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TRACES OF A PRINCE.

chapter one: mischief

wilbur soot x gn!reader

summary : 4 years after the three young princes of Sleepy Hollow died, the castle they once inhabited seemed grey and empty. Though the garden keepers would say different.

written by : @sleepyred + @acidtabletz

The golden hues of the setting sun shined on the flower petals, making the most beautiful gradient. It was times like these when Y/N felt most proud of their work, standing up and wiping the sweat from their forehead as they gazed upon the nearly finished flower patch in the courtyard. Almost done for the day, and just in time as well. As they shifted towards the last patch of the garden, a light breeze blew past, jostling locks of their hair. It was strange, it hasn’t been windy at all, none of the trees rustled or any leaves shifting to indicate there was even a wind. In fact, the air was quite still.

“Am I going insane..?” They muttered to themselves, kneeling in the dirt as they stared towards the sky. Just as they were about to get back to work, another small gust of wind blew across their face. This time, like a whisper in their ear.

“Not quite yet.”

The cold against their cheeks left as quickly as it came, shivers crawling up their spine. That was strange, really strange. Abnormal, even. Y/N whipped their head around, trying to search for someone that could’ve said something, anything. But there was nothing. Only the feeling of someone watching them, like a small child curiously hiding behind a pillar not too far away.

Letting out a sigh, Y/N turned towards their flowers. Maybe if they just finished and got home, they could sleep this off. Hanging out alone can do things to a person. Though the anomalies kept piling, this time more strange than the last.

There was a spot of blue stained on some of the petals of one of their white daisies. Like someone had gently taken the flower to look at it and feel its petals. But it was.. blue. None of their flowers were blue, in fact they were pretty sure flowers rarely came in such a vibrant colour.

They sat on their dirt stained knees, a hand snaking close to the vibrant flower. Surely they hadn’t created a new breed, there’s no way.

Y/N ran their fingertips over the blue plant. It felt cold, and damp almost. That wouldn’t be a cause for concern, considering where they are of course. But, it hadn’t rained in 2 days. There shouldn't be any reason the flower would be so damp. Nor.. blue. At least, not these daisy’s.

A sigh left their lips. Maybe instead of finishing, they could return in the early morning.

They began their trek back to their room, carrying only the important things they didn’t want stolen back with them. It was a nice 5 minutes of peace as the sun set, the sky turning from the bright vibrant orange hues to a darker purple and eventually a light blue. It felt phantom, almost. Relaxing and nice.

The mischievous ghost gave a giggle to himself, hidden playfully behind a pillar. He was messing with the gardener, and god did he love it. The confusion, the way their head turned like they were being watched. But his joy was cut short. They began packing up and leaving, he wasn't satisfied. He huffed to himself as this stranger walked down the halls. He was going to follow.

He fell in stride, just a few steps behind the other. He mimicked their posture, all fun and games until-

Y/N stopped. This felt so strange. Someone was definitely following them. Just as they went to turn, a cold shiver ran through their whole body as if they were being walked through, and them stood a ghost. Strangely familiar, but terrifying. They yelped, dropping what was in their hands and tripping back to the ground. "Wh- ah! Please spare me, I didn't do anything wrong!"

The ghost paused, looking back. He seemed to be holding back a laugh. He was quite opaque for a ghost, it looked. Just a step away from seeming touchable. And.. very familiar.

"..Prince Wilbur?"

The ghost stiffened suddenly. "Been a bit since I've heard that name."

"But you.. died-" Y/N hesitated, unsure if they should point out such an obvious.

"Well, yes. So I guess that makes me.. Ghostbur, yeah?" The ghost seemed so playful for a dead guy, a smile always finding its way to the corner of his lips. If he needed to stand he'd seem light on his toes. This was surreal. His expression suddenly became a bit worried. "Are you alright?"

Y/N straightened, realising they were still quite literally floored. "Yes! Yes, just.. never really seen a ghost before. Not what I expected today-" The mumbled, standing themselves upright and dusting themself off. "Have you um.. always just been around? Since you died?" Admittedly, stranger things have happened in the castle.

Ghostbur smiled, giving a light nod. "Yes! Well, I think there was a bit between my death and my ghost. I never saw the death of my brothers.." He grew sad quite quickly, looking down. He shook his head, plucking a nearby flower from a bush. The petals of the flower quickly turned blue, and he relaxed. "Regardless! Aside from that, I'm sorry for messing with you. It's been a bit boring lately with all the gloom everywhere." He smiled, offering the small simple flower.

Y/N flicked their eyes from the flower, to the ghost, then back. They took the flower softly, unable to help themselves but smile a bit. It was kind of adorable, admittedly. "It's okay. Though you're gonna need to repay me for such tomfoolery with more than just a blue flower."

"So, a whole bouquet of them? I thought flowers were your thing!"

Y/N broke out into laughter, holding their stomach. It was contagious, making Ghostbur giggle in return. "I don't know if I've ever met such an optimistic ghost! Geez.. it's getting late. I should head to bed soon."

Ghostbur's giggles subsided, in place a bit of loneliness in his eyes. "Are you sure? I mean, you're right. A lot of people don't stay up that late anymore." The fact made him rather sad, turning his head to look off towards the empty courtyard. "I'll walk you to your room, yeah? Then I'll give you your repayment tomorrow!"

Y/N smiled lightly. "I have a feeling I can't say no, even if I asked for it." They sighed, giving a nod and starting back towards their room. "If you insist."

A feeling loomed between them. Perhaps a spark, a desire to find out more about the strange situation, and a strange fascination with one another. Y/N almost didn't want to sleep, too many questions in the back of their mind.

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TRACES OF A PRINCE.

chapter one: mischief

wilbur soot x gn!reader

summary : 4 years after the three young princes of Sleepy Hollow died, the castle they once inhabited seemed grey and empty. Though the garden keepers would say different.

written by : @sleepyred + @acidtabletz

The golden hues of the setting sun shined on the flower petals, making the most beautiful gradient. It was times like these when Y/N felt most proud of their work, standing up and wiping the sweat from their forehead as they gazed upon the nearly finished flower patch in the courtyard. Almost done for the day, and just in time as well. As they shifted towards the last patch of the garden, a light breeze blew past, jostling locks of their hair. It was strange, it hasn’t been windy at all, none of the trees rustled or any leaves shifting to indicate there was even a wind. In fact, the air was quite still.

“Am I going insane..?” They muttered to themselves, kneeling in the dirt as they stared towards the sky. Just as they were about to get back to work, another small gust of wind blew across their face. This time, like a whisper in their ear.

“Not quite yet.”

The cold against their cheeks left as quickly as it came, shivers crawling up their spine. That was strange, really strange. Abnormal, even. Y/N whipped their head around, trying to search for someone that could’ve said something, anything. But there was nothing. Only the feeling of someone watching them, like a small child curiously hiding behind a pillar not too far away.

Letting out a sigh, Y/N turned towards their flowers. Maybe if they just finished and got home, they could sleep this off. Hanging out alone can do things to a person. Though the anomalies kept piling, this time more strange than the last.

There was a spot of blue stained on some of the petals of one of their white daisies. Like someone had gently taken the flower to look at it and feel its petals. But it was.. blue. None of their flowers were blue, in fact they were pretty sure flowers rarely came in such a vibrant colour.

They sat on their dirt stained knees, a hand snaking close to the vibrant flower. Surely they hadn’t created a new breed, there’s no way.

Y/N ran their fingertips over the blue plant. It felt cold, and damp almost. That wouldn’t be a cause for concern, considering where they are of course. But, it hadn’t rained in 2 days. There shouldn't be any reason the flower would be so damp. Nor.. blue. At least, not these daisy’s.

A sigh left their lips. Maybe instead of finishing, they could return in the early morning.

They began their trek back to their room, carrying only the important things they didn’t want stolen back with them. It was a nice 5 minutes of peace as the sun set, the sky turning from the bright vibrant orange hues to a darker purple and eventually a light blue. It felt phantom, almost. Relaxing and nice.

The mischievous ghost gave a giggle to himself, hidden playfully behind a pillar. He was messing with the gardener, and god did he love it. The confusion, the way their head turned like they were being watched. But his joy was cut short. They began packing up and leaving, he wasn't satisfied. He huffed to himself as this stranger walked down the halls. He was going to follow.

He fell in stride, just a few steps behind the other. He mimicked their posture, all fun and games until-

Y/N stopped. This felt so strange. Someone was definitely following them. Just as they went to turn, a cold shiver ran through their whole body as if they were being walked through, and them stood a ghost. Strangely familiar, but terrifying. They yelped, dropping what was in their hands and tripping back to the ground. "Wh- ah! Please spare me, I didn't do anything wrong!"

The ghost paused, looking back. He seemed to be holding back a laugh. He was quite opaque for a ghost, it looked. Just a step away from seeming touchable. And.. very familiar.

"..Prince Wilbur?"

The ghost stiffened suddenly. "Been a bit since I've heard that name."

"But you.. died-" Y/N hesitated, unsure if they should point out such an obvious.

"Well, yes. So I guess that makes me.. Ghostbur, yeah?" The ghost seemed so playful for a dead guy, a smile always finding its way to the corner of his lips. If he needed to stand he'd seem light on his toes. This was surreal. His expression suddenly became a bit worried. "Are you alright?"

Y/N straightened, realising they were still quite literally floored. "Yes! Yes, just.. never really seen a ghost before. Not what I expected today-" The mumbled, standing themselves upright and dusting themself off. "Have you um.. always just been around? Since you died?" Admittedly, stranger things have happened in the castle.

Ghostbur smiled, giving a light nod. "Yes! Well, I think there was a bit between my death and my ghost. I never saw the death of my brothers.." He grew sad quite quickly, looking down. He shook his head, plucking a nearby flower from a bush. The petals of the flower quickly turned blue, and he relaxed. "Regardless! Aside from that, I'm sorry for messing with you. It's been a bit boring lately with all the gloom everywhere." He smiled, offering the small simple flower.

Y/N flicked their eyes from the flower, to the ghost, then back. They took the flower softly, unable to help themselves but smile a bit. It was kind of adorable, admittedly. "It's okay. Though you're gonna need to repay me for such tomfoolery with more than just a blue flower."

"So, a whole bouquet of them? I thought flowers were your thing!"

Y/N broke out into laughter, holding their stomach. It was contagious, making Ghostbur giggle in return. "I don't know if I've ever met such an optimistic ghost! Geez.. it's getting late. I should head to bed soon."

Ghostbur's giggles subsided, in place a bit of loneliness in his eyes. "Are you sure? I mean, you're right. A lot of people don't stay up that late anymore." The fact made him rather sad, turning his head to look off towards the empty courtyard. "I'll walk you to your room, yeah? Then I'll give you your repayment tomorrow!"

Y/N smiled lightly. "I have a feeling I can't say no, even if I asked for it." They sighed, giving a nod and starting back towards their room. "If you insist."

A feeling loomed between them. Perhaps a spark, a desire to find out more about the strange situation, and a strange fascination with one another. Y/N almost didn't want to sleep, too many questions in the back of their mind.

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Traces of a Prince.

prologue.

wilbur soot x gn!reader

summary : 4 years after the three young princes of Sleepy Hollow died, the castle they once inhabited seemed grey and empty. Though the garden keepers would say different.

written by : @sleepyred + @acidtabletz

It had been four gruesome years since it happened. King Philza had been grieving for four years since that incident. It left him in shambles, a husk of the king he once was. The kingdom of Sleepy Hollow hasn’t been the same since that fateful day.

The day a young prince wandered too far into the woods searching for a good hunt. Too far it got him killed. The day the youngest heir had followed, in hopes of finding his brother, saving him from fate. And the day a prince had taken his own life at the edge of the castle grounds. That’s when Phil knew he would be forever in a state of grief, the distress carving a hole deep into his chest, one that would never be filled.

The current state of the kingdom was, to the best of his ability, not that bad. The air felt a bit thicker, the weather felt gloomier, the trees seemed to decay faster. Maybe it was worse for wear, but the tragedy devastated the nation, after all. Though despite the tragedy, there was a sense of peace. A sense of community.

Gardens thrived best they could, taking deep care by their gardeners. The castle was kept as spotless as it could, looking shiny and polished. For what the King lacked in heart, the rest picked up in work of their own accord. Despite a group effort in an attempt to fill the void. It didn’t work. Their efforts fell short, and the dead look in the King’s eyes never wavered.

Y/N was a pioneer in such attempts, a castle groundskeeper. They thought perhaps a few brighter colours around would make at least someone a bit happier. So they took it upon themselves, a few months after grieving the princes, to begin their project. Re-doing all of the castle’s gardens, pulling in brighter colours and more vibrant flowers. Communicating through the knowledge they knew. Lilies, daisies, tulips, hydrangeas, daffodils, anything bright so life could finally re-enter the castle.

Though one day, something seemed a bit peculiar.

One of their flowers seemed to be stained blue.

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