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This a a Prompt from my Disney Song Prompt List.

I'm technically stretching the rules here, but I guess since Disney owns Fox now, I can count on a technicality.

Song: Once Upon a December (Anastasia)

Requested by @singerkillerjaetch

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The winter’s cold stabbed through straight to Silver’s bones, turning pink flesh blue and causing teeth to clatter.

‘I’ll have to find shelter soon,’ he thought. He searched the area, but his vision was hazy due to the thick mist his breath made.

Silver had no idea how long he had been in these icy woods, lost and alone. What he did know was that if he didn’t find warmth soon, Silver would never find it again.

Silver stumbled against a tree, his fingers so numb that he couldn’t even feel the scratchy bark of the tree.

‘I can’t… I can’t…’

“Stand up.” Ah, it was that voice again. “It doesn’t matter what you have to do. As long as you live.”

Silver closed his eyes against the sound. That voice always appeared at times like this, when he was lost.

He just wished he could remember who that voice belonged to.

‘Then again, if I could recall anything, I wouldn’t be here.’ With a shudder, Silver stood and continued to trudge through the thick snow, ripping his leg as the white gripped his knees.

A time ago, the boy had been found wandering with no memory of his past or even who he was. He only had his name due to his hair, and he hated the name “Gray.”

Silver began to worry that he would never find his true identity when fate, or perhaps luck, intervened.

Silver met a pixie after he rescued her from a band of thieves who were going to sell her in a bottle.

After the human shared his plight with her, she mysteriously told Silver that he should go to Briar Valley. There, he should seek out “Lilia Vanrouge.” Before Silver could question why, the other vanished.

Having no other leads, the teen made his journey to Briar Valley.

Once he arrived, he was surprised to find the entire valley coated in snow.

Travelers had told him that this winter had been going on for some time, caused by the sorrow of the Dragon Prince, who had lost something dear to him. Silver, whose heart already twinged at the mention of him, went out to the prince. Whatever he lost must have been precious to create such a storm for so long--

Koff, koff!

Silver’s throat ached and nearly choked him. Silver came to these woods to find his past, but if he didn’t hurry and find protection from the cold, Silver wouldn’t have a future either.

There were many times Silver’s body nearly gave out and fell to the storm, but each time he did, the same voice would appear in his head, begging him to live.

‘I wish I knew... if only I could recall...’ Who that person was.

Silver pressed his lips tight, and his brow furrowed deeply.

It was faint, glowing as dim as an ember, but he could recall someone holding him as a child. In their arms, Silver felt safe and warm. He hadn’t felt that way for a long time.

If the human thought harder, he could hear a faint lullaby being sung. He couldn’t recall the song itself or the words—just the tune.

♬♪♬...♪♪♬...

Silver placed a hand over his chest as the muscle inside it ached.

It hurt, but it was that pain that kept him going. For his heart to ache and yearn so strongly for something his mind could not recall, Silver must have loved it deeply and dearly. And, surely, those feelings had to have been returned...

Right?

Hope could only move a body for so long, and it seemed that it was going to fade when Silver's aurora-colored eyes spotted something.

In the distance, settled between one of the many large trees and a stream, frozen completely by the cold, was a cottage.

The sight brought tears to the teen’s eyes as warmth slowly spread to his icy bones.

He knew this place better than he knew anything else. This...this was home. His home.

He was home.

Whoosh!

The door opened so fast that it was nearly pulled from the house. Light came pooling out. The only light in the dark, icy world. Framed by this heavenly glow was a figure that made Silver’s heart cry out, though his lips remained silent in shock. He held his breath until the other spoke.

“Silver?” That voice—he recognized it! It was the same voice that kept him alive all this time. This person was his...

“Father?”

~*~

Lilia stood, shaking not from the cold but from the emotions that filled him upon seeing the sight before him.

“Silver?” Was it a dream? Or perhaps he was seeing a ghost. Could this be his son? The child he had lost what felt like ages ago?

Crack!

His grip broke the wood of the entryway. He didn’t dare hope. He didn’t dare dream. Not after all this time.

And yet--

“Father?” Lilia’s heart, numb from grief for so long, began to beat once more.

Only to break as the lad fell.

“Silver!” Lilia bolted from the doorway to his son’s side, pulling him from the snow as he called the other’s name again and again. Sadly, there was no response.

“Silver!” Surely fate didn’t deliver his boy to his doorstep just to have him die before the father. Such a thing would be far too cruel.

“Silver, please! Please…”

Once upon a December, Silver vanished from his life.

Lilia would not let that happen again.

#mine #twst #twisted wonderland #twst silver #silver twst #silver vanrouge #silver twisted wonderland #lilia vanrouge #twst lilia #lilia twst #twst ficlet #disney songs prompt #Once upon a December #how often I'll stretch will depend on my mood #That being said I prefer disney as I'm familiar with their sound tracks and if I'm not I can find them easily on youtube #hence why I originally made the rule

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descendantofthesparrow · 1 year

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Once Upon a December - The Invitation - Walter x Reader - P11 smut extension

SMUT CHAPTER - TAKES PLACE IN PART 11 OF OUAD

Je t'adore, Je t'aime; Evangeline You're my queen of the night; So still, So bright That someone as beautiful as she; Could love someone like me Love always finds a way it's true! And I love you, Evangeline

He really couldn’t believe it, he had found you, you remembered everything, and you still loved him, you still wanted him. Harrison’s eyes fluttered closed at the memory, of your lips on his, your hands on his neck; your fingers curling into his hair, tugging him ever closer.

Harrison groaned as he remembered the feeling; finally feeling you against him after 900 years, your lips, your hands, your body-all of it. Like a dream come true. Like many dreams come true. Harrison snapped back into reality as the toaster popped out your toast and Harrison quickly smacked his cheeks to rid himself of the ~plenty~ of steamy thoughts he was having about you.

“She just got back Harry, let her have a moment of calm,” he told himself, did he want to ravish and worship you just as he did back then? Have you whimpered underneath him as he made you feel like the goddess you were? Of course! Was he going to make any advances without your consent? Hell no, like before; he would always wait for your move, for your word.

Harrison huffed as he adjusted his stance, feeling himself pressing against his unfortunately tight pants “dammit” he grumbled, finishing off the sandwich with some cheese and slicing it in half; cracking his neck to release some tension as he plated your dinner and began the silent walk down the hall back to his room.

Upon entry, It felt like he was shoved into a hot bath; because there you were, on his bed-just as he had dreamed of-wearing nothing but one of his button-ups and a pair of his boxers; your wedding ring and necklace glinting in the moonlight that drifted in from the window.

You looked up at him, a soft smile on your lips as you closed the book you had been reading and set it aside; the very same book he had given to you two days ago. “hi” you whispered, and Harrison found his senses and whispered the word back; nearly tripping over his feet as he walked over to you and set the plate in front of your crossed legs.

He swallowed harshly as you hummed happily and thanked him, taking the sandwich and digging in, his eyes trailing every bit of your exposed skin; your shoulder, your thighs, your wrists, your neck, jaw, collar bone, all of you-he couldn’t help but study you, file everything away in his brain just in case you were taken from him again.

He honestly still couldn’t believe you were here, right in front of him; breathing and eating…wearing his clothes. You saw his stare and giggled, a flush appearing on Harrison’s face as you shook your head fondly "you’re staring at me” you teased, giggling as his eyes locked with yours, your face only inches away as you leaned towards him.

Harrison glanced away, as if ashamed he was caught staring but you cooed and took his chin, making him look at you again “no no, you’re allowed.” Harrison took a sharp breath as you pushed your sleeve up on your right wrist, showing it to him as you shoved your empty plate to the side “now, you eat” Harrison pouted a bit, while he knew your blood was best for him, and he never needed much; he hated the idea of hurting you-of taking your life force. You just gave him a look “you haven’t been full for nearly a millennium. Eat, please my dear”

Harrison sighed, his face softening at your words, taking your wrist and trailing his lips gently across your skin, sighing as he felt your pulse beneath his thumb; replacing it with his lips and kissing it gently, humming as he bore his fangs and pierced your skin. Shivers exploded through his body as your blood flowed into his mouth, and it felt like he had been granted a taste of the forbidden fruit, pleasure and divinity; a craving finally satiated.

He moaned as he swallowed the first mouth full, his tongue coated in your essence, your life force; his eyes fluttered, his pants getting tight once again as your free hand ran through his hair, your humming breaking through the buzzing of his heated mind. He took a gasping breath as he finally pulled away from your wrist, feverishly licking up the dripping blood from your arm; his chest rising rapidly as you took his chin and cleaned it, your fingers being licked clean when you provided them.

You whispered his name, and he stared into your eyes, your sparkling (e/c) reflecting his glowing red. Your blood stained his lips and chin; your scent filled his senses and warped his mind. He wanted you-nay- needed you. He needed to hear you fall apart beneath him, whimpering as his mouth praised your skin and cunt, he needed to swallow your cum as he sucked on your clit.

He needed you. Now.

“Let me worship you, please” Harrison begged, hovering over you as you lay back on the bed, your head pressed into the soft pillows, your lips in a soft smile; your eyes looking into his with all the love in the world he didn’t deserve. You just took his face, and kissed him. he moaned into your mouth, one of his hands taking your waist as the other took your hips; bringing them to meet his as he thrust his hardness into your covered cunt, pulsing with want.

“Harry” you whispered his name, gasping as his fanged teeth pulled at your bottom lip. You whispered his name again, letting your head fall back as he trailed his lips down your chin, your neck, the valley between your breasts; all the while slowly undoing your clothes.

His white button-up slid out from underneath your body as your hips rose to meet his, rocking your cunt against his cock to satisfy the need for friction. Harrison groaned, meeting your lips once again as he grabbed your thighs, his claws near ripping through the fabric of his boxers and tearing into your skin. “Gentle” you whispered into his mouth and he chuckled, mouthing your jaw “always” he whispered back, his clawed fingertips massaging your thighs as he spoke.

Slowly, enough that it was more torture than pleasure, Harrison took off the fabric covering your thighs and hips, trailing your skin with kisses as he exposed your already soaking cunt and trembling thighs. “Harry” you breathed, your head falling back as Harrison pressed an open-mouthed kiss to your cunt, slowly doing the same to your stomach-pausing where your uterus would sit-and then up and up until he reached your breasts, taking special care of them; taking each nipple into his mouth and swirling his tongue around the hardened buds, chucking as you gasped at his affection.

He muttered your name, as if it was a prayer, as if he was speaking to a goddess, kissing you sweetly as he rocked his still-clothed hips against you, the rough fabric of his pants sending shocks down your spine. “Please,” you whispered out, taking his face and pushing him back gently, staring into his glowing eyes “please, i-I-we’ve both waited far too long, my love”

Harrison’s eyes fluttered and he nodded, sitting up and taking off his top in a rush, tossing it next to yours on the edge of the bed frame and getting to work on his pants; the belt hitting the wall with a loud crack. You couldn’t help but giggle at his eagerness, sitting up slightly to watch as he shoved his pants off, biting your lip as you saw the large bulge in his underwear, a nice large wet spot marking where the tip was.

Harrison choked on his breath as you reached out, taking the warm twitching bulge in your palm and rubbing it slowly, watching as his jaw dropped open and his eyes fluttered shut-a red flush covering his face down to his neck “s-shit, (y/n)” he let out a moaning whine, lightly thrusting into your hand.

You chuckled lightly, sitting up further and pressing your lips to Harrison’s navel, smirking against his skin as he gasped; his stomach contracting at the feeling. Your fingers trailed up his thighs till they curled under the waistband of his underwear, slowly pulling it down as you kissed his exposed skin-doing the same to him as he had done to you.

Harrison stared down at you, his eyes half-lidded and hazy, breathing heavily as you sucked the skin on his hip; he whined out your name, gasping as you freed his red-tipped cock and licked up the shaft, smirking as you looked up at him. “a-ahh~ (y/n)” he moaned out, gently grabbing your head and resting his hand there as you teased the tip, thumbing the slit that was dripping with pre-cum.

You took him into your mouth, your tongue dragging on the bottom as you slowly swallowed his cock, feeling him pulse inside your mouth. “(y/n)-fuck-fuck fuck-ah-ahhh-mmm” you hummed at Harrison’s wonderful noises, enjoying every whimper and moan that slipped from his lips.

You huffed as he gently pulled your head back, his eyes glowing in the darkness of the room; staring lustfully and lovingly down at you. “I believe I’m the one to be worshiping my dear” Harrison muttered, carefully moving you until you were resting against the bed again, your legs on either side of his neck as he bit and sucked at the skin of your thighs. His clawed hands pressed into your hips, caressing them until they grabbed your thighs; his mouth diving into your pulsing cunt, swirling his tongue around and on your clit, smirking as you cried out at the feeling.

“Harry! Fuck!” you shuddered, hips pressing into his mouth as your back arched, curling your fingers into his impossibly soft hair and tugging harshly; gasping as he dutifully ate you out, enjoying all you had to offer. His nose pressed into your gut, his eyes closed as if he was eating a meal made by the heavens; fluttering his tongue through your soaked cunt, one of his hands moving to dip into your entrance, smirking as you gasped.

You whimpered out his name, your cheeks burning as you felt his tongue flick and suck at your clit, his fingers doing wonders inside you. He still knew you like a book, knowing what felt best, where to hit with the pads of his fingers; how to flick his tongue just right to where you crumbled beneath him.

“H-Haar-FUCK!” you came with a cry of his name, your cum soaking his mouth as he hummed, moaning quietly as your taste flooded his senses. Fuck how he had missed this, missed you; missed everything about you. He pulled away with a slow deep breath, smirking up at you as you took in gasping breaths, your hand slowly uncurling from his hair as he pressed slow sensual kisses to your navel and belly, closing his eyes as he paused where your uterus would be.

“Do-do you still want them?” you asked quietly, running your fingers through his hair, your nails scratching at the back of his neck and down to his spine. He hummed as he nodded gently, kissing your belly again and slowly going up and up until he met your neck; sucking the skin into his mouth. He did. He still wanted kids, with you; only you. And hopefully-when this was all over, you could start trying. “Do you?” he repeated your question, resting his chin between your breasts, closing his eyes as your hands cupped his cheeks. “yes” you whispered, giggling as he quickly leaned forward and kissed you passionately, groaning slightly as you tugged at his hair and scratched his back.

The kiss turned soft as Harrison's hands trailed up and down your sides, carefully arranging himself at your entrance, the swollen head of his cock pressing against your clit. “Harry” you breathed, pulling away just enough to talk; your lips still brushing against each other “please-“ you gasped, head falling back into the pillows as Harrison pushed inside, gently; watching with shaking breath as you fell apart beneath him, moaning at the feeling of him fill you up perfectly.

“fuck-“ Harrison groaned, pressing his forehead to your shoulder and sighing as he bottomed out, his hips flush against yours “fuck~” he kissed you again, staying still as your body adjusted to him, it had been a very long time since you last had sex in the first place-let alone with him. soon, your arms curled around his shoulders, pecking the corner of his lips. “okay” you whispered, gasping as Harrison slowly pulled back out, watching your expressions intently as you gasped and moaned at the feeling of him; the slow drag of his cock pushing and pulling out your cunt.

“faster” you muttered against his chin, biting his jaw as he slowly picked up speed, keeping the same sweetness as you both began to build up a sweat. His hands took yours, pinning them to the bed as he rocked his hips into yours, never taking his eyes off your face as it devolved into pleasure; rose red passionate pleasure.

You whispered his name over and over again, sparks of electricity zinging up your spine and navel as he dragged against that spot over and over again; always knowing how and where to thrust to make you feel exactly as you should-worshiped. Harrison’s eyes practically rolled to the back of his head as he felt you clench wonderfully around him, a gasping moan drawing from his lips as he tried to mold his body into yours, the sound of skin against skin resounding through the moonlit room.

“fuck-(y/n), (y/n), (y/n), (y/n), (y/n),” he whispered your name over and over again, like it was a prayer; a call to a goddess. The two of you were so sensitive from years apart, he could already feel that coil in his gut, the sparks up his spine, the fog in his head; his orgasm approaching fast.

“i-I want-I want-inside” Harrison panted into your ear, nearly coming early at the sound of your wet cunt accepting his cock so readily as you both climbed to the peak. “please-can-please?”

“Yes!” you gasped, lunging forward for a kiss, whispering into his mouth as you arched up into him “do it, deep-safe-“ Harrison came with a gasping cry, his teeth meeting your neck as one of his hands bolted down to rub your clit, and it washed over you like a bolt of lightning. Your vision went white, your ears rang; sparks exploded within your body. The same was for Harry, his hips stuttering as he came inside you; a warmth you hadn’t felt in so many years filling you up.

Harrison moaned loudly as he felt you twitch and clench around his sensitive cock, milking him for all he had, your blood flowing into his mouth where he had bit you on the neck. He groaned at the taste, his eyes hazy as he pulled away, your blood and cum dripping down his chin as he breathed heavily.

He looked into your eyes, nearly crying at the love in your eyes, love he had been dreaming, near begging, to see again for the last 900 years. Harrison wiped his mouth clean, letting himself lay atop you gently, still inside you, still connected; kissing you softly “I love you; I love you; I love you” he whispered over and over again, he still couldn’t believe it. You were here, with him, sweaty and tired, and looking at him as if he deserved every bit of love you had to give.

You giggled, reaching for his face and kissing him softly, pecking his lips between each word “I love you too, Harrison Deville.”

-end-

….hehehe-steamy~ and romantic, this was too much fun-hope yall liked! And if you want more of my smut writing-look to “cant stop this feeling”! it’s legit just a full smut book with the boi Harry Hook (also played by Thomas Doherty)

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#the invitation #Walter Deville x reader #Walter Deville #once upon a december #smut chapter #p11 extension #smut #Harrison Deville

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