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blueblossomrose · 3 months ago

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Pairing: Jack the Ripper / Jack Smith x Fem!Reader

Content: fem!reader, reader is kind of oblivious to everything and doesn't realize that Jack likes her. 'Fluffy' with lots of macabre writing touches because it's Jack, obviously. It is impossible to talk about Jack without talking about murder. Mentions of blood, obsession (but not exactly from Jack's side), spoilers for Jack's spin-off. Yet, this is a fanfic and differs some things from canon.

Note(s): I posted this in my Shuumatsu book on Wattpad and thought it was good here too and all 😭

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[Name] smiled happily after finishing a delicious strawberry cake recipe. The sweet aroma of fresh fruit and freshly baked dough filled the small kitchen, illuminated by a soft golden light of the evening that passed through the flowery curtains of the window.

“Hmmm, it looks delicious! Now I just have to try it.” Before she could finish the sentence, a shiver ran down her spine when she noticed, out of the corner of her eye, a silhouette standing on the balcony. The spatula slipped from her hand and fell to the floor with a dry sound. “Mr. Smith!” she exclaimed in surprise, putting her hands to her chest, her heart racing. Jack was there, elegantly bowed, his blood-red top hat in his hands, his coat of the same shade swaying slightly in the cold night breeze.

“Please forgive me. I didn’t mean to scare you.” Jack said in a melodic voice, his previously somber face now softened by a gentle smile. "I was walking through these charming streets, lost in thought... I ended up tripping and had a little accident," he touched the side of his abdomen, discreetly revealing the dried blood stain staining the gray fabric of his Victorian suit. "I remembered that you lived around here and thought I could ask for a little help…"

Her eyes widened immediately. "Oh, my God! Are you hurt?!" she exclaimed, running to the door and opening it with force. "Come in! Quickly!"

He entered with a ceremonious air, but the gleam in his eyes betrayed the slight delight he felt at her great concern.

When she turned to get a clean cloth and some water, he have an almost fascinated look. Seeing this young woman, so sweet and distracted, completely oblivious to his monstrous nature, awakened something bittersweet in him — a mixture of desire and melancholy.

"I'm sorry to bother you at this hour." he said, observing the interior of the house with trained but non-threatening eyes. "The aroma of the cake is absolutely irresistible, I must say. Shakespeare once wrote: “If music be the food of love, play on”... but in your case, I think it would be more appropriate to say: if sweets be the food of the soul, then may there never be a shortage of strawberries in your kitchen."

[Name] let out a distracted giggle as she wet the cloth. "You always say funny things..." she said with the innocence of someone who had not yet realized the layers of those words, handing him the cloth and pulling out a chair. "Sit here, please! I’ll take care of it in no time."

He obeyed, sitting down gracefully. His eyes fixed on her. A dark expression crossed his face for a second, but he quickly suppressed it, returning to his gentle smile. "Your kindness touches me, my dear..." he murmured. "If I had known you before, perhaps my path would have been different."

She didn’t understand what he meant. She just smiled, adjusting the cloth over the wound. "It's going to hurt a little, okay?"

Jack just nodded softly as she tended to the wound, not even questioning his poorly thought-out excuse. Her shaking hands touched his side gently, trying not to cause any more pain than necessary. He watched her every move with silent attention.

No wonder, she hadn't even been able to notice when Luke Evans was completely obsessed with her.

Jack knew her because she was a waitress at his favorite restaurant in London—a cozy little bistro tucked away on a cobblestone street, known for its incredible grape custard tart and jazz music.

Whenever his schedule allowed, Jack made sure to be there. He sat at the same table in the corner, near the window. Sometimes she would wait on him.

[Name] was like a ray of sunshine in the constant fog of the city. He smiled sincerely, spoke sweetly, and remembered every customer’s order — even the most demanding ones.

And Luke Evans was almost always there, too. Friendly. Good-looking. An easy face to trust. Luke chatted with everyone, laughed too loudly, left generous tips. He was the kind of man who made himself easy to like. People leaned in when he spoke. They applauded his stories enthusiastically.

But Jack saw all of him. He saw the stare that was too long. The smile that lasted too long. The hands that, every now and then, slid over the wood of the table as [Name] passed by — as if he only lacked the courage to pull her by the hem of her apron.

She, in turn, remained oblivious. Sweet, kind. She didn't treat Luke any special way. She treated everyone that way. But who knows what was going on in that man's mind.

Jack knew. He knew the type all too well. Because, on some disturbing level, he was the same type. Or maybe he had been.

And one rainy night, he cornered her in a narrow alley, an old acquaintance of Luke Evans, it was the stage for his own shows, a true theater of horrors. In another universe, perhaps she would have been just another of Jack the Ripper's victims. But not in this one.

She was confused at first, frowning as Luke got too close, his voice honeyed with an unsettling tone. “The two of us... were made for each other, [Name]. You feel that, don't you?” I know you feel…”

She took a step back, her face flushed not from shyness but from discomfort. “S-Sorry, Mr. Evans… I don’t feel that way… but… can we be friends?”

Luke froze for a second. And then he saw red. The smile faded. The kind look in his eyes turned hard, animalistic. He reached into his side bag and pulled out a kitchen knife— ordinary, unremarkable even, but gleaming in the light from a distant streetlamp. A weapon that had seen flesh before. “If I can’t have you…” he hissed, his eyes wide and empty of sanity, “no one will.”

She screamed. A high, desperate sound that echoed off the damp cobblestones of the alley. And then she ran. Her heart pounding, her lungs burning, the world spinning. She ran like she had never run before, hearing the footsteps behind her, getting closer and closer.

She spotted a high wall at the end of a side alley. Without thinking, she threw herself behind an abandoned crate, curled up, trying not to breathe loudly, hands pressed to her lips. Fear was paralyzing. Tears flowed uncontrollably. Her body trembled. She wanted to disappear. Then... footsteps. A figure approaching. Someone at her side. She screamed loudly, covering her eyes, waiting for the end.

"Shhh... it's okay, miss. It's all over."

Her voice shook. "M-Mr. Smith-?" She opened her eyes, and met his.

His face was shadowed, stained with something dark on the collar of his suit. But his eyes... his eyes were calm. She swallowed hard, her brain still trying to make sense of what had happened. Then fear turned to relief. And with it, the tears came pouring out. She threw herself into his arms, sobbing, her fingers clutching the bloody fabric of his blood-red coat.

Jack stood still for a moment, surprised... then, slowly, his arms wrapped around her.

The memory was sweet to Jack.

It’s almost sadistic to admit, but there was something… mesmerizing about seeing her in that moment. So vulnerable, so real, bathed in the colors of fear. Her eyes wide, her breathing labored, her shoulders shaking under the weight of terror.

Jack had always enjoyed fear. The way it stripped people bare. Fear made everything raw. Real. And she, that night, was the most honest image he’d ever seen. But it was the color that came after that disarmed him.

The relief.

When she looked up and saw him there—not as a monster, but as salvation—something different shone in her expression.

It was a new color. Beautiful. Inexplicably beautiful. And as sick as it was, he wanted to see it again. Not fear. Not panic. But that color that only she seemed to carry in her eyes when she saw him as a safe haven.

“There you go!” she exclaimed, smiling, her chest puffed out with pride as she admired the simple bandage she’d made. A small piece of white cloth held together with adhesive tape, a little crooked, but done with all the care in the world.

Jack looked at the bandage, then at her, and smiled back. “A splendid piece of work, miss. Almost as delicate as your hands.”

She laughed shyly, not noticing his flirting. As always. “Would you like a piece of cake? It must still be warm!”

“I’ll be happy to accept,” Jack replied, straightening his posture. “And I’m afraid I’ll have to pay you a lot of compliments, Miss [Name].”

“Oh, you don’t have to exaggerate!” she said, walking to the kitchen with light steps, absentmindedly humming some French song she’d heard on the radio.

Jack watched her for a few seconds. He looked around the house. Small, simple, but full of life. Old photographs on the wall, flowery cloths, the smell of sugar and vanilla. The house was like her—beautiful in its simplicity, innocent in every detail.

Jack envied those walls that could witness such beauty every day. Of the furniture that touched her. Of the floor that felt her light footsteps. Of the mirror that reflected her eyes as she absentmindedly combed her hair.

“Here!” she said enthusiastically, breaking his thoughts. She placed a small porcelain plate with floral details on the coffee table. On it, a generous slice of pink cake was still releasing a slight steam. Beside it, a fork gleaming clean.

She sat across from him, resting her chin on her hands like a child waiting for a magic trick. “Go ahead, try it,” she said, her eyes shining with expectation.

Jack took the fork delicately, his gloved fingers almost reverent as they touched the utensil. He cut a small piece, bringing it to his mouth. He chewed in silence, his eyes fixed on her. Watching every blink, every slight movement of anxiety that she barely noticed in herself, but that he would notice without even trying. He swallowed. And smiled—a soft, honest smile. “Absolutely divine.”

She sighed in relief, as if she had passed a difficult test. “That’s great! I tried a new recipe…” she began, gesturing, laughing at herself. “…I thought I had added too much sugar! And then…”

Jack heard her. Heard every word. It couldn’t be any other way. He would listen to her ramble on forever if he could.

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blueblossomrose · 3 months ago

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This special post is part of the Twisted Parents Series.

Content: Post-canon, FLUFFY, TOO MUCH FLUFFY 😭 my obsession with old Disney movies screaming, fem!afab!MC, family n children, MC having a dream of getting married, reference very slightly to Cinderella (1950) obviously, diasomnia boys having their happy ending.

Note(s): I AM SO SO SO SORRY ABOUT THIS HIATUS, GUYS 😭😭😭 My mind was so busy these last few months with all my works thinking about writing that fluffy fluffy special to make up for my days of writing block after going on vacation for Carnaval 👽 I hope you guys love it as much as I... that cried writing it 💀 and I hope this excuses this long inactivity ☠️

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A Wish Your Heart Makes

Have faith in your dreams and someday Your rainbow will come smiling through No matter how your heart is grieving If you keep on believing The dream that you wish will come true

“Are happy endings fairy tale's thing?”

Malleus couldn’t say. Human inventions had always been a mystery to him. He always had a distant and almost skeptical view of the happy endings that human stories so extol. To him, these narratives were like the light breeze of a summer night, pleasant and fleeting, but difficult to grasp and truly understand. As a fae, his nature made him see the world from a different perspective, and the idea of an ending — whether happy or tragic — was, to him, a human thing. He found it curious how humans always yearned for a definitive outcome, as if it were a vital necessity of their ephemeral existences. They sought in stories the hope that, in the end, everything would work out.

Malleus had never given much thought to his own dreams. Not in the others sense, at least. He understood dreams as manifestations of the mind, echoes of the subconscious, scattered fragments of reality shaped by desire or fear.

To him, dreams were almost tangible, an intrinsic element of his own magic — and yet he had never stopped to consider what it was that he, Malleus Draconia, truly desired.

Not that Briar Valley didn't have its own stories... but thinking about it that way, humans are far removed from theirs.

Happy endings… the concept was foreign to him. Fairy tales were — ironically — human stories, created to comfort fragile hearts, tales where love always prevailed and heroes were rewarded for their virtue.

Dragons like him, however, were supposed to be the obstacles that prevented such happiness. Beautiful and powerful beings... but lonely.

But then, there was [Name]. The magicless human who one day appeared in his life and in a few months, made his already apparently consolidated worldview turn upside down.

It was [Name] who taught him to dream.

She spoke of dreams as something beautiful and fragile. When they were still in school, he had heard her whisper to herself, with a twinkle in her eye, about how she wanted to marry one day. Because she wanted true love.

“A dream is a wish your heart makes,” she had said once, and it's been stuck in his head ever since.

Such a simple explanation for something that took him a long time to elaborate. Maybe that was the simplicity that comes with such a short life. He admired it, even back then.

The thought did not linger, however. No, he knew. He was in love. Happy endings...

The great hall of Briar Valley Castle glowed with enchanted candlelight, reflecting off the stained glass windows that adorned the ancient stone walls. The air was filled with the soft melody of a waltz as nobles and ambassadors watched with interest as the king and queen’s eldest daughter, Princess Aurora, danced with her suitor, as her pink gown swirled gracefully.

It was a grand celebration, the 16th birthday of the half-fae princess.

The old senators of the council, those whom Malleus deeply despised, were present, but they kept to themselves. Their accessibility was limited, limited by the changes Malleus and his human had brought about over the years. There was still resistance — whom Malleus called idiots and fools when he was particularly angry — but most of the councilors and palace staff had already surrendered to the strength of [Name]’s kindness, which contrasted with her husband's sometimes skittish temperament.

Aurora, the star of the night, twirled around the ballroom, she looked a beguiling sight, wearing the pink gown she had specially ordered for the occasion — certainly influenced by a certain bat fae she referred to as 'Grandpa Lilia' — along with the jewelry she received as a gift from her great-grandmother, Maleficia.

From where they stood, Malleus and [Name] watched in silence. His green eyes shone with something between pride and nostalgia.

“She’s beautiful,” [Name] murmured, a soft smile on her lips as her eyes followed her daughter’s every graceful movement.

Malleus watched her for a moment before answering. “Yes… but I confess I didn’t expect this day to come so quickly. I still remember when she had to climb on a chair to reach my stomach.”

[Name] chuckled softly. “I guess now she might just look at you.”

Malleus let out an amused sigh, but his gaze returned to his daughter with a touch of melancholy. “Humans grow up too fast...”

Before [Name] could respond, a movement beneath one of the large buffet tables caught her attention. She frowned as she noticed two small silhouettes sneaking stealthily between the legs of the furniture.

The six-year-old twins Magnus and Kyrval were under the table, trying to steal sweets from the silver trays. Their green eyes glinted with mischief as they reached out for honey cakes and candied fruit. But before they could escape with their stolen candies, two soldiers scared the two by pulling them out from under the table.

“My lords... you can't just crawl through the royal hall like that!” one of the soldiers scolded, the respectful but firm voice.

“But we're hungry!” Magnus protested, holding a piece of cheese as if it were a precious treasure.

“And small meals taste better!” Kyrval added, blinking innocently.

“Magnus! Kyrval!” she scolded them almost immediately as Malleus held back a laugh.

“They inherited Lilia’s mischievous spirit… and a little of yours, perhaps.”

[Name] gave him an indignant look. “Mine? Malleus, I don’t remember myself going around stealing sweets at royal balls!”

He chuckled softly, leaning toward her. “No… but I do remember a certain young lady who stole my heart many years ago.”

[Name] felt her cheeks flush, but she smiled sweetly almost automatically with the phrase. “... Do you regret that, your majesty?”

Malleus didn’t answer right away. His green eyes roamed the hall — his children, his wife, the castle lit up in celebration... faes, half-faes and even some humans... not alone.

Then he looked at [Name] again, his expression softening in a way only she could see. “Never.” He gently took her hand, bringing it to his lips.

He never imagined he would have something like this.

Everything changed when the girl from another world appeared. No fear. No hesitation. No one knows why the magic mirror brought [Name] to Twisted Wonderland... but honestly? Malleus was glad it did. She was the deepest desire within his heart. His dream.

Dragons aren't usually given happy endings. Maybe, just maybe... he was an exception to the rule.

He looked at [Name], his eyes meeting hers with a soft glow. And he’s happy with it.

To dream is to wish.

Lilia had been thinking about this idea for years. In his long life of over 700 years, he had experienced many misfortunes, losses, and sorrows — wars that devastated kingdoms, bitter goodbyes, and the feeling of carrying the weight of everthing on his shoulders.

But he had also been able to find happiness.

In raising Silver, in the tenderness of caring for Malleus, in the moments of pride in watching Sebek mature, even if in fits and starts.

He had never really dreamed of anything more than that. If he were honest with himself, his wish was simple: peace. How it would come, in what form, with whom — it didn’t matter.

But, as always, life had decided for him. With his children grown up, with their own homes, paths and families, he thought it might be time to explore the world. To wander. To be in distant cities. To sleep under the stars, free from worries. But that was not what happened.

A sweet wife from a distant world without magic and lively triplets had made his life much more noisy. And he wouldn’t change a thing.

The kitchen was scented with lavender and some sweet-smelling incense he had bought on a trip they took a year ago. He remembers getting a huge scolding from [Name] for buying so many, but he light them almost every day. Lilia, wearing an apron embroidered with small berries — a gift from the girls last Father's Day —, washed the dishes while humming softly.

“Dad, come see!” Aisha’s voice cut through the air with excitement. “I’m humiliating Arista at the Kart again!”

Lilia raised his eyebrows with a smile on his lips. With a light snap of his fingers, the utensils began to wash themselves, floating gently around the sink. He took off his apron, drying his hands with a cloth and headed to the living room.

“Humiliating me?” Arista replied with a joking frown. “All I saw was you losing it and pushing all the buttons!”

It was Lilia's first time raising girls, and it was in this chaotic and adorable process that he came to an inevitable conclusion: raising children would always be a constant learning experience — regardless of your experience in the subject.

“Battle tactics, you wouldn’t understand!” Aisha declared with exaggerated confidence, lunging forward as if that would speed up her character in the game.

“I win.” Arista said in a calm and satisfied tone, leaning back on the sofa like a queen on a throne, the controller resting gently on her lap.

"Whaaat?!" Aisha screamed, jumping from where she was sitting as if she had just been stabbed. Her wide eyes stared at the screen where the dots shone mercilessly: Arista - 1st place.

Lilia, who was watching the scene from the kitchen door, laughed softly.

"Wow, Arista..." Adela said softly, briefly looking away from her book to her older sister. She wasn't the most competitive, but she was always there to support her sisters, even with her shy and quiet personality. At the moment, she was gently stroking the silky fur of one of Lilia's bats, which was sleeping curled up in her lap like a fluffy, furry ball.

Count Fabulous — as [Name] gave him when she and Lilia were still studying at NRC — was the most spoiled of Lilia’s bats. Ever since Adela was a baby, he had followed her around, perching on nearby furniture or on her head as if he were her personal protector. Now, he dozed heavily, his ears fluttering slightly, lulled by the girl’s soft voice, but with Aisha and Arista moving on the couch, he ended up waking up and squeaking when he looked at the screen.

“Even Count is surprised,” Lilia murmured humorously, watching the bat stir fluttering the fabric of Adela's dress.

Adela smiled, stroking his back with a finger. “He bet on Aisha, I think.”

“Cute little traitor.” Arista said, smiling despite the line.

With the girls still vibrating with the echoes of the game’s contention, the front door opened with a soft creak, followed by the familiar sound of [Name]’s footsteps. Lilia looked up with a soft glow in his red eyes and smiled as he saw his wife’s figure crossing the threshold of the house.

Without saying a word, [Name] walked over to the couch where the triplets were spread out and, with a theatrical movement, threw herself gently on top of them, like a human blanket. She didn't press too hard, of course — just enough to cover them with her body and elicit immediate reactions.

"Mom!!," Aisha protested between laughs, trying to free herself.

"Rescue mission! Fabulous, save us!" Arista shouted, laughing, while Count Fabulous just opened one lazy eye on Adela's lap before settling back down, oblivious to the commotion.

"Mama, you're feel cold... stay a little longer..." Adela murmured, hugging her mother's arm affectionately.

"My days off are coming..." [Name] said, her voice muffled between her daughters' hair and the pillows. "I missed my noisy gang so so so much~"

Lilia approached the couch with his hands on his hips, his eyes half-closed and a mischievous smile curving his lips. “Can I join you?” he asked with false innocence.

Before any of the four could respond, the couch rocked gently, and then, with a soft green glow, it tilted forward as if it had a life of its own, gently dumping all of the girls onto the living room’s plush carpet. A bundle of giggles, messy hair, arms and legs all jumbled together, collapsed to the floor like a pile of animated pillows.

“AH! Dad!!” Aisha and Arista shouted in unison, Aisha louder than Arista, actually.

"I was comfortable, papa!" Adela grumbled, sitting down with Count Fabulous all ruffled on her lap, flapping his wings indignantly before landing again, huffing softly.

"I can't believe it, Lilia!" [Name] said, trying to look angry, but already with a smile on her lips and her eyes shining with laughter. Lilia approached slowly, as if he were going to seal a peace agreement with a kiss, and so he did — he leaned over, laughing softly, and kissed her forehead sweetly before lying down on top of everyone like [Name] did moments ago.

"Not agaaaain!" the three shouted in unison, between laughter and attempts to escape from their father's arms.

Still stretched out on the rug, the girls pointed to the ceiling, commenting excitedly on the floating ornaments — small enchanted lights that spun gently like fireflies caught in a whirlwind. They were souvenirs left by 'big bro' — Silver — on his last visit.

To some people, the idea of a house still full of young children might seem like the complete opposite of a peaceful retirement. And by traditional standards of rest, it was.

But to Lilia it didn't matter. It never mattered. Being with his family was what he dreamed of. It was all he wish for. “In dreams you lose your headaches, whoever you wish for, you keep.”

There was his rest. Not in the empty spaces, but in the constant presence. In the sound of clumsy footsteps in the mornings, in the voices calling "Dad!" throughout the house, in the tight hugs, in the fights over the last cookie, in the notes left on the table and the stories told under blankets.

Yes, he still traveled. He had his moments of adventure, exploring new places with the girls strapped to backpacks, [Name] with the map in hand. It was in family. It was messy. It was noisy.

This was Lilia’s rest. A rest in true Lilia style: full of voices, chaotic, but overflowing with love.

Silver knew dreaming well. It was what he had done for most of his life, and it was also an instinctive part of his own magic. Dreams were a sweet treat, a place where his worries melted away and all that was left was the best, most beautiful sky and peace.

“Have faith in your dreams and someday, your rainbow will come smiling through,” When he thought of this, what came to mind was his desire to serve Malleus, to be the knight that Lilia trained him to be. At the same time, he wanted to be with his family and friends, but he didn’t expect to fall in love.

It came subtly, with dreams. He saw her. A charming girl, who in his opinion was beautiful. She was there, in his deepest dreams, and he did not understand who she was… until he saw [Name] for the first time.

He was lying on the couch, his head resting on [Name's] lap. She was gently stroking his hair, her fingers running through it like a gentle wind. With the book on one of her hands, she was quietly reading an old story, pausing only to smile at the faces Silver made when his bangs fell into his eyes because of her caresses. He had returned from work tired, not with the same chronic drowsiness of his adolescence, but with the normal tiredness of someone who dutifully fulfills his duties. As one of the most trusted knights of the king, Silver carried great responsibility on his shoulders. But at home, with them, he could truly rest. The sound of pages turning mingled with the distant ticking of the wall clock and the rustling of leaves outside.

"Daddy!" Hana yelled happily, her bare feet slapping against the hardwood floor as she ran across the room. Without stopping, she threw herself at Silver with an enthusiastic hug, nearly knocking him off the couch. Her blond hair flew like gold threads in the wind, and her auroral eyes sparkled with joy. Silver jumped a little on the couch, a gasp escaping him at the impact—more from surprise than pain.

[Name] let out a light laugh, covering her mouth with her free hand as her gaze danced between her husband and daughter. Silver, even exhausted, gave a gentle smile, his half-closed eyes opening a little wider to look at his beautiful — literal — princess. And she loved being called that. Every time she heard the title come out of her father's calm voice, her little face lit up.

Hana wasn’t old enough to know exactly everything about her family, so Silver tried to tell her what was appropriate for a child to know, sometimes with the help of Lilia and [Name]. He had long realized that his daughter loved the concept of princesses. But not political princesses, more 'real' ones— she liked the ones who sang with the animals of the forest, the fairy tale ones. He would never forget the almost heavenly glow in her eyes the day Malleus bowed slightly, placed his crown on Hana’s little head, and said with a faint smile: "There, now the princess has a crown." Hana was ecstatic. She spent a whole week wearing tiaras made of flowers or paper.

“Daddy, you came home early today!” she said, her adorable little voice filling Silver’s ears like sweet music, while those little arms wrapped tightly and lovingly around his neck.

"I was able to be released early by order of General Zigvolt, my princess." Silver said softly, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

[Name] laughed again. She gently tugged at a lock of Silver’s hair. “Sebek released you? Now that’s a surprise,” she said, raising an eyebrow humorously.

Silver couldn’t help but laugh at [Name’s] words. Sebek was adamant about schedules most of the time, and that was no secret to anyone. On the one hand, it was good. He kept everything in order, like a true general. On the other hand… well.

Hana, who was squirming between her parents with the energy that children normally have, rolled over with such excitement that she almost slipped off the couch, but Silver was faster. With a fluid movement he caught her with one strong hand, wrapping it around her waist and pulling her back safely.

“Careful, princess,” Silver said, his auroral eyes resting on her with tenderness and attention.

Hana lifted her chin proudly, her little hands on her hips and a glint in her eyes. “I knew Daddy would catch me, so I’m not afraid!”

Silver smiled once more. “I will always catch you, but take care of yourself too, my flower,” he said, his voice as serene as ever.

“Okay!” Hana smiled at her father, that innocent smile that lit up the soul, before stretching backwards like a little cat in the sun. As her arms stretched lazily, her voice filled the living room, chattering about her day. Silver listened to everything with full attention, his calm eyes fixed on her, and his hands always ready in case she slipped off the couch again.

In a moment of pause, Hana began to play absentmindedly with the wedding ring on her father's finger, slowly turning it with her small, delicate fingers. Without warning, Hana simply sleep. She slid softly onto Silver’s chest, her breathing even and calm, her golden eyelashes resting on her rosy cheeks. Silver felt her soft weight and had to suppress the urge to laugh. Hana was a thousand times more energetic than he had been in his childhood, — which, honestly, wasn’t much of a feat, considering his old constant sleeping habits — but when she got tired, there was no warning. She would simply pass out, as if someone had flipped a switch in her.

Silver rested her little head on his shoulder and wrapped his arms around her, his hand resting on her back. He felt his daughter's heart beating softly, and the warmth of her pressed against his chest was all he needed to know that he was at home.

For a moment, all was silence and peace—the kind that only existed within the purest dreams. When he thought about his life now, about everything he had experienced—he never, not in a million years, expected to be graced with such happiness. His rainbow had come. And now it slept softly on his chest, in a little flowery dress, with her little hand still holding his finger.

"Daydreaming again?" [Name] whispered to him as she noticed his gaze.

"Living a dream, actually." He replied.

Dream? What he had was not a dream. It was conviction. A solid goal, an unbreakable purpose. He would become a knight worthy of serving Malleus.

Sebek trained until his bones ached, endured thunderstorms —literally— and never took his eyes off the goal. The half-human blood he carried? An obstacle to be overcome with discipline and hard work. “No matter how your heart is grieving, If you keep on believing...”

If anyone, back then, dared to insinuate that he would marry — how awful — a human, he would scream so loudly in their ear that their eardrums would beg for mercy.

But as a wise old man once said — or perhaps it was Lilia in one of his absurd proverbs: "The earth doesn't turn, it capsizes with style."

And now, here he was — Sir Sebek Zigvolt, General, loyal knight to King Malleus Draconia... beside his lovely human wife and their two radiant children.

“Ivan!” Sebek called, his voice still naturally strong, but intentionally softened— an effort he made for only one person. “Don’t pull on the reins so hard! You’ll hurt the horse!”

Ivan, atop a sturdy horse with a grayish coat and a mane that shimmered faintly, turned calmly to his father. His eyes gleamed with amusement. “I know, father. I was just testing whether he responded well to my voice,” he replied, with that subtle teasing tone that only Sebek recognized as a direct inheritance from [Name].

Nearby, sitting under the shade of a cherry tree with their daughter, [Name] held back her laughter. The pent-up sound still escaped in joyful sighs. “Where did you get that horse again?” she asked, arching an eyebrow with an amused smile.

Sebek huffs, trying to maintain his composure. "For training, of course."

"Of course it is." [Name] held back a slight loving eye roll at Sebek's words, that kind of response so typical of him.

She then watched him approach Amelie with affection visible on his naturally stern face—a softness that only emerged in front of his daughter.

As quietly as his voice would allow, he knelt down at her level and said, “Are you enjoying the stroll, my lady?”

Amelie looked at him with shining eyes. A small, bright smile spread across her face. “Yes, Daddy!” she answered happily, and raised her short arms toward him, asking to be held.

Without hesitation, Sebek picked her up with the greatest care in the world. He positioned Amelie against his chest, shielding her ears from the loud tinkling sound.

Ivan, who was watching everything from the top of the horse, arched an eyebrow as if he was about to make a sharp comment. But when he saw his sister nestled against his father's chest, her little fingers playing with the brooch on Sebek's clothes, he simply got off his horse and approached in silence.

"General Zigvolt, you are breaking the knightly protocol again," Ivan said, his tone exaggeratedly serious, but his eyes barely concealed the amusement.

Sebek gave him a half-closed look. "When you turn a father, you will understand that there is no protocol more sacred than that of protecting your children." He adjusted Amelie better in his arms. "And put on those gloves properly, Ivan. A knight must always be ready."

Ivan sighed at the drama. Then, he knelt down beside his dad, leaning down slightly until he was at his sister’s level.

“Are you having fun, Lie?” he asked softly, touching her nose with a finger.

Amelie laughed softly. “Yes! Ivan looks beautiful in his armor!” he declared, as if it were the greatest truth in the universe. Ivan blushed slightly, and [Name] could barely contain another laugh.

Sebek would be lying if he said he’d never considered having children. Perhaps, in some distant future—if he reached the pinnacle of his career as a loyal and worthy knight—he might be granted the honor of marrying a pure-blooded fae. It was the kind of future he’d always been pictured as: respectable, honorable…

But now… now, when he looked at his little Amelie against his chest, or at Ivan laughing as he receives a sweet stroke of his hair from his mother— the image seemed absurd. Almost laughable.

All his life, he had been taught, indoctrinated, encouraged — partially? Completely — by his grandfather Baul, to hate a part of himself. To deny it. To hide it. To regard his human half as inferior, weak, inconvenient. To view his own father with disdain. And for a while… he believed it. He carried that hatred like a banner.

He wasn’t crucifying his grandfather, of course not. Old Baul had fought in a cruel war, with countless losses. He was a marked veteran —scarred, traumatized, and horrified.

But the truth was this: Sebek was happy. Happy that this human girl without magic, from another world, had stepped through the magic mirror and—clumsily—interfered in his life. And stayed.

[Name] had changed him. More than anything else, anyone else. Sure, Silver, and even his insufferable classmates at Night Raven College had their part in deconstructing his prejudices. But the real turning point came with her.

He remembered well the day of his first visit to his old home. [Name] squeezed his hand. And he remembered the look in his father’s eyes. The way Mr. Zigvolt — that loving, always clumsy, always smiling dentist — looked at him with so much love… and no hurt. Even after all the years of rejection. Sebek bowed. And apologized. He saw his father’s eyes fill with tears. And yes — of course he had always been that emotional fool, and Sebek used to get irritated by it. But now, no. Now, he understood. And it didn’t bother him anymore.

In the middle of his thoughts, Sebek heard soft voices breaking through.

“Grandpa and Grandma will definitely make that recipe when we visit them next weekend. I mean, I bet great-grandpa will be there too,” said Ivan, with the confidence of someone who had already foreseen the entire menu and the habitual discussion from his grandparents' house.

“Haha, great-grandpa is so funny!” replied Amelie, swinging her legs back and forth. “He always fights with grandpa to hold us back..."

Sebek sighed with a tiny smile. The sight of Baul arguing with Mr. Zigvolt over who would pick up Amelie first was, in fact, more frequent than he cared to admit.

Sebek helped Ivan mount again, adjusting the saddle with practiced precision. When Amelie asked to climb on too, he didn't hesitate - his arms lifted her as if she were a feather, carefully placing her in front of her brother. She held the reins with wide eyes of excitement, and Ivan guided her with the same care that their father showed her. It was beautiful to see. It was in these moments that Sebek realized that he was indeed an example.

[Name] watched everything with a growing warmth in her chest. She would never have imagined — ever — that this half-impossible dream would end like this. No. It wouldn't end. It had started like this. A home. A family.

“The dream that you wish, will come true.”

And the funniest part? Sebek said,with all the letters, that he would never be like his father. But there he was, discreetly pushing a small, colorful package of magic candy into his children's hands after successfully dodging the horse.

"Don't tell your mother," he murmured, with a half-smile on his lips. [Name] watched the scene in silence, holding back her laughter. She saw Ivan and Amelie exchange knowing looks, make the silence symbol with their fingers on their lips and smile mischievously.

And that was true for Sebek, too. When he saw himself with a smile on his face — sincere, wide, light —watching his children share the candy, laughing and whispering among themselves… He realized. This was more than a dream. It was a reality.

His wish to become a knight, which had once existed only for honor, glory, and pride, had transformed. It wasn’t just for Malleus, or even for himself.

To protect his home. His wife. His children. That human part of him that he had once despised… but now, finally, he loved.

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blueblossomrose · 5 months ago

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Solo Character:

Alastor x Fem!Reader [Terrible Nightmares]

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel x female reader #hazbin hotel x y/n #hellaverse #helluva boss x reader #helluva boss x you #helluva boss x female reader #hazbin hotel x fem reader #hazbin hotel x gn reader #helluva boss x gn reader #hazbin hotel x gender neutral reader #helluva boss x gender neutral reader #masterlist

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blueblossomrose · 5 months ago

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Characters Set:

Wanderer, Lisa, Diluc, Xiao, Thoma, Lumine and Aether x GN!Reader - Reader is like Satoru Gojo

#genshin impact imagine #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin impact x gender neutral reader #genshin impact x female reader #genshin impact x fem reader #masterlist #genshin impact x gn reader

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blueblossomrose · 5 months ago

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Solo Character:

Satoru Gojo x Fem!Reader [Gojo's Birthday 2024]

Satoru Gojo x GN!Reader - Reader fights with legs

#jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x fem!reader #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x gender neutral reader #jjk x gender neutral reader #jjk x y/n #masterlist #jujutsu kaisen x yn

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blueblossomrose · 5 months ago

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Characters Set:

Overblot Gang x GN!Reader - MC is like Neuvilette and Furina

Ace Trappola, Epel Felmier, Azul Ashengrotto, Jamil Viper, Rollo Flame, Ruggie Bucchi, Fellow Honest x Fem!Reader - MC is like Rapunzel

Solo Character:

Fellow Honest x Fem!Reader [Blow Upon Blow]

Lilia Vanrouge x GN!Reader [Him and His Bats]

Jamil Viper x GN!Reader [Dancing With Jamil]

Dire Crowley x Fem!Pendragon!Reader [Big Trip]

Rollo Flamme x Fem!Reader [Magic and Glitter]

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twst #twst #x reader #twisted wonderland x mc #twst mc #twisted wonderland x you #diasomnia x reader #heartslabyul x reader #scarabia x reader #pomefiore x reader #octavinelle x reader #savanaclaw x reader #ignihyde x reader #masterlist

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blueblossomrose · 6 months ago

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Summary: [Name] accuses Crowley of being evil. He wants to prove he's not.

Content: Fem!Pendragon!Reader x Dire Crowley, Reader is MC but not Yuu?, Reader is Arthur Pendragon's older sister, references The Sword in the Stone (1963), Reader is an adult (around her 20s), reader is described as blonde like Arthur but without other ones. Arthur sometimes calls Reader 'Nana', a nickname for 'sister' in some languages originating in Latin. Slightly spicy in some parts, but nothing more than light provocations.

Note(s): To celebrate the arrival of Crowley's SSR on the EN server ＼（´Ｏ｀）／ in addition to not wanting to spend Valentine's Day without at least one special and my personal hcs about Crowley 💞 divider made by cafekitsune

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Ever since [Name] and her brother were thrown into Twisted Wonderland, peace had become an unattainable luxury.

Plunged into an unfamiliar world, surrounded by reckless young mages and chaotic events, the Pendragon siblings faced constant challenges. Crowley’s promise to send them back to their world seemed more like an elaborate farce than a real commitment.

[Name] had once had the patience of a saint, but even she had limits. It was with this thought that she marched to the headmaster’s office, Arthur close behind, trying to calm her down to no avail.

He could barely keep up with her pace, occasionally tripping over the folds of the worn cloak he wore. His blue eyes were wide with concern, and he pulled his sister's wrist back as if trying to get her out of that way. "Nana, perhaps we should reconsider this urge... perhaps there is another way—"

"Oh spare me, Arthur! This is way out of line!" [Name] snapped.

Meanwhile, Crowley's office remained silent inside, except for the occasional clock noises. His eyes focused on the deck of cards he was playing alone when the door opening almost made him knocked out of his chair.

“Ah—!” he regained himself in a flash, straightening his robes and straightening his hat. "Miss Pendragon and and young Arthur! I would appreciate it if you would beat them before you-"

"Headmage Crowley! I beg you at the very least!" [Name] interrupted firmly, her sweet voice thick with frustration.

The silence was deafening for at least a few minutes. Crowley blinked.

"What?"

"Day after day, we are thrown to the lions! We have grown accustomed to living in precarious conditions, but I cannot allow my brother to continue to get hurt at every turn!" she said, as determinedly as she could.

Arthur tugged lightly on his sister's sleeve, trying to intercede in a soothing tone. "Nana, I am fine..."

"Miss Pendragon, I assure you that I have been eagerly working on a solution to send both of you back to your world!" Crowley smoothed his gloves, adopting a dramatic and suffering tone. "Of course, I admit, there has been a slight... increase in student incidents. But let's face it, it's not that desperate, is it?"

"It is desperate." [Name] countered, her eyes blazing. “And if you really are working on it, then what evidence do you have to present to me?”

Crowley cleared his throat. “Well, I…”

The young woman narrowed her gaze, crossing her arms. “As I thought. A man of empty promises.”

He gasped, offended. “Why! I am a man of my word! And above all, I am incredibly kind!”

“Kind?!” [Name] let out an incredulous sound. “You are not kind! You, sir, are!... are... an evil man!”

Crowley nearly choked. “Excuse me?!”

The intensity of her expression was breathtaking, and the headmage suddenly realized that he was cornered. Her presence, normally calm and composed, now fierce, made his heart race — and not just because of the accusation that had left him outraged.

[Name] was, in fact, a stunning beauty. Her golden hair, her delicate but determined features… her anger only enhanced her glow.

He cleared his throat, quickly dispelling any inappropriate thoughts. "Now, now, my dear, let us maintain our composure. I understand that the situation is frustrating, but there is no need for such... uncalled-for offenses."

"Offenses?" She raised an eyebrow, defiant. "Sir, all I did was speak the truth."

Arthur watched the scene with wide eyes, alternating his gaze between his sister and Crowley, who seemed caught between indignation and... something else.

The headmaster sighed dramatic. "Well, seeing as I have nothing at the moment that can appease your fury..." he starts. "Perhaps something more... concrete is necessary."

She crossed her arms, waiting.

"How about... a little trip?"

[Name] blinked. "What?"

“A getaway, a period of rest. To calm your nerves and allow you some comfort away from... the dangers of everyday life at this place.” He says, in the same forced theatrical way as always, [Nome] narrowed her eyes.

“And why would you offer such a thing now?”

Crowley leaned forward slightly. “Why, my dear, because I am extremely kind.”

He reveled in the spark of challenge in his eyes. Oh yes, that would be interesting…

Maybe Crowley really did know how to play. This was dangerous, no doubt about it. The king of manipulation, some would say.

[Name] knew a word game when he saw one, and Crowley was a master at it. He wove sentences like threads of silk, entangling others before they knew they were caught. And somehow, even knowing this, she had still accepted his offer.

Because, after all, he had offered her something she and Arthur had never had. Privileges? No. In fact, they had never had any. Since their parents had passed away, the Pendragon siblings had been “care” by the knight Sir Ector and his son Kay — a foster care that felt more like a cold obligation than a true home.

They had grown up in a crumbling castle, where they had the bare necessities of life and little else. Life had never been kind to them, and Ramshackle, with its creaking boards and broken windows, had not exactly come as a shock. In fact... the dormitory was in better condition than the castle of their childhood.

If there was anything that took them away from the gray monotony of everyday life, it was Merlin and Archimedes. The old wizard and his grumpy owl gave them a glimpse of something greater —knowledge, magic, the unexpected. But still, there were limits. They had never left those distant lands, never seen more than damp forests and crumbling walls.

So when Crowley took them to the beach, they were amazed. The vastness of the ocean stretched out before them, a brilliant blue that seemed endless. The salty smell of the sea mingled with the warm breeze, and the waves broke gently on the golden sand.

Arthur spun on his heels, his face lit up with pure happiness. "Nana! Did you see that? The sky touches the ocean!"

[Name] smiled, watching her brother run towards the white foam of the waves. Her heart warmed to see him so free, so light, just like a child should be.

She wasn't far behind her brother in being amazed by that place. It so vast and so beautiful... she doesn't think she's ever seen anything so beautiful.

“Amazed, my dear?” Crowley’s soft, slightly amused voice sounded too close. She turned, finding his golden eyes peering at her from behind his mask, one eyebrow arched in satisfaction.

[Name] looked away from him to the sea and Arthur throwing himself into the water. “Just surprised. I didn’t think you’d bring us to something like this.”

“Why not?” He spread his arms pathetically, the wind making his weird beachwear swing. “Am I not a kind man?”

She glanced sideways at Crowley, considering him discreetly. There was something in the way he spoke, the way he wove his words together with deceptive smoothness, that reminded her of a certain old witch who lived in the woods. A woman who loved to be terrible and evil, who laughed at her own schemes and took pleasure in confusing and teasing others, who find delight in the gruesome and grim.

The resemblance was not exact, but the feeling was strangely familiar. Perhaps she was just thinking out loud…

Later that day, an even bigger surprise was in store. Now... this was something new.

The table before her and Arthur was a veritable feast, laden with dishes she couldn't even name. Bright fruits, soft breads, succulent meats, sweets decorated with layers of cream and sugar. The scent of food filled the air, and the soft clink of silverware seemed like a distant, unreal sound. [Name] had to blink a few times to believe that this was real. She and Arthur had never had the chance to see anything so grand, much less touch or taste it.

At Sir Ector's castle, meals were simple and rationed. Some nights, dinner was just a piece of hardened bread and a little water. But there, in front of them...

Arthur, beside her, watched everything with wide eyes of pure wonder. "Can we... eat?" he asked in a whisper, as if afraid someone would appear to snatch it all away from them.

"Of course!" Crowley exclaimed, pushing a plate toward the boy. "Eat as much as you want! It would be a shame to waste such a splendid feast. And, I must say, it makes me immensely happy to provide you with such an experience!"

In fact, it had already started hours before, when Crowley had taken them for shopping clothes, but not in any simple store.

[Name] had never been to a place like this before. The interior of the store was grand, with gilded mirrors adorning the walls and crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, reflecting the light in shades of gold and silver. The fabrics on display seemed to shimmer in the lighting, and each item of clothing was more luxurious than the last.

She and Arthur had been dressed in old, patched clothes their entire lives — and now Crowley was bringing them to a place where even a single button cost more than a month’s work in the kitchen at Sir Ector’s castle.

“There’s no need to be so tense,” Crowley commented, sliding in beside her with a satisfied smile. “Enjoy the experience. Choose something you like.” Arthur, already excited, hurried to one of the displays, his eyes shining at the fine fabrics.

[Name], on the other hand, hesitated. “That seems… excessive.”

“Excessive?” Crowley gasped in a dramatic gesture. “My dear, I brought you into this terrible world and gave you a dilapidated dormitory. Consider this minimal reparation for my infinite generosity.” You can see his tone.

[Name] sighed, crossing her arms, awkwardly. “You always have a way of making everything too much...”

“It’s part of my charm.” He smiled and, without giving her any room for further protest, pulled a piece from the display beside her. “Here. This is perfect for you.”

She blinked at the dress. It was a deep purple, made of a satiny fabric that seemed to glide through her fingers like water. It was cut tight, elegantly outlining figure, was shiny.

“Don’t you think it’s too…” she swallowed hard. “…fitted?”

Crowley tilted his head. “Fitted? No, no, it’s a perfect fit.”

She hesitated, but took the dress and walked to one of the fitting rooms.

The fabric was truly unlike anything she had ever worn before. Light, soft, luxurious. But it molded to her body in a way that made her uneasy —especially since, when she tried to close the zipper in the back, she realized she couldn’t do it alone.

“Ah…” She pursed her lips, trying to reach for the clasp, but before she could decide whether to ask for help or give up, there was a soft knock on the door.

“Do you need assistance, my dear?” Crowley’s voice, low and amused.

“Well—” she started to reply, the door to the dressing room opened slightly. He slid in unhurriedly, [Name] felt her face heat up.

“Headmage Crowley—!”

“Now, now,” he interrupted softly, closing the door behind him. “Don’t look at me like that. Just a humble gesture of chivalry.”

She opened her mouth to protest, but bit back the words when she felt his gloved fingers touch her bare skin. Crowley gently grabbed the zipper and began to pull it up, his movements slow, careful. His closeness was unsettling— she could feel his breath against the back of her neck, warm and controlled.

“See?” he murmured, his voice slightly lower. “Nothing to worry about.”

[Name] held her breath for a moment. He was close... too close. Crowley leaned in a little closer.

“I tell you, purple is truly your color.” She felt a shiver run down her spine.

“I... don’t know what to say...”

“Oh, but you don’t have to say anything.” His smile was noticeable in his voice. “Sometimes expressions speak for themselves.”

It was then that the door to the dressing room was flung open. “Look, I found an amazing outfit!” Arthur walked in excitedly, holding a dark blue vests. The boy's eyes went from Crowley, still too close to his sister, to [Name], whose face was flushed. "...Did I interrupt something?"

Crowley chuckled softly and walked away smoothly, unhurriedly. "Not at all, young Pendragon."

"Nana, do you think I look good in it?"

She forced a smile, trying to ignore Crowley's mischievous look. "Yes, Arthur. You look wonderful."

She had no reason to trust Crowley, and she had to admit that the whole situation was, to say the least, strange. After all, who could trust someone like him, with his mask of disguised kindness and his charming smile that seemed to hide dark intentions? But still, something made her hesitate. Something about that moment made her feel... alive, in a way she hadn't felt before.

She was there, under the starry sky, with the gentle wind caressing her face, wearing the purple dress Crowley had chosen for her. The silk reflected the moonlight, and it was like nothing she knew, but she didn't hate the feeling.

“Miss Pendragon,” Crowley said. “Dancing under the moon is an ancient tradition, said to reveal… many things.”

She hesitated for a moment, but despite her suspicion, she reached out and placed her palm in his. Soft music began to play from somewhere, and he led her with precision, guiding her steps with firmness, but also with a gentleness that seemed almost unfamiliar.

Was it part of his magic? This whole environment he created? Or was it this world and its ability to bring people together?

She tried not to get carried away, but she couldn’t deny that there was something mesmerizing about the dance. Isn't this how male birds win over females?

“It’s a beautiful place, don’t you think?” Crowley asked, as he watched her. “This world, despite all its… hardships.”

[Name] looked around, her eyes taking in the vastness of the night sky, the stars sparkling like diamonds and the sea in the distance reflecting the moonlight. It was all so… surreal. "Yes, it is beautiful. But I cannot forget what brought me here, and what I left behind."

Crowley shook his head slowly. "We all have our pasts, Miss Pendragon. What defines us, however, is not what we leave behind, but what we choose to do with what we are given."

She frowned, not fully understanding what he meant by that. "We choose... what we are given? What kind of choices can be made when everything is... confusing?"

He leaned a little closer, his face illuminated by the soft moonlight. "You have more choices than you realize, [Name]. Sometimes decisions are not in what we see, but in what we feel. How do you feel right now, in this moment? Do you still feel the fear, or the freedom of being able to dance without looking back?" his words were like a subtle spell, making her question her own reality.

And before she could think more, the night was interrupted by the sea breeze, bringing with it the distant sound of Arthur calling, "Nana! I don't know how to close my coat!"

Crowley let out a low chuckle, as if it were an inside joke, and stepped back a little, breaking the atmosphere that had formed between them. "I believe your brother needs you now."

She nods in a daze. Before entering, she looks at him, who smiles at her, before she disappears through the door.

Grim was lying on the couch in the Ramshackle Dorm, his eyes half-closed and his face as annoyed as possible. He had just returned from Professor Trein's house, where he had spent the last three weeks for magic reinforcement —or at least, that's what he had said, because in fact they were history of magic effort classes.

"Three weeks!" Grim grumbled to no one in particular. "Three weeks, and I got left behind while you guys went off on a trip with Crowley!" He huffed, his arms crossed and his little body stretched out on the couch, clearly trying to show that he was offended.

[Name] looked away, an amused smile on her face as she watched Grim's irritation. She never tired of seeing how he could get so upset over such simple things. But at the same time, she couldn't help but find it a little cute, the way he cared about her and Arthur.

"Oh, Grim, it's not like that," [Name] replied, with a small laugh. "Crowley just wanted to make sure we adapted better to the world..."

Arthur, who was sitting at the table with a magical history book open, shrugged. "I didn't want to leave Grim alone either..." he looked at the small cat, who was now clearly in a state of utter displeasure.

"Yeah!" Grim growled, his ears perking up. "While I was there, I had to do everything by myself, with no one to help me! And Professor Trein... makes me work like a slave!" He snorted, turning to [Name] and Arthur. "And you... you were there traveling with Crowley! That's a betrayal!"

Arthur laughed. "Hey, Grim, don't be like that... I really missed you while we were there, you know?..." He reached out to pet Grim's head, but the cat quickly jumped back, snorting.

"Tell me something, Arthur. What did you guys do with Crowley, huh? It's like he took you out to dinner and everything. You know, he totally ignored me when I asked about it!"

"Well, he was spoiling us a bit, but... I won't deny that it was nice to have some time apart. I guess Crowley has his weird ways, but the trip was kind of fun."

Grim stood up abruptly from the couch, his paws moving as if he were searching for something. "I want to be spoiled too! I deserve a real party!" He looked at Arthur with a disdainful expression, and then, suddenly, he threw himself on his lap, as if he had done something completely natural. "See, this is what I deserve!" he said, trying to look serious, but he couldn't hide the slight sparkle in his eyes.

"You never change, Grim."

"I do!" Grim retorted, although he was still settled on Arthur's lap, his tail wagging with a lazy rhythm. "I'm the best! I'm going to be the greatest mage the world has ever seen!"

[Name] watched the scene with an affectionate smile. The conversation went on for a while longer, with Grim mumbling about all the things he wished he had instead to 'practice' history of magic.

I absolutely love the art 😭 It's Crowley and [Name] Pendragon, made by my big best boo BK (tumblr @marilynmon), ily bestie <3

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #x reader #disney twst #twst #twst mc #twisted wonderland x fem reader #twisted wonderland x mc #dire crowley x reader #dire crowley x fem reader #dire crowley x female reader #dire crowley #twst dire crowley #twisted wonderland x you #disney twisted wonderland

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blueblossomrose · 6 months ago

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Hello, can I ask for a one shot of Gojo with a s/o who fights with the legs (like Sanji or Carmila Carmine)? (sorry if I'm disturbing anything)

- Anon 🍀

Content: Gn!Reader, Gojo being Gojo, fluffy, I think kind of funny? I guess it depends on your mood. Maybe swearing. Reader has characteristics of both Sanji and Carmilla.

Note(s): Sorry for the delay, I've been saving these since late 2024 and I'm so sorry 😭😭

Comments and reblogs are very welcome ♡

Satoru admires you and sometimes makes fun of your fighting style, especially about the fact that you only uses your legs. However, he acknowledges your skill and finds it impressive how you masters this particular technique.

"Have you ever thought about naming your legs? Like... right and left?" He said with a mischievous smile, watching you take down an opponent with a single kick. "Or better yet, Yin and Yang. It would be poetic." You just snorted, the cigarette dangling from the corner of your mouth. "And have you ever thought about fighting without talking so much?"

Do you think this turns you off from your flirting? Never. He is ABSOLUTELY making pick up lines based on your 'power legs'.

He loves watching your fights, especially when you defeats opponents with a single kick. He thinks it's hot as hell.

When you two are together, Satoru can't resist putting his hands on your legs, whether to praise you or simply to irritate you.

If anyone underestimates your fighting style, Satoru is the first to laugh and bet all his chips on you.

He may or not ask you for a quick training fight just to watch your legs as he dodges them.

He knows those legs are dangerous... well, for him it's in another way.

He knows you're an exceptional fighter, and he can joke all he wants, but he thinks you're strong. In more ways than one.

The room was silent, save for the sound of paper being turned. Smoke drifted lazily upward, dissipating in the cool light of the office. You was concentrating on the report that the damned old Gakuganji had tossed onto your desk for you to review.

Honestly, did that old man know how to work? Or did he just specialize in delegating annoying tasks to others?

Then you felt it. A quick movement, a subtle flick of air, but before you could react, your leg was jerked violently to the side. You grunted at the trip, but your trained body responded before you could hit the ground. Your hands broke your fall, propelling you back up with a grace only you could muster.

Like a cat, you rose to your feet in one fluid motion, exhaling cigarette smoke as you narrowed your eyes at your attacker. “Satoru.”

He stood there, smirking, the black blindfold barely concealing his evident amusement. “Oh, you’re fast. I expected you to fall straight down this time,” he teased, leaning forward slightly, as if already bracing himself for his next attack.

You merely inhaled on your cigarette, blowing smoke in his direction. “And you’re still an idiot.”

His grin widened. “And you’re still so hot when you’re pissed.”

#jujutsu kaisen x reader #satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo x gn!reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #satoru gojo x you #gojo x you #jjk x reader #jjk gojo x you #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen x gender neutral reader #jjk x gn!reader #x reader

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blueblossomrose · 6 months ago

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TW boys with a fem reader who is basically Rapunzel from Tangled. Like, reader has magical long hair that can heal and it's also unbreakable. Plus, she has a kind and passionate personality but don't take her for granted, she can be fiesty when she wants and can stand on her own.

Characters: Ace Trappola, Azul Ashengrotto, Epel Felmier, Rollo Flamme, Ruggie Bucchi, Jamil Viper, Fellow Honest

Content: Rapunzel!Fem!MC/Reader, maybe broken english, references Tangled (2010), some swear words? maybe

Note(s): Thank you for the ask and sorry for the extreme delay 😭 I chose the characters that I thought best matched the request <3

Comments and reblogs are very welcome ♡

Summary: What if the prefect of the Ramshackle Dorm was a certain princess? One who has never left her tower, who has very long, magical hair, a pet chameleon, and uses a frying pan to defend herself.

He would probably make fun of you. I mean, besides being a newbie to Twisted Wonderland you're still so naive?

He might try to trick you with some harmless little lies, just to be funny, but as time goes by, he becomes more and more enchanted by you.

He might ask her to heal him of minor injuries just to see how it works, but he would pretend he didn't care much.

He would find it hilarious that you uses a frying pan to defend yourself. At first, he might tease you that it's a weird way to fight, but after he gets hit (probably because he's too cheeky), he realizes that you actually knows how to use it and learns to respect that.

Your magical hair, the way you handled things... even the frying pan hits you gave him over the head when he was going too far. He realizes that he enjoys your company more than a friend.

Because you're different from the people he knows. You are guileless, you doesn't lie like he does, and your honesty comes from a place of genuine kindness. This slowly disarms him.

He'd be irritated (but secretly confused) to realize that he likes to protect you when someone tries to take advantage of your naivety.

He might end up getting jealous if someone else gets too much attention from you. He would cover it up by saying he's just "keeping you out of trouble," but anyone would see that he's clearly bothered.

He doesn't get along with Pascal at first, his rivalry is even more intense with the little reptile than with Grim, actually.

Eventually, he becomes attached to Pascal as he has become attached to everyone in the group. The chameleon takes advantage of the opportunity to sit on his shoulders or on his orange hair.

When he's getting into trouble, you grab him with your hair and keep him from making more trouble, often turning him upside down.

When your hair was braided for better mobility, he was: 😳

It's in book 4 after the confusion with Jamil and Scarabia, he was semi-ready to declare himself more honestly.

"Look, I don't know if it's because you hit me over the head with that frying pan or if you really did charm me with that shiny hair, but... I think I like you. And before you say something silly... you better tell me you like me too."

Your very limited contact with men meant that you didn't have as many prejudices regarding height or... appearance.

This kind of made you not assume he was a girl and just ask him directly. This was enough to make Epel feel more comfortable with you.

Unlike Ace, his first contact with Pascal was surprisingly calm and he likes the little chameleon, the feeling is mutual.

Over time, Epel realized that he admired your strength and innocence. You are a bit naive but you knows how to defend yourself! He wanted to know how to handle that frying pan as well as you.

You encourage him beyond his insecurities, able to make him see the best in himself and show it to the world.

It's in book 6 that he realizes your true determination. I mean, the way you took out those robots was incredible!

He watched your magical hair heal everyone... truly so wonderful it's almost unbelievable. You have the gift of healing.

It was probably Vil who made your hair easier to move with a braid. Epel who put on the decorations, though. He blushed at your compliments.

He was ready to admit it when he's tied up in your hair.

"You... look even more beautiful from this angle..."

Upon hearing about the mysterious newcomer, Azul sees an opportunity. If you is lost and confused, perhaps you needs help... and who better than him to offer your a "small" contract?

He unfortunately (perhaps fortunately) was unable to actually contact you until the events from book 3.

Upon meeting you, Azul is intrigued. You unusual beauty, the sparkle in your eyes and, most importantly, your long magical hair pique his interest.

Your genuine kindness began to disconcert him. How could someone be so honest, so without ulterior motives? It was an irritating naivety… and at the same time, endearing.

Yet, you know how to defend yourself very well... much better than well, in fact.

When Floyd made a joke that your hair sometimes looked like Azul's tentacles, he found himself thinking about it more than he should have.

During book 4 you two get closer, you're practically his knight in shining armor. Although due to the situation, it should be the other way around.

Pascal didn't like him, but he started to like him after he helped you. Azul is happy that he no longer feels threatened by a animal that size.

He feels safe when he's being healed by you and your magical hair... maybe that means something.

You seem curious about your octopus form. It makes him feel embarrassed, but... you look so trusting. It's weird. He doesn't want to trust anyone but you just make his brain relax. It's scary.

To the point where he suddenly finds himself opening up to you about things he didn't want to talk initially, he suddenly stops with a red face and that stupid smile on your face only makes him redder.

"You look more confident with that braid, [Name]-san. Beautiful flowers."

Your long magical hair drew attention wherever you went, especially because it was uncut and shiny. Some students were curious, others suspicious, but none reacted like Rollo Flamme.

From the first moment he saw you, Rollo felt a mixture of fascination and contempt. Your hair clearly possessed magical properties, and the mere fact of its existence was a reminder of what he hated most.

However, you behavior baffled him. Unlike the arrogant mages he despised, you was kind and naive, in awe of everything around you. You asked questions about Noble Bell College, about Fleur City, about the Bell of Salvation, listening to each answer with an enchanted glint in your eyes.

He inevitably treated you differently than he treated the other students at NRC. At first it was to help his charade and also because you were a girl, but later it became much more genuine than he wanted.

Rollo tried to keep his distance, but he couldn’t help but feel a peculiar irritation whenever she got into trouble or when anyone got too close to her.

You used a frying pan to defend yourself, which was, in his view, completely absurd. And yet strangely effective. He witnessed this when a student tried to cut a lock of your hair and received a direct hit.

Your chameleon, who seemed to constantly judge him, became more of a problem. Pascal didn't like it when he got too close to you, and stuck his tongue in Rollo's ear. Mortifying. For Rollo at least.

The chaos of Rollo’s plan was coming to an end. Rollo knew he was defeated. But he refused to show weakness, even in the face of the fae prince. His body was exhausted, wounded, but before Malleus could deliver the final blow, [Name] acted, your long magical hair shot forward, coiling around Rollo and lifting him into the air, upside down.

His eyes widened, confused, indignant. “What do you think you’re doing?!” he would ask.

“Stopping Malleus from turning you to ash,” you replied, as if it were obvious. “You already lost. You doesn’t need to hurt yourself anymore.”

Rollo gritted his teeth, hating this feeling of helplessness. He tried to struggle, but the your strands were stronger than they looked. “I don’t need your pity,” he growled.

Before he could protest more, you began to sing. The golden glow enveloped his body, and Rollo felt something strange, a soft warmth running through his wounds, the pain dissipating, the fatigue fading.

He hated it. Hated the magic, hated the feeling of vulnerability. But most of all, he hated the fact that, for a brief moment, he didn’t want you to stop.

He hated all magic... but yours was an exception.

He helped re-braid your hair at the ball.

"Come here. I'll pick some flowers..."

Jamil imprisons you as part of his plan in the event of Book 4. You, who has never seen the world beyond your tower before Twisted Wonderland, not exactly panicking? But you understand that the situation is critical so you try to escape.

While trying to maintain his cover as a loyal servant, he mentally mocks your naivety at first, but is soon surprised by you determination in trying to escape... using a frying pan.

After book 4, he learned valuable lessons about how not to mess with you or your pets... and also that frying pans hurt a lot.

When forced to be around you, he begins to feel sympathy for you. He recognizes your kindness and passion, unlike Kalim, your ignorance was more justified in Jamil's opinion alone, of course.

Pascal didn't like him very much from the beginning, but when they understood each other, it became a beautiful friendship. I guess reptiles understand each other?

He would watch with unparalleled calm as you grabbed him with your hair... well, expected.

In book 5, he pulled you to the mat before Vil could even get close.

After several interactions in which he begins to realize your strength and kindness, Jamil falls in love with you. He sees in you someone who, despite your naivety, has the power to heal not only physically but emotionally. Everyone likes you, one way or another.

Just like Ace, he was 😳 when you showed off your Vil-braided hair. You look beautiful either way, but your hair has an extra charm this way.

"Nice braids... I can make some more for you. H-hm, if you want, of course."

Perfect Flynn Rider. Scoundrel, thief, humble origins... the name is Ruggie Bucchi.

He tried to take advantage of her naivety several times while they were getting to know each other, but after book 2, the relationship actually improved.

Whenever he tried to steal something from you without you seeing, Pascal would magically appear next to him and stick his tongue in Ruggie's ear.

"AARGH! Not again!" Ruggie shook like crazy, trying to get the little animal away. Pascal, in turn, just went back to his place, satisfied.

During the chaos at the book 3, Before Ruggie could react, he was lifted into the air, since [Name], in the heat of the moment, had used her long magical hair to hold him back. But, lost in the conversation, she simply forgot he was there. Ruggie was shaking his head, huffing. "Hey, uh… princess? I'm still here…" you continued talking to Azul, completely distracted. Then, without realizing it, you let your hair down.

Azul arched an eyebrow as Jade and Floyd watched with amusement. You covered your mouth, looking at Ruggie lying on the ground. "Oops..."

Ruggie groaned, not having the strength to curse.

Ruggie would sit with you at Savanaclaw, after seeing you upset with yourself for losing your dorm and being naive, and there he talks a little about his poor background, making you laugh a little with his statements and good mood, only to make you laugh again at the end when he tells you not to tell anyone, after all, "that would ruin his reputation."

Ruggie was no stranger to injuries. He was always getting into sticky situations, and when you saw some scrapes and bruises after a confrontation, your first instinct was: “Stay still.” Before he could question it, your hair wrapped around the wounds.

After everything they had been through in Book 3, Ruggie was tasked with taking you back to your dorm. Normally, he would have balked at doing something that didn’t directly benefit him, but for some reason, he accepted without hesitation. On the way, you talked about everything you had learned and how you felt. Ruggie listened, more attentively than he would like to admit. When you arrived, you smiled at him. His heart gave a strange leap.

"...Tsk. I hope you know I don't do anything for free, princess."

Perfect Flynn Rider #2. More than Ruggie, even.

The first time they met, he had ignored her. He was more focused on convincing the 'elite' of Night Raven College to accept his invitation and come to Playful Land.

When [Name] arrived at Playful Land, he finally noticed her. Her long, shiny hair adorned with flowers, her delicate face, and curious eyes. A naive, impressionable girl dazzled by the new world around her? The easiest prey he'd had in years... until she wasn't.

Pascal, her pet chameleon, hated Fellow Honest at first sight and immediately tried to attack him, slapping his face with its curled tail.

When the deception was revealed, Fellow's plan, she wasted no time. One clean strike with the frying pan. With the skill of her magical hair, she quickly tied Fellow and Gidel up, leaving them no chance of escape.

When Fellow woke up, he found himself trapped in [Name]'s hair, who was staring down at him with a steady gaze. “Very well, Fellow Honest…” she said slowly, her eyes narrowed. “I need to find my friends, and so I’ve decided to trust… you.” Fellow blinked in disbelief. “A horrible decision, really” he replied.

Fellow even tries to escape a few times, but every time he tries, she tightens her grip on her hair. Gidel remains silent and worries about Fellow, but he can't deny that it's a little funny to see him trying to escape before being dragged back to [Name].

During the scuffle to save the boys, Fellow had gotten himself badly hurt. He just agreed to guide [Name] to where they were and didn't want to get involved, but his plans didn't go as planned. He didn't even realize how bad it was until [Name] grabbed him and wrapped her magical hair around his body. And then... he was unharmed. Fellow looked down at himself, horrified. "Since when do you do THAT?" He asked. She blinked, and laughs awkwardly. "I guess... since forever?" He looked at her even more in disbelief. "And no one thought it was important to tell me?!" He was completely baffled. Healing magic like this was rare. How could a girl lost in the middle of nowhere have such an ability?

During this whole situation I can imagine several iconic scenes. Like: "Sorry, boys. I don't sing." / "I could get used to a view like this..." / "The only thing I want to do with your hair is to get out of it!… literally!" / "I know not who you are, or how I came to find you, but may I just say… hi. How ya doin'?" / "Stay calm. It can probaly smell fear."

Even, the NRC students chose not to report him. She just said, “If you get arrested, what will happen to Gidel?” and he felt his stomach turn in a strange way.

Fellow Honest had never been someone easy to impress, much less change. But something about you disconcerted him. Not only did you not treat him with disdain even after discovering his terrible intentions, you also seemed to understand something about him that even he himself did not. When he was around you, he felt as if he knew where he was going. And at last he see the light.

"Did I ever tell you, I have got a thing for your hair color?"

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blueblossomrose · 6 months ago

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This post is part of the Twisted Parents Series.

Content: Post-canon, fem!afab!mc, fluffy, too much fluffy, twst boys with teenage children. And questionable humor, of course. My trademark.

Notes: So, my country is in summer and here in Brazil summer is naturally hot since it's ahem, tropical country, but this year summer has been ABSOLUTE HELL abnormally hot so I need something to keep from going crazy. Preferably air conditioning on 24 hours, but since I don't have that option, I'm going to turn my frustration into fluffy.

Comments and reblogs are very welcome ♡

Summer Season

The Queendom of Roses had never faced such an intense heat wave. Soon its residents were euphoric, especially certain not-so-eccentric families.

It was frankly absurd. People were already waking up exhausted, walking through the streets like zombies, the heat coming directly from the sun almost like it's melting their brains.

Everything was so hot that it was torture to be outside during the middle of the day.

It got to the point that the air conditioning in Riddle's office simply broke down. He spent the whole day attending to restless children and stressed mothers, amidst sweaty papers and a weak fan that only threw hot air from one side to the other. When he finally got home, sweaty and breathing heavily, his patience was already exhausted.

In this situation, it was absolutely unthinkable to stay home listening to his children complaining about the heat all day. [Name]'s suggestion, said with a carefree smile while fanning her face with a magazine, was that they go to the beach.

Riddle, of course, initially refused. The thought of sand sticking to his skin and the sun that would burn until his whole body was red made him even more exhausted.

But after the insistence of the two of them —his wife and daughter — he had to sigh and give in.

Now, there he was, sitting under a red-and-white striped umbrella, a wide-brimmed hat protecting his fair skin. His blue-gray eyes narrowed as he watched Violete, who was trying to sneak away to the water.

“Where do you think you’re going, young lady?” Riddle asked, his voice firm but not exactly stern.

“Uhhh… swimming?” the girl replied, as if it were obvious.

“I told you about that. Not without putting on sunscreen,” Riddle said flatly, pointing to the bottle in the bag next to him. The girl rolled her eyes and grumbled, but eventually reluctantly went back to her mother to apply sunscreen.

Meanwhile, Alex was sitting quietly under the umbrella next to [Name]. He shared the chair with his mother, who laughed softly at Violete's complaints. Alex seemed oblivious to everything, completely immersed in a game on his old blue Gameboy.

Riddle, from time to time, gave his son critical looks. It's not like he hated Alex's appreciation for video games, but God, did he have to have his face buried in that all day?

Alex had been like this since he was 9, when he got his Gameboy, gift from his mother. Now, at 14, he kept the same device, only changing the case from time to time, as if it were a way to personalize his digital adventure companion.

Violete, at sixteen, It was both what you expected and what you didn't expect from a teenager. Energetic and full of life, with a sarcastic and rebellious streak, her excitement was almost contagious. She had her own hobbies which involved video games with her brother as much as books and cricket. She had already jumped into the water as soon as the sunscreen ritual was over.

The short red strands, which she often curled, were now back to their natural state, flowing straight as they got wet. She was swimming happily, challenging small waves, when she noticed a group of people not far away. Two instructors were helping some tourists climb onto a large board, probably part of those leisure programs offered at the beach – canoeing, stand-up paddleboarding, something like that.

Violete swam closer and watched for a moment, until an idea popped into her head. Turning back to the sand, she raised her voice and called: “Dad!”

Riddle, who was finally starting to relax in his chair, looked up suspiciously. “What now?”

“Let’s get on the board together! It’ll be fun!” she shouted.

“Violete, I’m not getting on that board with you,” he replied immediately, with a seriousness that made Alex let out a small muffled laugh on the other side. [Name], next to him, just raised her eyebrows with a look of “let’s see how long you can resist.”

However, Violete was persistent, and his daughter’s insistent expression – the one she clearly inherited from her mother – eventually won out. A few minutes later, Riddle was in the water, visibly uncomfortable as he was guided to the board by a patient instructor and an overly excited daughter.

"This is a bad idea, Violete," he muttered, already feeling regret setting in as he put on a life jacket. "I'm a doctor, I know exactly how many ways this can go wrong."

"Dad, you need to relax!" Violete replied, smiling as she helped him onto the board, where she was already balanced with impressive ease. "It's going to be fun, trust me!"

But before Riddle could argue, the board swayed dangerously, and he grabbed onto his daughter with a suddenness she hadn't expected. "Violette!" he exclaimed, desperately trying to steady himself.

"Dad, you're pulling me under!" she protested, as she tried to steady them both. Riddle, for his part, was focused on not falling into the water, which seemed increasingly inevitable.

He looked back, seeing [Name] on the sand, waving at them with an amused smile. Alex didn't even look – the sound of the Gameboy buttons continued, indifferent to the family chaos that was happening in the sea.

The minutes when Violette guided the board towards the waves were the moments when Riddle despaired the most, although they managed to at least catch a good wave, even though they were completely unbalanced.

Finally, after a few minutes that seemed like an eternity, the inevitable happened. The board rocked to one side, then the other, and they both fell into the water with a big splash.

When he emerged, wet and irritated, but also, to his surprise, smiling, Riddle heard Violete's crystal-clear laugh.

"See, Dad? It was fun, wasn't it?!" her hands hit the water splashing more water on him.

"Ugh, stop!" even while complaining, Riddle was smiling, sometimes returning the splashes of water on his daughter.

"Huh? Where are dad and Vi?" Alex questioned as he lifted his head, [Name] laughed and pointed, just long enough for Alex to see his dad and sister catch a wave together before falling into the water again. Riddle was almost as desperate as you could imagine while Violete was in front on the board with the biggest smile in the world. A frankly hilarious frame.

The blazing midday sun seemed even more intense that unusual summer in the Queendom of Roses. The oppressive heat made even going out for simple activities like shopping at the Clover bakery a challenge. Still, the frozen treats that Trey made had become a sensation. Artisanal ice cream, fresh fruit pies, and refreshing drinks were flying off the shelves.

One afternoon, sitting at the small oak table in the back of the bakery, Trey rubbed his sweaty forehead as he watched his children play. Tim and Thomas were more interested in hanging out by the fan, while Rose ran around with seemingly inexhaustible energy despite the heat. He glanced over at [Name], who was waving a makeshift paper fan and mumbling something about how hot it's outside. It was then that an idea struck him.

How about take a trip to the falls?

A cool, peaceful place, and the perfect local to cool off.

Rose, being the youngest, immediately jumped up and down with excitement, Tim and Thomas, on the other hand, teenagers already at an age where they'd rather stay home with their phones or their own hobbies, didn't seem so excited. But family trip is mandatory, after all. It was an agreement they made with their parents.

Trey and [Name] arrived at the trailhead with their children, each carrying light backpacks filled with towels, snacks, and bottles of water. Rose bounced excitedly ahead, her small backpack bouncing as she droned on and on about how the waterfalls would be.

Tim, the oldest, trailed slowly, already sweating in the heat, his expression clearly reflecting his displeasure with the hike. “Why couldn’t we just buy ice cream and stay home with the fan on?” he muttered, earning an amused look from Trey.

Thomas, on the other hand, was somewhere in between, half-interested in the hike but clearly dead tired. He walked with his hands in his pockets, backpack and bag on the shoulder.

After a while, the trail opened up to reveal the waterfall. The view was spectacular: crystal clear water cascaded down, creating a refreshing mist that immediately took the edge off the heat. The surrounding vegetation was dense, with bright green leaves and colorful wildflowers that looked even more vivid in the sun.

Rose ran towards the shore, stopping only when Trey called her, asking her to wait while he and [Name] found a good spot for the towel. Tim, sighing, threw himself into the shade of a large rock, lying down like a sack of potatoes. “Wake me up when we leave,” he muttered, eliciting a laugh from [Name].

Thomas, however, took advantage of the distraction. He grabbed a handful of cold water and silently approached Rose. “Hey, Rose, look up!” he shouted, pointing to the top of the waterfall. When his sister looked up, he splashed her with ice-cold water, making her squeal.

“Thomas!” she protested, but she was already splashing him back, starting a water fight that soon involved Trey trying to calm them both down so that they wouldn't fall and hurt themselves on the rocks.

Meanwhile, [Name] was standing next to Tim, offering him a bottle of cool water. "You know you're going to want to get in the water soon," she said.

Tim opened a lazy eye. "Only if someone carries me there."

After a while, Tim gave in to the heat and joined his brothers in the water. Trey and [Name] watched, relaxing on the towel on the floor. Thomas and Rose were now trying to build a "dam" with rocks and branches, while Tim stood nearby, pretending not to care but discreetly helping them find the right branches.

As the time has passed, Trey stood up, adjusting his glasses and getting everyone's attention. "Time for a snack!" he announced, grabbing a small cooler with fruit, sandwiches, and some homemade pastries from the bakery.

Rose was the first to run, still dripping watee, while Thomas and Tim followed her. Like three Gremlins, they sat down and ate despite shivering from the cold from the thermal shock of the ice-cold water on the hot climate.

The end of the afternoon was spent peacefully, with the family resting and enjoying the relaxing sound of the waterfall. When they finally started to pack up their things, Rose complained that she wanted to stay a little longer, but Trey promised that they could return soon, eliciting a smile from her. The walk back was less lively – tiredness had finally taken over the trio, mainly Rose who was the central animation. Trey, with a soft smile, carried her backpack along with his, while [Name] chuckled softly at the funny observations her tired daughter even so made about every detail of the trail.

The hot season brought with it an unexpected relief from Cater’s hectic schedule. The scorching sun made everyone crave a break, and for him, that meant finishing work early and finding something more exciting to do with his family. After all, there was nothing worse than a interview in the sweltering heat, with people feeling sweaty and uncomfortable.

With an excited smile, Cater dragged his wife [Name] and children, Astrid and Rory, to a nature reserve by the sea. The place was perfect for disconnecting from the world. It offered ample space to swim and even snorkel with some of the sea creatures, creating a relaxing atmosphere full of photo opportunities that he loved to capture.

Astrid quickly raised her hand, as if she had asked an important question. “Can I swim with the sharks?” she said with a sparkle in her eyes, her light orange hair lightly blowing in her face as she looked anxiously at her parents.

“Why on earth would you want to swim with sharks?” Rory replied.

[Name] couldn’t help but laugh, trying to lighten the situation. “I’m glad you want to go on an adventure, dear, but I think it would be better to start with something lighter, don’t you think?” she looked at Astrid with a calm smile.

Astrid grimaced, not completely convinced, crossing her arms and looking at her parents as if she were going to continue the argument. But before she could complain any further, a hand appeared underneath her, lifting her off the ground with ease. Cater placed her on his back, with Astrid laughing and squealing with excitement.

"Hey, hey! No arguing, let's just enjoy the moment, how about seeing the manta rays?" Cater suggested. "They like getting close to humans, and they're super harmless. It'll be really cool."

Astrid, with her face already lit up with a wide smile, put the grimace aside, agreeing with her father. She was excited about the idea, even more than with the sharks. Rory, still suspicious, looked at his sister and then at his parents, with a slight sigh. He couldn't deny that their enthusiasm was contagious.

And so the family began their walk to the water sports area, with the sound of waves crashing against the rocks and the summer heat enveloping them all. Cater was happy to be sharing this moment with his wife and children, finally having some time to relax and enjoy life outside the chaos of journalistic work. Over the years, he has learned to appreciate life off-screen more.

To escape the hell that was the city that day, Ace decided that the best solution would be to take his family to a nearby river. Nothing too elaborate, but at least there they could cool off without having to spend a fortune on cold drinks or abuse his magic with cooling spells, which were a luxury that he, as someone from the ministry's accounting department, was not willing to abuse.

For a while, everything went peacefully. [Name] took off her shoes and dipped her feet in the water, relaxing as she watched her children venture further ahead. Lilian had already tied her orange-red hair into a ponytail, while Jasper stood with his arms crossed, evaluating whether it was worth getting in the water or if it would be more fun to tease his sister. Ace, on the other hand, already had his feet submerged and was throwing some water up, enjoying the coolness.

It was then that, out of nowhere, the tranquility was broken.

“So, Dad,” Lilian began, crossing her arms and giving him an inquisitive look, “How many girlfriends did you have before Mom?”

Ace blinked in confusion as he finished stretching in the water. “What? Where did that question come from?”

"You had a girlfriend before mom. And you didn't think to tell us, huh?"

Ace glanced sideways at [Name], who just chuckled, clearly enjoying the situation.

“What have you been telling them?” he asked, arching an eyebrow.

“Me? Nothing!” [Name] replied with an innocent smile. “But your brother loves to tell stories.”

Ace groaned softly. His brother... he should have known.

"Lili, I didn't even know your mother when I broke up with this girlfriend!" he tried to argue to see if his daughter would change the subject.

But Lilian quickly dodged him and kept her accusatory expression. "Even so!" she insisted, now going closer to her mother, as if seeking reinforcement. "Uncle said you were a jerk to mom in the beginning! And what about the other girl?! You were nice to her?!"

Ace ran his hand over his face in disbelief. He had faced powerful adverse situations, being a troublemaker at school�� but nothing compared to the fury of a teenage daughter determined to seek justice for her mother.

"Is this an interrogation?" he asked, raising his hands in surrender.

"It depends on your answer," Lilian replied with a frown.

"Look, I wasn't the easiest guy to deal with back then," Ace admitted, scratching the back of his neck. "But I wasn't that bad either, okay?"

"What does that mean?!" Lilian insisted.

Ace sighed. "You know what? I'll ask your uncle what else he's been telling you. I mean, I should be enjoying the water, not defending my reputation from sixteen years ago!"

"Maybe if you hadn't been such a jerk, you wouldn't have to defend yourself now," Jasper scoffed.

"Are you two going to go swimming or keep tormenting me?"

Lilian and Jasper exchanged glances and, without warning, threw water at their father at the same time, this one who gasped offendedly.

"Sweetie, don't be so hard on your father," [Name] intervened, placing her hand gently on Lilian's hair, who was still pouting. "He wasn't perfect, but he learned a lot. And he certainly wasn't the only one who made mistakes." she chuckled, stroking her daughter's hair. "Although he really deserves some of the karma, I'd say."

"Oh, for the love of—!" Ace exclaimed, feigning indignation, while Jasper, on the other side, burst out laughing, clearly enjoying the situation. Ace an his wet hands over his face, as if that could alleviate the embarrassment. "This is absurd! Look here, I wasn't that horrible! What are you three trying to do to me, huh? A public lynching? Lili, I promise you, the only woman I've ever truly loved was your mother. No other woman has ever made me feel like she did, you little brat."

Lilian was still frowning. "Really?" she asked, a little suspicious.

"More than serious," he replied, with that carefree expression he always used when he tried to seem convincing. "And do you know what happens to those who don't believe in their dads?"

Before Lilian could react, Ace grabbed her by the waist, in a quick and agile movement, dragging her straight into the water.

She let out a high-pitched scream, taking everyone by surprise. "DAD!" she shouted, between laughter and protests, as she tried to free herself.

Water splashed around, and Lilian, now soaking wet, laughed loudly as she struggled to escape her father's embrace, but Ace, laughing along, held her tight. "Do you doubt me? Do you really think I don't love your mother?"

"I never said that!" Lilian replied, laughing and trying to balance herself. "But that doesn't justify throwing me in the water!"

Ace chuckled once more, releasing her and raising his hands in surrender. "Fine, fine, little brat. Just don't question my love for you too."

The unbearable heat that had never been seen before in Queendom of Roses was demanding drastic measures from Deuce. He even thought about taking his family to a place like a beach or a river, but when he got home, he found an unexpected scene in the backyard.

The sound of children's laughter and water jets echoed in the hot air. His children and his wife were completely absorbed in the refreshing game with the garden hose. Matthew, in colorful shorts, held the hose tightly, laughing loudly as he shot jets of water in the direction of his mother and brother. Raphael, smaller and more agile, tried to escape by running clumsily, but was hit full on in the chest, making him let out a shrill laugh. [Name] was also soaked, her white blouse now stuck to her body due to the water, and strands of hair stuck to her face as she laughed, trying to shield herself behind her youngest son.

The scene are completely chaotic.

"Hey!" Deuce's voice broke the moment, firm and unexpected. His serious expression made Matthew's eyes widen and lowered the hose, "What are you doing getting your mother and brother wet like that, Matthew?" Deuce asked, crossing his arms.

"Sorry, Dad, we were just-" Matthew started to justify himself, but was interrupted by Deuce snatched the hose from his hands and held it tightly.

A mischievous glint crossed his determined gaze, the same look he used to have in their old delinquent phase. "It has to be this way!" He turned the hose directly on Matthew and Raphael, blasting them with a jet of water strong enough to make them scream and laugh at the same time.

Matthew tried to run away, but Deuce was spot on—he aimed right at the boy’s back, making him squirm in surprise. Raphael, laughing nervously, tried to hide behind his mother, but Deuce quickly changed his target, and soon a cold jet hit [Name] as well. “Deuce!” she shouted, laughing as she raised her arms in a futile attempt to defend herself. “It's not fair!”

“Of course it's fair,” he snapped, amused by the general confusion that ensued. The boys joined in, trying to grab the hose from their father, but Deuce was faster and dodged it easily.

[Name] took advantage of a moment of distraction to run to a forgotten bucket in the corner of the garden. Before Deuce knew it, she had filled it and poured the water straight over his head. The shock of the icy water made Deuce hold his breath for a moment.

"Ah, now you've done it," he murmured, a smile breaking across his face before he charged at them, picking [Nome] up, making her squeal as he picked up the hose from the floor. Raphael and Matthew ran to escape, but Deuce was too fast to them. Within seconds, they were all completely soaked, laughing as if the unbearable heat had been forgotten.

Eventually, the garden became a water war zone, if it wasn't already before.

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