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marciabrady · 1 year

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Hi! How are you doing?

I was just wondering, out of the first four Disney princess movies, which one was your favourite ending? I'm a big fan of the whole 'happily ever after accompanied by the choir singing the main theme' that the OG films had and every time I want a pick me up I always watch the endings of those films. I don't know why Disney doesn't use a choir anymore because I remember the endings of the older movies having a much bigger impact on me.

Like: Snow White being carried by her prince as the animals and dwarfs celebrate (and her kissing them to show her love and gratitude for them), Aurora and Phillip lovingly dancing together as the kingdom and their parents celebrate (accompanied by the iconic blue and pink scene), Cinderella and her prince running down the stairs together on their wedding day and riding along in a carriage and Ariel hugging her father and whispering 'I love you, daddy' before she sails off into the sunset (and King Triton bowing to Prince Eric - a human that he earlier told Ariel to let die in a shipwreck).

Every single one of them captures the whole essence of a fairytale and they all hit my heartstrings just right so I'd love to hear your thoughts.

Hi there! I love this question- thank you so much! I could never choose anything between the original four because they're all completely different flavors and it depends on the mood I'm in!

Sleeping Beauty's ending, for instance, is literally heaven for a romantic at heart like me. I hate anything tacky and over the top- especially moments that are supposed to be intimate. So, Aurora's slow smile of recognition when Phillip awakens her is more effective than any piece of film I've ever seen. The beautiful presentation and rejoicing of her arrival at court, making her the perfect picture of a princess- before the humanity of Briar Rose returns and she rushes to embrace her parents in the most loving caress. Hubert's humor, and Aurora's charm as she kisses him, before she's whirled off to the dance floor. Earlier in the film, we see her nearly deserted in a wood. She wants love, but how would she even dream of finding it when she'd never met anyone in the world outside of her aunts? It didn't even feel like a possibility of a possibility- and when it happened, it was ripped away so cruelty because her loyalty to the fairies dictated she must return home. And, for her to have her Happy Ending, with everyone there- even her Mother and Father- this incredible feeling of inclusion, that she was able to achieve without comprising her own values, as she drifts off into cotton candy dream clouds of romance while the final rush hits you as the fairies' power surges her dress and renders it blue and then pink, until she's one with the sky! Well, it's just so reassuring to all of us who feel like we have no one and nothing, that one day, all the things you never thought were possible will come to fruition in the most beautiful way.

Or Snow White's- the high it takes you on, after the most intense period of mourning for any character. Snow White, who the heavens themselves cry for and the Dwarfs can't find it in their hearts to bury her- the Dwarfs who keep her company and eternal vigil even in death- proving that the good are truly never forgotten. And then her Prince! Her love, that hasn't given up, and has continued to search for her for months and seasons and continues to be so steadfast and true in his word of the "one love" his "heart keeps singing, of one love only for" Snow White. How you can tell he loves her, just as the Dwarfs and birds do, and she's such a vibrant character that she doesn't feel lost to him, even though it seems as if hope may be. Then, the blinking of her eye before that familiar smile comes about- the overwhelming light and positivity that the world is suddenly sunnied with, as the Dwarfs cartwheel and the animals rejoice, and a chorus goes to sing Snow White's dream back to her. This poor girl who's been abused and neglected and almost murdered, but never gave up- it's so heartwarming.

Ariel's is so touching too, but it's admittedly always made me sad. I honestly cried to the ending a few weeks ago. I decided to rewatch it after I saw the live action, and the tenderness with which she embraces Triton in the animated...even writing it I'm beginning to feel my heart contract. Their relationship in the animated film is so layered and fascinating- she feels unloved by him and is constantly hiding who she is from him, she's afraid, and she lashes out sometimes out of that fear. She has doubt rooted in her about his love for her "maybe he's right. maybe there is something the matter with me." And yet, though he unknowingly is rejecting her and telling her she's wrong, he feels as though he's doing this out of love? But then he gets into this place of rage where he just traumatizes her and ends up pushing her away and closer to the very things he's trying to shield her from. For her to hug him like that in the end...and to whisper "I love you Daddy" OH. It's the subtlety thing I talked about earlier but his expression! You can tell he's ashamed on his face, he can tell he's even felt like she hated him in the past for being a disciplinary figure, when all he ever wanted was that love he never knew was there. But as she pulls back, tears shining in her eyes, this inward peace renews in him- and as Eric bows to him- he still commands and accepts all the glory and respect befitting a King of the Sea and is taken to levels that he hadn't been previously in the film, even in the beginning. His final blessing, of the rainbow, is so beautiful and...I just think it's so unique in, these are two people that love each other (Triton and Ariel) but aren't meant to live together and near one another. Their relationship is best at a distance, and there's something so bitter sweet about that. I continue after the read more, but don't look at it if you're uncomfortable with sensitive topics being discussed!

The ending I used to replay literally every morning to myself over the past maybe five years, as though it were a soundtrack and not a scene in a film, was actually the ending to Cinderella. Again, I could never choose between the original four but...the way that this ending has saved me. I used to watch it every morning on my way to work to even be able to work. By the time I was in my early 20s, and working, I had already had a really difficult beginning to my life- and it had gotten so intense right up from my early childhood into my middle school years up through the end of high school, I didn't feel like anything could ever get worse? So, while I was certainly still affected by things and would sometimes get sad, there was always a knowledge and a security in myself that I knew, for a fact, things would never, ever go back to being as bad at they were in that time period. And then...my second job happened. Don't get me wrong, my first job was awful- to the point where my brain function began to deteriorate at a point due to how depressed I was. I started get frequent panic attacks, I was miserable, and I felt helpless. Then, I accepted a job offer a year later that seemed life changing. I moved away from home into a different state, was going to be making twice my salary, and after taking care of different family members since high school had ended, I'd finally be able to be my own person without worrying about someone watching me or listening to what I was saying or monopolizing my time. I'd be able to discover what made me happy, I'd experience freedom, maybe love. That...was not what happened. At my first job, while things were bad as I previously explained, my performance or character was never up for debate. The mistreatment was more so inappropriate managers, sexual harassment, and being yelled at. However, I was also the most well liked person in the office and I was the top performer. So, when I came to this new company, I was convinced that, if I worked as hard as I possibly could, they'd get to know me and would be able to rely on me in a way that would translate to job security and that my workplace wouldn't be as toxic as the other one had been. I wasn't looking for any other forms of validation, literally just job security. This was the opposite of what happened.

For reasons I won't go into now, I was targeted by nearly everyone at this new workplace, save one or two people- but I can pretty much sum it up by saying it's because I was "different" and I was the only one being treated the way that I was, seemingly without rhyme or reason. They all began to lie about me, even from my first week, and come up with the most egregious things and I felt like I was continually being punished for things I didn't do. If I tried to stick up for myself, I wasn't taking "accountability" for whatever they pulled out of thin air. I felt like I literally had no one and the fear of my job being ripped away from me, just as I moved into this new apartment I could barely afford in a city where I knew no one, literally ate me alive. But more than that it was the attack on my character? I never really experienced that before. Remember how I said I never thought things would be as bad as they were when I was much younger? Well, aspects of my appearance and character were always being attacked then but it was more because I expressed myself differently than people were used to and so...I effectively silenced, stifled, killed those parts of myself in order to assimilate and pass and, while it killed me inside, I was able to make my surroundings less dangerous for myself (not entirely safe, because that's out of my control, but I improved my safety by as much as I humanly could) by continuing to- not change myself- but, again, muting the ways I expressed myself and just hacking away at parts of me so they wouldn't be so visible. However, what was happening at the, then, new job??? Having groups of people say the most disparaging things about you when they had no reason, to walk into a new lie every day, to be victim of an attack that, honestly, felt like they wanted me to not just quit the job but actually make me think that I was a terrible person that wasn't worthy of life? It made me doubt my reality, who I was as a person, everything. It got so intense- the one scene that kept getting me through, apart from the ending, was the scene where the stepsisters gather around Cinderella and collectively scream at her for the mouse in the cup. She walks, condemned for something she didn't even do, to Lady Tremaine's room to continue receiving lashing after lashing of an invention resulting from her enemies' minds of something that had nothing to do with her actual actions. Even earlier in the scene, when she's bringing them breakfast and is being intentionally kind to them, they berate her and treat her as a person with no character. That's the closest it felt to me.

BUT THEN, the ending. The ending gave me so much hope. Just as the Grand Duke is to leave, a voice calls out from the steps. A voice that was previously locked in her room, in the tall tower, with no way out and no one to hear her. As she attempts her way down the steps, it's the dialogue the stepsisters and stepmother say that catches my attention. Like my coworkers, they're trying to taint Cinderella to the outside world. They're trying to ruin her name, to stain it, and effectively kill any human connection she could ever have, effectively ending her life. They aren't just trying to make her look bad- they're trying to make her look insane, diminish the very core of who she is into someone that isn't worthy of anything. Someone that, even if she were locked in a tower, might as well be left there to die.

Lady Tremaine: Oh, pay no attention to her.

Anastasia: It's only Cinderella.

Drizella: Our scullery maid.

Anastasia: From the kitchen.

Drizella: It's ridiculous. Impossible.

Anastasia: She's out of her mind.

Lady Tremaine: Yes, yes. Just an imaginative child.

"It's only Cinderella...She's out of her mind- just an imaginative child." This abused orphan who has nothing, yet still hasn't managed to harden in the face of her hardships, that has overcome all of the adversity she's met with, that's the most productive member of the household and single handedly runs an entire estate by herself...who literally has no one in her corner and was physically assaulted less than 24 hours ago by simply producing a dress to wear to the ball so that she could actually be viewed as an equal, as someone who's a person in the eyes of her society. To reduce her to an "imaginative child." To say it's "only Cinderella." Imagine if that worked- the declaration to the ball specified that only eligible women should attend, which Cinderella hadn't been considered before she had a dress in which to attend. Imagine if the Grand Duke had listened to these women, the only "family" or company that Cinderella's permitted and the only people that "knew her," who have much more pull in society over a tattered orphan servant. Imagine if he did just turn on his heel and left her there. What would it be like in that house, with just the four of them, after they discovered Cinderella escaped from the attic? That she had been the girl from the ball the Prince was still looking for? I don't know, but I shudder to think about it considering we saw how they reacted to her gown the night before. I also can't imagine how difficult it must've been for her to keep going. Knowing the only three people she knew and she lived with belittled her every chance they could get? How they mocked her openly, invaded her personal space, got physical? That would mess with anyone's head. And to continue fighting for your right to go to the ball, to be seen as a person, to be someone that the law applies to and not just an "imaginative child" to be left to the wolves of the world to eat alive. She literally had no one in her corner- no family, no friends, nothing. To keep going by yourself, to be fueled by your own positivity...that's why it makes her so alive and human when she does break down and believe that there isn't anything to her hope and dreams and things will always stay the same. "There's nothing left to believe in." To always do the most you can for other people- she literally fries the mice from death in the traps, feeds and clothes them, and continues to put on a smiling face for her step-family- and to never have anyone ever treat you with a common human decency, let alone actually help you with the dire state of your life???

I know I'm rambling but. I felt the same way- I tried to be the best person I could, to help others around me through acts of kindness and even depleting myself financially from my, already humble, means, and to never have anyone, let alone reciprocate, but be able to help me? It felt so hopeless, like all was lost. To be the best you could and to still be the subject of so much endless sabotage, that felt like it would never end? Then the glass slipper breaks. Even the Grand Duke is beyond consolable. But Cinderella rises above- producing the slipper all on her own. We're rushed to the church and as we see Bruno, a starved bloodhound, and Major, an old horse, leading this royal procession, how can you heart not warm up? To see the mice cheering her on, in their new suits, while Cinderella waves at them. There she is- again, someone who was treated like actual trash, without any parents, someone who was abused and belittled and minimized and on the brink of ending it all- and smiling so gratefully and graciously and happily from the inside of the carriage, looking out at all the people that she supported, that now support her, in the brink of all of that tragedy? It's unparalleled. Looking at Cinderella waving from inside the coach, I never see the Princess- I see the little girl and think of her victory of survival.

#ask #anonymous

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stealeroflemons · 2 years

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EAH headcanon post that still needs a better name someone please help me #9

TW: mentions of abuse and alcoholism! If those subjects bother you or may be triggering to read about please don't read this post! These are just my interpretations of these characters and how they might be in darker contexts. Please take care of yourself and don't read further if these subjects trigger you

This one is going to be all about the parents of our favorite characters because I said so <3 (we're going a bit intense/dark with this so this is a final warning for people who are sensitive to the previously mentioned topics)

Briar Rose is actually an alcoholic

She resorted to drinking to cope with the fact she had no clue what was going on in the world since 100 years have passed and her family and friends are long dead and gone. However people attribute her "fainting spells" to be a side effect of her destiny instead of them just being her blacking out from hang overs

She's not a very present mother to Briar or her brothers (like how her gift to Briar was a neck pillow for thronecoming instead of something more sentimental or personalized)

Cinderella had very poor health since she was destined to die early in Ashlynn's life, so it's rare to see her attend events at Ever After High or anywhere outside her castle due to her typically fragile state

Snow White always had that "top of her class" attitude her entire life and gradually grew less interested in Apple's life and she focused on being the best out of her generation of fairy tales, and was overall a very controlling mother, because if Apple had a bad reputation, Snow took that as a personal attack on her own reputation

The Dark Fairy was actually a very good and attentive mother to Faybelle as she grew up. Sure she did put the pressure on for Faybelle to have an evil streak, but Faybelle could do what she wanted as long as she kept up with the traditions of her destiny

The White Rabbit used to be able to seamlessly transform back and forth between being a human or a rabbit but lost that ability permanently when the Wonderland curse was put in place

King and Queen Charming are abusive in their own ways towards their children. Queen Charming used to long to be more than a damsel (much like her daughter Darling), but she faced quite a bit of ridicule for it the older she got. Eventually when they had Daring and Dexter and Darling, they forced the need to be perfect on them

King Charming would be physically violent towards Daring whenever he was "less than charming" or when he wasn't being a complete carbon copy of his father (this is why Daring started always checking his reflection all the time, he later blamed it on the same vanity his father had, when he actually would do so because he was checking for visible bruises)

This also tied into when in one of the canon works an eye doctor had to say that Dexter had "overly perfect eyes" instead of saying he didn't have perfect vision because his parents were visibly upset at the notion of one of their sons being less than perfect

The Cheshire Cat is actually a very loving and doting mother to Kitty and supported her schemes and tricks as she grew up

Alice actually went mad after being in Wonderland for so long. She was always sort of in a loop of thoughts, which Alistair would grow up and learn were riddles of what she was actually thinking, and she lives in the White Queen's castle.

The White Queen does have a daughter (and this is canon go check the eah wiki) but in my head she's the same age as the rest of our cast of characters

I fully believe that the Queen of Hearts and the White Queen both went a bit mad in their own ways mainly because they were both separated from their daughters, hence why they don't always make sense to other people

#way too wonderland #ever after high #eah

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wiltingxrose · 11 months

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Briar- A Special Rose Stolen And Freed

Note: A fan theory on Briar who was rescued along with Elain. I love the idea that she might be Tamlin’s mate. Currently, all we know is that she is with the Winter Court and was never mentioned again. Again, just a fan theory and was inspired with the different magic of the Crescent City books.

Briar gazed out the window into the cold court. It was different than she had been told. Different than she expected. Her hands went to her wrists looking for the bangles she used to wear on instinct, but they weren’t there.

Not that she needed them.

She found the fae. Found them so much that she was tortured. Tortured with her Children of the Blessed. She closed her eyes as the memories washed over her. She had been so fucking stupid. Hot tears started to fall down her cheeks.

Her father and mother taught her that, but after their deaths she had felt so lost. Lost at a mere age of 16, shunned with what her mother taught her of Green Witch rituals. It wasn’t her fault that sometimes it all worked, but shunned from her home village, lost, the Children of the Blessed at least offered her refuge and a place.

A home.

They really did give her a family. A family where they said that she was blessed already by the fae with her powers. It was such the opposite of the village, she usually didn’t practice too much.

A few years went by to her 21st birthday and that was when the terror hit. She knew something was wrong but wasn’t sure what side she was on for things. She was sent out with her “sisters” to see if they could get the attention of the fae that were camped nearby before a little celebration for herself and that was when everything went south again.

The fae were there, waiting for the “foolish” children as they were called it. “Foolish” for thinking that they would find honor or even a mate in the fae world. That they would be mortals, foolish mortal humans for ever and never feel the kindness of the fae.

They felt other things from the fae. They brutally tortured, used, and abused before being strung up to die. Briar was stubborn and didn’t want to die. Trying to pull on the old rituals her mother taught her. Seeing her brilliant blue eyes that matched her own. On how to still yourself and draw power from the nature around you.

The problem was the nature around her wasn’t much. Yes there was ground, but it was tainted from the abuse, tainted from what the fae had done to it but it gave her enough to keep going. That and…those green golden eyes that had peeked in.

Something that should have scared her more, brought her more to her death but it didn’t. She felt nature from the beast. Nature in pain. It had made her forget her own for a moment. Made her want to talk with him, to offer her aid even though she wasn’t in any position to offer it.

She didn’t have a chance to explore that feeling. She was rescued, thank he Cauldron. And that beast was part of the rescue attempt. She didn’t want him to be hurt or left behind, but it seemed like he had to be.

Now she was with the Winter Court. The Winter Lady, Vivian, was so nice and it was comforting like the warmth of a hot cocoa in the chilly, but beautiful lands. They had nature here, not much but enough where she could meditate and find some peace from some of the horrors.

The fluffy, cute animals didn’t hurt either with her night terrors and feelings of being lost. And every so often her dreams brought her to the beast, not nightmares but seemed to chase the nightmares away. She was once again alone. Alone, shunned by all races, and lost.

Briar bit her lower lip, wincing a little as she accidentally opened an old cut. Sucking on her lower lip, she listened to the people at her door. From what it sounded like, it was Vivian and one of the best healers.

“She’s healing physically very well for a so-called human. Her body is different from the fae, but also mortals that I know of. Something is deep in her. I don’t know if a bit of the fae is in her or something else. I think with time she’ll and we will find out what she is, who she is. We will just have to be careful, her body and magic within crave nature. And we don’t have much of that.

Vivian’s sweet voice came through next, We will continue to harbor her and help her. But I will not hold her hostage. It’s not my way. She needs a place and I don’t mind being that place. We have comfort here. And whatever she is, if it is something amazing, it’ll be for the High Lord to decide anything at that point.

Briar stopped listening at that point, the Fae here seemed more…like human but also more feral than most humans. With the power that flooded through her veins.

She settled into her blanket, and was going to look out into the vast winterscape, but gazed down at her hand. She wasn’t fully human, not fae, what was she? Did she even want to try things?

Her eyes caught a small plant on her nightstand and she moved towards it. Hand outstretched. She closed her eyes as she tried to feel her power, feel the nature as she had when she was hanging on the chains. Relaxing her strain, she felt and smelt the flower it was and as she opened her eyes she saw a faint golden green glow from it and the flower bloomed bright. Surprise jolted through her as she jumped back and bumped into a table.

Cringing, she tried to stop a vase from falling and she did before relaxing and holding it. What the hell was she?

#briar acotar #acotar #tamlin #vivian acotar #winter court #spring court

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intothewickedwood · 1 year

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Ruby or Mulan, Maleficent or Cruella, Dragon Queen or Outlaw Queen, Shadow Queen or Regina x Kathryn?

Gaaah! Thank you for the questions! These are challenging, for sure!

Ruby. But it's close! The werewolf thing wins it for me, and also because she was in Season One. I have a lot of Season 1 feelings. And also her friendship with Snow! And "Red-Handed" being one of my favorite episodes. She's a great and tragic character who does her best to help others no matter what she's going through herself.

I do love Mulan a lot, though. I may be in love with both Red and Mulan. Oops! I just wish we'd gotten more of Mulan. I loved her dynamics with every character she interacted with. She's such a badass. Mulan x Aurora x Phillip is one of my favorite ships in the show, and I also wouldn't have said no to Mulan and Ruby ending up together. Mulan deserved better.

Cruella. I agree with you about having a lot of room to explore with Maleficent, as she could have done with a bit more development in the show. I'd have at least loved to have seen more of her relationship with Lily. She was an adorable mom in the one episode we got to see them interact. But Cruella makes me laugh out loud. She has some of the best lines. "Sympathy for the De Vil" is one of my favorite, most unique episodes. She just wants to murder people! Let her have her happy ending, Isaac! xD. I don't know, she's just so fun, but I do still really enjoy Maleficent. I wish they'd explained what the heck happened with her and Aurora's parents. I like to believe she was in love with Briar Rose, and it went terribly wrong.

Definitely Dragon Queen. I've just been having a discussion on a different website about how Robin Hood was possibly evil the whole time. Looking at the evidence, his words don't match up with his actions. If he wants to steal from the rich, why date Regina? His code says he can't divorce his wife, but he'll… let her die instead? In the book, there is a page which shows that when he met Marian, he planned to kidnap her for ransom, yet he tells Will that he tried to steal her horse, didn't because she was poor, and from that day forward, he chose to steal only from the rich and give to the poor. Yet, in "Heart of Gold," we see that he only decides to steal from the rich and give to the poor long after he and Marian are a couple. Not to mention he shot at Regina without hesitation when looking for the Wicked Witch and, knowing at the time that the Wicked Witch had bright red hair, hid in the bushes and aimed his arrow at the back of a clearly dark-haired Regina's head for a good while before making his presence known. It's just a theory, but I do wonder if he had a plot for revenge against her all along, at least at first. I think that would have made him a much more interesting character. Otherwise, I struggle to make sense of why Regina, post formation of the Evil Queen, would want to be with someone like him. She kinda had to change her personality during their interactions just to make it make a little sense. It's just not for me. But power to those who like it, and I may adopt the revenge plot theory as headcanon, which might make me more invested in them.

Dragon Queen, on the other hand, has to be canon, right? I mean, the intensity of the moments when their noses almost touch. I think they should have kissed. There is so much blatant subtext there, and it's so wonderfully gay. Okay, so Regina rode home on a dragon. Okay, girl, I see you. "Are you a bad girl, Regina?" "The worst." I mean, come on! Everything that comes out of their mouths when they interact just screams "we are exes who can't stop flirting with each other." I love it! I wish it was more explicit!

Okay, this last one is really freaking hard. I do love both almost equally, but I've been thinking a lot about Regina x Kathryn lately and their potential, and I just wanna go back to season 1 and make them fall in love. I want the angst post-season 1. I need it! I honestly would have been ecstatic if Regina had ended up with either of them. And it's totally cool that she ended up single at the end. That was a nice way to demonstrate that happy endings/beginnings don't have to involve romantic love. But goddamn, I wish Facilier didn't die. I know love triangles aren't popular, but heck, if they'd brought Facilier in earlier and had a Kathryn/Regina/Facilier love triangle, I would have been very happy. Idk, I love both pairings, but the Kathryn x Regina friends-to-lovers gets me. And we could have gotten so much more Kathryn. *Cries forever*.

#ask #asks #darkpoisonouslove

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bluwwo · 1 year

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Sorry! I just love this work way too much! 🥰 https://archiveofourown.org/works/33693805/chapters/115746709

Another day broke into the peaceful and cozy Briar cottage.

The red eyes greeted the world with an unusual shine, as soon the rubies got startled after seeing the "unknown" ceiling above them, but then, after the realization sunk in, the red eyes could gleam once more.

It's been a really long while since the woman had seen that white ceiling with wooden beams for the last time, she's back to her house, her home… her garden.

She wanted to get up but stopped after noticing the pinkish and bubbly bundle next to her, the small girl was still soundly asleep while wrapped to her mother's side.

The cottage only had two bedrooms, her husband picked the one with two beds, while she and Anya were in the one with a king-size bed.

The woman smiled to herself and gently stroked the girl's hair, her little flower was smiling while her arms didn't want to let go of her waist. Yor thought it wasn't that bad to stay a little bit more in the bed, so she snuggled with her daughter after giving her a peck on her head.

That action alone made sweet and cozy memories reach the surface, the woman hummed a known song, while she imagined her mother's long and thin fingers caressing her raven hair.

She and Yuri slept more with their mother in her bed than in their own bedroom, but can you blame them? It was the safest place in the world!

Anya felt the same way about her mother, there is no safest place in the world than in her mother's embrace. She was sure her uncle would be angry if he knew about this but… the rose is hugging another flower now, and the snowdrop was more than proud that this flower is herself.

Yor woke up once again due to the sweet smell of pancakes… her husband must be awake. She rubbed her eyes softly and slowly got up, taking care not to wake up her little flower.

She left the room and walked onto that well-known wood floor, its creaks rekindled so many memories, when she looked up, she had to control the urge to slap the wooden beam of the hallway, which thanks to her height now, she can reach it.

Yor always did it while her father was carrying her, her mother knew they were awake just by hearing the wood's sound.

It was always like that: just after the shocking sound of the wood, came a soft giggle from the kitchen or the living room.

"Doing it just this time wouldn't hurt, right?" The woman thought.

And on her tiptoes, she gave a slight slap, but it actually came louder than she had planned, and then a startled male shriek came from the kitchen.

“Yor? Are you there?” Loid asked, already picking up the frying pan as a makeshift weapon.

“That’s me Loid! That’s me, Yor! Sorry if I scared you…” and then she appeared in the kitchen with a beet-red face and hands high to calm down her husband.

“That…sound of the world crumbling down was you?”

Her face burnt in embarrassment, and before she could open her mouth to say something, the little pinkish bundle came running and screaming as if the earth would explode.

“Mama! Papa! An atomic bomb! We’re gonna die!” She said jumping into her mother’s arms.

The woman felt like she was the worst being alive seeing her daughter's scared face, so she bounced the little one side to side while shushing and caressing her back.

"I'm sorry snowdrop, I'm so so sorry. Mama is a dunce, she slapped the wooden beam and scared the little snowdrop! I'm sorry, I'm really sorry." She said in a shushing and elongated tone, almost singing-like.

Anya, after feeling safer, giggled in her mother's embrace… There was no place safer than there.

"Well since our small crisis is over, let's have breakfast." The man said while setting the table.

"Oh, Loid, did you pick up wood for the oven?" Yor asked after seeing the last bits of coal in the oven from the burnt wood while checking the oven.

"Yes I did, the axe outside is really sharp, even being that old" he laughed, walking past her.

Yor glanced at the window and could see the bits of the cut-down trees, and her father's old and loyal axe. Her face flustered after she realized her husband's white tee… Even as she is, she is still a woman, so picturing the image of Loid cutting wood made her doze off.

Anya's giggle brought the woman back to earth like the girl could see the shameful sight Yor was imagining her father.

The woman shook her head and walked in stiff steps to her seat.

Her adverting red eyes matched the crimson shade on her cheeks that announced her embarrassment, and the more she tried to hide it, the more her shame became apparent.

“Yor? Are you alright?” Her husband paused on his way to eat the pancake to stare worriedly at her.

"Y…yes! Yes! I was just dozing off… hm, about what we can do today." with a beet-red face, Yor sat down and began to eat.

"Ah!" The little girl screamed in surprise after an idea popped up in her head

The heads of both adults turned to the child, as Anya tried to control her excitement over her super mega exciting idea.

"I wanna go on a picnic with papa and mama!" The girl smiled with her mouth full of pancakes.

"Hm, it isn't a bad idea… A picnic would be nice" The blonde man pondered. "But, where?"

"There's a hill nearby that has a lemon tree… I used to play there when I was a child, we can go there." The black woman said.

"Oh!" The girl beamed "We already have a place, can we go papa? Please, please, please, please!"

"Alright, alright… Well Yor, it seems you'll be our guide once more." Loid snickered.

"That'd be a pleasure! I also want to revisit that lovely hill" Her voice carried a nostalgic tone, while her memories crept to the surface.

Anya once again gleamed and locked her eyes on her mother, ready to see one more time a sweet memory blooming.

The warm memory bloomed like the flowers that follow the sunlight.

Playing hide and seek within the sunflowers is always fun for the two black-haired children. The warm giggles echoed through the hill as their mother beamed at the children under the lemon tree, while their father pretended to be the monster hunting for them.

"Hey, hey, little bunnies? You can't hide for so long! Come here…" Mr. Briar growled, impersonating the big bad wolf.

The children held their laughter while quickly changing their hiding spots to confuse the big bad wolf.

The man shoved the sunflowers aside while playfully smiling and chuckling looking for his little prey.

"Come here bunnies! Here I go! I'll find you and when I do… I'll fill you with…TICKLES!"

The siblings tried their very best to keep quiet but the adrenaline and shivering sensation were so funny that giggles simply echoed from their mouths.

"Ah! Sis! Help me!" The thin shriek came from the little boy yanked by his heel by the taller man.

"Hahaha! I got you, little bunny!" He laughed while holding the toddler.

Papa briar tickled the boy's tummy as he started to laugh hysterically. Yuri was spun around, hugged, and kissed one more time and then was placed by his mother's side, while his father - Or big bad wolf - kept looking for Yor.

"Beware sis! Don't let him catch you!" The toddler yelled.

"I won't Yuri! Your death won't be in vain!"

"Are you sure about that, bunny? I already got your little brother…" He teased.

Yor could feel her father's presence right next to her, but she was holding her breath to not give her hiding spot.

The little girl crept through the sunflowers to find a new hiding spot, she stayed still for a few minutes, and then looked around where she had seen her dad for the last time. Yor sighed relieved and went back to her hiding spot, only to find her dad smugly smirking at her.

"I found you!" He said slowly while picking her up and spinning her around.

"How? I hid so well!" The girl demanded with a pout.

"I could smell your rose's perfume a mile away" he laughed, tickling the girl who completely forgot about her defeat. "And also, you tend to whisper way too loud."

"Seriously?"

"Yep"

"Then… Next time I will be totally quiet!" The girl bravely said.

"Alright alright, then next time, I'll be a better hunter" the man laughed while putting the girl beside her brother.

The little boy was in such awe with his sandwich that simply forgot his desperate shrieks from a while ago, and eventually, the spot was filled with reddish flowers: a gladiolus; a hibiscus; a rose, and a carnation. All of them enjoying the sweet citrus scent of the lemon tree.

And once again, the rose was back to that green tree, but this time accompanied by the orchid and the little snowdrop. The little family walked to the same spot and had their picnic set, towel, basket, and tons of homemade treats made by the family's father, and sat down to enjoy the wonderful morning.

Anya gleefully ran to the still sunflower field, wanting to recreate the little hunt play told by her mama's memory, but even though her heart was expectantly beating and her body happily moving, her little legs didn't follow her excitement and tripping on themselves, the little girl stumbled and rolled down the hill, making yellow petals rain on her.

The blurry vision was becoming teary, as the girl felt a stinging pain in her knee.

"Anya!"

"Anya! I told you not to go running!"

The shouts of her parents felt distant, and then suddenly Anya no longer felt the ground beneath her.

"Oh snowdrop, are you alright?" Her mother asked

The girl swallowed her sniffles and hugged her mother, nodding while embracing her.

"I'm sorry… I just wanted to play-" The girl stopped mid-speech, she didn't want to reveal that she could see her mama's memories "I wanted to play a game of tag… hunter and prey"

The rubies gleamed as a smile adorned her face, the memories came in a rush, making a giggle break through her lips, Anya smiled seeing her mom so happy, but then, the stinging in her knee made her whimper and Yor's eyes drifted to her daughter's scrapped knee.

"Oh, sweetie, with that knee I think we can't play tag…" Yor lamented.

The girl's brows twitched, and she felt her eyes watering again, it wasn't fair! She wanted to recreate that memory with her mama, she could already see it: mama impersonating the Big Bad Wolf, like her papa used to, while Anya would be the shrieking bunny that would get tickled when she got caught, she wanted to repaint a new happy memory in her mother's heart, using the colors of an old one.

"But… I wanted to play with mama…" her voice failed as the green mournful eyes searched for comfort. "In the sunflowers…"

Yor caressed the pink hair, her heart dropped by seeing her little snowdrop wilting, but then she had an idea.

"Well, we can’t play but we can still see the sunflowers, right?"

And standing while holding the girl, the duo ventured themselves amidst the sunflowers field. It was not as exciting as the little girl had planned but it was still nice.

"Mama, what does sunflower mean?"

"Happiness!" Yor replied with a smile "Admiration, optimism, sunflower is a really happy flower."

Loid was following them just behind, he couldn't admit it aloud but he felt a bit left out whenever they hopped into their "florist mode". He knew a little about flowers too, and even though he didn’t want to disrupt that picture-perfect mother-daughter bonding moment, a little part of him wanted to be in that picture. So while the spy and the husband/father halves were fighting between themselves for control, a third part of him chimed in:

“Did you that sunflowers aren’t actually flowers? They’re inflorescences” He shouted at a distance since Yor and Anya were far away in the field.

The woman and the child turned to the man, and as quickly his third part came, he faded away, and struggling between his spy and psychiatrist persona, the man hesitantly continued.

“They are just tiny flowers that together take the shape of a big one…” His speech paused, and his two halves were fighting for space.

“Papa knows a lot about flowers too!” The girl shouted back.

Yor smiled at the man surrounded by the sunflowers in the field, the golden rays of the sun shining in his golden locks. His blue eyes were clouded by the figure of his wife and daughter amidst the field and he wanted it buried deep into his brain, a perfect souvenir of their adventure in Eastern Nielsberg.

The king star was almost reaching its peak, and the irony was made, the man who is called after the moment between day and night was there in the middle of the sun following flowers, receiving the warm of the daylight as the flowers were pointed to him as if he was the sun itself, the woman with ruby eyes agreed with the flowers.

#spy x family #spy x family fanfiction #Read on AO3 #ao3 writer #fanfiction #loid x yor #Yor Forger #anya forger #loid forger

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mercurygray · 8 months

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How would the fandom react to Rhoswen? 😊

Ohhh, this is such a good one.

For those of you who don't know her, Rhoswen is one of my Lord of the Rings original characters. Written in 2006 and re-written from 2011-2015 for A Rose Among the Briars, Rhoswen is the only daughter of a minor Gondorian nobleman, brought to court before the War of the Ring as an arranged marriage for Boromir. Their marriage is meant to further Denethor's dynastic ambitions for his son.

She comes to Minas Tirith a young and untried girl and throughout the story moves to discover and develop her talents as a leader, administrator, and healer while dealing with the burden of long distance love. In her story, Boromir doesn't die, and returns to Gondor to become the Steward and the Lord of Osgiliath.

She is the older sister of every single OC I have written since then and I love her very, very much.

I can see her being a) unpopular or b) easily ignored.

Like many of Tolkien's canonical women, I think reactions to her from the fandom would be mixed. She exists in opposition and conversation with Eowyn, though by the end of the story the two are good friends. Unlike Eowyn, who seeks renown outside of the traditional realm for women, Rhoswen's role is very traditional, but she uses it to build strength and trust within the City. This obviously isn't very popular with modern readers, and I can see a lot of fandom discourse about how she upholds standard gender norms and how that's boring. There's something of an age gap between her and Boromir, so that will invite some discourse about grooming and how it's gross that she's written like that.

(Also probably some slash shipping? Between her and Eowyn? That feels…like something someone would do.)

I could also see some alternate universe fandom versions where fans give Rhoswen more agency to chase after Boromir and join the Quest of the Ring. It would also be really easy to fridge her so you could make Aragorn/Boromir a thing at the end of the story. She and Faramir also have a good rapport, so I can also see another established alternate universe trope where the two of them end up together.

[If my OC was canon how would the fandom treat them?]

#asked and answered #if my oc was canon #rhoswen of anfalas

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whimsicaldragonette · 1 year

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Blog Tour and Arc Review: The Severed Thread by Leslie Vedder

Welcome to my stop on the Severed Thread book tour with Colored Pages Blog Tours. (This blog tour is also posted on my Wordpress book blog Whimsical Dragonette.)

Book Info:

TITLE: The Severed Thread AUTHOR: Leslie Vedder PUBLISHER: Razorbill RELEASE DATE: February 7, 2023 GENRES: YA Fantasy PAGES: 416 REPRESENTATION: Queer

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Synopsis:

Fi has awakened the sleeping prince, but the battle for Andar is far from over. The Spindle Witch, the Witch Hunters, and Fi’s own Butterfly Curse all stand between them and happily ever after.

Shane has her partner’s back. But she’s in for the fight of her life against Red, the right hand of the Spindle Witch who she’s also, foolishly, hellbent on saving.

Briar Rose would do anything to restore his kingdom. But there’s a darkness creeping inside him—a sinister bond to the Spindle Witch he can’t escape.

All hopes of restoring Andar rest on deciphering a mysterious book code, finding the hidden city of the last Witches, and uncovering a secret lost for centuries—one that just might hold the key to the Spindle Witch’s defeat. If they can all survive that long…

Set in a world of twisted fairytales, The Severed Thread combines lost ruins, ride-or-die friendships, and heart-pounding romance.

Author Bio:

Leslie Vedder is a YA author who loves girl heroes and adventurers. She grew up on fantasy books, anime, fanfiction, and the Lord of the Rings movies, and met her true love in high school choir. She graduated from San Francisco State University with a BA in creative writing, and currently lives in Colorado with her wife and two spoiled house cats.

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My Rating: ★★★★★

My Review:

This was such an incredibly good follow-up to the Bone Spindle. I loved it!

I love love love these characters and this world. They're all so multi-faceted and intriguing. I can't wait for the next book. I especially love how unpredictable I find it. I've read so many YA fantasy novels over the years and this one never quite reveals what I expect it to with each turn of the page. As is the way of second books in trilogies, the entire story feels like a relentless headlong rush, and at the same time a carefully balanced push-and-pull of wins and losses. Not a stalemate, exactly, but never with a clear winner either.

My absolute favorite part, hands down, is when they form a small band of adventurers and treasure-hunters. First it was Fi and Shane, then they picked up Red and Briar, and now they've reeled in Perrin as well. And there is such warmth and camaraderie between them -- and they all seem a lot happier out in the elements, fighting for their lives and searching for treasure and hatching plans. I never trusted the golden city of Everlynd, and I find I like the story much better once they leave it behind.

I'm not sure what I think of the Paper Witch either. He has his own secrets, and he holds them closer than the others do. He's more enigmatic and I'm never sure what he'll do. The others' motivations are easier to read.

I love how we get a glimpse into the founding of Andar, with the history of Aurora and the Butterfly Witch and the Spindle Witch! I hope we get to discover a lot more about this later because I find it fascinating.

The ending came out of nowhere and wasn't anything like what I predicted and at the same time I can't imagine it going any other way. It, like the rest of the storytelling, feels right and perfectly placed and thought-out.

I care about these characters so much: Fi and Shane and Briar and Red. Perrin, too, though I don't know him that well yet. I'm not sure I trust him yet - his motivations have been too unclear to me, but I like him quite a lot. I like all of them and I feel almost like a part of their group. Which is probably why the plot was able to take me so off-guard - I'm in the thick of it with the rest of them.

This (and the Bone Spindle) are definitely going on my favorite books of the year list.

*Thanks to Colored Pages Blog Tours, Penguin Teen, and NetGalley for providing an early copy for review.

Favorite Quotes:

Fi looked disappointed. But Shane wasn’t surprised. The kind of person who crawled around in the bowels of Witch mines prying out rubies with ominous names was just asking to go missing.

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Ivan must have mounted up after she lost track of him, fast enough on horseback to get out of the way of the mudslide. Or he’s come back from the dead to get revenge, Shane thought. She wouldn’t put it past him.

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“Just cut it all off,” Shane insisted. She was looking a little ragged around the edges and a dark bruise stood out on her cheekbone, but she was in high spirits. “With what, your ax?” Fi asked, arching an eyebrow. “Because I can guarantee that haircut would strike fear into the hearts of your enemeis—and your friends.”

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“No,” Perrin said with a smile. “The magic is locked tightly inside it. It’s perfectly safe. Well, mostly safe.” He gave it a mistrustful look. “Probably safe. You know, on second thought, I’m just going to put this away.”

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“I didn’t even know you could burn soup,” he admitted. “Typical prince. You can burn anything—I would know,” Shane assured him. “But most of it’s edible anyway.”

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Her fingers fumbled for something to hold on to—and then her hand found Briar’s, squeezing it tight, and something swept through him, such a big warm feeling it had to be magic.

Tour Schedule

February 1st

Fall Between the Pages - Book Review

Allmyfriendsareinbooks - Book Review

February 2nd

@the_princess_library - Book Review

February 3rd

More Books Please - Book Review

February 4th

Brittyoreads - Book Review

February 5th

Whimsical Dragonette - Review & Favorite Quotes

February 6th

Conn_reada - Book Review

Leandra the TBR Zero - Book Review & Recommendation

February 7th

Pisces: The Book Lover - Book Review

February 8th

Ofbooksandromance - Book Review

February 9th

Readwithatlas - Book Review

February 10th

Utopia.state.of.mind - Book Review

The._bookarazzi - Book Review

February 11th

My World of Wonders - Book Review & Favorite Quotes

@poatic.library - Book Review & Reel

February 12th

@Margiebythebookcase - Book Review

February 13th

_holmescollections - Book Review

February 14th

@theenchantedshelf - Book Review

#colored pages blog tours #blog tour #leslie vedder #the severed thread #the bone spindle #netgalley #queer books #lgbt+#ya fantasy #razorbill #shilo reads #arc review #best books of 2023 #TheSeveredThreadTour #penguin teen

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Inconvenient Circumstances {IV/???}

{ Disclaimer: Evonie Apfel does not belong to me. She is an oc created by @phoenix-manga . }

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As the family walked to their rooms in the palace grounds, all Evonie could hear out of her uncle Florian was constant nagging about Malleus.

"My daughter whom I love unconditionally and would vehemently die for, it is incredibly incomprehensible for you to agree to dance with that pretentious little prince." He nagged, making his daughter sigh heavily.

Vivian gently patted his back."Darling you and I both know that prince Allen was the one who selected the two of them to dance…" She argued.

Florian hummed."My darling, it is unseemly! It is preposterous, IT IS UTTER MADNESS!" He complained.

"Florian!-"

Epel hummed."Father I'm sure Victoria will fulfill her promise by not associating herself with the Draconian royal family. It just happens that they somehow encounter one another…" Epel added, crossing his arms.

Victoria hums in amusement and nods in agreement with Epel's words, making Neige and Evonie chuckle a bit.

"Epel has a point father. I promise to not associate myself with that family so as to not upset you." Victoria vowed, sending her parents an affectionate but arguably intimidating smile.

A bead of sweat fell down Evonie's face. Sure seems like uncle Florian and aunt Vivian are protective of their children when it comes to the Draconia family…

Having arrived at their personal suites, Vil clapped in order to catch the attention of his family members.

"Unless there aren't enough rooms for all of us individually, we will be sleeping separately. If there is a case in which the rooms are limitedly numbered, you can share a room with any of us since there are usually two beds in a single suite anyway." enunciated Vil.

His siblings, Neige, and Evonie nod in agreement and in sync.

Thankfully for the family, there were a good number of rooms. Meaning they didn't need to share a bedroom.

Conveniently enough, Evonie's suite was somewhat close to the area she was standing in.

She smiled as she walked to her room, marveling in all of the spectacular decorations surrounding the palace halls. It felt almost intimidating to her that there was so much gold.

Unaware that someone was in front of her, Evonie ended up bumping into them. And to her surprise, the impact was strong enough for her lower body to hit the ground.

The Addams are a family of immense wealth…. But I don't know if we can top something like this

As well as make the person drop their books.

"I-I'm so sorry!" Evonie exclaimed, immediately picking up the many books in an almost frantic way.

The person chuckled as they placed a hand over her hand."It's fine. Accidents can happen no matter the circumstance." They stated, a gentle smile on their face.

Blonde hair… Blue eyes… I'm sure he's Prince Allen's brother. If I didn't know any better, I would've assumed he was Briar's brother. Evonie thought, remembering her golden haired friend from the slumbering willows.

After a moment of silence, they extended their hand. Knowing that they were trying to help her up, Evonie cautiously took their hand.

"I apologize for bumping into you…" she repeated, feeling anxious.

They smiled slightly brighter."It's nothing to fret, it was accidental after all. In any case…" they trailed off, piquing Evonie's interest as she rose an eyebrow at them.

"My name is prince Erez, Allen's younger brother and the second prince of the kingdom of dawn." Erez greeted Evonie with a polite bow.

Evonie hummed as her awkward smile remained on her face."Evonie Apfel. It's a pleasure to meet you, your highness." She curtsied, perfectly maintaining her composure.

Erez chuckled yet again."I see. So you are the cousin of Lady Shard that I've been hearing about recently?" He asked as he tilted his head, curiosity seemingly filling his aura.

"Eh…. Yeah, actually." Evonie answered cautiously, scratching the back of her neck. In response, Erez grinned.

…. After a long moment of silence, Evonie sent Erez a nervous grin as she walked past him.

"Well uh… I gotta go to my room now. Can't exactly stand in this hallway forever, right?" Evonie said, attempting to crack a joke.

Unfortunately, she immediately regretted making that joke out of pure embarrassment-

Upon that realization, Erez turned red with embarrassment and laughed nervously."O-Oh! Right, I see…. I-I'll see you around, Lady Apfel!" He promised, making random hand gestures that made Evonie giggle.

"B-But before you go…"

"Hm?"

Before Evonie turned around to face Erez, waiting for his question to escape his lips.

He looked at her sinisterly."Don't trust Allen, behind that facade…. Lies a no-good little…" He mumbled the last parts of his sentence before sending Evonie a reassuring smile. A complete opposite to his words moments earlier.

Evonie gripped her suite's doorknob tightly before humming softly."O-Okay…" she murmured, before entering her suite.

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Erez was in the palace library, calmly reading books without a care. He hummed softly as he picked up his next book, "To kill a mockingbird".

After reading a couple pages, he heard the library doors slam open as Allen marched into the room. Fury within his aura that it would've been enough to make Erez laugh.

"EREZ!" Allen shrieked,"WHAT KIND OF BULLSHIT DID YOU SPEW TO OUR GUESTS?!" He grabbed him by the collar.

Erez gasped as his energy feigned "innocence" and "confusion".

"Oh my dearest brother… Whatever are you talking about? I simply do not know what you could possibly mean.." Erez held back his laughter as Allen's face increased in his fumes of anger.

"YOU ASSHAT, YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!" He yelled while his voice echoed throughout the large halls of the library.

Sending him a sweet little smile, Erez placed his pointer finger over his lips."Easy there brother, inside voices only." He mocked, whispering so quietly that Allen could barely hear his voice.

Grunting, Allen shoved Erez away from him as he crossed his arms.

"Whatever you're doing, it won't work. I am the eldest, therefore that makes me the heir." Allen proclaimed, looking down at his significantly shorter younger brother.

Erez rolled his eyes."You may be older, but you are no match for me in terms of popularity in high society. Now, you are beloved by the commoners and deemed 'relatable' for your rowdiness…" he continued.

"But remember brother…. The nobility is the class of mortality that actually matters."

Allen pursed his lips, unable to find any words for a response. As for Erez, he merely smirked as his blue eyes glowed with insanity..

"Besides… You and I both know that once you come of age, father will simply discard you to marry a foreign princess and make me ascend the throne."

"Just because he favors you over me does not mean jack shit, Erez."

Erez hummed softly, slamming his book shut."To you at least. You and I know damn well that mother and father simply act like they care for you so their social standing increases. After all, I'm simply playing a role. Just like you, like our mother… And like our father." He concluded, crossing his legs and looking up at his older brother.

"Face it, Allen… You're never going to get what you want. And what you want… Is love."

Allen couldn't think of a response, and merely sighed heavily."I don't have time for this…" he muttered before turning around to leave.

Before he did, he turned back to face his brother.

"You and I both know that I will be the one to win this chess game, brother."

Allen marched out of the library, slamming the doors so hard that it echoed throughout the library for a couple minutes.

Erez smiled sweetly as he continued his book."Oh my darling older brother…" he trailed off.

"... A pawn will always be brought down first."

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manasurge · 9 months

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GW2 30 Day Challenge

9. Favourite NPC?

Uhhmm... I don't exactly have one standout favourite. But for starters, I'll get the most obvious ones out of the way: Caithe, Peitha, and for villains, Scarlet Briar (I'm sorry for being predictable with annoying hyperfixations) As for the other non-direct staple main NPC characters, my other favourites mostly come in pairs (which are completely unsurprising): Carys and Tegwen (I love them sm) Cymbal and Nia (especially while working on Chuka!!) Dahlia and Rose :( (they still make me cry and I still keep Rose's diary in my bank) Amaranda the Lonesome (I just think she's super interesting and sad we didn't get much more of her. I wanna be friends with her :( ) Magister Sieran!!! (I'm so sad and exhausted of all the unfair hate she gets. I love her and still miss her) Kunnavang!!! (I'm so sad we didn't get more of her too. We were robbed!!!!!! I'm adding her to my OCs storyline bc of this and also bc of cute dragon buddies sushi date) I'm sorry I just feverishly attach myself to the plant lesbians for comfort and validation and they hold a special place in my heart (I would die for all, and same goes for the rest of the non-Sylvari ones too!! I love them all. I just have a bit of a bias lol).

Sorry I can't pick just one favourite lol. Also no pictures this time bc I'm tired af and already missed a day or two ;v;/

#30daygw2challenge #i have a one track mind 😔#sobs quietly while I hold them all softly

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libidomechanica · 2 years

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Muzzle beneath her dreams all else, but all minutes crawled

A sonnet sequence

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Fates between you in the day that sweetnesse on the gusty tree. Each spake on sweet music, our mom did not such a love must need. A quiets sake the zero vector, which from his a Wine this new-mown hay, but in every sight, i’ll no gang to you! Then reasoning hidden fancies? The Baron rich, where the spells, in her golden prime. And with those hills, that it take a weary wanton and suffrable. For Time, no odor but by the stature I am. And tower; but thou, Love, for to dye, that beauty still the ring on the tall, which should pen you to be, for ioy could hearkens not! Tho’ father solemn air midst the bases louely light which shake the planet. It is not in the mocking a curl; or with a smile, and never either euill speak as yet. The Lord of Death any Breath of shameful dawn that, dizzy trance; som for Lo, heere above, with ropes of me when with your Serpent to kill.

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Dead! Lie on t, ’ if I wolde, as near her father way: so that which lost head, my wealth well-practice losing fame: he who look, so order’d world is former plane is lamed, fortune’s the test. There I am, now wol I speketh only to the rest, who wouldst then Hesperus his she knew that faine doth Love and bad, on the lamp with delight, that care, thanne wolde lyve parfitly, and when the moon, or to should have heard sittes not sit with thirst of high degree. Days he feasted, driven: my truest she be found me that rivers come to order’d o’er the mastiff old in shadowed lawn; my friends, but before.

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Jeanne Theories (but more like questions)

A dump for all my questions and theories about Jeanne. In the manga, the third chapter is named after her (Chapter 1 is Vanitas, while Chapter 2 is Noe). Arguably, you could say she’s the third most important character. Among all of the main characters, her past seems to be the one we know least about. This actually ties to my questions relating to vampires and their ages.

I am a bit confused about how aging works with vampires and how that reflects physically. We have Noe and Dominique who are chronologically the same age as Vanitas. Assuming nothing goes wrong, human Vanitas would die of old age (except we know that isn’t the case), while Noe and Dominique would look physically the same how many years later. Jeanne’s age wasn’t intentionally revealed because I think it ties in with the plot, but we know she’s centuries older than the main cast. She’s been with Ruthven since before the betrayal, and grew up with Chloe. This is where it gets confusing for me. Chloe became a vampire at four, but physically stopped aging at eleven years old. Jean Jaques was also a hidden vampire changed by Babel but he ended up growing and looking older than Chloe (at least physically). Same with Jeanne. She and Chloe met when Jeanne was younger than her, but Jeanne grew up to look like a young woman. I’m curious as to the difference as to why it was only Chloe who stopped growing physically at around eleven years old, although she’s older than Ruthven.

Jeanne’s link to Luna of the Blue Moon

I don’t think the line above is a throw-away line. Jeanne was of Ruthven’s time, and we find out that Luna had also seen her, specifically during the time of the Great War. She left that big of an impact on Luna that they would retell the story to Vanitas (and I presume Mikhail too), which had that much of impact on him as well.

They removed this context from the anime which makes it as if Vanitas heard of Jeanne through stories, except we know from the manga that it was more personal since he heard it from Luna.

Why exactly did Luna have admiration towards Jeanne? Was it because she was slaughtering Vampires of the Red Moon? But contrary to the rumors, recent chapters would show us that Luna didn’t seem to be a vengeful entity or hold ill-will toward Vampires of the Red Moon.

Luna was also probably the reason why Vanitas felt an initial connection with Jeanne. Like with his hourglass earring, the name, the book, the gloves, etc., despite their complicated past, Vanitas seems to be (consciously or unconsciously) maintaining a link with Luna.

Jeanne’s Slumber (possible connections with Sleeping Beauty)

Why was it necessary for Jeanne to sleep all this time? And why did she have to wake up now, at this exact moment in time? What exact thing does Ruthven need to use her for, and for what purpose? Because let’s admit it, Lord Ruthven is shady af.

It’s also ironic how Jeanne reads Sleeping Beauty and places Vanitas in the princess’ position, when she has more in common with the fairytale. Having to sleep for a hundred years, her mark is that of a rose with thorns evoking the imagery of ‘Briar Rose’ and the spindle, while her epithet ‘Hellfire Witch’ evokes imagery of the evil fairy who could turn into a dragon and breathe fire (admittedly I may be focusing on the Disney version too much).

We know she’s named after Jeanne d’Arc, a martyr who was burnt at the stake (please, please, let this not be foreshadowing of how she dies) hence the connection to her epithet ‘Hellfire Witch’, but even disregarding how vampires (and perhaps humans as well?) have true names, Vanitas says she was ‘bestowed’ a saintly name. We know she was adopted, and we don’t know the circumstances of her birth which are shrouded in mystery, but could Ruthven have been the one to grant the name ‘Jeanne’ to her?

If not for the fact that we already had Florifel and Eglantine in the first chapter, I would have thought Jeanne’s true name and malnomen if she gets one later would be connected to the fairy tale of Sleeping Beauty.

Jeanne’s Malady

The vampires in Vanitas no Carte are different from the stereotypical portrayals of vampires, except for one - Jeanne. Jeanne has that uncontrollable desire to drink blood, and yet as of now, doesn’t appear to be a curse bearer. Based on her patchy memories, we can infer it was Ruthven who made her like this, is the one to supply her with her sketchy medicine, all the while forcing her to swear not to talk about it.

Is she in the same predicament as Loki, Luca’s older brother, forced to have the symptoms of a curse bearer and yet being prevented from being cured, by Ruthven? For what greater purpose? Why is it necessary for Loki to be a curse bearer? And more intriguing than that, why is he consenting to it? It all relates to the Queen somehow, something which no one is privy to except the Oriflamme Family.

Sleeping Lions

Who could Marquis Machina be referring to? Everyone in the Oriflamme family, and by extension Jeanne, have connections with the imagery of lions and fire (they seem to have an elemental affinity like how Luca displayed, except that Ruthven’s is black fire, which makes me wonder what color Loki’s flames would be if ever). Jeanne can’t seem to manipulate the World Formula like Ruthven and Veronica though. The flames come out of her gauntlet, Carpe Diem.

In relation to that, I think Misha’s patron is Marquis Machina. In the same way, Marquis Machina built Carpe Diem for Jeanne, I think he built Misha’s hand and dog for him. I mean Marquis Machina doesn’t seem to be working with Ruthven and Charlatan. His pieces seem to be the kin of the Blue Moon (Vanitas and Misha), the dhams, and the De Sade family. It could also be that the De Sade have their own agenda and are just using Marquis Machina or it’s just a mutual beneficial arrangement. If so, an eventually power struggle is bound to break out, possibly between the De Sade and the Oriflamme families, and poor Jeanne will be caught in the middle. Where then does the Shapeless One play into this? Perhaps a third faction? A silent observer? A loyalist to the queen? There’s still too little information to theorize.

Who could the Sleeping Lion Marquis Machina wants to see wake up be?

Jeanne, Faustina, Luna, and Naenia

It could just be a stylistic thing, but the long flowing light colored hair seem to be common among all of them.

In relation to Pandora Hearts and its themes of will and what measure is a person, what if the Jeanne that we know now is just a consciousness inhabiting a body (kind of like Oz and Jack), specifically the queen’s body to be exact. It would certainly be foreshadowing to when she says ‘promise to kill me when I’m no longer myself anymore’.

Alternatively, the current Jeanne we know may just be a vessel or a golem to house the Queen whose body has deteriorated. It certainly would explain why she was treated as a doll even in her earliest memories. ‘Jeanne’ isn’t supposed to exist.

Although it’s a long shot, since Ruthven has connections with Charlatan, and by extension Dr. Moreau, could ‘No. 70′ have been Jeanne? Again like I said, it’s a long shot. I think it’s likelier that No. 70 is a character we haven’t been introduced to yet.

Jeanne’s Parents

This is a Mochizuki work. Of course, there’s got to be something to it. Why exactly did they side with the humans so suddenly in the war? What horrible thing did the vampires do to have over a thousand of their kind turn against them? And yet the way it reads, rather than betray Ruthven, I think Jeanne’s parents along with all of the vampires who were slaughtered were sacrificial pawns. Maybe I’m just really biased against Ruthven, but I think he was the one to lead the rebellion of his students, and like Chloe, although he presents himself to be an ally of the current Vampire Monarchy, perhaps he’s just biding his time to get revenge for his students. In working with Charlatan, it’s vampires who he’s harming.

What greater purpose could he have in wanting to assassinate his own nephew or ally himself with a known vampire extermination unit of the Chasseurs (Gano and his ilk) or in killing so many vampires by having their true names corrupted?

Face to face with Noe, we see in their meeting that Noe says the exact same words Ruthven told Chloe when he was younger. Noe reminds Ruthven of his students, while Ruthven reminds Noe of his teacher. I’m not really sure where I’m going with this, but it seems like the Ruthven of now scorns his past self’s moderate and progressive ideals of vampires and humans living in harmony. He speaks of our side, your side, and Noe having to choose one or the other. And yet all of his collective actions at this point have served not to protect but rather harm vampire kind, which puts him in direct opposition to Vanitas who wants to save vampires.

In relation to Jeanne, there will be a boiling point. She’s loyal to Luca and she’s loyal to Ruthven. She’s incredibly fond of Dominique. As of now, she also loves Vanitas. And yet down the line, inevitably Luca and Ruthven will be on opposing sides, so I am curious to see how the betrayals and conflicting loyalties will play out.

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hello these are the bnha fics i’ve read so far and i just made this to track them for myself. favorites are marked with a 💥! more bakudeku plus tododeku and other ships under the cut.

bakudeku

💥 Bluebird - EtherealBeing (53k)

Dialing a wrong number was no unusual occurrence. Everyone did it once in a while, and Katsuki was well aware of that fact.

However, possessing this knowledge made it no less aggravating for him to discover — a full two minutes into his rant about his day — that he’d been venting his frustrations to a complete stranger. As if that wasn't enough, said stranger was also inexplicably determined to hear his story to its end.

Let’s Be Alone Together - lalazee (3k)

Prompt: Deku being aggressively forward in his pursuit of Bakugou, and how that big oaf would react to someone else actually making the first move.

“Are you going to spend your entire life wishing you’d kissed me or are you gonna grow some balls and fucking do it?”

Bell Pepper - ticklishivories (7k)

Midoriya knew they wouldn’t talk about it. He was right. But he never thought it’d happen again.

spilling over every side - failbender (6k)

No good deed goes unpunished, not when there's a crazy lady with a complex and Lust Quirk parading around the city. By now, Katsuki should probably be used to things blowing up in his face.

be loved - bonnia (5k)

They sit there, in the darkness of the common room, about a few centimeters between them, but miles apart. Somehow, the quiet is companionable. More than it has been in many years. Katsuki knows he’s responsible for the rift between them, and he knows even more that it can’t only be Deku who attempts to mend it.

“Hey,” he says, after a while, and Deku turns to him in question, but Katsuki refuses to look his way. “Touch me again.”

(or: the kidnapping incident leaves bakugou traumatised about being touched on the back of his neck, and midoriya decides to take matters into his own hands)

Leftovers - brichibi (6k)

“Did you two make up?”

That. That’s why that fight felt like it was worth it, even if, technically, Izuku can’t answer her. Have they made up? Is this making up?

He actually doesn’t know.

[Or: the house arrest fic where it is, somehow, more awkward to talk through feelings than it is to fight]

lust-drunk - theboykingofhell (8k)

The one where Bakugou tries not to lose his mind to lust, and Midoriya is the useless gay who does nothing to help that matter at all.

💥 Quiet Rapture - lalazee (261k) - inc.

That A/B/O fic where cocky Alpha Bakugou falls in mate-love at first scent, while Midoriya is just a poor bookstore-owning Omega who got his nose punched in is a kid and can't smell a damn thing. Also known as: That time an Alpha had to use his actual personality to woo his mate instead of relying on his scent.

💥 A Demolition Boy & his Cryptid BF - kewltie (8k)

Bakugou of the Demolition Squad is famous for running one of the most popular Youtube channels on the web that regularly blow shit up and jumped off a perfectly good building for shit and giggles. He's also famous for his Cryptid BF™, never appearing on camera except for a few bodyshots and all information on him is kept locked up tighter than Fort Knox, therefore drawing all sort of attention and curiosity toward his mysterious boyfriend.

Deku from Deku Explains is a hopeless chatterbox who is known for uploading 20-30 minutes video that talked about his favorite shows and comics and have one of the most devoted following on Youtube. He also can't seem to shut up about his boyfriend Kacchan, who regularly make his presence on the channel as a disembodied voice.

They should theoretically have nothing in common except a shared platform to host their content and an army of fans with an endless curiosity and devotion to their Youtubers. Vidcon is where we lay our scene and the internet is about to get a rude wake up call.

What The Fuck Did You Just Call Me? - reading_raindrop (8k)

“A-ah B-Bakugou! You dropped some pencils!”

Katsuki stiffened. Kirishima and Kaminari froze. Basically, everyone within earshot stopped what they were doing to look at Izuku like he sprouted a second head. What did he just call him? “What the fuck did you just say to me?”

Katsuki whipped his head towards Izuku with his signature death glare as he stood up from where he picked up the fallen supplies.

“U-um I said you dropped some pencils! I think this eraser might be yours to-”

“No. What the fuck did you just call me?”

Izuku starts calling him Bakugou and it pisses the explosive teen off a lot more than he thought it would

💥 take care - Chrome (2k)

There are words to say stay safe, I’ll miss you, I love you, but Kacchan has always preferred to leave things unspoken. Izuku isn’t much with languages, but he thinks he’s figured out this one.

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“Emotional constipation manifested as over-the-top housewifery?” Mina asks. Before Izuku can say that is not what he meant at all, she nods. “Yeah, I can see it.”

Just Look At Me - Colourcubify (52k) - dnf

Midoriya is completely happy with his life. Nope, not one single regret in his twenty-seven years. He especially doesn't regret running into his old childhood friend/bully after almost ten years, nor does he regret spilling coffee all over his very expensive looking suit. How nice it will be to die with no regrets. ~~~~ AKA the sugar daddy AU I meant to be a one shot, that turned into a full fledged story.

A Nest for the Best - Camellia_Sinensis (1k)

Deku’s been nesting and asking everyone in 1-A for pieces of clothing for his horde. Everyone, that is, except Katsuki. Cue the jealousy.

unforgiving - i_write_emotion (19k)

Deku is hit with a quirk that takes away his ability to forgive, and Bakugou’s world comes crashing down. Quirkless!Deku. Pro-hero!Bakugou.

@ Deku WRONG CHAT - katyastark (16k) - inc.

Deku: THE LENGTHS I WOULD GO TO JUST LICK THE SWEAT OFF HIS ABS hnnnnnghhh

Deku: or! like! It doesn’t even have to be his abs! It could be anywhere else! I’m not picky!

Pinky: excuse me what

ChargeDolt: OMG

Uravity: @Deku WRONG CHAT

I love you. I’m completely and utterly in love with you. Please don’t get married. - InkspillsNotebook (6k)

Ta-Da!!!! I hope you all enjoy the finished product!!! I'm sorry (not sorry) I broke a lot of you when I first posted this to tumblr!!

Procrastination - capncapk (5k)

But it is still surprising to see his more-than-friend-but-also-lover-he-guesses in his office seeking attention though Izuku already turned him down.

Usually he'll get a text of 'wyd?' followed by a time and place if Izuku responds with a confirmation, and silence if he's busy.

Or slammed into the wall in the agency's shower for a quickie if no one was around, which despite his anxiety, he often acquiesces to.

While You Were Sleeping - Belkacaramelka (71k)

The one where quirkless fanboy Midoriya Izuku rescues Pro Hero Todoroki Shouto, gets mistaken as his fiancé while he is in a coma, and gets caught up in the most unlikely fake engagement... until his childhood enemy and Todoroki's classmate Bakugou Katsuki tries to catch him out, and they both end up discovering a lot more about each other than they'd expected.

Quirkless AU based on the film; endgame BakuDeku. -- Katsuki didn’t know when the change had happened: how he had gone from asking why Todoroki chose Deku of all people, to wondering why it was Todoroki that Deku chose. Troublesome Deku, who cooed like an idiot at cats, tripped at a random catcall and sang badly. Who, despite everything, proved that it wasn’t the quirk that defined a person. Deku, who was too much, not his, and undeniably off limits to begin with.

briar roses (and hundred years of sleep) - vannral (16k)

In complete honesty, no one who knows the Class 3-A should be surprised anymore. Izuku is asleep.

In which Izuku is hit by a ‘Sleeping Beauty’ Quirk, Class 3-A tries to find his True Love and get them to kiss him, and Katsuki’s very angry about it all.

Yes, They’re All Safe - teaandtumblr (5k)

Villains have entered UA grounds and are disposed of just as quickly, but that doesn't mean a headcount of the students doesn't need to be done. Toshinori would admit, he wasn't quite prepared for what he found in Bakugou Katsuki's room.

💥 all choked up - spicyrabbit (5k)

Bakugou Katsuki had a habit of turning away from the heard. At 16, he does this by coming to terms with wanting, desperately, to see his childhood friend cry.

💥 May I take your order, dipshit? - supercrunch (6k)

So, like, maybe Bakugou wasn’t really the best choice for this whole pizza delivery shindig.

(Midoriya in love, Bakugou in denial, and way, way too much cheese.

A BakuDeku romance in thirty minutes or less. )

blooms every hour - dynamighttiddy (7k)

“It’s you, okay?!” Deku screams. “It’s you. And I know you’ll never love me back, so -” Deku wipes his eyes and straightens. “So just leave it.”

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Deku has hanahaki, and Katsuki doesn't know how to save him.

all choked up - dynamighttiddy (7k)

“Deku, what the fuck are you doing?!”

Izuku asks Kacchan to help him train blackwhip. Things don't exactly go according to plan.

A Fight To The Death - iknewaman (10k)

Izuku isn’t competitive by nature, but when the blond, cocky asshole from the other table’s team gets involved he suddenly becomes hellbent on winning.

Rival Pub Quiz AU

💥 Like the Moon - osakakitty (15k)

Katsuki Bakugo is having constant, erotic dreams about Izuku Midoriya. He isn’t sure why, but they won’t go away. In order to make them stop, he needs to figure out what Izuku Midoriya means to him.

Canon-verse story in which Bakugo is confused about his feelings for Midoriya, and doesn’t know what he wants. Besides a good night’s sleep.

💥 We Wear Chains on the Weekend - surveycorpsjean (35k)

Well, in a day of revelations, it turns out that Izuku isn't as vanilla as Katsuki previously thought. Unfortunately, that fascinating discovery is overshadowed by Izuku's dumbassery, because he has zero concept of aftercare.

"Don't go to anyone else," Katsuki says, because screw it. He can do a better job anyways.

Or; Katsuki finds Izuku on a bad drop.

take me out to dinner first - dynamighttiddy (3k)

“Kacchan,” Deku chides. “What’s going on?”

Katsuki takes a deep breath.

He trusts Deku with his life. He can trust him with this, too.

“Have sex with me.”

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Katsuki Bakugou is one of the only virgins left in class 3-A - and with graduation just around the corner, he's desperate to change that.

💥 that ultra kind of love - dynamighttiddy (11k)

“So, uh,” Kirishima starts. “Was that your first kiss?” he whispers, almost sheepish. Katsuki’s stomach drops, and he freezes. Memories of green eyes and freckles and soft lips flash behind his eyelids. “Yeah,” he lies easily. “That was my first kiss.”

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In which Bakugou pretends Kirishima is his first kiss, amongst other things.

to the moon and back - kewltie (1k)

"He gets stupid when he's drunk," Katsuki seethes in his seat as he watches Izuku croon love notes into Uraraka's throat. He’d never met a worst lightweight then Deku, who become some kind of demented affectionate monster.

💥 Bridges - supercrunch (18k)

Yaomomo sighs. “We’ve got a little bit of a situation, Bakugou. Ashi—uhm, somebody might have accidentally signed you up for that modelling gig.”

Katsuki holds up a hand. "So what you’re telling me here," he says, "is that you told Calvin Klein I would model for them. In my underwear.”

Ashido sinks behind a desk to hide. “Yes.”

(The thing is, they really do need the money. And Katsuki's technically the leader of this bunch of morons, so he finds himself taking the job even though his pride will never recover. And even though nobody thought to tell him that he'd be working with his ex-boyfriend. You know, the cute freckled guy from high school who went and broke his heart.

So, yeah. This whole situation kind of sucks.)

Crescendo - supercrunch - inc. (4k)

(Izuku's band is on their way to the top of the charts. But the real star, he thinks, is the drummer.)

Guilty Kiss - osakakitty (1k)

He could feel Midoriya's eyes on him. Even though he knew it was wrong, Bakugo still wet his lips in anticipation.

(Canon-verse) A short story about making out in a closet. It's messy, but so is their relationship.

💥 Surfaces - surveycorpsjean (25k)

Katsuki has a new girlfriend, but something isn't right.

As impossible as it is, Izuku can't help but wonder what it'd be like to be called Katsuki's girl.

Classical conditioning - supercrunch (8k)

(or: how to trick a boy into going out with you.)

Alright. Maybe his idiot friends had a point, Katsuki thinks as he shoulders open the front door. His mother’s in the living room drinking coffee. Katsuki kicks off his shoes and stomps over. “Am I charming?” he demands, blocking the TV.

Mitsuki pats his cheek. “Oh, hon. Not at all.”

💥 Dance Bunny - EllaBesmirched (17k)

Katsuki Bakugou spends most week nights by himself, sitting in a corner at his local strip club and passing time until he feels tired enough to sleep. Work leaves him stressed and the new city he moved to a year ago is just different enough that he can't sleep at night and can't seem to get comfortable no matter where he is.

When he finally changes up his schedule and decides to head to the club on a Saturday night, he is instantly infatuated with a part-time dancer who can do things with his body that Katsuki didn't even know were possible. The dancer calls himself Bunny. By the second lap dance, Katsuki realizes he is in trouble.

but the entrails are the best part! - supercrunch (15k)

The boy straightens up. He’s about half a head shorter than Katsuki, face soft and youthful and sweet. He turns to look at him properly. His dark hair shines in the dying light, basket of blooms looped over one arm and mouth quirked into a tiny half-smile. The sun hits his face and makes his eyes a bright greeny-gold, just like emeralds.

Katsuki likes emeralds.

“Pretty,” he says, reaching out and picking the stranger up around the middle. He’s surprisingly heavy, although Katsuki doesn’t mind. “I like you. Come see my nest.”

The boy hits him.

He’s stronger than he looks, turns out. Katsuki drops him and falls onto his back, pain blooming across his face. Birds sing. The sky’s a lovely shade of orange, clouds floating lazily by. The boy scarpers. He leaves his basket of flowers behind, footsteps thumping on the ground and fading away as he escapes.

The sun sets. Katsuki, lying flat on his back with a bloody nose, decides he’s just fallen in love.

tododeku

(You Know You’re Really) Cute - ladyhoneydarlinglove (2k)

Kirishima poses the question, who’s the cutest boy in Class 1-A? The answers kind of surprise everyone, especially Midoriya.

Everything Except - Pouler (28k)

"In retrospect, Midoriya probably should’ve realized the moment they were enveloped in a glittering pink cloud that something was about to go Very Wrong."

After an encounter with a unique villain threatens to change the nature of their partnership, Midoriya must find a way to get things back to normal between him and Todoroki. That is, if he's certain that getting 'back to normal' is what he really wants...

count your blessings, not your flaws - PitViperOfDoom (7k)

Midoriya Izuku has never been asked out, confessed to, or flirted with, except as a joke.

Riddles in the Heart - PitViperOfDoom (19k)

The law is clear: whoever correctly answers three riddles will marry the prince, while all who fail are to be executed. The people live in fear as more challengers try and fail, and the throne grows bloodier with every passing year. But a young prince, nameless and in exile from his home, believes there may be more to this brutal challenge than meets the eye.

Of course, there's only one way to find out: ring the gong, and take the trial.

Late bloomer - Nohaljiachi (10k)

That’s why when they’ve found themselves face to face on the ring of the sport festival once more, for the third time ever since they’ve met each other, and Izuku smiled at him, eager and challenging, self-confident but never full of himself, Shouto blinked, dazed and shocked, in realizing just how blindingly beautiful his best friend was. The way Izuku’s white shirt clung on his muscles, the little peek of his collar bone and the hard lines of his pecs visible under it, the way his thighs curved and filled the school gym uniform.

‘Oh, fuck—‘ Shouto thought, his head spinning, feeling like he just got run over by a freight train. ‘Shit. He’s- hot?’

Burn and Breathe - PitViperOfDoom (11k)

Soulmates are connected through pain, and some bonds have more to share than others. Todoroki Shouto wishes he could reject his soulmate. Midoriya wants nothing more than to protect his own.

one string, fit for a bow - furihatachlookie (5k)

There was no magical moment that played a part in Midoriya's realization that he liked Todoroki. The thin red string that greeted him every time he looked down at his hand was an obvious factor, yes, but it wasn't love at first sight either.

It sorta just... happened over time.

fire and feelings - kagshina (8k)

“Uh…” he starts, eyes widening. “Your finger’s on fire.”

Todoroki’s face scrunches together, confused, and then he looks down, noticing the flame. Midoriya watches as shock flashes across Todoroki’s face, and then horror, and then finally settles on embarrassment as he puts out the flame.

“Shit,” Todoroki mumbles, and Midoriya’s lip curves upward.

bakutododeku

💥 Fire in the Mountains - EllaBesmirched (168k)

“I’ll do it.”

Enji froze, fingers curling into a fist at his side, and didn’t turn around.

Shouto froze too, feeling his own eyes widen in shock at the words that had come out of his mouth, at the fact that he had actually stood up, followed his father out of the room, and dashed after him all just to say… he’d do it? He would do it? Him. Shouto Todoroki. He would--

Enji finally turned around and fixed Shouto with an expression so scathing, Shouto had to fight to keep his chin raised. “You’ll marry the Barbarian King.”

Shouto blinked. “Yes.”

The Ballad of Love and Hate - EllaBesmirched (6k)

After eight painfully long years, Katsuki finally has Izuku back. He's determined to keep him this time, and to do that, he knows there are some things he has to say.

(mis)matched - ethydium (12k)

Midoriya doesn't hate the idea of finding one's soulmate, even though he had long since given up on finding his own. And then Bakugou and Todoroki match, and while he's happy for them, his heart breaks from all the unsaid things he feels for them.

Or:

Midoriya pines and suffers his way to his own happy ending.

pillowed by love - ethydium (21k)

As a prank, Uraraka gets Midoriya a body pillow (dakimakura) with the image of Bakugou printed on it. Then another one with Todoroki's picture. Chaos ensues.

other

For who could learn to love a beast? - supercrunch (4k) - bakutodo

Bakugou takes a deep breath and steps out into the living room, eyes automatically adjusting to the change in light. There’s a boy hanging up his coat in the hall. He’s handsome, albeit in an annoying way, hair dyed two colours to match his heterochromia and skin pale and perfect and smooth. He looks expensive. “Bakugou.”

“That’s me,” Bakugou says. “You’re younger than I expected.”

“I’m older than I look.”

(Deku was right, damn him. Pretty boys are Bakugou's type.)

Want it All - surveycorpsjean (29k) - kiribakutododeku

“Hey, so..." Eijirou grins. "Can we ask you guys a question?"

Frankendick and the Great Acid Fiasco - EllaBesmirched (11k) - shiggyxdabi

Dabi had been intending to spend a very nice Saturday getting stoned and plotting murder, thank you very much, but when a trio of UA brats on enough L to kill a Beatle accidentally dose him and two other unsuspecting homicidal maniacs, Dabi has to change his plans a bit. Apparently no else around here knows how to trip balls and fucking enjoy it.

The Twitter - EllaBesmirched (8k) - tododenki

Shouto never really intended for anyone to find his secret Twitter account. He certainly didn't intend for Kaminari to see Shouto's thirst tweets about him. Luckily, Kaminari doesn't seem to mind.

pray you catch me - supercrunch (4k)

Katsuki pushes her shirt up to kiss her stomach. It’s silly, how it makes her heart flutter, how Izuku’s whispered I love you threatens to make her cry all over again. They’re unwrapping her from her clothes. They won’t let her hide, she thinks numbly. Won’t let her curl in on herself like she’s something dirty, Katsuki’s hands tugging off her underwear so she’s naked and exposed between them. “I,” she says breathlessly. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be crying. I’m just being dumb.”

Izuku shushes her. Another tear trickles down her cheek and into her ear. He kisses it away, humming, brushing her bangs off her forehead so he can press his mouth between her brows. “You have every right to be upset. We’ll deal with him later. For now just let us take care of you.”

“She’ll get the message once you stop talking and fuck her,” Katsuki says, slipping his fingers into her. She clenches around him and shudders. “Gonna eat you out ‘til you forget how to move. Now put that fucking motor mouth to good use, Deku.”

#bnha #fic rec #mha #my hero academia #bakudeku #tododeku #bakutododeku #i do want to start reading kiribaku drop some recs pls #im just in a bakudeku hole #im not complaining i like it here #bnha fic rec #mha fic rec

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astringofmadhousefloozies · 3 years

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The Birthday Fic

Several months in the making. Started around Ruggie’s birthday (Which is why he’s the opener) completed long past my own birthday.

Content warning for coarse language, sexuality, mentions of illness and the medication needed for managing it, and getting wildly horny to a point that even I was impressed with myself.

As always, there’s more in my Twisted Wonderland Fanfiction tag, send me a message if you liked it! (I know what the birthday gifts were from most everyone, even if not mentioned in-fic.)

~*~*~*~

"I'm sorry dude, what did you say? You ears started going and I just tuned the fuck out."

"I said, 'when's it your turn to have the school-run birthday party?' It's got it be soon." Ruggie's intentionally twitching his damn ears, has to be, and you had to physically shield your eyes to be able to answer properly.

"I don't fucking know, man, I need to have a birthday for that."

"Everyone has a birthday."

"Yeah, but I don't know when mine is."

"Can't Crowley tell you? He's got all kind of magic."

You sighed. "He tried that, so I could remember my proper name. He can't even get a year fix."

"That fucking sucks, Yuu." Ruggie passed you a pop can before cracking open one himself. "You should get one of these, too."

"Ah, maybe Riddle will take pity and dedicate me a specific Unbirthday party." What was this, melon? Not bad.

"That's not the same because you won't get loot."

"Yeah, you wanna go through fifty boxes of chocolates to get rid of all the ones with potion-of-suck-your-dick? I'm good."

He scrunched his nose in disgust. "People still trying love spells on you?"

"Not as much, but I still get Mal to check them over for me. He's good about that."

"He just doesn't want to share."

"Shush."

"It's true!" He stopped for a moment. "Does he know you don't have a birthday?"

"He hasn't realized yet and you're not going to tell him."

~*~*~*~

"Yuu?"

"Trey?" You blinked up at him. You didn't talk as much as you'd like to, mostly because every time he showed up your mouth rapidly filled with whatever treat he'd just made.

"What do you like best for cake?"

"I will literally eat anything that you put in front of me if you make it, even if it's full of shit I hate."

He raised an eyebrow. "Okay, new angle. What don't you like?"

Oh boy, he better prepare himself. "Fondant tastes gross, modeling chocolate is white chocolate so I hate it, a cake should be cake and not mostly fucking icing and rice crispy treats, most icing's too heavy for me if it's not whipped cream- why are you writing this down."

He looked up from his notebook, blinking at you with his pleasing yellow eyes. "Because you always give thoughtful feedback to my baking and I want to make you something as a thank you."

"Oh. If that's it, I'd rather have cheesecake."

~*~*~*~

"Mon Trickster~"

"Rook, I'm trying to re-" You yelped as he squeezed your waist, and you swatted at him. "Fuck's gotten into you?"

"What, I cannot play with my sweet friend?" He'd dragged you from your seat in the library, and was now doing his damndest to twirl you around without ramming you through the tables.

"Not right now! I expect this shit from Floyd, not you." He's going to get you both kicked out of the library if he doesn't smarten up.

"Our dearest Malfeasant is playing with the Rose King right now. Besides, he lacks my talents." He stretched your arms out straight before twirling you around, your back pressed to his front.

"Is that getting away with being a shithead?" you ask as you pap the side of his face, too little force to be a slap but with a similar message of 'stop'.

"Amongst much else, my dear!" He managed to dip you low, bracing one of your legs in the air, and you wiggled out of his grasp with a thump to the floor.

"Ah, what an invitation, ma belle! But alas, I cannot. It could never be. I'll see you at lunch." And he left you there, baffled, on the floor.

You wound up getting kicked out of the library after you started shrieking in rage and kicking like a damned toddler. What the fuck was that about?

~*~*~*~

"People are being weird."

"Everyone's weird around you." If Idia's combo kept, this would be a perfect match. "You encourage it in people with your presence. It's a passive AOE. No fighting against it."

"More than normal."

"It's the curse of spring. If you aren't sneezing, you see pretty girls and get stupid." He got his perfect match, and went back to the lobby. "Even I'm not immune to simp fever and spring flowers."

"You sure? You only go outside so you don't die of Vitamin D deficiency."

He pouted at you. "Girlfriends are supposed to be nice to you, you know."

"If I stopped, you'd wonder what's wrong. Anyway, then you couldn't brag to your followers about a tsundere girlfriend."

"You're not even a tsundere! You genuinely like me even when you're mean." He leaned back and stared at the ceiling. "You're maybe sadodere."

"What's that one?"

"Sadistic yet affectionate."

You opened your mouth but genuinely couldn't argue. He was too fucking cute not to be mean to! What can you say? That pwease-no-buwwy aura he got when distressed was just too much.

"Yeah." He paused, a small smile creeping across his face. "Yuu."

"Yeah?"

"You really like stripes, don't you?"

You looked down, at his blue striped shirt you were wearing. It honestly fit you better than it did him. Further down was pinstriped socks, and if you remembered, the underwear had stripes too.

"What do you think."

~*~*~*~

"Mal?" "Yes?" "Why do you have all this even if you don't wear any of it?" "I do wear earrings now, thanks to you." He dropped another oversized ring onto your finger. "The rest, I simply don't bother with unless I must appear in an official capacity."

"So I'm a special occasion?"

He smiled at you, sweet and genuine. "Always."

"Then why am I your jewelry rack today?" So many necklaces. So many rings. There'd be a crown on your head, too, if the crowns for Draconias weren't essentially elabourate chains hanging off the horns.

"Perhaps I enjoy seeing you wearing my things. You wear Shroud's all the time." He was slowly going through a box of rings, trading them on and off your fingers after puzzling over them.

"Your clothes are tailored, and I'm too big around." You thought for a moment. "So, Mal."

"Yes?"

"Are you planning on something you aren't telling me?"

He blanched and immediately went shift eyed. "Of course not."

You took a breath. "I'm gonna say no."

"Yuu-"

"I'm pretty sure your grandmother would eat me alive if I said yes."

"No!" He made a shushing guesture. "I... am planning something. But not a proposal, my goodness, that would be too much pressure for you and would splinter the kingdom." He sighed. "Even if I would like it."

"I know you would. What are you planning."

"No."

"Yes, tell me."

"It's a surprise. You'll get it at some point in the future."

You thought back to some of the stranger events of the past few weeks. "... is it a birthday party, Malleus."

"Nnnnnnoooooooooooooo?" His face was a desperate, wide-eyed mask of please-believe-me.

"Yes it is."

"I didn't say that."

"You might as well have!"

"It's not." He wasn't even facing you anymore, knowing his face would betray him.

You took a deep breath.

"I can keep pretending I don't know. I mean, if you want to throw a surprise party, I can't really stop you. And anyway," you added, "If I don't have a set birthday, there's no way I can know exactly when it's coming."

He relaxed, slightly.

"Don't get me a ring, though."

He chuckled. "That does have implications, doesn't it."

"Don't it, though?"

"I was checking what colours were most flattering for you." He finally turned around, all warm smiles. "I should have known. They all look lovely, because you're the one wearing them."

"Stop." You could feel you cheeks reddening. "If it helps, gold doesn't make my ears act up."

~*~*~*~

When you walked to your dorm one warm day, after school, you simply could not see the building for the brambles grown up since you left this morning.

"Yuu?"

"Grim?"

He squinted at you, unimpressed. "Your prince boyfriend has lost his fucking mind. Why'd he do this?"

"I think I know." You looked in amongst the branches, which held no roses, but something better. You plucked off a blackberry and held it to your little shoulder monster.

"Ew, no. I want tuna."

"Suit yourself." There was a path, and if you got on tiptoes, a tent half-hidden behind the briar. "You ready for a party, Grim?"

"What? What party?"

You shifted him from your shoulder to your hip as you walked along, careful of your sore arm. "They decided I needed a surprise party because I don't have an actual birthday. Figured it out like two... three? weeks ago."

"Why didn't you tell me?" He stopped, looked away, and bristled. "Why didn't they tell me?!?"

"Because you can't keep a fucking secret?"

He yelled and scrambled to the ground. "Hey assholes why didn't you tell me I better be getting presents too-" He's already out of sight, and you can't stop laughing at him. It's better like this, when he's himself.

~*~*~*~

Why is Everyone here. There's a huge stack of presents, there's a buffet table, there's chairs, there's -

"Shrimpie's here!" And then everyone converged with enough words that it was just a wall of sound; mystery hands leading you to a chair, someone was trying to stick a hat on you -

"Wait!"

People only stepped off and quieted because your voice cracked. Idia, hiding in a corner, managed to raise sympathetic eyebrows before whispering something into Azul's ear.

"I gotta go inside for like, five minutes, I'll be right back." And off you went.

~*~*~*~

"You don't seem the type to do drugs."

You looked up and laughed. "Well, Vil, I gotta get through the day somehow." You shook out two pills and poured a glass of water.

"What are they for?" He leaned against the doorway, as though it wouldn't cover his clothes with splinters and dust.

"These," you said as you pointed to the two in your hands "are anti-nausea. They're new."

"How many of those do you take?" He nodded towards the other bottles on the counter. “I didn’t see them during training.”

"Well," you said, as you started to number them off on your fingers. "I started the first ones after Eliza, to help stabilize my organs, the second ones were immunity-boosting after my pneumonia, I started taking vitamins after that as well, I got sleeping pills for nightmares after Jamil blotted - they don't always work, but hey - and, well." You shook your current bottle. "Your curse vapours are pretty good, it turns out."

He blanched, and you backpedaled. "You weren't yourself, and I only have to take these before meals now. I had to get IVs in the morning for a few days, I couldn't keep... wait, wait, shit, no, I'm sorry, don't make that face -"

Vil crossed the distance, putting his face very close to yours. "You should have told me."

"Why make you feel even worse, man?"

"Because I could have formulated something better for the damage." He flicked your nose, more exasperation than malice. "Cures and poison go hand in hand. I can't fix what was done if I don't know."

"Taking care of my medical woes is not your job, Vil."

"You don't get to tell me what is and isn't my job." He squeezed you close with one arm. "You're just an exhausting little potato."

"I'm a delicious little sweet potato that you can't resist."

He sighed, exhausted. "Yes you are. Now take your pills and stop with secrets."

~*~*~*~

"What kept you?"

"Had to make sure there's room in the fridge for all your food, Trey." He hadn't chosen one cheesecake - he had at least two dozen varieties of bite sized miniatures, labeled by flavour and potential allergens. "You were busy."

"Well, I felt like experimenting. I hope you don't mind."

"You're the one doing me a favour." You looked around, everyone chatting idly with one another. "Where's Mal."

"..."

"I swear to fucking god if he didn't get an invitation to the party he helped organize-"

~*~*~*~

It turns out he'd left to fetch an obnoxiously large bouquet of flowers, the scent so overpowering you thought your chair might tip from the force of it.

"You do enjoy them?" Mal was so cute when unsure.

"Yes, dear." As long as people didn't crowd in again. Lately, you can only take so much sensation before your brain shorts out and you start yelling. "Set them on the table, I'll have to start on them later." Hairspray and an arid room would have those dried within the week.

"Which part of the celebration will we start with first?"

"I don't know. It's my party but you're the ones throwing it. Where's Grim?"

He pointed over to one of the set up tables, where Grim sat in a pile of wrapping paper, furiously kick-scratching at a wriggling toy fish as big as he was, while Cater filmed. "We realized a few days ago he'd be unhappy if he didn't get his own presents."

"Aww. Is there catnip in that?"

He leaned in conspiratorially. "We're not supposed to have any on campus because Kingscholar is susceptible to it."

You went right past normal laughter straight to wheezing.

~*~*~*~

So far, the highlights were: A mycological photobook from Jade big enough to crush someone's head with (that he cheerfully wrote as such on the inside flap), an enormous multipack of slipper socks from Ruggie (with a note saying it was a return on the doughnut-patterened ones you'd given him for his own birthday) and a parure set from Floyd, crafted from thousands of woven seed pearls with carved coral feature beads that was frankly obscene in the amount of money it must have cost. (He, of course, said it was worth it as long as you wore it for him, and simply laughed when you quipped that he meant with clothing right?)

The rest was fantastic, still - various books and movies, a pretty glass vase from Ace stuffed with wildflowers, fine silk dresses from Kalim and a simple belled bracelet tucked in, from Jamil. Currently, you were opening a basket from Vil.

"Oh, wow," you meant with sincerety as you pulled out a light, fragrant soap. "You make this yourself?"

"Yes. There's soaps, shampoo, conditioner, perfumes, lotions..."

You smiled at him sweetly. "You saying I stink, Shoenheit?"

He mirrored your smile right back at you. "Be sure to use them."

"... I'm going to kill you," you said, laughing, as you lobbed the wrapping paper at his face.

~*~*~*~

"Az?"

"Mm?" He was watching with amusement as you looked the jacket over, a lovingly tailored frock coat in periwinkle wool and shell toggles.

"Are you sure this'll fit?"

"Of course." He guestured down the table to Rook, who waved. "He checked your measurements."

"When did-" Ohhhhhh. Oh. Alright. "I'm surprised he couldn't tell by just looking."

"I could, mon ange! But that was more fun!"

~*~*~*~

Malleus barely hid his pout when sliding his box over to you, and it didn't take you long to guess why. "Floyd's jewels really show yours up, huh."

"Perhaps," he said, pointedly not looking at the boy currently playing with Grim.

"Yours are more special because they're from you." When unwrapped, the box was stunning; carved walnut with shell inlaid curlicues. "My god, how old is this?"

"Older than I am," he said with a smile.

"How old is that, Mal."

He just kept smiling, and you rolled your eyes and opened the box to reveal a piece far, far different than the frothy confection Floyd gave you. A single, sizable brooch of gilt and enamel, a tiny faerie woman staring up at you with imperious emerald eyes, she was so lovingly crafted you could see the tension of her muscles and the hair between her legs.

"This piece is only a hundred and fifty years old," he said mildly. "The artist lives in the Valley of Thorns, and created it in the image of her lover." His smile was fond, and sweet. "They're still together to this day. Even if we may not last so long, I hope that it can be as strong."

The sentiment was enough to make you tear up.

~*~*~*~

Several tissues and a bat-shaped blanket from Lilia later, Idia pulled out a large box. And another, and another.

"Uh, Idia."

He just turned red as he stacked another box.

"Dude, holy fuck. What did you do?"

"Looked at your wishlist on your shopping websites." He's flickering pink at the tips of his hair. "Couldn't decide."

"I told him to just get them all!" Ortho looked wildly proud of himself. "Some of them are from me."

You blinked several times. "I thought the sites broke." You started feeling faint. "Idia."

"Yes?" He finally brought out one last box, easily two thirds your height, and set it in front of you.

"Some of those dolls were... so much madol."

He was shifty-eyed. "Yeah."

"Some of the outfits were themselves more than some of the dolls on those wishlists."

Despite the redness, his face was still. "Yeah."

"Oh my god." You're already sitting down, but you need to lie down. "That's too much money."

"It's nothing, don't worry about it."

"Why do you have so much money one of those sites alone was at least a million madol's worth of-"

"Please just open the boxes," he said in a strained voice. "I don't want them all staring."

You take your shaking hands to start unwrapping, mentally trying to figure out which rooms in the building were sound enough to hold obscene amounts of porcelain, resin and plastic. By the time you were done, there were over forty of varying shapes and sizes with complete wardrobes for each; the last not even on any list - that was an art piece near as tall as you, a fine bone china girl with golden curls and knowing eyes from an artist whose work did not go for less than five million madol even firsthand. Your vision greyed at the sight of her, and when you came to your senses, everyone breathed a sigh of relief before spending the rest of the evening treating you as something at least as delicate and precious as her.

~*~*~*~

It's just past sunset, and guests are still milling about. You're not really looking at them, though - you're losing your little friend.

Grim's only himself in daylight, now. Once the night hits, he goes back to the strange, feral thing that laid your wrist open to eat a chunk of solid ink. He's gone twitchy, wordless, pacing with his now headless robot fish in his mouth, before finally tearing through the brambles to god-knows-where.

"... I don't know what to do about it. He doesn't come back at night anymore. What if he doesn't come back at all one night?"

"I won't let that happen." Idia was draped over the back of your chair, idly playing with the wrapping on your wrist. You couldn't see his face, but a curious tension was clear in his voice. "How many of those crystals has he eaten?"

"All of them, as far as I know." There may have been one on the camping trip that you were mercifully excluded from; thankfully your restraining order against Vargas meant that Grimm had been allowed to attend by himself. Good thing, too, your period had arrived weeks early. "Do you think it's like mercury poisoning? The effects get worse as more collects in his body?"

"Maybe. It's something to look into."

You snorted, lightly. "What do you know about it?"

"... Less than I'd like." Before you could ask, he leaned down to your ear to whisper, "I'd rather know you."

"What, now?" You looked around at the tables. "There's still people here-"

You barely stifled a cry when he nipped at your earlobe. "I put on something nice for you~" You could hear the smirk in his voice as he played every trick in his book to goad you. "Unwrap me and see~"

It took every ounce of self control in you to not throw him down on the table and take him right there, in front of God and every student in the school.

~*~*~*~

"I'm too late, I see."

"Close that damned door before everyone hears."

Malleus obediently shut the door to the balcony before setting his slotted pillow on the dresser. "They couldn't even if they had their ear to the door, I soundproofed all our rooms months ago."

"Aren't you clever. Did they buy the excuse?"

"I think that they would have believed that you were going to bed if you did not say it as soon as Shroud went inside looking very proud of himself."

You flopped back onto your pillows, eliciting a sleepy grunt from Idia. "Shit."

"And if you didn't trip on the stairs in your haste."

"Now you're making fun of me."

"Perhaps," he smiled, sitting at the foot of your bed and idly stroking your leg.

"So, why didn't you tail up after us?"

"I am, if I try very hard, capable of some discretion, even when it comes to you," he huffed. "And anyway, someone had to see everyone off, get everything put away, and bring the gifts inside."

Your face fell. "I'm sorry-"

He crept up to put a finger to your lips. "It was very simple. Now," he pressed himself against you and turned to look at Idia's drowsing form, "what is this?"

You snickered lightly to yourself. "I think he found my browsing history." All you'd left on him was a fine pair of silk stockings, with delicate stripes from thigh to toe. You'd never thought he'd even consider wearing something like that, but your pretty blue boy was so full of surprises.

Malleus hummed to himself as he reached out a hand, dragging a finger along one bruised hip. Idia only sighed and fluttered his lashes, and Mal let out a stuttering gasp.

"Do you think," he whispered, voice hoarse, "that if I took these off with my teeth, that he would still stay asleep?"

You felt faint at the thought. "I don't know, but let me watch you try."

~*~*~*~

You awoke, later, to Idia sitting with the blankets pooled around his waist, five of his blue screens open. You couldn't make much sense of them, too sleepy to make out the letters on their obnoxious brightness, so you reached out both hands to squeeze his waist.

He yelped and scowled at you. "Go to sleep."

"No, you." The screens weren't making any more sense, but there was, briefly, a picture of Grim. "What are you working on?"

"I'm almost done," he said, which was not an answer but you were too tired to notice, so you reached up his back to wind a few locks of hair around your hand - and pulled, which lead to another annoyed yelp as he quickly saved and closed his work. "Just say you're weak to light attacks instead of doing that."

"You know I am." When he finally laid back down beside you, you put your face to his chest, as much to block out the light from his hair as for warmth and comfort. No wonder he slept so poorly, he literally gave off blue light every hour of the day, that only dimmed once he was already asleep. "Tell me about it later, okay?"

"Later," he said, and you drifted off between your two boys, which was almost as nice as sleeping with Grim in your bed, but this would have to do until he got better.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland fanfiction #malleus draconia #idia shroud #twst grim

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awesomerextyphoon · 4 years

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Charred Briar Roses

Prologue

This is a slightly dark take on Sleeping Beauty, takes more inspiration from ‘The Sun, The Moon, and Talia’. @giorno-plays-piano gave me the inspiration with her Orc!Bucky story, Desire.

Summary: You and your twin sisters have constantly been told not to not to venture into the northwest tower, but it looked so inviting. Now you’ve doomed yourself and your sisters to sleep for 600 years and be woken up by orc-human hybrids and not the extremely handsome princes that your mother had all but assured you. Well, at least things can’t get any worse…right?

Parings: Orc!Bucky x Black!Reader, Orc!Steve x Black!OFC, Orc!Sam x Black!OFC

Word Count: 849

Warnings: Semi-Graphic Depictions of Violence, Smut, Non-Con. You’ve been warned.

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In a time and place not here and not now, there was a vast and powerful kingdom rich in precious metals, stones, agriculture, commerce, technology, and the arts.

The king and queen were beloved by the people…but they had no children. They tried for years, but to no avail. The populace was worried because while the king and queen were benevolent, the king’s brother, Prince Sophronius, was a nightmare.

After exhausting all other options, they went to a medical witch for a potion that would induce fertility. The queen gave birth to triplets ten months later to great joy and fanfare across the kingdom. They were named Ghada (graceful woman), Fumnanya (love me), and Y/N.

Ambassadors and dignitaries from all over attended the public naming ceremony. The most notable guests were the Fae. Each one gave all three princesses a gift: Supernatural Beauty, Intelligence and Curiosity, Enhanced Condition & Combat Prowess, Wit, Empathy, and would bring great fortune to their loved ones. The last Fairy was about to give her gift when the Dark Fairy crashed the event.

She claimed that she was not invited (in reality, she was paid by Sophronius) and gave the triplets a gift of her own. When they turn 18, one of them will go up to the Northwest Tower, find and prick her finger on a spindle, all three will die and the kingdom will fall. And with that, she cackled and left.

All seemed lost until that Last Fairy, Aoife, spoke up. She couldn’t fully undo the curse, but she could modify it. Instead of dying, they would fall into a deep slumber until they are awakened by a kiss from their match.

The king and queen took all the precautions. They had all textile production take place far from the capital and sealed the Northwest Tower (they tried to destroy it, but the Dark Fairy already had countermeasures put in place). All the Fae who gave the triplets their gifts became their tutors.

The princesses became quite the adorable and precocious trio, if not a little mischievous with their pranks and ‘adventures’ throughout the capital.

All three came to have warm russet-brown skin with coral undertones and long dark purple hair that cascaded in luxurious curls (think 3b/3c hair). Their only difference in appearance was their eyes. Ghada’s was Tropical Ocean Blue/Silver Hazel, Fumnanya’s Bright Gold/Dark Sepia Brown Hazel, and Y/N’s was Light Forest Green/Midnight Blue Hazel.

They were taught/trained in History, Math, Science, Engineering, Governance, Medicine, Combat, and the Arts. Anything to keep them busy, and they soaked it up like super sponges.

All was well with their lives…until puberty hit them like an armored elephant.

Everyone commented on how beautiful/stunning they were. Almost all of the boys and some of the girls would ask them out on dates. Some of the older men would give them lecherous stares and older women would give them glances of spite or pity. They started getting marriage offers at 14, but their parents, particularly their mother was adamantly against it. No negotiations would be made until they were certain the curse had passed.

The girls got annoyed and sad with the attention they received. They felt like they had so much to offer besides their beauty and wealth.

The girls themselves somehow all liked cooking, combat, and governance. Ghada was more outgoing and sociable and liked reading, languages, and the Arts. Fumnanya was more reserved, but pretty funny once you got passed her shell. She liked history, medicine, plants, and science. Y/N was pretty mischievous and she liked tech/engineering, math, science, and the Arts.

The whole kingdom was aglow with joy when the princesses’ 18th birthday finally arrived. The palace was busy getting ready for the birthday celebration. The servants decorated the place with their favorite colors, and the cooks were working on a fantastic feast of their favorite foods.

Everything was right on schedule until one of the guards heard a scream and a thud from the Northwest Tower.

All three princesses fell into a deep slumber and Aoife started working on the spell for the capital when Sophronius and his followers rushed in and killed the king.

That action soon led to a battle that lasted for three days. It ended with three of the Fae getting killed, but Sophronius not getting the throne and its riches (especially the Nephrashim Crystal). Almost all were banned from the capital except for the princesses.

Aoife refurbished their shared rooms and the palace. She had the capital nearly frozen in time; every 200 years would be an hour for the capital and one year for the princesses. She surrounded the capital with thick thorn bushes guarded by an ever-vigilant dragon and that was surrounded by forest and shrouded by mist.

Sophronius tried to send some of his men to awaken the princesses, but they kept getting killed by the dragon or the thorn bushes. He decided to cut his losses after ten years and move on.

The princesses faded into myth and it would be 600 years before anyone would lay eyes on them again.

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