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shiyorin · 5 months

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#Princess and the frog? No, it is Reader and the Primarchs frog... I mean 25cm doll :v

#Big E: I should have known dolls worked better than frogs sooner.

#Today's menu: Konrad and Sanguinius.

#Just a romcom story. No one ask but I still do it for funny :v

You tossed fitfully, dreaming strange dreams in the depths of night. When awareness surfaced, you found yourself in a moonlit glade, sparkling with an ethereal glow.

A rustling came from the treeline, and out stepped a being so bizarre you wondered if still dreaming. Clad head to toe in fluttery silks of spun gold, gossamer wings fluttered serenely upon a back too broad for any bird or insect.

"Fear not, mortal!" came an undeniably masculine though lilting voice. "I am your Fairy Godmother, here to aid you in this dark hour."

You stared, speechless. Was this truly Him? "Uh...right. Nice dress?"

The Emperor swooned theatrically. "Why thank you dear! Now, down to business - you seek handsome princes, no?"

"Not particularly-"

"Excellent! For I have just the task." With a blinding flash, many fat toads appeared amid flickering lights. Wait...those bulging eyes seemed awfully familiar...

"Alas, these poor souls were cursed. A kiss from beauty's lips alone can break the spell!" announced Fairy Godmother Emperor.

You eyed the frogs warily. "And what if their infectious diseases jump from mouth to mouth upon such contact?"

Fairy Emperor pouted, wings drooping. "Fear not harm, my dear! True love conquers all impediments. Now, chop chop - kiss them and claim your men!"

With that he shoved you none-too-gently towards the waiting amphibians. You dug in your heels stubbornly. "Absolutely not! I'll catch some plague for certain, kissing frogs willy-nilly."

Unfortunately, the frogs had other ideas. They began hopping toward you, croaking plaintively as only amphibians can. You shrieked and ran, the army of frogs gaining swiftly. Diving into the woods, you dashed wildly as frog gave chase.

Crashing through brambles with amphibious entourage in relentless pursuit, you fled breathlessly until-

You woke with a start, entangled in sweat-soaked sheets. Many pairs of bulging eyes stared down at you, and you realized with dread - the frogs had infiltrated your very dreams! Screaming, you swatted them away, bolting upright just in time to see...

Nothing. Only empty room greeted your wide eyes. It had only been a nightmare after all. You sighed shakily, scrubbing your face rigorously as if to purge all memory of Fairy Emperor's nonsensical demands.

From now, you vowed never to sample strange foods before bedtime again.

Konrad Curze

You returned wearily to your chambers after a long shift, eager to collapse into comforting silks. But stopping short, a glint of silver caught your eye amid folds in bed.

Approaching cautiously, you peeled back layers to reveal a stuffed doll nestled innocently within. It was fashioned to resemble a certain Night Haunter, down to each rasping spike and curl of thread-hair.

Though only 25cm tall, its button eyes seemed eerily familiar, bearing the Primarch's unnerving gleam. You scooped it up suspiciously, turning the toy this way and that.

Who would leave such a thing, and why model it after Konrad Curze of all beings? You wondered if it was some joke, yet detected no hint of tampering. Likely one of the Emperor's strange gifts that simply...appeared sometimes.

Resolving to ponder mysteries later, you shrugged and nestled your new companion. "Well little doll, it's true your original is far from cuddly. But you're rather cute yourself!"

Burying your face in soft felt, you swore you felt tiny muscles tensing as the doll seemed almost...desperate to escape your hold. You paid it no mind, merely tightening your grasp with a contented sigh. Because that was surely impossible!

Observe button eyes pleading silently, On a strange impulse, you pressed a fleeting kiss to the doll's stitched mouth, stilling its squirms.

At once a tremendous plume of dark smoke erupted, swallowing the room in choking fumes. You fell back coughing, but through the haze saw a towering silhouette emerge like a vengeful wraith.

When smoke cleared, a fully formed Konrad Curze stood before you - all ten feet of primal fury barely contained within smoldering armor. Yet his usual scowl seemed almost... bashful? His pale skin flushed to a sallow stain across razor-thin cheeks. And were those dark eyes widening in dread?

He grasped desperately for some semblance of composure, snarling to mask inner turmoil. “Explain yourself, mortal, before I flay you where you stand!”

You gaped, struggling to process this abrupt transformation. “I, uh...kissed your doll?”

Realization dawned in widening dark orbs. “The visions spoke true. I....”

Your mind is reeling. What in the Emperor's name had just occurred?! "My... My Lord... So... you were the toy all along?"

A curt nod, gaze darting fitfully about as if seeking escape. Clearly the Night Haunter wished to be anywhere but here, pressed into vulnerability by his bizarre enchantment's end.

He backed slowly into a shadowed corner, hoping its folds might swallow him whole. Never had Konrad felt so exposed, so embarrassed, and at the hands of a mere mortal, no less!

"The Emperor deemed a...lesson was in order..." His whisper was ragged, commanding. Yet undercurrents of shyness shone through crackling anger and pride. "This humiliation is beyond enduring."

You couldn’t help but smile, endeared by his fluster. But why? You should be scared and terrified when facing a Primarch! But no, you find him... cute? Your taste in men is terrible and you should die for that. You smile wryly "There now, it can't have been that horrible a kiss to transform you so."

A mighty gauntlet shot out to capture your wrist before you could continue your word. Konrad gripped just tightly enough to emphasize his immense strength without harm, glaring daggers through slitted gaze slits.

"You shall tell no soul of this humiliation, mortal," he growled, low and menacing. Yet the effect was ruined somewhat by a pink flush darkening to fuschia across his cheek plates. You merely grinned wider. You know you are playing with fire and would die.

"Oh, I don't know. Your reaction seems payment enough for that." you mused slyly, tapping his knuckles with your free hand. "Maybe another kiss, hmm?"

Thought Konrad surely imagined eviscerating the audacious creature where you stood, lingering embarrassment gave way to begrudging intrigue instead. Leaning down, he brushed your cheek in a facsimile of affection, warmth echoing through plating. Lips brushed softly in the embrace's sheltering shadow, kindling sparks that may blossom yet into something beautiful, unexpected…

Sanguinius

You groaned, rubbing gritty eyes as reports swam blurrily before your. 11 hours straight hammering away in this suffocating medicae vault had pushed even your limit.

"Enough!" you snarled, flinging down your datapad in frustration. The neverending bureaucracy would be the death of them all at this rate. Glaring about at mountains yet unscaled, you longed for sweet oblivion's embrace.

A flash of silvery white caught your weary gaze. On the floor beside your chair lay a small stuffed toy, a perfect miniature Sanguinius in all his golden glory. You blinked slowly, wondering if exhaustion had driven you mad at last.

"Great, Now I'm hallucinating." you muttered, scooping up the 25cm high Primarch doll. Its fabric wings extended invitingly and you couldn't help but nestle it against your cheek with a bone-deep sigh. The toy smelled faintly of plumage and night-blooming blossoms, soothing your frayed nerves.

But as you sagged against the barricade of unfinished records, even hallucinations could not stave off sleep's implacable tide. You curled around the tiny angel and surrendered, visions fading to blankness at long last...

Light caressed your face some untold time later, lingering there as if loath to disturb. You grumbled and would have rolled away, but something held you securely yet gently in place.

Bleary eyes blinked open to confusion. You lay slumped across your desk still, but a soft blanket had been draped protectively over slender form. And those weren't feathers caught in your hair, were they?

You sat up abruptly, dislodging more downy intruders.

"But...how...?" you protested weakly. Only the teasing morning breeze answered through open ceiling panels, rippling records abandoned by your side.

No footprints marred the dust-coated floor, and the door remained bolted fast. You hugged yourself, feathers floating free on invisible currents as mind chased circling mysteries endlessly.

You eyed the tiny doll warily, half convinced you still dreamt amid paperwork piles. Gently poking its downy cheek elicited no response, yet the craftsmanship seemed uncannily lifelike.

"Weird..." you muttered, though found yourself drawn again to those embroidered features so serenely angelic. On a whim, you pressed a featherlight kiss to its head, chuckling at your own folly.

Smoke billowed where the doll had sat, forcing your back with a gasp. Two massive wings materialized amidst swirling mist, great plumes showering silvery motes as they stretched to their full span. Before you coalesced a giant finding you with a patient smile.

"Lord Sanguinius!" You shrieked, recoiling instinctively from this new impossibility. Your hands fumbled panic-stricken for the door behind, scrabbling at locked metal in desperation.

"Your reaction… quite far from what I expected," came his soft voice behind. You froze at the gentle jest, relief warring with confusion and not a little dread.

Wings rustled and a warm presence appeared at your back, blocking escape. "Am I truly so terrifying, mortal?" Sanguinius asked, hurt faint yet unmistakable.

You dared a look over your shoulder into his earnest face. Gods, those earnest faces would be your undoing one day...Cheeks burning, you stammered, "M-my apologies, Angel. You just surprised me, that's all."

His beam could have lit the darkest void. "No harm done. Now, reward my efforts properly. Does a kiss still await?"

Heat scalded your further. Kiss??? But those hopeful eyes would accept no refusal, and truly, he deserved reward...

Slowly turning, you gazed up into sapphire orbs aglow with boundless compassion. Steeling your nerve, you leaned close and touched your lips to his gently.

Feathers as soft as velvet caressed your cheek in answer. When at last you broke away, light-headed and heartsore, Sanguinius grinned triumphantly. "See? No peril nor perilous acts to earn beauty's favor."

#shiyorin's writer #wh40crack #primarch x reader #reader insert #romantic stuff in 40k #lol #actually i don't think it's romantic #warhammer 40k x reader

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razzlerdazzler · 4 months

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I was wondering if you could do a North x Reader where the reader is the embodiment of wishing and has the centre of desire. She's also known as the Fairy Godmother or The Blue Fairy. (She basically grants people's wishes)

North x Fairy Godmother/ Blue Fairy Reader Relationship Headcanons

Hello, sorry it took so long. I hope you like it, Happy Holidays :)

North and you actually work together a lot and make a great team

Since it's his job to make and deliver presents to children all around the world, you're able to help him out by finding out what the children want for Christmas, and even helping him make toys for the children

In return, he tries to help you out anyway he can

He loves PDA and loves holding your hand and giving you all the affection he has to offer, however he will tone it down if you ask him to

He loves holding you in his arms as you two relax

He loves to show you love and affection wherever you two are

He loves your wings and compliments them all the time

Whenever you two are cuddling, or if you're just standing near him, he'll just gently run his fingers against your wings

If you ever get stressed out by your duties then he will happily let you rant to him about your problems

He will also make a toy with you or will try to find something else for the both of you to do to help you take your mind off of the stress

He calls you lots of pet names such as his wish, his heart's desire

He also likes to call you Russian nicknames as well such as milyy (darling)

He introduces you to all of the guardians

He loves when you just hang around his workshop, especially when he's ice sculpting or making toys, he loves just being able to spend time with his lover

He likes to take you on rides in his sleigh

Whenever you two relax together he tells you stories about all of his adventures

He loves to talk to the other guardians about you, whether you're there or not. Everybody just listens to him rant on about how great you are and how much he loves you, even though it's the third time in the span of an hour

Whenever you two kiss he sometimes lifts you up into his arms while being careful of your wings

He definitely makes a set of Russian nesting dolls that represent you

All of the elves and yetis like you and are happy for North and you

He loves you so much and he holds every moment with you close to his heart

#rise of the guardians x reader #north x reader #nicholas st north x reader #rotg x reader #rise of the guardians

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so-i-grudgingly-joined-this-site · 4 months

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Here's an unusual custom doll project for me: a Christmas Angel!

Component parts and some fun facts about her under the cut:

Head: Tennis Player Barbie, makeup repainted

Body: 2015 Fairy Godmother Barbie, nails painted

Dress: scrap fabric and rhinestones

Jewelry, halo, and tree-attachment component: armature wire, with tissue paper to puff out the dress

Wings: recycled cereal box cardboard, cut and painted with acrylic paint. The eyes are metallic color-shift paint that changes color based on lighting and angle; this is difficult to capture in photos

Fun fact: her components are mostly the scraps left over from a VERY different doll that's been a few months in the making for me...

It was a challenge for me to make this doll, for a couple of reasons. One was that whoops, I had a time limit so that the family tree would have an angel this year (the old one, which is older than me, had reached the end of her service life this year). As a result I rushed to complete this doll in four days, when dolls usually take me weeks to prepare! I feel her level of detail is impressive for the time constraint.

The other challenge was that my mom insisted it be a CHRISTMAS angel, and not only is Christmas not my usual aesthetic, but I didn't have red, green, or faux fur to go for the easy Christmas aesthetic shortcuts! She approved the purple-blue color scheme as "appropriate enough", and I worked from there, using Disney Princesses and 90s glam Barbie looks as my references.

I really loved getting to paint all those eyes on the wings!

#custom doll #custom barbie #ooak doll #ooak barbie #art doll #christmas angel #christmas tree angel #christmas #christmas decoration #art #original art #my art #original post

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ceruleancattail · 11 months

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I SEE YOUR REQUESTS ARE OPEN *CRAWLS FROM THE CHIMNEY* MAY I REQUEST A BUTLER!READER WITH FLOYD THIS TIME MY FLOYD FEVER IS BACK (and i wonder who’s fault is that /j *looks at the floyd comments in my kiss challenge post*)

HM I WONDER WHOSE FAULT IS THAT SIPHOK. I DO WONDER.

Ocean’s Dance

Butler Floyd x reader

Pointed toes, treading carefully on the carpet. Hands held afloat, fingers trembling. Hold them gracefully, as if you were weaving treads into the wind itself.

Glide across the floor. No heavy footsteps.

Spin once, twice…

Don’t fall.

Your head throbs, vision engulfed by pitch black darkness. Just for a second.

Yet this second was all it took for you to stumble. The tip of your shoe catching on the carpet, your legs giving way from under you. Stumbling back, your rear soon hit the floor, burning anew with a hundred stings. A wince of pain, before you hobbled to your feet, yanking the needle of the record.

The music came to a stop, the record still spinning on on the table. Groaning, you dropped into a chair, wiping the sweat from your brow. Spots on your sleeves damp, they reeked.

Great. You can’t dance, and you stink. Wonderful, simply wonderful. You were going to be a hit in the ballroom.

Kicking off your shoes, you propped them up on the stool in front. Not exactly proper behaviour for someone of your status, but honestly? You couldn’t care less at this point.

“How dreadful…” you utter to yourself.

Staring up at the celling, as if some miracle would present itself to you. Shining brightly, granting you the ability to leap into a perfect arc, stunning the world with your movements. Turning your entire body into an artwork, twisting and turning delicately…

You cover your eyes with a palm, before heaving a sigh. This was reality. There was no fairy godmother to wave her wand, making everything about you flawless. All you could do was to grit your teeth, and try again.

Swinging your feet off, you planted them firmly on the carpet. Your toes sinking deep into the plush, the fluff soft on your soles. Pinching the needle, you drop it down on the record once more.

“Whatcha’ doing, Master?”

A drawl, some of the words slurred. A weight settles on your shoulders, a pair of arms stretched across your torso. A chain of earrings brushed against your cheek, chilling your skin.

You bat the newcomer aside, poking at his cheek playfully. A whine, before he relents, letting you out of his embrace. Spinning around, you can’t help but smile.

Your butler, Floyd Leech.

“Practising.” You shrug, before pulling your arms back into the starting position once more. Turning your back to Floyd, you start moving again. Slowly, each step calculated and intentional. No unnecessarily movement.

A warmth met your hands. Floyd grabs them, sliding his fingers through yours. Holding you tightly, he starts to swing you around, laughing wildly. You glance up at him, eyes wide with surprise.

Guiding you through the room, Floyd drags you like a rag doll. All you could do was to surrender yourself to him, letting him lead. An arm snakes its way around your waist, holding you securely against his chest. The other hand still tightly clasping your hand in his, pulling you into his rhythm.

The flow of the ocean’s waves, crashing against the shore. A storm in the making, twirling and whirling. You were nothing more but a simple bubble, caught up in his embrace. Swaying from side to side, trapped within Floyd.

Your feet skate over the floor, barefoot. Your hair was in a mess, flying all over the place. Back soaked with sweat, face flushed a bright pink. Floyd wasn’t any better. Shirt untucked, tie undone, hanging loosely under his collar. His hair was wild, earrings swinging freely with every movement.

Two messes, dancing away to their own beat. The dance was unorganised, with you two improvising every step of the way. There was too much chaos in it to ever be acceptable in a ballroom context.

That was fine with you two.

Spinning around, you stumble backwards once more.In the blink of an eye, Floyd reaches out, catching you, before yanking you back to your feet. A grin stretched across his face as he beams at you.

A hand wiping the sweat on your brow, Floyd gently brushes your hair off your face.

“Now, can’t have ya falling nilly willy, can I?

Not when you’re supposed to fall for me, Master.”

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #Floyd leech #Floyd leech x reader #Floyd #Floyd x reader #butler au #lucky potion 🔷

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pookiewooky · 11 days

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Things a magic fairy godmother should give to me rn

1. zero day dvd😍

2. I NEED A TIFFANY DOLL

3. I need more clothes so I don't freeze to death duh

4. My wall is looking kinda empty

5. no comment

#zero day #zero day 2003 #indie movie #calvin gabriel #andre kriegman #cal gabriel #found footage #grunge

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yunarim · 10 months

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ಇ. broken melodies | prologue

⇢ ⁺ THE LITTLE DOLL'S DREAM˖ Yuu finds herself in quite a predicament, leading her to stay in RSA. — PREVIEW (read for tags and synopsis) — AO3 ⁺ w.c : 8k+

It was a disastrous morning from the very beginning.

Yuu learnt to grow no ill feelings towards anything she faced. Blame is for the weak, and hate… hate is for deeply rotten ones.

Though now if she would choose who to blame or who to hate, she must have chosen the cold, dreary rain falling that night, emphasizing an everlasting sorrow loomed before her flower garden.

She opened her eyes. It indeed was raining hard, yet she had a duty to maintain. One light snap with her elegant fingers, and gilded shimmers flickered around. Pink butterflies blossomed from those glitter drops, catching pieces of her clothes to cover the silky nightgown she was wearing.

“Thank you, my dearest,” she thanked her little helpers, smiling despite the gloomy weather, and let her arms slide into the sleeves of a coat decorated with beautiful ornaments.

Yuu threw one melancholic gaze towards the window. It never rained here in this place. Though Yuu wasn’t unfamiliar with the concept, she witnessed this phenomenon in princesses’ worlds.

Sne gasped softly when one of the butterflies she summoned touched her cheek, trying to switch her attention. Its wings trembled a little.

“Shh, little one,” she said, welcoming the butterfly on her finger. “Why would you say I look lonely when I’ve got such loyal friends, you that would be.”

She let a soft smile form on the curves of her lips. There was no reason to be lonely, certainly not. Why would she, when there were such beautiful butterflies surrounding her and little sprites she used to turn into mischievous imps when she was younger?

And she also had Fairy Godmother. Her world and her everything, her most important person in the whole universe.

“Now, shall we proceed into the garden? I wonder how flowers are doing, it must be painful to be soaked in such harsh rain!”

Sadly, no birds to be heard. She met a rough and unpleasant wind when she opened the main door, as if was trying to welcome an uninvited guest to her magnificent mansion. What a pity, there’s plenty of relaxing tea herbs to be brewed while having a chat with someone, she thought for a mere second before erasing that silly idea, it disappearing with her closing the door when she stepped out of the mansion.

Flowers hid in their downcasted petals, as if scared of being caught like little children. Yuu smiled, greeting them, and drew her magic wand out of her sleeve, casting a wave of golden sparkles with a whirling movement, the hem of her dress resembled a dance of horses on a children's spinning carousel.

Some flowers arised, leaning towards a gentle light spreaded on them, but some remained still and dull.

“Perhaps a song is what you desire, my lovely ones?”

Yuu parted her lips, a tender melody embracing damaged petals and recovering them with a gentle flow.

“Sprites,” she called for little funny-looking creatures, playfully tapping on their wings with her magic wand, and smiled. “Please help me save our little friends by creating a tent, hm?”

Sprites danced under the heavy rain, creating a shimmering cover for flowers to be saved from damage, and Yuu bowed to them, giving her gratitude.

She stared at flowers blooming under the magical cover Sprites created, her gaze was rather absentminded. Yuu didn’t like rain. It was always cold, harsh, even violent at times, and the stars she liked to observe were always dissolving in a darkness loomed before the rain. Few raindrops fell on her shoulders covered with a coat but she ignored the feeling of a cloth soaking.

“Beware, young lady.”

Yuu turned around, escaping a magical tent and getting completely soaked in the rain. A voice, so gentle and dear to her, flew somewhere near her, as if a butterfly leading her to somewhere.

“Fairy Godmother?” Yuu asked weakly, her voice trembling in excitement, but the silence was the answer.

Locks of her hair, soaked in rain, disheveled all around her face but she didn’t seem to care much, ignoring butterflies surrounding her in a warning way, as if trying to prevent something Yuu wasn’t aware of yet.

It’s been so long since she last saw the only one who she could call her family. Fairy Godmother… no, her Mother went somewhere in order to accomplish ‘a really tangled, strange case’ details of which were never revealed to Yuu, but she knew it wasn’t her business. She had no right to interfere and yet she started feeling lonely.

How… many years passed since she was welcomed in her Mother’s warm embrace?

“Fret not, young lady,” Yuu rushed into the mansion she was occupying at the moment, and clenched the cloth right where her heart was, feeling excruciating pain blooming within.

“Mother?..” she appealed in a voice, now completely weakened. “I don’t understand… is something the matter?.. Sprites, come here.”

Sprites rushed to her, their wings trembling as if trying to express their worry, but still they were quite the same as usual, so her quick assumption that she casted the wrong spell and turned them into Imps was nonexistent apparently.

She didn’t call them just because she wanted to. The exact same sensation filled her heart, the same one she had felt long long ago when Princesses’ worlds went disastrous.

“Is something the matter with Mirror?” Yuu asked more herself than Fairy Godmother’s fadingly flickering voice.

But there was no response. Yuu swallowed a heavy feeling of worry in her throat and decided to go further and investigate. Nodding to the Sprites and butterflies around her and forcing a smile, she grabbed dress hem to make it easier to run, and hurried in the Mirror Room.

Princesses’ portraits were just the same as they always used to be. Cinderella, Ariel, Belle, Rapunzel, and Tiana… Crystals, which were supposed to keep peace and tranquility of princesses’ worlds, were shining brightly under the golden frames, crimson sparkles floating around them.

Yuu came closer to Cinderella’s mirror, pressing her finger to the surface and felt the familiar sensations of water ripplings, which meant she could have entered the portal if she wanted to. So the problem wasn’t with Princesses’ worlds?

“Fairy Godmother?” Yuu tried to call for her once more, her own voice echoing in the room and causing mirrors to reverberate the sound, water-like surface flattering slightly.

No response was heard again.

Yuu proceeded further, her hand resting on the railing of stairs leading down to the first floor. Air turned uneasy, her own stomach tangling because of growing worry. Something malicious was hiding in the dark, and when she drew her magic wand, raising it and making candles to light up, she gasped in shock, almost dropping her wand.

“Huh?..”

A sinister-looking mirror, framed by gilded snakes and with a figure resembling a crown at its center, materialized in the center of the room. No one's portrait was visible in its reflection, only a bright green light flooded the mirror to the brim.

Yuu took a step towards it when a dark fog embraced her feet. She wanted to observe it with more thoughtfulness, but an ominous feeling radiating from the mirror behaved as if it wanted to stop Yuu from proceeding.

Yuu peered more closely, studying the puffs of dark smoke that looked like ashes, and shivered from the uncomfortable cold that penetrated to the very bones and made the blood freeze in the veins.

“What are you?..” She tried to ask the mirror, pointing her magic wand at it, ready to cast a protection spell.

Butterflies twitched nervously in an attempt to fly closer, rushing away that instantly from the mirror as if being scalded.

But the mirror remained silent, only malicious dark fog continuing to swirl around her figure. She took one step closer, being able to touch the mirror frame now, but Yuu hesitated.

Butterflies surrounded her, forming a wall to prevent her from coming closer, but Yuu let out a soft chuckle.

“Are you worried about me, little ones?”

Butterflies were flapping their wings aggressively, as if emphasizing that they really were. Yuu casted a wave of light to clear the path but not in a malevolent way, and approached the mirror. She couldn’t have seen her own reflection, the surface was completely dark, and only neon green lights danced in front of her, as if trying to welcome her in their waltz.

“Should I… pursue?” She asked herself again, holding tightly on her wand, and frowned.

Yuu tried to turn on a bit of rationality, exhaling and letting go of all her negative thoughts whirling around in her head.

The mirror looked monstrously vicious and creepy. It didn’t resemble a Princess’s world, not even slightly. Even Esmeralda's mirror was not so eerie and gloomy, the dreary corridors of the cathedral did not reek with such clear rejection. The dark energy that oozed from this mirror seemed to be the quintessence of all the evil forces that Yuu happened to meet on her way.

“We have to hurry, young lady.” Fairy Grandmother’s voice broke through the silence again, and Yuu jolted for a second. “Because even miracles take a little time.”

“Are you implying I should go through the mirror?” Yuu asked hesitatingly but heard a little chuckle. Maybe it was just her imagination?

“Why, yes,” Fairy Godmother replied. “Princesses may be in danger… Would you be so kind as to investigate this mirror for me, young lady? I’m afraid I can’t come back to you yet…”

Yuu nodded, ignoring butterflies getting extremely worried around her.

“Of course. Princesses might be in danger, too. I need to save their dreams once more.”

“Ah, young lady, you’ve already grown up so much… I hope I’ll still be there to assist you, but who knows what you may encounter in that realm. Be careful, my dear.”

Yuu felt tears accumulating in the corner of her eyes after she heard genuine worry in her Mother’s voice, and straightened her posture, getting ready.

“Now, go… I wish you good luck.”

“Yes, Fairy Godmother.”

Yuu let the mirror swallow her, dark fog interlacing with green flames and surrounding her figure, now dissolving within.

“But like all dreams, I’m afraid this won’t last forever.”

Yuu felt like drifting. Something warm and gentle was embracing her limbs, a tender floral aroma enveloped her both body and soul, causing her to dissolve in it and entrust herself into the sweet oblivion.

All that mattered at the moment was that it was warm. Cordial feeling Yuu was seeking for too long was filling her up, flushing out all the worries she had accumulated for so many years.

The concept of time suddenly seemed strange and absurd to her — what time even was in the first place, here and now? What was ‘now’? Yuu wanted to laugh out loud but couldn’t register at the moment how in the world she would do that, given she didn’t quite understand where she was. What she was.

Floral scent that was successfully carrying her far away tickled her nose, causing Yuu to giggle. The sound of her own laugh reminded her of being a little girl enjoying her youth and helping out Princesses. Someone was there with her, always backstage, yet there was. Someone whose gentle mother-like voice always managed to calm her down, like a sweet tranquil lullaby lulling her to sleep.

Mother-like?..

Yuu felt how something heavy filled her chest, a viscous feeling was crawling under her skin and making her cough with struggles. A soft fabric brushing against her skin before was no longer present, and right when the feeling of something gentle embracing her changed with a loud and painful thud, she opened her eyes instantly.

“Huh?..”

A room, which reminded Yuu of a royal ball hall full of warm light, loomed before her eyes. Columns with majestic Corinthian capitals towered over her, as if surrounding. The marble floor gleamed with the light of the luxurious chandeliers on the walls, and right in front of her was a huge staircase leading forward to the top.

Yuu realized her limbs started to shiver a little, and when she managed to literally tear away her gaze from observing glorious decorations, she looked at the marble floor and saw her reflection in it.

“I don’t remember changing my clothes before going through the mirror?..”

Under the loosened white blouse was a layer of dark blue fabric covering her neck and clavicle. Mazarine coat with gilded inserts clung to the blouse with gold aiguillettes made of noble metal. The blouse was tucked into straight trousers of the same color as the coat, and at her waist was a silk belt, over which silver chains were tied.

“What in the world…” Yuu mumbled to herself, clutching the fabric in her hands and trying to register how it happened. She never changed her clothes when transferring to Princesses’ worlds. Moreover, Yuu couldn’t remember the last time she wore trousers.

Yuu, who was an apprentice of a self-proclaimed Princesses’ overseer, tried to remember if there was a Princess who wore a uniform similar to this one. No, it wasn’t the case. Was it male uniform then?

What mattered the most at the moment was that she appeared in the world she knew nothing about. Fairy Godmother used to tell her stories about Princesses and their Heroes never mentioned such clothes and never did Yuu herself transmigrate into the world similar to the one she was now.

She raised up and gasped right the second when she observed her surroundings more closely.

“Just where did I…”

Despite a tranquil aura lingering all over the place, Yuu couldn’t find her mind at peace when she saw almost a hundred beds covered with many beautiful flowers, and glassy lids were covering them. A soft floral scent enveloped the room, merging with the smell of splitting wax.

To be more precise, Yuu didn’t really care that the whole ambiance reminded her of a sanctuary. Transparent lids resembled coffins’ lids but Yuu already witnessed one. She furrowed her brows, a flash unpleasant memory of Snow White sleeping in a similar coffin caused her to bite her lip.

There were people in here. Serene expressions blossomed on their faces, resembling a garden of freshly bloomed roses. Yuu felt a tangled anxious feeling unfolding in her stomach as she drew her hand to the mouth, covering it in shock. What if someone poisoned them like the Evil Queen did to Snow White?

Yuu rushed to one of them, trying to get rid of the glassy cover, but all in vain.

“Fairy Godmother!” She called for the one who definitely knew what to do and how to help. “Fairy Godmother?..”

No answer was heard.

Using magic in an unknown world was risky yet. She summoned her magic wand, and a wave of bright golden sparkles crumbled over a coffin she was standing near. A little glimpse of confidence flickered in her, causing Yuu to sigh in relief. Even if she could have used her magic even without a wand, who knew what would happen without it?

“Wake up, little one…” She begged for awakeness, her hands resting on a glassy coffin. Heart was trembling under her chest in genuine worry for someone she didn’t know.

Yet the person still remained asleep. Only silence and the crackling wick of candles on the wall lamps were her interlocutors.

She turned over only to discover the same transparent glass cover broken into a myriad of pieces right where she found herself when waking up. Yuu frowned, not quite understanding what even happened in the first place. Was she sleeping like that too? But what exactly made her wake up? And if so, did it mean others would wake up too? And yet according to the curse casted on Snow White, a true love kiss was the only remedy.

Yuu touched her lips absentmindedly as if trying to grasp if she was awakened by a kiss, but the imperturbable silence was her only companion.

“Ha… how am I supposed to solve this, Fairy Godmother?” Yuu sighed but straightened her back and decided to look around once more.

Just when she threw a glance at the stairs, a sudden commotion was heard somewhere outside of the hall.

Yuu withdrew her magic wand, making it disappear in the air with bright golden sparkles, and turned to the main door framed with gold. It was better not to expose her magic abilities right at the moment in the place, surroundings of which were not identified.

The door opened and revealed a group of people cheerfully chatting about something, and when Yuu distinguish an old man leading the group and made an assumption he apparently was the leader, she concentrated her hearing abilities and managed to hear their conversation.

“We’ve never reached the number of almost one hundred first years!” The man said quite proudly. “Almost one hundred young extremely talented individuals…”

The further conversation was cut off abruptly due to the group coming closer to Yuu herself. For a mere moment Yuu found herself lost in their happy sounds of talking. Her smile became nostalgic and rather bittersweet of a flavor, sympathizing the lack of having a person to chat with.

It’s been so long since she has seen Fairy Godmother not in her dreams but in real life.

“... Excuse me?”

Right, she shouldn’t have loosen her focus. Yuu blinked at the man who stood in front of her surrounded by a large number of other people.

“What the…”

“The coffin is broken?!”

“How in the world did someone manage to break it?!”

“No way, is she a girl?!”

“In all-boys school? I wouldn’t be so sure…”

Yuu smiled sheepishly, absolutely confused. All-boys school?! God, what was happening? Yuu tried to remain calm despite the commotion she was causing right at the moment.

The very first rule Fairy Godmother taught her was not to lie. The rule never seemed vague to her, even if the second one was not to tell anyone of her origins. Yuu thought it was only logical, because it’s not like the Princesses wanted to know who she was and seemed happy enough after hearing that Yuu arrived to help.

After visiting many worlds, Yuu came to the conclusion that if someone is eager enough to ask her who she is, then she reveals only two things.

The first one is her name.

“... Good evening, child,” a tall old man approached her, ignoring the whispers of other apparently teachers telling to be more careful, and smiled at her genuinely. “Please, do not worry. Would you be willing to tell us who you are? I am Ambrose the 63rd, the headmaster of this Academy.”

Yuu nodded and came a bit closer, realizing she was almost hiding behind the remains of the coffin she broke.

“I sincerely apologize for the damage I caused,” she bowed deeply, not noticing wide-eyed students. “My name is Yuu.”

“Yuu…” Ambrose repeated when she raised up. “Alright, Yuu. What happened here?”

“Ah..” She looked at the headmaster once more, then glanced at other students gathered here, thinking what she should say from now on. “I think I was asleep and then fell from the… coffin right here, which made me awake. Not long after that you came.”

“I see,” he replied, flickering his fingers and repairing the glassy lid as if no effort was implemented. “You’re quite eager to start the studying year, aren’t you?”

The headmaster smiled at her, and Yuu couldn’t help but reciprocate this smile.

“... I think I am,” she answered vaguely. The people here were exceptionally suspicious of her.

Even if they all smiled at her with a small number of students who were observing her carefully or seemed indifferent, they still weren’t quite eager to welcome her in this world, unlike the Princesses she’s met before.

“I’ll investigate the issue right after we finish the ceremony,” Ambrose told someone who stood next to him and nodded. “Now, please wait here.”

The headmaster and the group of five other people which apparently consisted of school staff went up to the ladder. Suddenly coffin lids started moving by itself in an opening way, floating midair and allowing peacefully sleeping students to finally wake up. Yuu gasped and then sighed in relief, genuinely happy that they weren’t under a curse spell or worse…

“Dear students!” Ambrose exclaimed when everyone woke up, thus making everyone go silent. “I am everlastingly happy to congratulate you with this very precious moment of starting your new school year. School is just one little step in the ladder of your lives, and yet remember that it is also one of the most important steps.

The students were quite excited to welcome the headmaster and couldn’t refrain from small talks, and Yuu also was exceedingly happy to hear people laugh and show their emotions so openly.

Someone’s hand brushed against hers accidentally, and the person apologized quickly before turning to their friend, but Yuu stared at her hand as if there was something on it. An ephemeral warmth on the back of her hand was so unfamiliar and foreign to her that she parted her lips and wanted to ask the person to touch her once more, but then the headmaster said that he will be calling people one by one by their names, and when you hear your name, you need to go up there.

All the students that the headmaster mentioned as ‘first years’ went up to him, and Yuu was watching them almost rushing up to there. Yuu wondered what was there that they hurried up with an uncovered excitement blooming on their faces.

“Seems like this year won’t be too tough for my dorm,” Yuu heard someone from the crowd of students that didn’t go up to the headmaster.

She was foreign to the concept of school itself. She heard some of the Princesses received a proper education but it was private. And public schools? How were the classes divided? How old were the first years? What do you get at the end of studying? How long do you need to study and—

“Good for you!” The other person’s voice was full of emotions and seemed rather young. “Mine feels like an explosion right now…”

And just right when Yuu was about to turn and witness two people talking, Ambrose called for her, the only remaining ‘first year’ student.

“Yuu,” the headmaster said. “Please come here.”

One little step in the ladder of your lives…

When Yuu went up to the headmaster, she bowed to him once more in order to show her gratitude for their cordial attitude expressed to her, an alien in this world, and gasped when she saw the one exact reason why everyone went here.

A sword.

Crimson roses twined around a heavy-handled silver sword with a mirror-like sheen. Yuu widened her eyes when she saw her reflection, and again, not in the mirror. She was unwilling to resist the extraordinary pull that this sword exuded, and unconsciously took a step forward, but immediately retreated when she felt the same aura build up that she felt from the mirror in her own estate.

“Now, please state your name to Excalibur,” Ambrose advised her, suggesting to step closer with a gentle gesture.

“My name is Yuu,” she said, concentrating her gaze on the sword apparently named Excalibur, and felt how her heart did an unexpected flip in her chest.

“Yuu…” The sword replied as Yuu jolted. A talking weapon?! “The soul of thine…”

A silence lingering in the air was ephemerally tranquil and peaceful but felt as aeon passing.

“Strange,” someone from the school staff whispered to the headmaster. “It’s usually not this long.”

“Tell me about it,” said another person who Yuu thought was a teacher.

Excalibur remained silent while shining so beautifully that Yuu couldn’t avert her gaze or concentrate on other students starting to ask what was wrong.

“Is something the matter?” Ambrose asked, looking rather worried.

“The soul of this young lady… it is uncertain.”

“YOUNG LADY?!”

“Hey, I thought it was just a pretty-looking boy?!!!”

“NO BECAUSE SHE’S A REAL BEAUTY??”

“But this is an all-boys school!”

“There must be a mistake, right?”

“Just how in the world…”

“Is her soul shape undefined because she’s a girl???”

“I don’t think that’s the case…”

Yuu drew her hands to the chest, turning around and seeing a crowd of young boys fussing over her gender reveal. A confused look on her face couldn’t escape Ambrose’s focused gaze locked on her.

“Dear students!” He exclaimed, trying to invoke the silence but a bunch of teenagers realizing there was a girl appeared hard to control all at once. “Oh…”

“Please continue,” said one of the teachers. Yuu threw a quick glance at him, noticing dark brown silky hair locks cascading on his cheeks when he bent over to whisper to the headmaster. “We’ll handle the rest. You should pay extra attention to the girl.”

Yuu frowned. It was getting more complicated with every second possible. She felt tired but the main goal was clear — she needed to know why she came here in the first place.

When other teachers helped the one who talked to the headmaster coordinating students and Yuu and Ambrose were the only ones standing before the sword, she swallowed nervously.

“Uhm… Mister Ambrose the 63rd, may I ask, is there something wrong with me?”

Ambrose turned to her, giving her a reassuring smile, and patted her head.

A hand. A warm and caring hand caused her to bite her lip to hold the excitement growing in her.

“Worry not, lady Yuu,” he replied. “Everything’s alright.”

“Are you sure?.. It seems the sword doesn’t… feel happy to see me.”

“Nonsense,” Ambrose chuckled softly. “The only thing that worries me is your eyes full of overwhelming sadness.”

Just when Yuu parted her lips to answer, the sword suddenly awakened, radiating a warm light.

“The lady wields a powerful magic within her,” it said. “Yet no current dormitory suits her soul shape. Therefore it would be wise to arrange her to the long-forgotten one.”

“Long-forgotten…” Ambrose repeated after the sword. “Do you mean…”

“The lady belongs to Sidhery.”

Belongs.

‘Belongs’ was a strange word to Yuu. To belong somewhere meant that there was a place where she could return to and be welcomed. Yuu entered this realm for the very first time, and yet was there really something she could have returned to? Was there someone who waited for her? No, that wasn’t the case, it couldn’t be unless there was a Princess who was captured and needed to be rescued.

Yuu almost forgot her main goal and her own role. Princesses’ worlds resembled soap bubbles — they were fragile and restrained, limited dimensions where only Yuu could have seen the end. Princesses were oblivious that they live within a fairytale, they never tried to step out of the path paved for them. If they were destined to meet the Princes, then they couldn’t break the law of the fairytales and reach a dead end like Yuu did in their realms.

Which meant if there were a place she could belong to, she would find its dead end soon, too.

Yuu looked at the headmaster whose eyes widened at the sword’s words and frowned.

“Yuu,” Ambrose turned to her, bending over slightly, his eyes right in front of hers. “Would you mind explaining who you are in more detail in my office, please? It seems this is a rather complicated case.”

“Yes.”

Yuu bowed to the sword before following the headmaster who seemed a bit amused with her mannerisms, and then opened the door leading to another hall covered in darkness.

With every headmaster’s step, candelabras on the walls were lightening up, revealing cabinets filled with peculiar vials and curious-looking things. The marble floor thudded with their footsteps, and when Yuu glanced up at the ceiling, she saw sumptuous chandeliers with myriads of brilliant drops of crystal.

Her curiosity knew no boundaries, but she tried to refrain from coming closer and observing the beauty of the magic academy she got in, following the headmaster with small steps. Ambrose chuckled at her uncovered interest sparkling with a cheerful light in her eyes.

“Ladies first.” He opened the door before her and smiled.

“Ah, no need to…” Yuu answered, confused because of the cordial politeness he expressed, but still proceeded further after Ambrose gestured to her to enter his office.

She breathed in enthusiastically, drawing her hands to her lips as she entered the headmaster's office. The marble floor gave way to a brick-colored surface of red oak, over which was spread a huge azure carpet with gilded patterns resembling lotus flowers. On the carpet was a table the same color as the floor, and was surrounded by three long couches with aquamarine upholstery. Wall-to-wall window frames allowed the rays of the setting sun to freely invade the study, illuminating the tall bookshelves crammed with a wide variety of books.

Yuu looked up, trying to carefully examine the ledges of the mezzanines, on which climbing plants were located, wrapping around the railing in an openwork net. Her gaze couldn't catch on to one thing, and Yuu hesitated as Ambrose moved on down a small staircase leading to an extension of the office, in the center of which was a huge grandfather clock; Yuu saw similar ones in Cinderella's mansion. Behind the clock were transparent glass shutters, which the headmaster opened with a light wave of his magic wand, and led Yuu to his desk. Objects lay neatly on the surface, but at the same time seemed to have a life of their own. The teapot seemed to perk up, beginning a leisurely dance as the china cups playfully tapped as they hurriedly went onto their saucers.

Cozy atmosphere differed drastically from her own mansion covered in darkness, the lights were cold and almost deadly unwelcoming. Yuu threw a glance on the chair before Ambrose told her to take a seat and offered a cup of tea.

The headmaster's office was filled with the aroma of strong tea, poppy seed buns, and gingerbread cookies with honey. Yuu allowed herself to close her eyes for a moment and enjoy the variety of smells of food and treats.

“Is the office to your liking?” He asked, making sure the tea isn’t too hot so she won’t burn her fragile fingers.

“Yes, it is!!” She answered eagerly before realizing she sounded too loud, and apologized. “I-I’m sorry…”

“No need to be sorry, child,” Ambrose smiled at her. “Now, please, let’s talk. Do not worry, I will not harm you. You’re safe here in RSA. Could have been worse if you ended up in… No, forgive me.”

“Yes?..”

Outside the window, the dreary cry of seagulls was heard. Was there a sea nearby?

“So, Yuu. I believe you noticed that our Royal Sword Academy is a school for boys only. Do you know how the enrolling system works?”

“I’m afraid I don’t.”

“Depending on the magic abilities of the student, a pumpkin and mice appear and turn into a sparkling coach with four white horses and take the student,” Ambrose explained.

Yuu’s eyes widened. A pumpkin turning into a coach? It was Fairy Godmother’s magic!! Yuu leaned forward with an interest and a genuine excitement. Was her Mother here?!

“I can tell you hear this information for the first time?” Yuu nodded. She knew how to turn a pumpkin into a coach but she wasn’t sure if it was what happened to her and was quite reluctant to reveal she went here willingly through a mirror in her mansion. “Then Yuu, I have a question. Would you please answer honestly?”

Yuu was hesitant. Her whole body trembled at the mere thought of lying to such a wonderful and kind person who showed only cordiality to her, but at the same time she never told Princesses the purpose of her visit. They never asked, yes, and yet it felt wrong to reveal all the cards in her sleeve yet.

“... I will try,” she didn’t want to lie in the end.

“I see,” Ambrose nodded. “You may have your secrets, child, I won’t harm you as I’ve already mentioned. My goal is to help you escape from the predicament you happened to be trapped in.”

Predicament? Trapped? Yuu wasn’t sure if the wording was correct but decided to let it be as it is.

“The very fact you’re a female makes your staying here quite complicated for us,” he started to explain, taking a sip of the tea. “But even if Excalibur made a mistake, it wouldn't assign you to a certain dormitory. You see, Yuu,” she chuckled softly at the rhyme. “Dormitories in our school serve not only as facilities for living there during the studying. Students are sorted according to their magic abilities and soul shapes.”

“Soul shapes?” She repeated.

“Yes, exactly. For example, students that have demonstrated bravery throughout their lives are assigned to a one dorm, but students that know no boundaries and are eager to curiously observe the world are sorted into another dorm.”

Yuu listened to the explanation, nodding from time to time.

“The dorm you were assigned to, Sidhery…” Ambrose massaged his temples with his fingers, and she wanted to apologize for being quite a burden at the moment, but he stopped her with a gentle smile, suggesting she should drink some tea, and she followed. “It is an abandoned dormitory. I have no records of what it was founded on.”

Yuu smiled bitterly. She never should have thought that she could belong somewhere, and this was the proof.

“No magic traces were also spotted,” he added. “I’m afraid… we should send you home, Yuu.”

Yuu tensed. She came here for answers and couldn’t just leave without obtaining them. Her very meaning of existence was helping out others, but did she help someone? No, the only thing she did was cause inconveniences to people.

But then again, she often used to return to her own realm whenever she visited Princesses in theirs. Yuu bit her lip, trying to come up with a plan instantly. Thoughts were whirling in her mind, causing her to take a deep breath in order to try sorting them out.

Coming back home for a retreat didn’t sound so bad. The mirror through which she came here won’t disappear until she solves the main problem of this world, so if she returns home for a moment and then comes back, maybe not here in RSA but somewhere else within this world, then she might obtain more information.

“Yes, I understand,” she finally answered. “Please tell me what to do.”

“First let us return to the Excalibur.”

Yuu nodded and they came back to the place of which Yuu thought of as a ballroom, and came closer to the sword.

“Now, Excalibur,” Ambrose called. “Please let this child return to where she belongs.”

Yuu frowned again. Did she… really belong to where she came from?

“State your name and the place where you came from,” the headmaster told her and Yuu nodded reluctantly.

Was it wise to reveal?

“My name is Yuu,” she took a deep breath. “I came from the Fairy Queendom.”

Yuu heard Ambrose gasping but remained her gaze fixated on the sword, not noticing the headmaster’s eyes widening.

“I know no place named Fairy Queendom,” the sword replied, as if sentencing Yuu to death.

“How come?..” Ambrose asked, flickering fingers and creating a wave of light sparkles. “Excalibur, send this child to the Fairy Queendom.”

“There’s no such place.”

“Child,” Ambrose knelt before her on one knee, grabbing her by the shoulders and looking into her eyes. “Are you sure this is the place you came from?”

“I am sure, headmaster, but…”

“To be completely honest, I know no such place either. I have knowledge of my ancestors, and I’m afraid even if I search this name in the books I have in my property, I won’t find anything regarding the Fairy Queendom. Please elaborate.”

“I-I… Please let me try it myself once more.”

Yuu summoned her magic wand and concentrated on visualizing the place where she came from. A beautiful garden she took care of, a variety of flowers surrounded by her little helpers, Sprites that would be, the dark starless sky upfolding above her head, and her mansion with majestic towering columns.

The transfer between different worlds spell was silent and wordless, but required a lot of visualization from the magician. Yuu remembered every crack on the brick walls, every thorn embracing the wicket, every Sprite and every butterfly flying around. Magic was accumulating under her skin, sending an electrical impulse down her spine, but she jolted when a shock wave almost paralyzed her, causing Yuu to drop her magic wand and fall on her knees.

“Child!!” Ambrose rushed to her. “What are you doing?! Are you okay?”

“Y-yes, no need to worry. It seems… I can’t… return home yet…”

Genuine worry appeared on her face, revealing how unprepared for this outcome she was. Her hands trembled not because of the failed spell, but because of a panic crawling within, tangling her stomach and making her shiver. No way. There was no way she couldn’t come back, it never happened before, then why!..

“It is unwise to send back home a student who was accepted,” the sword said, radiating a warm light. “Student Yuu should start her studyings here and proceed until she graduates.”

“But she was assigned to Sidhery!” Ambrose exclaimed. “How in the world…”

Yuu bowed deeply, not raising even when Ambrose told her to do so.

“I apologize for causing you trouble. If there is punishment for me, then I am willing to accept it.”

“Child, what are you saying,” the headmaster came closer to her. “You’re just as confused as we all are. Moreover, Excalibur is right. I can’t neglect you once you are accepted here. From now on, you are a full student of the Royal Sword Academy.”

Yuu couldn’t register what happened next. She felt how strong yet loveable hands enveloped her in a warm embrace, and she tensed without realizing. Why would a person who saw her for the first time in his life, to whom she caused an unbelievable amount of troubles, — hug her?..

“I…”

“But,” Ambrose said, still not letting go of her, moreover tightening his hug. “I believe I need to report to the government about you.”

Yuu jolted, escaping the hug and already missing the parental warmth of the headmaster. No, no… Previously she never contacted someone who wasn’t a Princess. Or at least a Villain. But the government?.. Fairy Godmother never told her what the government even was, Yuu remembered learning the term from… Was it Esmeralda?

“No need to worry, you’re under my protection from now on. I won’t report until I observe your case myself, child,” Ambrose reassured her, but Yuu found herself biting her lip in hesitance.

“Yuu, listen to me. I won’t harm you. Ever. Nothing will happen while you stay under my protection. Now, let me show you your dormitory, alright?”

“Yes, headmaster…”

Yuu was tired but she had no right to retreat or rest yet. She nodded and followed the headmaster.

Soon they were in a room resembling a library. A grimoire levitated in the center under the bright light of the setting sun. The headmaster warned Yuu that she'd better hold his hand if she wasn't used to traveling through mirrors. Yuu nodded, deciding that being an alien, she'd better follow his advice despite being more than familiar with the mirror surface.

“Take us to Sidhery,” Ambrose whispered, and the grimoire opened a certain page. Yuu managed to catch ‘Once upon a time…’ written at the very beginning of a damp yellowed page. How peculiar! Even transportation to the dormitory resembled a fairytale.

A large mirror appeared before them, paving a path strewn with little golden stars forming constellations of different kinds. Yuu took her first step with a beaming curiosity, almost forgetting to never let go of the headmaster’s hand. He smiled at her, finding her personality resembling a mischievous child's.

A light breeze enveloped her as soon as her hand plunged into the watery surface of the mirror, and as soon as she opened her eyes again, she and the director found themselves on a spacious slope. Yuu stared in fascination at the huge clock tower rising in front of her, and watched the hurried movement of the second hand on the dial. The headmaster graciously suggested that she proceed forward, opening the heavy front doors for her, and overhanging chandeliers, resembling street lamps more, immediately lit up the hall with light.

“Headmaster… I’m not sure if this is a dormitory.”

“Indeed,” he nodded, stepping in with his steps echoing in the empty hall. “You’re right. It is no longer a dormitory. To be more precise, I can’t recall when it was a dorm, but according to the notes left by my ancestors, there were two more buildings attached to the main clock tower but happened to be destroyed. The building is used mainly for ringing bells determining the time. It rings at midnight and notifies that the period has started or ended. I am sorry to cause you such an inconvenience, but you will hear the bell ringing during your stay.”

“Ah, that is alright,” Yuu reassured, following the headmaster. “I will manage.”

“I don’t feel right forcing you to stay here when you’re a little lost child but there’s no other way out yet…” Ambrose frowned. “Alright, Yuu, this is your room from now on.”

A perfectly made bed with a red oak table across from it, several bookcases, a closet, and a full wall window just to the left of the bed. Enough to settle here for a while.

“You’re free to go upstairs to the clock tower main room, but please refrain from touching anything there. One of the school staff will visit it once a week to make sure everything’s alright, he will let you know when he’ll visit beforehand.” Yuu nodded. “Regarding other needs, such as food and clothes…”

“I can’t own you more things, headmaster… There’s no need in spending money on me more than it’s necessary.”

“Just where did you learn to behave like that, child?” Ambrose sighed without any malice. “You need at least a school uniform set suited for you. I’ll let our tailor know that you need a skirt and a blouse—”

“Skirt? Why?” Yuu blinked, not quite understanding why put so much effort into making her feel comfortable. “I can wear this uniform I am wearing right now.”

“As much as I understand your politeness, child, it is unwise to use this uniform. This one is suited for special occasions only. You can’t wear it during school activities.”

“Ah… I understand… But there’s no need to sew a skirt for me! I believe there will be trousers the size of mine… If anything, I can sew it myself if provided with the right patterns.”

“Alright, alright,” Ambrose chuckled. “Trousers it is. But as for the food and other necessities, I will provide you with a decent amount of money needed. You girls love to buy a lot of fancy things, right?..”

“Fancy things?” Yuu repeated, seeming rather puzzled at the statement. “No need, headmaster. Being able to buy food is already a huge privilege, I don’t feel right borrowing from you…”

“School uniform sets and food. It’s settled then.”

The headmaster preferred to ignore her fixated gaze and a small pout.

“Let’s talk tomorrow, child,” he said. “Now suit yourself and get some rest, alright?”

“Yes… thank you very much for your concern and everything you did for me.”

“Sleep well.”

Yuu fell on the bed right when he left, leaving her all alone. She snapped her fingers, summoning a familiar pink butterfly, and let corners of her lips curve upwards.

The day was tough. Yuu tried to grasp the gist of what happened during the start of her adventure, not noticing her facial expression became confused, and a slight glimpse of fatigue was seen in her eyes. She got up, following the butterfly she summoned right to the closet, opening it and sighing in relief when a nightgown was found. She didn’t know if it was used by someone before, but decided to leave the closer observation of her surroundings for later, summoning her magic wand. Doing chores with magic wasn't a complicated process, all that was required was her imagination of how the clothes would look if they were clean and dry. Even if a plain white nightgown seemed clean already, Yuu needed it to be exceptionally neat and have a sweet fragrance.

While changing into fresh clothes, she also thought it would be wise to not use her own magic in public too much until she understands how it works here in the first place. Princesses were mostly unaware of magic presence in their lives until it was suddenly revealed. Come to think of it, Princesses mainly didn’t have magic at all. People who possessed sorcery were mainly villains. The other way to obtain magic or its impact was to be cursed by evil forces.

She saw Ambrose using magic. It looked a bit similar to the methods she used herself, yet felt different. Her magic resembled a gentle lullaby, a tender whisper full of care and warmth, when Ambrose’s magic seemed more persistent. The way his brows twitched before he casted a spell made Yuu think he was concentrating on gathering his energy or magic flows—if there were any—in his veins before mentally shaping a spell and vivify it.

Her own magic was like a second skin, her most dearest companion and even friend. Yuu didn’t know how it should have been portrayed in a correct way since Fairy Godmother never told her, only teaching her how the magic can be controlled and to what categories spells are divided into. Yuu was a girl eager for knowledge, thus she did magic research herself, once casting a wrong spell and turning her beloved Sprites into the Imps and putting Princesses into danger.

“Argh! This is so embarrassing…” She talked to herself, burying her head in a pillow, covering herself with a thin blanket.

Her task was to save someone. Normally there was a Princess, frail and poor, waiting for the Fairy Godmother to come and save her, but Yuu haven’t seen her overseer for over a hundred years herself.

“I miss her so bad,” she told the butterfly who danced around, its wings flattering silently. “I wonder if she’s okay…”

Then again, she never changed her clothes when transferred into another world, so this case was exceptional. Moreover, the fact that she couldn’t return to the Fairy Queendom was extremely concerning, causing Yuu to swallow nervously and—

The clock struck midnight, but Yuu heard a commotion outside of the room, as if something just crushed or fell on the floor.

“What the?!”

Yuu jumped from the bed, instantly summoning her magic wand in case something dangerous happened, and approached the door barefooted. She blinked, focusing on the hearing, but no sounds were produced. She opened the door just enough for the butterfly to fly away and return ten seconds after.

“Everything’s alright?” She asked her little helper, and when the butterfly made a low flip, Yuu nodded. “No, it’s okay, don’t worry. I’ll manage.”

Understanding voiceless creatures was one of her best abilities, and after watching her butterfly closely, Yuu realized that there was someone but the little creature couldn’t register who exactly and what they were doing.

Yuu proceeded further, standing right at the corridor centre, and was ready to defend. Attack if needed.

A silhouette appeared at the end of the corridor, but Yuu couldn’t catch how in the world did she miss the arrival in the first place. It felt as if they materialized right in the air.

A person was approaching her with an insane speed of running, and when she heard their steps just right next to her, she turned around and almost bumped into a boy before dodging him and sending a butterfly to chase him.

“Oh dear, oh dear!!”

A boy with medium-length, copper-colored hair flashed past her, leaving behind a bright scent of fresh herbs and ozonated air, as if he had recently been caught in the rain, was dressed in a blue pajamas and ended up almost tripping on her foot, turning around for a split second and closing his mouth to say something, but then he came to his senses.

He threw a quick glance at her, and the second after proceeded uncontrollable “WHAAA!”, the boy slid across the hallway. The scrunchie that barely held back the small ponytail came loose from his hair, and his curls blew across his face, disheveled, getting into his eyes and catching on his long lashes.

The boy cursed rather poetically and dodged the wall lamp with virtuosity when he finally managed to scatter strands of his hair to the sides, revealing his beautiful eyes glowing blue in the moonlight.

The marble floors were slippery enough to inadvertently tuck one’s foot on them, but the smell of dampness that wafted in a slight trail after the boy’s silhouette, indicated that he got soaked somewhere under the rain before he got here.

The boy rode across the floor and collapsed on it, preventing a painful fall with his hand and tipping over on a soft spot, and then instantly jumped up and rushed on, as if nothing had happened.

He turned back once more, and hasty fear flashed in his eyes, and he rushed further away.

“I shall be too late!!” He said drawlingly. “Or was it Oh my ears and whiskers? I’m late, I’m late I’m late!.. Hehe!” He said playfully, as if quoting someone… something?

“Am I dreaming..?”

Yuu asked herself when she saw a giant hole appearing right on the floor, and the boy jumped right into it, disappearing with a flash.

She was so bewildered and disoriented for a second that she didn’t notice another person apparently chasing (Yuu would say casually taking a stroll than chasing actually) after the boy. A man, looking older than the boy but still seeming quite young, was approaching Yuu (though showing zero interest in her) and trying to catch up with the fleeing student. She was mesmerized as she noticed long silky hair flowing down his shoulders and back, and... did it reach the floor?!

“I suggest you stop~”

A suddenly youthful and charming voice made Yuu stop instead of the boy who was already out of her sight.

“Oh, good evening, young lady, see you tomorrow,” Yuu blinked at the sudden greeting and just nodded incomprehensibly. “I See the Light!!”

Yuu couldn’t grasp what the hell was upfolding before her but decided to let it be and… enjoy the mess?.. She then heard the boy screaming somewhere down the hole and blinked twice. Or thrice.

The person jumped right in the closing hole and the second he fell down continuing screaming something to the boy, the hole closed, leaving no traces of it.

The butterfly she summoned returned to her, expressing emotions not so different from her own.

“Was I hallucinating just now? In any case, let’s ask the headmaster tomorrow…”

She returned to her room, trying to analyze what she saw and draw a conclusion, but a shadow of fatigue towered above her, lulling her to sleep. Right when she closed her eyes, ready to be taken into Morpheus’s gentle embrace, she felt something foreign right at her left.

She snapped her eyes open and saw a flying head and one arm in front of her, screaming in horror. A hand reached for her ear, brushing it slightly before Yuu could register what was happening and jumped from the bed once again, taking a defense pose and frowning.

“Good nyavning~ Nice pointy ears, by the nyay~”

This day happened to be never ending.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #rsa #rsa x reader #chenya #artemiy artemiyevich pinker #twst x yuu

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doctorbeth · 1 year

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A Romper Room Doll

Sometimes patients have had many and serious surgeries before they come to the hospital. Such was the case with this purple checked doll. She had been recovered at some point in the 80s, but now, as her person wrote "I think at this point, every area is a problem area." Here are her diagnosis photos:

And this is what she would have looked like originally (it isn't her, it's a twin):

Fortunately, I knew we could match her checks quite closely, but not her dress. Her person was fine with that though, she could have her own fashion sense. :-) We agreed that the doll would come to the hospital and I would remove her old layers, then add stuffing as needed, recover her, give her new hair, reembroider her smile, replace her button nose and eyes, and then give her a new dress. No spa for the doll.

Surgery proceeded and in due course, she was feeling much better and ready to make some fashion choices:

(her person's reaction was "Oh my gosh she is beautiful!!! She is exactly the same, just a much better version. Absolutely perfect! I am so glad I found you! ")

There were many fabrics to choose from (we were keeping the dress style the same). Velours and calicos and hearts:

White with pink dots (a flannel) was the chosen fabric. Soon, she was sporting her new dress and ready to fly home:

Her person wrote:

She is soooooo cute! Perfect, perfect, perfect! I love the dress. At first I wasn’t going to have you make it, but I’m sure glad I did. You’ve gone above and beyond the expectations I had!

But that wasn't the end of the story... the doll returned home just after Thanksgiving and her person wrote again:

I wanted you to know that I received my doll the day after thanksgiving. The pictures you sent were one thing, but when I saw her in person, I couldn’t believe my eyes. The details! The stitching! The extra little touches! When I had her recovered so many years ago, I could have cried. I think I actually did cry. She wasn’t my doll anymore and she looked like she would fall apart again. Not only have you restored to to what she originally was, you have also made her look indestructible. You are like a fairy godmother. The world needs more special people in it like you! I honestly can’t say thank you enough.

And one last note... when I started making dolls, I made lots of fairy godmothers, because I thought everyone should have a fairy godmother -- I even had it as the logo for the dolls I made! So for someone to say what I do is "like a fairy godmother"... well it's one of the nicest things anyone could ever say.

I hope all of you have your dreams come true... with or without fairy godmothers.

#doll repair #doll hospital #cloth doll #cloth doll repair #romper room doll #cloth doll hospital #doll clothes

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univemma · 1 year

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Never forget what they took from us

Prince Holt seen on the Threaderella box. THE BLUE FLAMES??!!? HELLO I KNOW HES ALREADY BLUE SO IT MAY HAVE LOOKED BAD BUT STILL!

And WHILE I AM ON THE TOPIC

The big bad wolf Heath and, even more importantly (in my mind), FAIRY GODMOTHER ABBEY. Would've loved a bit more from the design and maybe them not intending to make her into a doll is why its a bit basic, literally just her normal outfit added onto, but still.

But yeah, Prince Holt AND JACKSON. Robbed

Also yes i know the blue flame holt design is just box art and there IS that image of holt n frankie from the threaderella story and i cant find it rn but you get my point. And just because the blue is only an art choice for the box doesn't mean i cant want it LMAOO

Anyway Prince Holt and Jackson could've slayed

#that blue holt gives vibes of that one cancelled heath doll #you know the two pack with abbey and the blue hair #wouldve slayed #anyway hi all i do is talk about jackson and holt #and complain about how sidelines they were for being such interesting characters #monster high #jackson jekyll #holt hyde #scarily ever after #is that what the lines called i cant remember??

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firespirited · 3 months

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everywhere but here, I am the mom.

not the 'mom friend', not fun aunt or godmother, the big sister type you go to when you're at the end of your tether and you need a mom to clean up something nasty, kill a spider, unload on someone who can handle it and not make it about them, help you pull the trigger on a hard decision you've already taken but haven't accepted. I make things happen, I connect people, I do mediation and emotional prep; I tell people their full options and help them weigh it all up. You were pondering it for a while but you left here with a lawyer's appointment and a loan we both know is a 'pay it forward' gift. I carry the secrets and the bad memories so it makes sense you move on without me when all's well. The big sister thing means I feel like family and shelter but not really like an everyday friend

Here, I get to be Saffy, bit of a klutz, silly brained with a childlike wonder for creatures and well-designed things who can talk about fear of crowds, slowly healing the relationship with my own mum, I watch horror and post about my dog. That's who I want to be, a large facet of who I am internally buuut life rarely fits the idea we have of ourselves does it?

Part of repairing the imbalanced relationship with mum was letting her do some protective mothering so i can fill the desperate ache to have one person in the world who has my back, while making my support of her more streamlined and unspoken. You know the concept of the toilet paper fairy who makes loo roll appear and always knows when to buy more, that but for groceries, electronics and paperwork, and big decisions we carry together but it has to be very businesslike and unemotional: she's as much a big sweetheart as she is fiercely independent (and ashamed/angry her daughter had to carry half the load). So now she's the one who notices or who I go to when the world has asked me to be The Mom again.

I imagine it's a lot like gay penguins: there's an ecological vacuum of big sister-mom types and some of us just have the vibes.

This winter I've done a metric ton of non-judgmental, non-condescending temporary 'parenting' of women with parents who are gone or who can't handle it and friends who aren't friends-for-that-kinda-thing. I'm really good at it, at weathering a storm for someone and being an anchor. It doesn't hurt any more because mum can be an emotional mum to me.

but I'm never sure how to talk about it here between dolls and shitposts and if i'm not specific... I mean... "chronically ill/special needs person currently or previously in abusive relationship with parent/partner who takes a while to realize and accept abuse isn't just fists but sleep depravation and symptom minimization and all sorts of tiny things that add up to life-threatening injury to the body and mind" applies to many of us dollblr folks as it does like 80% of my social circle offline.

and there's no way of saying that being around some folks is like experiencing a slow motion train wreck without sounding like an asshole.

I am that asshole.

I am goatsed out and want to be a hermit.

Did I tell you guys my doctor vented for 45 minutes about having to put her "dumbass hysterical" sister (deaf and never put in school) into care and the paperwork involved in getting disability (the thing that took me 14 years and she got her sister's transferred in 3 weeks). and I truly empathize but that wasn't very professional and your sister is a person. please.

and I can't cut M out of my life now that her kid is, as predicted, like her (and the facebook-chosen not-yet-divorced deadbeat-dad of 3 special needs kids), an adorable barely verbal two-year-old. She won't be able to navigate special needs care alone but she's still staunchly anti-vax and had a diatribe of ableism mixed with mystical pseudoscience for me, interspersed with thanks for being more family to her than her sister in helping her know how to leave a bad relationship. hokay not making this easy.

S is going to be on the hook for tax evasion if she stays with the shady useless guy she's been babying (and resenting) for 20 years solely because she doesn't like to do activities alone. three times now I've been cornered for the vent sesh. I am sitting on the floor the next time, I need blood in my brain to emote properly. and that unneutered bulldog living in the south is a crime, it can't breathe it can't think, it's all hormones and anxiety covered in fur, of course it's a nuisance around the house.

and there's more but i'm tired of typing and thinking.

#saf #rambling #rants #personal

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flwersgarden · 2 years

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hi could you do an Elvis fic where she’s kinda shy and a little?

notes: of course, my dear! i actually love doing this kind of fics because i, myself, am a shy little and it's so comforting for me to do this so thank u very much for this request <3 also this is kind of messy because ideas were just appearing in my head soooo.... yeahhhh 🥸🥸

disclaimer: this fic is little!reader with daddy!elvis (basically little space) so if you're not into that, pls keep ur hate for yourself, you will look stupid bc i will just ignore you and move on- i advice you to do the same! :)

“ doll? ” elvis asked as he entered Graceland with a pink bag in his hand. “ dear god. ” he muttered under his breath as he caught how the living room was.

a big mess. it looked like a fairy godmother just burst into the room.

pink glitter in the ground, toys on the couch and ik the coffee table, pastel ribbons hanging from the roof and painted paper glued to the wall.

“ doll! ” he screamed as he looked around for you, tripping with a ballerina bear on the ground as he tried to walk to the kitchen. “ gahdammit. ” he cursed as he left the pink bag on the table next to him.

“ daddy! ”

your soft cute voice was angelic for his ears, even if right now he was thinking in how to scold you without being mean. he knows you are in your little space, if the mess wasn't enough, the way you jumped up and down at the sight of him made him aware of it.

“ hey, baby. ” he softly said, crouching to pick you up and hold you in his arms. his strong arms who you loved to hold whenever you felt scared.

you just giggled, your cheek pressed in his shoulder as you enjoyed the smell of his cologne.

“ doll, i need to talk to ya'. ”

you separated yourself from him a bit, your hands in his shoulders as you pouted at the voice he was using.

“ what? ”

“ come on. ” he walked right to the mess on the living room, you just excitedly jumped in his arms.

“ oh, yes! my pink party! we're not done yet tho-. ”

“ no baby, it's done. ”

you looked at him with a confused frown. “ what ya' mean? ”

“ baby. ” he left you on the ground, his arms on his waist. you tried to copy him but you just looked adorable. elvis had to suppress his smile for you to not think he wasn't mad. “ this is a mess. i let ya' do anything you want, right? ” a few minutes of silence. “ right? ”

oh, he expected an answer.

“ right. ”

“ good. but i have one rule. right? ” he raised his eyebrows, looking at you.

“ right. ”

“ hmh. what's that rule? ”

you pouted for a second, your hands now in your stomach, your eyes fixed in the way your fingers played with each other in a way to avoid his stern gaze. “ tonotdoamess. ” you quickly said.

“ what's that, pretty girl? ”

“ to not do a mess. ”

“ exactly. and what's this? ”

elvis pointed at the pink explosion on the living room.

“ a mess. ”

elvis nodded again, crossing his arms. “ y'know what that means? ”

you nod, walking to the room where you and elvis kept the cleaning tools; slowly grabbing the broom before walking to him again. now standing in front of him with the broom.

he softly smiled. “ such a good girl you are. ” he kissed your cheeks, his hands on your arms. “ and when you finish, imma give you a gift... and a bunch of kisses. ”

with that being said, flash could've been embarrassed at the speed you just run with.

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one of the things elvis also loves about you is your shyness. not only because you rely on him and that makes him feel important in your life but because he loved to see you flustered.

in one of the many occasions you were both hanging with his memphis mafia, you grew so flustered you actually had to leave his lap before you felt your face melting at the intensity of elvis' gaze, elvis' dirty words whispered in your ear, elvis' soft hands touching your thighs and, especially, everytime he would softly spank you when you stood up.

although, he only did this when you weren't in your little space.

when you were, he would just cuddle you, laughing when you'd hide your face in his neck at the fond gazes of everyone who looked at the both of you.

his memphis mafia actually liked you. yeah, they would be times where they would joke around but how could anyone not like you?

sometimes, they would tag along and play with you.

the most fond memory of little you was when you and elvis were hosting a tea party before jerry and his girl barged in, saying they had to record something soon and elvis wasn't in the studio for hours now.

“ oh, i forgot... ” elvis whispered. he looked kind of funny with a small pink full of glitter crown with a pink shiny makeup. he turned to look at you, who, oblivious as always, kept playing with your toys; serving a cup of tea to bear theo. “ look, would ya mind taking care of her for a bit- just while i'm telling steve to wait 'til tomorrow and that. ”

jerry knew about your little space, being elvis' most closest friend made him spend a lot of time with the both of you and it was bound to happen that he knew. besides, you trusted jerry and he was very accepting when elvis told him one day you were locked in your room, nervous of showing little you to jerry. as time passed, jerry grew to be one of your closes friend as well.

jerry and his girlfriend nodded, shrugging his shoulders. “ sure, man, don't worry. ”

elvis walked to you, explaining the situation as he best could whole jerry explained the same thing to his girlfriend before elvis left (with the makeup still on his face).

jerry's girlfriend walked to you, crouching to be at the same level as you were sitting. “ hey. ”

“ hey. ” you muttered, trying to distract yourself with fixing your ballerina dress.

she smiled. “ i am jerry's girlfriend, nice to meet ya, y/n. ” she held her hand.

you looked at it, slowly shaking it. afraid of being mocked by her.

jerry smiled as he approached you too. “ hey, little girl. what ya' up to? ”

at the familiar face you softly smiled, still shy at the sight of two people watching you play. “ we having a tea party. ”

“ ooh, that looks fun! ” jerry's girlfriend exclaimed, fixing her dress before looking at you again with a smile as he sat on the floor with you. “ would you mind if we join? i haven't had a tea party in years. ”

you brightly smiled, clapping excitedly as you quickly nodded. jerry started laughing before calming you down. “ okay, okay, don't do that too much. we don't want ep to tell us something about your headache. ”

the both of you laughed. and in that moment, your shyness disappeared. finding yourself actually enjoying sharing your toys and parties with them.

elvis came back to the three of you on the couch watching tv, a cartoon show illuminating the living room. he softly smiled at the sight of your tired pout and smudged makeup.

he would make fun of jerry for his painted face later.

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the shining sun and the clear sky was one of elvis' excuse to take you out today. he also had to thank god that not that many people interrupted the both of you on your date. he jokingly said it was really his free day.

you were wearing your pink and white outfit while he matched with a pink long sleeve shirt and white jeans.

both standing on the line for something to eat.

the screams of excited children made you look around, trying to find the next attraction on the fair to take elvis to.

but as you both were closer and closer to ordering, you felt yourself grow nervous.

you could see a lot of things you liked on the menu and it made you feel anxious at the thought of choosing one and then not liking it. not only would it ruin your appetite but you'd have to apologize to elvis for spending his money on something you didn't liked.

as only a couple were in front of you ordering, you pulled elvis' sleeves; making him look at you.

“ what is it, baby? ” he asked.

“ i- i don't know what to order. ” you truthfully said. you expected elvis to laugh and call you dramatic.

but you were wrong. he took it very seriously.

“ well, we can share something. i don't know, lemme see. ” he muttered the last part, squinting his eyes to see the menu. “ we can order some waffles with iced coffee- or with some iced chocolate. ”

he kept recommending things for the both of you to have until you looked at him instead of the menu.

“ what do you want? ” you softly asked him.

“ i wanted a sandwich- but i'd love to share with you, doll, really. i don't mind. ” he kissed your head, caressing your knuckles with his thumb in an attempt to soothe you.

“ no, no. order your sandwich. ” you smiled. “ i'll just have a burger. ”

elvis raised an eyebrow. “ you sure? we can share, baby-. ”

“ i'm sure. ” you kissed his arm before looking at the man who screamed 'NEXT!'.

elvis ordered for the both of you as he always has been, grabbing both and paying the order (even if you insisted in doing so).

and as you both walked to the next fair game, you took a bite of your burger. and your worst nightmare became true.

it tasted like shit.

not only did the bread tasted weird but the meat didn't had any flavor. you wanted to scream at the man that cooked this.

and you were about to complain to elvis. but the moment you saw how happy he was with his sandwich and how he said 'good afternoon' with a cheerful tone made you shut up and eat it.

“ how's the burger, darling? ”

bless his heart, seriously.

“ good, yeah. ” you mustered a smile before looking in front of you.

elvis frowned at this.

usually when something was good, you would say what you liked about it. sometimes elvis would follow with his own details on the food he liked.

“ you sure? ”

you really couldn't lie to him, could you?

you shook your head, sighing as you stopped walking.

“ no. it tastes horrible. ”

you threw the burger on the trash can close to you, cleaning your hands and mouth with the napkin before throwing that as well.

“ really? well come on, let me-. ”

“ no, it's fine! ” you took his arm, turning him to the direction of the game you were just following. “ i wasn't that hungry anyways. ”

“ doll, you have to eat something. ”

“ i can buy something later. ”

elvis looked at you with a 'no way i'm letting you eat LATE' look.

you sighed. “ okay, let's go for some hotdog or something- but i'll pay! ”

elvis laughed, shaking his head. “ no way, doll. i invited you, i will buy it. ”

“ no, please, just. ”

you sighed again, the feeling of guilt and anxiety traveling to your body.

in that moment elvis knew what was going on.

“ oh, baby. ”

he hugged you, trying not to bump his half eaten sandwich that was still on his hand on your back, kissing your head.

“ i really don't mind buying you things. i have so much money to spend and i want to spoil you with it. ”

you softly laughed, kissing his chin before breaking the hug. “ i know. ” you smiled. “ it's just that i don't want to make you spend unnecessarily. ”

elvis understood what you meant. but, he was more stubborn than anyone. so you really couldn't win.

“ baby, i'm gonna buy ya' the best burger in town, ya' hear me? ”

you nodded while laughing, taking his free hand before walking beside him to both of your favorite burger place.

elvis threw his sandwich over his shoulder. and it landed just on the trash can.

he comforts you, spoils you, loves you and is your awesome caregiver. is there something your daddy can't do?

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small bonus:

“ excuse me. ” elvis' stern voice makes the employee at McDonald's turn in fear.

he takes a step next to his side, revealing you with your hand in his white jumpsuit sleeve looking at the employee with a pout in your lips.

the both of you had just left the international hotel in a hurry as you said you really wanted a burger. elvis didn't even tried to take the suit off before taking you to the closest McDonald's in town, ordering you both a big mac with soda and fries. but. your burger wasn't ideal and you were really shy to tell them.

elvis wasn't.

elvis pointed at you. “ she said no pickles. ” he said before handing the employee your burger, which wasn't eaten yet obviously. you just nodded, trying to look stern as well even if your heart was beating quickly.

the employee just sighed in relief at not being fired, nodding before muttering a quick “ of course, mr. presley. so sorry, mrs. presley. right away. ” talking your burger away and walking inside to make you another one.

elvis turned to look at you, a smile in his face as he booped your nose, walking to the table you both had. ignoring the amazed gaze of customers around you. and also ignoring how funny elvis' shoes sound in the McDonald's floor.

#request 🤍#elvis presley x reader #elvis x reader #elvis presley fic #elvis presley x you #elvis presley imagine #elvis presley

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