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ilovefanficbooks · 11 months

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Run In The Woods (Robin De Noir X Reader)

Summary: Y/n is Maria best friend and is staying with her with Maria uncle, but the De Noir thinks she is a Merrywether so Robin tries to kidnap her

Pronouns: she/her

Pairing: Robin De Noir and Y/N Y/L/N

Warning: nearly kidnapped, knife threat, swearing, pet names, kissing

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Y/N Pov

Moving with Maria was not on my to do list. Moving and dealing with my friends family was not on my to do list. So why am I even hear?

Well me and Maria have been close friends since we were a baby we basically grew up together. Maria was there when my parents died when I was twelve. And I was there when her parent's died.

But as Maria was the only closest thing I had to her as family she did not want to lose me, so here I am staying in the Moonacre mansion with my best friend.

To be honest I find this place a bit strange like there is something hidden in the walls for me to find. Or something that can pop out and kill the living life of me. Like for example a dog that can turn into a lion. How crazy is that!

"Hey Maria, I'm going to head down to the steam again" I told my friend walking into her room.

"Let me guess, to clear your head?" Maria asked raising a brow. She knows me too well. We are almost like sisters.

"You know me" I said chuckling.

"I'll be back soon. Promise" I told my dear friend while she said bye to me.

Ever since I got here I have a thing with nature. I love the green trees when the sun hits them. The soft grass when you walk with no shoes on to find the glass tinkle your feet. The sounds of birds when they fly about. The smell of fresh new flowers being grown and of course the sound of the steam that shimmers in the light and the feel of the cold water touch my hot hands.

That is what I love about nature. And I feel free when I walk in these woods not feeling any danger or lost.

I got to the steam and I sat down on a rock near the steam, I smile at my reflection and put my feet on the cold water. It feels good.

Even though back at London was boring and all this place is more quiet then London is and I wonder if something is wrong or it is just my brain talking.

I heard a branch snap behind me making me gasp as I turn my head I noticed a few boys maybe about my age in black reach me. I stand up to turn to them as they gather in a small group.

"Well, well, well, look what we have here boys" a boy with curly brunette hair that wears a hat, and brown eyes said with a cocky smirk on his face.

I then recognize him as the boy at Maria's dad's funeral and the bit trying to take Maria when we were in the carriage.

"Can I help you?" I asked sarcastically with eye brows raised while I look at all seven boys.

I zoom out what he was saying while I just stare at this boy. He is hot for sure but he seems bad news and someone that gives me red flag straight away.

"Did you not hear me little dove" I zoom back in at the mention of he's voice.

"I'm sorry you were saying?" I asked sarcastically. I really don't want to put up with these boys.

"I said my fathers wants to see you. Your coming with us" he said as I just stare at him unamune at all. This dude I just meet wants me to meet he's father? Yeah good luck with that.

"Is that supposed to be a threat? Cause it's sure not scary" I said sarcastically while rolling my eyes.

"Listen hear Princess" he said pointing a finger at me getting annoyed I can tell by he's face.

"We can do this that hard way or the easy way" he said while he brought out a pocket knife that suppose to scare me.

I swear today is going to be a real long day for me and Maria would come looking for me if I'm gone for too long.

"Wow scary!" I said sarcastically while acting as I'm scared then when back to normal while laughing myself while showing my white teeth.

"Grab her!" he said. This boy seems to be the leader of this group but these boys don't scare me. I have always stand up to myself over boys back in London. And when one boy tried to hurt Maria in he was dead in two seconds cause of me.

"I'm warning you. You're messing with the wrong girl" I pointed out which they all chuckle at me thinking it's funny.

They won't be laughing when I kick there ass to the ground.

"Oh shit" I curst to myself while closing my eyes for a second.

I open my eyes to see the first boy to grab my shoulder. I think fast and twist he's arm back hearing him yell out in pain and then I kick real hard making him fall to the ground.

I was kind of getting carried away that I did not notice I have a pair of eyes on me.

Once I finish kicking these boys asses I dust my hands and turn to where he was standing.

"Wow I'm impress" he said with raise brows. I rolled my eyes and start to walk away. But then he grab my arm and pined me to the tree.

I was shocked on what he did. But what do I feel like I wanted that to happen by him.

"Did you think I would let you go Princess?" he asked looking at me as I look back at him. He is quiet hot for he's age.

"I told you once and I'll say it again you're messing with the wrong girl" I said glaring at him.

But he just gave me a cocky smirk my way. He thinks is funny say that when your be crying in the floor in a minute.

"You got fire. I like fire" he said giving me a smirk. There it!

I then punch this guy straight in the face as he groan at my punch and I then kick him where it hurts the most. He then fell to the floor hands over where I kick him as he's hat feel off he's head.

"You should of listen to me but you didn't" I said.

I then took of in a run going to head back to Moonacre but before that I took that cute guy hat.

And I bet when I tell Maria what happened she would be proud of me. I just hope I don't see him again.

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It's now night I'm just about to go to bed any minute. But right now I can't seem to get that boy out of my head. And I wonder what he would want with me.

I then sigh as I walk inside my room where I was standing where my balcony was. I blow out the candle in the room and got in bed.

But I seem to can't fall asleep. I normally can fall asleep straight away. So why can't I?

I then heard the sound of my balcony door being open. I sat still trying to make a sound.

I heard the sound of someone looking through my things. I sit up to see he's back towards me. I look to see if I can defend myself with anything and I found a book. I grab it and got up quietly I then made my way over to this guy and then I hit him multiple times with the book in my hand.

"Ow! Ow! Ow, okay stop it! Stop it!" he said. It was the bit from earlier. What the hell is he doing here? Here for a round two?

"You" I said glaring at him who just grin.

"Me again" he said. Oh yes got some nerve showing up here.

"Do you really want to die here?" I asked shuffing my book in he's chest.

"Look I only came here because you stool my hat. I'll just take it and leave it Merryweather?" he asked. Wait he thinks I'm a Merryweather?

"Wait what did you called me?" I asked with a confuse look on my face.

"Merryweather. That's your name right?" he asked stepping forward in front of me. He is taller than for sure so I have to look up at him.

"No you dipshit I'm not a Merryweather. I'm a friend of the Merryweathers" I said while he looked at me confuse.

"So why are you here then?" he asked with raise brows.

"Look Maria and I need up together we are like sisters and when my parents did her father took me in and now I'm here" I explained quickly to him as he looked at me then start walking around my room.

"Huh so you really not a Merryweather princess?" he asked. Here we go with those name calling.

"Yes and can you stop calling me that!" I said kind of getting annoyed by him now.

"Calling what?" he asked. Oh he knows exactly what.

"Oh my god. Stop calling me Princess or little dove or what ever name you call me" I said throwing my arms in the air.

"Okay what's your name?" he asked sitting down in my chair.

He can not be serious right now.

"Are you serious? You tried to kidnap me a few hours ago and now you want to know my name after you threatened me with your knife!?" I said that in one breath.

Ge then put a hand on he's chest and fasp dramatically.

"I'm offended by your words" he said. I rolled my eyes yet again.

"It's Y/N" I said after I sigh.

"What?" he asked looking at me.

"My name. It's Y/N" I said with a slight smile.

"Y/N" he reaped with a smile on he's face and not a grin or that cocky smirk.

"I'm Robin," he said as I walk over to my trunk to get he's hat out.

He's name sounds like it has fallen from the sky but I seem to can't help and smile at the mention of he's name.

As I turned around to face Robin with he's hat in my hand. Robin was behind me and up close. I gasp at the space between us. I don't why I have this affection with this boy.

Robin look in my eyes while he were he's lips my eyes can not tear say from those brown chocolate eyes. Robin then put a hand on my cheek while I step closer to him. For some reason I'm listening to my heart and not my head.

I then lean into Robin and plant my lips on he's soft lips. Robin kissed me back but he seems to know more about this then I do. I have never done this before but Robin knows what he is doing.

Soon it felt like hours we're been kissing and we pulled away. I lean into he's chest while we catch our breathe for air.

"That was any kiss I ever had before " Robin said making me laugh. We then pulled away but are eyes never leave each other.

"Now as much as I love to stay but I must leave before my father realized I'm here" Robin said as I walked him to my balcony.

"I will see you again will I Robin" I asked him as he was about to jump down.

"Of course you will. I'll find you in the woods Princess" Robin said.

I laugh at the name he called me.

And before he jump I gave him one last kiss on the lips before I when the sleep. Thinking and dreaming if Robin.

He maybe a cocky boy but he is my midnight prince and I'm he's sunshine princess.

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author-morgan · 2 years

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Title: Rise by the Birdsong Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x fem!Reader Rating: M Summary: In which you soothe Daemon's wounded ego and pride after he loses in a tournament. Warnings: Typically Westerosi shenanigans.

HE SUMMONS YOU to his chambers in the hours after the tourney and feast —the taste of defeat still bitter on his tongue. Hubris cost him the victory. He had the Merryweather boy cornered. It should have been easy, yet he was forced to yield the champion's title and purse. Daemon Targaryen drapes his arms over the side of the tub and thinks of who he would have named as the Queen of Love and Beauty had he won. Certainly not Rhea Royce —the old bronze bitch. He’s more apt to name one of the sheep before her. The thought fades when the doors creak open, his guards letting you pass into the prince’s chambers.

Steam fills the room, as does the scent of Myrish oils. Your skin prickles with heat for reasons that have nothing to do with the warmth of the air when your eyes settle on Daemon at the center of the room. You wondered where he’d gone so quickly after the feast. His eyes flash open as your footfalls echo on the stone floor until you stop beside the tub and kneel. “My prince,” you greet. He’s always liked how you say his title, sweet and taunting, nigh like a songbird. Glancing away from his face, your gaze follows the line of his arm and the planes of his chest. He’s all lean and lithe muscle, sculpted from years of training and battle —the most seasoned warrior in all of the Seven Kingdoms.

Daemon takes your hand, reclaiming your attention. His fingers curl around yours, then he shifts and leans toward you, head dipping down to press a soft kiss to your knuckles —a knightly and unexpected gesture. He lets your hand go and settles back in the tub, and the look of an arrogant prince reclaims his expression. “Take off your dress,” Daemon demands, flicking the surface of the water. Ever the dutiful lady, you rise and reach for the ties of your nightdress —shedding the pale linen, baring yourself to Prince Daemon Targaryen.

He's been soaking for nigh half-an-hour, and the water is still warm —fire cannot harm a dragon, he told you once whilst he held his hand above a candle, toying with the flame. You sink into the water and find the space he’s made next to him, head half-resting on his shoulder. Daemon drapes his arm around your shoulders, and wordlessly, you begin tracing mindless patterns on his chest. “You fought well today,” you tell him after a while, thinking of how handsome he looked in his dark steel suit emblazoned with the sigil of House Targaryen and decorated with rubies.

“I lost,” he reminds you, no lack of bitterness in his voice. He’d find a way to best the Merryweather boy, somehow.

You reach for his hand, and he lets you take it, curious brows raised. “Yet they all speak of how commendable your effort and skills are” —your fingers find the scars on his knuckles, the calloused pads of his fingertips. “Reputation is its own victory,” you tell him, placing a kiss to the center of his palm before he retracts his hand.

Daemon looks down at you. “Trying to mend my broken heart?”

You trace a curving line over his breast and up his neck, caressing his smooth and sharp jaw. “It’s I who am heartbroken, Daemon,” you say, smiling. He cuts his eyes at you, something dangerous lurking in his stare. “You told me you’d gift me a crown of roses upon your victory, and here I am, crownless.”

His lips quirk upward. “Dare speak to your prince with such impertinence?” His touch against your cheek is gentle, but you can still hear the slightest hint of a laugh in his voice. It’s the look in his cool eyes that speak of danger, though —he’s always been as wild and unpredictable as his dragon. You hold your breath as you look at him, expecting his kiss when he careens forward in the water, and when he leans in to meet your mouth, you’re struck by how desperate it feels in comparison to all the other times.

You’re impatient for more —always more— feeling his smile growing as he kisses you again, and you’re happy to give the Rogue Prince whatever he wishes. He always brings out your worse impulses. Sighing against his mouth, his tongue brushes against yours. He tastes like the spices from dinner, warm and enticing, and there’s still a hint of sweet wine lingering on his lips. Not even a maiden could refuse Daemon Targaryen after a single kiss like this —you hadn’t been able to either, but now all that is in the past. His fingers run along your neck, tilting your head to deepen the kiss, and the little moan you make is music.

“Who else would keep you on your toes if not I?” You question, breathless. Daemon hums his agreement against your neck, lips trailing further down your pulse.

He pulls you close against him until you’re nearly in his lap —his cock twitches against your leg, but he brushes you off when you try to reach for him. He’d not summoned you tonight for a quick fuck. Daemon’s hands trace along your ribs to cup your breasts and feel your nipples stiffen in his palm, and his slight hum of approval makes your thighs squeeze together instinctively. Tonight, he’s more interested in having his hands on you instead —reparations for his failure to give you a rose crown.

“Open your legs,” he orders, a hot whisper at your ear, and you do so without a second thought. His hand slips between them, teasing briefly over your inner thighs before he’s touching you. Your voice is a breathy whimper as you feel him stroke slowly over the folds of your cunt and up to circle your clit. He doesn’t enter you yet, not until he can get his fill of watching you squirm and shudder from such simple attention. “What would Lord Mooton say if he could see precious his daughter like this?” Daemon relents to your soft pleas and slips two fingers into you. You shudder against him as he works in and out of you, breath catching. Your father is the last thing you want to think of with Daemon’s fingers buried in your cunt. “You like this?” He asks, well aware of how quickly he has you rutting into his hand for more stimulation.

“Yes, Daemon,” you insist, wrapping your fingers around the back of his neck to draw his lips down to yours. His thumb rolls across your clit, and your head falls back.

His kiss is less fierce this time, deep and slow until your lungs ache. You can sense his mood improving as he fucks you with his hand, relishing all the little noises you make for him. “You’re mine, little dove,” he breathes in your ear, and you can’t disagree when your cunt is already squeezing so tight around him. He brushes over your clit again, and you lean your head forward to his shoulder this time. “I won’t let you wed another.” You know he speaks true.

You whimper when he nibbles at your earlobe. Cautiously, you move to touch him and slowly trace down his stomach and past his navel, earning you the smallest laugh of amusement from him. Permission enough to touch him. You take his hard cock in your hand, and he lets out a pleased sigh as you begin to stroke him. Watching him is mesmerizing, his movements as graceful as ever even as he rocks his hips into your touch, though his own rhythm between your thighs stutters momentarily with distraction. “Yours,” you agree between long kisses. The Seven and the Old Gods be damned, you’d made your bed among the dragons and intended to lay in it.

Both of you stay like that for a while, enjoying the feel of your bodies as you work to get each other off. He’s better at it than you are —this Lord of Flea Bottom— and it doesn’t take long to have you panting hard with every brush of his fingers inside you. He can tell you’re close from the way you’re clenching around his fingers, his tongue muffling greedy moans.

“Let me see you,” he says, and you’re powerless to deny him when you lift your head from his shoulder. His thumb brushes over your clit harder, and the tension in your body snaps, your arms wrapping around his back and holding him to you in a desperate need to ground yourself as you come on his fingers. Daemon’s fingers keep moving inside you, teasing you through your orgasm until you’re a dazed mess for him. You give yourself several long moments to recover, breathing in the perfumed steam of the bath to slow your frantic heartbeat. He withdraws his hand from between your legs, and you can’t hide your disappointment at the newly empty feeling inside you.

Daemon rises from the water —his cock hard and straining against his belly— and offers his hand to help you out of the tub, leading you over to his bed. You lay back as he wishes, and he parts your thighs again, rubbing along the wetness he finds there and lifts his fingers to his lips to taste you. The noise Daemon makes is a promise of next time, but you’re given no time to dwell on the thought when he crawls over you and settles between your legs, the head of his cock just pressing into your cunt —unexpected, he usually takes you like a bitch in heat.

Your hips rut up towards his impatiently, and a moment later, he’s inside you. He hisses sharply but can’t stop the roll of his hips, pushing his cock deeper into you. It’s a newfound boldness you do not wish to relinquish. “Behave,” Daemon scolds, but there’s none of the usual annoyance or ire in his voice. His mouth eager on yours as he guides your arms up to pin your wrists above your head. “Stay still.” You do. Relaxing into the down blankets and pillows while he laves your neck and breasts with affection.

His thumb brushes over your nipple, and he hears how you stutter out his name, and it only spurs his need to have you like this. “What a good little dove you are.” Daemon smirks, and you have to look away, almost ashamed of how red your face turns at his praises, but you squirm beneath him as he strokes along a sensitive spot inside of you.

You feel his lips ghosting over your closed eyelids, and you peek one open to watch him. There’s the faintest flush across his face as he stares down at you with such raw hunger it feels like you’re going to burn up from the heat of your bodies —like Caraxes has bathed you both in flames. You want to touch him, to run your fingers through his silver hair and down the toned muscles of his shoulders and back. You flex them impatiently but keep your hands obediently where he’d placed them.

He pinches a nipple between his fingers, and you jolt, letting out a shaky moan that has his cock throbbing inside you, and it rips a harsh groan from his lips. You reach for him without thinking, dragging your nails across his scalp before he takes your wrists and presses them harder into the bed. You wriggle under him and only earn a quick nip to your earlobe. “Told you to behave,” he reminds you sternly, but his scolding only makes you clench around him tighter. Daemon curses and his next kiss is hot and demanding, and you part your lips for his tongue without a moment’s hesitation.

“Please, Daemon,” you whimper, and he knows what it is you want and gives a small nod of agreement. You reach for him again, going for his silver locks to bring him back down into another kiss. You hold tight to him when he tries to separate, keeping his chest flush against yours, whispering and whimpering his name like sacred prayers as he presses himself deeper into you —his pelvis grinding against your clit.

He thrusts into you harder while stroking your clit, and you unravel for him, tension running through you like dragonfire until you’re unable to do anything more than shudder beneath him. “Daemon,” you whimper, muscles twitching uselessly as he teases you through it. You’re too focused on your blood pounding in your ears to fully appreciate his reaction to you, his breaths ragged, and pupils blown wide with his own arousal at how you spasm around his aching cock. It’s a sight you’re not like to see again —you very well may never see your prince like this again.

You try to wrap yourself around his waist and pull him further into you —wanting to help him find his release— but instead, your legs are pressed firmly into the bed. “No,” he says through rough kisses, the last one nipping sharply at your bottom lip. He groans, feeling his cock twitch in anticipation of release.

Daemon pulls out of your cunt and leaves you empty. You almost complain, but he shushes you by dragging your hand down to his cock —slick and throbbing from all your efforts— and you follow his lead without instruction. His fingers are warm around yours as he guides you. He looks tragically beautiful when he comes, his head tilted back and mouth slightly open in a sharp gasp at the shiver running through his body. His cock twitches in your grasp, coating your hand and stomach in his sticky seed —he won’t risk a bastard child.

He moves to lay beside you, more relaxed than he’s been in a fortnight. You roll onto your side and look him over. This is far from your first time entertaining the prince in his bed —even being of noble blood, you know how this works. All the Seven Kingdoms know you are his mistress, even true love perhaps, but he is already sworn to another, and you must act as though the whispers and rumors are lies. It always hurts when you must leave, but you’d been foolish enough to cast your heart to the son of the dragon, and now you must suffer the price. “Do you require anything else, my prince?” You query.

Daemon turns his head to look at you, flushed and glowing. “Mmm” —he reaches for you, fingers trailing along your cheek and back into your hair— “stay.” The request surprises you, but you’ll indulge him and your own heart. A comfortable silence lingers until Daemon shifts, gathering you up in his arms to lay you down on the bed properly and offers a rag to clean yourself with as he does the same. When he returns to your side, Daemon rests his head on your breast and lets you hold him, humming sweetly as the songbirds, to an age-old lullaby. We'll sleep when the morning comes, and we'll rise by the sound of the birdsongs. And the morning will come too soon.

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lokideservesahug · 27 days

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Once upon A Dream II

Part of the 𝓕1 𝓕𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓼𝔂 𝓒𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

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Pairing: Oscar Piastri x Fem! Reader (Sleeping Beauty AU)

Warnings: Kidnapping, swords, killing and I think that's it?

Notes: Here is the second and last part of the Oscar Sleeping Beauty AU. I hope you all like this!

Summary: What do you do when you meet the man of your dreams and the love of your life? Why you run away to the palace of course...wait that can't be right?

Word Count: 4.5K

Part 1

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Back at the cottage, things were going really quite well. Florah has pulled together a really lovely dress truly "fit for a princess" as she said, Merryweather was utilising the time to clean around the house Fauna was making great progress cake. After they were all finally allowed to use their wands after so long of course. All was going swimmingly and with their magic the surprise early was nearly ready. Merryweather dances around the room eith the mop as it weaves in and out of the furniture, around Fauna and her baking, and back to the living room area were the acting seamstress is creating her masterpiece.

Merryweather spins around, wand waving with her. And spots the dress in the middle of the room. She gives it a one over and then begins to sport a look of disgust as she mumbles to herself. "Oh no. Not pink. Make it blue!" She subtly taps her wand in the air and as tiny sparkles are emailed from the tip of the wand, in front of their eyes, the once gorgeous pink dress begins to turn a lovely blue hue. Flora gasps in horror. "Merryweather!" She thrusts her own wand in the direction of the dress whilst mumbling "Make it pink. And in the same magic, sparkly fashion, the dress returns to its original pink. She continues to sew momentarily as Merryweather begins to spin again.

Until the dress is in her sights once more. She mumbles subtly another "Make it blue." And continues to dance with the mop as the blue engulfs the pink on the dress. Flora let's out a frustrated "Pink!" And turns to glare at the other fairy. Merryweather glances at the change through a (newly cleaned) extremely shiny pot and eith a tap of her wand, goes to change the colour once again. However, her magic bounces off the pan and hits Flora rather than the dress. The now also blue fairy gasps in horror and disgust at her clothes' new cosmetic appearance and as Merryweather bends forward in laughter, she finds herself in a new colour if clothes. The two go back and forth. A shot of red magic flies across the room. And then a shot of blue. Red. Blue. Red. Blue. The paths of magic begin yo loose direction and end up flying anywhere and everywhere. Past the cake, to each other, through the chimney.

And unbeknownst to any of the trio of fairy's, the contant red and blue sparked flying through the chimney, alerts a certain crow flying over as to their whereabouts. He stops in his tracks and begins to sqauwk loudly in shock at the flashes of light. He lands on top of the chimney of the cottage narrowly missing a red beam of magic coming from the spout. He leans in to get a look down the chimney only to be hit by multiple shots of magic, holding him in the air as if he was surfing on a sea of magic.

In the cottage, the two fairies continue to argue until it they both shoot a beam of magic towards the dress at the same time, causing it to appear to be splattered in different shaded of blue and pink. "Oh now look what you've done!" Flora angrily approaches the dress. "Shhh!" Fauna cuts across their conflict. "Listen!" The distant sound of beautiful singing fills their ears. They all cuttle to clean up. Merryweather puts the last of the dishes away, Flora lays the dress on a chair (not before giving it a tap with her wand to make it pink) and Fauna adds the last few candles onto the cake. "Now hide!" Flora grabs the arm of the green fairy as Fauna taps her wand in the air to light the candles on the cake.

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"Aunt Flora. Fauna. Merryweather?" You call for the women as you push open the cottage door. "Where are you?" You walk further in the house and gasp at the gorgeous dress lying on the chair. Suddenly a chorus of cheers fill your ears "Surprise!" You grin at their display. "Happy birthday!" "Oh you darlings. This is the happiest day of my life! Everything is so wonderful. Just wait till you meet him." You gaze forward longingly, daydreaming about the man from earlier that swept you off your feet. Flora splutters in confusion at your words. "Y-youve met a stranger?" You shake your head at her. "Oh no. He's not some stranger. We've met before." This causes both Flora and Fauna to look more alarmed. Merryweather however is the one taht speaks up. "You have? Where?"

You sigh dreamily "In a dream of course." You begin to hum the song from earlier ; which you have now deemed yours and the man from earlier's song (you wish you'd caught his name). At your clearly smitten look and lovesick humming, Fauna adresses the older women "She's in love!" Merryweather turns to Flora and covers her mouth with worry "Oh no..." Flora turns to Merryweather. "This is terrible!" You stop your humming and turn to the red-clad woman "Why? I'm twenty one after all." She shakes her head "It isn't that deary." Fauna walks towards you and takes your hands in hers whilst smiling. "You're already betrothed." This makes your smile drop. "Betrothed?" The other women in the room smile and Merryweather adds "Since the day you were born." Fauna nods her head. "To Prince Oscar, dear." You shake your head in disbelief "But that's impossible, how could I ever marry a prince? I'd have to be-" Merryweather grins and cuts across you "A princess."

"And you are dear." Fauna chimes before Flora comes back into the conversation "Princess Y/N. Tonight we're taking uou back to King Stefan, your father." Not that any of you noticed, but the crow now perched outside of the door perked up at the newfound information and if birds could grin, he would be. You turn and look at the women in horror, having just processed their words. "But...but I can't! He's coming here tonight!" You look around hopelessly "I promised to meet him. The women give you sympathetic glances "I'm sorry dear but you must never see that man ever again." Flora says with your hands in hers. You pull back from her embrace with wide eyes. "No...I can't believe it! This can't be happening...No!" The women try and approach you with a comforting embrace only for be met with your sobbing figure running out of the room and up the cottage stairs.

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You say nothing for the rest of the day. Even when the tree women sneak you out of the forest and into the castle. You just tuck yourself nearer into the large cloak covering you and let your thoughts be plagued by the man from earlier and what could have been. They lead you inro the most elaborate room you've ever seen, sit you down at a stool by a vanity and gift a gorgeous tiara to you muttering things about it being your royal right. You only lawn your head on the vanity and mourn what could have been eith the man of your dreams as you watch your life swiftly be given away to some random prince.

Flora gently ushers the women out of the room muttering "Come. Let's give her a few moments alone." Merryweather shoots a concerned glance at the door "It's that boy..."

You continue to crumble softly with your head still lying on your arms. So you don't take any note to the dimming of the fireplace. Or the figure that emerges from it. Or even the bright green, floating orb of energy that makes its way into the middle of the room and begins to permeate your senses with a spell. You stare at the orb in a trance, feeling completely at its mercy.

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Merryweather angrily groans "I don't see why on Earth she needs to marry any old prince!" Fauna pits a comforting hand on merry's shoulder "Now, now dear. It's not for us to decide." She stands up and adresses Flora. "Maybe we should tell King Stefan about the boy..." Merry gladly joins in "Well why don't we?" Flora stops her pacing and Hughes the other two women. "Listen! Malificent!" They all scamper worriedly to your door whilst chrousing your nickname. Yet when they open the door, they're met with your retreating figure dowsed in unnatural green light. "Oh why did we leave her alone?" They chase after you only to be met with the entry to the passageway turning into a brick wall.

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The light leads you up a flight of stairs, not that you're consciously aware of it. You don't even notice the distant echoes of your name from the bottom of the staircase. The light stops in the middle of teh room and begins to morph into some wooden contraption. After a moment ir two, you realise that the wooden contraption is in fact a spinning wheel, glowing the same sickeningly green shad eof the magic orb. Your tunnel vision focuses on the sharp point yet you notice a distant shouts of "Don't touch anything" from familiar female voices. However, an ominous voice (which you just assume is your inner monologue) urges you to touch the spindle. You do as it says and feel a brief moment of relief from the magic before you collapse.

"You poor simple fools." The tall, slender figure of Malificent stands in teh centre if the room. "Thinking you could defeat me. Me, the mistress of all evil! Well here is your precious little princess." She points to the ground where you lie and the fairies gasp in horror. Malificent exits the rol with a manical laugh as the women rush over to your figure.

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No one sees how much the fairy's weep tonight. But as they lie your body into the plush, untouched bed, the walls certainly bare witness to their sobs. The same walls also watch as the three fairies agree to place the entire kingdom under a century long sleep to wait for the princess to awake. The fairys shrink themselves and take off, out of the window and begin to spell the kingdom. They visit everyone from the guards to the dogs. To the subjects and even the rulers.

However when they reach the throne room, Flora hears the last conscious thoughts of the king from the neighbouring country. "I was just talking to Oscar. Seems he's fallen in love with some..." He yawns and his eyes begin to flutter to a close. He begisn to recall the events from earlier (of a lovesick and elated Isvar running to him and confessing his love for a poor, wood-dweller rather than the princess Y/N he was betrothed to). "Peasant girl." This causes Flora to halt her ministrations. "Peasant girl?" She utters to herself in confusion. She lopps back round and approaches the (much) larger man's face. "Yes?" She tries to tap the man on the face only to receive a tired sigh in repsonse.

Flora flies over to his ear and shouts urgently in it. "The peasant girl, who is she? Where did he meet her?" The neighboring king only mumbles. "Just some peasnt gi...." Before he drifte back off. "Where, where?" Flora forces his eyelid open. "Once upon...a dream..." He slips out of consciousness for the final tie. Flora gasps loudly at his word sand repeats them to herself. "Y/N, Prince Oscar." She shoots up into teh air in realisation and determination. She meets the other two fairies who are hovering above. "Come on, we've got to get back to the cottage." At her exclamation, they all zoom off into the woods in hopes of finding the prince.

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Oscar happily jumps off of Smason as soon as he reaches the front door of the cottage. A big grin splits across his face at just the thought of the woman he met earlier. He's never felt such a warm feeling from being in the pretense of someone before and even the few hours away from you make his heart yearn for your presence once more. He knocks gently on the door despite his excitement on what should await him on the other side. "Come in." A voice beckons to him. He opens the door, lovesick grin still prominent on his face. That look however quickly drops when he enters the darkness filled cottage. Slam. The door suddenly closes and before he can react, he's being jumped apon by what feels like a million small creatures.

His arms are swiftly tied, leaving him unable to do anything. Maleficent only watches with a smug look on her face as she watches the prince be tied up. Oscar desperately kicks, trying to ward if the creatures but his attempts are futile due to the sheer number if the henchmen. He even looses his ability to cake for help when not long after his legs are tied, something ties a cloth around his mouth, leaving him and his senses at whoever bound him's mercy. Oscar grunts lowly, trying to break free of any of the ties only to have Maleficent approach him with a wicked grin.

"Well..." She looks him up and down with an almost hungry look in her eyes. "This is a pleasant surprise." Her grin widens even more as she holds the candlestick not far from his face. "I set my trap for a peasant and instead I caught a prince!" She laughs to herself before slamming her staff on the floor. "Take him away." Oscar tries to wiggle out of the binds once more. "But gently my pets, gently." She softly adresses her minions as they take Oscar far away from the cottage.

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When the fairys arrive at the cottage, they find it dark and empty... Well apart from the brooch of a travel cloak carrying the Pistri Royal Family crest. Flora gasps. "Prince Oscar!" She picks up the brooch and shows it to the other 2 women. They gasp and simultaneously mutter "Maleficent." Merrywether opens her mouth and shock and mutters "She's got Prince Oscar!" Flora only responds with dazed "At the forbidden mountains." Making Fauna gasp in horror.

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Maleficent walks along the gloomy corridors of her castle to the large cells. She pulls a large key from a concealed pocket and opens the creaky door and approaches the man with his head rested on his hand. "Oh come now Prince Oscar, what are you so down? A spectacular future lies ahead of you. You, the destined hero of a fairytale community to life." She leans happily against her staff.

"Behold, King Stefan's Castle." She points the orb if her staff towards Oscar's face. "And in the highest tower, dreaming of her true love, the Princess Y/N. But by some gracious twist of fate. Why it is the same peasant girl who won the heart of our noble Prince, but yesterday. She truly is a most gorgeous maid. With locks of Y/H/C and lips of red, in ageless sleep, left eternally in bed. " She smiles wildly and continues her strange narrative as the image in the orb changes to a long, white haired clearly aged version of Oscar on a clearly shattered horse. "The years pass but 100 years to a steadfast heart pass as if only a minute. Now the gates of the dungeon part and our prince is free to go his own way. Off he rides on bus noble steed straight to wake his lady love with loves first kiss. And prove that true love conquers all."

Maleficent smiles sickeningly sweetly and at the end of her Minogue, Oscar jumps up as if ready to attack, only to be held back by the giant chains. She laughs at his helplessness and leaves the dungeon with a quieter, self-satisfied laugh this time.

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After a very long and action filled journey to the forbidden mountains, the fairies eventually find Oscar in the cellar. They look on from a high perch as Malaficent returns to the highest point of the castle and they take that as their sign to act. They fly down through the window to where Oscar is being kept and transform from their tiny, flight ready selves into their full size selves. Flora hushes Oscar as he looks up in confusion upon their arrival. "No time to explain." She says to the young man as she begins to use her wand to free the prince of one of the chains in his arm. Fauna makes quick work on the shackles binding his feet whilst Merryweather works on unlocking the door.

Oscar looks at his newly freed form and rubs his rusts slightly, getting accustomed to the feeling of no large metal binds. He takes a determined step forward before Flora stops him. "Wait Prince Oscar the road to true love may be blocked by many more dangers. That you alone will have to face. So arm yourself with this enchanted shield." She waves her wand in the air and a large shield appears on Oscar's left arm. "And you can't forget this mighty sword!" She flicks flicks wand once again and a sharp sword takes home in Oscar's right hand. "Now these weapons of righteous shall win against all evil. Now come, we must hurry." At her words, the four of them quickly sneak out of the cell.

Squawk. As soon as Flora exits the cell, she ends up being face to face with a squawking Maleficent crow. She goes to grab it yet it has already flown up the stairs, still squawking, before she can act. Oscar turns and gestures to the women to follow him along an alternate route. "Come on. I think we can go the way I came." He leads them along the corridor and they run up a different flight of stairs. Stairs with over a dozen of Malaficent's henchmen stationed on them and an ever squawking crow above them. Oscar turns and runs back down the stairs as the fairies shrink for easier exit. Oscar jumps up to an empty window frame and begins swinging his sword. He manages to land a fair few blows before he leaps put of the window and onto the surprisingly large ledge below (which he had noticed when he first jumped to the window frame). He runs along the ledge until he reaches the corner.

Driven by his sheer bravery and determination to meet his fair maiden (who is also theprincess he is betrothed to?) Oscar jumps from the ledge and manages to slide on what must be an old form of guttering and take a calculated leap onto the floor. He hears a small shout of "Oscar watch out." Brgore he turns and only narrowly blocks an onslaught of arrows fired by some henchmen (instructed by that annoying crow). Merryweather flys to a few metres away where Samson is chained to a pair and begins to break through the binds. Oscar early finds place back on the back of his horse and with the fairies trailing behind, gallops away. The fairies manage to block many attacks and even Oscar fails to realise many if them with his tunnel vision being focused only on the end objective of seeing and saving you.

Merryweather growing tired of the windless Birdcall, splits from the group and chases the loud bird in and around different pillars as it dodges shots of her magic. They teach the highers tower and before it can enter the fairway, she catches off guard and the shot of magic turns him into a gargoyle looking bird. She casts a self satisfied glance at the taste and flies away.

Oscar hears the harsh words of "hurry" from the red clad fairy to his left before ethe sky suddenly tursn an unnatural shade of purple. The stone archway he rides under is only there for a moment longer after it is hit by a bolt of lightning, a strange purple hue. Oscar holds the shield above his head and let's out a few grunts when he feels the pressure of loose stones falling on the shield. Another strike hits the path ahead of him but Samson thinks fast and jumps to a ledge just below. The five of them continue on the path and the palace suddenly enters his sight. But before his eyes, the ground spits and a collsal mask of thorns begins to sprout. He watched the plants grow contort at strange angles and he mutters a quiet "What the-" before Samson grinds to a halt by tilting onto his back legs.

The still determined Oscar doesn't think for more than a second before his right hand is leaving forward and slaughtering the branches. He makes quick work of the thorns and ploughs through them. He only gets held up for a small moment when the back of his travel cloak gets snagged by a particular unruly branch. Merryweather sees this and flies out and tugs the cloak free. Oscar makes a mental note to thank her later before continuing yo ride towards the palace and cut down the unreadonable shrubbery. It doenst take long for Oscar to reach the end of the thorns and instead he finds a bramble free bridge only covered by a thin layer of purple fog. But at that moment, yhe nothing before him turns into a green flame filled eith the mistress of evil. If looks could kill, Oscar would be long gone because she looked like she was ready to kill him over a hundred times over.

She proves this theory when she opens her arms and proclaims "Now you will deal with me Oh Prince." She looks up to the sky and her limbs suddenly begin to grow and contort to weird angles. None of the groups see much though because a large amount of her signature smoke comes with the transformation. Maleficent let's out a cunning laugh and trails off when she wholly becomes her final, dragon form. Oscar only stares, horrified and slack jawed before he snaps out of his mood and charges forward. Yet Maleficent reacts quickly and in her dragon form, releases a large breath of flaming air. Luckily Osacr manages to block it but not without being sent backwards a tiny bit and off of Samson.

Oscar only sends a silent prayer in thanks that his horse didn't have to be involved with the fight between Oscar and the towering creature. Malificent sends out multitudinous blasts of fire that even lead to the crumbling if the castle bridge. But none of this deters Oscar from his mission. Oscar moves back slightly to hide in the brambles and when Mlaificent sticks her significantly karge head in Saif plants to find Oscar, he strikes. He lands a good hit to her giant, scaley nose and even as she bites back in retaliation, he manages to land a few swipes here and there. Maleficent raises her head once more and St's the branches laughter with one small breath of fire. Oscar backs himself against a tall cliff. "Up this way!" Flora commands the man and he hoists him himself the cliff and climbs to the highest point. He manages to end end eye level with Maleficent and lands a few more swipes to her head, halting her sudden biting motions.

The dragon backs Oscar up until hes left looking helpless at the edge of the cliff. She shoots another breath of fire and Oscar loses his balance slightly and drops the shield. The onlookers hold their breath in fear. But when the fairies approach and Flora mutters a low enchantment of "Sword of truth fly swift and sure, that evil die and good endure" Oscar feels as if its decond nature to throw his sword straight to the heart of the dragon. Magnificent let's out a conquered wail at the contact and as Oscar sees rhe sword peirce her scales, he feels not an ounce if sympathy. Maliwfwicent tries to land one more bite at Oscar but he narrowly doges it.

The ground however is not nearly as unborhered by her actions and as the large creature falls to the floor? The unsteady cliff collapses in front of his feet. He shakes bimself, almost as if trying to sober himself up afyer a bus dream only to be met with the sword lodged into a dark purple stain in the ground... Oscar has no time to ponder this however before he hears the approaching footfall of Samson. "Here boy." Oscar smiles as he grabs the reigns. Oscar throws a glance towards the castle only to see eit looking bibrant, saturated and most umportantly, not surrounded by brambles.

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Oscar almost finds it unfair that you're as gorgeous asleep as you were when you danced with him two days prior. He gazes at you in awe. You really were a sleeping beauty. He approaches ypir bed softly and feels giddy with the reminded of what the fairies told him he had to do. He traces your features gently with his eyes. And feels himself smile softly at your serene look. Oscar takes adero breath in and leans in, mouth meeting yours. And Oscar feels like he's never felt such a wonderful sensation as your plush lips meeting his (especially when yours are surprisingly warm). Oscar pulls back k slightly to admire your radiance onec again only to be met with a pair of fluttering eyelids.

You smile softly when you see Oscar leaning infront if you and the fairies in the back coo at your awakening.

Neither if you notice the rest of the kingdom awakening but when you and Oscar go downstairs to the throne room, you feel everyone's eyes on the two of you. You however are so lost in Oscar's eyes and the loving look he's giving you that you don't even notice your father's exclamation of "It's Y/N, she's here!" Or your future father in laws confuse spluttering (he did after all still think that Oscar wanted to marry that 'Peasant girl' from the woods). He does however manages to male a great observation of "and Oscar!" The two of you bow to your fathers and you leave Oscar's sid etc go and give your mother a warm embrace.

Oscar's father approaches him and says quietly whilst looking around, "What doe sthis mean son I-" You however swiftly silence his thoughts when you kiss the man on either cheek before Oscar holds out his hand for you and you take it. Oscar leads you onto the dance floor and the two of you begin to softly sway. You look up lovingly into his eyes and he smiles slightly and mutters "So I all worked out then?" You let oit a gentle hum od confusion and he clarifies himself. "Your dream love." His words make you ought softly and the two of you smile and exchange yet another long, lasting kiss. And why you don't think even your dreams could capture such a magical, truly spectacular feeling.

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supercap2319 · 8 months

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Prince Phillip (from the animated sleeping beauty) x reader who replaced Aurora in the story. Phillip wakes him up with the kiss of true love after killing Maleficent and reader keeps making remarks about how Phillip is much more handsome in person (they used to dream of each other) and the Phillip whisks him away to their new castle and then juts fluff with reader falling into regular sleep in Phillip’s arms

The final battle against the dark fairy hadn't been an easy one, but Philip had prevailed. Nothing would stop him from awakening the handsome man in a sleep like death. He was the one who Phillip dreamed about in his chambers. The one who was to be his betrothed.

He ascended the stairs to the castle, accompanied by the three good fairies, Flora, Fauna, and Merryweather. He saw his beloved sleeping peacefully, hands over his heart, rose in between his fingers. He was dressed in an elegant blue tailored suit as Phillip crossed the room and sat gently on the bed. He ran a hand over his face and felt how cold he was to the touch. He would fix that.

Philip licked his lips and leaned down gently as he kissed the sleeping prince. For a moment, nothing happened until prince Y/N woke with a gasp as his pale skin returned to normal as he looked up at prince Philip and smiled. The three fairies hugged each other as Y/N brought a hand over Phillip's face. "Thou art more handsome than I ever could have imagined. I used to dream of you."

The older prince chuckled. "And I of you." He kissed him once again.

After bringing him back to his family, Phillip was allowed to marry the young prince who was destined to be his long before either of them were born. It was an elegant wedding and Phillip smiled as Y/N hugged his father, King Hubert.

That night in their newly acquired bed chambers, Y/N looks out at the balcony where the stars were shining so bright. Phillip came up behind him, shirtless as he wrapped his arms around his waist. "What troubles you, Y/N? Why do you stay awake? Are you worried about the evil fairy returning? Because she shall not be."

"No, nothing like that. I guess I'm just happy that I'm alive. That I am here with you and I shall love you for the rest of my days. However long I may have them."

Phillip smiled and turned him around to face him as he leaned down and kissed him. "And I shall forever love you. Till my last breath of life. Come. Let us go to bed."

Y/N blushed. Did his new husband mean... In that way?

Sensing his nervousness, Phillip smiled kindly. "I mean as in sleep. Not as in making love." He laid down and opened his arms as he welcomed Y/N into them. The young prince smiled and wrapped himself up in Phillip's embrace before falling asleep.

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girlsandgta · 13 hours

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Could I request a Michael x fem!reader where she used to work with Michael and Trevor back in the day (maybe she was a hacker) and back then Michael and the reader had a on and off relationship until he met Amanda. Then after Michael betrays Trevor and reader she then moves near los Santos and then maybe one day Trevor asks her to do a heist (she still doesn’t know Michael is alive at this point) and she reluctantly agrees but once she finally meets to go over the plan or the day of the heist she finally comes face to face with Michael and both of their feelings/tension comes back but have to stay silent because of the mission or something. Sorry this is so long I didn’t mean for it to get out of hand hahaha 😭🫶 also sorry if some of it doesn’t make sense :)

REMEMBER ME?

Today marked the ten year anniversary of Ludendorff.

Ten years since Michael betrayed you, Trevor, and Brad.

It hurt especially bad, considering you and him had a three year, on and off relationship. The random hookups, the weeks of being committed to eachother, and then the eventual arguments when you discovered he fucked another stripper.

But what made you the angriest, was when you spent 2 months comforting and helping Trevor through loosing his best friend, while also battling your own grief.

And then trying to calm T down again when he discovered he wasn’t killed, and it was all a set up.

That was the hardest part. Knowing that only four years after he dumped you for Amanda, he decided to team up with the cops.

Snitching on you and his best friend’s, killing one of them in the process.

But that was all in the past.

Now, you’re living life in Los Santos. You own a high rise apartment in the city centre, with a cat who you knew would never betray you like that.

Life wasn’t so bad. You’d healed from the trauma and heartbreak, and you had finally found the peace you’d always been looking for.

Well, that was until this morning.

It wasn’t unusual for Trevor to call you, you’d both stayed in touch after everything. So you didn’t hesitate to answer.

“Hey, T. What’s up?” You picked up, sitting on your bed.

“A lot is up, my friend. I have a business opportunity for you!” He replied cheerfully.

“You know I don’t do that shit anymore.”

“I’m aware! But this, this you won’t be able to pass up.”

Rolling your eyes, you waited for him to spill the details.

“So, there’s a Ammu-nation in Paleto Bay. Supposedly getting a shipment of over 100 million dollars worth of cargo next week. For Merryweather.” Trevor explained quickly. “Already got a crew together, contacted Lester, everything’s ready to go. You in?”

You’d dropped out of the game after Ludendorff. Too risky, and way too much stress. You had a stable office job, good pay. That was enough for you.

But a fifteen million dollar pay? That’s enough to live comfortably. For a very, very long time.

“Okay. I’m in. Text me what I need to do.”

“Perfecto baby! See you soon!”

That might have been the worst decision you’ve ever made, but now you would just have to wait and see.

The next couple of days were pretty boring. Lots of flashbacks, planning, etc.

Eventually the day finally came.

You drove down to Paleto Bay, meeting Trevor and a few other guys at a small warehouse.

He introduced you to Franklin, and Lamar. Then the group split into two groups. Franklin and T were taking a truck to drive out to the front of the Ammu-Nation, Lamar and you were going to steal the cargo.

Lamar seemed alright, pretty laid back. Obviously very high, but could you blame him?

“Car’s down the alley. Y’all ready?” Lamar said, walking to the warehouse exit.

Everyone nodded, Trevor and Frank got into the van and you and Lamar made your way to the back.

You were shaking with anxiety. The anticipation of it all, and the weird look Trevor gave you before driving away.

But there was no backing out now.

You followed Lamar to the car, watching him push the exit door open, with you completely oblivious to what awaited on the other side.

There weren’t words to describe the pure dread that rippled through your skin, nausea hitting you like a truck.

There stood a familiar face.

The same black hair, same blue eyes, same cocky smile.

Michael fucking Townley.

Lamar looked just as confused, but was quick to pull out his gun.

However, Michael was quicker, pulling out his own.

“Yo! Who the fuck is this?” Lamar exclaimed, looking at you.

Michael kept his gun pointed at the taller guy.

You hadn't seen him in so long. You didn’t know what to feel.

Sad? Angry? Relieved?

You couldn't tell.

“What the fuck are you doing here.” You spat, walking over to him.

Michael lowered his gun, but didn't put it away.

His gaze shifted to you.

It was silent. But simultaneously spoke a thousand words.

He had a sad look in his eyes, but he still looked like the same man who'd left you for another woman.

“Hello to you to, y/n.” He smirked slightly, retaining eye contact with you.

“Can somebody explain to me who this motherfucker is?” Lamar frowned, looking at you moodily.

You didn't say anything. You just stared.

It felt like everything you felt, back when you were his, came back.

And it hit you hard.

You didn’t know whether to cry, scream, or punch him.

What you did know, is that you needed this money. And he wasn’t going to stop you from getting it.

You had a job to do

So you brushed past Michael, making sure to push him back with your shoulder.

Lamar did the same, but he was a bit more forceful.

Both of you made it to the car, Michael trailing behind, and got in.

You and Lamar took the front seat, with him driving.

He looked over at you, before leaning in.

“Who the fuck is this?” He whispered, side eyeing Michael who sat sheepishly in the backseat.

You sighed, keeping your head down.

“I’ll explain later.” You replied, looking out the window.

Lamar started the car and began to pull out of the alley, and onto the road.

There was definitely no turning back now.

It was silent in the car, besides the music playing softly from the radio.

Michael looked out the window, and you avoided his eyes in the mirror, staring out your own window.

The tension was unbearable.

It felt like ages before you finally pulled up to the Ammu-Nation, Michael jumped out the car and walked over to Trevor and Franklin.

“What the fuck? Who are you?” Frank said, grabbing his gun.

“Homie I am just as confused.” Lamar said, standing beside Franklin.

Trevor didn't look surprised, or shocked. In fact, he looked rather pleased.

The feeling of betrayal was beginning to settle in.

What was Trevor planning?

Why did he do this?

You ignored them both, walking into the shop with your gun held high.

A middle aged man stood behind the counter, and two security guards stood beside him.

Everyone else followed in after you, guns aimed at the man.

The store was empty.

Thankfully, nobody was there to witness this.

Michael, Frank and Trevor held off the police as you and Lamar ran through the back and stole the helicopter with the cargo.

“I hope you know how to fly this shit, cause I certainly don’t.” He said jokingly, climbing in.

“Luckily for you, I do.” You replied, sitting down in the pilot's seat.

You flew up towards the meeting site, the wind blowing in your face.

It was a peaceful moment.

You felt relaxed, even though the situation you were in was the opposite of relaxed.

But you hadn't been flying a chopper in such a long time.

As you got closer, the feeling of dread slowly began to return.

This means facing Michael again.

You landed the vehicle, climbing out and walking towards the men.

You approached Michael, stepping towards him.

Pure and utter rage fuelled you, like you were a ball of fire.

And you slapped him. As hard as you could.

He stumbled back a bit, holding his cheek.

“Damn!” Frank and Lamar shouted, laughing.

Trevor looked at you nervously, knowing he was next as he was the one who invited Mike.

Michael looked at you, and you swore he had a smile on his face.

He wasn’t angry. In fact, it seemed like he knew he deserved that slap.

You walked over to the car, opening the boot and grabbing the bag filled with the cargo.

You turned to the boys, throwing it at Trevor, and looking directly at Michael.

He stared back at you, not even trying to hide the fact that he was checking you out.

You weren’t gonna lie, Michael looked great.

He was the same, just more tired, a little chubbier, but he was still the same old Michael.

And, unfortunately, still as hot.

“Fuck you.” You shouted, walking over to him again and pushing him, hard.

Michael lost his balance, stumbling back again.

Lamar laughed, but this time, he didn't try to hide the fact that he was enjoying the show.

You pushed him again, this time he fell on the floor, with you on top of him.

Michael was surprisingly strong, despite his weight. He managed to flip you over, now pinning you down.

Frank and Lamar began shouting, cheering and laughing.

You were livid.

“Get the fuck off of me!” You screamed, kicking and screaming.

“Calm the fuck down!” He shouted.

You kicked him in the gut, causing him to fall backwards, with you getting back up.

You didn’t bother pinning him, just stood there, panting.

He didn’t even try and fight back.

You walked over to Trevor, standing in front of him.

“Oh shit! You gonna get your ass beat!” Frank laughed, nudging Lamar.

Trevor looked at you with a nervous look, not knowing what you were going to do.

You didn’t know yourself, the anger was taking control.

Michael was getting back up, looking at you both, and waiting for you to throw the first punch.

“You fucking did this, you brought him here.”

“Y/n, I-“ He started, before being greeted with a hard slap.

Lamar and Franklin erupted into cheers and laughter.

Trevor held his cheek, not even trying to hold back his smile.

You stared him dead in the eyes, shaking with anger.

“You think this is fucking funny?” You frowned, clenching your fists.

You kicked him swiftly in the crotch.

“Fuck!” Trevor yelped, falling back.

You stormed off, Lamar and Frank following, trying to hide their laughter.

“Girl you whooped his ass!” Lamar chimed in, laughing loudly.

“Stop making me laugh, I’m supposed to be angry.” You smiled, giggling.

They were both grinning at you, before inviting you to come hang at Frank’s house with them.

You of course, accepted the offer.

You could do with a rant to people who wouldn’t judge you.

Michael and Trevor had a lot of explaining to do, but they weren’t your problem anymore.

wow. this is the longest one i’ve written…… safe to say it better be good 😡

#gta v #gta 5 #grand theft 5 #gtafest #grand theft auto #trevor philips #trevorphilips #lamar davis #gta headcannons #michael de santa #franklinclinton

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MAGIC ITEMS RECOMMENDATIONS NEEDED!

So im writing Bite the Hand that Feeds my Jack Horner x Reader fic!! And I severely need magic items (they are so ridiculously hard to find?? Or think of??) So!! If you can recommend any that’d be amazing ❤️❤️ I have a whole list of ones i already have + the ones in the movie so no copying!!

This doesn’t contain spoilers for the fic btw! Some may not even be mentioned in the upcoming chapter but id love more regardless for future reference! Heres the list of both canon and other contributions

The Phoenix

Gemini Stewart / The Ethical Bug

“Magic Nanny Bag”

Flying Umbrella

“Drink me” potion

“Eat me” Cookie

Fairy Godmother’s Wand

‘Pumpkin’

Excalibur

Poseidon’s Trident

The Magic Carpet

The Shrunken Ship of the Lilliputians

Baby Unicorn Horns

Crystal Ball

Midas’ Touch

Captain Hook’s Hook

Wizard Staff

Poison Apple(s)

Cinderella’s Glass Slipper

Sleeping Beauty’s Spindle / Spinning Wheel

Sorcerer’s Hat

Dancing Broom

Bastet Statue

Enchanted Flower / The Enchanted Rose

Unspecified Magic Potions

Three Musketeer’s Fencing Swords

Mjölnir

Pegasi Wings

Hedge of Thorns

Fountain of Youth

Rumpelstiltskin’s Gold Thread

Evil Queen’s Dagger + Heart Box

Magic Genie Lamp

Rapunzel’s Hair

Flora, Fauna, Merryweather (trapped)

The Singing Harp

The Singing Sword

Dorothy’s Silver / Ruby Slippers

Magic Mirror

The Golden Cap

Invulnerability Stones

The North Wind

An Alchemy Jug

A Golden Egg

Bag of Pixie Dust

Magic Beans

Pied Piper’s Flute

Ark of the Covenant (REALLY iffy on this one I think its HILARIOUS and my mom suggested it)

Mad Hatter’s Hat

He collects magic items from mythology too! Anything is accepted from specific statues to just stupid stuff! Like said anything helps!! Brownie points if he can use it in some shape/form! And like stated these aren’t spoilers unless I can find some use for them later 🤷‍♀️ but right now they’re just decor!!

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North Star Series

Chapter 31 - Settling In

Summary: Things don't go as smoothly as George and Y/N had hoped upon her return.

Warnings: cursing

Start here:

George traced Y/N's arm, his fingers feather light raising goosebumps on her skin. They lay face to face, their two bodies intertwined as one. He moved his hand to brush away a lock of hair that had fallen across her sleeping face. In the year they'd been apart, he'd never got used to her being gone. Even months after she left, he'd find himself jumping up to tell her something, only to remember she wasn't there. She had become just as much a part of him as Fred was. Without her, his world was broken, incomplete.

That was why her current predicament saddened him so much.

YN had sent in her application to join the Hemalurgy Guild within the first week of her return. It was now over two months later, and still no response. Until she became a registered Guild member, she couldn't practice Hemalurgy legally in Britain.

At any other time, George and Fred would've been more than happy to subvert the status quo. But this wasn't any other time. The penalty for practicing Hemalurgy illegally was far harsher than the once traditional fine. And now, with the Ministry arresting people over the slightest offenses, Y/N was particularly vulnerable, being both muggle born AND American. Add breaking the law to that, and she would be looking at a one-way ticket to Azkaban or worse.

It was rumored that Umbridge had discovered a spell to nullify someone's magical abilities and that it had become one of her favorite punishments for muggle-born witches and wizards. Although the stories had not been verified, George was still not willing to take the risk. And quite frankly, neither was Y/N.

So she waited, biding her time as best she could. She started by helping out in the shop several days a week and, on her days off, worked to transform their apartment from a quintessential bachelor pad into a warm, cozy home. These things kept her busy, and she was more than happy to do them, but they did nothing to dissapate the lingering uncertainty that loomed over her like a storm cloud ready to burst.

And burst it did the following morning.

~•~

George and Y/N giggled as they listened to Fred singing at the top of his lungs in the shower. Thanks to a little matchmaking work on George and Y/N's part, they'd convinced Angie and Fred to meet for coffee on his day off. That first meet-up ended up leading to several more. And now, after a couple of months, they were going out on a formal date.

"I'm glad to see him so happy," George commented.

"Me too," Y/N agreed, "even if his singing sounds like a screech owl's mating call."

George laughed and then cringed. "Especially when he tries to hit those high notes."

They were both still laughing when they heard the familiar 'tap, tap, tap' of an owl at the window.

"Oh Godric," George said. "Let's hope he didn't attract an admirer."

Y/N snorted, watching as her boyfriend opened the window to find not one but two owls. "Looks like both of us are getting answers today," he said, handing her a letter from a certain W. Merryweather Esq. of the Hemalurgy Guild and holding up another from a company that was supposed to be sending a much delayed and much anticipated part for a prototype the twins had been working on.

Y/N stared at the letter in her hands. "I'm almost afraid to open it."

"Same. Why don't we open each other's?" George suggested. "You tell me what's in mine, and I'll tell you what's in yours."

"Good idea," Y/N said, trading letters with George.

With one another's letter in hand, they ripped them open, reading in silence the contents therein.

'Oh, for fuck's sake,' Y/N thought, then looked up to find George watching her. The moment their eyes met, they both knew that neither one had good news.

"Who goes first?" George's voice held a slight tremor.

"I--I will," Y/N stuttered.

George nodded.

Y/N cleared her throat. It was a long, convoluted ramble, so she read out the only part George was interested in hearing. "We regret to inform you that your order has been canceled as we no longer deliver to your particular area. Many apologies for the inconvenience."

"Damn it!" George's fist hit the kitchen counter with such force that Y/N was afraid he might've broken a bone. Momentarily forgetting her own letter, she rushed around to look at the hand he was now cradling in his other.

"Here, let me see," Y/N said. Nodding, George sucked in his breath as she examined his injury. "Can you move your fingers?"

"Yeah, think so," George said through gritted teeth, flexing his fingers.

"Ok, good. No broken bones, then. But you probably jammed your knuckles or at least bruised yourself pretty bad. I'll go grab the apothecary kit." But, when Y/N moved to go, George stopped her.

"My hand can wait," he said. "Your letter is more important.

Y/N froze.

Right.

Her letter.

"Um, ok. If you're certain."

"I am," George replied. "Let's go sit in the living room."

Y/N's heart plummeted. "That bad, huh?"

George didn't answer, instead opting to read the letter aloud once they were settled on the sofa.

"Miss Y/L/N,

Thank you for your recent inquiry. Unfortunately, due to current circumstances, the Guild has temporarily disbanded and is not accepting new members at this time."

The same anger that had risen up in George now pumped through her veins. Y/N stood up and paced the room, both hands balled into tight fists. "Fuck Voldemort," she hissed. "And fuck the Death Eaters. And fuck the fucking horse they fucking rode in on."

George stared up at his girlfriend. He'd seen Y/N angry before, but this was different. This was a seething, calm anger. Vicious and cold. For the first time, he wondered if his fear for her safety was misplaced. Maybe it was Voldemort and the Death Eaters who should fear her and not the other way around.

~•~

A black cloud hung over the apartment the next few days. Even Fred's happy reunion with Angelina barely cut through the bleak miasma.

"Ready, love?" George asked.

"No," Y/N sighed. "Can't we just stay home? I'm not sure I'm up for this."

They were having dinner at the Burrow that evening. With school out for the summer, it would be the first time since her arrival that Y/N would see the rest of the Weasley family, save for Molly, who had warmed up to her significantly since her return, inviting her over for tea a couple of times.

"I so wish we could darling," George replied. "I'd love nothing more than to curl up in bed with you and pretend the outside world doesn't exist. But everyone is expecting us. Especially, Ginny. And if we don't show up, she'll come and drag us there, kicking and screaming."

That brought a small grin to Y/N's face. She'd missed Ginny almost as much as she'd missed George and was very much looking forward to spending some "girl time" with her adopted sister.

"Okay," she took a deep breath and gave George's hand a squeeze. "Let's do this."

~•~

"No," George's voice was firm. "I'm not endangering Y/N's life, and neither are you."

~•~

He couldn't believe the conversation he was having. Nor could he believe that Lupin could've asked it of Y/N or that she was considering the possibility.

Next Chapter:

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Hi ! Could you make a Trevor x reader where Reader is the type to always want cuddles or hugs even if Trevor's working or busy. She doesn't care and would almost sulk like a child, if she doesn't have her hug I feel like Trevor is like that too and I'm curious how he would handle it if he had to live it on a daily basis 👀

---A/N: Yesssirrrr. Trevor is defo like this as well.

Summary: Trevor was on an 'important' phone-call but you grew fed up.

Trevor would be on the phone talking to Michael or Lester about potential plans or needed suppliers for a heist he’s doing. The phone call always lasts for 20 to 30 minutes. This time, he was standing beside the bed before bedtime, conversating amongst his group as you lied there, craving for cuddles.

“-shut up, Mike, I know what we are doin’. Yeah? So what if I messed with Merryweather befo- “ He grunted and lost contact with Michael, disrupting his mid statement.

You grown fed up and pulled him onto the bed with you. Cradling him into your desperate arms, he’d accidentally drop the phone and hang up. Trevor was going to complain but noticing how warm your embrace was, he sneakily smiled to himself.

“I was on a call…”

“Taking too long.” You murmured.

“It was important.”

“Not important enough to call back?”

Trevor was defeated with your smart talk and sulked. You won the battle of affection by deadpanning his ‘call’.

“You want cuddles all the time.” He’d whisper with his eyes closed.

You shrugged, “So do you…”

“I guess Michael can wait.”

You nodded at his words, “Of course he can.”

#trevor philips/reader #trevor philips x reader #trevor philips #grand theft 5 #grand theft auto 5 #gta v #gta 5

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Operation Stumpy Re-Read

AFFC: Cersei X (Chapter 43)

"Septa." Cersei sat beneath the Iron Throne, clad in green silk and golden lace. "Tell his High Holiness that we are vexed with him. He presumes too much." Emeralds glimmered on her fingers and in her golden hair. The eyes of court and city were upon her, and she meant for them to see Lord Tywin's daughter. By the time this mummer's farce was done they would know they had but one true queen. But first we must dance the dance and never miss a step.

Dress the part, Jaime.

We start the chapter in silk, lace, and emeralds.

+.+.+

"Ser Osney is young and lusty, I will grant you," the queen said, "but a faithful knight for all that. If he says that he was part of this . . . no, it cannot be. Margaery is a maiden!"

"She is not. I examined her myself, at the behest of His High Holiness. Her maidenhead is not intact. Septa Aglantine and Septa Melicent will say the same, as will Queen Margaery's own septa, Nysterica, who has been confined to a penitent's cell for her part in the queen's shame. Lady Megga and Lady Elinor were examined as well. Both were found to have been broken."

The wasps were growing so loud that the queen could hardly hear herself think. I do hope the little queen and her cousins enjoyed those rides of theirs.

A lord's daughter was more like to give her maidenhead to a horse than a husband, it was said, and Margaery had been riding since she was old enough to walk. - Cersei VI, AFFC

Cersei is all over the place. In her previous chapter she believed Margaery had a lover. Now, in this chapter, she acknowledges it's the horseback riding that's broken her hymen.

Sometimes George is effortless when reminding the reader of something, and other times it's a bit more forced.

+.+.+

"We insist that His High Holiness allow our own maesters to examine my good-daughter, to determine if there is any shred of truth to these slanders. Grand Maester Pycelle, you shall accompany Septa Moelle back to Beloved Baelor's Sept, and return to us with the truth about our Margaery's maidenhead."

Pycelle had gone the color of curdled white. At council meetings the wretched old fool cannot say enough, but now that I need a few words from him he has lost the power of speech, the queen thought, before the old man finally came out with, "There is no need for me to examine her . . . her privy parts." His voice was a quaver. "I grieve to say . . . Queen Margaery is no maiden. She has required me to make her moon tea, not once, but many times."

There's the little weasel I know and loathe. Welcome back!

While reading commentary on this chapter, I noticed a lot of people missed that Pycelle was forced to say this.

+.+.+

Her white knights fell in around her as she made her exit through the king's door behind the Iron Throne; Boros Blount, Meryn Trant, and Osmund Kettleblack, the last of the Kingsguard still remaining in the city.

There's lots of attention being paid to which Kingsguard remain in the city, because of the possibility of a trial by combat. I'm wondering if it's also being emphasized for other reasons.

+.+.+

Maggy the Frog should have been in motley too, for all she knew about the morrow. Cersei prayed the old fraud was screaming down in hell. The younger queen whose coming she'd foretold was finished, and if that prophecy could fail, so could the rest. No golden shrouds, no valonqar, I am free of your croaking malice at last.

You won't believe what happens next!

+.+.+

"Lord Merryweather is right," said Lord Waters. "If it please Your Grace, I will launch the rest of our new dromonds. The sight of them upon the Blackwater with King Tommen's banner flying from their masts will remind the city who rules here, and keep them safe should the mobs decide to run riot again."

He left the rest unspoken; once on the Blackwater, his dromonds could stop Mace Tyrell from bringing his army back across the river, just as Tyrion had once stopped Stannis. Highgarden had no sea power of its own this side of Westeros. They relied upon the Redwyne fleet, presently on its way back to the Arbor.

"A prudent measure," the queen announced. "Until this storm has passed, I want your ships crewed and on the water."

Spoiler alert: The crown will be left with no ships.

Meaning, Blackwater Bay is open and vulnerable. That's a big problem. Two queens desperately need a fleet.

+.+.+

"Aye," said Merryweather, "but this High Septon may want to try the queen himself, as the Faith once tried men of old."

I hope so, Cersei thought.

Be careful what you wish for.

+.+.+

For the king's sake, the queen had left the names off the arrest warrants. Tommen signed them blank, and pressed his seal into the warm wax happily, as he always did. Afterward she sent him off with Jocelyn Swyft.

Ser Osfryd Kettleblack arrived as the ink was drying. Cersei had written in the names herself: Ser Tallad the Tall, Jalabhar Xho, Hamish the Harper, Hugh Clifton, Mark Mullendore, Bayard Norcross, Lambert Turnberry, Horas Redwyne, Hobber Redwyne, and a certain churl named Wat, who called himself the Blue Bard.

A few new names.

"Who were they?" the queen demanded, and the wretched Wat named Ser Tallad the Tall, Lambert Turnberry, Jalabhar Xho, the Redwyne twins, Osney Kettleblack, Hugh Clifton, and the Knight of Flowers. - Cersei IX, AFFC

Hamish the Harper, Mark Mullendore, and Bayard Norcross weren't originally part of the plan. Might be nothing, might be something.

+.+.+

"Nothing too rich or colorful," she said. "Something suitably devout and drab for the High Septon. He's like to make me pray with him."

In the end, she chose a soft woolen dress that covered her from throat to ankle, with only a few small vines embroidered on the bodice and the sleeves in golden thread to soften the severity of its lines. Even better, brown would help conceal the dirt if she was made to kneel.

Dress the part, Jaime.

We're transitioning to drab, modest clothing.

+.+.+

As they made their way across King's Landing, Taena had a sudden doubt. "This trial," she said, in a quiet voice, "what if Margaery demands that her guilt or innocence be determined by wager of battle?"

A smile brushed Cersei's lips. "As queen, her honor must be defended by a knight of the Kingsguard. Why, every child in Westeros knows how Prince Aemon the Dragonknight championed his sister Queen Naerys against Ser Morghil's accusations. With Ser Loras so gravely wounded, though, I fear Prince Aemon's part must fall to one of his Sworn Brothers." She shrugged. "Who, though? Ser Arys and Ser Balon are far away in Dorne, Jaime is off at Riverrun, and Ser Osmund is the brother of the man accusing her, which leaves only . . . oh, dear . . ."

"Boros Blount and Meryn Trant." Lady Taena laughed.

I'm sure having all these Kingsguard outside of the city won't backfire.

+.+.+

"He will not even let me see them," fumed Margaery. "He keeps each of us apart from the others. Until you came, I was allowed no visitors but septas. One comes every hour to ask if I wish to confess my fornications. They will not even let me sleep. They wake me to demand confessions. Last night I confessed to Septa Unella that I wished to scratch her eyes out."

A shame you did not do it, Cersei thought. Blinding some poor old septa would certainly persuade the High Sparrow of your guilt.

Hold this.

+.+.+

"Damn them, then," said Margaery. "Damn them all to seven hells. Alla is gentle and shy, how can they do this to her? And Megga . . . she laughs as loud as a dockside whore, I know, but inside she's still just a little girl. I love them all, and they love me. If this sparrow thinks to make them lie about me . . ."

"They stand accused as well, I fear. All three."

"My cousins?" Margaery paled. "Alla and Megga are hardly more than children. Your Grace, this . . . this is obscene. Will you take us out of here?"

Margaery seems troubled.

+.+.+

"Ser Garlan is not a member of the Kingsguard," the queen said. "When the queen's honor is at issue, law and custom require that her champion be one of the king's sworn seven. The High Septon will insist, I fear." I will make certain of it.

Margaery did not answer at once, but her brown eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Blount or Trant," she said at last. "It would have to be one of them. You'd like that, wouldn't you? Osney Kettleblack would cut either one to pieces."

Seven hells. Cersei donned a look of hurt. "You wrong me, daughter. All I want—"

"—is your son, all for yourself. He will never have a wife that you don't hate. And I am not your daughter, thank the gods. Leave me."

"You are being foolish. I am only here to help you."

"To help me to my grave. I asked for you to leave. Will you make me call my gaolers and have you dragged away, you vile, scheming, evil bitch?"

+.+.+

"Win Alla if you can, but be careful what you say. The gods may not be the only ones listening."

Cersei gathered up her skirts and dignity. "This must be very frightening for you. I shall forgive those words." Here, as at court, one never knew who might be listening.

Someone is listening. Even here, even now, she dare not speak freely. - Cersei I, ADWD

People listening through the the walls is already well established, I'm not sure why he keeps stressing it.

+.+.+

"Perhaps she is innocent."

"She is not. Holy septas have examined her, and testify that her maidenhead is broken. She has drunk of moon tea, to murder the fruit of her fornications in her womb. An anointed knight has sworn upon his sword to having carnal knowledge of her and two of her three cousins. Others have lain with her as well, he says, and names many names of men both great and humble."

What is wrong with this man? He knows there's more than one way to break a hymen, and he knows the anointed knight was lying. Is he seriously trusting Pycelle's words?

He deserves to go boom.

+.+.+

"Tommen loves his little queen so much, Your Holiness, I fear it might be hard for him or his lords to judge her justly. Perhaps the Faith should conduct the trial?"

The High Sparrow steepled his thin hands. "I have had the selfsame thought, Your Grace. Just as Maegor the Cruel once took the swords from the Faith, so Jaehaerys the Conciliator deprived us of the scales of judgment. Yet who is truly fit to judge a queen, save the Seven Above and the godsworn below? A sacred court of seven judges shall sit upon this case. Three shall be of your female sex. A maiden, a mother, and a crone. Who could be more suited to judge the wickedness of women?"

Who will be the Seven? Who will be the Stranger? Him?

+.+.+

"I must return to the castle. With your leave, I will take Ser Osney Kettleblack back with me. The small council will want to question him, and hear his accusations for themselves."

"No," said the High Septon.

It was only a word, one little word, but to Cersei it felt like a splash of icy water in the face.

+.+.+

"He is held securely here. Come. I will show you."

Cersei could feel the eyes of the Seven staring at her, eyes of jade and malachite and onyx, and a sudden shiver of fear went through her, cold as ice. I am the queen, she told herself. Lord Tywin's daughter. Reluctantly, she followed.

+.+.+

Within, Osney Kettleblack hung naked from the ceiling, swinging from a pair of heavy iron chains. He had been whipped. His back and shoulders been laid almost bare, and cuts and welts crisscrossed his legs and arse as well.

The queen could hardly stand to look at him. She turned back to the High Septon. "What have you done?"

Hilarious when you consider what she just had done to the Blue Bard.

+.+.+

"He told you the truth. He came to you of his own free will and confessed his sins."

"Aye. He did that. I have heard many men confess, Your Grace, but seldom have I heard a man so pleased to be so guilty."

+.+.+

"You whipped him!"

"There can be no penance without pain. No man should spare himself the scourge, as I told Ser Osney. I seldom feel so close to god as when I am being whipped for mine own wickedness, though my darkest sins are no wise near as black as his."

He has a kink! No judgment.

+.+.+

He is just a priest, he cannot do this. "It is not for the Faith to condemn a man to death, whatever his offense."

"Whatever his offense." The High Septon repeated the words slowly, weighing them. "Strange to say, Your Grace, the more diligently we applied the scourge, the more Ser Osney's offenses seemed to change. He would now have us believe that he never touched Margaery Tyrell. Is that not so, Ser Osney?"

Osney Kettleblack opened his eyes. When he saw the queen standing there before him he ran his tongue across his swollen lips, and said, "The Wall. You promised me the Wall."

[...]

"Aye." The chains rattled softly as Osney twisted in his shackles. "That one there. She's the queen I fucked, the one sent me to kill the old High Septon. He never had no guards. I just come in when he was sleeping and pushed a pillow down across his face."

Cersei whirled, and ran.

Took you long enough.

+.+.+

The High Septon tried to seize her, but he was some old sparrow and she was a lioness of the Rock. She pushed him aside and burst through the door, slamming it behind her with a clang. The Kettleblacks, I need the Kettleblacks, I will send in Osfryd with the gold cloaks and Osmund with the Kingsguard, Osney will deny it all once they cut him free, and I'll rid myself of this High Septon just as I did the other.

I believe her.

+.+.+

The four old septas blocked her way and clutched at her with wrinkled hands. She knocked one to the floor and clawed another across the face, and gained the steps. Halfway up, she remembered Taena Merryweather. It made her stumble, panting. Seven save me, she prayed. Taena knows it all. If they take her too, and whip her . . .

Blinding some poor old septa would certainly persuade the High Sparrow of your guilt.

Lol.

The Taena Merryweather thing is interesting, because we'll later learn she had no trouble leaving the Great Sept.

"They let Taena go." That was the best thing she had heard since the High Sparrow had said no. Taena could have doomed her.

I wonder why. Things rarely work out in Cersei's favour.

+.+.+

Inside the cell three silent sisters held her down as a septa named Scolera stripped her bare. She even took her smallclothes. Another septa tossed a roughspun shift at her.

Dress the part, Jaime.

We finish naked, and defeated.

+.+.+

She was not meek Margaery Tyrell, to don her little shift and submit to such captivity. I will teach them what it means to put a lion in a cage, Cersei thought.

I believe her.

+.+.+

The woman rose. "Your Grace. I will be back in an hour. Mayhaps by then you will be ready to confess."

An hour and an hour and an hour. So passed the longest night that Cersei Lannister had ever known, save for the night of Joffrey's wedding. Her throat was so raw from shouting that she could hardly swallow. The cell turned freezing cold. She had smashed the chamber pot, so she had to squat in a corner to make her water and watch it trickle across the floor. Every time she closed her eyes, Unella was looming over her again, shaking her and asking her if she wanted to confess her sins.

His greatest challenge yet. Can the author make you pity Cersei Lannister?

+.+.+

Why has no one come to pry me out of here? She could not believe that the Kettleblacks would abandon their brother. What was her council doing? Cravens and traitors. When I get out of here I will have the lot of them beheaded and find better men to take their place.

Thrice that day she heard the sound of distant shouting drifting up from the plaza, but it was Margaery's name that the mob was calling, not hers.

Make no mistake, I enjoy Cersei as a character far more than Margaery, but this is beautiful.

+.+.+

"Qyburn," she whispered, "oh, gods, I am so glad to see your face. Take me home."

"That will not be allowed. You are to be tried before a holy court of seven, for murder, treason, and fornication."

[...]

"What of Margaery?"

"She is to be tried as well, by the same court that conducts your trial.

Are you saying they'll be tried on the same day? Cool, cool.

+.+.+

"Tommen. Tell me of my son. Is he still king?"

"He is, Your Grace. He is safe and well, secure within the walls of Maegor's Holdfast, protected by the Kingsguard. He is lonely, though. Fretful. He asks for you, and for his little queen. As yet, no one has told him of your . . . your . . ."

Don't worry, Tommen's protected by the Kingsguard. Huge relief.

With Balon Swann hunting the rogue knight Darkstar down in Dorne, Loras Tyrell gravely wounded on Dragonstone, and Jaime vanished in the riverlands, only four of the White Swords remained in King's Landing, and Ser Kevan had thrown Osmund Kettleblack (and his brother Osfryd) into the dungeon within hours of Cersei's confessing that she had taken both men as lovers. That left only Trant, the feeble Boros Blount, and Qyburn's mute monster Robert Strong to protect the young king and royal family. - Epilogue, ADWD

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"Osfryd Kettleblack no longer commands the City Watch. The king has removed him from office and raised the captain of the Dragon Gate in his place, a certain Humfrey Waters."

I have no idea who Humfrey Waters is, or who put him in this role.

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"The boy is not to blame. When his council puts a decree in front of him, he signs his name and stamps it with his seal."

"My council . . . who? Who would do that? Not you?"

"Alas, I have been dismissed from the council, although for the nonce they allow me to continue my work with the eunuch's whisperers. The realm is being ruled by Ser Harys Swyft and Grand Maester Pycelle. They have dispatched a raven to Casterly Rock, inviting your uncle to return to court and assume the regency. If he means to accept, he had best make haste. Mace Tyrell has abandoned his siege of Storm's End and is marching back to the city with his army, and Randyll Tarly is reported on his way down from Maidenpool as well."

This is such a stretch, George.

Qyburn is dismissed, but is still allowed to continue his work in the cells and with the eunuch's whisperers. Sure, whatever.

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"As soon as word of Your Grace's present troubles reached the river, Lord Waters raised sail, unshipped his oars, and took his fleet to sea. Ser Harys fears he means to join Lord Stannis. Pycelle believes that he is sailing to the Stepstones, to set himself up as a pirate."

He doesn't only look like Rhaegar, he's as useless as him too.

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"I am lost, Qyburn."

"No." He took her hand. "Hope remains. Your Grace has the right to prove your innocence by battle. My queen, your champion stands ready. There is no man in all the Seven Kingdoms who can hope to stand against him. If you will only give the command . . ."

This time she did laugh. It was funny, terribly funny, hideously funny. "The gods make japes of all our hopes and plans. I have a champion no man can defeat, but I am forbidden to make use of him. I am the queen, Qyburn. My honor can only be defended by a Sworn Brother of the Kingsguard."

Spoiler alert: They'll learn Arys Oakheart died, and dead!Gregor will be elevated to the Kingsguard.

Not that it matters. Do you anticipate another trial by combat featuring dead!Gregor? I don't. Do you anticipate Cersei will actually allow herself to be tried? I don't.

I wonder how she gets herself out of this.

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There is no other way. "Qyburn, for the love you bear me, I beg you, send a message for me. A raven if you can. A rider, if not. You must send to Riverrun, to my brother. Tell him what has happened, and write . . . write . . ."

"Yes, Your Grace?"

She licked her lips, shivering. "Come at once. Help me. Save me. I need you now as I have never needed you before. I love you. I love you. I love you. Come at once."

"As you command. 'I love you' thrice?"

"Thrice." She had to reach him. "He will come. I know he will. He must. Jaime is my only hope."

A snowflake landed on the letter. As it melted, the ink began to blur. Jaime rolled the parchment up again, as tight as one hand would allow, and handed it to Peck. "No," he said. "Put this in the fire." - Jaime VII, AFFC

Great moment for Jaime, right? Except I doubt the author agrees.

Whatever you may think of Cersei doesn't matter, his son is now in desperate need of him as well, and is probably going to kill himself with Jaime nowhere to be found. Round of applause.

Family before duty and honour, Jaime.

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"My queen," said Qyburn, "have you . . . forgotten? Ser Jaime has no sword hand. If he should champion you and lose . . ."

We will leave this world together, as we once came into it. "He will not lose. Not Jaime. Not with my life at stake."

You sure will. It's repeated enough.

Final thoughts:

Ten chapters of pure unhinged comedy. How can you not love this woman?

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#operation stumpy re-read #affc #cersei x

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hexgaywire · 11 months

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hey there! so i see you're asking for requests so I'll throw one out there! these are luxiem x readers.

i was thinking 'what would luxiem do if you moaned their name in your sleep'. this one would be nsfw

another one for luxiem is 'what would they do if u were getting hit on by another person while you 're clearly dating'. this one can be both nsfw or sfw! :)

(also, quick question, do you write for merryweather?)

thank you so much!! dm me for questions 🩷

I am working on both of these immaculate requests as we speak so be on the lookout! As for writing for Merryweather, I definitely do! I'm semi familiar with his lore and I feel comfortable enough that I can do him justice! Thank you so much for the request like I said they should be out shortly 🫰

#requests #hexgaywire hub

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vilsmeowmeow · 2 years

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Upcoming TWST Fics:

Disney AU oneshots based off the actual Disney films (list is in order):

1. yandere!Riddle x reader; Synopsis: You were originally forced to attend a family friend’s party in celebration of their success in their business corporation. Your mother and sister had encouraged you to join since they knew your father’s death had taken a big impact on your mental health and relationships. Although you felt uncomfortable from the heavy clothes, you were coerced into a fancy outfit that showed off your appearance and attractiveness in a classy manner. Once you realized their true intentions for planning the party, you ran out in rage to a secluded area. While you were crying in anger and frustration, a large white rabbit interrupted your intense meltdown. You knew it was strange to see a stray animal wearing clothes (especially formal attire), so you followed it till you were led into a suspicious alleyway. Your common sense reminded you to turn back, but a small opened door sitting in the bricked wall had caught your attention. Your conscience reprimanded you as you impulsively entered the unusual passage. As soon as your hand had made it through the entry, you felt your entire body falling down a long hole. From there on, you were faced with a variety of different creatures and characters inhabiting the peculiar land, ranging from a pair of dopey twins to a mad man with a large top hat. But for some reason, they keep calling you Alice...

2. yandere!Vil x reader; Synopsis: When you were around seven years old, your parents were killed in a terrible accident at a very young age. Due to that incident, you were taken into custody by your mother’s best friend, the Queen, and her family. Although both the King and Queen welcomed you with open arms, you were extremely frightened by the new atmosphere and environment. But that wasn’t nearly as bad as the intimidation you felt whenever your new caretakers’ son was present. The prince’s scrutiny and judgment was made obvious with his facial expressions and voice tones, but he didn’t seem to leave you alone. As you both grew up, your fear for the royal increased significantly. His harsh words on your appearance, his dirty glares, and his angry outbursts were amplified with his new status of beauty. After his parents had passed from old age, he was finally given the crown. He was a strict ruler who held no compassion for his kingdom. Gossip and criticism circulated on how he was too severe with his methods of power. The only thing he seemed to focus on was his looks and fashion as he would repeatedly declare his title as the fairest one of all. You tried to watch from the shadows as his attitude towards his citizens demolished into something sinister, but you knew that being a bystander to this behavior would be just as bad. You attempted to help by playing Robin Hood, but to your chagrin, he had given you the role of an isolated servant. You were still known as the princess to the kingdom, but the new king had severed your freedom. And as luck would have it, he constantly takes his anger out on you. Maybe it’s because of that weird cursed mirror located on the wall in his room...

3. yandere!Malleus x reader: You never knew why you lived in the middle of the forest with three different women who called themselves your aunts. Flora, Fauna, and Merryweather had raised you from the day you were born and had taught you everything you know. Your daily routine consisted of picking berries outside and talking to the wild animals lurking around during the day. It was boring and lonesome having no one your age (or species) to converse with. On the day of your birthday, your aunts had pushed you out of the small cottage you resided in to go pick some more berries once again. Lazily carrying yourself around the woods, you surprisingly ran into a young man riding a horse. He had introduced himself as Philip and you were ecstatic to finally have someone you could relate to. Unfortunately when you arrived back home, your aunts had declared out of nowhere that you were the princess of the Moors and had to return to meet your betrothed. Devasted that you wouldn’t be able to see Philip again, you cried in your room till you were forced to leave, feeling the sensation of someone watching you in the progress. The travel wasn’t too long, but your saddened state had distracted you from any proper thoughts. Before meeting your true parents, you were sent to a room to get prepared and ready. As you stared at your disheveled reflection, you were suddenly met with a green flame igniting behind your form. Out of shock, you turned around and came face to face with a man with dark hair and large horns. You were knocked out of your stupor once he graced you with a pleasant smile and led you up a staircase hidden behind a wall. You weren’t in the right state of mind, but anything is better than staying in your suffocating new room. Your curiosity stopped encouraging your actions when the tall man moved to the side to show you the enticing spinning wheel calling out your name.

4. TBA

I really wanted to write a sleeping beauty universe with Malleus, so I created a new Tumblr blog to do so. I did a little spinny wheel on google to see who would go first on the list! More details for each story will be posted once I finish writing Riddle’s :))) I would also like to clarify that “y/n” will not behave the same way as the original Disney protagonists. It’s hard to create a defined personality through summaries only, but I wanted to state this just in case that threw anyone off LOL

#yandere twisted wonderland #yandere vil #yandere riddle rosehearts #yandere malleus #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland smut #twisted wonderland x reader #x reader #vil schoenheit #riddle rosehearts #malleus draconia #vil shoenheit x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #malleus x reader

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lokideservesahug · 29 days

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Once Upon A Dream

Part of the 𝓕1 𝓕𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓼𝔂 𝓒𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

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Pairing: Oscar Piastri x Fem! Reader (Sleeping Beauty AU)

Warnings: Reader breaks out into song at points and it's kinda cringy so sorry (but it needed to happen).

Notes: This is very short so I'm sorry and Idk when part 2 will come out but I've made a decent start on it. Also Miami was just so amwkwjsnjwuaha so...

Summary: Raised by three women in the middle of the woods and being visited only by a prince in your dreams, your life is very simple. Or is it?

Word Count: 2K

Part 2

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You were a miracle to your parents when you first arrived. For years, they were under the assumption that they would never produce an heir yet miraculously, you came info this Earth. So needless to say when you arrived, it was a huge spectacle. You climb hears distant murmers of the day but whenever you asked about it, people would redirect the conversation and avoid your question. But you bever gave it too much thought, you were only a baby.

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On the morning of your 21st birthday, your 3 carers randomly tell you that they want you to leave the house to pick some berries ; which is quite odd because you could have sworn that you saw a full fruit bowl this morning. But alas, you see no point in arguing and so you grab your basket, put in some shoes and leave your cottage. "Rember, don't don't too far!" "And don't speak to strangers." "Goodbye dear." At the ladies' chorus you smile and wave before setting off.

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Many miles away, up in a tall, dark, ominous castle. A sorceress dresses head to tie in black is shouting at her followers. "It's incredible! Over two decades and not a trace of her! Are you truly sure you have checked everywhere?" The creature nods and begins to hold oit his fingers ready to lost off places. "Yeah. We checked the mountains, the forest uhm, houses and uh- the uh- all the cradles." Malificent turns to face him un shock and (surprisingly) quietly says "Cradles?" The henchman nods happily "Yep. Every cradle." He laughs whilst proceeds to do a rocking gesture. "Cradles?!" The woman all but shouts. She turns to berate pet crow and opts for a more passive tone. "Did you hesr that my dear? All of these years and these imbeciles have been looking for a baby?" More henchman are now stood behind the first snow they're all sporting proud grins. Malificent laughs almost insanicly and the henchmen join in clearly misunderstanding the cause of her laughter.

"Fools!" She snaps. "Idiots!" They jump back at her shouts. "You imbeciles." She begins to wave her staffa round and as it shoots out jolts of energy, the followers scatter and try and leave the room. She makes her way towards her 'throne' at the back of the room and nd places her head in her hands. "They're hopeless..." Malficent sits doen in the chair "Disrcaes to the forces of evil." The crow flutters to the left armresst and she adresses him. "Oh pet. You are my last hope. Circle far and wide. Search for a maid with Y/H/C locs and lips as red as the first bloomed rose in late spring. Go and do not fail me." The crow flys off through the giant window and Malificent feels her last thread of hope dwindle slightly.

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"Boy will she be surprised." One of your guardians runs away from the door and to the sewing draw. "A real birthday party!" another of the women chimes. "With a real birthday cake!" The last of the women sighs almost dreamily whilst grabbing a recipe book. The woman in red (Florah) sticks her head from the ottoman filled with fabrics and needles with a gorgeous, long pink piece of fabric draped over her arms. "Oh yes. And a dress that only a princess can be proud of." The smallest of the 3 women dressed in blue (Merryweather) trecks up the stairs whilst exclaiming "I'll get the wands!" Florah nods "Yes you g- wait, the wands? No! We can't be using the wands! No magic remember." Merryweather dejectedly walks down the stairs. "But the twenty-one years are almost over!" Florah scowls and places the pink fabric along with a large sewing kit into Merryweather's arms as she walks off and opens a large cupboard. "No. We are not going to take any chances." Merryweather's lips form a small 'o' in shock. "B-but I can't bake a cake! Let alone a fancy one..." Florah closes the cupboard and pulls out another long pink fabric roll. Finally the woman dressed in green (Fauna) interjects. "Oh you won't have to dear! I'll be doing the baking." Merry turns Fauna in shock. "You!?"

Florah places the newer fabric into Merry's tored arm and softly says "Oh, she's always wanted to dear. And this is her last chance!" Merry tilts her he'd he'd consideration before Fauna speaks. "I'm going to make it fifteen layers! Oh and it will have pink and blue forget-me-nots." The shortest of the women stares in horror as Florah adds "Oh! And I'm making the dress." Merry splutters. "But...you can't sew. And she has never even cooked!" Florah laughs and begins to grab things from around the room "Oh how hard can it be? All you need to do is follow the book. Up here dear." She gently nudges Merry onto the stool she just moved. "You can be my dummy." Merry doesn't even think about Florah's words before she objects. "Well I still say we ought to do magic!" Florah throws the fabric onto Merryweather to silence her and begins to cut said fabric as Fauna begins to happily hum and lay out the ingredients for her elaborate cake.

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You wander aimlessly in the forest you've become so accustomed to in all of these years. You find yourself hanging along so a song that your carers have sung your whole life. With no need to be embarrassed as you were the only one for miles, you begin to fully sing the song whilst still looking around for some berries (how your household apparently managed to eat them so quickly is beyond you).

Unbeknownst to you, an orange clad man riding on his horse through the forest does in fact hear you. "Do you hear that Samson? It's beautiful." The horse starts at his owner's clearly awestruck tone. Samson begins to trot forward as the man on top of him turns around in attempt to find the source of the noise. "What is it? Come on... let's find out." The man pulls on the reins and forces the pair to turn around and venture in the direction of the noise yet the horse resists once again. Oscar rolls his eyes and leans down so he's level with the horses giant ear. "Would you do it for an extra bucket of oats?" He doesn't even have time to sit back up before the horse is spinning around and fastly trotting towards the direction of the melodic sound. "Woah!" At his owner's voice, Sampson turns around and looks down to find a dreched Oscar sitting in a puddle on the floor. He guiltily moves towards the man on the floor when Oscar wades his hand through the water and splashes Samson. "No carrots for you."

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After you finish your singing session you found your regular companions, the various wildlife creatures in the forest, make for good listeners. "They never want me to meet anyone." You skim your foot over the pond to your side. "But do you want to know something? I fooled them! I have met someone!" You stand up and put on an elaborate display for the various birds and quires who looked like they were hanging on to your every word. "Well he's tall and handsome and-" You pluck a Berry from a brach above your head. "And ever so romantic." You skip to the trunk of another tree, continuing to pit on a show for the animals. "We walk together. We talk together and before we say goodbye he takes me into his arms." You gaze up at the trees as if in a trance of lovely thoughts "And then I wake up." You hear the animal equivalents of disgruntled sighs at your words. "Yet people say if you dream of something enough, it's sure to come true!" Lost in your romantic soliloquy once again, you fail to notice the shift in the nails attention and a giant orange cloak being hind on a branch not far from you. "And I've seen him so many times." You sigh in longing.

On the otherside of the tree, Oscar begins speaking to his own animal as he removes one of his boots. "You know Samson, there weas something too good to be true about that voice. Too beautiful to really exist."Oscar takes the other of his damp boots, empties the water from it and places it next to the other to dry. "It was probably a figment of my imagination. Or maybe some mythical creature. A forest fairy maybe?" Oscar is the lost in his own thoughts to realise that two small rabbits have waeslesd themselves in his boots and taken off with them. But by the time he has, it's far too late. "Wait! Stop!"

You don't ponder how the animals acquired random clothes (they've done much stranger things). But as an owl approaches you in a thick orange jacket, you can't help but continue your playfully nature from earlier. "Oh wow, it's my dream prince!" You bow at the prince (various birds with a cloak) "Your highness. You know, I shouldn't be speaking to strangers... But we've met before." You begin to hum a tune whilst dancing with the animals dressed in many pieces of clothing, almost bringing yoir dream prince to life.

Oscar peeks his head out from a bush as he hears that majestic noise begin again and both him and Samson are left speechless at the sight. In front of him is the most gorgeous woman he's ever seen singing and dancing with- wait. Is that his travel cloak?

You spin once again and Oscar jumps behind you to join in with your dance. This time he is the one saying with you as he hums along to your singing. You open your eyes as the song ends only to see the animals in front of you. So who's behind you? You open your eyes widely in shock and pull away from the being and turn to see who you were dancing with at the end. Yet you find yourself at a loss for words as you see the most dreamy, charming and attractive man in front of you ; and you find yourself thinking that he is so much better than the man of your dreams.

You gasp in shock and pull away, your guardians words of strangers ringing in your ears, yet he continues to chase your figure and traps your hand in between his two hands I a gentle embrace. "I'm terribly sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." You pull away, trying not to get lost in his presence. "Oh it wasn't that-" Oscar follows you. "It's just that you're a-" He takes your hand with his in an attempt to not let you (who he's beginning to think is the live if his life) escape. "A stranger?" You hum in agreeance with his words. He gives you a grin and it takes very thing within you not to melt into a tiny puddle. "But don't you remember? We've met before." You furrow your brows in confusion "We have?" He nods and smiles at you again "Oh yeah. You said so yourself. Once upon a dream."

You blush and turn away from the man yet he begins to repeat your song back to you. You slowly duck behind a tree and turn to see if he's following only to be met with his attempts to take your hand into his. You say aways from the touch but as your little 'dance' continues, you can't help but feel your cheeks begin to break out in a soft smile. At this he reaches out for your hand once more and you finally let him take it. You did yourself melting into the embrace as the two if you sing, hum and dance together along the waters age and you truly feel as if you've met this man before once upon a dream.

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Thank you for reading!

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imagines-for-the-fangirls-soul · 3 years

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Sleeping Beauty - Sir Leon

A/N: Hi y’all, as promised, since I’ll be in Disney for a week, I’ve got 8 Disney inspired fics coming up! This is the first one, hope you enjoy!

Prompt: anonymous asked, “Fluffy Sir Leon x Reader where he falls for a princess from a foreign kingdom”

Pairing: Sir Leon x Reader Word Count: 1,483 Synopsis: When an ancient curse is enacted on Leon’s love, he’ll do anything to wake her. Sleeping Beauty retelling.

“It was foretold for a reason! So we would have a chance to stop all this! To keep her safe!” Leon spat, urging his horse forward faster and faster.

“There was nothing to be done,” Arthur said. “She was cursed. Merlin said that according to the terms, it was always going to come true.” Leon just rolled his eyes, not wanting to be openly disrespectful to his king. Especially not when the prince was around. Prince Prick, as Gwaine so lovingly called him.

“We could have stopped it,” Leon grumbled. Arthur cast him a knowing look.

“It’s fine. We’ve got the prince with us. We’ll stop it when we get there.”

“As long as the curse breaks,” Leon said.

The curse, the one that had been foretold since you were born, had finally come true on your nineteenth birthday. The original curse, which had been implanted into your head since you were little, and that you had told to Leon on one of your many trips to pick berries in the forests outside of Camelot, declared, “The princess shall indeed grow in grace and beauty, beloved by all who know her. But, before the sun sets on her nineteenth birthday, she shall prick her finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel, and die.” You had been cursed by an evil witch in your kingdom, who died some years ago, unfortunately, the curse didn’t go with her.

Leon had regretted that he wasn’t the one who had killed her, but it was long before he knew you. He always thought that fairies and witches were despicable creatures, but there was one he truly couldn’t hate. Your fairy godmother.

Merryweather was her name, and through her magic, she had modified the witch’s original curse. She placed her own spell on you, saying, “Sweet princess, if through this wicked witch’s trick, a spindle should your finger prick, a ray of hope there still may be in this, the gift I give to thee. Not in death, but just in sleep, the fateful prophecy you’ll keep. And from the slumber you shall wake, when true love’s kiss, the spell shall break.”

And that was how Leon found himself here. When word had broke through Camelot that your curse had finally come true, he wanted to rush to your side immediately. He had loved you since he met you, and if the best he could do to wake you up was to bring your fiancé to kiss you awake, then he would do it. Even if it crushed him.

Arthur had already decided that the knights were going to help rescue you before Leon even had to ask. And to his king’s credit, Leon saw remorse in Arthur’s eyes at having to put him through this. It wasn’t a well kept secret that Leon harbored feelings for you. Some rumors even spread that you felt the same, but as your engagement still remained, Leon didn’t look to hope.

“We’re approaching the castle now,” Lancelot said. “There looks to be something wrapped around it though.” As Leon urged his horse forward, he saw what Lancelot said to be true. Coating your beautiful castle were thick brambles and thorns.

“Part of the curse?” he asked. Merlin rode up next to him and shrugged.

“Looks like it.”

“How do we get in there?” the prince asked, riding up on Leon’s other side. “It’ll take forever. Maybe we should--”

“Are you suggesting we let Princess Y/N spend another minute in this cursed castle?” Leon asked, his voice icily cold.

“No, no, of course not. It’s just--”

“It’ll take some time,” Arthur interrupted, dismounting from his horse. “But we can forge a path to Y/N.” He looked to his knights and as one, they dismounted from their horses. When they reached the doors to the castle, there was about six feet of thorns keeping them from entering. Leon didn’t have to wait for Arthur’s command before he started hacking away, over and over again, only thinking about getting to you. Getting you out of this.

“Leon! Leon!”

Leon hadn’t even realized Arthur had been calling him until Gwaine put a hand on his shoulder. He had made it through the thorns many times over. His blade was now dulled, the grand doors to your castle now etched with his sword’s thrust.

“Sorry,” he muttered.

“It’s fine,” Gwaine said quietly. “Let’s move.” Arthur nodded his head in agreement, and waved for Elyan to bring the prince along.

“She’ll most likely be in her bedroom,” Arthur said, stepping into the quiet castle. “Where is that?” He turned to the prince, but he wasn’t even looking at the king. He was more focused on a piece of lint on his cape. Leon rolled his eyes.

“Third floor,” he answered. “I think.” He was grateful that none of his fellow knights questioned his knowledge of this fact, and instead made their way quickly up the steps.

They moved through the doors quickly, clearing each of them, until they came to the one at the end of the hall, with an ornate door. He didn’t have to say anything. They could all feel it. The dark magic that was seeping from the door.

“Well?” the prince asked.

“Would you like to lead the way?” Arthur asked with a smile.

“Oh, um, well . . .”

“We’re prepared, Your Highness,” Lancelot said.

“Go,” Arthur ordered. Together, Lancelot and Leon ripped open the doors to your room, readying for whatever nightmare was waiting inside. But instead of a nightmare, they found a calm, if a little bit somber, bedroom. And at the center of the room was a large bed, with a sleeping princess on it.

You wore a gown of pink, the skirt and cape of which was draped dramatically over the covers. Your hair was in soft ringlets around your face. And your face, your face was peaceful, locked in a forever sleep.

“You’ve finally come.” They all turned towards the voice and found your fairy godmother, Merryweather, in the corner.

“Of course we came,” the prince said boldly, now that the fear was gone. “Of course I’ve come for my love.” Merryweather smiled at him and Leon could have sworn he saw a bit of contempt in her eyes, too.

“Then proceed. From slumber shall she awake, when true love’s kiss, the spell shall break,” she repeated. The prince nodded and made his way to your bedside. Leon tried not to throw up. The prince fixed his jacket, smoothed back his hair, and took a deep breath before kneeling at your side.

“Here goes,” he said with a smile. Leon watched, schooling his emotions, as the prince leaned over and placed a kiss to your lips. And he waited for you to wake. And waited. “What-- What is this?” the prince asked.

“You are not her true love,” Merryweather said, and this time Leon was sure he could see a smile in her eyes.

“But-- But-- She is my fiancée!”

“It’s magic,” she said, motioning for him to step away from you. “It doesn’t care about marriage arrangements. Only her true love could wake her.”

“Leon,” Gwaine said, his eyes looking up to Leon’s.

“What?”

“You’ve got to try,” Arthur said.

“What?”

“You could be her true love,” Arthur said.

“I-- I-- I don’t know about that,” Leon stammered.

“Please,” Merryweather said gently. “You must try.”

Leon nodded his head and made his way slowly to your bed. He cast a glance to the prince, who was looking at him in shock. Leon paid him no more attention as he knelt by your side.

“I’m sorry this has happened to you,” he said quietly, so that only you could hear. If you could hear at all. “I hope you’re dreaming of somewhere nice. Like that spring we found on one of our adventures. I hope you’re swimming happily for miles and miles. I hope you’re smiling,” he said.

And then he leaned in to kiss you.

And magic shot through the room.

It was like a wave washed over him. The room lightened, the thorns covering your windows vanished, and when he looked down at you, the color had returned to your face. And then you opened your eyes.

“Y/N,” Leon said with a smile. He could feel the tears welling up inside of him but tried to keep them down.

“I knew it was you,” you said, smiling at him. “My true love.”

“Y/N,” Leon said again, laughing as he leaned in to kiss you again. You kissed him back, your hand cupping his cheek. When he pulled away, you were smiling at him some more.

“Thank you.”

“Of course,” he said. “I came as soon as I could.”

“I know you did,” you said. “And you found me.”

“And now,” Merryweather said, turning everyone’s attention towards you, “You shall live happily ever after together.”

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• (Fakir x Fem!Reader) •

•(Sleeping Beauty)•

(Once Upon a Dream) Song by Billy Shirley, Chorus and Mary Costa

Idk much about ballet I took it when I was younger years ago forgot everything know

The sky turned grey above Gold Crown Academy, making this boring town seem even more boring. It was the same thing everyday, go to ballet class, go to academic classes, water the flowers, study, and go to bed. The same routine every single day.

(Y/n) sighed as she walked towards the school, a book in her hand. Sleeping Beauty. Her favorite story of all time, and she loved the waltz. She could listen to it all day.

She even thought of her own words to the song, ‘I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream’

‘I know you, the gleam in your eyes is so familiar, a gleam’

She wished she lived in a story book, a life where anything could happen but no she was stuck here in this gloomy town.

“Y/n!” Ahiru shouted. Running towards the (h/c) hair girl, and she looked up from her book turning behind her towards the clumsy strawberry blonde.

“Oh, hi Duck.” (Y/n) says, smiling warmly. Ahiru was out of breath gasping for air after chasing after her, she dusted off her school uniform.

“What are you reading?” Ahiru asks, curiously. (Y/n) smiled finally seeing someone, who’s actually interested in what she’s reading.

“Oh, Sleeping Beauty.” (Y/n) says, smiling holding up the book. Ahiru looks at it curiously tilting her head, then scratching the back of her head.

“What’s it about?” Ahiru asks, and (Y/n) eyes lit up and she smiled.

“It’s about this King and Queen who have a daughter, her name is Briar-Rose. And on the day she’s born the kingdom throws a huge celebration.”

“And the king invites three fairy godmothers, Flora, Fauna, and Merryweather. And each give them the princess a gift but before Merryweather could, the evil fairy Maleficent arrived and cursed the princess. For before the sunsets on her sixteenth birthday she’ll prick her finger on the spinning wheel and die.”

Aihru gasps shock hearing this, “So mean!” She exclaims, and (Y/n) chuckled.

“But Merryweather gives her gift, and she changes the spell slightly. For on her sixteenth birthday instead of dying. She’ll fall into a deep sleep until awake. By her true love with true loves first kiss.”

(Y/n) says, holding the book close to her chest. “I don’t wanna spoil what happens, but I love the this story so much.” She says, holding it close to her chest.

“You can borrow it if you want? Just make sure you don’t lose it and to get it dirty.” (Y/n) says, and Aihru nods she was invested in this story already and took it from (Y/n)’s hands gently.

‘Clock tower Bell’s Ring’

(Y/n) looks up at the clock, “We better get going to class,” (Y/n) says, and Aihru and her rush to ballet class.

Today in ballet class they were practicing with the boys, Fakir. And (Y/n) was chosen to demonstrate some of the ballet moves, or acting a perfect pirouette. She did perfectly, just feeling his hands on her waist were enough to turn her face bright red.

She almost couldn’t breathe and practicing other moves, one involving him lifting her up and she almost wanted to faint.

“Absolutely! Perfect! Y/n and Fakir!” Mr.Cat complimented the two.

Ahiru of course couldn’t do anything right, and was clumsy. After classes (Y/n) made her way towards the garden, and began watering the roses. Humming the Sleeping Beauty waltz.

‘Yet I know it's true that visions are seldom all they seem. But if I know you, I know what you'll do.’

‘You'll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream.’

She hummed swaying to the music, as she watered the roses. She was in her own thoughts inserting herself as Briar-Rose also wishing for her prince to come.

But she knew it was only a story, a fairy tale and that’s all it’ll ever be. She isn’t a princess and doesn’t wish to be one, but just wishes her life was different and wishes she wasn’t stuck in this town.

She felt more Belle in Beauty and the Beast, wanting more than this poor provincial. But she was never going to get that her, in Gold Crown Academy.

‘But if I know you, I know what you'll do You'll love me at once’

‘The way you did once upon a dream’

She sighs and places the watering can on the table, she begins to think about Fakir and the many times she’s tried to tell him her feelings. Only for her to chicken out last minute, she loves him so much and she can’t bring herself to tell him her feelings.

Maybe he’ll never like me..

She sighs and turns towards her flowers, and reaches out to touch a wilting rose and pricks her finger on the throne. “Ouch!” She recoils, and she looks at her finger seeing a tiny amount of blood come out.

And suddenly the world began to spin, and she felt dizzy tired all of a sudden. Letting out a yawn she collapsed on the ground unconscious. Rose vines growing around her arms and body as she laid there unconscious on the cold tiled floor.

(Hours Later)

It wasn’t until hours later that she was found, lying on the ground unconscious. Everyone in the school gathered around her body, chattering away at the unusual sight.

“She isn’t waking up?!” A girl mumbled, looking at her as (Y/n) let out tiny snores. All the school can do is place her in her bed, and hope that she wakes up.

But days go by..

Weeks

And nothing it’s was as if she’s under some spell, right out of a fairy tale. And it wasn’t until Aihru finally finished the book she realized what was happening. (Y/n)’s the princess from the story, she’s Briar-Rose.

She just needed to find her true love, and it was hard no one even knew that girl that much. It wasn’t until she arrived to Fakir.

He didn’t listen to her (Y/n) must be sick, that’s why she’s sleeping she isn’t a princess from a story. But Ahiru insisted that was the fact.

And Ahiru was worried that if they didn’t act soon, (Y/n) could die. Fakir gave in and finally agreed to go through with it, and made his way towards (Y/n)’s room.

The rose veins still growing around her arms, he couldn’t help but just stare at her in awe. Seeing her sleeping so peacefully and her tiny snores she let out, no wonder he fell in love with her. Not only that her kind personality, he once saw her helping a baby bird back into its nest.

But even though she’s calm and quiet, she still has her moments of spunk and when she’s angry. When Mr.Cat was being to harsh on Ahiru she stood up for her and even though she got scolded she stood up for her friend.

He loved that about her, and he knew it wasn’t going to work. Why would she like someone like him. He closed his eyes leaning down and kissed her on the lips.

Pulling back and looked at her, nothing happened. He let out a sigh shaking his head, “I told you.” He said, as he was about to walk away.

(Y/n)’s eyes fluttered opened and she groaned, “F-Fakir?” She says, confused looking at him and he turned to look at her, and his heart stopped.

“Wha-What happened?” She asks, looking around confused.

“Turns out your Sleeping Beauty,” He says, and she looked at him in shock. And looks at the rose veins that slowly began to fade away.

“I’m the princess from my story?” She says, still processing everything.

“That means you.” She says, and covers her hands over her face realizing who woke her up.

Fakir smiles leaning towards her and removing her hands covering her face, she looks at him, cheeks bright red. She gasped feeling his lips against hers once more but closing her eyes, and kissing him back.

Ahiru smiled, placing the book on the counter and leaving the room to give them some space. (Y/n) giggled as she snuggled her head into Fakir’s chest as he held her close, and he kissed the top her forehead. As they watched the sunset on which today was her sixteenth birthday.

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