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💘❤️‍🩹 Nuada x Disowned Human Princess reader who her parents and her sister neglect her.

Part 1 of ?

Summary: Your father wants your older sister to be the perfect queen to the Bethmoora clan. Your sister wants everything to be perfect for her. Your mother never wanted anything much. You however, want to know why your sister’s dream guy, or elf in that matter, wants your attention and your presence to himself.

Info: This is my first Nuada x female reader so please don’t judge me! I’ll try my best to make it enjoyable! Enjoy!

When you think of the word “Princess” what do you believe a princess is?

The daughter of a king and queen who rules over a kingdom of their own. The consort of a prince who can later make her become a queen of higher standing. A woman of high rank or of high standing in her class or profession with good skills and enough power of her own.

Your family’s princesses were all of the above with each definition. Someone who wanted to marry the princess to turn her into a queen. Someone who obeys her husband and behaves like a good wife. Someone who a man could have as a trophy to display.

That’s a princess.

You were the first princess to ever ruin the image of your family’s title.

Every since you met a boy name Tommy who not only was the laundry boy in your palace but a Satyr, you befriend him even when you found out about it. I mean who would think that a half goat half boy was dangerous right? And also since you didn’t fear him or said anything to the maids about him, you were reeled into a life where you and him had the most fun in the small town your parents ruled over. He taught you the amazing things about other creatures and how he wished for humans to get along with his kind so that no one has to fear anyone again. You swore secretly that you wanted to make his dream come true.

When your family found out, they immediately got rid of Tommy and you never learned whether he was dead or kicked out of the country. You were punished for keeping him a secret, and you were to never leave your room unless you were told to or else. You preoccupied yourself with the books in the library about trolls and fairies and it helps you learn more about them than you ever did with your family’s help. When your family suspected your change of perspective to mythical beings and how you wanted to make peace with them instead of ruling over some of them, you were banned from the only place you enjoy, unless you learned that creatures like Tommy were never to be seen as equals. Of course you refused to accept that and never saw your family eye to eye again.

Years went by and your role of a princess was fading every day. Maids and guards still served you every time you needed them, but it was hard for them to be loyal when your sister would command them to do small pranks or to just leave you be. And since she is your parents favorite, how could the servants oppose her demands? You didn’t blame them anyways and insisted to yourself that you were better alone. No suitors to ask for proposals, that belongs to your sister. No gifts on random days, your sister has them all. No attention or praises from your parents, you sister took their eyes away from you.

Your parents never did gave you the attention that you wanted from them than your sister who could easily ask by calling for them. Back then you thought, if you were more socializing, more full of yourself, and more of a show off than your sister, you could get attention from both your parents and suitors to pass on the family’s fame. Instead, you chose the route to avoid that possibility. To avoid accepting that creatures are monsters that deserve to rot and never step on man’s land. To avoid pretending to enjoy men who live to gloat and boast about their riches and palaces. You even promised yourself many times that you would never get married to a man like that, or any man at all.

That is until your father at the dinner table gave you and your sister a announcement.

“We’ll be visiting the Bethmoora clan to have a peaceful agreement with lands and supplies. I want both of you to behave and go along with the plan I have in mind to help our land and kingdom. That is all.” He said before leaving the dining room where my sister and I were left with our mother. She smiled at us and told us to get ready to meet them and to look very nice and cute. After my sister left I asked my mom why would they want to talk to us? She frowned and stood up from her seat walking towards you. “Your father wants to expand our land and make more people live here so that people can pay more for the construction of homes, shops and businesses. He loves to own a lot of land, and the clan seem to not like that much. So he believes he can convince them to gives us some land so that he can give supplies to them.” She pushes you towards the door and lets you off with a small comment. “But I wouldn’t worry about that dear. After all a good princess doesn’t worry about affairs or anything that a king won’t have trouble with.” And she closes the door. Does she really think that a affair like this is important to know for the occasion?

After getting ready for a business meeting that you might not have importance in, you family were set off to the land that the Bethmoora clan owned and saw many of them growing crops that you’ve every seen in your life. Your sister seemed to snicker at your gaze. “What is so funny dear sister?” You ask with a slight low tone. “Oh nothing little sister!” She said with a slight smirk. “It’s just it’s funny how your amazed at this many crops when there’s lots of markets at our home that has those in display-oops!” She covered her smile. “I forgot! You haven’t been out for so long! I’m sorry forgive me little sister!” She giggled. Man she really gets on your nerves a lot does she? Makes you wonder how you two got along before you saw how she really was when she wasn’t near you.

“Oh girls! Chins up! Remember to give perfect impressions!” Mother stated before leaving the carriage. Your older sister went after you. You were astonish of how the clan could be so beautiful with a small palace of their own. Even the small houses you passed were so pretty compare to the ones back home. And you were interested of how each elf looks exactly the same but yet so different from one another. It confuses you and intrigues you equally. When your family were greeted by the advisor who said that they were to wait at the dining room for the king, your sister couldn’t help but voice her thoughts out loud. “And will the prince be there?” She asked with curiosity is her face. Your face would look unimpressed and your eyes rolled up. It wasn’t surprising that your sister would be happy to know that 1) the king has a son and that 2) would be interested of what he looks like and what he does. She was just as curious as any girl who learns of a prince in their father’s business matters. “Yes your highness” the advisor said with a neutral tone “he and his sister the princess will be with his majesty at the dining room. They are just getting ready and will meet with you all momentarily.” He said while guiding all of you to the room. Before you could sit in a chair, you mother made a request to your father. “Oh! Honey, don’t you think that our youngest will grow tired and lost from this meeting?” She asked your father while you look at her bewildered. Is she trying to ask father to make you leave the room? In a palace you don’t know of? “I don’t mind being quiet if that’s what your worried about mother.” You try to testify but your father held up a hand. “It’s alright darling. If you want to roam around but not too far, you are excuse from this meeting. It will only take maybe a hour at best.” He said with a small grin and a reassuring tone. “What about dear sister?” You gesture to her. “Will you get bored of meetings like these? You use to say that affairs were not suited for you.” You said while you look at her. “She might be needed for this so just be on your way. Ask the advisor if there’s a place you would like to visit.” He shows you with his left hand. “Run along now, let us handle this dear.” You were left outside the room while the advisor even seemed surprised by this action. “My apologies for my family.” You reassured him while he look at the door then to you. “Why do they treat you different if I may ask?” “They don’t wanna say bluntly that they don’t want me here but because I’m part of the family, I have to participate in events like family meetings or social gatherings that involve us. It’s not new for me so don’t worry.” You look down while saying that last part. It really wasn’t new that your family didn’t have high expectations for you. You’d don’t care though. Not so much though. “So!” You look at him while he seemed to have straighten his posture. Was he looking down somewhere? “You wouldn’t happen to have a library I can past the time with by chance?” He seem to be surprised by this type of request. I guess no princess visits libraries now often? “Oh of course! Right this way!” Let’s hope that you have time to explore the palace while you still can. You would loved to hope that this meeting isn’t long enough for you all to stay long. You also hope that you won’t bump into your sister’s new crush. Oh that would be exhausting.

Ok this might become a small series due to how I didn’t know a text maximum! Oops…hope you guys enjoy this and hope for part 2! Thank you for reading!

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You play has Dracula. Dracula is more to be like your OC then the one from the movies so rp him how ever you want.

Also 1 and 2 are the same. 2 just being that he has his three wives. Witch will be OCs cuz I never saw the movies.

The plots.

1 - Skyla is a lone werewolf. She had to move to a new place do to being chanced out of by the town. She didn’t know that she moved on the territory of the famous Vladislaus Dracula. She had heard stories about the vampire king. Though she paid them no mind since she never thought she would see him. But little did she know that Dracula planned on coming to deal with her. He only stoped when he saw that she wasn’t a threat. Instead he watched her go about her day. Skyla wasn’t aware of this though. She did feel eyes on her but she ignored it thinking it was just her being paranoid. She was chanced out of her old home after all. So she went on with day. Little did she know that Dracula planned on having her become his wife.

2 - Skyla is a lone werewolf. She had to move to a new place do to being chanced out of by the town. She didn’t know that she moved on the territory of the famous Vladislaus Dracula. She had heard stories about the vampire king. Though she paid them no mind since she never thought she would see him. But little did she know that Dracula planned on coming to deal with her. He only stoped when he saw that she wasn’t a threat. Instead he watched her go about her day. Skyla wasn’t aware of this though. She did feel eyes on her but she ignored it thinking it was just her being paranoid. She was chanced out of her old home after all. So she went on with her day. Little did she know that Dracula planned on having her become his new wife. The first thing he’d have to do is talk it over with his three wives. So he head back to the castle. He wasn’t shocked that his first and third wife were fine with it but his second didn’t like the idea. Especially since she was a werewolf but being out numbered she agreed. Though he wouldn’t make Skyla marry him if she didn’t want too.

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Bruno Madrigal X Fem-Reader – Heart’s Refuge - Chapter 11

Just Julieta

A/N – So I really wanted to thank @papermachette for letting me use their art for this chapter. I saw it a while back and ever since, I couldn’t get it out of my head, and this piece shaped this entire chapter. So, thank you again @papermachette, your art is wonderful and so are you.

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

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Bruno sat hunched over in his armchair which now resided on the lower floor of his room. Every morning he knocked on your door, offering apologies and asking if you wanted to go out, and every time he was met with cold silence. Since you wouldn’t see him, he left your food at the door at mealtimes, which Casita dutifully rolled into the room. Sometimes, when Bruno came back up to collect the plates, you hadn’t even eaten; it seemed that his vision had put you into a deep depression, and no number of apologies would make up for that.

In Bruno’s lap sat the vision that had ended the small friendship that had been forming between the two of you. The luminous tablet lit up Bruno’s face as he stared at it, noting how old you looked in the vision.

He sighed despondently, placing it on the end table by his side. You were right, Alma was never going to let you go, and he couldn’t change the future. There had been times in the past when he’d tried, but every vision he ever had always came to pass. Even Mirabel’s vision, which he didn’t understand at the time had become a reality. It was never a matter of whether she would fix the miracle or destroy it as he had initially thought, but rather that she had to destroy the magic in order to save it later; that was why the vision appeared to be changing, what needed to be fixed had to first be broken.

Bruno put a hand to his eyes, crying again; it seemed that was all he had done all week, but he couldn’t help it. He had failed you and for some reason, that was worse than all of his previous failings. Why did it hurt so much to think that he had lost you, a person who was rightfully never his in the first place?

Bruno didn’t have an answer, so as an awful way of filling the silence, he threw his head back and sobbed.

You laid on your side in bed, completely devoid of any feeling that might motivate you to do anything. You just stayed there, having cried out all of the worst emotions that you had felt earlier in the week, leaving you an empty husk of a person resigned to your life as a prisoner. Without Bruno to take you out, Alma had taken over the duties of your care, which meant taking you to the bathroom twice a day, and then leaving you in the nursery for the rest of the time.

You were apathetic to the change in your lifestyle. What did it matter if you got to go out? A prisoner with yard privileges was still just a prisoner. Besides, in your current state, Casita had taken to opening the shutters of an evening, apparently trying to elicit some kind of emotional response from you. More than once, the house had tried to get you off your bed by rolling you onto the floor, but when you curled up there instead, Casita must have started worrying about you because she maneuvered you back shortly thereafter.

Tracing your fingers lightly over the bedsheets, you vaguely wondered whether you would waste away if you kept up this lacklustre approach to life. Maybe your body would hold out for years before it gave up. Either way, you remained indifferent, completely lethargic in a life that had already been mapped out for you.

Julieta stood in the kitchen, blindly making cocadas to work away her stress. The scent of shredded coconut calmed her somewhat, giving her something to focus on while she thought about her brother; sometimes, it seemed that people forgot that Pepa wasn’t the only one in the family to get anxious, but without storm clouds forming above her head, most of the family forgot about Julieta. That said, Julieta didn’t usually suffer from her nerves the way that Pepa did but lately, there had been a lot of changes.

Like Mirabel, Julieta didn’t feel that it was okay to keep a prisoner in the nursery, however unlike her daughter, Julieta was a little more worldly, thinking about the matter from more than one perspective; of course, that was to be expected, for as hopeful as Mirabel was, she was also naïve, as were most people her age.

Perhaps Alma was right to keep you in Encanto, but you shouldn’t have been confined so. When Bruno had been escorting you around town, you hadn’t been a threat to anyone, so surely that was to your credit. Julieta wondered whether it should have been her to try talking to Alma. Being the oldest of the triplets, she was supposed to be the most responsible, but in a bid to protect her family she hadn’t even attempted to help you, letting the task fall to Bruno.

“Something on your mind, mi vida?” Agustín asked upon entering the kitchen.

Julieta hummed noncommittedly, leaning into her husband’s touch when he wrapped his arms around her waist, hugging her from behind.

Agustín kissed Julieta’s cheek, resting his head on her shoulder to continue the conversation. “What it is, amor? You’ve cooked enough to feed the town four times over.”

Even though she hadn’t spoken about everything on her mind yet, Julieta felt a little lighter just because Agustín was acknowledging her concerns. How like him to notice the difference between her regular cooking and her stress cooking.

“I’m sorry, cariño,” Julieta relented, giving up on the latest batch of desserts. “I’ve just been thinking.”

“About Bruno,” Agustín nodded astutely, letting go of Julieta so she could face him.

“Yes,” Julieta affirmed, using her apron to clean her hands. “I’m worried about him. He just came back after ten years and then this happened. It’s a lot for everyone, but for him especially… I just- I couldn’t bear it if- I don’t want him to leave again.”

Agustín smiled fondly at his wife, tilting her chin up so she would meet his gaze. He caressed her cheek, conveying how he felt far more effectively through his actions than his words. “Julieta, Bruno loves this family. He loves you. He won’t leave again.”

He kissed her forehead, before adding, “But, if you’re worried, you should go talk to him. I think that he would be glad for the company.”

Julieta grabbed Agustín’s hands, bringing them to her lips. “Thank you, mi amor,” She breathed, the tension leaving her body. With that, the pair embraced, no more needing to be said as Julieta left the kitchen to visit Bruno in his tower.

“Bruno?” Julieta’s voice echoed in the entrance of her brother’s room.

When there was no response, she forged ahead. The curtain of sand parted for her, sensing that her intentions were noble. Although Julieta hadn’t been in Bruno’s tower for ten years, she remembered it vividly, noting the differences to the room of her memories; so, his wasn’t the only room to have changed since Casita had been rebuilt.

For the most part, Julieta’s own cottage-like home within the house had remained the same, but there had been a few small changes linked to her daughters. Before, her homely cottage had included small safe-havens for each of her girls, a garden for Isabela, a gym for Louisa, and a sewing room for Mirabel; now, since her daughters had changed, there was an art room for Isabela, so she could be as messy and imperfect as she wished, a small library for Louisa, complete with a hammock for her to relax in if she just needed a rest from her chores, and a study for Mirabel so that she would have time to simply catalogue her multitude of thoughts, without ever trying to impress anyone.

The room perfectly reflected Julieta’s needs as a carer for those she loved. She was a wife, a sister, a daughter, and a mother, and her room always gave her everything she needed to function in each of those categories; it was something of a relief to see that Bruno’s tower was starting to cater to his needs too, though perhaps the room would be more amenable if Bruno knew what he wanted or needed from life.

Presuming that Bruno hadn’t gone up to his vision cave, Julieta opted to check the new room to her left.

“Bruno?” She called again, entering his room.

Her hand went to her heart, pained by the state she found her brother in. He was curled up on his mattress, hugging his latest vision while he sobbed into it. Rushing to his side, Julieta perched on the edge of the bed, taking the vision from him so she could comfort him properly. Glancing at the green tablet, she understood the source of Bruno’s suffering, though she didn’t comment on it.

Instead, she ran her hands through Bruno’s hair, completely unsurprised when he hugged onto her waist, resting his head upon her lap as he had so many times in the past. There were times when they were young when they used to sit like this, with Julieta rubbing Bruno’s back while he cried away his sorrows, usually over his gift; how strange it felt to be transported back in time, yet it also held a strange sense of familiarity all the same.

“What’s wrong, hermanito?” Julieta asked; she could have surmised what was going on, but by asking Bruno, she gave him a chance to process his emotions by allowing him to talk about them.

Bruno curled up like a tightly wound spring that wouldn’t release, pressing a hand to his eyes which were shut against the pain he felt.

“Come now, Bruno. Please tell me what you are feeling?” Julieta pleaded, caressing her brother’s head.

It took a few minutes, but Julieta’s patience finally paid off as Bruno spoke through broken sobs, “I never meant to hurt her. I just wanted to- I wanted to- to show her that everything would be okay, but it’s not! None of this- It hurts, Julieta. Why does it hurt?”

Julieta had seen her brother in such a state countless times before; he had never quite gotten used to delivering bad news, always believing that the fault lay with him. Yet, this time she didn’t think that his sadness had anything to do with the vision itself, but rather how he felt about you.

Ever since Bruno had been charged with your care, he had been happier, despite the dire circumstances. When he walked with you, he smiled more, and when he spoke of you he was more animated and cheerful. He woke early just so he could see you, and he didn’t spend all his days locked away in his tower as he used to, instead looking forward to your daily walks, as long as it meant being with you.

How tragic it was to see a man in love without him even knowing it. Although Julieta could have told Bruno exactly what he was feeling, she chose not to; what good would it do him to make him realise his feelings for you at a time when you would not reciprocate them? For now, it was better to let Bruno live in ignorance, which if not blissful, would at least protect him from further harm.

“I’m sorry it hurts, hermanito. I am, but maybe this is for the best. (Y/N) asked for a vision and you gave it to her. Now she can come to terms with what you saw.”

Bruno only cried harder at that, “Julieta…I hate my gift.”

There was no point denying Bruno’s truth. No matter what Julieta said now, it wouldn’t change how Bruno felt. It didn’t matter that his gift had come from the Madrigal miracle, or that others might have gladly given anything to possess such a power; Bruno viewed his gift as a curse, and to be honest since history seemed to be repeating itself with Julieta comforting Bruno over something he couldn’t change about himself, Julieta wasn’t all that thankful for it either.

It was late evening by the time Julieta left Bruno, and she did so only because he insisted that she should go. Although there was no good reason for her to leave, she respected her brother’s request, giving him the space that he needed.

Tucked inside her apron pocket was Bruno’s diary. Although she knew it was wrong to take it, she needed it for the time being and had plans to return it when she checked on him the next day; in the meantime, she knew he wouldn’t write in it while he was feeling so upset.

“Dolores,” Julieta breathed, knowing that her niece would hear her wherever she was. “Please can you ask Mirabel to start preparing tea tonight? I’ll be there soon.”

Expecting that Dolores would carry out the request, Julieta made her way to the nursery. She didn’t knock on the door, instead talking to Casita, much the same way that Mirabel often did.

“Casita, I need a minute with our guest please.”

The nursery door opened for her, and although you hadn’t seen anyone other than Alma over the past week, you didn’t shrink away from the stranger; you were done cowering, depressed as you were. Julieta approached you calmly, the nursery door closing behind her. She felt sorry for you; you didn’t look like you were doing much better than Bruno.

“Hello, I’m Julieta. It’s…” Julieta paused, searching for the right word before she settled on the only one that seemed even slightly appropriate for the situation at hand, “…nice to meet you.”

You didn’t say anything in response, but you did sit up on the edge of the bed; Julieta thought that was progress, even if you didn’t meet her eyes.

“I want to talk to you about Bruno.”

The mention of Bruno’s name seemed to catch your attention, and you finally spoke in a defeated tone, “You have another horrible vision for me? Or has he sent you with a message?”

“Bruno doesn’t know I’m here.” Julieta sighed, calculating exactly how much she should tell you, “My brother is… Well, his gift isn’t an easy one to live with. Everyone wants to know their future, and Bruno has always felt like he has a moral obligation to tell everyone exactly what he sees in his visions, even if it’s terrible.”

“Wait, what do you mean he tells them? Don’t they go with him to see for themselves?” You asked, a flicker of interest sparked within you; it was the only feeling that you’d had since your apathy and your mind clung onto it, desperate for the mental stimulation.

“No… His visions are a very personal experience. He rarely takes anyone with him.”

Despite Julieta’s heartfelt declaration, you were still angry, though more about the scenario you were trapped in than at Bruno himself. Your anger had to go somewhere and so you had carelessly placed the blame on Bruno, but Julieta was right; he only saw what was coming, he wasn’t responsible for it.

“Okay,” You murmured. “What do you want from me?”

“That’s entirely up to you,” Julieta said, getting up and taking the diary from her apron.

“What’s this?” You asked when she offered you the book.

“My brother has been keeping a diary about you. He writes in it every night and shows our mother at breakfast so she might change her mind about you.”

With shaking hands, you took the book, suddenly ashamed by the way you had acted.

“I hope it will help you in whatever you choose to do,” Julieta said sombrely.

With that, she left you, the door opening for her on her way out. Alone once more, you flicked through the book, scanning passages at random. Bruno had taken such care in writing it. It contained multitudes of his thoughts on your moods, your walks through the town, the things you said…The things you didn’t say as well.

In between entries were drawings. Some were little doodles of things the two of you had spoken about, but others were detailed portraits of you; had he really drawn all of this from memory?

Your thoughts came at you in a rush, and you took a steadying breath, forcing yourself to calm down so you could read the journal properly from the very first entry. Ever since you had been taken to Encanto, you had believed that there was nobody willing to help you, but as it turned out, Bruno had been in your corner all along, and he had been fighting your battle alone.

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Nuada x my OC rp. Must be 18 or older to rp.

Cora was reading through some spellbook when she had accidentlly casted a spell. She had brought back Nuada from the dead. She didn't know this though and she would not find out till morning. But for Nuada he knew the moment he came back. He knew because he now shared a link with Cora.

When morning came Cora had woken to an angery looking Nuada. She knew who he was and looked at him cunfused. "Um what are you doing here?' She only knew him from the stories she was told. So she didn't understand why he was here.

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Cora was heading home after a long day of work. Her feet where killing her and she stop for a second to give them a break. That was when she heard the scream.

She ran to see what was going on. When she the women she decided to help her. She went up to the guy telling him to just keave before things got worse. She wasn’t afraid of the man since she was sure she could defend herself if he tried anything.

Cora looked at Nuada in shock then to the now dead guy. She looked back up to Nuada not expecting what just happy. It then dawned on here who he was. Her gandma told her stories about the elf prince and his people.

“Thank you.” She says not wanting to get in a faight with him. “Your Nuada from Bethmoora right, I’m Cora.” She was doing her best to be respectful though she knew little about  Bethmoora customs. Her grandma wasn’t able to teach her that part mostly due to not knowing herself.

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As soon as night fell, Nuada was out and about in the city, observing humans and investigating the location of the crown piece the humans possessed. Once the crown was assembled, he would gain control of the Golden Army and would finally be able to cleanse the earth of the decadent, lazy, and destructive plague that was human life.

He liked to move through the shadows, a barely visible blur as he passed through alleys and around street corners. Sometimes he took to the rooftops, peering down on the city that was still so noisy and active even at this late hour. But always he preferred to see and not be seen.

His attention was drawn from his quiet observations by sounds of yelling. From where he crouched, looking down on the street below, he could see a male human harassing a female. Apparently, he wanted money from her. Typical, Nuada thought, sighing in disgust, his eyes narrowing at the pettiness of this man.

As he watched, however, another female got involved, distracting the would-be mugger and allowing the first female to escape. This was interesting to him, for it was rare that he saw humans displaying any sort of valor or altruism. As the male turned his wrath upon the second female, Nuada’s disgust reached a boiling point. He dropped down on silent feet, landing behind the aggressive man.

“If only you valued your life as much as you value coin…” Nuada said, causing the mugger to startle and turn to face him, whereupon he slit the man’s throat with a swift flourish of his spear. He watched the body fall, his eyes finally lifting to the woman that remained.

Well he could not kill her, not now. Not after he has essentially protected her, and after he had seen her do something surprisingly honorable. "That was a brave thing you did,” he said to her, his very expression and tone suggesting that it was incredibly difficult for him to pay a human a compliment.

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This is what Guillermo Del Toro would have wanted

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Cora walked to Nuada’s door to deliver him his meal. After he was defeated the B. P. R. D. had her work for them. She didn’t know why or how they knew about her but she wasn’t to shocked. After all they where the government or whatever. She never knew about them till now.

Once Cora was at Nuada’s room she knocked before entering and set the food down on the table. She also set a plant down on the table. She knew he must miss nature. She was told many stories about him and his people by her grandma. Though when it came to the ones told about Nuada she was started to think that maybe they where just stories or they no longer where true. “Your dinner is here and I got you a this.” She says pointing to the bromeliad plant she got him. It doesn’t need sun light so it’ll grown. “I’ve talked to Manning it took a lot of convincing but if you behave he’ll let me take you outside.”

@mischiefandnightmares

Trapped (Open Starter)

Nuada began to angrily pace back and forth in the small bedroom. He was now trapped. He was bound to this human organisation, because he failed to command the golden army and was defeated by that red demon. He would have rather died that day, that the wound that his sister caused had been beyond repair. But they had been able to save his sister. However the side effect was that he was saved in turn. 

His people had shunned him for his action, and as a form of apology had offered him as tribute. Now he was trapped in this bunker, in a sparse room, and be around mortals every day. With no way to be with his people or around nature ever again. 

[cora-witch]

Be 18 or older to rp this.

Nuvian was heading through troll market. He heard rumors that a human was found there. His father was talking about it with his mother and he wanted to see it himself. Once he was inside most would bow to him knowing who he was other just ignored him. It didn’t Nuvian long to find the human that was being sold by a troll. He walked up to the stall and threw a bag of gold coins to the troll. “That should cover it for the human” he says and the troll nods taking the bag and handing the chain that set around the girl’s neck to Nuvian.

[cora-witch]

Be 18 or older

Selena was walking around town looking at the different shops. She had a hood on over her head to hide her pointed ears and most of her face. She knew if she was caught she would be in big trouble and was sure her father would find her sooner or later if he wasn’t already looking but she wanted to see the people see the town.

She was heads into a cafe after a bit to order some food. Once her food was done she sat down and ate. She watched the people go by has she ate.

[cora-witch]

My rp posts be 18 or older to rp with me.

Nuada x My OC

https://cora-witch.tumblr.com/post/640059784440217600/open-nuada-x-my-oc-rp-be-18-or-older-to-rp

https://cora-witch.tumblr.com/post/639990297541132288/only-read-if-your-18-or-older-and-have-seen

https://cora-witch.tumblr.com/post/667021319073824769/nuada-x-my-oc-rp-must-be-18-or-older-to-rp

Hell Boy rp

https://cora-witch.tumblr.com/post/646392385052590080/be-18-or-older

https://cora-witch.tumblr.com/post/646392555688411136/be-18-or-older-to-rp-this

Vampire x Werewolf

https://cora-witch.tumblr.com/post/686787739554873344/you-must-be-18-or-older-to-rp

[cora-witch]

Reblog if you support OCxCanon ships!^^

[cora-witch]

Open Nuada x my OC rp. Be 18 or older to rp.

Cora put on her hood before exiting her home. She was a witch though she hide that from everyone. She knew better to say anything. She hadn’t forgotten what happened to her grandma. Her grandma taught her everything and even showed her a market place where she could get what she needed.

Once Cora was in the troll market she pulled her hood up more. She had some costome make on to hide that she was human. Her grandma told her to never look human when coming here and cover up everything in make up even if you plan to corver it with clothes. So Cora covered her arms, hands, legs, and feet in makeup.

She looked at the shops and got a few things. She wasn’t nerves about this. She had done it multiple times with and without her grandma. Though she knew to be careful and not let that get to her head. All it took was one miststake and she’d be in truble.

[cora-witch]

Only read if your 18 or older and have seen Hellboy 2.

I am wanting to do a Nuada x my OC rp. I have a plot if needed or can just wing it.

The Plot and who made it. https://just-someone-who-likes-to-write.tumblr.com/post/638163488768983040/imagine-story

The time is set when the Bethmoora clan was at war with the humans, however, the Golden army doesn’t exist. But the King wanted the war to end in some way, when he goes forward to ask for a truce between the two race, the humans will agree only if there is a way to secure that no-one from both sides would attack the other in the future. So both the elven and human kings agree that a union should be created so they take princess Cora to marry her off to prince Nuada.

Nuada of course isn’t pleased at all, the only reason he accepted to marry the human is because he didn’t want Nuala to be the one forced to endure a filthy human for the sake of thier people. Both the king and Nuala welcome Cora warmly, already treating her like a member of the family, which she will be. But not Nuada, who has kept his distant from her and only would be around her when his father was around to please him.

Now Cora, is not married to Nuada just yet, they are just engaged, Cora is there early so she could learn more about the history, costume, tradition and the etiquette of the Bethrooma clan. During her stay Nuada would keep a close eye on her, not trusting her to roam around the palace freely let alone be around his family. He lost his mother to the humans he wasn’t ready to lose his sister and father as well. At some point Cora will finally be brave and decide to take that step further to know her fiance better instead of sticking to Nuala’s praises of him. Whenever they would talk Cora would keep a polite and tamed nature while Nuada would be passive aggressive.

“Your kingdom is so beautiful. ”

“It was greater before you humans ruined it.”

You get the image.

Cora however didn’t give up, especially now that thier wedding day is a couple of months away. She would try everything, being nice, acting friendly, try to find a common ground, and even try to join his interest, aka combat and mechanics. Nuada would be amused and dare he say, intrigued by the human’s determination to win him over. At some point they will reach a point where they would reach a friendly banter, and when his father points that out to him, praising him and saying how happy he is that his son is finally getting closer to his future wife, Nuada realizes what was happening and decides to do something to make things… Clear.

One day, Cora was making her way to Nuada’s chamber so that he could teach her how to sword fivhy as he promised, but freezes in her place when she sees a female Elf leave his room, her hair and dress all messy, and when she sees Cora she just smirks at her before leaving. Poor Cora was trying to come up with any excuse for him, hoping that the woman was there for anything else but That. When she walks into his room, finding him in only pants, she confronts him and Nuada doesn’t even hide it.

“Just because I am married to you doesn’t mean I need to have intimate relationship with you. You will be my wife, I will respect you, provide for you, but that doesn’t mean that I have to touch you or even be around you when it’s not needed. So understand it now, because this will continue to happen even after out union. ”

Cora leaves crying, heart broken because she believed that her and the Prince did become closer but Nuada doesn’t care or at least that’s what he is trying to convince himself to be.

(We start from here)