#! * introduction / anastasia.

[gingerfan24]

So just restarted with the DLC and Ana’s current thoughts on Kibellah could be summed up as “Girl you’ve got problems to say the least but you also intrigue me so I accept your service.”

[141n3]

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎

hiii i’m laine!! i use any pronouns but i dont really like he/him. autism + sensory processing disorder

my interests:

(Special interest): Russian History (Romanovs, USSR)

The outsiders (book + movie)

80s movies

vintage anything!!!!

royal history

1960s cars

scott pilgrim

diabolik lovers

it (2017)

musicals

my fav movies/shows:

the outsiders (1983)

beetlejuice (1988)

heathers (1989)

romanovs: a crowned family (2000)

anastasia (1997)

banana fish

hunter x hunter

gilmore girls (only season 1, i hate the others.)

girl, interrupted (1999)

it (2017)

DNI list:

bigots

homophobe/transphobes

racists/xenophobes

18+ blogs

creeps.

[tired-ppth-immunologist]

Uh, hey.

It’s me, Dr. Anastasia Vîrgolici.

I was a bit reluctant to make my own blog, but a lot of my coworkers have done it already, so I decided, what’s the harm in a little fun?

I’m an immunologist, this is my second year practicing medicine as one. I studied medicine at Johns Hopkins. There’s not much to add, to be honest.

I’m 172cm tall, and despite what others say, I’m not in fact 167cm. I guess I like listening to music, mostly Rammstein or Chopin. I use she/her pronouns.

If you ever need me, I’ll probably in my office or in Cuddy’s. I don’t spend a lot of time anywhere else.

[hiii heyy, it’s me @starry-scarl3tt (scarlett/scar)!! i’ll be the one running this account. i’ll be talking in brackets like now.]

[i’m a minor, so no over the top inappropriate comments, but they aren’t, like, fully forbidden. just don’t go overboard.]

[her pfp is not my art!!! it is a picrew.]

[extra info about anastasia

• she is, in fact, 167 cm tall.

• she’s a comphet (doesn’t realize).

• born and raised romanian, but half-romanian half-greek by dna. (i made her romanian because i’m romanian and i would be able to speak freely about the culture and stuff since i’m more knowledgeable abt my own nationality.)

• she listens strictly to rock/heavy metal and classical music.

• she decided to become a doctor when her younger sister passed away due to negligence (more on this topic soon).

• date of birth: 26/04/1979.

• she can speak four languages and is currently studying her fifth (greek)

• she has an insane amount of adoration for cuddy. (platonic, romantic? who even knows at this point.)

i have more on her, however that is all for now :) ]

[cosmermaid]

Belle from Beauty and the Beast is one of those characters that is excellent in her source film and just awful in every other piece of media she shows up in. I've seen her portrayed as an enabler, as a doormat, or as a complete moron across various books/games/sequels and it's just incredibly sad.

[angsty-prompt-hole]

Character Introduction: Arboresians

WIP: Roleplay characters, but most make appearances in my WIPs in either alternate forms or just as cameos.

Everyone in this set lives in/is from the continent of Arboresia, which belongs to @isas-oc-asylum​ . That is also where you can find more lore about Arboresia and the different territories as a whole. Most of mine live in the territory of Goldray because the yeehaw cryptid aesthetic is my thing and Isa has not stopped me yet.

Robert DeLuna: Robert is actually the uncle of Emily and Pickle Ward from A Hero’s Call. Officially classified as missing quite a few years ago, Robert had fallen through an interdimensional rift and landed in Arboresia. Despite being only human, he adapted to the insanity of Arboresia pretty quickly. At some point along the way, he met his future wife Lyzellia DeLuna, one of the many, many, many children of Lucifer DeLuna II and a Spawn class demon. They live in Goldray and have like 6 children, and he took on her last name when they married, since no one fucks with the DeLunas.

Spencer Black: A trans man and a necromancer who works as the mortician for one of the towns in Goldray. He’s a bit dramatic and likes to just lie to people about things and make up stories because it’s entertaining to screw with people, but he does genuinely care about the people in his town. He also has a chicken he resurrected named Ferris who is his best friend.

[insert reference here]

Kiztruth Rinnar: Kiz is a high class demon whose entire family was killed by exorcists, save for one of his younger siblings, who he managed to save. Angry and bitter, he led a violent anti-religious group that targeted and killed Catholics and anyone else who got in their way. However, after an incident in which an entire family of innocents was killed, his group turned on him and he was forced to flee. Kiz grew up in the early 1800′s, and at some point later in that century he came across Henry “Doc” Svane and made a deal with him. Now, he and Doc have their own ranch property in Goldray where Kiz performs weird experiments in the barn and gets harassed by the DeLuna children.

Henry "Doc" Svane: A notorious moonshiner and general menace to society, Doc made a deal with Kiz in the late 1800's and eventually the two moved in together. He is surly, hard to get along with, and almost never sober, but he makes explosively good moonshine, which he illegally sells in Jazswing. He also sells it to the other territories, but Jazswing is his biggest customer.

Casslin Hawraek: Casslin is an eldritch elf that lives in the territory of Bloomshine. After a series of tragic events in her past, she had her memories tampered with, and as a result she's not quite all there. In true eldritch elf fashion, she lives in the woods and tends to be a menace to the non-locals. Also in true elf fashion, she does not believe in clothes and often wears either nothing, or just a long coat that she stole from a hapless tourist.

Maskna Wynvaris: Maskna is a toxic elf who lives in Autumn Hallow and who sells illegal potions and poisons in the Underhallow, basically the Autumn Hallowan black market. Doc gets some of his more mysterious (and dangerous) moonshine ingredients from her. She is hot-tempered and always down to kick your ass, a fight you will probably lose because toxic elves can spit acid.

[insert reference here]

Marla Jenkins: Marla is a partial Void creature who lives in Goldray. Whether or not she was originally Arboresian is up for debate, as she doesn't talk about her past a lot. She is not very stable mentally, like most partial Void creatures, and while she seems unassuming at first glance, some have reported seeing her turn into something far worse when provoked.

Alcina and Michael Rivia: Alcina and Michael are twin glitch demons whose parents were killed when they were very young. As a result, they were raised by a non-demon, hence their non-demonic names. They used to be very, very close, but then Michael started killing. Upset at the world, he targeted extremely powerful beings in order to challenge himself, and soon enough he became a notorious serial killer.

When Alcina found out what her brother was doing, she trapped him in the basement of an old abandoned house, as she was unable to bring herself to kill him. Currently in rp canon, Alcina works at the Autumn Hallow public library as the computer person.

[insert reference here]

Patchwork Salo: They only just decided to exist, so they don't have much to them yet, but Patchwork is an eldritch horror that takes the form of a scarecrow. They live on a farm on the Goldray/Autumn Hallow border. The entire property is haunted and thought to be cursed in some way, and Patchwork regularly hosts haunted attractions, corn mazes, and other Halloween attractions. They are really good friends with Lyniaas DeLuna, the Eldritch Prince and one of the many, many children of Lucifer DeLuna II.

[mew-less]

💫 MOOMIN AU INTRODUCTION 💫

Welcome to the Garden AU! This has been my passion project for over 2 years, and I’m excited to finally present it to you all! I hope you will join me as I tell the story of the Garden AU to the world! :-)

Interested? Click ‘keep reading’ below to see the premise of the AU and the characters, as well as some info about the arcs!

💫 THE STORY 💫

This AU mainly follows Moomintroll and his friends as they adventure together, both inside and far outside of the valley. Their adventures start out fairly lighthearted, but when they discover that their own lives mysteriously reflect what is known about the lives of ‘The Pillars’, also known as the founders of magic, they seek to uncover the missing pieces of their stories and solve the mystery of the King’s Ruby and its uncertain origins.

💫 THE CHARACTERS 💫

(icons coming soon! technical difficulties 💔)

Moomintroll

Species: Moomin (+witch) The enthusiastic Moomintroll, the self-proclaimed “leader” of the group and aspiring adventurer. It was his idea to bring everyone together to uncover the Pillars’ stories! He may be stubborn and hotheaded at times, but the love and warmth he has for his friends will always ground him in the end. Song I associate with him: Soap by The Oh Hellos

Snufkin

Species: Half jackalope, half mumrik The mysterious Snufkin, with the unique ability to turn invisible at will. While he and Moomin initially may not have had the best start, he will always come back to the valley to greet him each spring. While he appears stable and sure, rumors spread fast, and the winds are saying he’s keeping parts of him in the dark. Song I associate with him: What’s in the Middle by The Bird and the Bee

Snorkmaiden

Species: Snork A princess living abroad in the quiet Moominvalley. Her and her brother were dropped off at the Moominhouse years ago by their mother for unknown reasons. Don’t let her sweet nature fool you, she can brew up quite a storm! Song I associate with her: Once Upon a December from Anastasia

Snork

Species: …Snork A prince to match the princess. This curious inventor isn’t a fan of magic and prefers the predictability of science, but his roots as a magical creature are at odds with his ideals. Song I associate with him: Not decided

Sniff

Species: half dragon A half-dragon that was adopted into the Moomin family many years ago after a great storm. While on the surface he seems to be a mighty selfish beast with an eye for treasure, it seems his friends may take him for granted more than they realize. Song I associate with him: Not decided

Little My

Species: Half jackalope A “halfalope” like her brother, although she doesn’t possess the same ability to turn invisible since she lacks the mumrik genes. Her snarky attitude can prove to be quite a motivator even if it gets on other’s nerves. She’s a tiny trickster who knows a lot more than she lets on! Song I associate with her: Not decided

💫 THE ARCS 💫

The story is split up into 3 main arcs. The first arc focuses on establishing relationships and the world around them, eventually leading into the beginnings of their journey in Arc 2!

💫 ARC ONE 💫

Chapters:

To Be Determined

First chapter: There’s a mysterious newcomer in Moominvalley… but Moomin is the only one who can see him!

💫 EXTRA 💫

While this AU is fairly Snufmin-centric, I have developed stories for all of the main characters and each will have their moment to shine!! I hope to bring something for everyone with the Garden AU <3

This AU will be presented in Comic form! I am a fairly busy and tired person however, and pages may come out slowly.

[diejager]

Makarov with a lesbian daughter who's spoiled rotten, how would he react to finding her partner is a masc lesbian who works out? hehe

Cw: protective father, homophobia (not Makarov), tell me if I missed any.

Unlike your sweet lover, you weren’t scared of telling your father who you were dating. Granted, he lived a more traditional life, but his ways and manners were far from traditional and conservative in every possible way. Makarovwould understand, he always did, fiercely and loyally, trusting you so much so that he knowingly placed his heart in your hands. 

The same way your Ana did with her sharp jaw and dark brush of hair, squared yet soft, shoulders broad yet body lean. Anastasia stood tall and proud in her world, steady as much as she could in her masculine beauty that had you swoon when she peered at you with her stormy eyes, so dark that it felt like a starry sky, withholding the galaxy within them —a universe. It was love at first sight, if you were one to believe it, and you were unashamed to say it.

You knew he was hard to impress, hard to trust as much as he was to let his guard down, but with the right nudge from you, he’d be willing to let Ana into your home. Despite the invasive search on her life and family, the deep pressure put on her to crack any sort of lies and manipulation, and the thick haze of suspicion that would swim in his eyes whenever she was near, once he trusted, he would until he was proved otherwise. He would love her, unlike your softer frame, built to dance and sing, she was stocky, her lean figure rippled with thick muscles from her hours at the gym and quick boxing classes. Oppositions attract, no? Wasn’t that what people said?

And you were right, everything went according to plan. While Ana stressed and grew anxious under your father’s stoicism, lips thin and eyes cold, he called to you, sitting you by his side while he stared her down. All you could do was smile to Ana and whisper reassuring confessions to Makarov whenever he found himself deep in this cloud of protective father. You were absolutely sure he would bend for you. 

“She makes you happy, Swan?” he mumbled lowly, eyes never leaving Anastasia. 

“The happiest, papa.”

He heaved a deep and slow sigh, nodding along your words, simple, yet compacting to him. 

“Can you protect her, Anastasia?” He spoke Belarusian fluently, tone still holding that cold edge. His eyes narrowed to a serpentine slit, sly and scheming like he would, “Will you be able to?”

Ana took challenges well, she’d been through so much hardships and her taking up of quick boxing and often jumping into the ring to win a few matches made her a strong fighter. She was reliable and protective.

“With my life.”

And he smiled, a sweet and easy grin, pressing his lips to your forehead, taking in the softness of your hair in a tight hug. Showing Ana a side that very few were privy to, the tender affection and devotional adoration he had for you. 

It was a good start, and it meant you could openly show your love to her, leaning against her side, wrapping your arm around her waist, whisper sweet praises and compliments to her, and press your lips against hers, feeling the love within her heart through her chapped lips. You could ignore every sneer and scowl from the men that worked for your father, blissfully uncaring because they seem to disappear the next day or rush to apologise, begging - pleading - for your forgiveness. 

You knew your father had something to do with it, his devotion shining through after your courageous introduction of Ana. He would always love you. 

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[siampie]

Get Off the Highway || Chapter 1

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Plus Size Reader

Word Count: 1.2 K  

Warnings/tags: Enemies to lovers trope, pining, angst, fluff, childhood trauma, eldest daughter syndrome

A/N: I’m sorry for the short chapter. There isn’t much Dean in this one or much of an interaction between them. But I really hope you enjoy it. It is a short introduction to Reader and the very first meeting between our reader and the Winchesters. I know it says enemies to lovers trope, but I think it’s more along the lines of rivals to lovers. A bit like Anastasia and Dimitri, from the animated movie; Anastasia. If you know, you know. Which we’ll get more in the next chapter.   

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“Thanks,” You smiled at the waitress as she refilled your cup.

She sent a quick smile your way. “Let me know if you need anything else.”

“Will do.”

Sitting in the booth by the window, you were waiting for the help that Garth had promised you. You still had a hard time believing that he had sent the Winchesters your way. You had been working on this case for a little over two weeks. Strange killings had been going on in town. Wasn’t that how every hunt started? Strange deaths, classified more often than not as animal attack.

You knew better though. Everything about that case pointed to vampires. You had been able to locate their nest. Only problem was you were alone and there were at least eight of them. And before that case, you had never hunted vampires. Many hunters believed they had been hunted to extinction. And so far, you could only agree with them. Until now. It was a pretty big nest. At least, it was to you.

Not much of a team player, you usually hunt on your own. You liked it better this way. You didn’t have to depend on anyone for your survival. And you were the only one you had to worry about when on a hunt. It was better this way.

A dark muscle car parked next to yours on the parking lot. Two tall men climbed out of the car and made their way into the diner. The bell over the door rang as they walked through it. You observed them as they looked around the diner, certainly looking for you. The tallest of the two, with hair that belonged in a shampoo commercial, was the first one to clock you. Broad shoulders, tall, the Winchesters were handsome men. Way out of your league.

“Sam and Dean Winchester, I presume?” You asked as they stopped by your booth. You introduced yourself as they took a seat across from you.

The waitress stopped by your table. They placed their orders, and the waitress left with a smile on her face. And you told them everything they needed to know about the hunt, the nest and the location of it.

Your back slammed against the wall as the male vampire shoved you into the wall. You tried to push him away as the vampire snarled before he dived for your neck. You had a plan that you had, of course, shared with the brothers.

“That’s a stupid plan.” Dean scoffed.

“How is it stupid?” You asked with a frown.

“Too complicated.” Dean retorted. “It’s vampires, we go in, kill them, save the girl, go out. Simple, easy.”

“And my plan is stupid.” You scoffed in turn. “What about the not getting killed part?”

“We kill them before they kill us.” Dean said back.

“You have an answer for everything, huh?” You crossed your arms over your chest, annoyed at him.  

And now, there you were. Fighting off a vampire because Dean Winchester thought he was too good for your plan. Alright, maybe your plan wasn’t all that good. It was the first time you were hunting vampires, after all. And sure, Sam had given you precious tips on how to take down a vampire. But Dean could have at least given you the benefit of the doubt. Or at least, given your plan a chance. It wasn’t all that bad.

You always thought there were safety in numbers. Although, you’d rather hunt alone. However, this was a vampire nest and you needed help. And your plan was for the three of you to stick together while you go through the nest. The Vampires would not know you were there. Chances were, they did not expect anyone to come to their nest. It wasn’t a grand and complicated plan, as Dean made it sound. It was your plan. And you liked to do things your way.

That was why you were annoyed more than anything. It was your hunt and your plan. And Dean Winchester decided that he would take over. And you simply did not like it. But you swallowed your pride because he knew better than you did. He had hunted vampires before while you had not. So, you trusted his opinion but you still didn’t like that they were not doing things your way.

“Took you long enough.” You said breathless, as the dead vampire fell to the ground. Beheaded.

“You okay?” Sam asked you.

“Yeah,” You nodded quickly. “I’m good.”

“SAM!” You both heard Dean call from upstairs.

On Sam’s heels, you rushed upstairs to Dean’s rescue. There, you saw more vampires and still no trace of the girl. One of those vampires was pining Dean to the floor, going for his neck. As soon as you reached the landing, the vampires turned on you and hissed. You reached into your pocket for the syringe that contained the dead man’s blood. It was poison to vampires. It would not kill them but incapacitate them for a little while. You stabbed the first vampire that reached you in the neck, and they crumpled to the floor. You took this opportunity to behead the monster. Sam was a little to your left, fighting his own vampire. He kicked it in the stomach before marching onto it. Judging that Sam did not need your help, you rushed to Dean, and beheaded the vampire attacking him.

You pulled him to his feet. His hand covered his bleeding neck. Your eyes immediately went to Sam. The latter was kneeling on the ground, straddling a headless body. You looked around you. Bodies were strewn around the room. It seemed you had taken care of all the vampires. You abandoned the brothers to check the rooms. You had to find the girl, make sure she was alright.

She was not. Not really. The vampires had fed on her and thankfully, she had not been turned into one herself. Physically, she would heal but emotionally—there was a long road ahead of her. You hoped she would move on from this eventually.

“It’s a weekday.” You said as an answer after the brothers invited you out to the bar.

“So?” Dean frowned at you.

“I don’t drink on weekdays.” You shrugged.

Dean scoffed before shaking his head. “It’s just a drink after a hunt.”

“I get that but I don’t drink on weekdays.” You retorted. “You guys go. Do what you usually do. I’m going back to my motel.”

“Suit yourself then.” Dean said before walking up to his car.

You exhaled as you watched him go. “Anyway, thanks for the help.”

“You’re welcome.” Sam smiled down at you. “Are you sure you don’t want to come?”

“Yeah, I’m sure.” You smiled at him. “I’d rather go back to the motel.”

“Well, if you need help with anything, give us a call.” Sam offered kindly.

“Will do.” You nodded. “It was nice meeting you guys.”

Sam grinned at you. “Yeah. Be safe out there.”

“You too.”

You waved him goodbye before you drove away. You wouldn’t call. Not if you can help it. But it was nice to know you had the option if you chose to. It couldn’t hurt to have the Winchesters as your ally, could it? And who knew? Maybe you would call.

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[sufferu]

Honestly the reaction ficlets are more of a setup for. Something else.

Reaction Fic Aftermath: The Inn

“Subaru, maybe this isn’t—”

“—and we have arrived!” Subaru enthusiastically slammed the door open. “Bonjour! Hello! The Emilia Camp is here, so let the meeting commence!”

“S-Subaru?!” Ferris shrieked, his eyes widening. He was sitting in one of the chairs holding a cup of tea, which had now spilled down his front. He didn’t seem to care. “Subaru, what— WHY ARE YOU HERE?!”

“What are you doing here?” Crusch demanded, quickly standing up. She turned to face Emilia. “What is he doing here?” she snapped. “Why did you let him come here in this state?”

“I—” Emilia stammered.

“We’re here because of Anastasia’s great deal, of course!” The merchant in question was sitting right across from the healer and his Lady, all three of whom had startled violently at his introduction — as had Wilhelm, Ricardo, and the Pearlbaton triplets, all of whom had been standing over their shoulders. Wilhelm was staring at him with a horrible look on his face. Subaru grinned at him, and felt his stomach tie itself into a knot when that look only deepened in response. “I know we got sidetracked with — uh — but you didn’t forget the whole purpose of this meeting, right? Emilia-tan needs her father figure back after all, and you said you could hook us up with a lead on a good crystal he could snuggle himself back to sleep in! We’re a little later than planned but now that we’re here, why don’t we get right—”

“You shouldn’t be here,” Ricardo interrupted, voice harsh in a way that Subaru realized he had never heard from him before. A hand clasped around his arm, gently but firmly. “We need to talk about what just happened, and you absolutely should not be here for that. Now come on, we’ve got some spare bedrooms where ya can lie down —”

“I don’t need rest!” Subaru objected loudly, shaking him off. “And we don’t need to talk about it. I can sum up the major talking points right now! It was a really weird experience, I— I’m a lot less useful than everyone thought, and let’s all hope it doesn’t happen again! There, done!”

“That is not—!”

“Why is Subaru even here?” Wilhelm demanded. Subaru flinched at the pointed lack of a ‘-dono’ suffix. It made sense that the Sword Demon had retired the nickname after the events of — of — but it still stung, much more harshly than Subaru would have anticipated. It made him want to cry. “Lady Emilia, you must have known that we would need to talk about — why did you bring him here for that?”

“I— I thought that leaving him out of it would be mean!” Emilia stammered. “Nobody likes being talked about behind their back, right?“

“He is clearly in no state to participate in any discussion right now, and especially not about this!” Crusch retorted. “Allowing him to come to this meeting was cruel, and I must insist—”

“Hey, that’s pretty rude!” Subaru broke in, voice high-pitched in an attempt to sound as cheerful as possible. “I’m right here, aren’t I? And I can make my own decisions, you know: picked out my own outfit this morning and everything—”

“Subaru, stop talking,” Ferris snapped, visibly frazzled. “This isn’t the time for jokes, just—”

“Who said I was joking? My style might not be the same as yours, but I think I’m very fashionable, thank you very—”

“Subaru?!” a new voice shrieked. Subaru spun around to see Felt in the doorway, accompanied by an equally-horrified Reinhard. Behind them, Rachins had already started to back away. “What are you— you shouldn’t be here! Isn’t that common sense?!”

Subaru flinched, but tried to play off the growing hurt. “You wound me!” he crowed, hand to chest in a theatrical pose. “But I forgive you, because clearly you are confused from the long journey and still a little jetlagged—”

“What is— Subaru, don’t sidestep this! Get out!”

“There’s really no need for— I can behave myself just fine! I know I was horrible last year but I’ll definitely do my best today, so it’ll be—”

“That’s not what I—!”

“Lady Felt is right, Subaru,” Reinhard insisted, stepping forward. “Why don’t we just—”

“I don’t need to ‘just’ anything! Why would you half-ass your work when you can give it your best—”

“Natsuki-kun.”

“—And yes, that is I! Natsuki Subaru!” Subaru spun to face the speaker, finger guns at the ready. “How can I help you, Lady Anastasia? You need some sewing advice, or — well there’s not much I can do, but I promise to try my—”

“Natsuki-kun.” Anastasia’s voice was gentle, amidst all the shouting. “Ya don’t need to do this.”

Somehow it was that gentle tone that came the closest to making Subaru burst into tears on the spot. He could feel himself starting to shake, and took a step back. “I…” He desperately fought back his tears: he couldn’t cry! Not here, not now— not after THAT, when they already thought so lowly of him— and had every reason to think— “I-I…”

“…and we could probably stand to— you’re HERE?!”

Subaru relaxed very slightly at the sight of the grape-haired asshole, who had only just walked in alongside his — his little brother, right, the one who had come to deliver the initial invitation. There, this could work. He’d just provoke him like he always does and then things would go back to normal.

“Hey, asshat, how’s the past year been?” he tossed out immediately. “Met your little brother the other day, I think I like him more than you actually—”

“Subaru, stop that,” Ricardo said immediately. “This isn’t the time, just—”

“You beat up any more peasants while I was gone? Hope you didn’t, that’s not a great look you know—”

“Will ya please just calm down a second here—!”

“I mean what— what would your pa— your parents think of you for doing something like—”

“No!” Ricardo snapped. Subaru flinched away from him violently. “Do not finish that sentence! Yer behaving very badly right now, kid— you need to leave before you say something you won’t be able to take back—!”

“Captain, that’s too harsh!”

“Yer gonna freak him out even—”

“What are you talking about?” Subaru tried to laugh off. He felt dizzy. “I’m not — it’s the rest of you who are— freaked out right now—”

“Will one of nya PLEASE take care of nyer knyight already?!” Ferris cried, turning to face the other members of the Emilia Camp, all various shades of lost and panicked. “If he won’t leave on his own, then—”

“On it— c’mon, Captain, let’s just—”

The hand on his bicep was gentle, but for a moment it felt like the world’s most dangerous vice grip had threatened to close around his arm. Subaru recoiled violently. “Don’t—!”

Garfiel flinched away, eyes wide with hurt. Subaru felt a stab of guilt and immediately tried to laugh it off. “Wait— Garf, you just startled me, that’s it! It’s not— It’s not like I thought —”

“Will one of nyew who DIDN’T try to kill him— Oh crap I think that’s pretty much all of nya isn’t it—”

“That’s half the people in this room Od damn it—”

“It’s not like it ever really— you weren’t even supposed to KNOW about this, so can’t we just—” Subaru wanted to cry. He really, really wanted to cry. “It wasn’t that big a deal and it never happened! So just drop it already so we can go back to—”

“Subaru that is a VILE suggestion—!”

“Why do any of you even care?!” Subaru didn’t even know what he was saying anymore. He was talking too fast. His blood was roaring in his ears. He was going to pass out. “You didn’t— didn’t care before, so why is it suddenly—” A flash of anger suddenly cleared his panicked mind, like a bolt of lightning through a stormcloud. “All of you are just faking this!”

Ferris stared at him, mouth agape. “WHAT?!”

“Yeah, okay, I get it! You don’t actually give a shit! This is a ploy to get us to— to step out of the election, or give up something important, or—”

“Subaru, sto—!” Emilia’s voice barely reached his ears.

“Well it’s not gonna work! I already know that sort of trick and I’m calling your bluff now, so you’ll just have to find a way to fight us fair and—”

“Natsuki Subaru, that is ENOUGH!”

Subaru squeaked, finally falling silent. The rest of the room fell quiet as well. Julius rarely got angry enough to raise his voice like that, but when he did, people listened.

A look of guilt briefly flashed through the man’s eyes before hardening into — something else. A large hand wrapped around his wrist and pulled, hard, with Subaru finding himself forced to stumble along as his senior knight pulled him further into the inn.

“I am removing my junior from this situation,” he told Anastasia, bowing briefly and slightly as he moved past her. “Please feel free to start without us.”

“Thank you, Julius,” Anastasia said. He saw Crusch mutter something to Ferris, who bowed wordlessly before starting after them, but Subaru was pulled out of the room entirely before the knight could catch up.

“Now,” he heard Anastasia say as they rounded the corner, out of sight. Her voice suddenly sounded much colder. “I think we need ta have a bit of a talk…”

[goldfades]

✮ 𝐳𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐬' 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐧, zegras!sister au masterlist

-> all random thoughts will be put under the #zegras' have more fun au tag! for more particular thoughts, take a look at #stassie x jack or #stassie x lukey

zegras!fam x oc , hughes brothers (luke/jack) x oc (previously was a reader insert)

★ introduction !

➔ intro to anastasia zegras

➔ timeline

➔ socials

★ fics !

➔ scary news is: you're on your own now. cool news is: you're on your own now! (reader insert) (could be read as the prologue) | the zegras family say their goodbyes to Y/N as she heads off to michigan.

➔ friends it is set after this instagram post. parker invites stass to a party after a football and somehow, it turns into luke and stass talking about "them"

➔ the lakehouse incident set before the events of 22-23 year. the summer before umich, trevor and stass spend it with their closest friends, the hughes.

★ blurbs !

[ to be added ! ]

★ social media edits !

➔ summer dumpie 2022 | sort of a prologue? + reader insert

➔ week one = done | y/n shows off her first week of uni and the captain of the hockey captain purposes something... + reader insert

➔ it's ya birthday! | it's y/n's 19th birthday back in 2022! + reader insert

➔ media day pictures | media day pictures and something makes the jack stans go crazy

➔ who's jude bellingham? | stass' new photo dump on instagram after the party (plus imsg drama??)

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[number-one-fan-of-heavy]

HAALALLOOOOOOOOO, EVERYBOODDDYYYYY!!!!!!!!!! MERRY SMISSMAS, AKLLLEESS!!!!!!!!!!!!! YAYYYY WOHOOHOOOOO YES !!!!!!!!!!! IT IS SUCH A GOOD DAY. EVERYONE KD GOING TO OPEN GIFTS. WE ARE GOING TO EAT AND DRINK AND... OH... SO EMOTIONAL... ANASTASIA AMELIE'S FIRST CHRISTMAS...... HER FIRST INTRODUCTION TO HEE SIBLINGS... ALL OF THE LOVE. OHH MEIN GOTT.... THIS WILL BE SUCH A GOOD DAY!!!!!!! I CANNOT WAIT !!! OH...

[fairytale-poll]

ROUND 4A, MATCH 1 OUT OF 2!

*Includes the original 1950 animated film, the 2002 sequel Cinderella II: Dreams Come True, and the 2007 sequel Cinderella III: A Twist in Time.

Propaganda Under the Cut:

Disney's Cinderella:

she is very iconic, she is super kind and has a beautiful dress

Submitting specifically because Cinderella III: A Twist in Time has lived rent-free in my head ever since I was a small child.

This Cinderella is most young (western) peoples introduction to this very story. Cinderella is so hopeful and by getting one small magical adventure, her whole life changes for the better. She is skilled and inspires such loyalty with her kindness that it’s hard to dislike her for any reason she gives. I’ve always been jealous of her ball hairdo too.

Walt Disney put all he had into this movie. And his favorite animation was the dress transformation scene. There’s a reason she is often front and center on the Princess group promotions.

she is the original. to me. probably the first exposure to cinderella for a solid chunk of people alive & on tumblr today. she is just a perfect encapsulation of everything that cinderella is, even if she's become warped in the public consciousness. also i'm pretty sure she's the reason why the glass slippers are so predominant in more recent retellings bc she is simply so iconic. 100/10 no notes 💜

She's maybe not the OG OG but she was one of the first animated Disney princesses and strangely enough it doesn't stop her from having an amazing personality. She's literally a slave but keeps being a nice person, forgiving and always doing her best. And the sequels absolutely didn't ruin her character. She's a sweet girl who tries to fit in but who's loyal to the person she is and who tries to change things always in a cute and sweet way to show people it's not that hard. She literally forgave Anastasia and tried to help her after all she did to her (the scene where the step-sisters destroy her dress still is terrifying to me)... she's awesome and deserves more recognition honestly...

(Mod's note: the following submitted specifically for Cinderella III: A Twist in Time, but I condensed the animated movies into one entry.) No she is not the same as the original Cinderella of 1950. This girl’s biggest chance was unfairly snatched away from her. When the Prince was brainwashed she was enough to get him to double take. She was so Right that their connection over powered magic. And she had to be rescued from a ship. And was almost crushed within a pumpkin! And finally had to expose another imposter, who turned out to be just another victim of Lady Trameine. This Cinderella fought harder for her love because she knew what True Love was like and she still was able to forgive those who asked for it.

(Mod's note: the following submitted specifically for Cinderella III: A Twist in Time, but I condensed the animated movies into one entry.) Listen yes it's the same Cinderella from 1950 but she has an arc in this one! It's Disney's greatest film!!

Listen I love them both but the animated Cinderella definitly shine in every single movie she has. And she has 3.

Vote for Cinderella because she deserves it and is still underrated in the Disney Princesses Franchise when she survived so much (ab*se... Lady Tremaine still terrifies me and she doesn't even have magical powers except when she steals the magic wand in Cinderella 3) Also one vote for Cinderella is one jump outside the window Henri is ready to do. Yes it's real.

Disney animated the original fairytale but definitely made it more magical and less creepy (like the birds making the step sisters blind? It gave me nightmares for ages). If I think: which one will I want to rediscover multiple times? Disney's Cinderella. Plus Cinderella 3 is a masterpiece.

Mofurun as "Mofurella"

listen. they do an episode where they're all sucked into Cinderella and they make the trans teddy bear Cinderella. Incredible story writing, 10/10, no notes.

Mofurdella is even plot relevant, that episode is how they get the Rainbow Carriage for their group attack anyway MOFURDELLA FIRST CINDERELLA PRECURE EPISODE TO GET ONE MOFURILLION VOTES

[gothic-thoughts]

The Wholesome Masterlist

Updates Weekly

All Black Reader(dur), either Fem of Gender Neutral

All Fluff -- All Angst -- All Drabble

Sorted by Fandom in Alphabetical Order

Here's the Smut Masterlist

Attack On Titan

Smart Choices-- Levi Ackerman Fem Angst

A Different Option-- Mikasa Ackerman Fem Fluff

C.O.D.

Safer With A Stranger-- Soap Mactavish Fem Angst

(Un)Trustworthy-- König Fem Angst

So Damn Into You-- König Fem Fluff

Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy-- König Fem Fluff/Angst

Wrath-- Ghost Riley GN Angst

All Dreams Have Meaning-- Soap MacTavish x Fem Fluff

Joined At The Hip (Part 1)-- König x Fem Angst

Demon Slayer

Lost and Found-- Kyojurou Rengoku Fem Angst/Fluff

His Favorite Rival-- Tengen Uzui GN Fluff

Genshin Impact

House Of Memories-- Diluc Ragnvindr Fem Angst

Whole Lotta Lost-- Kaeya Alberich Fem Fluff

JJBA

Just Five Seconds Of Focus-- Joseph Joestar Fem Fluff

Second Chances-- Dio Brando Fem Fluff

High Baby Fever-- Dio Brando Fem Angst

Too Selfless-- Stardust Crusaders GN Angst

Aftermath-- Dio Brando Fem Angst

Be Still-- Narcisco Anastasia GN Fluff

Quarto De Hotel-- Dio Brando Fem Fluff

Ghosts-- Josuke Higashigata GN Fluff

JJK

A Kiss Before I Go (remaster)-- Satoru Gojo Fem Angst

A Kiss Before I Go-- Satoru Gojo Male Angst

King Of Almost Everything-- Sukuna Ryomen Fem Drabble

Area Codes-- JJK x Reader GN Headcannons

Slow on the Internet-- Yuuji Itadori Fem Fluff

Who Is She?-- Geto Suguru GN Fluff

Come To Fruition-- Sukuna Ryomen GN Angst

Late-- Nanami Kento Fem Drabble

Date Night-- Nanami Kento Fem Fluff

Not Listening-- Toge Inumaki Fem Angst

Different I Love You-- Gojo Satoru Fem Fluff

Bombing-- Sukuna Ryomen Fem Angst

Marvel

Oddly Intriguing-- Bucky Barnes GN Drabble

A Favor-- Steve Rogers Fem Angst

My Hero Academia (there's only like 2 and I don't really plan on writing more 😭)

New Kid-- Dabi Fem Fluff

Formal Introduction-- Shota Aizawa GN Fluff

One Piece

Reimburse-- Roronoa Zoro GN Drabble

No One Left Behind-- Roronoa Zoro Fem Angst

No One Left Behind? (Part 2)-- Roronoa Zoro Fem Fluff

Keep Our Mouths Busy-- Sanji Vinsmoke Fem Angst

Slashers

Scariest Promotion Ever (Part 1)-- Michael Myers Fem Fluff

Getting Through To You (Part 2)-- Michael Myers Fem Fluff

His Favorite Nurse (Part 3)-- Michael Myers Fem Angst

Pinky Promise-- Ghostface Fem Drabble

[agent-darkfest]

Yup, it happened again, I got into another awesome story, and I’m pretty sure this one needs no introduction… but I’ll say it anyways. If you haven’t already, please go check out “Bethroned” by @strawbubbysugar; there is also some really beautiful art by the author. I am eating this up like a starving animal. It’s so damn cute!!! I just wanna take all the characters and put them in my pocket, I love them so much! And the art! *chokes on the beauty*

So as per usual, I couldn’t help myself and just had to draw a couple of scenes inspired by the story (the last one isn’t actually a scene, but it was inspired by one of Moon’s descriptions). I also listened to a lot of the soundtrack from the Anastasia animated movie, for some reason the music was really vibing with me for the setting (particularly the Prologue, Once Upon a December, and In the Dark of the Night).

Also, I wanna do a full rendered picture of one of these, but I can’t pick which one *cries onto my fanart* TwT Send help…

Anyways, ye… *jumps out window*

[batty-barty-crouchjr]

introduction

i’m barty, and the better barty crouch

17 y/o

slytherin

i like my boyfriend a lot

i speak romanian, french and english!!

likes: raccoons, snakes, dark magic, evan and reg, potions, cigarettes, the smiths, green.

dislikes: homophobia, racism, transfiguration, most gryffindors, hangovers and sore throats.

people i know!

my wonderful boyfriend evan - @who-killed-rosie

evans same face person- @pandoras-box-of-love

regulus my best friend - @reggie-the-starboy

queen of slytherin (sorry pandora) - @its-a-dork-cas

CISSSY!!!! - @blackrosecissa

cissy’s scary sister - @bella-trixy

andy:) - @st4rgirl-andy

blonde barbie ass hair - @lucious-malfoys-hair

regulus’s brother - @whyso-s1rius

my favourite redhead - @lily-0f-the-v4lley

chappell roan enjoyer (marlene) - @marls-meadowes

my fav gryffindor girl - @ur-fav-macdonald

cissys girlfriend - @cue-alice

my favourite gryffindor boy (remus) - @inkstainedmoons

regulus’s boyfriend thing/james - @antlers4brains

peter rat thing - @freaky-lil-wormy

(i’ll add more people later)

TO JOIN DM @maybe-an-rp!!!

OOC!!!

hiiii!!! i’m anastasia irl and this is my first rp!! i’m new to tumblr and rps so sorry if it’s a bit weird because it is confusing for me sometimes to sort things out. all the pictures i use will be from pinterest, i take NO credit for any pictures i use!

[strxwberrysweetheart]

𝒾𝓃 𝒶 𝒸𝓇ℴ𝓌𝒹 ℴ𝒻 𝓉𝒽ℴ𝓊𝓈𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓈

k. zoldyck x fem! reader

𝒮𝓎𝓃ℴ𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈! - On another adventure, the group is in over their heads when you are given the “role” of a lost princess, and Killua tells you his history with her to help you get into character.

𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈! - Guilt and lying (oops), blatant copying of the plot of ‘Anastasia’ (sorry it’s just too good!), kind of cringe (reader is the lost princess) (wow who would’ve seen that coming!), doesn’t really have a solid ending (reader is left confused), unedited ☹️

𝒜𝓊𝓉𝒽ℴ𝓇𝓈 𝒩ℴ𝓉ℯ! 🍓 - I am very obsessed with HxH and Anastasia right now, so why not combine!!! (Also please listen to ‘In A Crowd of Thousands’ while reading its so good)

Despite everything you have been through before, this is unsurprisingly the most insane thing you’ve ever done.

On a rickety train, your friends are all asleep around you. The dim lights would have lulled you to sleep in any other instance, but this time, you were far too anxious to even close your eyes. By dawn, you would be in a kingdom you’ve never seen before, putting on your best performance for a panel of individuals who will likely see right through you, trying to convince them, and the thousands of civilians who resided there that you were the long lost princess they’ve spent so much time looking for.

Even if they did believe you, no one would really win here. All you would do is give people you’ve never met false hope and comfort that the princess had come home. It was all just one huge lie, and for what? To get your hands on villains in hiding?

Your mind was racing, eyes focused on the strained floor of the aisle as the country-side scenery was slowly filled with more and more homes and other buildings.

“You okay?” You snapped out of it when an all-too-familiar voice whispered to you in the darkness. You jumped slightly, your attention breaking from the floor to Killua’s face, sitting right in front of you, his gaze trained on your nervous expression.

You shouldn’t have been surprised, of course he was awake. Blinking slightly, you shrunk under his gaze, shifting and you tried to craft the perfect response in your distracted mind.

Although you tried, you realized that you could say you were fine a million times over and he wouldn’t believe it, none of your friends would at this point.

“I just- I just don’t know if I’m ready for this.” You muttered, rubbing your tired eyes as exhaustion finally hit you like a truck, even though your body was too wired to fall asleep. Facts and pictures were tangled in your mind, all about the lost princess. What seemed like hundreds of faces floated in the back of your head, most likely permanently attached to names in your brain. You knew everything about this girl, you could point out her bedroom window from an outside view of the house, and name off the top of your head where her furniture lays in there. Why did you still feel so unprepared?

Killua squinted at you, like he was trying to glance at what was below the surface of your slightly sweaty skin. “Why? You know who she was and how she acted. More than any of the other wannabe-princesses tried to do.”

You weren’t surprised by his bluntness, you’ve gotten used to it by now, so used to it that you’ve started to enjoy his honesty. It was always needed against your sugar-coated smiles.

The search for the princess has been ongoing for years, ever since she went missing after the massacre of the rest of her family on a snowy evening when she was just a child. Many thought she was dead, but since her body was never found, there was no telling where she was, which was used as the subtle ray of hope that got dimmer and dimmer as years passed, especially with the introduction of wannabe-princesses pretending to be royal flesh and blood for whatever monetary gain they believed they would get from it.

Money makes the world go around, doesn’t it?

But then again, how were you better than any of these girls? You were doing the exact same thing, weren’t you? Going around and lying to vulnerable people for your own gain. It left a sick feeling in your stomach, but you couldn’t decipher if it was the immense guilt, or the connection you felt to the princess. The one you’ve felt for the long time.

“I know, it’s just- I don’t know if I can be like her. Sure I know her, but that’s not the same as being.” You explained quietly, the soft snores of the other three grounding you to reality. The sun was slowly rising, now peeking above the horizon with the faintest of glows, and Killua just watched as you sighed.

“Why?” He asked simply, and although you were never much of a hitter, you felt the distinct need to smack him upside his head. But, before the instinct reached your body, you squinted softly, thinking about the question.

You’ve felt a connection to the princess since you were a child, a small orphan taken in by the loveliest of lovely couples, who had always anted a child but could never have one. At the age of nine, you followed the news coverage of the search to find her. Homes and train cars in the area were searched from top to bottom, small girls matching her description were stopped and questioned. You found it all fascinating, but the thing you found most interesting were the dreams you had about her.

You had dreams of the night of the massacre, a grand ballroom, a bright, glittering blanket of snow covered in blood. They all began as the most exquisite dream, and ended in a grueling night terror. You woke up in a cold sweat after all of them, and, in all honesty, you would have forgotten about the dreams if they hadn’t resurfaced with your new adventure.

“I can’t be her because I’m not her,” You explained, trying to study the look on Killua’s face. It was the look which told you that you were an idiot. At this point, the look was so distinguished that you believed it was just for you, in moments you didn’t live up to what was expected of you as a “genius”.

You weren’t actually a genius, you’ve just had a nearly-perfect memory since you were small. Sometimes you could even vividly remember the day your now-parents picked you up off of the streets. You remember being cold and hungry, but in all honesty you can’t recall how you got into the state, or where your birth parents were. Perhaps you never knew them.

“Well, you could act that Gon, but that doesn’t mean you are Gon.” You continued, desperately trying to get that look off of his face. It made him look like an old, irritated professor searching for a wildly impossible answer he just made up in his mind. You would have told him this, but a certain knot in your throat stopped you for an unknown reason. Now, you just ed stared at each other, and waited.

“You don’t have to be her, you just have to be enough like her to convince everyone you are.” His explanation was lackluster at best and redundant at worst, and the stress mixed with the irritation he was causing made your eye twitch only slightly, and that slight movement in your body made Killua jump upright. You scoffed into a fit of giggles, only stopping when he spoke again.

“Geez, are you actually that worried?” He blinked a few times, as if he was actually bewildered at the fact that you were anxious, like he hasn’t seen it a million times before. You just looked down at your lap, swiping your sweaty palms against the fabric of your pants. You could feel his eyes on you, heavy as rocks on your shoulders and not attempting to hide their weight.

“I met her, y’know? Before it happened.” He spoke quietly, and the sound of his words made your head shoot up. He, of course, didn’t need to explain what ‘it’ was, everyone knew what ‘it’ meant. The night the king, his wife, and all but one of his children were murdered in their very own castle. The princess was the only one to get away, well, people assume she got away.

“You did? When?” You shot back, leaning forward in your seat. When did Killua Zoldyck have the chance to meet a princess? Didn’t he spend the majority of his childhood on a mountain? Well, considering his father left him at Heavens Arena for months when he was a little boy, anything could happen.

“When I was like, six,” He leaned his head into his palm, almost looking bored, a complete contrast to his friend across from him, leaning as far forward in her chair possible before she fell to the ground. Knowing her, he wouldn’t be surprised if she did fall. “My dad went on a mission in town a couple months before it happened, and he brought be along. He was protecting the royal family, actually.”

He could see it now, the crowded streets, seeming even more busy because of how small he was. The sun was high and blinding in the sky, beating down on him in sweltering heat. He didn’t mind though, he’d been through worse, and his father even worse, who didn’t even sweat as he pushed through the crowd.

“There was a parade that day, that’s why he was there, to follow their car and make sure nothing could hurt them.” Killua explained, although the sentence seemed silly, knowing that happened to them in the winter of that very same year. He remembers listening in on his fathers phone call after it happened, the usual stoic look on his face, with something strange, a gleam in his eye he couldn’t place at the time, although now he knows it was something comparable to sadness, or even disappointment.

“There must have been like, a thousand people there lining the streets. It was super loud, and hard to see, but I somehow got to see the car.” He explained, remembering how he had looked through the cracks in people’s legs, watching as an elegant, expensive car rolled by, the family sitting within it. They all smiled softly, waving to the people of their town, and then he saw her.

“Was the princess there?” Your excited voice cut him off, and he scowled in irritation. “I was getting to that!” The yelling was instinctive, but caused the two of them to freeze as they turned to look towards their friends, still sleeping. “Sorry.” You muttered, shifting in your seat, a contagious grin on your face.

“She was there, right next to her mom. I think she was my age, but she sat so… straight. Like proper, y’know. She was really royalty, and she was proud, her older siblings acted more childish that she did.” Killua recalled, a small red flush creeping onto his face, and before you could gawk over his simple blush, he continued to tell his story.

“I- I stared at her, and everyone was cheering so loud but I just…stared.” You almost cooed, but decided not to because Killua was the type to absolutely keep vital information from you if you annoyed him enough. It was sort of sweet, you could never imagine Killua having a crush on anyone, even as a kid, you found it adorable.

He continued, “Then I started running, and I called out her name. Everyone was going crazy but I pushed through them to the side of the street. I could already tell my dad was pissed, even though he hadn’t called for me yet, but I don’t think I even cared. I even snuck through the guard, only for a second, and I went up to the car and reached for her…” He paused, and you almost fell out of you seat in anticipation. “and she smiled at me.”

You were astonished by the softness in his tone, a longing in his eyes that set your heart ablaze. You’ve never seen him like this before, even though you can’t deny that you’ve wanted to.

“Then I ran away, before the guards could catch me, and the parade went on as usual.” He then shrugged, the look in his eyes vanishing before your own as quick as it came, and you found yourself wanting it back.

“That’s sweet.” You smiled, your heart touched by his subtle gentleness, and his face turned red again, this time with embarrassment. He looked away in true Killua fashion and you were surprised when the burning feeling in your chest did not go away. “I saw the girl one time! It’s not like we were married!” He hissed again, watching his volume this time, but you just smiled like you usually did, and he had to fight really hard to not look at your face.

“Sorry.” You giggled again, and he was going to tell you to quit apologizing, but he stopped himself, getting his pounding heart under control before speaking again.

“You could make it a part of your story, if you wanted to.” He mumbled, still looking away, watching as the sunrise layered the sky with various blues and pinks and shades of orange, as bright and welcoming as a girl he once sort of knew, and a girl he knows now.

You saw yourself in that parade, sitting in an expensive open-roofed car with your family. You could nearly feel the heat scorching your skin, the pain of the sun blinding you. The crowd whooped and hollered as you passed, waving flags and tossing flowers, you could feel the press of your mother against your side, her fingers brushing your slightly frizzy hair. It felt real.

“A parade…” You muttered to yourself, catching Killua’s attention, he glanced at you, listening. “There weren’t any clouds in the sky, and it was burning hot. Everyone cheered for us, they lined the streets in rows.” You almost found yourself choking up talking about it, your stomach aching as you saw them all around you.

“It was a crowd of thousands,” You continued, “And I’d never seen so many people in my life.” Somehow, finding the princess in your mind seemed easier, and you were relieved, her voice itching at you as you retold her story. “This boy caught my eye in the crowd, he was unlike anything I’d ever seen before. He was… thin and kind of scary.” You chuckled to yourself at Killua’s expression, silently offended but not saying anything still.

“He started running, pushing through the crowd and calling out my name. He even made it through the guards, and I tried not to smile, I knew I shouldn’t, but I smiled.” In the heat of the moment, the scene of a mini Killua reaching for you, you saw something else. You knew it wasn’t part of his story but you couldn’t deny it, it was there, in your mind, and it just felt so right, like it belonged there. Like it was real.

“And then…he bowed.” You muttered, curious eyes reaching Killua as he turned to you, eyes widened, bewildered.

“I didn’t tell you that!” He sounded astounded, almost offended, like you reached into his mind and stole a part of the story as he sat up. You were just as surprised as him, the image much clearer in your mind, the feeling of a mothers fingers in your hair, the sound of the parade, the heat of the sun, the smile invading your face. It all felt real…because it was. It was your story. But how in the world was that possible?

“You didn’t have to… I- I remember?” The statement was almost a question, mostly because you had no idea how you would have a memory of a royal parade you never attended.

“How? Oh my god…” Your eyes were wide and puzzled, trying to piece together the memories flooding your mind, playing in a garden you’ve never been to, awing at sights you’ve never seen, smiling at boys you wouldn’t meet for another six years.

You thought of your dreams, the bloodshed and carnage in the tranquility of a silent winter night, a ballroom dimmed in it’s emptiness. You remember running, and then you remember nothing at all, not until you were that new girl, the cold and hungry one taken in by the most empathetic of hearts.

You weren’t. You couldn’t be, right?

Killua looked at you, his eyes the same as your own, he was almost studying you, sifting through the glimmer in your eyes and the way your hair laid. He didn’t believe this, did he? You hoped he didn’t because even though you wanted to be, you were not that princess he has remembered for all these years, you couldn’t be!

But it was all there, stored in your head. Your mind has never lied to you before, so how could it now. The thumping of your heart was uninvited, and so was the excess sweat coating your palms as you tried to work through this. You didn’t notice the clock striking seven until the train came to an abrupt stop in the station.

You heard people getting out of their seats, and your friends stirred. You looked at Killua for any sort of answer, as if he could give you one you didn’t already know. As you gazed, you noticed his eyes were softened, he was sure of himself, an expression of pure confidence on his face.

“I guess it’s time, your Highness.” He stood, kicking Gon’s shin lightly before walking out of the train car, telling him he needed to stretch his legs. As Gon woke the others, you stood up, a swirling feeling in your stomach that couldn’t be ignored. Could you be her? Are you her? Killua certainly seems to think so.

In your own little world, you missed Killua’s eyes on you, trained on you mannerisms. On his face was what could possibly be called a smile, although there was only a hint of it. He had sworn to himself, all those years ago, that even in a crowd of thousands, he would find you again. Well, that crowd of thousands then spanned to crowd of millions, but you were here. He found you.