#;; echoes in the castle halls ( headcanons )

[heartdoomed]

Hey! I was wondering if I could request a story or headcanons with Daniela and a maid? Personally, I headcanon Daniela as a huge flirt and loved receiving attention from the maids. What if there was a new maid ignore Daniela, at first. She doesn't give Daniela her attention easily and Daniela tries to flirt with the maid and get a reaction. Then one day the maid turns the tables and flirts with Daniela back (maybe steals a kiss), and returns to her work like nothing happened. Basically, a maid puts Daniela in her place and realizes that she's not the only one who can fluster others.

Have a good day!💃

Hello~

This is such a nice prompt! Dani is one of my ride or dies, she is just too precious and for what?? Either way, enjoy!

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Pairing: Daniela Dimitrescu x Maid! Reader

Genre: One-Shot, Fluff

Warnings: Mentions of blood and death

Masterlist

Working for the Dimitrescu family was nothing like you or anybody else imagined. Well, surely the tales you’ve heard from this crippling place were enough to keep inhabitants away but this was far from a simple choice. Like you, many other maids — both residents and past servants — came here in a desperate need of shelter, food or the bare minimum to survive in this hell of a place. Living under the wrath of Lady Dimitrescu and her daughters could just be better than the savaging of those monsters outside. You left the cold to embrace the warmth of what they promised to be a fairly average job — a facade, one you didn’t noticed till you experienced your first night in that castle shaped trap. Your ears were flooded with unwanted laughter, screams and the ever present sentiment of insecurity. By any means maybe you should have risked it all by staying outside within the village, but soon you realized that just as this wasn’t any usual job, you had no usual way of simply “asking to quit”.

Your first night was haunted with unwanted laughters, echoing screams and the ever lasting feeling of unsafeness that ever truly went away. You’ve never felt this exposed, like the other maids you were a walking plaything for the infamous daughters to play with and soon you too realized that. Now, weeks into this new job of yours, you feared the occurrences were past the shocking point for you. Sure, you don’t think you could ever get fully used to seeing severed human remains scattered around the halls or having to wash the girl’s blood soaked clothes but at certain point but you just had to endure things, out of survival or not.

Lady Dimitrescu herself was a… interesting woman. In fact, the only time you properly spoke to her was when you first started in this place. Sharp, composed and commanding — you never thought someone could get that tall and still posses such incredible elegance, yet there she was to stun you. You rarely saw of her wandering around the castle, but you knew how busy she always was nonetheless. Bela was a prodigious daughter, somewhat of a mirror to her own mother but with her own characteristics. She enjoyed teasing you, more than you would expect from someone who claimed to be as mature as her mother. Cassandra was, and is, someone you avoid around the place, simply because she is no mere woman to be messed up with and you have seen what she is capable of doing to maids she doesn’t get along with — hells bells, you had to brush those floors for hours apart to get rid of the blood stains.

And there was… Daniela.

Like the other Dimitrescu family members, you only knew of her from what the other maids told you. Still, you were incredibly sure she had already caught an eye onto you.

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“Ah! There you are!” A voice echoed, sounding hauntingly close to your left shoulder. Unfamiliar, but judging by the tone you could just guess it wasn’t just another maid. “So you are the new maid?”

Turning around resulted in almost bumping face-on with Daniela. ‘The red head’ How the maids referred to her. She was smiling, a smile that didn’t quite indicated what she wanted but for sure it wasn’t the type of smile people used greeted other with, not with the matching grin of mischievousness she held— that made you realize how blood stained her mouth was, it made you shiver but you kept your composure still.

“Yes I am. Good afternoon, miss.”

Quick, polite, and the minimum expected from a maid. You gave her a short bow before turning on your heels to continue your chores, these windows wouldn’t polish themselves and the last thing you wanted to get was a scold of one of the head maids. Daniela was left speechless, to say at least, she was stoic in place as she watched you continue on your day — something deep inside her mind sparkled, like waving a trinket in front of a feline. The interest she had for you went over heels, like an imaginary challenge was just set between you both.

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The relationship between the both of you was unusual. Although you seek to avoid or even hide away from the red head you both always managed to bump into each other someway, much to Dani’s delight. Ever since she laid her eyes on you, you knew you came to an inescapable doom of some sorts and you were absolutely right! From that time on, Daniela became your shadow. She followed you everywhere, from rooms, to halls, even getting shortcuts from secret passages in order to catch up and pretend you were the one to bump on her but to her dismay, you didn’t seemed to pay much mind to her games.

In yet another day under the reigns of serving in that castle, you quickened your pace around the west halls, eager that your shift was almost complete and that you could finally rest your tired body. Small heels clicked softly against the luxurious floor, it was a silent night, too silent perhaps? You were used to hearing the girls planning on what to kill in their next hunt but tonight you heard nothing more than distant cracks and the usual wind blow against the tall trees —

“Rah!”

Suddenly, the youngest of the three sisters jumped in front of you, weapon at bay and hissing teeth — her face mere inches from yours. You didn’t precisely yelled, but it surely made you startled. Placing a hand against your chest, you sighed in a strange short of relief. Other maids would have genuine fear of actually being the prey of the day for the girls, but from what you have heard; She was the one you’d rather ran into.

“Miss Daniela— You’ve scared me!”

Daniela’s grin turned into a smile as she loosely spun her weapon against her fingers with little effort, soon you found her form pushing further against you and a nearby wall.

“Ohhhhh, Did I? Oh but you can’t blame me, right? Your face looks even prettier when you scared~”

Pressing you almost entirely against the wall, Daniela couldn’t expect you to swiftly undergo under her arm and flee her trap. She turned to look at you with a point, quickly walking back towards you almost tangled yourself within the long curtains of a nearby window. Your eyes squinted at her audacity, it was somewhat very cute but you also couldn’t stop brushing off her attempts. Maybe deep inside you even liked to give her a cold shoulder, it brought her into a needy state of shameless flirting.

“I’m truly honored Miss Dani—“ You murmured.

“Call me Dani, luv~” She purred.

Cursed heavens, she was starting to finally get under your skin after all of this time. And as if she could read your thoughts, her smile widened, it was the smile one would show as they ran up to the finishing line of a hard track race. Just as she approached yet again, you furrowed your eyebrows as an idea flickered in your head — risky, bold and unexpected, nothing short of a maid’s behavior but you still went for it. Lunging forwards, your lips smashed against Dani’s just as you turned to pretend on moving across her. It was quick, but firm and full of savor — you could taste the distinct metal of the leftover blood against her lips, but also something else you couldn’t quite put your finger into. Nonetheless, her lips felt surprisingly soft but cold, it was like kissing a marble statue.

Just as quickly as it came it ended right away. Daniela was left in total bliss, a shocked expression of someone in disbelief — face almost as red as the wine her family produced — it only took her a turn of her head to see you quickly vanishing further into the castle with the same posture as before, as if this moment had been nothing more than her imagination. She had never felt this warm before, not even when she stood near a fireplace or watched the fire of a wooden pit burn. Her shook transformed into a genuine burst of chuckles and the widest her grin has even reached, Daniela felt drunk with happiness and all because of you, she had to catch you yet again, suddenly nothing else mattered but to be able to have you this close. You had just outdone the biggest flirter of the sister trio, no maid has ever had this much boldness like you did, or simply had the skills to make Daniela so hooked like this.

The woman dissipated into a swarm of flies, quickly leaving as her laughter echoed yet again across the castle grounds. You heard it too, also smiling to yourself as you finished the last of your chores. You wondered just how interesting things would get around here.

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AN: This is my first-ish One-Shot, i’m shaking and hoping this is at least decent or that I can improve in the future! Either way, tysm for the ask and I hope ya enjoyed it!

[reareaotaku]

Yandere! Bela Dimitrescu Headcanons

You were dared to go into the Dimitrescu's mansion/castle by some of your peers after claiming you weren't scared of that family

That was a fucking lie

You had heard rumors about the evil family, but they left their home, so you were safe as long as you stayed out of their home, which you didn't do. You weren't sure why they never left their home, but you weren't about to ask a million questions

All you had to do was steal something, like a vase or something, nothing big OR take a picture of one of the Dimitrescus members

You did NOT want to run into any of the woman of the house, so you decided to steal something. It was stupid, you knew that, but would she really miss one wine or a stupid vase?

Obviously Lady Dimitrescu would

You could hear her yell for Cassandra[?] when finding out one of her wines was missing. You had to get out, like now

That's when you ran into her, the blonde one

You didn't know her name, as you had never thought you would ever need to know it, but you felt like you were shitting bricks

She was covered in blood and a buzzing sound echos across the halls. You quickly hide the wine bottle behind you and smile awkwardly. She giggles before disappearing into a swarm

What you were unaware of is that you were lead there on purpose. One of the girls who pushed you into going into the mansion used to work for the Dimitrescu's and was only allowed to leave because Bela said if the girl can find a replacement, she can leave. Hence, why you were tricked into going into the mansion.

Bela knew who you were to a certain extent, because it is a small town, so some of the maids talk about their friends. Your name got brought up a lot.

You were quick to leave the house and were thrilled when you got out without getting murdered. This was definitely a story you would tell your kids.

What you weren't expecting was that tall ass fucking bitch to follow you home and kidnap you while you sleep for her daughter. You awoke with her standing over you- and it was terrifying

Bela pretty much made you into her personal servent

She's very possessive over you and always keeps you with her

If her sisters ever try taking your attention, she gets very aggressive

She's a sadistic, evil woman

She 'blackmails' you with threats of death if you don't do what she wants

She really just adores you and wants your attention, but isn't sure how to keep it

As long as you keep her happy, you'll be happy

[majoresca]

The empty-hearted king.

A headcanon that I prefer, is that King Magnus is not married and is very frustrated by it.

Not that not being married and having children was his preference, but rather that no suitor likes the person he is.

Because besides being superb, he is very showy and narcissistic. Which would make him a terrible romantic partner, and an even worse father.

Being in love with himself, with no space for anyone else.

So, to make up for the emptiness in his heart. He fills the echoes of his empty castle with big parties full of people, for there is none but him and his servants to fill the rooms and halls.

No voice but his own, no response to his conversations. No words of affection for their loved ones, not even a lullaby to an empty crib.

Because his heart doesn't know the difference between what it's like to "have" rather than "possess".

[slepoepyatno]

Drawings and text for ask. My headcanon on what happened to the little ghoul in the ending of The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath

When Richard Upton Pickman was able to rise from the black onyx floor in Unknown Kadath, the silhouettes of Carter and all of his fellow ghouls disappeared into a flickering, ominous light.

The loud whine of the trumpet deafened him, forcing him to fall to his knees again. It seemed that the bulky wall around and even the air itself were shaking in a single eerie groan. The light flickered, dimming under the onslaught of black smoke, thickening with every moment, which seemed to appear from the very darkness in the far corners of the hall. Slowly, with royal leisurely, the darkness turned into a figure. The black robe flowed across the floor, and no matter how hard he tried to strain his eyes and focus, Pickman could not distinguish where the smoke ended and the fabric began.

Golden jewelry refracted the dim rays of light, blinded his eyes, which had long been accustomed to existing in the darkness, his sensitive sense of smell caught the intensifying aroma of sandalwood and some other incense, the names of which he did not remember or, probably, did not even know. The pungent smell was suffocating, and the hum of pipes and vibration of air still echoed in his head as a mocking cacophony.

There was no need to be surprised or ask questions. It was pointless. Should he have expected to meet anyone else in a castle on top of unknown Kadath?

However, it was worth thanking the gods or other forces, in which he, if he believed, did not reverence too much, for the mere fact that the Messenger of Other Gods mercifully chose the most human-like form for this meeting.

The god could barely contain his grin as he watched this pitiful creature in front of him. In the mock majestic tone that had so impressed Randolph Carter in a similar scene, at the same moment in time, he began his speech:

- Greetings, oh fearless dreamer! I am impressed by your courage and firmness on the way to the forbidden lands surrounding the onyx castle of the Unknown Kadath.

Your faithful comrade, Randolph Carter, who risked disturbing the peace of the gods and challenging me, has already received his reward. At this very time, as we are talking, he is preparing to saddle the Shantak bird and go to the wonderful aisles of his desired Sunset City in order to forever surround himself with the dreams and visions of his childhood. The cherished desire of his rebellious mind is about to come true...

Nyarlathotep paused, spreading his arms like a stage actor, enjoying the effect. He towered over the bent Pickman, like an ancient statue of a black monolith.

- However, we still have some unfinished business. Another figure doomed to remain forever in the shadow of the ancient buildings of Salem, the picturesque hills of Providence, the gloomy gable roofs of Arkham and, finally, the golden reflections of the Sunset City... isn’t it? A creature that is forced to wander forever on the border, not experiencing full acceptance in any of its havens.

Looking meaningfully straight into the eyes of the defeated creature before him, Crouching Chaos continued his speech with unexpected warmth.

- I want to reward you for your courage, Richard Upton Pickman, for your devotion to the Dream World and your comrade. Because the shackles of the Real World could not contain your daring mind. They never could.

For this, I will give you what you were deprived of all these dark years spent on earth, in sorrowful loneliness. I will show you what trace you left in the hearts of people and how gloriously your blessed memory is honored.

Watching the frail figure of the former artist dissolve, swallowed up by darkness, the god could not help but laugh.

[solwintersarchived]

𓏲ּ  ֶָ  𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗  ⁝         charles melton,  30,  cis man,  he/him.    announcing  the  arrival  of  GERION  of  house  LANNISTER,  the  LORD  HEIR  of  LANNISPORT.  whispers  among  the  court  name  them  to  be  both  CHARISMATIC  and  SELFISH  in  disposition,  and  those  closest  to  them  speak  to  their  interests  in  politics.  if  we  bards  could  compose  a  song  for  them,  it  might  tell  stories  of  cerulean waters crashing on rocky shores , fingers running through hair like silk , gold  embellished  armour  , knowing eyes that nothing gets past , hidden daggers , a pile of old parchments , secrets and feelings well-concealed , sleepless nights , the  calm  before  a  storm.  the  seven  whisper  to  their  most  devout  queen  as  she  sleeps,  making  her  question  where  their  loyalties  truly  lie.  are  they  right  to  whisper?  for  their  loyalties  truly  lie  with  THE  LANNISTERS.         

stats :

name : gerion lannister age : 30 title : lord heir of lannisport date of birth : september 13th sexuality : pansexual languages spoken : common tongue, various dialects of low valyrian and trader's tongue religion : faith of the seven

height : 185cm hair colour : black eye colour : brown

father : tba lannister nee tba ( deceased ) mother : ruling lady cerenna lannister ( 55 ) siblings : tba lannister ( 25 - 26 ) , tba lannister ( 22 - 24 ) other : casterly rock lannisters ( cousins )

traits : charismatic , deceitful , gregarious , eloquent , adaptable , decadent , fanciful , hedonistic , cynical mbti : entp alignment : chaotic evil astro : virgo sun , gemini moon , leo rising

about :

eldest son , an heir , pride and joy you are supposed to be . you are full of light and love , your laughter echoes throughout the halls and the household says you are the ray of sunshine lady cerenna needed after so many tragedies . but she is cold and your warmth cannot reach her no matter how hard you try . the maesters and servants speak of your mother , of how she used to be , lannisport's delight , but you do not know that woman , the jovial one . all you know is stern words , looks of disdain and shivers at the mention of dragons . your aunts princess lelia and lady elissa haunt the halls of the castle , they have your mother's eyes but gentler . you catch mother finding comfort in their portraits , as if praying to them , for what are they but saints in this household ? and you are her warrior , carefully molded into what she wants you to be , you will be her vengeance , you shall give it to her because all you crave is to prove that you are worthy , that you are a lannister .

headcanons , personality & other :

mama lannister lost half her family ( including father and beloved sisters , one of whom was a targ princess ) in the crimson rain so gerion was raised on horror stories of the event , how the dragons must pay , etc . and he is so desperate for mother's approval that he is willing to bring down the targ dynasty down himself . feels the weight of generational trauma of ppl he never even met u feel

was a very happy , sensitive kid but that seems like a past life now . from time to time he gets this splurge of genuine feelings and he is like what the fuck is happening . i don't like that . please save me .

golden boy , was raised to do it all . can run a household , handles most of lannisport trades as of recently , can play the harp good enough to make the most hardened soldier cry , is a pleasure to have at all social events and feasts.. but beneath it all it feels so empty . it is merely a performance and it leaves him wanting more . he craves the state of chaos and danger . he is so close to self - sabotaging all the time .

he is so fun to be around . you will have the best time with him and then , he leaves in an instant ; either because he got what he wanted from you or he simply got bored and moved onto something better , because he is always craving the next best thing . or it was becoming dangerously real , breaking through his walls and carefully placed facade and he did not like that . he is so good at creating the false sense of intimacy that sometimes it can become real .

loves to show off at tourneys . loves attention in general .

has travelled almost all over westeros and parts of essos at this point . trading is merely an excuse , for connections and schemes are what's important . even going behind mother's back , lord gerion believes himself capable of doing what's best for the lannisters ( or perhaps himself ) .

[noii-lupi]

Vlad vs. Marius || Contrast Headcanons 1

I've always envisioned that 2p!s aren't exactly complete opposites personally wise, but rather opposite in ideals, values, as well as perceptions.

For example, pride. Vlad in exceedingly proud of his heritage, homeland, and who he is as a person, i.e. national pride. Marius, however, is proud of his ability to build himself up. His intellect, knowledge of the world, as well as the fact he achieved that by himself without any help whatsoever. While Vlad's pride is connected to his nation and those around him who made him who he is, Marius' pride is completely centered on himself.

Both have immense pride that doesn't break easily, but they turn away from each other and go separate paths.

[alucarddear]

Headcanon for s/o helping a drunk, depressed (S4E1) Alucard?

Her

He may have nursed her back to full health, but it was she who saved him.

Note: It’s a cute request so I turned it into a drabble of sorts, hope you don’t mind. Let me know what you think! [She/her]

This is also dedicated to the anon who requested Alucard asking s/o to call him Adrian.

It was she who arrived at Alucard’s doorstep. Half-on and half-off her equally weary horse. Eyes half-closed, mouth half-open (in protest? to plead? he couldn’t tell). She was, much like everything around his castle, half-dead.

She came with no letters, no explanations. Only words that barely formed and sounds that didn’t quite resonate.

Alucard had been out simply to take a piss on the pikes outside his home—on the very bones that had reduced him to the pathetic, drunken state he usually was lately. But it seemed fate brought to him yet another human in need of his perilous mercy.

Not my problem, he thought.

He meant to walk away entirely, but the dying woman’s horse wouldn’t stop whining and the gurgly rasp of her desperate “Please,” stopped him dead in his tracks.

He groaned in consternation. And again—for the last time, this time, he thought—he found himself breaking through his self-imposed prison of loneliness. He helped yet another human and let her in.

He hasn’t been the same since.

She, it turns out, is the missing piece.

He may have nursed her back to full health and saved her life, but it was she who brought colours back into his dreary life. She who resurrected him, breathed life into him. She who brought him back from hell.

His was a life half-lived until her.

Since her, the grounds of his castle have brightened up significantly.

Rather than the lying echoes of the two long-gone, long-dead pairs of footsteps along his halls, there’s her. Her skipping, her merry laughter, her singing and humming.

Rather than the ghost of his past, he dreams of her smiles. Her, sitting in her corner, knitting. He wouldn’t mind the image for the rest of his life. It’s not long before he’s falling head over heels for her and asking her to stay.

“With me,” he slurs.

She raises her brow at him, silently willing him to continue his proposition.

“For eternity, my dear,” he adds, his explanation without humour despite his hiccuping, inebriated presentation.

He’s drunk again.

“Alucard,” she sighs, gently prying the goblet from his cold hands. “Let’s get you to bed.”

“Call me Adrian.”

“Bed,” she cuts him off, sternly this time, and he frowns (pouts) at her and makes no move.

“Adrian.”

He smiles.

He tuts in protest, despite the soft smile on his face. But he lets her sling his arm around her anyway, lets her guide him back into his room, lets her burrow her way further into his heart.

“My dear—” he starts, as she tucks him into his bed.

But she reminds him softly, quietly into the night, “I am not your anything, Adrian.”

“You could be,” he says lightheartedly, the smartass. “Easy enough.”

“It’s the wine talking,” she says with a frown, and he sees in her eyes an alarming disbelief, begging him to rescind his teasing. This silly woman is not taking him seriously.

He sighs. He pulls her by her wrist, miscalculating his freakish strength, sending her tumbling on top of him with a yelp.

“Sorry.”

“A-Adrian,” she squirms in his arms, blushing heavily.

“Listen,” he says with all the seriousness he can muster. He brushes his hand through her hair, tenderly, softly. “I mean it.”

Her breath catches in her throat. The heavy silence hangs in the quiet night, making him nervous, making him nearly lose his confidence, until she responds with a hushed “Okay.”

He releases the breath he didn’t know he’d been holding.

“Okay? Okay… you’ll stay? With me?” he asks, hopeful, peering into her eyes, imploring her, adoring her into agreement.

She nods, cupping his cheek, caressing it. “But we’ll discuss it come morning. When you’re sober.”

“I will be,” he interjects quickly, sitting up. She plops in his lap and he wraps his arms around her waist to steady her.

“I will be,” he repeats his promise.

No, that’s not enough for his dearest sunshine. Better yet—“I’ll stop drinking entirely.”

For you.

If it’ll have you stay.

I’ll empty cartfuls of wine, all the wine in the world, down the drain if it’ll make you mine.

“Tomorrow, Adrian,” she says, smiling. Tears well up in her eyes despite herself, but he worries not for he knows they are borne out of joy. His heart swells at the thought of miserable him bringing sweet, happy tears to her eyes.

He wipes her tears away with a kiss to each of her lids, shushing her softly, and holds her in his arms.

“Will you stay with me tonight?” he whispers.

“Always.”

He captures her lips in a searing kiss.

[just-a-sleepy-idiot]

Lady Dimitriscu Headcanons: Maid!Reader who secretly sings and dances when cleaning

She can literally hear a humans heartbeat so she absolutely notices the singing even if she's a few rooms away from you

Alcina will be sitting at her desk, dipping her feather into the ink again to write another sentence on the paper when she hears the soft tunes

She will hold on, actually listening in for a moment and a curious smile curls around her wine red lips

The vast halls of her castle usually echo faint screams and the like, but not sounds as lovely as this- how unusual

Have these walls ever heard anything like this? She can't imagine that any mortal around here would feel compelled in any way to do such thing

Usually the staff was almost mute around the castle as to not draw attention

She continues on writing her letter, but ever so often after that she would spot the same voice humming a tune somewhere nearby

But whenever she drew closer, trying to figure which of her maids this lovely voice belonged to you would stop- likely having heard steps and quickly shutting up so nobody heard you

The next time this happened the tall Lady made sure to move without noise, approaching the door that led to the secret songstress she had been housing

She morphed with the shadows, and despite her enormous stature she actually managed to not draw attention if it was her intention

So she peeked inside to find you- you were singing softly and elegantly moving with the song as you cleaned off the dust from the shelves

The hem of your maids attire swung with your hips and your eyes gleamed with cheeky joy

What a darling you were, and what a sweet view you posed here in secret

From then on she would often be nearby when you were cleaning on your own, knowing that as soon as you deemed yourself alone you would be singing again

And sometimes.. you would breathe in the lavender scent of Lady Dimitriscu and wonder

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[mercarimari]

NOTE: This is the first in a series of one-shots that i’m going to write for Aelin involving trauma processing post canon, and my headcanons in relevance to her PTSD and the other issues she faces after the Coffin. That said heavy themes will be present in all of the one shots posted under my tag Popular Monster. Themes of suicidal ideation, death, torture, implied SA (in regards to Fenrys), and other potentially dark themes will be present, you have been warned.  Project Title: Popular Monster Fic Title: I Just Wanna Feel Okay.  WC:  1074

Sleep was hard anymore.

It often didn’t matter that Rowan was asleep next to her, when the Gods awful nightmares drug her out of the bliss of a deep sleep. Not even the sound of his breathing and his heart soothed her. She was thankful for his understanding, that he understood her on a level not many people could. They’d only discussed it once, briefly, but she remembered. He’d suffered similarly, long before she’d even been a thought to be brought into the world.

Her footsteps echoed on in her ears as she moved through the castle. The padding of each step was like a scream in the silence of the night. But bare feet made their way through the halls from their chambers, and into the throne room. A true throne sat upon a dias now. Not just the most ornate chair they could find in the remaining rubble of her once great home.

It was great again. Terrasen had managed to rise from the ashes of the war. Orynth was beautiful again, as it had been when she was a child at the height of it’s glory. She should not have lived to see it. She took a seat upon the gilded throne of golden stag horns, made of metal and not the symbolic shed horns of the Stag of the North like the original. It would take centuries to rebuild that piece of her Kingdom’s history.

In the dark silence, Aelin curled up in the throne that was far too large for her. Even with all the weight she’d put back on thanks to her training and regular meals. It still held a certain level of intimidation to her, even now. It was here where reality fell upon her shoulders. It was here, that she had no choice but to embrace the things that had happened to her, because there was no escaping them. The war was over. She’d survived when she had been destined to die. And she didn’t have nearly enough distractions to keep her from falling into the spiraling pit of what had been done to her. She had no choice but to embrace the horrors of the months she’d lost trapped in an endless cycle of relentless torment that had torn at parts of her she’d long thought laid to rest. “Can’t sleep?” Aelin looked up to where she found Fenrys, standing in the massive doorway, down the aisle from her. He didn’t wait for an answer as he made his way towards her. He looked just as tired as she felt, and she knew that he likely hadn’t slept either. At least not well. She tried to force a smile. “I got a little bit. Had another nightmare though, and then my foot cramped up, felt like it was being torn apart. Couldn’t go back to sleep after that.” She couldn’t keep the smile in place. It fell into a frown as she watched him continue his lazy approach. She met his eyes, and made note of the five blinks. *This is real, you are awake.*

“She’s dead and I still can’t find peace.”  A broken laugh bubbled from her throat. How many nights had seen them here? How many of those nights had Fenrys spent apologizing to her, for the belief that he had not done enough to save her? He hadn’t had a choice, and as selfish as it was, she was just glad he was alive. “I know.” He answered.

“It’s like waiting for a bomb to drop.” Aelin breathed, as he came to stand in front of her. “The thing that’ll shatter the illusion.” Because there was always something someone said or did that shattered Maeve’s illusions.

Fenrys nodded, then he offered his own explanation. “I dreamed of Connall again.” Aelin knew what that meant. It hadn’t been a happy dream, no, it had been his mind reminding him of the sticky warmth of his brother’s blood. Of what Maeve had made him do after his death while his body laid lifeless mere feet away. “I’m sorry.” She tried to blink back the tears that welled up in her eyes. “I wish I could make everything right and still save everyone. I wish I could give him back to you.” Words she’d said so many times they felt rehearsed, even if she meant them every time they fell from her lips. “I know.” He said again, “I know you’d do anything to make it right, but this is how it is, Aelin. And I would not give you up for anything in the world.” The tears slipped free in spite of her best efforts to keep them trapped. So few people had seen her weakness. The ones who remained alive, she could count on her fingers. But Fenrys had seen her at her weakest. Had been there to save her life, had stopped that final breaking. Had nearly killed himself to do it.  “Not a single fucking thing.” She agreed. Bound. She and Fenrys were bound in a way entirely unique. He had borne the worst of her weakness and had been her strength when she feared she’d give up. Fenrys had saved her life, just as much as she’d saved his. “Do you want to try to go back to sleep?” He asked, holding out his hand. Aelin placed hers in his, and let him guide her to her feet. “Probably smart. We’ve got a lot of shit to do later.” Before she could take another step towards the stairs, Fenrys pulled her into his arms, a hand stroked over her hair, and his voice was a whisper in her ear as he held her. “I know it’s hard, but we’ll get through it. One day at a time. Until we find our reasons to smile on the other side.” He released her, and in a flash of light a white wolf had taken the place of his fae form, nudging at her hand.

Fenrys led the way back to her chambers, where Rowan still breathed steadily. She climbed back into the bed, settling herself against him. Rowan shifted in his sleep to accommodate the return of her weight against him. Familiar safe arms wrapped around her, and Fenrys leapt onto the bed, his massive white form settling behind her legs, the warm softness of his fur, and her mate’s heartbeat lulling her back into the depths of a dreamless sleep.

[coltii-romanesti]

[ darn I miss the convo about death because of work...

Anyway, I'm not sure the exact number of times Vlad has died (now that I'm thinking about it, I want to go through his timeline in detail and determine it because this is seriously interesting. Morbid, but interesting), but I'd say at least a handful. Majority of the situations would come down to him doing something out of line, trying to run away and so on. However, given the nature of it and how passionate Vlad is (especially during the Cold War), it makes sense to me that he would have died at least once in revolt, whether it be in the 1840s or 1989. When he is passionate about something, his focus is solely on that thing and he won't care what it takes to get it, even dying.

All of that said, he's normally quite careful. Any occurrence of death in his personal history is a result of retaliation, seeing no other way around it, and thus embracing it ]

[bukojuiice]

— what they would be like as disney princes

ೃ pairings: (izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugo, shoto todoroki, and eijiro kirishima x fem! reader)

ೃ  tags: headcanons, disney au!

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Eijiro Kirishima –  as Li Shang from Mulan

-        *Mulan voice* Eijiro? Eijiro? Eijiroooo

-        Eijiro Kirishima is the handsome son of the Army General and it’s very obvious that everyone swoons for him. Yes, everyone in the army.

-        He’s manly, brave, sweet, caring, and responsible. What more can a soldier ask for?

-        “LET’S GET DOWN TO BUSINESS! TO DEFEAT THE VILLAINS!” (ok that sounded better in my head)

-        during the “I make a man out of you�� sequence, kirishima uses his hardening quirk to not only hype up his warriors but also for that extra effect. He’s just bad-ass and hot like that.

-        Eijiro wakes up at 5 am to train and work out. And yes, he does that shirtless. It helps him move a lot more and of course, it’s pleasing to the eyes.

-        H I S T O N E D M U S C L E S. that’s it. That’s the headcanon.

-        He needs that daily grind after all !

-        You swear you could hear the other soldiers sigh dreamily every time they catch him work out.

-        Whenever he praises his fellow comrades, he smiles a very cheeky smile, his shark teeth cutely popping out and it’s just so endearing and charming.

-        After being ridiculed and belittled by your fellow comrades for being physically weak, you wanted to prove them that they were wrong. You continue to stay determined as you decided to create your training regime that consisted of waking up at 5 am in the morning to train too (and this was prior to knowing that kirishima would wake up at the same time to work out too. Oooh~ what a coincidence.)

-        “(Y/N)! You like him? Helloooooo!? Him and I even share the same hair color! He ain’t worth it!”

-        “Mushu, please. You are a discount version of him. Now, I’m going to go and train now.”

-        You leave your tent at exactly 5 am, and as you began to stretch and do warm-ups outside, the biggest tent across yours suddenly opens up too, revealing General Eijiro Kirishima… in his shirtless getup.

-        “A-ah! Good Morning General Kirishima!” You stand up straight, shifting your weight to the right leg and bending your left, bowing to him.

-        He nods at you, shooting you a small smile. “You’re up early. Early for a new recruit! Do you plan to train?”

-        “Y-yes! I will be using the pole and training weights sir!” You bow your head, as you remain standing straight.

-        He hands you over the weights. He refuses to give it to you, instead insists to tie it on your wrists and help you up the wooden pole.

-        General Kirishima holds you by the waist, making sure you don’t fall and you’re positioned correctly onto the pole. “Alright. You’re positioned in the right way now, you may proceed.”

-        You continue to hold onto it, lowkey about to bang your head on the wooden pole as you were about to die of embarrassment.

-        “(Y/N), he’s just being nice and just treats you like any other soldier under his command. Don’t expect too much!” Mushu whispers from your side, as soon as general kiri steps back and was not within earshot of the two of you.

-        “I don’t have my hopes up at all, Mushu. I’m not expecting anything.” You sigh, trying to reassure yourself as you began climbing up. The weights pull you down, but you must persevere.

-        “You can do this, (L/N)!”

-        “(L/N)!?” You squeak, losing your focus, slipping down the pole and back to square one. You were a fumbling mESS

-        “woah woah woah. Is everything alright?” he was about to hold onto your waist again, making sure you don’t fall off or fall down. You collect yourself before becoming too flustered to answer.

-        “Y-yes General Kirishima! I’m fine!”

-        When your gender had finally been revealed after the battle against the villains, Kirishima did not feel betrayed albeit just disappointed that you had to hide that fact for far too long and wasn’t being open to him when the two of you became much closer

-        He’s been in love with you ever since the beginning.

-        He’s always admired your passion and your drive. However, due to him being the general, he wasn’t so sure to approach you without being biased. 

-        “You don’t find a girl like that in every hero’s journey.”

Katsuki Bakugo – as The Beast

-        Once upon a time, in a faraway land, a blonde young prince lived in a     shining castle.  Although he had everything his heart desired and his quirk was one of the most powerful many have seen, the prince was belligerent, selfish, and unkind.  But then, one winter's night, an old beggar woman came to the castle and offered him a single rose in return for shelter from the bitter cold. 

-       Repulsed by her haggard appearance, the prince sneered at the gift and turned the old woman away, but she warned him not to be deceived by appearances, for beauty is found within. And when he dismissed her again, the old woman's ugliness melted away to reveal a beautiful enchantress.  The prince tried to apologize, but it was too late, for she had seen that there was no love and no humbleness in his heart, and as punishment, she transformed him into a hideous beast, and placed a powerful spell on the castle, and all who lived there.    

-        We’ve been known, the B in bakugo stands for beast (insert lenny face for a certain implication)

-        Essentially, Bakugo had two quirks at once. Not only was he now a beast, (a physical quirk) but he also has his explosion quirk.

-        He’d pretty much look the same as the beast from the Disney movie, however there’s some blonde highlights in his fur and he’s much more aggressive and intimidating to look at. His fangs more emphasized and he has a much softer appearance; like that of a huge pomeraninan.

-        Ok…. no thoughts head empty just thinking about katsuki having an even huskier voice now that he’s transformed into a beast.

Katsuki Bakugo, who was ashamed of his newly transformed monstrous appearance, shut himself in his castle, The rose the old woman had offered was truly an enchanted rose, which would bloom until his twenty-first year.  If he could learn to love another, and earn her love in return by the time the last petal fell, then the spell would be broken.  If not, he would be doomed to remain a beast for all time.  As the years passed, he fell into despair, and lost all hope, for who could ever learn to love an explosive beast?

-        Significant members of Katsuki’s posse who were turned into magical items were Eijiro Kirishima, his castle maître d' whom had turned into a candelabra, his annoying majordomo, Tenya Ilda became a pendulum clock, the head housekeeper, Ochaco Uraraka had turned into an enchanted teapot, the vice-head housekeeper, Denki Kaminari had become a little tea cup, Mina Ashido, the lady-in-waiting became an enchanted wardrobe, and lastly, Hanta Sero, the Castle’s Valet and Chaffeur, became a coat rack.

-        All of Katsuki’s servants try their very best to make their prince change his ways, however, to no avail, their efforts have been fruitless. They were about to lose hope as Bakugo was about turn 21, which meant the rose would no longer bloom until… you came.

-        Gran Torino, your grandfather, had gotten lost in the woods and ended up finding Bakugo’s castle to seek shelter, not knowing he had been trespassing all along. After Katsuki finds him, he throws him to the castle dungeon.

-        You were the spirited, headstrong and bookish “beauty” of the town, however only being admired for your looks and not for your intelligence. You really had enough of this village and wanted to get out of here asap but after your grandfather had told you to wait just a little bit more, even though you frankly had enough of Monoma, the ~most handsome~ yet the biggest jerk in town constantly asking for your hand in marriage.

-        The disappearance of your grandfather had prompted for you to search for him, leading you too, to the beast’s castle.

-        Once you get there, you are to be greeted by Bakugo in his very beastly form, terrifying you. However, you stood your ground, asking for your grandfather. Gran Torino is set free under the condition of you having to stay in the castle instead.

-        At your first night, you refuse to join him for dinner enraging him.

-        “Where is she?” Bakugo grits his teeth, growling at Ilda.

-        “Aha- Well- You see… she’s not coming.” Ilda mutters nervously, his clock hands waving in weird chopping gestures.

-        “WHAT!?” Bakugo’s voice echoes around the dining hall, He leaps out of the room, busting the doors open, whilst Kirishima, Ilda, and Ochaco follow suit.

-        He bangs the door, “OI OI OI I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO COME DOWN FOR DINNER?”

-        “I’m not hungry.” You reply softly.

-        “ HAH? YOU COME OUT OR I’LL BREAK DOWN THE DOOR!”

-        “Master Bakugo… I could be wrong, but that may not be the way to win a girl’s affection.” Kirishima speaks in a hushed whisper, grimacing.

-        “Please attempt to be a gentleman.” Ilda says slowly and matter of factly.

-        Bakugo grits his teeth, scrunching his eyebrows, pointing to the door. “But she’s being… SO DIFFICULT!” he turns to the door, as if wanting you to hear what he was saying.

-        “Gently… Gently…” Ochaco repeats, trying to calm the prince down.

-        Bakugo rolls his eyes and repeats his words more softly this time, “Oi… will you come down for dinner?”

-        “No.”

-        He turns to his servants once again, pointing to the door, his mouth forming into a pout.

-        “O- It would be my greateest pleasure if you would join me for dinner.” He could barely muster out the words. “Please?”

-        “No, thank you!”

-        “YOU CAN’T STAY THERE FOREVER!” He barks, “THEN GO AHEAD AND STARVE!” He storms out of the hall, running his way to his castle wing.

-        After you were saved by the beast from the wolves, you tend to his wounds. Bakugo was rather… stubborn and didn’t want you to touch it or even press hot compress onto it.

-        He continues to growl lowly, still seething from the pain, attempting to lick it just like any other canine would do.

-        “Don’t do that.” You try to stop him from doing so, he growls at you, moving his wounded arm away from you. The castle servants watch in fear, taking a few steps back.

-        “Just hold still.”

-        “GRRR! THAT HURTS!”

-        “If you hold still, it wouldn’t hurt as much!”

-        “IF YOU HADN’T RAN AWAY THIS WOULDN’T HAVE HAPPENED!”

-        “If you didn’t scare me, then I wouldn’t have run away!”

-        “PHAH! WELL YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE GONE TO THE WEST WING!”

-        “Well, you should learn how to control your temper!”

-        He was about to protest, until he couldn’t think of anymore good comebacks, he stops. he pouts and rests his head on his hand as a sign of defeat.

-        After that night, the two of you had finally warmed up to each other. Wanting to surprise you and at the suggestion of Kirishima and Ilda, Bakugo had finally given you the chance to explore the west wing. Surprising you by leading to you the castle’s huge and well-kept library. A place where he seeks solace and peace.

-        You never expected him to be someone so aggressive yet be so interested in reading and of other mediums of knowledge. You had a lot in common and a feeling was blossoming between the two of you. In turn, you help him act more like a gentleman.

-        You continue to spend time with him, not knowing that you were slowly but surely falling.

-        “There’s something sweet and almost kind, but he was mean, coarse and unrefined. And now he’s dear, and I’m unsure, I wonder why I didn’t see it there before?”

-        As much as bakugo denies that he isn’t in love with you, he’s actually always had. He had just feared that you would never love him in return.

-        With the help of the fashionista turned enchanted closet that is Mina, she brings out a beautiful golden ballgown hemmed with golden roses, with off the shoulder sleeves and golden gloves to complete the look. You tie some of your hair into a neat bun, with the majority trails down your neck in a beautiful and flowing motion.

-        Bakugo on the other hand, was dressed in such a refined and handsome way. He wore a golden vest over a white dress shirt with a white kerchief. And, to complete the look, his very trusting stylists, Kirishima and Kaminari styled him in black pants.

-        As you dance the night away, the chandelier adorned with sparkling crystals hanging above you, the mural in the ceiling looking ever so heavenly, and calming waltz music to accompany you… it was a dream come true.

-        You nestle your head onto Bakugo’s shoulder, the latter looking a bit surprised yet his mouth forming into a small smile as he continues to guide you by hold your hand, twirling you around and just dancing with you. No other peering or judgemental eyes to stop the two of you from doing so.

-        Did I mention that he was an amazing dancer? Perks of being a prince I guess, but it’s also one of his natural talents.

-        Bakugo lets you go back to your grandfather that same night, watching you leave with your horse on the balcony.

-        He loves you, so he has to let you go.

-        Monoma and the village people ambush the castle to kill the beast, the castle servants trying their best to keep them at bay and the ever so arrogant village hunter climbing his way to Bakugo, you rush to the scene, and as soon as Bakugo sees you, he regains his strength and sends Monoma falling down a pit.

-        Bakugo was able to go back to his quarters with you helping him down, taking one last look at you.

-        He smiles half-heartedly, still trying to catch his breath. “You came back…”

-        “Of course, I came back.” You fight the tears trying to form in your eyes, hugging him tightly and trying to comfort him in his last moments. “If only I’ve gotten here sooner.”

-        “I-it’s better this way.”

-        “We’re together now! Everything’s going to be fine…”

-        “At least, I got to see you one last time.”

-        “P-please… Don’t leave me… I love you.”

-        As the last rose petal was about to fall, Bakugo is knocked out and is slowly succumbing to his wounds. It is through your genuine care and love for him, along with his change of heart and new resolve (albeit still retaining most of his temperamental and pompous personality, he is able to keep it in check) he transforms back into a human.

-        Along with all those who lived in the castle turning back into human, the castle retaining it’s original bright and vibrant colors and atmosphere, you and Bakugo live your very own happily ever after.

Izuku Midoriya  –  as Hercules from Hercules

-        A babie Izuku had been sent down from godlihood to live as a mortal, as his parents, All Might, the God of Thunder, and Inko, the Goddess of Marriage had wanted to protect him from AFO, the God of the Underworld, who will take over Mount Olympus if Izuku does not take him down according to a prophecy.

-        He grows up as a simpleton, the adopted son of both farmers, dreaming to make it big out there, with very ambitious and pure dreams of becoming a hero.

-        But after, being belittled by his very own peers for not looking the part as he couldn’t control his gifted super strength, scrawny, timid, too pure for this world and quite weakhearted, Izuku wanted to prove to them that he will become a hero in the future.

-        “Sometimes… I feel like, I really don’t belong here. Like I’m supposed to be someplace else…” Izuku confesses sincerely, his adoptive father looking at him in worry as he did not want to stop the young boy from learning who he actually was and all the potential he has.

-        “If you found me then… where did I come from? Why was I left here?”

-        His adoptive parents hand him over a golden medal with a thunder and lightning symbol that was said to be hanging around his neck when they found him. This was his answer that raised more questions.

-        He embarks on his journey to find one of the temples of All Might, as this was the only thing the symbol on the medal could allude to.

-        Okay but go the distance fits Izuku so well! A pure and hopeful young boy seeking to make a difference in this world and just wanting to become a hero by the most wholesome means.

-  “I have often dreamed of a far off place, Where a hero's welcome would be waiting for me. Where the crowds would cheer, when they see my face, and a voice keeps saying this is where I'm meant to be…”

-        just imagining izuku’s boyish voice singing this is just aaaaaaa

-        He eventually finds one of the temples, learning that all along, he was the son of the legendary God. All Might tells him he must prove his worth and earn back his godhood by becoming a true hero.

-        His father tells him to go search for Shota Aizawa, the famed instructor who has taught many great heroes in his time. Gifting Izuku a Pegasus, he embarks on another journey again to find the man, so that he may be trained.

-        When he arrives at the home of Aizawa, the teacher had retired as none of his heroes have ever earned a constellation in the sky, prompting him to expel them.

-        Izuku however, explained to his soon-to-be teacher that he wasn’t like the others, and… he proved true.

-        Although Aizawa was hesitant at first, he liked the kid’s determination and sheer will, so he began to train him.

-        Maybe, he could make a difference.

-        After his training and after undergoing an amazing transformation, Izuku was finally ready to start his way to achieving Godhood and becoming a true hero.

-        On the way to a nearby city, Izuku encounters you, a totally not damsel in distress and totally not a pawn of AFO, being tormented by a minotaur.

-        Izuku saves you and you couldn’t help but notice how pure and how gentle he was. You thank him albeit with a tint of sarcasm, hoping the two of you would meet again as you venture deeper into the forest to go and meet with AFO, whom you made a deal with in order to bring back your lost lover from the dead- only for them to leave you soon after.

-        You were once a very soft and romantic person. So open to giving love to others and never shying away from any form of affection. However…

-        After that terrible experience, you developed a cynical outlook. Not taking slack from anybody, always keeping your distance, barely interacting with others and showing no interest in forming any genuine relationships with others ever since.

-        Izuku reminded you that there was still some good in this world.

-        His genuine innocence, his boyish yet handsome looks, his pure determination to save others and his charismatic wit just swept you off of your feat.

-        However, you still had to keep your distance. You just weren’t ready to trust anyone again after that what had happened.

-        Izuku finally reaches his destination, defeating a Hydra using both of his wits and his strength, as he becomes a celebrated hero around the city of Musustafu.

-        Since then, he jumped from city to city, striking down every otherworldly monster that AFO had created to try and defeat him, and making him somewhat of a celebrity.

-        Izuku, however, remained humble. Knowing full well that the fame he had gained was not needed in order to become a hero.

-        In fact, it was what could become a hero’s biggest downfall.

-        Whilst chilling around in a huge museum dedicated to Izuku’s efforts, you pay him a visit and the pure and wholesome boy, clearly enthralled by you since the beginning, became very flustered at the sight of seeing you.

-        You start playing with your words, flirtatiously manipulating him to get him to go on a date with you.

-        “(Y/N) by the gods, he’s so pure why would you do this?” you thought. “what did he do to deserve this from me?” yet, you were bound by a contract with the god of the underworld, so it’s not like you have any choice right?

-        You go on a date with him, and end up falling reeeeeeal hard.

-        The two of you end your date in a romantic park, filled with conveniently placed statues of couples and a statue of Izuku, in the middle, near the fountain for you to fawn over whilst singing one of the best Disney songs ever to.

-        Aizawa hastens him to leave as they still have training to do, but he doesn’t leave until he picks a white flower from a tree, giving it to you, and planting a soft kiss on your cheek.

-        Midoriya hops on his Pegasus and they flutter away as you continue to watch his figure travel farther and farther away from you.

-        You observe and play with the white rose on your hand, sighing dreamily, until you snap back into your senses and think about the matter at hand.

-        “Ugh… what’s the matter with me? You’d think a girl would learn.”

-        *Cue Music and the Muses known as Ochaco, Tsuyu, Momo, Mina and Jirou)

-        “Who d'you think you're kidding~ He's the earth and heaven to you. Try to keep it hidden, Honey we can see right through you. Girl you can't conceal it We know how you're feeling... who you thinking of~”

-        The muses continue the musical number, yet in your heart you just need to deny these new and fuzzy emotions you were feeling for Izuku.

-        “No chance no way I won't say it, no no. (You swoon you sigh why deny it oh oh) It's too cliche I won't say I'm in loveeee…”

-        After all the ordeals Izuku had to go through to save you, (literally jumping into the river styx to recover your soul) his willingness to sacrifice himself for you was the final key needed to ascend to Godhood, and so that he may join his parents and the other gods in Mount Olympus once more.

-        However, this would come at a cost, if he were to go back to Mount Olympus, that would mean he wouldn’t see you ever again, instead only being able to watch over you from up and above.

-        And so, he chooses to remain on Earth with you, and even without his godly status, he could remain as the striking and true hero he is.

-        The two of you watch the night sky as All Might forms a constellation on the sky just for Izuku. Not only making Aizawa also proud, but also as a sign that Izuku himself- (and your love) was worth seeing in the stars.

Shoto Todoroki – as Flynn Rider from Tangled

-        Ok this is a bit of a stretch and I KNOW IT IS

-        Fantasy au Shoto has a white horse, and Flynn rider befriends a white horse that hates him. that’s the closest similarity these two have.

-        Flynn rider is my favorite unofficial Disney prince, and shoto is my favorite mha boy so let’s just roll with this!!

-        Shoto Todoroki was a lost prince turned thief, and after he rebelled from his controlling and manipulative father, His only way of escape was if he turned to a life of thievery, hiding his identity and straying away from his mantle as the Prince of the Todoroki Family.

-        He was very rebellious and mischievous, yet was also stern and rather monotone at times. He would crack jokes, but they would fall flat most of time and despite being absolutely handsome and looking very charismatic and charming on the outside, he wasn’t the best at picking up any gestures or flirtatious remarks said to him.

-        He approached some thieves before and very innocently asked them how to live the life of a rogue, the bandits laughed at him but were nice enough to give him tips. The first advice they told Shoto was to take up a moniker. So that he wouldn’t be easily discovered or found by security officials. They jokingly called him The Half-Hot and Half Cold prince, because of his looks and his quirk.

-        Not knowing that he was an actual prince. A wayward prince to be specific.

-        Shoto didn’t care enough so he used the nickname given to them and went on his way to a different castle.

-        After abandoning his kingdom, he chooses to live freely by his own means, and making the most of his time as a free man and not as a prince. You only live once after all.

-        He then leaves for the Kingdom of Corona, being forced to create a trio with very unfriendly bandits, Sato and Koda. Their mission was to steal the crown on the eve of your birthday and hope to sell it for an absolutely impossible price.

-        After they successfully infiltrate the palace and steal the crown jewel, Shoto stacks the prized possession into his satchel, betraying Koda and Sato, using them as a scapegoat, and making his way to a nearby forest settlement where he may hide and then move on to the next kingdom.

-        However, he underestimated the castle guards as they were able to find traces of him. Shoto, not wanting to back down from a fight, uses his ice quirk to prevent the guards from following him in any further into the forest. (He refuses to use his fire quirk due to its relation to his father)

-        Knowing that it wouldn’t take long before the castle guards would find him again, he had to go somewhere and hide first.

-        He then sees an obscure and weirdly placed tower in the middle of the forest, thinking that he may take refuge there. And so, Shoto uses his ice quirk once more to elevate himself onto the only open window of the tower.

-        He was about to start adjusting to his new surroundings as he steps foot inside, until…

-        BANG!

-        The last thing he heard was the sound of a clanging frying pan.

-        Unbeknownst to him, he was hit on the head by said frying pan.

-        Shoto wakes up to see that he was tied to a chair and his precious satchel gone by his side. He observes his surroundings to see that he was not tied by a rope, but instead tied using someone’s long and luscious hair. Hair so long that it was scattered all around the room.

-        “Is this… hair?”

-        You appear from the darkness, a very smug look spread upon your face, gripping the frying pan tightly.

-        You were the lost princess of the kingdom of Corona. You were kidnapped by Mother Midnight, and she raised you as your own, keeping you locked in the tower so that she can use the regeneration powers coming from your hair to make herself younger.

-        Each year, the king and the queen release lanterns in the sky on your birthday, hoping for your safe return.

-        It was too much of a coincidence. You know in your heart that the lanterns are meant for you. Yet, Mother Midnight constantly forbids and refuses you from leaving the tower.

-        “Who are you? And how did you find me?” You grit your teeth, interrogating him, your frying pan ready to hit on him if he dares to make a move.

-        Tsuyu, your pet chameleon and best friend was watching the half-and-half man intently.

-        “I’m the Half Hot- Half Cold Prince.” He says simply, barely moving and showing any emotion. You stare back at him, puzzled. What the heck was wrong with this guy?

-        “I mean, your actual name.” You repeat yourself as you slowly continue to approach him.

-        “Oh. I’m Shoto. Shoto Todoroki.” He says plainly once again. “Can I have my satchel back please?”

-        “Nope.” You reply, popping the p. “Why are you even here for the first place? Is it for my hair!?”

-        “He tilts his head in confusion, “Of course not. I was being chased and saw this tower, so I used my quirk and got up here. Now, may I please have my satchel back?”

-        “Hmm… if you say you’re from the outside then… I need you to take me to the lights.” You climb up your room balcony, pulling the curtain away to reveal the beautiful mural you made in dedication to the lanterns that are released from the kingdom every year during your birthday. “Then, I’ll give you your satchel.”

-        He looks at the mural in awe for a moment then breathes a hefty sigh, “Alright. We have a deal.”

-        You untie him from your hair. He stands up quickly and was about to descend down the tower. “I can use my quirk to bring us down-“

-        “Nah.” You hold up your hand in front of him, throwing your hair down and using it as a swing as you glide down with grace.

-        Your eyes meet the grass and you take a deep breath before you take your first step on it and then…

-        “My life will finally begin.” You take in your surroundings, feeling overwhelming happiness about to burst inside you.

-        Shoto catches up to you, using his quirk to slide down the tower. He crosses his arms, at the sight of seeing you jumping around like a little chipmunk who has not seen any land, a contempt look plastered upon his face, just wanting to get this job done and head on to the next kingdom he could go to.

-        “THIS IS AMAZING!” You watch him resting by the tree, leaning on it. You kick a pile of leaves to get his attention as you twirl around in your place, still taking in all these wonderful sights.

-        “Look. We have to get to the kingdom grounds as soon as possible or else-“

-        “It’s (Y/N).”

-        “Excuse me?”

-        “I’m (Y/N). I just remembered that I didn’t tell you that a while ago. Sorry!” You smile cheekily at him and because of how adorable you looked; he gave you a pass.

-        “Alright. Let’s go then, (Y/N).

-        Your adventure was absolutely chaotic. From entering a tavern full of scary bandits, for them to actually be softies all this time who were willing to help you see the lights. When the castle guards track down Shoto in the tavern, the bandits help you escape through a hidden passage, but find yourselves stuck in a flooding cave.

-        Thinking that this was the end of both of your adventures and your lives, Shoto reveals to you that he was the missing prince of the Endeavor Kingdom and you also reveal to him that your hair glows when you sing.

-        Bingo.

-        Flower gleam and glow… Let your powers shine… Make the clock reverse… Bring back what once was mine.” You sang softly, your hair began to emanate a glowing light, as it served as a guide to get you out of the cave.

-        Shoto’s hand was injured due to the very rough and dangerous properties inside of the cave and so, you heal him with the powers of your hair.

-        Once again, repeating the s­ong he had wanted to hear escape from your lips once more, your hair begins to glow as the wound on his palm was no more.

-        He looks at you in awe. Noticing details about you that he hasn’t noticed before. How your eyes twinkled differently, like a star from a night sky. Your smile always radiating sunshine, and your aura emanating nothing but warmth and comfort.

-        He was in love with you.

-        How long did it take for him to realize that?

-        “Are we almost there?” You wave your hand in front of his face and he snaps back into reality. “Ah yes. We’ll be in the village where the festivities will take place.”

-        “THERE ARE FESTIVITIES!?”

-        You reach the kingdom the morning after and began to partake in the festivities. All that Shoto could do was watch and admire you from afar as you danced and make merry with the townsfolk; not until you pulled him into the middle of the dance.

-        He was awkward and wasn’t so used to having all this attention around him ever since he left his royal life, but you guide him well in the dance floor, getting lost in the moment, the two of you gaze at each other’s eyes, and the cheers of the townspeople unfortunately snapping you out of the moment.

-        That night, the king and the queen, along with all of the townsfolk, flock to their boats for the annual cruise and lantern releasing.

-        To surprise you, Shoto was able to snatch and rent a boat. The two of you board on it that night, and Shoto rows all the way to the middle of the lake and get a clear view of the ethereal spectacle that was about to take place.

-        The first lantern, released by the king and queen, floats solely by itself. You rush to the other side of the boat, the boat rocking furiously due to the excitement. Your handsome companion on the other hand, was trying to keep the boat into place.

-        You hold on to the edge of the boat as other lanterns follow suit. The huge boats around you were releasing their lanterns too.

-        You look up at the sky, watching the lamps color the night. It was such a beautiful moment. Watching these floating lights reminds you of a comfort and inexplicable feeling from within. There was something about the light emanating from these paper lanterns, some of them bumping into each other, creating unique shadows, like that of shooting stars who were about to ascend back into the night sky.

-        Lanterns continue to light up the night sky, as if they were like bright dreams. Lighting everyone’s resolve and everyone’s hearts.

-       “All those days watching from the windows, All those years outside looking in. All that time never even knowing, just how blind I've been. Now I'm here, blinking in the starlight, Now I'm here, suddenly I see. Standing here, it's all so clear, I'm where I'm meant to be. And at last I see the light. And it's like the fog has lifted And at last I see the light. And it's like the sky is new, And it's warm and real and bright, And the world has somehow shifted. All at once everything looks different… Now that I see you.”

-        After you felt too immersed into the beauty of the lights, you turn back to Shoto who was holding on to two lanterns that the two of you could release. A loving smile present on his face.

-        You smile back at him, and the both of you release it into the sky.

-        “All those days chasing down a daydream… All those years living in a blur… All that time never truly seeing things, the way they were.”

-        The two of you look up to see the floating lights arise and you were immersed once again. Shoto fixes his gaze on you, admiring your beauty and your enthusiasm to see the lights you’ve always dreamed of seeing. He could do nothing but smile at you, as he’s truly fallen in love. He really has. His heart thumping loudly at the presence and the warmth that you’ve given him. Something that he had been seeking for so long.

-        Now she's here shining in the starlight, Now she's here suddenly I know.”

-        You continue look up. A lantern engraved with a sun symbol approaches your boat, and you point at it, pushing it up at the sky.

-        “If she's here, it's crystal clear… I'm where I'm meant to go.”

-        Shoto knew this was his only chance. His smile turning into that of a frown, as thoughts of not seeing you again came across his mind. He grabs your hand, touching it softly. You perk up a little bit at this gesture, but you smile back at him. Your eyes glimmering love and warmth once again.

-        You hold both of his hands, grasping it firmly yet tenderly. The two of you gaze at each other’s eyes again, this time no one were to interrupt. This moment would just be between the two of you.

-        You notice how beautiful Shoto’s heterochromatic eyes were from up close, the love shown in his eyes could only be for you and you feel your heart racing at that thought.

-         And at last I see the light, And it's like the sky is new. And it's warm and real and bright, And the world has somehow shifted… All at once everything is different… Now that I see you.”

[not-using-this1]

Helping Bela dye her hair

I made a (crappy) Bela Dimitrescu oneshot because she’s bae and I’m in love with her :) 

I had this headcanon that because Bela, Cassandra & Daniela obviously all had brunette hair in the picture of the castle demo they’ve dyed it (or something else happened but oh well) since then.

Bela got sick of having the same hair colour as her sister Cassandra (brunette) she wanted her own style...to which she asks you (her girlfriend) to help her with along with Daniela to dye hers ginger...with a mix of blood in it.

Yes I made it so Bela and Daniela could go out in the daylight (I prentended those jewels on their chokers protect them lmao)

Pairings: Bela Dimitrescu x fem!reader 

You welcomed yourself into castle Dimitrescu as usual and wuld of hoped that your girlfriend Bela would be there in the main hall sat on the sofa waiting. But, she wasn't which made you think she was either going to jump out at you for fun. "Bela I know you're hiding." You shout as it echoes through the main hall.

You hear a laugh, and just like that she appears in front of you. You expected blood to be around her mouth from feeding (since shes a vampire) she wasn't even wearing her usual outfit, rather she was wearing a corset top and black jeans but with her usual choker with the red jewel placed inside it. "What? You didn't think I'd clean up for my own girlfriend?" Bela chuckles.

"No, it's not that it just looks like your going somehwere" you add. She gives you a small smirk and presses a kiss to your lips "I want to dye my hair blonde, so I thought I'd go out to get some".

You weren't surprised she wanted to change her hair but blonde? You thought she would go for something darker "and where would you get it in the village? If you asked me I would've happily gone to buy you some from the store in the town I go to" you replied.

Bela shrugged her shoulders at you "Well I just made the decision now, do you think we could drive there? I know it's daylight but I'm not exactly gonna burn, the jewel in my choker doesn't allow that" You nodded your head at your girlfriend and agreed.

"Yes! Okay lets go!" She seemed so enthusiastic and to be honest those moments of her like that are rare; Bela had always struggled with her emotions to the point people think she hasn't gotten any...but you know that isn't true.

The good thing was that it wasn't morning or even the afternoon, it was rather that the sun was setting and besides the store would be open still anyway. Bela had grabbed your hand, pulling you to the large castle doors.

"Hi Y/n, Bela where are you going?" Daniela popped up out of nowhere which made you jump slightly. She chuckled at your small action as se confronted you and her sister. When you first met Daniela she was closed off anf very quiet half the time but now, the two of you actually get along very well. "I want to dye my hair blonde, y/n is taking me to the store to get some dye" Bela explained, she just wanted to hurry up and go.

"Oh cool! Can I come? I've wanted to dye my hair red...but with a twist. If you guys get me blonde hair dye and I mix it with blood-"

Bela and you laughed at her but Daniela seemed very serious "Why don't you just buy red dye? Problem solved Whats with the blood being added?" You asked her. "Uhh because it's more fun that way?" She shrugged her shoulders.

Honestly, you stopped questioning Daniela a while ago. You looked at Bela as if to ask for approval to bring Daniela. She rolled her eyes at you and sighed "Ugh fine you can come".

~~~

During the car ride, you had played some music which Daniela and Bela kept belting out. You honestly loved that they were just so normal in these situations even if they're not normal whatsoever.

You were just happy you could show Bela what its like to have fun outside of the other...activities she does (aka being a vampire). As you stopped the car in the store, Daniela wasted no time in getting out of the car to go into the store so much that you and Bela had to stop her.

"Dani, stay here and look after the car. We'll be back and maybe get you a treat" Bela adds to which Daniela sighs and stomps her foot a little before getting back in the back seat "More blood?" she cheekily questions.

"No, Dani. We'll be back soon." You add.

For the most part the reason you left her in the car was because she was wearing what she usually does. Of course you wouldn't mind her walking around with the both of you if only she didn't have blood stains on it.

Bela offered you her hand and the two of you just walked hand in hand to the store. Going over to the part of the store that has beauty and hair products. Bela looked quite overwhelmed that and the fact she had never really been out of her village much at all or to a large store like this. Of course she knew of these things though, she knew what every item was...shes been alive for centuries and has adapted well to changes.

"There's the blonde you'd probably look best in" you pointed her into the direction of dirty but light blonde box dye, she already had a platinum blonde one in her hand but she grabbed the other and put them beside her.

"Which one babe?" she asked you, as if you were some sort of expert on these things. Yeah, you've dyed your hair many times it's currently h/c (your hair colour) which you loved. "Since you have a pale complection I'd go for the light dirty blonde, you'd look so hot" those last words slipped out of you but Bela smirked. Putting back te platinum blonde dye "Daniela can have the same then" she adds.

As you were walking to another aisle as you wanted something for yourself, Bela had grabbed your hand because this guy kept ogling you just because you were wearing a skirt, fishnet tights and a casual t-shirt.

Of course your girlfriend was going to get possessive, she had practically pulled you into her and kissed you in front of everyone who was down that aisle...but you didn't mind one bit and kissed her back.

"He was eyeing you up and down, ugh men disgust me." Bela replies. You wanted to make a joke about her saying that even though she was bisexual but you left it and agreed. After paying for everything you both headed back to the car which all you could hear was rock music from.

"Oh god whats she doing" you laugh.

"Daniela! Daniela!" Bela shouts as the two of you get back in your car, you turn the music down and Daniela gives you an unamused look.

~~~

After a small argument between Bela and her sister Daniela about whose bathroom they'd do it in you settled the argument by saying that they should just use the bathroom down in the main hall. Daniela had collected the blood and mixed it in with the blonde and it turned an actual nice red, so you decided to help her first.

"Daniela, you need to stay still, it'll go everywhere if you don't" you explained. "The blood is already everywhere on the damn floor mother is going to kill us. Not to mention my girlfriend clearly likes spending time with my sisters more than me" Bela pouted, you rolled your eyes at her and plafully punched her arm a little "you get me all to yourself tonight, now help."

During this entire commotion Cassandra had came back up from the cellar and decided to help you, while you helped Bela with her dye Cassandra washed off Daniela's in the tub with the shower after it set for a good hour.

When everything was finally done both Bela and Daniela had new hair but the bathroom...oh that was an absolute tip. You were sure one of the maids would come clean it up...but then.

"Girls I'm home." Alcina shouts as she walks through the doors, she spots you and igves you a small smile "hello Y/n" she greets.

"mother" all three girls say from the bathroom she walks over to them with the biggest shock on her face "Bela, Daniela what did you do?" she didn't sound very pleased.

"We dyed our hair, Y/n took us to a store, so it was really her-" Bela slapped her sisters arm really hard to cut her off from her sentence "it wasn't Y/n's fault mother" She then finishes.

Alcina sighs "no it wasn't Y/n's fault but you are all going to clean this up right now."

"But mother the maids-"

"Now! You too Cassandra, also Y/n" she adds before leaving to her room.

"Great, fantastic" you all say in unison.

Help this was terrible, why did I write this ughhh :(

[renifall]

Proud

Two minutes.

120 seconds.

It never seems like long, until it does, and for Wilbur, it was an eternity.

An eternity of anxiety and fear. The bundle in Sally’s arms hadn’t moved. The cry that should’ve pierced the air never came, and Wilbur feared the worst. Foolish, foolish he had been, to think he could be allowed this grace. Foolish, for after all, the only thing he had ever brought was death. Sally knew that, they both knew that, and yet here they were, hopelessly hoping for life.

And then the cry came.

—

Sleep didn’t come easy that night. The worst scare was over, but the fear that Fundy wouldn’t wake the next day remained. Still, exhaustion beat anxiety, and Wilbur drifted to sleep.

He found himself in an open room. A throne room, in a castle made of black stone and brick. The throne itself was wrapped in shadow, and Wilbur could see a figure sitting atop. A familiar figure, but one he couldn’t place.

“Who’s there?”

His voices echoed through the hall and beyond. The ravens that Wilbur didn’t realize were perched on the archways noisily dispersed.

“Wilbur? It’s me.”

That voice. Calm and warm and dipped in honey. He hadn’t heard it in years.

“Mother?” He barely dared to utter the word. His mother was dead, dead and gone and he would never see her again. But she was here. In his dreams, wreathed in shadow atop a throne of pitch. And he ran to her. What seemed to be a hundred feet of black stone tile flew by, and suddenly he was there.

He couldn’t see her face behind her sunhat and veil, but he could feel her gaze. Feel her essence, for as stupid as that sounded. Feel her smile.

“I’m so sorry. I caused you so much worry.” She spoke again, and this time, it felt like she was all around him. Like she was in his head. With anyone else Wilbur would feel threatened. But not with her.

“I just wanted to meet him, Will. I just wanted to see my grandchild.” Her apology was more than just words. Wilbur could feel her guilt, even as she wrapped her arms around him, and rested her head on his shoulder. She was so warm. She was so proud. He returned the embrace, and took everything he could. Her smell, her voice, her warmth. He could feel her pride, like the sun beaming down on him. And for an instant, centuries of memories flooded back to him, and he understood

Neither of them had thought it was possible, and yet he had done it. After a thousand years, the Deathbringer had finally brought life.

—

Wilbur woke up early that morning. He didn’t usually have dreams, and today was no exception. But a sourceless warmth lingered, and Wilbur was proud.

—

(based of this post I saw ages ago)

(and this is not based in dsmp canon, just headcanons/au)

[hillnerd]

For the headcanon ask game - Romione + rain?

For the headcanon ask meme <-feel free to send a couple and a prompt- i'll either write a short blurb of headcanon or write a drabble my headcanon is that Hermione loves rainy days and Ron doesn't- she wins him over to them eventually:

RAIN

Hermione had always loved the rain. None of the other children in her class did. They'd moan and wail when they had to stay inside during playtime. As they all mourned the loss of their beloved tag, Hermione would squirm in delight.

While everyone else would suffer through checkers and building blocks, adventures and deserted islands waterfalled into the room with every drop of rain. Why deal with getting actual dirt under your nails, when you can imagine walking on beaches. Why deal with lines for the swingset and being elbowed off the climbing frame she could barely manage to stay on for more than a few seconds, when there were chapters of friends to spend her hour with.

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Rainy days were absolutely, without a doubt, miserable! That's what they were. On a sunny day Ron’s brothers would let him come along and maybe even hang out a bit. He might just be target practice for an apple, but at least he was on a broom, and at least he was having something akin to a nice time with them.

Instead he was locked in, roped into chores, and no one would play him chess anymore. He'd just finished helping his mum mucking out some of the junk from under the sink when he felt his leg get crushed and he let out a string of curses.

“Get your legs out the way!” Fred hissed, giving him a light kick for good measure.

Utterly miserable.

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Hermione wrapped her scarf tighter around her neck as a gust of rain-loaded wind made her umbrella quite pointless. The Quidditch Pitch was so misty she had no idea how the players were able to avoid colliding.

“Damn this weather is shit!”

A warm cloak was draped around her shoulder and she hurriedly leaned into Ron’s side.

“You shouldn’t curse.” She did her best to school her smile into a formidable frown of disapproval.

Ron laughed and shook his head. Droplets from his hair flicked onto the last dry bit of her face.

“Y’know, we’ve been friends for two years. You should probably get over my cursing. I’m not going to stop.”

“It’s impolite!”

“Worse things to be than impolite, aren’t there? I could be an arse like Malfoy.”

“And that’s the scale you’re grading yourself on? ‘Not as bad as Malfoy?’”

“Don’t be jealous of my lofty goals,” he said, putting his nose high in the air before squinting. “I hope Harry catches the Snitch soon. My bum’s going dead from the cold. Know anything that could warm it up?”

Hermione tucked her head behind her hair as heat radiated through her.

“There’s a hot-air-charm.”

“Oh yeah! Blow some hot air on me!”

“I don’t know it yet… I’ve only seen it.”

“Same.”

“And warming charms aren’t until fourth year.”

“Bit shit, that. It’s getting colder by the second out here. We should all know a good warming charm. Plus we live in a castle in Scotland! It’s bloody cold!”

“Ron!” she said, giving him a small elbow in the side.

“Sorry! I’ll try not to curse so much, I swea—”

“No! What’s that over there?”

A swathe of darkness rushed the field, undulating like a dark ink spill across the Quidditch field.

“Oh no…” Ron moaned. “Dementors!”

He gave another string of curses as they rushed towards the field.

Despite the cold, misery and terror encroaching, a bit of warmth kept the Dementors from fully affecting her as they had on the Hogwarts Express. It was Ron’s large hand holding hers all the way to the field.

She loved rainy days.

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The wet squelch of his shoes echoing off stone hallways was the only sound left in the castle. Ron was alone, which was all for the better. He’d always loved Quidditch, but now it felt like a scimitar ready to come down and end him. At this point he’d welcome a good beheading— at least then he wouldn’t feel so bleeding miserable.

His sodden robes left tiny droplets, and he’d wrung out one giant puddle, in the halls. If Filch caught him, he’d probably give him a good dressing down, but Ron didn’t care. He deserved one.

How could Quidditch abilities have passed him by so thoroughly? He thought he’d been a good Keeper at home. He always got stuck in the position, but over time he grew to like it quite a lot. Not anymore.

His robes thwarted against the portrait whole as he drug himself through to an empty Common Room. Not wanting to face his dormmates he went for a seat by the fire, but found Hermione. She sat in one of the larger plush chairs, her little legs curled up under her in a way that would make his long limbs go numb in under a minute. All around her were parchment and books. She was working on a Charms assignment he knew was not due for another three weeks. She looked up from the work and gave a warm smile. Despite himself, he smiled back.

“It’s miserable enough with all the rain. Why compound it with Charms?” he asked.

“I wanted to wait for you. I don’t like the idea of you practicing in a storm like this. Especially by yourself! It’s not worth it.”

“Well I can’t quit,” he said, feeling mulish again and collapsing into the opposite chair with a great heave.

“I wasn’t suggesting you quit. Just maybe wait for nights where there isn’t a maelstrom?”

“Ah, but then there’d be loads of other people wanting to practice, and then they’d all see how I suck eggs.”

“I’ve seen you fly and you don’t ‘suck eggs,’” she said, finishing her sentence with a flourish of her quill.

“There’s a whole song about it.”

“That song…” she growled, casting a charm on her paper to dry the ink.. “Malfoy’s the one who sucks eggs! He’s a little monster and I’m a bit in shock the professors have done absolutely nothing to stop him.”

“Why would they?” he said with a shrug.

“Because it’s a monstrous display of bullying? Because it’s targeting a student and making the whole school absolutely toxic? It’s wrong? It’s harmful? Take your pick!”

Ron straightened in his seat as she pointed her wand at him. Suddenly he was hit with the most satisfying warming charm, followed by a water wicking spell.

“You’re good at Keeping! I’ve seen you do it every summer up against the twins, Ginny, and even Charlie. But you’re no good to anyone if you get struck by lightning, fall from your broom, or catch pneumonia from being out in this weather! And what are you smiling at?” she asked, brows furrowed enough to make that cute little line appear between them.

“You.”

“You should take what I’m saying seriously!”

“Fine, I won’t fly in this weather alone.”

“Well who will accompany you?”

He hesitated a moment then replied, “You, if you’ll come.”

“I can. As long as I’m ahead on my revising.”

“Then you can always come, as you’re always ahead,” he said putting his feet up on her arm rest.

“I also meant it about the Keeping. I think you’re good.”

“Yeah, well… Quidditch isn’t your strong suit.” She shoved his feet off the chair and he gave a chuckle. “But, I’ll try to keep that in mind.”

Despite wanting to be so ahead in her studies, Ron noticed how she ignored her parchment the rest of the evening for him. For a rainy evening, it was quite nice.

[asmo-ds]

How do you headcanon Lucifer and Barbatos would react if Diavolo died. Like it's such a weird concept because he's so powerful but what if he got killed? (Probably by God because who else is gonna kill this man??)

Reaction to Diavolo’s death

warnings: death, war, PTSD, depression

a/n: I know i’m on hiatus but I scheduled some posts for yall cuz i’m just kind like that ♡´･ᴗ･`♡

- He had been right there, standing beside him as God shot an arrow that pierced through the prince’s chest

- He had been right there, standing beside him as God shot an arrow that pierced through the prince’s chest

- He saw Lilith and Diavolo both walking away from him in that moment, headed towards their after life

- He fell into a depression rather quickly after Dia’s death, feeling like a failure and suffering as his sin tried to take over but it couldn’t due to the intensity of his emotions

- He was elected to be Prince after that and he hates it

- He hated sitting on the throne, talking over what had once belonged to his best friend

- He hates that he lived in the castle now, forced to walk the halls that once echoed the voice of the former prince with nothing but joy and kindness coming from his lips

- He has nightmares quite often too and often wakes up in a cold sweat

Barbatos

- He has been awaiting Lucifer and Diavolo’s return from the celestial realm at the palace

- He had prepared a bath, set the table for dinner, made Diavolo’s bed and prepared his pajamas

- He immediately felt something was wrong though and when he watched Lucifer climb the palace steps alone, the stoic butler fell to his knees

- He was born into a family of royal butlers and he grew up with Diavolo, not only as a servant but almost as a brother

- He screamed when Lucifer told him the prince’s fate

- As soon as Lucifer left to go home Barbatos went to break the news to the other servants

- Watching the way some of the ones who hadn’t been fond of the prince jump for joy at the news made his blood boil

- All the other servants returned to their families that same night, leaving Barbatos alone in the palace with nothing

- Barbatos got into the now cold Bath he has previously prepared, sitting there crying and knowing that Diavolo will never sit here again

- He changed into Diavolo’s cold pajamas that still were covered in his scent and he walked down to the dining room, where cold food awaited him and at the end of the night he crawled into a cold bed that once belonged to the prince

- everything felt so cold and he felt so helpless, he had no purpose without his prince and he was just a lost soul now

- He was just so cold and useless

[lumiereandcogsworth]

Belle!!

MY BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! yes happy to :) also putting under the cut bc yeah i went off naturally <3

first impression:

it was this moment in which i chose to stan:

gosh. literally an icon. anyway when the movie was coming out and they announced it would be emma i was like nice that’s perfect!!! even though i wasn’t hyped for the movie before i watched it, i was still like yes very good decision. and she KILLED IT thank you have a nice day

impression now

MY SHE!!!! EFFERVESCENT!!!! MY BELOVED!! MY QUEEN!!!!!!!!! i love her so much. painfully defensive of emma’s performance and the yellow dress so jot that down. i just love her SO dearly. my badass thorny queen.

favorite moment

goodness. GOSH. i have a very soft spot for her reaction to the library after adam walks off. the little noise she makes. she’s such a cute little dork!!!!!! also i can’t find a gif of the exact moment but it’s right after this when she twirls around and makes the little noise?? ANGEL??

but i love all of her. her curiosity and her no-thoughts-head-empty bravery and her stubbornness and her KINDESS… ugh. i love her

idea for a story

i love working with her wrestling with entering into royal life. it’s just so opposite of how she lived, and how she expected to live out her whole life. like sure she’s a dreamer but i just don’t think she actually expected to marry a prince🤔 lol. it’s a little out of left field!!!! but obviously she takes every bull by the horns so she jumps into this new life best she can. and of course adam thinks she’s the most amazing human ever so he has full confidence in her. but i think her own self-confidence falters a lot, because she’s just so out of her depths.

i haven’t really said any specific story but i’ve thought about like, her getting to know the ladies of the court, and just feeling so out of place with them. and she decides to start a book club with them and it doesn’t pan out at first but she’s determined! anyway that’s just one example but i like thinkin about those early years as queen and how she gets into it. traveling and learning so much about global economics and politics, reforming the education system, finding ways to help the lower classes because she understands both ends of the social hierarchy now. gosh i could go on, but you get the idea!!

unpopular opinion

it seems to be unpopular to think that emma did well in her role, and that the yellow dress looks good and dances beautifully. so uhh?? sorry you’re boring and enjoy hating things. get well soon besties <3

do you want me to cry? i’m gonna cry if i look at these gifs too long. anyway. look at how they dance together!!!!!!! shut up!!!!!!!!!!!!! you guys are so loud!!!!!!!!!!! okay anyway no stay focused. the hand thing in the left gif kills me. what? when adam twirls in the right gif. WHAT? LYDIA PAY ATTENTION NEXT QUESTION

favorite relationship

can you even imagine. is it even a wonder. i’m gonna explode. the landlord and landlady of my head your honors:

have you seen them? can’t believe they’re real. anyway

favorite headcanon

mmmmm so many. she loves baking and cooking, i think growing up with her papa they cooked a lot together. she sings to herself all the time, adam always knows when she’s coming because he can hear her voice echoing in the halls. she goes to bed early but she often has insomnia and wakes up in the middle of the night. sometimes she wakes and bothers adam but sometimes she goes for walks around the castle. or she might light a candle and read. or go get a midnight snack. also one for growing up since you did that for jo!!! she used to climb up on the roof out of her bedroom window and lay up there and stargaze. she first did it when she was like 11 or so. she always thought maurice didn’t know she was doing it but years later he told her he knew and she was like :”0

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(adam’s version) (maurice!)