#SHE IS A MOONLIGHT ICE PRINCESS JUST LOOK AT HER

[birbycakes]

*listens to Princess Moon on repeat while thinking of my half-drow cleric*

#SHE IS A MOONLIGHT ICE PRINCESS JUST LOOK AT HER #UTTER PERFECTION

[pucksandpower]

Ties That Bind

Charles Leclerc x royal!Reader + Max Verstappen x sister!Reader

Summary: life as Princess of the Netherlands is pretty perfect but when health issues become a (literal) royal pain, you discover a familial connection that will change your life forever

Warnings: struggles with infertility, child abandonment, serious health issues, medical procedures and treatments

This is what happens when I’m insane enough to try juggling writing an 8k+ word fic with studying in medical school

The night was a cascade of ethereal snowflakes, each one glistening under the pale moonlight, landing gracefully upon the earth. The silver car glided along the road, its headlights illuminating the path through the thick curtain of snow, like two piercing eyes navigating through sorrow.

Inside, Prince Frederik of the Netherlands drove in silent contemplation, the weight of the day’s news pressing heavily on his heart. Beside him, Princess Marianne stared out of the frosted window, her reflection capturing swollen eyes that glistened with fresh tears. Her fingers trembled slightly, crumpling yet another now irrelevant medical report indicating one more failed IVF attempt.

“I thought this time would be different,” Marianne whispered, her voice quivering. “I truly believed it.”

Frederik’s grip on the wheel tightened. He turned to his wife, pain evident in his eyes. “I know, my love. I know.”

As they drove, Frederik’s eyes caught a glimpse of something unusual by the side of the road. “What’s that?” He murmured, slowing the car.

Marianne followed his gaze. “It looks like a bundle ... stop the car!”

Frederik brought the vehicle to a halt. They both jumped out and hurried over to the mysterious object. As they approached, Marianne gasped. “Oh my God, Frederik ... it’s a baby!”

She quickly bent down to scoop the tiny, shivering form into her arms. The baby’s skin was cold, blue lips barely parting for shallow breaths as the thin pink blanket wrapped around it did little to fight the chill. “Who could do such a thing?” Marianne cried, holding the child close for warmth.

Frederik’s face hardened. “We need to get her to a hospital. Now.”

Back in the car, Marianne cradled the baby, trying to transfer her warmth. “Stay with us,” she murmured, tears spilling. “Please, stay with us.”

As they sped towards the hospital, Frederik reached over and held Marianne’s free hand. “It'’s a sign,” he whispered. “After everything we’ve been through today ... finding her like this ... it’s fate.”

Marianne looked down at the baby, her fingers gently brushing the soft wisps of hair on the child’s head. “Our little miracle in the snow,” she whispered back.

Frederik smiled faintly, squeezing Marianne's hand. “Yes, our snow angel. We’ll take care of her and she’ll take care of us.”

***

“You know, every time it snows, it feels like the world is celebrating the day we found you,” your father, now King Frederik, remarks, gazing out of the vast palace windows at the flurries descending from the sky.

You smile, reaching for a delicate pastry from the breakfast spread laid out before you. “And every snowflake reminds me of the warmth of this family that saved me from the cold.”

Your mother, Queen Marianne, hair now threaded with silver, gives you a loving glance. “Our snow angel, right when we needed you most.”

“Speaking of snow,” you muse, “I’m thinking of wearing the ice-blue gown for tonight’s gala. Thoughts?”

Your father raises an eyebrow, “For the Children’s Foundation event? Perfect choice. It complements the theme and matches the tiara your mother has picked for you to wear.”

You grin, “Who knew you had such a fashion sense?”

Your mother chuckles, “It’s a king thing. But he’s right. And with your sapphire necklace, you will be the talk of the gala.”

You take a sip of your tea, thinking of the evening ahead. “I want to ensure my speech captures the essence of our foundation’s work. It’s more than just another royal event, this is about making a real difference.”

Your father nods, “It always is for you. That genuine desire to impact lives, it’s how I know you will be a great Queen one day.”

You blush slightly, “I learned from the best.”

Your mother, with a hint of mischief, remarks, “And speaking of learning, have you decided on a dance partner for the first waltz? There’s quite a line-up available.”

You laugh, “Oh, Mom! Let’s not start matchmaking before breakfast is over.”

Your father joins in the mirth, “Give her a break, Marianne. Our snow angel must not melt.”

***

The regal hallways echo with the gentle patter of your heeled footsteps. Lately, the palace, your lifelong sanctuary, feels more like a maze. A sudden wave of dizziness makes you pause, leaning against a gilded wall for support.

“You okay there?” a soft voice calls. It’s your mother, her face etched with worry.

“Just a bit dizzy,” you mumble, attempting a reassuring smile.

She hurries over, her gown flowing. “You’ve been looking pale these past few days.”

Before you can reply, a sharp sensation pricks your nose. Touching it, you’re shocked to see blood on your fingertips. “Oh no,” you whisper, panic creeping into your voice.

Your mother’s eyes widen. “We need to see a doctor.”

“But the gala—”

“Forget the gala!” She interrupts. “Your health comes first.”

***

Inside the royal clinic, the room is a tense silence. Your father paces while your mother sits beside you, holding your hand tightly.

The family physician finally arrives, his expression somber. “Your Highness, Your Majesties,” he begins, “we’ve run several tests.”

“And?” Your father demands, halting his restless walk.

You take a deep, shaky breath, bracing yourself.

The doctor hesitates for a split second. “You have aplastic anemia.”

The room seems to close in. The words hang heavily, turning the opulent clinic cold.

Your mother’s voice trembles, “What does that mean?”

“It’s a condition where the bone marrow doesn’t produce enough new blood cells. This leads to fatigue, higher risk of infections, and uncontrolled bleeding,” the doctor explains.

Your mind races. The symptoms make sense now — the fatigue, dizziness, the nosebleed.

Your father’s face hardens, searching for hope. “What’s the treatment?”

The doctor looks grim, “The most effective treatment at this severity is a bone marrow transplant. We will need to find a matching donor.”

Your mother’s grip tightens on your hand, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “We’ll find one. We have to.”

Your father nods. “We will move mountains if we have to.”

You muster a small smile, drawing strength from your parents. “One snowstorm at a time.”

***

“How long does it usually take to find a match?” Youu inquire, voice trembling ever so slightly.

Dr. Van der Meer, the lead hematologist on your case, sighs, “It varies, Your Highness. Some find a match within their family, others from the global database. It can take days or even months.”

Your mother breaks in desperately, “But surely, with our resources, we can expedite the process?”

Your father adds, “Every avenue, every connection we have at our disposal is yours to use, Doctor.”

Dr. Van der Meer nods, “I understand the urgency, Your Majesties. We’ve already started to search within the national database. Meanwhile, we advise immediate family to get tested first.”

You interject, a sense of realization dawning, “But I’m adopted. Our genetic makeup differs.”

Your father and mother exchange a heavy look, the weight of your situation pressing down on them.

“We still have a vast network, a whole nation even,” your father muses. “Surely someone out there is a match.”

Dr. Van der Meer hesitates then says, “Actually, there has already been a hit from the database. A potential match.”

Your heart skips a beat. “Who?”

“We maintain confidentiality, Your Highness,” he replies. “But once we confirm the match and receive their consent, you will be informed.”

Your mother’s voice is tinged with hope. “So there’s a chance? A real chance?”

You lean forward eagerly. “When will we know more?”

Dr. Van der Meer offers a comforting smile. “Soon, Your Highness. For now, patience is our ally.”

***

“It’s been weeks, Doctor. Why haven’t we heard from the potential donor?” The frustration is clear in your mother’s voice.

Dr. Van der Meer looks up, choosing his words carefully. “The potential donor ... has some reservations.”

Your father’s brow furrows. “Reservations? Isn’t saving a life more important?”

The doctor clears his throat, “It’s a bit more complicated than that, Your Majesty. The potential donor is someone you’re familiar with.”

You lean forward, your curiosity piqued. “Who is it?”

There’s a momentary pause, the silence thickening. “Max Verstappen.”

Shock ripples through the room. The name isn’t just any name. It’s a name known to every Dutch citizen, celebrated in every corner of the nation.

Your mother blinks in disbelief. “The Formula 1 racer? We’ve met him multiple times at the Grand Prix. But why would he have reservations?”

Dr. Van der Meer hesitates, “There’s more to it. We ran some further genetic tests, customary for close matches. The results were ... unexpected.”

Your father leans forward in anticipation. “Go on.”

The doctor takes a deep breath, “Max Verstappen is not just a match. He’s ... he’s your half-brother.”

The room goes still. The revelation hangs in the air, too staggering to fully comprehend.

You feel your world tilt. “That’s impossible.”

Your mother’s voice is a whisper, “How can that be?”

Dr. Van der Meer clears his throat. “The genetic markers were unmistakable. Given the rare degree of compatibility and the markers we found, there is no doubt.”

Your father runs a hand through his hair, trying to process the news. “So all these years, at every Grand Prix, we’ve been cheering for ... family?”

You chime in, a flurry of emotions whirling inside, “And he doesn’t know, does he?”

The doctor shakes his head, “No, not yet. That’s the reservation. Revealing this ... it changes everything for him too.”

Your mother is contemplative. “We’ve celebrated his victories, felt the pride of having him represent our country. And now, knowing he’s family ...”

You interject, “And now, we need him more than ever. Not as a driver, not as a national icon, but as family.”

Your father’s resolve strengthens. “We need to tell him. He deserves to know.”

***

“How do you even begin a conversation like this?” You wonder aloud, staring at the blank screen of your laptop.

Your father, deep in thought, answers, “Honestly, directly, and with sensitivity. It’s uncharted territory for all of us.”

Your mothers adds, “Perhaps start by expressing your genuine feelings, without the weight of our titles or his fame."

You nod slowly, fingers hovering over the keyboard. “Dear Max,” you repeat out loud as you begin typing, then pause. “Too formal?”

Your father shrugs, “It’s sincere. And that’s what matters.”

Taking a deep breath, you continue:

Dear Max,

This isn’t a typical letter and I struggle to find the right words. By now, you might have been informed by the medical team about our unexpected connection. I wanted to reach out personally, not as the Princess of Orange, but simply as ... family.

Your mother reads over your shoulder, “That’s a good start.”

I cannot imagine how jarring this news must be. It was for me too. All these years, our paths crossed, shared smiles exchanged, never knowing the deeper bond we shared.

“Maybe mention the Grand Prix, how it has been a tradition for us,” your father suggests.

Every year at the Dutch Grand Prix, my parents and I cheered for you, felt immense pride in your victories. The realization that those cheers were for family adds a layer of emotion I can’t quite put into words.

I understand if you need time to process this. But I want you to know that this revelation changes nothing about the respect and admiration I hold for you. However, it does add a depth of connection, a newfound kinship.

Your mother, her voice choked with emotion, suggests, “Maybe let him know why it’s important now, about your condition.”

The reason I am reaching out now is not just about our newfound connection but also because of a pressing health concern I am facing. I need a bone marrow transplant, and as it turns out, you are my best match.

“Reassure him,” your father adds. “It’s a big ask.”

I understand the weight of this request. There is no obligation, only hope. No matter your decision, I want you to know that discovering this bond, this link between us, is a gift in itself.

Please take all the time you need. Whatever you decide, I respect and cherish the connection we have discovered. Wishing you all the best on and off the track.

Sincerely,

Y/N

Your father, visibly moved, murmurs, “It’s perfect.”

Your mother nods in agreement, tears shimmering. “It’s from the heart. Now, we wait.”

***

The roaring engines on the racetrack outside fade as the door to the private lounge close behind you. Max Verstappen stands there, his usual confident demeanor replaced with apprehension. The weight of the recent revelations is thick in the air.

“You look different without the crown,” Max remarks, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

You chuckle softly, “And you without the helmet.”

The initial ice broken, the two of you sit. A beat of silence passes. Then Max, eyes searching yours, asks, “Why now?”

You take a deep breath. “I’ve always known I was adopted. Every snowy day, my parents would recount the tale of how they found their snow angel. I grew up surrounded by love and privilege, never lacking anything.” Your voice trembles slightly, “But there were nights ... nights I’d wonder about the person who left me there, in the snow. Why didn’t they want me? Why did they abandon me to the whims of a storm?”

Max’s expression softens, his own memories surfacing. “I grew up with my father’s strict guidance. Racing wasn’t just a passion, it was life. There was little room for anything else. I always thought I understood my family but this ...” He sighs, looking away. “It makes me question everything.”

You nod, shared uncertainty bringing you closer. “But through all this confusion, one thing is clear: we’re family. Blood, it seems, has a way of revealing itself.”

Max smiles ruefully, “You know, I have a sister, a full sister. Growing up, we were close but our paths divided. Racing consumed me. Now, discovering I have another sister, you, it’s ... overwhelming.”

You chuckle, “Two sisters. Lucky you.”

He grins, “Twice the protective instincts.”

The humor fades, replaced by raw emotion. “You know,” you whisper, tears brimming, “Despite everything, I’m grateful for our paths crossing like this. Even if it took a lifetime.”

Max reaches out, taking your hand. “Me too.”

The weight of the moment presses on both of you. You look at each other, eyes brimming with tears, souls bared.

In a sudden rush of emotion, you step forward, collapsing into Max’s embrace. He holds you tightly, as if trying to shield you from all the past hurts, regrets, and questions. The warmth of the hug contrasts sharply with the cold memory of that snowy night. In his embrace, the years of wondering, the pain of abandonment, seem to melt away.

Pulling back slightly, you look up into Max’s eyes. With a tearful smile, you whisper, “Brother.”

He grins back, “Sister. How would you feel about attending the next race, not as royalty but as my guest?”

You hesitate, the memories of previous races filled with formalities and protocols. “It will be different.”

Max wraps an arm around you shoulders, “Very. But I promise, you will see the world of racing like never before.”

***

The roar of the engines, the excitement of the crowd — it was all distantly familiar. Yet, standing beside Max, everything feels different.

As you walk through the paddock, Max’s pride is evident. “Guys,” he calls out to his mechanics, “Meet my sister.”

They look up, surprised, then smiles break out across their faces. “It’s an honor, Your Highness,” one of them greets.

Max nudges him, “Just call her by her name.”

You laugh in agreement, “It’s nice to meet you all without the formalities.”

Max continues his introductions, his enthusiasm infectious. When you reach Christian Horner, he looks pleasantly surprised. “It’s been a while,” he remarks, “Though our meetings were always, well, more formal.”

You nod, “It’s a different world from this side of the track.”

Max beams, “And she’s getting the full experience today.”

When the race starts, every moment feels magnified, more personal.

And then, the checkered flag waves for Max.

The Red Bull garage erupts in jubilation. During the celebration, Max, still in his car, locks eyes with you from across parc fermé. You can see the moisture, the emotion in his eyes. The moment he is out of his car, he races over, pulling you into a tight embrace.

“This win,” he whispers hoarsely, “it’s not just for me this time. It’s for us. For family.”

As the Dutch anthem plays during the podium ceremony, tears fill your eyes. The anthem, a proud symbol of your country and kingdom, now also symbolizes the new, ever-growing bond with your brother.

Max, standing tall on the podium, catches your eye and winks. And as the ceremony concludes, he suddenly turns, aiming his bottle of champagne right at you. The spray catches you off guard, laughter bubbling up as the cold liquid soaks you.

“You had to, didn’t you?” You laugh, wiping away the liquid before it can sting your eyes.

Max ruffles your hair, “It’s my new duty as your older brother!”

***

“Hey, there’s someone I’d like you to meet,” Max says, pulling you towards the thrumming heart of the afterparty.

The vibrant lights and chatter fill the room but everything seems to slow as you’re introduced to a lean figure with tousled hair and hypnotizing eyes. “This is Charles Leclerc,” Max grins, “One of the toughest guys I’ve raced against.”

Charles offers a charming smile, “Pleasure to meet you. Max speaks highly of you.”

You raise your glass in a mock toast to your brother. “Glad to hear that my bribe has been paying off.”

Charles laughs, “Well, considering today’s win, you might just be his favorite person.”

The two of you share a laugh, an effortless ease settling between you as you barely notice Max walking off with a wink shot your way.

“You’ve been to several races, haven’t you?” Charles asks, sipping his drink.

“In a more official capacity, yes. But today was ... different.”

He nods, his gaze intense, “Being family changes the perspective.”

Charles leans in, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Now that you’ve seen me on the track maybe I should show you some of my other talents?”

You raise an eyebrow, the thrill of the night’s excitement mixing with his words. “Oh? What other hidden skills do you possess?”

His voice drops to a sultry murmur. “Well, I make a mean pasta carbonara. Maybe I’ll whip it up for you someday.”

You laugh, the warmth of the moment spreading through you. “I’ll definitely hold you to that.”

Max, watching from a distance, nudges Carlos, “Look at them. Told you they’d hit it off.”

“You know, I’ve always been curious about the life of a princess,” Charles muses, a playful glint in his eye. “Is it all tiaras and tea parties?”

You smirk. “It’s more boring than you would think. But for a driver like you, every day’s a thrill, right? Speeding cars, roaring crowds, adoring fans?”

He grins, leaning closer, the proximity making your heart race. “Most days. But some nights, the thrill is ... elsewhere,” his gaze deepening, locked onto yours.

The two of you are drawn into a world of your own, the party’s noise fading into the background.

He brushes a stray hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering just a moment longer. “Have you ever considered doing a hot lap? It’s quite the rush.”

You laugh, feeling the warmth of his touch. “I don’t know about getting in a race car but I can think of something else I’d love to ride right now.”

As the club’s pulsating music envelops you, Charles leans in, his voice husky over the beat, “Care for a dance?”

You accept, and as you both move to the rhythm, the world around seems to disappear. The close proximity, the electric energy on the dance floor, and the feeling of his body moving against yours is intoxicating.

“Right now,” Charles murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear to be heard above the music, “I feel like the winner tonight.”

You smile, your gaze locked onto his, “The night is still young. Let’s see where it takes us.”

***

“I’ve noticed you’re attending more races lately,” Max comments, a teasing glint in his eyes as you both walk through the paddock.

You shrug, feigning innocence. “Well, I’ve developed quite an appreciation for the sport.”

Max chuckles, “Or for a certain Ferrari driver?”

Blushing, you retort, “Can’t it be both?”

Before Max can respond, Charles approaches, his smile brightening as he spots you. “Good to see you again,” he greets, though his eyes convey a warmth that words can’t.

“You too,” you reply in a voice softer than intended.

The three of you share some casual banter before Max excuses himself, leaving you alone with Charles.

“You know,” Charles starts, “it’s become the highlight of my race weekends, seeing you here.”

You smile, “I’ve come to realize that there’s more to F1 than just the thrill of the race. There are ... other attractions.”

Charles grins, “Is that so? Any attraction in particular?”

You playfully nudge him, “Don’t get too confident, Leclerc.”

Weekends spent at circuits become a regular fixture in your life. While you’re initially there for Max, the increasing time spent with Charles deepens your bond. The stolen glances during press conferences, the private moments away from the limelight, and the late-night conversations make the connection undeniable.

One evening, after a particularly intense race, Charles pulls you aside, his face flushed from the adrenaline. “Every time I cross the finish line and look towards the other garages, I hope to catch a glimpse of you.”

Your heart skips a beat. “And if you do?”

He smiles, “It either makes victory all the more sweet or the sting of defeat not quite as painful.”

***

“You’ve made the front page again,” Max remarks dryly, handing you a tabloid during breakfast.

You glance at the headline, The Princess and the Racer: F1’s Fairytale Romance accompanied by a candid shot of you and Charles out to dinner.

Charles groans, “They make it sound like a soap opera.”

You sigh, “It’s the price we pay, I guess.”

As weeks go by, the media scrutiny intensifies. Every public appearance and every minuscule gesture, is analyzed, often blown out of proportion. The weight of the world’s eyes strains the joy of your newfound relationship.

One evening, after a particularly invasive article speculating about a rushed engagement, Charles pulls you aside, his face drawn with concern. “I noticed you’ve been pale lately, more tired. Is it the stress from all this media attention?”

You hesitate, biting your lip. The truth is, it’s more than just the media. Your health has been deteriorating and you’ve been trying to hide it.

“It’s not just the media,” you admit.

His eyes are filled with worry. “What is it?”

Max, overhearing the conversation, interjects, “It’s her health. She didn't want to worry you.”

Charles looks at you in disbelief. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

You take a deep breath, “I didn’t want to add to the pressures of the season, to be another burden.”

He reaches out, holding you close, “You’re never a burden. We’re in this together.”

You take a shaky breath, drawing strength from his words. “I’ve been diagnosed with aplastic anemia. It’s a condition where my bone marrow doesn’t produce enough new blood cells.”

Charles pales, “That’s ... serious.”

You nod, “After this race, I’m starting chemotherapy to destroy the dysfunctional bone marrow in preparation for a transplant.”

Silence envelops the room. Charles processes the weight of the revelation, the enormity of the situation sinking in. “Why now?” He finally asks.

“Timing is crucial,” Max chimes in, “She’s been putting it off, not wanting to disrupt the season. But we can’t wait much longer.”

Charles runs a hand through his hair in frustration. “I just wish you had told me sooner.”

You reach out, touching his arm, “I didn’t know how. Everything was happening so fast — our relationship, the media attention. I didn’t want to add more stress.”

Charles pulls you into a tight embrace, his voice choked with emotion. “Promise me, no more secrets.”

You nod, tears streaming down your face, “I promise.”

***

“Are you sure you want to be here for this?” You ask Charles as you both sit in the sterile hospital room, awaiting the doctor who would be overseeing your chemotherapy treatments.

Charles takes your hand, squeezing it reassuringly. “Every step of the way.”

The door opens and the doctor walks in, a gentle but serious look on her face. “Before we begin, there’s something important we need to discuss. The chemotherapy might affect your fertility. It’s not certain but there is a significant risk.”

You freeze. You had expected side effects, the potential hair loss, the fatigue. But this? This was unanticipated. This ripped your heart out of your chest.

Charles tightens his grip on your hand, his face pale. “Is there ... any way to mitigate that risk?”

The doctor nods, “We can retrieve and store your eggs. It’s a procedure done before chemotherapy in some cases. You will need hormone injections for about 10 to 12 days to stimulate the ovaries.”

You look at Charles, your eyes filled with tears, “It’s another delay.”

Charles brushes a tear from your cheek, “We face this together. I am here for you no matter what you decide.”

The days that follow are a whirlwind. Charles is by your side every step of the way, providing both emotional support and administering the daily injections.

Each evening, he carefully prepares the hormone shot. “Ready?” He asks, looking into your eyes.

You nod, trying to put on a brave face. But the physical discomfort is nothing compared to the emotional toll. Still, with Charles by your side, each day becomes bearable.

One evening, as he administers the injection, he whispers, “I’m so proud of you. Your strength amazes me every day.”

Tears spring to your eyes. “I couldn’t do this without you.”

Charles pulls you into a tight embrace, his warmth enveloping you. “You’ll never have to.”

***

“Are you sure about this?” Charles asks, his fingers brushing yours as you lay on the hospital bed.

You take a deep breath, meeting his gaze. “I am. It’s a step towards preserving a potential future, one I hope to share with you.”

His eyes soften. “Every step, I’m here.”

The medical staff move around in the background, preparing for the procedure. The hum of machines and the sterile environment contrast starkly with the intimate bubble you and Charles share.

As the procedure begins, Charles holds your hand, his thumb drawing comforting circles on your skin. “Remember our trip to Monaco?” He murmurs, attempting to distract you. “The sea, the laughter, the little café by the pier?”

A smile tugs at your lips, even as you nod for the OBGYN to proceed. “The one with the overly sweet pastries?”

Charles chuckles, “That’s the one. Imagine us there, a decade from now, two kids in tow, arguing over whether chocolate or vanilla is better.”

The image he paints eases your tension, providing a temporary escape from the clinical room. The retrieval is swift but the emotional weight lingers.

“You did great,” Charles murmurs, brushing a stray hair away from your face.

You smile weakly, “One hurdle crossed.”

The next phase comes swiftly the following day: chemotherapy. The treatment center is full of artificial warmth — the walls painted a deep yellow and the heater working overtime to keep patients as comfortable as possible — but it does nothing to counteract the chill of fear that has taken over your body.

When the nurse enters with the IV bag for your chemotherapy, Charles stands up, his stance protective. “How does this work?”

She explains the process, her voice soft, “The medication will enter her bloodstream and target the rapidly growing cells. There might be some side effects but we will monitor her closely.”

You feel a pinch as the needle is inserted and soon the clear liquid starts making its way into your veins. You blink rapidly, willing the tears away before Charles can see them.

Attempting to lighten the mood, he starts recounting some of his funniest moments from racing. You chuckle at his anecdotes, grateful for the distraction.

Hours pass. The room is filled with a mix of medical beeps and Charles’ voice, offering a counterbalance of cold reality and warm comfort.

As the IV bag nears empty, you feel a wave of fatigue. Charles notices. “Rest,” he urges softly, his thumb caressing your hand.

You nod, closing your eyes, “Thank you for being my anchor.”

He leans in, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. “Always, for every challenge, every step. Always.”

***

“I still can’t believe you made him go,” your mother murmurs from the chair next to you. The hum of machines and the sterile scent of the hospital room are in stark contrast to the roaring engines and burning rubber of the track that you can almost sense through the television screen.

You manage a weak smile. “He belongs on the track, Mom. This race is crucial for the championship.”

“He wanted to stay,” your father adds. “He’s racing with a heavy heart.”

“I know,” you whisper, a tear trickling down. “But he’s strong. And I want him to win, for both of us.”

The room falls silent, save for the rhythmic beeping of the machines. You can feel the potent cocktail of drugs coursing through your veins, sapping your strength but a necessary step to fight the disease within.

The TV in the corner broadcasts the race. You hear the commentator’s voice, “... Charles Leclerc, giving it his all today. You have to wonder where he’s drawing this intensity from.”

You know the answer.

The laps go by. With each turn, each overtake Charles makes, you can sense his determination, his desire to win not just for the title but for something else … someone else.

“You should rest,” your father advises, noticing your drooping eyelids.

But you resist, wanting to witness Charles cross the finish line.

The final laps are intense. Charles battles fiercely, and as he takes the checkered flag, the room bursts into subdued cheers.

“He did it!” Your mother exclaims.

You feel a swell of pride. “For us,” you whisper, before fatigue takes over and you drift into a deep sleep.

As consciousness slowly returns not too long after, the first thing you notice is the gentle vibration of your phone on the bedside table. Groggily reaching for it, you see a new message notification from a group chat with Charles and Max.

It’s a photo of Charles and Max, still in their race suits, grinning ear to ear. Charles holds up his first-place trophy while Max proudly displays his second. They’re both covered in champagne, evidence of the post-race celebrations.

These are for you. For our champion.

With shaky fingers, you type back:

My heroes. Thank you for being my strength. So proud of you both. Can’t wait to see you again.

Your mother, noticing your reaction, peers over your shoulder. “Those boys,” she says with a fond smile, “they really adore you.”

You nod, wiping away a tear. “I’m so lucky.”

***

“Hey, sis,” Max’s voice is soft, tinged with a mix of worry and hope as he sits beside you in the pre-op room, “Ready to share a bit more than just DNA?”

You manage a small smile, despite the anxiety. “As long as you don’t start claiming we share driving skills.”

He chuckles, squeezing your hand. “Promise.”

The doctor enters, clipboard in hand. “Both of you understand the procedure, correct? Max, we will be extracting bone marrow from your pelvic bone. It’s a relatively straightforward process but you might feel some discomfort.”

Max nods resolutely. “Anything for her.”

You swallow hard, emotions swirling. “Thank you, Max. This ... it means everything.”

He looks at you, eyes filled with a brotherly love that’s grown exponentially over the past few months. “We’re family. We look out for each other.”

As Max is wheeled away for his extraction, he offers a brave smile. “See you on the other side.”

Hours later, as you sit by his bedside, watching him slowly come around post-procedure, you squeeze his hand. “You okay?”

He groans, “Feels like I’ve done a doubleheader race without any breaks. But it’s worth it.”

Then comes your turn. Max, despite his exhaustion, insists on being present. The stem cells he donated are infused into you through a central line. It’s a simple procedure but one filled with so much hope and emotion.

Max watches closely, gripping your hand. “You got this,” he murmurs as the life-saving cells flow into your body.

You try to show a convincing smile before closing your eyes and praying to whoever’s listening that this works.

***

The pale blue walls of the hospital room have become all too familiar, the rhythmic beep of machines a constant in the background. You’re reclined on the bed, an IV line dripping nutrients and much-needed blood transfusions into your system. As your body adjusts to the new bone marrow, these are crucial.

Max is seated beside you, a crossword puzzle in hand. The chairs aren’t particularly comfortable but he’s still rarely left your side.

Max taps his pen against the paper thoughtfully. “Alright, here’s one for you. Seven letters: someone who is always there, no matter what.”

You raise an eyebrow, pondering. “Is it brother?”

He grins, “You’re getting good at this.”

You chuckle, “Well, I can’t help it when the answer is so obvious …”

He leans in closer, dropping his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “I snuck in some of those chocolates you like from that little shop in town.”

Your eyes widen in mock horror. “You rebel. We’ll be banished from the kingdom.”

He winks, producing a small box from his bag. “Worth it.”

As you both indulge in the illicit treat, you realize just how much these little moments, these shared smiles and inside jokes, make the ordeal bearable.

Max notices your contemplative expression. “Hey, what’s on your mind?”

“Just thinking about how lucky I am to have a brother who sneaks chocolates into a hospital for me.”

He extends his pinky towards you, “Always. Until the end of the race.”

You intertwine your own pinky with his to immortalize the promise, “And beyond.”

Just as the two of you are finishing the last of the chocolates, the door swings open quietly. Charles steps in, his eyes immediately seeking you out. There’s a bouquet of fresh flowers in his hand, their vibrant colors standing out against the sterile environment.

“You two conspiring without me?” Charles teases, setting the flowers on the bedside table.

Max smirks, “Just ensuring she gets her daily dose of chocolate, doctor’s orders.”

Charles moves to your side and presses a soft kiss on your forehead. “How are you feeling today?”

“Better now that my two favorite racers are here,” you reply with a smile.

Charles laughs, “I see. Well, the doctor outside told me your blood counts are improving. Seems the new bone marrow is getting to work.”

You nod hopefully. “One day at a time.”

Charles moves closer, taking your free hand. “Every day is a step closer to getting you out of here.”

Max, sensing the intimate moment, stands up, stretching. “I’ll leave you lovebirds to it. Need to grab a coffee and give that crossword another go.”

Charles smiles gratefully at him, and as Max exits the room, you’re left in a bubble of comfort and warmth with your boyfriend.

***

“Grant our daughter strength and good news,” your mother’s prayer weaves through the tense atmosphere of the room.

Charles’ grip on your hand tightens and he whispers, “Whatever the news, we face it together.”

“Guide the hands of the doctors, let their knowledge lead to healing.”

Max, on your other side, offers a comforting squeeze, his face betraying his own anxiety. “You’ve come so far already.”

“And bless our family with your grace and protection.”

The prayer lingers in the air just as the door opens.

“Grant her the strength, the health, the life she deserves ...”

The doctor steps in, a manila envelope in hand. Everyone’s gaze immediately fixes on him, the room heavy with bated breath.

He looks around the room, making eye contact with each one of you, then finally says, “The results are in.”

You feel Charles’ hand tremble slightly … Max’s grip tighten … your father barely breathing behind you … a silent prayer still on your mother’s lips.

“The bone marrow has taken exceptionally well. All indicators and markers are positive.” The doctor smiles. “You’re officially in remission. You’re cured.”

A tidal wave of emotion crashes over the room. Tears immediately spring to your eyes, happiness and relief mingling in each drop.

Your mother’s whispered prayer crescendos into a heartfelt “thank you,” choked with emotion.

Your father, the ever-composed king, has moisture in his eyes as he holds you close, “Our snow angel, our miracle.”

Charles pulls you into a tight embrace next, his voice a shaky whisper, “You did it.”

Max is grinning from ear to ear. “Told you, sis. Until the end of the race and beyond.”

***

“Look at them,” Max says, nudging you as the camera pans over the pit crews, each member prominently sporting a bright red ribbon. “All in solidarity.”

Charles beams, joining the conversation. “It was Max’s idea. The ribbons. Both teams were eager to join in.”

You’re touched, tears threatening to spill. “It’s incredible. Both of you, your teams ... I’m speechless.”

The commentator on the screen picks up on the theme. “For those just tuning in, both the Ferrari and Red Bull teams are wearing red ribbons today in support of aplastic anemia awareness, a personal cause for them given the recent battle of the Princess of Orange with the condition.”

Mid-race, Max’s voice crackles over the team radio, “This one’s for you, sis.”

Charles, not to be outdone, pushes his car to the limit, the red ribbon painted on his helmet clearly visible every time the camera focuses on him.

Later, as you walk back out through the paddock, fans approach, many sporting red ribbons of their own. One young girl looks at you with stars in her eyes, “I wear this for my mom. She’s fighting too, just like you did.”

You pull her into a gentle hug. “She’s got this. I know she does.”

***

As soon as the statement goes live on the official website of the Netherlands Royal Family, the internet erupts.

The Royal House of the Netherlands is pleased to announce that Her Royal Highness, Y/N the Princess of Orange, and Mr. Charles Leclerc are officially courting.

Your phone buzzes incessantly with notifications. Charles, seated beside you, chuckles, “Well, there’s no going back now.”

Your father enters the room, a smile playing on his lips. “The people seem to be taking the news ... enthusiastically.”

Your mother, scrolling through her own device, adds, “And overwhelmingly positively. Listen to this: We’ve seen them together. Their chemistry is undeniable. Wishing them all the best!”

You exhale, a weight lifting off your shoulders. “I was so nervous about the reaction.”

Charles brushes a strand of hair behind your ear, “We’re in this together, remember?”

Max bursts into the room with his usual energy, “You two are trending. The fans are loving it!”

Screens across the nation flash images of you and Charles — at the racetrack, during hospital visits, candid moments captured by keen-eyed photographers. Talk shows and news channels dive deep into analyzing your relationship, piecing together any crumbs of insight they might have.

A popular racing pundit remarks on a live broadcast, “Their bond is evident, both on and off the track. Charles’ performance has been exceptional since they've been together. It’s clear that they draw strength from each other.”

The public’s fascination is insatiable. Magazines are splashed with titles like Love in the Fast Lane. But despite the media frenzy, what touches you most are the personal messages. Fans share artwork, write songs, and pen heartfelt letters, celebrating love and the winding path that brought you both to this moment.

One evening, as you and Charles sit on the palace balcony overlooking the city, he turns to you, “They’re acting like we’re some sort of fairytale.”

You lean into him, “Maybe we are. It’s our story and I wouldn’t change a single thing.”

***

“You know,” your father begins, a playful glint in his eye as he slices into his steak, “I had an amusing conversation with Prince Albert the other day.”

Charles, taking a sip of his wine, raises an eyebrow. “Oh?”

Your father chuckles, “He said Monaco might need to extend an invitation for our next state visit given that we seem to have shared interests now.”

The table erupts in laughter. Your mother adds, teasingly, “And here I thought we were simply bonding over diplomatic ties.”

“So,” Max leans forward eagerly. “Any embarrassing stories about Y/N? I have to make up for all of the childhood adventures I’ve missed.”

“Oh, there are plenty! Remember the time she tried to drive a lawnmower and ended up in the rose bushes?” Your father says, trying to look serious.

Marianne chuckles, “Don’t remind me! Those were my favorite roses.”

You groan, hiding your face in your hands. “I was eight! And I thought it was a car!”

Charles grins, squeezing your hand under the table. “I can only imagine a mini version of you so determined behind the wheel.”

“And at her sixth birthday party,” your father recounts with a smirk, “she declared that she’d be ruling the kingdom by sundown and tried to hold a mock council meeting with her stuffed toys.”

Charles nudges you playfully, “Planning coups at six? Should I be worried?”

You swat him lightly, “It was a phase.”

As dessert is served, your mother turns contemplative. “You know, I’ve always believed in destiny. And seeing all of you here, witnessing the bonds and the love, it reaffirms that belief.”

Charles nods his agreement, “Life has a way of bringing the right people together.”

Your father raises his glass, “To family, in all its forms. To the journeys we embark on and the memories we create.”

The clinking of glasses has never sounded sweeter.

***

Charles, his face flushed with the victory of the 2025 World Championship, stands on the podium, trophy in hand. The cheering of the crowd is deafening but as he signals for a microphone, a hush descends.

“I’ve never done this before,” he starts emotionally, “naming my car, I mean. I watched Seb do it year after year and I always wondered what that felt like, to have such a connection.” He takes a deep breath, his gaze scanning the audience until it lands on you. “This season, I finally understood. My car, the one that just secured this championship, I named it after the most important person in my life.”

The crowd waits with bated breath.

“I named it,” he continues, his voice breaking slightly as he keeps his eyes locked on yours, “after you. After the woman who has been my anchor, my strength.”

You feel tears prickling your eyes as the sheer intensity of his words hits you.

Charles signals and you’re gently nudged forward, guided up to the podium. The world seems to blur, the noise, the people, everything fading until it’s just you and him.

“Every race, every lap, I had two goals: to win for the team and to make you proud,” he confesses, his eyes never leaving yours. “You are my world. And today, in front of everyone here, in front of the world, I want to ask you one thing.”

He gets down on one knee and your hands move of their own volition to cover your mouth. Producing a gorgeous ring, Charles looks up at you, his eyes shimmering. “Will you marry me?”

The world stops.

The deafening cheers of the crowd seem quiet compared to the beating of your heart.

Tears stream down your face as you nod. “Yes. A thousand times yes.”

No sooner have the words left your mouth than Max and Lando, the other two podium finishers, gleefully seize the moment. With mischievous grins, they uncork their champagne bottles, dousing both you and Charles in a bubbly shower. The liquid gold sparkles in the sunlight, adding to the magic of the moment.

Charles pulls you close, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss as you both get soaked.

***

The grand cathedral, bathed in the soft glow of a thousand candles, echoes with the hushed whispers of eagerly waiting guests. Roses, lilies, and orchids cascade down the pillars, their fragrance mingling with the scent of incense.

Behind the doors of the bridal suite, Max stands beside you, dressed impeccably in a classic tux. There’s a brotherly tenderness in his eyes as he reaches out, smoothing the delicate lace of your dress to ensure that every detail is perfect.

“You look breathtaking,” he murmurs, the emotion of the day making his voice waver.

“You clean up pretty well yourself, Man of Honor,” you reply, squeezing his hand.

As the first strains of the bridal march begin, the doors open, revealing the grand aisle, lined with well-wishers from all corners of the globe. Your father steps up and offers you his arm, his eyes glassy with pride and a hint of melancholy. “Ready, my snow angel?”

You nod, tears of happiness already blurring your vision. The world narrows down to the altar, where Charles stands, back straight in his crisp full dress uniform. As you make your way down the aisle, your eyes lock with his and the universe contracts to that singular point of connection.

Charles’ normally composed features give way as he takes in the sight of you. His eyes, also glistening with tears, convey a depth of feeling that words could never capture. Love, gratitude, wonder — all interwoven in that magnetic gaze.

His voice breaks as he whispers just for you, “You are my dream, my reality, my forever.”

Your own voice is thick with emotion, “And you are my heart, my soul, my love.”

As vows are exchanged and promises made, the world bears witness to a love that defied odds, overcame challenges, and brought together not just two souls but two worlds.

And as you both seal your commitment with a kiss, there is not a single dry eye in the cathedral. Because love, true love, is a force to be reckoned with, and today, it reigns supreme.

***

The soft whimpers of a newborn fill the air of the private birthing suite. Nestled in your arms, wrapped in a royal blue blanket, the baby prince stirs, his tiny fingers curling around one of yours.

Charles, sitting beside you, gazes down at your son with sheer wonder. “He’s perfect,” he says in a teary whisper.

You nod, tears streaming down your face. “Our little miracle.” The journey, the IVF treatments with your frozen eggs , the hope, the fear — everything culminated in this singular, beautiful moment.

The door opens gently, revealing Max, his eyes wide as they take in the sight before him, and your parents, their faces a canvas of joy and pride.

Max approaches tentatively, his usual confidence replaced by an awe-inspired reverence. “May I?” He asks softly.

You nod, handing over the precious bundle. As Max holds the baby, a bond forms instantly. “Hey there, little one,” he coos, “Your godfather is here.”

Your mother, tears in her eyes, leans in, planting a gentle kiss on your son’s forehead. “Welcome to the world, our precious grandchild.”

Your father, hoarse with emotion, simply murmurs, “An angel for our snow angel.”

And you know what? You decide that the fans were right. Your life really is a fairytale.

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[fieldofdaisiies]

two month story wrap up and shout out part 1: x Reader stories

I haven't read many stories in the past months, but I managed to catch up with some. so here we go, a little shout out to amazing creators and my absolute favourite stories I have read lately.

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Son of the Darkness - by @moonlightazriel; Azriel x Reader; do I even need to say how much I love this story? and that it all came form a dream...god, do I love the storyline and how well-developed and varied the characters are. the story has so so much potential and is so different from other Azriel stories, check it out if you have time, it is so worth it.

Song Week- by @moonlightazriel; Azriel x Reader; this was a full week (so 7 stories) inspired by songs; not only was the idea amazing also the stories were incredibly and so beautifully varied.

Buried Underneath - by @bubbles-for-all-of-us; Azriel x Reader; you want angst? then let the queen of angst serve it to you. yeah, she likes to break hearts with her stories, but it is so worth reading them, you will not regret it.

Safe Haven - by @bubbles-for-all-of-us; Azriel x Reader; even though there is a sparkle of angst in it, she also writes amazing fluff, so check out this piece as well, it was sooo so good.

Pretty Princess - by @euphoricpixiee; Ruhn x Reader; there is a severe lack of Ruhn story and this incredibly author does everything to fill this lack. loved the story so much, definitely blushed because it is hooooot.

Ice Cold Kiss - by @azrielscrown; Azriel x Reader, I mean I doubt there is a single not good story on her blog, but this was phenomenal; Jesus I am still feral for it and definitely reread it one or two times; also I am still grateful she chose this picture because that inspired me to post my drawings.

Moonlight Rising - by @azsazz, Azriel x Reader; I mean I can only repeat myself but does this author have one story that is not good? I doubt it. but this piece had me in tears, sooooo cute and fluffy, gaaaah.

Building Bonds - by @cosmic-whispers, Azriel x Reader; I remember reading this when I took a little break from tumblr and just read on the web and not logged in. but I loved it sooo much and will definitely read it again soon. it is sooo cute and I love the idea soo so much, soooo well written, such an incredibly talented author

Overwritten - by @illyrian-dreamer; Azriel x Reader; this author is definitely the second queen of angst, this piece had me in tears and I cannot describe how much I love your writing and stories. this story was perfection.

Stay With Me - by @illyrian-dreamer; Azriel x Reader; yeah, definitely second queen of angst because this was heartbreak and perfection all at once.

Always - by @redbleedingrose; Azriel x Reader; I still cannot believe that this author asked me for writing advice all this time ago; the story is so incredibly and I love that you decided to post it; best decision ever because look what gift you brought for all Azriel x Reader story readers.

Wingspan - by @viradeity; Azriel x Reader; this was such a cute and funny little drabble and I ADORED it. so well-written

general shout out to

@azrielsbabyg @aroseinvelaris @brekkershadowsinger @brekkershadowsinger @kennedy-brooke @acourtofwhatthefuck @acourtofmenandthirst @writingsbychlo @azrielhours @swansworth this is a little shout out for you who don’t posts fics or where I haven’t read that many fics yet or where I couldn't decide for one as I haven't read that many of yours lately. but I wanted to make this shout out for your other contributions to the fandom (or your stories obviously) thank you for all your works and adding so much positivity and love to this fandom.

💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛

#azriel x reader #azriel #daisiies recommondations📖

[evanspresso]

she has the moon in her mind, that’s why stars spill off her lips.

note: a glimpse into the way they love.

Listen to that heated love

She wore moonlight like lingerie he thought. He scanned her soft features when looked up at the stars from where she was sitting, dangling her legs into the pool.

From where he swam he could see the way her legs swished through the water, her legs wet and her cheeks flushed as she took another sip of her wine. Evan’s muscles flexed while he moved his body against the water to get closer to her.

She bit her lip watching him swim towards her, his eyes boring into hers after scanning them over her body. “How’s the water?” She asks.

“Lonely.”

Y/n shivers at the way his voice rasps, the way it travels making butterflies erupt in her stomach as he heads her way.

Y/n’s heart flutters- feeling his fingertips caress her skin that’s under the water before he trails his hands up onto her thighs, spreading her legs so he can fit in between her just as perfect as he always does. This time she nearly gasps as she feels his hot breath fan against her sensitive skin.

“Come out then.” She trembled, running her fingers through his damp hair while she watches him smirk. “It’s lonely out here without you.”

Y/n holds her breath as he places his lips against her left knee, traveling them towards her inner thigh while his eyes challenge hers.

Y/n presses her lips together as she watched her boyfriend while her with his muscular arms and his toned chest. She can’t help but gasp as she feels his lips grace the inside of her thigh causing her to jump slightly as he brings his hands to grip into her hips.

“That’s no fun.” He playfully pouts. “Come join me.” He nips at her thigh again, making her squirm in his hold.

“It getting cold Evan, let’s just go inside and light the fireplace.”

Evan shakes his head no, dipping his fingertips into her squishy hips causing her to inhale sharply while he stands up tall. “I’ll keep you warm princess.”

Before she knows it he’s got his wet arms around her waist, pulling her into his chest and down into the water with him. They both gasp at the cool water covering them with ice cold kisses as she wraps her arms around his neck to cling into him for warmth and wrapping her legs around his torso.

“I’m still not warm.” She teased, placing her hand on his jaw to make him look at her.

He playfully rolls his eyes before dipping down to kiss her lips softly. Evan smiles against her lips, feeling her tighten her legs around him causing him to back up into the wall of the pool, the water swishing all around them as he moved.

The only thing that can be heard in the sounds if night around them are their lips dancing with one another and the water that covers them in their own personal and private cocoon.

She smiles before doing her favorite trick that always made him stirs Evan nearly saw stars as she unexpectedly pulled away from his lips causing his jaw to fall open fell open for more, watching y/n as she sucksonto his bottom lip before fully pulling away.

“You’re dangerous tonight.” He observed. “You underestimate the things I’d to to you right here. Right now.” He said making her shift herself against his hold.

He grunts into her neck making her nearly purr in his ear- his eyes growing dark while he turned them around to her back was against the wall.

He watches her shiver under his hold and he couldn’t help but kiss her cheek before nipping at her ear causing her to squeal out into a giggle.

“Can you warm me up now?” She nearly pleads.

#evan peters x reader #evan peters x y/n #evan peters fluff #evan peters imagine #ahs evan peters #evan peters #kai anderson #kit walker #mr gallant #tate langdon #james patrick march #austin sommers #Mr March #Evan peters blurb #evan peters smut #evan peters one shot

[pastelsandpining]

warm

post-botw; 700 words

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It’s their first night together after a century separation; Link isn’t entirely certain what he should do. It’s…suffocating, in a way, to be so close to this girl he remembers but doesn’t know. The aching cavern of emptiness and grief tells him that she always has and always will mean plenty to him—but sharing a bed? He’s not sure how or why they ended up like this, what made them choose to share such a close space when there’s both everything and nothing familiar about it.

For the most part, the air is quiet. Silver slivers of moonlight slip through the window, but little more light is offered than that. He can feel the way the bed dips under her weight just behind him; can feel the warmth of her just a few inches from his back. He’s exhausted, every bone and joint in his body crying out for rest and restoration, but his brain can’t shut down. He’s too aware of the former princess—his former princess. Something about that hurts.

His eyes, fixated in one place for so long, only move from the wall when he hears something so soft that he’s not sure he’s heard it at all. That little sniffle makes him frown. He’s never known anyone to sniffle in their sleep. She must be as restless as him.

He turns over slowly, using as little motion as he can. She’s still facing opposite of him. Her golden hair spilling out over the pillow makes it harder for him to move any closer, though he doesn’t know if she would appreciate that anyway.

“Zelda?” he whispers, and it’s only after he’s said it that he realizes he’s dropped her title entirely. Is it disrespectful? There hasn’t been a monarchy in years; still, it’s proper though, isn’t it?

Her name feels more familiar than the word princess.

For a moment, she doesn’t say anything. It’s almost enough to convince him that she’s asleep—but she moves. She curls up tighter into herself, like she’s trying to hide, and he isn’t sure if she’s shaking because she’s cold, or if she’s crying. His heart wrenches for her; he’s known too well what it’s like to cry himself to sleep under the weight of trauma.

She’s cried in front of him before; of the few memories he has, that’s always been one of them. His body remembers too, knows the sounds of her sorrow, because he knows it, too—because his hands move before he can think better of it.

He rests one, gentle and slow, on her arm. There’s a sharp inhale, but she doesn’t speak. A beat passes where Link is afraid he’s overstepped. He doesn’t know her like he should, and she knows that. He knows that she knows because he’s seen it in her eyes every time she’s looked at him since her freedom. But her hand, a little smaller than his but trembling just the same, settles atop his.

Her fingertips are cold as ice.

It’s all the encouragement he needs. She’s cold, and he’ll be damned if she spends her first night in a hundred years anything but comfortable. He moves in, his arms folding around her in a warm embrace, and she melts against him with a sob that rips his heart in two. He doesn’t speak; he only holds her as she cries, and he brushes his lips over her clothed shoulder. Comfort if she needed, simple enough to consider a mistake if she didn’t.

A century’s worth of grief flows through them both. The difference lied in the fact that Link had to relearn his; Zelda’s despair had never left her.

He doesn’t know when, but he guesses the moon is a little higher in the sky by the time she quiets. She turns, away from that window and into his chest, and he knows it’s her muscle memory at work when her hands creep under his shirt and press flat against the skin of his back.

“You’re warm,” she says, quiet and muffled, hoarse from crying.

“Your fingers are freezing,” he tells her while his own glide up and down her back, searching endlessly for a resting place.

“Sorry,” she says, but she doesn’t lift her hands and he can hear the smile on her lips, no matter how small and broken it probably was.

It’s okay. It’s okay because he’ll fix it. He’ll make her smile full; until the sun can shine again, Link will lend her every bit of warmth she could ever need.

#botw #zelink #post botw #woke up at 6 am with this scene in my brain #rotating like a microwave #spent 3 hours trying to transfer it into words #got distracted several times over but #short and sweet i think #just thinking that they know each other so well #that muscle memory and instinct is stronger #than the amnesia and separation

[tsunael]

Tag ppl you want to get to know better

LAST SONG: Blest Be The Moonlight - FFXV (damn who am I?)

CURRENTLY WATCHING PLAYING: Persona 3 Reload

THREE SHIPS: I was going to do regular ships but everyone's doing wolships. Weeeell.

🔷 Zidane / Garnet (FF9): It's the Casanova in love. It's the star-crossed lovers. It's the princess and the pauper. No matter how unreasonable or sad Garnet becomes during their journey Zidane is never cross with her-- or anyone for that matter. He's always uplifting, always teaching, always helping. When they're separated and he spends his days pining for her because he never realized what he had until it was gone?? Peak writing. 🔷 Akihiko / Mitsuru (Persona 3): It's the loyalty. It's the elemental symbolism (he's weak to ice, her element). He's the queen's guard dog. She gave him a reason to live. They're both social inept. They bicker like they've been married for 10 years. If they actually dated the miscommunications would be insane and I would love to watch them. 🔷 Tunasan: It's... also the Casanova in love. They're tank/healer. They're sun & moon. He's a cat that only comes around when he needs comfort. He's a pain in her ass. The belligerent sexual tension is off the charts and they can't even physically kiss. She comes from high-class society and he's the physical manifestation of all the values she hates most (adultery, drinking in excess, a smooth talker with no substance). But oooh he's so much more, isn't he? He's so kind and so vulnerable in their quiet moments. He trusts her with his life. He would die for her if given the chance. And he's devastatingly pretty when she finally stops to look. They'll never be together in an official capacity because (headcanon) dating within the Scions is frowned upon (they're co-workers) but that doesn't stop The Yearning from both sides-- the stolen moments-- the skulking about to avoid Y'shtola's ire (lmao). And when he realizes he truly fell for her? That it wasn't just a phase, or fling? Well, time to run.

FAVORITE COLOR: Ourple 💜

CURRENTLY CONSUMING: Coffee and cup noodle-- breakfast of champions.

FIRST SHIP: Kurogane and Tomoyo from Tsubasa lmao. My middle-school ass picking the rarepair het ship in The Yaoi Zone is still very funny to me.

PLACE OF BIRTH: NA

CURRENT LOCATION: Hell.

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: 3 years of dating a gremlin.

LAST MOVIE: Solaris? The 2003 remake? I think?

CURRENTLY WORKING ON: Commissions, a drabble for a photoset I took last night because nothing is simple for me, and still sitting on my 500 WIPs of Tsuna snippets from various points in her life 🙈

Tagged by: @myreia thank you 😭 Tagging: take it from me.

#; ooc rambles #you might be surprised I didn't pick yuna/tidus (considering TUNA was named after them) but uhhhh don't worry about it #they're in there #lately FF9's themes have been beating me over the head with a large bludgeon

[vomitingstars]

Our Love is Out of This World pt. 2

Alien!Alan Orion x Reader

With all her remaining energy, she charges towards the creature with a determined battle cry. The creature grins even wider as it runs backwards. Yep, this thing is actually playing with her. Like a cat lightly batting a mouse with its paws before sinking its claws into the poor thing. In her moment of reflection, she tripped over the same tree root from before. Sending her flying right into the alien’s lean and surprisingly toned arms. She gasped at the realization that she had been caught. She had successfully been hunted, and now she’s being held by an alien. 

“What do you want?” She asked, panting into the green man’s chest. Her mind and heart raced with a cocktail of emotions. Fear, curiosity, and a need for survival. “I’ll give you anything you ask. Just don’t dissect me. You want cows? Brains? I’ll bring you as many as you want.” She offered, keeping her head down and avoiding eye contact. So much for going down clawing and fighting, huh? No. She’ll fight in her own way. No matter what, she will live and she will live well. 

The alien took her chin in his hand and lifted it up gently to gain her full attention. She was forced to take in all of his face. Every detail. Every texture. So odd and yet so familiar. His skin almost seems to glisten and glitter in the moonlight. His face no longer grinned at her, instead, he gave a soft smile and then brought their lips together in a sweet kiss. It only lasted a few seconds before he pulled back to gaze into her eyes once more. 

She took a moment to collect herself. Blinking away the disbelief. “You just wanted a ki-” The alien took this opportunity to shove a long probing finger down her throat while her mouth was open. His other hand held the back of her head firmly to keep her still despite her squirming. His skin was so cold. Almost freezing. It was almost like swallowing ice, only the icecube wouldn’t go all the way down her esophagus. His finger thrusted in and out clinically as if searching for something. 

He pulled the icy digit out of her throat slowly and carefully. “I can now speak your language.” He held up his finger and showed off the glowing tip proudly. You stared at him silently in terror and confusion. She looked at his face. Then back to his finger. Then back to his face with furrowed brows and replied. “I want to go home.” This is too much. Being hunted, or reverse hunted was exhilarating and terrifying. But kissing aliens and getting throat fingered in one night is a lot more than she was mentally prepared for.

“I’ll take you home. Yer cold. Humans shouldn’t be cold. Let’s get you warmed up.” The alien spoke in a soft voice as if he was trying to soothe her. In the midst of all the excitement, she hadn’t noticed how cold it had gotten. She really should get inside quickly. And so she nods and thanks him. This action seems to please the star beast greatly, prompting him to pick her up and carry her princess style right back to the location of which they started. The alien tossed down a little disk that transformed into a large circle that he stepped on. 

She yelped at the blindingly bright light that enveloped the two of them. Before she could comment, it was over. They were no longer in the cold dark woods but instead in a warm bright and sterile looking environment. Everything looked so eerily clean and clinical. Like a doctor's office in a way. It made her feel uneasy. “I thought you said you were taking me home? You’re not going to dissect me are you?” He carried her over to a tall glass tube. One large enough to place her in completely.

“No dissection. I just want to give you a check up.” He placed her inside while whispering  and cooing encouragement at her. With a couple beeps and boops the glass tube released her in a cloud of cleansing steam. He quickly grabbed her and placed her back into a princess hold. 

“You said I was going home.” Her patience was wearing thin. It’s probably two o’clock in the morning by now. This has got to be a dream or a sleep deprived hallucination. Maybe she just ate too much nutmeg again.

“We are home. It is my home away from home. Your home.” The star beast smiles at her with a strange expression. It was as if he were trying to look friendlier. To really sell the idea of her moving into this weird spacecraft on a whim. She shakes her head in disbelief with furrowed brows. 

“No. I need you to take me home. Now.” She spoke slowly yet sternly. “I am not staying here. You can go ahead, abduct whoever you want and go on about your business. I don’t even know your name?” She threw her hands up in frustration. Begging for this confusing dream to finally be over. Her bed is calling and it's time to pick up and get the hell out of dodge. 

The green man introduced himself as a strange chirping noise. “But you can call me whatever you’d like.” He pressed a few green squares on a touchpad and the environment suddenly changed. This room looked a bit messier. As if someone lived here and possibly spent a lot of time away from home. A whooshing sound was heard and the sliding door behind him was sealed shut. 

“I… I guess I’ll call you, Alan? I don’t know. You kind of look like a Gleep Glarp, but we’ll stick with Alan for now.” She chuckled, trying to find humor in the situation. Naming an alien doesn’t mean you have to keep it, right? Alan looked a bit giddy to receive a name from his prey. And even more so, to hear her laugh. 

“And I will call you, Doe-Eyes.” Moving items here and there, Alan began zapping random items away with a small laser as if he were trying to tidy up quickly for his guest. He came closer, and she looked up at his smiling face. Green lips stretched in a lovesick grin. He reaches out to cradle her face and whispers dreamily. 

‘Doe-eyes?’, she thought. What a random name. Did this have something to do with the deer from earlier? “Look, Alan, you seem like a sweet… Alien guy. But I have to ask, why Doe-eyes?” Her mind wandered to awful experiments. Wondering if Alan had been abducting deer recently. Or possibly experimenting on them. Did aliens eat deer? Perhaps that’s what she distracted him from doing earlier tonight, and this is her punishment. 

“Yer eyes. Ya open them so wide when ya feel such strong emotions. Ya remind me of a deer. I like deer. Such gentle creatures.” He trailed off, thinking of the deer he had collected the day prior. Alan pointed towards a floating menagerie with two tiny deer in a lush green setting. It appears Alan had shrunken them down and built a tiny forest just for the two docile creatures to reside in. 

Ignoring the tiny deer and the nightmare logistics of such, she cleared her throat and decided to introduce herself properly. “My name is Honey. I would like to go home. To my home. Unharmed. Please.” This is the last time she’s going to ask. Alan doesn’t seem like a bad guy at all but, who knows what he’s capable of.

Alan’s smile softens. “Honey is the substance yer Earth bees make. From what I understand, it’s got a sweet, deep and rich flavor.” He lets out a sound akin to a purr and chirp. “I’ll take you home” Honey’s eyes widened in surprise. She couldn’t believe it. Asking nicely actually worked? Maybe the best solution really is the easiest. Alan pulled out a small disk and tossed it onto the ground. “Hop on.” Alan said as he offered his hand. She cautiously stepped onto the expanded disk and when she blinked they were right outside her house.

“Wha- Of course. Alien tech. Just roll with it.” No need to question it. Home at last, she turns to face Alan and thanks him for the ride. He does an awkward little princess wave as he bids her farewell and then materializes into thin air. Honey raised her eyebrows with squinted eyes, set in confusion and mental exhaustion. Dragging her tired body inside and placing a pink bonnet onto her head before flopping facedown in bed.

#alan orion x reader #alien!alan orion #alien!alan x reader #alan orion x black reader #alan orion x oc #mdhm alan x reader #alien x human

[queenpiranhadon]

A/N: Hehe call me a hypocrite, but as much as I hate cliffhangers, I shall be benevolent and gift you all one. This chapter is written me :). My cowriter is the lovely Nyota (@labaguetteisdabest). You can find the masterlist here

Warning(s): cursing, animal murder, snakes, Kaeda has ✨daddy issues ✨, talks about committing murder, implications of death, blood, gore, the usual.

Pairing(s): Kaepex

Trudging through the forests of Fujimura, I hear crickets in the distance, along with the occasional growl of another infected animal. But they left me alone.  

‘Thank you, Mabel,’ I think, as the smell of fresh fruits waft through the air. But I ignore it, knowing that I can’t be tempted by the gifts of the woods. 

Who knows what’s safe out here.  

I was already in my new set of clothes, thankfully I only had an hour left before I’d see the palace gates. My mother once told me the palace was so large, the forests I was in right now merely served as a backyard for them. Or it used to be- until savage beasts started prowling the lands. 

To think only this morning I was still on the ship back to Dodomi.  

Cari’s last words to me ring in the back of my mind - “Don’t be too hard on her, okay?” 

The water princess’s pitifully striking blue eyes, ones that carried so much emotion. 

She must really care for Apex. 

Mabel’s blood still shone brightly against my skin, a reminder of what I still needed to do. 

I’m almost there. Suddenly, pain flares up in my side, and I can’t walk any further. 

Damnit! 

Leaning against a tree, I slowly inch down, trying not to cause any more pain- even though whimpers occasionally leave my mouth. I gingerly life my shirt up- only to be met with ugly purples and angry reds that now adorned the side of my torso.  

Dropping the fabric of my shirt again, I take a deep breath, getting up slowly. 

Cooling my hand slightly, I keep it placed over my side. Just as the nursemaid back on Watarumi said; When in doubt, ice it.  

And then I kept moving. 

I couldn’t waste any more time. 

My thoughts wander again, as I think about what we’d have to do once I find Apex. 

We’d have so find some way to heal all on Dodomi – but of course we were mildly inconvenienced by the fact that it was virtually impossible so that was wonderful. 

Perhaps there was a way we could ask the gods for help.  

I hear some ruslting in the distance – except this time, it was a lot closer. 

Damnit. 

I didn’t have any weapons, meaning no way to defend myself. 

Unless I used my Reya. 

But slowly freezing the blood of an animal driven by its sole instinct to survive was heartlessly cruel. 

In the end though, it was all of Dodomi or one animal. 

And so, letting energy course through my veins, I feel the air around my fingertips slowly become chilly – the humidity making it easier to freeze the water molecules in the oxygen around me, forcing it to take its solid form. 

My entire arm was now enveloped in a frozen gauntlet – and with the right contact, it would freeze the bloodstream of the creature awaiting me. 

But I couldn’t stray from the path.  

So, I let the animal find me.  

HIISSS!! 

The robust serpent slithered out of the tree it was hiding in – its head probably the size of the sole of my foot. 

Like the leopard from before, its eyes were bloodred, its scales reflecting the dull moonlight that peeked through the thing canopy of trees above.  

But this time – the hungry and predatorial look in its eyes was only met by the icy stare I had mastered so many years ago. 

Eyes devoid of emotion, soulless grey storms, churning pits of emptiness. 

I learnt from the best, after all. 

As it lunged to sink its fangs into my thigh, I lifted my foot, and bringing it down to what would be its neck, transferring the ice around my hand to create an icy boot, successfully freezing the snake’s airways shut.  

The reptile – nothing more than a limp rag on the ground – started to ooze a disgusting blue acid-like liquid from its mouth, and the scent burned my nostrils, so I turned and moved on. 

But my heart pounded in my ears, almost disbelieving how short that struggle was. I killed something with such natural ease... 

I was just like him. 

Tyrion Loki Cynet, King of Khaenpani and my birth father, eyes colder than the violent sea that smashed against the cliffs around our kingdom.  

Just the thought of it built a sour taste in my mouth. As it always did when I thought about him. Only worried about how I behaved not how I felt. It was always about the outside with him. 

He would always be a better king than father. Always concerned about his reputation his image, his legacy.  

He was the youngest brother in his family – his hold on the throne was barely there. But then, after a brutal battle with a known gang of bandits in the area, he was given the nickname the Stained Prince – for the blood he spilt that stained our snowy fields of Khaenpanii. And with the fame it brought him – the people thought he would be the most fit to protect them – and they pushed for him to be crowned heir. 

7 years later, he was crowned king. 

His reputation.  

After I was born, I realized I had not one father but two. One was a strict but well-meaning ruler who wanted the best for his people. The other only showed himself at home, creating a dictatorship within his own home.  

HIs image. 

The five years I had known him, he had only talked to me about one thing and one thing only. And that was how I had to become Syla for the Cynet family – how I born for that, and for that only. Every day of my childhood was filled with him forcing my deference to his every will and command. He had shaped my goals into his. 

HIs legacy. 

And now, I was becoming just like him, taking life without a single thought in my mind. 

Damnit. 

*** 

Crunch. 

Crunch. 

Crunch. 

My feet ached as I neared the final stretch of my journey, begging me to stop, but I was almost there. 

And as the gates of Asraxvale came into view, my heart leapt in my chest. 

I did it. 

Thank the gods. 

The gates were chipped and rusted shut, but I had expected as much. It only confirmed my suspicions that Espyns could be affected by this virus as well. 

So I climbed over it, my feet finding footholds in the wrought iron, before reaching the top. I swung my legs over the gate and jumped down – the smooth stone path underneath my feet thankfully lead me to the main entrance of the palace.  

Everything felt off though, it just seemed...too easy. 

But I could just be paranoid after the forest. So, pushing the twisting feeling in my gut away, I made my way to the palace gates, pushing the grand doors open just to hear the big thud reverberate through the empty halls. 

And laying on the floor, in a pool of blood, was Princess Adrienne ‘Apex’ Pyracent. 

#adrienne “apex” pyracent #kaeda leona cynet #kaepex #star crossed haters #kaeda x apex #my writing #creative writing #writers block #writer #writing #writers and poets #writers on tumblr #rising star writes #writeblr #writiers on tumblr #the cloud archives ☁️

[stray-kaz]

A Better Distraction : a Jesper Fahey x reader FF : Eight

Jesper had departed with Kaz, disgruntled but loyal, and Inej had vanished a minute or so after them to keep an eye out from the rooftops of the city. This left you with Nina, who soon beckoned Matthias over.

“Why don’t you take the princess out for a walk? She’s cooped up here so much it’s a wonder her legs still work at all!”

She winked at you and stole back the remainder of her waffle.

“Go on, off with you both.”

Matthias held out a hand to help you to your feet and guided you to the door, your hand resting in the crook of his elbow, like a true gentleman.

Still waiting across the street from the entrance of the Sat, Bryn could not believe his luck when he saw you emerge, guarded only by the giant Fjerdan. No Heartrender, no Wraith, no molasses skinned Zemeni with eyes full of you.

He made his move.

You didn’t see him coming and neither did Matthias. You were walking together in companionable silence and then suddenly, he grunted, his eyes rolled to the whites and he toppled to the pavers, felled like a tree. You gaped at him, wide eyed, and then turned, heart hammering, to see your cousin looming over you, billy club raised like a winner’s baton. He brought it down and your legs melted away from under you.

Dusk had fallen by the time Jesper came sauntering back to the Slat, Kaz and Inej at either side of him. He had plans for you that involved melted chocolate and revealed skin. But as the grimy moonlight cracked through the clouds and glinted off something round and metal in the dirt, those plans died in his mind. As the others watched, he knelt and brushed aside leaves and muck to pick up the gunmetal ring he had given you in the morning, the glow of fire still illuminating your skin against his. He had slipped it onto your thumb, the only finger it would fit, and kissed the tip before whisking away to dress before you could thank him.

And now here it was lying on the ground, and it felt as if someone had dumped ice cold water down the back of his neck.

“What is it, Jes?” Inej asked, placing a careful hand on his shoulder.

“I gave this to her this morning after we -” he stopped speaking, biting his lip.

Kaz looked away, impatient, but Inej drew Jesper to his feet.

“Maybe she just dropped it” she said calmly, aiming to soothe.

In answer, Jesper shoved through the door to the Slat, knocking aside two Dregs members gossiping right in front of it. They started to snipe at him, but one look at his expression shut their mouths, voices dying in their throats as Jesper caught sight of Matthias sitting at the opposite end of the room, Nina sitting close beside him. She saw Jesper first and stood up to fend him off, but he would not be fended, not tonight.

His long strides ate up the distance until he could slam the ring down on the table in front of them. Matthias’ eyes flicked to it and then warily back to Jesper’s face. Jaw clenched, muscles ticking, irascible hands dancing over the handles of his revolvers.

“Who” was all he could say, and it wasn’t a question.

“My guess is her cousin. He came up behind us and knocked me out” Matthias told him.

Jesper kicked a chair out and sat down hard. He reached out to grab the ring and slid it back onto his middle finger, feeling it ghost cold over his skin.

“Nina” he said, and lifted his head to meet her watchful gaze. “We are going to tear this city apart. I will burn it to ash if I have to.”

She nodded and Jesper felt a familiar hand alight on his shoulder once more.

“I’m coming, too” Inej said quietly.

You woke with a throbbing pain at both the top and base of your skull, and it occurred to you in the midst of the blinding headache that your cousin had hit you twice, once to knock you out and once to make sure you stayed that way.

Groaning, you pushed yourself up onto your hands and knees and felt your body sway. The floor and the walls were moving. You closed your eyes and pressed your forehead against the cool floor. You were on board a flying ship. You were out of Ketterdam, moving away from Jesper with every beat of a wing.

The sound of footsteps made you realise you weren’t alone and you raised your head to stare into the cool unflinching gaze of your cousin.

“You’re awake” he said, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall.

“No thanks to you” you snapped back, forcing yourself to stand.

You rocked on your feet, suddenly aware that you were barefoot. The rotten sod had taken your boots so you were weaponless. The fingers of your left hand moved to your right to fiddle with the ring Jesper gave you, but it wasn’t there. You closed your eyes again briefly; it was a small thing, but you suddenly felt bereft, set adrift.

“Where are you taking me?” you asked, even though you had already guessed.

“Home” Bryn answered, smirking. “Your parents and mine are waiting for you. The wedding has been moved up to a week from now. You will spend that week chained to your bed.”

You arched your eyebrows.

“Afraid I’ll run for it again?” you asked snidely.

Before he could answer, you flicked a narrow thread of flame in his direction, straight above his eyes. He shrieked, and when the flame disappeared, his eyebrows were singed off. You couldn’t help your amused smirk as you cocked your head to look up at him.

“Oh, I do hope they’ll grow back before the wedding!”

He growled and lifted his club, but you held up your hands again, flames spreading between your palms.

“I am not defenseless now” you warned. “I may not have been fully trained, but I am not useless. And I’ve been practicing.”

That was a bald faced lie, but Bryn didn’t know that. Jesper would have been proud.

Bryn sneered and turned his back on you, ducking out of the little space and heading back to where you supposed the controls were.

“This marriage will be a sham” you muttered to yourself. “I’ll kill you in your sleep.”

In Ketterdam, a building was on fire, flames licking at the sky. Jesper walked away from it without looking over his shoulder, and tossed a detonator into the shadows. If no one talked soon, he would burn it all down.

#jesper fahey #jesper fahey x reader #shadow & bone #liss writes #jesper x reader

[witch-sweets]

WHAT HAVE I DONE? I JUST WROTE A SUPER LONG FIC ABOUT QUEEN VANESSA THATS WHAT!

And it's a songfic

Also technically a horror fic because people die and stuff gets spooky

Please read the warnings in the tags before you read they are very serious

Killer Queen

"Earth to Crown boy!" The Prince snapped out of his thoughts "Sorry Lune!" "we have a test to do focus!" Right! he had completely forgotten. he was in the middle of studying the divorce process this was important! a smug smile appeared on his blue haired classmate. "your thinking about her aren't you~" Lune teased "how can i not!" "here we go again-" "she has beautiful silky blonde hair, she has eyes that shine like rubies, she is kind to all her subjects, her crown always sparkles-" "ok i get it your madly in love with her! some people aren't as lucky as you to score a literal queen!" "i mean she wasn't always a queen. i knew her before then infact! Ive know her for years." "If so then has she always been lovey-dovey around you?" The Prince looked at his classmate in confusion "what do you mean?" "its obvious she more head over heels than you are! it almost freaks me out how insanely in love she is!" he shifted his eyes away from Lune "i mean i guess shes always been like this even though i was the one to confess..." Lune looked at him with concern "just be careful ok? set boundaries, make sure she doesn't interfere with your life and your goals." "ok..."

"Princess ive returned!" the halls were silent claws marking the corridor. "i brought you flowers..." he said his voice unsure. "i thought you loved me!" even when she was upset there was still an air of elegance to her-wait upset? why was she upset? "my love what are you talking about?" he was confused to say the least. "YOU WERE HOLDING HANDS WITH HER!" "m-my love i dont know what your taking about how about we dicuss it over some tea?" "TEA WONT FIX YOUR TREACHERY!" he stepped back. ok maybe she was more upset then he thought but why? what did he do... "i understand your upset Nessa how about you explain what i did wrong-" an icicle shot up from the floor nearly impaling his chest right where his heart would be. "YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DID! YOU WERE WITH HER!" who was she talking about? "N-Nessa please lets try to handle this maturely-" he felt ice cold claws swipe across his cheek. there she was staring straight through his soul with gleaming ruby red eyes, her crown glittering against the ice haphazardly spread across the walls. "N-Nessa p-please?" "GUARDS! LOCK HIM AWAY I NEVER WANT TO SEE HIS TRAITOROUS FACE AGAIN!!!"

"Nessa PLEASE!" his screams were fruitless. tears began to trickle down his cheeks. He couldn't believe he fell for her-her perfect face, and sweet demeanor, and-and her crowns, and her manor, and those ruby red eyes! wait... no stay positive this will all blow over right? right. she would release him and apologize for her actions and they would hold hands under the moonlight and everything would be ok! right? YES! STOP DOUBTING! she didn't mean any of the things she said they had fights before and it always turned out ok! it was getting colder by the minute. it was spring though? unless she froze the entire manor in anger which he absolutely believed she would-wait no he didn't she was better than this... wasn't she? his thought flipped between blaming Vanessa and blaming himself to the point where he didn't know who's fault it was anymore. "VANESSA PLEASE CAN WE WORK THIS OUT?" it had been 2 years since he called her name but the situation was desperate enough to warrant it... it had been 1day and the dread was finally setting in... He wasn't getting out he was going to die down here but that didn't stop him from begging until his throat was sore and all he could do was cry. 4 days passed and he couldn't cry anymore all he could do was remain as he was until death claimed him... he had lost all hope. the 5th day exhaustion finally set in as the cold lulled him to sleep... for the rest of eternity.

it was a calm spring day in the village. Ivy had just sold some flowers to Prince and everything was normal... until it started snowing. the residents were confused. wasn't it the middle of spring? as the snow continued to fall a dark shadow set over the village. the storm started small beginning as a strange but tame snowfall but as time moved on the winds slowly grew intense and the snow soon flurried to the point it was hard to see, the wind so rapid it could blow away a small animal with ease. and then the ice began to appear. spiking out of the ground nearly impaling several villagers. as it spread throughout the village blocking any possible exits. and in that moment all HELL broke lose. The ice began to encase people everyone running in fear from the crystals cold grasp but it was futile as more and more people were encased in an icy demise. screams echoed through the woods as everyone ran and panicked in fear. until SHE showed up... a shadowy figure with tangled hair black as the void, long claws tipped with frost, and ruby red eyes gleaming with malice. deranged laughter rang throughout the land as more and more villagers were frozen solid. children crying, adults praying to whatever god was out there for mercy, people hiding anywhere they could all in futile attempt to escape the fate that awaited them. once the last child was frozen the Queen let out a mad cackle as she returned to her manor... the woods were quiet once more...

Hat Kid had no idea what she was getting into. the cold wasteland greeted her. It was nothing like the rest of the woods to the point she was unsure of her choice don't get her wrong she did NOT want to touch an outhouse but at he same time the icy graveyard that awaited her wasn't a very good alternative. as she approached the manor she could feel eyes on her but she didn't know where. there were those weird shaped ice spikes coming from the ground but they were just ice... right? walking through the cellar was nauseating she could barely stand. she heard voices from all around her. desperate screams for someone named Vanessa to come back and when the screams ceased she heard familiar laughter ring out from all around her. she plugged her ears but i did nothing to cease the manic echoey laughs. once she crawled out of the cellar she managed to stand back up and shamble towards a door strange whispering surrounding her as she limped. "WHOS THERE WHO DARES ENTER MY HOME!" she fell onto her back as the floor began to shake and a blinding red glare filled her vision. she tried to stand but she couldn't. a large shadowy figure lunged at her grabbing her by her neck and slamming her against a wall. ice began to creep around her as she screamed for someone-ANYONE to help her! but it was no use... she stared the monster in its ruby red eyes right before shutting them. she didn't want the last thing she saw to be a monster. The ice creeped further and further up her neck. she just wanted it to be over already she BEGGED for it to be over soon. she felt drowsy she could barely stay awake... it was too cold.

"should've seen her back in the day kid! like dynamite with a laserbeam!" the spirit taunted her. she was already having a hard time avoiding the security penguins. "WHO? WHO ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT IM KINDA BUSY RIGHT NOW!" she leaped across sandbags and rolled onto to next platform "oh nobody of importance i thought you knew that kid?" she didn't admit it but she did know who he was talking about. he was talking about the The ice reaper, The Ruler who snapped... The Killer Queen...

#a hat in time #ahit #ahit snatcher #ahit the prince #ahit queen vanessa #ahit hat kid #Cw death #cw child death #cw abuse #Lots of people die #Prince dies (obviously) #Hat Kid suffers #Angst #The ending is kinda cheesy but idc #Hat Kid experiences some creepy visions in the manor #Think that moment is chapter 4 of batim where all the inky hands reach out of the walls #Yeah she's experiencing that #I think we as a fandom should start calling Vanessa The Ice Reaper #Cuz it's sick as hell

[pepperycar]

“Failed him?” Chapter 6: Alive, and well?

As Toad was just about ready to give up and head back to the apartment- *tap-tap* he heard it again, he pulled himself over the rubble towards the sound and scanned the debris, at first nothing, until finally a tiny glimpse of green caught his eye. Toad ran down to it and froze when he saw it was an arm. He carefully pushed some of the rubble out of the way and peered past the arm, his eyes widened when he saw Luigi, face blue in the moonlight with burns on his cheeks, his lips so dry they looked like cracked ground in a Desert. Toad quickly grabbed his arm, lifted the cuff of his glove and pressed his fingers to his wrist, after a few frantic seconds- ‘Ba-bump......’ Ba-bump......’ a pulse, weak and slow but there. Toad quickly looked behind him to see if the others were still there, they weren’t, no one seemed to be around, except- “Hey! Hey!” Toad cried out to the figure. Mayor Pauline was looking at the shattered windows of “Punch-out Pizzeria” writing something on her clipboard when she heard Toad calling “Hey!.. Princess Pauline?!” He cried “Mayor-“ She corrected then froze when she saw it was Toad calling her. She dropped her pen and clipboard and ran to his side immediately “what happened?! Did Mario try to-“ She was cut off when she saw Luigi’s arm In the rubble, she looked closer to see his face, only visible by the moonlight “help... help...” Toad said wheezing as he tried to lift smaller bits of debris off him. Pauline got to work immediately, pushing and pulling rubble out of the way~~~~~Back in the apartment, Mario’s Parents had laid him down on the living room couch, though asleep, they could see Mario had tears all down his face and bit on his shirt while breathing uneven and quickly. The whole family was back in the kitchen discussing were to go from there. “Well I’m afraid I’ve got a kingdom to restore.. I’ll be taking my leave now if that’s okay Princess Peach ma’lady.” Said KP looking almost guilty “of course,” Said Peach “I’ll stay a bit longer but please, if you pass any of my Toad workers make sure they take a break.” “I’ll do it.” Said Cranky “I’ve got a bunch of Kongs to calm down and some kart repairs to sort out. I’ll make sure all your people got back to the village safely.” Peach gave him a thankful nod and he and KP headed for the door. As the door opened Toad was standing in front of everyone panting like he’d just ran a marathon “Toad? You okay?!” Asked Peach concerned. “You-you guys are never going to BELIEVE this!” He panted. Everyone looked confused for a second before they all looked above him and their jaws dropped, there was Mayor Pauline, holding under her shoulder Luigi. He was barley standing, breathing to fast and shaking, his eyes barely able to stay open. Pauline pushed him in through the door and Toad took over, placing Luigi’s left hand on his head, pressing his hand to Luigi’s waist for support. Uncle Tony jumped out of his seat and ran over to the fridge while their niece (Madelyn) ran to the sink cupboards and grabbed a large measuring jug, filling it with ice cold water. Tony came back with some leftover cheese toasties and helped Madelyn give him the jug. By this point the rest of the family were hugging him tightly, his Grandad being the one to shoo everyone off as Tony came back with the jug. His Mother and Uncle Arthur held him for support while his dad came in with clean pyjamas and Aunt Marie with a towel and blanket. Luigi’s hands shock violently as he took the jug, prompting Peach to come over and help hold it for him. KP and even Cranky couldn’t help but smile at this, Cranky looked at KP as if to say ‘let’s give them all some alone time.’ KP nodded, and passed Pauline with a bow “Like I Said very stubborn and brave!” He Said almost proud and left. Pauline was now standing in the kitchen with a small smile as Luigi chugged the water down. Her phone buzzed and as she checked it her smile faded “I must go! ‘Mayoral duties’” she said sounding annoyed “of course.” Said their Dad looking grateful, their Grandad held the door open for her. -To be continued.

Ao3 is down currently so might be a while before this chapter and the next end up on there.

[hanayori89]

Revealed in the Moonlight

*Ordon Village*

It felt good to be your true self. You and the moon lay your secrets bare to one another. This was a no-judgment zone. You stepped out of the itchy garments that protected your Twili markings. You tiptoed into the spring, dipping your big toe in to check the temperature. The water was soothing against your tired limbs. You decided that despite how pretty the Hylian body was, it didn't feel limitless like your Twili body. You took the time alone to actually admire what your new form looked like. 

You hadn't returned to your previous pallor. The tranquil surface of the spring acted as the perfect mirror to admire your markings. They seemed dull in your reflection. No doubt this was part of Midna's spell. It wasn't quite midnight yet, so you hadn't reverted back to your Twili form. You eyed the flat color of the turquoise design that began at your shoulder blade. It twisted down your spine, sprawling over your back. In your realm, your markings were quite rare. They had transformed you into quite a unique beauty. While Twili didn't obsess over the physical, they did obsess over their markings. They were idiosyncratic to our tribes. To our identities. You were also grateful, for your markings were easy to hide beneath clothing. 

Castle Town had been a bust. The palace was equipped with the finest soldiers of Hyrule. You expected nothing less. You thought you could bluff the guards and gain admittance into the castle. You claimed to be a messenger of the Hero of Twilight. They would have nothing of it. Apparently, he was a regular figure at the castle. You thought his relationship with Midna made you special in their hierarchy. You realized you came off a tad entitled. You were merely Midna's disciple after all. But she had made it sound like she and Zelda were so close. You couldn't help but be taken aback by the lack of acknowledgment of Midna in this realm. The guards didn't bat an eyelash at the mention of her name. You asked if you returned with the hero, if you could be granted access to an assembly with the princess. Their response? As long as official intel allowed you in, you would be granted the access you sought. 

The next step was simple. You would have to find the Hero of Twilight.

You did manage to buy some clothing that would help keep your identity inconspicuous. You also tried something known as "ice cream." The vendor had called it bee larvae ice cream. It had honeycomb crisps combined with swirls of honey. You had never tasted something so delicious. The richness of the honey made the ice cream that much smoother. It was most odd to think something frozen could be so enjoyable. You were only allotted a specific allowance from Midna. The currency in this realm were known as "rupees." Like the limits of the Hylian body, it seemed even their currency was also finite.

You knew you had to be more responsible and stave off the debauchery. You wanted to escape the rowdiness of Castle Town. You decided to ask the vendor if he had any recommendations for a more serene place you could visit. When the vendor mentioned the Ordon Spring, you became intrigued. The vendor mentioned the spring and its rumored healing prowess. He also said it was one of the most tranquil locales in Hyrule, besides Lake Hylia. You had just left Ordon. You were certain that, thanks to Link, you could find your way back. 

You departed the ice cream shop, leaving the dismayed vendor shouting a series of numbers at you. You realized it was his address, and he was asking you on something known as a date. The thought made you chuckle to yourself. What was a date like? Maybe you should have gone?

Once you made your way back to Hyrule Field, you felt instant relief wash over you. The energy of Castle Town made you slightly jittery. You weren't used to so much rambunctious energy. Perhaps with more visits, the jitters would disappear. I hope all of Hyrule isn't so boisterous. You just needed to escape to a place of peace. As you made your trek across the field, you couldn't help but think about Link. You decided you would banish all thoughts of him once the blue sky vanished behind dusk. You didn't like that he was occupying your thoughts so much.

You submerged yourself beneath the water and shot up, shooting a mini cannon of water out of your mouth. You let out a hearty laugh. Everything was so new to you. You continued to float in the spring, allowing your body to be weightless. You couldn't help but wonder in which direction you would float next. You hoped it would be somewhere close to where the Hero of Twilight resided. 

*

Link had been following her trail all day. First, she hit a few clothing stores. He noticed she would pick up the same modest articles of clothing. It definitely reaffirmed his suspicions from earlier.  Among the arsenal were long skirts, long-sleeved shirts, and baggy dresses. Link found it cute when she would crinkle her nose slightly at something she found unattractive. Shoving it back on the rack, she eagerly moved on to her next piece. He didn't see what she bought. He surmised she must have found something appropriately stylish, as she left the store with a bag in hand. Then she made her way to Hyrule Castle. This is where Link really wanted to devote his attention.

He tried to finagle his way within earshot of her and the guards that stood entry. He couldn't make out what was transpiring. When he was certain she was out of sight, he walked up to the guards. The two guards who were on entry duty were known as Val and Fabian. Through Val and Fabian, Link learned the mystery girl was trying to impersonate herself as his personal messenger. Except she called him the "Hero of Twilight." No one in this realm knew him as such besides two people: Midna and Zelda. Link began to roam Castle Town to see if he could catch a glimpse of her. It wasn't until he heard a vendor yelling at someone that he realized she was departing Castle Town. 

Link cornered the vendor. "Excuse me, the woman that was just here - where did she go?" The vendor slapped a scoop of ice cream in a bowl and passed it to an eager child. "She was asking for recommendations on more secluded locations in Hyrule. I sent her to Ordon Spring." The vendor glanced in Link's direction and began to flounder. "Oh-h Mr.Link, forgive me. Would you like any ice cream?" 

"No, that's quite alright." Link did his best to give the vendor a friendly smile. "What was the ruckus about?" A faint blush crept on the vendor's face. "Mr. Link, if you see that girl, could you ask her out for me? I tried, but I think I came on too strong. Also, she wouldn't say no if you asked her out, I'm sure." If only you knew, Link thought to himself. Link gave an abrupt wave and ran back towards Epona. He knew she was going back to Ordon. Link decided to observe her closely before he moved in for questioning. He also decided to pay Mayor Bo a visit. When he first met her, he was so charmed by her beauty that he didn't hear her name. 

Either way, he no longer had to worry too much. It sounded like whatever her goal was, she needed to play nice with the Hero of Twilight. The thought of seeing her again thrilled him more than it should have.

So here Link sat, completely in stealth, at Ordon Spring. Mayor Bo had said her name was Y/N. Link recognized it, but he wasn't sure from where. He waited patiently, staged behind a bush. Once he saw her arrive, he saw her begin to undress. Despite Link's popularity with women, he was no cad. He looked away, waiting to hear the sound of her submerging herself beneath the water. Once she had, he waited to see if he could make out her markings. Sure enough, she floated slightly above the water, revealing intricate patterns of lines that swept from her shoulder blade down her back. There was no mistaking it. She was indeed a Twili.

Link continued to watch Y/N behave like a child. Splashing around in the water like a newborn in a bathtub. She would disappear, only to spring up and gleefully shoot small water cannons from her mouth. Each time she did this, she would laugh at herself. Link was secretly laughing with her. It filled him with delight to see such a vulnerable side to her. Compared to the impenetrable one from this morning. 

Link noticed a curtain of pollen spores that streaked downward throughout the night sky, threatening his nose with a harsh tickle. "AHH," Link covered his mouth with his hands. He felt his chest heave as a sneeze was trapped within him, begging to be let loose. Goddesses, I mustn't sneeze. She will think I am no better than the foul goats we herd here in Ordon. Link waited a few seconds; convinced the sneeze had disappeared. Until the familiar tickle emanated in front of his nose once again. An ear-splitting sneeze ruptured through the peace of the spring. Link heard Y/N begin to splash in the water, alarmed. Birds flew out of the trees ahead in fear. Link wasn't sure, but it even felt like the spring itself reacted to his sneeze, rippling in all different directions.

Link saw Y/N jump from the spring. He quickly buried his head in his hands so as not to look. He heard the ruffling of clothes. Then he heard the sound of bushes rustling. Until finally, he heard his bush rustle, causing him to release another deafening sneeze. 

"Oh, oh my! OH NO!" Link looked up and saw Y/N. The panic was clearly visible from the furrowed line on her forehead. She began to stalk away from him, terrified. He couldn't let her escape. He couldn't let her run away from him. Not like this. Link sprung to his feet. "Wait! Please, let me explain! Please don't run away!" 

Link quickly picked up his pace until he saw Y/N stumble over a weed, falling face first. 

"Goddesses! Are you alright?" Link slid on the dirt and fell to his knees beside you. 

"My ankle! Why does my ankle feel this way?" Little droplets of water became aroused in your eyes from the searing pain. Link gently touched your ankle, "Let's get you into the spring. It will heal it if it's injured. Does this hurt?" He applied gentle pressure with the tips of his fingers on different areas of your ankle.

Before you could answer, something glimmered in your eye. It distracted you from the throbbing radiating from your ankle up your leg. Link caught your eyes, realizing you had grown completely silent. 

You reached out your hand towards Link. His mouth slightly opened, shocked by the initiation of touch. He let you grab his hand, and you guided it upward so that the light of the moon could illuminate it. You studied the symbol ingrained on Link's hand. You knew what this symbol was. You've only seen it in every history book in your realm. 

It was the sacred Triforce. You stared at Link, the boy with the fluffy, bright bangs and expressive blue eyes. He wasn't just a rancher. He was also the Hero of Twilight.

A/N: Edited 10/25/22

It looks like you finally found the Hero of Twilight. Will he be able to aid you on your quest to become Hylian?

Check out my other completed Zelda work- No Woman Beyond

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[yahahahahaha-you-found-me]

I wrote a little thing for an enemies to lovers story with some mention of characters from one of my fantasy plotlines but,,, here it is :)

She shuddered, sitting up. Cold, deep cold, seeping into her limbs.

Where was she?

There was a bed beneath her, soft, inviting her to sleep. She sunk into its mattress, as if it were to engulf her.

Sleep, fall unto me.

The room around her was the color of midnight, the blankets, the walls, the dresser in a far corner- the floor was quartz, like moonlight etched with veins of silver and the drapes closeting her bed like sheets of ebony.

“Why am I here?” She utters softly, the words feeling heavy upon her lips in the unbroken silence.

“Ah, you’re awake.”

A tall man, who’s figure comprised of gold and red and pale yellow approached her, pulling back one of the drapes with a clawed hand. He had eyes that shimmered like a dragon’s hoard, and the whites of his eyes were more the shadows of its lair. His hair was like fire, deep red, wild and flying in every which direction, coming down to his waist.

“Took you long enough, princess.”

Her jaw clenched.

“Who are you? Where am I?” She repeated, her voice edged with ice. Her wrists felt cold- engraved with shackles. Metal shackles engraved with runes, they had no chains.

“I am Lucien, though I doubt you know my name, since I’ve only just begun my conquest.” He grinned, running a hand along one of six antler-like horns crowing his head, two on his temple, two protruding from his brow, and two on his jaw. “I am the youngest of the Brothers. That should be a familiar name to you.”

A chill ran through her arms.

The Sons of the Mother of Shadow.

“You’re a Son of Lillith?” She held herself high, staring him in the eye.

He dipped his head. “And you’re Etheria,

daughter of Thoma. No introduction needed. As for where you are, welcome to Etherpoint, my dear. A castle I built in dedication to you.” He said spreading his arms to gesture at the room around her, golden bracers sparkling.

She felt as if her stomach was in her throat, burning as the words were stuck in her mouth.

Who was this prince of evil, and why did he know so much of her?

“Am I your trophy then? Why did you bring me here?” She sniffed, tilting her chin upwards.

“It is quite simple princess. I’m using you as leverage to convince your sisters into giving me the land called Fyjor.” He said, yawning. “If they do not heed my request, I’ll wed you and have you for my own.”

Hmph. Straight to the point, wasn’t he?

“I care not who you are, but you risk the wrath of Celestia the Just by bringing me here.” She said sternly, fingers clenching into fists. “I demand you release me at once.”

The look in his eyes seemed apologetic, but his voice was no less coy than before.

“I’m afraid that will not be happening, princess. I plan to be ruler of Fyjor after all is said and done.” He admitted, tilting his head. “But I’m not unreasonable. You’ll be free to roam the castle and the

grounds-“ he walked over to one of the windows next to her bed and waved her over. “The boundary walls will be your only limit.”

She rose, peering outside around his shoulder.

Beyond the window were impressive green gardens, cobbled stone walkways and statues weaving through them; fountains, balconies, pillars.

This was dedicated to her?

Focus, Etheria.

She willed a knife to form in her hand, but it felt empty. Cold, just as before. Her eyes roved to his waist where two long bone-like swords far too large for her were strapped-

Cupping her chin in one hand, he tilted her face to his level. “My eyes are up here, princess.”

Her cheeks burned. He was wearing little, two straps of fabric diagonally wrapped about his chest, bracers, pauldrons, and shin guards, and long baggy pants. His body was toned with muscle, which she couldn’t help but notice now.

“Don’t flatter yourself.” She said with as much disgust as she could muster, jerking away, a hand to her chest. His nails were sharp, if his touch had been less gentle she suspected it would have pierced her skin.

“I meant no insult.” He said amiably, walking some distance to the other side of the room, a hand resting on one of his jagged swords. “You’ll find that your magic has no affect here. The shackles you wear restrict it. And no, you cannot break them.”

Her gaze snapped from the stone step she was considering slamming the shackles on back to him.

“And what do you intend to do with leadership of Fyjor?” She said, clasping her hands behind her back.

“Rule it, clearly.” He watched her out of the corner of his eye. “It’s a highly profitable country, despite being so young. Do you know how many others have their eyes on this land?”

“Evidently I do not.” She admitted, her fingers tightening around her hand.

“You ought to be keeping an eye on such matters.” He grinned, circling the room, inspecting the furniture. What was he doing? “Tell me- is Celestia as unobservant as you?”

“I’m afraid I wouldn’t have noticed.” She replied coldly, standing eerily still.

“Ah. Fell right into that one didn’t I?” He stopped at the doors to her room, pushing them open. “Well I have some arranged conquering to attend to. Enjoy your castle.”

[sorielys19-blog]

For the fans that like Tv Show Moonlight 2007, I’m writing a story in wattpad call The Stranger Of My Past since there’s not much story of Mick St John with reader, so here I let the Prologue of the story and the link of the story and I hope you all like it

Year 1985

Audrey.....POV

I was getting ready to go to bed and helping my little sister Beth who is 4 year old and I am 7 year old, our mom put us in bed and read us our favorite story 'Beauty and The Beast' , when me and Beth start to get sleeping but we didn't want to go to sleep, but our mom saw us trying not to sleep, so our mom stop reading and put the bookmark in the book and put it in the table that's between our beds and turn the princess light lamp and give us kiss in our heads

"Good night my little princesses " mom said with a smile

"Good night mommy" we said at the same time and lay down

About a few minutes I heard something and I start to get scared so I got out of my bed and run to Beth because I'm worry about her and scared

"Beth.. Beth wake up" I said whispering at her and my sister wake up and look at me and the sound came back, me and Beth get more scared and look around but we couldn't see anything because it was dark, we were going to turn on the lamp until we feel hands in our mouths to keep from screaming and suddenly we saw everything black.

When I woke up and I was in a pink room with little bit of light and no windows and look around scared, there was a lot of toys, teddy bears , dolls and a kitchen set toys with the tables set and I look for my sister and I saw my sister in the other side of the dark and pink room...scared

"Beth are you ok"I said to her and she start to cry and hug me tight

"I want mommy Rey.....I want to go back to mommy !"Beth said crying and I hug her and then I heard a door open and someone came down the stair and we get scared and start crying , when the person came down I saw a woman with long wavy dark brown hair in a black dress with high black heels and she saw us in the floor and came to us and I get in front of my sister and she look at me and smile at me and my sister.

"Hey honeys" the woman said and walk thought us and I trying to be brave

"Stay away from us and take us back to our mom"I said at the woman and she smile at me

"But I'm your mother now and everything is going to be okay"the woman said at me trying to touch my check and I hit her hand away from us and hold my sister tight while she cry

"I said stay away from us and take us back home!"I said mad and she just push me down to the ground with a strength that it hurts so much I start crying and she pick my sister up and Beth trying to fight her, but she couldn't and the woman put her in the bed and then she pick me and I fight her back and I hit her face and for a moment her eyes change to a sliver blue eyes and she have fangs and then she change to normal and I got scared, when she put me in the bed with my sister and we were crying , she just smile at us she said

"It's okay baby girls, you have to go to bed now, you need to get some sleep tonight....you know why?...because you both are going to meet your new daddy tomorrow...isn't great...I'm gonna take you to meet your new daddy"the woman said putting the blanket on use while we're crying and she kiss our heads...her lips were cold like ice....then she left us and locking the door behind her and Beth look at me with tears in her eyes

"Rey do you think mommy, daddy or someone will find us and save us " Beth said whispering at me and I look at her and give her a small smile

"I know they will find us and save us from that woman and we will be back home with mommy and daddy...why don't you trying to sleep and I stay wake so that no one come especially her..okay"I said and my sister hug me and close her eyes and she fall asleep and look up and start to imagining the sky and I remember that my mom once told me if I need help, all I have to do is talk to the angels in the sky.

"Please...please sent someone to save us...send a guardian angel to saves us and takes us back home"I said and close my eyes to sleep

Mick....POV

I returned home from Josef's house because it was poker night and we were all there until 1:30am I was going to the kitchen to get a drink when the door of my office start to ring and I went to the the door and before I open I smell and it was a human woman...a mother..desperate mother,I open the door and see the woman with blonde hair with tears in her eyes and in her shaking hands there was two photos and the woman look at me like if I was their last hope

"Are....you..Mick St John, the private investigator?"the woman said hopefully that I’m the person she is looking for

"Yes I'm? I said and out of nowhere she hug me ,crying out of control

"Please...please, please I'm begging you...help me... someone took my daughters"the woman said and show me the two photos...two little girls...something doesn't see right about this, I let the woman came in my office and sit down in the chair and sit down in my chair and look at her and give her a glass of water

"It okay, everything is going to be fine, take a deep breath and tell me the situation about the kidnapping of your two daughters...Mrs...."I said and she take a deep breath and drink a little bit of the water, then look at me

"Mrs.Turner"She said and she put the cup down

"Linda Turner"Linda said to me and I give her a small smile

"Well Linda, tell me what happend?"I said

"On Monday night, I was at home with my two little girls, while my husband was at work, I was getting them ready to go to bed and when they finish, I read them their favorite story every night and they fall asleep and when me and my husband went to wake them up, they were...gone...my babies were gone.. and the most strangest thing is no door was open, everything was locked up, so nobody couldn't get inside the house and they still get inside and take my daugthers....it has been two days and the polices couldn't find nothing and they want us to give up on finding our daughters because there no evidence...how could they tell that to a mother , when all she want is her babies "Linda said crying and while i was listening, all i can think is how they could take two little girls from their house without make noices with the doors, their shoes, and leave without a trace of them or fingers mark.

"May i see the photo of them please"i said and she nob and give me the frist photo.

"this is my little one,Her name is Beth Turner, she is 4 years old"Linda said and i look at the picture of the one of the girls, Beth has short wavy blonde hair with blue eyes like th ocean with smile that could make everybody smile with her and then Mrs. Turner show me the last one.

"and this is my oldest one, Her name is Audrey Turner, her sister call her Rey, she is 7 years old, she is the most mature little girl" Linda said as she show me the picture and i saw the most beautiful little girl, she has long wavy red hair like fire and her eyes are a silver blue eyes.

"I help you to find your daughters,Mrs. Turner and if may I ask you if I can go to investigate your house now"I said and she look at me with hope in her eyes

"yes!!...yes you can"Linda said and i went to get my jacket and we got out the office to go to her house.

when we got there, I went to the girls room to trying to find a clue or something about the girls or the person who took them and suddenly I smell a scent ...3 differnt scent and one of those scent was making me thirsting and I follow the scent and lead me to one of the two beds that was in the room and when I look that the bed the was a name in the wall and it said 'Audrey' and when I smell again it was her scent, it was like roses...I start to ignore the thirst and smell the other scent and it was Beth's scent and I walk around the room trying to find the other scent when I got close to the basement of the house that was right where the girls sleep I realize that the 3 scent it was familiar and until I remember that scent...it was her..I feel my vampire side come out the second I realize who took the girls and hopefully she didn't do anything to them...I went downstairs to see Mrs. Turner wait for some news about her girls

"I have some evidence that I was going to take for dna tests to find out who take the girls"I said as I walk out the house

"Okay....please call me if you find them"Linda said

"I will Mrs. Turner "I said and I get in my car, pick my phone and call Josef for some help and think where would she be with the girls, until I get a message from a unknown number and when I open the message and read I realize it was her

"Come and meet me in the abandoned building that is close from where I live..you and I have unfinished business

Yours forever

Your wife

Coraline

Audrey....POV

Me and my sister wake up, when we heard someone unlocking the door and when we look, it was the woman in a white long dress with the same smile she give us when brought us here and in her hands, she has two same dress but one white and one black.

"We need to get you two ready, so you can meet your new daddy"the woman said give the white dress to my sister and the black to me and we got dress up and she pick us up and take us to an abandoned building all the way to the top to a room with no windows and the door was metal and the only light was lot of candles but it was still too dark and she suddenly look at the door and smile at us.

"Here come daddy girls "she said and suddenly she disappeared and I hug my sister.

"Rey, I'm scared" Beth said to me .

"Me too sister...me too"I said as I hold her and we stand still against the wall with a candle so we can see at least a little bit and we start to hear noises outside and suddenly the door open and we see a man with a flashlight in his hand and look where we were and I hold my sister to protect her and when he saw that he put both of his hands up and look at me

"It alright, I'm not going to hurt you or your sister..I'm here to take you both home"the man said as he take one step at time try to get closer to us and we heard something and we look and it was the woman hanging to the wall and came back down walking through us and holding me and my sister.

"I knew you would come...here we are, Mick....finally one big happy family with our two daughters" the woman said with a smile.

The man looks at us worry about what she was about to do

"Everything is going to be all right girls"the man said and at the woman

"You are not going to do this Coraline"the man said angry at her

"It'll work Mick...you, me and our babies"the woman said with her fangs out trying to reason him

"No! I'm not going to let you hurt those girls....no I can’t let you"the man said angry and the woman push us away and start to fight him and throwing him against the wall ...snarls, growling, glass breaking and pieces of wood broken and blood...my sister close her eyes as I hold her while they were fighting until he throws her against the wall and she get him again and she bite him in the neck and he push back with her on top of him until he had her down to the ground and holding her arms while she was growing and scream and he was looking for something and I saw on the ground a piece of wood stake and I push to him and he looks at me and I saw that his eyes were exactly like her except his wasn't scaring me and said

"Close your eyes Audrey"the man said and I hold my sister again and close them and suddenly a silent....then footsteps, I open my eyes, and he was in front of us and i look at him with blood in his face , he looks at us and open his arms

"Come on...I'm not going to hurt you...I'm going to take you home" the man said and my sister didn't move, so I put my small hand in his and he pick me up and then my sister and throw all the candles to the floor and close the door and when we look back the woman was trying to escape from the fire....screaming from the pain but it was too late she was dead......and we left and I look at him and said.

"Are you the guardian angel that the other angels sent to safe us"I said shy and scared.

The man looks at me and give me a small smile.

"You can say that"the man said as he walk out of the building with us in his arms

"Thank you, My guardian angel for saving me and my sister"I said and give a hug and my sister also give him a hug and he was tense, but he hug us back.

"Your welcome girls "the man said smile

And after that night that we were kidnapped we didn't see him again but I know that he will be watching over us until we...

I needed him again to keep me save from danger.

#moonlight #mick st. john #fanfic #vampires

[kurosawa-family]

Character Information #5

❝ To be heroic is to be courageous enough to die for something; to be inspirational is to be crazy enough to live a little. ❞

— Criss Jami in ❝Venus in Arms ❞

⟅☙⟆ Universe ⟅☙⟆

Multi-Fandom, that is, she doesn't belong to a specific universe. Although at first she was from the Diabolik Lovers Universe.

⟅☙⟆ Full Name ⟅☙⟆

Hela Kurosawa. Hela is Greek girl name and meaning of this name is "Moonlight", but if we talk about its Norse origin, its meaning is "goddess of the Underworld".

Kurosawa, which is his last name that he started living with from the age of thirty, means "Black Swamp" in Japanese.

⟅☙⟆ Kanji ⟅☙⟆

エラ

⟅☙⟆ Nickname ⟅☙⟆

“Princess” is the most common among her family, with her being the only daughter in the family until Shoma arrived. They still use the nickname though.

She's also called “Schöne Spinne”, which means "Beautiful Spider" in German.

⟅☙⟆ Age ⟅☙⟆

The third-born is no more than two hundred and nineteen years old, although physically she appears to be nineteen years old.

⟅☙⟆ Gender ⟅☙⟆

Female.

⟅☙⟆ Sexual Orientation ⟅☙⟆

Demi-romantic.

⟅☙⟆ Height ⟅☙⟆

180 cm.

⟅☙⟆ Weight ⟅☙⟆

70,49 kg.

⟅☙⟆ Blood Type ⟅☙⟆

O +

⟅☙⟆ Status ⟅☙⟆

Alive.

⟅☙⟆ Race ⟅☙⟆

Unknown.

She's is supposed to be a hybrid, but can reproduce without problems.

For now, she is simply the cross between a demon of unknown rank and a Foundress, just like her siblings.

⟅☙⟆ Birthday ⟅☙⟆

November twenty-one.

⟅☙⟆ Zodiac Sign ⟅☙⟆

Scorpio.

⟅☙⟆ Favorite Color ⟅☙⟆

Sage Green.

⟅☙⟆ Appearance ⟅☙⟆

The very same image of her father, from her hair to her eyes, Hela looks like a fragile, pettite young woman. She's slim, tall, and a good-looking girl. Long and wavy raven hair, round emerald eyes, and pear-shaped figure.

Her clothing is very "fancy", yet casual. She took inspiration from Aimer, since he's the brother she likes the most. Usually dressed in green, Hela loves being seen in comfortable, long-sleeved shirts and skirts. Dresses are not unusual, but not the clothing she uses the most. She wears other type of colors from time to time, but she only follow certain color palettes.

⟅☙⟆ Personality ⟅☙⟆

She's... definitely the most dangerous Kurosawa sibling when it comes to her anger issues.

Dont get me wrong, Hela's actually pretty much calm and upbeat most of the time, but she can be seen losing her temper with her younger siblings quite easily. She's not the most tolerant person when it comes to others she's not really close of either, especially when it comes to her own stuff. As someone that was around men most of the time, she's not used to "be a lady", so her playful attitude might come as rude to most girls her "age", both demons and humans. As difficult as it is, she has this specific group of friends, both male and female humans, that she would kill and die for, and it's all thanks to her extrovert spirit.

Still, when she's angry, everyone (even Hela herself) knows it's better to keep her alone to cool off than keeping a talk, but it seems like one certain sibling likes keeping her mad. Or maybe that's not even their intention, but their laughter at her anger just makes matters worse. Hela can't handle embarrassment and shame in general very well, so of course she gets aggressive. But when things get way too exhausting for her, she just breaks down and cries. Of course, the teasing stops that way, but it ends with Hela just closing her door with key and not getting out until she's ready to talk, make amends, and have a comfort meal (usually rainbow ice-cream).

Hela may got her short temper from her mother (multiplied by ten), but she also got the grace and the curiosity of everything, especially of the human world. That curiosity gets her in trouble half the time, but still, not really a negative trait she got. But unlike her parents, she's definitely more of a... Careless soul. Nothing bad about it! But it's worrying how easily she hurts herself by accident and she calls it an "adventure".

Also, she's quite the dreamer. Daydreaming all day is the best for her, and she will not give up her dreams to be in a little cabin in the woods with two cows and a rabbit. She won't.

⟅☙⟆ Relatives ⟅☙⟆

Yumeko "Nana" Kurosawa.

Hela's step-grandmother, former servant of the original Kurosawa family as well, and Ghoul.

She is currently alive.

Yvonne Beauchene.

Hela's mother, Foundress, and witch.

Currently alive.

August Kurosawa.

Hela's father, demon of unknown rank.

Currently alive.

Convoitise Kurosawa.

Hela's first older brother, race unknown.

Currently alive.

Aimer Kurosawa.

Hela's second big brother, race unknown.

Currently alive.

Varick Kurosawa.

Hela's second and last younger brother alongside Volker, race unknown.

Currently alive.

Volker Kurosawa.

Hela's third and last younger brother alongside Varick, race unknown.

Currently alive.

Shoma Komori.

Hela's adopted little (human) sister.

Currently alive.

⟅☙⟆ Favorite Food ⟅☙⟆

The Nanaimo bar is a no-bake dessert bar that traditionally consists of three layers: a graham wafer crumb and shredded coconut base, custard-flavoured butter icing in the middle, and a chocolate ganache on top.

Hela goes absolutely crazy with it. Whoever eats her little piece on the fridge is bound to a merciless death.

⟅☙⟆ Hoobies ⟅☙⟆

Gardening.

She loves keeping the plants around the house and the garden in peak condition. As someone with a family that has both human and demon-like nature around their house, Hela adores taking care of them and talking to them. Those "silly little plants" are her best source of comfort, and she honestly wouldn't know what she would do without them.

Cooking.

As much as her younger siblings hate cooking duty, Hela can't help but enjoying those simple moments of bonding she has when she has to cook, or wants to help the one cooking. She can't help but feel at ease, especially when her dad and her are in the kitchen. After all, the both of them a pretty alike.

Investigate.

As mentioned before, she has a YouTube channel touching mysteries and murders. Finding out the millions of stories and digging into them is a pleasure to Hela. Just digging and finding different versions is just what she lives for.

Flower Picking.

No, I will not elaborate. Just. Flower picking with the creatures in between the forest around her house. That's it.

⟅☙⟆ Occupation ⟅☙⟆

She has a YouTube channel where she tells any horror and terror-related story. Mysteries, legends, the works. She also works part-time as an English consultant.

⟅☙⟆ Relationships ⟅☙⟆

Yumeko "Nana" Kurosawa.

Would die for that woman, would sell her soul to BE that woman. She loves, just like her siblings, her grandpa. Nana is the best. The queen of the house. The everything. Her monthly visits are religious and shall be treated as such.

Yvonne Beauchene.

As the only daughter in the family, Yvonne and Hela are pretty close for a mother-daughter relationship. They have a girls' day for themselves every month, which is absolutely sibling-free. They go to a trip anywhere, go to a pretty nice hotel, and do whatever. Basically they're pretty much ok. They have a good relationship.

August Kurosawa.

The first (almost only) man she respects in this house. Hela loves her dad, and her being the only daughter, she just knows how much he loves her back. As embarrassing as he is sometimes when he treats her like a little girl (like the rest of her siblings), she just can't be truly mad at him. Knowing where he's coming from, she can't help but understand that he's trying his best as a dad.

Convoitise Kurosawa.

A normal, good sibling relationship. They back-talk each other, they yell at each other, maybe try to kill each other (not literally) at worst. At best they're just chilling in one room, talking about nothing and everything. He gives her good advice in her time of need, and she helps him with work sometimes. Being his inspiration when he's feeling like doing something simple and comfortable is not bad at all.

Aimer Kurosawa.

The second man she respects in all that house. He helps her with her studies, and actually is a nice listener. Aimer loves her, even when she gets in trouble, she knows this, and she makes sure he knows she loves him too. Obviously they call each other by "apparently derogatory" names, but they're cool.

Varick Kurosawa.

Fuck their/his ass (derogatory and affectionate).

Volker Kurosawa.

Fuck him also (derogatory and affectionate).

Shoma Komori.

Used to hate her because Hela's insecure as fuck when it comes to attention. Now? As much as she regrets trying to scare her off, she tries to keep her distance...

Ai Blossom.

One of the eldest servants around, yet so young-looking, Hela and Ai love gossip and basically, in short, shitting on people they don't like. Of course that never gets out of their little circle, but it's... Heart-wreching to say the least.

Rose Inferno.

Relationship unknown.

⟅☙⟆ Likes ⟅☙⟆

Thriller and fantasy books are just her favourites. She can finish any book in one day.

Sour apple or D I E.

While she would rather chill at home, going out with her friends is actually a nice way to just relax and be at ease.

She loves listening to a Vaporwave remix for hours. It gives her a certain nostalgia hit.

Oh, nothing better than feeling warm in the middle of winter because of cuddles.

⟅☙⟆ Dislikes ⟅☙⟆

She (this happens randomly) cannot stand the scent of certain creatures, usually from the opposite gender. The smell is just so acid and strong, it makes her gag.

She's not really a fan of men in general, usually older-looking men. She saw enough news and tragedies to feel unsafe by just standing in the middle of a park. She dislikes any "romantic" or sexual approaches by them, and she used to be scared of what reaction they would have when they're told no. Now, well... Her kill count increased. A lot.

Whoever likes grape soda or literally anything about grapes that isn't the damn fruit, stop talking to her. She hates that.

Varick's Croc heels...

Sorry she wasn't clear en3the first time VARICK'S CROC HEELS.

The person that thought cabbages should be a food and not poison should just rot.

⟅☙⟆ Fears and Phobias ⟅☙⟆

Ophidiophobia is an extreme, overwhelming fear of snakes. The condition is called a specific phobia (fear), which is a type of anxiety disorder.

⟅☙⟆ Headcannon Voices ⟅☙⟆

You can find them here!

⟅☙⟆ Song Theme ⟅☙⟆

⟅☙⟆ Skills ⟅☙⟆

Fencing, Close Combat, and Weapon Handling.

Immortality.

Feedback ( the modification or control of a process or system by its results or effects, e.g., in a biochemical pathway or behavioral response. ).

Superhuman speed.

Superhuman strength.

Superhuman accuracy.

Superhuman senses.

Superhuman agility.

She has the ability to control an especific and limited sort of plants.

She possesses four levels in her "demonic transformations", with level zero being one of the most dangerous.

Shape-shifting.

Teleportation.

Telekinesis.

Telepathy.

Supernatural activity detection

Experience in close combat.

⟅☙⟆ Bonus ⟅☙⟆

While her level zero demon form is one of the most simple among the family, that doesn't make it any less terrifying. The fact that people are more afraid of spiders than demons is amazing.

⟅☙⟆ Story ⟅☙⟆.

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#Hela Kurosawa #Ask The Kurosawa Family #the kurosawa family #kurosawa family #kurosawa facts #Kurosawa Fact

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Black Chasing Away the White

Little kitty on the rooftop, all alone without his lady. Marinette bolted right up in bed with a scream as she heard the dreadful song in her subconscious. She took deep breaths on seeing the familiar sight of her room in the dim moonlight peeking through the windows. She thought of giving sleep another go but heard a soft 'thump' above her-Chat Noir.

She opened the trap door and the hero didn't waste any time before coming in, worry etched on his face. She could tell he was on patrol and passing close by when she screamed. The moment she saw him, she remebered the ice-cold eyes of her partner dressed in white and threw her arms around his neck, breaking into sobs.

Chat Noir was caught offguard but immediatley relaxed and pulled her into a tight hug, rubbing her back gently to comfort her. It hurt him to see hi best friend hurting, but was careful not to let it show. Right now, she needed him to be strong for her.

When she finally started sniffling, he loosened his grip on her, but the movement just made her bury herself into his chest. "Don't go. Please stay.", her voice was so small and her figure so fragile, it broke his heart. What could possible cause such an amzing, strong and brave woman to feel so scared and helpless? He wanted nothing more than to snap his fingers and make whatever was bothering her vanish.

"I'm not going anywhere.", he felt her relax at that. "Do you want to tell what it was that scared you?", now she tensed up again.

"It was just a nightmare. I have been having the same one for a while now. I really don't want to talk about it.", she whispered in between hiccups and sniffles.

As much as he wanted to pry, he knew it wasn't his place. She would tell him when she's ready and he would just have to be okay with it. It hurt him that she didn't come to her as Adrien, if not the superhero currently holding her fragile frame, when something was bothering her. His princess was in pain and he had no idea.

Marinette was soon fast asleep once again, only this time she saw her partner- black leather and green eyes- looking at her with love and compassion. This brought a smile to her face, and in turn his. Chat Noir had helped his princess fight her fears, and that was the real victory in his book.

#miraculous ladybug #marichat #chat blanc