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coco-loco-nut · 5 months

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Guilty as Sin?

pairing: Oscar x Reader

summary: you can’t help but to long for the Australian boy you met

a/n: sorry it took a while, i was adding ✨plot✨ and did as much research I could (also a little secret is that i lowkey used my crush from when i was with my ex to fuel this)

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Being the younger twin sister of the heir apparent to the throne is stressful, but it has allowed you to do a lot of things, such as attending the Dutch Grand Prix. Obviously you were there to support Max and meet all the Athletes, but it’s where you met and befriended Oscar. The Australian was nice and didn’t treat you any different because of your status, not to mention he was cute.

Since then, there’s been a shift in your mood. You are bored more than ever, the guilded cage of the castle that contains you is no longer fine. You text Oscar about it, requesting a song recommendation to change things up, he sends you a song that you haven’t heard in a while. It makes you want to cry, the idea of being stuck here forever until your sister marries and has children. For now you are stuck in the castle, pining over a guy who only knows you via texts.

Lately your dreams have been of cracking the locks that keep you in. When you escape you’d go on adventures with Oscar, crashing into him like the ocean waves crash onto rocks. Each dream leaves you longing for him more and more.

You can’t tell if he is just being cordial and politely responding, or if he is interested and flirting. Every time you flirt, things seem to get cold after. He’s a paradox over text, leaving you wondering if you are mad for thinking there was a chance.

You turn to your older sister for advice, telling her about what he does to you in your dreams. Secret trysts in the hedge maze, messy kisses, hands roaming each other’s skin. You keep recalling things you never did, as if he’s written mine on your upper thigh. You’d die happy if it were real.

“You know, there’s no such thing as bad thoughts, only your actions talk. I’ll talk to Papa about maybe going to Spain for a race in couple months,” Amalia says, invested in how this will play out.

You go on a few dates with various wealthy and noble guys your age, trying to distract yourself from the longings locked inside a vault deep inside you. Every date leaves you unsatisfied, counting down the days until you are in Spain. The fatal fantasies visit you in your dreams every night, leaving you feel like you’ve made a vow to Oscar that you are supposed to uphold somehow, despite knowing it’s all make believe.

You and Amalia fly out to Spain without the rest of your family, spending the week with the Spanish royal family. You are friends with the princesses and their cousins so it is a great distraction.

“Y/n, who is your favorite driver?” Leonor and Sophia ask as you lay on the floor of Leonor’s room together.

“Oscar,” Amalia answers for you as your cheeks flame. “She’s always texting him,”

“Amalia,” you groan, hiding your face with your hands.

“We are definitely stopping by the McLaren garage then,” Sophia grins, nudging you. Their cousins Irene, Miguel, Pablo, and Victoria arrive tomorrow morning to complete your group that is attending the Grand Prix. You had a crush on Miguel growing up, but it quickly passed once you turned 15.

“Girls, it’s time for Amalia and Y/n to return to their hotel, and the four of you have to be up early for tomorrow,” Queen Letizia says, opening the door slightly.

“Alright, we will see you tomorrow for breakfast and the driver reception,” Leonor sighs as the four of you stand up.

“Thank you for having us,” Amalia thanks the queen as you leave.

“You are always welcome, we will see you girls tomorrow,” she smiles, making sure her assistant gets you to the chauffeured car safely. The trip from Palauet Albéniz to your hotel is relatively short, one you didn’t realize was housing multiple drivers. You don’t notice Oscar as you walk into the hotel, a small security escort around you, but he notices you. He’s tempted to text you and ask why you are here, but Lando distracts him, giving him his room key and number.

Your room is plush, but lonely. You stare at your texts with Oscar, tempted to let him know you are in Spain, but something stops you. The morning is busy, your alarm waking you up early to shower and dress. You choose something simple but beautiful for the day. Your light blue dress lays nicely on you with matching heels, and your hair is styled neatly, a headband in place of a tiara. Your visit isn’t a state visit, so it is nice to have flexibility in your attire. A knock on your door tells you that Amalia is waiting outside for you.

Once again, you don’t notice Oscar as you leave, your eyes looking ahead, surrounded by the security detail.

“Your girlfriend is here,” Lando teases Oscar, noticing who he was looking at.

“She’s a princess, I would never be able to date her. She flirts over text, but I don’t want to hurt her,” Oscar sighs, watching you get into a car and leave.

“I think you already have,” Lando says, letting Oscar think.

You arrive to the palace, eager to see your friends again. Breakfast is wonderful, and afterwards you all go outside to the gardens to catch up. Despite only seeing each other every few years, your group chat is alive and well.

“Go talk to Miguel, he’s been eyeing you since breakfast,” Sophia tells you, you look over to her cousin. He has aged well since you last saw him. “Ask him about school, oceanography,” she nudges you in his direction.

“Oceanography? How’s that?” you slide up beside Miguel, deciding it’s a good idea to try and move on again. You listen enthusiastically as he talks about his studies and living in London.

“What are you studying?” he returns your question.

“History with minors in French and German. Nothing terribly exciting,” you say, a slight blush appearing on your face as he focuses on you. The two of you unconsciously separate from the group, caught up in conversation. Victoria and Irene grab the two of you, informing you that it is time to go back inside for the drivers welcome and lunch. Miguel’s hand rests lightly on the small of your back as you walk up the stairs.

“We will wait for you at lunch,” Pablo says to Leonor and Sophia, the six of you ready to find something to do as the drivers arrive from their hotels.

“No, join us. Mama and Papa would want you there,” Leonor says so you follow her in. The six of you stand a few behind the four royals, following royal protocol in that regard. You are chatting with Irene and Miguel quietly when the drivers walk in.

“Accompany me to the Opera tonight,” Miguel says quickly, you nod and blush a little before turning you attention to the drivers, eyes instantly meeting Oscar’s, your blush deepens a little before you put on your royal mask. It doesn’t matter if your date with Miguel goes well or not, deep down you know that you’d drop him for Oscar immediately if asked. One by one, the drivers are introduced before you are allowed to mingle before lunch.

“Your Royal Highnesses,” Max bows before you and Amalia as the two of you approach him.

“Max, it’s wonderful to see you again. Please don’t bow, you only need to in formal situations,” you smile, greeting the champion.

“Yes, no need to bow when we aren’t here formally visiting. We will be cheering for you this weekend,” Amalia says and you notice Oscar standing nearby.

“Excuse me,” you excuse yourself from the conversation, Max takes no offense as he sees you beeline to the Australian, Amalia continues her conversation with Max. It would be a bad look for the heir apparent to brush off her own countryman.

“Y/n! What are you doing here?” Oscar asks happily, unsure if he can hug his friend, acting like he didn’t know she was here.

“Surprise visit. I didn’t want to wait until the Dutch Grand Prix to see my friend again, and I wanted to visit my friends. My sisters and I are close with the princesses and their cousins, but Amalia and I were the only ones who flew out since we like the sport. Sorry, I’m rambling,” you laugh nervously.

“That’s okay, it’s cute,” Oscar says with a cute smile, not quite realizing what he was saying.

“Thanks, that means a lot coming from you,” you can’t openly flirt with the Australian here, but you do your best.

“I’m sorry, Lando is beckoning me to him, visit me in the McLaren garage, yeah?” Oscar asks.

“I’d love to,” you smile, watching him go to his teammate. You rejoin your sister and Max, effortlessly sliding into the conversation. You can tell Leonor had a hand in the lunch seating because she placed you between Oscar and Max, Amalia was on the other side of max. Carlos and Fernando were sat near the King and Queen.

“Y/n, how does this work? I’ve never been to a royal meal before,” Oscar discreetly asks you.

“Follow the pattern for who to speak to, It will be dictated by the king, for everything else just follow my lead. King Felipe is a slower eater so you should have time to finish your meal, and this is more laid back than a state dinner. If I were wearing a tiara, you’d be in trouble,” you joke, Oscar seems relieved at your explanation. You turn to Max first, discussing the race and things he misses about the Netherlands. Once the meal is served, you turn to Oscar.

“This is a lot less stressful than what I imagined,” Oscar smiles, having trusted your quick overview of what to do, one he just shared with Lando.

“Not every meal is full of such protocol, usually just for guests and important meals. You should’ve told me you’d be here, I could’ve answered your questions. I only thought that Carlos and Fernando would be here,” you admit and he shrugs, balancing his talking and eating.

“I don’t know why I didn’t think of it. Sometimes I forget you are third in line to the throne,” you scrunch you nose, cringing a little.

“Don’t remind me,” you laugh a bit so he knows you are joking. “Where are they housing you?” you ask, taking a bite of food.

“The Hotel Arts,” Oscar says, ready to act surprised when you say where you are staying.

“Ah, Mr Fancy Pants. Living it up like royalty, I see,” you smirk, glancing around the table to make sure you are eating at the right pace.

“I take it you are staying there as well then,” Oscar says, taking the hint.

“Yes, we should get breakfast one morning before you go to the track,” you suggest, a little hope in your heart.

“I’d really like that,” Oscar thinks back on Lando’s words, deciding to take the risk. He’s worried about your life as a princess more than anything that will happen to him if he were to date you.

“Maybe not tomorrow though, I am going to the Opera tonight so I will be nursing a wine hangover,” you appreciate the light and easy conversation you are able to have with Oscar.

“Sounds like a deal, we can play it by ear,” Oscar smiles. The two of you turn your attention to your meals. The rest of the day passes quickly, the drivers having left after the lunch.

You and Amalia go back to the hotel to get ready for the opera. You just finished putting your heels on and securing your tiara when there is a knock on the door.

“Oscar?” you say confused at the Australian standing outside your door.

“I brought wine, figured you’d want to get the party started early. You look stunning, by the way,” He says, inviting himself into the small living room space.

“I thought drivers don’t drink before race weekends,” you smile, carefully sitting beside him.

“One glass won’t hurt,” he pours two glasses, carefully handing you one. It’s a cheaper wine, likely bought from across the street rather than from the bar downstairs.

“I’d also take shots, but wine is nice. Thanks, Osc,” you sip the white wine. Oscar chose a safer choice than a red. You have time before heading down with Amalia where one of the cars will pick you up.

“So why the tiara?”

“The opera is considered a white or black tie event, I don’t remember which it is. Plus, I agreed to go as Miguel’s date so I have to look perfect or else the media will slaughter me,” you sigh, taking a large sip of the wine.

“Oh, that sucks,” Oscar digests the last bit of information.

“He’s a great guy, but I think he’s more of a friend. I have my eye on someone else anyway,” you add on, quickly glancing at Oscar who regains his hope, noticing your glance.

“Any guy would be lucky to have you,” Oscar says as Amalia enters the room.

“Hello, Oscar. Y/n, we have to go, they are close,” she says, the two of you finish your wine.

“Thanks for the glass of wine, good luck tomorrow if I don’t see you,” you press a gentle kiss to his cheek, following Amalia out the door. You trust Oscar to leave once he cleans up the wine.

The opera is nice, and the next two days are fun as you spend time in the paddock. You wake up early to join Oscar for breakfast on the race day.

“Orange? For me?” Oscar grins after you order. You are wearing an orange blouse with white pants and heels. Since it isn’t the Dutch Grand Prix, you have a small pin with a bull and the number one on it attached to your blouse.

“For Max, but also for you,” you smile back.

“It’s actually papaya, I can get McLaren to gift you some stuff,” he says, leaning back in his chair a bit.

“That’s okay, I have enough Red Bull team wear in my closet. I wouldn’t even be allowed in McLaren clothing unless there was a better reason other than being friends with the driver, unfortunately Max takes precedence there. Also, I have money to buy McLaren merch, they are better off gifting merch to other fans,” you say, sipping your water.

“So what can I do to get you to openly support me?” he asks, knowing one of the answers.

“Well, if you get a podium at Zandvoort I can hand you your trophy,” you tell him and he nods.

“I can do that, maybe I will beat Max,”

“Yeah, don’t do that,” your laugh is music to him. The two of you finish your breakfast, both having obligations to attend to. You and Amalia arrive to the paddock together, only joining the Spanish royals for the actual race.

“Welcome to Red Bull, Your Royal Highnesses,” a hospitality employee greets you as you enter the garage.

“Hello, Max,” Amalia greets the driver with a smile.

“Good morning, Your Royal Highnesses. Welcome to our garage,” Max smiles, a girl and a woman with him.

“Maxie, are they real life princesses?” the little girl asks. She pulls at your heartstrings, your royal foundation works with young girls.

“We are, what is your name?” You kneel down as she looks at you with wide eyes, curtsying.

“Penelope,”

“Hi Penelope, my name is Y/n. You curtsied beautifully, but there is no need to curtsy to a friend,” you tell her, glancing up at Max and the woman who you assume is her mother.

“This is Kelly, my girlfriend, and her daughter, Penelope,” Max introduces them to you.

“Would you like a picture, Penelope?” Amalia asks, the little girl nods.

“That’s my big sister, she’s going to be a queen one day,” you tell Penelope as if it’s a secret.

“Can I, Mommy? I want Maxie in it too,” Penelope asks, when Kelly agrees, you carefully pick up Penelope. Both Red Bull and Kelly take photos. You chat with the group until you realize there isn’t too long until you will have to join the royal family, so you excuse yourself to walk a few garages down.

“Can I help you?” someone in papaya stops you from going too close.

“Yes, I’m here to visit my friend, Oscar,” you start, looking into the garage.

“Y/n! You made it,” Oscar wraps an arm around your shoulder, guiding you inside.

“I don’t believe we’ve met, Princess. My name is Lando Norris of the United Kingdom,” Oscar’s teammate extends his hand, you find the childish antic amusing. You give him your hand, he bows slightly, lightly kissing the back of your hand.

“The pleasure is mine, Mr. Norris,” you giggle, feeding into the antics. Oscar went from worried to amused in those thirty seconds.

“Alright, she’s my friend, not yours. Find your own princess to hog,” Oscar pulls you away, his smile betraying his annoyed tone. You get some silly pictures together, and he puts his helmet on you before one photo.

“I could totally drive one of these,” you say, lying to see his reaction.

“When we get to the Netherlands, I’m racing you in karts and taking you on a hot lap then,” Oscar laughs as your eyes widen.

“Bring it on,” you don’t back down. Oscar could kiss you right now, but he never did ask about how your date to the opera went, so he doesn’t.

“Oscar, I’d like my sister to be returned, please,” Amalia says, walking over to the two of you.

“Oscar, I found my princess!” Lando grins, Amalia’s confused reaction causes you to snort and Oscar to laugh.

“She’s off limits to you, Lando. You aren’t king material,” you tell him, gently patting his shoulder.

“But Oscar is prince material?” Lando asks. Amalia drags you out of the garage before either of you can reply.

The race is exciting and you watch eagerly.

“Who is your favorite driver?” Pablo asks, watching from beside you.

“Politically, Max. Personally, Oscar Piastri, he’s a close friend,” you say, watching the track as Oscar passes, fighting for P3.

“It’s a shame my brother and you aren’t a match,” he says, referring to the Opera.

“We are better off as friends, something we realized quickly. Once we realized that we weren’t teenagers anymore, the Opera got much better,” you chuckle.

You are aware of the cameras watching your box as the race ends. You and Amalia celebrate carefully, not doing much other than clap and excitedly talk to each other. The podium ended with Carlos winning, Max in P2, and Oscar in P3. Max dropped in the last couple laps, his tires degrading too early.

That night you show up to the club with Irene and Victoria, being the only girls who could go out and not be yelled at. Your black party dress doesn’t leave much to the imagination, but your coat doesn’t let photographers know as you step into the club with them. After checking your coat, you head to the bar where you notice drivers taking shots.

“This round on me,” you tell Irene and Victoria. You order your round and a vodka Red Bull for after the shots.

“Princess! Oscar, your princess is here!” Lando slurs, calling over a slightly less drunk Oscar.

“You look incredible,” his smile causes you to blush. You notice Max and Carlos observing the interaction.

“Shots for the podium! And ladies, and I guess Lando,” you declare, ordering seven shots. You all take them and you are feeling a lot braver at flirting with Oscar.

“What are you drinking?” Oscar asks, standing close to you, his breath warm on your ear.

“Vodka Red Bull,” you tell him, sipping the drink.

“Hey Max, your princess really is your fan. She’s drinking a vodka Red Bull,” Oscar tells the Dutchman.

“It’s a good choice,” Max smiles, unsure how he feels about partying with the third in line to his home country. Carlos, however, has no problems, talking to Irene and Victoria.

“Dance with me,” you tell Oscar as you finish your drink, he follows you onto the dance floor, bodies close. His hands stay on your hips, holding you close but trying to stay respectful. A couple songs later you kiss him, and his hands wrap around you, pulling you into him.

Soon after, you are getting your coat and heading back to your hotel, pulling him into your room. Scenes from nights you’ve spent together flash through your mind, ones where he has you screaming his name, building up like waves and crashing over and over again. His hands roam your skin, bedsheets ablaze, maybe you can be guilty as sin this time.

You wake up in his embrace, his soft snores tell you he’s still asleep. You think about your options. After this weekend, you’ll face criticism anyway, why not go after someone you’ve been pining after. The public will always have opinions about who you date, but the way it feels when Oscar holds you is so right. The only way they will be happy is if you never date or marry until you’re thirty. They don’t know how keeping the crush to yourself haunted you every night, and how he is stunningly perfect.

“What’s going through that pretty mind of yours?” Oscar asks sleepily, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I choose you and me, no matter what the public says,” you whisper, looking in his half awake eyes.

“Finally. I choose us too,” he smiles, pulling you into his chest.

“I still can’t openly support you as opposed to Max,” you smile, Oscar’s eyes open again.

“I will propose right now,” he says, quite seriously. You giggle, running your hand up his chest.

“Don’t, that’s a whole process and a lot of conversations that I don’t feel like going through yet,” you say, feeling Oscar’s chest vibrate as he hums in agreement. He looked up what would happen if he were to marry you one night while texting you. He’d have to become a naturalized citizen, your parents would announce the engagement, then the parliament would have to approve the marriage in order for you to stay a member of the royal household.

Oscar gets up half an hour later, needing to board a plane to Austria with the team. As he waits to taxi, he sends you the link to a song, the same one he sent a couple months ago. The past twenty four hours have been better than any dream. Are you allowed to cry happy tears?

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babyjakes · 9 months

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did something bad.

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompts | interrogation + weapon play

pairing | soft!daddy!lloyd hansen x little!reader

warnings | ddlg dynamic. lloyd is soft and a little dark; dub-con to be safe (reader is scared but knows she's safe.) restraints. reader gets fucked with lloyd's unloaded gun as a punishment (+ me knowing nothing about guns.) crying kink. dumbification. mocking/degredation. name-calling (reader is called a slut once.) orgasm delay. softer nicer lloyd at the end. reader gets to come.

word count | 1,333

an | this one's dedicated to the sweetest, most wonderful angel in the whole entire world, lloyd's precious girl amalia @stargirlfics 💕🫶✨ hope you like this little story with a soft dark-ish lloyd, i think you replied to that one post a while back where i dreamt of lloyd + gun fucking with a rather unhinged ending, this is to hopefully make up for that!! happy holidays to you sweet friend, hope you're staying safe and warm!

Writhing as your back arched up off of the smooth wooden surface you were bound to, your weak whimpers were sweet music to your daddy's ears. The mustached man stood just off to the side of the desk, finishing up as he wiped the shiny barrel of his favorite revolver clean. "D-Daddy, please! I'm sorry- I'll never do it again," you implored, but Lloyd only chuckled cruelly at your desperate promises, shaking his head.

"Too late, princess. You know Daddy loves to hear you beg, but none of those pretty pleas are gonna work for you this time." He stepped forward to stand at your side, a firm hand reaching down to grope at your tit. It had been a while since he had last stripped you naked and tied you down on his desk; hoping to prolong your anxious waiting, he took a moment to admire his knotwork work. "So cute when you're all tied up like this, kitten. Maybe you need to break the big rules more often."

You struggled uselessly as your nipple was twisted and tugged at, tears stinging in your eyes as your daddy leaned down slightly to croon at you, "Poor baby, look at those big, frightened eyes. You gonna cry for me already, sweetheart? I haven't even started yet." Placing the dreaded weapon he was wielding down near your waist, he used his now free hand to trail down, feeling at your parted slit gently. "Oh my," his voice dropped lower as his fingers were quickly covered in your sticky slick, "looks like someone's getting excited. Is that out of fear, little one? Or is that poor little baby brain of yours getting turned on by Daddy punishing you like this?"

Hot tears of humiliation rolled down your cheeks as you glared up at the towering man. "Aww, don't go all pouty on me," he laughed lightly at the precious face you were making. "If you're good and tell me what I want to know, I promise I'll make sure you like this."

All you could do was watch with frightened eyes as the tall man got to prepping his instrument of choice for your punishment. Retrieving a small bottle of lube from one of his desk drawers, he coated the barrel of the handgun generously, making sure the long pipe of metal would slide in without issue. While the use of the device was meant to teach you a lesson, its goal was to deal you an emotional punishment, not a physical one. The gun was unloaded in front of you beforehand, and the sights were removed to prevent any catching or discomfort. More than anything, it was merely the concept of being fucked with the gun that you found so horrific.

"You're gonna look so pretty all stretched out on this," Lloyd marveled as he held up the weapon to show you before bringing it down to press its opening up against yours. The man grinned in delight as you kicked and fought helplessly against the ropes holding your legs apart, savoring the way your little voice sounded when you were all needy and scared like this.

"Please, p-please Daddy!" you cried, your tears worsening as you felt the cool metal gliding up inside you. Squeezing your eyes shut, you gave in and quit squirming as the revolver was inserted to its handle, twisting and turning cruelly within you as your daddy took his time and played.

"There," he hummed in satisfaction when he finally settled on a position, keeping the hilt sticking upward as he gently began pumping the slippery barrel in and out of your poor little pussy. It was nothing short of sinful, the way you immediately began moaning softly, the queasy fear in your tummy quickly shifting to unapologetic lust as your hips started bucking up to meet your daddy's efforts.

"Such a greedy little slut," Lloyd chuckled as he watched you ramming yourself right up onto the dripping weapon. "Look at you, getting so horny for Daddy's gun. That's it, princess. Keep fucking yourself on it, just like that." He helped you along by returning his free hand to your hardened nipples, pinching and pulling at the poor knots of flesh as burning tingles fanned out across your entire body.

"Daddy, D-Daddy-" you mumbled weakly, your eyes half-closed in bliss as the smooth tip of the revolver bumped right up against your tender ceiling. "Please, d-don't stop... gonna, g-gonna..." Maybe it was the sheer depravity of the situation, or maybe it was Lloyd's skillful fingers working your oversensitive nipples, but something was helping you along to a rather early high as you lay there panting on the desk. Seeing the way your body was starting to give its usual signs of approaching orgasm, your daddy slowed the pace of the gun inside you as he brought his other hand up to cup your cheek.

"Now baby," he tsked, rubbing his thumb tenderly over your tear-stained cheek as you looked up at him with wide, pleading eyes.

"Daddy, p-please! Need, n-need-... nnn..."

"Shhhh," Lloyd cooed, bringing his thumb to rest firmly over your salty lips as a signal to be quiet and listen. "Daddy knows, kitten. Know how bad you need to come," he nodded understandingly, the concern and mock sympathy on his face only causing your tears to worsen, as you knew the ways of his cruel acts and games. "But you're forgetting something, sweet girl- something very important. Remember that Daddy had a question for you?" Sobbing lightly against your daddy's thumb, you nodded weakly. "That's right, baby. Daddy needs to know what you were doing in the armory, right? Because weren't you found in there by one of his guards, up way past your bedtime?"

He let you nod, giving you a soft hum of approval as the gun was pumped at a torturously slow pace, in and out of your quivering cunt. "Now I'm gonna take my hand away, and I want you to answer. Do you understand, little one?"

Batting your eyelashes, you nodded as obediently as you could, earning a slight nod from the man as he did as he promised and released your face, allowing your lips to finally open. "W-was lookin' for a knife, Daddy. One of those shiny ones, with the fancy blades."

Lloyd considered your answer, quirking an eyebrow as he bumped his pace up with the revolver just a hair. "A knife? Now what on earth would you need a knife for, my little princess? Those are very dangerous; you know Daddy doesn't let you touch knives, not even the ones in the kitchen."

"Just wanted to play with one," you mumbled honestly, fearing how lame your answer might come across. "Saw a super spy on TV, she had a cool-lookin' one. Wanted to dress up and play around the castle." Lloyd couldn't help but melt a bit at your answer. Of all the things he thought you might be doing in there, finding a prop for a play-pretend game certainly made sense for your harmless, innocent nature.

"A super spy, huh?" he nodded, finally working back up to his original speed as he resumed fucking you generously with the weapon in his hand. "I see. Thank you for telling me the truth, sweetheart. No big girl knives for you, but we can find you a fake one to play with. Deal?"

"D-deal," your voice was shaky as your punishment seemed to come to its close. You had been so good, taken everything without too much of a struggle, and now it was time for your daddy to reward you. "D-Daddy," you hiccuped as the pressure in your tummy began quickly building up again, but Lloyd was already one step ahead of you.

"Go ahead, princess. You can come; you earned it," he cooed lovingly as he leaned down to kiss your forehead, cradling the back of your neck with his free hand as you finally found your release.

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geekgirles · 7 months

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I'm rewatching the episodes in French and Dathura hasn't made a reappearance has she? She just up and vanished.

Sorry to keep you waiting. First I had to take some screenshots and then my laptop's battery was always on the verge of giving out, so I couldn't just sit down and answer sooner.

But honestly, yeah! I actually wanted to point that out too!

Compared to the rest of the Brotherhood of the Forgotten, Dathura's disappearance is just plain weird. I watched an interview where Tot revealed that, unlike what the Kickstarter trailer might suggest, the demigods wouldn't really play a major role in season 4. And honestly, that's fair. Given the show is about the Brotherhood or the Tofu and, more importantly, they had just learned their purpose in life ended up being their being manipulated by a megalomaniac with daddy issues, realistically, I wouldn't want to have anything to do with action for a while either.

There's of course the fact that each of them asked to be sent to completely different locations and had very different goals. For example, Coqueline, Kali, and Sipho just wanted to pick up the pieces of what Oropo and especially Echo started and live as a family. And despite both of them ending up in Bonta, Ush wanted nothing to do with Black Bump.

Which makes Dathura's disappearance from the main plot all that weirder. Because she is about the only demigoddes who has any business participating in the main plot by virtue of her actually being there.

Seriously, once again, the Sadida Kingdom is at the very centre of everything. They're the Nécromes main, or at least first, target. And yet, there is no sign of Dathura helping out as the powerful demigoddess she is despite her accepting Amalia's invitation to live in the kingdom and even going as far as remaining by her side the entirety of the third episode.

She was never even introduced to Armand and Aurora despite both of them being there when Amalia returned with her. Made all the more jarring by the fact that she remained by the princess' side even as she mourned her father's death and the next day (?) she just...vanishes with no explanation?

Seriously, out of all of the members of the Forgotten, the two with the most reason to have a bigger role in season 4 are Dathura and Ush. The former because she is supposed to be living there at the time of the Nécromes' attack, and the latter because he was the one who informed Joris of what was going on.

In Ush's case I can understand he decides to stay on the sidelines since he isn't exactly a hero, he mostly just does his own thing. But Dathura's disappearance can be very jarring.

What, did she awkwardly leave Amalia to mourn her father while she went to check in on Ogrest?

Oh, well. The season's been great so far and I don't really have any trouble with this. It's just weird, it's all.

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nayelixz · 6 months

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A Mediocre Date?

After the marriage between Yugo and Amalia, of course they’d want to spend all their time together, though this desire is almost unattainable, due to the amount of work and pick up needed after the Necromes had attacked the World of Twelve. But tonight, Yugo has set up something that he hopes that’ll relieve Amalia from her stress.

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“Oh Sadida, Yugo! You cannot believe how tired I am! I’m almost drained from helping out almost half of the kingdom.”

“Well I hope you’re not too drained, because I have a surprise for you!”

Amalia raises her head off the bed, wondering what surprise her husband has in store.

“But first! You gotta close your eyes.”

“Are you being serious? If I close my eyes I’m falling asleep.”

“Come on Ami, just close your eyes. It’ll be worth it.”

“Alright, but you better lead me there quick or bonne nuit!” (little french joke there… IM ONLY IN UNIT 4 ON DUOLINGO BEFORE YOU SAY ITS NOT FUNNY 😭)

“Oh, It won’t take long, we’ll be there before you can say tofu.”

“To-“

In the blink of an eye, they were there.

“Alright you can open them in.. 3… 2… 1… okay, now!”

As the princess opened her eyes she saw the most beautiful sight she’s ever seen, even more beautiful than the sunsets she watches everyday. They were nearby a waterfall hidden within the Sadida forest and flowers that were shaped into a heart shape, white, yellow, and pink flowers as fireflies filled the air. It was quiet, and quiet was perfect.

“Wow.. Yugo this is.. very childish but surprisingly romantic.”

“Thank- Wait, how is this childish?!”

“Well the flowers in a heart shape? Not saying it isn’t cute because trust me it’s adorable, but it reminds me of something a teen would do!”

“Oh..”

The eliatrope looked slightly upset, he didn’t know that this wouldn’t be enough.

“But, this, it’s beautiful. The waterfall, the fireflies, and the flowers, they’re all beautiful.”

While saying this, Amalia pecks Yugo on the cheek. Making his frown fade away, and turn into a soft smile.

“That’s not all, I got more for tongiht.”

“Really? What is it?”

As soon as Amalia said that, the eliatrope has grabbed her by her waist and pulled her in, to where their bodies are touching, as Yugo leans in and kisses her on the lips. The passionate kiss between the two lasts almost forever, until Amalia pulls away, gasping for air. Seeing the is makes Yugo chuckle, even though he has no place to laugh, his wings are stimming like crazy.

“You need air?”

“Well if I knew that this kiss would last that long I would’ve made sure to take a moment to gather myself! Plus, you can’t be talking, I know you’re way much more happier about this than me.”

“How do you know?”

She points at his hat, his wings still going crazy as ever, making him a little embarrassed himself.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to hide the fact that you loved it.”

“Would I be wrong to say I did?”

“No, I think the only reason you liked it that much is because it’s me!”

He rolled his eyes playfully, of course he’d enjoy it that much, it’s his wife! He hasn’t been apart of any other relationships since. Amalia is his first.

“Yeah, come with me..”

Yugo had grabbed the princess’s hand and had created a portal to the INSIDE OF THE WATERFALL?

“W-Wait YUGO IM NOT-“

Before she could finish her sentence, they were there, BOTH soaked in water, but behind the waterfall looked like a secret hangout, there was two porch swings, one covered in green and white flowers, white cushioning with a beautiful white fluffy pillow, and the other one with black cushioning, with a blue pillow, it seemed less decorated than the other swing, but it still seemed comfortable. There was flowers on the top sides of the roof of the cave-like rock shelter and a little wooden coffee table with the little wooden figures of the gang, Dally, Eva, Yugo Amalia, and of course, Ruel.

“YUGO! Come on! I told you I wasn’t ready to enter the waterfall!”

“Oops.. sorry”

The princess started pouting, after a hardworking day, she didn’t want to get SOAKED by a waterfall. She just wanted to lay down and relax. But then she looked around and saw the hangout area, once again, not over the top but, peaceful.

“Sorry, I- Amalia…”

“Yugo, I know, you tried and thank you for that, but what is this supposed to be?”

“I just wanted to show you this hangout I made for the two of us, just us two, and nobody else.”

“Nobody else?”

“Nobody.”

Hearing this, the princess got a little bit shy.. *He wanted to be alone with me?*

“Now whenever we are doing all that paperwork, we can do it together in the same area, where it’s quiet, and where nobody can find us.”

“Oh Yugo… I really don’t deserve you. You’re an amazing guy and you’re just too good for me!”

“Well I can say the same for you to Amalia.”

“You’re such a dork! A very caring dork..”

The two settled down in the blue and black swing, with Yugo laying in Amalia’s lap as she rubbed his head.

“I love you Amalia.”

“I love you to Yugo.”

((this is my first time writing a kinda fanfic, but yeah i hoped you enjoyed it!))

I JUST NOTICED I PUT PRINCESS THAN QUEEN IM SORRY IGNORE THAT 😭

#yumalia #wakfu s4 #wakfu #wakfu yugo #wakfu amalia #yugo #amalia sheran sharm

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Requested by anon

(ugh... I absolutely HATE when the draft doesn't save... It frickin' posts instead... OWJEEHDHJWDJJSHS)

Amalia x gn reader- pampered like royalty (sfw)

Reader is gender neutral and referred to as y/n

They forget to take proper care of themselves, so Amalia invited them over for some self care and pampered them! 💚

Amalia cared deeply for y/n... She loved them... Dearly... So it absolutely ticked her off when she found y/n looked fatigued, like they hadn't eaten all day... And they looked dehydrated... And sleepy... And they stank a bit too...

Amalia grabbed their hands. "Y/n! Have you actually taken care of yourself today!?" She shouted, concerned about their health.

"uh... Oh crud... Hehe...sorry... I kinda... Forgot..?" They responded nervously.

Amalia starts pulling them towards the palace, saying that she was gonna help them.

..........

They arrived at her room, specifically her bathroom, and she draws a bubble bath, making sure y/n liked the temp of the water. "Alright, I'm gonna go talk to the chef and get them to make ur favorite food, I'm also gonna get ur favorite cold drink, ok? Now, you need a bath, I'll go, you take your bath, got it?" She informed y/n.

Y/n murmured an I understand and she left. They took their clothes off, and stepped into the bath, laying in it, realizing how much they needed it, and it had bubbles too! They relaxed in the water, and after a bit, they hear Amalia knocking on the door.

"y/n, I have your drink, and I'll wash your hair before you really relax, ok?" She didn't give them any time to argue, as she opens the door, putting the drink on the sink.

They hurried and covered themselves, face red. "A-Amalia... Couldn't you wait?" Y/n pleaded.

"No, silly, you were probably gonna doze off..." She said, motioning for them to sit up.

They sat up against the wall of the bathtub, back to Amalia, and making sure their stuff was covered. Amalia started washing their hair, first soaking it with water, then putting shampoo in their hair, kneading it into their scalp, relaxing them further, making them forget they were flustered just a bit ago.

"you know, shampoo should only be used on your scalp, as it's used to clean the grease and oil and such..." She drones on about the importance of taking good care of your hair, and how to do so.

Y/n completely tuned out, just listening to her voice, not the words. They snapped back to reality, as Amalia was rinsing their hair. "You ok, y/n?" She asked, concerned at the sudden jolt from them.

"o-oh... Yah... I just zoned out for a bit..." They responded, not wanting her to know how soothing her fingers were on their scalp.

"ok... If you say so..." She said, sceptical.

The princess continued rinsing the soap out of their hair. After that, she put conditioner on her hands and applied it to the ends of y/n's hair, telling her why she did.

After that, Amalia stood up, wiping her hands off with a towel, and said, "I'll be back soon to wash the conditioner out of your hair, you wash your body, y/n,"

They nodded, and the sadida walked out, closing the door behind her. They grabbed some body soap and a rag, and started washing themselves.

..........

About ten minutes later, Amalia knocked on the door. "You finished washing your body, y/n?" She asked.

"yah, I'm all done, you can come in," y/n responded, blushing slightly.

Amalia came in and shut the door behind her. She put fresh, comfy-looking clothes on the sink, then started washing their hair out, afterwards giving them the drink. "There you go, drink it, I'll get you once the food is done," she stated, starting to walk out.

"w-wait... Actually... Could you massage my scalp? Like when you were putting the shampoo in my hair?" Y/n asked, face red with embarrassment, taking a drink.

Amalia pretended to be more grumpy than she was and huffed, "fine... But you should know, I'm the princess of the Sadida kingdom and..." She blabbed on and on, walking over and massaging their scalp like earlier.

They relaxed, zoning out again and drinking the drink. After a bit, Amalia stops, and she smiles gently at how relaxed y/n seemed.

..........

After a while, the drink is finished and one of the staff knocked on the door, saying the meal for y/n was ready. Amalia told them to put the meal on her table and she walked out to take care of it, telling y/n to get out of the bath and to put on the clothes she brought in.

They got out of the bath and dried off, putting the clothes on. They walked out of the bathroom, and Amalia sat them on her bed, giving her the plate/bowl of food and some utensils.

Y/n dug into the food, finishing it before long. "That was delicious!" They exclaimed, stuffed.

Amalia smiled softly at their contentness, "I'm glad you thought so... Maybe you'll remember to eat more often... Now come here," she said, sitting criss- crossed on the edge of her bed, pointing to the pillow on the ground in front of her.

Y/n sat there, and Amalia started brushing their damp hair. They thought it was soothing, and they enjoyed it when Amalia did this for them.

Soon, she finished and told y/n to get on the bed, patting the spot in front of her and turning her direction, sitting on her knees. They sit there, and are surprised when Amalia puts their head onto her lap, massaging it.

They smile gently at her, "thank you, Amalia..." They said, yawning.

"you're welcome, y/n... Now, go to sleep," she responded gently.

They don't argue and fall asleep pretty quickly, swearing that they felt her kiss their forehead just before they fell asleep.

The End💚

(MAN I wish she did this to meeee... I'm so sick of being SINGLE T-T)

#amalia sheran sharm #wakfu amalia #amalia x reader #gn reader #wakfu #plant princess

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creatingblackcharacters · 23 days

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(sorry if this sends twice, tumblr is acting weird to me)

As soon as I saw your post about our favourite Black characters, I knew I had to send her!

This is Princess Amalia Sheram Sharm, (or just Amalia) from the french Wakfu animated series. (Being fair, Wakfu is part of a bigger franchise with a lot of different media but she debuts in the show). The free hair design is her appearance in the first two seasons, where she's around 13 years old, and the ponytail one is from seasons 3 and 4 (early 20s). Amalia is the princess of the Sadida Kingdom, mostly inhabited by the Sadida, one of the World of Twelve's classes. The franchise started with a mmorpg, so Sadida were the sort of druids, less on the offensive side, more on the spellcasting one. They control plantlife and are attuned with them. Most Sadida, as far as I am aware of, are Black-coded: some examples I can think of is Amalia's brother having locs, the Sadida God drawing inspiration from African masks (if he's based off a specific culture, that I don't know) and one of their trademark spells: Invoking Vodou-like dolls that act like minions… With this being said, as a disclaimer, I do feel the Sadida do feature stereotypes or iffy choices in their characterizations. Vodou is a closed practice in real life so I don't know how to feel about the dolls, as iconic to Sadida as they are. Some Sadida are depicted as lazy, loving sleep, and/or have designs teetering in stereotypes (not the only class with the latter trait, but still). I am nonblack and haven't found a lot of discussion about their characterization, so I'm afraid I definitely lack an in-depth look into it, but felt that talking about the Sadida class without acknowledging problematic aspects was an incomplete look to it. Anyway, while Amalia is royalty, it's her aforementioned big brother who's expected to take the throne, so at first she stays inside the kingdom. But her curiosity for adventuring makes her and her bodyguard encounter the protagonist, effectively joining his party as main characters, as they attempt to defeat season 1's villain, who long story short needs to sap life force (Wakfu) for his goal, with nature and especially the Sadida Kingdom and their Tree of Life being in danger, this being an important point in the season. Amalia's character is super interesting to me, since she starts the show as a flawed, sheltered, spoiled 13 year old princess. She has her wrong, unpleasant moments sometimes, sure, but isn't portrayed as evil, rather as a kid who has to unlearn AND learn a lot of things and given grace. And of course, we do actually mostly see Amalia's better traits: She's cheerful, adventurous, a funny snooty princess character. She LOVES her friends, and her family (and they love and care for her a lot too!!), even if with the latter there's usually some layer of conflict due to her being expected to be a typical princess, plus her family sadly having experienced tragedy before (which sadly continues as the show goes on but that's spoilers :´) ), still dealing with the aftermath and grief in a way that, I feel, is very earnest and touching.

(this got long so I'll continue in a different ask)

Lmao this is a lot. But I do appreciate your love for her! I do love when child characters, especially Black children, are allowed to be flawed yet grow.

#september challenge #post your favorite black characters!#creatingblackcharacters #black characters

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isleoflocwilles · 2 months

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Amalia Price (Reporter): "This is Amalia Price and I leave you with- Huh?" *the directors whispered something* "Uh... Apparently, there's uhm an important announcement from Calford House— the residence of Prince Kane, the Queen's only brother."

BREAKING NEWS!

Allyson Locwilles (daughter of Prince Kane): "It breaks my heart to deliver more sad news to the people of Locwilles. I have personally contacted the media to cover this announcement. My aunt, the Queen, is still mourning the loss of her uncle, while the whole kingdom is still celebrating the introduction of my niece."

"I don't want to burden them with the news that my father, Prince Kane, suffered a heart attack last night and passed away this morning. Although it is a difficult time, I find solace in the belief that he is now reunited with my late mother. They may not have been able to promise eternity here on Earth, but I hope they will find it in the afterlife. People of Locwilles, I ask for your prayers as this is greatly helpful for me and the family I have left."

Meanwhile...

disflash_locwilles Princess Nathalia, daughter of the Prince of Locwilles, caught hanging out and laughing with friends after the announcement of her granduncle's death. Is this how a princess should behave after a heartbreaking announcement?

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lalable84 y'all stop stalking the princess! fishska00 uhm... the news just aired. the princess might not have heard of it yet greatpretender she's the royal family's downfall jitterysjhjk she's an illegitimate daughter! she got no breeding.

At the Palace

Helena: "Where were you?"

Nathalia: "I was with my friends, Mamita..."

Helena: "You are going to k*ll me with stress! Who the hell gave you permission to go out? You just got mobbed at your school!"

Nathalia: "I'm sorry, Mamita." Helena: "I've had enough of your apologies. Go, change. WEAR BLACK. We're going to Calford House." Nathalia: "Why?" Helena: "You have your phone. Look it up."

THE ARRIVAL OF THE ROYAL FAMILY

Amalia Price: "Princess Nathalia, who was seen attending a social gathering with her friends, arrived with her brothers. However, the Prince and Princess of Lucsiana arrived at Calford House separately. This raises the question of whether there may be a discord between the royal couple."

"The Duchess of Xethena and her family hugged Lady Allyson."

"The Duke of Lurrisia is closest to Lady Allyson. She burst into tears as she welcomed Prince Faris and his family."

Amalia Price: "The Isle Broadcasting Channel sends their deepest condolences to the Royal Family. May His Royal Highness rest in peace. Again, this is Amalia Price. Good night."

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princesscatherinemiddleton · 10 months

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2024 ROYAL PREDICTIONS

I am greatly lowering my expectations for this year...

- King Charles and Queen Camilla undertake a tour of Australia, New Zealand, Tonga and Samoa, alongside attending the 2024 CHOGM

- The Prince and Princess of Wales go on one joint tour

- The Prince and Princess of Wales go on one solo working visit each

- The 2024 Earthshot Prize ceremony is hosted in Africa

- Peter Phillips gets engaged and married

- One of the York girls announces another pregnancy

- There is an Edinburgh PR push

- A monarch dies

- A Norwegian royal death (sorry!)

- Princess Martha Louise's wedding is the highlight of the year

- Princess Ingrid Alexandra takes on her first patronages

- Baby Luxembourg is a girl

- Prince Sebastien of Luxembourg announces an engagement

- Princess Elisabeth of Belgium takes on her first patronages

- Mary and Frederik do something to celebrate their 20th wedding anniversary

- There is a Greek/Danish party for Princess Benedikte's 80th birthday

- Princess Madeleine and her family return to Sweden

- Princess Sofia of Sweden announces a pregnancy

- Crown Princess Amalia and Princess Alexia have a joint engagement

- A Jordanian Princess has a baby

- We see lots of royals at the Summer Olympics

#mine #yearreview #royal predictions

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tiaramania · 5 months

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Any tiara predictions for all the upcoming state banquets? Hoping for Queen Fabiola’s Spanish Wedding Gift Tiara on Queen Mathilde🤞🏼🤞🏼🤞🏼

@potofhoneypieceofstardust asked: Hello! Do you have any tiara predictions/wishlists for the upcoming state banquets?

Sorry, this is cutting it close!

Luxembourg to Belgium

Like you I really want to see Queen Fabiola's Spanish Wedding Gift Tiara. I would prefer the wreath version with aquamarines but I will take any proof that the tiara still exists and belongs to the royal family. Realistically, Queen Mathilde will probably wear the full version of the Nine Provinces Tiara.

I want Princess Astrid to wear the Savoy-Aosta Tiara because every time she wear's Queen Elisabeth's Diamond Bandeau Tiara I lose a little hope that it will remain in the main line of the family.

I'm sure Grand Duchess Maria Teresa will wear the Belgian Scroll Tiara because that's the only tiara she wears anymore and it has the Belgium connection.

Spain to the Netherlands

I want Queen Letizia to wear Queen Ena's Diamond & Pearl Tiara because she doesn't wear it enough but she will probably wear the Fleur de Lys.

I always love Queen Maxima in Queen Emma's Sapphire Tiara so I will choose that.

For Princess Catharina Amalia I'm going with Queen Juliana's Aquamarine Tiara because I'm a little surprised she hasn't worn it yet given how fond she seems of aquamarines.

I hope we get good photos of Queen Beatrix and Princess Margriet because the focus will surely be on Amalia. For Beatrix I'm going with the Laurel Wreath Tiara and for Margriet the Sapphire Necklace Tiara.

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friends-to-lovers-tournament · 1 year

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FRIENDS TO LOVERS TOURNAMENT BRACKET

thank you all for your patience! here's our updated bracket:

(the typed-out list of match-ups can be found under the cut)

sorry if your ship didn't make it in btw. we made our selections based on number of submissions + strength of propaganda and these were the ones that made the cut

a reminder of the rules because we want this tournament to be a fun & safe space for everyone:

be respectful to the other voters and to us mods. supporting your fave(s) is encouraged, but we will NOT tolerate any hate towards other ships. anything from "wreck those twinks" to slurs and hate speech will get you blocked IMMEDIATELY, no questions asked or chances given. if you have nothing nice to say to/about your opponent then literally don't say anything at all; just vote and scream for your blorbos then MOVE ON. there are better things to do than being toxic about some pixels online.

a ship being canon does not make it "superior" and a ship not being canon does not make it "inferior". comments like "XX ship is canon therefore it's better than YY ship" will also get you blocked immediately. we let headcannoned ships in so more people can indulge in silly blorbo fun, don't ruin it.

propaganda is encouraged! preferably do it in the text of a reblog of the relevant poll, but sending it via an ask is also an option

-mod deli 🎀

4. also propaganda in the form of fanart, fics, and memes are also encouraged! (just specifying this to make it clear)

-mod soba 🍜

SIDE A

Amalia/MC (It Lives Within) vs Keanyx (Boy Girlfriend)

Tasutsumu (A3!) vs Zenyuki (Snow White with the Red Hair)

Makoharu (Free!) vs Soma (Soul Eater)

Rahulanjali (Kuch Kuch Hota Hai) vs Dexer (Jackson's Diary)

Eulamber (Genshin Impact) vs Polyneed (Project Sekai)

Darlapple (Ever After High) vs Joon Hyung/Bok Joo (Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bok Joo)

Sasuke/Mai (Ikemen Sengoku) vs Fuyupoly (A3!)

Aviskull (Coroika Splatoon) vs Sourin (Free!)

Iruclarazz (Welcome to Demon School! Iruma-kun) vs Sunnflower (Omori)

Sidyonk (Legend of Zelda TOTK) vs Rex/Nia/Pyra/Mythra (Xenoblade Chronicles 2 and 3)

Adrienette (Miraculous Ladybug) vs Sorikai (Kingdom Hearts)

Narlie (Heartstopper) vs Courfius (Les Miserables)

Junnana (Revue Starlight) vs Alanna/George (Song of the Lioness)

Walter/Millie (Free Guy) vs Kuroken (Haikyuu!!)

Soriku (Kingdom Hearts) vs Scarlet/Chase/Brook (I'm the Grim Reaper)

Adrigaminette (Miraculous Ladybug) vs Tigatron/Airazor (Transformers: Beast Wars)

SIDE B

Chrobin (Fire Emblem Series) vs KohaAi (Ensemble Stars)

Seeley/Temperance (Bones) vs Kidkiller (One Piece)

Boyf Riends (Be More Chill the Musical) vs Avocados at Law (Daredevil)

Patcap (BBC Ghosts) vs Tankana (Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba)

Buddie (9-1-1) vs Kenhina (Haikyuu!!)

Renga (Sk8 the Infinity) vs Fitzsimmons (Agents of SHIELD)

Danny/Sam (Danny Phantom) vs Huntlow (The Owl House)

Aridante (Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe) vs Ikesoren (Fire Emblem Series)

Karmisa (Assassination Classroom) vs Gwiles (Spiderverse)

Catradora (She-Ra and the Princesses of Power) vs Bumbleby (RWBY)

Olivia/Victoria (Rainbow High) vs Tododeku (Boku No Hero Academia)

Zosan (One Piece) vs Byler (Stranger Things)

Hidekane (Tokyo Ghoul) vs Mawee (Drawn to Life)

Knighthouse (Emma by Jane Austen) vs Percabeth (Riordanverse)

Kirk/Spock (Star Trek) vs Ellemmett (Legally Blonde the Musical)

Jiglup (Lupin the Third) vs Raeda (The Owl House)

#friends to lovers tournament #mod deli 🎀#tournaments #mod soba 🍜

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nastya-sokolova-2002 · 10 months

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Full name: Willow Levek (maiden name Franks) I'm sorry.

Date of birth: January 6, 1895

Character: kind, cheerful, caring woman, has memory problems

Loves: her family, her former love, dancing, cooking, being beautiful when they tell the truth, pink color

Dislikes: the father of her former love, when they lie, when her grandson gets into trouble

Russian voice acting: Olga Zubkova

English voice acting: Candy Milo

First appearance in Fanon: The fifth chapter in the fanfiction "SCP Foundation: The Last Pages of History" (as a story)

Last appearance in Fanon: Currently unknown

Story: Willow was born in the Island of Unwanted Mice and grew up with her parents named Wally and Amalia. In Fanon, she is Billie's great-grandmother. In her youth, she fell in love with Prince Archie (who is currently the former king since he has an heir to the throne). When she was having a disco with him at the castle, Archie's father, Alfonso, unexpectedly came. Alfonso was not very pleased and chased her out of the palace. A few days later, she fell in love with another male named Fred, married him and had two children with him named Faina and Bahram. When her children were young, her husband was carried away by the North Wind. Then, when her daughter married Linus, Bahram began to live alone and work as a banker, and Faina gave birth to two children with her husband, Willow was very happy for her children. But when Orm was born and the North Wind took Faina away, her son-in-law asked her to take care of Orm, she did not mind and promised him what he promised her. Willow, when Orm began to grow up, gradually began to have memory problems (perhaps from old age, despite the fact that she looks like a young one). During Orm's childhood, she taught him everything she knew, accompanied him to school, met him after lessons and always gave him parental warmth. When the grandson grew up, one day it got cold in the Island of unnecessary Mice, it can even be said that eternal winter is almost all over the world. Almost all the inhabitants of this island began to fight snow monsters, but Willow was at home while her grandson was at war. Many days later, when the eternal winter ended, everything was as before in the Island of Unnecessary Mice and even her grandson started working as a miner. One day she reminded him not to forget to buy her tickets for the concert at the palace, which she had dreamed of for so long. But one evening, when her grandson returned with his work problem, she remembered that she needed to go to a concert soon, but her grandson lied to her that she was last day, since he knew her memory problems. And he even lied to her that they would soon be living in the palace when she noticed that her grandson had forgotten to pay for the house again. Later, when she was in the kitchen, she noticed that some of the dishes were missing. She went to her grandson's room and saw that Orm was already in armor, which was made just from her dishes. She told him that she needed to cook, and he told her that he needed to win the princess's heart. And he took off. A little later, Orm came to his grandmother and informed her that they would now live in the palace. When she arrived at the palace, Willow met her old friend Archie and she told him that they had not seen each other for a long time. But suddenly the North Wind came again and took away Archie's granddaughter, Princess Maribel. When Orm and the rest of the mice began to go to rescue the princess, Willow was waiting for her grandson right next to the palace. When Princess Maribel was saved, she also found out that Orm, when he tried to win the princess's heart and save her, had been lying all this time, but...Archie still rewarded him for defeating himself and appointed him a royal knight with real gold armor. Willow was very happy for her grandson. A little later, she was glad again when she found out that Sheila had married a mouse and had a child with him. One day she told Orm to marry some mouse too and make a descendant. But Orm said that he couldn't yet, but that in the end he later married a mouse and had a baby with his beloved. Willow was a very happy great-grandmother, but she died of old age when Orme's daughter was young. After her funeral, her son Bahram lives in her house instead as an inheritance. And Bahram's house, where Faina's brother lived when his mother was alive, was sold to one resident.

Interesting facts: her Russian and English voice acting and part of her life are a reference and a parody of the character Grandma Rose from the cartoon "The Snow Queen 2: Magic of the mirror". Unlike the original, after her grandson defeated himself, she just continued to live happily ever after, and her original "prototype" married the king.

#scp containment breach #scp fanart #scp fandom #scp foundation #pinky and the brain #patb au #patb oc #scp 035 willow #scp information #interesting facts about scp in my au

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