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Rated: G

Pairing: polyam dark hand (Chow/Finn/Ratso/Tohru/Valmont)

Word Count: ~500

A/N: sorry this is late, prompt "no one wants to leave the cuddle pile" for @ot3-week

It’s a slow day for crime. At least, a slow day for the Dark Hand. The day is dreary, San Francisco’s fog blanketing the city and making it difficult enough to see that anyone who doesn’t need to be out isn’t. The five of them are curled into each other on the large bed. Valmont shifts under his human blankets, the only one awake. There is a need making itself known, low in his gut, making him shift. He’s comfortable and doesn’t want to move, but he has to use the bathroom.

“Ratso, Finn, move.” Valmont shoves at them. They both shift, just barely, but not enough to dislodge them. He shoves at them again, harder. “Move.” The only thing it accomplishes is Ratso snuggling in closer, his face going into Valmont’s neck, and Finn shifting so his knee rests directly on his bladder. Valmont could cry. Or scream.

“Finn move your knee.” Valmont tries to kick him, but largely fails because of Ratso’s weight on his other side. He shoves at Finn’s knee instead. It wakes him up just enough for him to glare at him, which is rude because he is not the one shoving his knee into someone’s bladder while they’re trying to leave the bed to use the bathroom.

“Go back to sleep,” Finn grumbles, speech slurred with tiredness.

“I would love to,” Valmont says. “But first, I’d like to relieve myself.”

Finn snorts lightly at the usage of ‘relieve’, before his breathing evens out and he starts to snore softly. Valmont groans. Of course it wouldn’t be so easy. Finn didn’t even have the grace to move his leg. Valmont shifts, scooting his lower body out of the way, making Ratso shift into Tohru. Tohru makes a confused sound Valmont latches onto.

“Tohru, help,” Valmont hisses, only to feel utter betrayal as Tohru fades back to sleep immediately. He throws his head back into his pillows, not sinking into them so much as he is drowning. There is a huff on his other side, next to Finn. Before he knows it there is a shift of the mattress, Finn grumbling again, and he is being grabbed around the waist and pulled from the pile like he weighs nothing. He flails on instinct, though he knows who it is. Within seconds he is on the outside of their cuddle pile. “Chow?!”

“Stop complaining and go pee,” Chow says tiredly, squinting at him. Valmont can’t tell if it’s because he’s half awake or because he’s not wearing his glasses. Valmont bristles at the elementary wordage and rolls the rest of the way off the mattress, Chow removing his arms from around his waist so he can.

When he returns from the bathroom, he climbs in next to Chow instead of returning to the middle. It makes Chow laugh. Valmont hits him for it. (It only makes Chow laugh more, before they both go back to sleep.)

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Thank you to everyone who participated in this first ot3 week! If you couldn't quite make the timeline, don't worry, I'm reblogging stuff till the end of the month (and honestly pass that if you remember to @ this blog-) It was fun seeing all the fanart and fanfic and I hope to see you next year!

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Valicer OT3 Week, Day Seven: Free Day!

It's the finale of OT3 Week! Thank you @ot3-week for bringing it to us! And, as is tradition, the final day is a "free day" for anything you may want to write --

And without a prompt to guide me, I naturally went back to my beloved Valicer In The Dark trio! :D Because my favorite AU of the moment definitely needs to be represented during this week as well. So have the trio hanging out in their lair after they've gotten established and fixed the place up some, with Victor bringing up an interesting topic of conversation...

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“This is about as far from how I expected my life to go as possible.”

Smiler looked up from their spot on the floor, hand still wedged in the brushes of their Smile Sweeper automaton. “Hmmm?”

“It’s just – whenever I pictured my future, I pictured the plan my parents had made for me,” Victor continued, absently picking out a melody from the piano. “An arranged marriage to whoever was most likely to get them the status and the house in Brightstone my mother so craved. A job working in, then running Father’s cannery once he was ready to give up the reins. Children whenever Mother decided she wanted grandchildren. Things like that. I never – I hoped that I would come to love whoever my parents picked out for me, and that they wouldn’t mind me having a dog, but other than that...I didn’t really have any dreams for myself.” He looked around the living room. “Certainly not any that included me running away from home, becoming a Whisper, and setting up house in Six Towers with two people who actually and truly love me.”

“Don’t forget becoming a semi-famous criminal,” Alice put in, eyes still on her sketchbook.

Victor snorted. “That too. But yes – it’s really not where I thought I’d end up in life.”

“I don’t think any of us expected to end up here,” Smiler pointed out, finishing unwinding the thread that had tangled in the brushes. They flipped the Sweeper back over and switched on its electroplasmic battery, causing it to come back to life with a happy ping! “On my end, I thought I’d be living in Advocate headquarters for the rest of my life. Helping out fellow Advocates, advancing our causes, eventually trading Joy Serum sales on the street for taking over the shop in Nightmarket from Mum and Dad. Maybe get married and have children, maybe not – I wasn’t going to commit until I knew for sure it was going to make me happy. But in my future, I always put the Advocates first.” They grinned. “Then a man fell out of a wall in front of me and Alice, and everything took a big old left turn.”

“It was more to our side,” Alice said, smirking as she looked up. “But they have a point, Victor – do you think I expected any of this to happen? I couldn’t picture a future for myself at all for years – all throughout my time in Rutledge. It was too hard to think of a life without my family. And even when I realized I had to and defeated the Queen of Hearts to get myself out of there, I never thought much beyond the next week or so – simple survival always took precedence. Hell, even when you caught me on the way to Nan’s to talk to her about Bumby and what I should do, Smiler, I didn’t have any plans beyond taking care of him.” She bit her lip, lowering her sketchbook to her lap. “I think, subconsciously, I assumed I’d immediately get caught for his murder and Hollowed out.”

“Alice,” Victor started, getting up from the bench.

“I’m fine,” Alice assured him, holding up a hand. “And that’s the crux of the matter, isn’t it? I’m fine. Not perfect, but – bloody hell, in a better state than I ever thought I might achieve after Rutledge. I still talk to things that aren’t there, sure, but it’s not nearly as bad as it was. Wonderland’s even gone from hindrance to help, in fact – you two know my hallucinations are better at picking up things than I am sometimes. And as for the rest of it – I’ve got a roof over my head, I’ve got time for hobbies, I’m making a difference for those less fortunate than myself – in a very illegal manner, granted, but fuck the Bluecoats and all the corrupt shites they stand for–” She looked from Smiler to Victor, expression softening. “And I’ve got two people who love me, which is two more than I ever imagined.”

Victor smiled, going to join her on the couch. “Me too. I’m – I’m so happy I fell out of that wall in front of you two. Or, to the side, or – near you,” he finally said with a laugh. “Let’s just say near you.”

“I’m happy too,” Smiler said, releasing the Sweeper onto the floor and getting up to join them. “I don’t even want to imagine life without you two now. You’re my best friend, Alice – and you’re the best partner I could have ever dreamed of, Victor. I love you both so much.”

“I couldn’t have put it better myself,” Alice said, taking Victor’s hand and giving it a squeeze. “I know it was a bit of a long, bumpy road to get here, what with all the nonsense surrounding how we met and our chosen profession, but – I am so glad we put in the work.”

Victor squeezed her hand back, then took Smiler’s as they sat down next to him. “Me too. I am truly blessed to have you both in my life. I can’t wait to spend all our remaining years together.”

“Same,” Smiler said, leaning their head against his shoulder.

“Same,” Alice echoed, doing the same. “I just hope we have plenty of them – we have ticked off a lot of powerful and important people.”

“Well, they have to find our heavily-warded and ghost-protected house first,” Smiler said with a cheeky grin. “And good luck to them.”

“Mmm – though, that reminds me,” Victor said, looking between them. “I overheard in the greenhouse the other day a woman talking about how she was looking for someone to steal a brooch back from her estranged husband...”

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@ot3-week Day 7: Free Day

For your consideration: Folklore love triangle ends with Betty, James, and Augustine all dating each other!

And just for clarity (I'm sure swifties don't need, but others might). Betty is in the cardigan, Augustine is in the off-white dress.

This was really a really fun project. Thanks for hosting @ot3-week

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Last day of ot3 week! Day seven, prompt "free day"! Don't forget otmores are allowed and to @ot3-week and to use the tag #ot3week so I can find and reblog it!

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@ot3-week day 6: No one wants to leave the cuddle pile, or just cuddle pile!

My other true OT3.

Not gonna lie, I was planning on drawing them anyway out of spite because of some jerk who came at me about shipping a few weeks ago. Like, I think they just saw I liked SvTFOE and assumed I participated in the ship wars rather than seeing that how could I have when I am one of the ones who KNEW these three ended up all together.

DO NOT REPOST! Reblogs encouraged! All other uses please ask!

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Valicer OT3 Week, Day Six: No One Wants To Leave The Cuddle Pile

The penultimate day of OT3 Week, courtesy of @ot3-week, and we have a fairly soft prompt to go with it -- "No one wants to leave the cuddle pile!" Because why would you? :p This one also said "Modern!AU" to me, so here we have Victor, Alice, and Smiler hanging out together at Victor's in a blanket nest. And while no one WANTS to leave the cuddle pile, a certain someone feels he HAS to... (Oh, and again, a warning for slight kinkiness at the end -- it's not even as explicit as the Day Four prompt, but the last line makes it clear where this is going. XD)

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“I really should get up.”

“No, you really shouldn’t,” Smiler instantly retorted, snuggling their head more firmly into Victor’s chest as they continued playing phone Solitaire. In their peripheral vision, they spotted Alice put one of her legs over Victor’s, silently echoing the sentiment without looking up from her book.

“I should,” Victor insisted, though without much force behind it. “I promised my mother that I’d look at those photos she sent me of Duke Melbourne’s party, and I haven’t gotten to them yet.”

“Sod your mother,” Alice said, wriggling into Victor’s side. “I’m comfortable.”

“Same,” Smiler agreed, glancing up at Victor’s – well, mostly his chin from this angle. “We spent a half-hour getting this pillow nest together, and I’m not getting up until I’m good and ready.”

“I didn’t say either of you two had to get up,” Victor pointed out, poking Smiler’s nose. “I’m certainly not going to make you look at the probably twelve million pictures she’s sent me. But she’s expecting me to fake enthusiasm for her little trip in an e-mail before the day’s out, so...”

“It’s not that late,” Alice said, finally looking up. “At least, I don’t think so. Smiler?”

Smiler glanced at the top of their phone screen. “Only 5 PM,” they confirmed. “You’ve got plenty of time to pretend to be excited she got invited to a party you don’t care about.”

“I – I don’t know,” Victor muttered, unwrapping his arm from Alice’s shoulders to rub the back of his head – Alice pouted at the loss. “If I don’t respond to her in time, she’ll send me another e-mail about how electronic post isn’t supposed to get lost, and then it’ll become a whole thing, and – I should get it over with.”

“How about you stay here instead, and after supper, I’ll help you set up a form e-mail that’ll automatically mail itself to her a couple of hours after she sends you one of her ‘you won’t believe who I saw throwing up in a gold toilet’ photoshoots?” Smiler offered. “She’ll never notice you keep saying the exact same things for each party, right?”

“You really could – no,” Victor cut himself off, shaking his head. “I should at least make some effort. And I know neither of you think much of her attention span in regards to me–”

“Or her in general,” Alice added, recapturing his arm and wrapping it around herself.

“Of course – but she probably would at least eventually notice that it’s the same e-mail each time. And that would be...” He grimaced. “Bad.”

“You’re a grown man living on your own,” Alice pointed out. “She can’t do that much to you anymore.”

“Unless she comes barging over here to demand what I’m on about,” Victor muttered. “And if I think I’m funny and don’t I care about how our family is perceived and why am I always like this and...”

“Okay, yeah, let’s avoid her actually showing up in person,” Smiler agreed, grimacing. “But come on, the e-mail can wait until after supper. Just pretend you were giving all the pictures an extra-close look.”

“You can bullshit her anytime,” Alice agreed, still hanging onto his arm. “Stay?”

Victor pulled some faces, and for a moment Smiler was sure he was about to give in...and then what they’d privately dubbed the “familial bullshit” frown crossed his face, and he sighed. “I r-really should just do it now,” he mumbled, reluctantly pulling his arm free from Alice’s grip. “At least – pretend to be a good son.”

Smiler frowned, then looked over at Alice as Victor continued untangling himself from them. She met their eyes, then nodded once. Smiler nodded back and sat up, ending their Solitaire game and moving over to Photos. From there, it was just a matter of flicking through their collection of gifs until they found the right one –

And then, just as Victor made to stand up, grabbing Victor’s wrist and saying, gently but firmly, “Open your heart to joy, Victor.”

Victor jerked to a stop, eyes wide – and then the trigger actually hit him, and his gaze took on a familiar muzzy look. “Oh, that’s not fair,” he complained, voice already dulling.

“Wouldn’t work if you didn’t want it to,” Smiler sing-songed, tugging Victor backwards.

“Indeed,” Alice agreed, lightly pushing on Victor’s chest to help topple him over. “Now lie down on the pillows again, there’s a good boy...I think Smiler has something special for you to watch, don’t they?”

“Yup – your favorite,” Smiler confirmed, holding the looping gif of the twin spinning spirals right in front of Victor’s face. His eyes immediately locked onto the screen, and Smiler saw his shoulders sag into the pillows just a little bit more. “Let the spirals empty out your head now, Victor. Let them drain away all those worries, all those cares, all that everything that was stopping you from relaxing and enjoying yourself. Let it all go. No more thoughts for now, Victor. No more thoughts. No thoughts...”

“...just smiles,” Victor responded, his lips lifting into a beautifully silly grin as the trance took full hold.

“That’s right,” Alice nodded, shooting Smiler a pleased smirk before curling up by Victor’s side and stroking his hair. “No thoughts, just smiles.”

“Just smiles,” Smiler agreed, getting themselves into a slightly more comfortable position as well –

And then they grinned, and rested a hand on Victor’s thigh. “Well. Maybe a little more than just smiles...”

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Day five of ot3 week, prompt "no one wants to leave the cuddle pile". Remember, otmores are allowed and @ot3-week and use the tag #ot3week so I can find and reblog it!

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Valicer OT3 Week, Day Five: Nontraditional Soulmates

In the home stretch of @ot3-week's OT3 Week, and we've come to a good one today -- "Nontraditional soulmates!" Which, of course, is a perfect opportunity for me to bust out the Soulmates AU I came up with for the trio! :D I did two fics for this for last year's Polyship Week, and this one is sort of the sequel to the first, "Day Four: Soulmates." (The second being "Day Six: Drabble(s)," and coming even later in the timeline.) That story dealt with Victor running into Alice in the Whitechapel marketplace and accidentally activating their soulbond, only for a slightly-panicked Alice to run, leaving Victor to report the discovery to his other soulmate Smiler alone -- here, we have Alice, having mostly gotten over her initial "SHIT IT'S MY SOULMATE I'M NOT READY" reaction, finding her way to Victor via the bond so they can actually talk -- only to hesitate right outside his door...

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All right. Here we are. No turning back now...no matter how much I kind of want to turn back.

Alice rocked anxiously on her heels, staring at the door in front of her. It was a pretty plain, ordinary door, all things considered. Little more than a flat piece of wood with a handle attached. Oh sure, there was a bit of perfunctory decoration in the form of a couple of shallow squares roughly dug out of the front, and the usual assortment of nicks and dings acquired from daily living, but other than that – it was an uncomplicated door for an uncomplicated building. There was nothing special or interesting about it at all, really.

Beyond the fact that one Victor Van Dort, her soulmate, was behind it.

Alice swallowed, worrying her lip with her teeth. It is so bizarre to just – know he’s there, she thought. With the sort of rock-solid certainty I don’t have about anything else in my life right now. But then – he must know I’m here, right? Why doesn’t he just – open the door? Spare me the trouble of knocking? But then again, he didn’t try to chase me when I ran from him in the market...perhaps he assumes that I still want to make the first move. And since we can only share emotions, not actual thoughts, I can’t really correct him. She sighed. Bloody hell – whoever or whatever force tied our lives together, it could have given us proper telepathy instead of just its poor cousin.

“It could have,” Cheshire agreed, sitting by her feet. “But it didn’t. Time to turn thought into action and spur him forward in the process.” He gave her a trademark grin, teeth glittering in the dim light of the hallway. “Or purrhaps spur forward someone else.”

Don’t you lot even think of intruding, Alice scolded, giving him her best glare. I mean, yes, he probably knows about you and Wonderland already, and how mucked-up my mind is, but – my stomach’s already in knots about this. She ran her thumb over her wrist, tracing the faint line that only she – and Victor – knew about. I don’t need the stress of having to wrangle you or Caterpillar or Hatter or God forbid the Queen of Hearts into the bargain.

“Have it your way,” Cheshire said, fading to eyes and smile. “Though I think you’ll soon find it’s not only us who can intrude.”

And with that, he was gone – predictably before she could ask him what the hell he meant. She looked up and down the hallway, but there was no one else there – and none of the doors to the other flats in this place looked ready to open anytime soon. “Maddening,” she muttered, shaking her head. “As if I needed any help in that regard...”

But he’d had a point before he’d vanished – nothing was going to happen if she didn’t make it happen. Alice ran her fingers through her hair to neaten it a bit, brushed off her skirts, then plucked up her courage and rapped smartly on the door. A moment later, it opened –

Revealing, of all people, Nanny’s new bartender at the Mangled Mermaid.

Alice stared. The bartender – one Smiler Alton, if she recalled correctly – stared back. Then, just before it could get awkward, they snorted. “Oh – that Alice,” they said, apropos of nothing. “I didn’t think I lived in that coincidental a universe.”

“...beg pardon?” Alice said, for lack of anything better.

“What she said.”

Victor appeared in the doorway behind Smiler, looking as confused as she felt. “Uh – hello,” he greeted her, before turning his attention to his – roommate? “‘That Alice?’”

“From the Mermaid,” Smiler explained, glancing up at him. “She’s Nan’s old charge – dropped by a couple of times to talk to her. Didn’t expect to see you under these circumstances,” they added in her direction.

“When it comes down to it, neither did I,” Alice said, tilting her head. “You and Victor live together?”

“Ah – yes,” Victor said, twisting his tie. Alice found herself resisting the urge to fiddle with her own blouse’s collar as the nerves poured off him and into her. “I – I d-don’t know how much the b-bond told you, but...well...”

“Hi,” Smiler cut in, sporting their namesake expression. “I’m your other soulmate.”

...Not even “beg pardon” seemed sufficient for that. “What?” Alice blurted. “You – but – what?”

“Yes, ah, sometimes – sometimes you can get two,” Victor said, shooting Smiler a look before favoring her with an awkward smile. “It’s, um, k-kind of a long story...how about you come in?”

“There’s tea and biscuits in it for you,” Smiler promised, stepping out of the way.

No, I want you to explain to me what the hell you mean by “sometimes you can get two” right now – but before Alice could put words to tongue, she caught sight of Smiler’s arm, resting against the door frame. Specifically, their wrist, leaned up against the wood above their head. Even more specifically, the thin scar running along said wrist –

That looked very, very much like the kind one might get if they’d taken a blunt spoon to their flesh in a desperate attempt to end their life. Alice swallowed and nodded. “I – I think I could use some tea right now, thank you.”

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@ot3-week Day 5: Nontraditional Soulmates

I'm that weirdo who puts Riku in the middle. You know Rikai is my favorite, and I hc Sora gay gray-ace and prefer queerplatonic Sokai. But I have a soft spot for all the ships.

Outfits simplified due to time.

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ot3 week day two: the cool kid, the jock, and the nerd

Audrey/Lonnie/Jane, post-canon. Unfinished, this is just the teaser for now! Someday I’ll learn a better way to format text messages lol.

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Lonnie’s phone pings. 

Txt from: Audrey Rose 🌹

break a leg! 

or your opponent’s face :) 

oops, autocorrect. I meant to say be sure to look your opponent in the face. :) It’s so satisfying to see people cry when you beat them! 

Lonnie laughs. This girl. 

There’s not a lot that Lonnie can say to the message. Both legally, because as a representative of the Northern Wei University women’s fencing team, she’s obligated by the intercollegiate board of athletes to practice good sportswomanship and not text her friends about breaking people’s faces, and also because… 

Well. 

Audrey’s been texting her a lot lately. And Lonnie’s not quite sure how to handle it. 

Maybe she should back up. 

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Lonnie's in her freshman writing seminar when her phone chimes. It's a distinctive chime, not the usual half-second ping that means she has a text from one of her new school friends. Not the ding-a-ling sound of her mother's text tone either. 

No, this chime is a special one. One that she set ages ago, shortly after receiving her first cell phone as a going-away-to-school gift, at the start of seventh grade. 

It's Audrey's chime. 

It's not like Lonnie's close friends with her anymore. Going evil, trying to destroy the entire country, and also just generally being rude to anyone who exists outside of the pretty Auradon princess mold will break a friendship faster than Lonnie's been breaking her wooden practice swords. She's talked to Audrey a few times since the whole world domination incident, but they're not close anymore. Not like they were as kids. 

She can't take her phone out in class, but Lonnie slips the ringer to silent and makes a note in her planner to respond to whatever Audrey wants from her later. After class. Once she's got a handle on her old feelings again. 

It's so inconvenient, having a crush. 

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So, they text sometimes now. Just a little bit. And yes, Audrey comes to her fencing competitions. Just a few of them. Audrey's doing a princess gap year before she goes to rule Auroria with her parents, and she doesn't have too many places to go on the weekends. 

It's not a big deal. Lonnie just has to squash down her teeny, tiny little crush on the prettiest girl she's known since high school, and ignore the way that her stomach flips over every time she hears Audrey's special text tone, and remember that Audrey isn't flirting with her, she's just a good friend. 

A good, bubbly friend who sometimes says how much she loves spending time with her. 

And said she loved her. One time. 

They were drinking. 

Txt to: Audrey Rose 🌹

Haha thanks! 

That’s normal. Cool. Yeah. Lonnie’s got a handle on this whole feelings thing. Her phone chimes again.

Txt from: Janey Godmother ✨ 

Hi!!! Me and Audrey are here!! 

We're on the top left side of the stands! We couldn't get seats any closer :( 

Audrey wanted me to flirt with the doorman to get us better seats but I don't know how to flirt with guys :( 

Txt to: Janey Godmother ✨

JANEY!! I'LL LOOK FOR YOU!

and don't worry about your seats lol I'll look out for you guys!! 

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ot3 week day 3: the princess, the knight, and the dragon

(I do have a rough sketch for this concept as a 5+1 thing, but at this time I’ve only written…an introduction plus two and a half parts of it. So here’s the first part!)

Once upon a time, in a land of rolling forests and enchanted oceans, there lived a dragon. Not just any dragon, but a wicked purple dragon, with fire in her belly and madness in her eyes, and a fondness for causing mischief that often outstripped her capacity for getting herself out of said mischief. 

Traditionally, in a land like this one, fully of fairy tales and magical castles and enchantments, it falls to the resident dragon to capture a beautiful princess, and in turn be defeated by a brave knight, and then the two will do something horribly indecent in front of the dragon's steaming corpse, in the name of true love, of course, and then ride off into the sunset in order to live happily ever after. Sometimes, room can be made in the tradition for a just and kind king to be the one marrying off the princess to the knight, but that variation typically relies on the king being old, and in this land, the king is...

Not. 

He's young. 

Very young. 

So young, in fact, that he may have allowed the traditional story to go a little, teeny tiny, itsy-bitsy bit astray. 

So yeah. Maybe the dragon is in love with her princess, and maybe the knight is a little bit in love with both of them, and maybe the king isn't interested in the princess after all, even though that's the only other way for the story to go, with the princess and the king having a doomed lovers sort of thing, and the knight having some kind of erotic rivalry with the dragon, and all of them dying very tragically in the end. But this king is too good and kind to fit in that sort of story, and besides, the traditional stories really only make space for three, maybe four roles, and none of them have a mad scientist riding in on the back of the dragon to cause even more trouble than either of them could on their own. 

Once upon a time, there was a different sort of fairy tale. 

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The wicked stepsister pauses in her creeping path down the hallway. 

"Evie," comes a smushed sort of voice. "I can't breathe." 

A giggle floats out of the empty science classroom. "Beauty is pain, beastie boy," a low girl's voice says. "Let the princess do her wicked work on you." 

Another giggle. Hannah, wicked stepsister extraordinaire, creeps closer. 'Beastie boy' sounds an awful lot like gossip material, and Audrey and her court of princesses will pay a pretty penny for any school gossip to hit their ears first. 

"...you're sure this is the best way to test your experiment?" the boy's voice says. 

Two people at least stifle giggles. Badly. "I'm so sure," Evie coos. "This is going to be the most perfect makeup line you've ever seen, and it's going to be allll because of you." 

"Because it feels like this is some sort of elaborate hazing ritual," Ben continues. "Not that I'm complaining about helping you. Because I love helping. But it just feels like you're hazing me." 

More stifled giggles. "Now what makes you think that?"

"Oh, nothing. Just that you're painting liquid blush through my eyebrows." 

"I'm testing it for potential secondary uses as a brow tint. You're actually a fashion frontrunner right now."

"I believe that. Totally." 

Hannah creeps closer. The classroom door is shut, but there's a glass window in the front, and if she angles herself just right around the corner-- 

"Don't be such a wimp," Evie says, through her giggles. "But if you insist on being traditional, I'll let you test some lipstick next. You're not even the first to try this one, so put that frown away, I'm not giving you the one with frog venom." 

"Just the nail polish with neurotoxin." Ben complains cheerfully. Hannah angles herself a little closer, pushes up on her toes, and-- 

"Baby," Evie says, leaning in to where she's got the king of Auradon sitting on the science lab table, surrounded by tiny jars and bottles of colorful conctions. "I love you too much to really poison you." 

And just like that, she leans down and kisses him. 

Hannah gasps.

This is it. This is the hottest gossip she's ever going to break. She slaps a hand over her mouth before she can make another noise and give herself away, but she can't tear her eyes away, and oh, she doesn't need to worry about them looking up and seeing her. That's not just a kiss, that's a makeout. 

The king. Making out with a villain. A princess villain, but still. 

Audrey's going to freak out. 

Hannah's seen enough. As quietly as she can, she spins around and creeps back the other way. She can get her science textbook later, or never, for all she cares. She's going to be absolutely famous in the gossip circles tomorrow. 

Unseen, unheard, Evie pulls back. 

Ben's lips are red and wet and stained almost-perfectly with her juicy strawberry-red lip tint. 

"You didn't have to give her a show," Ben says, tipping his mouth up to meet hers again, laughing. "I don't think anyone else is going to understand the appeal of friend makeouts." 

Evie tosses her silky ponytail over her shoulder, and leans down to meet him halfway. "They don't need to understand. I like being gossip fuel. It gives me power over them.”  

"Power to make them buy your new eyebrow tint?" 

Both girls, Evie in Ben's arms and Mal standing guard by the door, giggle. "Totally. You're the perfect model, beastie boy." 

Ben sighs. "You're so mean to me." 

"Because we love you!" Evie sing-songs. "Now hold still so I can do your lashes too.” 

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It's day four of ot3 week, prompt "nontraditional soulmates"! I'm excited to see what everyone does with it. Remember, otmores are allowed and @ot3-week and use the tag #ot3week so I can find and reblog it!

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@ot3-week day 4: The knight, the princess, and the dragon are all actually together

My true OT3. Loves of my life! This prompt fit them so well!

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Valicer OT3 Week, Day Four: The Knight, The Princess, And The Dragon Are Actually All Together

We have passed the halfway point of OT3 Week (as per @ot3-week), and we've got an interesting prompt here -- "The knight, the princess and the dragon are actually all together!" Very specific, no? But, well, it was pretty easy for me to picture Victor as the knight, Alice as the princess, and Smiler as the dragon, so a snippet of a Medieval Fantasy AU it is! Have a Victor trudging up a hill toward the cave his lady love and his dragon partner are staying in for a rendezvous under the cover of him trying to slay the dragon...

Oh, and, uh -- just so you know, this one gets a little, uh, kinky at the end. ^^; Nothing super-explicit, but you will know where my tastes lie.

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I swear this armor gets heavier every time I go up this hill.

Victor let out a deep, exhausted sigh as he finally clanked his way onto the plateau. Reflexively he went to wipe the sweat off his brow, only for his gauntlet to clang against his helmet. He winced as the noise reverberated through his head. “Right – you have to get out of the armor before you can do that,” he muttered to himself, making for the mouth of the cave in front of him. “Which I am only too eager to do...” He stumbled inside, leaning against the cool wall with a heavy huff. “One of these days, I know I’m going to broil to death in this plate before I can get up here.”

“Well, we certainly don’t want that to happen.”

Victor jerked his head up. Standing before him, in an eminently-more-sensible-for-the-summer-heat light blue dress, was Her Highness Alice Liddell, Heir To The Crown Of Oxford, Last Of Her Line – or, as she insisted he call her, just Alice. “You’d think at some point your mother would get suspicious over the fact that you keep coming back in armor that’s still perfectly polished,” she added, looking him up and down. “Surely she’d wonder why it never seems to get any wear?”

“This is my mother we’re talking about here,” Victor told her, grabbing his helmet and lifting it off his head. “As long as I look the part of the noble and–” he glanced down at the curled fish of the Van Dort crest painted upon his almost mirror-like breastplate “–absurdly shiny knight, she doesn’t care what I actually do inside the armor. Which is probably why she isn’t suspicious about me making the trip up here so often. To her, it’s me doing what I ought to be doing – making the Van Dort name proud by trying again and again to valiantly rescue the kidnapped princess from the dragon.”

“And she’s not bothered by the fact that you have yet to carry me down the hillside, swooning in your manly arms, the blood of the dragon splattered across us both?” Alice asked, coming over to help him out of the rest of the plate.

“Well – she’s a little bothered by that, yes,” Victor admitted, stripping off the gauntlets and wiping his brow at last. “That’s better...I have heard more than once that I should have succeeded by now. Just today, in fact...but the fact that I keep coming up here mitigates it somewhat. I guess she appreciates that I’m still trying?” He shrugged. “Not to mention, I’m the only knight who’s made it up here more than once – she’s still happily riding that bit of fame.”

“I’m glad that you being the only knight whose company I can stand is working out so well for her,” Alice deadpanned, working on the ties to his breastplate. She flashed him a cheeky smile. “Though I suspect she’d feel differently if she knew exactly what it was we were doing up here.”

Victor went pink – well, pinker than he already was from the heat. “Let’s not tell her, shall we?”

“My lips are sealed,” Alice promised. “Mostly because I doubt I’ll ever be in a position to mention it to her. Kidnapped princesses don’t really get a chance to go gossip in the town square.”

“I mean, you could!”

A familiar yellow serpentine head poked itself out of the darkness at the back of the cave. “I’m not stopping you!” the dragon known as Smiler continued as they joined the two humans, dropping their long neck as to not tower over them. “You know me – I’m a big proponent of doing whatever makes you happy.”

“Yes, and what makes me happy is not getting actually kidnapped by any goons that bastard Bumby might have sent to look for me,” Alice said, pulling a face. “Until we can figure out the best way to knock him off my family’s throne and preferably into a pit of eternal despair, I’ll make do with sticking up here listening to you natter on.”

“That also works for me,” Smiler said, grinning. “Anyway, hi Victor! Delighted to see you again!”

“The pleasure is all mine,” Victor said, smiling and ducking his head.

“Aww, why are you being shy? We all know why you’re up here,” Smiler teased, giving him a little nudge. Then they paused, studying him. “Though – you look more tired than usual, honestly. Bad day?”

Victor grimaced, thinking of his mother demanding to know why he hadn’t yet taken the dragon’s head, and his father helpfully reminding him that “the pointy end of your sword goes in the creature’s neck.” “It’s been – not great,” he muttered, stepping out of his greaves and sabatons as Alice finished freeing him from his metal prison.

“Oh, then we’d better get started right away,” Smiler said firmly. “Can’t have you wallowing in unhappiness.” A claw went under Victor’s chin, lifting it gently. “Come on, eyes on mine, that’s a good boy...”

Victor’s gaze locked with Smiler’s – and once again, he had a split-second to wonder at how strongly this always hit him before the twin spirals of yellow-black-and-white swallowed up his mind. He stared helplessly into the dragon’s gaze, slumping against Alice as his muscles relaxed. “That’s right,” Smiler purred, their deep voice filling Victor’s increasingly-empty head. “That’s it...falling deeper and deeper into my power now. Feeling your mind go completely blank. Opening your heart to joy.” They moved a little closer, their eyes growing even larger in Victor’s view. “You belong to me now, Victor. You belong to the Smiler.”

“I belong to the Smiler,” Victor repeated tonelessly, his dull voice hiding the mindless pleasure bubbling up inside of him. Oh God, this was why every snide remark from his mother, every “helpful comment” from his father, every blazing-hot trip up the hill was worth it. For these moments where all he knew were the spirals, and happiness...

And Alice’s warm hands, helping him out of his clothes. “Good boy,” she whispered in his ear. “Very good boy...how about one orgasm for starters, then we discuss getting you away from your mother once and for all?”

Victor shuddered under her touch. “Yes, Mistress.”

“Good. Down on your knees, then, that’s right...”

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@ot3-week are ocs allowed? the prompt fits them so well and I love these three too much to not doodle them (with bad lighting but that can't be helped) :v

on another note I haven't posted about them before damn. anyway introducing the most autistic polycule in the realms

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I apologize for being late with the reminder today! It's day three of ot3 week (3ot3?), prompt "The knight, the princess and the dragon are actually all together". Don’t forget otmores are allowed and to @ot3-week and to use the tag #ot3week so I can find and reblog it!