ulianaaa

[ulianaaa]

Can you do Uliana and her crew with a Vk reader insert who was supposed to be one of the villains, but decided to turn over a leaf with the heroes?

pairings: james hook x morgie le fay x hades x maleficent x uliana x gn!reader

genre: a fluff—hurt/comfort—fluff sandwich

warnings: reader wears some makeup + has their nails painted (written completely non-gender-specific-ly, but i understand that some people may find it uncomfortable/not for them), mild swearing (slut, fuck, damn), some trouble in paradise but everyone's trying their best to make things better, a few innuendoes (reader is very flirty), one implied mention of a gun (used solely as a metaphor)

note: established relationship. reader is mother gothel (don't ask me the technicalities of how they exist simultaneously with zellie). well, i thought my last fic would hold the title of highest wordcount for quite a well, but my fics just seem to be getting exponentially longer, with this one at a whopping 7.4k!

as much as, you’ve realised over the course of this afternoon filled with fits of giggles and smiles so wide they pleat cheeks, you truly would love to hang out with your friends within the bright pink walls of bridget’s dorm forever—one of the things you’ve learnt since befriending people of a… gooder disposition, is that it’s actually not encouraged to hang around long past your welcome and lovingly (though, with your usual company the lines between love and hate tend to blur themselves) bother your companions to the point of a migraine.

zellie has long left behind spilt droplets from the container of face paint she’d clumsily discarded on her way out (running down the hall to mediate jasmine and aladdin, who apparently decided to treat castlecoming like their wedding day, but immediately ran into trouble when they realised it’s actually very difficult to match outfits when you can’t be in the same room together), and fay now shyly squeaks out her goodbyes as you watch the fairy disappear out the door (with a nail polish bottle of royal blue in hand, that christopher charming had dropped off earlier; a gift for ella, hoping to raise the girl’s spirits knowing she’d been barred from attending the dance tonight—to which fay had been suspiciously quick to accept it, promising she’d deliver it herself, with a twinkle in her eyes and a knowing smile).

so, you clean as many makeup brushes and scrub away as many bright stains in the carpet as you can find in an effort to leave as little work as possible for your hostess to have to worry about later—and, finally, direct yourself towards the doorway, and away from the rug in the centre of the room, where bridget has already started warming up to practice her special dance routine a couple hundred more times.

in one smooth motion, you retrieve your ornate cloak from where zellie had insisted on properly hanging it on a rack where it wouldn’t crease by the door, wrap it snugly around your shoulders—and lean over as far as you can reach to press a chaste kiss to your friend’s cheek, who returns the gesture with a warm smile.

“thank you again for the makeup,” her grin matches yours as you once more praise her handiwork of bright pinks (and your signature shades of red, whenever you barely managed convince her to go easy on the rosy frenzy) painted eagerly across every blank canvas of your face; from lips sparkling blindingly like a kissable disco ball, to the faintest dusting of her favourite—you guessed it—pink-and-glittery eyeshadow emanating all around your eyes, glowing like a physical manifestation of your joy as you’d watched her tongue stick out and (yet again, glitter-covered) eyebrows furrow in deep concentration as she’d worked.

“of course,” she insists—with an enthusiastic tone that makes your heart melt, knowing she’d do it all again for you in an instant—waving like the excitable flap of a baby bird’s wings to you as you back out of her room, “that’s what friends are for!”

you can’t help but offer her one last thank you (for your makeup, for helping you style your outfit, for inviting you to get ready with her—and, above all else, for giving you a second chance with open arms), as you skip down the hall, and give a little cheer in response, as she giddily calls out a final, “see you tonight!”

your cloak billows behind you as you prance down the halls and twirl around the corners, your head all but hitting the ceiling with how high the spring in your every step bounces you, each footfall so quick that the heels of your red boots patter like rainfall across the floorboards.

you quickly find your way through to the other side of the girls dormitory building, your smile only growing when you hear familiar voices wafting through the cracks in the ajar bedroom door.

you stifle a giddy laugh as you try to keep your bubbling nerves at bay in your shaky hands that reach for the doorknob; your joy from spending the afternoon with your friends, and the excitement to now reunite with your partners (and the anticipation to admire them completely transformed impossibly more gorgeous than you last saw them, while you, too, stand opposite them just as—in your own humble opinion—drop-dead breathtakingly stunning), swirling together in your gut like a storm of glitter and butterflies.

you can’t wait a moment longer, pouncing forward, prowling silently like a wild predator as you enter (though, your exhilarated smile does put a bit of a damper on the whole intimidation factor—but you couldn’t dim it even if you tried).  

within the blink of an eye, you’ve silently pushed the door open and slipped inside uliana and maleficent’s dorm—and are immediately bombarded by the potent smell of james’ obnoxious cologne battling to overpower maleficent’s equally strong (and arguably lethal, according to the various poisonous agreements you once saw her toss into the cauldron when brewing up a new batch) perfume.

(but the seemingly overwhelming scents simply smell like home to you, as you take a deep inhale, and release a pleasant giggle on the way out.)

you find the pirate himself to the left, stationed in his favourite place; in front of a mirror. he strikes various poses as he mutters to himself, adjusting his shirt every few seconds—rolling and unrolling the long flowy sleeves, gradually unbuttoning the front until there’s more of his bare chest on display than there are buttons done-up, and tugging the neckline down until he may as well have just worn a tube top if he was going to bastardise the original purpose of this shirt’s sleeves so thoroughly.

your boyfriend is so entranced with his own reflection that it takes you shamelessly eyeing him up and down an enjoyably self-indulgent number of times, for him to finally catch your gaze in the glass.

immediately, his arms cross as an eyebrow raises, staring you down as if he’s disgusted at your presence.

but you simply smirk, pulling the body of your cloak aside like a royal preparing to bow, to reveal your outfit (that you’d purposefully kept as a surprise for your partners) to him.

you can practically feel the heat radiating off his cheeks as you give a twirl, giggling to yourself as he quickly turns away from you, curling in on himself in a failed attempt to hide the way his wide eyes still trip over themselves to drink in every perfect little detail of your outfit—his gaze heavy as he’s unable to ever fully tear it away from the expanses of exposed skin in all the right places, and tight-fitting fabric hugging all the others.

(he can try to give you the cold shoulder all he wants; you’re downright ethereal and you know it—and you’re not afraid to use it to distract a grumpy partner or two.)

with what you deem a job well done at flustering your boyfriend, you whirl to look to your right in search of your other partners.

immediately, your eyes meet ones colder than ice, sharp irises of green side-eying you from where they face a gothic vanity you’ve spent many a morning sat in front of. maleficent’s expression is stern and unforgiving as always, attempting to shrink you in your place, now with a tint of disapproval aimed at your bright pink makeup worn brazenly like a mark of allegiance to her sworn enemy.

right behind her, hades has clearly noticed your arrival too, even though he persists his façade of nonchalance—as his hands stall for the briefest second where they skilfully wrap a black veil of lacy spiderwebs around the dark fey’s horns—and your mouth is quick to open with a sarcastic jab at them both, to not get too excited at your return, when an actually excited voice cheers your name, and a blur of green and glitter bounds towards you.

flitting in the blink of an eye from where he’d been peering over hades’ shoulder at his boyfriend’s handiwork, to stand right in front of you, morgie stops short of wrapping you in his one of his usual all-encompassing-rib-crushing hugs, as his jaw drops.

his wide eyes run along every stitch and seam of your outfit—as, frozen in place with awe, he wonders aloud, “am i even allowed to touch you?”

you think your heart might have just exploded a little at his adorably considerate question, and you can’t help but giggle as you reach out to clasp his hand in yours and draw it in to rest on your waist—if anything, you should be asking him if you’re so much as allowed in the same kingdom as himself, as he stands before you worlds apart from the boy, curled up in oversized pyjamas and a face scrunched-up half asleep that barely registered your little peck on the cheek goodbye, that you’d left behind earlier this morning; now appearing as a vision plucked right out of your childhood fantasies of a handsome prince falling irrevocably in love with you, declaring his undying affection to the peasant that had snuck into the royal ball just for a taste of a fine cake or two, but ends up leaving with their lips stained with the remnants of something far better...

his floor-length satin skirt shimmers in specks of sunlight as he steps closer at your encouragement. though his touch is still tentative—the boy endlessly cautious, as he’s terrified that one wrong move might unravel your entire carefully-put-together outfit beneath his hands (not that you’d have much of a complaint about that)—even as you don’t hesitate to run your hands over the intricate embroidery etched into his dark green vest.

“you should touch up the makeup their new friends did,” hades comments from where him and maleficent still watch the two of you (and pretend they don’t find the sight of you and morgie wrapped around each other like muses of a centuries-old painting painfully endearing) as he meets your amused raised-eyebrow gaze, “it looks like a fairy vomited all over your face.”

unbothered, you thread your arm with morgie’s, beginning to guide him across the room towards where uliana’s circular bed hangs suspended from the ceiling—and away from your bitter (but equally beautiful) hecklers.

“well, i think your makeup is lovely,” you coo over your shoulder, grinning at the sight of the blue eyeliner and charcoal eyeshadow that maleficent had spent weeks convincing him to wear for tonight, “what’s that shade, princely cerulean?”

maleficent’s head ducks as she lets out a quiet snort, and with a gasp—that’s only slightly dramatised to make his partners laugh—hades turns back to his supposed teammate stabbing him in the back with a glower.

“yeah yeah, very funny,” he shakes his head, hoping you miss the flash of a mirthful smile at your antics, as he returns to tenderly dressing his girlfriend’s horns.

halfway across the room, you reunite with james as you pass him still fussing over himself in the mirror—pulling the neckline of his shirt impossibly lower, until the edges of what was meant to be his collar bunch up below his shoulders.

“are you sure you’re showing enough skin?”

james turns to pointedly eye the low-cut fabric running down your own chest, “you might as well not wear a shirt at all,” he retorts.

you hum in faux thoughtfulness, running your hand tantalisingly across his bare shoulders as you stroll past, “you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“you both look like sluts,” maleficent sneers from across the room.

of the same mind, both of you turn to give her a wink in response—james grinning back that, “that’s exactly what i’m going for,” and yourself clutching your chest in a theatrical display of offence, as you reply, “i prefer the term paramour.”

james busies himself with bothering hades and maleficent for their opinions on how he should style his shirt (and scoffing offendedly in dismissal when they, with wicked smirks, simultaneously suggest he start with getting himself a shirt that isn’t wrinkled as horribly as his forehead), as you, to morgie—who had been hanging off your arm like it was a pillow he was desperately trying to find the right position to fall asleep upon—‘s relief, finally make yourself comfortable atop uliana’s softer-than-clouds mattress.

perched like a monarch eagerly waiting for their traitorous adviser to take a sip from their poisoned chalice, you lean back and make substantial room for morgie to lounge beside you—who immediately drapes himself over your legs, his arms sprawling out to haphazardly circle your waist and simultaneously attempt to hold your hands, as, even with his hair carefully styled down to every last curl, he happily nuzzles his head into your lap. gently, you try to spare the intricate design and run your hand down his cheek, but are quickly interrupted as he nudges the top of his head into your hand.

“alright, alright!” you laugh fondly, disregarding (with his permission—nay, demand) what you’re sure is hours’ worth of work from uliana and maleficent desperately trying to keep their boyfriend still for long enough to so much as pass a comb through his hair once, as you run the tips of your bright red nails along his scalp, to his immense enjoyment.

the kind of excitement—for a whole night still to come, you remind yourself, with a silent wish that the joys of today may never end—that makes your lips quiver and your bones rattle inside your body, slowly calms down, as your breaths even out to match morgie’s as they brush warmly against your palm every few seconds.

“how have you been?” you inquire softly as his eyes flutter closed, and a blissful smile takes over his lips.

“i missed you,” he whispers, and it still tugs on your heartstrings every time, even though he says this when you so much as fall out of step with him to tie a shoelace, “but… i’m good,” he lets out a happy sigh, as he takes a second to glance around the room at his other partners (and not for the first time, you wonder what someone as simply nice as him could have possibly seen in someone as needlessly cruel as you had been before you recently started cleaning up your act), “really good.”

you nod, “well, you look good.”

he whines, shuffling further into your lap to hide his bright pink face in the folds of your cloak, and mumbles out an attempt to distract your overwhelming attention before he literally melts in your arms, “how’ve you been?”

“i’m good too,” you chuckle, with one hand softly stroking what of his cheek you can reach to try to coax him out of hiding, whilst you turn your other wrist over in front of you, watching the way the native wonderlandian flower charms of the beaded bracelet bridget leant to you reflect specks of the purest sunlight and glisten like stars.

“…ella couldn’t make it,” you slowly continue, heart heavy with the recent realisation that you’d actually missed the presence of a girl you once looked down upon, “it felt like there was this… this hole in the middle of the group, the entire time. like— we still enjoyed ourselves, and it was still nice, but— there was just this one piece… missing,” you sigh, still fighting the endless battle with the thoughts looming over your mind that hiss that all your new friends’ misfortunes are somehow all you and your evil aura’s fault—no matter how much of yourself you pour into being good, it always snarls that you can never change, that you can never ever grow to be better than the self-absorbed would-be tyrant that’s looked back at you in the mirrors you’d obsess over your entire life.

but then, after a moment of agonising silence, morgie looks up at you with all the care in the world, starlight beaming up at your face like a spotlight manned by someone who can see every jagged little puzzle piece messily shoved together inside of you; and, despite it all, stays—just like every other one of your partners, and every one of your friends, who are still here, and choose to stay every day.

you let out a deep exhale.

it’s all going to be okay, because people love you, and you love them, and you’re not irredeemable, you know it for certain—and he’s whispering now, in that soft voice of his that rolls over you like the fluffy fur of a puppy.

so you card your fingers through his hair, and let the gentlest smile grace your lips when he hums between sentences at the sensation.

“it feels like that when you’re gone too,” he frowns ever-so-slightly downheartedly as he continues, “they don’t wanna admit it because they’re… ‘villains’, but, i can tell… they miss you too.”

from the moment the realisation dawned on you, you’d always known that your self-proclaimed villainous partners wouldn’t take nicely to your change of heart—you were well aware that there’d be a fight, that they’d refuse to let you do this (abandoning them, they’d called it, you were abandoning their way of life—a cruel one, full of kicking down and sucker punches, and cackling viciously as fellow classmates holed themselves in their rooms and cried themselves to sleep—and thus rejecting the people themselves), hell, you’d half-feared-more-than-death half-forced-yourself-to-resign-to the fact that they very well might have just broken up with you then and there.

but you had to. you had to turn over a new leaf, had to be able to look in the mirror each morning and not see someone who found a twisted joy in others’ suffering; had to do the right thing. so, you did.

there was a week of complete radio silence—no contact, no shared classes, not so much as a glimpse could you catch of them across school… which also meant, no bullying.

there had been a sort of tenseness in the perceived peace, as bridget had nervously explained to you early on, she was half convinced your attempts to suddenly start a friendship mixed with your partner’s absence had all been part of some elaborate scheme. but there was no finale ultimo where hades set the school aflame or maleficent cursed the entire student body, there was just nothing—save for the already budding friendship you’d been dedicating yourself to baked with extensive apologies and genuine vulnerability in the truths of your changing ways.

and then, everything snapped back to normal… almost.

morgie had come running back to you, wrapping you tightly in his arms as he’d whispered about how he’d seen you with bridget, and muttered a cryptic mess of how much him and all the others had missed you, yet how he’d watch them spend sleepless nights wondering if your new inclination to goodness was a sign their immoral ways weren’t enough for you anymore.

your heart had shattered, and right there, in the middle of your dorm building, you’d turned to morgie with sobs rolling off your tongue.

“did i make the wrong decision?” you’d cried, clutching him with the terror that he might slip away just like the rest if you were to let go to so much as wipe at your bleary eyes, “should i go back? i don’t know if i could— but i have to, to try, for them. right?”

he’d reassured you—over and over as he’d lain you down on your bed, piling you under the warmest blankest, and surrounding you with the endless collection of stuffed toys your partners had won at various carnivals and fairs, like a royal guard sworn to protect your heart—no, you did the right thing. he’d pressed a kiss to your forehead as he sat by your bed, comforting you until your weeps lulled tired snores, promising; you’ll see.

and over the next week, all your broken pieces were put back together one by one, as morgie’s promise rang true, and your partners seamlessly re-entered your life.

hades was at the door of your dorm the next morning, awaiting to walk you wherever you wanted like he always used to—which now meant to the classes you’d been neglecting, to which he’d grumbled and asked something along the lines of, “are you serious?” but he’d stuck by your side the whole way to your alchemy classroom, and he’d appeared once more to wrap you in his leather jacket the minute it ended.

then, at night, uliana had dragged you all the way from your dorm to hers in the pitch darkness, grunting about how she was having trouble sleeping again, and that “mali still cuddles like an angry dragon”. so you’d laid down for her to curl atop your chest, and couldn’t help but smile at the familiarity of it all washing back over you—as if you’d never lost this at all—as maleficent perched herself on the foot of the bed, and completed the ritual of reading the two of you one of her childhood fairytales (with funny voices, like you always insisted because it made a half-asleep uliana giggle like a little kid), until yourself and uliana drifted off to slumber in perfect harmony.

then, everything finally fell back into place the following afternoon, when james approached you as you sat with bridget and ella by the fountain. it had been an obvious olive branch—and you were more than happy for it—when he’d invited you back into the black lagoon, muttering about painting nails or watching movies or whatever you wanted, but you knew it wouldn’t even matter if you sat in silence together for hour; he just wanted you back.

so you’d promised to catch up with your friends later, and for the whole five minutes it took for ella to remind bridget (in a daze of getting herself excited about your first ever baking session together the following weekend) that you were in a bit of a hurry, your boyfriend waited; silently hovering by your side, the boy who had a habit of making a scene whenever someone kept him waiting, simply offered friendly nods and awkward attempts at smiles, all the way until you finally parted ways with the girls, and he clung onto you like he was scared you’d drift back to them—and away from him—if he let go.

that weekend, you’d frozen when fay mentioned she isn’t scared to walk to class alone anymore; in your absence, your partners had been… changing, trying to be nicer, holding back punches and biting down on the lashes of sharp tongues.

now, your relationship isn’t worse than before (you love them and they all love you, it’s evident in every brush of your hands and every affectionate smile not a single one of you are strong enough to fight), and it’s not better either (maleficent still hisses at teachers, and uliana still scoffs at classmates that ‘have the nerve to try to talk to someone as fabulous as her’), it’s just different.

but above all else, it still exists, and you’re all still fighting tooth and nail to hold onto each other.

you sigh, cupping morgie’s face between your palms, gazing down at him lovingly as you try not to cry a waterfall of tears that aren’t even certain what exactly they’re crying for.

“hey,” you smile, slowly gaining stability amongst treacherous waters, as you smile at your boyfriend with a growing hint of playfulness.

“hi,” he leans into your hands as your thumbs run along his cheeks, smiling comfortingly as the two of you slowly drift away into a nice little lagoon that’s surface shimmers like a clear night’s sky.  

you take in the sight of his bright makeup with a giggle; you’d thought fay was practically drowning in body glitter—with glistening legs and her hair looking like each strand’s entire length was kissed by individual rain droplets—but she’s got nothing on the glitter spread all across morgie’s face, from the green specks generously dusted over his eyelids, to the iridescent glow of almost imperceptible little sparkles highlighting his cheeks.

you hum with a thoughtful frown, “i’ve been thinking…”

morgie giggles as you turn his face every which way in your lap, inspecting him like he’s a particularly difficult to identify specimen from one of your crystals & prisms classes.

“yeah?”

“mhm,” you nod, terribly serious as you pinch his cheek, “i think you’re in need of some more glitter.”

his immediate expression of amused confusion (he knows he’s covered in the stuff, james’ disapproving & disregarded comments of “less is more, darling” are still clear in his mind) doesn’t have but a second to fully form, as you’re immediately ducking down to press your lips to his.

(when he lets out a surprised squeak it takes immense willpower to not press harder until you’ve stolen his every last breath—you think your strength to not kiss this boy within an inch of his life every chance you get might actually be the best example of your foray into goodness, you consider yourself a downright hero to spare those rosy cheeks from being set aflame hotter than hades’ hair!)

your grin is undeniable as he instinctually chases your lips when you part, his wide eyes finally catching on the sight of the glittery lip gloss fay gifted you spread across your curled lips—and now smudged across his, too.

he’s still catching his breath, with a hand raised to ghost along his own lips as if in shock after being dipped halfway to the floor for your very first kiss, while you beam ever so innocently as if you’d simply been sitting here minding your own business when some other dastardly paramour had swooped in and stolen the prince’s breath.

your gaze dances across the room, finding james (now deeply focused on tossing his hair just so that it looks effortlessly roguish), maleficent (tugging at the sleeve of hades’ leather jacket in an attempt to get him to wear the black and gold embroidered “brother #3” toga she’s been trying to get him to wear ever since she burst into laughter upon first stumbling across it in his closet several years ago), and hades (not budging to his girlfriend’s demands, as he grumbles about how “you wouldn’t find it so funny if you had to wear that to all of your cousins weddings for the past millennia”)—but, strangely, still as unusually absent as when you’d arrived; no uliana.

“morgie, love,” he giggles when you boop his nose in greeting, “where’s uli…?”

he points to the locked doorway to your left, a glint of amusement in his eyes at something you clearly missed the brunt of, “she locked herself in the bathroom while she gets ready, ‘cause hades kept messing with her hair.”

“i almost singed her,” hades’ eyeroll is audible, “accidentally.”

“he did it to annoy me, twice!” uliana screeches from inside the bathroom, “on purpose!”

bubbles of laughter fade just as quickly as you’d chuckled at the conjuring of the mental image of your girlfriend scurrying around the room like the frantic movements of maleficent’s anxious raven as she flees taunting chuckles connected to outstretched flaming fingers—when you hear the unclicking of a lock, and your girlfriend emerges from her sanctuary; with a carefully curated glare directed at you, pinched across the most beautiful face painted with the most impressive makeup in tendrils of deep haunting blues and vibrant sea greens and yellows so rich they shimmer like gold.

the sea witch scoffs, and your eyes are drawn to the gradient perfectly fading from a blue like seaweed inwards to a seafoam green across her lips.

“i see the traitor has returned from enemy territory.”

“happy to be back,” you smile genuinely, the only thing holding you back from lurching forwards and kissing your gorgeous girlfriend silly being the boy now draped across your side, weighing you down with his head tucked into your shoulder as he offers a cheerful “hi, uli!” that never fails to make her furious at the way it seizes her heart like the clutch of a fistful of razor-sharp talons (no matter how much she fights the notion that she could possibly be soft for anyone like a lifelong nemesis, you all see the way she ‘reluctantly’ melts into hugs, or pretends to be annoyed by kisses on the cheek, before masking a duck away to hide her undeniable smile as a disgusted shake of her head).

“well, i have to take your side on this one, love,” you offer hades an apologetic pout, “that hairstyle is definitely worth protecting.”

uliana smirks smugly, posing with one hand on her hip as the other waves dismissively to the god as if he’s some sort of lowly fan squirming at her feet—but, it takes less than a moment for her to start to squirm, suddenly pinned down by everyone of her partners shamelessly admiring the rare sight of her natural tight curls kissing her shoulders—as james lets out a whistle in agreement, smirking a comment that makes even morgie’s cheeks against your shoulder warm (and does not bear repeating—your boyfriend’s mouth of a sailor rivalling what even you dare cheekily whisper), as the pirate’s eyes dip from her ruffled corset resembling a scallop shell, down to her sequined pants that are skin tight all the way until they flare at her calves how she likes her entrances; dramatic.

her eyes dip bashfully, grumbling something about how this is all somehow your fault, trying to play off her sudden bout of shyness as some sort of silent treatment (and definitely not anything like being flustered—she’s too badass for that, uliana triskelion does not get flustered!).

you’re more than ready to flirt your girlfriend into an early grave—an unravelling tome’s-length of salacious compliments already loaded into the chamber—when the creak of the bedroom door pierces through the room, and your heads all snap to the side with inquisitive frowns.

“oh, hi bridget!” morgie greets the sudden presence, and you’re bouncing up from your seat with a gasp before he even finishes saying her name.

“bridey!” you squeal, enveloping her in a quick hug as you drag her away from awkwardly lingering in the doorway, your smile blinding as she squeaks out an equally joyful exclamation of her nickname for you.

(behind you, each of your partners’—save for morgie (though he’s not exactly thrilled about the sudden coldness from the lack of you holding him close)—demeanours flip like switches, their gazes sharp and cold like icicles, as they prowl across the room, closing in on you, and the unwelcome presence that dares to steal you away from them, like a possessive pack of wolves.)

(but you couldn’t care less for their brooding, your attention unapologetically fixating on a girl you’re quickly realising might be your best friend; a concept you’ve never been an outgoing enough person to experience outside of your partners.)

“how are you? is everything alright, dear?”

bridget nods like a bobblehead, the bubbly princess grinning like enthusiasm personified, even as her bright pink curls threaten to bounce out of their hairpins with the motion, and she pants from clearly having sprinted the whole way from her dorm to here.

“everything’s peachy,” she reassures you, as her hands momentarily delve into her dress’ pockets to retrieve something, “i just forgot to give you—” she struggles with her skirt’s endless layers of ruffles eating her hands alive, until she finally wrenches them out, victoriously wielding a sheet of stick-on rhinestones, “—these!”

she takes your face into her palms with a speed that puts the surprise kisses you give your partners to shame, as she attentively presses the pink gems from your temples to the corners of your eyes, like little bursts of fireworks across your face.

your eyelids flutter with the new weight of the rhinestones, an appreciative smile growing on your face as you give your head a few tilts to properly show off bridget’s handiwork.

triumphantly, she matches your grin, “perfect!” beginning to slide the sticker sheets back into the depths of her cloud-like puffy ruffles and be on her merry way (and leave you to your partners, that she’s well aware aren’t so jazzed about her brief interruption—and can’t even blame them, when she knows just well as them that your presence is a light like no other), when a voice pipes up from behind you.

“can i have some?” morgie eyes the shimmering stones in bridget’s palm with wonder.

“oh!” the royal momentarily freezes, still not fully used to the lessening of the animosity between her kind and yours—but the light in her eyes is swift to flicker back on, and she starts to step forwards with a hand outstretched, “absolutely, let me just—”

“alright, that’s enough.”

in a flash, morgie is tugged snuggly (and just a little roughly, in haste) into james’s side, just out of bridget’s reach, as uliana takes the cue to step forward with a bitter scowl.

“this isn’t a safe place for someone as… delicate as you, princess,” she approaches the other girl until they’re toe-to-toe, staring her down with an expectant raised eyebrow.

(but uliana doesn’t take a single step further—pushing and pushing until the wonderlandian tumbles down a stair she hadn’t expected to be so close behind her, or until she’s intimidated to the point where she has no choice but to flee with her tail between her legs—like she used to. there’s almost a hint of patience in your girlfriend’s eyes, as she has the consideration to not try to strip your friend of her every last scrap of dignity with shove after shove, like she once relentlessly would have, and simply waits for her to turn around to exit of her own accord.)

you give an amused scoff—once you’ve made a cursory glance to double-check bridget knows she’s no longer in danger in your partners’ company (beyond the apparent broiling cauldrons of almost endearing jealousy)—and slink behind uliana to grab morgie’s hand, giving him no choice but to drag along behind you (to james’ immediate shocked grunt of disapproval) as you plant yourself beside bridget, and link your arms together.

“you have a point uli,” you give a faux conceding sigh (to which bridget muffles a giggle at your unrelenting penchant for theatrics), “which is why i think we—” you nod to the pink-haired girl beside you, and to the boy on your other side that is currently trying and failing to not split in half from the pulls of your hold on him wrestling with james’, “—are going to hang out in bridey’s room!”

“oh no, really, it’s alright,” bridget chuckles, nodding to the doorway as she attempts to step out of your scheme’s spotlight, “i’ve got lots to do— super busy with dance practice—!”

you shake your head fervently, “no need to be so formal, b! we’ll have so much fun spending the whole night together; just us!”

you barely finish the sentence through a bitten-down grin and held-back laughs, before there’s a harsh tug on your cloak, and you’re torn from morgie and bridget; tumbling face-first in the opposite direction of the doorway you’d been making a show of edging the three of you towards.

you grunt as your face slams into someone’s chest—but, after the dizziness subsides, you let out a little hum at the silkiness of the blue shirt against your skin.

“hello, hades,” you chuckle, his hand possessively grabbing your hip to keep you close as you twirl in his hold—and look back at where you’d been standing a moment ago, to find maleficent appearing in front of you like a shadowy apparition of skintight black velvets and (only allegedly curse) gothic silver jewellery, blocking your view of a silently amused bridget (now standing alone, as morgie has been firmly place back beside james).

“well,” she smiles at you knowingly, “i’ll be on my way now—bye!”

you return her wave—even as hades gives a tug at your flowing sleeves to try to keep your arm down—grinning as you blow her a kiss, “see you later, sweetheart!”

the second bridget is over the threshold, uliana’s diy platform boots stomp forward and slams the door shut like the sound of thunder crashing.

however, you don’t so much as flinch when she whirls to you, even as gold bangles rattle like the ground beneath her feet as she glares at you with a thunderstorm in her eyes. the air is thick, your partners tightly strung (solely from the stranger barging into their space—and certainly not because of any sort of jealousy)—but your presence slices through the tension like a knife, your obvious nonchalance as you lean backwards to lounge against hades’ chest, seemingly unbothered by the silver spikes dotted along his leather jacket jabbing into your back, immediately disarming uliana’s attempt at intimidation.

with a tilt of your head and a coquettish smile, you give uliana a wave with a wiggle of your fingers, like a figure illuminated only by the dull light of a streetlamp beckoning a downtrodden stranger to follow you across damp cobblestone into the dark alleyway—where lies either a doorway to a mystical universe full of mystery and divine purpose, or a blunt object to the head (or, your favourite; perhaps a kiss.)

unsurprisingly, uliana is unimpressed by your apparent refusal to take her incredibly reasonable chagrin seriously—but her fury is quickly being pushed aside, as she can’t fight the way your cool composure (that is just a little bit sort of only slightly completely undeniably overwhelmingly attractive) snuffs out the fire in her chest (and simultaneously sets alight a new one, that tickles against her ribcage like butterfly wings).

james takes centre stage as uliana is rendered nothing but flustered huffs and glueing her eyes to the sight of toes scuffing against the carpet to avoid your heavy gaze.

“well, that was some escape attempt,” his usual smug smirk is replaced with a dramatic pout as he invades your line of sight, his voice flooding with mocking pity, “hanging around all those goodie two shoes really softened you up, huh? couldn’t handle five minutes alone with the big bad villains—had to go running for your princess to save you?”

you step toe-to-toe with your boyfriend, languid as you reply with a matter-of-fact; “i’m not scared of you.”

“oh?” he drags out the exclamation, matching your tone as he moves even closer until your chests are an inch away from colliding, “i think you are—your poor, soft, heart can’t handle anything that isn’t glitter or little pink rhinestones.”

“how about we skip castlecoming; spend the night together, in here, alone,” you meet uliana’s saucer-wide eyes over james’s shoulder as you purr the invite, your own smirk only growing as her mouth drops agape at your insinuation, “then i can show you all how truly not scared i am…”

you girlfriend’s heart pounds against her chest, the warmth in her cheeks bubbling like a potion gone awry, her fidgeting from a moment ago ceasing as she finds herself frozen in shock.

“you— that— wh— what?!” she sputters like she’s choking on the very real urge to accept your invite, “n-no— we— we can’t!”

she sounds like she’s almost trying to convince herself, as she slams her hands on her hips and shakes her head dizzily, “we have a— a bunch of— unfashionable, uncool royals to upstage! we are not skipping the event of the year for your— your deceitful schemes!”

and with that, she’s all but sprinting across the room to escape your orbit.

“i thought you liked my deceitful schemes,” you pout at her in faux hurt—that is decidedly dampened in its convincingness when a giggle bubbles up along with it—as she storms past you (and completely ignores you, in favour of her tunnel vision set on a mirror she plans to vacantly stare at as she makes herself look busy and desperately hope no one tries to follow her—knowing that one more second under any of your gazes and she is going to actually explode from the heat building up like raw sparks of electricity dusted across her cheeks and trailing up her nose).

with an eyeroll at your parting comment, maleficent grabs your chin to turn you to face her.

“i can see why you’d want to forgo castlecoming, with makeup like that,” she eyes bridget’s handiwork with a scowl (and a twinkle in her eyes that is none of your business, and has nothing to do with the fact that she actually does find a beauty in the way that damn princess somehow managed to make you even more stunning than your usual baseline of murder-your-filthy-rich-spouse-and-get-away-with-it gorgeous), “you should have asked someone who actually knows what they’re doing.”

“of course, next time i’m all yours,” you nod obediently, but the second of reprieve doesn’t last long, before she’s subjected to your cheeky smirk once more, “any excuse to be close to you, my black dahlia.”

her second eyeroll of the past minute is laced with fondness, a rare hint of a smile gracing her lips, as she gives a gentle pat to your cheek still in her hold, before releasing you, and returning to her vanity.

you grin at morgie as he passes by with a peck to your opposite cheek.

you tap your cheek expectantly as you turn to face where hades still stands behind you, who raises an amused eyebrow—and chuckles at your pout when he leans forward only to jab a finger into your cheek.

“if no one else will, i’ll admit it; you do look alright,” he nods to you with only the slightest hint of an appreciative smirk giving away anything but nonchalance.

“one might say… i look hot, like a fire?”

“yeah, yeah, fuck you,” he leaves you snorting to yourself at your own joke, wandering over to join maleficent and morgie where they labour over curating the perfect jewellery combinations.

after a twirl to survey the room, you set off with a flourish of your cape towards the full-length mirror which uliana and james barely so much as glance at, as she no doubt uses an extensive strain of nit-picky half-insults to try to shrug off her embarrassment as she complains about how horrible (and horribly attractive) her partners insist upon being.

her mouth snaps shut the second she spots your billowing red sleeves wrap around your boyfriend from behind—whilst you catch the flash of a smile from james when he realises it’s you, and guides your right hand that snakes around his chest to slip under the soft fabric of his shirt, as your left clasps where his other hand rests at his hip.

“…do you mind?” uliana squints at you, pointedly ignoring the way you pull at james’s shirt to reveal even more of his chest.

you simply shake your head in response, planting your chin atop his shoulder to admire them both in the mirror.

“have you considered showing off more of your chest, uli? it’s all the rage right now.”

james jostles the two of you as he throws his head back to laugh, and you use the momentum to rock your bodies side-to-side, until you tilt close enough to press a hand to the small of her back to pull your girlfriend closer, and sneak the flicker of a kiss against her own bare shoulder.

she can’t bring herself to fight your affection anymore; reduced to simply staring at you with doe-like eyes as your touch runs down her side softly.

“i hate you,” she whispers in a voice so tender you’ve half a mind to think perhaps you’d simply misheard her pleading for a kiss.

“oh i know,” you hum with a lazy smile, “me and my ‘deceitful schemes’.”

she whines, deep in her throat, pouting as she grumbles a pitiful, “nevermind.”

“aw, come here sweetheart,” you hold her cheek so she has a vessel to melt into—and a palm to nuzzle into—as the petname liquifies her bones where she stands, “i love you, too.”

with a kiss to your neck from behind, and the sound of those three little words mumbled smushed against your palm, your smile is blinding.

[ulianaaa]

Would you please do a Hades x fairy reader x Maleficent please? Like maybe the reader is tinkerbell's sister who's a rebel

pairings: hades x maleficent x fem!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: the flirting in this got more steamy/suggestive than i'd planned since there's a few innuendos & the ending is relatively suggestive, a couple swear-words (shit & fuck), one mention of reader smoking in the past, mentions of blood/blood drinking (used as flirting material), reader is heavily implied to not get along well with her family

note: reader is a pixie instead of a fairy because that's what tinkerbell is in the movies (though functionally there's like no difference between the two), i hope that's okay with you!

your neck aches to crane upwards, sharp eyes flickering across the sky as you duck under vast tree branches and slip behind the academy’s billowing banners. but no matter how fast you run, or how vigilant you are of the green and gold girl fluttering tirelessly above you, the pixie tracking you down stays on your trail—because of your literal trail; the clouds of pixie dust you leave behind with every step, because of course you’d forgotten to wear a jacket to hide the natural shimmering of your skin on the one day it would actually come in handy.

“shit!” you hiss, as, once you step out from yet another cramped hiding spot and into the open air, your wings are caught by the sun’s bright rays, and glisten like a beacon all but jumping up and down and yelling “hey, i’m over here, come find me!”

your sister’s high-pitched voice grows louder as she approaches, impatiently screeching your name from above, as she calls out, “we need to go now! you can run but you cannot hide forever!”

frantically, you spin in circles in search of an escape route, momentarily wondering if it’s worth trying your luck in the depths of the dark forest (deep green canopies hiding you from your pursuer above, yes, but also trading yourself off to the mystical lurking predators of the shadows that—as much as you despise tinkerbell, and insist that she’s secretly an evil mastermind with the sole goal of making your life miserable—are definitely scarier than your pixie sister)—when, as your head snaps back around to the sound of cheers and bustling footsteps, you grin triumphantly.

barely a brisk jog away, in the middle of the large courtyard, gathers a crowd around prince charming and aladdin. they appear to be causing a scene over who can best execute a skateboard trick; the prince boisterously objecting to his friend who claims, “i could do it with my eyes closed!”

and though you roll your eyes, and wish you had the time to upstage both egotistical boys and show them who really owns the camelot skate parks—the mass of bodies melding together as they surround the ruckus grants you the perfect place to shake tink off your scent.

the second your sister’s millionth growl for you to, “get over yourself and get over here before mum blames me for us both being late!” overlaps with aladdin’s official invitation to charming for a challenge, you take a deep breath, and sprint.

your footsteps pound against the loose paving-stones of the courtyard, as you whip from the gaping entrance, to the centre of the crowd of your classmates within seconds—your breathless grin only widening when you hear a frustrated cry in the distance, as tinkerbell flounders trying to find where you abruptly disappeared to.

you take a moment to catch your breath, relishing in the faintest sound of her wings—the softest shade of blue, regrettably identical to yours (though not now, as yours flap in the breeze calmly, and hers twitch weakly from overuse)—fluttering in circles as she helplessly tries and fails to discern you in the blurred mass of students.

you wish you could stay here forever, laughing wickedly to yourself as your sister makes a fool of herself, but you quickly grow disgusted by the bumping shoulders and loud voices of your peers surrounding you, and deftly sneak your way through to the edge of the crowd.

readying yourself with your eyes on the prize of an alcove beneath the stairs that you used to frequently skip class in, you watch tink from the corner of your vision, waiting for the exact moment she whirls around to search for you in the complete opposite direction; and, once more, run.

shoving your way past sweaty bodies and bluntly elbowing anyone who doesn’t move out of your way, you’re across the courtyard faster than you can smirk to yourself, and whisper, “fuck you, tinkerbell.”

the second step over the threshold of the alcove, feeling the sun ease off your skin and the shadows swallow you whole, you crumple over to rest your hands on your knees, gasping for shallow breaths as you can’t help but let out giddy laughs of victory.

slowly straightening up, your eyes are drawn to the discarded cigarettes crushed between bricks that you used to share with cruella (before she got caught up in her passion for fashion, and traded all her free time hanging out with you for labouring over her sewing machines and racks upon racks of, admittedly, some of the coolest outfits you’ve seen since you enrolled at the picture-perfect-and-prim merlin academy), getting yourself lost in fond memories of shit-talking classmates and teachers alike—until your gaze drifts up just an inch further, and you’re met with the sight of very familiarly scuffed boots.

“fancy seeing you here,” you greet playfully, as you stretch back up to your full height, and come face-to-face with your boyfriend, hades, who simply replies with a silent raised eyebrow at your frantic entrance.

but you answer with nothing more than an overly innocent smile, before turning to your right—already knowing that just a step further into the alcove you’re going to find the other half of this pack that always travels together (which usually includes you, when you’re not fleeing from an obnoxious sister that’s attempting to drag you back home to neverland against your will).

and, just as you suspected, tucked away where the stairs above cave in until they meet the ground, maleficent crouches with one hand steadying a sapling, of what looks like the beginning of vines bearing thorns sharper than the pointed studs on hades’ jacket, as her other palm gently cups the dirt around the stem, until it’s firmly buried between loose bricks.

your girlfriend doesn’t turn around just yet—with her dark eyes glued to what you can only guess is the first stepping stone in some elaborate plan to swallow the entirety of merlin academy in a prickly prison of her own design—but you know she’s noticed you when she greets you with, “we were wondering where you ran off to.”

your wings, shimmering with reflections of the specks of sunlight that peak through cracks in the stars, flutter ditzily as you grin, “i was searching far and wide for the two of you, of course.”

bouncing over to your left, you make yourself comfortable leaning on the wall beside hades, as he lets out an amused huff—which is the closest most anyone ever gets to a laugh from him, if they’re not as lucky (and, of course, extremely clever, boundlessly funny—and endlessly humble) as yourself to see of him what no one else but you and maleficent have ever seen.

you tug on one of the few expanses of his leather jacket that isn’t waiting to stab your finger, whilst he wonders aloud, “so your disappearance has nothing to do with the pixie trying to sniff you out like a bloodhound?” and misinterprets your attempt to steal his jacket for (lovingly) pestering him for affection, as he wraps his arm around your shoulder.

but, when you don’t reply, and instead fix him with an expectant (read: impatient) look, he finally catches on, and rolls his eyes at your antics—but nonetheless slides his arms out of his sleeves, and drapes the leather over your shoulders.

you mock him light-heartedly, “how gentlemanly,” but still let out an appreciative hum as you hide your eye-catching wings beneath the jacket, and try your very best to tuck your hair behind the collar to limit the copious amounts of pixie dust that always rains from your glittering hair like a generous makeup powder.

(all while you shamelessly admire hades’ arms now on display, and grin even wider when you catch him shamelessly eyeing the sight of you in his leather jacket.)

sighing loudly, you finally reply to hades’ astute observation of the girl bloody-murder-screaming your name outside; “she refuses to understand that i’m actually not interested in flying all the way to neverland just to sit around a table with a hundred distant relatives who all have something judgy to say about my grades, or my fashion choices, or my life choices, or—”

just as hades is about to comfort you with a very concise, “fuck them,” at the same time as maleficent starts to interrupt with a very number-one-hater-of-your-sister, “fuck her,” your gloomy sanctuary is all but rudely breached, as snow white—in all her ear-piercing-singing-at-the-crack-of-dawn and unable-to-school-her-judgemental-facial-expressions glory—slows down hesitantly as she walks past the mouth of the alcove.

brown pupils blown wide with anxiety zero in on your girlfriend and the plant she’s sowing, which the princess, with a look of horror, recognises as something poisonous or outlawed (knowing your beautifully creative girlfriend, probably both). but before she can spout the same lame spiel all the other rule-following-royals always use to try to get you and your partners to “stop cheating on that test” or “please don’t set my dorm on fire!” her face pales in fear.

for a moment, there’s silence as hades’ hardened expression almost sets her aflame in terror without even touching her. you raise an unimpressed eyebrow at her, just about willing to demand, “run along princess,” and deal with maleficent laughing at you for sounding like one of the merry men who think they sound cool when they really just talk like characters plucked straight out of a musical—when some common sense suddenly snaps into snow, and she disappears from your sight in the most satisfying three seconds of tail-between-her-legs fleeing.

a beat passes as you all wait to make sure the princess didn’t decide to turn back and spy on the three of you, until the silence stays unbroken, and hades looks to you with a slight nod to where the intrusion had just been standing.

“are you sure this is the best place to hide?”

you shrug dismissively, confident as you insist, “yeah, i don’t think tink even knows how to use her legs—she insists on flying everywhere, so i’m safe here, she can’t see us from above.”

with a nod, hades turns to maleficent a moment before she starts standing up from her kneeling position, as if he could sense that she was going to silently ask for her hand laid elegantly in his to ease her up.

as she rises, she flashes you one of her loving (but too self-conscious to so openly show it for too long) split-second smiles, before her observant eyes find themselves locked in on your chest. you don’t have time to grow flustered—nor hopeful that she might be approaching you to start something fun—when she’s upon you in the blink of an eye, claw-sharp nails plucking against your cropped band tee, as you realise she’s spotted what looks like a miniature forest blossoming out of your shirt.

“oh, yeah,” you chuckle to yourself, “i ran face-first into a branch ‘cause i was too distracted trying not to run into twinkles.”

instantly, hades bluntly says, “i’ll burn that tree down for you.”

only maleficent notices the way you melt at his words, biting down a grin at the way you grow giddy at a threat of destruction on your behalf, as you try to chew down a growing smile that threatens your warm cheeks

“yeah right,” you bite, “i know a scheme to send smoke signals to my sister when i see one!”

you girlfriend hums in disagreement, “you shouldn’t look a gift tree on fire in the mouth, the forest imps take it very personally.”

“is that so?” you mumble in faux thought; leaning away from maleficent’s hold—as she finishes retrieving the stray leaves and sticks from entanglement—and dangerously close towards hades.

“i always did think you were rather impish,” you speak lowly as your face inches so close to his you can feel his breath across your cheeks as he replies.

voice even lower than your own, gravelly as he leans off the wall to feed into your trademark mix of teasing and flirting, “you think so?”

“yeah i do,” you hum with an amorous smile, “i mean, you are very sensitive,” not even realising the innuendo—behind what was meant to be nothing more than a rib at the god with skin so thick you’re pretty sure he doesn’t even have that famed golden blood flowing beneath it—until hades can’t help but smirk at you, and bring a hand up to cup your cheek with barely the phantom of an embrace, and draw your face in even closer, until your noses brush.

“that’s me,” he chuckles, opening the doors of the conservatory in your stomach and setting the butterflies nestled inside free.

you already know he can feel the heat in your cheeks, but giving up when you’re already in this deep isn’t half as fun as staying in the game until the other fully breaks—so you muster up the most over-the-top dramatic pout you can manage when you’re trying to hold back a broad smile, and bring your hand up to caress his cheek.

you pat his face like how you used to awkwardly comfort the toddlers who kept crying after flying headfirst into tree trunks when their wings had only just started sprouting. tilting your head to look down your nose at him as if you actually see him as one of those helpless kids, you bite down on your pout to stop it from morphing into a grin when his nose crinkles up at pixie dust wafting over him from your proximity.

it’s always endlessly entertaining to watch him fuss over himself later tonight, insisting that the pixie dust looks like his face has been painted with glitter, which makes him appear—shudder—approachable. so, you lean in even closer, unable to hide the mischievous twinkle in your eyes, that is set alight with the reflection of a rainbow of flames when your pixie dust catches in hades’ hair.

you take a second to admire your big scary boyfriend with his hair lit up in shades of bright pinks and baby blues and yellows lighter than the sun, before you quickly move as if you plan to snuff out the rogue flames—as if he can’t simply flip a switch and turn them off himself, he frowns ever so slightly at your nonsensical plan… until you let out a pained shriek before your fingertips even touch the flames.

hades’ laugh that he’s unable to hold back at your obvious fake reaction is drowned out by your wails, crying that, “he planned this! he’s scheming against me, mali!”

maleficent, also having immediately seen through your scheme, simply rolls her eyes, and gives the two of you a disapproving look (that is significantly dampened by the mirthful glint in her eyes clearer than even the obvious deviousness in your own), “behave, both of you.”

“yeah, babe, you’d better keep it down,” hades turns to nod solemnly to you, “considering tinkerboots just touched down in the courtyard, and is staring right at us.”

snapping out of your revelry, your heartbeat skyrockets higher than any pixie in all of neverland has ever flown. frantically, you whip around to face the courtyard, only growing more and more sickeningly anxious when you don’t immediately spot the predator waiting to pounce—until you keep searching, and searching, and searching (maybe you’re not so unlike your sister that has just spent all afternoon trying to track you down), and… all you can find is a singular trail of pixie dust, barely visible in the distant, as the owner who left it behind is long gone.

“fuck you, ‘babe’!” you yell faster than you can whip around to face a smug hades, who has the audacity to grin at you.

“if you insist.”

you’d barely had it in you to be angry the second it happened—honestly, you were a breath away from laughing—but after that brief interruption, and hades’ the game is afoot once more.

so you step back up to your boyfriend, eyeing him with a fire in your pupils that quickly fades from anger to revelry, as you goad him, “come on, then, i don’t have all day, babe—”

“no,” maleficent’s harsh grip finds the back of hades’ leather jacket atop your shoulders just the same as she grasps the collar of his shirt, tugging the both of you apart like squabbling cats from the scruff of their necks.

“you,” she turns to you, with a hand on hades’ chest to hold him back from purposefully getting on either of your nerves as she speaks, “will not be condemned to attend your stupid friendship feast—”

“autumn jubilee,” you correct (as if there’s much of a difference when the whole thing really is just about sucking up to a gaggle of pixies you haven’t seen since you were a baby and eating table-fulls of mediocre festive meals), and in return, get a frown from your girlfriend, who probably has ‘despises being corrected with a burning passion’ on her birth certificate.

but you just grin, and she continues with the umpteenth roll of her eyes, “instead, we will partake in one of my traditions.”

your smile grows blinding, already knowing that a dark fey of the moors’ traditions include the most dramatic sacrifices, and forbidden enchantments that not even merlin himself knows about.

“this is going to be wicked,” you declare enthusiastically, “much better than falling asleep in the middle of havendish square because tinks won’t shut up about how ‘important’ her ‘job’ with peter pan is—when, really, she’s just unemployed because nobody can stand to be around her long enough to even get halfway through a job interview!”  

“how much blood will there be,” hades teases, as he sidles up to maleficent’s opposite side and snakes his arm over her shoulder.

she raises a single eyebrow at him in warning, “all of yours if you don’t behave,” to which he simply winks at you as if he has some sort of cunning plan—causing your cheeks, which had already begun growing warm from the sound of maleficent’s low voice threatening hades, to all but set aflame with the overwhelming heat.

“you can have as much of my blood as you want, mali,” you try to hide the flustered stutter in your voice, but fail when she gives you the most salacious smile you’ve ever seen from her.

her suddenly hungry eyes bore into yours as she takes a hold of your hand.

“good—” hades’ fingers brushing feather-light against your neck as he adjusts the collar of the leather jacket cause your breath to stutter, all while maleficent purrs, “—because i’m thirsty.”

finally emerging from beneath the stairs, as you melt so far into your girlfriend’s side she has to hold her arm tight around your waist to keep you upright, and you grow lightheaded at the feeling of your boyfriend’s warm fingertips still tracing along your neck; there’s no doubt about who broke first this time.

[ulianaaa]

My Beautiful Goddess

Girlfriend!Uliana x Gn!Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Content & Warnings: Hurt/comfort, crying, LOTS of crying, bullying (via Ursula) (though it’s off-page), insecurity over appearance, you’d think an upset Uli would be a warning but no she just needs comfort, reader practically worships Uliana near the end (as we should)

Summary: Your girlfriend Uliana comes to you after having an upsetting encounter with her older sister

This was a lovely request

“I hate her!”

The scream shot into your dorm room as the door burst open; slamming against the wall then shut closed with a tentacle while your girlfriend stormed in.

“I hate her I hate her Ihateher!”

You immediately jumped up from your seat. Uliana got upset over Bridget all the time, but you had never seen her so worked up before. She sounded hurt.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” You said soothingly, approaching her and loosely wrapping your arms around her. There were fat tears in her eyes and running down her face; ruining her makeup.

“Ursula.” She croaked, gulping down a sob. Your heart broke at the look on her face.

Guiding her to your previous seating, you sat down in your cushiony love chair and patted the small space next to you. Uliana quickly sat down as well; half on your leg and hip as she buried her face into your neck.

She started screaming, but it was muffled. Still, it was enough to reach your ear harshly and did a great job punctuating the sharp nails in your scalp.

Wincing, you clamped your teeth down as you rubbed a hand up and down her back. It was best to just let her get it all out. Plus, your neck was soaked with tears already.

Eventually, her vocal cords died down into sobbing. If you heart had broken before at just seeing her face, it was surely shattered now. The sound wracked your soul and made you ache in her pain. All you wanted was to make her feel better.

Fiddling with the roots of her dreads, you gently moved them around and away from her face. Then, you were running the backs of your fingers down her temple and cheek; repeating the action until her cries became barely audible.

“What happened, my darling witch?” You asked softly, noticing how her grip around you loosened as soon as the pet name left your tongue.

Loudly sniffling, Uliana lifted her face away from your neck, revealing eyes even blearier than before. Some makeup ran down; dark and smeared. As she continued to sniffle, you leaned away from her to grab some tissues from the mini side table.

Uliana let you wipe it against her face. You were gentle as could be, and she trusted you to try and clean the makeup off her. As you took the opportunity to study her face, a bit of startled fear ran through you as you remembered her tentacles.

Where did they go?

Glancing around her back, you saw them tightly winding into each other; squirming uncomfortably like a tangled rat king. You looked back up at Uli, who was wiping some more tears away with her hand and not noticing the confusion on your features.

Her tentacles were always wild. Whenever she experienced any sort of extreme emotion (especially anger) they lashed out in all directions; at anything and everyone. They had done so when she entered your room, so why were they all bound up like that?

“Hey,” you whispered, noticing the troubled look on her face growing again. “It’s okay. I’m here now.”

Her lower lip quivered and almost resembled a pout.

“You can let them down. They need to rest.” You told her, referring to her extra extremities.

Blinking rapidly, she shook her head no. The tentacles sounded like they were squeezing tighter. Your eyebrows knit together in concern. You carefully placed a hand on the front of her arm.

“Uli, what’s wrong? You don’t have to tell me what happened, but I don’t want to see you hurting yourself.”

On the verge of tears again, her face scrunched up as she tried to leave the chair. You held her in place, but did so weakly enough that she could leave you if she really wanted to.

“I-“ her voice broke. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Pain flooded your chest as you brought your hands to her face.

“Uli, I know you would never hurt me.”

“But I might.” She cried. “I feel so out of control right now. If they lash out at you, that’s the worst thing that could happen right now.”

She tried to pry your hands away as you attempted to wipe her tears, so you grabbed her wrists tenderly, and she let you.

“Uli I have never been afraid of you hurting me, and I know that if you ever do, it’s not your fault. You would never intentionally do that to me. So please,” you pleaded with her. “Let me help you. Let them down.”

Taking in a large, shuddering breath, she finally nodded.

Struggling to keep her cries in, Uliana’s tentacles slowly untwisted themselves. One by one they laid themselves down onto the floor. They were trembling a bit, but other than that, they were still.

Rubbing her arm up and down in support, you grabbed another tissue and she blew her nose into it.

“What did Ursula do, my dear?”

Uli tossed the snotty tissue towards the trash-bin. It missed.

“She barged into the Black Lagoon.” She began, beautiful voice a complete wreck. You wrapped your arm behind her back and urged her into lounging position. She curled her legs sideways over yours; resting her head on your shoulder.

Staring absently at the empty wall in front of you, you just listened as you traced light patterns into her arm. With your other hand, you interlocked your fingers with hers.

“I think she was looking for something she left behind back when she went to school here. I started yelling at her to get out of my lagoon, but then she started on ‘it was my lagoon first’-” Uliana mockingly mimed her with a high tone and talking hand, and it made you smile that a little bit of her usual meanness was shining through. “And- and she started picking on me and telling me I wasn’t good enough and-“ she started crying again. You let out a soothing “shhh” as you caressed the side of her waist.

“And she-“ Uliana tried to get out between the sobs. “She said I’m ugly and that no one could ever love me...”

“I love you.” You said without missing a beat. Uli inhaled noisily in a way that seemed painfully dismissive.

“That still doesn’t change how I look.” She croaked, and your chest ached.

“Hey, look at me.” You said, urging her to sit up and turn towards you again. She complied wearily; face not quite angled your way. You brought her hand to your lips, kissing her knuckles as you looked up at her. “You, my divinely cruel goddess,” you began slowly, letting a smile slip through. “are the most beautiful, captivating, and breath-taking thing I have ever had the pleasure to witness.” Uli hiccuped. “My eyes are blessed to be able to bask in your visage as you torment others in your wickedly wile ways.” You wiped a tear from her cheek with your thumb and she finally turned to look at you with wide, teary eyes, placing her hand over yours. “I would rather suffer a thousand cruel fates than be in a world that doesn’t have you in it.” You wholeheartedly declared, then leaned towards her with a sarcastic whisper. “And if your sister says otherwise about your looks, then she ought to get a new pair of eyes along with that tongue.”

Uli laughed a little; resting her forehead against yours. It filled you with a sense of peace. Seeing her ease up and relax flooded you with great joy at being able to comfort her sorrows.

“Thank you.” She said quietly, voice strained. Her arms were now wrapped around your neck, face so close you could count her eyelashes.

“Of course.” You whispered back, tucking a dread behind her ear. Then, she closed the distance.

“My beautiful goddess.” You murmured into the kiss, trying to imbue the statement into her mind as fact. Trying to let her know how wonderfully perfect she was.

In response to the title, she kissed you a little harder, then parted from you to look you in the eyes. Her hand rested at the top of your chest, just over your heart; feeling the pumping of the blood that flowed throughout your body just for her.

“For as long as you’ll have me.” She said, sounding the clearest and happiest she had been all day.

You clenched your hand over hers.

“Undoubtedly.”

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D4 VKs <3

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teen villains + text posts

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Telling them you’re on your period Headcanons

Featuring: Morgie, Hades, & Hook (Seperately)

Warnings: Reader experiences menstrual cycles, no use of pronouns, reader is completely gender neutral, Hades and Hook are idiots /aff, Hades uses his fire powers, period cramps, fluff, implied relationships

Morgie:

He knew what a period was long before you met him (his mom raised him right) though you never would have guessed

One week when you finally mentioned you were on your period, you were worried how he’d react, but he took it completely normally

He just went: “Oh, do you need any pads or tampons? I don’t usually buy them but I will if you need them. Light or heavy?.”

He didn’t understand why you started kissing him right after he said that

Now, you’re completely comfortable talking with him about it, and he’s more than happy to cuddle with you while you’re dismal in bed with cramps

Hades:

The first time you told him you were on your period, he said: “A period? Like that thing you put at the end of a sentence?”

You had to hold back Mali from absolutely letting loose on him (“Hades is a god, how would he know?”)

After extensively teaching him about menstrual cycles (how they work and their awful side effects) he put a lot of effort into helping you during your time of the month

One time while you were feeling extreme cramps during class, he covered his hand in heat and rested it on your lower belly (you practically melted at that)

Now, you use him as your personal heat pad every time you get the chance

Hook:

For a man who’s such a big flirt, you’d think he’d understand periods better

Truth be told, he’s frightened of them

When you told him for the first time you were on your period, he laughed you off and changed the subject, making you worried he thought they were disgusting (don’t do this to your partner folks)

It took his friends getting on his case about it for him to finally commit to understanding menstrual cycles (and you) better so he could better take care of you (“like the awesome boyfriend that [he is]”)

Now, he’s committed to getting stealing whatever you need, but he always inflates his own ego over it by flaunting what a great boyfriend he is

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Taglist: For James Hook

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it's giving sunshine x sunshine protector

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What They Gift You

Featuring: The Fab Five

(Can be read as romantic)

Content and Warnings: fluffy and lighthearted, platonic affection, Hook’s vainness

Morgie:

What he finds:

He’s a very outdoorsy guy, so he often finds things in nature he brings back to you

Can range from tiny rocks, to berries and beautiful flowers, to things as cool as deer antlers

As soon as he finds them he’s rushing to get to you, sometimes whilst covered in dirt and mud (because he can’t always get something the first try without getting a little messy), all so he can see the look on your face when you see what he found for you

What he buys:

Loves getting you cool scarves so you can match with him

This sometimes extends to things like his snake jewelry

Particularly for you though, he’s taken to purchasing cool, fancy hats you can style with your outfits

Non-tangible gifts:

Loves helping you with clothes; giving tips, tricks and advice, and especially styling you himself. Always compliments how you look no matter what though

Loves giving hugs, no matter what you’re doing. You could be in the middle of delicately making a potion and he’d tackle you from behind; then the potion messes up and explodes, burning your eyebrows off

Will help you out with anything. Uli isn’t the only person he does it for. You’re not even struggling and he still pops up, asking you if there’s anything he can do

James Hook:

What he finds:

Whenever he goes on long exhibitions with his ship, he always makes sure to find stuff specially for his friends

Often times it’s riches like pearls, coins, and gems (which he’s swears aren’t cursed, but you never fully believe him)

He also likes to gift ornate daggers and knives from the treasure he finds; stuff the school would confinscate (because they’re weapons)

Hell usually come across something that reminds him of his adventure, so he loves giving it to you to remind you of him when he’s gone again

What he buys:

This man doesn’t buy anything unless it’s with stolen goods

And he doesn’t like to buy what he can steal himself (only from big/rich businesses though)

When he’s traveling he’ll pay for exotic fabrics and goodies from vendors and stalls; pretty little handmade things that will last a long time

One of his favorites though is exotic fruits that will turn ripe on the journey home, so you can eat the delicious fruit immediately

Non-tangible gifts:

Time aboard The Jolly Roger teaching you things; like how to steer the ship, or what to do if you instantly find yourself surrounded by sirens and where’s the nearest beeswax you can find

Every once in a while, he’ll have you join him on a mini adventure and travel to wherever your heart contents (usually for holidays and your birthday)

And of course: letting you gaze upon his gorgeous face for free <3

Maleficent:

What she finds:

Only really gets out to terrorize nearby towns, so it’s only there (and school grounds) that she finds gifts for her friends

You’d think the pirate is the plunderer but it’s the dragon

She just finds random things and yoinks them. “Mine now” (this includes students’ school supplies)

Is particularly attracted to shiny objects though, so expect a lot of those (she’s just like a magpie)

“What is this?” “A pen cap” “Why did you grab it?” “It was shiny”

What she buys:

Doesn’t have money

StealsBorrows money from Hook (“He has plenty”)

Prefers to treat her friends with services rather than goods. Like an ice cream parlor or a food struck

Is insistent she pays, and gives you a deathglare if you so much as think to suggest otherwise

Non-tangible gifts:

Maleficent is really good at hair (with magic. You don’t except her to do it with those nails do you?), so she loves styling your hair (unless it’s barely a few inches long. That she can’t work with)

Loves to decorate certain parts of the body (like how she does with her horns and the gems at the top). Will bedazzle Hook’s hook, Uli’s shell necklace, Morgie’s snake tattoo, and Hade’s dog chain. So, she also likes to do it for some part of you too

Helps you day to day with little pieces of magic to make things easier, such as anti-clumsiness. Feeling nervous about something? Anti-sweat hex. Didn’t sleep well? Rejuvenation spell

Hades:

What he finds:

Much like Morgie, he’s outdoors a lot in nature. But he’s not interested in the living things there…

He learned a certain kind of tracking with his abilities; it helps him find animal corpses and skeletons. He likes to collect pieces. His favorite are claws, teeth, feathers, and bird skulls

These are what he likes giving to you (after sanitizing them of course) to decorate and place in your dorm

if it’s fall weather he particularly likes to press flowers and collect dead leaves to gift you

What he buys:

Really likes pomegranates for some reason. Is giving them to you every week (you like them though so you don’t question it). He regularly gets money from souls in the underworld who don’t have a use for it anymore, so that’s how he buys them

Another is vinyl records (he misses old fashioned stuff like that, so he’s glad you appreciate his “old” tastes), so he tries to find songs he thinks you would like to listen to

Any kind of band merch, he buys it for you. Graphic teas, posters, mugs, you name it; he’s getting it for you. Doesn’t matter if it’s cheesy, overrated, bad, or metal, he’s getting it for you

Non-tangible gifts:

Tickets to concerts (usually rock, metal, and rave ones). You all usually go as a group depending on who’s playing. Almost always front row tickets (he won’t reveal how he does it)

Karaoke night. Just you two. You’re both screaming your lungs out until 3 in the morning while the students nearby try and fail to tune you out

Lets you roast marshmallows with his hair (don’t get it stuck in his hair or he’ll stop letting you)

Uliana:

What she finds:

Many things ocean related (she wants you to appreciate her home place). This includes shells, dried out sand dollars and sea stars, shark teeth, and pieces of coral

Her favorite is when she finds giant clams deep in the sea, so she can bring them back and you can open it together and find beautiful pearls

She can also be a bit of a dirty ocean trash panda. Sometimes she brings you organic things like wet seaweed or algae and you’re not quite sure what she expects you to do with it

What she buys:

Loves buying seafood for you (since she buys some for herself). Especially crab leg (it’s her favorite). Nothing with octopus, squid, or cuttlefish though

Dark and magical artifacts are another fascination for her, so she loves getting things for you that she thinks you’ll like. Maybe you shouldn’t activate them though…

Whether you’re into magic or Uli’s just projecting, she buys you spell books (and other things to perform magic). This is one of the pretenses she uses to hang out with you and practice magic

Non-tangible gifts:

If you’re ever working on a potion, she just absolutely has to help you. However, she always gets carried away and forgets it’s your potion, so you have to remind her

She doesn’t enjoy getting hair and nails done by herself (bbg has separation issues), so she pays for services for you to. You’re not necessarily getting the same work done as her; it can just be a facial or a simple manicure

If someone threatened you/ hurt you, you can bet she’s immediately planning revenge. There’s no stopping her now; it’s just a matter of when and how. No one can save that poor unfortunate soul…

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Can you do Uliana x AK reader who is friends with Bridget and Ella, in the scene where Uliana eats the flamengo feathers and turns into a flamengo, but thinks the reader did it and they go through a chase scene with reader letting Bridget and Ella escape and gets corner by the Vks, and later after school, they basically dragged to they're hideout to figure out what to do to her and Uliana decided to make the reader into they're servant, and unbeknownist to reader, Uliana secretly has feelings for her?

pairings: uliana x fem!reader

genre: flirty fluff?

warnings: being tied down, threats, teasing/flirting, yelling & screaming

note: uliana is down bad (and honestly reader is stronger than me, i would’ve given in for her…)

ropes loosely tie you down to an unexpectedly comfortable armchair, in the centre of a hollow fish carcass, as the vk’s menacingly circle around you. 

though being surrounded by merlin academy’s notorious bullies, in a dimly lit cavern floating in the middle of the black lagoon—not to mention, having been dragged here against your will—isn’t exactly your idea of a fun afternoon; all things considered, it could be a lot worse. 

you hadn’t known what to expect from uliana’s wrath, when she mutated into a flamingo and you took the fall for it before she could lash out at your friends—and a chase throughout the academy grounds wasn’t as thrilling as it was mildly terrifying—but now your sore feet can rest, and you’ve managed to catch your breath. 

not to say you’re exactly having a ball, as threats echo in your ears and a metal hook threatens to pierce the sensitive skin of your neck; but you can get through this, with the knowledge that bridget and ella won’t have to.  

“princess,” uliana—now no longer a flamingo, but still bearing a few ruffled feathers as she holds a grudge close to her chest—bellows for your attention, as she stands above you on a pedestal holding a cauldron, “we’ve graciously decided to let you live.” 

the pirate to your left smirks, “you’re welcome,” to which you reply with a silent glare, that only makes his sadistic lips curl, “oh, does her royal highness not have any manners?” 

(uliana’s gaze bores into the interaction, eyes hungrily taking in your every slightest movement—and dipping with a frown, as the seconds where you hold hook’s gaze last far beyond the patient of a broiling fire in her veins.) 

“ahem.”

she sneers at you, taking a dramatic step down from the pedestal with her hands on her hips, fixing you with dark eyes deeper than the depths of the sea, that beckon you in like a siren’s song. 

“i’ll be taking you under my wing, sunshine,”—you wonder whether her oh so loyal followers struggle to hold in a laugh just like you do, finding it almost comical how she can’t seem to avoid being likened to a bird to save her life—“you won’t be one of us, that’s for sure—you could never be as fabulously villainous as us—but, you will be my… henchman.”

with a raised eyebrow, you tilt your head in faux thought for a moment, before looking back to the sea witch with a shrug, “thanks… but no thanks.” 

the eruption of derisive cackles is immediate, echoing all around you like they were plucked straight out of a nightmare. 

“you don’t get a choice, dearie,” hook rolls his eyes, as uliana bites back a disbelieving grimace. 

“i don’t want to… so i’m not going to,” you put on a polite smile—knowing this simple objection isn’t actually going to set you free, but also not being in the business of entertaining these people’s weird schemes, that apparently including employing you as their own personal assistant? 

uliana crosses her arms, “you are our hostage.”

to your right, maleficent tightens the restraint around your ankle threateningly, “and you’ll do as we say, if you don’t want your friends,” she spits the word like it’s some kind of joke, and not the only reason you have the patience to still be quietly sitting here, “to get hurt.”

“well, if you hurt my friends, then you’ll have nothing to hold over my head to get me to do what you want.” 

“wh— what?!” uliana screeches, feeling almost dizzy as you talk back to her, with a fire in your eyes that she’d happily let herself get burnt in. 

“but, if you swear to leave bridget and ella alone—then maybe i’ll consider being your ‘henchman’, got it?”

uliana feels her stomach coil—watching you stare her down, sitting with a newfound confidence (and still wearing that damn blouse, that reveals your collar bone just an inch too much for her to think straight whenever she catches a glimpse of it), as you make demands, to someone you’re meant to fear, with a steady voice that makes her fantasise about feeling the rumble of your lips against her exposed neck—and immediately wishes she could materialise her feelings, just so she could stomp them into the ground. 

with a bitter huff and a determined frown, her footsteps thump across the lair, approaching you until she’s just out of arms reach, and—in a theatrical flourish, as she throws her arms in the air, and never breaks eye contact—reveals her tentacles.

“you,” she points with a shimmering blue nail, as slimy tendrils inch towards you until you’re surrounded, “will not disobey me,” she utters menacingly, as her tentacles grasp your chair and lift it into the air, tilting ever so slightly to the side until you slide down to press against the armrest; a silent threat to tilt you just a little bit further, and dangle you off the edge, with only the ropes to keep you secure. 

when you don’t reply, she suddenly releases the chair, dropping you back onto the floor with a loud thump. 

“so?” she smirks proudly, “what do you say, princess?” 

swallowing thickly, you shake your head.

“you,” you imitate the way she’d pointed at you, with a manicured nail lifting from where your wrist is tied down, “will stop bulling my friends—and, like i said, i’ll consider your offer.” 

“you really don’t know how this works, do you?” hades chuckles to himself, as a head of crackling flames appears to your right. 

leaning away from his hand, that sparks with blue ball of fire, just a little too close to the bare skin of your restrained arm for your liking, you almost collide with morgie on your other side, who leans in close with a wide grin that revels in your every entertaining misstep, “you don’t disagree with uli.” 

the leader herself feels an ugly feeling simmering inside her. stains of green claw at her heart, as she watches you cower in fear from hades’ touch, when you had barely flinched when she’d threatened to turn you into a literal human pancake. a jealous fire stokes in the hearth of her chest, threatening to burn entire forests down, as morgie leans so close you can hear him hiss under his breath—and she’s overcome with the unstoppable urge to be as close to you as possible, and to have everyone else not even dare to breathe the same air as what is hers. 

“out!” she shouts, angrily gesturing for all of her friends to leave the lair, “all of you, get out!” 

villains who had moments ago been taking turns toying with their (what they thought was collective) prey, exchange confused looks, but sigh to themselves as uliana rains down unrelenting glares, until every last one of them disappears past jagged teeth, “i’ll deal with her myself!” 

stalking over to you the second the two of you are alone, she takes her sweet time to rest her hands on the armrests right beside your wrists, looming over you like a storm cloud with a wicked smirk. 

“i’m going to give you one more chance,” she murmurs, leaning lower and lower until you’re almost face-to-face, with her still just an inch above you, “so, what do you say, darling? will you do my bidding?” 

the tension spreads thick, tendrils of heavy smoke slipping—out of dark eyes that swirl with whispers of deep greens, and—down your throat, encasing your lungs, and wrapping its sickly sharp claws around your heart until it constricts. 

in the silence, where uliana finds confidence in regaining the upper hand, she watches you let out shaky exhales—and, as your lips part, unnoticeably to anyone but the girl who dreams of what they might feel like, her eyes can’t help but flicker down, and watch the air leave your soft mouth in whisps. 

you were just about to grant the menacing vk a reply, when you catch her gaze fall traitorously, and all of a sudden, you watch your perception of her as someone to be feared—or at the very least carefully avoided—slip down the drain, to make way for someone who you, ever so selfishly, find might actually be rather fun to play around with…

“okay,” you speak up sweetly, smile dripping saccharine as uliana’s eyes flutter back up to meet yours, “i’ll do it.” 

taken aback at an agreement she honestly hadn’t been expecting to draw out of you ever, she can’t control her frown before it washes over her features, eyebrows drawing together as her face scrunches up in adorable confusion. 

“huh— you— you will?”

you nod, batting your eyelashes as you lean up as close as you can to her, without actually giving her what she so clearly craves. 

“anything for you,” you hum, more tender than the smoothest rose petals, “my darling.”

her face falls in shock, brain freezing over as wide eyes stare helplessly into yours, “oh,” she mutters, shooting stars glistening in her lovestruck pupils, “o-okay…”

just as you plan to tease her even further (with a strategic little glance at her own lips, that you already know will drive her positively mad) uliana springs up from where she leans over you, and is fumbling over legs—weak from butterflies fluttering their delicate wings along her nerves—to sprint out of her lair, before you even realise the warmth of her breath against your cheeks is gone. 

within seconds, your eyebrows shoot up at the sound of a muffled scream coming from outside, unmistakeably high-pitched and frustrated—which is quickly followed by several more screams, and a splash of which you can only assume was one of her friends getting knocked into the lagoon by a wayward tentacle. 

and—though you definitely let out a loud giggle at the effect you had on the girl, after just a few simple words—as you still sit, chained up in the vk’s lair, you wonder if you’ve somehow just gotten yourself into and even stickier situation than literally being kidnapped by villains. 

(but, when another scream echoes through the mouth of the lair, and you giddily picture uliana’s flustered expression as her eyes blow wide with memories of your face pressed right in front of hers, you can’t find it in yourself to regret a single thing.)

(though, you do think that seeing uliana’s expression if you had actually kissed her, would have been priceless.)

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Charming, Hook & Morgie HCs

Charming originally shared a dorm with Hades. That didn't work out. Upon becoming acquainted with a certain heir of Morgana le Fay he asked-- practically begging-- to see if he could stay over for a night. He hasn't left since then.

Hook and Charming upon first seeing each other had cat fight within Morgie (and Hook's) dorm. Everything was fine after, only a few chunks of hair were lost and there were minimal cuts. Morgie gets his own bed to himself and Charming and Hook switch between a hammock and the other bed.

Hook is the most depressed, anxiety ridden and mentally ill one out of the three.

Hook calls Charming by several names such as: Charlie or Charms.

Morgie is the only one with a will.

Hook still has his flirty demeanor to both of them you can see its affects more physically with Morgie and emotionally with Charming. Oh did I mention Hook hates himself for flirting and honestly sees himself as a manipulator.

Charming often makes cookies once or twice every month for his "roommates". Butterscotch for Morgie and raw cookie dough for Hook.

Hook is strangely good at skateboarding he doesn't like it though.

Morgie grows multiple hanging plants and herbs from the ceilings or outside on the balcony.

All three of them make this elaborate plot when their dorms are inspected, Hades typically sees Charming on these days before the prince flees again.

Morgie asked Charming what type of Bi he was when Charming came out of the closet. "Bilingual, Bipolar, Bisexual?" Hook was dying of laughter afterward.

Charming is a dense sleeper whereas Hook is a light sleeper. Anything could wake him up.

Morgie is constantly caught in the crossfire of a sword duel in the most random parts of the day.

Charming is an artist :3 and he and Hook hold some respect for each other's materials-- if you consider eyeliner or the pirate's face art.

Charming has a fast metabolism so Morgie and Hook are constantly smuggling food to the prince during passing periods or late hours.

Charming is the only one that has had any solid relationships out of all three of them. He teases Hook (as his flirting skills are far more superior that Charming's) and tells his happy days to Morgie.

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i think we've already met.

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the fanfiction in my head is soooo good wish you guys could see this

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Could you do a Morgie & Hook x fem!reader where the reader is kind of quiet and somewhat shy? Like the reader caught their attention and they're both trying to hang out with her but she's kind of intimidated bc she's friends with Bridget and Ella??

pairings: james hook x morgie le fay x fem!reader

genre: it’s a whole lot of silly flirting fluff, but reader is constantly being tormented so… /silly

warnings: poison?

note: shoutout to ella for being the best badass bestfriend ever

you keep your head ducked as you frantically scribble in your notebook, desperately trying to concentrate on your homework between uneven breaths and a heartbeat so rapid you genuinely fear it might shatter from the raptures. 

on either side of you, sits the reasons why—even while sitting down—you feel helplessly dizzy; morgie le fay and james hook. to your left, the pirate sits atop the bench, looming over you with a razor-sharp smirk and an even sharper metal hook reaching out to run down your shoulder in a cold caress. and to your right, also sitting above you on the bench table, the shapeshifter talks in such a sweet voice, that you’ve been trying your very best to tune out since the moment these boys invaded your studying in the courtyard. 

you feel pitiful for it, but can’t help the way your hands anxiously shake, as you flip another page, and turn to look back at the open book you’ve been taking notes on.

but, when your eyes flit to one of the two only spots you feel safe looking at right now—lest the beasts mercilessly hunting down their pray catch you in their grasps—you find the next paragraph obscured by a ringed finger steadily tracing along the messily hand-written words. 

your breath catches in your throat as a frowning face appears in front your lowered gaze, your already tense muscles freezing, as morgie tries to tilt his head until it’s upside down so he can discern what’s written in the book facing you. 

“what’s that mean?” he chirps as his finger stalls on a certain sentence, leaning down even lower to try to catch your eye. 

but you curl further in on yourself, praying a cocoon will just wrap itself around you and keep you hidden, until you morph into a creature that can fly far away from the unrelenting grins and unabashed flirting that makes your head spin. 

you wrap a hand around the thick book, in an attempt to wrench it away from prying eyes—and perhaps, even, goodness forbid, finally get a chance to pack your things up and escape.

“princess,” a chiding voice stops you, your head snapping up in shock to face james, as he frowns at you, “he asked you a question.” 

there’s something solid stuck inside your mouth that stings your skin like fire; every time you swallow it’s like there’s needles dripping down your throat, and every time your lips part to take a breath you’re overcome with a horrible urge to surge forward and kiss either of the boys right in front of you—but you force yourself to swallow it all down, and try to find your voice.

“i— uh—” 

the boys watch silently as your wide eyes stay glued to james, even as you unconsciously try to shuffle away from him, only to bump into morgie’s legs on the other side. 

“the book is— it was originally written by, uh, this wizard,” your stutter, “he was said to be, like, driven mad by his magic so— so the original manuscript, i-it was— is sort of, um, nonsensical, in some places…” 

james hums—as if he could care less about some tome written a hundred years ago—as his hook finds your chin, and turns you to face the person you were meant to be answering in the first place, instead of gaping at himself. 

you’d thought peering right into the eyes of someone who looked at you like he wanted to swallow you whole was hard enough to survive—but quickly find you weren’t anywhere near ready to turn and see morgie, smiling at you like you hung the same enchanting stars that twinkle in his eyes. 

“wow,” he grins, fidgeting with the several rings on his fingers that you have to actively remind yourself not to stare at, “you’re really smart.” 

“oh—” you all but squeak, scrambling as you have no idea how to respond to such a genuine comment that makes your heart swell, and the urge to do things you know you shouldn’t keeps getting so much harder to ignore, “t-thanks, but this is actually just, uh, regular studying material from witches & the occult 101—” 

“which you’d already know if you actually attended class, instead of spending your free time tormenting my friend.”

you whip around faster than a certain sorcerer bounding towards you every morning, as you recognise the familiar stern voice—and let yourself breathe a sigh of relief for the first time in at least half an hour, at the sight of ella across the courtyard. 

she stands tall with crossed arms and a no-nonsense frown piercing through your company, her eyes whirl with an admittedly terrifying severeness that you only ever see come out when she’s defending someone—though her glare briefly melts into concern when it meets yours, silently promising that she’ll make quick work of anyone who bothers you, before swiftly switching back to a stern glower the second they flicker away from yours. 

(ella is well aware of the vk’s that recently can’t seem to leave you alone; no stranger to your constant complaints of them stopping you on the way to class or tracking you down even in the most hidden hallways. and while she definitely notices the odd switch in their behaviour—when morgie insists on holding your hand as it swings by your sides, or the one time she caught hook watching you almost tenderly when you weren’t looking—and can’t ignore her festering confusion at why they’re suddenly acting so weird; she still knows just how stressed you’ve become over their constant presence. and the lack of a clear answer as to exactly why they’re suddenly so overbearing with you, has only made her trust the bullies even less.) 

“woah now, calm down lass,” james slides down to sit beside you, “i think you can survive one afternoon without your lovely friend.” 

ella’s glare only grows fiercer as james leans even closer to you. and you swear you almost hear him squeal in fear when, as he drapes his arm around your shoulders, ella sneers at him in a disgust so aggressive you (and he) wonders whether she might be about to bite his head clean off. 

but before you can figure out if the feeling of his hold on you nervously easing ever so slightly is all in your head or not, morgie all but leaps down from his seat on the table, and joins his friend in clinging to your side.

“we were just hanging out,” his hand finds yours, before meeting you with a bright smile that has you forgetting he’s capable of being anything but painfully adorable, “right?”

your best friend’s eyes squint, as she takes in the sight of the boys wrapped around you—and instead of trying to wriggle your way out of their hold, she can’t believe her eyes when she finds you (surelyunconsciously) leaning into james’s side, and squeezing morgie’s hand. 

but, one thing ella isn’t confused about, is the way your eyes bulge like you’re a soft toy being squeezed at the neck—and she can tell, that if you don’t free yourself from this entanglement of limbs before morgie’s head nuzzles into the crook of your neck, you might literally explode. 

so she clears her throat, and reveals a vial of deep green liquid. 

“also, if you didn’t skip all your classes, you’d know that we just spent three weeks in alchemy making deadly dragon’s vinegar,” she takes slow, threatening, steps towards your bench, “and you’d be aware of just how poisonous it is.” 

in a flash, ella pulls the cork from the bottle, and waves the foul-smelling vial from side to side—and as if the very odour repels them, the boys recoil, and let you slip out of their hold. 

“alright let’s not—”

“and, if you weren’t too busy pulling pranks to actually study, you’d know how to make the antidote—” ella doesn’t stop approaching them with steps so haunting they echo throughout the courtyard, “—in case i were to just…”

morgie yelps as he scrambles away from the bench, and james stumbles backwards, as his wide eyes stay trained on the poison ella had just been about to tip onto the both of them. 

“okay, okay! we get it!” james shouts with his hand gravitating towards the sheath of his sword, a hook outstretched to keep the girl at a safe distance, and morgie clutching his shoulders as he peeks up from his hiding spot behind his pirate, “we’re leaving now, yeah? just don’t come any closer!” 

(and even as they flee with their tails between their legs, james throws you a wink as if you didn’t just watch his heart leap out of his chest, and morgie yells out a rushed “see you later!” that sounds admirably well-spirited for someone still scared half to death.)

the moment they disappear around the corner, ella makes quick work of sealing and pocketing the vial, and coming over to help (neatly) pile all of your books and stationery into your bag. 

but, even as the sun shines and the birds sing songs of your freedom, you can’t help but stay fixed where you sit on the bench—frowning to yourself at the imagined indents in the wood where morgie and james had just been. 

“you didn’t have to scare them off…” you mutter in a tone your friend considers dangerously close to forlorn. 

she shrugs as she tucks a scrap of paper into the page you’re up to, inside the big book that arguably started this all, “it’s not my fault they don’t bother to learn what plant growth serum looks like.” 

“ella,” you whine, but can’t help but giggle at the notion of your boys believing so called ‘deadly dragon’s vinegar’ to be real. 

she gestures for you to finally get up from your seat, and links your arm with hers, while her other carries your book bag, “yeah…” you sigh, as you attempt to reach over and relieve her of the weight, but fail when she keeps dodging your hand, “but, like, what if they don’t…” come back—what if they’re scared off for good, and you never see them again?

ella raises an eyebrow, uttering your name slowly, “you’re acting really weird—” 

“what? no! i’m—” 

“—i’m telling bridget.” 

“—no?!” you whirl around, panickedly grasping your friend’s forearms, “you can’t, she’ll totally love spell them, or me! and then it’ll be a whole mess!”

“and why would she love spell anyone? considering you, y’know, ‘hate that evil pirate and his evil snake’” 

you wince as she recounts words you’d said to her just last night, all while secretly imagining what it would feel like to run your fingers through their hair, “because— uh—” 

“uh huh,” ella interrupts you knowingly, nodding with raised eyebrows to make it very clear that she can see right through you—but still fondly rolls her eyes, as she extricates herself from your iron grip, “i love you, but you have awful taste.” 

[ulianaaa]

ours || poly! uliana's crew x reader

|| note: AHHHH IM SO EXCITED FOR ALL OF YOU TO READ THIS

|| pairings: uliana x reader, hook x reader, morgie x reader, hades x reader, maleficent x reader, maleficent x hades

|| poly, fluff, jealousy

|| from the author: my favorite characters from rise of red mwa mwa

-fic under the cut-

The corridors of Merlin’s Academy were alive with activity, filled with a mix of students from different backgrounds—royals, villains, and everyone in between. You walked through the halls with a confident stride, a natural result of your royal upbringing. Yet, behind that confidence was a heart that had been captured by a rather unconventional group.

Uliana, Hook, Morgie, Hades, and Maleficent—they were your everything.

Your relationship with them had started slowly, each bond forming in its own time, like pieces of a puzzle falling into place. Uliana, with her sly smiles and endless charm, was the first to draw you in. Hook followed with his reckless grin and roguish wit. Morgie’s quiet strength, Hades’ surprisingly warm heart, and Maleficent’s fierce protectiveness—all of them had captured your heart in their own unique ways.

And they had captured each other’s too. Love flowed freely between all of you, a beautiful, tangled web of affection that defied the expectations of the world around you.

But today, something felt off.

You were outside by the fountain, chatting with your friends—Bridget, Ella, and Charming—when you noticed Uliana, Hook, Morgie, Hades, and Maleficent watching from a distance. Their expressions were tight, their postures stiff. Something was wrong.

After saying goodbye to your friends, you made your way over to them. “Hey, what’s going on?”

Uliana’s usual smirk was missing as she glanced at the others. Hook was the first to speak, his voice laced with a rare vulnerability. “(Y/N), why are you with us?”

You blinked, confused by the question. “What do you mean?”

Morgie sighed, crossing his arms as he leaned against a tree. “You’re a royal, (Y/N). You have everything—the status, the friends, the perfect life. Why would you want to be with a bunch of misfits like us?”

The words hit you like a punch to the gut. You looked around at them, seeing the insecurity and doubt in their eyes. Even Maleficent, usually so composed, looked unsure, her gaze fixed on the ground.

Hades was the one who broke the silence. “You could have anyone, (Y/N). Why choose us? We’re not like you. We’re... not enough.”

Your heart ached at the sight of their pain. You stepped forward, reaching for Uliana’s hand first. “You’re all more than enough for me. I don’t care about being a royal or what anyone else thinks. I care about you—all of you.”

You turned to Hook, placing a hand on his cheek. “You make me laugh like no one else can.”

Then to Morgie, brushing your fingers against his. “You’re strong and steady, always there when I need you.”

You faced Hades next, cupping his face in your hands. “You have the kindest heart, even if you try to hide it.”

And finally, to Maleficent, who met your gaze with uncertainty. “You’re fierce and protective, and I love that about you.”

You took a step back so you could see all of them at once. “I love you all for who you are. That’s why I’m with you—because you make me feel like I’m home.”

Uliana was the first to react, pulling you into a tight embrace. “I’m sorry,” she murmured into your hair. “We were just... scared, I guess.”

Hook joined in, wrapping his arms around both of you. “Yeah, we’re idiots.”

Morgie, Hades, and Maleficent followed, surrounding you in a warm, protective circle. “We’re lucky to have you,” Morgie said softly.

“And I’m lucky to have you,” you replied, squeezing them all tightly.

The tension melted away, replaced by the comforting warmth of being with the people you loved most in the world. Whatever doubts they had, you were determined to dispel them, to show them every day just how much they meant to you.

The next day, everything seemed to return to normal, or so you thought. You spent the morning attending classes, and during lunch, you hung out with your friends—Bridget, Ella, and Charming. They were laughing about something when Bridget’s expression grew serious.

“(Y/N), can we talk for a second?” Bridget asked, her tone low.

You nodded, curious but not alarmed. “Sure, what’s up?”

Ella and Charming exchanged glances before Ella spoke. “It’s about Uliana, Hook, Morgie, Hades, and Maleficent. They’ve been... well, they’ve been pulling pranks. Mean ones.”

Your stomach dropped. “What do you mean?”

Charming sighed, running a hand through his hair. “They’ve been targeting other students. Specifically, other royals.”

“They’re trying to prove something,” Bridget added, her voice gentle. “I don’t think it’s malicious, but it’s definitely causing problems.”

You felt a mix of disappointment and frustration. This wasn’t like them—not the people you knew and loved. But you also remembered the conversation you had with them the day before, how they had expressed their insecurities about your relationship. It all made sense now.

“Thanks for telling me,” you said, your voice steady. “I’ll handle it.”

You found them later that afternoon, gathered in their usual spot. They were laughing, clearly pleased with themselves over something. But when they saw you approaching, their smiles faltered.

“(Y/N), what’s wrong?” Uliana asked, noticing the serious expression on your face.

You crossed your arms, not bothering to mask your disappointment. “I know about the pranks.”

Their reactions varied—Uliana looked guilty, Hook tried to play it off with a grin, Morgie and Maleficent avoided your gaze, and Hades sighed deeply.

“Why?” you asked, your voice filled with hurt. “Why would you do something like this?”

“(Y/N), it’s not a big deal,” Hook started, but you cut him off.

“It is a big deal, Hook. You’re hurting people because you’re insecure. You’re trying to prove something that doesn’t need proving.”

Uliana frowned, her guilt turning to defensiveness. “They had it coming. Those royals look down on us. They think we’re nothing but trouble.”

“And you’re proving them right by acting like this!” you shot back. “You’re better than this. All of you are.”

Morgie finally spoke up, his voice subdued. “We just... we didn’t want to lose you. They have so much to offer, and we’re just...”

You softened at his words, your heart aching for them. “I chose you. I choose you every day. But this? This isn’t the way to handle it.”

Hades, who had been silent until now, stepped forward, taking your hand in his. “We’re sorry, (Y/N). We didn’t think it would get this far.”

You squeezed his hand, looking at each of them in turn. “You don’t need to prove anything to me. I love you for who you are, not for what you think you should be. I don’t want to see you hurting others because of your insecurities.”

Maleficent finally spoke, her voice low but sincere. “We won’t do it again. We’ll make it right.”

Uliana nodded, her earlier defensiveness melting away. “We’ll fix this, (Y/N). We promise.”

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, feeling the tension leave your shoulders. “Thank you. I don’t want to see you guys hurt anyone, but I also don’t want to see you hurting yourselves with this kind of behavior.”

They all moved closer, surrounding you in a group hug that felt as warm and comforting as ever. Uliana pressed a kiss to your temple, Hook wrapped an arm around your waist, Morgie rested his forehead against yours, Hades held you close, and Maleficent gently touched your cheek.

“We love you, (Y/N),” Uliana whispered, and the others murmured their agreement.

“And I love you,” you replied, your voice thick with emotion. “We’re in this together, okay? No more doubts, no more pranks. Just us.”

They nodded, and you knew they meant it. The love you shared was stronger than any insecurities, any doubts. And together, you would face whatever challenges came your way, hand in hand.

[ulianaaa]

Catch me if I Fall

Chloe Charming x Red x Pan!Reader

Requested by @carcarrose2020

Synopsis: your dad Peter Pan visits you on family and friends day. It embarrasses you and leaves you at the mercy of cruel teenagers, but your girlfriends are here to help.

Warnings: not proofread, the tiniest mention of death, anxiety, fear of heights. Angst. Peter sucks as a dad.

Word count: 2.8k

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Your life was so great, you had the best girlfriends in the world, your grades were pretty good despite your head constantly being elsewhere and you were happy! That is until the other kids found out you were Peter Pans daughter. You loved your dad, but he was too goofy and blunt at times.

It all went to hell on Family and Friends day. Your dad was fashionably late to it, which put you in a sour mood. For the majority of the day you stood in the corner watching Red and Chloe catch up with their families. All you had was your shadow, who was just as sad as you were. Several people kept looking at you weird, making you debate whether or not you should just leave.

Before you could, a thin green blur came hurdling down from out of nowhere, landing directly on one of the snack tables. He landed on his feet but ended up kicking off everything in a big crash. He whips his head around in search of you. His hat slips a little in doing so.

Once he reaches you his eyes light up. “There’s my little lost girl!” He yells. You feel your palms grow sweaty from all of the attention that now fell on you. He hops off of the table and runs to you, giving you a noogie on your head.

“D-dad you’re messing up my hair!” You whisper shrilly. He just laughs. He steps away with an exaggerated frown.

“What? Not even a hello first? Oh well, I’m happy to finally see you” he says. You grit your teeth a little.

“Well you could have responded to my letters…” you sigh, he hates reading.

“Oh those were from you! I thought it was just a report card, you know I don’t care about any of that boring stuff.” Even though it wasn’t your fault, he manages to make you feel that way a little bit. Maybe if you put a smiley face he’d be more inclined to open it.

“Yeah, just- it’s not like you’d get a report card every week.” You cross your arms and slump a little. “And I know you don’t care about stuff that involves effort, but all A’s and B’s is pretty good.” He’d be more proud of you did a stupid magic trick. His shadow gives you a thumbs up, making you crack a little smile. “Thanks Shadow.”

He pretends to think for a moment, “Well, next time I get a letter, I’ll open it. After I’m done reading we can recycle it into drawing paper!” He starts bouncing. You feel a deep rage pool in your stomach.

“Dad you aren’t supposed to do that,” you object. He huffs and holds up his pointer finger.

“Come on, I’m not supposed to fly but I do that anyway. You should try it you know? It’s fun.”

“No dad, no flying.” You say, this is like the third time you’ve had to tell him, he knows you’re afraid of heights.

“Anyways I gotta go soon, but shadow here was so excited to see you I had to let him!” His shadow waves shyly. Sometimes you liked him better than your own dad.

You wave back but stop as your eyes widen.

“B-but you just got here!” You say. He smiles awkwardly in response.

“Y-yeah, sorry about that, I promised the boys that I would play hide and go seek, you know how it is on neverland…” he excuses weakly. You scoff.

“Dad, you cannot be serious-“

“Usually never,” he interrupts, “but this place is no fun so I better get going.” He scratches his chin. “But I’ll read your letters.” He agrees. You know he feels bad but he shouldn’t be choosing that over seeing you anyways.

Well thanks but-

Bye!” He gives you a quick hug and just like that, flies away. His shadow tries to stay but gets pulled up with him. Now that he’s gone you can see everyone looking at you still and just book it. The whole thing was humiliating. You know not growing up is his thing but every second is a painful reminder you will never be his priority because taking care of you is no fun.

You find your way to your shared dorm, just deciding to sleep away the rest of the day. When your girlfriends get back to the room they get worried. They had no idea your dad was so… young and foolish. They come in to see you asleep.

“Red, we should let her sleep,” Chloe says. Red reluctantly agrees.

“Fine, but tomorrow we should make sure she’s okay. Her dad acted like he wanted nothing to do with her. Which, doesn’t make sense!” Red’s fist clench. She wanted to go and talk to you but even now that her mom is nice, Bridget still had a very possessive nature.

“I agree but please keep it down, she probably wants to sleep anyways.” Chloe gives Red a pat on the back. Red frowns.

“Come to think of it he came like really late, it felt like we were with our families for hours before he showed up and then he said like two things and left.” Red crosses her arms.

“She never mentioned him being like that, like we knew he was her dad but I didn’t know he was still doing that boy wonder act. He should be well into his fifties by now and he acted like he was six,” Chloe adds, pacing.

“He looked like he was 20 though, so he’s older than he was in the stories about him but still. Y/n’a like 19, they’re already pretty much the same age physically.” Red scrunches her face.

“I guess that makes more sense why she’s always seemed to act older. If I had a dad like that I wouldn’t want to be so careless either, she probably had to parent herself” Chloe and Red start connecting the dots.

“Well, let’s keep an eye on that I guess,” Red sighs and starts making her way to her bed.

“Yeah, for sure.” Chloe nods and starts putting her hair up in a bonnet and takes her makeup off. Stopping Red she says, “Y/n might already be asleep but you’re not missy. Take off your makeup before you are.”

“Ugh fine.”

*****

The next morning, when both Chloe and Red wake up, you are nowhere to be found. You weren’t in the bathroom getting ready, you weren’t at breakfast… Chloe and Red were getting nervous. The only thing that calmed them down was when they noticed you took your homework that was originally on your desk, meaning you’d be in class later.

Until then, you roamed the halls trying to get your dad off of your mind. He was more like a brother if anything. Right now would have been a great rock kicking moment but you were inside. You know it wasn’t a good idea avoiding Red and Chloe… you’d see them in your castle-economics class later anyways. It’s not like you were royalty but you took it so you could be with them.

You pause when you hear a snicker and look up. There was a group of kids pointing and whispering at you.

“I can see you, you know that right?” You raise an eyebrow.

One of them replies, “Oh we know.” They weren’t anyone important, some snooty royal kids. They weren’t even the popular ones.

“Hey, what’s it like having a squirrel raise you? You must be pretty nutty!” They all burst out in laughter. While you love a good pun that was cruel.

“I’m just- I’m gonna go” you start walking and another yells,

“Here we go! Make sure you hold onto your pixie dust, lost girl!” You say loudly,

“I don’t even have any.” You start walking a little quicker.

Thankfully none of them are in your castle-economics class which is next. But… Chloe and Red are so you’ve got another thing to deal with.

You walk in and pick a seat in the farther back, not too many kids are there. As they trickle in one by one you get more nervous to see your girlfriends walk in.

“There you are!” Chloe gasps, yanking Reds hand to sit next to you. You swear you hear someone say-

“Ooh trouble in Neverland.”

“Hey guys,” you smile, “sorry I wasn’t there this morning. I was taking a little walk.” The pit already in your stomach starts to grow.

“Yeah…” Red gives you a suspicious look.

Chloe just looks worried, her head tilting a little. “Did you eat?” You shake your head.

“No, but I’m not that hungry either.”

“Alright class, pipe down! Today we’re going over budgeting for a ball. I trust you have your homework, please pass it up.” Your teacher, Mother Goose asks. You give the person in front of you your homework and they do so too. But right after they turn back to you.

“I’m surprised you even know what a ball is, where you live they play on stick banjos and logs.” They whisper, snicker, and turn around. You just look down, not wanting to see your girlfriends’ reactions to the dig.

“Hey asshole-“ you hear besides you, it’s obviously Red. You grab her hand underneath the desk and look her in the eyes in a silent plea for her to stop.

“Quiet all of you, now onto today’s lesson…”

Eventually class ends, despite you barely retaining anything it seemed to go on forever. You slowly get up and walk out with your girlfriends. Before you can walk too far away Red grabs your shoulder and turns you back around.

“Hi there-“ you squeak.

Chloe looks at you very worried, “are you alright? We saw what happened yesterday-“

“Yeah everyone did!” You snap, quickly after, you take a deep breath and apologize.

“It’s alright we can tell something is up. Have a lot of people been saying things like what Laury said in class?” She asks. You shake your head no nervously.

“That’s bull babe, come on, tell us” Red puts a hand on your shoulder. You look away.

“Just like a few things so far, it’s no big deal. Can we please talk about this later? I have to get to my next class, I don’t like being late.” You mumble the last part.

“It is a big deal but yes, you can go, we’re walking you there!” Chloe objects, you actually break a smile.

“Thanks.”

The walk there is a little silent but with a farewell you won’t have to face them till after school.

*****

It’s finally the end of the school day, you just have to put something in your locker before you can relax in your girlfriends’ lovely arms. You put the last book in when someone behind you says your name. You turn around.

“Yes?” You question, the person happens to be one of the meaner kids at the school. They are giving you a wicked grin that causes a twist in your stomach.

“I heard you’ve never flown like your dad before, figured I’d help out!” They yell and before you can register it, they blow a fistful of pixie dust on you. You think you’re okay for a second because if you don’t believe you don’t fly. The notion is immediately turned down by the bully and the fact you are starting to float.

“Oh and uh, this stuff has certain buffs to really make sure it helps.” You rise higher and higher till you’re about 8 feet off the ground. Your stomach goes into a fluttery sick kind of feeling and you get dizzy with fear. You let out a little shriek.

“S-somebody please, please get me down.” Your feet dangle back and forth- while you thank god you don’t go any higher, you feel like fainting more with every second. A bunch of thoughts of falling and twisting or breaking something and even the question could you die runs through your head.

“Please!” You gasp. A few people start laughing at you and you start shaking more. Why is no one helping me?

You’re so frozen with fear you don’t see your girlfriends’ come see what the commotion was about. Before you can see them, you feel yourself start to become heavy. The dust wears off completely right after and you plummet with a scream. As it feels like time slows down, you close your eyes and embrace as much as you can from impact. Instead, you feel strong arms catch you. You’re still in shock until your name is said by Red who stands next to you in Chloe’s arms.

You carefully peel an eye open, “I-I’m safe.” You say in disbelief. “You saved me.” You blush as you look around and see everyone go quiet, they clearly didn’t know you would just fall like that. Red turns at them angrily.

“Scram!” She yells and everyone awkwardly scatters, the culprit among them.

“Are you okay!” Chloe frets, setting you down gently and checking you over.

“I-I guess, I- I’m terrified of heights, can’t stand them,” you admit. So badly does Red want to say duh, but she holds it back.

“Yeah, that’s understandable, and even someone who wasn’t afraid of heights would be scared in that situation babe,” she says instead, speaking with her hands a little. You exhale and try and mentally regulate.

“Yeah, um, can we please go back to our dorm,” softly ask. Both of them nod vigorously and rap an arm each around you. You get there, just barely holding back a sob that unleashes once inside. You turn around and bury your head in their shoulders and hug them. Red is a little shocked but pats your head. Chloe rubbs your back and coos.

She sighs into your hair and softly says, “It’s okay baby, let it all out.” Red nods.

She tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear and continues petting your hair. “We’re here for you.” The two glance at one another, not actually saying anything till the sobs subsided.

“Do you wanna talk about it baby?” Chloe asks, pulling away to look into your eyes.

Your voice is sniffly; “no… but it would be good for me.” They don’t say anything to signal that you have the floor if you want it.

“I- I don’t really get along with my dad that well and he’s a lot, as you now know. I just feel like he’ll love me regardless but I’ll never come first. And I just wish he’d grow up instead of embarrass me acting like a child. And I can’t fly with him because of my fears, it makes it hard to bond. And I guess everyone just likes making fun of the fact I’m basically the same age as my dad or that I’m some kid from some random island.” You take a deep breath. A weight was taken off your chest, you’ve never really voiced any of your troubles to anyone. They hold your hands.

“Oh Princess, that must be so hard. I get being ashamed of your parents, my mom used to be awful. But I’m here for you, Chloe too. We just want you happy and we can make sure other people don’t mess with you.” Red replies, trying to connect with you. All she wants is to see a smile be put back in your face, a good one.

Chloe nods. “Yeah sweets, we’ll make sure they don’t. And you can talk to us about this anytime you need to get something off your chest. Wanna watch a movie and cuddle?” She puts a hand on your cheek and you melt into it. Your heart flutters.

“Thank you both, you do know how to make me feel better.” You manage a smile. “And I would love nothing more than to do that.”

Red smirks and leads you to the bed, making sure you’re all cozy before dragging Chloe in too.

“I think a comedy is a good theme for tonight!” Chloe suggests, to which you give a hum of approval.

“As long as it doesn’t have anything to do with flying or heights in general” you say, but you’re still happy.

“Can do!” Chloe selects a comedy all three of you had mentioned wanting to watch. It was a romantic comedy too.

Red puts her hand on Chloe’s arm quickly. “Before you click play Chloe there’s something we should do.”

She smiles at you before capturing you in a kiss and a bunch of pecks. Chloe clears her throat, causing Red to stop and look up. She takes the opportunity to kiss you deeply too. You smile into the kisses. Everything’s gonna be alright after all.

[ulianaaa]

Just a short cute thing where Fem! Reader and Maleficent are dating and Mal just loves teasing her gf by turning into her dragon form in small

Pure fluff, thank u :>

“Short cute” is speaking my language rn. So glad to be back to writing long stuff but between these and writing a layout for a Dead Boy Detectives fic I needed a good head canon or Drabble 🖤

Also I wrote and edited this whole thing while on the clock at work so forgive me if something is a little odd, I HATE typing on mobile because it’s easier to get typos.

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Maleficent x Reader

Pronouns used: she/her/hers

Summary: watching her girlfriend study can get just so boring

Warnings: descriptions of Maleficent turning into a dragon but it’s really nothing (at least as a horror and body horror fan it’s absolutely nothing but I’ll warn you just in case), fluff

Word Count: 1.1K

Pic because finding gifs of my girl (who’s almost always background or literally on Hades lol) is so hard

She can’t say no one warned her. Of course, Maleficent thought her girlfriend hung the sun, she was humanities own light source. All aglow when she was excited and warm enough that the dark fae was constantly convinced she had a fever. She was obsessed with her, but that doesn’t mean the rest of her friends lied when they said dating a hero kid could get so boring. Not that (Y/n) in general was boring, it was actually pretty easy to get her running around with the villains, but when she felt like being good? She could get obnoxiously good. Like straight As helping out in soup kitchens type of good. Which if the pixie was honest, she found that side of her girlfriend extremely endearing. Sometimes she even wonders if that sweet half of her is what saw Maleficent as worthy for her. Not that she’d ever admit to that out loud, it would wreck her image. If the fact that she could watch the girl complete mundane tasks in complete infatuation didn’t already kill her image. Or at least she normally could watch her like that.

The girl had been studying for an hour, rewriting her notes in a decorative and color coded way that she swore made it easier for her to study. “Rewriting it makes me think about it harder, Mali. Engraves it into my memory.” It sounded like an excuse to her, seemed to her that the girl just liked to look at pretty things. Not that she minded, whatever she wanted to do was fine by her, (Y/n) was her own woman. And Maleficent loved to be the pretty thing she was looking at, so who was she to complain about other ones? But Mali was starting to wonder if she and Tinkerbell had something in common. If she didn’t get her girlfriend’s attention soon she was sure she’d just fall over and just die. She was growing weaker by the second, she was positive of that. And getting the girl’s attention away from swirling pretty calligraphy into a notebook was proving to be impossible.

Every nuzzle to her neck was met with a playful push. Kissing her face just earned the pixie a “Mali, doll, I’m working.” It was infuriating. Why let her in if (Y/n) only planned on ignoring her? Her pale arms make their way around the princess’ waist, face falling against the girl’s back with a dramatic sigh. “I’m almost done, Doll. Just two more pages.” Two more? That won’t do, she needs more attention now. “Come on,” she drags the word out pulling away from her girlfriend with a whine. “Since when are you so good?” “I’ve always been good, Doll. You’re the villain between us, remember?” She uncaps a different pen, readjusting the notebook before her. “You don’t seem so good when you’re out running around with me and the other VKs. You ask how high when Uliana says just just like Morgie does.” It gets her a hum, pen tapping against the page in the speedy pattern. “Yeah well, if I make Uli happy she’ll do my hair. No one else here can braid like she can.” Mali laughs, “Fine, then if we can’t cuddle, let’s go see if she’ll do your hair. Give me something.” “I’ll be done soon.” She scoffs, lightly smacking the back of the girl’s shoulder, “You said you were doing homework.” (Y/n)’s eyes roll, sparing the girl a look over her shoulder, “Studying is homework, Mali.” Now her eyes roll, throwing herself back on the bed, “This isn’t studying. Studying is reading over notes, this is some other thing.” She hums, “Maybe that’s why my grades are higher than yours.” It’s a playful remark, the girl poking her tongue out at the pixie before turning back to her work.

She wants to play? Okay, they can play. She cuts a look to the girl, a pen cap held loosely in her mouth as she delicately drags a pen brush across a page. She was distracted enough. Turning into a large dragon took far too much energy from her, but a small one? One that could fit right in the girl’s lap? That was easy. Maleficent could barely feel it as her bones gave way. Shoulder blades and vertebrae stretching out to form the structure of wings. Purple scales forcing their way through pale skin, tearing their way into veins to beseen. She hasn’t let wings of any kind come out in so long, it felt heavenly. The stretch making her suppress a whimper. She desperately needed to do this more, instead of just when she felt the need to harass her way into getting what she wants.

Slowly, careful not to make too much noise, she flaps her wings, once, twice. By the third time, when she realized the sound wasn’t alerting (Y/n), she knew she could take flight. Fluttering through the dorm, she lands on the girl’s dresser, blowing a small puff of flames onto a candle then settling beside it. Waiting, glowing green eyes trained on the girl who had playfully become her prey. The smell of smoke would alert her, it always did. Lilac and smoke slowly and softly fill the air, making the princess look up, worried eyes glancing around the room before landing on her dresser. “Really? You’re that desperate for me?” Desperate? No, she was anything but that. While her eyes are away from the page, Maleficent takes flight again, swooping up the pens the girl was using before fluttering over her head.

“Mali, you’re just prolonging how long it will be before I can lay back and cuddle with you. You know that, right?” Her hand shoots up for her pens and the dragon flies closer to the ceiling. “This is ridiculous, you are being ridiculous.” Pens clatter into the wastebasket by the girl’s desk, the dragon swooping in to fill the girl’s lap before she can get up to retrieve them. “Are all fae this needy or just you?” The question is met with a nuzzle against her stomach, the dragon refusing to get too close to her skin in case she’d scratch the delicate stretch of flesh.

Sighing, the girl closes her two notebooks, pushing them to the side before she lays back. “If I take a little study break will you let me finish my work without whining?” The dragon crawls up her stomach, tilting her head to the side. Sweeten the deal. “If we cuddle?” Letting out a sigh, Mali curls up on the girl’s chest, her head laying just so close to her heart she feels as if she’s hearing the lubb-Dubb of it in her own head. “You’re not gonna turn back into a girl for me? Made you wait so long that I only deserve scales?” It’s not a complaint, not a real one at least. Her nails digging into the space between two wings, a glorious scratching sensation that makes Maleficent’s eyes lull closed. She was never above playing if the Royal wanted to play. She was always the winner of the girl’s long games.

[ulianaaa]

and now for part 3! | part 1 | part 2