Day 5:Poisoned
Day 5: Poisoned
Fandom: IkeRev
Pairing: Lancelot x Hana (OC)
Prompt: Day 6 - Small Shop AU
Type: Bittersweet
CW: injuries, poison, description of a stab wound
WC: 1361
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“Hana” The voice entering the shop startles Hana. Rushing from the back she sees the King of Hearts leaning against her display. His hand is gripping his side, blood slipping through his fingers.
“King Lancelot” It is only a few seconds before she is by his side, supporting him and using her magic to move them into her room. Gently removing his mantle she removes his officer jacket as well, keeping her eyes trained on the wound.
“Urk” The pained gasp follows the soft gasp that Hana lets out as she removes the cloth sticking to his blood. Faint black and purple discoloration is seeping from the veins around his wound. Heat radiates from the irritated skin, the blood oozing from the wound doesn’t slow for even a minute.
“Hold on Lance” She teleports down to the store, flipping the sign to close, and looking for a certain bottle. Hearing a thud upstairs she wastes no time teleporting back to his side, letting out a cry of his name when she sees him slumping on the floor.
“No no no, Lance please” she gently maneuvers his head on her lap, summoning two bowls of water, cloths and a stack of herbs. Gently rubbing his hip, she washes the area and preps a needle, pulling the antidote from the bottle. Wincing when she notices he soaked through another set of bandages, she gently presses the needle to his skin, thankful he is unconscious.
“I am so sorry” she whispers as she gives him the antidote, brushing his bangs away from his sweaty skin. “Please, you have to fight this off” She murmurs, pressing a cool cloth to his forehead to help the fever. Picking up the herbs she adds them to one of the water, gently pressing it to his wound. Watching as the blood finally starts to slow, and the black and purple coloration retreats from his veins. The water of the bowl starts to turn a black and purple as she pulls the toxins from his body. Listening to his breathing, Hana lets out a breath of relief as his airways seem to open more, and his breath seems to even out.
“Hana-” the weak croak of her name has her looking down, glazed blue eyes looking back. Brushing her hands across his forehead and changing out the cool cloth, she lowers her ear so she can hear his strained whisper.
“ Stay” His rough whisper holds a hint of a command, and Hana snickers.
“You don’t command me, but I don't suppose I have anything else planned today” She whispers back, using magic to maneuver him back onto the bed. Gently removing his boots, she makes him as comfortable as she can, her hand lingers on his chest, his heartbeat is stronger than it was, the intense heat receding from his body. Humming a soft song, she brushes the hair from his face and sits next to him to keep watch, her medical journal in one hand. Her mind drifts to the first time they met, the King of Hearts being much more intimidating than the weak command he gave a few minutes before.
“What can I help you find today?” Her blood runs cold at the figure that steps into her shop. The red and white uniform is everything she was told to hide from, but here he is.
“I was told there was an order here from Kyle Ash, I am here to bring it too him” the simple words spun a knot in her stomach.
“Is Kyle hurt?” Worry floods her mind as she keeps her gaze down. Grabbing his basket, she hands it to the King.
“He is fine, just unable to come in. Is this everything he ordered?” The King asks, taking the basket and setting it on the counter. Hana just silently nods, turning to tend to her potions in the back.
“Wait please, I would like a word” His voice has Hana stopping in her tracks. She turns back to the King and he reaches out to lift her chin. Her deep blue eyes remind him of someone, but he can’t place who. Studying her face, he tries to find the similarities. Dark brown hair is pulled from her face and the fear in her eyes has him pausing.
“What is your name?” He asks and she pauses, not sure if she can even say. Finally finding her voice, it is barely above a whisper.
“Hana” The simple name has a frown crossing his face.
“Hana what?” He pries more, his fingers tightening on her chin. She pauses again and he waits, he can sense the magic in her, and he can tell the fear is rolling off her. Wanting to know why she is so scared, what she is hiding, he watches her.
“I don’t have a last name” She finally murmurs, sadness flickers in her eyes and Lancelot narrows his eyes.
“Who raised you?” He probes further and her gaze hardens, walls going up.
“I don’t know, I don’t remember much about my childhood.” freeing her chin from his grip she flees to the back area, sinking to the ground and clutching her heart. When the footsteps retreat anad the bell rings, she finally takes a deep breath.
Coughing pulls Hana from her memories, looking down she grabs the glass of water by the table on the edge of the bed.
“Here, drink this” She murmurs, guiding his head, his icy eyes watching her as she settles back down next to him.
‘You saved me?” he questions and she shakes her head.
“I was just doing my job’ she shyly replies, helping him sit up a little and get comfortable. She watches him carefully as she changes out the bandages, the heat from his injury is dulled don, and the blood has finally stopped.
“Who are you?” He asks weakly, shutting his eyes and Hana shakes her head.
“I wish I knew” her voice is near silent, watching the sun as it disappears behind the horizon. Lighting a lamp, she quietly tells her story.
“I woke up in the forest when I was 8. I had no idea who I was, or what my name was. I was found by a kind woman, an old alchemist who supplied the medics of Cradle with potions and medicinal needs. She raised me, and when she passed, I took over her shop.” Lancelot listens to her story, his mind heavy with exhaustion, but he finds the woman intriguing. He lets out a low groan, maybe empathizing it so she rushes to her side. He isn’t sure what it is, but the alchemist's hands are gentle and warm, soothing his heart.
“Easy, you should get some more rest, your body is still trying to fight off the fever and get rid of the last of the poison” Her voice is gentle, hand lingering above him. His eyes meet hers, and once again he finds himself lost in her eyes.
“Please, stay” the last words he remembers before he once again passes out. Hana’s eyes widen slightly as the request falls from his lips once again. A gentle sigh falls from her lips, her hand gently cups his cheek as she studies him. Ever since their first encounter, she has seen him from time to time. He comes in to get potions he doesn’t want the others to know about and will always leave her a gift of expensive ingredients, or flowers as a thank you. Looking over at the red and gold roses on her nightstand, she smiles softly. The heartless King may actually have a heart, and with his eyes closed, his face looks so much more serene, and beautiful. The alchemist’s words echo in her head,a constant alarm begging her to run, reminding her of the danger, the one she chooses to ignore.
“No matter what Hana, never let the King of Hearts find you, he will banish you without a second thought.” The warning was clear, but looking at the King, Hana was sure he wouldn't banish her, not after she saved his life. He did come to her after all.
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You thought it was over? Ha
Guess who’s back Pookie!
May I request Roywen with a Cinderella au! Specifically the scene at the ball with “So this is Love”
Hope this request makes sense and happy Valentine’s Day!
HELLAUR ELLRIZZ!! I'm gonna have so much fun writing this omgg 😈😈 (Your ask for Porter and Molly will be in the works a little later!)
'C'est ça l'amour [ 1/2 ]
(Central) Characters Featured: Roya Callistis, Gwendolyn Schnee
↳ { Gwendolyn belongs to @/starry-night-rose }
Others mentioned/featured: Tinsley LaBelle, Rubina Callistis, Davidson Novellion
↳ { Tinsley belongs to @/jasdiary }
Pairing: Roya Callistis & Gwendolyn Schnee
Event: Valentine's Day 2024 💌
↳ Type: AU Oneshot! 「 Cinderella 」
Synopsis: So this is love? So this is what makes life divine.
Warning(s): Potentially ooc, loosely inspired by the Disney 1950/2015 adaptations, Rubina and Davis /j /j, two-parter!, surprisingly longer than I thought holy shit
[ Apologies for any out of character moments ]
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His Highness Roya Callistis was bored beyond belief.
There he sat, in his elaborately decorated throne, one that once belonged to his Father; And will inevitably become his when he finds himself a bride.
The only problem? Finding a bride in a sea of young noblewomen proved to be predictably difficult. And tedious.
As another potential suitor had announced their presence to him, Roya could only sit there in awkward silence. Only giving the pitiful young ladies of the night a nod of acknowledgment.
This predicament, in turn, happened to bring a sense of irritation upon his dear Mother — Queen Rubina.
“What in God's name is he doing?” Rubina hissed, watching her only son from a considerable distance.
Davis, Roya's cousin, stood by her side with a condescending smile. “I'm sure my dear cousin will find someone, Auntie.”
Rubina's hardened gaze softened at Davis' assurance. “Oh, you may have a point, dear nephew…”
Davis hummed, his expression going nonchalant. He was always Rubina's favorite.
“I can't help but feel concerned, however.”
“And rightfully so, Auntie.”
“I am only asking this from Roya for the sake of our Kingdom..”
“And for that, I admire your benevolence,” Davis and his ass-kissing ways. “I, too, feel concerned for my cousin.”
Rubina sighed, gently ruffling Davis' dark hair. “What would I do without you, Davis?”
Davis feigned a smile. A handsome, tenaciously deceitful, smile.
“Oh, I can't bring myself to imagine that… Auntie.”
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Gwen couldn't find the right words to describe the ambitious architecture of the palace, only parting her lips to silently gawk at all of its glory.
How stunning, Gwen thought, smiling to herself. I'll be sure to try and enjoy myself tonight…
… I only have until midnight to do so, her smile faltered at that.
Tonight, a ball fit for a princess was the one night where Gwen could look at herself — at the scenery before her — and think: I'm free.
Walking up the steps of the foyer, a couple of palace guards couldn't help themselves and happened to catch a glance at her every now and again.
Truly, everything that surrounded her was a marvel. The pinnacle of extravagance that she always believed would be reserved for her step-family.
Speaking of her step-family, Gwen managed to catch a glimpse of them once she found her way to the ballroom.
Her stepmother wore silks of dark red, obscuring her face with an ornately designed fan. Gwen's stepsisters were in the farther distance, making their way to the prince — whom Gwen couldn't get a proper look at.
Tinsley wore dark green, with hints of black and gold expertly placed along the bodice of her gown in the shape of vines.
Her other stepsister — who wasn't sure if she had an actual name — wore red, with a similar pattern to Tinsley at the bodice of her gown.
Seems like my stepsister opted to match with stepmother… Gwen hummed to herself, carefully walking around the ballroom in her unusually comfortable glass slippers to avoid catching her stepfamily's gaze.
Unfortunately, in spite of her efforts, Gwen ended up catching the eye of her stepmother.
Skeptical at the mysterious young lady that felt oddly familiar, her stepmother readily approached, her heels clicking against the floor.
Gwen winced, turning her body in the opposite direction to make an escape.
When suddenly: A hand gently yet firmly grasped her own.
Gwen looked behind her, fixating her eyes on the stranger who caught her hand; Only to realize that the ‘stranger’ in question was no stranger at all.
Pale skin, perhaps rivaling her own. Gray, almost silver, eyes. Horns that he had yet to properly explain. And long dark red locks styled into an elaborate braid that fell from his shoulder.
Roya's eyes softened when their eyes met, and it was as though time had closed its curtains.
“I…” Roya's words came to a standstill, the poor boy didn't know how to make conversation. Especially not with a lady as pretty as Gwen.
Gwen, who recognized him as the boy she met in the forest not too long ago, tilted her head slightly.
“Kit?” Ah, right.
Roya was bemused that Gwen still remembered him from the forest, and was even more than that when it came to him that she didn't realize he was the prince.
“M-My Lady…” Roya cleared his throat, finding a newfound confidence as he gazed into her ice-blue set.
“K-Kit!” Gwen was overjoyed that she found someone other than her step-family whom she recognized at the ball. “I didn't know you'd be here!”
“Yes, well- I am an apprentice, after all.”
“An apprentice for the palace, of course! Oh, forgive my silliness for not realizing it sooner…”
A chuckle left his lips, his free hand finding its way to her cheek. “You are forgiven, My Lady.”
Guilt was what Roya felt, feeling a slight discomfort that he was lying to Gwen about who he really was, even now.
But a part of him — that small, wishful-thinking side of him — wanted it to last a little longer. If it meant spending more time with Gwen, Roya would wear the sin of deceit with pride.
He cleared his throat a second time, taking a step back and letting the hand on her cheek fall to his side.
“If I may be frank, My Lady…”
Roya bowed down before her, his lips mere inches away from the back of Gwen's hand; His eyes piercing through her own.
“Might I have the honor of a dance?”
A gasp fell from her lips, eyes going slightly wide.
“A dance?...” Gwen looked around, and at the very least, her stepmother had already paid more attention to her sisters than anything else. “With… Me?”
Roya smiled at her, adjusting his stance. “With you, yes.”
“Shall we?”
Her eyes flickered between him and the clock behind him.
Very little time… Gwen wanted to frown, but couldn't bring herself to actually do so, lest Roya misunderstood.
But tonight was a night where she was meant to feel free for once. And perhaps dancing with ‘Kit’ was a way of doing that.
Gwen's smile, beautiful and soft in every way that made Roya's heart melt, widened in size when she took her hand in his. Both hands, this time.
“We shall.”
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Their dance felt like more than a dance. Odd way to put it, yes, but in the eyes of Roya and Gwen: It was like their two souls had intertwined.
And that, with their movements and the way they looked into each other's eyes, caught Queen Rubina's attention.
An eyebrow arched, Rubina's gaze skeptically flickered between her son and the girl he was dancing with.
“Who is she?...”
Davis narrowed his eyes. He's never seen that girl in his life, and his aunt expected him to give her an answer?
“I'm not quite sure, Auntie,” Davis answered as politely as he could, “but unfortunately, it appears I've never seen this girl in my life.”
“Well that's ridiculous,” in likeness to her nephew, Rubina's eyes narrowed.
“... Keep an eye on them.”
She descended further away from the ballroom — likely to make preparations for a potential wedding, Davis gathered.
Still, he followed his Aunt's orders, keeping a close eye on Roya and his dancing partner; In spite of his irritation.
And nobody did Irritation the way Davidson Novellion did.
Whoever that girl was, regardless of personality or status, Davis didn't like her.
As Gwen and Roya danced, it finally occurred to Gwen what was going on around her; They were being watched. Rather intently, at that.
“What…?” Gwen turned to Roya. “They're staring…”
“Well-” Roya sucked in a breath, “that is to be expected, dancing with a palace apprentice.”
“No- No,” Gwen's eyes blinked rapidly, her eyes looking between Roya and the guests behind him.
“Who are you?”
Roya stiffened, spinning her around. His lips pursed, a nervous feeling churning in his stomach.
Should he tell her the truth? If he did, would she see him differently?
He didn't want that. Never in his life would we want that, especially not with her.
To her, he wasn't the crown prince. To her, he was just… Kit. A kind hunter she met one fateful day in the woods, who happened to be ‘some apprentice’.
“Kit?”
Words were flooding his system, trying to force themselves out of his mouth.
“I…”
“Kit. Please.”
Even if he wanted to, he couldn't bring himself to resist that look in her eyes, the softness of her melodious voice.
“Tell me who you are,” a beat. “Who you truly are.”
“... Might I request a second dance?”
Roya pulled away, keeping his hands intertwined with hers; A silent plea.
There, sat silence. Time had finally made its grand return, and all eyes were on them, and them alone.
He brought his hand to her cheek. “Please, my lady,” he pleaded with her, his voice desperate and regretful. “Just one more dance.”
Gwen looked him in the eye, finally taking note of all the intricacies of his attire — the kind of intricacies reserved only for royalty.
And it all clicked.
She leaned into his touch. He was one of the only ones in her life that could withstand her ice-cold palms.
She didn't want to lose that.
“I accept.”
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“Are… Are you mad at me?”
It was lucky for them, to scurry away from the prying eyes of their astute audience in the ballroom — running off to the palace gardens, unchaperoned.
Scandalous, truly. But a thought such as that never once crossed Gwen's mind. As it did not cross Roya's.
“A little,” she admitted to him, walking across a bridge so crystal clear she almost believed it was made of glass.
“A little?” Roya's head tilted. “I… I would've thought you'd be more than upset.”
“I am upset,” Gwen looked up at the night sky, her hand against the bridge’s railings. “But…”
“But?”
“But, I've convinced myself not to be more upset than I need to be. That I have to consider why you'd hide your true status from me.”
A breath caught in Roya's throat when she looked back at him, her figure illuminated by the shining moon.
“Why, Your Highness?”
It hurt to hear her say that. Perhaps it was because he grew so used to her calling him ‘Kit’.
“... I didn't want you to change your perception of me,” he walked to her, standing beside her. He looked down at the water below.
“You were so kind to me when I was Kit. I didn't want to change that.”
“So- That's why you interjected that palace guard from-”
“Yes,” he interrupted her, too. “In all honesty, I have to thank Sir Lancelot for understanding so quickly.”
They stared into each other's eyes. And they — more specifically, Roya — couldn't help but get lost in them.
He straightened himself up. Stepping back from her a little, to give her even the slightest of space.
“Well,” he looked down again, pursing his lips.
Clearing his throat, Roya continued: “You know my true name, now.”
“And I'd love for you to tell me yours, too.”
Just as Gwen was ready to open her lips and give him her name. She heard it. Many things, she heard, actually.
The sound of the clock tower ringing, a reminder of it now being the stroke of twelve; And the words of her Fairy Godmother.
On the stroke of twelve, said the Godmother that small eternity ago, all things shall return to the way they once were.
And Gwen had little to no time to properly respond to Roya.
She had no time to do… Anything.
With the little time left, Gwen made a run for it, her head spinning as she made her escape.
Roya followed suit, but just barely. He called for guards, and could only hope that wouldn't scare her off.
Unfortunately for him, it did.
And there she went, rushing into her carriage and riding off further into the darkness of the night.
He nearly sank to his knees at the sight.
And all Gwen had left for even a sliver of who she was, was a single glass slipper.
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