#* partner {descended from fairytales}

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For @descended-from-fairytales - Bite Starring Angie Doppler NSFW

Angie tilts her head back for a minute, enjoying the sun, closing her eyes. The Felind's ears twitch slightly. Waylon was... doing something. The important part was, he was distracted with it. She's been looking for something stupid to do.

Jerking suddenly, she leans down and bites his arm, eyes flicking up to him and an adorable but evil grin kinda forms on her face.

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Sienna nods immediately. "Yeah. Yeah, obviously. I'm not that reckless." She sighs, finally getting up to bring her plate to the sink herself, not really sure she can eat much right now.

Waylon takes that in for a moment, nodding slowly. He remembers what it felt like, growing up with those sorts of feelings. How honestly terrifying it can be to not understand what’s wrong with yourself. It’s the last thing he wants for her, but he can’t help but be more than a little concerned. Not by her feelings per se, but moreso the risk it could put her in if she continues down the same path he did.

“I’ve been told this kind of thing can be genetic, so I’m not entirely surprised.” He chuckles a bit lightly and clears his throat a bit. “There’s nothing wrong with it on its own. Like I said earlier, you’re allowed to feel however you’re going to feel. But if you get the urge to do something like that, tell me, please. I’d rather you come to me than try something on your own and accidentally get yourself into trouble.”

[ru8yx]

Secret lady Crown Prince Eshawr x reader? I don’t mind what kind of format you put it in.

CROWN PRINCE ESHAWR X READER!!

From the moment of her birth, her life had been predestined as a plaything for her family, and they bestowed upon her a name as sweet as the gentlest flowers and as passionately fiery as the wind.

As the first daughter of the Duke, every aspect of her future had been meticulously planned, shaped by the heavy weight of the family's expectations and ambitions.

Fate had woven a path she had little choice but to follow, each step leading her deeper into the intricate web of the ducal machinations.

Their destinies intertwined like a bittersweet thread, woven by the intricate hand of fate. The Crown Prince, with golden locks that danced in the sunlight and eyes the hue of molten gold, was her predestined match, chosen to be her future husband.

Under the watchful gaze of their families, she too was caught in the trap, as they bowed in introduction, their lives now inexorably linked by the constraints of their assigned roles. Like flies entrapped in a spider's web, their path forward was laid out before them, with no escape in sight.

She had endured a lifetime of lessons, honed to be the perfect future Empress, leaving no room for errors.

Her every waking moment was spent striving for flawlessness under the relentless scrutiny of demanding nobility. Everywhere she went, their greedy eyes tracked her every move, waiting to pounce at the slightest imperfection.

Despite the suffocating weight of expectations and the omnipresent gaze, she stood tall, unyielding in her regal bearing. She would always bear the title of Crown Princess, a symbol of both her lineage and the burden of her role in the tumultuous world of imperial politics.

Eshawr, the beloved Crown Prince, was exalted as the very life force of the empire, lavished with praise for simply existing.

To her, however, he was much more than that—he was her devoted husband, whose playful banter and steadfast presence provided both comfort and joy.

Despite the looming threat of his family's curse, which claimed the lives of partners of the royal family in tragic manners, Eshawr remained vigilant, standing guard through numerous sleepless nights to protect the one whom he had sworn to spend his life with.

Fate, though relentless, couldn’t dampen the love that burned within their entwined hearts.

The nobles painted a vivid picture of their love, likening it to a fairytale, with the princess embodying grace and beauty while the prince was the dashing savior protecting her from the ills of the world.

However, beneath the surface, cracks began to form, threatening to shatter the perfect facade. Problems emerged, revealing that nothing in life was ever truly flawless, reminding them that even the most enchanting fairytales could have unexpected twists and turns in the narrative of their love story.

She was known for her iron grip, unwavering and stoic, allowing no weakness or emotion to sully her image as the Crown Princess.

The nickname "Iron Grip Rose" had been bestowed upon her, symbolizing her unwavering strength and resilience.

She had endured countless trials without ever letting on the pain and suffering that gnawed at her from within. However, the tragic death of her beloved husband, the Crown Prince, left her broken and vulnerable, shattering the impenetrable façade she had nurtured so fiercely.

Plagued by the torment of losing her beloved husband, the woman spiraled into madness, descending deeper into despair with each passing day.

She refused to eat or drink, her body becoming frail and her once radiant eyes turning lifeless and dull. Driven to the brink, she pulled at her hair, howling like a wounded beast, feeling the weight of isolation and desolation, her heart shattered beyond repair.

The absence of her husband had torn away the light that illuminated her world, leaving only the suffocating darkness to consume her.

The whispers of the maids echoed in the grand halls, lamenting the transformation of the once-beloved princess into a tormented wraith.

They spoke of how sorrow had drained her vibrancy, how she appeared so lifeless and pain-stricken, murmuring unintelligible words as she rocked back and forth.

And all the while, her gaze remained fixated on a portrait of her and her beloved late husband, a time when they radiated in power and beauty, before fate wrenched his life away.

The descent into insanity reached its pinnacle as she vented her anguish on her surroundings, smashing even the most fragile of vases and leaving her hand bloodied from the shattered shards.

As tears streamed down her face, she saw her deceased husband before her, his teasing smile still haunting her. In her delusion, he beckoned to her from the balcony, his tall figure standing against the backdrop of the sky.

In a moment of desperation and despair, she gripped her dress and lunged toward him, only to be met with a fatal fall from her chamber’s window

❝ they say, if you stand underneath the balcony of princess [name] you could still hear her cries and screams of pain❞

HII THX SO MUCH FOR REQUESTING 🫶hope u enjoyed , (hope its not badly written ) and no happiness 💕🎀

[sailor-sun-18]

~`Ballroom drabbles featuring Neuvillette, Columbina and Lyney.

~`Recommended song: Love Story - Indila

~`Let me carry you away, tonight.

NEUVILLETTE

The clinking of glass filled the air, along with the never-ending chatter with words of silver and golden wine. From the ceiling, chandeliers hung in all their glory of glistening diamond lights, shrouding the room under the spell of an enchanted fairytale.

People raised their glasses filled to the brim with glittering gold and crimson; a resounding applause echoed in the room, following the ending speech of Fontaine's Archon. Her hands moved animatedly, posture poised gracefully while her tone remained joyfully flamboyant.

You raised your own cup, lips curled into a smile as you all drank a courteous sip and the orchestra started its tune.

In no time, the white marble speckled with pink and silver resonated with the rhythmic clapping of heels whose owners were lost in their lovers' embrace, so tender and filled with unspoken affection as they let themselves sway along the notes of a simple yet elegant melody.

Your fingers traced absent-mindedly the rim of your cup where most of the wine lay untouched. Your eyes gazed with wonder at the twirling couples in the centre, unconsciously mimicking their movements as you swayed from one side to another. But your hues were focused on one person alone; the distinguished gentleman holding gently your Archon in an intimate embrace that seemed to radiate softness and unspoken affection.

Lady Furina smiled, lips stretched wide as she talked to her partner, who only nodded in response, sometimes chiding with words of his own.

For a moment, you wondered if you could be held like that too.

A tap on your shoulders halted your thoughts. You turned, eyes locking with that of an old friend. Their golden eyes crinkled slightly, "How is it?" they asked, knowing very well that was your first ball, "Feeling well?"

You gave them a small smile, as you nodded, while not-so-discreetly adding another one of those delicious delicacies filled with whipped cream and chocolate, something that prompted a laugh from them. They watched as you slowly nibbled on the pastry before stealing exactly the biggest one -the one you were carefully reserving for last- of the bunch. Their laughter continued merrily, despite your enraged protests consisting of how 'true friends don't do this', to which they answered that 'friends do, in fact, this' leaving the: 'to their favourite victim- friend' rule unspoken.

Cue the gloomy aura that soon descended on your face, as if a cloud had decided your head was the perfect home for its rain.

They laughed, poking mercilessly at your -fake- misery as you wiped away -again, fake- tears.

"Would a dance lift your spirits, my dear?" they asked, their mocking tone turning softer at the end. But before they could charm their way with sweet words, seeking for forgiveness, someone grabbed your hand and dragged you away, leaving your blond-haired friend completely dumbfounded.

Long white hair greeted your vision as luscious light blue stray strands tickled your cheeks as you stared, almost rudely, at your Archon, who didn't seem to notice until you failed to respond to one of her questions. Something that made her huff, comically appalled, as she turned towards you, before freezing completely. A flash of panic in her mismatched eye drops that was soon concealed by a flutter of lashes.

But Lady Furina, always someone for theatrics, just said something so incredibly flashy that the words just flew over your head before sliding away, hurriedly but still with an air of elegance, probably to mask her embarrassment behind the tallest tower of cake she could find.

But that left you, alone in the centre of the dance floor, where couples still twirled joyfully, without a care in their love-filled worlds. You turned and turned, searching for an exit, your robes somehow fluttering along their own colourful ones, when a hand was placed before you, palm outstretched and gloved fingers curling in a shy invitation.

"Please, allow me."

The alluring eyes of the Iudex stared at you, through long eyelashes. Their pink and violet hues masking a blue so deep; it resembled that of the sea written in fairytales: so dark yet so mesmerising.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, but I saw you were quite flustered, here, alone by yourself."

"It's...- you pursued your lips, flustered -fine. Thank you."

You slowly lay your hand on his, as you let him sweep you off your feet. Monsieur Neuvillette smiled softly as the two of you swayed together, the music blurring into the background, accompanying the shared chatter between the two of you.

His hold on you was delicate, almost afraid, as his deep timbre gained a softer and rounder edge. He twirled you, gently, his hands never leaving yours, fingers almost intertwined.

And some time in your dance, you caught sight of Lady Furina standing on the sidelines. Her mismatched eyes locked with yours; they crinkled slightly into two crescent moons as her hands covered her lips in a silencing gesture.

COLUMBINA

Broken shards reflected a thousand images, their sharp edges accentuating your features in speckles of gold as the broken image of your reflection stared back at you. You hummed a quiet melody as you traced absent-mindedly the golden rim, following every curve. A knock came from the door; "Come in," you said, mind still trapped into a never-ending loop. It spinned and spinned like the spindle of a fairytale. Meanwhile, your maid entered the room; her warm, gentle eyes widening at the sight of the broken mirror and the small wet and red trails circling your wrists. "Oh, dear child- she gently pricked the shards from your hands, making you sit on your bed as she grabbed your stained palms, -what happened?" she asked, fussing over you as she had always done during her younger years. You didn't give her an answer, not that she needed one as her brown hues softened once again, one of her gloved hands moving to cup your cheek, thumb tracing the faint red lines under your eye, "Don't worry, dear. Everything will fall back into its place. Now go and enjoy your birthday." and moved to smooth the wrinkles of your robes. She huffed, smiling in satisfaction, "There, now you're perfect.", as you gave her a small smile of your own. Hours passed by in a blur of colours and sweet notes of wine and music. Your gaze lingered on the dance floor, irises moving from one couple to another until a bitter taste coated your tongue. You should have been there, in your lover's arms, dancing to your hearts' content until the clock struck midnight when you would place a gentle kiss on her bold, red lips. Alas, fate was cruel, and in the place of her warm embrace was the unforgiving and cold truth of cheating behind backs and unsuspecting affection. The wine seemed to turn stale in your hands, that tightened over the transparent glass until you felt the sensation of smooth gloves cover them, halting that spiraling path of self-destruction. First, there were locks of obsidian, so long that they seemed to tie into ribbons at the ends; then the white of feathers, so pure and untouched, the colour alone sparkling bitter envy in shapes of yellow roses and marigolds. Closed eyes crinkled in delight behind a lace mask. "Wouldn't want to hurt yourself, again." she said, her tone as light as the feathers she carried on her hair. Her hold seemed to tighten over yours, "Why are you here?" she said, legs dangling from the balcony with childlike glee. You opened your mouth to respond -your gaze trailed once again on the ballroom, on the same lady who donned that sparkling red dress that complimented her bold lips perfectly- when an airy light giggle came from the dark-haired lady as she stepped down, her shoes landing on the white marble with no sound. You stood there, mouth slightly agape as she neared her face to yours, lips near your ear, her laugh airy, like a faerie's bell. She looked at you, with eyes lidded -it was still impossible to see their colour- and outstretched her arm, hand poised in midair: a silent invitation. And there was something, something so extremely captivating about her, that nullified all of your thoughts because as her fingers curled around your own, bringing you to the dance floor, you couldn't find in yourself to mind. People blurred in colours around your twirling figures. Columbina -as she had previously introduced herself- smiled lightly, humming quietly to the melody, before her head tilted slightly to the side. Your eyes followed her movement where you were met with the sight of your enraged ex-fiancé, sputtering venomous words -sounding more and more like 'how could you!" and 'betray'- in barely concealed rage at her dancing partner. Your stared, flabbergasted, when the next twirl brought your attention back to your own partner, her rosy lips wide with innocence, which prompted a laugh from your own. For a moment, when your laughter clouded your judgment, eyes crinkling shut with mirth, her own hues opened, a colour so unspokenly captivating, swirling with delight, under the envious gaze of a certain lady.

LYNEY

Voices rose around the stage, whispers of excitement and trepidation filled the room adorned by colours of crimson red and pure, clean white. Couples stopped in their dance, as more and more people flocked towards the bold red curtains, holding their breath and waiting in anticipation once the orchestra reached its momentarily end; the sounds of instruments dimming with every passing second as if they, too, could not wait any longer for the famous Lyney and Lynette's Magic Show.

And their restless waiting was rewarded because, soon, lights started to dance across the stage like fireworks, while the long and bright crimson curtains unravelled like flowers, showcasing the two magicians in all their glory of ruby and aquamarine.

The first one to approach the edge was Lyney, "Welcome everyone-" arms outstretched as he welcomed the audience, his voice boisterous, thriving under the limelight. In his hand, he held a white rose that soon withered into a crown of cards falling at his feet.

He retreated a few steps as Lynette took place on his right, "-To our magic show." and finished his phrase, albeit with a more contained voice.

Among colourful flowers and fantastic tricks, you watched, eyes filled with admiration for the two magicians, basking into the particularly magical atmosphere they had created with the first and most simple tricks. And somewhere, along the way of the enchanted evening, you found your own irises locking with light lavender more than once; each time ending with a playful wink.

And as the two bowed together, bringing the enchanting show to an end, you clapped your hands, along with everyone else, who had been perfectly captivated by their sheer talent.

The previous hustle and bustle resumed almost immediately, as the violins, violas and piano made themselves known once again, taking on a more upbeat and quicker tune.

You stood on the sidelines, a glass in your hands, pristine pink rose coloured wine swirling in elegant waves. A sudden shiver crossed your arms, turning the small waves into a bit of a jumbled mess. Paying it no mind, -because the window in the back was open, allowing the cold fontainian air to sweep in with a dance of its own- you settled it on the table and moved to join the dance: a simple one with only a few repetitive steps, not too easy yet not too tiring.

You bowed curtly to your second partner, her soft cobalt irises curling upwards, framed by her long blond locks, perfectly styled in beautiful curls. The two of you danced for a bit, before the music required, once again, a change of partners.

Soon, deep hazel eyes stared at you, prompting a sudden shiver which made you turn your own irises down, blinking almost uncomfortably as you took the man's hand. And once it was time to swap, you found your arms firmly entangled with his own, as his deep laughter reached your ears.

Somehow, the music seemed to become louder, hurried, bordering on a panicked tone as you struggled to break free, nearly bruising yourself in the process.

But as his hold tightened, it soon loosened and when you opened your eyes, you found yourself lost in soft lilac ones. The magician's cheeky visage coming into vision as he winked at you, "Figured you needed some help." his pink lips curling upwards.

"Ah... thank you."

He smiled wider, "There's no need to thank me."

His hold was gentle and almost imperceptibly soft as his thumbs slowly drew comforting circles, seeking both to ground your flustered self and to ease your worries as you finally breathed, fingers curling around the expensive red and black fabric, like a small child clinging to a mother; an action he didn't seem to mind.

"Thanks..." you repeated, lungs burning greedily, a new kind of warmth blossoming on your cheeks.

"No need" he repeated, holding you closer.

The music turned louder, no longer muffled by sheer anxiety and arising goosebumps but spurred by soft words and bashful, genuine smiles.

And when Lyney bowed one last time to his new dance partner, -a fairy skinned blond young man- proceeding to head for the sidelines, to his awaiting sister. He tilted his head to the side, eyes narrowing at a certain gentleman -who was conveniently his target for the night- cowering under his gaze, a lone withered rainbow rose between his hands. As he joined Lynette's side once again, his lavender irises always managed to find their way back to you, admiring the way you danced, robes fluttering elegantly behind you. And-

Ah... he forgot to ask your name.

Lynette just sighed at her brother.

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For @descended-from-fairytales - Guys' Night Starring Daniel Davis & Laurian Lolliberry

Laurian chuckles to himself and shakes his head as he taps his steering wheel, waiting on the other two to come out and join him. Ozwell had absolutely shooed him out the door, insisting a guys' night with Daniel and Stiles would be fun while he (Ozwell) had a, and Laurian quoted, "girls and gay night" with Sylvia and Violet. Honestly, it did seem like it'd be fun.

A few texts later and now he was waiting on the pair to hurry up already. Not that he actually had any plans for where they were going or what they were doing. He was just the driver. But it would probably be something lowkey, knowing the three of them. He can't imagine things would get very crazy for them.

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For @descended-from-fairytales - Every Bubble's Got to Pop Starring Ash Waltz/Cora Vaguely Guest Starring Caladium "Cal" Waltz, Marella Cipher, Mary Delilah Rubinstein

"And just like that," Marella cocks her head to herself, as Iris climbs into her car to go back to the rehab, "We're ready."

"Ready?" Delilah looks at Marella. "Are you sure?"

"Completely, angel. She'll call ahead of her arrival, and when they remove him from his room, I'll--"

Blue fire flashes across the grass, forming a circle around the group. "--know. Now."

And with a snap of her fingers, ignoring Cal's overemotional reaction...

Waking up in her bed to the sunlight streaming in the window, she stretches and sits up, yawning and rubbing her face.

And, sitting there a moment, it all starts to hit her again.

Growing up in something that could count as a house, tight on space for the number of people in it. Her father's smile when she came in the door, last in line, whenever she and her siblings went out.

Joining Hemlock's gang, Aneela, the struggles she'd faced trying to keep her sister safe.

Kate, "Katie" before, someone who needed a friend, who needed people who cared.

Yarrow being released, the subsequent disappearance. Insisting to anyone who would listen that he hadn't run away, not really.

Learning the art of dance, learning to dance.

Meeting Ciri.

Meeting Basil.

She remembered.

Ash launches out of her bed, barely stopping for anything as she goes scrambling downstairs to see if anyone else was up yet. Cal looks over from the stove where he's apparently undertaking making breakfast for them. "Cora?"

"Uh-uh." She bounces lighting up. "Cal, Cal it's me. It's me, I remember, I--!!"

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For @descended-from-fairytales​ - Public Buzz Starring Saoirse Naoi NSFW

Saoirse smirks as she finally pulls up the app she’s been waiting to use for some time. Idly, she wonders where Avalon even is right now. She doesn’t believe it’s class, and if it is, she has a feeling the other will have the foresight enough to start recording the lesson.

With a solemn nod to herself at that reassurance, she’s quick to bring the little toy to life properly and spiking it just to really get Avalon’s attention.

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For @descended-from-fairytales - Play Nice Starring Zoe Walker Probably featuring Astrid Walker

Zoe clicks her tongue, sitting on the wall outside Astrid's place. Temporary space while she's recovering, though right now she's out. Zoe had been killing time waiting for her sister, and now she was determining if she needed to deter this man coming up to the door. "She's not in. Who're you?"

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For @descended-from-fairytales - Kitten Starring Navin Cardenal

Navin sighs to himself as the little scrap of a cat he'd just set on the floor to call Hadley starts climbing his leg. "Would you--!"

He keeps the phone pressed to his ear as it dials, trying to get it off of him again. "Off-- ow! Okay, the claws are small, how are they that sharp?!"

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For @descended-from-fairytales - Fancy Seeing You Starring Mallory Hale

"Hey, sunshine. I think my parts order is in? Last name Hale, first name Mallory. I've gotta browse some other stuff in the meantime, sound good?" Mallory nods to the guy behind the counter of the parts store as she walks in, and he nods back and looks her up.

She nods and heads down an aisle, squatting to look at something, not looking up when she hears the bell over the door signaling someone else was coming in.

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For @descended-from-fairytales - Office Work Starring Sage Greyback NSFW

Sage huffs, rolling their eyes at Madeline in the door, though a grin crosses their face all the same at seeing her. They'd just been thinking about her, and as much as they wouldn't mind a fight, they had something else on their mind right now. "Baby. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

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For @descended-from-fairytales​ - Shutting Your Brain Off Starring Saoirse Naoi NSFW

Saoirse smirks as she pulls the other into her room, barely getting the door shut and pinning her against it. “You still wanna do this, sugar? Ready to hand over that neat little control for a bit and just be a good girl?”

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For @descended-from-fairytales - Well Controlled Starring Nova O'Day NSFW

Nova curls into the couch a bit, pouting over at Stiles, bored. Positively bored, and he was ignoring her.

Well, okay, no, he wasn't exactly, but he might as well be. An evil sort of thought crosses her mind, and for a flash of a moment she projects to him--

--him underneath her, her absolutely railing him with her strap, with him writhing and begging for more, so pent up, so absolutely mindfucked he doesn't care--

And just as abruptly as she starts, she stops, picking at the arm of the couch, not looking over in his direction. She hums a bit thoughtfully.

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For @descended-from-fairytales​ NORMAL AU! - Let Your Hair Down Starring Jessica Mackenzie

Nights are better. She can’t get in trouble for sitting by the window at night. No one to see her. They’re in bed and don’t check up on her. She’s grown accustomed to the night.

She sits at the window, sketching in the pale moonlight, what little of it she can get, peeking outside a moment, quiet. Somber, really.

Something catches her eye. Movement? She sits up, pressing her face slightly to the window even though she knows she should turn away. Shouldn’t be seen up here like this. Something in her just wants to see something happen.

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For @descended-from-fairytales​ - Happy Birthday Starring Daniel Davis NSFW

Card on the nightstand. Bow on his shoulder. Not that he’s fully aware of it due to other circumstances, anyways.

He drools pathetically around the gag, whimpering and straining on his cuffs, eyes locked on the door, whining and waiting for... actually, he’s not even sure if he cares who. The plug buzzing in him reminds him he was originally waiting for Sir. He whines pathetically. Please. Soon. Wants to be fucked. Wants to be railed.

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for @descended-from-fairytales​ - NORMAL AU! - Meet Cute Starring Melinda Pollari

Ah, VidCon. The wonderful time of the year of reconnecting with other creator friends, dodging conversation with people she knew from content alone would cause problems for her, panels, constant random fan interaction--

And, losing Sylvia and Sam. Completely. Like, god only knows where they are, she can’t even find Nova.

Fuck.

Melinda sighs, trying to peer over the crowd without drawing too much attention to herself... walking into someone, how does she even manage to do that? “Sorry.”