#I'VE BEEN DREAMING OF A TRUE LOVE'S KISS AND THE PRINCE I'M COMING COMES WITH THIS - Giselle

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neteyam sully hcs - how he teases you (M)

headcannons about Neteyam teasing little shit sully. I've been craving to write this because I just KNOW he's so annoying and smug when he wants to be.

➵ pairing: agedup!neteyam x fem!reader (no use of y/n)

➵ warnings: this gets spicy towards the end so be warned. also, neteyams annoying asf, so be warned again.

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Neteyam has a knack for romantics. He's seen plenty of his parents' very public displays of affection that make the entire herd say  "eewwww". At the ripe age of 37, Jake constantly pines over his wife and Neytiri is no better. 

The fact that the married couple has enough kids to form a goddamn baseball team is enough proof on its own. (And yes, Jake is painfully aware of this fact and is itching to introduce the sport to the poor na'vi children.)

Neteyam also has a way with words. In fact, he's so good with them that he can wax poetic about your bowel movements and you'd swoon nonetheless.

"Neteyam, are you drunk?" you'd ask after a particularly rowdy festival.

"No, I'm a poet." he'd tell you, drunk off his ass.

Cue the guy saying whatever comes to mind and trying to make it sound beautiful. "Oh, ____, Why, _____. Every move of your unaware knife stabs my heart. Your hands drip rewards of the sweetest juices a man dare crave." when you’re literally trying to cut fruit, or some shit like this. (idk im no poet use your imagination.)

Worst of all, it works. This man is mighty aware of how embarrassed and shy you get when he intricately weaves words just so he can see you blush and swat at him. He takes pleasure in your angry little tone in some weird, fucked up way. 

Which ends up with him developing a little...kink, if you will. He loves teasing. And in a condescending way too. 

He used to consider himself good-natured - didn't take pleasure in the humiliation of others, surely. His parents' relationship should have taught him well. And it did...but he just can't stop teasing you.

Perhaps it was your strangled voice telling him to cut it out, or the tint of your cheeks complimenting you oh so delightfully. He adored your reactions and coaxing them out was such fun. 

With this devilish smirk that could fluster anyone, (or so you'd tell yourself because you aren't weak...okay, maybe you are. but only for him.) he tells you how red you've become. He'd scissor his hands and squeeze your cheek between the two digits, "You're just so easy to mess with, my love."

This led to his teasing gaining an edge. And as he grew confident, he also got mean. His teases degraded you here and there but he was just so condescending; talking down at you as the prince of Omaticaya. Stuff like. “Oh, yawnetu. You’re always falling at my feet. Should I hold your hand?” when you trip and fall (because he made you trip and fall by looking extra good that day, and also ‘forgetting’ to put on pants. in your kelku, of course. or outside in the forest if you’re into that, you weirdo.)

 “Look at you, getting that fruit all over your mouth. Can’t even eat properly without my help.” when you eat particularly messily. 

“It’s cute that you think you can win these fights.” when you try to snap back. 

When he takes things particularly far, you get angry. Because damn, he's just so annoying sometimes. Never in your wildest dreams did you imagine the Olo’eyktan in training to be so smug and condescending. At first, he was all gentlemanly and teeth-rotting sweet. He’d encourage you, whisper sweet nothings in your ear, and be so freaking kind that it’d make you want to cry. 

When your mate got too comfortable, however, things went down. "Can you pass me the f-

"Only if you kiss me,"

"At what point do you become mature?"

"When you kiss me,"

"God, I hate you."

"Your pussy wasn't exactly screaming I hate you Neteyam this morning, but maybe that's just me."

He’s still sweet, of course. This man has no bad bone in his body, it’s true. He loves you so much that he can’t help but poke fun at your antics, and makes sure you know it’s all fun and games. When it’s fun and game time though, he’s ruthless. 

And he's so proud of himself too. Puffing out his chest smugly and prancing around, boasting his confidence. You just want to wipe that sly smirk off his face - but you can't. It falls on deaf ears when Neteyam jokingly personalizes a better-than-thou attitude

"Oh, do I annoy you?” he would ask you after watching you groan and roll your eyes. “Not more than usual,” you would tell him, and he would just smirk, striding towards you and pulling you into a fat kiss. 

Of course, these shenanigans follow him into the bedroom.

Lo'ak is evidently more like Jake when it comes to teasing. But Neteyam? Eywa have mercy on your poor soul. He's a mix of Neytiri, Jake, and perhaps Tsu'tey combined. (he's alive, argue with the wall.) The epitome of pure sex and the reincarnation of Asmodeus himself.

His tone is sweet yet condescending, smoothly purring into your ear while making fun of how easy it was to make your cunt ache with needy desire.

He would demand you finger yourself right in front of his prying eyes, then coo at you when you couldn't cum no matter how hard you tried. It was pathetic really, how diligently your fingers worked on your poor clit. But to no avail.

Neteyam would feast on the view like it was his meal for the week. With blown-out eyes and feral flicks of his tail, he would tease you all the while. Stuff like, "Let's see those fingers work harder. Oh come on, now you're just messing with me. There's no way you think that's what it takes to make you cum.

"I can’t concentrate when you look at me like that.” 

“Well, you should be concentrating on me instead,…maybe learn a few things.” he drawls, circling the head of his cock with a groan while imagining he’s rubbing your swollen clit.

And you'd try your best to remember how he made you cum. But no matter what, you just couldn't copy the way Neteyam spit on your clit to ease the ache or the way he strokes the nerves so gently with a finger. Only the clit, of course - because he's going to tease you, and teasing you involves edging the shit out of you until your eyes water and you can't help but beg.

The fact that you’re so accustomed to his fingers and cock was a little embarrassing. They had become proviso for you to cum. 

"You can't make yourself cum? How pathetic. Did I fuck you too good that it made you incompetent, or do you just like me too much?"

Neteyam always basks in his torture. He'd watch your hips buck wildly while begging and crying for him to fuck you right. He'd just sit there with wide legs, palming his hard cock and squeezing his balls ever so slightly at your pained mewls. Arms spread, head thrown back, he'd just observe you with additional snarky comments if he felt like it.

"Come on, you can do it. Oh, you got it, yes, there we g-...oh. What a pity."

[zippidi-dooda]

Yuu: I've been dreaming of a true loves kiss

Yuu: and a prince I'm hoping comes with this-Gah! Tsunotaro? What are you doing here?

Malleus: I believe I heard you calling for me?

[love-imagineitall]

Taylor Swift Prompt List

Hello all! I have been severely lacking inspiration, but after listening to Taylor Swift for a while, I wanted to create a prompt list with some Taylor Swift songs.

So please request away! And if there are other taylor swift songs that are not on this list please feel free!

Debut

Tim McGraw: "When you think Tim McGraw I hope you think of me"

Picture To Burn: "As far as I'm concerned, you're just another picture to burn"

Should've Said No: "You should've said no, you should've gone home You should've thought twice 'fore you let it all go You should've known that word 'Bout what you did with her'd get back to me (Get back to me)"

Fearless

Fearless: " You take my hand and drag me head first, fearless And I don't know why but with you, I'd dance In a storm in my best dress, fearless"

Love Story: "Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes""

Hey Stephen: "Cause I can't help it if you look like an angel Can't help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain so Come feel this magic I've been feeling since I met you Can't help it if there's no one else Mmm, I can't help myself"

You Belong with Me: "If you could see that I'm the one who understands you Been here all along, so why can't you see? You belong with me, you belong with me"

Speak Now

Mine: "You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter You are the best thing that's ever been mine"

Back To December: "So this is me swallowing my pride Standin' in front of you sayin', "I'm sorry for that night""

The Story Of Us: " Now, I'm standin' alone in a crowded room And we're not speakin' And I'm dyin' to know Is it killin' you like it's killin' me?"

Red

I Knew You Were Trouble: "Cause I knew you werе trouble when you walked in So shamе on me now"

All Too Well: "And you call me up again Just to break me like a promise So casually cruel in the name of being honest"

We Are Never Getting Back Together: "We are never, evеr, ever gettin' back togеther"

I Bet You Think About Me: "I bet you couldn't believe When you realized I'm harder to forget than I was to leave And I bet you think about me"

1989

Style: "Say you'll remember me Standin' in a nice dress Starin' at the sunset, babe Red lips and rosy cheeks Say you'll see me again Even if it's just in your Wildest dreams"

Now That We Don't Talk: "I call my mom, she said that it was for the best Remind myself, the morе I gave, you'd want me less I cannot bе your friend, so I pay the price of what I lost And what it cost, now that we don't talk"

reputation

End Game: "I wanna be your end game (End game) I wanna be your first string (First string) I wanna be your A-Team (A-Team) I wanna be your end game, end game"

Don't Blame Me: "Don't blame me, love made me crazy If it doesn't, you ain't doin' it right"

Delicate: "My reputation's never been worse, so You must like me for me (Yeah, I want you) We can't make Any promises now, can we, babe? But you can make me a drink"

Gorgeous: "You're so gorgeous I can't say anything to your face 'Cause look at your face (Gorgeous) And I'm so furious At you for makin' me feel this way But what can I say? You're gorgeous"

Dress: "Only bought this dress so you could take it off"

New Year's Day: "Don’t read the last page But I stay when it's hard or it's wrong or we're makin’ mistakes I want your midnights But I'll be cleanin' up bottles with you on New Year's Day"

Lover

I Forgot That You Existed: "I forgot that you existed And I thought that it would kill me, but it didn't"

Lover: "I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover My heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue All's well that ends well to end up with you Swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover"

Paper Rings: "I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings"

Cornelia Street: "And I hope I never lose you, hope it never ends I'd never walk Cornelia Street again That's the kinda heartbreak time could never mend I'd never walk Cornelia Street again"

Daylight: "I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you I've been sleepin' so long in a twenty-year dark night And now I see daylight, I only see daylight"

Folklore

The 1: "But it would've been fun If you would've been the one"

Peace: "All these people think love's for show But I would die for you in secret The devil's in the details, but you got a friend in me Would it be enough if I could never give you peace?"

Evermore

Tolerate It: "If it's all in my head, tell me now Tell me I've got it wrong somehow I know my love should be celebrated But you tolerate it"

Happiness: "There'll be happiness after you But there was happiness because of you Both of these things can be true There is happiness"

Midnights

Midnight Rain: "He wanted it comfortable, I wanted that pain He wanted a bride, I was making my own name Chasing that fame, he stayed the same All of me changed like midnight"

Bejeweled: "Best believe I'm still bejeweled When I walk in the room I can still make the whole place shimmer"

Mastermind: "What if I told you none of it was accidental? And the first night that you saw me Nothing was gonna stop me"

[enchantedchocolatebars]

Fic - Since Beardo Philip has at least one evil bone in his body, I think it would be fun to see him and a Reader pretend he's a villain capturing a prince or princess. He lifts the Reader over his shoulder and carries them into his hideout cave like it's his evil lair. Reader plays along by helplessly kicking their legs in the air though they secretly enjoy being carried.

The Prince / Princess of the Boiling Isles (Beardo Philip x Pretend! Prince / Princess Reader)

The Boiling Isles considered you to be their most beautiful prince / princess.

Why?

Because you were responsible, always helping others when you could.

You were compassionate, even towards those who displayed cruelty.

You demonstrated complete respect for the Titan and did everything in your power to protect the environment and the people you loved.

You enjoyed the world around you and found happiness in everything you did.

Rather than dismissing someone as a bad person, you opted to help them improve when they were facing difficulties.

You followed your heart and carried out what was right.

You searched for understanding and peace in disputes and conflicts and ensured that everyone was treated fairly in the end.

You showed bravery in confronting your problems.

Your dreams were made a reality by your hard work.

You never judged a book by it's cover.

No matter what happened, you never gave up.

You took love at a slow pace and embraced your unique talents.

But most importantly, you were true to who you were.

Your inner beauty illuminated like a light thanks to all those positive traits and aspects.

...

One day, after completing your "chores" in the totally real "castle" that you lived in, you decided to take a nice walk in the woods.

After being cramped "indoors" all day, you were craving some fresh air.

Putting on your favorite leisure outfit, you headed out the "castle" doors.

...

During your small stroll, you passed by a bush and paused when you heard rustling coming from it.

You let out a small giggle in your hand, assuming it was one of your animal pals playing a game.

However, you were wrong when a man jumped out, causing you to jump and squeal in surprise.

Your eyes were curiously fixed on him, your mouth slightly agape.

What was he doing in that shrub and who was he?

The man's hair, long and brown, was tied in a messy ponytail, and he had a mustache and beard.

He also wore a blue coat as well as a sinister smile on his face.

Looking you up and down, the man began to twirl his mustache like a stereotypical villain, which "scared" you as you tried not to laugh.

"So, you're that prince / princess that I've been hearing about," He hummed softly, wasting no time to lift you over his shoulder as you squeaked.

"You're coming with me!" He declared, quickly taking off with you as he laughed his diabolical laugh.

You were now his.

"Nooo!" You cried out dramatically, "helplessly" kicking your feet.

How could this monster kidnap you?

"What's the matter, prince / princess? Not keen on coming with me?" The man asked, letting out a devilish laugh.

"No, I'm not! Let me go! Let me go, you foul fiend!"

"I'm afraid I can't do that," he insisted.

"Now, be a good little captive or I'll feed you to a Stonesleeper. I heard they have a strong craving for princes / princesses, especially cute ones such as yourself."

"Nooo! Someone help me!" You cried out again, but no one came to your aid.

Poor you.😔

When the two of you arrived at the "evil lair" (it was really just his cave), he began doing the most diabolical thing one could ever do to someone... he started covering your cheeks with loving kisses.

His facial hair caused you to giggle as it tickled your skin.

Persuading Philip to join you on this may have been challenging, but you're pleased that you managed to do it.

[marciabrady]

Hi! How are you doing?

I was just wondering, out of the first four Disney princess movies, which one was your favourite ending? I'm a big fan of the whole 'happily ever after accompanied by the choir singing the main theme' that the OG films had and every time I want a pick me up I always watch the endings of those films. I don't know why Disney doesn't use a choir anymore because I remember the endings of the older movies having a much bigger impact on me.

Like: Snow White being carried by her prince as the animals and dwarfs celebrate (and her kissing them to show her love and gratitude for them), Aurora and Phillip lovingly dancing together as the kingdom and their parents celebrate (accompanied by the iconic blue and pink scene), Cinderella and her prince running down the stairs together on their wedding day and riding along in a carriage and Ariel hugging her father and whispering 'I love you, daddy' before she sails off into the sunset (and King Triton bowing to Prince Eric - a human that he earlier told Ariel to let die in a shipwreck).

Every single one of them captures the whole essence of a fairytale and they all hit my heartstrings just right so I'd love to hear your thoughts.

Hi there! I love this question- thank you so much! I could never choose anything between the original four because they're all completely different flavors and it depends on the mood I'm in!

Sleeping Beauty's ending, for instance, is literally heaven for a romantic at heart like me. I hate anything tacky and over the top- especially moments that are supposed to be intimate. So, Aurora's slow smile of recognition when Phillip awakens her is more effective than any piece of film I've ever seen. The beautiful presentation and rejoicing of her arrival at court, making her the perfect picture of a princess- before the humanity of Briar Rose returns and she rushes to embrace her parents in the most loving caress. Hubert's humor, and Aurora's charm as she kisses him, before she's whirled off to the dance floor. Earlier in the film, we see her nearly deserted in a wood. She wants love, but how would she even dream of finding it when she'd never met anyone in the world outside of her aunts? It didn't even feel like a possibility of a possibility- and when it happened, it was ripped away so cruelty because her loyalty to the fairies dictated she must return home. And, for her to have her Happy Ending, with everyone there- even her Mother and Father- this incredible feeling of inclusion, that she was able to achieve without comprising her own values, as she drifts off into cotton candy dream clouds of romance while the final rush hits you as the fairies' power surges her dress and renders it blue and then pink, until she's one with the sky! Well, it's just so reassuring to all of us who feel like we have no one and nothing, that one day, all the things you never thought were possible will come to fruition in the most beautiful way.

Or Snow White's- the high it takes you on, after the most intense period of mourning for any character. Snow White, who the heavens themselves cry for and the Dwarfs can't find it in their hearts to bury her- the Dwarfs who keep her company and eternal vigil even in death- proving that the good are truly never forgotten. And then her Prince! Her love, that hasn't given up, and has continued to search for her for months and seasons and continues to be so steadfast and true in his word of the "one love" his "heart keeps singing, of one love only for" Snow White. How you can tell he loves her, just as the Dwarfs and birds do, and she's such a vibrant character that she doesn't feel lost to him, even though it seems as if hope may be. Then, the blinking of her eye before that familiar smile comes about- the overwhelming light and positivity that the world is suddenly sunnied with, as the Dwarfs cartwheel and the animals rejoice, and a chorus goes to sing Snow White's dream back to her. This poor girl who's been abused and neglected and almost murdered, but never gave up- it's so heartwarming.

Ariel's is so touching too, but it's admittedly always made me sad. I honestly cried to the ending a few weeks ago. I decided to rewatch it after I saw the live action, and the tenderness with which she embraces Triton in the animated...even writing it I'm beginning to feel my heart contract. Their relationship in the animated film is so layered and fascinating- she feels unloved by him and is constantly hiding who she is from him, she's afraid, and she lashes out sometimes out of that fear. She has doubt rooted in her about his love for her "maybe he's right. maybe there is something the matter with me." And yet, though he unknowingly is rejecting her and telling her she's wrong, he feels as though he's doing this out of love? But then he gets into this place of rage where he just traumatizes her and ends up pushing her away and closer to the very things he's trying to shield her from. For her to hug him like that in the end...and to whisper "I love you Daddy" OH. It's the subtlety thing I talked about earlier but his expression! You can tell he's ashamed on his face, he can tell he's even felt like she hated him in the past for being a disciplinary figure, when all he ever wanted was that love he never knew was there. But as she pulls back, tears shining in her eyes, this inward peace renews in him- and as Eric bows to him- he still commands and accepts all the glory and respect befitting a King of the Sea and is taken to levels that he hadn't been previously in the film, even in the beginning. His final blessing, of the rainbow, is so beautiful and...I just think it's so unique in, these are two people that love each other (Triton and Ariel) but aren't meant to live together and near one another. Their relationship is best at a distance, and there's something so bitter sweet about that. I continue after the read more, but don't look at it if you're uncomfortable with sensitive topics being discussed!

The ending I used to replay literally every morning to myself over the past maybe five years, as though it were a soundtrack and not a scene in a film, was actually the ending to Cinderella. Again, I could never choose between the original four but...the way that this ending has saved me. I used to watch it every morning on my way to work to even be able to work. By the time I was in my early 20s, and working, I had already had a really difficult beginning to my life- and it had gotten so intense right up from my early childhood into my middle school years up through the end of high school, I didn't feel like anything could ever get worse? So, while I was certainly still affected by things and would sometimes get sad, there was always a knowledge and a security in myself that I knew, for a fact, things would never, ever go back to being as bad at they were in that time period. And then...my second job happened. Don't get me wrong, my first job was awful- to the point where my brain function began to deteriorate at a point due to how depressed I was. I started get frequent panic attacks, I was miserable, and I felt helpless. Then, I accepted a job offer a year later that seemed life changing. I moved away from home into a different state, was going to be making twice my salary, and after taking care of different family members since high school had ended, I'd finally be able to be my own person without worrying about someone watching me or listening to what I was saying or monopolizing my time. I'd be able to discover what made me happy, I'd experience freedom, maybe love. That...was not what happened. At my first job, while things were bad as I previously explained, my performance or character was never up for debate. The mistreatment was more so inappropriate managers, sexual harassment, and being yelled at. However, I was also the most well liked person in the office and I was the top performer. So, when I came to this new company, I was convinced that, if I worked as hard as I possibly could, they'd get to know me and would be able to rely on me in a way that would translate to job security and that my workplace wouldn't be as toxic as the other one had been. I wasn't looking for any other forms of validation, literally just job security. This was the opposite of what happened.

For reasons I won't go into now, I was targeted by nearly everyone at this new workplace, save one or two people- but I can pretty much sum it up by saying it's because I was "different" and I was the only one being treated the way that I was, seemingly without rhyme or reason. They all began to lie about me, even from my first week, and come up with the most egregious things and I felt like I was continually being punished for things I didn't do. If I tried to stick up for myself, I wasn't taking "accountability" for whatever they pulled out of thin air. I felt like I literally had no one and the fear of my job being ripped away from me, just as I moved into this new apartment I could barely afford in a city where I knew no one, literally ate me alive. But more than that it was the attack on my character? I never really experienced that before. Remember how I said I never thought things would be as bad as they were when I was much younger? Well, aspects of my appearance and character were always being attacked then but it was more because I expressed myself differently than people were used to and so...I effectively silenced, stifled, killed those parts of myself in order to assimilate and pass and, while it killed me inside, I was able to make my surroundings less dangerous for myself (not entirely safe, because that's out of my control, but I improved my safety by as much as I humanly could) by continuing to- not change myself- but, again, muting the ways I expressed myself and just hacking away at parts of me so they wouldn't be so visible. However, what was happening at the, then, new job??? Having groups of people say the most disparaging things about you when they had no reason, to walk into a new lie every day, to be victim of an attack that, honestly, felt like they wanted me to not just quit the job but actually make me think that I was a terrible person that wasn't worthy of life? It made me doubt my reality, who I was as a person, everything. It got so intense- the one scene that kept getting me through, apart from the ending, was the scene where the stepsisters gather around Cinderella and collectively scream at her for the mouse in the cup. She walks, condemned for something she didn't even do, to Lady Tremaine's room to continue receiving lashing after lashing of an invention resulting from her enemies' minds of something that had nothing to do with her actual actions. Even earlier in the scene, when she's bringing them breakfast and is being intentionally kind to them, they berate her and treat her as a person with no character. That's the closest it felt to me.

BUT THEN, the ending. The ending gave me so much hope. Just as the Grand Duke is to leave, a voice calls out from the steps. A voice that was previously locked in her room, in the tall tower, with no way out and no one to hear her. As she attempts her way down the steps, it's the dialogue the stepsisters and stepmother say that catches my attention. Like my coworkers, they're trying to taint Cinderella to the outside world. They're trying to ruin her name, to stain it, and effectively kill any human connection she could ever have, effectively ending her life. They aren't just trying to make her look bad- they're trying to make her look insane, diminish the very core of who she is into someone that isn't worthy of anything. Someone that, even if she were locked in a tower, might as well be left there to die.

Lady Tremaine: Oh, pay no attention to her.

Anastasia: It's only Cinderella.

Drizella: Our scullery maid.

Anastasia: From the kitchen.

Drizella: It's ridiculous. Impossible.

Anastasia: She's out of her mind.

Lady Tremaine: Yes, yes. Just an imaginative child.

"It's only Cinderella...She's out of her mind- just an imaginative child." This abused orphan who has nothing, yet still hasn't managed to harden in the face of her hardships, that has overcome all of the adversity she's met with, that's the most productive member of the household and single handedly runs an entire estate by herself...who literally has no one in her corner and was physically assaulted less than 24 hours ago by simply producing a dress to wear to the ball so that she could actually be viewed as an equal, as someone who's a person in the eyes of her society. To reduce her to an "imaginative child." To say it's "only Cinderella." Imagine if that worked- the declaration to the ball specified that only eligible women should attend, which Cinderella hadn't been considered before she had a dress in which to attend. Imagine if the Grand Duke had listened to these women, the only "family" or company that Cinderella's permitted and the only people that "knew her," who have much more pull in society over a tattered orphan servant. Imagine if he did just turn on his heel and left her there. What would it be like in that house, with just the four of them, after they discovered Cinderella escaped from the attic? That she had been the girl from the ball the Prince was still looking for? I don't know, but I shudder to think about it considering we saw how they reacted to her gown the night before. I also can't imagine how difficult it must've been for her to keep going. Knowing the only three people she knew and she lived with belittled her every chance they could get? How they mocked her openly, invaded her personal space, got physical? That would mess with anyone's head. And to continue fighting for your right to go to the ball, to be seen as a person, to be someone that the law applies to and not just an "imaginative child" to be left to the wolves of the world to eat alive. She literally had no one in her corner- no family, no friends, nothing. To keep going by yourself, to be fueled by your own positivity...that's why it makes her so alive and human when she does break down and believe that there isn't anything to her hope and dreams and things will always stay the same. "There's nothing left to believe in." To always do the most you can for other people- she literally fries the mice from death in the traps, feeds and clothes them, and continues to put on a smiling face for her step-family- and to never have anyone ever treat you with a common human decency, let alone actually help you with the dire state of your life???

I know I'm rambling but. I felt the same way- I tried to be the best person I could, to help others around me through acts of kindness and even depleting myself financially from my, already humble, means, and to never have anyone, let alone reciprocate, but be able to help me? It felt so hopeless, like all was lost. To be the best you could and to still be the subject of so much endless sabotage, that felt like it would never end? Then the glass slipper breaks. Even the Grand Duke is beyond consolable. But Cinderella rises above- producing the slipper all on her own. We're rushed to the church and as we see Bruno, a starved bloodhound, and Major, an old horse, leading this royal procession, how can you heart not warm up? To see the mice cheering her on, in their new suits, while Cinderella waves at them. There she is- again, someone who was treated like actual trash, without any parents, someone who was abused and belittled and minimized and on the brink of ending it all- and smiling so gratefully and graciously and happily from the inside of the carriage, looking out at all the people that she supported, that now support her, in the brink of all of that tragedy? It's unparalleled. Looking at Cinderella waving from inside the coach, I never see the Princess- I see the little girl and think of her victory of survival.

[cloudyzues]

Prompt: royal

@wolfstarmicrofic

word count: 619

Sirius Black, the Crown Prince of the Kingdom, stood in front of the grand mirror in his chambers, admiring his appearance. He was dressed in a tailored black suit, his long hair tied back in a sleek ponytail. He had never been one for ballroom events, but tonight was different. The annual royal ball was the perfect opportunity for him to find a suitable partner and fulfill his royal duties.

As he made his way down the grand staircase, he noticed the room was already filled with nobles and royals from all over the Kingdom. The ballroom was decorated with intricate chandeliers and elaborate floral arrangements, making it one of the grandest rooms in the palace.

Sirius scanned the room, looking for his parents, the King and Queen, but instead, his eyes landed on a tall, slender figure in a maroon suit. It was Remus Lupin, the Prince of the neighboring Kingdom.

Remus was standing by the grand piano, his hands in his pockets, looking just as bored as Sirius felt. But as soon as their eyes met, Remus smiled, and Sirius felt his heart skip a beat. They had met a few times before, but never in such a formal setting.

Sirius made his way over to Remus, his heart pounding in his chest. "What brings you here, Lupin?" he asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

"I was invited, just like you," Remus replied with a smile. "But to be honest, I'd much rather be back home reading a book."

Sirius chuckled. "I know what you mean. These events can be so tiresome."

They continued to chat, their conversation ranging from politics to literature, and Sirius found himself growing more and more drawn to Remus. He couldn't help but admire the way Remus spoke, his eyes lighting up when he was passionate about something.

As the night wore on, Sirius found himself feeling bolder than usual. He took Remus's hand and led him onto the dance floor, ignoring the curious stares of the other guests. They danced together, their bodies moving in perfect harmony, and Sirius felt like he was in a dream.

But all dreams must come to an end, and the music soon stopped. Sirius and Remus made their way to a quiet corner of the ballroom, where Sirius finally worked up the courage to speak.

"Remus, I know this may seem sudden, but I can't deny my feelings any longer. I care for you deeply, and I want to be with you."

Remus looked surprised but also pleased. "Sirius, I feel the same way. I've been trying to find the right time to tell you, but I wasn't sure how you felt."

Sirius felt a wave of relief wash over him, and he pulled Remus into a tight embrace. "I'm so glad we both feel the same way. I can't wait to see where this goes."

The rest of the night was a blur of excitement and happiness for Sirius. He felt brave and bold, but also content, knowing that he had found someone special in Remus.

As the ball came to a close, Sirius took Remus's hand and led him out onto the balcony, overlooking the palace gardens. They stood there in silence, watching the stars twinkle above them.

"I know we come from different kingdoms," Sirius said softly. "But I'm willing to do whatever it takes to be with you, Remus. I'll be brave for us."

Remus smiled, his eyes shining with affection. "I know you will be, Sirius. And I'll be brave for us too."

They shared a sweet kiss, sealing their newfound love, and Sirius knew that he had found not only his heart's desire but also his true home with Remus.

[the-art-of-claude]

"I've been dreaming of a true love's kiss, and a prince I'm hoping comes with this.."

I remember you guys asked for her a couple of years ago when I shared some work-in-progress-dolls in my stories, and here she finally is: Giselle!

I actually started her all over, using a different head than the Ariel one you can see in my story highlights. I originally bought the Aurora head to try for Anastasia but I kinda got Giselle-vibes off of it so I wanted to use it for her instead (I wasn't really happy with the Ariel sculpt anyway..). The hair was also kinda an accident. It used to be sunlit blonde nylon hair by @dollyhairofficial which I originally dyed to match Pepa's shade.. But again, I got the Giselle-vibes :D

With Disenchanted right around the corner and Disney only releasing exclusive versions of her it was finally the perfect time to do Giselle myself :3 Hope you like her :3 . repainted with high pigmented artist acrylic paints (PRIMAcryl by @schmincke_official) // hair dyed, rerooted and styled, flowers added// dress: 2007 Disneystore Giselle doll, gem added// before doll: 2021 shopdisney 12" Aurora ballet doll

[derelictheretic]

Tagged by @socially-awkward-skeleton, @clicheantagonist and @baldurrs (Thank you!!) to list 5-10 songs that describe or relate to my fav otp/personal ship(s) ! Stuck to my fc5 ones for this <3

Tagging: @viktor-sinclaire @trashcatsnark @bluemojave @ishwaris @unholymilf @roofgeese @sukoshimikan @detectivelokis @strangefable @necro-hamster @deputyash @rejected-beater @jollybone @eur0paa-2 @i-am-the-balancing-point

I just went with 5 songs for each ship, I've been obsessed with Sleep Token recently so they have snuck into a few playlists lmao

Spotify

Clueless by Ellie Williams

Do you think she has seen i'm captivated by her speech?

Or is she clueless?

The Only Exception by Paramore

And up until now I had sworn to myself

That I'm content with lonlieness

I Love you but you make me cry by Elthia

You try to protect yourself

So I have to rip through you

I Wish I never Met You by Babygirl

I wish I knew forever would end so soon

I wish I never kissed you in my living room

Enemies by Lauv

Oh tell me, why did we throw away the love we had?

And tell me why do, why do we love to make it hurt so bad?

Spotify

River by Bishop Riggs

Shut your mouth, baby, stand and deliver

Holy hands, will they make me a sinner?

Obsessed With You by The Orion Experience

Your love is better than cocaine

I need you more than oxeygyn

Room For Two by Will Knox

If there is a heaven

I hope I go to hell with you

John My Beloved by Sufjan Stevens

I am a man with a heart that offends

With its lonely and greedy demands

Granite by Sleep Token

I was more than just a body in your passenger seat

And you were more than somebody I was destined to meet

Spotify

I love you baby by Surf Mesa, Emilee

I love you baby, and if it's quite alright

I need you baby, to warm these lonely nights

Dance Alone by Talya Parx

Left hand up, right hand on the bible

You walked in, I was dead on arrival

Angel of small death and the Codeine scene by Hozier

Feeling more human and hooked on her flesh

I lay my heart down with the rest at her feet

My Attic by P!nk

I will give you all my secrets

If you promise you can brave my attic

Lovefool by The Cardigans

Say that you love me

Fool me, fool me

Spotify

It Will Come Back by Hozier

Jesus Christ, don't be kind to it

Honey, don't feed it, I will come back

Once Upon a Dream by Lana Del Ray

And I know it's true, vision are seldom what they seem

But if I know you, I know what you'll do

Alkaline by Sleep Token

And she's changing me

It's too late for me now, I am altered

Deity by Valeree

I'll be your deity, fall to your knees

Oh, honey, pray to me between the sheets

Religion by ZAND

My angel's most polite

When I am on my knees

Spotify

Hit Me With a Kiss by Solo

And when he hit me with his kiss

I tasted whiskey on my lips

Persia by Until The Ribbon Breaks

If I can't be your prince

Then I like to whisper, I'd like to leave you in my fingerprints

Love Is A Weapon by Letdown.

It's just a masochistic love

I've got the push under your shove

I Go Hungry by Mother Mother

When I go hungry I go nail and tooth

When I go hungry, I go hungry, I go hungry

Puppy Pound by Jazmin Bean

Normally i'm no stray, you won't find me in the lost and found

So why'd you make me feel like I am in the goddamn puppy pound?

Spotify

Power by Isak Danielson

When you move, you make my oceans move too

If I hear my name I will run your way

I'll Keep You Safe by Sleeping At Last

Our mistakes, they were bound to be made

But I promise you I'll keep you safe

Hallelujah by Jeff Buckley

And Love is not a victory march

It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

The Summoning by Sleep Token

Oh, and my love

Did I mistake you as a sign from God

His Hands by Blegh

But you know I was still down on my knees

Like it was a religion

[beneathashadytree]

MAYA’S 2K+ FOLLOWERS EVENT!

Just a month or so ago, this blog hit 2K followers! It feels so surreal; to have so many people reading (and actually enjoying! Like, can you imagine?) my fics is a dream come true. To celebrate this incredible milestone, I’ve decided to hold an event! I will be opening my requests for the upcoming weeks—from today, 26/1/2023, till 9/2/2023. I’ll be outlining my requesting rules here💗

FANDOMS I’LL WRITE FOR:

One Piece

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure

Moriarty the Patriot

Attack on Titan

Boku No Hero Academia

Bungou Stray Dogs

Haikyuu!!

Kuroko no Basket

Tokyo Revengers

Juiutsu Kaisen

Mr. Love: Queen's Choice

Ikemen Sengoku

Ikemen Vampire

Ikemen Prince

Ikemen Revolution

Check my regular rules for requesting to find out where I’m at in each series/game! And here is my full masterlist, if you’d like to check out my works!

GENRES I’LL WRITE:

Fluff

Angst

Smut (as long as I’m comfortable with it)

Hurt/Comfort

Angst to fluff

Platonic or romantic

PS: I generally write for gender-neutral readers! I try to be as inclusive as possible 🫶🏽

You can, of course, request more than one dialogue prompt. Any additional details you'd like, just let me know.

EXAMPLES OF REQUESTS:

Hi, I would like to request an angst piece for Jotaro Kujo in JJBA, prompt "Would you stop that?"

I want to request a smut piece for Vinsmoke Sanji, prompt number 64, reader is a switch and is the one saying it to him!

EVENT PROMPTS:

“No one's ever done that to me before.”

“Could you play with my hair?”

“I can't remember the last time I did this with someone.”

“That feels nice.”

“I haven't been hugged in years.”

“I never want to let go.”

“Let’s just cuddle forever.”

“You put your arm around me and I literally felt my knees buckle, this is so pathetic.”

“I just want to be held for a little while.”

“You’re legally obligated to keep holding me.”

"I think I forgot what human contact felt like.”

“I need to remember what hugs feel like.”

“Do you mind if we stay like this for a little longer?”

“My family was never the touchy-feely type.”

“I’ve never been in a relationship before, so I don't really know how to do the whole…..kissing thing.”

“You were my first kiss.”

“Could we cuddle, like, platonically?"

“I’m in desperate need of a hug.”

"What's wrong with me?"

"Are you mad at me?"

"Can this stay between us?”

"I don't want you to go."

“Would you stop that?"

"Can we talk?”

"I have to tell you something."

"Take my hand."

"Sometimes I can't help but get lost in your eyes."

"This is my fault.”

"Talk to me. I'm here for you."

“Please, just come home."

"I didn't want to go to bed without you."

“You're doing it wrong."

"Go ahead, hit me."

“You don't give yourself enough credit."

"Why do you hate me?"

“Tell me something I don't know."

"Please don't make me go home."

"I've never seen you like this."

“You’re up early.”

"Let's just have sex instead."

"This part of you…seems to be very sensitive."

"Prove to me that you deserve this."

"If you give me a hickey, I'll have to give you one too."

"Ah, I see you have a little problem. I can help."

"I've never been into this stuff…until I met you."

"I just like keeping you close. You're so warm."

"Be quiet. We're not alone."

"And what if I want you to do that?"

"It's okay, you're doing great. Keep going."

"Come back to bed."

"You haven't seen anything yet."

"Can you feel what you've done to me?"

"Okay, but we have to be quick."

"Fine, I admit, I've fantasized about this before."

"I'll go gentle. Though, we can always change that."

"You shouldn't have said that. Now I can't resist you."

"I knew you were secretly a pervert, but this…!"

"That's it, there we go…just like that."

"Are you trying to seduce me? Because it's working."

"It's time for payback. Turn around."

"So you do like getting spoiled after all."

"Don't stop looking at me while you do it."

"You say that, but all I hear is 'more, more, more'"

"I want to love every inch of you tonight."

"Hey, hey, two on one is not fair!"

"Enough of that, let me fuck you."

"You can still keep going?! What in the world are you?"

"Take your time. The whole night is ahead of us."

"You like the way this fabric feels, don't you?"

"Your face is a mess… a very pretty mess."

[Prompts by @bewitchingmemes, @violettduchess]

EVENT MASTERLIST:

Spellbound (Giorno Giovanna, Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure)

Desperate (Mori Ougai, Bungou Stray Dogs)

Silk (Louis Moriarty, Moriarty the Patriot)

Inside (Sherlock Holmes, Moriarty the Patriot)

Call on Me (Chifuyu Matsuno, Tokyo Revengers)

Seduced (Albert Moriarty, Moriarty the Patriot)

Tender Love (William Moriarty, Moriarty the Patriot)

All Sensitive (Albert Moriarty, Moriarty the Patriot)

Obedient (Sir Crocodile, One Piece)

20 Years (Jotaro Kujo, Jojo’s Bozarre Adventure)

Hide Away (Sebastian Moran, Moriarty the Patriot)

Let Him Watch (Albert Moriarty, Moriarty the Patriot)

Show Me (Mori Ougai, Bungou Stray Dogs)

All Marked-Up (William Moriarty, Moriarty the Patriot)

After the Fall (William Moriarty, Moriarty the Patriot)

Firsts (Mycroft Holmes, Moriarty the Patriot)

Perfect (Jean-Pierre Polnareff, Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure)

Shameless (Mori Ougai, Bungou Stray Dogs)

Messy (Louis Moriarty, Moriarty the Patriot)

Nights with You (Mycroft Holmes, Moriarty the Patriot)

Earnest & True (Albert Moriarty, Moriarty the Patriot)

All your positive feedback throughout this entire time—even when I was on hiatus—has uplifted me during the toughest times. I am eternally grateful for every single one of you wonderful people, and I want to give all that love back to you!💗

[hopelessromanticfantasies]

hi!! your blog is AMAZING and your writing style is AWESOME and your vibes are so POETIC and I'm a hopeless romantic knight too and this is COOL

can I have some sfw prince x knight love confessions? any time, any place, I just need beautiful, romantic, dramatic love confessions

Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! First ask ever! Thank you so very much! Hopeless romantic knights club forever. And yes, I can most certainly give you some prince x knight love confessions.

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My prince has finally been crowned. Well, I'm supposed to call him my king now, I suppose. I'm happy for my love, I'm happy that his father is finally gone and dead. It is good for our people, and it is good for him. My only trouble with his coronation, is that I fear he will no longer have need of me. Right now he is conversing with other kings and nobility - they are all trying to gain his favour - while I sit alone in the rose gardens twiddling my thumbs. "Oh, I'm so glad I could finally get away from them!" Speak of the devil and he shall appear. "So, my knight, how do I look in my new suit?" My pr- king turns around, smirking, showing of his new white and silver suit. In the moonlight he glows and sparkles like a star that heaven favours over all the others. "You are beautiful, my king." I answer. "My king? I'll never get used to that, stick with my love." He runs a hand through my hair, ruffling it slightly. "Shouldn't you go back inside?" "What? Do you not care for my company anymore darling?" He jokes, but I always take him too seriously. "No, of course not, I just don't want to steal you away from all of your new friends." "Bah! You will always be better than any of my new friends." I cannot help smiling at his words. "Thank you." He stares down at me for a little bit, taking me in. Then he says something I thought I would never hear from another soul. "I love you." I am taken aback for a moment, processing what he just said to me, confessed to me. I was afraid he would forget about me but instead he made my wildest dreams come true. "Well, aren't you going to say anything back? Scream at me, Tell me you hate m-" I cut him off by tackling him to the ground in a hug- "Whoa, you're going to turn my white suit brown! Knight!" "I love you." I whisper. I begin rising, so I may help him off the ground and possibly save his suit from being stained with dirt, but he pulls me back down, kissing my lips and then in embracing me. "My king-" "Ah." "My love," I correct myself. "I thought you didn't want to stain your suit." "Who cares about my suit when you love me! Who on earth cares!" He finally stops rolling us around and we lay on our sides facing each other. After a long silence I speak. "Say it again." "I love you, my darling." He repeats. "Your turn." "I love you, my lord." We then turn into a mess of 'I love you's and kisses.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I'll probably make some more love confessions, I've already got an angsty one in mind, so keep an eye out if you're interested.

Thank you so much for the ask anon, I screamed in excitement for a good long while when I saw I got my first asks. So, if anyone, including you have any more prompts or anything, please go ahead and ask. I would love to do some writing for y'all.

[obeymesheep]

Trust

Royal AU Lucifer

Knight Reader, he/him you/your pronouns

Warning! Battle, death, Violence nothing to graphic tho, and with lots of fluff at the end but also pretty ambiguous

AAAAAAAAAA I've been thinking about this for so long and worked really hard on it and i hope it comes off the way. I might do a whole series of this, if this does well and lmk if you want more!

Lucifer, a cold-faced prince with an impeccable ability to avoid his father's marriage alliance attempts, although he was handsome, he was also terrifying, in a kind of ruin your life way. So, the occasional suitor scare wasn’t hard when a sturdy glare could catch them a carriage out of his kingdom. He thought he was far better observed from afar anyway, although dreams of romance weren't completely off the table. He often hoped, in his id, that someone, maybe a far-off prince, would dance him, into falling in love with him, into Lucifer declaring that he belongs to him, mind, body, and soul. However, now wasn’t the time for daydreams.

Lucifer was preparing himself for a takeover, a brutal one. Lucifer was going to kill his father, the king. Lucifer's father was a tyrant, ruling with an iron fist, putting himself, before Lucifer and his brothers, and even before his kingdom, and his people. He started pointless wars, only to ravage and rape. Held his power, and his mercy just over their head, only to stake his claim into the land. Lucifer was enraged by his brutality; he wasn’t going to play his pawn anymore.

He had raised an army of rebels, most of them his battalion. He had the sway of the people. Most importantly he had the training and weapons to kill an armed tyrant. Why did he feel so empty, so lachrymose, he thought he might feel guilty, or maybe happy, proud of himself. Perhaps he was lonely, afraid of the conscience of killing one's father. None of that would matter on the battlefield, none of it would matter when he will be sitting on the throne. Suddenly he was aware that he was ready, shoving all that down, resting his palms on his head for a minute. Lucifer's guard came in and cupped his cheek with his right hand, “My prince, are you all right? You feel quite hot.” Lucifer could tell that his devoted knight was just as hot and nervous as he, not wanting to lose what semblance of friendship they had with death.

You had been Lucifer's knight since he turned sixteen when you were just naïve kids. You would never live to let Lucifer die; you were to be the only one to be in the throne room with Lucifer and his father, and if it came to it you would die for him. When Mammon, the second born ran away, to outrun the world with his lover, and outrun his father's intense pressure, Lucifer had only himself to blame and, vowed to destroy the king. You noticed a change after, Lucifer had shifted into someone cold-blooded, hard, sadistic, and prideful. It's not like you minded much you were just worried about him, worried about what the stress of ruling would do to him.

“I'm just fine” Lucifer smiled; a true one you had not seen grace his face in a long time. The last time you saw him smile was when you had told him that, you had no grand dream of power or wealth, that serving him was dream enough for you, and he smiled; a soft dreamy smile, a smile that said all that needed to be said. Lucifer suddenly stood, taking your hand that once rested on his cheek, and bestowed it with a kiss, letting it fall back to your side, he grabbed his crab sword and left the room.

The cry of the battle outside was loud, barricaded inside. Lucifer stood off from the king. The clashing of swords and the king's laughs rang through the room. Their swords are like stars in the dark. Lucifer was injured. Having taken too many hits. So was the king, staggering breaths and cackles ringing for nobody's ears but your own. Lucifer was quick on his feet. Quick to dodge any swing that came his way. Quick to bounce back with a slam of his sword. The king took him by surprise, cutting into his side as blood poured onto the blade as well as the floor. Standing over him the king readied to kill his son.

You left forgotten on the sidelines, took your weapon, and with a slice, his arm clanged to the floor. Screams rang out, but not for long as Lucifer's blade pierced through his skull. With shaky breaths Lucifer ascended to the throne, the heel of his boot digging into the skull of the tyrant who would soon be forgotten in history. Relief spread as the horrifying sounds outside dispersed, everyone already knew Lucifer had won. You kneeled at his feet bowing your head, and he giggled. Which erupted into joyous chuckles, “My prince, what is so funny? You are injured and should let me tend to you.” He just smiled again with tears in his eyes, letting me see his wound. “You shouldn’t call me that anymore you know, just call me Lucifer.”

You kissed his bloodied hand, the hand that would rule with grace and dignity, with you right beside him. “What if I like calling you that, My prince?” You whispered into his hand, “Very well, darling” Kneeling once again you took his hand to your forehead. You would forever protect him, the nights he demanded you stay in the room, the late nights in the library, and on the battlefield; and you know he would do the same for you.

[quandaryqueen]

Whimsical

Music Meister X Reader

Every moment spent with him is never dull and so you never worried when's the perfect opportunity to propose.

I love him and I can't get of him. Also, this is a full piece hailing from this idea

So this is just a fic about the instance of the reader failing to propose as they enjoy the moment with him.

"When you met the someone, who is meant for you, before two can become one there's something you must do,"

Watching him twirl around with a newly washed bedsheet had you grinning in amusement, adding in to his little own world of musical. He pirouettes at the majestic instrumentals, and with the sheet billowing in his turn, before clipping the sheet on the clothesline.

"There is something sweeter, everybody needs~"

He repeats the process, still singing ang adding pizzaz in every move, as if he were on stage. Thankfully he didn't involve the entire neighborhood again.

"I've been dreaming of a true love's kiss, and a Prince I'm hoping comes with this~" he playfully blows a kiss at your direction, something you only chuckled at and rolled your eyes. "That's what brings ever afterings so happy!

"And that's the reason we need lips so much, for lips are the only things that 'touch'," he looks over you yet again with a suggestive look upon singing that one lyric, before he twirls away to retrieve another batch of laundry to hang and dry. "So to spend a life with endless bliss~ just find who you love, through true love's kiss~"

"Oh you fucking dork." You sighed as he proceeds to vocalise a chorus of 'aaaah's', an underlying feeling of anxiety he doesn't mind control the neighbors again to accompany his song. Thankfully he didn't, only an interval of silence in which you were able to hear the beautifully orchestrated instruments.

"So to spend a life with endless bliss~ just find who you love, through true love's kiss~"

For a quick moment he turns to you. "The floor's yours, Hun,"

Your eyes widened for a moment, before assuming to time your voice to the song.

"Giselle! We shall be married in the morning!" You pulled him by his hands and lean your forehead against his. "Y-you're the fairest maid I've ever met, you were made--"

"-- to finish your duet~"

"And in years to come we'll reminisce!" You sang in perfect harmony, as he nuzzles the tip of his nose against yours.

"How we came to love," This would be a perfect time to propose, damn. You thought to yourself. It was a shame the ring box wasn't in your person at the current moment.

"And grew and grew love!"

"Since first we knew of were of true love's kiss~"

Although it wasn't a part of the movie, you steal you true love's kiss from him as the instrumental has come to a glorious end, something he reciprocates eagerly and holds you close. Upon pulling away, you didn't notice the next song was playing as you playfully swat him by the chest.

"Oh you dork."

"But I am your dork."

[multistanisms]

In the Morning Part ii | Ateez

FANDOM: Ateez

PAIRING: YeosangxSan, HongjoongxWooyoung

WORD COUNT: 4358

RATING: Everyone

POTENTIAL TRIGGERS: Mentions of abuse, violent thoughts 

SUMMARY: He left life as a mafia prince with little to keep him going but a promise. It seems perhaps fate has other plans.

Part One | Part Two

"You came back to me, San." Yeosang answered. "You kept your promise to come back. It took a long time, sure, but you're home. Of course I'm in a soft mood."

San can't help himself at the words. His hand slips down to the back of Yeosang's neck and pulls him in for a kiss. It's gentle at first, but Yeosang must not be content with softness, because he slips his arms around San's waist and deepens the kiss. It's almost everything San has missed. Everything about Yeosang has been what's kept him going. He's had everything reintroduced to his memory to make them vital again, and San doesn't plan on letting go now that he’s finally home. When his chest burns, he pulls away to breathe, taking a moment to catch his breath. 

"I missed you, San." It’s a breathy huff that makes the words come out, and San is helpless against the soft laugh they share as they stay against the wall, hidden behind curtains.

"I missed you, too, Yeosang." For a few minutes, they're content to just stand there, flush against each other and wrapped in embrace. "Is it bad that I want to go somewhere quiet?" San asked after a while. 

"We've had to be apart for five years, it's not bad at all. It's not like I've been with any else."

"Couldn't connect to people on that level?"

Yeosang shook his head, smiling. "I didn't want to. You're the one I'm in love with. Why would I care about someone else?"

The peace in San’s soul at the words is hard to ignore. The knowledge that they'd both just gone through the days, knowing one day they would find their way back to where they were now, was a balm to so many of his worries. "I love you, too. Not a day went by that I didn't wonder how you were, if you had moved on." It was a fear he kept swallowing when he’d been on his own, determined to one day get home and make true of his promise.

"Well, now you know I never did. I'd sooner hang myself than say I don't love you." Yeosang countered with a smirk, stealing another kiss. "I know there’s a party going on, but I don’t think the others would blame us if we slipped away."

"Lead the way, my prince." It was a familiar sensation as Yeosang let him go to take his hand, their fingers lacing as puzzle pieces found their match once more. It had been so long since San has allowed himself any kind of affectionate contact, that he’s blatantly aware that he’s starved for affection that only Yeosang can give. "Not much has changed." He mused as they walked. 

"Joong plans on changing out some of the decor. We just haven't been able to decide what colors. Nothing really seems to fit us, you know?" Yeosang answered, turning down a hall and up a staircase. He knew that San knew where they were going, but it’s still sentimental. “Now that all eight of us are here, maybe we can settle on something.”

“I doubt my influence is that impeccable, Yeo.” San answered as they reached the door, and as they stepped inside, he gave a quiet sigh. He was home, and he knew he was relaxed more in that moment than anytime he’d been away. Fingers in his hair bring him back from his mind and he smiles at Yeosang. “I’m here,” he promised. 

“Not entirely. Your mind took you away for a moment.” Yeosang countered, chuckling as he leaned in to kiss San softly. “What has you so distracted, hm? You’re finally home, Joong is now head of the family, all of our dreams are happening, like all of us wanted.”

San can’t help the way he grins at the words, turning them so he can walk backwards and lead Yeosang to the large bed. “My biggest dream the last five years has been to have you in my arms again.”

“Well, at least one of us was modest.” Yeosang answered, moving to make San sit on the bed, slipping between the other male's legs. With San sitting, Yeosang had a few more inches of height over the younger, and one hand slipped into dark hair to tilt his head back and lay a deep kiss on San's mouth. He was well aware of San's hands tugging at his shirt to untuck it and when he pulled back to breathe, he could see the way San's eyes were blown wide with arousal and love even behind the contacts he wore. "Tell me what you want, Sannie. What do you want me to do?"

"Make me forget the last five years." San begged on a breathless note. "Please, my prince. Anything to not feel alone anymore." It's a phrase that he knows only affects Yeosang when he says it. With anyone else, their parents, their staff, even the others in their group, it was just a little name for how pretty Yeosang was. From him, though? Those words were meant in reverence and adoration, soul deep love and loyalty. Yeosang was the only one San would ever submit to, and he knows Yeosang knows it by the way Yeosang's gaze watches his own and he leans down to tuck his face into San’s neck. A quiet gasp escaped San at the feeling, eyes closing as he breathed out. "Yeosang…" he begged, hands finally tugging the fabric free so he could lay his hands on Yeosang's skin, needing to feel the warmth of the other’s skin under his touch. The startled intake of breath at the discovery of toned muscles beneath the cloth is something he can't contain if he wanted to. "Baby…" he moaned. The curve of Yeosang's smirk is unmistakable against his skin as the blonde gives a soft kiss.

"You didn't think I'd let myself go, do you San?" Yeosang teased as he pulled back, looking down at San with an expression that wasn't quite as readable. San can't stop himself as he reaches up with both hands, Yeosang's shirt forgotten, to cup his lover's face gently. 

"Don't shut me out, Sangie." He pleaded in a whispered tone, voice shaky. "I can't handle that. You kept me going even when I didn’t feel like I could."

"I'm not, San," Yeosang answers softly, the need to just have San close overpowering anything else. "I just…I can’t decide what would be more appropriate. I’m sure we both went through days where nothing made sense but shutting out the world.”

It hurts San to think about, but he understands those words all too well. The thought of losing Yeosang, even to someone else, was a hindrance to his well being. He’d found himself in several situations that would have ended badly if not for their promise. Several days where he didn’t even want the sun coming through the windows in whatever safehouse he was in. Yeosang’s death would have driven him past the point of pure insanity, if the news of just Yeosang being attacked making his blood boil was any indication. “Yeo, look at me,” it takes the blonde a moment, and San brushes the pad of his thumb over Yeosang’s cheek. “I’m not going anywhere ever again. Unless it’s to kill my father for hurting you.”

Yeosang’s mixed emotions faded as a smirk curved his lips and he leaned over to ghost his lips over San’s. “You’d have to be a necromancer for that, my beautiful Sannie.” he whispered. “Joong and Hwa took him out themselves, though everyone outside of the seven- now eight - of us believes he’s just missing. The thought is delicious, though. You being so aggressively protective.”

“Is it really me being protective?” San countered with a low moan, tilting his head to press a kiss against Yeosang’s neck. “Or is it the thought of how violent I can get when people hurt my family?”

“Are they not one in the same?” Yeosang fires back, smiling as San’s hands find purchase at his waist. He guides the younger back until San is laying on the bed, moving to kind of fall to the side so he could drape an arm over San’s waist, holding his head up with the other arm. “Violence is a part of our life. All of us were born into this.”

“Born into violence and yet, we don’t choose it unless necessary.” San countered.

“Well the eight of us only had each other. Our tutors had more open views about the world. Given they were our teachers, can you really be surprised?”

“The nannies feared our families, but taught us there are always other ways.” San reminisced as he adjusted to lay on his side but didn’t hold his head up, merely let his gaze go up. 

“Made it easier for Woo to spot you in the merc files.”

“Woo found my jobs?”

“Some mangling, maiming, but no murder. You took what you needed for the client, fought your way out, but never let anyone die. Even applied aid to someone who got caught in the crossfire. You’re a one of a kind mercenary, San. Quite a name they gave you, you know. Lucky Nero.” San’s groan of disgust made Yeosang laugh as he ran his fingers through dark hair. “What? I like it.”

“I hated that title. I didn’t choose it, it was just given to me after a while.” San hid his face in the soft fabric of the comforter, huffing. The arm at his waist tugs at him and he scoots closer, adjusting so he can once more look up at dark eyes. “But I’m home now, that mantle can die down and cease to exist.”

“Not keen on keeping the persona?”

“That San was doing what he needed to survive. To get through each day alive.” San replied, moving to tuck his head just under Yeosang’s. “I’m okay if that version of me disappears, Yeosang. I don’t need to go back to that life. I’m back where I belong.” It falls quiet for a long moment, San’s body relaxing into the familiar warmth of the older male’s body. “I missed this.”

“Just being close?” The questioning response is soft, but seems loud in the quiet of the room, but even so, San doesn’t need to see to know that Yeosang’s eyes are closed. 

“Sleeping alone was hard.” 

“San, you literally slept with a bed full of plushies until we got together. I have no doubt trying to sleep alone was a challenge.” Yeosang teased. "Speaking of which," he rolled backwards, which made San pout, but he ignored it in favor of grabbing something from the head of his bed. "Here." He said, tossing the object to San's general direction. 

San caught the soft object, startling a little as he pulled it away from his face to look. "Shiber!" His voice pitched an octave with joy as he quickly hugged the plushie to his chest. “You’ve had him this whole time?”

“It’s our secret. Not even the others know.” Yeosang pauses and then gives a chuckle. “Well, if they know, they’ve seen him on my bed. I make sure he’s always safe.” He moves to sit up, watching San pet the plush happily. 

“You take him with you?”

“Just about everywhere.”

“For five years?”

“Yeah. Since the day you vanished, I’ve kept an eye on him.”

 “Why?”

“You weren’t here.” Yeosang replies, try. “He was the closest thing I could keep with me. It helped me deal with missing you.” Dark eyes look at his lap, where his hands are now threaded together. The bed dips and movies and suddenly San’s head is on his lap, and he laughs a little as the younger moves Shiber to tap his cheek, making a kissing sound as the plush makes contact with his boyfriend's cheek. 

“I’m back, Yeosang. I don’t plan on leaving.” San replied. His eyes close as one of Yeosang's hands threads through his hair, leaning into the touch with a smile. "I'm home."

"I couldn't be happier that you are, San. It's just…surreal. Like a dream." Admitting it is easier when it's only the two of them. “I’m sorry that you felt you had to leave. You never should have had to.” “In part it was an impulse decision, but I always wanted to keep everyone safe. Especially you. I thought leaving would have him too occupied in trying to find me to worry about any of you guys.” San’s response is romantic as only he can be, and he seems far off for a moment before his fingers wind their way between Yeosang’s. “I’m not going anywhere ever again. Just promise you’ll still marry me.” His words are soft, but he has his answer between one moment and the next; the time it takes Yeosang to lift their hand and lay a soft kiss to the back of his hand. 

"Why would I ever want to marry someone else?" Yeosang teases a little, smiling at San tenderly. “I love you, and only you, until my dying breath.” His head tilts in curiosity as San opens his mouth to answer, but their quiet moment is interrupted by a knock on the door. Dark eyes turn from green ones as Yeosang speaks. “Come in.” It takes a moment before the door opens at a slow rate before bichromatic hair pokes into view, chocolate eyes sparkling. 

“Am I interrupting?” Wooyoung inquires, smiling at the two. It’s an out if either of the newly reunited couple wants it, an subtle offering should his friends want more time alone. He watches the two share a look before San is sitting up and Yeosang follows suit, the pair moving to the head of the bed to lean back on the pillows and give Wooyoung room. 

“Shouldn’t you be enjoying your party, Woo?” San inquires back, settling into Yeosang’s side. A happy chuckle escapes him as Wooyoung walks towards the bed, tossing Shiber up to Yeosang, who easily catches the plush and then moves San’s arm just enough off his chest to lay the animal beneath it. 

A little smirk is accompanied by a single raised shoulder and a slight noise of indifference. “Is it really a party if all of us aren’t there?” he teased back, sitting on the edge of the bed with one leg bent up and the other hanging off to have a foot on the floor. “You’re home, San. Our family is back together like it should be. That makes it all the more important for all eight of us to be present and enjoy the atmosphere.” His smile is wide and childlike, and it’s clearly contagious because when the pair of lovers slowly return the grin, he’s quite proud of himself. “Buuuut, I also know that you guys need some time alone to catch up and all that. I figured I’d sneak away long enough to let you guys know that when the guests leave for home, Hwa and Joong want the team to do something. Kind of like an after party for just us, be able to welcome you home fully, San.”

“That’s really not nec-” San begins to protest, but is cut short by a finger on his lips, his eyes moving to look at Yeosang, who has silenced him.

“San, if you think Joong of all people is going to let you argue, you’re mistaken.” the blonde counters gently, deep voice quiet as he watches San. “I’m not the only one who’s missed you being here, y’know.”

“Nope! Yeosang just gets you first, then we’ll get time together as a group.” Wooyoung nods, hair bouncing a little around his head as he slides from the bed to stand, hands clasping in front of him as he grins at his friends. “I’m gonna head back downstairs before people start bugging Joong about where I am. I’ll come get you guys when the party dies down and the guests start leaving, okay?” He went to turn around, but found himself stopped by a hand at his wrist. Looking back at the pair, he had just enough time to register that it was San who had stopped him before he was being pulled into a tight hug that he easily returned. 

“Thank you, Wooyoung.” The words are whispered, filled with emotion that San can’t put a name to because there’s so many of them, but he knows they are received regardless. “And congratulations.”

“San, you never - ever - have to thank me for anything. I’m just glad you’re home.” Wooyoung answers. “And thank you. I’m glad you were here to see the announcement.” When San releases him, he tilts his head to lay a kiss to the elder male’s cheek before leaning over to kiss Yeosang’s cheek as well; despite the blonde’s attempt to lean away in clear expectation of the antic. “I love you guys.”

“We love you, too, Woo.” Yeosang answers. There are few he ever shows affection with in public, but behind closed doors with the members of his team, his brothers, he’s comfortable to admit to his emotions more consistently. Particularly with Wooyoung’s prodding. When the youngest of the trio slipped back out the door and the mechanism clicked into place, he tugged gently at San’s arm, the younger man falling easily back into his arms. “I love you more, though.” he murmured. 

San presses closer to the older male, tucking his face into Yeosang’s neck to just breathe him in for a moment. “Remind me, anyway?'' His voice is almost silent, eyes closed as he welcomes the warmth of their bed, the quiet of the room and the steady rhythm of Yeosang’s pulse. 

“In what way, my Sannie?” Yeosang asks, long fingers sliding through dark hair in a petting fashion. 

“Nothing extreme, we do have a get together with the others at some point.” San answers softly. He groans a little when the contacts wiggle as he opens his eyes, blurring his vision. “Hold on.” He sits up, reaching up to pluck the contacts from his eyes and nonchalantly tosses them onto the nightstand by the bed. “Now that I can see properly.” He chuckled, blinking a few times to refocus his vision. Turning back, he was startled a little when he found one of Yeosang’s hands lifting to rest on his cheek. 

“There you are.” San isn’t sure if it’s meant to be a tease or not, there’s something intensely gentle and tender in the way Yeosang is looking at him. It’s like the blonde is finally looking at him despite the amount of time they’ve been together in the room. “There’s my Choi San, not the one they call Lucky Nero.”

It’s the second sentence that settles into San, a realization that the contacts were the last thing keeping him tied to the life he’d taken up. The piece of his costume that mercenary San had put in last before coming to the event. Taking them out was like the final string being cut. He was silent for a moment, staring back at Yeosang before suddenly he lurched forward, pressing his lips hard to his lover’s, holding himself up with one hand as the other rested against the side of Yeosang’s neck. He didn’t need sex, he just needed contact with the other man. As Yeosang’s hands found their way up his back, San pulled the two of them so that he was pinned beneath Yeosang, refusing to let the other go for a moment. “I just need this. Me and you, right here..” he whispers, smiling up at Yeosang as one hand moves to brush bangs back behind Yeosang’s ear. “Just kiss me, my prince. That’s all I need right now.”

Yeosang can’t help the way his lips curve up as he watches San below him, leaning down to firmly lay his lips against San’s. Lowering himself so he’s weight is on his forearms, he puts his focus on giving all the kisses that his lover asked for. He didn’t want to pull away, but when his lungs began burning, he had no choice, opting to catch his breath as he pressed open mouth kisses over San’s neck. “I love you so much,” he breathed, eyes closed as he took in the sound of San’s breathing. 

San’s hands roam anywhere they can, a soft chuckle escaping him as he tilts his head back to give Yeosang more access to his neck. “I love you, too, baby.” he replied, one hand moving to toy with the buttons of Yeosang’s shirt. “I thought you just wanted kisses?” Yeosang teased against the warmth of San’s pulse. “I stand by what I said.” San countered. “But I want to feel you. Not fabric, you.”

Yeosang pauses in nibbling at the juncture of San’s shoulder and neck, giving a soft chuckle. He knows he simply cannot deny San; they’ve gone through too much just to get to this moment. Both of them have had to fight to get back to each other, to find themselves back where everything is right again in their world. His eyes close as San’s hands find purchase on his skin, soaking in the feeling of his beloved’s touch before one of his arms is tucked behind San and he rolls them. “As long as I can touch you, too.” The words give pause to the younger man, but San stops the way his hands wander Yeosang’s chest to sit up and begin to unbutton his shirt slowly. It could be seen as a little bit of a show, but Yeosang knows it’s for both of their benefits. If either of them moves or slips too intensely into a movement, they won’t be making it to the afterparty. However, the moment he has access to the tanned skin beneath the fabric of San’s shirt, his own hands wander to caress over the feeling of toned muscle tenderly. He can’t help but smile as the quiet noise of appreciation San gives, dark eyes looking up. “You’re so beautiful, San.”

The words prompt San to tilt his head before leaning in to seal their lips together again. “You’re the beautiful one, precious. Everyone knows that.” he teases, the two men sharing a laugh in the air between them. There’s warmth against his cheek, and he leans into the touch of Yeosang’s hand, smiling. 

“I’m glad you’re home, Sannie.” Yeosang’s voice has dipped into little more than a whisper, his eyes drying over San’s face over and over, as if recommitting each detail to memory. He reaches to rest his lover’s forehead against his, eyes closing. “I’ve been utterly lost without you.” It’s an admission he’s kept secret, something he’s never said aloud, not even to their friends downstairs. It’s the words of his own private hell that he’s suffered for years. The words cause his voice to go weak, full with an expression too full of emotion he tries not to show. 

San tilts his head to close the distance between them again, gentle and sweet in the contact. “I’m right here, Yeosang. I’m not leaving you ever again. Neither of us have to feel lost anymore.” he promised, lifting his head so he can place another kiss to the blonde’s lips, content to do just for the rest of his life. A little squeak of surprise escapes him when Yeosang moves to sit up, breaking the kiss in the process. The two simply watch each other for a moment before San tilts his head curiously. “What is it?”

Yeosang doesn’t answer for a moment, one hand lifting to pet his fingers through dark tresses and gently scratch at San’s scalp, chuckling when San leaned into the touch. “Open the nightstand drawer.”

The words catch San off guard, evident in the way his head shakes a little and confusion contorts his features. “What?”

“The nightstand drawer, San.” Yeosang prompts again. “There’s a little black bag.”

San arches a brow, but adjusts to lean over and slide open the drawer of the cherry wood nightstand, rummaging through to find the bag in question. He isn't surprised at the small arsenal tucked into the drawer - they're both mafias princes after all. He remembers where each item originally was in his search, cataloging two different butterfly knives, two small caliber handguns, a .45 magnum and at least five switchblades of varying length. Hidden from direct view but readily accessible, because living in an estate didn't mean you were safe if someone truly wanted to cause you harm in their world. The bag sits just behind the barrel of the magnum, tied shut with a rose old ribbon. He smiles a little and holds the bag out for Yeosang to see, watching as the older man takes it in his hands to untie the ribbon, carefully unthreading it from the slots in the bag to pull out a midnight blue velvet box. San’s eyes move from the box to Yeosang’s face for a few moments. “Yeosang…” his voice is soft, eyes wide as they settle on the box and his fingers reach to brush over the velvet. The moment he touches the box, Yeosang flips the lid open, a beautiful band coming into view. It’s simple overall, a leaflike print engraved around the outside of the band, stars speckled periodically among the leaves. The tungsten gives a darker shade to the silver, nothing flashy or quick to notice. “It…it’s beautiful, Sangie.”

“It’s yours.” Yeosang replies, lips curved into a smile as his head tilts, reaching to gently pull the ring from its secure box and slipping it onto San’s finger. “It’s been waiting for you to come home.” His voice is thick, taking a breath before leaning to place a quick kiss on San’s lips. “For you to come back to me.”

“Coming home to you has always been my mission.” San replied, thumb brushing over the metal now settled on his finger. “Nothing else was ever more important than that. And calling you fiance is the ultimate dream come true.” 

“Soon enough it’ll be husband.” Yeosang corrected, setting the box aside to rest his hands at San’s waist, the two falling into quiet whispers and kisses as they enjoyed being back in each other’s arms. 

[7fortune-kitty7]

The Snow White Princess Is ✰ Translyrics

I could've posted at any time, but I got lazy. What a catchy song.

Feel free to use and edit (just credit me if you do)    

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Magic Mirror, Magic Mirror on the wall

Stop saying that I'm the fairest of them all

Do you know how many times

I get the side eye when it's not my fault?

-

Once upon a time a kind old lady

Brought me a fruit so red and shiny

-

She was so delighted when I took a bite

My sight blurred to white (ah)

A feeling I can't fight

A familiar fairy tale plays while I sleep

As time begins to freeze

-

Oh please I beg my dearest prince, wake me with true love's kiss

Release me from this sleep like death. 

That's my only wish.

The flavour of bitter spite was almost like it's from some fable or story

No matter how much I wait.  I still need somebody to rescue me

-

Magic Mirror, Magic Mirror on the wall

I never thought that tying up your tie

and giving you a little kiss on the cheek

Was what started that jealousy

-

So then seven little dwarves came to see

Me, but they didn't see me beg and plea

-

Silently, one wrapped his hands around my neck with a smile

I wish I could dry

The tears falling from my eyes

I'm begging, please, oh please, let me breath

As I black out back to my dream

-

Oh please I beg, my dearest prince, please save me before I fade away

I can't answer your whys, I've been asleep everyday

The bitter spite I receive is a lot stronger than the true love I need

Before I fade away, please somebody come and rescue me

-

The sound of my last

Sign of life had passed

-

Just like that princess who was tricked into eating a poisoned apple

I travel back to dreamland

-

Oh please I beg my dearest prince, wake me with true love's kis

Are you able to even hear my heart's only wish?

Up in the tallest tower in the highest room In a snow white casket That's where you'll find me (aaahh)

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Oh please I beg my dearest prince, wake me with true love's kiss Release me from this sleep like death. 

That's my only wish.

The flavour of bitter spite was almost like it's from some fable or story

No matter how much I wait. My prince is nowhere to be seen (aahhh) Please somebody save me

Before I fade completely

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Original Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aPb-MTcpNbE

[siren-serenity]

"mia princessa~"

characters: princess erica/ghost bride, melody striker, twst boys! warnings: fluff, romance a/n: - i just had to do something for melody striker! it's the ghost bride event in twst eng~

"There is no more hope..."

"We're done for!"

"Someone save me from marrying her!! Anyone!!!"

Princess Erica's delighted laughter echoes in the bridal hall. Her cerulean hands cup Idia's terrified face, murmuring soft reassurances that do not do anything to sooth Idia's pounding heart. If anything, his hair is flickering the shade of neon blue, borderline navy blue. His blue lips open and close but nothing comes out.

"Somebody do something!" He pleads to the amused looking students that look away from his desperate gaze.

"I do love weddings," Lilia grins. "It's been quite a while since I've been to one!"

"The suit and hairstyle does suit Idia," Vil mutters. "It's regrettable that he never dresses up."

Leona scoffs and rolls his eyes. "Please, we all know he's dying on the inside."

"I am!!" Idia screeches back in panic.

"Choose her, Princess Eliza!"

An oddly familiar figure steps out from behind the double doors, making the frozen boys' eyes widen. Teary-eyed guards look guiltily at the eyes of the royal ghosts.

"I'm so sorry, princess!" One wail. "But this prince, she is worthy!"

The other nods, blowing his nose noisily into a tissue. "She is everything you dream of! She is at least 180 centimeters tall, has healthy, lustrous skin, lidded eyes with a hint of dark mischievousness twinkling in them, a devastatingly charming smile, and bright, shimmering hair!"

"Impossible!" Puffy yells. He points accusingly at a smiling Melody. "You! Prove yourself."

Melody chuckles before stepping forth, showing her entire attire that is now showcased under the bright lights. Her hair, which used to be all black with her bangs messily dyed purple, is now completely lavender with neat black roses braided into the sides. She swapped out her purple headphones for a black necklace and wore silver earrings. She dons black slacks with a silky black dress shirt; over the dress shirt, she wore a black corset and an ashen grey dress coat over her clothes. An aura of mature elegance blossomed outwards and she captured everyone's attention immediately.

She knelt before a flustered Princess Eliza, clasping her hands to kiss her knuckles. She blushed as Melody presented a bright bouquet.

"Baby's breathes for everlasting love, orchids for elegance, tulips for true love, roses for love and passion," Melody crooned. Princess Eliza took them with shaky hands before smelling them; a lovely smile bloomed on her face to the boys' astonishment.

"B-but, you must pass all the tests!" The ghost bride spluttered and Melody nodded, an easy-going smile still on her face.

"For you? I'll fight anything and everything."

Princess Eliza's cerulean face turned bright red. One by one, Melody passed all the tests with practiced ease, making the boys gap.

"Who are you and what have you done with Melody?!" Sebek hollered.

"Sevens- how is she doing it?" Trey wondered aloud. Cater hummed in agreement.

"Come on, Melody! Charm her like the SSR card you are! K.O. her for me!" Idia whisper-shouted.

Melody got up from one knee to clasp the princess's hands. She quickly dipped her romantically and flower motifs blossomed around the devastatingly beautiful duo.

"Pick me," Melody's lips were centimeters from Princess Eliza's. Her warm breathes caressed her face, making red bloom on her cerulean face. "Love me for infinity."

"I do!" Princess Eliza squealed.

[pof203]

A Summoner Birthday

Previous post: https://pof203.tumblr.com/post/721534440738832384/a-summoner-birthday

Battle ahead.

Enemies:

Fire Wraith

Water Wraith

Wood Wraith

Light Wraith

Dark Wraith

???

???

Preselected Characters:

Lupin

Wakan Tanka∞

Kuniyoshi

Hogen

Jormungandr

Selected Support Character:

Ruler of the Kingdom of Script Jambavan

Story (Chapter 4 Part 2)

RRRROOOOAAAAAARRRRRRRR!!!

The Beast is a powerful adversary. Nothing you can do seems to be doing anything.

How do you beat this guy?

Hold on! I think I know what we're doing wrong.

You know something? Tell us.

Kuniyoshi: In the story, the girl found out something about the Beast... Who he truly is.

Kuniyoshi goes up to the Beast. The Beast looked like he was ready to attack... But Kuniyoshi embraced him which made him stop.

Kuniyoshi: Please stop attack. We're sorry we picked your rose. It was just so beautiful... Just like your soul.

The Beast: (surprised) You... You think my sould is beautiful?

Kuniyoshi: I know it's beautiful. I love it. We all love it. Please, don't let anger control you anymore. You're stronger than it.

The Beast: Am I? ... I do want to change. I've felt this loneliness for so long. It hurts me.

Kuniyoshi: You don't have to alone anymore. We're here now... I'm here... We'll be together... Prince Jambavan.

Then, to your surprise, Kuniyoshi... kisses the Beast. The Beast then had tears in his eyes, like something that was locked inside him for long has finally been freed. He smiles and kisses Kuniyoshi back. He ushers Kuniyoshi to move aside as the Beast opens himself up.

The Beast: (happy) Give me release.

Kuniyoshi: Do it, Lupin.

I'm on it... Role of the Wanderer. Rule of Rending. Engrave mine name onto thee...

Boundless Tail!!

With one swipe of your blade, you release Jambavan from his curse.

FLASH

I... I remember now! I was saving my work for med class on my account one the school website. Then, here I am... Kuniyoshi, why are we wearing the same clothes we wore in the dream world?

Yes, your clothes should have changed back to what they were before you came to this world.

Arachne's Voice: I think what you mean is "You're welcome."

Lupin: Arachne, this is your doing?

Arachne's Voice: After hearing about what happened with Tsukuyomi and all the things at the ball, I was really inspired. I also heard about what happened with Alp. So I stitched something up and with Kurogane's help... Voila!

Jambavan: Well that's nice and all, but why let me keep it now?

Arachne's Voice: I also know the story that you're all in.

Hogen: What happened?

Kuniyoshi: At the end of the story, the girl came to see that the Beast is a kind and gentle soul. In time, they fell in love with each other. And their revealed that the Beast... is actually a handsome prince.

Jambavan: Is that how you see me? As royalty? ... (smiling) Thank you. It's a wonderful gift... (embarrassed) Besides, it's probably for the best. Before I came here, I was waring nothing but a towel.

Kuniyoshi: (blushing) You were?

Jambavan: Yes. I took a shower before I started working on the computer.

Hogen: I have a question... How did the prince become a beast?

Arachne's Voice: Depends on who's telling the story. In more modern retellings, he was cursed by a beautiful enchantress in order to punish the prince for his selfishness.

Jambavan: But I'm not selfish.

Lupin: It's true. Jambavan may seem a bit shy, but he's one of the kindest and most caring person I know.

Alice's Voice: I can vouch for that.

Jambavan: (shocked) Don't tell me she's here, too!

Arachne's Voice: That's true. In some version, the prince was already a nice person and the one who cursed him was a...

*cackling*

Arachne's Voice: Well... A wicked witch.

Jormungandr: (shocked) Wicked witch?

Kurogane's Voice: I'm detecting one of the breakers in the castle. You better check it out.

Hogen: I guess we better.

Jambavan: Is... Is it alright if I come. I don't want to be left out here alone.

Lupin: Of course you can come. We're all in this together.

Wakan Tanka: My Lupin knows what he's talking about. You'll be in good hands.

Kuniyoshi: Just stay by me. You'll be fine.

Jambavan: Thanks.

And so, you go into the castle to find the breaker.

Hogen: I don't see any witch.

Kuniyoshi: Maybe she left. She is usually just mentioned or only appeared at the beginning of the story. It's not like she'll just...

A sudden explosion of smoke appears. When it clears up...

*cackling*

Kuniyoshi: (suprprised) Never mind. There she is.

Lupin: (nervous) Why did I have feeling it would be here.

Witch Christine: So, you broke my spell, have you? No matter. I can turn you all into something worse than a beast.

Jambavan: (nervous, but trying to be brave) You... You don't scare us. We're going to save everyone.

Jormungandr: That's right. We will get past you and find a way.

Witch Christine: (cackling again) How hilarious. You're going to get past me? We'll see about that.

Witch Christine wave her umbrella and sends a bolt of energy at you. Fortunately, you dodge it.

Hogen: This is crazy. That Entertainer was already powerful enough. How do we beat her?

...

Wakan Tanka: (serious) By being more powerful than her.

Hogen: (worried) You mean...

Wakan Tanka: I know I've been taking a lot of risks, but we have to do something to stop her.

Wakan Tanka turns to you... You can sense that he is right.

Lupin: Just be careful.

Wakan Tanka: (smiling) The game clock hasn't run out yet.

Wakan Tanka goes to the front of Witch Christine.

Witch Christine: (scoffing) I don't even have to waste any of my power on you. You're just failed Invader.

Wakan Tanka: I may have failed as an Invader... But as I lover and a friend...

FLASH

I am victorious.

Witch Christine tries to cast a spell on Wakan Tanka∞... But he deflects it with his buffalo skull.

Lupin: Let's get ready for this.

Finally, a chance to show my stuff!

I guess we're doing this. Let's get flapping!

Are you ready, Prince Jambavan?

Yes. Let's do it together!

The battle begins.

To be continued...