any precious time away from him and his brother although they're probably done trick-or-treating by now. Plus, he knows that Jeff would tell him that he looks great and not to overthink it. So, that's exactly what he's going to do.

He grabs the bright orange flyer he found on the floor at school for the Harrington Halloween House Party and cringes at the alliteration. He's pretty sure it's been the same thing for the past three years though, so it's not like Harrington has an option of changing it.

Gosh, he needs to stop stalling and finally leave for the party. He glances at his watch and sees that it's almost eleven, so people should be finally arriving an hour fashionably late. Better to be a part of that crowd to not draw much attention.

He drives over quickly, parking a little down the road when he starts seeing other cars, not wanting to get stuck if he wants to leave early. He takes a deep breath before glancing in the mirror again. He's not recognizable... right? Right.

He gets out of his van and quickly starts walking toward the intimidatingly large house. He's glad to find a group of people rushing inside and even more people outside on the front lawn who aren't sparing him a second glance. Usually, he would come to one of these things with his infamous lunchbox and upsell his stash, but he knew it would give him away tonight. Plus, it's nice to not be on edge the whole time, wondering who is approaching him for drugs and who is approaching him with a slur.

As he makes his way inside, he grimaces at the loud pop music people are wildly dancing to and the smell of alcohol that permeates the house. It's only a few minutes before someone is shoving a cup of mysteriously bright red liquid in Eddie's hand. He takes a tentative sip and shrugs. It's not horrible especially since Eddie likes terribly sweet things, but he definitely isn't going to waste time getting a second cup.

He's on a mission. And his mission is to find Steve and hope that he's not somewhere with his tongue down some random girl's throat. Eddie tries to shove away the thoughts telling him that he shouldn't expect Steve Harrington to not be doing exactly that at his party. Plus, why would he spare time to talk to Eddie of all people?

Eddie takes another sip of his drink and makes his way through the crowd, not finding a single glimpse of that Harrington mane that's usually easy to spot. He goes outside the backdoor and frowns at all the people making out in the pool before heading back inside.

He glances around a few more times before settling back in a corner, downing the rest of his drink before giving up on his search and settling on people watching. But god it’s boring.

These people are boring.

It’s just the same situation over and over again. A couple getting uncomfortably handsy with each other, or a guy and girl eyeing each other up across the room as their friends hype them up in a way that’s either grotesque or filled with squeals.

And the room is hot. So unbearably hot that his leather pants are starting to cling to Eddie in an uncomfortable way that makes him want to rip them off.

Instead, he settles on climbing the stairs and going to find whatever bathroom he can to splash some cold water in his face and hopefully get a moment to himself.

He looks at all the closed doors, pressing his ear against them before quickly backing away whenever he hears something gross. But then his ear settles on one door and there’s the distinct sound of nothing on the other side that puts him at ease.

He twists the knob and walks into the room, freezing when he realizes that, one, this is not a bathroom, and, two, someone with Steve Harrington's distinctive hair swoop is sitting in the room.

The man turns and makes eye contact with Eddie who instantly dies a little inside as he realizes it is Steve. "Sorry. I didn't mean to barge in."

Steve gives him a small smile and says, "I don't mind."

Eddie doesn't know what to do other than hover in the doorway of the dark room. Steve continues to stare at him and eventually asks, "Want to join me?"

Yes. Hell yes, he does. But also, Eddie has the distinct feeling that this either has to be a dream or a prank. But he still nods.

"Do you mind locking the door behind you? I just... don't want anyone trying to use this room as a place to hook up or something."

Now this definitely sets off a few alarms in Eddie's head, but there's a weird air of sadness surrounding Steve that makes it seem... genuine. So Eddie closes the door and locks it behind him, slowly making his way over to Steve. As he gets closer, some of the light trailing in through his blinds catches on the glittering crown that he's holding in his hands.

Eddie gestures toward it. "King Steve?"

Steve smiles sadly and looks down at the crown. "Something like that."

Eddie carefully sits next to Steve, trying to keep a respectable distance between them on the bed. His eyes trace over Steve's costume, a clearly expensive, gorgeous prince or king costume. "So, what are you supposed to be?"

"Prince Charming," Steve answers easily. He glances over at Eddie and shrugs. "Nancy thought that it would be funny because of my 'Harrington charm' mixed with King Steve, but I don't know. I kind of hate that nickname." He shakes his head and changes the subject. "What are you supposed to be?"

"Slutty vampire," Eddie says almost automatically, startling a laugh out of Steve as Eddie curses under his breath and puts his hands over his face. As his fingers press into the mask on his face, he's startled by the realization that Steve doesn't know who he is. "Sorry, my friends kept saying that, and I insisted it wasn't what I was going for. But they won that argument in the end I guess." God, he can't believe he actually said that.

"You look maybe a little slutty but in a good way," Steve rushes to say the last part. He runs a hand through his hair, getting a bit flustered. "I mean you look nice."

"So do you," Eddie admits honestly.

Steve holds his hand out to him. "Steve."

Eddie takes his hand and says, "Cinderella."

Steve laughs again. "Really?"

"I got the mask and everything," Eddie explains, not yet wanting to ruin things when Steve finds out who he really is.

"Cinderella then," Steve says with a smile that makes Eddie feel a little weak in the knees. Thank god he's sitting down.

"So, what are you doing in here in the dark all by yourself, Prince Charming?"

"I'm not by myself, I'm with you," Steve easily deflects.

Eddie raises his eyebrows although he's pretty sure the mask partially covers them.

Steve looks down at the crown again and raises it up. "I just wanted to not be this for a little bit tonight. Plus, the music was giving me a headache - too many concussions." He pauses before turning to Eddie. "And what were you doing escaping from things?"

"Looking for some quiet," Eddie says and looks down at his unnaturally bare hands. He wishes he would've kept on his rings so he could fidget with them. "I was thinking about leaving, but I wanted to stay in case I found you."

Steve shifts a little on the bed, moving to face him. "And now that you've found me?"

Eddie glances up at him and considers it for a moment. "I hadn't really thought that far."

Steve runs a hand through his hair. "Well, I hope I'm not too disappointing."

"Not at all," Eddie insists, "Actually I thought you'd be-"

"An asshole?" Steve interjects quickly, his expression becoming oddly stoic.

Eddie shakes his head. "Preoccupied with someone else. Anyone other than me really."

Steve face softens and he leans in closer, eyes tracing over Eddie's face as if trying to figure out what's under the mask covering most of the upper half of his face. "You know you can tell me your real name, right?"

Eddie swallows and shakes his head. "Maybe I'll just leave a clue behind or something. Not my shoe though. I always hated that plot line."

Steve smiles brightly. "If it fit perfectly then why did it fall off?"

"Exactly!" Eddie says clapping his hands together excitedly. "Plus, with all that dancing, I just know that shoe did not smell good."

Steve throws his head back and laughs, and Eddie just watches him, filled with pride at being able to pull that reaction out of him. As his laughter dies down, Steve glances back down at the crown.

"You should put it on," Eddie blurts out. Steve looks up at him with his eyebrows raised. "I want to see the whole costume."

Steve reluctantly places the crown on his head and glances toward Eddie. It's strange, how it fits him so perfectly at first glance, but he can see how it personally affects Steve, as if it adds a weight to his entire demeanor.

"You look good, but I think I prefer you without," Eddie admits.

Steve quickly takes it off his head and places it behind him. "Yeah, that's because it messes up my best feature."

"That's strange, I didn't see it mess with your eyes, or your smile, or your nose, or your-"

Eddie's suddenly cut off when Steve leans in and kisses him. He just as quickly pulls away and says, "Sorry. I'm so sorry. I should've asked before I just-"

"Steve," Eddie says, laying a hand over Steve's.

Steve looks up at him nervously.

"Please do that again," Eddie says.

Steve sighs in relief and instantly closes the distance between them again, but Eddie is able to prepare for it, properly cupping his face and kissing him back. He feels like he's in a dream again as Steve deepens the kiss and runs his hands through the curls Eddie took so long to perfect. But he doesn't care at all.

There's a sudden loud ringing of a grandfather clock that pierces through the house causing the two of them to jump apart. "Jesus, I forgot that I told them they could play that creepy recording at midnight," Steve says and freezes. "Wait, it's midnight."

"And?"

"You're Cinderella."

Eddie tries to swallow down the pain of once again realizing that to Steve, he's just some random guy that he doesn't know. But Eddie smiles and says, "Well, lucky for you, the magic doesn't run out until one or two in the morning."

Steve smiles back and says, "Lucky me." But instead of kissing Eddie, he surprises him by asking, "Tell me something about yourself."

Eddie shrugs, trying to think of something that won't give him away. "I play the guitar."

"Oh, is that why you wear the..." Steve trails off, eyes flickering down to his neck before looking away. "Forget I said that. I thought I saw something."

Eddie's brows furrow, but he doesn't press him on it. "What about you? Tell me something most people don't know."

Steve thinks for a moment before smiling. "I almost didn't show up to this tonight. I was going to go trick-or-treating with some of the kids I sort of babysit. But Dustin told me they didn't need a babysitter tonight, so I ended up here."

The story twists at Eddie's heart a bit. Even with his disillusioned crush on Steve, he would've never guessed there was a group of kids he cared for so much.

Eddie reaches out and intertwines his fingers with Steve's. "I'm sure they miss you."

"I don't know. They were going in custom-made costumes for these characters they play as in D and D or something. They seemed really excited about it, so they've probably forgotten about me by now."

Eddie swallows down the entire spiel he wants to make about Hellfire Club and asking who the kids are so he might be able to recruit them and instead says, "Well, you're pretty unforgettable."

Steve smiles and opens his mouth to respond when there's a sudden loud knock on the door. Steve frowns and loudly says, "Occupied!"

A voice on the other side of the door loudly says, "I think your neighbors down the way ratted us out! Someone said the police are on their way."

"Shit," Steve mutters and runs his hands over his face. "I'll be right there! Just get rid of all the alcohol you can find and turn off the music. Party is over." He stands up and turns to Eddie offering his hand which Eddie takes.

They both stand up and Eddie realizes he's never stood directly next to him and is surprised that they seem to be the same height. God, it's so nice to be at eye level with him.

"I guess this is goodbye, Cinderella," Steve says sadly and tucks a strand of hair behind his ear. "Will you leave me with at least a kiss?"

"You're too charming to say no to," Eddie jokes before he leans in and kisses Steve again, lingering in the kiss for as long as he can before they both pull away as there's another loud knock on the door.

Steve squeezes Eddie's shoulder one last time and says, "I promise to find you." He rushes out the door quickly after and Eddie is left standing in Steve's room alone. He takes a deep breath before he leaves slowly, distancing the time they were seen with each other.

Luckily, things are in a bit of a frenzy as he leaves so he doubts anyone noticed him slipping out of the same room as Steve. But on his drive home, Eddie realizes he gave Steve absolutely nothing to identify him with. He curses and debates turning back until he sees Hopper's police car pass him.

Steve's never going to find him.

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The entire weekend, Eddie's friends have the pleasure of hearing him share the story over and over again while simultaneously complaining about not leaving something equivalent to a shoe behind.

"Well, it sounds like you at least left him with a lot of your saliva," Gareth says one time, and Eddie has to get Jeff to hold him back.

Monday morning is the worst when he realizes he has to see Steve and pretend like nothing happened. Because there's no way he's going to tell Steve that he's Cinderella and expect him to not punch him in the face.

Okay, Steve doesn't seem the type to do that, but there's no way he would be excited to hear that Eddie's the guy he swapped spit with - god, he really needs to get Gareth's words out of his head. But Eddie thinks he'll be able to deal with Steve never knowing than Steve rejecting him.

He sees Steve here and there in the hall but is luckily able to divert his path so Steve never directly sees him. Unfortunately, Eddie knows Steve will be at the same table as always at lunch which is right in his line of sight.

When he sits down, his friends are already nudging him and cracking jokes about Prince Charming and whatnot that pisses Eddie off. It makes things worse when he sees Steve sitting with his back to him, which he's never done before. At one point, Eddie just snaps, gets up, and leaves the cafeteria saying he needs a minute. He rushes off to his locker, digging around for his spare pack of cigarettes when he hears a pair of footsteps to his left.

He sighs and closes the locker door, expecting to see a teacher who has followed him, expecting him to do something suspicious. Instead, he gets the shock of his life when he sees Steve walking right up to him.

As Steve approaches, Eddie dumbly says, "Are you looking to buy something?"

Steve runs a hand through his hair before shaking his head. "No, I'm not, Cinderella."

Eddie's eyes widen. There's no way...

"Did you really think I didn't know who you were?" Steve asks, and Eddie can't get a read on him, but he seems... upset.

"I'm sorry?"

Steve sighs and runs a hand through his hair again. “Eddie, I know it was you, and I want to know why you've been avoiding me all day. Like did it really mean nothing to you? Is that why you didn't tell me your name?"

Eddie's head spins a little too fast at the revelation, so he clarifies, "Wait, you knew it was me the whole time?"

"Yes. I thought you were just really pretending to be in character or something, but today you were icing me out. And I know we haven't really talked before Friday night, but I thought I was clear about wanting to change that."

"Then why did you face with your back toward me in the cafeteria?" Eddie blurts out without thinking.

"There was something on my chair," Steve answers easily.

"Oh." Okay, maybe Eddie is an idiot but, "Wait, you really knew who I was and still, "he lowers his voice and leans in, "...kissed me?"

A look of realization crosses over Steve's face before he smiles. "Eddie, I've been staring at you for weeks now, and I just hadn't gotten the courage to talk to you yet. You're pretty intimidating."

"Me? I'm intimidating? You're literally called 'King Steve.'" Steve frowns at the title, but Eddie continues, "I never thought I had a shot with you without the mask on - or even with the mask on. I was avoiding you today because I didn't want you to realize it was me and reject me."

"I thought you called yourself Cinderella because I was dressed as Prince Charming," Steve laughs.

"I didn't even realize that was Cinderella's prince!" Eddie nearly shrieks, laughing loudly along with Steve. "We're a disaster," he says through his laughter.

Steve takes a deep breath, trying to kill his laughter a little to say, "I think we should start over a little and go on a date. This time without fake names and the police showing up."

"No promises about the second one," Eddie says with a big smile.

Steve smiles and looks at him as if waiting for something.

"What?" Eddie asks.

Steve laughs anxiously. "Is that a yes to the date?"

"Oh! Christ. Yes! Yes, it is. Sorry," Eddie sighs and runs a hand over his face, noting the way his hands don't catch on a mask this time. Steve Harrington is fine with him being Cinderella - more than fine with it really. He narrows his eyes at Steve. "And this isn't a trick?"

"I thought it would be more of a treat," Steve jokes.

Eddie rolls his eyes and simultaneously laughs at the horrible pun. "Did you know that you're really charming?"

Another laugh is startled out of Steve who quickly tries to hide it. He looks down at the ground and says, "I'm having a hard time thinking of a joke about a slutty vampire."

Eddie groans, "Don't remind me."

"I wouldn't mind if you reminded me," Steve flirts.

"Christ," Eddie says, feeling a blush quickly rise on his cheeks.

The bell for lunch rings again, and this time Eddie wants to curse the entity responsible for it.

"I'll slip you my number later so you can call me later, Cinderella" Steve announces, walking back to the cafeteria where he left his stuff.

"I'm charmed," Eddie replies with a wink that has Steve getting slightly flustered.

As he rounds the corner and gets out of sight, Eddie can't help but think about how Steve really kept his promise about finding him. He also can't wait to have proof that all his friends were wrong, except maybe he was a little bit of a slutty vampire... But it definitely paid off.

And it definitely was a very happy Halloween.

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #steddie fanfic #steddie fic #happy halloween

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bellalunadreams · 27 days

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Merlin Cinderella au 🫣

I’m not good at writing but, I think it would be really cute to have a Cinderella au with everything being the same (setting and Arthur being the prince wise)

It would take place when Merlin just comes to Camelot, and instead of living in the castle, Gauis has a house/healing center in the lower town.

I don’t think the evil stepmother and sisters would come into play. But it would just be Merlin coming to Camelot like in the show and becoming quick friends with people in the kingdom (huge ‘everyone loves Merlin’ believer)

Uthur wants Arthur to marry to continue the bloodline and to secure him as next in line to rule. So he holds a ball for all eligible (noble) suitors in the kingdom (suspended disbelief of Uthurs possible bigotry 💀)

Merlin wants to go cause he thinks it’ll be fun but he can’t since he’s not a noble. He goes looking through Gauis’s old magic books to find a spell to change his appearance and accidentally summons a fairy godmother.

He gets his disguise but it’ll only last till midnight so he makes the most of it and causes as much mischief as possible, when else is he ever gonna get an opportunity to get into the castle and get away with anything he wants with no repercussions? (No one will recognize him 😈)

Arthur is overwhelmed with everyone practically throwing themselves at him so he gets away to the gardens( or something of that sort)

There he spots Merlin setting up a prank or something. He questions what he’s doing and Merlin says something like “are you a snitch?”

Merlin and Arthur proceed to pull pranks on a bunch of the nobles and Arthur has the time of his life for the first time in forever. Merlin doesn’t treat him like the prince, he treats him like just some guy and Arthur loves it.

They settle down back in the gardens with them both in a fit of laughter after their last joke. One of them makes a comment about having not danced the entire night, the overbearing music of the hall muffled but the quiet of the garden they dance together under the moonlight.

Arthur makes a comment about not even knowing Merlin’s name when the bells chime for midnight.

Merlin’s eyes widen like saucers and he takes off, shouting apologies as he goes. And in his rush off his neckerchief snags on one of the flower bushes.

Arthur finds the neckerchief and swears he’ll find that mysterious man again.

Merlin makes it back to Gauis’s hut just in time as the spell wears off and passes out in bed

The next morning there’s a royal decree to find the man danced with the prince and lost his neckerchief getting away

I feel that Arthur would be really determined to find him. And he would know that Merlin was not a noble, no noble would behave the Merlin did.

Arthur would personally go through the whole kingdom, house to house if he had to.

I feel like they would meet again in a really funny way too. Like Merlin would be delivering something for Gauis and they would run into each other like how they met in the show.

As soon as Arthur would hear his snarky comeback he would know that it’s him lol

Arthur would propose to him on the spot with the neckerchief

And they would live snark-ly ever after

#if I had the time and I could actually write I would #this is such a cute idea #I would love to read this fic so much #something run with this #PLEASE #LMAO #bbc merlin #Merlin au #Merlin #Arthur #arthur pendragon #Merlin fic idea #fic idea #merthur #murther #merlin x arthur

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askew-d · 5 months

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WANGXIAN FICS MASTERLIST

• tonight i can write the saddest lines, by sarahyyy — post-canon amnesiac lan wangji getting to know wei wuxian again. amazing! i love this author, sincerely.

• deconstruct, by flowercity (faorie) — a soulmate au in which what you write in your skin appears in the other person’s. i’ll admit that soulmate aus aren’t my cup of tea, however i quite liked this one!

• resonant frequencies, by chinxe — the infamous fake relationship story. with wangxian, this works so well! just amazing.

• between the lines, by fading_fast — modern setting au with wangxian meeting through a game. love these strange meetings and this one’s damn enjoyable.

• something real, by latios — wangxian wrong number au involving bunny pictures. i need more wrong number aus for them!! gimme!!

• all your life you’ll dream of this, by attila — cinderella au but with wei wuxian as prince charming. a fantastic story, i was so engaged in this it’s a wonder.

• ⭐️🎖️ one good thing, by yuu_chi — wei wuxian’s a ghost haunting his childhood house until lan wangji appears. seriously, everything about this plot charmed me. i’m enchanted.

• of rabbits and men, by shoutowo — wei wuxian turning into a rabbit and making his way into lan wangji’s heart for the second time. anything more wangxian than this?

• ⭐️ rumor has it, by ulan — post-canon cql in which wei wuxian comes back to “haunt” his rumored cultivation partner. the softness in this killed me.

• ⭐️🎖️ a little happiness, by suspicious_popsicle — lan wangji gets cursed and is transformed into his child version. so lovely to see!! i’m surprised i can read this for free.

• critical path analysis, by chinxe — brooklyn 99 au with wangxian in that episode where they make a bet and wei wuxian takes wangji on a terrible date that’s not terrible at all!

• ⭐️ some of you, by tangerine chair — social media au where lan wangji’s an actor and posts a suspicious tweet about his love life. incredible story, really.

• ⭐️ this should definitely happen, by yeolinski — wei wuxian waking up high in anesthesia and hitting on the hot guy who’s there with him. this is so goddamn funny, i swear i can’t.

• linger in the sun, by etymologyplayground — wangxian are cursed to not hear or see one another. i loved this a lot, it’s terrific.

• another way, by anonymous — wei wuxian sneaks outside to buy emperor smile’s again, and once again encounters lan wangji. i’m frustrated this doesn’t have as many kudos as it deserves, tbh.

• life, drama and action, by akai_hana — one more social media au with wangxian as a famous couple. awesome story.

• inebriation and affections, by chewing — wei wuxian gets drunk and shows his clingy attitude. it’s great to see him like that for the first time, thank you author 🙏🏼

• ⭐️ the inquiries of the heart, by ziane — very much alike “another way”, but this one has a sequel. it’s a whole show alright. a hella nice canon-divergence.

• 我在, by tangerinechair — wei wuxian comforting lan wangji in the xuanwu cave. something i deeply needed to read.

• facilitated diffusion, by chinxe — lan wangji can’t stop ordering stuff just to see the cute delivery worker. at this point i’m bookmarking every work by this author, ngl.

• ⭐️ you, asleep and dreaming, by etymologyplayground — post-canon cql that’ll haunt your mind but that you need to check out if you haven’t already.

• a wild heart to tame mine, by theroyalsavage — superheroes au in a soft perspective and amazing plot, liked every bit.

• ⭐️ a song you’ve never heard, by arahir — wei wuxian’s fatally injured and lan wangji… well, you can imagine. it’s heartbreaking and heartwarming all in between.

• ⭐️ to wing your soul with jasmines, by enemyofrome — while reaching gusu, wei wuxian starts sending flowers to lan wangji. cql post-canon. i could die basking on this adorable story.

• dear hanguang-jun, by cavaleira — people start sending letters asking for relationship advice from lan wangji and he gives it to them. whoa, the entertainment!

• ⭐️🎖️ two guys r in love thats literally it, victortor — wei wuxian traveling back to his old self and meeting lan wangji again. it’s a shame we didn’t hear more from this author in this fandom for a long time. where are you?? come back to give us more of this gay lil beasts. i absolutely love this and the title makes it more interesting. iconic.

• concessions to love, by besanii — arranged marriage wangxian. it’s well-noted and well-written. it rocks!

• “congratulations, get rich”, by attila — it’s chinese new year and wei wuxian wants to do things differently. incredibly done.

• atlas, by etymologyplayground — if you want a crossover between hob and mdzs, here it is. and it’s amazing!

• soft-hearted, by sarahyyy — canon-divergence where wei wuxian ends up in the lan sect. it’s so soft, just as the name tells us!

• seldom all they seem, by fahye — here we go with one more arranged marriage au. this one’s rated e, surely a ride! worth every bit.

• and in the spring i shed my skin, by wvlfqveen — shapeshifter lan wangji in a modern with magic au where they’re professors. do i need to say more? all too good, all too good

• love & longing, rabbit edition, by jaws_3 — lan wangji gets turned into a rabbit and looks for wei wuxian for help. do you sense a pattern? yes, maybe i love the idea of lan wangji as a bunny. in fact, i recommend every story by this author and many others but i’ll just be adding by absolute favorites. and this one’s fabulous.

• 在此恭迎夷陵老祖; to yiling laozu, the great and venerable, by yiqie — we had people writing letters to hanguang-jun asking for advice and now it’s people writing letters to the yiling patriarch! also gorgeous.

• 1 unread message, by bittersweetirony — office au where wei wuxian keeps receiving emails from an admirer. short and very sweet!

• ⭐️ the stars in the hazy heaven tremble above you, by cicer — wherein wei wuxian’s ciderella and wangji’s prince charming. i could read this over and over and never get tired. in fact, i did.

• ⭐️🎖️ only the deepest love, by occultings (microcomets) — pride and prejudice fusion. everything’s a bliss, magically and wonderfully so. i fell in love with this masterpiece. in fact, read everything by this author!! highly recommend. especially three days gone, if you go searching rabbits and a life in your shape!

• beneath six layers of silk, by darkredloveknot (enheduane) — lan wangji’s cursed to speak every thought of his out loud. come on, who never wanted to check what this guy’s thinking? perfect!

• ⭐️ let me come home, by cafecliche — seven nights with wangxian being sappy. i could dream about this piece of art. really.

• ⭐️🎖️ i hope that you will come and meet me, by feyburner — another post-canon cql where wangxian slowly get together. i find this particularly devastating and so beautiful.

• the ocean between us, by catbrainedschemes — this is for those who watched the legend of the blue sea, yes, the k-drama! because this is a fusion of it, where wei wuxian is a mermaid.

• call me, beep me, by myung — a whole social media au in another level! they are all actors and i love this idea so much. myung-laoshi big brained, tis glorious story right here made a lot happier.

• and his wanting grows teeth, by yukla — cultivator lan wangji finding wei wuxian in a village, an au in canon setting as the tag says. it's devasting how good this is, really.

• 🎖️ how to fall in love with a catfish: a guide by wei wuxian (disaster rat), by bwyn, yuisaki — wei wuxian finds a catfish trying to be the famous lan wangji. turns out, of course, that it's not a catfish. can we talk about this story more? the sheer hurt/comfort of it, and how it's the perfect rom-com slash drama depiction? i want this as a real show! new york, i love you, by yuisaki also gorgeous!

• listen to the voice inside your head, by pupeez4eva— wei wuxian wakes up to his future-self voice inside his head. it's telling him suspicious things. the amount of giggles i let it slip. in fact, i recommend every work by this author because they always makes me laugh!

• 🎖️ the breaking of your soul (upon my lips), by sunsandships — canon-divergence where wei wuxian discovers that lan wangji's the one who kissed him without his consent. that changes everything. just... magnificent fix-up story, as i said so in my bookmark.

• love on 35mm, by fakeplasticlily — film student lan wangji and wei wuxian as the brother of lan wangji's best friend. my heart was aching during this.

• neatly arranged, by thunderwear — wei wuxian and lan wangji are betrothed, against their own wills. do we have enough wangxian arranged marriage content? no, we do not.

• ⭐️🎖️paint smears on sunny days, by snowshadowao3 — lan wangji's son, lan yuan, has a favorite teacher, and that's wei-laoshi, art professional and also an expert at getting into lan wangji's heart. i will dive DEEP into teacher wei wuxian concept. this one's so wholesome, i could Die.

• 🎖️the absolutely true story of the yiling patriarch: a manifesto in many parts, by aubreyli — the juniors decide to make up wei wuxian's reputation by creating a book of his stories with hanguang-jun. it goes well. one time or another. haha, i love the juniors, they are so creative when making wangxian get together.

• ⭐️🎖️ pigtail pulling, by protos_metazu_isson — lan wangji decides to face wei wuxian's pigtail pulling face to face. that goes better than the expected and worse that what he further imagined. it's surely one of stories i keep on rereading from time to time, especially because it's not big and it's so CUTE!! help.

• ⭐️🎖️ your hand in mine, by cerbykerby — wangxian cursed to hold each other's hand. i could scream while i'm are. come on, this is one of the best stories here, it's short and so sweet, so fitting for them too. perfect, perfect.

• ⭐️ as you like it, by cosmicmilktea — wei wuxian starts to discover what's lan wangji likes. it's what he should know as his husband, after all. IT'S WHAT WE NEED AND DESERVE.

• after the final rose, by azulewaxwing — the bachelor au, because who doesn't want a lan wangji for themselves? turns out, the cameraman attracts his attention more than any contestant could. absolute fire.

• your heartbeat, across the grass, by fakeplasticlily — former classmates with now wei wuxian babysitting and lan wangji as a famous football player. aaah, just imagining lan wangji playing football, as a brazilian, it gives me chills.

• grow, by cafecliche — age degression wei wuxian troubling cloud recesses and the juniors. i love this idea! love a tiny wei wuxian. he deserves good things.

• obedient and bellicose, by thunderwear — an ella the enchanted au where, as per say, lan wangji has to follow every rule. oh, what an incredible fusion. it fits so well, even.

• ⭐️ at least in this lifetime, by etymologyplayground — aaaah i'm sighing over this again. this story's pure sweetness. diabetes. fluff. outstanding. basically, it's just wangxian getting married.

• ⭐️🎖️ i'm the one for your fire, by occultings (microcomets) — a cherry magic au, where wei wuxian can reads mind and discovers lan wangji from the office is actually into him. and maybe he's also into lan wangji. but like, in a no homo kinda way. of course! (denial's a river on africa, dear.)

• ⭐️ look not with the eyes, by spodumene — a case fic post-canon cql where everyone who knows lan wangji starts to devote themselves to him and it doesn't work on wei wuxian. why would that be? i wonder.

• ⭐️🎖️ sweet chaos, by eachandeverydimension — it took me a long time to finish this because everything was so good i wanted to feel it forever. wangxian arranged marriage where they're fourteen and lan wangji goes spend the time with him at yunmeng.

• ⭐️🎖️ your words upon my lips, by uchiuchi — during a nighthun, wangxian get cursed, what one says comes on the other's lips. this killed me, it's so freaking funny and overall over the top.

• ⭐️🎖️ linger by the door (i've always been yours), by piecrust — epistolary wangxian! post-canon cql! introspection! slow burn! everything i could ever want in just one fic. and the letters are unbearably beautiful.

• my heart skips a beat (so my gut can feel the punch), by piecrust — wangxian taking the long way back home. i always wonder how these pretty stories come into an author's mind.

• we sit in the sunset glow, by moonsteps — tangled au where wei wuxian's flynn rider and wangji's rapunzel. thank you, dear author, indeed wangxian came straight out of a fairy tale movie and we deserve more fics like this!

•⭐️not in so many words, by jaws_3 — getting hananaki through a curse after he flirts with the wrong florist, wei wuxian starts dealing with the consequences of his actions. a masterpiece. and so, so lovely, gimme more. this author also has many darling works.

• ⭐️tickling sleeping dragons, by fallingfeathers — a hogwarts au with wei wuxian as a troublemaker gryffindor and lan wangji as a rigorous ravenclaw! perfect, isn't it? the development's awesome as well.

• blooming into the color of love, series by leffy — actors wei wuxian and lan wangji, who are judged to be rivals, have to work together for a tv show. and they have sex scenes at that. so enjoyable!

• love potion no. 9, by ria_green — one more hogwarts au where amortentia's involved, so you can imagine what happens. short and soft.

• the rivers start to sing, by fruitys — another tangled au but this time with wei wuxian as rapunzel and lan wangji as flynn rider. it's a marvel that we have two tangled aus in here! phenomenal. mountains, we met by this author (every work of theirs, actually) are also worth every bit!

•⭐️blue-ribbon bunny, by cicer — shapeshifter lan wangji is forced into a shift after getting tired at work and wei wuxian finds him. bunji won my heart, i want to pet him! wei wuxian, you lucky fool.

•⭐️no more looking, i've found home, by annadream — more epistolary wangxian! more post-canon cql! getting together! once again, with terrific letters. i'm astonished with these author's mind.

•⭐️🎖️teen project to change the world, by animeloverhomura — mdzs characters watching mdzs donghua!!! please, this is my utmost FAVORITE! ever! i'm also translating this into portuguese, for those who wanna check in the start note (i'm slowly updating it, im sorry). but aaah, how sensational this work is!!

• an impromptu visit to the city, by bosbie — lan wangji time travels into a modern time and wei wuxian finds him there! oh, this is precious, they are the best.

• heartkeeper, by postingpebbles — bunny lan wangji again, but this ain't modern times, and it's also fascinating. the arts in these made me so warm inside, too.

• ⭐️🎖️the one-body problem, by metisket — during a ritual, lan jingyi's possessed and wei wuxian's on his body with him. waahhh, i couldn't help but chuckle during every part of this, it's well-written and freaking nice to see them bonding. jingyi and wei wuxian being buddies owns my life.

• ⭐️🎖️no certainty of doors between us, by betts — this is the story that HAUNTS me. i read this every once in a while because it's goddamn FANTASTIC. just roommates wangxian with wangji complaining about wei wuxian but being head over heels in love with the man. chaotic, amusing and flawless!!!

• ⭐️🎖️covered in bees, by scarlettstorm— apiary au with wei wuxian freaking out over bees at his doorstep, but then lan wangji comes to aid. and of course, chemistry sparks. and there are bees everywhere. and my heart's melted.

•🎖️lavender blue, by ana_cp — wei wuxian's a florist for a wedding and lan wangji's a cook, they meet and don't stop meeting afterwards. everything about this work is excellent!

•⭐️ wrong turn, right place, by diamondbruise — more time-travel au! this time, it's wei wuxian who goes to cloud recesses coming from his modern time. one of my favorite quotes from all the fics i've read it's in here. such an exquisite work.

• hello, it. have you tried turning it off and on again?, by overmountainandmeadow — here we have modern setting, office wangxian, it superior lan wangji, juniors as interns and other great plots. stunning work!

• diamonds are wei wuxian's worst enemy, by thefaceofno — lan wangji says he wants to marry, and wei wuxian thinks it's with another person. of course it isn't. so he helps plan his own wedding. coming from our best fool, that's expected, really. splendid!

• secretary lan, series by silverclaw — exactly what it says, lan wangji as his husband's secretary and everybody thinks wei wuxian's cheating on their spouse with... well, his spouse. it's absurdly good.

• our hands clasped so tight, by chapter_61 — wangxian get stuck in a library and conversations ensue. i like the idea of fics with a lot of dialogue, and this one didn't fail to surprise and light me up! lovely!

• ⭐️connected: unknown number, by phoenixking25 — wrong number aus always have my heart, and wow, how good this one is. truly excellent, with the perfect lenght. the ones i read are always so short, but this is longer! a win for the wrong number lovers.

• cut through the clouds, break the ceiling, by tardigradeschool — modern setting with our adorable boys including a drunk confession. i'm not lying when i say this is so delightful, i want to print it out and keep it.

• who could stay? you could stay, by martyrsdaughter — neighbours au, where wei wuxian's a bit intruding. maybe too much. but lan wangji likes him anywhere. what is there not to like? haha, a whole awesome read.

• ⭐️ be gay, do crime, by merelydovely — lan wangji thinks wei wuxian, the guy who invaded his home one afternoon and petted his bunnies, is a bad guy. he's not. hilarious and brilliant!

• ⭐️don't threaten me with a good time, by livinginaworldofnoise — ridiculously funny! basically, a great british bake off au with wei wuxian being a lil demon. i want this to be printed and delivered during my funeral, thank you very much.

• ⭐️as the clouds part and clear, we finally meet again, by 12262325 — lan wangji, as a kid, encounters wei wuxian, who's older than him. they keep on encountering each other, and lan wangji keeps on falling in love with his senior. aah, i'm in love with this work! i can't stop rereading!

• as if you were a mythical thing, by daltoneering — a vague steampunk au as the author suggest, and it absolutely rocks! i wish this had even more hits, as it deserves.

you can check my wangxian bookmarks on ao3 for more recs! i’d just like to note again that this is, of course, based on my own opinion. regardless if these stories are famous or not, i wanted to make this list for my enjoyment and for those who want more wangxian content, either they’re old here or if they’re just entering the fandom :)

as always, i’m accepting other recs if you have those. check my pinned tweet for more of my stuff and thank yoou!

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Pumpkin' to Talk About

Soonyoung x reader

summary: “I thought Cinderella was supposed to come in a pumpkin carriage, not come with a pumpkin for a head.”

genre: fluff, pinch of angst, fantasy au/magic uni au

warnings: swearing, food mentions, lmk if i missed any

wc: 3.1k

a/n: happy halloween :)

In Soonyoung’s defense, he was left unsupervised for far too long. Carving pumpkins was never meant to be a solitary activity, especially not for him. He’s always needed someone to make sure appendages remain attached to his body and the removal of pumpkin seeds doesn’t turn into a crime scene of goopy guts. In all honesty, it could be way worse.

“Oh. My. God.” Chan’s words are followed by a crash, whatever he was holding scattering onto the floor. At least it doesn’t sound like anything broke.

“What the hell, Chan! That was—” Seungkwan stops mid sentence as well, his footsteps stopping in the entryway. “Oh, Soonyoung, what did you do?”

“Are you okay?” Chan asks.

Soonyoung nods—correction, he tries to nod, but his skin thickens and becomes harder halfway up his neck, turning into a stiff rind that doesn’t budge. He runs his hand over it again, smooth with gentle bumps, curving wider than his natural head. He can just barely reach the top, which curves into a little concave, centering around a little, thick stem.

“It’s not that bad!” Soonyoung says. His voice comes out all muffled.

“You have a pumpkin for a head,” Seungkwan says flatly.

“Is that what it is?” Soonyoung says. “I can’t actually see myself. Or anything.”

“Did Soonyoung just say he went blind again—Holy shit!” Seokmin apparently finally walks in. He walks closer until Soonyoung can hear his breathing. Has he always been able to hear that? Did he get enhanced hearing with the pumpkin head?

“Woah,” Seokmin says, way too close to his face. Seokmin pats his pumpkin cheek, but with a head both bigger and heavier than normal, it sends Soonyoung teetering to the side. Seokmin grabs him by the shoulders, straightening him. “Sorry.”

“How did you do this?” Seungkwan asks, finally overcoming his initial shock.

“It was a simple spell,” Soonyoung says. “At least it was supposed to be. A shortcut to carving faces into pumpkins, Joshua said it was easy, I don’t know what went wrong!”

“You tried a spell from Joshua,” Seungkwan says. Soonyoung doesn't need sight to see him shaking his head, frowning at Soonyoung for yet another idiotic escapade. “Everyone knows he spends so much time on his hair that it fucks up the energetic balance of his spells.”

“It’s true,” Chan says. “Remember the time Jun tried to use his spell for cleaning? I don’t think his eyebrows ever recovered.”

“Dude, you’re gonna have a pumpkin head forever,” Seokmin says.

“No!” Soonyoung cries. “It’ll be fine! It’s reversible!”

“I know you slept through most of Fundamentals, but even you know that not all spells are reversible,” Seungkwan says.

“But Joshua said—”

“And don’t trust anything Joshua tells you.” Seungkwan sighs.

Soonyoung refuses to believe he’s stuck like that. “It turned out okay for that Jack guy.”

“Who?”

“You know, Jack, from that Halloween movie, with a pumpkin for a head.” Soonyoung turns his head as best he can, trying to determine if his hearing has left him too.

“Do you mean Jack Skellington?” Seokmin finally asks. “From the Nightmare Before Christmas?”

“Yeah, that guy!”

“Soonyoung, he was a skeleton,” Seokmin says.

“I thought he had a pumpkin head first.”

“He was the pumpkin king,” Chan offers.

“With a pumpkin head?” Soonyoung asks.

“Have you seen the movie?” Seokmin asks.

“Well no,” Soonyoung admits.

“We’re getting off track,” Seungkwan says. “Though that’s a crime and we will be watching it. As soon as we get your head back.”

“So you do think I can get my head back!” Soonyoung would grin if the skin of his face wasn’t so stiff.

“We’ll figure it out,” Seungkwan says. Something scrapes against the floor, and Soonyoung hears Seungkwan flop into a chair. Seokmin throws his arms around Soonyoung’s shoulders.

“So what would happen if we poked your eyeholes?” Chan asks.

“I have eyeholes?”

“Yeah, you’ve got the whole jack-o-lantern thing going on,” Chan says. “No light though… What do you think would happen if we opened you up like a real pumpkin? Do you think you’ve got brains up in there or pumpkin goop?”

“Let’s not find out,” Soonyoung says quickly. He lets Seokmin guide him to the couch, sitting and resting his heavy head against the wall.

“What are you going to do about YN?” Seokmin asks.

Soonyoung has become familiar with having a blank slate in his head. More often than not, it feels like one thought at a time rattles around until it makes its way into a bad joke or a stunt with varying degrees of success. He’s even used to having a blank slate when it comes to you, the source of his pounding heart and favorite smiles. It’s no surprise he can’t think of an answer to Seokmin’s question. He can’t even fathom the question itself, the words twisting themselves in his head until he’s convinced he has pumpkin soup for brains.

“YN could probably fix it,” Seungkwan says. Of course you could. You’re you, the single most advanced magician the world has seen since… ever. You’re the smartest, most talented person he knows, if there’s anyone that could fix him with a snap, it would be you.

“Of course, that means admitting to YN that you did this to yourself,” Chan says. “Is that proper first date etiquette?”

“It’s not a date,” Soonyoung says with a groan.

“Right,” Seungkwan says. “You just want it to be one.”

“Are you sure it isn’t a date?” Seokmin asks. “It’s a dance that you agreed to attend together.”

“It’s not a date!” Soonyoung says. “Though, yes, I wish it was one.”

“I don’t get why you won’t just ask them out,” Chan says. “Do you really think you’d get rejected? They agreed to go to the dance with you.”

“We agreed to meet at the dance and hang out,” Soonyoung says. “I’m not even picking them up.”

“At least you have someone you’re going with,” Seokmin grumbles. “I’m stuck being a part of the three musketeers again.”

“There were four of them,” Seungkwan says, “and speak for yourself.”

“Since when do you have a date?” Soonyoung asks.

“This morning,” Seungkwan says smugly. “And don’t even think about begging for details, you won’t get any.”

“I guess it’s just the two of us,” Chan says.

“You are not my date,” Seokmin says. “I’d rather third wheel with Soonyoung and YN.”

“I’m going to have to see YN like this,” Soonyoung says. He slides farther down the couch, pumpkin head pointed toward the sky. “I can’t even see.”

“You’re lucky it’s a masquerade ball,” Seungkwan says. “What would you do if it was suit and tie?”

Soonyoung groans. “I was going to wear the velvet suit.”

“So wear it,” Seokmin says.

“It’s leopard print,” Soonyoung says, “I had a matching mask and everything.”

“Right, maybe just the suit you wore to Jeonghan’s wedding,” Seokmin says.

“How do you own multiple suits?” Chan asks.

“He got this one specially for the ball,” Seungkwan says. “Worked double shifts at the café to afford it, all so he can look nice for his not-date with YN.”

“It’s going to be fine,” Seokmin says, patting Soonyoung on the shoulder.

Soonyoung groans and wishes he could stare at the ceiling. Instead all he sees is a black expanse, an emptiness like nothing he’s ever seen. What if this really is forever? He pictures your face, image popping into his mind in an instant, the lines of your face, the way the corners of your eyes curl up when you smile—how he wishes he could see you smile again.

Soonyoung reaches out, letting Seungkwan pull him out of the car. Seungkwan throws an arm over his shoulder, Seokmin appearing at his other side to do the same, each of his friends doing their best to keep him on his feet as they cross the parking lot. A car door slams shut and they freeze, dragging Soonyoung to a stop.

“Wow, you guys weren’t joking, huh,” Vernon says.

“I told you,” Seungkwan says. “Pumpkin head.”

“What do you think is up there?”

“His brain, I hope,” Chan says.

“I think it’s hollow and filled with the stringy bits like a real pumpkin,” Seokmin says. “Seungkwan won’t let me crack it open to find out.”

“Absolutely not,” Seungkwan says. “Though you’re probably right.”

Vernon hums. “Pumpkin, spice and everything nice.”

“Isn’t the saying ‘sugar and spice?’” Soonyoung asks.

There’s a beat of silence before Seungkwan says, “He just shrugged.”

“Right, you can’t see anything,” Vernon says. “Is it reversible?”

“It’s a Joshua spell,” Seungkwan says.

“Yeesh,” Vernon says. “I’ve seen Jun’s eyebrows.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence,” Soonyoung says. “Can we please get this night over with?” The guys laugh but start walking again.

“Don’t let it get you too down,” Chan says. “You still have a hot date!”

“Not a date!” Soonyoung says. “How many times do I have to tell you guys?”

“A date?” Vernon asks.

“He asked YN to accompany him tonight,” Chan explains, “which apparently isn’t a date.”

“Right,” Vernon says. “Wait, the YN?”

“Is there any other?”

“You’ve got big dreams, dude,” Vernon says.

“Stairs,” Seungkwan warns. They pause, letting Soonyoung lift his foot up a little too much higher than it needs to be, arms around his shoulders keeping him from toppling over when the step is lower than he expects. They move at a snail’s pace up the stairs.

“I can’t believe the Academy sprung for an actually decent venue,” Chan says. His voice comes from the other side of Seokmin.

“Probably means they skimped out on something else,” Seungkwan says.

“It better not be the food,” Seokmin says. “I’m hungry.”

Soonyoung’s stomach flips though he can’t tell if it’s because he’s hungry too or because they’ve reached the top of a smooth staircase. He nearly slips on the waxed stone beneath his feet.

“Ready?” Seungkwan asks.

Soonyoung sighs. “Let’s do this.”

The boys drop their arms, though Seokmin stays true to his word, pressing his shoulder against Soonyoung. Seungkwan squeezes his arm one final time then vanishes, ignoring Chan’s taunt about his alleged date. Vernon makes a beeline for the buffet table, shoving some poor freshmen out of his way according to Seokmin.

Allegedly, the masquerade ball is being held in the oldest building in the city, a church designed in the 1300s and built without a single spell. There’s some irony about hosting the Academy of Magic’s annual graduation ball here, with each perfectly imperfect stone a testament to a world without magic. All Soonyoung knows is that the music echoes and the air isn’t stuffy, despite the throng of bodies Seokmin describes.

“Do you see YN anywhere?” He asks softly.

“It’s a masquerade ball,” Seokmin says. “I don’t see anyone.”

“They’re wearing green,” Soonyoung says. Stupid pumpkin head. He could find you in a heartbeat, mask or not—though evidently not blind.

He takes another step but instead of flat stone his shoes press down on bumpy leather.

“Ow!” Someone says.

“Sorry!” Soonyoung says.

“Give him a break, Jihoon, he can’t see anything,” Seokmin says.

“Soonyoung?” Jihoon asks. “I thought Cinderella was supposed to come in a pumpkin carriage, not come with a pumpkin for a head.”

“Very funny,” Soonyoung says. “Have you seen YN?”

“You really are shooting for the fairy tale, aren’t you?” Jihoon says. “You’re not Cinderella though. Maybe Rapunzel. Did she have a Prince Charming? YN is definitely a Prince Charming.”

“Have you seen them or not?”

“Nope,” Jihoon says. “They might be by the buffet, though not for long. The food sucks.”

Seokmin groans. “I knew it.”

Jihoon must walk away, because he doesn’t say anything. He’s right—Soonyoung’s a fool for dreaming about anything with you. You’re not just Prince Charming, you’re the whole royal court. Are you even looking for him? He doesn’t blame you for not being able to find him. He’d told you his mask would be a surprise, back when he was dressed in a tailor-cut suit and could see himself in the mirror to make sure he looks good. The jacket on his shoulders now hangs a size too large, hardly the dashing image he dreamed of. Jihoon was right the first time, he’s Cinderella and the clock struck midnight early.��

“You said YN’s in green, right?” Seokmin asks, almost whispering in Soonyoung’s ear.

“Yeah.” He pauses. “Wait, do you see them?”

“That’s not much of a mask, Seokmin.” Your voice comes from in front of him. “You too, Chan, it’s disappointing. Get on Soonyoung’s level.”

Seokmin snorts. “Hi YN.”

“Hi Soonyoung,” you say, ignoring Seokmin. “You weren’t joking about having a killer mask.” You actually sound impressed. He takes that as a good sign.

“Thanks,” he says. “You, uh… I was looking for you.”

“Me too,” you say. You must have stepped closer, soft voice echoing in his ears.

“It looks so real,” you say. “It must be so hard to see.”

“You have no idea,” Seokmin mutters. Soonyoung elbows him.

Your hand falls onto his elbow, sliding down to lace your fingers with his and Soonyoung forgets he has a pumpkin for a head, forgets he’s wearing a suit that doesn’t fit, he forgets how much of an idiot he is, hell, he forgets his own name.

“So, what do I have to do to get my date alone?” You ask.

“Date?” Soonyoung chokes. He feels Seokmin leave his side, Chan’s yelp of protest nearly a mile away from him.

“We’re at a dance together,” you say. “Is that not a date?” Your fingers loosen, slipping away from him. He squeezes out of instinct, keeping your hand in his.

“I didn’t think of it as one,” he says. “But it can be. If you want.” He tries to run his hand through his hair but smacks his pumpkin face instead. “This isn’t how I wanted any of this to go,” he mutters.

“Look, if you don’t want it to be a date, it’s fine,” you say, forcing him to let go of your hand. “It doesn’t have to mean anything, I just—”

“YN, I want to go on a date with you,” Soonyoung says. “I want—I want to date you, to call you mine. I want you to call me yours. I like you, so much, and I know you hear that all the time, so that’s why I didn’t think this was a date. I thought…”

“What?” You ask. “That I go to the biggest event of the year with just anyone? Soonyoung, of course I like you.”

“But I’m a C-tier magician on my best day,” he blurts out.

“So what?” You ask. Your hands find his again. You stand so close he can feel the warmth radiating from you. Maybe it’s his imagination or maybe the pumpkin head really did give him super hearing because he swears he can hear your heart pounding.

“I like you, Soonyoung,” you say. “And you like me, too.”

No matter how hard he tries to smile, his face doesn’t move. “This still doesn’t count as a first date, though.”

“Why not?”

“It’s got to be a proper date,” he says. “Dinner and a walk in a park, you know.”

“I didn’t take you for a traditionalist,” you say.

“I’m not,” Soonyoung says. He just can’t tell you he refuses to have his first date with you like this, blind and unable to even smile back at you.

“Is a dance too much like a date?” You ask. “Could you stand it anyways?”

Soonyoung freezes. “I can’t dance.”

“See, now I know for a fact you’re lying,” you say. “Are you forgetting that we’ve had three of these balls? I’ve quite literally seen you do the splits.”

“You remember that?” Soonyoung’s heart feels like it’s pumping glitter through his veins.

“Soonyoung.” The smile has vanished from your voice. You squeeze his hands. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Soonyoung says, “except this isn’t a mask or a helmet, this is kind of my head.”

“The pumpkin?”

“Joshua spell,” he says. “I was trying to carve pumpkins for our front porch.”

“Soonyoung,” you say, patting his cheek. He can feel it, your fingers against the rough skin, though it’s like he’s wearing two hundred masks.

“I can’t see anything,” he admits, “And my head is so heavy I can’t walk without falling over, let alone dance.”

“Well, it’s Joshua, so it could just wear off,” you say. “Maybe there’s a Cinderella caveat and it’ll reset at midnight.”

“God, I hope so.” He sighs.

“Hm, you don’t need God, just me.” You tug him slowly out of the room, chilly night air telling him that you’ve brought him outside. You lead him to the steps, sitting him down and standing between his legs, placing your hands on either side of his face.

“Don’t move,” you whisper. You smell like cinnamon and something else, something sweet. “This might pinch.”

He curls the hem of his suit jacket in his fingers, squeezing as tight as he can but keeping his head still. You won’t hurt him. He’s heard horror stories of exploding heads from spells meant to pop zits. But you’re the best magician, maybe in the world. If he can trust anyone, it’s you.

Pressure builds up in his ears, like he’s on a plane going up far too fast, and then it pops and he blinks and Soonyoung can see again. His eyes take a moment to adjust, blurry vision clearing to see you standing over him, hands hovering over the sides of his face.

You glow—not just because you’re positively the prettiest person he’s ever seen in his life, but literally. A golden halo hovering above your head lights up your face, even prettier than he remembered, cheeks dusted with glitter. Mask nowhere to be seen, he can see the individual sparkles, count the eyelashes that flutter a breath away from his.

“Hi,” he breathes.

“Hey you,” you say. “You’re back.” You rest your hands on his shoulders.

“You look amazing,” he says.

You grin. “And you look like you.”

He tilts his head. “You didn’t like the pumpkin?”

You lean closer, pressing the ghost of a kiss on his lips. “I like a face I can kiss much better.”

You stand up as if nothing happened, laughing at the astonishment on his face. He snaps his jaw shut.

“You call that a kiss?”

You shrug. “Take me on a date and find out.”

Soonyoung jumps to his feet, following you as you walk back inside. You slow down until he catches up, holding out your hand for him to hold. It fits better than he ever thought it would.

“You still want to dance?” He asks.

You grin, spinning to face him. “It’s a slow dance.”

“I don’t mind.” He tugs you closer, raising your intertwined hands while placing his free hand on your waist. Yours falls on his shoulder. It hardly qualifies as dancing, swaying back and forth more than anything else. He’s never been happier on the dance floor.

“This so counts as our first date.”

#🌟 stars galaxy #caratlibrary #seventeen x reader #svt reader #seventeen fanfic #seventeen fanfiction #seventeen fluff #kwon soonyoung #hoshi #svt hoshi #soonyoung x reader #hoshi x reader #hoshi fluff #soonyoung fluff #soonyoung #svt x reader

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polaroidbills · 2 years

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[☆] mulan or cinderella?

pairing! - bf!enhypen (hyung line) x reader

genre! - reactions, texting au, fluff fluff fluff, a pinch of crack

warning! - swearing, mega fluff, (lmk if i forgot anything)

synopsis! - enhypen hyung line's reactions to you doing the 'disney princess' trend (you as mulan and their ex as cinderella) 🤍

author's note! - here's the hyung line version! thank you for the love on the maknae version 😣🫶🏼 i'll try to come up with some more fics for the future!

lee heeseung ♪

park jongseong ♪

sim jaeyun ♪

park sunghoon ♪

#enhypen #enhypen x reader #enhypen reactions #enhypen oneshots #enhypen scenarios #enhypen imagines #enhypen hyung line #lee heeseung #park jongseong #sim jaeyun #park sunghoon #jake sim #enhypen jay #hyung line x reader #texting au #enhypen smau #enhypen texts #1-800-143

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greetings-and-salutations · 7 months

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“Slightly More Anonymous Than Usual Karate Kids Getting Wasted and Starting Fist Fights”

Robby Keene x Reader Part 4

✨CATCH UP DUMP✨

Day 7 of the 13 Nights of Halloween Spooktacular!!!

Masterlist | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

(Gif not mine)

Requested? No

Summary: (Y/n) really doesn’t want to go to the stupid Halloween Masquerade Ball. But, maybe Moon was right. Maybe she’d finally find her soulmate under the cheap streamers and disco lighting… (a cinderella retelling)

soulmate au: You find your soulmate when you touch for the first time and the date and time you met becomes engraved as a tattoo on your wrist.

Warnings: starred out swear words, violence? that’s it? 🤔😂

Pairing: Robby Keene x Fem!Reader

‘October 31st 11:58pm’

Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god.

Robby. Robby Keene. Miyagi-Do’s Robby Keene. Hawk’s practical sworn enemy Robby Keene.

Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god.

(Y/n) didn’t know what to do. She was sure she looked like an idiot, just standing there staring at him. But what was she supposed to do? It wasn’t like she, or anyone else for that matter, had tons upon tons of experience in this specific department.

Robby Keene…

Could this night get any worse?

“Why don’t you come over here and say that to my face, you little b*tch!”

Right…

The sharp pull, which was slowly becoming more familiar to the girl, was what brought (Y/n) out of her thoughts. She was confused again about its origins, but only for a moment before realization struck her like Hawk’s fist slamming into the side of Demetri’s face, which she could practically feel from where she stood.

Robby was gone.

And that was the pull. It was Robby. Robby, and the soulmate bond. Because Robby Keene was her soulmate. (Y/n)’s heart fluttered all on its own at the thought, and, against her better judgment, she allowed herself a moment to appreciate it. Robby was her soulmate. (Y/n) had found her soulmate. And he was… well, (Y/n) didn’t really know. But the universe did. And that was good enough for her. Her Cobra Kai friends, however, might take more convincing…

But, of course, she didn’t need to deal with that right now. No, right now, (Y/n)’s brain had apparently made the executive decision that she needed to, instead, make a break for it. Not that it wasn’t warranted. The whole evening had been an emotional roller coaster. So, fleeing the scene seemed like a fairly acceptable thing to do. And she hoped Robby would see it that way. He seemed pretty preoccupied presently anyways…

“Moon!” (Y/n) ran through the crowd, pushing past shocked partygoers who were watching the madness going down on the dance floor, and mentally cursed at herself. Why had she thought hitching a ride was a good idea instead of making her own way to this thing, knowing full well she wouldn’t have wished to stay as long as her friends did anyways, even if she hadn’t run into such a crisis as she now knew as “Robby Keene.” She honestly just hoped at this point that the other girl would be too preoccupied trying to stop her boyfriend from causing an all out karate brawl in formal attire to think too much about whether or not she should hand over the keys. Because (Y/n) really needed to get out of there…

“(Y/n)! Where’d you go!?! We were worried you got caught up in…” She trailed off, gesturing towards the mess that (Y/n) could vaguely see a familiar jacket in the middle of. Her heart jumped against her will when she caught sight of the boy she was universally destined to be with, and for a moment she contemplated staying to see if he would be alright, but then all the problems that come along with him returned to the forefront of her mind and (Y/n) was forcefully reminded how much she needed to be gone when he finally did come looking for her.

“Moon, I have to get out of here! You have to help me!” (Y/n) knew how frantic she sounded and almost felt sorry for the concern she was probably filling her friend with, but she just didn’t have time to sit around and explain. The fight was still raging, of course, but who knows how much longer it could go on for. And she needed to make her escape while they were all distracted…

“What are you talking about? We’ve gotta stop them!” Moon started dragging (Y/n) along with her, destination clear but, even if it hadn’t been, the return of the pulling sensation (of which (Y/n) had just now decided to describe simply as “Robby”) would have given it away. And that was the opposite of what she wanted…

“No! Moon, please! You have to get me out of here! It’s an emergency!”

Now, Moon didn’t initially look like she believed her, which caused (Y/n)’s heart to drop into her stomach. She hadn’t had time to think of the possible outcome if Robby did catch up with her. What do I say? What do I do? It was almost impossible to imagine the interaction not going horribly wrong in some way, and that only pushed (Y/n) further towards the flight side of her “fight or flight instinct.”

But, thankfully after a moment, which felt painfully more like an hour to the attempted runaway, Moon finally sighed and pulled a set of keys out of her purse.

“They’re to Hawk’s truck.” She explained, holding them out to (Y/n), but quickly pulled them back to finish her thought before the other girl could grab them. “But, you better bring it back to the dojo tomorrow, got it?” (Y/n) nodded eagerly, not caring that that meant making a pit stop at the Cobra infested place the next morning. She’d worry about that later…

“Thanks Moon, you’re a life saver! I’ll see you tomorrow!”

And off (Y/n) ran with the keys, away from the quickly escalating situation behind her, and, of course, the potential boy of her dreams…

+ + +

Robby threw another punch into the fray, but his heart just wasn’t in it. He didn’t even get her name… God, why didn’t I get her name?

The mark on his wrist felt like it was burning but Robby knew that was all just in his head. But, then again, his head was swimming with so many thoughts that he couldn’t quite pinpoint which one precisely to mentally yell at to quiet down in order to stop the phantom pains.

Someone sending a sharp kick to his side brought Robby back to the situation at hand and he glared at the Cobra who he didn’t even recognize. He figured he must be one of Hawk’s though because he knew everyone in Miyagi-Do. Robby sent a kick back, using more force than necessary, though he wasn’t about to admit the reason behind it, figuring it would be childish to say he was mad that this whole endeavor had interrupted his conversation with the girl. His soulmate…

This was so stupid. He shouldn’t be here dealing with this sh*t. He should be with her, getting to know her, falling in love, all that mushy stuff. But no. Robby was more worried about this dumb karate war. What was wrong with him?

“Robby!? Where are you going!?”

But he ignored whoever it was, not even caring enough to look back as he shoved random Cobras out of his way, charging back towards where he’d last seen her. Because he needed to see her… His soulmate…

But the table was empty, and the girl? Nowhere to be found…

Robby’s heart clenched. Where did she go? He looked around frantically, the longer he came up empty handed the more worried he became, as his thoughts ran wild with what he was going to do now. He’d never met her without a mask on. He didn’t know her name, or literally anything about her. How was he going to find her?

And then, Robby caught sight of an all too familiar green dress, and almost sighed in relief. That is, until he realized it was running, so fast you’d think she was being chased, and so far in the opposite direction…

“No! Wait!”

In any other circumstance, Robby definitely would have caught her. While she was running incredibly fast for someone in a floor length poofy dress and heels, Robby’s own dress clothes were much more equipped for the exercise. But the crowd was so big and everyone was pushing him back towards the mess he was trying to get away from, and she just kept getting further and further away.

“Stop! Please!”

But by the time Robby had finally made it through, she was gone again, though this time leaving something behind…

He kneeled down with a frown, picking up the little keychain that seemed to have fallen away from the others in her haste to leave, hope growing in his chest at the thought that maybe this could be a clue to help him find her. But then his blood ran cold as Robby read the words printed across the leather…

COBRA KAI KARATE

Ah, sh*t…

TO BE CONTINUED

Tag lists are open!!!

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kaiapaia · 4 months

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at the last stroke of midnight (pt. 1)

Pairing: Shouto Todoroki/Reader

WC: 2,021

Content warnings: aged up characters, everyone is in their 20s or older. fantasy au. no real content warnings for this part, mostly just fluff. no pronouns used for reader, but they are described to wear skirts and are referred to as 'my lady'.

i've had this idea kicking around for a while, and finally decided to finish it for shouto's birthday this year! i have this mostly written, so updates should be consistent, with the last part hopefully coming out on his birthday next week.

soundtrack for this: the whole story was written to the 2015 Cinderella soundtrack by Patrick Doyle. 10/10 recommend.

part 1 (you are here) : part 2

Curse these southerners and their confounded layers,” you muttered angrily as you tried to situate your skirts and petticoats so you could lay down. After some pulling and twisting and more grumbled swearing, you sank down into the soft grass, a sigh of relief escaping your lips at the cool shade underneath the sweeping branches of the trees. You fanned yourself, trying to create any sort of breeze as the haze of the summer afternoon rippled in the air.

You were still close enough to the palace gardens that you could hear the chatter of passing courtiers and servants, the hum of conversation blending with the buzzing of the cicadas to create a soothing kind of white noise. You had time yet, you mused. Time enough for a nap, before you were summoned back to your duties in the castle. Settling your head on your arm, you closed your eyes and began to doze off in your woodland bower.

Crashing sounds rudely roused you from your peaceful rest. There’s no time to react before a form hurtled through the bushes, landing on top of you with a grunt. You catch a flash of red and white hair, and you come nose to nose with surprised blue and grey heterochromatic eyes. You raise your hands to shove him off of you, but a loud noise catches both of your attention.

“GET THE FUCK BACK HERE, ICY HOT!” comes a bellow from somewhere in the palace gardens, accompanied by a crackle of something that sounds like… firecrackers?

The man above you smirks faintly, and you push at his chest, meeting surprisingly solid muscle. Unfortunately, all your shove really does is remind him of your presence, and he turns back to regard you with a curious look. You open your mouth to scream, and he quickly raises a hand to cover your mouth. “Quiet, just for a moment. Please?” he murmurs, his voice low and soft.

You glare but remain silent. The two of you listen to the angry man’s footsteps and grumbling recede, and the moment he fades out of your range of hearing you open your mouth and drag your tongue across the palm still covering your mouth. He recoils immediately, and you take the opportunity to push him again. This time he goes, rocking back to kneel on the grass in front of you. He offers you a hand, but you brush it to the side as you sit up.

“Did you… lick me?” he asks, looking at you incredulously.

“Would you rather I bit you instead?” you retort, focused on righting your dress. “Both are justified when a strange man puts his hand over one’s mouth.”

This startles a huff of laughter out of the strange man. “Ah, no. I am glad you did not bite me.” He looks you over with a strange glint in his eye. “What is your name, my lady?”

You examine him in return. He’s dressed in loose clothes under leather armor, and has a fine dusting of dirt that suggests he’s come from the training yards. A knight, perhaps? “I’m no one of consequence,” you say airily, leaning on the tree behind you for support as you stand up.

He rises with you, his hand moving on instinct to offer you assistance, hanging in the air between the two of you. You brush the grass blades off your skirt and look up, surprised to find his varicolored eyes still watching you. There’s a moment of stillness as your eyes meet, and a shiver runs down your spine at being studied so intently.

The sound of distant bells breaks the atmosphere that has settled over the two of you. Tearing your eyes away from the stranger’s face, you look towards the clock tower and count the bells. You curse under your breath, realizing that you’d taken a longer nap than you’d meant to. As you turn to push through the bushes, a cool hand wraps around your wrist.

“Will you be at the tournament tomorrow?”

“Perhaps, if my lady wishes for me to accompany her.” You pull your hand from his grasp and turn to push through the bushes, returning to the manicured paths of the palace gardens. His gaze remains on you as you walk away, and you can feel it on you like a touch. It sends shivers skittering down your spine, and your skin tingles where his fingers wrapped around your wrist. Discreetly, you shake out your hands and tip your chin up, making your way to the queen’s apartments.

The queen is seated at her vanity, and her grey eyes twinkle at you in the mirror. “You missed dinner,” she says calmly, a sly smile curling the corners of her mouth.

“I apologize, your majesty. I was… delayed,” you say, falling into a deep curtsy before moving behind her. You begin gently removing the pins from her snow white hair.

She lets you work in silence for a moment, letting you relax for a moment before she meets your eyes in the mirror. “Were you napping again?”

“I would do no such thing, your majesty. I was simply enjoying the weather,” you say loftily, refusing to meet her knowing gaze.

“Ah yes, enjoying the weather that you’ve complained about since you arrived.”

“Perhaps I would enjoy it more if I didn’t have to wear all these accursed layers in the middle of summer,” you grouse, running a soft bristled brush through her fine white hair. “These southerners have such delicate sensibilities. I don’t know how you put up with them, your majesty.”

“You’ll grow accustomed to them in time,” she leans her head back with a sigh. “You might even come to find their ways charming.”

“Perhaps. It will be difficult to find them charming while I’m sweating like a pig in three layers of skirts, though.” Your hands still in her hair, and you can feel her eyes on you. “I would kill for a swim in the glacial river,” you joke, resuming your work.

“I know you miss home,” Rei says, her voice gentle. “If you ever want to return, just say the word.”

You let out a distinctly unladylike snort. “And leave you alone to play nice with these southerners? Unlikely.”

She laughs, the sound clear and tinkling like bells. You tie off her long braid with a silver ribbon and do a once over of her room, checking to see if there’s anything you missed.

“You’re free to go,” Rei stands from her chair, pulling a soft blue robe over her nightclothes. “I can take care of myself for the rest of the evening. You’ll need your rest before you attend me at the tournament tomorrow,” she says, a sly look in her grey eyes.

You let her see your eye roll as you dip into a curtsy. “As your majesty wishes,” you say, voice saccharine sweet.

“It’ll be fun,” she tells you. “This city knows how to put on a show.”

“Ah yes, people in metal suits bashing each other over the head with sticks, my favorite.”

“There’s more to it than that,” she admonishes. “You’ll understand once you see. Now run along,” she shoos you out the door with a flapping motion. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

The next morning finds you stifling a yawn behind your hand as you wait in the kitchens for the maids to assemble the queen’s breakfast tray. You hum to yourself as you ascend the stairs to her chambers, where you find her already awake.

You set the tray down on her small table and begin setting out her food. The queen finishes the letter that she’s working on at her desk before she joins you, sitting elegantly in one of the chairs. Once you’ve finished unpacking her tray, you move to her wardrobe.

“Any preferences for your gown today, your majesty?”

“Let’s do the light green one that I wore on May Day.”

You retrieve the requested gown from its place in the wardrobe, laying it out on the bed before you begin gathering the required accessories. Once the queen finishes her breakfast, she stands at the vanity, and you begin the process of dressing. Over her chemise goes the petticoat, then a royal blue kirtle woven with gold. The pale green gown goes last, finely made and patterned with verdant leaves.

You fasten a golden girdle at her waist, studded with emeralds and sapphires. She takes a matching necklace out of her jewelry box and hands it to you to fasten around her neck. Rei takes a seat at the vanity for you to do her hair, which you then place a fine golden veil over, holding it in place with combs.

The final piece is her crown, a delicate golden thing set with moonstones and star sapphires. It rests on her brow, and it makes her look regal and imposing.

Satisfied with your handiwork, you leave her to inspect the gown in the mirror while you go to the table and begin gathering the breakfast dishes to take back to the kitchen. Before you can leave, the queen calls your name.

“Come here,” she beckons you. Rei pulls something out from a drawer in her desk and offers it to you. You set the tray down on the table and approach. The object in her hand is a wreath of silk flowers, bound together with colorful ribbons. It’s too big to be a bracelet, and too small to be a crown. You turn it over in your hands, trying to deduce its purpose.

“It’s a favor,” the queen explains. She laughs softly at your look of confusion. “It’s a token that’s customarily given to a knight of your choosing before their bout at the tournament. As queen, I cannot show favor to one knight over the others, but you have no such restrictions.”

She sees the hesitation on your face. “Just think about it,” she asks, her voice gentle. “I won’t order you to participate in this country’s customs, but this would be a good start.”

You tuck the favor in your pocket. “I will, your majesty,” you curtsy. She looks pleased, and the two of you share a smile before you leave the room.

You bring the tray back to the kitchens and see to your other duties. The favor burns a hole in your pocket while you dash about, finishing chores and preparing the queen’s box. Perhaps she’s right, you muse. Since you arrived four months ago, you’ve avoided every custom and tradition the south has to offer. You’re at court so little that you’ve only met two of the queen’s four children- Princess Fuyumi is the picture of an elegant southern lady, and Prince Natsuo seems like a kind man, devoted to his studies.

The other two princes have eluded you so far. Prince Touya has been in recovery since the whole business with the king, and hasn’t been seen in the capital since. As far as you know, the youngest prince has been away for several months, studying magic under the great mage Yagi Toshinori. You’ve heard that the youngest prince has made quite a name for himself, as he roams the country slaying monsters with his teacher. It’s unlikely that either of them will attend, but you wonder if they’ll make an appearance.

Your mind strays to the strange knight with the heterochromatic eyes. You can’t deny that he’d been handsome, with those blue and grey eyes, delicate features, and a soft mouth. As a knight he’s most likely going to be somewhere in the tournament tomorrow, a part of your mind whispers.

You quash that thought immediately. Your duty is to the queen, you remind yourself. You have no business getting distracted, no matter how pretty the distraction might be. Besides, most of these southerners are only interested in you because you’re an oddity. They’re curious about your snow woman heritage, and their interest quickly wanes when you refuse to do tricks for them.

The knight didn’t know, your brain points out. And he was interested in you anyway.

#shouto todoroki x reader #todoroki x reader #my hero x reader #my hero academia #shouto todoroki #kaiawrites

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channoticedmeuwu · 11 months

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txt's taekai as . . . EVER AFTER HIGH CHARACTERS !

! ✧彡 ˵ ୨ ⁠ ’ 📷 ⑅⁠ ꒱⁠ ˖⁠♡ દ ☆ 👣

p — TAEKAI × FEM!READER | g — fluff, eah!au | w — eah terms used, fate&destiny talk + not proofread

a/n — bc choi line got a lot of good feedback !! + oh em gee I finally found a parent for hyuka I was seriously considering giving him goldilocks but rapunzel suits him sm betterrr

♡ DON'T FORGET TO READ CHOI LINE'S VERSION !!

TAEHYUN, SON OF CINDERELLA

taehyun was special in his own way—an unhealthy addiction to be the best dressed, and unfortunately, cursed to be either too late or too early to any event. it was tedious, waking up hours before to not even catch a glimpse for the dawning streaks of light in the sky, all his animal "buddies" sleeping soundly and muttering things in their sleep which only royals like him could understand.

so imagine your surprise when you walked into the gigantic gymnasium of Ever After High, carrying endless supplies to decorate for this year's thronecoming and saw taehyun sitting there—evening light peering through the ceiling glass, casting shades of blue iridescent all over him and the floors around. you were assigned by headmaster grimm himself to decorate the entire gymnasium all by yourself, which you wouldn't have taken if he didn't offer you a grade boost.

you stared at taehyun, blond hair curled to rest around his eyelashes, glitter decorating his cheeks and shards of crystal-like blue in his eyes. you could swear you muttered a soft wow to yourself as you watched him clear his throat, epaulettes of his navy blue suit making his shoulders look broader as he walked towards you, his ears turning red with slight embarrassment. “cursed,” he just shook his head as he snapped his fingers and summoned multiple birds, which took the banners from the box in your hand to lay all over the walls. “guess you don't have a date either, y/n.”

you snapped out of your daze when he said that. you and taehyun never really interacted outside from accidentally bumping into him in the halls or chasing him down to do locker inspection, which he always avoided desperately. but seeing him, all dolled up and pretty, sitting here alone for god knows how long because of a stupid curse, made your intestines tie themselves up from pity.

“yeah, you guessed right,” you just returned, biting your lips as you set down the box in your hand and turned to another, before he stopped you, a clap from his hands calling a dozen other animals.

“y/n,” you can't remember the last time taehyun actually tried to make conversation with you. he desperately tried to rush everywhere, his mom's curse must have set the road for destruction for any of her future descendents to come, and taehyun was no rule breaker. but you didn't know that there was another reason taehyun was so fidgety whenever you were nearby; a reason that caused his speech to slur whenever you'd beam at him in the halls, a reason that would make his fingers tremble, a reason that would turn him into a royal mess. hours he'd spend, day and night, blood pumping uncontrollably fast and feeling his heartbeat chatter his teeth, picturing you being able to spend time with him and actually talk to him. but how could he ever talk to you, when he could hear every click of the second needle on every clock nearby, and constant reminders that time was never his friend?

“sit with me.” but right now, all taehyun had was time on his hands before he could see you wearing a dress representative of your family legacy, secretly wishing he could be the one to hold your hand and guide you into the gymnasium, shocking the school.

“would you like to go thronecoming with me?”

☆ BONUS ! — taehyun was best friends (forever after) with sons of snow white and sleeping beauty. the three of them, yeonjun, soobin and taehyun himself, made up an unforgettable trio— untouchable royals that roamed the lands of Ever After, their presence shaking the earths and attracting commotion from not only humans, but also animals, chitter chatter here and there. their feet allowed grass to curl about, bright green, and plants to bloom like it were spring. a touch across an open wound, and it would heal twice as fast. untouchable royals, leaving everyone on their knees as they'd walk by, a sprinkling hue blessing them from the skies above.

HUENINGKAI, SON OF RAPUNZEL

the boy had magic hair, if it wasn't obvious enough. brown and gold glowing locks curled around his collar, freckled cheeks blushy and eyes glittering with curiosity— it wasn't a surprise that hueningkai was the spitting image of his mother. he wasn't too keen about his fate, either, a trait which was ironically similar to the rebellion of his mother. to be locked up in a tower, yearning for something out there that he knew was meant to be his, but never knowing when, or even if, he'll be able to have a grasp on it. it just didn't sit right with him that he were to suffer the same fate, sitting around and writing poetry and painting pictures (which wasn't really his favorite, either.)

so what was it about him, was it the naive, mischievous twitch of his nose, or the perk of his eyebrows when something would catch his attention? you didn't know what had you hooked, seeing hueningkai laugh with the children of the town as he handed them flowers, or trying to convince taehyun that a bit of mud on his shoes wasn't going to ruin his ever after.

and, fuck, maybe he did have the prettiest smile in the sun, and maybe he did sometimes tear his clothes climbing trees, and maybe he did have the bottom of his feet completely blackened from the mud—but did you really care, especially when he'd look so prim and proper in his white and gold uniform for the Tri-Castle-On? every morning and every evening, he'd practice in the field, hair combed to the side and streaks glowing as he muttered songs underneath his breath to calm his nerves, fingers shaking as he clutched his bow, archery being his weakest point.

hueningkai would watch you from the corner of his eye, focussed fingers crossed in front of your mouth, watching with furrowed eyebrows. you weren't that hard to miss, if he was being honest. and after letting an arrow go, he'd let out a breath he'd held in for so long, relaxing his shoulders and turning to you, soft smile on his lips as the glow from his hair dulled. sometimes he'd wave at you, and sometimes, if he was feeling extra cheery, he'd whistle while he skipped, shooting you a playful wink.

there was no way this boy was about to leave his fate behind a locked tower.

txt — masterlist

main taglist (hmu to get added!) — @koishua @navyhyuck @allegxdly @daystiny @kdyism @neotism @bluejaem @radiorenjun @sleepylixie @oifelixcmerebrou @mrkcore @imdamnconfused @sicluvz @abhirami20 @tyongishs @emvrd @brxght-world @1921choi

I’d appreciate if you’d give me a little feedback on the drabble if you read, whether it’s an ask, a reply or in the tags of the rb! Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed!

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only-lonely-stars · 29 days

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A Bride for the Prince (Prologue)

[Prologue - you are here!] // [Chapter 1 of 9] – (FFN) (AO3)

Part of the @ninjago-fairy-tale-au!

Summary:

Once upon a time, there lived a faithful and hardworking girl named Pixal Borg, who worked every day to satisfy her demanding stepmother. For years, she cleaned and cooked, giving no argument, until the day came when she met the prince. A Pixane Cinderella retelling.

Chapter summary:

Pixal Borg, daughter of Cyrus Borg, was the only heir to a lush estate... until they day her stepmother decided to get in the way.

Once upon a time, there lived a happy family in the Central Commonwealth within the realm of Ninjago. There was a father, a mother, and a lone daughter; the Borgs. They loved each other deeply and dearly, putting each other's needs before their own, and were envied by all who knew them.

As time passed, however, it became clear to everyone that their family was imperfect. The father, Cyrus, was an inventor who often worked late into the night by candlelight. The mother, Astrid, slowly became sickly and weak, confined to bed due to her weakness. Due to these circumstances, their daughter Pansy took it upon herself to run their household.

For several years, it seemed as if Astrid's sickness would come and go, leaving her slightly worse every time it faded. Eventually, however, it took her to death's door. It was at that time that she called Pansy to her side, that she might say her last goodbyes, even as Cyrus worked tirelessly to find a cure.

When Pansy at last came to her mother's bedside, Astrid took her hands. "My dearest daughter, my brightest star. You are but a pixel in the sky, but you shine with the light of faithfulness. Thank you for caring for me so well."

Pansy cried, wiping her tears away just as she shed them. "Mother, won't you recover? Father swears he's finally found a way."

"Not this time." Astrid struggled to sit up and pressed a kiss to Pansy's forehead. "My daughter, you must be good for your father. Be faithful, and the First Master will always take care of you. I will watch over you from the next life; you will never be alone."

Later that night, Astrid breathed her last. Pansy cried unceasingly for weeks. In her mother's memory, she decided she would no longer live by the name of Pansy; instead, she would be Pixal, shining faithfully despite all hardship.

After his wife's death, Cyrus lapsed into a deep despair. He would neither sleep nor eat as he should. More than once, Pixal had to beg him to care for himself. For months his sorrow was inexpressable. He prayed, he cried, and he lived on. Eventually, however, he began to be able to cope with their loss.

One day as Cyrus was wandering their town's market, he came across a beautiful woman and her two daughters, shopping for clothing. He introduced himself, and they began a friendship. Before much time had passed, they decided to court. The woman, Amaryllis, was a widow who sought financial stability, especially for her daughters Begonia and Columbine, while Cyrus desired companionship, that Pixal might have a mother again. It seemed like a perfect solution to all involved.

Eleven months after Astrid's death, Cyrus and Amaryllis were married. Their courtship had been beautiful, as was the ceremony, and not a single eye was dry as they spoke their vows. Pixal thought that she would have a beautiful relationship with every one of her new family members, and the future looked bright to all.

Unfortunately, when the anniversary of his first wife's death arrived, Cyrus lapsed once more into his sorrow. He delved into his work to cope, avoiding every obligation. Once again, he worked by candle light to finish his many inventions, in the hope that they could bring him out of his despair. He could not revive his wife, but if he could provide perfectly for his new family, perhaps he would feel saved.

When Amaryllis saw how Cyrus still cared about his first wife, however, she was filled with rage. Begonia and Columbine were likewise angered, as they had hoped their new father would spoil them with attention and gifts, but instead he holed himself up in his workroom. Pixal, for her part, simply went about her life as she had prior, for her new sisters never lifted a finger to help with the housework, as she always had to aid their hired help. Her relationship with her new sisters became strained. In thinking that she thought she was a more righteous girl than them, Begonia and Columbine began to torment her, giving her ever more work to do and telling the maids that it was Pixal's doing. As Pixal slowly took on more chores, Amaryllis began to join in.

As the years passed, life only devolved for the Borgs, even as Cyrus found success in his inventions. Under his unsuspecting eye, Pixal slowly became akin to a maid, while Amaryllis, Begonia, and Columbine began to treat themselves like queens. He took long business trips, often traveling to the farthest corners of their kingdom to sell his inventions. However, Pixal never wavered, committed to her promise to her mother. Faithful until the end, she held her head high, despite wearing rags smudged with cinders, determined to be the daughter her mother raised.

#ninjago #ninjago pixal #ninjago zane #pixal borg #zane julien #pixane #ninjago fanfiction #OLST fanfic #OLST writing #ninjago fairy tale au #a bride for the prince

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landslided · 6 months

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Hear me out>:) lawrusso AU: Johnny is Snow White, Miguel Robin etc are the seven dwarfs, Kreese is the evil queen and Daniel is the prince

aaaah sorry i didn’t see this yesterday! yes!! it would be so cute! okay let me get into this:

aesthetically daniel has more snow white vibes and johnny would absolutely rock either a cinderella fit or a sleeping beauty one but in terms of story it would fit so well! also i feel totally normal about evil king kreese who would ask the hunter (bobby?) to take out johnny because he’s threatening his power, he’s the actual heir, etc etc. (he’s the prettiest princess in the karate kingdom!) bobby would of course let johnny leave because that’s his buddy and johnny would go and find a little house in the woods. im thinking maybe all that happens when they’re young (and prince daniel might have had a crush/rivalry with prince johnny when they were kids) and then we flash forward to johnny, now a very resourceful guy who lives at the edges of the kingdom and has this pack of kids who lives with him. he’s friends with people in the village at the outskirts of the forest and even if he’s a bit of a mess, they all act like they don’t know that the guy who comes around and sometimes help to fix their rooftops and stuff is the lost prince of the kingdom.

daniel is sent on a quest to find the lost prince because his own kingdom is under attack from king kreese and another mysterious monarch (you know it’s silver) and he needs to strengthen his kingdom’s claim to certain titles and lands. bobby kinda leads him to where he thinks johnny might be but he warns him that johnny will probably refuse to come back so daniel has to work his charm and get him to agree to fight with them so maybe daniel plays the role of a vagabond traveler who just happens to find johnny’s home and the kids are like “johnny!! you can’t kick him out!! he has nowhere to go!!" and then of course, falling in love montage before the big reveal that daniel has hidden his identity ("you LIED to me!" "i had to! im sorry, i just wanted you to give me a chance to explain myself but everything else is real, this thing between you and me is real, i swear!") and for a while daniel has to leave because johnny is so hurt but then he’s called back to the house by miguel because, surprise, johnny got poisoned (now you get to imagine either silver or kreese dressed like old ladies with poisoned apples) and they’ve put him in this glass casket and he’s so eerily beautiful but daniel doesn’t like how still he looks, how pale and he just, presses a small kiss to johnny’s lips, just to say goodbye and then you know, true love and all that jazz. (they kick kreese and silver’s asses and get married and daniel introduces his children to johnny’s rag tag team of kids and johnny introduces his friend carmen to platonic consort amanda)

#thank you for this ask it was so cute! (this is very self indulgent in the best way)#*asks #ask AUs

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piercethelenn · 2 years

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☁️He Sings In The Morning

A Lee Heeseung Social Media AU.

Featuring Lee Seokmin from Seventeen!

Pairing: Singer! Lee Heeseung x Pianist! Fem reader.

Genre: Strangers to lovers, college au, non idol! Heeseung, fluff, a sprinkle of angst, tried humor but I can't promise anything :'] slow (like, really slow) burn.

Warnings: Swearing, suggestive jokes (never too serious though), roach pictures(?), lots of empty threats, mentions of alcohol consumption, violence and drug dealing, death jokes.

Synopsis:

Y/N is a very passionate pianist who works at a private music academy, along with the vocal instructor Lee Seokmin, a skilled singer and performer, pretty known in the city for busking and uploading covers on YouTube. Things are going very smoothly for them, having a lot of talented students and… Oh my God, what is The Lee Heeseung doing here?!

Alternatively:

It was safe to say that the Lee siblings, Heeseung and Seokmin, were the most talented duo in town when it came to music. After months of failed auditions, the eldest brother finally gets a chance to leave the city to follow his dreams, trusting his academy duties to Heeseung, against his will, of course.

Featuring: Enhypen; Seokmin, Mingyu and Minghao (Seventeen); Jeongin (Stray Kids); Yeojin, Yerim and Hyejoo (Loona); Liz (IVE)

Status: Finished (10/11/2022)

Started: 06/10/2022.

Schedule: Updates every day.

Profiles 1

Profiles 2

Profiles 3

Intro: A Journey.

At the Bus Stop.

Excalibur.

The Visitor.

Love Letter.

Jealousy.

Rose-Colored Boy.

The Power of Friendship.

Pianos Don't Bite.

Coke and Rice Soup.

Dream.

Sunghoon Egg Arc.

Rain.

Guardian Angels.

King Arthur.

What are we?

Coworker-zoned.

Come Back Home.

Just One Yesterday.

Marisa.

The Favorite Lee.

Wanna Eat Ramen?

Romeo and Cinderella.

Alpha Whores.

Tequila Intoxication.

Doe-eyed Bastard.

The Adults Are Talking.

The Nameless Band.

I Can Fix This.

Uhm, Excuse Me What Are You Doing Into His House?

Someone Give This Man a Hug.

Off My Face.

Being Horny Is Not An Emergency.

Genshin Streamer.

Outro: He Yells In The Morning.

Notes:

I do not ship any of the idols involved, everything is for entertainment purposes.

Picture credits to their respective owners.

English is not my first language!

Taglist: @boowoowho

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duchessonfire · 1 year

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Midnight Magic 5/6

Cinderella AU, Modern Magic AU, pre-serum Steve is a potion shop assistant who has been magically turned into a much bigger and taller version of himself. When Tony Stark invites him to a Valentine's Day party without recognizing who he is, Steve has a hard time saying no. But the spell changing his appearance only lasts until midnight...

Preview of chapter 5 below the cut (fic is complete and will post every day):

“What time is it?”

Tony, who was in the process of unfolding the blanket and laying it over them, looks up at his urgent tone. “I don’t know. Early, I think. JARVIS?” he calls.

“It is 10:32 PM, sir,” the entity answers and Steve doesn’t know if it makes him feel calmer or more anxious.

He still has time, but not much. He needs to be out of here by midnight. How long does sex usually last? he almost asks, before realizing how idiotic it might sound.

Tony raises an eyebrow, but Steve could swear that the corners of his mouth tighten. “In a rush?”

“No, I—I promised my friend we’d leave early, that’s all.”

It’s a small lie, close enough to the truth, and Tony relaxes, settling back down next to Steve under the blanket. “If it’s the friend you were with earlier, I’m pretty sure he’ll be too busy with Natasha to notice if you’re late,” he smiles slyly.

Steve’s heart sinks.

“Yeah… you’re probably right.”

“Hey,” Tony says softly, cupping Steve’s jaw with his hand. It’s a warm point of contact and a source of comfort. Steve can’t help but snuggle closer to him. “We don’t have to do anything. Tonight’s been great. We can just keep chatting like this. Or we can get dressed and go say hi to the robots. I can’t let DUM-E unsupervised for too long anyway, he’ll set the whole building on fire and then probably aim the fire extinguisher at me when I come to rescue him from the flames.”

Steve laughs and Tony’s eyes sparkle as his thumb starts tracing soothing patterns along Steve’s cheek. “In all seriousness, this is perfect already. We don’t have to do anything more.”