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hungeringheart · 1 year

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May I please request a session analysis of a Page of Void (D), Mage of Time (D), Sylph of Space (P), Rogue of Breath (P)?

They're all humans, but the Page of Void and Rogue of Breath are in their late teens where as the Syplh of Space and Mage of Time are in their early teens!! Thank you :)

Hello there! First of all, let me begin as always by saying thank you for writing. I appreciate the opportunity to shed some light on some things and make you happy! When people send me thank-you asks or like or reblog my posts for them and tag them with keysmashes, it really makes me feel useful and interesting. I hope I repay that adequately every time!

Second, on the infinitesimal chance you also celebrate, chag Sukkos sameach and moadim l'simcha! Any delays aren't so much personal as they're rooted in me being really busy with the Rosh Hashana - Yom Kippur - Sukkos - Simchas Torah holiday season. :3

(Usually I draft and queue posts to make sure there's still something to post when I can't compose, but this year a lot was happening.)

Third, if you celebrate anything in this season otherwise, happy holiday of your people, or if there is nothing such recently, happy October!

And now, as is tradition at this point, on to business.

Dramatis Personae

Page of Void

Mage of Time

Sylph of Space

Rogue of Breath

Lay of the Land

Anon, in light of the way you presented this bunch, this is a lovely lineup. We have potential for a really sweet story!

In the usual vein of my analyses my immediate judgment is that several things are true in your world and these kids' lives at the outset.

Concerning the older two

Let's take Breath, for example -- freedom, agency, importance, room for exploration and development, opportunity to be animated about things -- is in short supply, possibly accessible only by the Rogue (the oldest child?). I think we can safely interpret this in a straightforward sociological way: the kids live in a modern and strongly surveilled world where they don't have a lot of choices or any sense of importance or progress. Maybe your Rogue is the first one to learn to drive? In a country where you need to do that to get anywhere and live a full life, a car is a potently symbolic thing.

Void, also -- in that it has a Page, we can make the judgment that this Page in particular has some trouble allowing secrets to exist, handling ambiguity, and understanding complicated, mysterious adult concepts. Void itself is also difficult to apprehend here, strongly about mystery and the fear of futility.

The Page's class marks them as a bit immature, and also as somehow subservient to greater manifestations of the aspect, vulnerable to it. Void players also seem to have a canon predisposition to lose themselves in something, often relationships (Equius to Nepeta and to the Alternian social order, Horuss to Rufioh) or escapist fixations (Roxy's alcoholism, Horuss' quixotic belief that he's actually a horse). In my Prince of Void's case the something is religion; a friend's Mage of Void obsesses over scientific study of the Furthest Ring.

We can actually give this Page a journey similar to canon's Horuss, who was a canon Page of Void, but as he's ... Horuss, why don't we do... not that?

Alcohol is a good angle -- but any substance will do. Everyone is a bit wayward here, but this character -- and their aspect -- sits in an especially difficult balance; everyone has a slightly woowoo stoner friend or at least classmate that adults are sure is going nowhere fast. If they succeed at realizing themself, they'll learn a lot about things they used to not understand, and about things they should let be as they are. If they fail... well, there's always Roxy's pre-scratch fate. And Roxy had money. That's no guarantee for this one.

Also, of course, a page is something of a baby lawyer, or a baby knight -- why would the Void need such a person if there were no external, concerning danger?

Concerning the others,

A Sylph of Space implies that Space -- potential, creativity, literal space, metaphorical living-room -- needs recontextualization, restructuring and healing, but we have the information that this character is 13-15. So what might that look like?

We'll get more into this later, but I think that at the outset it probably means everyone is a bit burnt out from the demands of that stage of life bearing down on them. The older friends in this group are facing burnout from pressures that are radiating onto the younger ones, the younger ones feel stifled maybe -- and to top it off, the Sylph (or the Mage) is probably moving, or known to be moving at the end of summer, or some other terribly final and painful thing for a kid of thirteen at the earliest. Their desire to mend the rift caused by all this is probably the catalyst for the gang's playing of the game.

The young Mage of Time, of course, needs to learn about time -- cycles, endings, passage, death, tradition, rhythm, order. In a happy timeline where normal things happen, they might do this via a poignantly timed human or animal death in the family, or via a friend or themself moving. At worst -- at very worst -- they might be ill themselves, and worried they won't get to live the life they wanted.

Instead (or maybe in addition), of course, they get to learn about Time through the horrible conflict of being isekaid into a hungry dimension of self creation wearing the appearance of a game as one might wear a stranger's skin for some nefarious purpose, in which even if they Do know about these things, none of their beloved, specific, cultural learning about time and rhythm matters, because how do you compute the lunar date in imaginationspace, and how do you celebrate anything unmoored from time and the flow of life where you belong?

Hooray! Torment and existentialism for all the little children!

And of course, in that this is the case, I expect time is opaque to the other players too -- shortly we will see just how.

A Narrative Possibility

The strong impression I have is that this is a story about a pair of older friends who have to let their underclassmen or siblings tag along on their hijinks. One of them is a free spirit in the type of way that's maybe even healthy and whimsical, and one not so much, with more misery to smoke about -- but they're tight, anyhow, because they look after their younger friends or siblings in common. In my culture this is a very normal arrangement, and I certainly still have and keep in touch with what you might call my kouhais, even if I don't really interact as much with the other older kids in the group. Maybe it's so for these guys! Or maybe not quite...

But anyway, the older kids here are both struggling in their own way, they just conspire to hide it from the young ones. The Void Page is on the cusp of what could be a seriously destructive spiral (were they rejected everywhere they applied? is money suddenly tight?), and the Rogue of Breath desperately wants to help, but can't -- and then there are still the kids, who have to believe there are dreams ahead, or what's the point?

Both older kids seem to have shelved both their family traditions and their personal ambitions (forgot about Time, surrendered Space) in order to keep up a brave front and the appearance that the world can be fun and easy and nice.

But, well...

Maurice Sendak has a quote (from a talk with Shel Silverstein) in which he confesses that as a young kid he spent a lot of time and mental energy on making sure the adults never knew that he knew how things were, playing up the image of his childhood. This is a universal childhood experience where children are expected to be innocent -- remember? Do you remember it?

The kids here definitely know already -- the older teens have no idea, but they do.

Something happens to cause the Mage to learn that soon either they or the Sylph will move (or worse), and the Page and Rogue are off to college soon anyhow (the factual details of where the older kids are off to have been kept from the younger ones) -- so the Sylph takes it upon themself to beg to play this new game together, as a kind of desperate last hurrah they hope will lead to the others at least writing, if not rekindling their old, inspiring passions.

Once they're in and the gravitas sets in, I think the old dynamic is both revitalized (no sane person who fancied themself an adult could want to endanger children, even annoying ones that made it so you couldn't see films for grownups) and challenged (in that the most powerful and "relevant", telegraphed and signposted aspects are given to the kids, and the older teens have less protagonisty but more thoughtful assignments).

It's also affirmed -- the older kids probably do not feel they have any time or space to take a breath or contemplate the void, under the circumstances.

I think the older kids might want to meddle or perfectionize a bit too much -- the Rogue of Breath does after all have a predisposition to steal and arbitrarily reassign narrative importance, and the Page of Void in part has to learn to face it when they should leave well enough alone -- and that will be your main conflict. A type of strife between children who haven't quite learned yet that it's possible to lose the fight to define yourself against societal forces that want to define you, and borderline young adults who are struggling actively with that.

I should emphasize that I think they all love each other more than anything -- but, like all kids, they're in different places about how to show that.

Not much scary outside threat -- the game here is safe and winnable (except for him, but deal with him as you like), but the story is about growing up at different paces, a fundamentally intimate exploration of friendship and siblinghood and how hard it is to be a teenager all the way through.

If anything, I think the most obvious and important narrative roles for the older kids might somehow inhere to their quests, but also touch some danger in or to the Ring -- as a symbol for their sense that this is really about the kids, but as an enactment of the fact that it's just as much about them, too, and that the mystery of entering into adulthood is still important even if there are younger kids entering adolescence to worry about. And, of course, an affirmation that love is real and blood (covenantal or as it were uterine) is thicker than water...

But, of course, as usual, mileage varies. Preferences, among other things, differ, as we all know.

If you get around to making this a fanventure, no matter if you end up discarding this outline or not, I'd love to know about it and see it! I'm a sucker for these types of grounded family stories, and I really think these little guys have really strong potential. {:

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valentine-writes · 2 years

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Hello hello!!! I heard you were taking request so...

May I please have some HCs about how GR Freddy and the rest of the gang would be as S/Os? 👉👈

i could use a love of some kind

↳ ft. the glamrocks + sun/sunnydrop, and moon/moondrop

「 gn! reader, romantic relationship <3 」

author's note: the song iz just.... so sweet ^_^ i thought it would b nice 2 listen 2 while writing this, so i added it so u can listen while u read!!!! if u wanna!!!!! ty anon 4 tha fun req, and i apologize 4 not writing it sooner luv <3 also he/it moondrop my fav ever.....

GLAMROCK CHICA headcanons:

▸ she's your best friend before anything else. the minute she met you, she couldn't help but get attached

▸ ultra energetic whenever you're with her. your presence really refreshes her. can't help but be buzzed with energy when she's with you

▸ chica is beyond sappy. you two are an adorable duo, it's undeniable- but man do roxy and monty tease you so much. this does Not Stop chica at all

▸ enjoys being physically close. you don't even have to be actually touching- even like. sitting near her makes her happy

▸ adores you. chica is the best hype girl ever and will b ur cheerleader when u need it!!! gives you that extra bit of motivation when you need it.

▸ she may not be all that threatening, which is expected, since she's sweet as sugar and incredibly friendly- but swears she would throw hands for you.

▸ likes receiving gifts! even if it's something small and simple like a trinket, giving her something tells her you were thinking of her. small gestures like that mean the world to her

more hcs under the cut !!

GLAMROCK FREDDY headcanons:

▸ in my head, the healthiest relationships you could have are with chica and freddy. i think it's mainly because these two aren't so emotionally constipated- for lack of better term (´꒳｀;)

▸ so completely genuine and honest. willing to communicate when there's something wrong and is very gentle w/ u

▸ that being said, maybe he's just a little. tiny bit. protective. not incredibly or overwhelmingly, but definitely needs to know that you're doing well for his peace of mind.

▸ pays attention to you. remembers the little things you tell him about yourself. he especially likes hearing about what type of music you enjoy! if there's anyone who knows your music taste as well as you- it's him

▸ likes dancing with you!!! idk why i just feel like this is a thing. if you insist you can't dance- he'll try to teach you!!!! (he wants 2 spend more time with you so badly (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ) freddy's rly trying <;/3)

▸ incredibly patient with you. if you're in emotional distress of some sort, always willing to comfort you first.

▸ secretly gets very nervous around you. he has this natural ability to have good conversational skills, doesn't have trouble getting along with others, and is generally likeable- he doubts ALL OF THAT around you. just a little. he seems to falter or get flustered very easily. freddy gets a little shy around u aw ^_^

ROXANNE WOLF headcanons:

▸ her insecurities can sometimes turn into jealousy- roxy just needs that extra bit of reassurance when it happens, she just wants to be good enough for you </3

▸ it's a little hard for her to let her pride down and actually express her emotions for you. her "i love you"s are often in the form of gestures and not verbal

▸ only ever really shows her soft side to you. it takes some time but she really does seem to melt around you. she's scared of being overly vulnerable with you- but give her time and you'll be the first person she opens up to when she needs some comfort

▸ WOOO SCARY ROBOT WOLF GF PRIVILEGES!!! if you ever feel in danger or uncomfortable in a situation, roxy 2 tha rescue!!!!! :] if someone's messing with you, they're gonna have to deal with her.

▸ she just thinks you're the cutest thing to ever be on the face of planet earth. likes watching your face light up when you tell her about things that you're passionate about- even likes how expressive you get when talking about things you despise. a good listener when you need one.

▸ compliments. so many. just casually. she wants to appreciate you like you appreciate her. she's a little bad at giving them at the start but give it time. they're from a place of sincerity.

▸ misses you very easily when you're not around. you could be gone for a day and the next time she sees you, she'll act like you've been away for decades.

MONTGOMERY GATOR headcanons:

▸ ough boy i write for this silly guy so so much. i am runnin outta monty juice but oh babey!!!! u two are just tha perf pair

▸ actually starting the relationship was the hardest part..... he's kind of emotionally guarded. slowly but surely he learns that he can trust you

▸ it might not be easy at the start- like, actually trying to get to know him. he's got some issues with anger and is very short tempered. little things throughout the day irritate him so much and he takes his anger out by thrashing his room and on people who don't deserve it.

▸ if he ever gets mean to you becuz of this anger tho?? oh man. he'll struggle through a million apologies just to make you feel better again. he wants to be nice 2 u, really. he's not bad. just a little troubled :(

▸ once he trusts you, you're one of the only people he's really soft for. you really just melt him into a sappy puddle. but also. still wants 2 b cool in ur eyes. so tries to hide it. (it does not work!!!!! he cannot hide how much he adores u)

▸ you get a million names and are always called them. like. always. so much so that like the entire pizzaplex probably thinks ur lil nickname from him is ur legal name. he likes recieving sweet little nicknames too :] however. he loves to hear your voice saying his name most.

▸ bonus: when talkin abt when u first saw each other, he's all like "it was love at first sight ;]" and ur like "...u looked like u wanted 2 kill me the first time we met." he recalls being absolutely head over heels. you recall how he stared intensely as you walked past, wondering what you had done to make him glare daggers ur way. (he remembers that heart eyes were practically forming under his shades. perhaps thats for him 2 know.)

SUNDROP headcanons:

▸ ok so he's fully and completely in love. his words, not mine. probably because that was one of the first things he said when meeting you. kidding! i think. but it's certainly no secret sunny liked you the minute you met. and how couldn't he?

▸ he tried so hard just to be friends with you. drew you a million drawings of you and him holding hands just to get the message across. guess it worked eventually!! and better than he thought it would <3

▸he puts so much effort into the relationship you two have- he secretly fears being replaced for someone better but shh its not the main reason he does all this- because he's never had this type of thing with anyone. he make sures to cherish you and give you all the attention and care you need. you will never go neglected by sun.

▸ you will however, have to be there for him too. he can get a little erratic and he needs someone to get him to calm down. offering him some patience and time is really all he asks for when he's being a little much.

▸ physically affectionate!!! so much!!!! he's not very shy about wanting a hug 24/7 or holding your hand- but if you aren't a very touchy person, he understands!! looming over your shoulder like a terrifying shadow works for him too. he just wants u there with him.

▸ knows every little detail about your likes and dislikes! keeps a list probably. just like. a t-chart with one side that says "good! fun!" and the other that says "ick! not enjoyed >:[ !!" stuff like favorite colour, genres of music you listen to, movies you love are there, yeah- but there's also like. specifics. incredibly niche details about yourself you've mentioned once or twice which he will keep and remember! the list was just for sun to keep track of what could be good conversation starters to talk to you when you two first met aw

▸ can get a little protective. again, he's a bit worried he's too much for you, or that you'll find someone better. he doesn't get jealous in a possessive sense but he def needs a bit of reassurance. he'd hate to be something replacable in your eyes. this is the first time someone has cared for him like this- losing you would hurt more than anything in the world.

MOONDROP headcanons:

▸ BASTARD WHO STICKS HIS COLD METAL HANDS ON THE BACK OF UR NECK. it's his way of showing affection. or bothering u. same thing when it comes to moon /hj

▸ i don't know how you managed. but hey congrats. you're stuck with it now! and moon fully intends to let you know that. clingy, yes- but not in the way sunny is. ok. kind of like how sun is. but more of the "looming-over-your-shoulder-like-a-terrifying-shadow" sense rather than the cuddles and handholding.

▸yes, when the lights are out, he will be following you around. he likes being in your presence. he doesn't undestand what draws him to you at first, but finds himself trailing your footsteps often. (this is. very anxiety inducing for you, who probably hadn't even talked to him at this point. like?? where are those weird bell noises coming from?? are those... eyes in the distance or- oh no wait it's gone in a blur wtf)

▸ though very reluctant to talk to anyone, you two somehow become close. it likes the fact you never really gave up on it- despite the fact it can be a bit offputting and unnerving.

▸ likes picking you up. greeting ritual where moon just kinda- hoists you into the air on sight. he decends down on his wire when he sees you enter and just. swoop.

"hi."

▸ will fight and kill and murder and bite and slaughter for you- just. your dynamic:

moon: why do you think i don’t like you? i do. i would kill for you.

moon: ask me to kill for you.

you: ...first of all, calm down-

^^THATZ U TWO. ITS CANON NOW. so like... yeah his chill is. very low. moon just tends to be very intense in every way possible and it shows. he's got the right intentions (for the most part) with all his fervour. he puts all that energy into showing you and letting you know you are loved and safe with him :] no one will hurt you. no one can.

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kenphobia · 3 years

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Kaede Sweet Tooth Anon here! Thank you for the Headcanons, they were amazing! May I make another Kaede request? If you could, can you give me some Headcanons with Kaede and a S/O who’s normally very Dominant and Rude all the time, but so soft and submissive (Non-Sexually) for her?

If you can't do this, May I request General Dating Headcanons for her then?

Thank you! Your work is very pretty <3

BUTCH 4 BUTCH!

summary. akamatsu kaede with a usually rude s/o but becomes soft when it comes to the pianist <33

includes. established romantic relationship. ingame!kaede. gn!reader. written in 2nd pov. s/o is either roxy or monty kinnie, i don't make the rules /j.

notes. hii anon! thanks again 4 requesting :]] i'm currently trying to make alot of content for this blog so i might also do the dating hcs but my brain is currently empty so have this instead !!

again, sorry if it's too short ^^;;

when meeting for the first time, kaede couldn't help but wonder about your behavior. while she does feel intimidated— albeit annoyed —with how you present yourself to others, she has that feminine urge to stick with you in hopes to know more about you. ( and possibly assist you with whatever problems you have. )

it took weeks or so for you finally succumb into kaede's attempts of befriending you, but it didn't took long for you to fall for her. ( i mean─ who wouldn't?? )

high chances that you and kaede asked each other out, which is funny but sweet at the same time <33

kaede's quick to notice things become different and out of what she's normally used to. even before you and her get together, your usual spiteful words and frowning expressions turns soft whenever she's around.

your hands always finding themselves around her; clinging on her arm, waist or over her shoulders while a faint blush was dusted across your face.

kokichi's a brat and would point it out a lot, making laughs and giggles out of your flustered mess— you always have something to say and shoo him off.

he still comes back, not really caring what you do.

kaede teases you a lot as well, but in a more subtle way. her fingers would caress your hair, gently patting your head and calling you "good s/o!" whenever you do something good for her. ( i.e holding back a snarky comment and trying to be more nicer )

she finds it cute with how much you clung onto her without even noticing and then panicking when she points it out.

there are also soft, wholesome moments. like kaede letting you rest your head on her chest while playing your hair, humming a random song or two she heard, and waking up in a sunday morning but agreed to sleep in and cuddle.

you always try to hide your softness but everyone can see it, no matter how hard you try to. some find it cute while the other half just stared in confusion after you literally walked up to kaede and clinging onto her like a koala after threatening to gouge their eyes.

tsumugi probably written fanfiction of you two, always referencing the grumpy x sunshine trope whenever she thinks of you and kaede.

#— [ from yours truly. ]#danganronpa x reader #danganronpa headcanon #kaede akamatsu x reader

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holidaywishes · 3 years

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It’s Just Sex

Requested: 👍

Summary/Request: So I was hoping for maybe a bi reader and her and Fred have kind of like a sugar daddy/dom kind of relationship but not very intense more of a soft caring dom with real feelings there as well. anyway, before the reader met Fred she was in a kind of friends with benefits relationship with a woman and that relationship was also very dom/sub centred and maybe her old lover comes to Toronto for maybe a business trip or something (I’m imagining powerful businesswoman vibes here) and asks the reader to meet her for drinks and when she tells Fred and explains their relationship to him somehow Fred ends up joining them for drinks and maybe her ex lover suggests something and it goes from there 👀

Warning: smut as requested, drug use, maybe some fluff, maybe some angst or jealousy?

Author’s Note: Gonna be honest, my experience is limited in, like, all aspects so I don’t know how this will turn out or if it will really be what you’re looking for, anon, but I’m taking my best shot. I hope you still enjoy it! I also want to apologize if I took any missteps in the way I talked about bisexuality — my intention is never to offend and this was my first time writing a bi reader so please feel free to let me know if/where I went wrong. Stay Golden loves <3!

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You grew up in Antigonish, a small town in Nova Scotia, so you were used to more of a slow paced life. You got good grades, never broke the law and the only form of rebelling you did came in the form of stealing a five cent candy from the convenience store on the corner of Main Street. So when you moved to Boston for University, you expected to be overwhelmed but you didn’t expect to meet anyone -- but then she showed up

“Hi there” a voice said confidently behind you, leading you to turn around slowly to see who she was talking to

“Me?” you asked, surprised when she nodded with a smile, “oh, hi”

“I saw you order a Manhattan and I thought to myself, ‘now that’s my type of girl’” she joked

“Honestly, I hate it,” you admitted, playing with the base of the glass, “I thought I was ordering a Cosmopolitan but Manhattan sounded more familiar so I ordered that but now...”

“You’re cute,” the woman said, taking the empty seat next to you, “I love Manhattan’s so I’ll happily take yours but let me get you your Cosmo”

“You don’t have to...” you blushed

“I know” she replied confidently, earning a shy smile from you

“I’m (Y/N) by the way”

“Adrianne,” she smiled, “but all my friends call me Roxy”

“Why Roxy?” you chuckled and she gave some wrap around answer about it being an inside joke from middle school. You were mesmerized with her the entire night. The way she spoke. The way she took small sips from her drink and licked her lips. The way her dark hair would brush across her exposed skin of her back as her smile hypnotized you. The way her hand grazed your knee when she made a joke or the sound of her laugh when you didn’t know she was flirting with you. She gave you her number at the end of the night and you spent the next week trying to think of exactly what to say, “she’s way too good for me” you sighed, pushing your phone across the counter

“Why?” Your best friend, Nicole, asked. You two went to high school together so she had a habit of hyping you up when she thought you needed it most

“If you had seen her, you would agree with me, Nic. She just has this way about her,” you gushed, “she’s just cool and charming and way too good for me”

“You are amazing. Who cares if this girl is ‘cool,’ we’re not in high school anymore so you just need someone who is going to see how amazing you are”

“Nic, I don’t even know if she wants to start something...”

“You said she gave you her number right?”

“Yeah...”

“So she obviously wants something”

“Yeah but is all she wants sex? Because I don’t know if I’m the hook up type”

“Text her. Call her. Find out what she’s looking for” she smirked, filling up a glass of water from the faucet to drown out any argument you tried to make. You scoffed at her ability to brush you off before you grabbed your phone and sent Adrianne a text

“Wanna go to dinner?” you asked simply

“I could eat” she replied. Later that night, you found yourself standing outside the restaurant, taking a deep breath before stepping inside, knowing she was waiting for you. It was an effortless night; you laughed, you told her some of your weirdest childhood stories, she told you about her family and what she was doing in Boston. The night was rounded out by following her back to her apartment and letting your bodies take over. You thought that the date went well but you didn’t see her for a few months when she randomly texted you, an occurrence that would happen every two weeks or so from that point on, and it became very clear to you that she was looking for a ‘friend with benefits.’ You weren’t a huge fan of it but you couldn’t get Adrianne out of your head so you went along with it but she didn’t seem to take it well when you said you had gotten a job in Toronto

“We’ve been doing this for years, Roxy,” you whined, finally able to call her by her nickname, “I’ve graduated, we’ve graduated. I have a chance to start my life with a really successful company and I don’t know why you wouldn’t want me to take it. It’s not like you need me to stick around for anything. You're the one who didn’t want to have any commitments so this shouldn’t cause any problems for you”

“I just don’t get why you wanna go back to Canada” she said with a tinge of disgust on her words and you felt a rush of rage roll through you

“Because it’s home” you said plainly, scoffing before turning on your heels

“(Y/N)” she sighed

“Adrianne,” you replied softly, “I really hope we can see each other again someday. You will always be such an important part of my life but I need to take this step”

“I understand,” she smiled, “I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean anything about--”

“I know,” you interrupted with a smile, “I’ll see you.. when I see you.” As soon as you landed in Toronto, a giant grin spread across your face because it finally felt like home. You walked into e=mc2 on your first day anxious to get started and they did not waste any time putting you to work

“Alright, (Y/N), so we’ve got a wedding on Friday, a conference on Wednesday, a sweet sixteen next month that we have to settle all the details for next week, a gala in about 3 months -- give or take -- that is going to take a lot of work and a lot of time,” your boss explained, rambling slightly as the two of you rushed around the office, “and then there’s all the smaller events that we do. You’ll be very busy. Are you okay with all of this?”

“Of course!” you exclaimed, struggling to keep up with her footsteps

“We know it can be a bit jarring at first, because it all happens so quickly, which is why we put a clause in your contract that states you have a 30 day trial period. Like a subscription to Netflix,” she laughed, “to see if you can handle it or if you want to drop it”

“Smart,” you smirked, taking a breath when your boss finally stopped in the break room and got himself a glass of water, “but I don’t think I’ll need it. I love the fast paced environment”

“Good,” she smiled in return, “I think you’ll fit in really well here.”

Freddie’s P.O.V

You had noticed her once before. She was running through the building, clearly stressed about something, when you were walking back to your apartment with Auston. You saw her again a few weeks later, having lunch in the café across the street; you found yourself waiting for the next time you’d see her would be.

“Shit shit shit” you heard someone whisper from down the hall, finding her rushing down the corridor with an arm full of papers. You tried to move out of her way, not wanting to cause her undue stress when her shoulder connected with your arm sharply

“Oomph” the two of you said in tandem as her papers went flying

“Ow,” she groaned as she rubbed her shoulder, her eyes still not looking up at yours while she tried to collect everything that you’d made her drop, “I’m sorry. I wasn’t watching where I was going. I’m just in a bit of a rush...”

“That’s alright” you said softly and she finally looked up at you

“I... I really am sorry. I’ve been told I need to be more careful” she smiled

“Really, it’s fine. No harm done,” you replied, “do you have time for a drink?”

“Uhm,” she hesitated, fixing the bag on her shoulder, “I can’t... I have a lot of work to do. I’m sorry”

“How about tomorrow?” you called when she hastened down the hall and she looked back at you, not saying anything, “I’m Freddie by the way!” she stopped where she stood before turning around and letting a smile grow on her face

“(Y/N)!” she returned. The two of you eventually met up for lunch and, after that, couldn’t stop talking to each other; you couldn’t stop thinking about her. “I want to be very clear...” she started one day, after months of day dates, midnight snacks and weekly hookups. You furrowed your brow at her words, “I don’t want to just mess around. I did that once, with my ex, and it wasn’t right for me. If you don’t want a relationship, that’s fine, but tell me now because I don’t wanna waste my time.” Her bluntness was a breath of fresh air and you couldn’t help but be more attracted to with every word she spoke

“I wouldn’t want to waste your time...” you smirked, wanting to keep her on her toes just a little longer. “I don’t want to mess around either. I’ve done that before and I don’t want to do it anymore either. I want to be with you” she jumped into your arms and crashed her lips onto yours. From then on, the two of you were almost inseparable, learning new things at every turn, “I’ve never heard of Antigonish” you said when she told you about her hometown

“It’s small but it’s cute. It’s a good place to raise a family...”

“What about that?” you asked, “a family? You want one?”

“Are you asking if I want kids?” she teased

“Maybe”

“Do you want kids?”

“Yeah,” you laughed, “I want a big family. Lots of kids”

“How many is lots?” she asked seriously

“As many as you’ll give me”

“Aww aren’t you cute”

“I know” you joked and she pushed your shoulder playfully. After nearly two years, she had never really opened up her exes, no matter how many times you asked, and it was starting to really get on your nerves

“Why are you getting so mad?” she yelled

“Why won’t you be honest with me?”

“I really don’t have any ‘exes’ so there’s nothing to talk about”

“You said that your ex just wanted to mess around, so obviously you had at least one ex” you argued

“I.. I called her my ex because it was easier to explain than we were ‘friends with benefits’ because it was more than that to me but it wasn’t to her but I hate the term ‘complicated’ even if it’s what it was,” she countered, still trying to argue her point but you were caught up on the fact that her ex was a girl that you couldn’t focus. “Freddie?”

“Sorry,” you shook your head, “you said her. Your ex is a girl?”

“Yeah...” was all she said, earning a scoff from you

“That’s it?”

“What’s the problem?”

“Was it like an experiment?”

“An exper-- no it wasn’t an experiment,” she scoffed, “I’m bisexual”

“And you never thought to tell me?!”

“It’s not a big deal so I.. didn’t think to mention it”

“It is a big deal!” you shouted

“Why? Why is it a big deal?”

“You dated a woman!”

“And I’ve dated men... plus, I told you, I didn’t date her. We just hooked up”

“Look, I don’t care the bisexual thing. I just don’t get why you didn’t tell me about it?” you asked, sitting down on the couch

“I don’t know... I guess I wasn’t sure how you’d react. Not everyone accepts it, my grandparents sure as hell didn’t” she sighed

“I love you,” you said, “I’m not your grandparents. You love who you love and that shouldn’t be helped. I’m just happy that I’m the one you love this time”

“I do love you,” she smiled, wrapping her arms around your neck, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner but thank you for not... overreacting.”

“Let’s just make this the last secret for a while okay?” you chuckled

“I can make that work.”

“I’m in town” a number you didn’t recognize texted you and you racked your brain about who it could be

“Sorry... who is this?”

“Ha ha very funny”

“Nicole?” you sent, thinking that your best friend changed her number

“No?”

“Charlie?”

“Seriously (Y/N)?”

“I’m sorry. I really don’t know who this is. I don’t recognize this number...”

“It’s Roxy” your cursor blinked in the empty space of your text box while you tried to think of something to say. It had been almost five years since you last saw her but seeing her name on the screen still made your heart race. Without even trying, she’d begun messing with your head all over again

“Oh. Hi”

“Oh. Hi?” she repeated your message before quickly sending another, “really that’s all I get?”

“I wasn’t expecting to hear from you...”

“We said we’d keep in touch. That didn’t happen, clearly”

“You’re a busy woman. Last I heard, you were well on your way to being a CEO at some Fortune 500 company”

“Ah yes. That planned changed”

“It did?” you replied quickly, intrigued about what she could be in town for

“It did. It was fun while it lasted but I’m still busy, I like it that way”

“What are you up to then?”

“Well... I think we should meet up and talk about it. I would love to see you” You could picture her lips speaking those words. The way her tongue lingered on the back of her teeth as if she didn’t want the ‘L’ to escape her mouth before her breath could reach it. The way her grin would shape the sound of ‘you’ to make it sound more like an invitation than a word. You saw it all in your head and your fingers responded before you could stop them

“Sure! What about Friday?”

“Sounds good. I heard of a bar called The Cloak Bar that has a great vibe. I’m excited to try it”

“Yeah I’ve heard of it. Do you mind if I bring someone along?” you asked, biting the inside of your cheek nervously

“Not at all”

“Great! See you Friday!”

“(Y/N)?” Freddie said when he saw you staring you at your phone screen in silence, “babe?”

“Huh?” you said, still frazzled by the conversation you’d just had

“Everything okay? You look a little distracted...”

“Wanna go to a bar on Friday?” you blurted out

“Sure..” he scoffed

“Good. Great. Good,” you stammered, “that’s good. You’ll get to meet an old friend of mine.. from Boston...”

“An old friend?” he asked before you finally met his gaze, “an old friend.. your ex...”

“She’s in town and wants to... catch up”

“I’m sure she does” he teased, sitting down beside you

“Don’t be like that. She texted me... I could’ve not invited you, she knows you’re coming”

“She knows your boyfriend is coming?”

“She knows you’re coming...”

“(Y/N)...” he scoffed with a smile, dropping his head, “you didn’t say ‘my boyfriend is coming’ did you?” your silence said everything it needed to and Freddie fell back into the couch

“I’m sorry!” you tried, embarrassed about what happened, “everything happened so fast! I didn’t know what to say. I don’t know why I didn’t say something about you, why I didn’t mention your name, I’m so sorry! But I do want you there!”

“Relax,” he smirked, wrapping his arm around your waist and kissing your cheek, “It’s fine. I get it and you know what? I’m excited to meet this ‘Roxy’“

“Good. You’ll like her!” you exclaimed, “but don’t call her Roxy... it’s an inside thing. I just wouldn’t want her to like hate you before getting to know you”

“Okay,” he chuckled, “I promise, I’ll behave.” When Friday came along, you had changed your outfit countless times and you couldn’t calm your breathing; Freddie was finally able to calm you down enough that you could pick an outfit but your nerves were still getting the best of you. You showed up early and found a booth near the back and waited for Adrianne to walk through the door, watching your boyfriend’s reaction whenever you took your eyes off the entrance. “Babe... stop. You’re gonna be fine,” you laughed as he pressed a kiss to your lips, “I’m here for you.”

“I’m just so nervous... I know I shouldn’t be but I am” you said before taking a deep breath and training your eyes back on the door

“Is that her?” Freddie asked, nodding to the crowd of people who just walked in and you searched to see if she was among them. When you finally saw her, your first thought was she hasn’t changed a bit

“Yeah... that’s her” you sighed, watching as her smile went wide when she found you. She was wearing, what looked like, a pin striped suit -- tapered legs with the highest stilettos you’d ever seen topped with a one button blazer, low enough that both you and Freddie could tell she was only wearing a bra underneath

“Holy shit” you heard him gasp and you hit his chest before Adrianne got to the table

“(Y/N),” she said in a sultry voice, the same one she’d used that night you first met, “it’s so good to see you again. You look great”

“Me?” you blushed, “look at you! You look.. wow, just... wow”

“Thank you” she smiled, her eyes moving to Freddie slowly

“Sorry, this is my boyfriend. This is Freddie, Freddie this is Adrianne”

“Nice to meet you” Freddie greeted politely, outstretching his hand to shake hers but Adrianne only smirked in return before taking a seat beside you, tucking herself quite close to you

“It’s nice to meet you as well, Freddie...”

“So.. tell me. What’s new? What brings you to the City?” you asked, moving closer to Freddie and his arm draped over your shoulder

“I’m working on something. A merger, more or less, with the company I’m working for in Boston and one based out of Toronto. It appears the Canadians are not too keen to share with us Bostonian's” she laughed and you felt her hand land on your knee

“Let’s get some drinks!” you said, clearing your throat, “they have great cocktails here!”

“Don’t mind if I do” she said in the same sultry tone as before, peering over at Freddie, her hand still stationed on your knee and you could tell she was planning something; what that something was, remained to be seen.

Adrianne’s P.O.V

You weren’t expecting her to be in a relationship. Not that she wasn’t the type, just that she didn’t give you the impress she was dating but you could see why she was with him. He was big and he looked strong, she probably loved his hands on her body, his fingers inside her; god you missed having your fingers inside her. The way that she sunk into him told you that she felt safe with him and the way that he looked at her told you that he loved her and would likely do anything for her. You bit your lip as you watched the two of them interact, asking questions when you felt like it, keeping that ere of mystery about yourself that you’d always liked to. After two rounds of specialty cocktails and an extra old fashioned you ordered for (Y/N), the group was starting to loosen up a little

“Babe, I need to get out,” she whispered to Freddie, leaning against his chest as she spoke, “can you move a little?”

“Where’re you going?” he smirked

“I have to pee” she giggled

“Why don’t you just crawl over him?” you teased, half-expecting her to challenge you but wanting to see what she’d choose, when she squinted her eyes in mild annoyance before straddling her boyfriend, pecking his lips gently and shifting her body to the open space beside him.

“You really bring out a different side of her, don’t you?” he smirked

“I guess I just know a different version of her” you replied

“So.. what kind of person handles mergers? What’s your job title?” he pried

“Technically, I’m an Investment Advisor. That’s what it says on my business card but if you ask my bosses they’ll tell you I’m the badass who manages their portfolios so they don’t get fired or arrested for fraud” you replied proudly

“Shit,” he scoffed, “sounds important”

“What do you do?”

“Nothing nearly as important,” he laughed, “I’m a goaltender. In the NHL”

“For Toronto?” you asked, genuinely intrigued and he nodded, “well damn. That’s pretty cool. I’m starting to get a better idea why (Y/N) likes you”

“I mean.. she’s not with me because of my job” he clarified but you could tell you had shaken him

“Are you sure?” you teased, the situation moving more and more in your favour

“I--”

“I’m back!” she interrupted, a grin wide across her face as she slipped back into the booth, reaching across Freddie to grab her drink

“So..” you continued, ending the conversation between you and Freddie, “what are the plans for the rest of the night, you two?”

“Fred’s got practice tomorrow afternoon so we probably shouldn’t be out too late” she admitted, draping her arm over his shoulder before kissing his cheek

“We could go somewhere,” you added, noticing Freddie’s head snap back to you as a glare pierced through you, “just us girls. Catch up some more, dance a little? Like old times?”

“Rox..” she laughed, climbing onto her boyfriends lap, “I’m not really up for dancing tonight. I kinda miss our bed. All this alcohol is hitting me at once and I just wanna lay down”

“Hold on,” you mocked, “are we not young? Are we not healthy? Are we not vivacious?”

“Vivacious?” she chuckled

“Are we not sexy?” you added

“I don’t wanna dance tonight, Roxy” she countered

“I have something for you,” you smiled, glancing at Freddie, “for us”

“What’s that?” he asked

“Ecstasy” you said plainly, laughing as (Y/N) choked on her drink

“Hey!” she squirmed, “that’s illegal!”

“Relax,” you teased, “we’re not gonna get caught. I only have two tablets, so you each can have half”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea...” (Y/N) hesitated and you shrugged, swallowing the small pill quickly

“What?” you asked, “I’m not gonna waste a perfectly good pill, a perfectly good night, just because you’re not going to or because your boyfriend here as to stand around on ice tomorrow afternoon”

“Roxy, don’t be rude!” she yelled before Freddie threw the pill in his palm down his throat, taking a swig of (Y/N)’s old fashioned to chase it down, “FREDDIE?!”

“Babe, come on. It’ll be fine. Nothing bad will happen, I promise” he assured her

“We’re here for you” you added

“It’ll be fun” he said, nuzzling her neck with his nose and kissing her collarbone. She looked at the pill in her hand then back at you and Freddie, “why don’t we try something?”

“I don’t know what else you guys want me to try?” she whined, earning a small laugh from the two of you, “what?”

“No babe,” Freddie whispered, taking the pill from her palm, “let me take this and you just...” he leaned in, placing his fingers under her chin to bring her close to him, kissing her slowly and you watched as their tongues danced together, exchanging the pill. You noticed her hands tug at the fabric on his shoulders and you suddenly wondered how fast he could make her cum and if you could do better.

“Maybe should we get out of here...” you leaned in between them, catching (Y/N)’s stare while her puffy lips pouted and her breath began to build. She looked back at Freddie, biting her lip as she tried to gauge his reaction. When he looked over at you, you raised your eyebrows as if to say ‘come on’ and he nodded in return; the three of you took a car back to Freddie’s apartment, you and Freddie unable to keep your hands off of (Y/N). You sat behind her, hands on her hips, before you pushed her hair away from her neck, planting kisses along the side up to her ear while Freddie messaged her thighs and kissed her shoulder and her hand snaked to the back of his neck. Her moans filling the car let you know that the Ecstasy was kicking in, her hand falling from Freddie’s neck to your leg told you that tonight was going to be exactly what you hoped for.

You didn’t know how it happened but when the three of you stumbled into Freddie’s apartment, you were hypnotized by the sensations covering your body. Roxy kept her hands firmly on your waist as her lips continued to softly kiss your neck while Freddie directed the two of you to his bedroom, the windows covering the room in an amber hue.

“Lay down” Roxy whispered. You looked at Freddie before sitting down on the bed, not losing eye contact with him. Roxy was the first to take off any clothing, unbuttoning her blazer to expose the lacy bra she had underneath; you forgot how amazing her body was and you couldn’t control your hands reaching out to touch her. She smiled before leaning in to nip at your lips, placing her hands on either side of you as she hovered over you, making sure you were laying flat on the bed. You noticed her and Freddie exchange a look as if they could read each other’s minds; Roxy moved behind you while Freddie took her place in front of you. They started peeling of your clothes before their hands roamed your body, Roxy pulling you up gently to rest you in her lap before she leaned down to press a soft kiss to your lips. Freddie was taking his time with you, slowly kissing your thighs and teasing your core as he traded his lips from one thigh to the next, his breath cascading over your skin and driving you mad the more time that went by

“Oh god” you whined at the lack of connection you were getting, catching Freddie’s smirk as he pulled back to pull off his shirt and Roxy began massaging your scalp. You saw the two of them glare at each other before your eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of Roxy’s fingers tangling in your hair

“You wanna fuck her?” you heard Freddie say, feeling his body hover over yours, “huh? Is that what you came here for?”

“That’s why we’re here, isn’t it?” Roxy returned

“This was your plan wasn’t it? When you texted her, you just didn’t think I’d be here” Freddie grumbled

“I had no idea you existed” she challenged, forcing your eyes to open

“What the hell is going on?” you yelled to them, sitting up so you were between them. Neither of them answered you, they only glared at each other before continuing to kiss either side of your neck, Roxy’s hand trailing down your body until she found your clit; circling it until you let out a raspy moan, “fuck!” Freddie continued kissing down your body, stopping to kiss your nipples for moment before he stood up to take off his jeans

“Sit up” Roxy whispered in your ear and you obliged, wrapping your arms around Freddie’s neck to pull him close to you, pushing your breasts to his chest while his hands grabbed your hips and Roxy removed her pants before taking her place behind you once more. “You’re so wet, baby” she smirked as your back began to arch at her touch

“You look so sexy” Freddie added lowly and you dropped your head against Roxy’s lap until she moved back to lay your head onto the mattress, placing her legs on either side of your head, encouraging you to begin working at her orgasm. You felt Freddie push your legs apart before he guided himself into you, eliciting a loud moan that rippled through Roxy, forcing her to curse into the open space. You pressed your tongue flat against Roxy’s folds as Freddie rocked into your hips, allowing your ministrations to reach Roxy without you trying too much but when she ground her hips down a little, you brought your fingers up, curling them inside her as Freddie’s hands gripped your waist and ground himself into you, harder and harder, you had to stop what you were doing

“Fuck!” you screamed, reaching out for him with one hand while your other remained where it was, your fingers pumping in and out of Roxy until she reached her climax. She sat back against the pillows as Freddie continued to fuck you, eventually swinging her legs to the side and making her way behind Freddie. You watched as she traced her fingers up his arms, kissing his shoulders while he crashed his hips against yours

“How tight does she feel?” you heard Roxy whisper to Freddie

“So tight” he moaned, Roxy continuing to glide her fingers across his body

“Such a beautiful pussy isn’t it?” she smirked, kissing his neck in the process

“God yes” he growled, wrapping his arms around your waist to bring you up

“Make her cum” Roxy whispered once more, her hands moving to push his hips into yours. Their breathing synced with each other as they brought you to a mindless state of bliss

“Fuck” you breathed, the two of them crashing on the bed beside you, your chests rising and falling in sync.

“Well shit” Roxy laughed

“That was great” you smiled

“We’re not done yet...” she said before your hand fell into Freddie’s chest. He brought it to his lips and you felt him smile against your skin before they moved you up against the pillows. You were exhausted, and you couldn’t say you were surprised; a threesome seemed like a lot of work without the drugs and alcohol and just as much with them. You lazily danced your finger across Freddie’s arm as you caught your breath, letting your free hand glide up Roxy’s leg before she smiled at you. She cupped your face with her hand and pressed her lips to yours, parting your lips with her tongue, allowing you to melt into her body; you felt Freddie’s erection push into your ass before his lips connected with your earlobe. His hands pulled your hips into him while you continued to kiss Roxy, your fingers now tangling in her hair, before you felt Freddie thrust into you from behind. You hummed at the sensation but couldn’t break the kiss you were sharing with Roxy, letting Freddie fuck you as hard as he could.

“Fuck baby, you feel so good” he moaned

“Fuck” you moaned in return, catching Roxy’s eyes before she kissed down your body until she reached your centre. Circling your clit with her tongue as Freddie fucked you from behind, your body becoming overwhelmed by sensation. It wasn’t long before you reached your second high, letting out a squeal as both Freddie and Roxy found the exact right spot at the same time, Freddie biting your shoulder as he kept himself inside you until he came. You fell back into his chest, panting as you calmed down, smirking when Roxy didn’t come back up from where she was. “What are you doing down there?” you laughed

“I’m just catching my breath” she replied

“I’ll be right back” Freddie said, kissing your temple before getting up and heading into the en suite bathroom. He came back with a damp face cloth and began cleaning you up, turning your body gently to make sure he didn’t miss anything. Roxy scoffed when he left without doing the same for her, “I thought I’d get a clean cloth for you” he said as soon as he came back in the room, doing the same for her as he did for you.

“Well aren’t you just... perfect” she said, “prince of aftercare”

“He’s pretty great” you smiled

“Thanks,” he chuckled, “can I get anyone anything from the kitchen? Water?”

“No I’m good, thanks babe”

“I’ll take some wine if you got it. Wine always helps level me out after E” Roxy said

“You got it, Adrianne” he smirked, making his way downstairs quickly, leaving the two of you to giggle and gossip about him

“You really love him don’t you?” she said, pushing herself up onto the pillows where you were

“I do” you confessed

“You guys are good together” she replied and you could tell there was something she wasn’t saying

“Thanks...” you furrowed your brow, “what’s wrong, Rox?”

“Nothing,” she scoffed and you tilted your head, “no really. I just.. didn’t think I’d find you so domesticated”

“Domesticated?” you laughed, “what about this night says ‘domesticated?’”

“Not this night,” she smiled, “just how you are with him. It’s sweet. It’s just not what I expected”

“What did you expect?” you questioned

“I guess I thought you’d be independent. Being a boss ass bitch, like me,” she laughed, “and not wanting to settle down so you’d be f—”

“Filling my time with random hookups?” you interrupted and she shrugged like it was obvious, “you know I’m not like that. I’ve never been like that.”

“I’m happy for you” she added just as Freddie came in with her wine, nearly filled to the brim, “he’s a keeper” she whispered. She made quick work of the wine, finishing it almost immediately after she got it, and decided it was time she head out, “this was fun. Like really fun, but I think it’s time for me to go”

“Adrianne...” you sighed, using her full name to try to convince her to stay

“No really. I’ve got an early morning, you’ve got a busy day,” she replied, gesturing to a still-shirtless Freddie, “I had a great time but let’s just let it be that. It was nice to see you again, (Y/N), and it was nice to meet you, Freddie”

“You too, Adrianne” he smiled sweetly

“Oh please,” she laughed, “you’ve seen me naked. You can call me Roxy”

“Why is it Roxy? You never really told me...” you asked with a smile

“I went as Roxanne, or what I thought Roxanne would look like, for Halloween one year. You know like the Police song?” she explained while you and Freddie nodded, “well anyway, everyone got tired of singing the song to me, real quick, and Roxy was born”

“I like that story” you smiled, noticing the shyest smile creep over Adrianne’s face; it was the first time she’d really been truly vulnerable with you

“Take care of her, okay?” she said to Freddie

“I will” he replied

“Take care of yourself, Adrianne” you said softly

“I will” and just like that, she was gone. You tucked yourself into your boyfriends chest and fell asleep; mumbling that you loved him before everything went dark. You weren’t sure if or when you’d ever hear from her again but, if one thing came from this night, you were pretty sure nothing was just sex anymore for Roxy.

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La Belle et la Sorcière

Anonymous asked: Okay since literally NO ONE writes for Disney Descendants, do you think you can do a Mal x Ben/Chad's sister fic. It doesn't have to be either of the princes, but I kinda like the idea of this high class royal kid falling in love with this high class evil kid

Descendants Anonymous here, I would prefer the reader to be Ben'a sister tbh

Hi, this is the descendants anon. I don't know if you saw the second part of the request I sent or if I even sent it, but i would like it to be a general princess x Mal (she doesn't have to be evil, but whatever works best for your writing is great)

Ma dude, my darling, you have awoken something within me. I am a huge fairytale nerd and you can bet your fucking ass I will use my knowledge to the best of my ability to do this. I am 10000000% ready for this shit oh my god. I also watched Pete’s Dragon before writing so yeh...hahaha.

Big shout out to my friend Roxy (I think she has a tumblr I forget what it’s called haha, whoops sorry) for helping me out. She’s Canadian and speaks French. The title translates to, ‘The Beauty and the Witch’ since like...Beauty and the Beast and Sleeping Beauty both have French origins. So thanks so much for help me out darling! *blows kisses*

And thank you very much for the compliment darling! Anyway, here we go~!

Warnings: Uh....fluff? Dragons. This thing is long as fuck holy shit. And this sucks.

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You were like Ben…and yet you were not. Yes you two had the same parents and you two are siblings, yada yada all that mumbo jumbo, but your eyes were set on a different path. You adored magic, and all sort of magical creatures. Yes you were a princess and next in line to become the possible queen of Auradon and all, but your love was for the magic of the world and nature most of all. You would study forbidden magical texts without the knowledge of your parents, much to the chagrin of Ben.

It all changed one day when you found a little dragon hatchling, abandoned in the forests of Auradon, half dead and with a wound on its forehead. You couldn’t help but feel sorry, and decided to take care of it. You named it Éclair, as when the scar healed, it looked like a lightning bolt. Every day you returned to the forest where Éclair lived, tossing it some food you saved from the lunch at the cafeteria. Éclair was a dark colored dragon, its hide was colored like soot save for the pearly white scar and its yellow eyes. Éclair was a friendly thingy, mostly. You wanted to show it off to Ben but…would he be happy about it?

None the less, Éclair was your little secret. That is…until the villain kids came from the Isle of the Lost.

“Éclair! Éclair!” Your hands cupped your mouth, calling out for your dragonic friend. You whistled sharply thrice, a signal between the two of you. There was a rustle of the trees and a beat of wings, a gush of air that nearly toppled you over. Down came Éclair from the skies above, landing in the safety of the trees that hide it from prying eyes. The beast lowered its massive head, purring softly and happily.

You clutched the strap of the knapsack you had, laughing at how big the hatchling as grown over the past two years that you have known it. You open the pouch, pulling out your sandwich in a container and a larger plastic bag. “I snuck out of class today,” you admitted to Éclair, opening the plastic covered bag. Inside were turkey legs, which you had stolen from the cafeteria…thanks to using that little magical spell you learnt from Jane. “Ugh, it was boring.” You sit down on a boulder, putting the sandwich container on your lap as you pulled out a turkey leg, tossing it over to the dragon who expertly caught it into its mouth. “I like being out here with you. I like being a princess and all but…it’s just not what I want to be you know?”

Éclair and you have had this conversation many times. You often came out to snuggle with the dragon in the dark of night, a flashlight in your hand a book in your lap as you told Éclair about what you wanted to do with your life: to travel, see the world, and learn more about it. All of a sudden, the onyx head of Éclair perked up, glaring into the brush. It began to growl, its tail wrapping around you and the boulder you sat upon, loosely…but protectively. “E-Éclair?” “Wow.” You nearly dropped the turkey leg you were holding, you recognized that voice. “So this is where the brave little princess of Auradon, the light of this entire country, Y/N sneaks off to?” a familiar head of purple appeared out of the emerald brush, a smirk upon her lips, and her hands upon her lips. She glanced over to the dragon, quirking an eyebrow but definitely not afraid of the thing whatsoever. She jerked her thumb at Éclair, “Friend of yours?” You clear your throat, tossing the leg over to Éclair who snapped it up. Its beady sunny yellow eyes were still trained upon Mal, snarling every now and then. You put your things to the side, sliding of off the boulder, and dusting your hands on your skirt; you then clear your throat, holding you head up high, proudly. “Yes. This is my friend, Éclair. What are you doing here, Mal? Shouldn’t you be in class?”

“Ha!” Mal scoffed, waving her hand dismissively. “Hey, if you,” she pointed at you accusingly, “Can skip class, why can’t I?”

“Because education is important.” You retort back, turning on your heels to face Éclair instead.

“Gee. If it’s so important, why the hell aren’t you studying?” Mal didn’t try to come closer, especially when Éclair wound its tail around your position so protectively. “Miss Princess? Get off your high horse, Y/N. Don’t boss me around.”

“I could if I wanted to. As the princess of this land. And,” you turn around sharply, now reaching up to gently pat Éclair’s snout. “I’m the girl who has a dragon friend.”

“Oh right. I’m soooo scared. I’m quaking in my boots.” Mal scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Bitch please, I could poof your dragon friend here and you’d be all defenseless.” She quickly ducked under the swipe of a claw, courtesy of Éclair.

“Éclair! No!” You scolded your friend, patting its tail. “Don’t do that.”

“The thing is…you can’t kill me, or hurt me.” Mal taunted, dusting the imaginary dust off of her clothes. “You’re too soft.”

You glare at her, rolling up the sleeves of your jacket, and stepped over Éclair’s tail. “You wanna see how soft I am?” Éclair seemed to chuckle in the background, seemingly ready for such a throw down to occur.

“Hey hey, I’m not here to fight.” Mal said, holding up her hands to announce her surrender. “I could zap you with magic but I’d be executed if I tried to hurt you. So…how about this?” she backed away, and then drew a line in the dirt with her foot. “You stay on that side of the forest with your dragon friend, I’ll stay on mine.” She said with a smirk and a quirk of her eyebrow. “Deal, little princess?”

“Deal.” You huff, turning back to Éclair and marching back over to the dragon. You hop back up on the boulder again, tossing Éclair the remaining turkey legs before going to eat your own sandwich. Mal merely stayed on her side of the forest, watching you two carefully. She sat on a log, keeping to herself.

“How long have two known one another?” Mal asked suddenly, both of your heads snapping over to look at her. “You two are comfortable around each other, so it’s obvious you two have known each other for a long time.”

“Two years.” You answer, after swallowing a bite of your sandwich.

Gurglegurglegurgle

You glance up at Éclair, quirking an eyebrow and gently poking its dark snout. “Are you still hungry? I mean…yeah you do need to eat and all. You just came back from hunting right? I mean there’s still blood on your teeth and all. But-“ who else could it be? You glance over to Mal, who had a light pink blush upon her cheeks. “Are…are you hungry Mal?” you asked, snickering.

“A bit yeah. I left before lunch. I am kinda hungry.” Mal answered with a shrug of her shoulders. “Don’t worry about it princess, I’m not gonna mooch off of you or-“ “Do you want cookies?”

Mal’s head snapped over towards you, staring at you curiously. “Not…poisonous cookies?”

“Nah.” You answer, pulling the Tupperware of cookies out of your knapsack. “Mom made them.” You slid off of the boulder again, walking over to the line and held out the box. “You can have some…if you want.”

Mal got off of the log, slowly walking to the line and picked up at least five cookies. “Thanks.” She said, beginning to nibble on them. Her eyes lit up, staring at the cookies. “Whoa, these are good.”

“Yeah they are. I bet they’re the best in all the land.” You proudly say.

Mal only laughed, rolling her eyes. “Yeah yeah, whatever.” She says, turning on her heels and beginning to head back up the trail. “I’ll see you around, princess Y/N. Thanks for the cookies.” And before she took another step, she turned and said, “Don’t worry, I can keep a secret.”

The two of you had this strange dance, which was honestly kept alive for weeks. Mal and you would meet up in the forest with Éclair and still stay on the same sides you had made earlier. It was a strange little friendship, but you two got closer. Bit by bit. Little by little. You told Mal of your dream to travel and to learn more about the world, and you listened about the times Mal had caused a ruckus back on the Isle of the Lost. The two of you didn’t have many classes together but you two were sometimes find one another in the library.

Mal would find you in the darkest corners, hiding in a nook and reading about dragons. At first, she would just say ‘Hey’ and pass by, but lately she would sit beside you and you two would talk about the future and classes…and anything really.

Mal was cute, you could not help but think. She had a cute smile and it was endearing to see.

But lately…Mal had been avoiding you. She wasn’t coming into the forest that much to hang with you and Éclair, and even the dragon seemed to miss her presence. One day, while in the library, you noticed Mal walking by the shelves. Your feet were silent across the carpet, and you roughly grabbed Mal by the back of her jacket and pulled her into the comfy little nook you two often shared.

“GET THE FU- Y/N?” Mal stared at you in shock, quickly breaking away from you like you were the plague. “The hell was that for?!” “Why the shit are you avoiding me?” you demanded, hands on your hips. “As the princess, I demand you to answer this Mal. Is something bothering you? Did I….offend you?”

Mal opened her mouth for a minute and then shut it, staring down at her hands. “You kinda did offend me.”

“Shit what?! I did?! Holy shit, I’m so sorry! What did I do?! I’m so sorry, tell me what did I do and I promise not to do it again and-“

“You offend me because you’re too damn cute.”

“I- what…?” it was your turn to go silent, feeling your cheeks beginning to burn hotly. “Huh?” “I like you, princess.” Mal said, her voice small. She turned on her heels, ready to leave when you grabbed her by the back of her jacket again. “DAMN IT Y/N STOP TRYING TO CHO-“ you turn her around and slam your lips on to hers, causing Mal to go limp in your arms, before returning the gesture happily. Mal began to slowly push you into the wall, trapping you between them.

When the kiss ended, Mal happily smiled, resting her forehead against yours. “Wow.” “I wanted to do that for a while now.” You admit, giggling happily.

“Yeah…me too.” Mal admits, lips just an inch away from yours. “Can we…ki-“

“Y/N, are you- OH MY GOD!” Ben stared at the two of you, dropping his books and his mouth wide open like a gold fish.

“B-BEN! It’s not what it looks like!” “Yeah we’re kissing, what are you gonna do about it, pretty boy?”

“ASDFGHJKL, THIS IS WHY YOU WERE SNEAKING AROUND?!”

“WILL YOU KIDS SHUT UP, YOU’RE IN A LIBRARY!”

“….Sorry ma’am.”

#disneys descendants imagines #descendants imagine #mal x reader #ALL DA QUEUE-TIES

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