#queen of hearts x reader
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Request-ish for great 7 au if you dont mind, but what kinds of pictures do you think the g7 keep of yuu? Whether in like a photo book or their wallet or whatever? (Also if you dont mind maybe what their favorite photo of yuu is as well?) Love your writing have a good day!
A Picture of Yuu
Trying to ease myself back into writing and decided to try this out as a semi request! Gn yuu per usual, minot spoilers for ch 2— This is based of my Great 7 fic Unit:Yuu!
Notes: I do not know what kind of Arab Jafar is Aba/Baba for him, please let me know if this incorrect—
Queen of Hearts + Jabberwock
The Queen of Hearts has always been a zany one to say what photo she has of you that she adores on any given day would be difficult. In short, she loves them all!
It is such a shame that instant photography wasn't a thing back in her era, she would have taken so many photos of herself and Wonderland and she would have loved to show you all of them, it would certainly save the Jabberwock from having to explain so much.
The Queen watches you from afar as she drifts into her own thoughts. How she would have loved to take you into Wonderland with her and have your portraits done together.
Perhaps you could take your camera with you and you both can record all the memories you make together? How fitting would it have been to have photos of you in your wackiest poses and outfits up on the walls without having to get each one painstakingly painted?
She watches you rest the Jabberwocks head on her lap, and a smile graces her face at the sight of her little Rose with her greatest warrior. Should she still have her kingdom, she would have barked orders for the royal painter immediately.
Perhaps she doesn't have a favorite photo or picture of you because it hasn't made it yet, and as you take a photo of you and her with the Jabberwock all together (a photo you will undoubtedly hide from Crowley), she realizes she would never be able to find a favorite, as all she wants to now is to keep taking more.
Scar + The Hyenas
Scar has seen Rafiki's artwork before, and he was never impressed by the crude cave paintings he made, especially the ones that represented him.
If Rafiki were to have made one of you, however... he wouldn't know how to feel.
Even then, he much prefers these cameras and their strange instant paintings, after all he has never looked better in them! They really catch his good side!
Scar would huff in faux uninterest when he sees you pointing the camera around and taking photos of those three idiot hyenas around Ramshackle. And when you take photos of him he certainly doesn't strike a pose on purpose! (He snarls at Ed who even thinks about mentioning the idea.)
Still even as you show all of the photos you took, even of the ones of you, the hyenas, and him, it can never compare to the old "photo" of you and him together that he keeps hidden.
Cub is what he called you. To him, you were one. He was teaching you how to hunt with those Hyenas, how to sneak up on your prey and attack, and your victorious smile as you helped them take down a gazelle.
He remembered his muddy paws dragging across stony ground as Banzai carried the gazelle carcass with him, the group of hunters having to take it to the fire so you can eat.
Scar noticed how you suddenly stopped in your tracks and stared down at the ground. Annoyed, Scar huffed telling you to hurry up, and when you went on your knees and poked at the ground below you he snarled and circled back to you
That was when he noticed you were staring at his paw print in part of the ground. Your child self seemed to glow when you saw it, and you took your own muddy and bloodied hand and put it right over his print as if comparing sizes. When you took it away, he saw your small handprint right on his.
He may have actually have had a soft moment with you then and there if it wasn't for the hyena's prodding. Upon seeing the hand and paw print, Ed immediately remarked on how he wanted to do that too, and put his own next to yours, then Shenzi and Banzai, ever competitive, started arguing about doing the same, shoving each other out of the way to put their paw down as well.
In the end, all of your prints were together in a way that oddly resembled Rafiki's dribble. "Are you all satisfied now?" He huffed, snarling, "Now go! All of you!" He barked making the hyenas walk off and you follow. As you all walked off he tore up that part of the stone from the ground and carried it in his mouth, following the cackle closely behind with it.
He despised the way some child managed to worm his way into his heart and yet here is years later with you all grown up, and he still has the stone tablet hidden away for his eyes only. He refuses to let you see how soft he has gotten for you.
Shenzi definitely knows of it and tells you about his secret, prompting Scar to try and kill her.
Ursula + The Eels
Oh dear, now that's a question all right.
If it was up to her and she was able to have had you down in Atlantica, she would have hung so many paintings of you and her poopsies on her grotto walls, your chubby baby self was adorable, you know?
She often has fleeting thoughts of being the one to have brought you up under the sea. Just her a single mom and her three kids as her accomplice in villainy. How she would teach you how to brew the most powerful potions and run a good business...
Even now, she watches the curious glint in your eyes as you explore NRC and takes photos of everything, she's happy you have started to discover who you are.
You naturally take a lot of photos of her new makeup looks, along with your eel brothers wearing matching drag with you. She loves to pick up the Polaroids and commits them to memory, swiping her thumb over herself along with her children's faces lovingly.
It was during one of your weekly drag/makeup nights together. You had on some dramatic trashy show in the background as you all talked and did makeup. You kept one of your eyes closed ad Flotsam hangs on your neck like a scarf, using his tail to hold a brush and dab on eyeshadow while you work on Jetsam's eyebrows. Ursula smiled at the sight of her children bonding.
The peace didn't last long, as you made a particularly shady remark about that crow bastard causing Flotsam to cackle and squeeze you slightly, and Jetsam to slap you fave lightly with his tail.
As the Sibling Codex states, you all now must duel in a free for all and allow no survivors. There are no rules to uphold any honor.
Standing up, you pried Flotsam's body making him loosen the grip around your neck, and flung up the arm that Jetsam was anchored on.
Comically, the dangling eel slapped the camera sitting on the coffee table up from where it was and snap a photo.
"Jetsam! I swear if the camera is broken—" "Hey you're the one that flung me!"
Picking up the camera and looking it over you let out a breath of relief before checking out the film that came out
"Come here dear let me see..." Urusla spoke as you walked over.
Though slightly blurry, the photo featured all of you. You had a bright smile on your features as did your siblings who were smushed into you as fashionable accessories. In the background, Ursula sat elegantly admiring her children. And though she wasn't the center of the photo, she loved to see her children happy.
Were she were back in her grotto, this photo would have been displayed as one of her most prized possessions.
Jafar + Iago
It wasn't often he dreamt, but when he did, he dreamed big. He was Sultan of the Sands and the most powerful sorcerer of all with you as his heir by his side. Sure, Iago would be there too he supposes...
He would rule with an iron fist and bring about a Golden Age for his kingdom while tutoring you on the side, teaching you laws and ideals and the most powerful spells he knows. There would be all sorts of depictions of the two of you, mosaics, tapestries, poems, paintings, and perhaps even a few statues as well.
You would both be depicted as you should: powerful and intelligent... and Iagos there too he guesses...
So imagine his surprise when his favorite photo isn't a pretentious one at all.
When you first got your camera, he took pride in being photographed and always posed his very best, he wouldn't stand for any unsightly photos you may try to take. He would stand tall with Iago on his shoulder and staff in hand, evil and powerful. He would hate to be depicted as anything less.
As you set up the ghost camera on the stand, you start to take a few experimental photos as well as test out the timer function on it. Honesty it was thanks to Jafar it worked, his intuition and knowledge of technology were always remarkable.
"Any more trouble from that device, Yuu?" Jafar's voice snaps you out of focus as you turn to him standing in the common room, Iago perched where he usually was. "Nope not anymore, thank you Baba" you smile as you check out the camera again.
"Want to try and take a photo with me to test it out?" "If you mean one of those 'selfies' I will have to refuse!" "No, no, not like that I promise!"
Arching a brow and heaving a sigh Jafar relents. You get to work setting up the camera before running over to pose with them. You watched as the timer counted down... 4...3...2...
Suddenly, you throw yourself into Jafar in a deep hug as Iago squawks indignantly. The flash goes off. Sputtering for a moment as he takes a moment to adjust himself, he huffs. "What was the meaning of that Diamond?" Jafar snaps as he shoots you a glare. "Yeah that's the big deal?!" Iago cawed.
You smirked as you snagged the Polaroid out of the camera and aired it out with a few shakes before showing the pair.
The photo showed you pulling Jafar closer to you, holding onto and nuzzling into him dearly like a toddler would do their mother. He actually wore the slightest smile in the photo. Iago's wings were spread and for once he looked like the lively bird he was and not some villainous lackey.
"I have a lot of photos of Jafar and Iago, but none of my baba and my friend" You muttered holding the photo close to you. "But now I do, and don't worry it's for my eyes only... I would hate to ruin your image.
Jafar shuts his eyes for a moment, perhaps he was unintentionally and unknowingly strict. "No no, retake the photo, little one." He says as he holds your shoulder. "Let's take another photo as a family this time."
Jafar and Iago both sat on the rickety couch of Ramshackle as you set up the camera again before running back and sitting next to them. Iago hopped into your lap as you hugged the vizier. Jafar looked down at you both lovingly before wrapping his arms around you gently, allowing the camera to snap, and like that, his favorite photo of you was made.
Queen Grimhilde + The Raven
Ever since staying in Ramshackle, the Evil Queen would dream about being back home in her palace. She would walk down the halls of rooms and for a moment pretend the floors were stone and echoed with her steps and not creak under her weight. The walls were to be lined with intricate decor and tapestries along with art, and as she walks into your room to look at the mirror, she imagines it's her vanity where she would admire herself.
Raven stood on her shoulder preening her and she shut her eyes imagining the glory days when she ruled but this time she imagines herself with you at her side.
How you would sit on the stool in front of her vanity and look at yourself in the mirror as she clasps a necklace onto you after she finished dressing you up. How you would walk beside her amongst the guards and servants as she enters the throne room which used to have a lone throne but now has two.
How you would both sit regally as she deals with nobles and teach you how to rule with an iron fist and to be your worst possible self. How she would take you to her garden and poisons and teach you how to grow and use each one, later taking you into her study to practice your potionology.
You deserved much better than this place in her eyes, and once she gets her body back she will ensure you both rise to power once again. Even if you are currently living in a... less than ideal situation she will have you carry yourself with the same level of respect and pride she feels like you should have.
She shows you which plants can be used for hair and skin and makeup. She shows you how to embroider your clothes and sew. She shows you proper manners for everything as well— no child of hers will be taken for a slob. Your elegance hides your wild side and villainous upbringing well, only showing it to those who are worthy.
Her ghost sits across from you in the guest room, a glass of tea poured out for her in her honor though she can't drink from it. You finish up your latest piece as you push the needle through a few more times. Letting out a breath of relief, you tuck away the needle and hold out the new dress shirt you made in your preferred style. "Good work," she says approvingly as the Raven lets out a squawk, and you both continue to chat about your day.
The next day, you put on the shirt you worked so hard on, slipping on the right pants, shoes, and homemade accessories to match. Today, your mother decides to help you put on some light makeup, her ghost guiding your hands to apply foundation.
She then helps you put on your accessories and she is reminded of the fantasy she had the other day. "Thank you, Mama." You say smiling. "I guess this is my first official... complete outfit..." You didn't any decent clothes to start with since coming here, and even when you wore nicer things, you could never truly make it your own, you couldn't have your own style. Yet in the mirror you see all of your hard work put into sewing and saving, creating an outfit from your mother's love.
You look at yourself in the hand mirror you own as the Queen holds your face lovingly. "Shall we take a photo to commemorate the occasion?" You ask, smiling. "Ah yes, that ghost camera of yours can see me, can't it?"
You nod and begin to set the camera up. The Queen never cared for the photos it took, preferring the status symbol of oil paintings in her castle. As you stood next, she helped to pose you at the perfect angle, adjusting your posture and such as she stood beside you, hand on your head.
The photo came out, and it was as perfect as she would imagine it to be. Admiring it, she thinks back to getting her power again and her castle back, and for some reason, the first thing she imagines doing is to recreate this portrait with you, this time in paint, and the highest quality clothes you want.
Hades + Pain & Panic
His favorite photo of you? One where you look your best, one where you look powerful and strong and— oh wait his favorite photo of you?
When Hades found out the ghost camera can register him, he and his imps were over the moon. You best believe you had to make him look cool. (You gave in because Hades was never given the same respectable portraits compared to his family).
Every photo of him portraying him positively... touched my heart. He wasn't the unwanted brother or the laughing stock, outcasted and forgotten. He was Hades, God of the Underworld.
The imps also loved any photos of them taken positively, but they also didn't mind the funny ones too. Honestly, these two were absolute menaces with the camera, often stealing it and taking the worst photos of you.
Though you have some photos of yourself, or with your friends, none of them ever truly called out to Hades. He would simply see some as neat or use photos to lovingly bully you. Yet when he thought about it, all of his siblings seemed to always have some sort of art piece representing their children, he remembers Zeus and his insane amount of photos of his brat when he was born after all. He can't help but sort of desire one... but what?
For a good, while he can't help but look at all the photos you take and pay special attention to the ones that you were in— you best believe that if you have a photo with one of your friends he's gonna tease you for your "boyfriend".
As he goes through them he tries to find one that feels like it shows off his kid well, yet he can't. You look good in all of your photos, but you didn't feel like you. That's the one thing he's noticed since coming here. You couldn’t be your true self, you weren't allowed to bare your teeth and be truly free the way you should be.
Hades actually stews on this for a while silently, Pain and Panic bother him about it much to his chagrin. As the days went by Hades seemed to get more and more and more annoyed by your environment sucking the life out of you. Homework was annoying, Ramshackle sucked, and that damned crow bastard keeps dumping responsibility onto you! How is his kiddo supposed to shine like this?!
Recently, Crowley dumped another annoying task onto you— something stupid about looking into clumsy kids. You hated it but got Pain and Panic ready to help you as you went about interviewing victims and such. It was rotten work.
Maleficent + Diaval
Eventually, with your idiot squad, things picked up, and you came up with the idea of catching the perpetrator with your camera, as Crowley states he needs evidence. One thing led to another. Here we are in the Savanahclaw Dorm, facing the lion down face to face. Pain and Panic stood on either side of you as you stood your ground, stance widening to prepare for a fight.
And fight you did. Hades watched in absolute awe as you fought against the blot, rolling and sliding past attacks while seizing any opportunity to get a hit or to create an opening for your friends. Pain and Panic both helped, occasionally lashing at Leona to throw off his aim or providing your some healing and shielding with their shapeshifting abilities.
As the dust settled, and the sun rose higher in the sky, your silhouette stood amongst the rubble as you panted, fists still clenched. You had a powerful aura around you along with a steely gaze as you stared down at the lion beneath you. Panic suddenly pops up, ghost camera in hand as he snaps a photo. "How's that for proof?" he snickers alongside Pain as you finally relax.
The photo standing over your opponent had exactly what the other photos of you lacked. There was a fire in your eyes, a confident stance, and though dirt-covered and sweaty, you were unapologetically you in the moment. Not to mention badass.
Yet that wasn't the only reason Hades adored it. The image reminded of him Zeus' brat he despised. How that damned Hercules would be painted and shown off everywhere as a legend with his powerful stance, often standing over the slain monsters that Hades meticulously put together to defeat him.
And yet... here you were: A mirror image of him, a perfect foil. And unlike Hercules, you were still here and so was he. That brat failed to kill him. Through his child, he has won... Ha! Take that, Zeus! Just wait for round 2! This time, he won't fail.
Maleficent is also one who doesn't understand newer technology. She simply can't wrap her head around a device that makes portraits instantly without magic. After a bit of explanation from Diaval (who still doesn't know much), she simply accepts it.
Like Grimhilde, the Fae much prefers painted portraits, and often finds herself imagining how you would look in one every time she sees one of your "selfies".
The Fae Queen finds it endearing that you want to take photos of her and your dear uncle Diaval, trying your best to make some good memories in this miserable place. Even on your nightly walks together, you bring your camera with you to photograph the wildlife around you.
Seeing your features light up just by seeing the smallest bug makes her feel a strange sense of pride as if this proves you belong to her and the forest of the fae. She's glad to know that enjoys nature just as much as her.
Passing by a small pond, the three of you pause for a moment. Diaval, in his crow form, is happily perched onto your shoulder, nuzzling and preening you as you give him a few scratches and look up to the night sky above you. As your eyes reflect the stars, Maleficent is reminded of a fond memory.
You were a child at the time, to be honest, she couldn't tell you how old you were, at her age, all children start looking the same.
The fae was coming to terms with being a ghost— a ghost stuck inside a child no less— and she certainly did not appreciate it. How could such a pudgy and idiotic vessel possibly be worthy of the Mistress of All Evil?
She would sneer at the idea of growing attached to you. Even as your child self waved and smiles at her, she snarled in response, baring her fangs at you. To her surprise, you merely giggled. She wasn't amused.
No matter how many times she snapped and told you to go away, or order Diaval to distract you, you would always come back to her eventually. She just didn't get it, why do you like her so much?! Under the guise of not wasting her breath or energy, she stopped trying to distance herself from you, allowing your small baby hands to play with her cloak or touch her horns. You were a curious little beastie, weren't you?
She remembers watching you grow up little by little, watching your kid self play with Diaval as a crow and give each other affection, how she cast protection spells on you as you ran through the forest barefoot, cursing any sharp stones you may step on.
She remembers guiding you as you picked berries and copied the animals you saw. She remembers singing you lullabies and telling you stories of her home, hoping she could take you to it. Her warnings about trusting men.
She remembers how unequivocally she fell for the child that melted her heart, and how she assigned Diaval to you, making him promise to always watch out for you and to serve you as he did her.
And she especially remembers how you approached her with a scribbled-on, crumpled sheet of paper. You babbled as you held up the piece to her. Kneeling down with her usual stern expression, she examined the scribbles closer.
Crude lines depicted an all-black horned figure holding a staff in one hand, hand awkwardly stretched out to touch hands with the tiny figure in the middle. An attempt at a blackbird was drawn in the other outstretched hand of the child, its best open in a caw. All of the figures had clumsy smiles. Arrows pointed to all of the figures labeled 'Me' 'Malycent' and 'Diovl'
Diaval perched on Maleficent's shoulder, getting the best look he could before swooping in and nuzzling your kid self. As you laughed and giggled Maleficent allowed a small smile to grace her features as she watches you play.
To this day, she still has the piece of paper in her cloak, enchanted with the strongest protection spell she could do in her current state. In her mind, no other portrait than the one you drew could ever compare.
Perhaps one day when she rules from her thorny castle, she will have this art piece framed in her study, for her eyes only.
#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland x reader#the great seven#the great 7#the great 7 parents#diaval x reader#maleficent x reader#disney hades x reader#queen Grimhilde x reader#scar x reader#disney scar x reader#disney x reader#ursula x reader#jafar x reader#queen of hearts x reader#disney queen of hearts x reader#Maleficent#jafar#urusla#disney scar#diaval#disney hades#queen of hearts#queen grimhilde#evil queen#evil queen x reader
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Base Yandere Queen Of Hearts Headcanons: OFF WITH HER RIVALS HEADS
[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am here with a new chapter! This one will have Queen of Hearts from the animated Alice in Wonderland! I hope you all enjoy this one for the Love Month]
(Disclaimer: The Queen of Hearts is not yandere in canon! This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all! Simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine! Just do not be illegal or gross about it. Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life. Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon!)
-Base Yandere Headcanons With The Queen of Hearts from The Animated Alice In Wonderland-
.The Queen of Hearts, is a very psychotic woman.
.Yes everyone in Wonderland is a bit insane, but she is truly the worst and most deadly.
.So when she met you this insanity ended up making her fall into obsessive love with you.
.She is very egotistical so she KNOWS that she is the best choice for you.
.And wants you to treat her like the queen she is.
.You should be lucky that she has such love and obsession for you!
.She is the Queen of Hearts and you should be lucky that she chose you to give her heart to, and you WILL Give your heart to her in return.
.All the ways are her ways.
.So she will have HER Way!
.Her way is having you as her spouse, her bed warmer, and her consort.
.She is a childish yandere, in which she wants you and she will have you or she will throw a temper tantrum.
.These tantrums usually end up with her rivals losing their heads.
.OFF WITH HER RIVALS HEADS!!!
.Any rival she has or if she thinks they are a rival when they are not.... well they will be publically executed.
.No one would help you get away from her, they do not want to lose their heads.
.She will most likely keep you chained to her, keeping you close to her at all times.
.If you do somehow get away, you will be wanted to be brought back alive.
.She will punish you, nothing too hard on you, more like kill people you love such as friends and family members.
.She will use psychological manipulation on you to keep you in line.
.She is not going to let you leave her, or be with anyone else.
.You are hers and she is not sharing.
.Though if you do play into her feelings you can somewhat get her to calm down and get her to see "reason" though it is not reason in the standard of the human world. More so it is standard of wonderland.
.She is very possessive and controlling you are to do as she says when she says it.
.But again, telling her what she wants to hear, and stroking her ego helps you to have some freedom.
.But she is still very unstable.
.So for you it is like you are walking on a tight rope.
.When she does confess to you, it is almost right after she saw you.
.She will say "You there, you are to be my consort" and that is how she confessed.
.If you do accept this new role and her love.
.You will be spoiled rotten and she will take the upmost care of you~
.If you turn down her feelings?
.Well then you might as well get ready for the chains right away, cause you are NOT getting away.
.And HOW DARE YOU TURN HER DOWN, do you have any idea how much she loves you, she will make you love her, mark her words!
'[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter is done! I hope you all enjoyed this and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!]
#yandere#yandere queen of hearts#yandere alice in wonmderland#yandere headcanons#headcanons#alice in wonderland#queen of hearts#queen of hearts x reader#reader#gender neutral reader
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alice in wonderland masterlist.
(these are my own interpretations of various characters from the alice in wonderland books and movies. they are not the same as the movie characters, they’re a bit more similar to OC’s. I’ll be making separate posts to explain each character.)
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Alice | Alice Kingsley
White Rabbit | Lumi Clock
Blue Caterpillar | Aavi Azul
Mad Hatter | Maddox Topp
March Hare | Harley Tacker
Cheshire Cat | Chess
Tweedle Twins | Dominick and Deegan
Queen of Hearts | Proud Hart
Knave of Hearts | Kace Kade
Red Queen | Scarlet Aroyal
Red King | Ego Hart
Red Knight | Vermillion “Leon”
White Queen | Snow Royal
White Knight | Frost
… … …
#yandere alice in wonderland#alice in wonderland#mad hatter x reader#yandere mad hatter#queen of hearts x reader#yandere queen of hearts#white queen x reader#alice in wonderland au#alice in wonderland x reader
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BTWWW i also made this riddle print for a con i attended at the start of april and never posted it here! lol so here it goes >_<
#twisted wonderland#digital art#artists on tumblr#disney#riddle rosehearts#twst grim#heartslabyul#twst#queen of hearts#alice in wonderland#riddle rosehearts x reader
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Pletonic yandere king and queen of hearts?
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Platonic Yandere Queen and King of Hearts
“Have some more tea.”
“Uh thank you, your majesty.”
You gave a thankful nod to the servant, biting back the urge to repeat the sentiment. Shifting your attention to the cup of tea, you held your cup to your lips with practiced care. With a tentative glance directed at her, the Queen gave you a nod to which you continued to sip.
“You’ve only had a few crumpets, love. Here have some more.”
The King unceremoniously poured the plate of biscuits onto your tiny platter, smiling as he poured the entirety of the honey bail onto it. You gave him a nod before indulging, careful not to smudge your makeup.
Things had been truly bizarre since you had fallen into the rabbit hole behind your dear friend. Able to traverse the land together it seemed that for as mad as this world seemed there were set rules. Specifically, one that made your dearest friend be called Alice. It was grating to hear others call your friend a name that was not their own; even worse you were hardly acknowledged. Many would straight-up ignore you or tilt their heads at you and ask your name. It was oddly alienating for this world to encourage your friend to commit to this role claiming a prophecy be fulfilled. And then simply sighing when it came to you, being just as clueless as you.
In a way it gave you the freedom to do as you pleased able to travel all around Wonderland, getting to know those who were capable of acknowledging your existence. Some of which had been those in the Heart’s kingdom.
“Now that is settled with we can begin talks of this Alice-character. I believe it’d be best if we capture her and behead her as soon as we have them! ”
She waved her own tea cup around, haphazardly spilling her tea all about her. Making you wonder why she spent energy lecturing you at all. Her husband sighed, hands on his round rosy cheeks watching you eat the honey-covered crumpet.
“Mmmm, that’s nice dear.”
You dabbed at your mouth, running your tongue over your teeth in hopes of clearing any remains of the sticky treat. Wouldn’t want to have any distractions while you fought your point.
“Perhaps there can be another way…a more peaceful option?”
Focusing on your cup of tea, you looked into the reflection of the organ-shaped teapot. Watching as the queen’s face seemed to scrunch before she turned to you. With her crimson-painted nails, she held your face, turning your head to the left then to the right.
“Of course not dear, violence is the only option. Now, King, they’re looking a bit gaunt, yes?”
“Of course dear.”
Once again you’re plea was ignored by the two of them who were now conversing intensely about how much more you needed to be eating. After all a proper royal heir was plump and well fed, they couldn’t have others of the court thinking you weren’t being fed properly. Huffing through your nose you dismissed yourself hardly waiting for the Queen’s release before making your way out of the hearts maze. Being sure you were far enough for your angry mumbles and stomping was out of their earshot. So caught up in your huffy exit you nearly ran over the rabbit frantically calling your name.
“Oh! W.B. I’m so sorry I wasn’t looking where I was going.”
“I-it it is just fine, your majesty.”
“Your majesty, W.B. are you…have you been drinking hatter’s tea.”
“What?! No-well th-this might have s-something to do with just that.”
He shuffled through his pockets, ears twitching along with his nose. The poor creature was really worked up. With a shaky hand(?) (or foot?) he gave you a scroll, an unstamped document that rolled over your feet when you opened it. You read through the first lines of cursive before double-taking running your thumb over the dried ink.
“I, the Queen and King of Hearts, hereby declare that whosoever be appointed as the royal heir by their decree must adhere to the following rules and regulations—oh my gosh! I think I’m going to be sick.”
You haphazardly dropped the scroll to the ground, running past the rabbit who fumbled with the policy. The ‘rules and regulations’ that were spoken of told of horrible and gruesome punishments for those that so much as thought of slighting you. Being called ‘majesty’ or ‘young highness’ was one of them. Punishment for the accused was the equivalent of a scorched or ‘beheaded’ tongue, it was appalling to imagine.
Torn by rage and helplessness you ran–out of the maze past the unpainted roses and idle card soldiers. You couldn’t stand to be here any further from your dearest friend, your dearest Alice while your company plotted to kill them.
You were done.
Done with the absurdity of this world.
It was time to put a stop to it all.
As you should’ve from the beginning.
Before they were wooed by Wonderland’s love for Alice.
Before they threatened their safety.
Before the others threatened you.
It was time to go.
Running with abandon you tore through the vegetation, uncaring of the way it stuck to your heart and card-patterned garments. Tearing at the seams of posh confinement you discarded different articles as the tearing branches demanded. Forging on you spied the bushel you had left your dearest compatriot to hide inside. Worry bubbled in your tummy as you noted the crumbs of a soft pastry caking your hands as you kneeled to the ground; forcing your eyes to roam through the blades of grass.
“There you are!”
You scooped them up, supporting their small form as you sat on your heels.
“Where on Earth did you find another shrinking cake!?”
They shrugged their shoulders and nervously dragged their foot along your palm as they continued to pout. You had to listen carefully but you could hear them. Fully used to their illogical desire for any available food—starved or full it must be eaten–you scolded them lightly.
“Look, we don’t have time to fight about this…we have to leave the Queen is determined to have your head. I have a sneaking suspicion she’d not going to care whether your head’s the size of a sugar cube.”
You patted yourself down, searching for the perfect place to tuck your miniature companion away. Finding the only space was the loose fabric around a makeshift pocket near your chest. With a little protest, your tiny friend climbed in, prepared for the jostling journey ahead.
“Hey it’ll be okay, by this time tomorrow we’ll finally be away from this horrid place.”
“You’re right this is a horrid place, so far from the castle grounds! Guards! I want this patch of weed burned to the ground!”
You slowly rose to your feet hiding your friend with crossed arms. Dressed in battle wear: a spiny red armor the queen over a tightly fitted dress; the crimson wisps of her makeup were harsher and more violent than before, coupled with the dark eyeliner of a smoky eye. She sat on the back of some tortured creature that seemed to sport a glare at you of its own. skin–a pulsing pink, littered with pus-filled wounds, and stray wisps of hair and feather.
“Your high–”
“Hush!”
Her red claws nails touched and you sealed your lips. She sent a glare to the ground below her beast only shifting her seat before sending her narrowed gaze.
“Only an hour in the jungle and you’ve adapted their savage ways? Where are your manners, (Y/n)?!”
“Uhm your maje-”
“HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN?!”
You could only helplessly flutter your lips at her screaming. Nearly shaking as you fought tears you held your ground.
“I-I don’t understand what it is you want.”
She sighed and rolled her eyes. “So you have forgotten. You are still a child; misguided and ill-remembering.”
“What?! Wait hold on–”
“Now listen well child, you are to call me your mother and your father–your father. Do you understand?”
“But you’re not my–”
“GUARDS! Take the child back to the palace, the war that is to come is one I’d prefer you watch with lunch on the side.”
“Wh-agh!”
Four card guards took your limbs and held you high. Ignoring your wriggling and protests, you nearly forgot about your hidden companion. No doubt clinging to the fabric of your clothes in the midst of your sudden struggle. You stilled only bobbing at the marching pace of the soldiers looking at the twisted perspective of the Queen ordering her troupes to move. She turned to you barely looking over her shoulder as her pointed teeth showed from behind her crimson lips.
“I’ll return when I’ve rid you of the parasite Alice! In the meantime brush up on the rules you silly child. No longer will you deny your right as my young heir. Ta-ta!”
With a wave of her hand and the crack of a whip, she moved with the procession.
Out to behead your dearest Alice and all of those who stood in her way.
Who was safely tucked within the fabric of your dressings.
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Gaston: there’s a lady in my head who calls me stud muffin
(Y/N): Please leave me alone
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(Y/N): What are you doing?
Grimhilde: I am doing my eyebrows
(Y/N): That’s a big ass mirror
Grimhilde: Well I have big ass eyebrows~
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*(Y/N), showing a picture of the King oh Hearts*: Look at this— This is your man?
Queen of Hearts, lovestruck: *giggles* that’s mine~
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Magnifico: …
(Y/N): STOP STARING AT ME WITH THOSE BIG OL’ EYES
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*(Y/N) and Hans arguing*
(Y/N): You overrated little twink—
Hans: *Feminine gasps* I am a twunk, alright?! A combination of twink and hunk!!
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Hades: You look pretty
(Y/N): huh?
Hades: I SAID YOU LOOK SHITTY—
#disney villains#self insert#disney imagine#disney x reader#disney hades#hans frozen#queen of hearts#alice in wonderland#king magnifico#disney gaston#beauty and the beast#snow white
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The Queen’s Guard- Chapter 4: Enough
knight!simon riley x queen!reader
CW: dark themes - no graphic depictions* but non-con, sa, domestic violence, suicidal ideations *read at your own discretion*
word count: 3.5k
[<<< chapter 3]
“Hen..” Johnny turns to walk backwards, looking at you with a lopsided smile before you see his eyes cast up and to the right- lids narrowing for a split second, but the expression passes as he continues, “It’s swelterin’ out today, what’s with the fashion choice, eh?”
It had been a terribly, unseasonably, hot day- the sun was bright and oppressive as you walked through the hedges. You can feel the individual pearls of sweat beading off your skin under the high collar, your teeth clenching at the way they trickled down between your shoulder blades and collected in your cleavage-
And may all the gods damn this forsaken corset..
You don’t say that, though you sorely wish you could. No, instead, you fan yourself; fighting vainly to keep your breaths measured and at a normal pace.
But that’s incredibly hard to do when your lungs can only expand as far as the rigid boning that lines your torso would allow.
Your handmaid, Elia, had fallen ill late last night, and her temporary replacement seems to have a grudge against breathing, apparently..
“It is supposed to be autumn-”, you mutter back, gratefully taking his arm when he returns to your side, “not bloody summer.”
“My, my.. Do they teach ya how to speak like that at Queen school, Your Grace?”
He belts out that wonderful, smooth laugh at his own awful joke- nudging into you when you give more of a strained huff than the actual chuckle you’d been going for.
This would be his last day here. The week had gone by so quick, far too quick; the days had felt like the usual whirlwind and calamity that is your life, though you admit that as soon as the King left the castle walls, you were quick to reschedule nearly every event that you could manage. Not wanting to miss any more time with Johnny than you absolutely had to-
Then there’s Simon.. Wasn’t it also a week ago since the night in the hedges? Oh- right here, actually! How painfully convenient-
You fight the urge to roll your eyes at the thought, recognizing the specific spot you had been with him- fight the urge to wonder desperately if he feels the same turmoil over what occurred.
Nothing had changed between you, well, nothing outwardly, anyway. Internally? You were confused, and ashamed, so fearful, and yet, every time you let your mind recount how sinfully good it felt- to have him so close, to have his lips caress your skin, and that deep, brassy voice reverberate through your ears- you feel that awful, terrible ache for him grow even more.
“Earth to Sunny…”
You look up too fast, or maybe it wasn’t even that fast; but the moment your head tilts toward his voice, and the sun bears down on your face, you see a flurry of black stars dance across your vision, thickening until there’s nothing at all. No more light, no heat, no heaviness, no restriction around your lungs- just pure, blissful nothing.
”Mm.. My Queen..”
Warm lips press a long kiss behind your ear, his voice silky and muffled as he speaks- calloused hands roam your body, they leave the most delectable chills in their wake. Your skin impossibly hot and cold at the same time-
“I’m not your queen anymore, Simon. Remember?”
He moves to hover over you, his mouth never leaving your skin as it traces every curve, and slope, and freckle with the softest kisses you’re sure you’ve ever felt. The sensation of them is more like a feather being dragged over your flesh, slow, every delightful stroke made with purpose, intention.
And when he chuckles, you can't help but to suck in a sharp gasp at how his breath tickles the skin of your tummy, how it seems to fan out, warming something much, much deeper inside you-
“Love.. You’ll always be my queen. Or, do you not remember the first time I kneeled before you? The oath I took- my fealty sworn to you, and you alone, for as long as I live.”
The image of Simon kneeling at your feet makes you squirm under him; recalling vividly how large and menacing he was even in such a vulnerable position, how he had looked up at you under his brow- molten amber irises practically dancing in the light, so full of guile and adoration, even then.
A shrill noise parts your lips when he hoists your thighs over his shoulders, your heart racing, blood rushing to your cheeks and neck as you dare to look down at him-
And you know the minute you meet his eyes, see the intensity behind them, even with the rest of his face obscured as he nuzzles further against your cunt, that it would be your undoing.
How would anyone, or anything, ever compare?
Certainly not your King- no, not yours anymore. Wait.. is that right?
The thought disappears just as quickly as it had come, the pain of it replaced by the reverent worship of Simon’s tongue-
You’re slammed back into reality by a rush of cool water streaming over your face- it feels heavenly, since you now also feel that ungodly heat wrapping around you again, your senses slowly coming back into focus-
The earthy, sweet smell of the garden filling your nose, the feel of the water evaporating from your skin, the dry taste that coats your tongue, and urgent voices resounding in your ear.
“Steamin’ bloody Jesus..”
“My Queen?”
You’re gently shaken, large hands holding your face- but it’s your name spoken in that voice you’ve dreamed about, so deep and laced with concern, with worry, that settles heavily in your heart, bringing you even further into the moment. And you so badly want to reach for it, for him-
But when you try to raise your hand, it feels like lifting iron chains, your energy thoroughly depleted; you move to sit up anyway, needing to fix this- whatever this was.
“W-what.. What is it?”
Gods, it even feels impossible to speak- but, finally, it seems your eyes have decided to work again, even if the view before you is blurred and hazy at first. You blink away the remaining starbursts, seeing two imposing silhouettes perched over you-
“Grianach..”
It’s when your gaze meets Johnny’s, your brain able to register the horror, the anguish- that you scramble to clutch at your throat.
Oh no.. no, no, no-
In their efforts to relieve you of your many insulating layers, it seems they cut the laces of your corset, and ripped the collar of your gown apart at the seams-
The high collar that you insisted on to cover the angry purplish bruises that currently wrap around your neck, the outline of a hand turning green and yellow with age. There were other bruises in much the same state on your arm and your thigh, and you thank the gods that those could not be so easily seen- because the murderous gleam in Simon and Johnny’s eyes is scary enough.
What would they do if they saw the rest…
You order them to help you up, dismissing their reservations as you simultaneously plead for them to call no one else-
“This is.. embarrassing enough. I do not wish for anyone else to see me, there are too many rumors and baseless speculation as it is-”
Simon is close again, right there supporting your weight, his body tense and ready for anything- but his eyes..
A shiver wracks through you as the image of those same eyes settling between your thighs flits through your mind; a motion they both mistake for the start of another fainting spell, judging by the way they grip you a little tighter- Johnny’s hand at your waist in an instant,
“Let me fetch the physician-”
“No.”
“Sunny..”
Looking between them, between cobalt blue and rich copper, between the man you’ve known your entire life, and the one that has somehow upended everything you thought you knew, your knees feel weak again.
“Please- Just.. Take me to my chambers.”
Simon moves immediately, leaving Johnny no choice but to follow as the towering man leads you through the hedge- but he doesn’t go towards the usual entrance you should be taking. You follow his long strides to a shadowed alcove, one you never would look twice at; but, to your surprise, when he pushes against an odd section of wall, it opens.
Johnny casts you a sidelong glance, and you wish you had an answer for him- hells, you wish you had an answer at all. It shouldn’t be surprising there are secret and hidden passageways within the castle, you suppose you’re just surprised you were never made aware of them. Especially since the corridor he chooses takes you directly to your rooms-
Your mouth opens the moment he closes the three of you in, a demand already on your tongue to know exactly how Simon knew about this, but all coherent thought turns to mush when he turns on you, pulling the black glove from his hand,
“Did he do this to you?”
The feel of his bare fingers on your skin sends your entire body reeling, unable, or maybe just unwilling, to pull away from his touch, even when you see Johnny’s eyebrows furrow in equal parts confusion and anger.
“Yes.”
“The King?” Johnny nearly choke on his own words, running a hand through his mess of hair as he watches Simon back away.
“It’s not-” You start, but you don’t have a justification, or an excuse, just the horrific memory of how angry your King had been, how he stormed into your room after the feast- his breath so laden with the smell of wine that it made your stomach queasy.
He took you that night before he left, by force. Pinned you down, and hissed the most obscene and vile things in your ear, his hands marking you for everyone to see; but you think it was mostly for his own depraved pleasure-
”Tell me about this Lord of yours- hm?” “Dancing with him like some common whore- you’re a fucking embarrassment to my crown-” “Well, since you want to act like one, I’ll show you exactly how I treat my harlots.”
As much as you tried to reassure him, he wouldn’t listen, didn’t want to hear what you had to say; and it was too easy for him to silence you with a strong grip around your neck-
You feel the hot tears threaten to spill at the memory, but you won’t, you refuse to let them fall- you refuse to shed one more single fucking tear for that monster, and certainly not right now.
So, you swallow the agonizing lump in your throat, pinning the men in front of you with a determined glare, “This shall not leave this room, am I clear?”
Johnny steps forward, “What?”
You raise your hand to stop him, holding your ground, “It isn’t a suggestion. It is a command-”, your feet move on autopilot, crossing the distance to the spacious washroom.
“But, Sunny.. You can’t let him get away with this! What else is there, huh? How else has he hurt-” Simon moves to cut him off, a strong arm reaching out to hold the Scot back, “Get your hands off me.”
They stand toe to toe, Simon’s eyes practically burning a hole through Johnny, the shorter man giving it back just as severely,
“Enough..” You sigh, moving quickly to push yourself between them, an open palm placed over their chests- Johnny’s, solid and warm, the muscle underneath heaving with every breath, and Simons.. The obsidian steel, cold and unforgiving, but it’s impossible to miss how his breathing is just as labored.
He’s just as livid-
“Please..”
At the same time, they relax under your touch, the sound of your plea softening both of their hearts for a moment- long enough to hear out, at least.
“Come back with me.” Johnny says, his voice so strong and steady that you swear you could feel the conviction behind the simple statement-
You shake your head, stepping from between them, “You know I can’t. That’s my home, our home, which you stand to inherit. The King would-“
Yes.. What would the great and benevolent ruler do? Would he make up a reason to attack your beloved homeland, to round up your family and have them executed? Would he make you watch Johnny’s head roll before casting your own off with it? He had already shown you a taste of how far his jealousy could go, how truly malicious and cruel he was willing to be when you angered him- and that only seemed to be happening more as of late.
“I will not go. I will not endanger your-” He tries to speak again, and you can see the flush of anger color his cheeks, his bright eyes so dark now, so full of turmoil, rage, “I WILL NOT.. endanger your life, or the lives of any of my people, Johnny..”
“Then I’ll take ya somehwere they won’t find us! Somewhere, where we’re nobodies, not a lord, or a queen- somewhere our names won’t matter. We’ll pick new ones, and it’ll be just us, just like it used to be, Grianach-”
A series of knocks at the doors throws the room into an eerie silence, agitation still hanging thick and heavy in the air around you as you look to Simon with a small nod; watching him cross the space and walk out of sight; your ears straining to hear who has come to seek you out, eyes staying glued to the wall, waiting to see him round it once again-
Johnny’s voice is sudden and low in your ear, so close it almost startles you as he speaks in your native tongue, or well, the bastardized slang you had always spoken to each other as children, ”Do you trust him?”
You turn to look up at him, eyebrows furrowed and your tone just as low, ”Yes, I do.”
There’s a moment when he seems to question your answer, question how little hesitation there was behind it- his eyes dancing over your face before darting up and back down to you just as quick,
”Bring him, then. Would that make you say ‘yes’?”
A familiar sequence of taps causes you to look back towards the entryway, where Simon stands as casual as ever, hand resting on the hilt of his sword as he looks between you and Johnny,
“Lord MacTavish’s horse has been prepared, along with his things, as previously requested-”
“Well, tell ‘em to take him back to stable, ‘m not leavin’.” Johnny spits back with a venom you’re not you’ve ever heard from the man.
But Simon, characteristically, is entirely unfazed by the outlash, looking back through his helmet, his expression almost comically bored.
“I answer to the Queen.” He hums out, eyes now on you in a way that feels far too personal, too intimate, as he moves forward with slow steps, “Not you.”
No.. No. I can’t do this- not here, not again. I don’t even know what this is, but it’s too much.
“All right, both of you- out.” You seethe, your hands clenching and unclenching as you all but shove Johnny back to the secret entrance- because the last thing you needed was for one the King’s many eyes in the castle to see him departing from your chambers.
He doesn’t try to stop you, but he does beg once again, softly, quietly- a plea for which you don’t have an answer to, not right now anyway. What he wants is impossible and improbable, it would never work. Right? Right.
There is no way out of this for you- there never really was.
“Later, Johnny. When we’ve calmed down and had time to think. I need to dress, now, go. I swear, I will find you.”
You watch him go, watch him spare one last glance before disappearing into the damp shadows of the tunnel, leaving you alone yet again with your Ghost. And that same, awful ache that never seems to leave you, makes itself apparent at the thought- your reeling mind certainly not helping to quell it by any means.
“You, too.” You say, squaring your shoulders and steeling yourself to face him, “I just need-”
When you do finally look up, your stride falters- seeing him already looking at you, his hand reaching for yours as if it were the most natural thing in the world to do- but, at the last second, he stops himself. His long fingers curling into a fist as they fall back in place at his side, and you don’t know why his restraint only serves to enthrall you more.
“I understand, My Queen..”
You want to scream and cry as you watch him slip his glove back on, covering the pale, scarred skin again-
“Si- Ser.. I’m sorry-”
“No.” He cuts you off gently, his voice warm and kind as he turns into you fully, “You have nothin’ to apologize for.. Not a single thing.”
Gods, why does he have to make it so difficult to be in his presence? Just standing here with him, his frame dwarfing your own, tall and broad, so immovable, so powerful; and yet, he somehow manages to make you feel like you’re the one looking down at him, like a deity gazing down on their devout disciple; like just allowing him the grace of your time and attention is what he lives for-
That is absurd.. And blasphemous. What is wrong with me.. It’s just a silly infatuation that I’ve aggrandized, that I’ve made more important than it is, obviously. I don’t know any better, anyway. This could be a ruse, and I wouldn’t know it, only ever having been with one boorish man; they could all be like that, Simon included-
“I’ll be at my post, Your Grace.” His voice is closer to normal now, not low and rich, spoken like it’s only meant for your ears-
All you can manage is a lame nod, turning away as he leaves because you know you couldn’t bear to see him go. Instead, you busy yourself finding another dress to cover your neck before calling in the handmaids for help.
Yes, busy, that usually tends to ward off the wayward and errant musings, the fantasies of what can never be- you’ll hone your focus on the mundane, on the way this new dress is softer than the last, the dark green velvet hugging you tenderly. Focus on the pinch of the corset, your eyes glancing at the wardrobe where you know the mutilated one now resides.
You simply won’t think about him. Or Johnny, and his preposterous proposal-
Oh, your sweet Johnny.. still ever the bleeding heart he is. You’ll send him back home with grand gifts, and hope he finds the letter you wrote for his eyes only, hope he can move on, and forget what he regrettably had to witness.
It will be ok. You’ll make sure he’s taken care of, that he won’t be cast into an unsavory light, or blamed.
Not when you’re so painfully aware that he’s the only wonderfully bright light you had been blessed with in so long, and gods forbid it’s your fault that his light is snuffed out-
The mirror catches your eye, reflecting someone so different back to you now. Different from a few short months ago, different from just a week ago, an hour ago, even. And while you don’t know if you particularly care for the woman you see, you know she is necessary for what’s to come.
It will be ok.
Simon stands guard at her door, unwavering and vigilant- but his mind races.
How could this have happened to his Queen, on his watch no less, how could he have allowed that monster to enter her chambers?
To hurt her.. defile her- his Queen. He swore his life to protect her, but he never imagined the one she needed saving from would be his own sovereign.
No matter. Because at the end of the day, the King is just a man; mortal, made of flesh and blood, a beating heart that can so easily be pierced by a sharp blade. A soft, squishy neck just made for cleaving-
And he doesn’t know this cousin of hers, doesn’t know what kind of lord he is, but she seems to trust him implicitly- they seem close in ways he can quite grasp. But, perhaps he’s on to something, Simon could get her away from here, away from this hellish place that drains her more and more, every waking moment.
He would take care of her, it would be so easy to make them both disappear.. they already called him ‘Ghost’, why not live up to the idea the mindless drones of court already have of him?
Hm.. Ghost-
The name rolls around on his tongue, Simon Riley has been called many things in his life, but none of them ever sounded so fitting.
[chapter 5>>>]
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IM LATE IM LATE IM SO LATE OH MYGOD anyways Divorce hcs with the links?? :3
Sure. Let's cry today. And naturally this has to come from you since this was your idea. :)
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Hyrule
Easily takes it the worse out of everyone.
Like hello? He tried so hard to not only work up the courage to get past his insecurities, but to also allow himself the privilege vulnerability in a world that's actively hunting him down
AND ACCEPT THEIR LOVE IN RETURN!?!?!
That would have been years in the making
And then to have it ripped away from him??
To be on cloud nine than have the rug pulled form under him?
You think it's not going to go bad? that he's not going to be depressed?
That he's not going to rethink everything that led up to that point?
How bad are you willing to bet that it's going to get? Because I'm thinking potential self harm in whatever manner it may be- for better or for worse- since he no longer cares about what happens to him
If the entire world wasn't hanging by the threat of his blood being spilled, he probably wouldn't have survived that kind of hit, you know?
Not to mention that he's probably going to be able to look at you for a long time afterwards.
Every time he does he's reminded that despite his best efforts and every humble thing he had to offer you, it wasn't enough.
Hyrule: Is doing his best to make things work
You: Yeah, it's not working
If he was trying to save a sinking ship by throwing out all the water with a bucket, why didn't you say something earlier?
Or maybe you did but clearly things just weren't the same.
But after a while, his doubts and insecurities rear their ugly head
You knew... you knew that it wouldn't be the easy life, living with him. You knew. He told you. He laid everything on the table for you since the beginning.
Why did you agree then?
Why couldn't you have simply turned him down to begin with?
It would have hurt. But he would have been past the hurt by this point.
He would have already healed
He spent so long invested in this to make sure you wouldn't regret choosing him
And he's here anyway.
Not that he's ever going to say this out loud.
He's aware enough that you're allowed to live your life as you please at the end of the day- more so if you want to leave him
But why???
Why waste time like this? Why hurt him like this?
He dwells on this for a long time and it's going to take him a long time to feel ok again
It's best to cut it cold turkey then and leave him alone.
Warrior
What... what do you mean?
Weren't you doing ok?
He thought you were both ok.
You came to him, telling him that his job took too much time from him.
Warrior gets whip lash.
He knew it was demanding but he was trying his best to spend as much with you as possible.
If he wasn't working he was with you
You had talked about cutting back to save more so he could retire earlier.
This job was a temporary circumstance
He was almost there
Warrior would try to get you to talk about it but if you weren't having it... what could he do?
He doesn't want this.
It took him so much to open up to anyone
He thought you were different. You didn't go after him for his title or power or connections.
He just didn't think those would be the things that would be your breaking point.
Warrior thought that it was that you liked him for him.
Now you're telling him he wasn't good enough?
He begs, no, pleads you to reconsider.
He doesn't want to lose you.
He starts getting insecure and begins to question everything.
When did this start? Was it something he did? Was it something he didn't do? Why didn't you talk to him? Did you even truly love him? Why didn't you want to make it work?
He could have met you halfway.
Is there someone else?
That's a question that cuts him to his core.
If you truly decide to leave him and go on your merry way, Warrior throws himself further into his work.
His retirement plans were for your benefit. He's still young. He doesn't have family. He has no one depending or expecting anything from him.
He has no other home to return to.
Warrior will stay in the Queen's court then.
He will also stay out of relationships from that point on.
If another comes along then it will take a lot of persistence on their part to get through to him.
Four
His entire body freezes up
But he thought-
He could have sworn-
Sure, your relationship wasn't perfect but he was happy with it.
He was doing everything he could to make things work.
He thought that it was working.
What do you mean you want other things?
What do you mean this wasn't what you thought you wanted?
Why are you doing this?
Why bring this up?
No.
No. He doesn't want this.
Where did you think you could go with this?
Give him a reason.
Give him a single solid reason for this divorce.
He doesn't want to lose you-
But really... even if he doesn't agree with your reason, is that all the more reason to let you go?
Were you just looking for a reason to leave this entire time?
Do you think you could just cut him off? Just like that? After thing you went through together?
Have you been talking to someone and he didn't know it?
He gets angry.
He's heartbroken.
Was this an easy decision to come to? How long have you been thinking about this?
He goes to work, throwing all his frustrations onto the anvil.
Four wears himself out quickly.
After weeks of letting the process go through he finally comes home to an empty house.
He looks around his house for the first time since you mentioned it.
All of your stuff is gone.
He sits by the couch- feeling too tired to process any emotion he may be feeling.
Until he cries himself to sleep.
Sky
His reality crashes, much like the plate he was in the middle of washing.
He's sorry...but what?
Maybe he misheard you... somehow
"What did you say?"
You repeat yourself and say that you're going to leave him.
"....Ok but.... why?"
His brain shuts up and he's no longer thinking.
Goes along with it
Because what else he supposed to do.
Is this even something he can fight? Should he fight?
You brought it up. Is this something you want? Probably.
He loves you. He wants you to be happy. Would this make you happy?
He promised to do everything in his power to make you happy. He promised to support you through thick and thin, even at the cost of his own happiness.
He vowed that on your wedding day.
Sky tries to get your side of the story.
He tries to see what he did wrong.
If there was something you wanted out of him that he wasn't giving you, then he wants to know.
If there was something that he did too much of, he wants to know.
If there was a moment where you realized he was different than what you thought he was, well... he wants to know that too.
He cries every night.
You moved out early, not wanting to see him at his lowest so you could go through with the decision.
It's not that you hated him... but you weren't going to change your mind about this.
He knows that he was supposed to help with the surface settlement stay sturdy and strong, but he really just wants to be with his loft wing right now.
But what if you also went back to Skyloft?
Sky isn't sure he can handle seeing you again without breaking down into bitter sobs.
Even if you decided to stay on the surface, even if it was to get away from him, he not so sure he would be able to handle that either.
Granted, the surface is much larger than Skyloft would have ever hoped to be- but he would much rather you choose the direction and he'll go the opposite way.
News travels fast about your divorce.
There's only so many people for it to go to and everyone knows everyone any way.
Sky isn't so sure that he likes that about his people anymore.
Twilight
Sits you down and wants you to write it down
He wants you to write everything wrong with him and what was wrong with the relationship
He wants you to add as many details as you can think of
Twilight then proceeds to read the entire list out loud.
To your face.
Do the reasons make sense?
Do you stand by what you said?
Is it things that you're willing to work on to make it work?
No?
You're not going to let him make the necessary changes to even try?
He takes a deep breath but lets you go.
Fine. Leave then.
He already has some abandonment problems but he likes to think he's grown over them at this point.
Not that he has- but he handles it better than most would think.
He cries for months because he misses you but he's never been one to stay in one place or remain idle for very long anyway.
There's always something to do around the farm and the village.
And to be honest, the fact that he stays busy makes it easier to dull the pain little by little everyday.
Arguably takes the less time to heal since he actually has a support system near him.
His village family help him a lot and also help him to stay busy and distracted.
They don't want to give him a moment where he has the opportunity to miss you.
Not to say that it's a perfect system, but they want Twilight to know that they're always by his side even if things didn't work out in the end.
That being said. They no longer like you.
They'll be civil to your face and when Twilight is around but you hurt Twilight and hurt him deeply. They won't forgive that easily.
Twilight knows this but he's not about to tell them to leave you alone in that regard.
It really... really hurt and he's not exactly interested in keeping any kind of relationship in the beginning.
He'll never speak bad about you but he can never look at you the same way again after this.
Never stops caring about you though.
Twilight can't even bring himself to be mad about it.
It just hurts.
Still lives on peacefully though, just without by his side.
Wind (aged up)
Guess who's going straight into the ocean!!
Well- he sorta does.
He doesn't walk straight into it, but like a lot of other Links he's going to do his best to distract himself.
Not that it works all that much.
He leaves his cabana and gets back in his boat, just ready to spend who knows how much time along at sea.
It's worrying to the islanders.
He just left and hasn't come back yet!! Did something happen to him?
Wind is trying his hardest to find comfort in the familiar
But the lack of your presence is really highlighted with his time at sea.
There's just energy inside of him that urges him to do something reckless- to live recklessly.
But he's not a child anymore- and well... actually...
Who's going to miss him?
Aryll for sure, but she's a big girl now. He knows she can watch after herself.
There's Tetra and her crew but he hasn't seen them in a while and contact was few and far in-between to begin with.
The time at sea has him thinking dangerous thoughts.
And he fantasizes about worlds perhaps he shouldn't venture to.
If When he comes home- he actually goes back to Outset- not his cabana.
At first it was to see how everyone was doing after his time away.
He wanted closure- to see everyone for potentially the last time and leave things on a nice note.
He's finds the familiar he's looking for.
He's strengthen by his nostalgia and the love that was stripped away from him.
Wind stays there for months, building himself back together without you by his side.
It's not easy.
His sister and her family are a life line he didn't know he needed.
He tries not to feel jealous though.
He quite meet the pirates yet or they'll tempt him to join them back at sea...
Back to the thoughts and the blank pages...
The drinks.
Wind writes to them though and tells them to save his spot for the time being.
When he feels better.
Legend
HO BOY HERE WE GO
This guy- destroyed
I'm talking gives up on life kind of deal
He no longer cares
Do you hear me?
Warrior and Hyrule react badly but this guy is right on their heels
Someone is going to have to check in on his constantly
And I mean constantly
If someone doesn't, he's not going to get up from bed.
Meaning- he won't clean, he won't eat, he won't drink water
He's done- he is done with life.
The one time he had happiness- and stability- and genuine care from another person turned out to be a total lie.
Did you do this on purpose?
This is worse.
He hopes he's dreaming. He hopes that every time he goes to sleep, he's going to wake up and it would have all been just one messed up, scary and heart wrenching nightmare.
But he's tired.
He's tired of losing people.
He's tired of fighting, of heartache, of needing to prove himself
He thought he didn't have to do any of that with you- but he still fell short?
Tell him you're playing from messed up prank on him.
Tell him you're not going to do it.
Tell him it's not real.
Tell him he's dreaming.
Please.
Please.
Don't-...
Don't go.
He's sorry.
He's not sure what went wrong but he can fix it! He swears it.
Legend may not survive otherwise.
Time
Record scratch TM
Is this it then?
....Every meeting does have its parting after all.
Just... Just why?
You both promised until death do you part.
Time does not take his promises lightly. And he does not make them often.
Time feels long forgotten bitterness bubble up from inside him.
Alright- go then.
Don't come back.
He leaves before you can begin to move out despite what he told you.
He's never needed much. He's fine and content with a satchel and the clothes on his back.
That's what he tells himself anyway.
His inner child wishes to return to the forest but he knows that he's grown too large and too old- the magic would never allow him to enter into the comforts of his once peaceful childhood.
He can no longer make Epona run as she used to. She is an old mare now- but she's still his loyal companion, taking him far from the home you both once shared.
Granted, he plans to return... at some point.
He'll give you a week or two to leave before he returns.
He hopes you've taken everything you've needed because he packs up the things he plans on keeping before getting rid of everything.
And I mean- everything.
You wanted to part ways? Fine.
He'll burn that bridge.
Forget it.
Forget everything!
He'll start over. With less, but with himself and his horse and the little things that he needs.
It's not like his life had known peace to begin with- this is just one more disappointment to add to his list of life's backstabbing betrayals.
Forget romance- he never should have tried.
He never should have let you in.
This is his own doing- he fooled himself into thinking things were ok.
That this was something he could have.
A little voice tells him that Twilight still needs to come from somewhere...
But there are ways to pass on his legacy... or maybe he was wrong?
Wild
Oh dear
He thought he knew what it was to have loved and lost
This is different
This is completely than what he thought he knew
This... is worse.
You're leaving him
Because.... because why?
Everything was fine.
He.... he was good in the end, right? He did his job and saved the day and wanted to live a peaceful life
But he's not losing you to some accident or some unforeseen circumstance.
If anything, you're leaving him... out of a want.... to have nothing to do with him anymore.
Was he not enough?
Insecurity rears its ugly head and faces him head on.
He wasn't enough to take down the calamity when he should have, he wasn't enough to save his friends when he should have, he wasn't enough to get the master sword when he should have-
Are you just another person he's disappointed in his life?
Wild takes a while to come to terms with this.
A long while.
Long enough where you might have moved on by then and found someone else.
Surely it's nothing personal, right?
Oh goodness- when you find someone new- yikes
Someone ought to make sure that Wild gets out into the sunlight every now and then and that he's actually eating something as well
He completely shuts down.
He stays in his house- not willing to go on any adventures... or go anywhere in general
It would take a while for people (other than Zelda, I think) to even notice that he's suddenly a shut in.
Considering he was hardly home to begin with- going from place, to place, to place- and then moving between places so he wouldn't be in one place for very long- it would take a while for Sidon, Yunobo, Riju, Teba, Purah, Paya, Robbie- anyone to figure out that "hey, Link hasn't been here a while."
Zelda would have to be the one to either help Wild or get reinforcements so that Wild would stay active.
It would be completely up to Reader if they try to help him or not.
They would probably have the best success in getting Wild to take care of himself- but it could also very well make it worse when they leave again.
It's almost like they've died.
Except they're very much alive and Wild's not so sure what would have been worse.
#linked universe#linkeduniverse#linked universe x reader#lu x reader#tw self destructive behavior#tw self harm#mentioned#adding tags for safety just in case#Queen's 'Love of my Life' came up while i was writing for Hyrule#and it was a little too fitting ^.^*#*Bring it back- bring it back- don't take it away from me#sorry buddy#not achy breaky heart playing in the background too!!!!!!
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For Her, His Heart Yearns
Hello everyone!
This is Part 1 out of 2 of my Knight! Nanami x Queen!Female! Reader at 4.2k words (0-0)
This is done in collaboration with @kentopedia collab, Love Through the Ages Hope you like Part 1, Part 2 will be done shortly! I haven’t written in a bit so any feedback is welcomed. Enjoy lovelies <;3
Will have mature themes such as violence and death. Lowkey a slowburn x mutual pining. Different ruling structure cause it's fantasy lol.
Reader is aged around 25-30
Nanami is aged around 30-35
Chapter 1
In your life, duty was something you had to always uphold. Sacrifice anything and everything for it. This is what you were taught; the very essence of it is ingrained in your brain. Things were the way they were for hundreds of years, with the women in your position always completing what needed to be done. As the queen, you made it your purpose to be a person worthy of the throne. Nothing less than perfection was expected of you by your family and peers. The entire kingdom praises the very ground you stood upon. A heavy weight was on your shoulders, one you carried with dignity and grace.
In spite of your attempts to delay it, it was time for marriage. One to build political relationships and strengthen the kingdom. Known across the land as a beauty, kind yet stern when needed, blessed with a brilliant mind along with your looks. It was no surprise you had many courting options, suitors from far and wide came to court you. You knew that your choice would have far-reaching consequences. The future of the kingdom rested on your decision and you were determined to choose wisely. Even so, every suitor had been rejected, much to the dismay of your father. From the elves to the dwarves, no one was deemed worthy, for your eye has already been caught by someone.
Sitting on your throne next to your father, you frowned, looking at yet another asking for your hand. This one is old enough to be your grandfather. An expression of boredom is clear on your face; your eyes are looking over the court in front of you. Nobles looked upon the royal family with gleaming eyes, each interested in your decision. The grand halls of the throne room are littered with marble, gold, and paintings that line the walls. Paintings that depicted the history of your kingdom.
Tales of the dragons who hoarded treasures and of knights saving the land. The most known tale of the white robed mage and first king at the center, the very start of your kingdom. The two had found the legendary Stone of Laztierite, a stone of which not much is known other than its ability to give powerful magic abilities. That was when humanity gained an upper hand over the evil magical beings that reigned over them. Together, with the mage’s magic and the king’s mighty army, they used the stone to effectively seal the evil beings into the dark world. This resulted in the stone disappearing to be found once more, as the rumor goes.
After the war, the white robed mage and first king married, founding the Aitrerus Kingdom, which has reigned over the land for centuries, unifying humanity and magical beings together. At times, the evil still escaped, but it was rare. When it did, it corrupted the minds of anyone it touched. The most affected were dragons and their worshippers, who still ruled over some lands. Lands to which no one ventured due to their heinous actions and beliefs. They were forsaken, no other kingdom interacted with them. Centuries later, humans and magical beings lived in peace, now only fighting over land and politics. The stone lost to time; not one soul knew of its whereabouts now.
Twirling a strand of your hair around your finger, a sigh came from your lips at your thoughts. Those tales were surely false, no magic pebble saved the day you thought with a yawn. Today was yet another day of failed proposals, and your father was equally frustrated. You couldn’t wait to end the day; your back was sore from sitting for so long. The plush, comfortable bed and sheets are calling to you, eager to be done with the uncomfortable corset digging into your ribs. While you no doubt looked exquisite, as your handmaidens always made sure you do, you yearned to be in your simple nightgown with your hair cleaned. Now you were dressed in the finest of silks, a deep blue dress with white lacing, and jewels around your neck and ears. An armored chest plate over your dress, dipped in silver and encrusted with more gems, is a good combination of fashion and protection. You couldn't wait to remove your heavy armor and relax in the comfort of your own room
As the suitors continued to plead their cases, you couldn't help but wonder if you would ever find someone who truly understood you. The weight of your father's expectations and the pressure of finding a suitable match weighed heavily on your shoulders. You couldn't shake the feeling that maybe true love was just a fairy tale. Getting lost in thought, you didn’t realize your father dismissed everyone early, seeing the exhaustion in you. Your father turns to you from his seat next to the throne, a sulk on his usually joyful face, footsteps sounding off as everyone left.
"You need to start taking this seriously," he said sternly. "Your older brother is off in the gods' know where, doing what he pleases. I won't be around forever to help make these decisions for you." The weight of his words settled in your chest, and you knew that the pressure to find a suitable match was only going to increase. He had only stepped down from the throne due to the sudden passing of your mother when you were fifthteen. It happened during the birth of their next daughter who was stillborn. She was the love of his life, the grief of losing both at the same time caused him too much pain to continue ruling.
"I understand, father." You replied, your voice meek, a far cry from the back talk you gave him constantly over the years. Reaching out, he lovingly rubs your hand, eyes just like yours but sadder, dimmer. His hands are slightly wrinkled now from his age, another reminder to you of the importance of your future marriage.
"You are my only daughter, and I want to see you happy and successful," he said softly. "I will support you in finding the right partner, but ultimately, the decision is yours to make, my sweet flower." With a heavy heart, you nodded in agreement, knowing that the future of your family's legacy rested on your shoulders.
With that, he takes his leave, sending a warm smile to you. Alone in the vast room you lose yourself in your mind once more as you gaze off at nothing in particular. A light tap on your shoulder jolts you to attention. Looking to the side where it came from, you see your knight, Kento Nanami.
He is from a loyal noble family that guarded the royals for hundreds of years, sworn at your birth to protect you when he was only five years old. He stood broad and tall with blonde hair; it was styled neatly, framing his face with warm chocolate eyes, stern like always. It was a wonder he wasn't married yet. The stained glass windows behind him cast him in a soft, ethereal light, adding to his aura of strength and nobility.
"You're going to make your face stay like that, Sir Nanami." You smiled in a teasing tone at him, leaning up to poke his nose. The two of you are quite fond of each other.
He chuckled softly, a rare sight from the stoic knight. "I cannot help but be serious when it comes to your safety, my lady," he replied with a hint of warmth in his voice. The bond between you two was unbreakable, built on years of trust and companionship.
Getting up, you pat your dress down, taming the wrinkles that have set into the fabric. Without a hitch, Nanami walks by your side, making your way to your room. Going through the many halls, the windows were open to let in the spring air. Smells of honeysuckle and jasmine were flowing with the light breeze. Your little cousins and other children of servants chasing each other with laughs of joy.
The castle was immaculate, with servants running around to maintain it. Each sent you a small smile as they ran by. Normally they would have to curtsey, but you didn’t care for the formalities all that much. Something you got from your father as he is a kind man—too kind at times. He always made sure the servants were treated with respect and fairness, setting an example for you to follow as you grew up. As you reached your room, Nanami waited at your door like normal. Rolling your eyes, you pull him by the collar of his chest plate and into your room.
"Come have tea with me!" You demand, letting go of him, moving to sit at your table set on the balcony. The sunset casts a golden glow over your room, and the sky is painted in hues of blue, pink, and orange. “I had them bring your favorite tonight.”
Sitting across from you, he poured the drinks into the fine cups. The silence was enjoyed between the two of you with the calming tea. Your balcony gave a beautiful kingdom view from your room always gives you joy. Hills and valleys were filled with flowers that were blooming. The town within the walls is as lively as ever; sounds of laughter and happiness are normal occurrences. Your kingdom was a peaceful one for centuries. As the night grew darker, the sound of the crickets filled the air, creating a peaceful atmosphere. Nanami's presence always brought a sense of calm and comfort to your evenings.
“Your father was awfully restless today.” He broke the silence, looking over at you with soft eyes, recognizing the stress you had over today.
“He wants grandbabies in his old age.” You laugh, finishing the tea, rubbing your temple. “He wants to go live off the coast, away from this drama, but it may be years before I find someone."
"You'll find someone you think is right when the time comes." He assured, leaning over to take your hand, squeezing it gently. Your smile growing at his kind action, squeezing his hand back; his soft moments were only for your eyes to see. “You deserve to find love, my lady. Be loved just as you give it . Everything you do is for your kingdom and loved ones. Is there a reason you think you do not deserve it?”
Your breath halts in your throat, and words stick as you try to speak. The look in his eyes clearly asks for more; it makes your stomach have butterflies. Looking at Nanami, you thought the moonlight made him look even more handsome. His chiseled jaw and cheekbones were accentuated. With a tint on your cheeks, you turn from his gaze. Taking your hand from his, you miss the way he winces a little.
"Yes, yes. I'll surely find true love, just as my parents did." You laugh, dismissing his question with a wave of your hand, sarcasm dripping from your voice. Ignoring the pain in your own heart you felt at the action, the two of you knew there were feelings growing; neither of you felt it was right to confess. Teetering on the edge of something more each day but both of you were too scared to take the plunge into the unknown. Too scared to get hurt more than anything.
“Your majesty. You are more than worthy; any man or woman would be lucky.” He tells you, taking his hand back, his eyes unwavering as he keeps eye contact. The tension between you two was palpable, the unspoken words hanging heavy in the air. It was clear that neither of you was ready to confront the truth of your feelings. You smile meekly, shaking your head to get up from your chair.
“I appreciate your kind words, but I should head to bed. The hour is awfully late.” You dismiss, moving to ring the bell for your maids to help you change.
“As you wish, please rest well tonight.” He gets up, taking your hand to kiss the back of it before he leaves. A twinkle in his dark eyes at your flushed face.
Now comfortable, you lay in your plush bed, free of the tight corset and suffocating layers. As tired as you were earlier, you couldn't help but stay awake, thoughts of him flooding your mind. The moonlight filtering through the curtains illuminated the room, casting a soft glow on your face. The weight of unspoken words lingered, creating a bittersweet ache in your chest. Sleep eventually comes to you as you drift off into dreams filled with his presence, a smile tugging at your lips. The night passes slowly, the memories of the evening replaying in your mind like a cherished melody.
Nanami retreats to his chambers after checking everything is in order, trying to stay busy while his mind races. Images of you run through his mind—how you admired the flowers in the gardens and when you sit upon the throne with your subjects. How you acted was like day and night at times: rigid with people you weren't fond of but then sweet to those you cherished. Your beauty glowed even when you didn't know someone was watching. He found it funny how you would puff your cheeks out in frustration when struggling with a new hobby or when your book turned sour. How kind and playful you were to your cousins and nephews, always playing with them when you could. Not caring when they dirtied your expensive dresses.
Changing for bed, he settled down, expressing a slight regret at his actions tonight with a sigh. His heart is torn between his duty to protect you and his own desires, unsure of how to navigate the complexities of his emotions. As he laid in bed, the soft glow of the moonlight illuminates his conflicted expression, a silent witness to the inner turmoil he grapples with.
The peace of the night is broken by the sound of shrill screams that wakes you with a shock. The sound of fighting is going on outside your door. Sitting up in bed, you shake in fear, moving quickly for your sword displayed over your fireplace. You pause, listening intently for any clue as to what is happening outside. With a racing heart, you steel yourself for whatever danger may come your way. With your sword pointed at the door, you quickly slip on a pair of riding boots you happened to have out and prepare yourself for the fight to come. Breathe halted as the fighting died down and you heard footsteps approaching your door.
With adrenaline coursing through your veins, you brace yourself for the unknown threat that awaits on the other side, your hands shaking as you hold the blade. While trained, you were rarely put in real danger thanks to Nanami at your side constantly. Taking a deep breath to calm your nerves, ready to strike down whoever it may be, raising it up just as they open the door. Relief filled your veins as you recognized the blonde head of hair entering your room. Blood was painted across his white dress shirt, dripping down his own sword. He wore casual clothes, black slacks, and a white shirt with a ruffled collar, having just woken up as well.
"Kento?" You called out in confusion, stepping closer to him and pointing your sword down. He didn't respond, making his way to you with haste, looking over your form for any wounds. Seeing him seemed to have broken down any walls you made, the stress of the situation coming down. You dropped your sword, wrapping your arms around him in relief, feeling the tension leave your body as he held you close.
"I'm here." His voice was smooth and calm. He hugged you tightly, minding his sword as he did. More screams come from the hallway, making him go back to attention. Letting you go, he grabbed your black cloak nearby from the coat post. Putting it over you, he cupped your shaking face gently with one warm, calloused hand, looking into your eyes with urgency. Thumb rubbing your cheekbone comfortingly, trying to ease the fear he saw in your teary eyes. His face was firm as always, with a level head on his shoulders from his experience.
"We need to go. We don't have much time," Nanami urged. Without waiting for a response, he led you out of the room and into the night, his grip firm and reassuring. The seriousness in his eyes told you that whatever lay ahead was not to be taken lightly.
Going through the halls, you saw bodies of servants and knights alike, walls painted with their blood and viscera. Men who were not of your kingdom laid with them in black armor. This was clear from the red sigil on their chest, the sign of evil dragon worshipers. Hurriedly, he pulled you through the halls, passing the windows to the courtyard. Down below, it was pure disarray. Fires are going with more bodies on the ground. The knights of the kingdom were defending the castle with their lives. Luckily no one found you two as you made it to the stables safely. Tears welled in your eyes, stinging as they went down your face while he went to his horse. The smell of smoke and blood was overwhelming.
“Where’s my father?” You questioned him, pleading with him for answers. His silence only provided the answer you needed, knowing there was a slim chance of him making it. He was old and had his own faults, but he didn’t deserve this end.
"I could only make it to you first. I'm sorry." He simply said, moving swiftly to get his white horse, helping you onto him. Getting on behind you, he grabbed the reins, snapping them sharply to ride off.
You both only made it over the hill before an arrow shot into his shoulder from behind. Making a grunt of pain, he looked over his shoulder at a group of men chasing on horseback. Ripping it out, he urged the horse to run faster. More arrows shot around before someone yelled at them to stop, saying they wanted the queen alive. Holding him tighter, you pressed your face against his back. He rode towards the dense forest ahead, wishing to lose them there. Just as you were near the forest line, a fireball was sent nearby, sending the horse flying.
Coughing, you weakly propped yourself up on your hands, your vision blurry from hitting the ground so rough. Just over you was a dragon, smoke escaping from its sharp teeth, ruby-red eyes looking down. Its vast, inky black body blocks out the moon behind it. Worshippers move to surround you, whispering to each other in glee. Nanami lay nearby, attempting to stand. Blood came from his temple, dripping onto his face. His sword was on the ground in front of you. Grabbing it, you pointed it up with a sharp glare, ready to defend yourself to the last moment, standing in front of Nanami. The dragon looked down at you in interest, with more of its goons surrounding you two.
“Run!” Nanami commanded, barking your name with such a harsh tone. It would've made you shake if it was different circumstances. His hair falling over his face as his eyes scanned over everyone.
Making the first move, you strike down the closest assailant. Knowing how to fight was a skill every royal was taught. Swiftly move between them, dodging their attacks while sending your own. It helped that they wanted you alive; most of them were trying to grab you over kill you. Standing, Nanami defended you, grabbing a sword from a fallen worshiper nearby. As you both continued to fight off the dragon's goons, you felt a surge of adrenaline fueling your movements. Each strike and parry was executed with precision and determination. The odds may have been against you, but you were not going down without a fight.
Exhaustion soon caught up to you. Being unused to fighting this long, you panted for air. A few bodies lay at your feet dead. One of them saw an opportunity, striking you over the head while taking your blade from you, tossing it away. Falling to the ground with a grunt, you see the dragon land before you. It's sulfur smelling breath hitting your form. The heat of it makes you squint, struggling to stay awake. Nanami screamed your name and tried to run to you but was quickly stabbed through in his distraction, blood seeping from his mouth at the gaping wound in his abdomen. They pulled the blade out, making him fall to his knees. He could only watch as they gathered around you. His vision filled with black dots before passing out, the gushing blood made a pool in the grass under him.
"Sleep, little queen." It grumbles, its voice is deep and ominous. The last thing you see before succumbing to unconsciousness is the dragon's red glowing eyes, filled with a mix of curiosity and malice. The world fades to black as you drift into a dreamless slumber, unsure of what fate awaits you next.
Later on, you awaken in a plush bed. Still wearing the blood splattered clothes from before, thankfully. Daylight came through the barred windows nearby. The chambers are warm, filled with fur along the floor and silk sheets. Dark reddish stone with almost black hardwood floors. The room is opulently decorated, intricate tapestries adorning the walls and a flickering blue fire in the hearth. Your head had a sharp pain from being hit from behind, making you move idly to sit up. Getting off the bed, you walk towards the door tentatively. As you reach for the doorknob, someone new opens the door, making you jump back. They wore a red cloak, their hood obscuring their faces from view.
“Master is glad you’ve awoken, he hopes the room pleases you.” They say, voice with a slight rasp to it, hands clasped together.
Not giving them a chance to talk further, you try to run past them, only to be slammed into the stone wall by an unseen force. Pain spikes from your head at the impact as you drop to the floor. You struggle to regain your balance, realizing that there is something unnatural about the servant. They walk towards you, shaking their head at that attempt.
“That’s awfully rude.” They laugh cruelly. "Master doesn't like it when his guests try to leave."
"What do you want, mage?" You ask, glaring at them harshly, anger rushing through you as you bare your teeth to them. Their eyes gleam down at you, laughing a bit at the sight. “Where’s my knight?”
"You'll know soon enough," they say, harshly pulling you up by the arm and dragging you towards the door. Their sharp nails are almost piercing your flesh from their grip. Moving through the dark halls, several red cloaked people roamed about, none sparing either of you a glance. Their snake-like language is foreign to your ears. Moving deeper into the fortress, you go down many stairs, the smell of sulfur and rotten eggs only getting worse. Opening a door, they throw you in which almost makes you fall over. Catching yourself, you turn to hit the door. Letting out a frustrated yell, you kick at it, pounding it with your fist.
"Little queen has a bite to her." A deep voice calls out, a deep laugh from its throat, a voice you knew. Turning, you stood still, the very dragon laying in a giant heap of gold before you. The treasures of the world surround the beast in the cave structure.
"Surprised to see me, little one?" The dragon's red eyes glinted mischievously as it slowly rose to its feet, towering over you with a smirk. You realized then that escaping this fortress would be much more difficult than you had anticipated.
"What do you want?" You ask, voice firm. Surprising yourself at how you acted put together. Your blood rushing in your ears from your heart pounding.
The dragon's smirk widened, revealing sharp teeth as it replied, "Nothing big, dear. I just want to rule the lands."
You felt a chill run down your spine at his words, a cruel laugh coming from them. It vibrated your entire being from his size.
"You see, little queen, I require something to do that." He continues, moving closer. "The blood of a white robed mage, to be exact."
A laugh slipped from your lips, your hand covering it from the outburst. It was unexpected for the dragon to believe in such fables. The dragon's eyes narrowed at your reaction, sensing your disbelief.
"Believe what you will, but the power of the white robed mage is real inside you," he growled, his tone deadly serious. Your heart raced as you realized the gravity of the situation, knowing that you must find a way to stop him before it's too late.
"What do you plan to do with me, beast?" You asked, standing your ground as it wrapped a tail around you. Not yet squeezing, but the threat was apparent. Leaning closer, you felt the hot breath of the dragon breathe down on you, its red eyes watching you.
"To devour you, my dear little queen," he explained, closing its eyes and pausing to take a whiff of you. "With you, I'll have all the power needed. No one can stop me as I gorge down on humanity. The blood of innocents will run down my throat."
You shivered at the thought of being devoured by the dragon, but you refused to show fear. With a defiant glare, you whispered, "You may have power over others, but you will never have power over me." The dragon's eyes narrowed in response, a hint of respect in its gaze as it considered your words.
"Oh? No groveling? No begging for mercy?" He chuckled. "Careful now. I may like you, little queen."
Hope you liked this! hehehehehe can't wait for the next chapter
ALSO dont fuck the dragon!!!!
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♥️The Queen Of Hearts♥️
TW: Yandere, Manipulation, Graphics Of Violence, Deaths mentioned, Adult themes maybe?, Toxic relationship, Victim Blaming, Psychological horror, etc.
Note: I'd like to say that my Mc is not cheerful, there's a hint of them being bullied in this.
(It's probably obvious TT that English is my second language, hopefully my grammar is okay!)
“Are you ready to begin, my darling?”
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—ONCE UPON A TIME THERE WAS A CURIOUS LITTLE THING, sometimes bolder than normal.
You were admired in a universe which titles 'Wonderland' and met many strange customs in it.
How astonishing to be exploring and talking in fantastical stories! That was until you caught the attention of the monarch himself.
He finds your existence.. peculiar.
“Oh, and who is this lost dear?” His tone has no bite as his gray eyes dilated innocently at you.
Surprisingly, he didn't berate you when you came out mysteriously by an opening portal created by someone's power at his tea parties and being the oh pure soul you were, you asked him upfront whether he would be okay if you’d like to be friends with him. How (ignorant) brave of you.
“Your majesty, forgive them! They didn't know any better about their etiquette and manners!” The advisor of the queen with a clover mark stated.
“Trey, don't. We should hear.. how our queen is going to handle this.” The orange head muttered, his expression was unreadable.
“..That moron is a goner. Sheesh.” The red haired boy chimed in with sympathy.
“They're not dying! Don't be weird, Ace!” His partner who was serving drinks nagged at him.
“The heck are you on, Deuce?!”
“Eh....??” Your lips thinned with anxiety.
Everyone stopped what they were doing almost comically as they prayed at the demise of yours.
What they didn't expect was that a vehement burst of giggles escaped their leader himself.
The attractive royal laughed so much!
That he forgot to compose himself!
His subjects were combusting in the background and the wine-haired male regained his senses.
“Are you bothered by this?” You inquired. A rush of memory from reality washed over to you. What if he despises you? What if he thinks you're a freak?
His brow raised as if scanning your horror.
“How terrible of me. As its ruler, I must apologize for a moment. I am Riddle Rosehearts, a queen of this land you stand. What about you, visitor?”
“Erm.. I can't say, uhh you can call me however you wish, sir..” You bowed with a grin, still waiting for his response. Unlike other 'Alices' he knew, you took your time to remember *ahem* his rules.
You both hit it off and exchanged whimsical ideas on hobbies, traditions and silly stuff that you can chat with. You became enthusiastic when you informed him about your goals, your parents and adventures that you'd often go to. He seemed peaceful and even gave you his tarts too!
“Of course, history from your country is baffling. Then again, our state isn't the same, is it?”
“Mmh, ah, your majesty! Can you teach me how I must conduct my speech in your presence? Are there any books you would recommend to me? I'm a slow learner! I don't want to be rude to you. You have been hospitable. I should repay you.”
“It appears you have problems at your school? Is it affecting your performance during classes?”
Riddle's words may be sweet like sugar and cakes but his intentions weren't out of generosity.
In it there hides a tension that you weren't able to decipher as you nodded obediently, too absorbed with your conversation to comment on his overly protective behavior about your life.
“I just feel like I don't belong there, can't I be with you for an eternity? I could work for you!” It was lighthearted and you were jesting to him.
Riddle distastefully clicked his tongue.
“You dared to farce around with ME.....?!”
You don't mean a word you apprised!
“Your majesty? What.. are you..?”
“Rule 154 # Of The Queen Of Hearts: One must not cancel a request from her majesty.”
“What?! Hold on.. I didn't agree to anything-”
“Or are you deaf in what I'm saying? I'm The Queen Of Hearts and I hereby announce that you will be my-bride-to-be! My words are law!” You weren't that stupid, putting two and two together.
“How..! That's a dictatorship!” Your mouth moved.
“When have I said I was a nice queen?”
His smirk was frigid and it looked more noxious than previous rounds he sent. “I have the impression that you promised to be with me by your own free will. You are not going back on that one pact you spoke of, are you, my crown?”
“Listen! Please, please..! I can't marry you, your majesty! I.. I can't be! That is..” Insane.
“You should beg more then.” He scoffed. No longer upholding his kind image that he feigned.
“That's..! No.. no..! Surely, you're joking!!”
“You can't leave, not unless you can kill me. You don't have the legendary sword either, do you?”
He had eradicated White Queen's goons already.
“The blade that is for slaying Jabberwocky?” Mad Hatter had explained to you of its origins.
“You don't need it.” Riddle remarked venomously.
“You destroyed it....?” You wondered.
That damned weapon he had placed a curse on it with ancient spells that only he can revert.
And? What if you're a destined hero? He will ABSOLUTELY have his happily ever after!
“I could never hurt anyone for..” Your shoulders sagged as your inner panic grew by seconds.
Riddle's expression was cruel as he analyzed.
“Our tale fancies you a lot. Alas —what can it do if you are tender-hearted with your enemies?”
“T-There are other ways to go back to my world!”
And you were correct on that. Riddle remained stoic as he took a sip of his herbal tea tardily.
He brought his cup of liquid onto his saucer.
“Yes. That is if you're competent for it.” He sighed as he finished his sentences. “So? Are you going to challenge me into a duel? A game? Which is it?”
“A duel? A game? With.. you who is a wizard?” He deliberately chose his lines to rile you up.
You weren't going to win if you were hasty.
“I'm not a savage. I allow you to take options. And you did nothing. Can you blame me?”
You would be ethereal if you were to sit on the throne with him. And it was a good opportunity that you were simply gullible. If you were smart, he'd have to break you than what he wanted.
“You..!”
A single drop of tear slid from your hazy eyes.
“I thought.. I thought we were confidants!”
“Throwing tantrums won't make me negate my resolve. It's your fault for being this credulous.”
“Fine.. I'll do it. Let's fight. I'll pick what we WILL do next, you can't cheat or turn to your allies! Most importantly, you can't use magic at all.” You have to set a covenant up, or else he could be sneaky.
“Alright, I will not do that.”
He wasn't a scummy type of man anyway.
“You promise on the sun above us?” You said.
“Yes, I do. If I cannot be faithful, I'll let you have a clue or a hint to help you back to your family.”
“Are you lulling me into false securities?”
“What are you ascribing of me?”
“So you are not?”
“You're getting off track. Shall we start?”
It was quite hilarious that you think you can weasel out of his grasp. You weren't great at these things. It was inevitable for you to end up embarrassing yourself when he's done with you. Should he kiss you? Dress you in a wedding gown? Ah, he's going to prolong your downfall, your face would be adorable to inspect when you realized you could not beat him no matter how hard you initiated.
“I hope you're not a liar, your majesty.” You said vigorously as you eyed him with skepticism.
“If you can defeat me in our bet, I'll tell you the answer you'd be glad to get. However should you fail to do this, you'll become my King Of Hearts as per our unanimity. Do you understand me, Alice?”
Your blood veins turn icy as his threat hangs.
Losing your role will mark your doom.
If you became his significant other..
You will get stuck here!
“You're.. crazy!!” You inhaled a shaky breath.
“That's excursive. Have you decided yet? What will you choose? Croquet? Hide and seek? Whatever you're confident in, I'll approve you a chance.”
❝ Now speak to us your verdict. ❞
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You should have seen the warning signs because ol' sweetheart, he's not going to let you run!
He's dead set on having you as his spouse in his kingdom. My, you think he's a rational companion, isn't it? You really are pitiful aren't you, our reader?
Never trust what strangers say!
Especially if it's from The Queen Of Hearts!
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Inspired from damnation twst au by @shiny-jr
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How would 7 parents react to Yuu having a nightmare about something bad happening to them (them as in the parents)?
Great 7: Nightmares
I read so much wiki lore, please look at Evil queen's wiki and see how much wasted potential she had along with how down bad the animators were for her. I was listening to the musical of The Scarlet Pumpernickel and it gave inspiration for Qoh. A majority of these are from a mix of the live-action and animated movies along with video games, Starkid's Twisted (for scar and Ursula), and PattyCake.
Reader is GN however in QoH Part it is mentioned that some refer to you as "Madame/Lord/Liege" interchangeably and occasionally wears dresses as I believe gender norms are very different in the Hearts Kingdom given… Everything… other than that there's no description for Yuu. This is an AU where the Great 7 are in Yuu's head and are Yuu’s parents.
Jafar
You woke up in complete darkness, with no way at all to see what was in front of you. The strange floor you lay on was made of an uncomfortable metal that dug into you. The scent of damp brass hung heavy in the air, violating your nose. Just where the hell were you?
Attempting to sit up you felt your head press into a wall, not even an inch above where you rose from. Ow, okay perhaps it's just a low ceiling. A very low ceiling. Spreading your arms or legs, or rather attempting to, makes you realize you had no room to work with. No matter how many ways you push and bend your limbs, the walls refuse to budge. Arching your back made your ribs and stomach feel the damp, cool brass above you.
You started to panic in the pitch-black 'room' if you dared to even call it that. You kicked your legs as much as you could and struggled. The walls seemed to get lower and lower. You couldn't even turn your body or move your arms from your sides at some point. The metal walls made your labored and panicked breaths echo in the box you were in. The dark place so quiet you could only hear your own heartbeat and the deep breaths you took.
You couldn't move, you couldn't see. You couldn't even scream without it echoing back at you. The metal scent is all there was. Scent so strong you can practically taste it. The metal wall above your face was mildly damp from your breathing. You can't even see yourself. In that moment you knew you were trapped. You could never get out. You were all alone and stuck in here forever. It was only you and the mildly damp brass holding you down in place.
Tears started to form as you realized your fate of either losing it or starving here in this brass prison. You let out a gut-wrenching scream that cuts off once you open your eyes. You can see. Looking around you realized you were in the rickety old bed at Ramshackle, Grim softly snoring right next to you.
You sat up in a cold sweat and slipped out of bed, making your way to the bathroom. Some cold water will cool you off. 'Child, what are you doing up?' You heard some of the seven speak. 'Oh, poor thing had a nightmare.' 'It's okay we're here.' 'Staying up too late is bad for you, get back to sleep' all their voices melded together to where you can barely tell who was who. One voice stood out amongst them.
'This may have been my fault.' Jafar? You scrubbed your face with cold water and took in a few breaths. 'I think some of my memories may have bled into your dreams, diamond.' "Memories?" You voice a whisper as you ground yourself. It was quiet for a moment? And you can feel Jafar stare solemnly in the distance. 'Of my defeat.'
"When you were sealed away…" your voice trailed off. Jafar, or rather Iago, mentioned that. Sealed way by a Djinn in an oil lamp. Was that it? Jafar, the illusion of him, glanced over at you. Sharing a mind with them was a blessing at times. 'Yes, that was it. That was the damned lamp I was sealed into' you hear him curse about a damned street rat for a moment before sighing.
'I honestly thought I was going to go mad…' You frowned, recalling the feeling. Stuck in the world's smallest prison in the pitch black. Nothing but yourself unable to move an inch. For years. 'I'm sorry you had to see that, but thankfully, that reality is no more now. At least like this, I have a little freedom.' You smile a bit and nod. It never occurred to you just how awful Jafar's fate was. You took in another breath, "I'll free you all one day, I promise." 'That can wait until later, go back to bed.' You couldn't tell who that was actually, Jafar or maybe even Scar, annoyed from being awakened. You chuckle a bit then nodded.
Jafar was no longer suffering. And you promise to find all of your family a happily ever after. One step at a time though, and it was time to go to sleep. At least now the feeling of Jafar brushing your hair out of your face as you drift off puts you at ease.
Mary Elizabeth Hearts (Queen of Hearts)
Alice. Wonderland's resident troublemaker. Always sticking her nose into places it doesn't belong. Disrupting the delicately organized chaos that creates harmony in this world. That damned brat. This is all her fault.
Wonderland is a place of carefully constructed chaos that has its own set of rules. An outlander like her could never understand. What may be seen as mindless violence to one, is a necessary balance to the other. That is what your mother, Mary Elizabeth Hearts has taught you ever since you were a child. Her many wacky and mundane rules held up the very principles that the kingdom depends on. Every single rule has its purpose.
To many outside the kingdom Mary, the Queen of Hearts was a cruel and intimidating figure. To those in the kingdom, however, she was their idol, their upholder of laws. And to you, she was your beloved mother. What people failed to realize is how happy the kingdom was. With every beheading came a celebration and with every day came a new story.
Your mother's rules were poetry, the foundation on which millions of citizens relied on, and you did your damned best to uphold those rules. You were the crown child of the queen. The lord everyone bowed to. The liege everyone sang tales of. The Madame that everyone longed for and adored. The guillotine that enforced your mother's orders, beheading all those who opposed her. The civilians would idolize your blade work, and the servants would immediately get you a new change of dress or suit whenever a drop of blood stained it.
Yet despite this all, people were happy, so why? Why must she have done this? You looked over the dilapidated kingdom. From when Alice fled and brought back an army. Little did she know what "freeing" your people would do. The disrupted balance of the land ruined the lives of millions all because of her– and your mother. How could she?
Donning your mother's tattered dress and crown, you retrieved her royal battleaxe, ready to show the world just who this Madame Guillotine was. Just what His Royal Executioner could do. You would restore your kingdom. Wiping the dirt and tears off your face, you charged into the battlefield. A feeling of a hot iron piercing through you is what startles you awake.
"Little Crown? Rose? Are you alright?!" You felt the Queen shake you as much as she could as a ghost, her voice laced with concern. "Sweetheart, are you alright?" Your eyes shot wide as you looked over at her. Your shock faded as you hugged the ghost in front of you.
"You're here and you're alive… I had a dream where… Alice…" The Queen cringes at the mention of her. "There there, my little crown, I am with you. Alice isn't anywhere near us…" you hear your mother mutter under her breath. You focused on her embrace and gentle touches. You swear to her, what you'll bring her back. You will bring all of them back.
Maleficent
"No! Wait! Stop! Don't hurt her! Please, that's my mother, don't hurt her!" You pleaded, voice hoarse from crying out."Don't do this! Please! She never hurt anyone! Please!" You struggled against the magic chains that the king's soldiers held you in, the reinforced iron jingling as you struggled against it. Tears rolled down your face at the sight of your mother. Bound very much like you. Wings now stumps from the cruel king that stood in front of her.
The large jet-black dragon let out a few pitiful shrieks as the iron chains burned against her skin. The sickening smell of smoke and burnt flesh was nauseating. Your own chains didn't allow you to move at all. It sapped you of all your strength and you struggled to even keep your eyes open, you couldn't even imagine what your mother felt.
The sight of your mother's beautiful wings that she once embraced you with being torn off would forever be burned into your memory. The beating wings flapped and struggled, attempting to reunite and attach to their owner before more guards came and chained them up. The delicate scaley leather burned against the iron chains, filling the air with an awful smoke. "No!" You screamed out. "Mother! Mom!"
You dropped the formalities as you began to sob, locking on to the dragon's sad eyes through her bindings. The king— the bastard that attempted to slay your mother years ago and failed, had returned. After years of slandering her kind and fear-mongering did he raise enough troops to slay her. His hand held a fine iron blade, sharpened to the finest point there is. First, it was her wings. Now it was gonna be her head. And next, it might be you.
"MOM!!" You shrieked out, managing to pick up enough momentum to escape the grip of your captors and run to her. There was no way you would have made it. As quickly as his arm rose, it fell, and you heard the sickening screech of a dying dragon crying out. Her body began to wither and dematerialize as you stayed down on the dirt where you fell earlier. All you could do was watch the light in her eyes fade away. "Mom…"
You nearly woke up with an agonized shriek at the back of your throat. Sitting up quickly and panting, you held your head in your hands. That stupid king. That stupid fucking king. You'll never forgive him. the stories your mother told you of him. Making her fall in love only to burn off her wings. "Child? What are you doing up so late?" You heard her voice and you breathed a sigh of relief.
"I had a dream that that king came back and hurt you again…" Maleficent was quiet as she approached, her clawed hand gently wiping away a tear. "Him…" She look off into the distance and sighed at the memory. "You do not need to worry about him. I could destroy him in an instant and reclaim my wings." The fae spoke in a calm yet gentle matter-of-fact way that stabilized you.
"Plus you have the other six of us here, not counting the familiars at least" Hades spoke in his usual velvety voice. "Familiars?!" Iago screeched, "I'll have you know‐" "Silence." Jafar interrupted. "Now is not the time.
"Moms? Dads? Can you teach me some more fighting techniques tomorrow? I want to get stronger. For all of us." A carefully manicured hand brushed through your hair and you felt a large furry body press against you, either Scar or one of the hyenas. "Oh, you're so cute" "What a sweet child." The sea witch and the hearts queen coo at you. Maleficent sighs at everyone's interruptions. "Of course. We never intended to have your talents go to waste, to begin with." It was much easier to sleep after that.
Queen Grimhilde (Evil Queen)
A queen will never be as powerful as the king. She is simply there to look pretty and proper. Eye candy for the men at meetings. A pretty woman can't also be intelligent either. You are either pretty and dumb or smart but ugly. If she were both, she'd simply be too powerful and intimidating for men.
Grimhilde saw it all. If you show your personality, you will be attacked for your looks. If you look pretty, they attack your personality. Vanity is insanity unless it pleases the people around you. It's the very first thing you learn as a young girl.
Fine then. She will play the part of the dumb obedient Queen for now. No one saw the death of her husband coming. The king poisoned and fed to the panthers. No one suspected it was her, or what came next. One of the kingdom's finest rulers that held the world in a heavy hand, with you at her side.
It's funny. You remembered when you first met her. She never wanted children and was upfront with how much she disliked being stuck with you. Now here she was, appointing you as her second in command and her future successor. Strict, yet caring, she teaches you everything she knows and then some.
Daily sword fights, magic practice, potion-making, and even politics. You always looked your best. Everything should have been perfect. So why? Why did it end up like this?
'Remember young seedling, no matter how brilliant your ideas are, there are those who won't listen. To some, your appearance is everything to them.' You remember that conversation. How solemn she was. How much she was held back and harassed into always looking perfect, to be the fairest of them all, because that was the only one her kingdom would listen to. After all, surely everyone would listen to the fairest of them all?
Snow White should have been your sister. Now she is nothing more than a crack that tears you apart. Everyone in the kingdom adores her so much. You were happy for her at first. But now, the Queen is no longer the fairest of them all, and thus she is to be ignored and overthrown. The new prettiest girl ever will be the one to rule based on appearance alone.
She had no talents or experience in ruling. Hell, you wouldn't even mind if she ruled instead of you in the future, you could have guided her as any other sibling would do. It doesn't sit right with you. People are rioting in the street for the new queen, and the princess does nothing to stop it. She's naive and ignorant of everything around her. Now here was mother being locked up, her appearance now is the form of a hag as her punishment for no longer being the fairest of them all.
Why? Your mother was beautiful the way she was. She was intelligent and an idealist. She led the kingdom into a golden age and overthrew the old corrupt king. Shouldn't that count for something? Why is it that appearance only matters? Why? Why Why Why Why Why?
You wake up a bit frustrated. The dream played in your head as you remembered what your mother told you of her palace life. To always look perfect. To have your value placed on nothing but looks. And now, she is known as the Evil Queen for wanting to be more than just a pretty face.
"Momma Grimhilde…? Are you up…?" "What are you doing up? Vessel, you know that staying up is bad for you by now!" You huffed a bit and nodded in agreement. "Sorry I had a bit of a strange dream… it was about you…"
The Queen was quiet, you swear you can feel the queen strutting in front of you in thought at your words. "Of the kingdom, you told me about. They were so unfair and-" "Hush now Vessel, I know very well how annoying it is... However! I cannot return and exact my revenge if you're too tired to train in the morning, can I?" Her voice had a hint of smugness within it, an oddly comforting tone to you.
"Go back to sleep dear, I'll be right beside you." The Queen started to hum a familiar tune. One that she would hum to you in your early childhood. Your mother was far from evil.
Scar (Starkid)
"The pride has never seen a more progressive king than me. Both lion and hyena live in perfect harmony. I brought an end to what has been a senseless age-old feud. I was prepared for everything except for what ensued. My brother ate my cubs- my precious cubs and stole my throne. Returned to segregation and the hateful ways we've known. Though I'd advocate for unity I always was denounced. So when I saw the opportunity to right the wrong? I pounced."
A song sung to you at your first meeting with Scar. The shadowy figure looming over you before returning into a puddle of blot, hiding in the darkness. A hero, whose acts were washed away by time. You remember the hyenas and Scar always bantering when you first met. Despite all the times they got on each other's, they never once made it about their races.
It was inspiring to see someone believe so heavily in their ideals that they are willing to be punished for it. He would take any measure necessary to ensure them as well, even scheming. You hated that his pride saw him as a traitor for his interactions with the hyenas. The way he met his end annoyed you even more.
The two fought over the overhang cliffs of rock you lay flat on. Your body, beaten and bruised from the ensuing fight. Limbs shaking; you manage to push yourself up against the hot rock below you. Your legs wobble as you stand up, watching the battle in front of you. Scar and Simba, fighting brutally claws, fangs and roars exchanged.
Scar was older, no longer in his prime, yet he still fought hard. There should be no way Simba wins. There shouldn't have been. Lightning struck the edge of the rock Scar was on, making him tumble into the fire below. A painful roar sounded out from below, and you felt sick. The sound woke you up, making you pant for a moment.
You sat up, body sweating, and sat on the side of the bed. You hear a familiar displeased groan come from behind you as the bed shifts under the lion's weight. "Tch, you woke me up from my nap, Cub." Scar grumbles, but it lacks the edge he usually has. Glancing over at him with his tail batting irritably, you knew something wrong. You knew he wouldn't want to talk about it.
"I had a nightmare. I saw you fall into the fire…" Scar tensed at that and looked at you. "So that visier was right." "Huh?" "We've been together so long that some of my memories have bled into your dreams. What you saw is what happened…" the lion growled a bit towards the end. Annoyed with the idea of anyone poking into his memories.
"... I'm sorry." Scar huffed and stretched his back. "I still won in the end. Hyenas and lions live together. Oh, how I would love to see the faces of the pride right now…" Scar trailed off, though you can tell he was still a bit annoyed. Scar curled up and you used his body as a pillow, the same way you did back then as a kid.
"I guess it means I'm gonna have to find a way to bring you back faster. That way you can really get the last laugh." Scar let out an amused chuff. "That you do."
Ursula (Starkid)
"My brother held the antiquated notion that women should be seen and never heard. So he dethroned me then disowned me, and on top of that, rezoned me, to the outskirts of the kingdom in a cave. Took my scepter and my crown, though I tried to take him down, the truth and I now share a watery grave. The story lingers on, but the version that is drawn is twisted…"
You've started getting nightmares. Shared memories of the seven that live in your head manifesting within your dreams and haunting you. Ursula would often console your "poor soul" after experiencing it. She shared stories of the ocean and reminded you of all the fond memories you had under there as a kid. When she'd cast a spell on you and let you sink to the bottom to play with all the fish.
When you woke up in the ocean, you thought you were living out a happy memory. One where you would ride on Flotsam's and Jetsam's backs as you explored your new underwater playground. That was until you saw magic bolts fly into the water around you.
Ursula along with the eels engaged in some sort of battle. The eels slithered around the enemy mer, hoping to throw her off, however, a bolt of magic ricocheted off of her and onto the eels. Flotsam and Jetsam let out a final hiss as they disintegrated, burning away to ash. "MY BABIES!" Ursula shrieks. Raw anger flashes in her face in a way you've never seen before.
Her form stretches out, swallowing everything around her, yet it wasn't enough. A trident pierces through her body, leaving a hollow hole. Ursula lets out a choked gasp as she falls, succumbing to the tides. Dead. This was how she passed. You remember her telling you of the girl who dared to hurt her eels and how she swore vengeance upon her.
Waking up you don't feel as panicked, remembering what Jafar said. It was a bad memory that surfaced in your dream. But why were you crying? Was it perhaps the thought of watching three of your family members die in front of you? Tears roll down your face and you feel a large hand wipe them away. "What Is wrong, my little guppy?" Ursula purrs. Her voice immediately relaxes you. "Ah, a nightmare is it? I got just the thing!" She chuckles, usually you wer eused to her disregarding you, but as time went on she started to consider you one of her own. You feel a familiar pair of slimy eels wrap around you.
"I had a dream of that story you told me… where you fell." You paused, holding onto the eels tightly. "I was scared. I thought… the thought of you guys dying…" you trailed off and Ursula turns to look at you over her shoulder, small vial in hand.
"Hmph, that little mermaid. I will never forgive her for what she did to me and my babies! I won't go down that easily anytime soon..." Ursula frowned before turning around to face you. The eels snicker slightly. "Aww, you really do love us!" Jetsam starts. "How cute." Flotsam replies. Ursula chuckles and hands you the vial.
"Here you go. Drink up now. This potion will put you back to sleep and give you a much sweeter dream, little guppy." Her smooth hands glide over you once again as you press your head into her chest. "I'll be right here with you…"
Hades
The fun yet inappropriate uncle dad. He has always been there to tease and make fun of you, much like Ursula. Yet you loved him all the same
He admitted to enjoying your time stuck together quicker than the others, stating that this adventure was much more entertaining and fun than being stuck at his regular job which he complained much about. Ruler of the underworld and the dead was gloomy, boring. He was stuck all alone with nothing. No entertainment, no lights, no music. Just the screams of the damned swirling in that pit.
A pit he got stuck in. A pit he despised. One where he was stuck for eons, suffering, just to somehow get connected to you as a ghost. How odd...
Yet here he was in a dream, reliving the same painful memory he experienced all those years ago. Fighting the son of his enemy. Hercules. Just like the gods to send down a child to do their work for him. He knows well what his brothers think of him…
It was a good fight, great even. He was strong. Magic, fire, smoke, and total control over the domain. He has the upper hand. Yet why did it come crashing down? Why is it that anything he does isn't enough?
After all these years of planning. Years of scheming. Just for this. Failure. All he wanted was to be in Olympus with his family. To be included. Invited. And now some boy gets to ruin that just because he's his brother's son.
He hated it. As he fell into the River Styx, you dived after him. Hades called out for you to stop, you don't want to– ah shit. You stopped breathing for a moment. The sensation of some sort of limbo. The feeling of your bones rotting within you and your soul withering away. You were drowning. You struggled and cried out to reach Hades, your father, from in front of you. Yet to no avail.
Waking up you took in a breath. You were alive. You can breathe. Your skin is on the bone. You were safe. The blue glow of Hades fire was right there, alive and well. He looked like he just woke up too. "Tch, whatcha doing away kiddo? It's late you know? Oh are we breaking rules, I love breaking rules yknow?" You chuckled, knowing your other dads and mom wouldn't like you up so late.
It was hard to feel scared with Hades. "Just some dumb dreams." "Oh yeah, kid?" Hades turned to you and leaned in. "Tell me about it." His voice seemed softer than usual.
"We were in the underworld and I had to watch you fight Hades." "Oh! Did I kick his ass?!" Hades asked, childishly excited, the smirk on his face drops when he sees your frown. "C'mon kid, don't tell meI lost!" You frowned. "I had a dream where you got hurt. And I was scared. I didn't know what to do without you."
Hades seems to shut up slightly at that. His teasing nature put on hold as he saw tears fall from your eyes. "Hey hey hey! Come on kid don't cry right now! I'm right here with ya! I'm not going anywhere!"
You would take full advantage of his softness right now, knowing damn well he was gonna tease you to death later.
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Our Future // The Proposal // Shuri
Summary: Shuri has important plans for her and the reader to enjoy a day off. But a change of plans occur when M'Baku brings his 3 girls for them to babysit.
Pairing: Shuri x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Fluff // Cute shit // A little smut // M'Baku being M'Baku // SingleDad!M'Baku
Word Count: 2.2k
Your eyes fluttered open as you heard Shuri call for you from the door. Sitting up you let the covers fall from your chest and she couldn't help the smile that appeared on her lips. The sun made you look angelic with your curls on top of your head and your body bare. "What's the occasion?" You questioned as she sat the tray next to you.
"We have a date today. There's somewhere I would like to take you to the garden tonight. It's been awhile since you've seen how much it has grown." She said and you nodded before digging into the delicious breakfast prepared for you. Once you were done she grabbed the tray before crawling up to you without saying a word. Her eyes held so much love and lust, you felt the sheets under you start to get wet from your pulsating core.
You watched her intensively as her eyes flickered to your lips as you bit them waiting for her next move. She pulled you into a sinful kiss as she sucked on your tongue letting you run your hands through her hair. She let you fall back onto the pillows while leaving a trail of kisses down your stomach. She wasted no time pulling the duvet off of you, exposing your core to the cold air. Your nipples perked up as her hand pulled and tugged on your breasts before wrapping around your thighs. She kissed your inner thigh on each side before placing a single kiss on your clit. Your eyes fluttered closed and Shuri pulled away. "Eyes on me love." Your eyes found her own half lidded stare as her tongue licked at your clit. All you could muster up was a moan as she slipped two fingers into your folds. Hitting a sensitive spot inside you while she scissored her fingers in and out of you. You grabbed a handful of her hair as her thumb rubbed circles over your throbbing clit. "You taste so good sthandwa. If we didn't have plans I could eat for hours." Her words had an obvious effect on you as you moved your hips to match her pace. Fucking her face as you chased your release.
"Fuck. Baby don't stop. Don't-" You were at a loss for words as she crooked her fingers to the soft spot she knew all too well. You leaned up tensing up as you came on her face. Clamping down on her fingers while her thumb rubbed your clit relentlessly felt like you were above cloud nine. She licked up every drop of your cum and coaxed you through your orgasm, letting you ride it out.
"There it is. So good for me." She cooed as she left soft kisses along your skin before moving to find your lips. She smiled into the kiss and you sat up to lean into her. She helped you up before leading you to the bathroom. "We'll get you cleaned up usana. Then we can start our wonderful day."
After your shower together, Shuri spends the entire day spoiling you. She took you shopping and you two sat down for lunch. Filling her in on the village gossip and all that while she informed you of all her upcoming projects. Everything was so perfect. She suggested you head back to the palace to rest your feet awhile before getting ready for tonight. She had one more place to take you and that was a restaurant along the beach.
You sat on the couch in the suite you shared with the princess in the palace as she finished up her shower after the two of you spent the day together. Your hair was wrapped in a towel as you sat with your tablet in your hands. Looking through the menu of this restaurant she spoke of. They seemed to have a good selection of food and desserts to choose from. You heard her enter the room and looked up to meet her gaze. She had some biker shorts on with a sports bra that revealed just the right amount of skin. But anything she wears is sexy to you.
"We have a good two hours before we have to leave. Why don't you let me shower you in affection." She grinned as she held your chin in her hand. You stared up at her before your lips took hers in a hungry kiss. Her hands went to your waist as you laid back on the couch. Her body hovered over you and you spread your legs as a silent invitation for her to continue. She dove to your neck and left a trail of kisses and bites along your skin. Before you could get her where you needed her the most, her AI spoke out.
"Princess. It appears that M'Baku of the Jabari tribe is here and would like to speak with you."
"He can wait."
"It's okay love. It may be something important. Later when I have you to myself no one will be distracting us." You told her with a sweet kiss. She pouted as she got off of you before slipping a simple black dress over her body. She walked out the room as you took your hair out of the towel and started to style it. Just as you finished the door opened once more and Shuri stood against the frame.
"We have guests." She smiled before three young girls ran past her to reach you. "Y/N!!" They yelled out as they swarmed you with hugs and greetings.
"M'Baku asked if we could watch them while he's at his meetings."
"Hello. Oh my goodness you're all getting so big!" You stated as you hugged the three girls tight. You remember when M'Baku brought the oldest, M'Juba, to meet you and the princess a couple of weeks after she was born. He did the same with the twins, Asha and Amdeh, after their mother died in childbirth. It was one of the few times that he was vulnerable with you and Shuri. He was crushed when the mother of his girls passed on. He wasn't quite sure how to be a father. Let alone a single one. He sat you down one day asking if you two could be there as role models for the girls as well as their godparents. You had never seen him shed a single tear until that day. Since then you and Shuri had made sure those girls were loved and cared for when he needed to be away on leadership duties.
"Baba says we have to if one of us is going to rule Jabari in the future." M'Juba grinned and you gave a small nod while Asha climbed in your lap.
"How old are you girls now? You're growing up on us." You laughed and Asha got comfortable before holding up seven fingers. "The twins are seven! Bast that's amazing. M'Juba your going on 10 now. Give a couple months?"
"Mhmm! I'm gonna be old enough to battle Baba for the Jabari throne. Then I'll be the one calling the shots. He's getting a bit old anyway." She snickered and you gasped playfully as Shuri watched from the doorway.
"Dinner in the palace then?" You asked and her shoulders shook as she laughed.
"Seems like it. I'll go get it started."
"Oh no. You and I both know you can't cook to save your life. I'm coming down." You stopped her and she feigned hurt as her hand clutched her necklace. "You girls want to help?" They shouted in unison and followed you to the kitchen. "So what's your big headed father been up to? Aside from dropping his kids off at the palace."
"Baba only complains when things don't go his way. Asha gives him a run for his money. They are always arguing." M'Juba grinned as you picked up Amdeh to sit her on the counter. You let the girls decide on a snack as you begin dinner for you and Shuri. They agreed on cookies and sat in the dining room while you cooked. Shuri couldn't help but smile at how you interacted with the girls. It had her thinking how it would be with children of your own. That'll be something she does her research on in her spare time. She walked into the kitchen to see your back to her and her heart fluttered. "The girls wanted to watch a movie. Figured I'd put something on the hologram for them to watch while we finish dinner." Shuri wrapped her arms around your waist and smiled as you leaned into her embrace. Your thumb rubbed against the tattoo painted on her hand as you sat in a comfortable silence. She left a trail of kisses down your neck and you let out a short giggle. "They also want to play hide and seek with the panther." She grinned, sliding away from you to give space for you to finish turning everything off. You served dinner for everyone before excusing yourself to the bathroom. Shuri watched after you making sure you were gone before leaning over to the girls. "I need your help to do something for Y/N? You girls want in?"
"Is our father full of himself? Of course we are!!" M'Juba grinned and Shuri huddled them all together. When you came back the table was clean and everyone was gone. Only a note left in the space reading "Ready or not here I come." You smiled as Shuri and the girls wanted you to partake in the game so you tiptoed up the stairs, headed to the lab. Surprisingly Amdeh was already there under a table.
"Amdeh. She'll see you there." You whispered and she ran out to grab your hand. You could hear Shuri laugh as she chased after Asha. They were close. "I know a place come on before Shuri finds us." The child dragged you to the herb garden and for a second your forgot about the game as the herbs glowed a beautiful shade of purple. A light tug on your arm pulled you from your trance and you followed the girl behind one if the bushes. "We have to stay quiet." M'Juba jumped out of her hiding space with a light frown. "Hey this was my spot." You ushered her over and she joined you behind your bush. Not long after Shuri walked in with her hands on her hips, Asha slowly tailing behind.
"Do you think they're in here Asha?" She questioned and the younger girl nodded. They split up to search and M'Juba looked up at you. "I'll lead them away." Before you could object both her and her sister ran from you and towards the back of the garden. Asha took off after them and you couldn't help but shake your head as hushed laughter left you.
"Found you." A voice said before Shuri grabbed your waist, lifting you from your crouched position. A squeal left your lips when she spun you around and set you down on your feet. "Now for my prize." She leaned down to kiss you. You smiled into the kiss as the girls ran up with wide grins. "What do you three think I should win?"
"A wife!" They cheered and you looked at Shuri in time to see her kneel down in front of you. "I think so too." She grabbed your hand before slipping a vibranium diamond ring on your finger and you felt like you were floating. "I love you sthandwa. More than anything. You were my first best friend. My first real love. Now I wish you to be my first and only wife. If you allow me, I want you to be the one I wake up to every morning for the rest of my life. To love you. To hold you. You're the other half I didn't think I wanted but I needed. Will you?" You didn't answer as you pulled her to her feet before your lips found hers in an instant. Your lips molded together and her hands found your waist when you wrapped your arms around her shoulders. "Marry me." She said against your lips. "Say yes."
"Yes." You sighed before she captured your lips again. The three girls hugged your legs and you laughed against Shuri.
"Panther. M'Baku of the Jabari tribe has arrived." Griot announced and you all left the garden to meet him.
"Girls! I have arrived, it is time to go home."
"Noooooo!" The girls whined leaving M'Baku taken aback as you covered your mouth to hide your laughter. “We want to stay with Shuri and Y/N. It's more fun here anyways.”
“Excuse you, Jabari land is fun!”
“Yeah for boring people who attend meetings all day and sit on a stump of a throne.”
“That throne is important to our tribe.” He pointed a finger at M’Juba who in turn rolled her eyes. “Yes we know. You sit there all day.”
“Listen here-” The girls cut him off, making the sound of the jabari so he couldn't get a word in. His eyes then found you and Shuri before he crossed his arms. “What have you done to my girls.”
“That’s just it, M’Baku. They're your girls. Attitude and all.” She laughed.
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Hey I'd love to request a knight!Lawx princess!Female!Reader if you're comfortable writing that? Your work is so amazing 😍
And NSFW if you're ok with that too!
Pairing: Knight Law x Princess fem!reader | Word count: 8.5k | Warnings: violence/gore, angst, smut in the end - praise kinkish
Synopsis:
As princess of the Red line kingdoms, life is peaceful. So you thought.
Neighboring empires are in desperation, threatend to be overtaken by an infamous family - the Donquixote.
After the king of Flevance passed, the successor, Trafalgar Law, asks the ruler of the gate keep kingdoms for support, your father.
There is no way you can trust this man, can you?
A/N: MEDIEVAL AU! - I'm glad you like my works! I must apologize for the long wait, I got too invested in this. (I was close in making a multi chapter out of this one) Hope you like my little epiphany I had here, dear Wolfe! Big thanks for the request
(Before I forget, I'm german and I was CRAVING to write Law with snippets of his apparent native tongue - because medieval screams germanic)
Dividers by cafekitsune ~
The ambience is omnious . .
Each step taken reverberates through the imperial walls of the castle, your home. The air is filled with the scent of candles, oak wood and old leather bound books, herbs and lavish silken fabrics. Ornamented in bronze and golden flowering, pillars reach up high, standing tall in the castle's halls. Every now and then, the sunlight gets caught in the shimmering metal, reflecting directly towards you, blinding and restricting your vision to the slightest.
Down the corridor, leading to the throne hall, you hear a man announcing the arrival of a person unbeknownst to you. "My king, Lord Trafalgar, the knight of heart seeks your presence!", the voice raspy and old, calls out to your father, Eric VanDoth the third, ruler of the Red line empires, who gleefully receives the arriving: "Ah, Trafalgar old friend! I am glad to see your safe return. How are matters in the north?"
Leaning against the massive door, opened to free the way to the throne, you listen to the familiar tone, chills running down your spine - how you despise him. "Your highness, I am inconsolable, the north is at it's worst state - I wasn't able to fullfil your bidding, for that I must humbly apologize."
The north - a place as cold as it's former king, so you were told. It was supposed to be ruled by this very man, kneeling before your father, lowering his head in reverance. Trafalgar Law, rightful heir of the now shattered kingdom of Flevance. To this day, he is nothing more than a wandering knight, known for his cunning and controlled fighting strategies.
"Tis a shame indeed. Do not fret, I am fully aware of your homeland's situation, so please, quiet down your concerns. Were your followers successful to cognise the countries suffering?", the king straightens, lifting himself off the throne and approaches Law, him still remained on one knee.
Nodding his head, he confirms and raises from the ground, properly facing his highness. "My scouts managed to discern my land's circumstances. It is a matter of a forced overtake from my father's bloodline.", he explains, low and audibly torn.
"My Lady?", a feeble voice tears you out of focus, an indication for you to stop your eavesdropping immedatiely. In a quick spin you turn around and your gaze falls upon a young woman, it is your chamber maid, bowing courteously. "Apologies my Lady, I do not mean to pry, but isn't it unheard of listening to the unknowing people's conversations?" - "Valeria, you scared me. But yes, it isn't exactly a very profound manner. I'll see to my father and the knight this instant."
Before you make your way to the halls, you glance over your shoulder with a soft smile: "Oh please, would you be so kind and prepare my outdoor garments and parasol? It is a beautiful day outside." Your chamber maid bows once more, her head low in respect: "Of course, Princess." - "Thank you, Valeria."
Thus you tread nearer to the two men speaking of reports and strategies to win over the north - it is then where you take a closer look at Trafalgar, the wandering knight. His armor is made out of white cold steel, the flourish ornaments on his chestplate formed into a curling heart, beginning from his sternum. The cloak swaying from his shoulders is as pitch black as his hair, white spots spread over the dark fabric here and there.
Hanging on his back appears to be the cloak's hood, it's rim sewed with fur of a white animal to protect from the cold at northern plains. To your notice, now that Law's gauntlets are off, you see letters punctured into his knuckles - saying: DEATH.
It leaves you appalled, come to think this is a highly regarded knight and the king's ambassador. Not to mention his sinister glare, freezing your blood. His face enframed by raven sideburns and a chin beard, only enhancing those storm grey eyes to your horrification. And the skin, as expected from a northerner - as pale as snow.
It is only a matter of time, until your father might consider to grade this shadow of a man as Commander of his garrison. How terrific . . purely to your misery, you already know it is bound to happen.
"What about the barriers, are there enough- ah my dearest (Y/n), Lord Trafalgar and I were merely discussing the current state of afairs in the Flevance kingdom.", the king greets you with open arms, as soon as he comes to realise your approach. All the same goes for Law, his demeanor stiff and haughty, yet still respectful.
"So I heard. Lord Trafalgar?", you give a deft curtsy to the knight, who turns to you and bows in return, greeting with a low 'your grace'. Mid movement, Law lifts his head, his stare meeting your deep e/c eyes, eliciting a skip of your heart in response. Absurd, you detest this man, so much so your skin bares in gooseflesh. Something about him tells you - he has seen and done things. Not to your kingdom's benevolence.
Your father continues: "Be that as it may, you are welcome to stay, friend. And I dearly hope you to consider my offer."
Offer? Did you overhear that part of their conversation, while talking to Valeria. Keeping your composure, standing straight, though the corsette wouldn't allow otherwise, you supress the urge to shoot a glare towards your dear father.
"You shall hear my answer the coming day, your highness.", Law reassures, saluting to the king as gesture of declaration. So the king brings his servant over to lead the knight to his chamber. "Silas will show you the way. You are free to join us at tonight's dinner, I'll look foward to more detailed matters of plans."
The tall man follows the compared to him dwarvish seeming servant, waving his thanks. To the rhythm of his metallic sabatons, the chainmail clinks against his armor with each and every step, letting your neck hair stand on end. The black cloak on his back sways from left to right from his fast paced walk.
As he vanishes, this is where your utmost worries unfold: "Father, I don't trust this man! He is dreary and cold, there is that sinister feeling about him." - "My sweet, calm down. I am aware you aren't fond of him, but he is in need of our assistance. I cannot decline an old friend's legacy. Please have faith, (Y/n)."
Exhaling deeply, you losen up and place your palm onto your father's shoulder, accepting his decision. "I truly hope you are right . . I will see you tonight." - "Yes dear.", and with those words you go ready yourself for a stroll in the castle gardens.
-_
Roses, tulips, violets . .
. . all flowers pool over the royal backyard like an ocean of colours and shapes. In midst stands a enormous fountain, adorned with a sculpture of your country's symbol, the bronze dove.
The sun's radiance warms you from within.
Sitting on an stone bench, adjoining the gravel path leading back to the castle, you flip through the pages of an newly received novel, reading "Deceitful Silhouettes".
It's prologue roils up emotions inside you, the letters weaving you in and reaching for your now alarmed instincts regarding the knight of the north.
Speaking of the devil. In the distance, Law saunters through the garden, his gaze hovering over the red and violet sea of flowers. He is headed your direction. Nervous, you stick your nose deep into the pages, not keen on meeting the king's ambassador one on one.
Although the golden orb in the sky grants you the needed warmth, the freezing cold coming from this human being deflects it without effort, to say the least.
"Your grace, still spell bound by mere black on white as always I see.", it's too late, he calls out to you, defining your weakness for literature. Peeking over the bound papers, you scoff: "I see you didn't change from the last time we met, Lord Trafalgar."
Quick to retort your remark, the tall man huffs a short 'perhaps', pulling aside the cloak to seat beside you. The last sun rays cast upon his armor, making you whince subtly from the light's sting. "I believe things haven't changed between you and me, Princess." - "How troublesome, there I thougth there was hope for the both of us.", your sarcasm throws a shadow of contrast against Law's more serious statement.
The knight's eyes land on your book's label, deciphering the name and persuming it's content. A smirk grows over his lips and he comments nonchalantly: "If you are in attempt to school yourself in deceitful doings, I suggest you to undertake the trainings somewhere your victim cannot see what you are up to."
An eery aura looms over you, staring down the man on the neighboring seat. He lifts his hands in defense: "Oh, with all due respect, your highness." - "Save your courtesy for tonight's dinner, knight of heart."
How much you despise his sarcastic mannerism, not that you are any better, yet it won't get over your head, that it actually enlightens you, a rather exciting banter given the fact how eyes mirror the truth. Nonetheless, you decide to set aside the undesirable, he is not to be trusted.
About to make your way back to the castle, you close the book with a loud snap and open the parasol, leaned against the stone bench. "I hopefully won't see you tonight, my Lord." - "You might.", as you click your tongue, you turn on your heels and carefully tread the path.
However, you hear a mused voice chuckle behind you: "I am looking foward to further intriguing discussions with you, your grace."
The gravel underneath your feet cracks and pops by the impact of your soles, quickening your step, the sound grows louder.
This man . .
Law shakes his head in disbelief, internally smiling to himself. Just when he was to get off the bench, a shadow scurrying along the forest's edge catches his attention. Squinting his dark circles enframed eyes, the feeling of unease makes a vacant appearance.
"Wie beunruhigend . .", he mutters in his native language, rubbing his neck before sighing in discontent.
(Translation: "How concerning . .")
-_
Safran pastry, wine, dried vegetables and fruit, ham and rosemary potatoes . .
. . fill the table, plates assorted over every empty surface. The loud snaps coming from the fireplace echo in the dining room.
"You are the first to arrive my Lady, shall I bring anything to drink?", Valeria leads you towards the bountiful table. Thanking your chamber maid, you ask for a goblet of wine in hopes to shorten the wait for the other's arrival.
Taking a seat by side the chimney, you watch as the flames dance and flicker, hypnotizing you to a certain extent. The smell of the delicacies lets your insides growl in hunger, impatience growing stronger each second.
Valeria returns with your beverage, a smile tugging on her lips as she hands it over to you. One sip of the red liquid is enough to make your head spin, given by an empty stomach.
Behind the closed door, you hear a well-known voice laughing and discussing vividly. "I'm sure she'll be delighted to hear- oh you're already here love!", who would have thought it to be your father, entering with none other than Trafalgar?
Didn't you politely wish for him not to attend earlier this afternoon? Must be something about his hearing. Your pout enhances your sour mood, leaving Valeria amused - smirking to the display of you practically burning holes into the king's ambassador.
"My Lady, he is quite the looker no? I heard he's much so adored amongst women.", she snickers, leaning towards you. It is only until now, that you notice Law wearing a black vest, buttons undone far too low for your taste. Is that the same symbol like the one on his armor's chest plate, tattooed on his torso?
The lines embellish his porcelain like skin, enhancing the muscles. Every breath shows over his heaving rib cage. Heat shoots up your face. You're not certain wether to blame it on your rage or . . abashment from your insolent staring.
Steel eyes catch your slip, lids falling and forming into an intrigued glint, with a hint of curiosity. Law's blown pupils avert back to the conversation he's holding with your father.
Audibley gulping, you curse inwardly for letting your guard down this way, asking Valeria for more wine to deter the matter. Your chamber maid titters.
The food is as delicious as ever. "My compliments to the chef. This is Alfred's work I assume?" - "Yes, your highness.", the king praises the culinary experience, fowarding them to Valeria, who bows deftly and begins to bring the amassing empty plates back to the kitchen.
As if prey to the predator, you avoid Trafalgar's cold glare, him fleetingly observing you by noticing your each and every move.
"(Y/n), I would like to announce rather good news!", is what you hear, coming from the other end of the table. A proud grin plasters over your father's mouth and he continues: "Lord Trafalgar will be your guard for the time being." Did your hearing just falter?
Back and forth, switching between your father and Law you gape at them in disbelief. Without a word, you sip on your golden goblet and set it onto the table - provocatively slow. "Father, I cannot accept this.", you hiss and straighten yourself, about to leave the room.
Out of patience already, the king uses his privilege of hierarchy: "This wasn't a question young lady! It is final, he will be your guard!"
Close to throwing a tantrum, you control your burst of emotion - deep breaths holding in the bitter words lingering on your tongue.
Diffusing the tension, the knight gets off his seat and approaches you, dispersing the undeclared: "Your grace, it is only for the time I stay at your castle. It won't be for long, I can assure you."
The way he stands infront of you, his head held in veneration, which you doubt is in honesty, he places his palm against his heart. Loud enough only for your ears to hear, he hushes: "I'd be honoured, if I gained a mere speck of your trust, Princess."
Discomfort is vacant on your demeanor, fidgeting and twirling your fingers - it is then, where you come to realise that Valeria was right, he is a looker. In addition, his voice brings your body to unknown territory, feeling weak to the knees out of the blue.
No! Stay strong (Y/n). He is not to be trusted. He is not to be-
"Ich stehe Euch zu Diensten, euer Hoheit.", Law hums in his native tongue, his hand asking for yours in order to demonstrate his respect - his seriousness in all this. This truly isn’t not a joke, is it?
(Translation: "I am at your service, your Highness.")
Gently, you put your trust in him, though with abiding doubts, however the lips that enticingly sought your acceptance, press onto the silken skin on the back of your hand. At that, it lasts far too long to your liking.
The gooseflesh that usually forms out of pure horrification, now bears a completely different meaning - you are flustered, roused even. "Th-That's enough Lord Trafalgar! Quit making an utter fool of yourself, I accept . ."
-_
People gather and follow the brightly lit lanters, leading to your kingsdom‘s capital. The air stings your skin - winter's first greeting this year.
Horses pull wagons, filled with wares and goods to be sold on the market, their hooves clopping over the cobble stone streets.
Passers by look at you in curiosity, for you pulled the rim of your hood a tad bit too further down your face. Annoyance growls your way, as Trafalgar mutters: "Are you trying to torture me? It's the fourth time this week we tread among civilians."
"Why isn't that tedious? I thought you are at my service, my Lord.", is what chuckles out of you, fidgeting at your cloak. Law only clicks his tongue to your insolent and conceited behaviour, these walks to the capital not exactly being in his book.
The high pitch and grating squeals from a group of women rips the both of you out the conversation, or instead distasteful chaff. You turn to see the source of commotion and notice a green haired man seated on his charger, leading a patrol team.
Three fully grown stallions take a halt beside you two and the leader addresses you: "Up and about to visit the markets, my Lady?" - "Commander Roronoa! What a pleasant surprise! Indeed, I am headed to see the jewelery and pottery stands. And I assume you are here to keep everything under control?"
Nervous, you shuffle in place, feeling lightheaded and your heart picks up the pace by the sight of your royal guards' high chief. The red tint on your cheeks begins to glow and you give your brightest of smiles.
The king's ambassador isn't a fool, fully comprehending that you are fond of this man. Law watches you closely, realising how your demeanor changed in a sheer instant - leaving him to question 'why you nuture such hatred towards him?'
Trafalgar's attention averts to the green haired smirking bastard. His armor is shimmering onyx, adorned with a dark red cloak falling from his shoulders. Counting three golden earrings on his left ear, in addition, Law is taken aback by the long grazing scar eternalised onto Roronoa's left eye.
You practically swoon for this simple Commander. How ridiculous, the raven next to you thinks to himself. Nonetheless, why do you seem so . . approachable, loving? It goes beyond your temporary body guard's comprehesion.
Now confirming your assumption, Roronoa nods and grins over both ears. His horse's impatience shows by it's uneasy scuffs of it's hoove against the ground. Reins are getting pulled to calm the stallion, all while in the process of giving Law a long lasting stare, the Commander scoffs: "The scary dog privilege should keep you safe. Be seeing you, Princess."
"I beg your pardon?", the knight of heart tears open his eyes, shook about the term that lowly 'Soldier' Roronoa spat at him a moment ago. Yet, the occassion to counter his insolence passed it's point, as the patrolling group rides ahead to the capital.
You beckon: "Come along now, my Lord. It isn't far now." Walking the path, heavy footsteps catch up to you and the raspy voice of the man you oh so curse gives you more reason to incite. "Interesting, your highness is about to drop the hankerchief for a mere royal guard.", Law muses, not a care in the world of exposing you.
"Oh hush, this is none of your business, mere ambassador.", is what you pout, lifting your nose in arrogance. There is a feeling of success, subconsciously aware that you are victorious in this game of childish ribbing.
Admittedly, this sinister man has grown on you, given the fact he ended up as your personal guard about two months ago. Still, never would you concede to those hidden innuendos in his steel glare, looking at you in ways you wish to misinterpret from the beginning.
There is that certain . . spark.
Your body guard isn't keen on being called a 'mere ambassador'. Why, you do seem to know your way in hierarchy, (Y/n). Ignoring your insult, Trafalgar escorts you further to the village, only minutes away on foot.
-_
Merchants call out to the potential customers, roaming across the market's streets.
The smell of freshly baked bread, mead, smoked ham and all kinds of herbs fills your nostrils as you pass stalls.
Sauntering, you take in the ambience, inhaling the scents and enjoying the peace and calm the time brings.
Occupied with the opposite concept, Law worriedly lets his gaze hover over the crowd, not wholly indulging in the cheerful of this event. "My lord, you appear distant. Something the matter?" - "Just vigilant. The situation isn't as tranquil as it looks.", his concern is contagious, your question bounces off a wall of stubborn and discipline.
Suddenly, a piece of turkish delight restricts Trafalgar's vision, for you hold it up right infront of his face: "Calm your senses and taste this! I am sure you simply are too overattentive."
Eyebrows furrow, skeptical about your offer, the knight declines. "I can turn this into an order very quickly, if you won't abide.", using your hierarchy card against him, there is no use in refusing you.
The powdered sugar gathers around his chapped lips, spreading over his black chin beard. If you wouldn't know it any better, this display of your guard chewing on the sugary delight is more than appeasing to you.
There he stands. A fully armored knight, carrying around a long sword on his shoulders. A man so intimidating, people genuinley think of him to be an evil creature, the princess's scary guard dog.
The so called scary guard dog apparently is tamed by your unexpected gesture, suckling on the honey and wiping away the sugar from his chin. "This isn't very lady like to feed someone lower than you, your grace.", he utters, but his comment falls on deaf ears. So you retort: "It isn't very guard like either, to eat out of the princess's hands."
Logic is non existent in that case. Rolling his eyes, Law turns away from you and steps away from the merchant stall.
The more time you spend together like this, the more you learn about the knight of heart. All forenoon, until the sun reaches it's highest peak, teasing banters and chaffs dispersed into thin air, as if there were none to begin with . . as if Lord Trafalgar was a good friend.
Friend? Is that how you wish to call him that?
Your heart sets out a beat, considering the idea of declaring your point of view of this relationship between him and you. Law walks a few feet before you, making sure anything in front is secured, yet it is his position to be at fault in less crowded alleys you find yourself in, not noticing the following immediately.
About to speak your mind, a giant and calloused hand slams onto your mouth, to silence your muffled gasp of shock.
You can hear your blood rushing through your ears, the lungs in your ribcage tighten and push out the remaining air in panic.
"You are far too pretty to wander around these parts of the kingdom, Lady VanDoth.", sounds from the back, a nasty snarl hushes over your shoulder and the tinge of alcohol wafts around you.
Black silhouettes your vision, recognizing Trafalgar turning around, instantly unsheathing his blade: "You! Get your filthy hands off the princess!" - "Princess?" The stranger snorts in gutteral gloat and presses a dagger against your throat, responding in Law's native language.
"Habt Ihr es nicht gehört, Ritter des Todes? Der Herrscher dieses Königreichs ist tot. Diese Frau, die Ihr hier seht ist nun die Königin, Narr!", he spits in amusement, the blade gnawing on your skin, blood trickles down your gorge from it‘s puncture.
(Translation: "Didn't you hear, knight of death? The ruler of this kingdom is dead. This Woman here is now the queen, fool!")
Noticing a distinct tattoo on the masked man's hand, a grinning skull being split in half, your guard gets enraged and approaches the maniac behind you in threateningly slow motion, his sword ready to slice it's target: "Scheisse . . ich bin derjenige den Ihr sucht, räudiger Sohn einer Hündin! Lasst sie gehen! Sie hat nichts mit dem Grinsenden Schädel, weder der Donquixote Familie zu tun!"
(Translation: "Shit . . I'm the one you're looking for, son of a bitch! Let her go! She has nothing to do with the Grinning Skull, nor the Donquixote family!")
The stranger chuckles sinisterly, deftly paying no mind to Trafalgar's threats. "Did you hear that little girl? Your father is dead!", so he states, earning a whimper of distress out of you. Dread widens the windows to your now vulnerable soul, emotions forming into salty droplets flowing down your cheek. You don't trust your hearing.
Out of impulse, you aim your fist for his groin, but there is no chance you are able to reach him, his stronghold keeping you in place. "Now now, let's not get hasty, bitch. My master will be pleased upon your arrival in Flevance."
"I said hands off!", you hear the atagonizing scream coming from Law, who storms at you in full spead. The dagger fends of the longsword, though only barely and the maniac pulls you along, yelling to back off. Fingers claw into your neck, limiting your ability to breathe - already close to passing out.
The knight is tied, he cannot advance without you getting fataly hurt, thus he stays at a safe distance.
So the masked one grabs you by the wrist and makes a run for it, throwing insults and curses at you among the escape attempt. You hold out to your guard: "Law!" All is left to see, is Lord Trafalgar clenching his teeth and sprinting the opposite direction.
No . . please. This cannot end this way. Those words cloud your thoughts, bringing you to a state of overwhelming doubts and fear, your limbs becoming numb.
In terror, you see how your people get assassinated by other countless men with hoods hiding their faces, the grinning skull imprinted on either their arms, hands or necks.
Women screech out of horror, children cry and men fend off the ambush with all the power they're able to muster. It is a picture of nightmares, blood and intestines spread across the ground to those bastard's sheer pleasure, hearing them snicker as they murder one after the other.
The assassin roars at you furiously: "Run faster you whor-" Just before he gets to end his provocation, the stranger's head rolls over the cobble stone next to your feet, for a blade quick and sharp separated it from those ragged shoulders mid movement.
"Princess, we must make haste! The king has been assaulted and the castle is still under siege!", a loud voice calls out to you on the back of a horse, riling in place from the hectic. It's Commander Roronoa. His hand holds out to you, heaving you onto his stallions's back and animates it to gallop straight to the palace.
Scurrying and aimlessly running from the danger, the village folk seek shelter, dodging Roronoa's charge. In the distance you identify an archer, the bow taught and prepared to shoot it's arrow, aimed towards you.
In fret, you squeeze your eyes shut and you hear the Commander cursing under his hitched breath.
Yet, the arrow doesn't find it's target. A tall man, armored in cold steel thrusts his longsword through the enemy's stomach, shredding the archer's bellows. Boneless, the body sinks to the ground and the man saving your getaway yells: "Go secure the castle! I will hold the line here!.
Trafalgar enables your escape, covering your back and ridding anyone who dares to follow you. In the corner of your eye, you watch as he fights a group of assassins trying to come after you.
He saved your life . .
-_
Countless moons passed since the Donquixote intrusion.
Luckily, your army was prepared for such atrocious attacks. It wasn't enough to save your dearest father whatsoever.
The goodbyes were painful, the grief only grew by the fact you weren't able to protect him. Doubts about Lord Trafalgar overwhelmed you, to think it was his doing, which turned into a burden he understood will never be forgiven that easily by you.
The knight of heart, or as it came to pass, knight of death, was in fact seeking shelter for the time being, instructed as an under cover body guard of yours. Your father took him in, granting him shelter, to gather and plan the reclaim of his kingdom.
Where security was surmised, chaos induced along this man's path. You knew he wasn't to be trusted, however was he truly to blame? Eric VanDoth was a generous and peaceful man, a king to look up to, although the risk of being used for kindness - which in this world was never a good weapon to begin with - not ever was disputed.
Lord Trafalgar appreciated VanDoth's support, deeming him a honorable and trustworthy man, these words said to you in his utmost condolensces.
All this, Law explained to you through the years of renewal and acceptance of your rulership. What would have happend, if you knew these plans sooner? It is uncertain to you why they have been kept from you, but you assume it was for your own protection.
So to this day, you are the queen of the Red line empires, (Y/n) VanDoth the fourth, ruler of the gate kingdom. A great responsibility has been bestowed upon you, as the keeper of the celestial directions and seas.
And Law? It was a great announcement, one you actually were glad and overjoyed to hear - Trafalgar Law, reclaimed his place as king of Flevance, for him and his people countered the Donquixote overtake.
Life turned for the better - peace once more was restored to the northern empires, as the rightful ruler returned home.
Nevertheless, you unlikely admit that a feeling of longing filled your mind, as your thoughts spinned around the king of heart. Only letters, inscripted with the obvious interest and lovable banters, a spark, left you yearning for more - and the day of his visit was finally about to occur.
-_
"My queen, Lord Trafalgar has arrived!", Silas reports while walking towards the throne, on which you are seated.
"Bring his followers to the gathering halls and let Trafalgar enter the gardens, I'll await him there." - "Yes, your highness.", you thank your servant with a warm smile, nodding at him and straightening yourself off the throne.
Valeria follows you silently, her attention never wavering from you. You turn to face her: "Please dear, bring me my parasol." Deftly accepting your request with a low 'my queen' she makes her way to the cabins.
The sun's grace enlightens the castles halls, crystal clear windows deflecting the rays in all kinds of colours onto the bronzen embellishments. It reminds of the times you entered the throne halls, whenever he sought your father.
Today wasn't any different, for at long last you are able to see him again.
Greeted by the usual garden of red and purple, you breathe in the crisp and warm air surrounding you, reminiscing the past and looking foward to the future all the same. The parasol provides you with protection, it's shade cooling your skin.
You take a seat at the stone bench and admire the scenery before you. It hasn't changed, not at all. After all these years, it is as if time stood still, solely for this moment.
"Your grace, I think you are missing your usual literature. Shall I bring it to you?", a voice deep, makes your head spin hastily to the source of familiarity. His name hushes out of you in whisper and you cannot help but laugh at his remark.
There he stands, Trafalgar, the king of heart. Of course you haven't forgotten your courtesy and get off the bench to bow subtly as greeting.
Glimmering in the afternoon's shine, his armor reflects the heart upon his chest, which he wears in pride. It's colour has been changed to anthracite grey, the pauldrons heavy on his shoulders and every edge of noble plate is adorned with fine lines of bright gold.
Only the cloak remained the same, haging on his back elegantly, throwing off a threatening shadow beneath his feet. How you wish to pull the hood over his head and draw him in . . yet, what makes you think you are allowed to?
His hand gently holds out to yours and leads it to his lips, respecting the regards a queen of your calibre deserves to earn. "Except for your title, nothing has changed about you, my lord." - "I can say the same about you, your majesty.", knowing glints of hidden love interest is what you share, seeing the man in front of you kiss the back of your hand with utmost care.
Strolling through the royal gardens, you walk side by side of one another, speaking of your empires' new era, Flevance's reclaim and the Red line's capital restoration. Much has happend the time Lord Trafalgar saw you last - in honesty a shame, he thinks to himself, nonetheless the saving of his kingdom was inevitable.
"Have you considered entering the bond of matrimony, your grace?", Law questions you out of the blue, a shiver running down your spine in surprise. It wasn't what you ought to hear from a man of his stature, thus you answer earnestly: "Not yet, not properly. I must admit it would be of convenience."
Heavy footsteps inch your direction as the both of you come to a stand, sturdy chains clank against his sabatons in the rhythm of his approach. He lowers: "May I have the honor?"
Dumbfounded you watch him kneel down before you, embracing your tender palm: "I humbly ask for your hand in marriage." Full of expectations, his steel eyes wander up to witness your reaction.
It skipped, the beat of your heart - blood rushing through your veins in high speed, the air bearly leaving your lungs. All your nobility, all the the royal grace you have to represent melts off of you. Emotions strongly washing over, hearing his declaration.
Will you accept?
-_
He remembers it as if it was yesterday.
You, in a gown competing the beauty of nature, it's white silk embracing your delicate frame. The bells rang and people cheered in glee. It was the happiest day of his life, for he swore an oath to his loving bride, to protect her, to be her supporting hand and shelter.
This is the day, the Red line empire has been united with Flevance, emerging as a powerful kingdom over the northern seas. Bound by marriage, a king and a queen reign over the lands that once were shattered, rebuilding hope and solitude.
At that, it is a strong bond, a matrimony sought in reason of love, which is a seldom, but not uncommon case. You welcome the warm feeling of your doting husband being your pillar, your base of unwinding.
The white fabric glides off your shoulders, exposing your soft skin. A shiver runs down Law's spine, entranced by your allure. Pupils dilate due to tremendous attraction towards you and he gruadually steps closer. "Ich habe keine Worte um Eure Schönheit zu beschreiben . .", he mutters in his tongue, to that you solely manage to chuckle in reply.
(Translation: "I have no words for your beauty to describe . .")
This is where you decide to prove your ability to provide an answer in kind: "Kein Grund, so förmlich zu sein, mein König. Ich bin ganz die deine." - "Auch noch sprachbegabt? Ihr steckt voller Überraschungen." The man looks you up and down, a shaky breath escaping him, knowing too well, what is about to occur.
(Translation: "No need to be so formal, my king. I am all yours." - "Also gifted with languages?" You are full of surprises.")
Lips, that Trafalgar yearned for to taste, finally conceal his, silencing every thought in his mind. To think, that the both of you harbored such hatred for each other, love has conquered your hearts in the end, the sense behind it inexplicable.
Hands, that longed to touch you, graze your waist and neck, pulling you in nearer, as if holding on for dear life. Close, is what he needs you to be this instant, his warmth engulfing you as he tilts his head to deepen the kiss.
A voice, that whispers your name and foreign words as if chanting a spell. Not all is beknownst to you, however one sentence reverberates in your ears as he purrs: "Ihr seid das Schönste, das unter der Sonne wandelt, meine Herzdame." His sweet nothings elicits a low moan out of you, what Law deems as a melody to his senses.
(Translation: "You are the most beautiful thing that walks under the sun, my queen of hearts.")
Garments are spread across the floor. Two lovers found their way to the bed, intertwined, driven by desire. For the first time, your eyes feast upon his lean body, embellished with dark, fine lined tribal ink all across his torso.
Tracing the imprinted ornaments, your fingers hover over them with utmost care, earning a satisifed sigh out of your spouse. "I dearly hope you are not all too appalled by-", before he can finish his sentence with hinted sarcasm, you hush him with your index, pressing those precious lips shut. So you coo: "Quit your foolery, you know I love you, all of you"
Affectionately, he lowers himself onto you, heart to heart, chests heaving against each other - nervosity evident in both of you. Peppered kisses along your ear let your back arch, leaving you in languish as he pulls away to groan huskily: "Dann gehört dies Euch, meine Königin."
(Translation: "Then this belongs to you, my queen.")
Leading your palm to his wildly beating muscle in his ribcage, he romantically offers you his heart, confessing his feelings towards you yet again, knocking the air out of your lungs.
Now one, his length penetrates your velvet walls in a painstakingly slow and passionate manner. You squirm and tremble to the rhythm of his grinds, filling you up completely. Cresent prints trail down his back, the scrapes flushing in a sarutated red.
You purr his name into the crook of his neck, sideburns tickling you in the process. Subsequently, you tug on his golden earrings, taking Law off guard, as he moans in response. Those gestures madden the former knight, bringing him to gain in volume.
Sweat trickles along his hairline, for he picks up the pace and lifts your leg by grabbing the plush of your thigh. Now deeper, the tip of his hardness hits you in spots that lets you see stars, in combination with his delightful hums of pleasure it sets your core ablaze.
A bit more forceful, his hand takes hold of your breast, squeezing it out of pure lust, watching you as your head rolls back in bliss. You are reaching your climax, lulling incomprehesive words to your lover. Gently pulling on your hardened and pink tinted bud, he cannot supress his vast impulsives, listening to your pleas: „Yes, let go for me . .“
From overstimulation, your free leg slings over his thrusting hip, drawing Law‘s frame even closer. Lips clash onto one another, muffling the enticing sounds of your high. His teeth prod against the plump and the tongue twirls along yours.
A rush of sensation washes over you - feeling animal, feral - as your orgasm spills out of you, dripping down his groin. Law is chasing, not far from his own release for the scene infront of him lures him into all out ecstasy.
Giving in the crave to make you his entirely, he pours out the love he long dreamed about indulging you in. Weakend, his whole physique stutters and quakes, overwhelmed with the idea of claiming his beloved queen.
Warm air brushes against your skin, coming from Law nuzzling your cheek, panting: „Ich liebe dich.“
(Translation: "I love you.")
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