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bitletsanddrabbles · 1 year

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The Gift Reflects the Giver

Since I did Valentine’s Day fiction last Christmas for @alex51324 ‘s Island of the Gays, I decided I should do Christmas for Valentine’s Day. Got an idea all thought up...made a false start...or two...and then burned out on writing for ages.

It being Christmas time again and me being stuck at home for the day (It’s raining! IT’S RAINING! Go little rain drops! Melt that ice!) I decided it was a good time to write it.

This probably won’t actually go up on Ao3 for Christmas...at least not the first day. Might get it up before the 12th, we’ll see. I need to read back over the Island and see if I can’t get Mr. Braceridge sounding more...well...himself. Turns out it’s kinda hard to write from his PoV and still have him sound right. But for now, Merry Christmas, everyone.

John looked around the cottage’s parlour, frowning. The place looked as festive as one could ask, but there was something missing. Much of the village had gone out gathering greens for decorating. Timothy had been kept at home by his rheumatism, John had eagerly lead the party, pointing out which plants had weak branches that could be sacrificed for the cause, which were too young and should be left alone, and which plants - namely ivy - were invasive weeds that didn’t belong but which somehow kept making their way to the island and could be ruthlessly harvested for the season. Berries had been added to the collection and strung on strings for garlands. John and Timothy had gotten their fair share of these and they were now strewn artistically around the room. An empty bird’s nest from the barn perched on a particularly sturdy set of boughs, for luck.

Timothy had proclaimed it perfect, but there was something missing…

“We need a tree.”

Timothy looked up from where he was working on notes for the coming Sunday’s sermon. “We do not need a tree, John.”

John turned his frown on his husband. “But it’s tradition! Surely you want one.”

“I’m happy with the room the way it is,” Timothy informed him, setting down his pen. “Besides, if we get a tree, other couples will want one too. We can’t afford to chop down that many, especially the conifers. Alders, perhaps, but alders don’t make very good Christmas trees, even if you could find one that would fit in here.”

“If you say so,” John muttered, turning back to his examination of the room.

“I do.”

John let the subject drop, but despite the other man’s assurances, he couldn’t bring himself to believe his husband wouldn’t be happier with a tree. He looked at the time and shook his head. “Ah well, time for me to get started on the stew, I suppose.”

Timothy had gone back to his sermon notes. Without looking up he said, “It’s raining cats and dogs outside, so cook it in here or you’ll catch your death.”

“Yes, dear.”

The tobacconists shop had a shipment of mistletoe shipped over from the mainland, since unlike the ivy it hadn’t made its way over. Fitzroy had also gotten in a selection of Christmas cards and ornaments, which other island residents had purchased for hanging off the greens they’d gathered. After a boat shipment had brought over a collection of ornaments from Brancaster castle, specially requested from Lord Hexham from some cousin he had on the mainland, John could stand it no longer.

If the Marquess was surprised to find the former scout master on his doorstep, he hid it well, simply inviting the other man in and offering him a cup of tea.

“I wouldn’t say no,” John replied, taking in the interior of the other man’s cottage. It was certainly well turned out, and far more glamorous than his own home, although John privately thought he preferred the strings of berries to the glittering gold and silver of Lord Hexham’s ornaments. At the other man’s gesture he took a seat in what proved to be a very comfortable wingback chair as Lord Hexham placed the order for tea with his butler. John didn’t think a cottage this size really needed a butler, but it did, he suppose, provide employment for at least one of the villages residents.

“Right then,” the Marquess settled himself in another chair, which was a completely different design than the one John occupied, but no less elegant. “What can I do for you, Mr. Braceridge?”

“Well, it’s like this,” John explained, frowning, trying to gage the best approach to his request. “I think Timothy would like a Christmas tree. I know,” he added hastily, “we’ve never had one before. Everyone’s said that, including Timothy.” He had, by this point, broached the subject with several other members of the community and run up against just that protest. “But I can’t help feeling that he’d be happier if he did.”

“Alright,” the other man replied, frowning slightly. “Er, has he said he’d like a tree?”

“He hasn’t, but that’s because there are so many reasons not to get one. Lack of room in the cottage, lack of proper trees…they’re all good points, but the don’t mean he wouldn’t like a tree.”

Lord Hexham didn’t look overly convinced, but he didn’t interrupt.

“But I’ve been thinking and there’s that spruce just off the cricket pitch, between it and the church, that’s not too large -”

Here Lord Hexham did cut him off. “I say, old thing, I’m not overly familiar with Father Timothy, and I’d certainly not imply that you don’t know your own husband better than I do, but I can’t see him smiling on the idea of cutting down a village land mark like that. More to the point, I can’t see anyone else smiling on the idea either.”

“Oh, no, of course not!” John hurried to assure him. The thought honestly hadn’t crossed his mind. He wasn’t certain whether Timothy would disown him, skin him like a hare, or simply write a year’s worth of very cross sermons, but none of them bore thinking about. “No, I had something else in mind completely. Still, I’d like it to be a surprise, and so I’d need help pulling it off…”

John was up and out of bed early enough on Christmas morning to have the tea brewed before he heard Timothy stir. He quickly poured a cup, added the cream, and made his way into the bedroom where his husband was just blinking awake.

“Heavens, you’re up early,” the other man noted in a groggy sort of manner, propping himself up on the pillows and reaching for the offered beverage. “Thank you.”

“I couldn’t sleep,” John explained, trying to make it sound off handed, as if he’d simply suffered from a bit of insomnia rather than being too excited to lie still any longer. “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas.” Timothy smiled at him over the rim of his cup. “Did you make breakfast too?”

John shook his head. They normally made breakfast together for Christmas, instead of the meal being made by whoever was up first, and he wasn’t about to break that tradition. Then he admitted, “No, but I did get the eggs laid out and the pan ready and sliced the bacon, so that’s ready to go.”

Timothy gave a little laugh of surprise. “Gracious, and here I am lounging around in bed! I should get up so we can get started on the cooking.”

“No, no, you have a lie in,” John protested. “It’s Christmas and you’ve been busy. I’ll just get myself a cup and come sit with you.” Before his husband could reply, he ducked back out and went to pour himself a cuppa’. While he was in the kitchen, he sporadically checked the weather again. Not that it would hurt if it was raining - and would be quite picturesque if it was snowing - but he was quite pleased to discover it was still dry, if overcast. That would allow for good visibility. Armed with his tea and a triumphant smile, he headed back into the bedroom. “Weather’s looking good for caroling later,” he announced, settling himself on his side of the bed. Caroling was one of Timothy’s annual projects, although since most of the village came along the actual door-to-door part was rather short. It ended with everyone in the parish hall having a general sing along and good time.

“Good,” Timothy sighed. “Not that I mind the snow, but it will be nice not to have my rheumatism acting up. And rain just isn’t very festive.”

“Not very, no.” The two of them drank their tea in companionable silence. John thought he did a very good job of acting natural through the whole thing, as if he wasn’t dying to suggest that Tim get up and dressed and they go make breakfast and that Tim look out the window…

Finally, after what seemed twice as long as normal, Timothy set his cup aside with a sigh. “That was a wonderful start to the day,” he smiled up at his husband, “thank you, dear.” With a stretch, he pushed back the covers and swung himself out of bed.

“It was no problem,” John assured him. “None at all. Christmas deserves something a little bit special, doesn’t it?”

“It does.”

John waited as patiently as he was able for his husband to get up and dressed, which wasn’t very patiently at all. In fact, he left after a couple of minutes to putter around in the kitchen and check out the window. It might have been his imagination, but it seemed like the overcast had lifted a little, making the world lighter and the scenery more visible. He smiled, then stoked the stove, got the lard ready, and pulled out the remaining kitchen utensils.

Timothy walked into the kitchen to find everything ready and waiting. He gave his husband a puzzled smile. “Are you particularly hungry today, dear?”

“I wouldn’t say that,” John smiled. “More that I’m invigorated. Ready for the Christmas festivities to begin.”

Still looking bemused, Timothy went over and looked out the window, clearly checking the weather.

John held his breath.

The other man blinked once. Twice. Then, without turning from the window, asked, “John?”

“Mm?”

“Are there berry strings on the spruce?”

Slowly, careful not to rush or betray any signs of excitement, John slid over to the window.

“And, are those ornaments?”

Unable to contain his excitement anymore, John grinned from ear to ear and slipped an arm around his husband’s waist. “Merry Christmas.”

Timothy laughed, shaking his head. “How did you manage it? You were inside all night, I know. It’s cold enough I’d have felt if you got up.”

It was true, the one down side of the whole project had been that he hadn’t been able to help decorate. That would be fixed next year. “I was, yes. It was supposed to be a surprise, after all! I asked Lord Hexham, as one of our foremost citizens, if he’d take control of the organizing the thing. He got some of the lads, not sure which ones, to slip out with lanterns after we’d turned in last night, and dress it up.”

“So that’s why you were in such a hurry to get to bed!”

“I was thinking we could make it an annual tradition,” John continued. He could see future trees in his minds eye as he spoke. “Since there aren’t enough trees for everyone to have their own, I thought we could have a community tree. Lord Hexham has already donated some ornaments, along with a few other people, but I thought we could have everyone donate something each year. Maybe have Bill Thorn teach people how to carve their own. That way it would really be our tree. What do you think?”

By now Timothy had turned and was watching him with a warm, if perhaps slightly exasperated, smile. He glanced back out at the tree and said, “I think it’s a lovely idea. And I’m glad I could give you an excuse to get your Christmas tree.” He leaned over and kissed his husband’s cheek. “Now, let’s get started on breakfast.”

#downton abbey #downton abbey fanfiction #fanfiction of fanfiction #island of the gays #original character x original character #mr. braceridge x father timothy #mr. braceridge #father timothy #christmas gifts #christmas traditions #peter pelham #lord hexham #christmas trees

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pupsandartwork · 7 months

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Rose x Max Centopian kiss

Centopia is quite the romantic place to have a date

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oncebluenowgolden · 1 year

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Hello to everyone! I'm new on Tumblr and as my first post here I wanted to advertise my fanfic, it's called Trollhunters: Tales of the Phoenix and it's a new take on some of the ideas presented in the whole saga, adding new characters and lore to the pre-existed universe of Trollhunters, 3 below, Wizards and even the infame Rise of the Titans

Heres the fic's summary:

Michael Tanner was a normal 14 years old teenager, really, he was.

Except for the fact that he had a secret no one else could ever know about: He was trapped in a second life he didn't want or choose.

Trying to live day by day with the weight of being cursed, Michael got himself caught between a rock and a hard place after a hellish trip to the local museum, where he found Killahead Bridge as one of the pieces of a brand new exhibition, standing alongside of the one Amulet of Daylight.

If you are part of the fandom and are currently looking for a fic a bit different than rest, with a new story that can surprise you and make you addicted as if were the original series, then you should take a look at my story, I know you'll like it 😉

#trollhunters #tales of arcadia #fanfic #ao3 writer #3below #original character #Original work but not quite #Original character x original character #wizards: tales of arcadia #rise of the titans

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nyxirrationalstories · 2 years

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The Reader adventures

Hello, how are you?

I'm fine, I was finally able to put the tumblr on my computer.

Well, I'm writing this story because I didn't want my "x readers" to be "loose" anymore. So from now on, they will have some lore of their own.

Even if this introduction is written as Fem!reader, it can also be male (this includes trans!readers) [I already said about the "neutral language" in the fixed message, chek it if you want to do a ask].

It won't affect the orders, everything will be more or less as you asked (just a little treat I gave myself because I wanted to write something original of mine that you would read at last).

Now, let's start with this three-part introduction.

The house next door (1/3)

Normal days come to an end, when adventure knocks at the door and the very shameless one drags you into her story as a character still in the inkwell and in the pen writing her sentence.

Moving is not easy, no change is easy, and even more so when one undertakes it alone.

The young woman expected the typical things one can anticipate when moving: a good welcome or the rudeness of the city.

It was one of those typical dreams of trying one's luck, of having one's hopes up to the maximum and perhaps achieving it …. although the reality is that they wither or are achieved when one least expects it.

The good thing is that the young woman was smart: No cities of high hopes and broken dreams, no cities of big jungles and illusions, and, of course, no city where the Devil got every deal for mere minutes of fame.

No, she didn't want to stay for long. Just long enough to have good money and savings, to heed the good advice of her family who managed to retire early because of good decisions.

The place where she would stay was not like Hollywood made it out to be: not ugly, not dangerous. Just a little… boring to look at.

A good start, nothing out of the ordinary.

And, oh, she hoped many days would be like that.

--- Hurry up, silver tongue, those errands aren't going to run themselves --- the young woman turned to see the source of the scolding: her next-door neighbor, an elderly woman with white hair and long, claw-like fingernails, seemed to be scolding a young girl with brown hair and delicate features.

--- I'd rather not do them, if I go back there this time I'm sure I won't come back --- the young woman complained with a certain terror in her voice. It was not the first time she had seen these two women, but they always seemed very strange to her since the first day she arrived.

The old woman had a strong accent, more precisely a Slavic accent, and she had an equally strong character. She did not have the appearance of a sweet old woman, but rather that of a witch with whom you have to be very careful not to make her angry or waste her time.

Her house was just as strange as its owner, full of things and symbols that seemed to be related to magic and paganism. Not that there was anything wrong with it, but it always gave her the creeps.

As for the other woman, she was quite beautiful and well-groomed. But that was the strange thing, her way of dressing was old-fashioned: not an old-fashioned one where you wear an old style to go out; no, this one was constant. And the clothes clearly, though well-kept and preserved, were clearly from another era.

The young woman was very pleasant to talk to, even without any formal introduction, as her voice had a softer accent.

Sometimes it seemed to her a little unfair how the old woman treated, to what she supposed, her granddaughter. For several times she had spied her playing the violin and seen how the lady, when she occupied her for who knows what, did not seem to respect the young lady's time.

--- Bah, nonsense, or do you distrust this wise old woman? --- commented the old lady while she was arranging her plants in the backyard. Which, by the way, looked like a jungle and at the same time like a botanical park: there was everything and it grew wild. There were even plants she had never seen before.

And, from time to time, young YN (one of her many nicknames, although her favorite was bookworm or globe-trotting reader, both given to her by family and friends) would listen to the plant care tips the old lady would spout from time to time.

She was still trying, but one learns from failure.

--- I don't distrust you, don't think badly, but being there with that same man… I don't know what he's looking for, but I prefer not to meddle in his affairs. Although Kafur doesn't seem to have the same objectives --- the little mouse didn't know who this Kafur was, since the young "Silver Tongue" (as usually the old "Yaga", the name by which the girl referred to her "grandmother", used to call her). But, from the young lady's dread, she did not seem like someone pleasant to talk to.

--- Don't worry about him, as long as he doesn't know your secret, he won't be around for a long time --- the old woman laughed at her macabre comment. But it only made Silver Tongue turn pale.

--- I think he suspects, please don't make me come back. I promise to run any errand for 7 days and 7 nights, without stopping to rest --- pleaded the chestnut to the white-haired one, who only gave a snort and replied with "all right".

--- You are lucky that Apollo himself requires my help… or so he says. Knowing the god's behavior, he rather liked the messenger bird than the message --- Yn's eyes widened: what the hell were those two women talking about?! The god Apollo was a mere myth. She needed answers right now… but she couldn't demand them just like that, that wouldn't be wise.

So she would have to come up with a plan where they alone would be left in the open so she could learn the truth without any trickery on their part.

but little did she suspect, that the old lady was looking over to where she was hiding with a small smile.

#original work #x reader #original characters #fem!reader #male!reader #male reader #female reader #greek mythology x reader #egipcian mythology x reader #norse mythology x reader #all mythology x reader #literature x reader #original characters x reader #ancient real people x reader #anime x reader #original character x original character #monster x reader

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oceanmusings · 1 year

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♡ Shipuary 01 | Willa & Ruto ♡

Pairing | Ruto Williams/Heathers & Willow "Willa" Talbot (belongs to @persephoneflorencemuses )

Prompt | "I think I deserve a kiss."

Content Warning | Fluffy

Sunday’s were a day to reset the whole house, clean everything Ruto and Willa can in their house so on Monday it was on the last thing on their minds. This week, it was Ruto’s turn to clean the kitchen while Willa did their bedroom. Ruto was almost done as she sweeped the floor and then there would be the final step of mopping the floor.

“How’s it going on in here?” Ruto looked up to see her beautiful girlfriend, a smile tugging on her lips immediately. The fuzzy feeling inside Ruto bloomed as butterflies danced in her stomach, the one feeling Willa never fails to cause just by her presence alone.

“Pretty good, almost done. How’s your check-list?”

“I’m done! Now I think I deserve a snack.” Willa says as she grabs a little bag of chips, hopping up and sitting on the counter as she watches Ruto throw away everything she sweeped in the dustpan. Ruto looked up to Willa and pouted. “I think I deserve a kiss?” Ruto asks, “Since I only have one thing on my check-list.”

The little smile that Willa got when she wanted to kiss Ruto or Ruto would ask for one was adorable, Ruto wanted to cause that smile as much as she could in her life. Ruto stepped between her girlfriend’s legs and smiled as Willa leaned down and pressed her sweet but salty lips against hers.

#ruto williams #ruto heathers #willa talbot #ruto x willa #drabble #one-shot #oc x oc #original character #original character x original character #shipuary #shipuary 2023

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feyflorist · 8 months

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average Astarion interaction

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chloeriversong · 4 months

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Fury Of The Wyvern: Story Information

-Information-

~Summary~

Princess Charlotte Riwen of the Wriwen Kingdom has been set up for marriage by her stepmother’s request, even though the twenty-year-old princess was against this idea since she was already seeing somebody close to her, especially during her time of need. Tehilah, Charlotte’s bodyguard, and girlfriend were also against this idea since she and the princess were already in a secret relationship. Rapheil was initially against the idea, but the Queen, Elisa, had changed his mind since the Kingdom could use strong allies by marrying off the princess to a powerful Kingdom.

~Characters~

-Main Characters-

Princess Charlotte Riwen - Princess Charlotte is the only child of King Rapheil and the late Queen, Maria, being the stepdaughter of the stepdaughter of Elisa. She is Tehilah Wynter’s girlfriend, even though their relationship is a secret.

Tehilah Wynter - Tehilah Tae Wynter is an Ice Demon that came from the Undead Kingdom aka the Underworld, she disguises herself as a human to join the ranks of the humans, becoming Princess Charlotte’s bodyguard and soon becoming her love interest.

-Manor Characters-

King Rapheil - King Rapheil is the King of The Wriwen Kingdom, Husband of the late Queen, Maria, current Husband of Queen Elisa. He is Princess Charlotte’s father, whom he raised by himself before he remarried Elisa. He is the rider of Varian, a female Wyvern that had hatchlings that belonged to Princess Charlotte.

Former Queen Maria - Queen Maria the former Queen Of the Wriwen Kingdom, passed away from a deadly illness, leaving behind her husband, King Rapheil, and their daughter, Princess Charlotte. Her Gravestone is located in the Castle’s Catacombs, which is right beside the castle itself.

Current Queen Elisa - Queen Elisa is the current Queen of Wriwen, being the second wife of King Rapheil, and becoming Charlotte’s stepmother.

King Silas F’infar - King Silas is the King of the Vertica Kingdom, being the Husband of Queen Thana and father of Lazarus F’infar. He and his wife are very supportive of their son’s choices if he doesn’t wish to get married to someone he doesn’t know very well.

Queen Thana F’infar - Queen Thana is the Queen of the Vertica Kingdom, being the wife of King F’infar and mother of Lazarus F’infar. Like her husband, she is very supportive of her son’s choices.

Caspara F’infar - Caspara Saiya F’infar was once the princess of the Vertica Kingdom, however, she refused to be the heir to the throne. She’s the older sister of Lazarus and the first daughter of Thana and Silas. She became a pirate captain of the Hydra Pirates, she’s also close friends with Araxie.

Araxie T’poral - Araxie Taila T’poral is a princess Mermaid that’s from the Sea Kingdom, she can take the form of a human on Land due to a special gem that gives her and her Kingdom the ability to turn into humans for special gatherings.

Lazarus F’infar - Lazarus Ryan F’infar is the prince of the Vertica Kingdom, a kingdom of dragons and humans, and Princess Charlotte's cousin. He is the romantic love interest of Araxie.

-Kingdom(s)-

The Wriwen Kingdom - The Wriwen Kingdom is filled with Wyverns that are somewhat guardians of the Kingdom, even though the knights of Wriwen would ride them into battle or patrol the sky for any surprise attack(s). The Kingdom is also well hidden in the forest while placed near a mountain, where the wyverns rest.

Ranks + Color Of Ranks -

Kings + Queens - Kings and Queens wear gold with the lightest blue armband that’s wrapped around their forearms or sometimes they can be jewelry just as Rings, Necklaces, or Headpieces.

Color: Gold Jewelry with the lightest Blue gem

Princesses + Princess- Like Kings and Queens, the Princess(ess) and Prince(s) wear light blue forearm bands or any type of jewelry they desire.

Color: Silver Jewelry with a light blue gem.

Loyal Guards, Body Guards, Knights - Loyal Guards, Body Guards, and Knights share the same color jewelry and gem color of bronze and dark blue gems.

Color: Bronze Jewelry with Dark Blue gems.

Citizens - Citizens wear white jewelry with the darkest deep blue

Color: White Jewelry with darkest deep blue gems.

The Sea Kingdom - The Sea Kingdom is the Mermaid Kingdom, and the current Princess is Araxie T’poral. The Kingdom itself has guards that swim to patrol the surrounding area, along with sharks swimming alongside them since the sharks are protectors of the sea Kingdom.

The Vertica Kingdom - The Vertica Kingdom is like the Wriwen Kingdom, except the Vertica has dragons that the knights, and the royal family ride and coexist with.

Ranks + Color Of Ranks -Kings + Queens - Kings and Queens wear gold with the brightest red armband that’s wrapped around their forearms or sometimes they can be jewelry just as Rings, Necklaces, or Headpieces.

Color: Gold with Bright Red Gems

Princesses + Princess- Like Kings and Queens, the Princess(ess) and Prince(s) wear light reddish color forearm bands or any type of jewelry they desire.

Color: Silver Jewelry with Light Red gems

Loyal Guards, Body Guards, Knights - Loyal Guards, Body Guards, and Knights share the same color jewelry and gem color of bronze and dark red gems.

Color: Bronze Jewelry with Dark Red gems

Citizens - Citizens wear white jewelry with the darkest deep red.

Color: White Jewelry with darkest deep red gems.

-Main Creatures-

Wyverns - Wyverns are bipedal dragon-like creatures, using their wings and their two feet to support their body, having spikes on their wings and a barbed tail, and having some type of elements to their breaths (depending on their type, poison, fire, etc). The Wyverns belong to the Kingdom of Wyverns (Nickname for The Wriwen Kingdom), being part of a kingdom and co-existing with humans.

Dragons - Like their Wyvern cousins, the dragons also co-exist with humans in their kingdom, however, unlike the Wyverns, the dragons are on all four legs, having wings on their backs. Dragons do have different elements, just like Wyverns do.

Demons - Demons are creatures of hell, even though some of the demons do take human form to give a human false sense of security when they’re in the human world, there’s only one demon that co-exists with humans and that is Tehilah.

Vampires - Vampires are night-time creatures, but they mostly use a special stone that keeps them from turning into ashes during the daytime. They want to make a peace treaty with the Wyvern Kingdom by marrying the prince to the princess, to have a respectful union between them and the Wyvern Kingdom.

Mermaid and Merman - Mermaids and Merman are aquatic creatures with the body of a human (top half) and a fishtail (bottom), they live in the Sea Kingdom that is ruled by the Current King and Queen, alongside their daughter, Princess Araxie.

~Known Wyverns~

Varian - Varian is King Rapheil’s mount and the mother of Azure, Blaze, Nuri, and Gale. She is a female lighting wyvern.

Azure - Azure is a blue and white female lighting wyvern, she is the hatchling of Varian and an unknown male wyvern, she and her siblings imprinted on Charlotte when they hatched.

Blaze - Blaze is a red and black male fire wyvern, he is the second hatchling of Varian and an unknown male Wyvern, he and his siblings imprinted on Charlotte when they hatched.

Nuri - Nuri is a light blue and white female water wyvern, she is the hatchling of Varian and an unknown male wyvern, she and her siblings imprinted on Charlotte when they hatched.

Gale - Gale is an all-white male ice wyvern, he is the second hatchling of Varian and an unknown male Wyvern, he and his siblings imprinted on Charlotte when they hatched.

~Known Dragons~

Levina - Levina is a female fire dragon, she is the mate of Draco and mother of Tempest and Meleydias, she is the mount of King Silas F’infar

Draco - Draco is a male lighting dragon, he is the mate of Levina and father of Tempest and Meleydias, and he is the amount of Queen Thana F’infar.

Tempest - Tempest is a dark blue, white, and gold female fire dragon, being the only hatchling of Levina and Draco, she is the mount of Lazarus F’infar.

Meleydias - Meleydias is a dark red dragoness with golden horns, a female fire dragon like her mother and sister. She’s the eldest hatchling of Draco and Levina while being the oldest sister of Tempest.

CHAPTERS

Chapter Prologue: The Festival [Under editing]

Chapter One: Royal Meeting [Not yet in the works]

Slow updates ~ Image was done by my close friend and sister, BlueRose86

#information #Original story information #A working progress for the chapters #Original Character X Original Character #Original Work

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saffron-rays · 5 months

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Nightmare

HC: even though he doesn’t require sleep, if tav is human, Astarion picks up the habit as a means to spend as much time with them as possible… since humans have one of the shortest life spans of all the races in Faerûn.

#astarion #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #baldurs gate astarion #astarion ancunin #astarion x tav #astarion x female reader #astarion x f!tav #astarion art #astarion headcanons #astarion angst #astarion x original female character #astarion x female tav #astarion fanart #astarion comic

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kingfranpetty · 6 months

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Chapters: 4/? Fandom: Homestar Runner Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Original Male Character(s)/Original Male Character(s), Strong Bad/Homestar Runner Characters: Strong Bad, Homestar Runner (Homestar Runner), Original Male Character(s) Additional Tags: Original Character(s), Major Original Character(s), Original Male Character(s) - Freeform, Original Character-centric, Relationship(s), Romance, Eventual Romance, Slow Burn, Slow Build, Slow Romance, Silly, Crack, Crack Treated Seriously, Mentioned Marzipan, Cartoon Physics, OwO Speak for Homestar Runner, Accents, Mental Instability, Inaccurate Mental Illness, Mentioned Skully | Cherry, Mentioned Eldritch Beings, Arguing, Fights, Tags May Change, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Constructive Criticism Welcome Summary:

So there's theses two guys who appeared from somewhere else who keep saying that Strong Bad and Homestar should date?! Also they keep getting getting into arguments with everyone they talk to.

#homestar runner #homestar #homestar runner x strong bad #strong bad x homestar Runner #strongstar #strong bad #ao3 link #ao3 fanfic #ao3 #fanfic #fan fic #fan fiction #fanfiction #oc #original character #original character x original character

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pupsandartwork · 8 months

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Rose x Max

Rose likes simple things like a rose

#oc artwork #art #mia and me #au #crossover #elf #half human half elf oc #half elf oc #half human #human oc #oc x oc #original character #original character x original character #lion king #the lion king #the lion guard #tlk #the lion king fanart #the lion king human characters

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milton-chamberlain · 2 months

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#dragon age #dnd character #dragon age origins #dnd #dnd art #dragon age 2 #dragon age 2 isabela #isabela #dragon age varric #varric tethras #hawke #garett hawke #fenris #fenris x hawke #da2

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cheesy-cryptid · 8 months

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“ have we met before ? “

Goodness i dont know what to call this au 😭 Maybe it’s hundreds of years in to the future? Maybe Astarion meets Tav again after so much time has passed

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yandere-writer-momo · 28 days

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Yandere Head Canons:

Sacrificial Bride

Yandere Dragon Shifter x Princess Reader

TW: Yandere behavior, manipulation, Somniaphilia (suggested), delusional yandede, complacency, etc.

Feroc the Ferocious was the kind of dragon who would bring any silly knight to their knees. The kind of dragon that inspired legends and stories to be written in books. The kind of dragon that was larger than any castle human like could ever dream to build. The kind of dragon that could decimate a kingdom with a single breath of his fiery flames if he was angered… the dragon that your own people sacrificed you, the princess, to in order to save themselves from his wrath.

And so they bound you up and threw you before him. Your own father on his knees as he begged the great dragon for mercy in exchange for his own flesh and blood… the kingdom’s most prized beauty in exchange for peace. An offer Feroc quickly accepted before the king could utter another word!

Dragons collected beautiful treasures! Dragons hoarded their treasure in caves and abandoned castles fad from prying eyes… and unbeknownst to you, Feroc found you to be rhetorical most beautiful

For dragons, a sacrificial spouse was an ancient tradition and this was the first time he’d been offered such a perfect bride! How could he refuse you? Especially when your own people begged him so prettily? Would you beg for him just as beautifully one day?

And so you were scooped up in his ginormous talons and carried away in the sky to a lone tower deep in the mountains. Your new home… your home with Feroc.

You could recall how scared of him you used to be. You’d heard from many people of how this giant scaled beast before you was a man eater. Of how he swallowed many knights in his time… yet this dragon seemed so shy from your experience so far. Skittish even.

Feroc often brought you various jewelry and fine silks from his daily raids. There wasn’t a day that went by that he didn’t bring you a gift of some kind. His molten eagerly studied your form despite his persistent silence. Feroc’s company disturbed you as much as it comforted you.

It took a month for him to speak to you. His accent was heavy from the olden tongue he spoke but he knew the same language you spoke. His voice was booming and low, it could easily strike terror in others… but for some reason, his voice calmed you. Perhaps loneliness has finally crept its fangs into your heart? You weren’t sure…

Feroc would bring you anything you wanted to eat. Within means, of course. He’d bring you delicacies he’d likely looted off some poor caravan if you said you wanted sweets. There was no extremes he wouldn’t go to for you, which was odd since he was a dragon who’s been around for hundred of years… why did Feroc have such an interest in a human princess?

One day, you had a nightmare of a man standing in the corner of your room. Your scream in the night quickly alerted your guardian who peaked his large eye in your room in worry.

“Princess? What’s wrong?”

“I just had a nightmare… I thought there was a man in my room.” You wiped the sweat from your forehead while Feroc clicked his tongue.

“No man could ever scale his tower. I’m the only one who can enter. I’d never let anyone harm you.” The red and black dragon grumbled, his molten eyes glanced you once over. “Why? Do you… want a human companion?”

“I do get lonely sometimes.” You admitted to Feroc . His eyes now filled with hurt. “I do enjoy your company but… I miss being able to touch another human.”

Feroc didn’t understand your sentiment. He was a might dragon! The strongest of his kind! Feroc has proven himself to be the best of mates to you and yet you were still displeased? Was it because he was a dragon? Would you be happier if he showed you his other form?

“I’ll figure something out then… get some sleep.”

Feroc now snuck in your bedroom when you slept. He ghosted his clawed fingers over your oblivious form in wonder. His clawed fingers were too sharp, he’d have to dull them more… he didn’t want to cut up his pretty princess!

Feroc’s gentle touches progressed when he noticed how heavy of a sleeper you were. His desire to see what made you human drove him to insatiable heights. No area was left unexplored with his eyes. He needed to be perfect. Feroc had to be compatible with you. You and him were going to have young one day, after all! Feroc didn’t want to harm you in the process!

Feroc was able to mold his body into a perfect man. Once that was the perfect size for you, yet still immense so you’d know it was him. Feroc now stood at a massive seven feet tall rather than the hundred feet of his dragon form.

Yet there was a constant fear within him that you’d die of old age or of natural causes… Feroc knew humans were fragile creatures so he did what he had to. Feroc shared half of his heart with you while you slept. It was a simple spell and a painless procedure for you. One that would benefit the both do you in the long run!

If one of you died, the other would! You’d never age! You now shared a lifespan with him. Feroc couldn’t wait to tell you once the two of you made everything official!

It took another month for him to reveal this perfect form to you. Feroc had to let the excitement die down from sharing his heart with you so you didn’t freak out! Humans were such finicky creatures, after all! And he’d be an awful mate if he frightened you with a subject you had no knowledge on…

All you needed was to see this devilishly beautiful form of his and you’d be bewitched.

“Look at us… we’re so beautiful together.” Feroc whispered into the skin of your shoulder as he admired your reflection beside him. “I think I’ll find you more gold to decorate you with, my treasure.”

“Feroc, I don’t understand.” You jump when Feroc dragged his forked tongue across your exposed shoulder.

“You accepted all of my gifts and you’re the only one who suits me.” Feroc hissed his obsidian eyes flashed a bright gold. “Wouldn’t you rather be by my side than in my stomach?”

You gulped and obediently rested your head on his chest which made him purr in contentment. His muscular arms wrapped around yours as his wavy black hair tickled your skin.

“I’m joking, I’d never eat you.” Feroc smiled before he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. “You’re my bride, after all.”

You didn’t need to know about how many knights he’s killed over the last few months for you. Feroc would take care of you until the day the both of you died. Every heinous act he’s ever committed over these last few months we’re all for his beautiful, blushing bride.

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falling-endlessly · 3 months

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The Finer Things in Death

Alastor x Soulmate!Female!Reader

Summary: An AU where your soulmate's first words to you are tattooed on your body in their handwriting.

Oh dear, where's your smile?

You knew those words by heart. Could recite them backwards, in your sleep even. Those damning words have been inscribed on the inside of your ankle for as long as you could remember, the elegant cursive strokes poking out of your shoe line.

In theory, somewhere, someone else was supposed to be sporting your own neat, boxy handwriting. You'd say you lucked out with yours. Some soul marks were less than pleasant, and others were downright embarrassing (imagine having the words move, asshole written on your stomach for the rest of your life. No thank you).

At least your soulmate was trying to cheer you up, right?

Yeah, but there was just one teeny, tiny problem.

Your soulmate was dead. Long dead actually.

Were they stillborn? Did their toddler self die in a house fire or something? Night after night you laid awake in your bed, pondering what the hell could have possibly happened to have altered the entire course of fate.

All you really knew was that your soul mark was a light gray (indicating a severed bond) instead of the usual inky black, and it had been since the day you were born. Everyone was in shock to see the faint words on your little ankle. After all, how could a soul mark exist if the other person wasn't even alive to speak those words into existence?

Simply put, you were a conundrum, and it had been some time since you had dedicated effort into figuring out why? You'd accepted it. Your soulmate was dead. Life went on.

Besides, you'd spent enough time grieving over someone you'd never met before.

Your lifestyle was not extravagant by any means, but it was comfortable. You had a steady income, lived on your own in an apartment in the city, and survived off of more than ramen bowls. Every day you would come home and read in your little fluffy alcove that you'd built yourself by your window, or pop open a bag of chips (and the occasional bottle of wine, if you were feeling fancy) while you watched the latest crime show releases from your couch.

Yes, so comfortable was your little routine, that you didn't notice the robbery happening in the convenience store you were browsing in, or the stray bullet coming for your head until it was too late. Your skull exploded in a world of pain, eyes rolling back as your body crumpled to the ground.

Dying was an interesting experience, to say the least. Your soul floated from your body, the final notes of music that blasted from your earphones fading into nothingness like the sound of a car driving away.

There was a brief moment where you were struck numb, hovering in the air as you stared down at your glassy eyed corpse, blood pooling alarmingly from the circular shaped hole in your head. You heard screams of the other customers behind you, but they were kind of muffled, like you were underwater.

It didn't last long though, because before you knew what was happening, you felt an almighty tug downwards, like an anchor had just chained itself to your stomach.

And that was how you ended up in hell. Fun. What were you here for? You had no idea. Maybe God got mad that your teenage self stole a few packs of gummy bears in high school. But a life of eternal damnation and suffering seemed a little harsh, didn't it?

Before you could contemplate the semantics of it though, something...strange happened. Your ankle, right where you'd tried countless times to forget your soul mark existed, was burning like a fucking brand.

You hissed sharply in pain, frantically pulling down your sock to assess the damage. Was the eternal punishment starting already or something? Shit, you had terrible pain tolerance.

But what you saw made you gasp. In fact, you could hardly believe your eyes.

Because in the place of your faded grey soul mark, the letters had been reinvigorated, darkened with a swift hand and—glowing they were glowing holy shit.

"Hah," you huffed in disbelief, shaking your head slowly. "So that was it, huh? I was destined to meet my shitty soulmate in hell this whole fucking time?" You punctuated the last words with a few angry kicks to an unassuming patch of weeds. What a cosmic joke at your existence.

But, like you always did in shitty situations, you gathered all of your raging emotions, stuffed them tightly in a box at the back of your mind, and cooled your head. Freaking out in this place would do you no good.

Turned out hell was pretty much like the world you'd left, except for the fact that you could kill someone on the street and nobody would bat an eye. Like all of the depraved aspects of humanity were on full display now in a somehow still functioning society.

You managed to snag a job at an old record store, the owner giving you one look before grunting and gesturing to the register—but not before lifting his jacket to show you the long assault riffle strapped across his chest. Yeesh, you got the message.

It wasn't a bad job by any means, especially considering where you were. Sure a little boring and monotonous, but you'd restock thousands of old albums if it meant staying away from the overlords.

Oh, yeah, another thing. Overlords were like the big shots around hell. Messing with them usually meant a death sentence, or worse, a contract.

And if there was anything at all that you picked up from all those nights of watching television, it was that you do not make deals with the devil. Really, elementary level shit. And you'd never actually seen Lucifer, mind you, but these demons were probably a close second, right?

Yeah, so really, you were just living a shittier variant of your life on earth it seemed. Repetitive, safe and comforting. You were even starting to like the scent of musty cardboard, as weird as that was.

And once again, all thoughts of your soulmate slipped your mind.

Until one day, when everything went to shit.

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It started like this: with the sad sight of your empty fridge.

You groaned, dragging a tired hand down your face. Seriously? You thought you'd restocked already, damn it.

Your stomach growled achingly, and you sighed, wondering if you'd actually die again if you starved yourself. Begrudgingly, you decided that you didn't really want to chance it, throwing on the first set of clothes that you saw and slipping out of your dingy apartment to make a quick grocery run.

You generally hated leaving your apartment, and didn't do so except to retrieve bare necessities or walk across the block to go to work.

Why? Well, see exhibit A to your left: some poor, random demon screeching and running around on fire. See exhibit B to your right: a turf war between two rival gangs. And finally how could you forget, cannibal colony, slurping up intestines like bloody, chunky spaghetti. Disgusting.

The worst thing about hell wasn't the fact that you were in hell, it was the fact that the worst of the worst people were all cramped together like some fucked up refugee camp, and some people were significantly worse than others. Which sucked, for the poor unfortunate souls just trying to get by. Like you.

You sighed, ducking under a stray stream of bullets (you weren't falling for that shit twice) and side stepping pools of blood and guts. Just a regular Monday morning in hell. God damn it.

It seemed luck wasn't on your side though, because an ugly, dog-headed demon blocked your path, sneering down at you smugly. "Hey bitch, it's your lucky day. The big boss is hiring, and you fit the profile."

You clenched your grocery bags in a white-knuckled grip. Nobody would give a flying fuck if you were dragged off of the street in broad daylight. "Not interested."

"Oh it wasn't a suggestion," he chuckled darkly. You tensed as you were surrounded by at least four other demons. Shit, you knew you should have slept in.

"You like apples?" You nodded sharply at the demon in charge.

His face twisted in annoyance. "Why the fuck do y—"

You reached into your bag, before hurling a granny smith straight at his forehead. He yelped as it made contact, stumbling back as he shook his head in confusion. While everyone was still in shock from your weapon of choice, you shoved your way out of the circle, gunning it straight down the street because your second life did depend on it.

"Get her!" You heard a yell of absolute rage, making you shiver. Fuck, that did not sound promising. That apple must have really pissed him off.

Putting your limited aerobics to use, you ducked, dodged and lunged through the crowd like a pro. Your heart pounded wildly in your chest, air burning your lungs as you pumped your legs faster. But of course, your grocery bag ripped open, sending all of your food tumbling and you by extension, tripping and face planting in the dirt rather pathetically.

A meaty hand gripped a handful of your hair, yanking it up harshly. You cried out as he pulled, hands uselessly trying to smack his away, but his hold only tightened. A liquor-filled breath and cheap cologne invaded your senses, making you cough.

"Uppity bitch," he growled, giving your scalp a painful yank for good measure. "You actually thought you could get away? Maybe I should teach you a lesson, huh? Sample the goods."

You froze, every nerve in your body going cold. So far in your stay in hell, you'd managed to avoid the more depraved souls here. You kept your head down, didn't draw attention to yourself, and were mostly left alone. Looked like today, your luck had finally run out.

"Get the hell off of me!" You spat, twisting around vehemently, only for your head to snap to the side as you were harshly backhanded.

"Stop your fucking whining and stay still!" He snapped, narrowing his eyes.

You bared your teeth, snapping at him aggressively.

A round of mocking chuckles went around the group of your kidnappers, the one holding your hair giving you a wicked grin. "Shit, that was cute. Really—"

He didn't get to finish his sentence, because his head exploded. Literally exploded, blood and brain matter dripping from your face. His hand went slack, dropping you on your wobbling knees.

Everyone was silent for a second, staring at the bloody mess where the demon was standing two seconds prior.

And that was when you heard it. Static. Loud, crackling and ominous.

Your mouth went dry. Shit. Shitty shit shit. You knew what that meant. How could you not? The asshole broadcasted his killings all over hell like a fucking psychopath. And now, it was your turn to become hell's gory entertainment. Fan-fucking-tastic.

You stood frozen, breath stuck in your throat as dark, menacing tendrils slowly curled along the walls. A large, grinning shadow rounded the corner, before the culprit himself stalked into view, razor sharp teeth on display as he tilted his head. "Oh," his grin widened. "Am I interrupting?"

"N-No man," one of the braver demons stuttered, taking a step back. "You can have her—"

Splat.

You turned slowly to face the bloody wall, eyes wide in disbelief.

"How distasteful," the radio demon shook his head. "As if I'd participate in your brainless thuggery. No, no. Unlike you gentlemen, I have class. Truly," his eyes lit up like glowing radio dials, a dark shadowy mass rising behind him as his antlers branched out like a gnarled, rotten tree. "Did your mother never teach you any manners?"

Faster than you could blink, the demons around you were reduced to blood, cartilage and splintered bone. The overwhelming irony scent made you want to gag, but you didn't dare move a muscle, eyes fixated on the terrifying sight before you.

When the radio demon noticed your staring, his smile sharpened, antlers shrinking as he leisurely approached you. Oh no. Nononono.

You struggled to keep from hyperventilating, your body going into shock as he leaned into your personal space. Two bloody fingers pushed into your cheeks, forcing your mouth into a morbid, artificial smile. "Oh dear," he tutted in amusement. "Where's your smile?"

You jerked back violently, eyes wide as icy cold realization washed over you. Dread squeezed your lungs as you stared at the grinning, bloody figure of your soulmate in horror.

The radio demon. Psychopath and mass murderer.

Your soulmate.

What the FUCK.

"T-This," your voice shook. "This is not happening."

There was a sudden screech of radio static, before his own eyes widened. Shit. "What," he said sharply. "Did you just say?"

"A-Ah," you trembled, leaning back. Every single nerve in your body was alight, screaming at you to get the ever-loving fuck away from him. In what was probably the stupidest and most desperate plan of your life, you pointed over his shoulder fearfully. "Look! Another one!"

As soon as he turned his head, you bolted down the street.

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You slammed your front door closed behind you, double—triple checking your lock before sliding down to the floor in a panting mess.

Immediately you grew paranoid. What the fuck were you thinking? A lock wouldn't keep the radio demon out. You needed fifty more locks and ten more doors. You needed to barricade yourself inside for the next month. You needed—

"Hello there!" An exuberant voice chirped.

You screamed, throwing the first thing you could grab in his direction. He caught the house slipper, inspecting it in amusement, before tossing it over his shoulder.

"My, did I scare you sweetheart? Apologies," he grinned smugly, relaxing in your recliner with a mug of coffee. Your favorite mug.

You blinked. What the fuck?

"What are you doing in my house?" You squeaked, fingers digging into your welcome mat.

"Oh dear, allow me to introduce myself," he set the mug down on your coffee table, leisurely rising from the couch and offering a hand. "I'm Alastor! A pleasure to be meeting you sweetheart, quite a pleasure."

You didn't take his hand, instead choosing to gape at him like a dead fish.

He retracted his hand, tilting his head with a shit-eating grin. Twirling his cane, he continued like there wasn't just an awkward and terrifying pause. "I hope you don't mind that I followed you! You see, I believe our conversation was cut a bit...short." His eyes glowed as unidentifiable symbols floated in the air around him.

As quickly as they appeared however, they disappeared like they were never there. Jesus Christ, this man was giving you emotional whiplash. "Anywho!" He perked up again, ever the charming grin on his face. "Enough about me! I've yet to catch your name, darling."

Fuck. You really didn't want to give him your name.

But before you could open your mouth, he leaned closer to you, grin widening ominously. "I hope you're not thinking of lying, my dear. I must say, I'm not very fond of that quality."

"Y-Y/n!" You said quickly, raising your hands to shield your face.

There was a slight pause, before a gentle touch swiped at your cheek, retracting after a moment. You peeked your eye open, only to become vaguely ill at the sight.

"You had a little something on your face," he chuckled in amusement, holding out a clump of brain matter. With a swift flick, it was magicked away.

"What do you want?" You whimpered, overwhelmed with the entire situation.

"Oh dear, is it really that strange for me to want to get to know my soulmate?" He tilted his head, leaning towards you uncomfortably close.

"Y-Yes, actually," you stuttered, trying to look anywhere but his prominent red eyes. "I thought you'd do something more along the lines of...killing and eating me." You shrunk back as his grin widened. "Please don't eat me."

"How morbid, I would never!" He waved it away, like the idea was preposterous. "My word! What awful rumors you've been hearing about me!"

"You frequent cannibal colony and I just saw you tear apart six demons like they were freshly baked bread," you stared at him incredulously. "What hasn't been spot on?"

He paused, before giving you a humoring chuckle. "Well it seems your impression of me needs correcting!" Before you knew what was happening, nimble fingers encircled your wrist, pulling it forward gently. He pressed warm lips to the back of your hand, before giving you a charming grin. "Enchantée, ma chère."

You blinked, breath stuck in your throat. "What—What does that mean?"

"Oh, don't you worry your pretty little head about it!" He gently set your hand down, before pinching your cheek condescendingly. "Well my dear, I'm afraid I have other responsibilities I must attend to!"

He stood up with a flourish, leaning on his microphone cane as he smirked at you. "Not to worry!" He snapped his fingers, and a slim, feminine shadow emerged from the ground. "Missy here will watch over you in my stead."

"What? No, I—"

"I'll be back before you know it!" He offered a chilling smile, before melting into a puddle of shadows.

You gaped at the spot where he once stood, trying to process what the actual fuck just happened. Your gaze slid over to the feminine looking shadow, still standing in the corner of your living room. She grinned at your attention, teeth sharpened.

You closed your eyes, head thumping back against your door in exhaustion.

"I'm so fucked."

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Enchantée, ma chère : Charmed, my dear

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