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inuiiwonderland · 1 year

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Having a family again

|After losing everything, you finally can have a family again|

Tw: mentions of miscarriage, being poisoned, angst and basically more angst but fluff ending!

Reader is a fae and lilias wife!

You let out a sigh as you quietly walked out the young prince's room. You were finally able to put the young prince to sleep after a long day of playing around and taking care of the future king of briar valley.

You smiled when you remembered how happy he was when you told him that your schedule for today was free and you can spend the whole day with him. The young prince let out a squeal as he hugged your waist.

"Really? We can spend the whole day together today?!" You gave him a nod and you saw how his eyes lit up with excitement.

"Can we go see the gargoyle statues today?! Oh! Can we get ice cream too! Maybe even going into town!" You couldn't help but laugh at the young boy's excitement as you nodded your head.

"We can, but first we need to eat breakfast before doing anything else. Say, would you like to help me prepare today's breakfast?"

The moment those words left your lips, you could see malleus beam at the idea of helping you cook in the kitchen.

"Yes yes yes! Let's go!" You smiled as you let him pull you towards the kitchen as he excitedly babbles about how fun today is going to be since you're free.

You walked around the palace halls as you decided to go make yourself some tea to help you relax after a long day in town with malleus.

You hum a beautiful tune as you walk the long halls to the kitchen. You loved malleus with all your heart but he sure did tired you out today. Maybe it's the old age finally catching up to you.

You chuckle at that. Once finally in the kitchen, you started making your tea as you continued to hum the beautiful tune all over again.

You took a seat when you were done and waited for your tea to cool down before you could drink it.

While waiting, your mind couldn't help but drift off to the same thoughts you always think about.

Having a child.

You knew that the possibility of having a child again will never happen. After all, the ability to have a child again was ripped away from you by ugly jealousy.

"What do you think?" You say as you twirl around to show off the new dress you bought.

"It looks lovely on you my love" Your heart couldn't help but flutter at the sweet words of your husband.

"You think so?"

"Mhm"

You giggle as lilia hugged you from behind and swayed you side to side.

"Oh what a beautiful wife I have~"

"Oh shush!" You say as you playfully slapped his arm.

"It's true"

You smiled as you turned around to give him a quick kiss.

"Aw I want more" You playfully rolled your eyes as you kissed him once more, but this time it was a long passionate kiss.

You were breathless by the time you two pulled away.

"I love you both" He says as he then kneels down to kiss your swollen belly. You giggle as you see the love and adoration in his eyes.

"Only 2 more months"

"Can't wait any longer for this little one. Do you think he will have my looks? Or yours?"

"Mmm, I don't know but hopefully my looks" You say as you let out a small giggle. He smiles up at you before getting up

"Hopefully he has your eyes"

"Are my eyes that pretty?" You ask him

"The most beautiful eyes I have ever seen"

You smiled before pulling him into another kiss.

You two were unaware about what was to come.

–

"What happened?!" He looked breathless since he ran as fast as he could after being informed about your current state.

"Lord Lilia!" One of the doctors yelled out before quickly walking over to him.

"My wife! What happened to my wife?!" The doctor couldn't help but feel a wave of sadness overcome him as he knew that the words that will come out of his mouth would destroy Lilia.

"Your wife…has been poison lord lilia" Lilia eyes widened as he couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"How is my wife?! My child?!" He looked almost desperate to know the answer. He couldn't help but feel a wave of anxiety wash through his body as he anxiously waited for the doctor's response.

"Your wife is alright my lord, but…"

"But what?" The doctor sighs before looking at him with sad eyes.

"Unfortunately…your child didn't make it. We tried everything we can to also save the baby but not even our magic was strong enough to save your child from the poison"

It almost felt like the world stopped. He couldn't believe his ears. He didn't know what to say and he was just speechless.

"I'm very sorry lord lilia"

"My wife…does she know?"

"Sadly Mrs. Vanrouge isn't informed about the situation"

"She still hasn't woken up so we weren't able to tell her the news"

Lilia closes his eyes before taking a deep breath.

He knew that he felt heartbroken about the news and all he can think about is you. How you would react to such a thing.

"Mrs. Vanrouge is awake!" Lilia quickly ran to where you were as the doctor quickly followed behind.

Entering the room, lilia heart sank seeing you in such a state. You looked so tired and drained. He made his way to your side and took your hand in his.

"Y/n my love, are you alright?" He asks. He knows it's a dumb question to ask but he wanted to hear it from you. To know that you are fine.

"Mhm…and my baby? Is my baby alright doctor" Both lilia and the doctor tensed up and you notice the sudden change after mentioning your baby.

"My baby…is my baby alright doctor?" You asked. The confusion and anxiety in your eyes was enough to tear lilia heart apart.

"I'm sorry Mrs. Vanrouge, but your baby didn't make it"

You looked at the doctor before letting out a small laugh.

"Let's not make jokes now, please doctor tell me that my baby okay"

Your husband held your hand tight as you looked at him and then back at the doctors.

"I'm sorry" That was all you needed to hear before breaking down into a sobbing mess.

"N-no! This can't be! No no no no! My baby can't be dead!" You cry out as lilia holds you close to his chest.

You cried out in agony as you repeated the same words over and over again.

"No not my baby! Please not my baby!"

"I'm so sorry my love" He says as he holds you tightly in his arms. Both of the doctors left the room to give you two some privacy. But with the loud cries of agony, everyone most likely knew the devastating news of your baby.

–

It was later found out who was the reason behind you getting poisoned.

It was revealed to be some girl that was jealous of your relationship with lilia. She was envious of you for quote on quote "stealing her man" and getting pregnant with his child.

And so she poisoned you. But not with any ordinary poison.

It was the kind of poison to mess with your ability to have any children.

She wanted to make you suffer and so she went on to find this forbidden poison so she could end you.

Lilia was furious once he found out. He was disgusted with the ugly jealousy that reeked from that foolish girl. And he decided to give her a taste of her own medicine.

She was executed by having different kinds of deadly poison be injected in her.

That's what she gets for messing with his wife and child. His family.

After the execution, he made his way home. Entering the room, lilia was greeted by sniffling and small cries.

"My love…" He walks towards your shared bed and sits next to you.

"I'm sorry" lilia eyes widened as your cries got louder.

"It's all my fault..if I didn't accept that drink then this wouldn't have happened! I'm so sorry lilia!" His heart broke seeing you like this. He pulled you into a hug as he caressed your back.

"It's not your fault y/n. You didn't know her ill intentions so don't blame yourself"

"But because of me, we lost our child and I can't have any more kids because-"

"It's not your fault my love. It will never be your fault. We can get through this together okay?" He cups your face as you hiccup by how much you were crying.

"We'll get through this"

"I love you lilia"

"I love you too"

–

"Y/n!"

"Huh?" You looked down to see malleus tugging on your sleeve. How long have you spaced out?

"Are you okay y/n?" You smiled at the concern in his voice.

"I'm fine my young prince, now what are you doing up so late?"

"I- well…" You waited for him to continue and you noticed a small blush form on his cheeks.

"I-I had a nightmare"

"Nightmare you say" He nods his head and you pick him up.

"How about I stay with you until you fall asleep?"

"I would like that" You smiled at the boy before exiting the kitchen and walking towards his room.

You technically saw malleus as your own son. Since being by his side ever since he was an infant and practically raising him, you were more of a mother figure than his own.

Malleus saw both you and lilia as parental figures growing up. Seeing how you two were mostly in his life since he was an infant and basically raising him together, the boy saw you two more as parents then his actual ones.

Finally making it to his room you gently laid him down and tucked him into bed.

"I'll be here until you fall asleep okay?"

"Okay"

"Y/n?"

"Yes my prince?"

"Can you..hum me that tune you always hum? I like it and I think that will help me sleep"

"Of course"

You started humming the beautiful tune while caressing his head. You saw how he started getting drowsy and closing his eyes. Minutes later you heard soft snores coming from the young prince.

You smiled before giving him a kiss on his head and quietly making your way out of his room.

You went back to the kitchen to clean up. Your tea was already cold but you just poured it down the drain and continued cleaning up.

"Oh there you are!" You turned to see your husband, lilia.

"Oh lilia! I thought you were busy today?"

"I was! But…"

"But?"

"Well dear, during a short trip…I stumbled upon this little fella" You looked down to notice lilia cradling a small bundle in his arms.

You gasp when you notice what exactly he was carrying.

"Oh my..lilia is that a-"

"Child? Well yes"

"Where did you get this child from?!"

"Shh! He sleeping!" You quiet down when you see the baby shift in your husband's arms.

"Where did you get a baby from?!" You whispered at him.

"Well, as I was patrolling the area I started hearing noises coming from a nearby creek. And that when I found this little guy" he says as he shows you the sleeping baby.

"He looked tired and hungry, also cold! Can you believe it? He only had a thin layer of clothes on him and I couldn't just leave him there. So I took him and I had him checked by some doctors. Thankfully he was alright and only had signs of hunger and exhaustion"

"Oh you poor thing" Your heart arche at the thought of the poor baby being left out in the cold for who knows how long.

"Was there any signs of anyone living near the area?"

Lilia let out a sigh as he shook his head.

"No, seems to me he probably has been abandoned"

"That awful" You noticed the baby ears, and you saw how it wasn't pointy like fae's ears.

"It's a human child"

"Mhm, I'm surprised he lasted this long outside in this weather"

"While at the doctors, I got to bathe him and luckily there was some warm blankets to cover him up"

"So he doesn't have any clothes on him?"

"No" Lilia nervously says. You glared at him before thinking on what to do.

"Do we still have some of malleus old baby clothes?"

"Oh we do! I keep them in our room since I was a little to emotional on throwing them away"

"Little to emotional?" You say with a raised brow.

"There under our bed inside a box" You giggle before leaving to go get some clothes for the baby.

After finding some clothes, you put them on the baby while trying to be careful to not hurt him.

"Has he eaten anything?"

"Yes I made sure he was fed when I was there"

"That good" Once you are done, you swaddle the infant before holding him close to your chest protectively. You looked down at the boy and noticed how he snuggled up against you.

You smiled

You didn't notice lilia staring at you and once you felt his eyes on you, you looked up to see beautiful Ruby eyes staring right at you.

"We should keep him"

"Huh?"

"He has nowhere to go…and I don't trust him with anyone else but us" You stared wide-eyed at your husband. You didn't know what to say but hearing the baby's small coos you couldn't say no.

"Then let's keep him" lilia smiled and joined you on the bed.

"Now…what should we name him?" You thought for a moment. You weren't expecting to have a kid let alone a boy at the moment. So figuring out a name in a short amount of time is troublesome.

"I don't know"

"Let's see…liam?"

"Mm no"

"Noah?"

"No"

"Albert?"

"Oh God no" lilia laughs and tries to think again.

"How about…silver?"

"Silver?"

"Mhm"

"That doesn't sound bad…I like it" you looked down at the little infant only to see violet irises staring back at you.

"His name will be silver"

You could almost tell the baby was happy with the choice of name which made you both smile. He soon then closes his eyes to go to sleep but not before holding tightly on your pinky with his small hand.

"Sleep well silver"

Bonus!

Malleus yawns as he woke up. The delicious smell of pancakes filled the air and he practically leaps out of bed to follow the delicious smell.

"Good morning my prince"

"Morning y/n!" He then notices lilia sitting down while drinking some coffee.

"Good morning lilia!"

"Good morning malleus" malleus eyes then shift to the bundle that lilia has in his arms.

"What are you holding lilia?" The older fae just smiles before signaling malleus to come closer.

When he did, he gasps upon being face to face with a baby.

"Meet your new sibling" malleus looks at lilia before looking at you and then down at the baby.

He smiles as he extended his pinky for the baby to hold. And giggles when the baby grabs his pinky with his hand.

"Meet silver"

"Silver? What a nice name"

Idc what y'all say lilia would be head over heels for his s/o🙄 also the tune that reader was humming is once upon a dream! Not proofread since it's 4:41 in the morning and my dumbass is tired😣😓

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x female reader #disney twst #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland angst #twst angst #twst lilia #lilia vanrouge #lilia x reader #lilia angst #lilia fluff #twst malleus #malleus draconia #twisted wonderland lilia #twisted wonderland malleus #twst silver #twisted wonderland silver

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mixelation · 1 month

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oh here's some toxicity (reborn au au). it's torito u_u

In another world, the assurance that Itachi would never leave her behind would be enough for Tori. She would find it comforting. She would move on.

In this world, she really didn’t see why violent revenge couldn’t be her solution.

“If you’re so mad about it,” Obito drawled at her, “just kill him yourself.”

Obito had thrown himself lazily over the armchair in the corner of her room, right on top of a pair of pants and a sweater she’d worn once and wanted to wear again before she washed them. The chair didn’t match anything else in the room, but it was comfortable. Obito had put it there himself, rescued from an Uchiha elder’s house after they’d died.

(Of natural causes, he’d assured her.)

He was the primary person who ever sat in it, besides Tori’s laundry. He did it with the lazy decadence of a king in his throne.

Tori, cross-legged on her bed, pouted back at him. The point wasn’t really that someone killed that guy. It was the intense loyalty the act would mean for her. Had Obito and Minato not both slaughtered absurd numbers of people in an act of love? She wanted that. She wanted someone who liked her like that.

Would it be bad to break up with her fake-boyfriend if he wouldn’t real-murder for her…?

She had no idea how to explain all this to Obito without sounding completely unhinged. Instead she said, “I’d kill someone for Itachi.”

“No, you wouldn’t,” Obito countered immediately.

“I killed Danzo for him,” Tori said.

“No,” Obito said, rolling his ankle in the air. He twirled a finger at her. “You convinced Danzo to do something stupid that got him killed because you get off on leading people to their doom.”

Tori pouted some more.

“I’m glad sensei backed you up,” Obito said eventually, carefully not looking directly at her. His legs were over one arm of the chair, and he rolled an ankle in a loose circle. “You’re okay, right? Besides your unquenchable thirst for vengeance?”

A sly smile cracked over Tori’s lips. He had shown up the second she was finally in her own home.

“Aaaw,” she cooed. “Were you worried about me?”

Obito rolled his eyes and finally looked at her. “I just think if you get any more traumatized, you might actually figure out how to destroy the world. It’s the natural escalation of things.”

“You would know,” Tori replied. She unfolded her legs and scooted forward to sit on the edge of the bed closest to him. “Hey, Itachi spent the night the first night.”

Obito frowned at her. “What, you need a babysitter?”

“You could sit outside on the balcony like a gargoyle,” Tori replied. “Bark at passers by. You know.”

“Oooh,” Obito replied, dipping his head back as he leaned into the joke. “Oh, yeah, I could guard the whole apartment. My poor partner was traumatized, after all. I’ll keep anyone from coming in and bothering you. I’ll set up traps and chase your neighbors off. Maybe put up a blockade in the road.”

“Deidara will love this,” Tori said.

“Deidara is one of the people I’m chasing away,” Obito replied smartly.

They joked. They talked about silly, unimportant things. Tori watched Obito intently as they chatted. She liked seeing him like this, she thought. Obito was fun when he was relaxed and just fucking around.

He looked good too, she decided. She missed the mask, but Obito definitely had a nice face. He had the pretty Uchiha cheekbones and a strong jaw, and the messy dark hair worked on him. Plus, he was tall and broad-shouldered and well-muscled and… hmm.

Hmm.

Obito started absentmindedly doing little kicks with his feet like a school girl while he groused about how much of the block he could get Deidara to blow up, just by being annoying.

Tori decided to change her strategy.

xXx

“I decided I want to break up,” Tori told Itachi.

“Oh,” Itachi said, frowning down at her. “Why? I’m amenable to making changes.”

Tori shook her head.

“I don’t mind helping you, or hanging out with you on dates,” she said. “But I realized this arrangement means I can’t pursue my own romantic interests.”

“Ah,” Itachi said. “I didn’t realize you had those.”

Neither did I, Tori thought.

She nodded and waited to see if Itachi would say more. Maybe he would offer to murder or beat up the person she was interested in. That might make her stay.

“I suppose that’s reasonable,” Itachi said after a beat. “Thank you for helping me. Would you mind if I said I was too heartbroken to date for a while?”

“Um,” Tori replied. “Maybe we should say we decided we’d be better as friends so we don’t mess that up, and you can say you want time to think about what you want out of a dating partner.”

Itachi nodded thoughtfully and continued to not offer to kill for her.

Oh well. She tried.

xXx

When Obito jimmied open her window, Tori looked up from her desk like she’d been expecting him. Which, she probably was. Obito loved gossip.

He flopped directly from the window sill into his chair and steepled his fingers.

“So,” he said. He leered at her, lips pulling back from his teeth. “Did you break Itachi’s heart? Did he break yours? Tell me everything.”

Tori rolled her eyes and pushed her chair back from her desk. Instead of the usual sweatpants she preferred when just sitting around her room, she was wearing one of her little sundresses. She brushed her hair over her shoulder as she eyed him.

“I decided I might want to pursue my own interests,” she said bluntly.

Obito raised his eyebrows. “Oh yeah?” he said. “Found some other sucker to sic on your enemies? Teenaged romances are so dramatic nowadays.”

Tori stood.

“I think that’s part of the problem,” she said. “I’m not really a teenager, am I?”

She ran her hands through the signs for a henge, and then a twenty year old Tori was standing in front of him. It was a better aging up than most teens could manage– Tori, after all, had once been physically an adult. She knew the subtleties of her own face and how her body would change with age.

“Interesting strategy,” Obito said, unsure where this was going. Was she planning to use a henge to seduce someone older? Was Itachi about to lose to some two-bit chump who liked women in short skirts just because they’d agree to murder some other two-bit chump for Tori? That would be hilarious.

Tori took a step towards him, and then another. She got close enough that the hem of her skirt brushed against his knee, and Obito suddenly realized that Tori’s skirt was quite short, wasn’t it?

“I decided I wanted to pursue more… adult interests,” Tori said, and then suddenly she was in his lap.

“Wait,” Obito said, voice cracking. “Tori, what are you doing?”

Her hand went over his chin, her thumb and fingers squeezing his cheeks. Obito found this did alarming things to his insides.

“Have I told you how much prettier your face is than it should be?” Tori said. Her thumb moved up and down his right cheek. “How about you let me mess it up again, and I’ll help you put your eye in Kakashi’s head?”

“What?” Obito full-on squeaked.

He could overpower her and push her off. He didn’t. He felt frozen, transfixed by her eyes, dark and heavy as she looked at him.

His heart pounded away in his chest. This was ridiculous, though. This was just Tori. She was probably angling to trick him into letting her store lab supplies in kamui or something.

Then why the henge? He thought. Tori wasn’t above flirting to get what she wanted, but it was rarely her first choice strategy. He had no idea why it would be her strategy with him.

The henge is the problem, he decided, hands sweaty. Sixteen year old Tori wasn’t hot. She just wasn’t; she was a teenager. He didn’t… he didn’t remember ever thinking adult Tori was all that hot either, but she’d never crawled into his lap. Maybe it was just the nostalgia this was calling up for him. Or maybe any pretty woman could get this reaction out of him.

Pretty? No, fuck– well. Either way. He could just get rid of the henge.

“No, stop that,” Tori said when he activated his sharingan. Her hand immediately went over his eyes. This did even more alarming things to his insides.

“Oh, because the sharingan is so easily stopped,” Obito heard himself drawl back at her.

His hands were gripping the arms of his chair instead of stopping her. This was bad. Many abilities of the sharingan could not be stopped simply by covering it, but covering it sure did stop him from seeing unsexy, henge-free Tori.

He felt her shift, leaning forward. Her hair tickled his cheek and he could feel the heat of her body on his skin. When she spoke, he felt her breath on his lips.

“Then stop me, if you want to,” she said.

Obito gripped the chair harder. Tori shifted again, her hand staying over his eyes. She pressed her lips against his.

I am going to stop this, Obito thought, and then instead kissed her back.

Obito had only ever kissed Rin before, which had been weird and also terrible. This was also weird and terrible, but in a way where he didn’t want it to stop. Tori was familiar. She knew about the absolute darkest parts of him, and he wasn’t entirely convinced she wouldn’t murder him if given the chance. But she did know him, from his favorite bad jokes to his stint as a super villain.

She broke the kiss first.

“Are you going to be a good boy now?” she asked.

It was embarrassing that he found her wording hot.

“For you? Always,” he replied.

She removed her hand from his eyes. He deactivated the sharingan, studying her face. He set his hands and her hips and then trailed them up her waist, and he watched as she bit her bottom lip in response. He liked that.

There was no way she was doing this if she didn’t want something. Unfortunately, her method had worked in that he did now very much want to give it to her. But what would Tori want…?

“So you want that guy killed?” Obito asked.

Tori’s eyes lit up. It was… extremely cute. Fuck.

#reborn au au: it's gotten sillier #my writing #toriverse

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magnoliasandarson · 2 months

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hoax

Tim was doing his absolute damnedest to project calmness, but he was losing his mind. Two feet away, munching on some cheesy fries, was the Red Hood—the prodigal son, the dead golden boy, his childhood hero, his Robin. The insane man who once beat him half to death, now the guy who occasionally dropped by the cave with a frankly worrying number of bullet holes.

He’d been patrolling for an hour or so when he noticed the lack of gunshots, screams, explosions, etc., and tracked Hood to the gargoyle Dick took him to once when he was feeling sentimental. It was strange finding him without his signature explosive bucket on, with a bag of Batburger in his lap.

Tim didn’t know what to say, but he knew he needed to say something. Jason apologized for his actions weeks ago and explained that the pit had taken no dead Robins and turned it into all Robins must die, but there was still a weight between them. A clear line that said do not cross; luckily enough, Tim lived to cross those lines, “Takin’ a day off from murder and mayhem?”

Jason twisted his head to look over, his scowl somehow threatening, even with a fry hanging out of his mouth. He finished chewing, looking menacing the whole time, “Fucks it to ya, bird boy?”

Tim plopped down on the ledge; if Jason was going to shoot him, he would’ve already. He stared out at Gotham, at the empty streets and windows glowing with warmth and light. For once, the city was quiet, “Just making conversation, Hood.”

“What made you think I wanted to talk?” Jason’s tone was harsh, but it was about a five on the Jason-rage-meter, and Tim didn’t get fidgety till a seven.

Tim kicked his feet out, idly drumming his fingers on the cement ledge, “Maybe I wanted to talk.” And in a weird way, it was true. This was Jason freakin’ Todd; the boy wonder that made Batman laugh. He oddly wanted to know everything.

Jason sighed like he was accosted by young, costumed teens all the time, and, to be fair, he was. Stephanie had taken to showing up at his apartment at odd hours with waffles, and she had only been shot at twice, “Fine, traffic light. Whatcha wanna talk about.”

“Y’know, you wore the suit, too. ‘Least mine has pants.” Tim spoke, then immediately hunched away. Robin was a sore spot for Jason- Tim was stupid to bring it up.

For some reason, Jason didn’t immediately pull a gun; he just cocked his head and laughed quietly. Tim straightened back up and tried to muster up a glare, but that just made Jason’s little laughs louder, “Ooh- baby bird’s got jokes,” he rolled his shoulders and offered a thing of fries from the bag, “want some fries, Tiny?”

Tim groaned; why did everyone make short jokes about him? He snatched the fries sharply in protest, “You were short too-”

“Yeah, then I took a dip in poison snot,” Jason cut him off, “Ya wanna do that too, short stack?”

Tim immediately jammed some fries in his mouth- he was incurably dumb. He’d managed to bring up Robin and the Lazarus Pit with Jason. He should hang up the cape, “You got any advice? As a former short king?” Honestly, he wished Jason would just shoot him now. There was something wrong with his brain on a fundamental level. He’d been hanging out with Bart and Kon way too much.

Jason tilted his head like he was buffering and inhaled deeply through his nose like he was trying to calm himself through sheer force of will, “Whatcha wanna know?”

Tim chewed his mouthful of potato slowly; he hadn’t thought this far ahead. What did he want to know from Jason? He could ask about crime-lording, but Jason would probably snitch to Dick, and then Bruce would lecture him for at least an hour. Oddly enough, there was only one safe topic he could ask about, and it would still likely result in him leaving with lead in his body that was not there before, “You got any, uhm, Robin-ly advice?” Lightning should strike him down.

Jason didn’t kill him, which was a plus; just lit up a cigarette and took a long drag, which was objectively hilarious, but Tim would die if he laughed, so he just ate another fry, “Robin was a different kid,” he blew out smoke rings like the cool guys in movies, and if Tim wasn’t acutely afraid of lung cancer, he’d be tempted to try, “Dickwing use’ta say, “Robin is magic, you have to be brave for the magic to work.” I used to believe that shit.”

“You don’t anymore?”

Another cool ring of cigarette smoke floated out through the sky, “I stopped believin’ when I dug my way outta my grave.”

Noted. Tim cleared his throat; this was not a conversation he was equipped for, “Oh.”

Jason snorted, “Yeah- oh,” he took another deep drag of his cigarette, making Tim’s chest twinge, “The thing is- Robin will make you believe you can be- make you think you can be a better person.”

“Then why aren’t you better?” The words left his mouth without Tim’s consent, and his whole body tensed to jump, his fingers finding his grapple gun at his waist.

Jason gave a wry smile and stubbed his spent cigarette on the gargoyle to his right, “Because Robin isn’t magic.”

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little-pondhead · 1 year

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Rejected Threads Pt. 1

[This is a series where I post the bits and pieces I decided to cut out of their final fics due to various reasons. I welcome anyone who wants to pick this up and make it their own. You do not need to ask for permission to use it, but I would like to be tagged in whatever you make. Just so I can see it :) ]

[Everything here is unedited and may ramble at times. Enjoy!]

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Okay, so maybe Danny still had a thing or two to learn about being a ghost. It’s not his fault, really! Being dead doesn’t exactly come with a pamphlet introducing you to the afterlife! Although if his friends were here, they’d just berate him, saying this whole issue could have been avoided if he used his common sense, not his ghost sense. Which is fair. He’d give them points for that.

But come on. How was Danny supposed to know about the GIW’s latest invention? Honestly, it felt so cliche that Danny wanted to smash his head against a wall. He’d been hit by a shrink ray. Except it didn’t work right on ghosts, because it was made by normal people who’d never even seen a drop of ectoplasm in their life, so instead of shrinking him it de-aged him. He looked like a four-year-old! Ancients, he was never going to hear the end of this from Jazz.

Well, that was if he ever managed to make it back home.

Right now, he was leading the rogue government agents through the streets of some damp city jungle, swinging through gargoyles and avoiding blasts with a few nudges from the city spirit here and there. A few pedestrians screeched from the ground level and had to dive out of the way of the GIW’s armored van, but Danny was confident they wouldn’t be seriously hurt. A constant stream of energy was flowing between him and the city spirit, giving the spirit the strength needed to pull civilians away from the fight with a few shadowy fingers. In exchange, Danny was suddenly living life in the third person. He could see for miles around him, feel the heartbeat of the city underneath his fingertips, and hear the quiet whispers of children and shades settling down for the night. The city spirit was everywhere and had no problem lending their senses to Danny so he could get away. He knew he’d have a headache later from overstimulation, but right now it was a godsend.

From his enhanced view, Danny saw one of the agents lean out of their van, raising a gun toward his shadowy figure. They fired. He dodged. Is this how flies felt? Everything felt way too slow, and he could run circles around them with ease. Maybe once Amity’s spirit developed more, they could lend a hand like this one was. It was incredibly useful, if not draining. He probably wouldn’t have been hit by that stupid shrink ray in the first place if he could see behind him. Ope, Danny refocused his thoughts, almost missing the next swing. He should be paying attention more.

Where should I lead them? Danny asked the city spirit.

The spirit took a moment to reply, struggling to form human words. North. To the park.

Gotcha. After a moment, a thought crossed his mind. What’s your name?

…I am Gotham.

Nice to meet you, Gotham. I’m Danny Phantom.

Danny. The little king of the stars.

“What? No!” Danny was so startled by Gotham’s words that he really did miss the ledge of a building this time, falling like a dead weight for about twenty feet until he caught himself. He still stumbled as his feet hit the pavement, but it was a lot better than becoming a smear. Danny glanced around frantically, but there was no one on the street and he was still invisible. He could hear the screech of tires a few blocks away, almost missing the turn as the agents tried to follow him.

Now that there was some semblance of a plan in place, Danny needed to keep these guys on his tail rather than lose them. The shrink ray put off some very nasty vibes, which is how the GIW was tracking him, but maybe they could use a little guidance. Danny rose into the air once more, and at Gotham’s prompting, shot an ectoblast high into the sky, letting it explode like a firework far away from any buildings.

The Bats will notice, but this is the only way. Gotham remarked. It was getting easier to understand them the more they talked. I will hide you if it is your will.

Green eyes tracked the process of that damned white van for another two blocks, just until Danny knew their scanners would pick him up once more. Then he was off like a rocket, starting their little game of tag all over again as he led them closer and closer to the menacing grove of trees in the distance. Who are the bats? He silently asked.

The Bats. My knights.

You have knights?? That’s so cool. Danny panted, swerving to the left. His form flickered for just a moment, putting him onto the visible spectrum for a mere second before he was gone again. Don’t worry about me, I’ll hide myself for now. Once they’re gone from your borders. You should rest after this, I can feel the strain this has on you.

Little king is tired as well. Keep your strength.

Nah, I’ll be fine, Gotham. You were kind enough to offer me refuge until I figured things out. The least I can do is take care of my host.

Hm….

Gotham’s mind retreated from his own for a moment, pulling back so he could focus on the fight. Danny appreciated it. He finally reached the trees, shadows extending to greedily pull him into the depths of the park. Danny obliged, letting the shades and wayward spirits guide him toward the center of the property. The GIW was still hot on his heels, plowing down vegetation like it wasn’t even there. A ripple ran through Gotham like they were waiting for something, and Danny almost stopped to see what the issue was, but Gotham just kept nudging him along. Danny trusted the other spirit and floated silently next to a gnarled and crooked tree that stank of chemicals and twitched whenever he turned his back. Beyond the tree was a vast patch of land filled with mutated plants and dense fog that Danny definitely did not want to breathe in. There was a broken down and shabby glass greenhouse in the distance, the source of the plants and fog. Well, this was as far as Gotham wanted him to go, so this was where he’d make his last stand.

The GIW agents tore into the clearing, skidding to a stop a few meters away. Out climbed three men, guns charged and already pointed at him.

“Reveal yourself, Phantom! We know you’re there!” One of them, Danny remembered him as Agent R, barked. His gun was the biggest, and Danny was sure he’d be the hardest to dodge. Gotham shushed his thoughts, calming his nervous core, and told him to wait. To stall.

Stall for time? He could do that. “You’re so mean!” Danny flipped upside down, fading into existence. He gave the men a sharp grin, one too shark-like to be human. “We were having such a fun game of tag! Why can’t we keep going?”

Agent B, a short guy with a bright red mustache, stepped forward and jabbed his weapon toward Danny. “This is not a game, ghost!” He squeaked. “You are in violation of section two, paragraph three of the First Anti-Ecto Act. By order of Agent Alpha, you are hereby under arrest for unlawful-”

Danny snorted. “Sorry, Agent Alpha? What, is his first name Chad? Is his boyfriend’s name Omega?”

“His name is Mike Foxtrot! You insensitive bastard!” Agent B spat.

“Agent B!” The third man, who was probably their leader, slapped a hand down hard on his subordinate’s shoulder. Danny didn’t blame him. This was the most information he’d ever managed to worm out of them in less than two minutes. He mentally pats himself on the back for the new record.

“Listen, guys.” Danny raised his hands in faux surrender. “You may have turned me into a preschooler, buth-” He blushed violently. He bit his tongue, ruining the intimidating effect he was going for. “But I can still kick your ass seven ways to Sunday. Whaddya say we leave it at this for now?”

“Absolutely not, Phantom.” Agent R ordered. “You are to come with us quietly or we’ll be forced to use extreme force.”

“Extreme force?!” Danny shrieked, losing his smile. “You already use extreme force! I’m a fucking kid, you psycho!” Rage built in his chest, and green made his vision swim.

Let it build. Gotham urged. Let yourself cry.

Danny sniffed, still ranting. “And now that I’m an even smaller kid, you want to arrest me?! What did I even do wrong?”

“You are a class 7 ecto-entity, Phantom. Your very existence is illegal and dangerous.”

Danny let a few tears drip from his eyes, falling onto the weird plants below. A few flowers twitched out of the corner of his eye, turning to face him like a human would. The trees surrounding the cleaning seemed to lean in, looming ominously as their roots thrashed under the dirt. They were trying to reach for something, but Danny didn’t mind it. Gotham whispered that the plants were no danger to him right now, so he just kept working himself into an emotional frenzy. “I DIED!” He cried. “IS BEING DEAD A CRIME NOW?!”

Gotham shivered. Wail. They instructed. Danny did.

“WHY DO YOU KEEP HURTING ME?!” His scream echoed throughout the city, carrying all the pain and anguish he could muster on such short notice. The connection he had to Gotham strengthened for those few precious moments, supplying him with enough energy so he wouldn’t pass out and transform. He did, however, collapse into the crooked tree, barely noticing how the branches seemed to cradle his limp body. The agents were blown back from the force, tumbling head over heels as their weapons were lost in the wind and their van tipped over. The nearest trees suddenly burst forth with staggered movements, surprising even Danny. Dirt was thrown everywhere as roots reached up to grab the men, restricting their movements to an almost painful degree.

This whole thing was so unexpected that Danny just kind of sat there, being cradled like a baby by the creepiest tree in existence, listening to Gotham’s victorious hums as the GIW agents struggled against their new bonds. More roots took on a life of their own, twisting and bending their way through the van, smashing all the equipment, and tearing apart weapons without hesitation. It was just so bizarre. Small footsteps from behind made Danny’s ear twitch. He glanced over his shoulder.

Approaching him from the fog was a beautiful woman who looked like she’d been made of plants herself. Her hair was a startling red, similar to Jazz’s, and her skin was such a rich and vibrant green it couldn’t have been body paint. Strands of ivy and flowers of all sorts were woven into her hair and clothes. Danny almost pegged her for the reincarnation of Gaea but thought better when he felt none of the Realm’s influence in her soul. No, this was a mortal woman who felt more like a daughter of Undergrowth than Sam ever did. He didn’t feel afraid, however, and instead allowed the tree to lift him to eye level with the woman.

Pamela Lillian Isley. Gotham whispered excitedly. My precious gardener.

“I am Poison Ivy,” The woman declared. “What are you doing near my lands, kid?”

Danny rubbed the tears out of his eyes furiously. “Sorry,” he sniffed. “I just-they were-” He broke out in hiccups, and couldn’t complete his sentence.

Poison Ivy, for her part, was curious about this obviously meta kid who’d stumbled across her beloved greenhouse. It wasn’t hard to feel the disturbance from all the way across the city, and her pace doubled when she felt a child’s tears fall onto one of her ferns. She didn’t despise children, and so had no plans to hurt whomever she found. But she knew that the fog surrounding her precious greenhouse was toxic. Then she’d arrived just in time for the kid to let out the most inhuman cry she’d ever heard. It was full of anguish and pain, shaking her to the core. It sounded like the kid was dying. She wasted no time capturing the three men who were hunting the kid, using the roots of nearby oak trees to give them a little squeeze. As an afterthought, she also destroyed their equipment and van. Everything looked a little too high-tech for her liking. The kid looked worn out, dazed, and exhausted. She made sure the tree he was in held the boy gently while he stammered, struggling to answer her question.

“They don’t like me. They -hic- keep trying to hurt me.” Danny finally managed to settle on a response. Poison Ivy gave the three men a deadly stare. How could they hurt such a tiny kid?!

“Well, I don’t know how to help you kid, but I can direct you toward one of the Bats. They’ll probably take you home.” She said, still staring straight into the eyes of one of the men. He seemed especially uncomfortable with the vines wrapped around his torso.

The kid shook his head adamantly. He floated gently upwards, an apology dripping from his lips. “Sorry, but I’ll find my own way back tonight. Feel free to do whatever you want to those men, they’re mean to me so I don’t care. And thank you for your help, Miss Isley.”

Startled by the use of her real name, Poison Ivy turned back to where the kid had been floating, but he had disappeared without a trace. Because of course he did.

She sighed, turning back to her prisoners. “Now what should I do with you?” She asked to the empty air. The only response she got was a rustle in the wind and a grunt of frustration from a man with a red mustache.

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Final ficlet can be found here: Kicking Names and Taking Ass, All Before Naptime

#rejected threads #danny phantom #dp x dc #dc x dp #dpxdc

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stardustpinkart · 5 months

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I have yet to see "Wish". And I'm parlty waiting to do so. Lots of people have reimaginings and au's about it and some likit, other seems to hate it. It seems an okay film at best?

Anyway, its a bit easier to make up an alternate storyline, when you dunno what the canon is. Sometimes canon prevents you from imagining what could be, it can be a mental hookup? So if I can like to draw a few pics before seeing it. I do know SOME things and some stuff that couldve been.

The main is of course little star being a boy.

My personal AU is this and its probably like others. The design of Starboy here btw belongs to another, the-gateway-to-madness

SO.

I imagine the Kingdom, it all seems so perfect and wonderful, and of course these places are anything but. They hide the cracks. And the people tend to leave everything to there monarchs becuase its easier, or they cant fight back. Seems the King controls whether or not wishes get granted in this land and no doubt an obsession for power and complete control.

Star, he simply goes by star, kinda going "Gargoyles" route here they dont typically have names, falls in love with Asha at first sight. Stars are quite innocent and on a diffrent plane form humans, they dont deal with the same issues as they do not to mention I imagine, omnipotent powers?

All he wants is to make her happy and use his magic to do so. But Asha is an ordinary girl, and its all very overwhelming? If a magic being loved you, woudlent it be a lot to take on? Larger than life? So very slow burn on her part, if at all. He's very sweet, but, its a lot to deal with.

If Magnifico knew Star had fallen to earth I have no doubts he'd want to use him. Keep him locked away and use his power for his own. A tool, an ultimate weapon.

I imagine Star turns into his lil form thinking hes being incospicous, but of course its anything but(maybe pretend to be a stuffed toy now and then), but he also might turn into it when he's exhausted, his power draining.

This is what would I'm sure happen, Star locked away in the castle dungeon to be kept like a caged bird, just for Magnifico to use his magic. He'll NEVER let him go, he'll remain there forever. It would be up to Asha and her love to save him.

She could also be a fairy godmother, thats part of the movie right, starting it off? If she and Star were a couple Im sure.

If I was a writer Id love to do a story but, I'm not really. Not alone anyway I can come up with blurbs like this, thats the most of it. I can draw though so

#artwork #fanart #wish #wish 2023 #disney #wish disney #king magnifico #asha #star #starboy #wish au

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chaoticspeedrun · 1 year

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Donnie x fem! Reader The little merturtle 3

Summary: Prince Donatello was the third of four brothers, the prince of an underwater yokai city, but he has always been searching for something else far more interesting than the mystic arts he is used to, he wants to know everything about the human world, their traditions, their creations... But when he finds himself entranced by a human princess it might just be the last push he needs to make his dream of exploring the land a reality.

"Without listening to Raph trying to stop him, Donnie hurriedly gulped down the fuchsia liquid, it went down quickly to his brothers' dismay, and he left half of it untouched.."

Warnings: Angst with a happy ending, tooth-rotting fluff

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The alchemist and the queen

A pair of eyes stared at Donnie as he sobbed at the bottom of his treasure cove, now only filled with piles of dust and burnt memories, the gargoyles slowly came out of hiding, swimming in circles around him.

“Oh, poor guy” Huginn said “That was really tough, don’t you think?”

His companion nodded sympathetically while Donnie raised his head to see them, a glare prominent between his brow “Oh, yes it was, I didn’t expect king Splinter to treat one of his children like that! It was so unfair.”

“Yes! So unfair!”

“What do you want?” Donnie snarked “That was private, don’t stick your nose where it doesn’t belong” He growled.

“Man, sorry! We’re being rude Huginn” Muninn said, and Donnie heard Huginn apologize “We don’t have any ill will, we were just passing and hear the whole thing, it sounded like someone was in trouble.”

“Yeah, and after what we watched we just wanted to see if you were okay” Huginn finished, Donnie loosened his guard slightly, he was way too tired to fight them now, the crying had taken away all his energy and he just wanted a long nap.

Before he could tell them to leave again Huginn spoke once more “The collection you had was incredible, oh I love human stuff”

“Yeah! Master Draxum has a lot of their things lying around” Muninn said happily, grabbing Donnie’s attention.

“Draxum?” The turtle asked.

Hook.

“Oh yeah, you’ve heard of Draxum right?” At Donnie’s deadpan look that said he absolutely didn’t or he wouldn’t have asked Muninn continued “He’s a great warrior alchemist! He has been experimenting with human DNA since forever, he and Big Mama used to work together but that was, well, it was when Big Mama was still queen.”

Donnie raised an eyebrow, he had heard about Big Mama, at least briefly, but she had been long since dethroned by his father when Donnie was just a guppy, the only thing he knew about her was that she was dangerous and had been exiled because of that.

But of course, he thought bitterly, his father didn’t tell him many things it seemed.

“Why would he experiment with human DNA?” Donnie asked.

Line.

“Well usually Big Mama would give favors to her most valued subjects and a couple of times the requests were for them to be able to walk on land with the humans, with her magical powers as an energy source and Draxum’s alchemy they managed to find a way to give yokai the ability to live up top and vice versa, it was a time when both humans and yokai coexisted!”

Donnie’s eyes widened and he could have gotten whiplash with how fast he looked back at the gargoyle; the words that had just been spoken to him seemed like an impossible fairytale, it couldn’t be true, could it? A time when humans and yokai interacted together.

His mind went into overdrive, piecing all the puzzle pieces together, the mandate for yokai to not get in contact with humans was only put in place when his father acquired the throne, maybe that was how he himself had learned of yokai while being a human?

Donnie gulped loudly, his father had said he was ‘turned into this’, maybe the two of them had done that? And maybe that was why Big Mama had been exiled.

His eyes shifted between the gargoyles “So Draxum could help yokai walk on land?”

Huginn nodded “Definitely, why? Are you curious? It’s only natural, humans make so many cool things, it just makes sense.”

Donnie hesitated for a moment, he looked down at the pieces of debris covering the floor of his cove when he found it, his eyes paused wide on a piece of rock that had been separated from the rest, your statue had broken mostly in tiny pieces, except for your face, it lay there right in front of him sending a pang through his chest again, of both sadness and anger.

It pushed him to make a choice.

“Guide me to them” He ordered.

Sinker.

Huginn and Muninn smiled at him “Sure buddy, come on! Follow us.”

Swimming around in circles somewhere still in the reef were Raph and his two brothers.

“I didn’t mean to tell” He swore, “It was an accident!”

“We know, big guy” Leo said, kicking a pebble with his tail.

“We just need to give Donnie some space, what happened was…” Mikey cringed “Devastating to him, to say the least” He muttered, it didn’t make Raph feel much better.

He was about to say something else when they both heard Shelldon calling out to them, they turned to see the little turtle hurrying their way.

“Dudes! It’s Donnie! He’s going with some gargoyles far away from the limits!” He explained rapidly.

The guys all looked at each other worried “Which way was he going?” Leo asked.

They soon caught up to their brother who was swimming along the gargoyles, Raph recognized those gargoyles, he’d heard tales from the castle’s servants when he was little, of a banished alchemist and his subjects, it made him hurry as his mind alerted him of danger.

“Donnie!” Raph called swimming close to his brother “Where are you going?!”

“I’m going to see Big Mama and Draxum,” Donnie said in a monotone, a firm frown still set on his face that told his brothers he didn’t plan on changing his mind or listening.

Raph still tried “What?! Donnie no! Draxum is dangerous, he’s a demon!”

“Why don’t you go tell father Raphael?” Donnie bit back, looking at his brother for just a moment before continuing on his way “You’re good at that.”

Raph faltered slightly but Mikey gave him a reassuring look and the three all followed their brother into the lair of the exiled queen and warrior.

Donnie shivered and swam faster, wanting to get to the end quickly, maybe this was a bad idea.

“Wow” Donnie winced once they reached the entrance “Stunning choice of décor,” He said sarcastically, looking at the dry algae laying around the unkempt place, he saw then something that petrified him, in between the algae there was something else, something alive and looking dry, many of them shriveling where they stood stuck to the walls of the cave, some beings with eyes, staring straight at him.

One of those things took grasp of his arm and he gasped, pulling rapidly, grossed out by the thing, and feeling nauseous, he managed to unlatch it from his wrist, and without looking back he reached the end of the tunnel as fast as he could.

“Come in, come in~” A feminine voice called out to him, Donnie breathed heavily after the experience but turned to see a yokai with pink skin and white hair looking back at him with a sweet smile. “Oh my, you look so white! Such worry is not good for your emerald complexion, here, sit, sit, I’ll get you something to drink.”

The woman guided him to a seat and Donnie by reflex sat, now holding a flower in his hands as a cup, he recovered from his panic and looked attentively at the woman with skepticism “Are you Big Mama?” He asked.

“That I am turtley-boo, oh look, your brothers are here” She said smiling at the other three turtles that swam in with caution. “come, come, I do not bite, oh it’s been so long since we’ve had guests” The woman hummed, her attitude and his brother’s presence –Though he’d deny it— calming Donnie slightly and apparently his brothers too who while still weary sat down next to him.

Before Donnie could get to the point of his visit she spoke again “Now, you’re here because you have a thing for this human, a human princess at that! You certainly know how to choose them, darling, she is quite a catch.” Big Mama said nodding her head approvingly but making Donnie tense up once again.

“How do you know that,” He asked with his eyebrows furrowed, Mikey was surprised he didn’t deny it.

“Oh dear turtley-boos it used to be my job, as you might know, to know everything about my subjects, to help the hidden city prosper! And of course, you do not remember me, but I was right there the day you were all created” She hummed knowingly making them all look at her questioningly “Oh you were such adorable little turtles just before Draxy made you into what you are, better, stronger! So powerful and intelligent!”

“Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, that’s nice and all, uh? Auntie? I guess, can I call you auntie? But I’m sorry, you just said we were ‘created’? As in, you know, do you mean born? “Ok, no, I’m confused about whatever you’re going on about” Leo blabbed looking for an explanation for this whole entire messy affair.

Big Mama hummed “You’re right, that’s so rude of me, perhaps Draxy can help me explain, Oh Draxy~!” She called out and from another room inside the cave a goat yokai walked out, firm in every step he took, way more serious than the old queen attending to them.

He didn’t have a friendly look to him, Raph thought, no wonder Big Mama was the one greeting guests with that attitude.

Draxum greeted them all as if he knew them personally to their shock, the two gargoyles hanging from his shoulders “It has been too long, my warriors.”

“Thank you, yes hi, this only raises more questions” Leo groaned loudly.

It wasn’t for long, the two exiled yokai used a magical orb to show them the day of their ‘mutation’ is what they called it, or bits of it at least, not that the boys would know.

It was explained to them how with Splinter turned into a merman they were mutated from mere turtles to merturtles and how Splinter was accidentally mutated into a rat afterward, what was left clear was that Draxum had created them, to Mikey that essentially made him their second dad and Big Mama had been there that day, working as the power source that helped in their creation.

“Your father and I had our disagreements” Big Mama looked sad, only Leo wasn’t buying it “After he was rejected by the human world he started going against all of our work in uniting both worlds, Draxum and I were exiled out here because we were the last connection between both” Big Mama lamented but then smiled softly at Donnie “Poor turtley-boo, longing to be understood, for a world he cannot have, humans are so full of curiosity aren’t they? Just like you, is that why you crave it so much? But thankfully, you found us, and what could be better for the relations between humans and yokai to thrive again than an alliance between the royalty of both worlds? Oh darling, wouldn’t it be beautiful?”

Donnie’s heart was beating hard in his chest with those suggestions, was it possible? Or was it dumb for him to believe? But his mind kept telling him that everything was right there in front of him! Draxum and Big Mama had just placed all of their cards on the table, while his own father had hidden the truth from them for their whole life!

His chest filled with hope when he saw how Raph and Mikey were much less tense, processing the situation with softer eyes, he could even see Mikey smile slightly.

Leo though wasn’t buying it at all, he could tell something wasn’t right.

“Donatello” Draxum spoke this time taking Donnie’s attention “Follow me for a moment will you?”

Donnie looked from the yokai who stood up to walk through one of the halls to his brothers, Leo was about to stop him but Mikey spoke first “Go! We’ll be right here!” He said cheerily and Raph agreed hesitantly, they were right there after all.

Donnie followed the yokai and they walked silently for a moment “Child, your curiosity is not a fault, in fact, without people like you our world would never get anywhere” The yokai assured finally looking back at the merturtle who was giving him his complete attention, his words reassured Donnie, no one had ever truly understood his fascination with the human world but this yokai had been working with humans before he was born, and Donnie, well Donnie craved the approval, he started smiling smugly at the older yokai’s words.

Draxum continued speaking “It is the intelligence you were blessed with that would make the world you seek a reality, do not let anyone fool you, here” Draxum stopped in front of a table filled to the brim with colorful potions, shining bright with unnatural colors, he took a fuchsia-colored one that reflected its light on his skin.

“This is the potion that you need, the only way to get what you want is to become human yourself, it requires a strong energy source which Big Mama will help you with, after finishing the correct ritual you will be fully transformed.”

“A human?” Donnie was hesitant before questioning “I heard you helped yokai walk along humans.”

“Well that is true” Draxum agreed, Big Mama and the rest of Donnie’s brothers entered the room then, listening by the door “However I fear humans have not seen yokai for decades, it might be dangerous if you kept your form, looking like a human would help you socialize with them,”

Donnie nodded his head and his father’s words from before were back in his mind.

“That human you saved may have been grateful the moment she breathed, but once she realizes who saved her, she won’t look at you as a hero but a monster.”

It pained him slightly to think it might be true, a new insecurity had made its way into his mind, turbulent as it was already through so many events, but with that potion, he wouldn’t have to worry about that, if he could meet you as a human then –his heart beat a little faster— his chances with you might be much better, and eventually, he could tell you who he truly was, once he knew you’d be open to it.

Donnie nodded taking the bottle in his hands, Big Mama placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

“Now, before anything you must know this first, every spell has to be extremely specific and it has a cost as you boys may know” She began explaining “The potion and my magic will make you human for one month! It is very important that you keep track of the time because before the sun sets on the last day you need to make the princess fall in love with you.”

“What?!” There was a chorus of the four turtles exclaiming at the same time.

“But why?” Donnie asked blushing wildly.

“Well, the terms and conditions settle with a true love kiss as many do, I’m sure you know, but don’t worry I am sure you can do that!” Big mama pinched his cheeks, and he batted her hands away “The reason for that is the cost of the wish, to keep the form and remain on land for more than a month would be too expensive, only the true love kiss may seal the magic then.”

Donnie grunted in acceptance, he knew how costly spells could be and this wasn’t a simple one, his request was huge.

“If she does kiss you before the end of the month you may remain human, permanently! But if she doesn’t, you’ll turn back into a merturtle.” Big Mama finished.

Raph looked like he was about to say something, to pull Donnie away and tell him he shouldn’t go through with it, Leo beat him to it.

“That’s it?” He asked doubtfully “He’ll just be back, no other consequences?”

“Oh Poseidon, no” Big Mama assured, “Just like that! The only thing I ask of you Donnie is that you reunite our worlds, after all, you wouldn’t want to leave your brothers behind surely, nothing would be more perfect than that.” She said, turning to Donnie.

He was excited, a moment ago all his dreams seemed to have shattered into a million pieces and now he had a chance to explore the human world and its wonders like he had wanted his whole life and he could meet you! Properly, like he had wanted, there was only one more thing he needed to ask, even if he just wanted to dive right in for the potion before his brothers decided to pull him away.

“What is the cost to transform in the first place?” He asked and the attention of his brothers went back to the exiled.

“Your voice” Big Mama answered easily.

Raph gasped “His voice?! How is he even supposed to make the princess fall in love with him in a month if he can’t even talk?”

Donnie winced, his brother did make a good point, of course, the situation couldn’t be so perfect.

“Oh don’t worry, there are so many other methods of communication my dear! I am sure you will figure one out, and if she truly is worth it, I’m sure she won’t mind! So, whenever you want turtley-boo! You only need half of the potion and I’ll make the contract.”

“Donnie” Leo spoke quietly close to his twin “I know you want this but I don’t trust Big Mama, there’s something they’re not telling us.”

Donnie rolled his eyes “Oh come on Leo, this is my chance! This is the only way I would ever get to see the human world!” Donnie’s voice made Leo deflate “If I tried anything else dad would chain me down to the castle’s floor, I’m ready.”

Without listening to Raph trying to stop him Donnie hurriedly gulped down the fuchsia liquid, it went down quickly to the dismay of his brothers, and he left half of it untouched.

Rays of golden color started enveloping him, coming out of Big Mama’s hands, her eyes now glowing white, and a piece of paper floated right in front of Donnie, he took the pen in front of him and quickly signed his name on the paper, he tried to read its contents while doing so but only got so far because once his name was fully signed in it disappeared, the golden light turned green and Donnie started feeling a scratch on his throat, he coughed loudly before feeling like the water left his body.

His brothers looked at him in panic and determined Leo took the bottle with potion out of his grasp, chugging a whole gulp of it in before reaching out towards Raph and forcing the drink on the eldest’s mouth who coughed wildly after that having been taken by surprise, Leo did the same with Mikey and pulled them both toward were Donnie’s transformation had just begun.

“Wait!” Draxum yelled but the three other turtles were engulfed in the light too.

Mikey watched in terror as Donnie yelled, his tail separating in an instant and suddenly there was a pair of feet where it used to be.

He himself started feeling weird, but on his upper body, before he could think about it though Mikey felt someone pulling him to Donnie and he realized then that his brother could not breathe under the water anymore.

Donnie’s lungs felt like they were on fire, he was clawing at his throat and realized his gills were gone, he tried to pull himself up, but thankfully he was dragged up out of the cave by some pairs of…fins?

They reached the surface and Donnie gasped, breathing heavily, the air was sweet salvation from all the pain he’d just endured, two bodies pushed their way under his arms, pulling his tired body toward the shore, belatedly, he realized the fish pulling him forwards were his own brothers, transformed into fish, or well, Mikey was a fish, an overly grown goldfish.

It made Donnie wonder if they were more related to Piebald than they’d originally thought.

Raph however, looked like a full-grown alligator snapping turtle, it must have been the effect of drinking just a bit of the potion without the contract Donnie had made with Big Mama.

Donnie was deep in his delirium, trying to make sense of what was happening to deviate his mind from the pain he had just experienced, so he looked for Leo, assuming surely that like his tail he’d become a sailfish after the spell.

They were about to reach the shore, but Donnie couldn’t stay conscious any longer, unable to find Leo to distract himself, he blacked out.

You were walking outside the castle, the building lifted from the sea but overlooking it by rocks and pillars, you rested your back against one of its walls while Mayhem played around close to the water, Mayhem had always seemed to love the sea as much as you did, sometimes it seemed like if you left him alone he would swim deep into the waters like they were home.

Your smile was soft but was soon eclipsed by your thoughts as they wandered back to a couple of days ago, your mind kept repeating the words of your savior over and over again, it made your heart flutter, what you remembered him saying about wanting to know your world and you, you wondered what he meant exactly.

You were snapped out of your daydreaming by a bark from Mayhem, sighing softly you pulled yourself away from the wall and started walking away from the castle.

“Do you think Casey is right?” You asked your companion with a small frown “Maybe a did drink too much seawater? I mean I swear I saw a tail disappear into the water” you chuckled humorlessly, worried that so many mermaid tales had just messed with you that day and you had just imagined an impossible romance.

Mayhem’s bark in response made you smile again “You’re right, I can’t just give out hope already, right? I know what I felt that day” your confidence returned, at least slightly, maybe you should go around town again. You weren’t able to see him properly that time but you were sure you’d recognize his voice anywhere.

Donnie felt the beginnings of a headache and groaned while recovering consciousness, he must have been laying on the beach because he could feel the sand beneath his…actually, his back felt weird over the sand.

His hand reached up to his head to get rid of the headache when he felt it, Donnie jumped up to sit up straight at the feeling of five fingers on his forehead instead of three; his eyes examined the foreign hand in front of him with fascination and his expression turned gleeful at the realization of what he was looking at, a five-fingered hand in golden brown that was his own.

His gaze went down quickly to where his purple tail would rest to find in its place a pair of legs the same color as his arm, he was human! He was truly human! He moved his feet in fascination, the fingers moving almost one by one while his hands were flapping rapidly; he was so excited he could scream!

No sound came out of his mouth, but he was too elated to care or notice at that moment.

Mikey gasped with sparkly eyes “Donnie! You’re human!” His little brother screamed like he hadn’t noticed already “Ohmigosh, you look so weird but so cool! But what will dad say?! Oh what if he finds out, wait of course he’s gonna find out, oh and I’m a fish now, he’s gonna be so pissed, maybe he’s worried already! What if he comes looking for us? What if he mobilizes everyone and—”

“Mikey!” Raph called out beside him “Calm down! We can’t panic now! No one panic!” He said, already panicked, his eyes barely leaving Donnie who still looked too excited to care about what was happening around him, he was trying to stand up on both legs, at first, he almost fell down, but he managed to hold himself up, even though his legs trembled under his body.

That was until he heard Raph’s next words.

“We need to go back and tell pops, I should have done that the moment you started swimming to Draxum” Raph’s words sent Donnie into a frenzy, he reached out to his now more of a turtle brother, shaking his head over and over to express his discontent “Don’t shake your head at me, young man! Look at what’s happening! Maybe we can get Big Mama and Draxum to turn you back and give you back your voice! We’d go home and back to normal, then you’d just be…”

Raphael’s rant stopped slowly while he stared into his brother’s eyes which were just the same despite his human appearance, Donnie looked pained and it sent guilt straight into the core of Raph’s being “Just be…miserable for the rest of your life” Raphael conceded looking down at the sand and sighing, yes, he was worried, but it wasn’t fair of him to take away his brother’s final chance at everything he had ever wanted. He sighed before looking back at Donnie “All right all right, we’ll find that princess and get you that kiss.”

Donnie grinned wildly, his legs unconsciously moving up and down under him, making him unstable for a moment before he steadied himself again, he only then noticed one of his brothers must have covered him up with an old boat sail while he was unconscious because it was tied around his figure, ignoring that, for now, he instead punched the air to show his excitement, his brothers chuckled at him looking much calmer now.

“All right! We’re getting Donnie his smooches and giving dad a vacation, let’s go!” They heard Leo’s voice call out and looked around but couldn’t see anything “Right here big guy, ugh it’s weird calling you that instead of Raph” The merturtle mumbled.

Instead of what Donnie thought he’d find his eyes stumbled into a tiny red-eared slider turtle looking at him from over a rock and the now man couldn’t stop himself from falling backward on the sand as he tried to recover his breath, laughing soundlessly but wildly at the appearance of his twin brother.

Raph’s and Mikey’s laughter was much louder, and Leo only rolled his eyes “Oh give it a rest, would you?! I do all of this so we can help Donnie out and all I get from you guys is mocking!”

“You turned us into turtles and a fish!” Raph exclaimed “We don’t even know how to get back to our bodies! And how is Mikey going to follow Donnie on land?”

“Well yeah, I didn’t know what exactly the effect would be on us” Leo mumbled almost in a whisper “But! We do know when we’re going to be back to normal! We didn’t make a contract and only took a small dose of the potion, in a month regardless of what happens the three of us will just be back to normal no worries! Right, Donnie?” Leo said confidently and Raph looked from him to Donnie with skepticism.

Donnie who’d just recovered his breath looked thoughtful, he considered what Draxum and Big Mama had said and it seemed about right, he nodded in reply and started looking around for his mask which was nowhere to be seen, while he marveled about it being gone and realized finally that there was hair where it usually rested on his head Raph sighed and Leo looked smug.

“All right fine, now, how do we find this princess?”

You were still walking close to the shore when Mayhem suddenly started jumping around you, barking and trying to pull you further away “Woah, what’s up Mayhem?” You asked the pet who kept making motions for you to follow, and you gave in with a chuckle, following Mayhem as they ran far away from you.

“All right Donnie, can you just tie that better? It’s gonna fall any moment now and I really don’t wanna see THAT” Leo groaned pointing at the cloth over Donnie’s body who was trying to hold it over his shoulder and waist.

A familiar bark took their attention, nearing them quickly.

Mayhem rushed over Donnie’s way and not knowing what to expect he hurried over to a rock, trying to hide from the creature behind it, Mayhem jumped close to Donnie who looked back in amazement before he heard your voice, repeating the scene back at the ship when he had seen you for the first time.

Donnie’s knees wobbled for a moment but he stabilized himself again quickly seeing you reunite with your pet before your eyes went up and clashed with his.

You seemed to pause in surprise and he wondered for a moment if you had recognized him somehow despite how different he looked now.

Mayhem went back to Donnie, jumping around and turning back to look at you like he was saying ‘Here! He’s right here!’, when you looked at this man you had the same feeling from before with your savior, you were confident Mayhem was right, this was him, it had to be, he looked shipwrecked, his hair drenched and he was covered in only a battered sail that had probably belonged to your own ship.

“Are you okay sir?” You asked as you neared him, Donnie’s eyes never leaving your face as he smiled and nodded rapidly at you, you smiled back before looking back at Mayhem and reaching out to hold them in your arms “I’m sorry if my, uh, dog, scared you, they’re harmless, just a bit hyperactive sometimes” You chuckled trying to avoid his gaze, it made you a bit nervous, you wanted to ask, you really wanted to ask if he was whom you thought, but if your eyes crossed with his again you were worried you’d stutter your question instead.

If you could only hear him speak it would confirm everything.

“Have I met you before?” You asked still petting Mayhem “You seem very familiar to me” That wasn’t true, you had never seen his face before but the feeling wouldn’t leave your body.

Donnie’s eyes seemed to sparkle when he heard you say that, he wanted to answer ‘Yes! That was me!’ but knew he couldn’t, if you just looked back up, he could nod in confirmation.

As if you had heard his thoughts you looked back up at him again allowing him the chance to nod in response, your smile seemed to widen impossibly and he could have swooned, feeling dizzy from your reaction “We HAVE met! I knew it!” You said letting go of Mayhem to get closer to him, forgetting how nervous you had just been a moment ago at the confirmation “You’re the man who saved me, I had been looking for you! What’s your name?”

Donnie faltered, realizing he couldn’t tell you his name.

Your smile dropped slowly “What’s wrong?” You asked worriedly and Donnie tapped his throat with his hand, trying to explain he couldn’t speak, you caught on “You can’t speak?” Donnie nodded and noticed you looked surprised then a bit disappointed “Oh, then you couldn’t be who I thought, I’m sorry for mixing you up” You smiled in apology and Donnie felt like smashing his face on the sand, no! He was! This was recent, his mutism happened just now! Oh, but how could he tell you so? How would you even believe that?

Donnie could hear the groans of his brothers coming from behind him and felt the need to groan too, instead, he leaned over the rock he had been standing behind and tried to make signs with his hands, there had to be a way for him to explain this!

You looked up at him curiously as he once again tapped his throat trying to communicate something, he waved his hands away from his throat in a leaving motion, trying to explain his voice had left, your head tilted to the side in confusion “Your breath?” he quickly made a dismissing motion, repeating the signal from before and then making a wave with his hand to simulate swimming “You need help?” you asked and his movements became wilder, in his frenzy he leaned over too much and almost fell, you gasped but managed to catch him quickly before he did.

Donnie was shocked at realizing he was now in your arms, his movements halting while you tried to lift him back to his feet “Woah careful!” You said worriedly but his cheeks felt really warm and if he could speak he would be completely unable to form a coherent sentence, for once he was relieved for his mutism if only for a moment, how were you so strong?! Despite lacking his tail he knew he couldn’t be too light.

“You really must have been through something” He tuned back into reality when you spoke, you looked worried about him but then smiled reassuringly “Don’t worry! I’ll help you” You said, with him standing up again you still laid one of his arms over your shoulders thinking he might need help walking since he seemed to have trembling legs.

Donnie was surprised but happy, you were taking him to the castle! He looked back over his shoulder towards his brothers with a grin, Mikey and Raph were making signs of approval and smiling back at him, but Leo was once again nowhere to be found.

Or so did Donnie think before realizing there was a weight on the sail covering him, he looked down to see Leo sitting on it, traveling along without doing anything and smiling lazily back at Donnie, Donnie rolled his eyes at his brother, secretly thankful that he was small enough to follow along.

He kept walking with you, his legs a bit wobbly but you helped him keep steady all the way to the castle.

#rise donnie x reader #rottmnt donnie x reader #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt fanfiction #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise! donnie #rottmnt donatello x reader #donatello x reader #donnie x reader #The little mermaid AU #Donnie TLM AU

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noras-dc-shenanigans · 1 year

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Siblings | Play

Ellie giggled from behind the gargoyle. Danny would never find her here! Sure, jumping through a portal during hide-and-seek might have been cheating, but they never actually said it was, sooo…

She giggled again before stifling it as she felt a portal open nearby, and her brother’s ecto signature expanded to announce his presence. Being Ghost King had many perks— just not for this particular game, which he totally sucked at since he still always forgot to reel in his signature. Ellie, on the other hand, had gotten very good at it!

Danny went whizzing past her, right for the small smear of her ecto she’d left on a stray ghost cat she’d bribed into letting her pet it, and surreptitiously left behind juuuust enough of her own ectoplasm to make it seem like she was hiding. Ellie cackled and shot in the opposite direction, looking for a good hiding spot for after Danny realized her trick.

She hadn’t gone far before she found it: a giant clock tower, with lots and lots of gargoyles for her to hide in! Gleefully, the young clone shot into the first one she saw, accidentally going too fast and straight into the building itself. Ellie giggled as she roiled through the air, eventually righting herself.

“What the-!”

Startled, Ellie instinctively curled her tail closer to her body, claws springing from her fingers and fangs lengthening as she hissed.

There’s an alarmed shout, and then some strangely distant voices— oh, they’re coming from the computers! Ellie liked computers, she played Doom on them with her brother and his friends! Maybe the red-haired lady in the wheelchair was playing a game! Ellie wanted to play too!

In an instant, the fangs and claws disappeared, and between one blink and the next the young Halfa’s face was just inches from the human’s. She looked scared, like yesterday when Danny had lost that game of hide and seek too.

“Whaaaatcha doin?”

“… um, I—“

“Is it a game? Can I play! I’m good at the computer games, I beat Danny and he makes funny noises!”

As Ellie giggled again, the human looked less scared, and reached out a hand to tap at the keys really fast, like Tucker did when he was ‘hacking’.

Before Ellie could ask about that, too, the human smiled at her and said,

“Yes, I am playing a game. What games do you play?”

Ellie’s face lit up— literally— as she started rambling about Doom and the elf and dragon game and ooh, there’s a new robot fighting game too! She’s just started from acting the first fight between her green robot and Sam’s purple one when Danny burst through the doors, followed by a few other people that looked like ghosts, cause of their cool clothes, but felt like normal humans. Hey, wait, she recognized one of those costumes! That was Batman! He was sooo—

“Ellie! I’ve been worried sick! You have got to stop playing hide and seek without telling me you’re playing first! I thought you got sucked into a portal and turned into a cat!”

In his arms, looking confused, is the green and purple striped ghost cat Ellie had used for her trick. It meowed, blinking, then hopped out of her brothers arms to jump onto Ellie’s shoulders, purring loudly and rubbing it’s head against hers.

Ellie giggled. Danny sighed, palm smacking into his face. Batman hypothetically puffed up like a momma bird over her (new) chicks, and behind them all, the other humans all exchanged Looks.

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New game: how many times did I write the word ‘giggled’.

Answer: too many. Little kids don’t really chuckle, chortle, or the many other synonyms the human language has for the same exact thing.

#DPxDCFamilyWeek #Ellie Fenton #Danny Fenton #Batman #Barbara Gordon #Oracle #hide and seek #but only one person knows they’re playing

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nrc-confessions · 4 months

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Diasomnia student here. I don’t know why I’m in diasomnia. I’m so scared. Why did they let a literal DRAGON PRINCE into our school. He’s one of the top 5 mages in the world???? Why am I living in the same place as this guy?? I saw him TALKING to a GARGOYLE yesterday. HE CAN LITERALLY COMMUNICATE WITH INANIMATE OBJECTS HE’S THAT POWERFUL. And the little twink that’s always following him around is so weird. Why is he the vice house warden??? Does draconia have a soft spot for tiny cute and pathetic twinks? That’s kinda gap more of him. Maybe I’ll stay in diasomnia to get some gossip on mr prince. I’m still so scared though

thank you for your confession! It’s also kinda weird to me that Malleus is a prince and is just… here😭😭 but idk yas get that education king😍 on his Elle woods arc or some shit

I think Lilia is malleus’s like… guard retainer guardian thing idk? I overheard Lilia and rook talk ab it while I was trying to skip gym. IDK LILIA IS CHILL THO HES MY DEALER 🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️

#just being real #posted by : 🐚#Lilia pierced my ears in the bathrooms funfact #twst #lilia vanrouge #malleus draconia #Unreality #nrc confessions

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roguelov · 11 months

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Here's a happier imagine thing for Dream and Reader: Imagine making plush toys of Dream and his subjects and servants just because you want to. Dream wonders why you made a cute plush toy of him and your reply is something about how you want to remind yourself that he will always exist as long as mortals need to dream.

This is so sweet! Can you imagine having a little business of making plush toys? You sell lil endless toys (Matthew is obviously the biggest hit) and Dream is bewildered by touched by it

“Why?”

You sewed a black pearl eye into the felt. You peered up at Dream and smiled. “To remember all of you.”

“But, do you truly believe you would forget us?”

“No,” you shook your head. “But, I want to. And I thought maybe selling a few. People should always remember the story of our dear sandman.”

Dream’s lips twitched upward. “Is that so?”

“Absolutely,” you teased.

Dream smiled. “Okay, do as you wish, my dear.”

(I will apologize for the next part because an angsty idea took hold)

You laid on your massive bed. Skin wrinkled with age. Each breath felt slower and slower than the last. Your eyes swiveled over to the corner of your room, up on a wall mount, sat dusty old plush toys: multiple individuals with a raven, and even a gargoyle.

“Rest,” a familiar voice whispered.

You sighed happily. You hadn’t heard him in decades. You smiled, a tired one. “Dream,” you spoke, your voice was frail.

Dream, still appearing just as he was all those years ago, was by your bedside. He gently brushed his knuckles over your sagged cheeks. “Rest, let us go to the Dreaming one last time.”

You turned your head towards his touch. “Of course … my sweet king.”

#I’m sorry about that last part 😬#the sandman #morpheus #dream of the endless #morpheus x reader #dream of the endless x reader #fangirlmary #ask

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mylordshesacactus · 11 months

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Sunspot’s Shield

Audie, specifically, had a Moment with Eleaea the sphinx queen.

See, way back in the Requiem minidungeon--in the chamber that combined an antimagic field with a sudden, silent gargoyle attack, to thematically demonstrate to any seekers why suddenly being unable to fight with magic drove Sebastian Wrighthall-Cooper to such desperation--she found a floating shield.

It was a nice magic item, to be clear, very well-suited for a wizard, a little extra AC boost! Not super flavorful compared to the rest of the party’s story-rich and lovingly personalized endgame items, though, once people started finding those. And she was wearing the shield as a brooch when they had their audience with the Queen of the Wilds.

...Who suddenly stopped, went still, and stepped slowly down from her perch to examine it. Audie activated the shield to let her see, and Eleaea had a visible emotional reaction. She explained that she knew the shield’s previous owner....because she’d been the one to give it to her. A young warlock.

(A young warlock--who died in an antimagic chamber. Who fought her way there, apparently alone, through traps and puzzles and an abomination from the plane of madness...but, suddenly and without warning stripped of magic, flanked, and attacked with claws and teeth, died there. Only one door away from learning the truth twenty years early, and having the chance to stop it.)

Eleaea casts an illusion spell to reveal a young tabaxi, an Iberian lynx, in a Violet Guard uniform maybe twenty years out of date; Max, a Requiem native, recognizes it as a scout’s uniform. Eleaea slips into half-trance, the way she does when speaking prophecy, but there’s no surge of magic; this is just how she talks when something is important. The story the party gets is this:

Her name was Sunspot of the Clan of the Threetrick Step…and she was a true believer. Curiosity without recklessness; faith without naivete; loyalty, but never loyalty unthinking. She loved her city, and her king; she did not fear magic or knowledge, or the rifts between worlds, as so many did who reached adulthood in the crater’s biggest grave. She did not fear me, when she found her way to my court. She feared nothing except ignorance—except secrets.

She was a true huntress. Talent and cleverness must be nurtured…I nurtured them. Guided her in dreams; showed her the path to gifts, such as I knew those with the power to give, and such as she could earn through charm or bargains. ...Not by choice would I have sent her to die alone.

#d&d #apparently my MO in this campaign is to just slowly shatter my players' hearts #through connections to the heroes who died before them #and whose sacrifices allowed them to get this far

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tarnishedinquirer · 3 months

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Case: The Roundtable Hold

I was half expecting Melina to come with me, but I arrived here alone.

Can't say it made the best impression. Whole place had an air about it. Like gathering at the mansion of a dying relative, one whose fortune was lost decades ago and only the house remains. Not enough servants to keep a place this big from going to shit, and none of your cousins would ever stoop so low as to picking up a broom and trying to straighten things up.

Hrm. That hypothetical got a little too specific to be anything but a memory.

Central hub

The centerpiece was a massive Grace on the titular table. Instead of the piles of bark that I've gotten used to, the base was a bunch of weapons, though they still seemed to be sprouting roots. On closer inspection, it was all one solid hunk of metal. Even the "roots" were cast.

A replica of some historical event, perhaps?

The main area was a large circular chamber with statues and a fireplace. Along each wall were alcoves containing real weapons, probably long past the point of repair. Brought to mind the alcoves in that catacomb, like whoever did this was symbolically burying war itself. Maybe they thought the death of war was the same thing as peace.

I'll do all the profiles later, so here's just an overview of my interactions.

Gideon Ofnir seems to be the de facto leader of the Roundtable Hold. Must be important, since the voice mentioned him while I was dead. He offered only the most cursory of greetings before making sure that I knew my place. Sure, I'll play ball. You can be king trash of garbage mountain if you want.

Brother Corhyn is an itinerant monk. Seems friendly enough, but a bit too blind to his faith. I mean, he literally wars a blindfold, but there's gotta be some holes in that thing. Offered to teach me Incantations, but if I ever had faith, I'd lost it long ago.

Diallos is a dandy in the worst way. Handsome, noble, and completely useless. That armor of his had better have a hell of an enchantment on it, since it looks about as flimsy as filigree. He asked me if I'd seen his lost servant, but I guess the thought of looking for her himself never entered his pretty little head.

West Wing

Two wings extended off the central room. The west wing was mostly inaccessible to me, with two chambers blocked off. Guarding one of the doors was an...individual who didn't offer their name and I'm not even gonna guess at their gender. Their armor looked to be made out of hardened pitch, with bones embedded in it.

They didn't speak a word, just silently judged me for even being here. I decided not to bother them and left.

East Wing

This one had more activity. First thing to note was a monstrous blacksmith, hammering away at a pile of weapons. Introduced himself as Hewg. I asked him about the chains and he said flat-out that he's a prisoner, and I guess that's something we both understand. He that he said he's fine being a prisoner as long as he doesn't have to think about, "The terror of her." Now that's interesting. Wonder who he's talking about?

The side room had been converted into a sumptuous boudoir. Its sole occupant seated expectantly on a soft bed. She introduced herself to me as Fia, and I recognized the name immediately. Between my death and revival, the voice had singled her out as important somehow. She invited me to sit beside her and, well...I'd better move on.

A staircase led to a storeroom below, but I couldn't progress any further. One of those gargoyle statues barred my way, and I still don't have a key.

At least they gave me a clue. The one in the tomb had two empty slots, this one has just one. The other imp statue has a small, daggerlike object stuck in its head. Made entirely of the same stone as the statue, but clearly a distinct object. At least now I know what I'm looking for. I'll keep an eye out for any "sword keys."

The last area is a small balcony overlooking a grand entrance hall. I'm sure there's a way down there, but couldn't see one from here.

I'm calling this one a case file because there's too much mystery to do otherwise, even if I'm not sure what it adds up to yet. Too many closed doors here, and I've gotta find a way to open them.

Questions:

Why did the voice single out Fia?

Who is Hewg afraid of?

What's the skull knight's deal?

Where is Diallos's servant, Lanya?

Where IS this place, anyway?

#elden ring #elden ring lore #in character #in character blog #in character post #elden ring oc #elden ring rp #let's play #journal #case files

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chloe-spade · 5 months

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The Glass Slipper Chapter 3: The Prince is giving a ball

Malleus gasps as the bell from above the castle wakes him up from his slumber, on the same desk he has been at. He glared at the clock from his desk and groggily shuts his blinds.

"Such a killjoy," he muttered to himself, "waking me up on such a dull day. Like my grandmother, you order me around. Get up, Malleus, or else you will be late for something that may not be important to me, as per usual. I was having a pleasant dream, too. Dancing with Cater…such a wonderful dream that was. Maybe I can find him in town today?"

He looked back at the desk and took a piece of paper, the letter he wrote for Cater. He quickly puts it in a nice envelope and went to his bathroom to freshen up.

"Good morning, Master Malleus," called Sebek, "How was your sleep?"

"Quite pleasant," Malleus answered, "I never had such a loving dream in my years on this earth. Well, I never thought what love was like either, but now I start to see it. Now I am ready to find and meet him today with the letter that I have given him."

"Such a perfect idea, Prince Malleus!" Praised Sebek, "I'm sure he will adore the gift that you have given him! I would be ashamed if he didn't like it."

"Sebek, I have no doubts of my mind that he will adore the letter. But should I do a small approach? Small enough that no one notices a prince such as myself?"

Malleus stared at himself in the mirror, clearly nervous about meeting up with Cater once again as he walk out of the washroom. He looked back at the mirror and gave himself an awkward smile before sighing in defeat.

✨

Who am I?

A far-from-perfect guy

A bum who wants to do what’s right

But often does what’s wrong

A kid whose voice is way off key

But loves to sing a song

A guy who dreams like a lion

But wakes up like a lamb

Me, who am I?

But the guy

I am

That’s

Whom

✨

As Malleus walked out, Sebek made an alert about Malleu's arrival, as so every morning.

✨

His Royal Highness

Malleus Draconia

Slayer of dragons

Pitiless to ogres

Destroyer of griffins and giants

No friend to gargoyles

Nice to the needy

Sportsman and poet

A guy who dreams like a lion

But wakes up like a lamb

Who am I

But the guy I am

He's our hero

Such perfection

He’s the kind of guy

Who we'd all like to be

What's the use of

Self-reflection?

Church bells will ring

When you are king

People will sing

There is no one quite like

✨

Malleus sighs as he was thrown every type of praise that goes to him. It's hard to be a picture-perfect prince, just like your parents are before you, but Malleus wasn't perfect, far from it honestly.

✨

Who am I?

A far from perfect guy

A jerk who wants to do what’s right

But often does what’s wrong

A drip whose voice is way off key

But loves to sing a song

A guy who dreams like a lion

But wakes up like a lamb

Me, who am I

But the guy I am

That’s whom

That’s

Whom

✨

At that moment, he wanted to rush to the throne room, wanting to ignore those around him. All the praises he viewed as unnecessary when most titles often do not describe Malleus. If he were to describe himself, Malleus would be a shy, maybe awkward prince who is never great at social interactions, far from the confident prince he's been told about in books by his grandmother.

✨

His Royal Highness

Malleus Draconia

Slayer of dragons

Pitiless to ogres

Destroyer of griffins and giants

No friend to gargoyles!

Nice to the needy

Sportsman and poet

Swordsman, statesman

Nifty dancer

Sailor of the oceans

Surveyor of the mountains and valleys

He’s a prince

What a guy! What a guy!

He’s a plain and simple

Complicated fascinating guy!

What a guy!

Ha!

✨

Malleus closes the door behind him to let out an annoyed sigh.

"What is the matter, Malleus?" His grandmother asked, "Overslept again?"

"Ah, don't be like that," Lilia laughs, "perhaps you've been writing to your little crush you have met, Malleus?"

"Pardon?"

"Not in front of Grandmother, Lilia," Malleus sulked, "you know how she thinks about common folk. She would not approve."

"Oh, don't be like that," Lilia laughs, "I have already told her about the new crush you have in your life. Your very first crush, Malleus, and that is a milestone in itself."

"I am surprised you are in love with a common man, however, I do not plan to interfere unless I have to. But you do know that today is an important day in itself, do you, Malleus?"

"The ball announcement. I know. But do we have to make a special announcement for it?"

"Lord Lilia, I want you to tell this to all," The queen spoke up, arising from her chair, "His Royal Highness, Malleus Rupert,"

"Is saying my full name truly necessary, Grandmother?" Malleus groaned to himself, "How embarrassing."

"Windemere, Vladimir, Karl Alexander, François Reginald, Lancelot…Herman…"

"Herman?" Echoed Silver and Sebek.

"Herman.."

"Gregory Draonica is giving a ball!"

✨

Malleus was incredibly embarrassed as he began to depart to the village, watching Lilia ready to announce the ball. Malleus couldn't care about the ball, but his grandmother is a stubborn woman and he curses himself for not standing up to her in times like this.

"Lilia.."

"Sorry, I am under the control of your grandmother," Lilia grins, "But maybe Cater may hear the news."

"Gods, I hope not.." Malleus mumbled.

Lilia grins as he stood in the heart of the village, alerting the townfolks and making the announcement.

✨

Now is the time

The time to act

No other time will do!

Live and play your part

Don't give away your heart

Don't take what the world gives you

Now is the time

The time to live

No other time is real!

Yesterday has gone

Tomorrow is a guess

Today you can see and feel

For you can't just wait

To be served by fate

On a silver plate or a tray

Now is the time

The time of your life

The time of your life is today

✨

"A ball?" gasped a woman.

"The prince is giving a what?" an old lady asked, trying to listen.

✨

The Prince is giving a ball

Hear ye!

A ball and that's not all!

The Prince is giving a ball

Hear ye

His Royal Highness

Malleus Rupert

Draconia is giving a ball

✨

"He's giving a ball?" Gasped the townsfolk, "How exciting!"

"I know!" Lilia cheered.

✨

The Prince is giving a ball!

The Prince is giving a ball

The Prince is giving a ball!

Now is the time!

The time to act

He's giving a ball

No other time will do

The Prince is giving a ball

✨

"He's giving a what?" A woman gasped from the window.

"A ball!" cheered a man, "An actual ball!"

✨

Now is the time

The time to live!

No other time is real…

The Prince is giving a ball

But…

Shh … He's giving a ball!

The Prince is giving a… ooh!!

His Royal Highness

Malleus Rupert

Windemere, Vladimir

Karl Alexander

François Reginald

Lancelot Herman

Herman?

Herman!

Gregory Draconia

Is giving a ball!

The Prince is giving a what?

The Prince is giving a ball!

His Majesty

Has this decree:

To attend the ball, all one requires is an invitation and suitably fashionable attire!

And, the Prince shall choose a woman from the ball to be his bride.

That means ANYONE can be the Queen!

✨

The woman giggles to themselves as they immediately entered the dress shop to get ready for the upcoming ball, including the two ladies, Elise and Astrid, moving around the most frantically, with poor Cater following them but he was pushed around instead.

✨

So will he want a taller girl

Or will he want a stronger girl

Or will he want a smaller girl

The Prince is giving a ball!

I wish I were a bolder girl

I wish I were a younger girl

I wish I were an older girl

The Prince is giving a ball

✨

Cater could only sigh as he watched the people bounce and dance with excitement as he thought about Malleus and dancing at the ball. But he kept reminding himself that it'll be impossible.

✨

I've wished a lot of things

I don't wish anymore

But now I wish a lot of things

I've never wished before

I wish I had I wish -

I wish I could

I wish I might I wish -

I wish I would

I wish I were invited I wish -

To the Prince's Royal Palace ball! Ooh -

✨

Cater gasped as he was pushed again, but what was saved by Malleus once again. He could hear Malleus chuckle from the experience, with Cater groaning in embarrassment.

"Malleus..!" Cater gasped in a silent voice, "What are you doing here? People will see you and you know how they will react if they do," Cater looked around but couldn't take Malleus's arms off his waist.

"What if I wanted to see you?" Malleus asked, "What if I wanted to see your beautiful eyes? Your cute smile? Anything about you."

"Then you must be really brave," Cater laughed, "to be near someone like me without fear of your reputation."

"I wouldn't care about those when I see you, Cater, and I came with a special delivery, just for you," Malleus whispered, "and I would think that you may love it."

Malleus quickly gave Cater a beautiful emerald green and gold letter with the Draconia family sigil printed onto it. Cater felt bad that his dirty hands touched such a beautiful letter.

"You should read it when you are alone," Malleus whispered with a grin, "I don't want you to be mauled by these ladies around us. But please take this as a personal invitation to the ball. I would love to see you there."

Cater was breathless but gave Malleus a nod.

"I be there, I promise," Cater grins as he takes the letter and puts it in his pocket, despite the protest of the mice inside it.

Malleus notices and laughs. "Are these your friends?"

"Yeah," Cater gulped, "Is that bad?"

"Oh no," Malleus laughs again, "One of my knights is an animal whisperer himself. He often saves little mice such as them, and talks to the birds that fly high above. I should introduce you someday."

"I would love that," Cater sighs.

"Unfortunately, I must depart before Lilia notices that I am gone," Mallues lamented, "But I'll look foward to seeing you at the ball."

Cater nodded as he watched Malleus disappear into the crowd, and his mind was swooning once again.

"Wait…Lilia?!"

✨

He's giving a ball

The Prince is giving a ball!

Now is the time

The time to act

We hear ye

But the Prince is giving a ball

Now is the time

The time to live

We hear ye

But His Royal Highness

Malleus Rupert

Draconia is giving a ball

…is giving a ball

His Royal Highness

Malleus Rupert

Windemere Vladimir

Slayer of dragons

Karl Alexander

Destroyer of Gargoyles

François Reginald

Sportsman and poet

Lancelot Herman

Herman?

Herman!

Gregory Draconia

Is giving a ball

The Prince is giving…

The Prince is giving a ball!

The Prince is giving…

The Prince is giving a ball!

The Prince…

Is…

Giving…

A ball!

A royal ball

He's giving a ball!

The Prince is giving a ball!

✨

Cater sighed as he closed the door to the mansion. He felt overwhelmed by the Royal Ball announcement and the loud squeals and shrieks of Elise and Astrid around the foyer about the ball.

Cater sighed to himself as he began to put the boxes and bags into the respective rooms again, letting the mice wander down to the kitchen, apparently because Ruggie was too hungry to wait for Cater to make lunch for them.

As they entered the kitchen, the familiar snores of Pom-Pom filled the mice's ears, filling them with fear.

Ace looks around, "Remember, don't wander around. Pom-Pom's a smart kitty cat, and a vicious one," he walks back and forth, "Deuce, this one for you, and that is the cat will eat you if you are spotted."

"I think I get the gist," Deuce gulped.

It didn't stop Ruggie was completely eating a big loaf in front of him, his munching causing small stires with Pom-Pom.

"You should be at least quiet when you eat," Riddle muttered, "lest you want us to get eaten."

Ruggie eats every piece of crumb that the bread leaves, ignoring the others. He looked over and saw the greedy eyes on Pom-Pom, licking her lips and ready to pounce.

"Uh oh! It's Pom-Pom…" Ruggie gasped, alerting the others, "She's here!"

"Outside! Go! Go! Go!" Ace ordered, directing the others outside, with Pom-Pom quickly following behind them, trying to claw at them at every chance she gets. "Why do you always have to eat so loudly, Ruggie?"

"She keeps getting faster every day!!" Ruggie complained. "Split!!" Everyone went in different directions, leaving Pom-Pom to wander, but she followed Ace.

But Pom-Pom often forgets that Ace is clever. He knew to jump on chickens, watching how Pom-Pom collided with the chickens, hissing towards Ace.

"Haha! Not my first rodeo!" Ace cheered before running into a hole in the chicken coop. He kept running until he met up with the others, who found themselves in the house.

"How often was this?" Deuce panted.

"Every time she sees us or," Riddle answered, "when Ruggie decides to be hungry as a horse."

"Hey, at least we keep Pom-Pom occupied for the time being," Kalim smiles, "let's find a way to escape now."

"Perfect!"

By the time they left the kitchen, they saw Cater sweeping the patio.

"Let me guess, you have to deal with Pom-Pom again?" Cater sighs, "I figured so. You guys are always in trouble with that cat."

"It's not our fault that Ruggie wanted to eat so much." Ace pouted.

"Um, excuse me?" Called an uncertain voice, causing a jump from everyone.

They see a man, who looked confused. But the uniform did help Cater understand who he was, and the birds that flew above him.

"Oh, you're one of the knights of the kingdom, right?" Cater asked, walking over. "Malleus had spoken of you before when we met in town."

"Oh, he has?" the knight spoke up, "I suppose that makes this meeting easier. Malleus has requested me to personally give you an invitation to the ball that he has made himself in honor of you. However, I have been told that you live with three others so I have other invites for them as well."

He hands Cater the invitations, 3 standard ones and one painted green and gold, with Cater's name engraved.

"So, he knows where I…?" Cater questioned.

"No, but my father does for some reason. So, he gave me these and told me to walk here."

"What's your name? If I'm allowed to ask?" Cater asked.

"Silver," he spoke, "I'm one of Malleus's personal knights, and as one I should thank you for making Malleus so happy." Silver smiles, "It's nice to hear him talk so fondly about you."

"I didn't think I would create an impact on someone like him," Cater blushes, "I mean, I'm…me."

"That shouldn't matter. If you're happy thinking about Malleus, thinking about love, the last thing that should matter is status." Silver says, "Don't worry about what everyone says, it's your opinion and nothing else." He smiled and waved at him, "I'll see you and maybe your little mice friends at the ball tomorrow." Cater watched as Silver left, bluebirds following him.

"Woah…he's…like an angel in some regards." Cater shrugs, "And Malleus's right, bluebirds do tend to follow him around."

Cater gulped as he looked back into the house. He sighs and looks at the invitation before hiding in his pocket and picking up the mice.

"Keep out of sight and no squeaking," Cater whispered as he puts them into his pocket and walks inside the mansion.

Cater gripped his broom as he walked up to the music room door, cringing softly at the tone of Astrid's voice but he could tell that Elise's music was more pleasing to hear for his ears. With hesitation, he knocked on the door, hearing the music abruptly stop instantly.

"It better be important," Roselind hissed, "Come on in, Cater."

Cater took a moment before opening the door.

"Pardon the interruption," Cater started, "A royal mailman has come by and has sent us the invitation to the-"

"ROYAL BALL!" Gasped Astrid and Elise as they rushed over trying to grab, well, almost ripping the invitation out of Cater's hands, basically fighting for it.

Cater managed to step back from them and looks over at Roselind with an awkward expression.

Roselind gasped and took one. She turned over to Mika and Astrid, "Girls! Girls! Cease this fighting at once and listen!"

The girls, who were fighting, stopped immediately and their mother's voice roared at them. "Yes, Mother," both girls moped in unison.

"Listen! Prince Malleus Draconia is hosting a ball tomorrow night to find a bride, to be his queen! This is such a perfect opportunity for you both," Roselind commented with a grin, "You two must look beautiful for tomorrow!" She turns over to Cater, "Cater, you will ensure that my daughters will look gorgeous at the ball, right?"

Cater gulped and responded, "Y-yes Ma'am! I will make sure that they'll have a great dress for the ball."

Roselind gave a pleasant smile. "I knew I can count on you."

✨

The next afternoon was about shopping, for fabrics, shoes, and jewelry, more stuff for Cater to hold. It was quick to put everything away and because of this, Roselind did grant Cater a break, but only for a small while.

Cater was resting on his bed and looked at the personal letter and the personal invite that Malleus had created for him. Both are different from each other, with one more having a personal touch with Malleus's mark on it.

Dear Cater,

I hope your night was just as remarkable as your beauty. As the ball grew closer, the more excited I became to see you and dance with you. I never thought I'd fall in love with anyone, but as soon as I met you, I realized and now I cannot stop thinking about you. It is cliche, I know, but these are words in my heart that speak toward you. I hope you can try to write back or wait until we meet in person, I do not mind either way.

Have a lovely day, my diamond, and may we see each other soon

Sincerely, Malleus Draconia

"And the ball's…tonight night."

Cater sighed and walks over to the window, which allowed him a beautiful view of the royal castle. He felt so scared, just staring at the castle in front of him. He could only scoff as he reached the windows to close them but he couldn't.

"What's a royal ball anyway," Cater questioned, "Full of people, dancing, and hoping the prince will take you as a bride. How frightful, how scary but…It would be so wonderful. Just one day to myself to be happy once again."

Kalim, Ace, Riddle, Deuce, and Ruggie sat by the window, looking up at Cater.

"Having self-doubts?" Kalim asked.

"More than that, Kalim," Cater gulped, "Look at me…all full of rags, and all the dirt in the world. Cleaning everything in the house without putting my foot down for once because I all I wanted was a happy family.."

"Well, we are in your special place," Ace hinted, "how about you imagine it? The ball and everything else!"

Cater thought for a moment before closing his eyes, laughing as he began to imagine everything.

✨

I am in the Royal Palace of all places

When I meet the finest prince you’ve ever seen

And the color on my two stepsister’s faces

Is a queer sort of sour apple green

I am coy and flirtatious

When alone with the Prince—

✨

Cater sighs and opens his eyes and takes out the letter. He sits down and looks over at the mice.

✨

I’m the belle of the ball

In my own little corner

All alone

In my own

Little (chair)

Fol-de-rol and fiddledy-dee

Fiddledy faddledy foddle

All the wishes in the world

Are poppycock and twaddle!

✨

"Are you mocking me with your gibberish?" Cater pouted at Kalim.

Kalim, now human, laughs as he twirls around Cater, laughing gleefully.

✨

Fol de rol and fiddledy dee

Fiddledy faddledy foodle

All the dreamers in all the world

Are dizzy in the noodle

✨

"So what if I do have a dream to see the Prince again? And tell him what life in his kingdom is really like? And what it could be?" Cater asked, looking back at the castle, "How beautiful it would be?"

"Exactly. And then to have him fall in love with you." Riddle spoke.

"No one will fall in love with me," Cater spoke up, "not with a simple maid like me, anyways."

✨

I just knew I would find you

In the same little room

In the pale pink mist of a foolish dream

✨

"I am being foolish," Cater sighs, "What am I thinking? Going to the ball? I have nothing to wear, nothing to show off, and nothing that could make me different from the rest of those people."

"Then be foolish with me," Kalim invited, "What would you dream of?"

"Not much. Simply a perfect night if anything."

"Don’t wait for everything to be perfect, just go! Now, what else would you dream of?" Deuce egged on.

"Oh, a white gown, I imagine," Cater laughs and looks at Kalim, "A beautiful white gown is sewn up with pearls. And jewels. And a tiara of diamonds! Full of different sorts of diamonds on my head."

"And on your feet?" Ruggie piped up.

"The most beautiful grosgrain pumps, I’d imagine," Cater joked, "something that'll make me taller than anyone at the ball."

"No. Better. The Venetian glass that your stepmother so loves in her trinkets and baubles. An entire pair of shoes made only of Venetian glass."

"Oh, how silly," Cater giggles, "I’d be the envy of all."

"Cater!" called Rosalind, "Get down here now!"

Cater jumped and sighs, "Funtime's over. Thanks for the small cheer-up, guys. It really helped me. But gotta go!"

Cater quickly rushed out of the room, leaving the mice alone.

"We should do something about this," Kalim spoke, walking around the room. "Something like Cater said! Making a beautiful dress for him, full of simple fluff and pearls and diamonds that he needs, and the most beautiful shoes…"

"Aren't you magic?"

"Yeah, but I think it'll be nice for me to not use magic for everything I do to make Cater happy," Kalim puts his wand away, "and besides, I like to think that Cater would appreciate my no magic effort."

"No magic effort?" The mice spoke up, too loud for Kalim, who was grabbing something in the corner of the room.

Kalim shushed everyone as he carefully carried a mannequin, tons of fabrics, and drops them on Cater's bed, trying to keep quiet.

"We got everything?" Kalim asked, setting everything down.

"Big mannequin, check!" Ace squeaked, climbing into it.

"Fabrics, check!"

"And the book?" Deuce looked towards Kalim.

"Yep, here as well." Kalim smiles and took the book, "The book of the best-designed dresses in the entire kingdom. From pages 1 to 478. With this, we can the perfect outfit for Cater tomorrow."

"Which one should we choose?" Questioned Ruggie. "Hmm, maybe something that Cater would enjoy? What color should fit him?"

"Hmm," Ace thought for a second, "How about a pink or red outfit? Something that'll make him so outstanding and the only one who the prince loves."

Kalim takes a wand and looks at the fabric. With a swing, the fabric begins to float around and slowly began to create what he sees. Ace, Deuce, Riddle, and Ruggie began to flip the pages on what dress they'll like, but a fight began to arise between the three.

"I thought you said no magic effort?"

"Eh, mostly just for the colors, Cater doesn't have all the colors."

"This! I like this one!" Ace argued, taking the page from Deuce, "It matches him so much!"

"No, it doesn't!" Deuce huffed, "It's too frilly!! He'll trip if he wore that. And that'll be incredibly embarrassing."

"Excuse me!?" Ace gasped, "But yours reach his feet, and if the frills don't trip, the long skirt will!"

Ruggie responded, "That's why I think my pick is better. It's not as frilly as Ace's, but not as long as yours, Deuce."

"Clearly you three don't have anything," Riddle scoffed, "Obviously see this fits Cater more than your suggestions."

The three continued until Kalim cleared his throat.

"Ok," Kalim sighed, "I appreciate that you all consider a dress for Cater, but I need some peace if I'm going to make a dress. How about you three find some jewelry from the girls' rooms and let me deal with the dress?"

"Alright…ok! To mean stepsisters' rooms!" Ace announced, walking into a small mouse hole.

"Who made you the leader?" Ruggie pouted.

"No fighting," Kalim added, "and keep out of Pom-Pom's sight, ok?"

"We know!" The mice said in unison.

✨

Cater hissed as he sewed a new piece onto Elise's dress, but he continued, glad that needle pricks are now a rare occurrence for him. It wasn't the first time he's done this before, and hopefully, it'll be the end for one night.

He choose everything, from the jewelry and the shoes and fabrics used. Unless given vetoed by the sisters, he does not use them in the final work of the dress. All of this started yesterday, but both stepsisters wanted Cater to do some adjustments to the dresses, so they could catch the prince's eye.

"Why do you have my shoes? Give them back!" demanded Astrid.

"I got them first!" Elise argued, "And since they are my size, they are for me!"

"First you hog Cater, and now you steal my shoes! How absolutely cruel of you."

"I do think the shoes fit Mika more," He said, "They do match her eyes and maybe under the right light, it might just be…. what's with the looks?" Elise and Astrid looked at Cater like he had just squished a live bug.

"You….who asked you for your opinion!!" Astrid screamed, huffing.

"I guess I was just thinking without… thinking, I suppose." Cater stuttered, "Forget I said anything. I'm prolly too tired to actually think."

Astrid huffs and stomps out of the room, pouting like a child.

Elise looks back at Cater, but she didn't say anything as she puts on her shoes, fixes her makeup, and puts her jewelry on.

"And this is about finished." He shows her the gown, "Just how you like it."

Elise gasped and hugged the dress, twirling around the room, giggling like a child. Cater steps back and gets ready to dress her up but small chitters caught his attention. He then saw the mice skitter across the floor, but Cater could not pay them attention as he did have a duty to do.

✨

"Shh.." Deuce shushes, looking around, "She's not here. Careful with that necklace,"

Ace, Deuce, and Ruggie looked around for a pearl necklace and earrings, while Riddle kept an eye for Pom-Pom.

"This is heavy.." Ruggie complained, "Why do pearls have to be heavy…who would even get pearls?"

"Those two apparently," Ace grunted, keeping the beads from hitting the ground, "Those two are material as a rich man I've seen in Cater's books."

"It sucks.." Ruggie groaned, "At least Deuce got to hold earrings."

"Oh, they're not great either," Deuce sighed, "…they have these sharp things on them," he pauses,"…and they hurt a lot,"

Following Deuce, they were able to hide within the walls once again but a small snarl caught their attention. When they turned, the eye of Pom-Pom glared at them.

"Let's get out of here!" Ace screamed.

With all their might, they began to sprint as hard as they can, avoiding Pom-Pom's sharp claws threatening to cut them open. Her meows echoed as they traveled through the walls, but with every new hole they came across, Pom-Pom was there to try to capture them.

"That's not good!" Deuce panted, "She's everywhere," he looks around for another exit. "She's more active at night,"

"We can't give up now," Ace gasped, "We came all this way for these! And there's no way I'm going to die on the way back! Come on, Ruggie!" Ace gripped the necklace and ran at full speed, a stuttering Ruggie and a scared Deuce following behind. By some sort of miracle, Pom-Pom's hisses and cries were heard by Rosalind.

"I can't believe this," Rosalind hisses, grabbing Pom-Pom, "You should be getting your beauty sleep as well. Naughty cat!"

The mice got back, panting for their lives, all on the floor. Kalim chuckles and took the necklace and earrings, letting the mice rest.

"She's more vicious when she's hungry…" Riddle panted, "And I thought Ruggie was scary when he's hungry."

"Hey, I am nothing like that stupid cat."

"Thank you! You guys deserve some rest now. And leave everything else to me." Kalim smiles and looked into the book once more.

✨

Cater sighed as he sat down on his bed, completely exhausted. It was only 6 pm, the ball was only 30 minutes away from starting, and Cater did not want to leave his bedroom.

"Cater!" Kalim cheered, "Get up!"

"And why should I?" huffed Cater, "I did so many stuff on this one night and my hands are hurting."

"You'll miss the ball if you mope around," Kalim smiles and helps Cater off his bed, "Now, look!!"

At the corner of his eye, he sees a glow. He turns to see a beautiful gown, all ready to be worn.

"Ta-da!" The mice announced.

"What's this?" He gasped, walking over to the gown, "Is this for me?"

"Yeah!" Ace said, walking over to Cater, "We didn't want you to go empty-handled! Kalim thought this would be a great gift."

"Oh, don't need to thank me." Kalim smiles, "My job as a fairy godfather requires no thanks. It just makes me happy to see you happy." Cater smiles and takes the dress.

"It's very beautiful," Cater complimented, "It looks like my mother's dress. Did you use her book?"

"Oh, we did?" Ace gasped, "I thought we stole that as well.."

Cater smiles and twirls. He walked behind his handmade curtain and begins to change into it, giggling to himself.

"We made it just for you," Deuce smiles happily, "We thought of you when we made it."

Cater walks out and puts on some matching shoes Kalim made. He quickly looked at himself in his vanity mirror, putting on the jewelry. He gave himself one last look before looking back.

"Thank you so much!"

"Go!" Kalim ushered, "You have 15 minutes before the ball starts!"

Cater nodded and rushed downstairs and looks around, trying to sneak past his stepmother and stepsisters but an unfortunate click of his heel caught Lady Rosalind's attention. He could only hope she couldn't hear his heartbeat fast as walked towards him.

"My, what an exquisite display, Cater," Rosalind grinned, "Did you create this, Cater?'

"Yes," Cater lied, "I…My mother has a book of dresses she would make and I took some liberties."

"My, your mother has great taste," Rosalind looks back, "don't you think so girls? Cater made this all by himself for the ball no less," she lifted Cater's new necklace, "any you want to say?"

"No! He's not as pretty as me" Astrid huffed, walking over to Cater, "Well, there's one thing."

Astrid hand's reached over and pulled the necklace from Cater's neck, letting the beads fall onto the floor, consequences of her actions were unnoticed as Lady Rosalind laughed.

"You, Elise?" She asked.

"Maybe this will have to go!!"

Cater gasped as the hands of the stepsisters ripped and tore at his dress, despite Cater's pleas to stop. All of this was amusing to Rosalind, her glee was the opposite to Cater's distraught.

But Cater managed to push them away as he ran away to the gardens, disappearing into the darkness.

"Girls, let us leave," Lady Rosalind laughed, "We shall not be late to the ball. Leave, Cater be, we all know he would not be chosen by the prince," she sneered as she looked back, "and someone has to clean that horrible mess."

#twisted wonderland #twst #malleus draconia #cater diamond #mallekei #lilia vanrouge #kalim al asim #ace trappola #deuce spade #riddle rosehearts #ruggie bucchi #the glass slipper #original characters #original work

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