#Apple poison x snow white

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Apple poison x snow white

Art: @おちゃのこ

[echantedtoon]

Love's Poison

He hated her. He was made to hate her. He did for her nativity, blind kindness. But love is infectious like a poison. Well one man's poison is another's passion.

(I own nothing/Everything belongs to Disney. Coverart not mine and found on Pinterest.)

(Warnings: Snow White getting poisoned and mistreated by her stepmother and mentions of the evil queen's death.)

He was made to hate. Made to serve.

That was the first thing the child was told opening his eyes and staring upon his creator. But most importantly he was made to follow her every command. Her. EVERY. Command. No matter what it was. He learnt early as a young child that disobedience or not living up to expectations good enough would come with deadly consequences. He was sure to correct himself accordingly. After all he was content with his purpose and would live up to his Queen's expectations better than she was expecting him to be. It was easy to do after all for many years. If she wanted to know something tell her straight to the point. If she told him to do something it would be done by the hour. If she told him to jump he'd ask how high. If she asked him if she was beautiful then he'd tell her she was the most beautiful woman in existence. That pleased her the most. 

Although he thought she was always quite vain 

He never said it outloud and it was none of his business. He only had to serve and obey and she'd be happy. Of course there was one touchy subject the Queen always hated. And he saw said problem often amongst the maids scrubbing the floors or with the cooks washing dishes or with the gardeners often removing leaves from the garden. He hadn't paid the second child much mind at first assuming she was a daughter of the staff. And quite frankly it wasn't any of this business. His only business was to serve his Queen. However he hadn't expected her to literally come up to him one day carrying books with a big smile.

"You're new here. Are you going to scrub the floors too? Maybe we can keep each other company then!"

He only frowned upon her. "No. I work for her majesty. I'm not scullery maid like you."

She annoyingly looked happy at him. "Oh. That's a very important position. I'm impressed someone as young as us got it! That must mean you're very smart to have caught her attention."

He hummed... Perhaps she wasn't as naive as she looked if she figured that out. "That's between her majesty and myself."

"What's your name? My name is Snow White!"

He had to do a double take. Snow White? ...As in PRINCESS Snow White?! The one the Queen always mumbles disdain about?! He looked her up and down ... before deciding that she wasn't worth delaying his duties. 

"My name is of no concern to you. Excuse me. I have things to do."

Unfortunately that wouldn't be the last time the child princess would bother him. Often waving, smiling, and saying hello to him as he passed even if he outright ignored her. Her insistence was annoying and bothersome..But he supposed her didication to bring kind to everyone despite her situation was admirable. He's come to understand her situation more as the years pressed on. Of the Queen's cruel treatment of stripping her of the luxuries a normal princess should have and order her to be treated even worse than an ordinary maid being given nothing but rags to wear and scrapes from the kitchen to eat. It wasn't any of his business of course and he wasn't planning on making it his business but he couldn't help but wonder why she didn't just give up that kindness if all she's ever being shown is contempt and misery and disdain. Well as if to answer his ironic thoughts he just so happened to overhear a conversation between the unfortunate princess and another maid while walking by. 

"Princess you are such a kind soul. How are you able to show such gentleness as fate dealt you a bad hand?"

She only smiled that sweet smile he'd always seen her wife. "Because I would never want for anyone to go through anything like I have. It is better to show kindness where there is sorrow than to let that sorrow change you."

Her answer ... actually surprised him. He would not expect her to give such an answer but he still saw flaws. She was still naive with that kindness of hers. And he thought that again when she attempted to approach him again. He was unsure why she always did. Perhaps it was because they were both the only ones who were a similar age to one another? This time however was different than before when she presented him with a gift. A tart she had made in the kitchen. 

"What is that?"

"It's a tart, Silly." She only smiled that wide smile of hers. "I made it for you!"

He could only slowly blink at her slowly processing what he was told. "You made this..for me? You do know that I don't have any need for these things right? If I'm hungry I can order food from the servants anytime."

"I know but it wouldn't hurt to try one, right? You'll never know if you'll like it if you don't try it."

....He narrowed his eyes suspiciously looking between her and the desert before sighing and holding his hand out. "Fine. If you'll leave me alone to work then I'll take it."

Her eyes blinked wide in surprise but happily handed it over. "That makes me so happy! Does that mean I can know you're name now?"

"This doesn't make us friends in the slightest."

"I know but we've seen each other forever now and I can't address you by name. Think of how rude that is not being able to address someone properly at all despite seeing each other so often. You know my name so is it not courteous that I know yours?"

He hummed again. That sounded... reasonable. And the Queen never told him that he couldn't tell her his name. Just his work was off limits. "Alright...You may know my name but only out of courtesy. My name is Apple Poison."

"Apple Poison?" She hummed. "Quite an uncommon name."

"Says the girl who was named after the paleness of snow."

"Oh. I didn't mean to be rude. I've just never heard of it before is all. It's nice to finally meet you,  Apple Poison. It's a very nice name."

She giggled at him and he quite ignored the heat in his cheeks. However misfortune only followed her more as they slowly grew into adulthood. Everyday Snow White got more beautiful and every day the Queen would ask her mirror who was the farest in the land. Her self conscious and vanity getting worse and worse than the day before. But he never brought it up. After all it was none of his business. However what was his business was serving the Queen in everything she needed which usually involved her witchcraft. So often he found himself in the very hidden witches lair he was born from. A creation of the most poisoned apples and dark magic. It truly was a drab place even if he was used to it by now. His interactions with the ever growing beautiful princess continued. Every day she'd become more beautiful and it became apparent to all whom saw her. Ladies who used to gaze in envy at the Queen's beauty now looked on in awe at Snow White. Men who used to imagine marrying a woman like the Queen now gazed on with adoration at the princess. He found it quite annoying really as it annoyed the Queen and her bad mood always put harder work on him. So logically he should hate Snow White for this but..for some reason...

He just couldn't.

It annoyed him more that there was stares on the Princess now. And then it all came to a head. The day the magic mirror finally gave his Queen a different response. However he didn't know so at the time as he was attending to another matter at hand...And was absolutely NOT distracted by the beautiful sweet singing voice outside of the Queen's window. He was...merely looking outside waiting for Prince Florian's diplomatic arrival. Yes. That was what he was doing. By orders of the Queen. It was just a coincidence that Snow White happened to be scrubbing the steps and singing at the same time he decided to await for the Prince and it was more of a coincidence when the Prince arrived sneaking up to Snow White and frightening her back into the castle. A clear view of his face telling him that Prince Florian was enamored at her beauty by just one meeting. And it was just just a coincidence that his fists tightened in disdain knowing that. Pathetic. Being enamored without even knowing her first. There was more to life than just looks... Someone else could know that too. But it wasn't a coincidence that the Queen approached him also having seen the entire scene.

"Prince Florian has arrived in time for the diplomatic meeting with you on his father's behalf, Your highness."

"I can clearly see." She spoke calmly but with an underlying venom and rage in her soul. "Very well. I have other things that aquire my attention. Show him in. Fetch me my huntsman after and tell him I shall see him afterwards."

He rose a brow at this in question but it wasn't his business to question his orders so he just bowed. "It will be done."

He was not a part of any of the diplomatic affairs or any affairs of the Queen and her huntsman. Only knowing of the matter afterwards that the Princess disappeared unexpectedly and the huntsman had slain her. And only after the Queen told him of this fact. He-...

He never felt a shock of panic spear his chest harder than with those words but he didn't show it outwardly to the Queen other than maybe a flinch and his eyes going wide. The princess was...dead? Snow White was killed by her orders! The smiling face of kindness that always greeted him no matter what was.. gone. He should be happy about it. It meant that the Queen was happy and in turn he should be be happy too. So...why wasn't he? Why did it feel more like a great.. disappointment? Or dare he say sorrow? However both would be surprised when the Queen presented her usual question and proof of her crimes.

''Magic mirror on the wall. Who now is the fairest one of all?"

Like the dutiful servant they both were, the face in the mirror answered her truthfully. "Beyond the seven jeweled hills, beyond the seventh fall. In the cottage of the seven dwarves dwells Snow White fairest one of all."

That made him give pause. She was...alive? That can't be. Then how could the Queen have such a disgusting piece of evidence?

"Snow White lies dead within the forest. The huntsman has brought me proof. Behold. Her heart."

He had to slightly turn his eyes as to not feel that disgusted feeling in his stomach.

"Snow White still lives. Fairest in the land. The heart of a pig you hold in your hand."

"The heart of a pig?!...Then I've been duped."

She was so angry. He's never seen her throw something so hard and with such rage despite the almost calm face she wore. But ..If Snow White lived, then that meant that the Huntsman deliberately lied about what took place and failed to end the Princess's life. He immediately offered his own services to the angry Queen as a loyal way to pacify her anger.

"Your Majesty,  allow me to be tasked with completing this. I promise you results."

"No. If I want her death then I will do it myself. Leave and tend to the castle in my stead."

He didn't like that response but could do nothing but bow and agree with a bad feeling in his chest. "It shall be done."

He really didn't like this. Leaving the Queen for hours as she stormed off leaving him in her absence. The knots grew worse and worse before the temptation was too great and he gave in making his way down into the lair hours later where he'd last seen her. She said to tend to the castle and the lair was a part of the castle so he wouldn't be disobeying orders if he checked in on the drab place. Only to find it completely empty and barren. No living creature in sight. So where was the Queen? Only the thick smell of poisonous herbs were lingering in the air. He followed the smell over to a still bubbling cauldron and an open spell book. One look at the page it was on sent him frozen shocked.

Poisoned apples.

This page contained the potion recipe for poisoned apples. One of the ingredients used in his creation. Why would she be brewing this recipe? She hadn't done it since he was a child. Unless...UNLESS SHE WAS PLANNING ON USING THIS TO POISON SNOW WHITE. A piece of HIM!! SHE WAS GOING TO USE A PIECE OF HIM TO USE AGAINST HER!! Perhaps that was the part that made him snap or cause him lunacy enough to go after the Queen. But not before reading through the page in the spellbook and seeing vital piece of information.

The victim of the Sleeping Death can be revived only by love's first kiss...

The rain was pouring down from the harsh night sky. No moon or stars to light the way through the woods. Trees screamed from the winds' torment pushing their branches about and making shadows dance. The rain pounded against his body soaking him down to the bone and freezing his body to the core but still he pressed onwards and didn't stop. He came too far to stop now. He followed the magic  mirrors directions to a T.  Beyond the seven jeweled hills and beyond the seventh fall. Snow White resided inside a cottage waiting..And hopefully still alive. Mud and water squelched and splashed under his boots the farther and farther he went. Until a noise could be heard distantly above the rain and wind.

THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD.

Like a loud banging over and over again. That must mean something was close right? He continued on following the noise until he pushed a bush aside and was beheld with a sight. Down from him was a dim light. A dim light shining in through a window of a straw roofed collage. It looked completely abandoned right now other than a dim candle in the window. The banging was the door leading into the cottage being slammed repeatedly over and over again by the harsh winds. Instantly he approached but cautiously in case there was danger afoot. The darkness of the cottage didn't welcome him with any warmth as he approached the door and a strong hand grabbed it to stop it's harsh barrage and it was opened.

The inside was dark and quiet. Devoid of any signs of life. It was quiet...too quiet. Where was everyone? The Door was opened wider and he stepped inside carefully looking around. It was dry inside from the rain and warmer than the outside. The only signs of life was a single candle still lit on the nearby table. That must've been the light he saw. It..didn't look like anything was disturbed. Perhaps he was wrong? Perhaps the Queen did not come here. Perhaps everyone was asleep and accidentally left the door open? But then how was no one awakened by the constant door banging? Either everyone living here was a very deep sleeper or something was obviously wrong. He approached the candle raising a brow at how short it was. It obviously had been lit for a while so why leave a single flame? He stepped forward and paused as his foot thudded against something. His eyes widened as a red apple with a single bite rolled along the floor and thudded against a hand lying on the floor barely lit up by the dim light. 

His form froze for a good moment before he scrambling around the table and again freezing at what he saw. On the floor laid a limp body. Looking as though it collapsed all of a sudden. The eyelids closed on a pale but familiar face.

"Snow White!"

He was quick to kneel next to the beautiful woman and gently pushed her onto her back before lifting her upper body into his lap elevating her head. She limply laid there as his hand gently held her cheek unresponsive. His eyes went from her lips to the apple with a single bite and his worse fears were confirmed. She'd been cursed by the same thing he was made from. The closest thing he had for a friend. The only on whom showed him unwavering kindness despite everything. His eyes looked almost panicked. He was...too late. The Queen had already been here and either tricked her into eating the apple or something else more dastardly.And now she was gone.

...Or was she?

His gazed forlornly at her lips. True love's first kiss. But Snow White hadn't even fallen in love with anyone. She was never given a chance. And no one he knows of had fallen in love with her. Everyone just had an infatuation with her beauty at most. He found it bothersome, stupid even. However the longer he gazed at her ..Well.. Perhaps he'd...He leaned down. With a soft breath he leaned over and met her soft lips with those of his own. Soft. That's what she's always been. Nothing but soft and kind to him. His connection to her was broken and he waited. For a long moment nothing happened and he felt a pang in his guts. It.. hadn't worked. Of course someone as poisonous as him wouldn't remove more poison. His head hung but froze seeing her chest rising and falling. She...SHE WAS BREATHING! His head snapped back to her face. Until eventually her eyelids moved a little bit and they opened. Soft lashes fluttered as beautiful eyes peered out dazed into the world. The first thing she saw being his face..and her brows furrowed confused but not afraid.

"Apple...But what are you doing here? I must be having a nice dream."

He continued to stare at her before a relieved breath left him and he held her closer. "It is. Just the ending of a bad dream now."

[blackbutlerfandomnerddomain]

Yall

Meet Autumn

She's the affair child of Snow White and Apple Poison in my AU

[hazbinextgeneration]

Love's Poison

He hated her. He was made to hate her. He did for her nativity, blind kindness. But love is infectious like a poison. Well one man's poison is another's passion.

(I own nothing/Everything belongs to Disney. Coverart not mine and found on Pinterest. It's a bit au-ish but meh.)

(Warnings: Snow White getting poisoned and mistreated by her stepmother and mentions of the evil queen's death.)

He was made to hate. Made to serve.

That was the first thing the child was told opening his eyes and staring upon his creator. But most importantly he was made to follow her every command. Her. EVERY. Command. No matter what it was. He learnt early as a young child that disobedience or not living up to expectations good enough would come with deadly consequences. He was sure to correct himself accordingly. After all he was content with his purpose and would live up to his Queen's expectations better than she was expecting him to be. It was easy to do after all for many years. If she wanted to know something tell her straight to the point. If she told him to do something it would be done by the hour. If she told him to jump he'd ask how high. If she asked him if she was beautiful then he'd tell her she was the most beautiful woman in existence. That pleased her the most. 

Although he thought she was always quite vain 

He never said it outloud and it was none of his business. He only had to serve and obey and she'd be happy. Of course there was one touchy subject the Queen always hated. And he saw said problem often amongst the maids scrubbing the floors or with the cooks washing dishes or with the gardeners often removing leaves from the garden. He hadn't paid the second child much mind at first assuming she was a daughter of the staff. And quite frankly it wasn't any of this business. His only business was to serve his Queen. However he hadn't expected her to literally come up to him one day carrying books with a big smile.

"You're new here. Are you going to scrub the floors too? Maybe we can keep each other company then!"

He only frowned upon her. "No. I work for her majesty. I'm not scullery maid like you."

She annoyingly looked happy at him. "Oh. That's a very important position. I'm impressed someone as young as us got it! That must mean you're very smart to have caught her attention."

He hummed... Perhaps she wasn't as naive as she looked if she figured that out. "That's between her majesty and myself."

"What's your name? My name is Snow White!"

He had to do a double take. Snow White? ...As in PRINCESS Snow White?! The one the Queen always mumbles disdain about?! He looked her up and down ... before deciding that she wasn't worth delaying his duties. 

"My name is of no concern to you. Excuse me. I have things to do."

Unfortunately that wouldn't be the last time the child princess would bother him. Often waving, smiling, and saying hello to him as he passed even if he outright ignored her. Her insistence was annoying and bothersome..But he supposed her didication to bring kind to everyone despite her situation was admirable. He's come to understand her situation more as the years pressed on. Of the Queen's cruel treatment of stripping her of the luxuries a normal princess should have and order her to be treated even worse than an ordinary maid being given nothing but rags to wear and scrapes from the kitchen to eat. It wasn't any of his business of course and he wasn't planning on making it his business but he couldn't help but wonder why she didn't just give up that kindness if all she's ever being shown is contempt and misery and disdain. Well as if to answer his ironic thoughts he just so happened to overhear a conversation between the unfortunate princess and another maid while walking by. 

"Princess you are such a kind soul. How are you able to show such gentleness as fate dealt you a bad hand?"

She only smiled that sweet smile he'd always seen her wife. "Because I would never want for anyone to go through anything like I have. It is better to show kindness where there is sorrow than to let that sorrow change you."

Her answer ... actually surprised him. He would not expect her to give such an answer but he still saw flaws. She was still naive with that kindness of hers. And he thought that again when she attempted to approach him again. He was unsure why she always did. Perhaps it was because they were both the only ones who were a similar age to one another? This time however was different than before when she presented him with a gift. A tart she had made in the kitchen. 

"What is that?"

"It's a tart, Silly." She only smiled that wide smile of hers. "I made it for you!"

He could only slowly blink at her slowly processing what he was told. "You made this..for me? You do know that I don't have any need for these things right? If I'm hungry I can order food from the servants anytime."

"I know but it wouldn't hurt to try one, right? You'll never know if you'll like it if you don't try it."

....He narrowed his eyes suspiciously looking between her and the desert before sighing and holding his hand out. "Fine. If you'll leave me alone to work then I'll take it."

Her eyes blinked wide in surprise but happily handed it over. "That makes me so happy! Does that mean I can know you're name now?"

"This doesn't make us friends in the slightest."

"I know but we've seen each other forever now and I can't address you by name. Think of how rude that is not being able to address someone properly at all despite seeing each other so often. You know my name so is it not courteous that I know yours?"

He hummed again. That sounded... reasonable. And the Queen never told him that he couldn't tell her his name. Just his work was off limits. "Alright...You may know my name but only out of courtesy. My name is Apple Poison."

"Apple Poison?" She hummed. "Quite an uncommon name."

"Says the girl who was named after the paleness of snow."

"Oh. I didn't mean to be rude. I've just never heard of it before is all. It's nice to finally meet you,  Apple Poison. It's a very nice name."

She giggled at him and he quite ignored the heat in his cheeks. However misfortune only followed her more as they slowly grew into adulthood. Everyday Snow White got more beautiful and every day the Queen would ask her mirror who was the farest in the land. Her self conscious and vanity getting worse and worse than the day before. But he never brought it up. After all it was none of his business. However what was his business was serving the Queen in everything she needed which usually involved her witchcraft. So often he found himself in the very hidden witches lair he was born from. A creation of the most poisoned apples and dark magic. It truly was a drab place even if he was used to it by now. His interactions with the ever growing beautiful princess continued. Every day she'd become more beautiful and it became apparent to all whom saw her. Ladies who used to gaze in envy at the Queen's beauty now looked on in awe at Snow White. Men who used to imagine marrying a woman like the Queen now gazed on with adoration at the princess. He found it quite annoying really as it annoyed the Queen and her bad mood always put harder work on him. So logically he should hate Snow White for this but..for some reason...

He just couldn't.

It annoyed him more that there was stares on the Princess now. And then it all came to a head. The day the magic mirror finally gave his Queen a different response. However he didn't know so at the time as he was attending to another matter at hand...And was absolutely NOT distracted by the beautiful sweet singing voice outside of the Queen's window. He was...merely looking outside waiting for Prince Florian's diplomatic arrival. Yes. That was what he was doing. By orders of the Queen. It was just a coincidence that Snow White happened to be scrubbing the steps and singing at the same time he decided to await for the Prince and it was more of a coincidence when the Prince arrived sneaking up to Snow White and frightening her back into the castle. A clear view of his face telling him that Prince Florian was enamored at her beauty by just one meeting. And it was just just a coincidence that his fists tightened in disdain knowing that. Pathetic. Being enamored without even knowing her first. There was more to life than just looks... Someone else could know that too. But it wasn't a coincidence that the Queen approached him also having seen the entire scene.

"Prince Florian has arrived in time for the diplomatic meeting with you on his father's behalf, Your highness."

"I can clearly see." She spoke calmly but with an underlying venom and rage in her soul. "Very well. I have other things that aquire my attention. Show him in. Fetch me my huntsman after and tell him I shall see him afterwards."

He rose a brow at this in question but it wasn't his business to question his orders so he just bowed. "It will be done."

He was not a part of any of the diplomatic affairs or any affairs of the Queen and her huntsman. Only knowing of the matter afterwards that the Princess disappeared unexpectedly and the huntsman had slain her. And only after the Queen told him of this fact. He-...

He never felt a shock of panic spear his chest harder than with those words but he didn't show it outwardly to the Queen other than maybe a flinch and his eyes going wide. The princess was...dead? Snow White was killed by her orders! The smiling face of kindness that always greeted him no matter what was.. gone. He should be happy about it. It meant that the Queen was happy and in turn he should be be happy too. So...why wasn't he? Why did it feel more like a great.. disappointment? Or dare he say sorrow? However both would be surprised when the Queen presented her usual question and proof of her crimes.

''Magic mirror on the wall. Who now is the fairest one of all?"

Like the dutiful servant they both were, the face in the mirror answered her truthfully. "Beyond the seven jeweled hills, beyond the seventh fall. In the cottage of the seven dwarves dwells Snow White fairest one of all."

That made him give pause. She was...alive? That can't be. Then how could the Queen have such a disgusting piece of evidence?

"Snow White lies dead within the forest. The huntsman has brought me proof. Behold. Her heart."

He had to slightly turn his eyes as to not feel that disgusted feeling in his stomach.

"Snow White still lives. Fairest in the land. The heart of a pig you hold in your hand."

"The heart of a pig?!...Then I've been duped."

She was so angry. He's never seen her throw something so hard and with such rage despite the almost calm face she wore. But ..If Snow White lived, then that meant that the Huntsman deliberately lied about what took place and failed to end the Princess's life. He immediately offered his own services to the angry Queen as a loyal way to pacify her anger.

"Your Majesty,  allow me to be tasked with completing this. I promise you results."

"No. If I want her death then I will do it myself. Leave and tend to the castle in my stead."

He didn't like that response but could do nothing but bow and agree with a bad feeling in his chest. "It shall be done."

He really didn't like this. Leaving the Queen for hours as she stormed off leaving him in her absence. The knots grew worse and worse before the temptation was too great and he gave in making his way down into the lair hours later where he'd last seen her. She said to tend to the castle and the lair was a part of the castle so he wouldn't be disobeying orders if he checked in on the drab place. Only to find it completely empty and barren. No living creature in sight. So where was the Queen? Only the thick smell of poisonous herbs were lingering in the air. He followed the smell over to a still bubbling cauldron and an open spell book. One look at the page it was on sent him frozen shocked.

Poisoned apples.

This page contained the potion recipe for poisoned apples. One of the ingredients used in his creation. Why would she be brewing this recipe? She hadn't done it since he was a child. Unless...UNLESS SHE WAS PLANNING ON USING THIS TO POISON SNOW WHITE. A piece of HIM!! SHE WAS GOING TO USE A PIECE OF HIM TO USE AGAINST HER!! Perhaps that was the part that made him snap or cause him lunacy enough to go after the Queen. But not before reading through the page in the spellbook and seeing vital piece of information.

The victim of the Sleeping Death can be revived only by love's first kiss...

The rain was pouring down from the harsh night sky. No moon or stars to light the way through the woods. Trees screamed from the winds' torment pushing their branches about and making shadows dance. The rain pounded against his body soaking him down to the bone and freezing his body to the core but still he pressed onwards and didn't stop. He came too far to stop now. He followed the magic  mirrors directions to a T.  Beyond the seven jeweled hills and beyond the seventh fall. Snow White resided inside a cottage waiting..And hopefully still alive. Mud and water squelched and splashed under his boots the farther and farther he went. Until a noise could be heard distantly above the rain and wind.

THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD.

Like a loud banging over and over again. That must mean something was close right? He continued on following the noise until he pushed a bush aside and was beheld with a sight. Down from him was a dim light. A dim light shining in through a window of a straw roofed collage. It looked completely abandoned right now other than a dim candle in the window. The banging was the door leading into the cottage being slammed repeatedly over and over again by the harsh winds. Instantly he approached but cautiously in case there was danger afoot. The darkness of the cottage didn't welcome him with any warmth as he approached the door and a strong hand grabbed it to stop it's harsh barrage and it was opened.

The inside was dark and quiet. Devoid of any signs of life. It was quiet...too quiet. Where was everyone? The Door was opened wider and he stepped inside carefully looking around. It was dry inside from the rain and warmer than the outside. The only signs of life was a single candle still lit on the nearby table. That must've been the light he saw. It..didn't look like anything was disturbed. Perhaps he was wrong? Perhaps the Queen did not come here. Perhaps everyone was asleep and accidentally left the door open? But then how was no one awakened by the constant door banging? Either everyone living here was a very deep sleeper or something was obviously wrong. He approached the candle raising a brow at how short it was. It obviously had been lit for a while so why leave a single flame? He stepped forward and paused as his foot thudded against something. His eyes widened as a red apple with a single bite rolled along the floor and thudded against a hand lying on the floor barely lit up by the dim light. 

His form froze for a good moment before he scrambling around the table and again freezing at what he saw. On the floor laid a limp body. Looking as though it collapsed all of a sudden. The eyelids closed on a pale but familiar face.

"Snow White!"

He was quick to kneel next to the beautiful woman and gently pushed her onto her back before lifting her upper body into his lap elevating her head. She limply laid there as his hand gently held her cheek unresponsive. His eyes went from her lips to the apple with a single bite and his worse fears were confirmed. She'd been cursed by the same thing he was made from. The closest thing he had for a friend. The only on whom showed him unwavering kindness despite everything. His eyes looked almost panicked. He was...too late. The Queen had already been here and either tricked her into eating the apple or something else more dastardly.And now she was gone.

...Or was she?

His gazed forlornly at her lips. True love's first kiss. But Snow White hadn't even fallen in love with anyone. She was never given a chance. And no one he knows of had fallen in love with her. Everyone just had an infatuation with her beauty at most. He found it bothersome, stupid even. However the longer he gazed at her ..Well.. Perhaps he'd...He leaned down. With a soft breath he leaned over and met her soft lips with those of his own. Soft. That's what she's always been. Nothing but soft and kind to him. His connection to her was broken and he waited. For a long moment nothing happened and he felt a pang in his guts. It.. hadn't worked. Of course someone as poisonous as him wouldn't remove more poison. His head hung but froze seeing her chest rising and falling. She...SHE WAS BREATHING! His head snapped back to her face. Until eventually her eyelids moved a little bit and they opened. Soft lashes fluttered as beautiful eyes peered out dazed into the world. The first thing she saw being his face..and her brows furrowed confused but not afraid.

"Apple...But what are you doing here? I must be having a nice dream."

He continued to stare at her before a relieved breath left him and he held her closer. "It is. Just the ending of a bad dream now."

[twisting-echo]

A romantic moodboard of Snow White x Emperor Kuzco (Snowzco)

I ship Kuzco and Snow White because I thought it would be cute for them to bond over the fact that they were both poisoned. I love them because Kuzco is a narcissist who sees only what's on the outside and thinks that he's the fairest one of them all, and Snowie, who is kind and sees only inner beauty, is oblivious to the fact that she's the fairest of them all. Snowie negates Kuzco's narcissism and teaches him humility. (She basically baked him a big, humble pie.)

[danguiee27]

(Gordi)Blancanieves x apple poison (coco)

Se suponía que esto era para halloween pero por culpa de mi vida y del teléfono no pude terminarlo jeje que cosas de la vida .

En fin, creo que hay gente que conoce a apple poison de los reclutadores de villanos del evento de halloween en Disney (creo que es en Japón no me acuerdo) y bueno este personaje es chipiado con blancanieves,pues este chip ya existe y la verdad ando enamorada de el y como no juntarlo con mi chip más soft jeje

[queenquinzel715]

Just finished the Pixar Cars canvas so now I'm stuck on what to do next I did some rough drafts on my phone notes the last 2 I found on Google 💚

Which one?

[angerxdisgust]

If you ask Joy Sadness would be the fairest one of all. 💛💙 and no I won’t see the remake! 🍎

[floatyflowers]

Please part 2 by Dark Male Evil King x Pregnant Sad Reader Wife. She really misses her sweet son :(

Part One

You have fallen pregnant with the evil king's son one month after your son's death and spent the next six months in sadness and depression.

Your sadness for Snow White's death bothered your husband, so he would take his anger out on his servants, not wanting to harm you especially since you are pregnant with his baby.

King Grimhild could not understand why you are so attached to Snow White when you would have with him a child who will be much fairer than your dead son in looks and manners as the magical mirror has told him.

He felt envious even with Snow White out of the way, he sent the boy's body in a casket to be buried in the woods away from the castle, he even had the historians remove any mentions of him and your first husband from the history books.

The evil king believes that after you have his child, you will move on with your life.

That was until one day...

You lay in your bed, staring up at your ceiling, feeling guilty about your choice of marrying again like you do everyday.

But when you hear someone climbing the walls, you get frightened as you see hands appear and grab into the window's edge.

A loud scream for the guards was about to escape your lips, but when you see the intruder, your heart drops.

It's your son...

"Snow White"

His name leaves you lips as you get up from your bed and hurry towards the young prince, throwing yourself into his arms.

Even if he was of your imagination, you didn't care as long as you saw him again.

"Are you alright, mother? Did he harm you in any way?"

You place your hands on his cheeks, tears falling down your cheeks.

"He murdered you in front of my eyes with a poisoned apple, how are you alive and breathing, my sweet boy?"

Snow White sighs, his gaze softening before responding to your question.

"It's a long story, however, I have come to reclaim my father's throne, and take revenge for the pain he caused you, mother"

[blackpoison66]

Apple poison x Snow white

Arte: @Ochanoko

Clarification: None of these works belong to me and it is not my intention to appropriate them. I will leave the name and links of their respective authors so that they can support the original artists.

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

snow white

kinktober, day fifteen

a/n: i really wanted to play around with a fairytale this kinktober season and i came up with maybe too many ideas for a bunch of different ones, but this one just stuck with me for months, so i had to go with this one.

summary: that was often how it was with your seven miners. In certain moments, they just became something else, something entirely different and much more ethereal than seven mortal men, but instead fused together into a sea of love that they let you float in. 

warnings: snow white!reader x various, dark!prince!billy russo, miners!steve rogers, bucky barnes, thor odinson, miguel o'hara, marc spector, matt murdock, frank castle, dark content, smut, fairytale retelling, innocent!reader, references to loss of virginity, arranged engagement, assassination attempt, violence, poison apple, kidnapping, somno, polyamory, reverse harem, time jump (for domestic and slutty purposes), kissing, fingering, dirty talk, size kink, manhandling, overstimulation, oral, handjob, squirting, multiple orgasms, gangbang, penetrative sex, anal, double penetration, double penetration in one hole, unprotected sex, creampie, dark ending

word count: 6746

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Once upon a time, there lived a princess. 

You, to be exact. 

However, your day-to-day life, that wasn’t a part of you that one could define as something very regal, not lately, not since your father had died and left you in the hands of his late wife, a vain woman he had only married a short time prior to his passing. 

There wasn’t much you were allowed to do any longer as your stepmother was perhaps a bit too overprotective of you in her own cold way, even though many of the chores the sea of servants that buzzed within the castle took care of, that for some reason wasn’t off limits to you, if not encouraged by the queen. 

But it was all out of love, wasn’t it? 

“Oh, there you are!” your gaze fluttered up to find the prim and familiar figure stalking towards you in the gardens, “what in the world are you doing out by this ghastly old well?”

“Prince William,” you stiffened up slightly at his presence and swiftly did a curtsy, “w-what are you doing here?” 

“Ah, come on, Snow,” his palm brushed against the edge of the stone well, briefly cleaning it a bit before he leaned against it, “how many times do I have to tell you to call me Billy?” 

“Your Highness,” you swallowed nervously, “I’m just not sure that would be completely appropriate. You deserve to be paid with the utmost respect.” 

“Oh, I agree,” a sly smirk slithered across his chiselled features, “though, I do think my fiancé should be allowed just a little leniency.” 

“Oh,” you put on a smile for the royal, “you got engaged? Congratulations! Is it to someone I know?” 

“I’d sure hope so,” he grinned, and the next words that rolled off his tongue caused your face to drop, “it’s you.”

Blinking back at him, you couldn’t help but flinch as he stepped to get closer to you.

“…excuse me?” you breathed, your hand fluttering up to the neckline of your modest gown as you felt your heart begin to hammer in your chest.

“We’re to be married,” he caught your hand and kept on smiling, “I just sorted the last of the details out with your mother a few moments ago.” 

“Stepmother,” you corrected him hazily before uttering, “I–… how come I didn’t know about any of this? Why didn’t anyone think to ask me what I wanted?” 

Billy’s face then scrunched up at your question, as if it was the strangest of reactions to have at such news, “well you know now.” 

“That’s–,” you stared back at him, your eyes wide and horrified before you ripped your arm back out of his hold, “no.”

“What?” 

“No, I don’t wanna marry you,” the words flowed out of your lungs. 

But to your astonishment, the prince of the neighbouring kingdom then only chuckled, “what do you mean you don’t want to marry me? Of course you do, everyone does.”

“Well, I don’t.” 

Slowly, he seized your arm in a bruising grip before inching closer to you and leaning down to sternly whisper in your ear, “you better get rid of this attitude before you become my wife.”

The following week when the queen suggested that you go for a walk through the nearby woods, an activity you’d formerly thought to be banned as all your previous pleas throughout the years had failed, you nearly stumbled as you rushed to accept the opportunity. 

Where this newfound kindness had come from that you had no clue of, though you weren’t going to argue now as the chains around you slowly began to slacken. 

The queen’s protective nature for you stayed fast however when she sent a guard to accompany you, though one you’d never encountered before as you spent so much time in the castle that you knew all of the others by name. Perhaps he was just new? 

Though when you eventually came upon a clearing and you decided to take a small break in that peaceful and serene glen, it all changed so quickly that you nearly got whiplash. 

One moment, you were grinning up at the treetops, whistling back to the birds building a nest up there, and the next, the guard shadowing you had raised a dagger up high and lunged it down upon you. Thankfully, luck was for once on your side and you managed to twist just enough for it to miss your sternum and instead slice through your sleeve and cut your shoulder. 

When you tried to run, a shrill scream erupting your frame, the knight caught your arm before you could manage to escape.

Though just as all hope seemed lost, when the dappled sunlight caught and reflected in the shiny blade as he rose it back up high, it never pierced your heart as a pickaxe instead suddenly appeared from out of nowhere, flying through the air and lodging itself right above the guard’s brow. 

He stayed standing for a second, blood trickling down his face, before the warrior’s body fell backwards and collapsed on the forest floor. 

Your frame shook like a leaf on the wind as you stood there, eyes wide with horror, watching his brain leak and stain the moss below your feet. 

“Are you alright, my lady?” a deep voice called from behind you, though it still took you a moment before you were able to rip yourself out of your petrified state. 

As you slowly twisted around, you saw seven men standing at the edge of the clearing, all of them except the blonde one in the middle with a pickaxe clutched in their hands. 

“Are you hurt?” the miner missing his tool spoke again, taking a ginger step closer. 

Still reeling, unable to fathom that you nearly just lost your life, you blinked, “I–… I–…” though just continued to stand there, frozen in the middle of the storm. 

“You’re bleeding,” a dark-haired man further down the line uttered before the muddled confusion that bloomed on your horrified features caused him to gently gestured to your arm and guide your gaze down to your shoulder. 

“O-oh…” you blinked back at the gash, though still couldn’t pierce through the fog to do anything more. As your glossy eyes flickered back up to gaze at your heroes, the woods around you began to spin as you then blubbered, “you saved me… I–… I–…” before the whole forest went black and you collapsed into a pair of quick arms. 

“Wow, it’s alright,” a voice washed over you as soon as you came to, “you’re okay.”

After your eyes had found the source of the deep timbre, they then flickered around to take in the unfamiliar home you now found yourself in.

“Where am I?” you asked hesitantly as you sat up in the bed you’d been planted on. Looking around the space, it wasn’t the only one as the whole room was filled with enough sleeping arrangements for all of the strangers. 

“Don’t worry, you’re safe,” the long golden locks on the man sitting by your feet rustled slightly as he raised up both hands in a gesture of goodwill, “you’re in our home,” he informed you before his neck twisted and he shouted out the open bedroom door, “hey guys! She’s awake!”

As the rest of the men from the forest began to filter into the dormitory, your legs curled up beneath the blanket and you swiftly hugged your knees to your chest. 

“Hey, how are you feeling?” one of them asked in a careful tone. 

“I–…” you felt your heart thump in your chest as your wide eyes danced between the burly figures, “what do you–, w-why did you take me with you?” 

Taking a step forward, a dark-haired one said, “well, we couldn’t in good conscience just leave you back there and let you bleed next to your assassin,” he then tilted his head, “plus my healing supplies were all back here.” 

As you glanced down to discover your slashed sleeve cut off and missing with a bandage instead wrapped around the ghastly cut on your upper arm, you then blinked back up at the stranger and asked, “you’re a healer?”

“No, not really, I’m a miner, we all are,” he gestured to the others. 

“Yeah, we work in the mines out west on the other side of the village,” the one leaning against the doorframe shared. 

You faintly recalled the mines they spoke of, though you hadn’t been out there since you were a child, the memory however of the glimmering jewels it produced still sparkled brightly in your mind. 

“Hey, do you mind me asking,” the one standing beside the pickaxe-throwing blonde spoke, “why in the world would a royal guard want to kill you? I mean, forgive me if your looks are deceiving, but you look like just an innocent young girl.”

Averting your gaze to the quilted blanket draped over your form, you uttered, “it’s probably because my stepmother commanded him to…”

“Wow…” one of them breathed, “she has that kinda power? Then you must be, what–, some kind of lady?”

“Princess, actually,” you blinked up at them and watched as they all froze up, instantly growing so quiet that you would have been able to hear a single pin drop in the cottage, “thank you all so very much for saving me. I can’t even begin to fathom what would have happened if you hadn’t intervened.” 

“Oh, well…” the blonde one in the middle shifted slightly, visibly nervous at the discovery of who you truly were, “you’re welcome, your–, uhm, highness.”

“Please, just call me Snow. That’s what everyone does,” you waved a hand and offered him a soft smile, “what are your names?”

“Well, I’m Steve,” the one who’d thrown the pickaxe pressed his palm to his broad chest, “and that there is Bucky, Thor and Marc,” he gestured to the other miners, “and that’s Matthew, Frank and Miguel.”

“Miguel,” you spoke the name of your healer, “thank you for patching up my arm.” 

“Does it feel alright?” he glanced down at the bandage, he too clearly not having a clue how one should act around a royal, “because I could go get some herbs if you–”

“No, thank you, I think I’ll manage” you gently declined before uttering, “although, I–… what’s to happen now? I can’t just go back to the castle, I’d be dead within minutes.”

“Don’t you have anyone you trust somewhere else? Someone you could stay with?” the one named Matthew asked. 

The only person your mind managed to scrounge up was the prince you’d been unwillingly promised to, and he wasn’t just an individual you didn’t trust, but also one you feared.

“No…”

“Uh…” Marc exhaled before his glance flickered across the rest, “would you excuse us for a moment?” 

And as you offered a nod, they all filtered back out the bedroom and huddled up just outside the door, though you could still faintly catch a word or two in their discussion.

“Okay,” Steve crossed his burly arms across his chest when they all entered the room once more, “you can stay here for tonight, and then tomorrow we’ll help you come up with a plan.”

The following day, when all the miners had gone off to the mountains for the day’s work, they’d said their goodbyes before leaving you in the cottage, fully expecting you to no longer be there once they returned. 

But you didn’t leave, you couldn’t have. Where would you have run off to?

So instead, to both try and convince the entire group of you staying, yet also in a makeshift attempt at thanking them for how they’d come to your aid, you spend the day cleaning their messy abode and welcoming them home to a dining table brimming with a roasted feast, a simple comfort none of them had seen in a while. 

It had only been one of them who hadn’t instantly jumped onto the unanimous agreement to let you become a part of their household, but he swiftly received an elbow to the rib to help change his tune.

Not long passed before you soon grew close, and one night, after weeks of you experiencing a sensation you’d never even known existed, something unfamiliar that each and every one of them evoke and flooded your senses with, you finally couldn’t hold your tongue any longer as your innocence had begun to thrust you into the abyss of worry. 

You still hadn’t received a permanent sleeping arrangement even though you’d been here for a while, each one of the miners still took turns letting you borrow one of their simple beds, all of them lined up along the perimeter of the shared bedroom, and let you rest there for the night while they took the humble couch. 

So as you sat on your bed for the night and your gaze shadowed the men as finished getting ready for the night, shedding their clothing and washing up in a small basin by one of the windows, the unfamiliar feeling fluttered once more in your lower belly and drove you to part your lips and utter, “hey Miguel?” you caught the attention of the healer of the lot, “I think there might be something wrong with me…” 

Patting his damp face dry with a small rag, he brought it down upon his shoulder as he furrowed his dark brows over at you, “why would you think that?”

Sucking in a sharp breath, you met his glance, “I feel strange…”

“Strange how?” he took a seat at the foot of the mattress you were curled up on, “explain it to me.”

“Well,” you began hesitantly, “ever since I got here, since I met you all, this weird feeling keeps bubbling up inside of me, like I’m about to faint or something, like I can’t think, and all I can focus on is just this odd tingling sensation almost, like–, I don’t know how to explain it, I know it sounds weird, but I swear, something’s going on, I don’t know what, but it’s weird.”

The man’s head then promptly tilted to the side and you heard him exhale, “oh, honey…” 

Your explanation also caught the attention of the rest of the miners and even conjured a small laugh in some, though Steve swiftly stepped in and barked, “hey! Shut it!” rapidly putting a holt to Bucky and Marc’s amusement. 

Placing a palm on your blanket-covered shin, Miguel then uttered gently, “I think what you’re describing isn’t something bad.”

“Are you sure?” you sat up a bit more. 

“Positive,” he nodded, trying his best to keep a straight face unlike some of the men behind him who still struggled even after getting scalded. 

“So, I’m not sick?”

“No,” he shook his head, “you’re not.”

“Your Highness,” Frank then spoke up, “have you never–, uhm, been with someone else?” 

“What do you mean?” your brows knitted together. 

“Okay, uh…” Thor sighed softly, taking your confusion as enough of an answer, “have you ever–, let’s say, kissedsomeone before?”

“Well, yeah, I’ve been kissed before,” your thoughts drifted to Prince Billy, though none of those times had stirred any sensations of this sort, “but I’ve never felt like this, not ever,” your gaze then danced between and caught each of the stares the seven miners directed at you, “what’s going on? Why are you all looking at me like that?”

“Have you touched yourself while you feel like this?” your eyes suddenly grew at Bucky’s bold question, “does your little honeypot get all wet from this feeling?” and when you found yourself too stunned to conjure an answer, he went on, this time with a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips, “I mean, if you’d like, one of us could help you. Teach you how to make it feel better…” 

“You know how to make it better?” you blinked back at him.

“Oh yeah,” his gaze dipped a bit as his grin grew wider. 

“Do you want one of us to help you?” you then heard Steve offer. 

And as your head began to rock in a soft nod, Marc asked, “which one do you want?”

But as you stared around at all of them, you murmured, “I–… I don’t know…”

“Just pick the one that gives you the most butterflies,” Matt tried to aid your decision, “the one that makes you feel like your heart lives between your thighs.”

“…do I have to pick?” you asked quietly as you blinked around at all of them, now clustered by the small bed, “couldn’t you all just help me?”

“…you want all of us to help you?” Miguel’s head dipped slightly as he tilted forward in surprise. 

“At once?” Frank asked. 

And as you offered them a nod, they all exchanged looks, silently agreeing before Steve uttered, “alright.” 

With all of the miners surrounding the bed, they swiftly kneeled down on the floor in a half-moon around you before they began. 

Before Marc, Thor and Frank the furthest from you grabbed a hold of the blanket draped over you and began to tug it down and let it crumble below your feet, Matt and Miguel to your right gently prepared you and began to undo your confusion. 

Each of their touches were feathery in the beginning as their fingers ghosted over your frame. At first, it wasn’t even in that scandalous of places as Steve and Matt even continued to hold your hands long after the thin chemise you wore had been tugged at, the neckline pushed down to expose your boobs, heaving with every fierce breath you sucked in, and the skirts shoved up, letting the linen bunch well above your hips to uncover the place where the dizzying sensation peaked to unimaginable heights. 

When the first touch fluttered between your legs, your eyes swiftly flickered up to find Bucky and Steve’s directly to your left as the pleasure was one you’d never even thought possible. 

You rapidly melted into the bliss as lingering embarrassment faded away and you soon let them crack you open even further, folding up your legs to grant them all better access to your haven. 

Even before your eyes fluttered closed, the job of deciphering which hand belonged to who was an impossible task. Floating in the sea of touches, not a millimetre of your skin was left unexplored, and neither were your untouched holes as they all turned you so molten that at one point everyone had at least one finger warm within you at once. 

Four digits stretched out your lips and both gave your mouth something to drool around and also let your moans melt against their flesh. Three of them slipped in and worked in tandem to stretch out your virgin cunt. They’d even gotten you so relaxed that two managed to sneak a finger inside of your tight little ass, plugging you up completely.

And when the still unfamiliar high began to bubble within you and creep near, worry first began to billow out of you once more, though after some soothing sentences and an ask of trust, they carried you through the overwhelming ecstasy till you were trembling in their hands and begging them to grant you that gift one more time, like an addict, already craving that sweetness once again.  

ONE YEAR LATER

“Ah-ha-ha!” Thor’s jovial rumble was the first sign you got that any of the fellows had returned after a day at the mines, “come here, princess!” 

As he entered the cottage, arms spread out wide, he excitedly caught you in a hug and lifted you up as he swung you around till you became no more than an ethereal giggle in his hold. 

“Oh, no,” you complained light-heartedly through your laugh as his stale smell of sweat mixed with soot flooded your senses, “you’re so dirty!” you tried to glance down at your dress to see if any of the grime from the mine had transferred.

Letting out a chuckle as he only tightened his hold around your frame, “you love it,” he tilted his head out of the crook of your neck and planted a kiss to your lips. 

“You’re not–,” you continued your giggle even as his own mouth tried to smother the sound, “Thor, you need to bathe first.” 

“Oh, really?” he cocked his head and slyly narrowed his eyes, “you sure you don’t wanna repeat the welcome home you gave me yesterday where you couldn’t wait? I mean, I could barely get in the door before you had your lips on me, struggling to fit my balls inside that little mouth of yours?” 

His lips first pressed against your now hot cheek before they wandered across in a straight line down to your own, not simmering down his eagerness even as the rest of his fellow miners began to filter into the cabin. 

“Oh, so that’s why you ran ahead,” Marc’s sigh caused you to break the peck, “of course.” 

Still entangled in Thor’s strong arms, you glanced over at the familiar men who crossed the threshold and slowly began to set down their tools and peel off their muddy boots.  

“Heya, boys,” a warm bubble burst within you as you flashed them all a smile. Attempting to slip out of the burly hug, Thor still kept his palm interlocked in your own as you made your way around through the crowd and began to greet the others, “how was the mine today?”

“It was fine,” Frank muttered in your ear when you hugged him. 

And as your free arm lastly found Steve’s broad shoulder in an embrace, his low voice tickled the side of your neck as he exhaled, “hi Snow.”  

“Hi,” you pressed a soft kiss to his bearded cheek. 

As you retracted and let Thor pull you back against his warmth, Miguel asked, “so, what’s for dinner tonight?” as Thor leaned back against the sturdy dining table and dragged you with him, half planting you in his lap as he leaned you back against him. 

Though as the softness of your bottom came to rest against the miner’s pelvis, a palpable hardness distracted you even through the layers of your dress, “uhm, I’ve got a lentil stew going over the fire,” your breathing began to grow unsteady as he discreetly grinded you down against his desperation, “it should be done soon.” 

“Good,” Miguel smiled, haven not yet noticed the nefarious activities that had begun right under his own nose, “I’m starving.” 

“What else have you gotten up to today?” Matt asked as he sat down on the bench where Marc had already planted himself, “did you begin that book we were talking about?” 

“I–, uh, I started it, but I didn’t get that far,” your words became a struggle to form as you tried to fight through the fog Thor thrust you into, “ended up taking a nap instead.”

“Well, that’s good,” Bucky noted, “you were tossing and turning so much last–,” though his sentence then promptly crumbled as a soft whimper finally slipped out past your lips and drew his attention to the way Thor’s hands on your hips subtly rocked you down against him, “seriously?” he swiftly scalded him, “you couldn’t keep it in your pants for even two seconds?” 

“Right,” Thor scoffed, “like I'm the only one who’s desperate,” he then buried his grasp in your skirts and before you had the chance to protest, picked it up to prove his point. 

It was frankly a bit embarrassing how wet you already were, though when Thor grabbed ahold of your thighs and lifted you up, your back plastered against his chest as his hold on you spread you wide for all to see, your cunt couldn’t help but drool for them so fiercely that even the one furthest away from you could catch a glimpse of the glimmer glinting back at him in a lewd plea.  

“Hm…” Bucky hummed warmly as he kneeled down before you, though only let his palm come up to ghost against your inner thigh and didn’t grant you the sweet relief of petting your pussy as she cried out for his touch, “your Highness, are you sure it wasn’t something else you were doing all day while we were off at work?” 

“I–,” an airy chuckle innocently escaped your lungs, “what are you implying?” 

“Well, either you were too impatient to wait for us,” you sucked in a breath as his hand finally drifted up to offer your core the softest of pets, teasing you further into madness, “or just the mere sound of the front door opening got you dripping the way that you are right now…” 

“So, which is it, princess?” Frank smirked, arms crossed as he leaned back against the wall beside the fireplace, “are you a whore or is it just for us?” 

“You already know the answer to that…” you hazily smiled, though swiftly let out a whimper as Bucky removed his hand, denying you of any further pleasure. However, before you could part your lips in a complaint, Thor set you back down on your now wobbly feet. 

Your gaze found Steve’s as he took a seat beside Marc, unlike the rest of the men who began to swarm around you, their broad hands swiftly reaching for your dress. It nearly didn’t even get the chance to drop back down and cover you from how Thor had torn it up, before they nearly ripped it to shreds. 

And when no fabric was left to conceal your frame, your moment with your feet on the ground turned out to be more fleeting than you’d thought as both Frank and Miguel then shifted to stand behind you and their grasps found your form, first guiding your arms around their necks for support before they plucked you up. 

As Matt stepped up and seized your flaming cheeks to dip his lips down to yours, a whisper then washed over you as the sweet kiss ended, “can I have a taste?” and as your head began to nod, your nose momentarily nuzzled against his own before his knees buckled. 

Both Thor and Bucky enveloped a hand around your ankles, keeping you spread wide even as Matthew dropped down and made you squirm as his hot breath fanned across your glistening core. 

As your lips parted in a gasp, staring down at Matt as he dipped down to kiss your puffy pearl, in your periphery you just managed to spot how everyone’s free hand had found the tent in their pants, squeezing it for an ounce of relief as they watched you intently. 

When Matt’s tongue lapped through your petals, it wasn’t till he tilted his chin and sucked your clit into his mouth that your gaze fluttered up to find Marc’s across the room. 

“O-oh, fuck,” you moaned into the cottage, “I need–, I–, I need more–,” the plea left your lips as you tried to keep your stare lock. Though the love pecks felt incredible, it was bordering the line of crude torture, only tickling at your senses and not granting you the sweet relief the deepest depths of you yearned for so fiercely. 

It seemed like an eternity that Marc took to get up from his seat and actually cross the small room, though when he did, his palm briefly patted Matthew’s shoulder and caused the kisses to cease. 

“How much more, princess?” Marc asked as Matt got up and let him switch places. 

Though when your answer came in the form of your gaze dropping to his hard length, freed and heavy in his tight fist, one of the men holding you up murmured in your ear, “you want him to fuck you, huh? Is that what you want?” Frank’s deep timbre seeped directly into your bones as his lips dipped down to nip at your neck. 

“Uh-huh,” you nodded hazily, keeping your eyes glued as Marc stepped up and briefly swept the bulbous head of his cock through your folds. 

For a second, you thought it had been Marc himself who had slowly thrust his entirety inside of you, though in actuality when Miguel and Frank’s hold on you tightened, they’d been the ones to tilt your body just as the girth caught your entrance, and lower you down on it in one fell motion. 

“There you go, Snow,” Bucky breathed as your eyes fluttered at the stretch. Halting his palming of himself, Bucky’s hand soothingly swept up the length of you till it found your tit and cupped it gently, his calloused thumb stretching up to flick against your pebbly nipple and get your eyes to blink back open. 

Marc’s efforts were purposely slow and he gently began to warm you up for what you expected was in store. Though on one of his long and deep strokes, plunging all the way inside of your little pussy before yanking himself out completely, you only blinked and when your eyes fluttered back open, it wasn’t Marc’s cock that was buried deep within you, but instead the last man to join the fray. 

“S-Steve, o-oh!” your head tilted back slightly as his fat girth split you open. 

“Oh, how do you always feel better than I recall?” Steve groaned, the tip of him already bumping against your cervix. 

“It’s that fucking princess pussy,” Thor grunted, “I swear it’s like magic or something.” 

“No matter how many of us try and fit inside of you at once, we just can’t ruin you,” Miguel kissed your cheek, “you just snap right back and we have to stretch you all the way back out again.” 

Steve, Marc and Matt before you then took turns, fucking you slowly and building a rhythm till they became like a river, each of them only sinking in and letting their balls tap against your slick skin before they pulled back out and let the other one take a dive. As the silky pattern pushed you closer to the peak and made you dazed out of your mind, you stopped being able to tell who was fucking you when, as they all just flowed together and worked your body as one soul being. That was often how it was with your seven miners. In certain moments, they just became something else, something entirely different and much more ethereal than seven mortal men, but instead fused together into a sea of love that they let you float in. 

Once your first of many orgasms washed over you and rocked through your soul, your body was set back down, though only for a mere moment before Bucky picked you up into his arms and carried you with him as he lowered himself onto one of the long benches that stretched out on either side of the dining table. 

As he settled you atop of him and slipped inside your still throbbing cunt, your head tilted up in the direction of the men whose hard lengths were still glistening with your juices and your hands fluttered up to motion for them, grabbing for their girths, way before your fingers could reach them, though when they did, Steve didn’t let your touch linger on himself but instead plucked up your face and parted your lips with his cock, letting your hands take care of Matt and Marc on either side of him while he gently fucked your mouth. 

“Oh, shit,” Frank then appeared before you, wedging himself in beside Steve’s bulky form, “share some of that sugar,” his palm found your cheek and stroked it softly. As your lips left Steve with an audible pop, Frank’s fingers drifted up to bury themselves in your locks before he guided you to him and groaned as he finally felt you swallow his cock, “yes…”

However, what you didn’t expect was how Steve’s hand too fluttered up to tangle itself in the other side of your hair before they both took over your head’s movements, passing you back and forth between the both of them, though only granting themselves one long bob at a time.  

When a pair of fingers softly swept over the last of your holes, your eyebrows knit together at the familiar teasing. 

“What do you say, Snow?” you heard Thor utter from behind you as he brought his palm down to smack the curve of your ass, watching intently as Miguel’s fingertips rub against you, only shyly dipping inside the hole just above where Bucky split you open, “exactly how much more are you in the mood for today?”

And when you took your chance to catch your breath, you shot back your needy answer through your heaving intakes of air, “all of it.” 

It wasn’t till Miguel let out a gravelly groan that you knew which one had gotten the chance to claim your ass first. When a dollop of his spit landed upon your skin, his thumb wasted no time to soar up and rub it in, swiping over your little rosebud as it stretched to take his girth. 

The task of keeping up your attention to the four miners at your head became an impossible task as they gave your mouth a break for your breathless moans to flow freely and they instead came to your aid and helped guide your hands around to grant them all a bit of affection. 

With both of your holes snuggly filled up, you felt yourself near the edge once more, though it was Thor who pushed you over it as his hand coiled around your waist and snaked down to find your swollen clit in a lavish pattern. 

Though when you buried your face in the crook of Bucky’s neck and trembled between his and Miguel’s burly forms, Thor’s touch dissipated and though you half expected him to join the rest up top, it still didn’t manage to surprise you what he opted for instead. 

“Holy shit!” you shakily gasped, your palm nearly slapping Bucky in the chest as you felt Thor angle himself behind you and press his cock in beside Miguel’s, who’s dick was already more than enough for you to handle on its own. 

“Shh,” Bucky tilted your chin down for you to catch his eye, “don’t act like this is your first time, princess,” he kept his own pace selfish as the silky wall parting him from the rest grew thinner than ever, “you can take it,” his palm tapped your cheek lightly as he smiled at how you overcame the staggering sensation, “just as you always do.” 

And take it you did, soon gushing all over them as the three miners emptied themselves into your holes, pumping you full and leaving you a leaky mess for the remainder to enjoy while they all found a seat to relax in and watch you descend further into madness. 

It was Frank who then flipped your molten form around, planting himself on the very same bench, and twisted you around for your back to be melting down against his front. He slipped in effortlessly as the two loads that dripped out of your ass aided his fat girth as he buried himself completely, fucking the other miner’s cum that much deeper inside your utterly wrecked hole. 

“How’s she doing, huh?” Steve asked as he and Matthew stepped up between your parted legs, his fingers coasting down to spread open and inspect your pussy as it too leaked, “you think she can take a bit more? You think she can take on the two of us?” he briefly pumped two of his fingers into your quivering hole as he awaited your answer. 

“I–, you can try,” you panted, hazily blinking down at how Matt’s digits too came down between your thighs and began to draw rude patterns over your puffy pearl, “I don’t know if I can do it, but you can try.”

“Atta girl,” Matt flashed you a smile before each of their touches was traded out for something much more overwhelming. 

With Marc as the last one remaining above your head, he stayed patient and simply stood there, stroking your hair and even dipping down to press his lips to your cheek as your poor pussy struggled to take the two cocks your loves attempted to ease in there. Though, when your eyes widened at the eventual success, the man behind you only let you stare at the severe stretch a moment before he tilted your head back, supporting it with both of his hands as you caught on and parted your lips for him. 

As he fucked your face, one of his hands briefly swept down to your throat as he fed you more of his length and spotted how a dull bulge of him appeared each time you gagged around his girth. 

You felt as if you’d slipped into a trance by the time everyone had gotten the chance to cum inside your sweetness, yourself falling apart around them enough times that you lost count. Though even so, as you layed there, various burly men enveloping your half-continuous form in their warmth, your eyes blinked open and spotted the few who’d gotten the privilege to go first and how they’d at some time grown hard once again and were now pumping their cocks in their fists, with all of their greedy gazes glued on you.  

The seven miners always warned you to be careful while they were off at work and you were all alone in the secluded cottage. Even though it was located in the middle of the woods, they still advised you not to open the door for anyone, not even if their looks deceived you. 

You should have heeded those warnings the day when an old hag knocked at the cabin door, because she didn’t turn out to be just a sweet old lady as you had thought when you first spotted her through the window, dark cloak drawn up over her grey hair as she clutched onto a heavy basket of apples in one arm and thumped her free fist against the front door. 

All she’d asked for had been a sip of water, one your kindness couldn’t deny her of. 

Though your gravest mistake came when you accepted her seemingly kind offer of gratitude in the form of one of her apples, because when you sank your teeth into the crisp red fruit, the produce suddenly turned rotten in your grasp, granting you a brief glance of the truth, of the potent poison it withheld, before the effects took ahold and cast you into an eternal slumber. 

The enchanted sleep however wasn’t like the one you’d heard tales about as it in truth only shut down your body as the rest of your senses still stayed awake, alert and aware as ever to the things around you, though forever helpless to whatever could occur. 

When your dear miners returned that day, the sight that found them utterly broke them all. 

And when they discovered that you’d received a fate worse than death, a few of them had to lean on superstition in order to cope. 

Though superstition was what superstition often is, just a fairytale. 

No matter how many of them attempted to press their lips to yours, you stayed asleep as true love’s kiss turned out to be no more than a bedtime story. 

That’s how you ended up in a blossoming glen, not far from the cottage that had grown to become your home, encased in a glass coffin. 

But that’s also how he found you again…

Prince Billy had been on a hunting trip the day he stumbled over the clearing you rested in, his deepest desires he’d assumed forever lost, so perfectly on display for him in the middle of the woods and with no one to stop him from taking you with him back to his castle. You had been his fiancé after all, so if your fate as his wife included you being a little less of an active participant than you’d been previously, then so be it. He could be content with you as nothing but a living doll… in fact, perhaps the royal even preferred it… 

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-ˏ` ✎﹏ The Egyptians built one of the seven wonders of the world, the Greeks discovered philosophy, but make-up was invented by a desperate angel during the construction of the Tower of Babel, when people spoke the same language and wanted to settle in a city after the great flood. That angel was you. And you really needed the make-up when the first bite happened.

➴ genre: fluff, polyamory, falling in love

: ̗̀➛ warnings: references to christian religion & lore, fashion and make-up lore, love bites/hickeys, mentions of snake poison, corruption i think

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⁀➷ special thanks to @honeytwo for helping me translate this into english, correcting my grammar and other mistakes. thank you for everything! °♡̷•.

⁀➷ a/n: Hi, dears! I am happy that I took the time to publish this story here after Ao3. I wrote it in January when I watched Good Omens and was looking for comfort after bawling my eyes out. Alright, that's all I wanted to say. Go and enjoy your unique history with the ineffable husbands! <3

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A FAIRLY LONG TIME AGO

As much as possible, you wanted to blend in with the people. You were too attracted by their nature to spend the rest of your time until Armageddon up there, among snow-white washed columns, in empty halls where nothing really interesting happens. You can deliver the reports even if you’re living on Earth and watching the humans work, you reassured yourself.

You've enjoyed watching the mortals ant-like, feverishly at work, creating wonders like the Tower of Babel.

“Upon my word, what a masterly job,” said Aziraphale, when the tower was already very high.

Aziraphale agreed with you about your intentions on earth, and you used to talk about the exciting things people can do and how exciting it will be to learn about their work and future generations.

When you were particularly engrossed in reciting your predictions, and explaining them to each other with sparkling eyes, Crowley would just roll his eyes and do it with relish, as if it was his natural reaction to your enthusiasm. He decided he'd rather be with the two of you instead of in the company of damned souls and stake-ridden demons when there was no one to tempt and lead into sin. It wasn't boring at all, especially with the fairs they held back then, the intoxicating people, the musical instruments, the delicious food. 

His favorite events were the celebrations. When the men working on the tower would take a break from work and gather in town to drink and sing. They fanned his fire, his desire to do something underhanded. Not evil, just something genuinely bad. Like what he did to the apples and Eve at the tree.

He thought deeply about the ways in which he could make others sin. That's when he heard you laugh. You were amazed at what Aziraphale had said. You sipped flushedly into your alcohol jar. You weren't wearing your halo or spreading your wings, but you looked just like an angel. Beautiful, ethereal, uncorrupted, even when you were indulging in human pleasures and getting drunk at an easy pace.

Bingo.

Crowley smiled, his eyes gleaming under his black sunglasses. He headed towards you.

“Did you try everything?” he asked.

“The dates are heavenly ,” Aziraphale agreed, putting another piece in his mouth. “You must try one, Crowley.”

“I will,” the demon promised. “Later. But first, I'm going to taste something that's inviting to my imagination…”

His fingers brushed over your shoulder. His fingertips touched your sensitive skin, then...

“Ow !" you squeaked in surprise as he sank his canines into the exposed skin of your neck. 

When an angel wants to fit in with humans, she can't walk around with a snake-bitten neck like she's fine. So you tried to use a miracle to make it disappear, but as it turns out, miracles don't work on demonic bites, which is kind of unfair, but part of the Incomprehensible Plan, so you had to resort to some other method, without blaming the Almighty for creating the demon bite the way it is.

You used paint to cover it up. It was the first make-up experiment in history. Cleopatra will use your method in dark red, but it will be a long time before then, your injury will heal and heal many times over.

In any case, Crowley grinned as he watched you walk around for weeks, neck covered in paint. He was very pleased with himself, and you often caught him looking at you with his yellow snake eyes, grinning like he was planning to do it again.

When God confused the tongues of men, you were grateful to Him. 

Now, you could send the demon to Hell in countless languages.

IN THE 16TH CENTURY

Garbo.

Garbos everywhere.

Lace, frills, colours, fancy fabrics. You were very fond of the English Renaissance under Queen Elizabeth I. Mainly because of the full turtlenecks, which usually covered your neck magnificently. You could even forgive the low-cut dresses and corsets - although when silk scarves came along, looking back, the wide turtlenecks you once wore would have looked like clown costumes.

It was further satisfying to know that Crowley hated rules by default, let alone about fashion. He really despised the Sumptuary Laws, and cursed that he hadn't invented them, because they were truly demonic. In contrast, Aziraphale, who always put a lot of effort into his appearance, was fine with the expected attire, and always looked elegant with a pleasant smile. 

Sometimes, though, his smile faltered when his turtleneck grazed the bite marks on his neck. You stroked his upper arm sympathetically at such times, and yet: neither of you told Crowley to stop what he was doing on your necks.

You had no problem with early medieval times. The tight, plain dresses were simple and, importantly, the neck was not visible, only the back of the hands and the face, and after marriage, the hair - not that you married, it was just the fashion among married women. On the other hand, the pale ideal of the early Middle Ages, when women had blood drained to make them white as doves, was disappointing. Then came arsenical powders, the cause of many women's deaths. At the time, you were ashamed of inventing make-up, and so women wanted to tamper with their natural beauty with all sorts of talc fads. You have to suffer to be beautiful, they said, and they didn't realize that there was no need for any suffering because they were beautiful from creation.

Your determination was only further strengthened when it was discovered that Elizabeth I died of blood poisoning from using white lead on her face. And you thought the sixteenth century would bring radical changes…

Actually, there has been a radical change, but not in make-up.

Crowley invented the suction mark, which didn't swell up like a snake venom-infused wound and came in a variety of colours depending on how much time Crowley put into creating them. They made him feel like an artist, so he liked to tinker with them. He'd been paying devoted attention to your necks for a very long time, so you're actually used to it, it's become a tradition. 

In fact, you both kind of loved it.

IN THE 19TH CENTURY

The rice powder is made from natural ingredients. We're finally back here, you peacefully acknowledged at every social gathering. Usually you only powdered the back of your neck, but richly. The fashions of the 1800s called for ruffles, corsets, a relatively modest neckline, no turtlenecks or neck-covering. But a thorough, ornate make-up look was something every self-respecting woman had to create, and because you only covered your neck, you were often the victim of gossip.

When Aziraphale opened his bookshop and held a small gathering to celebrate with champagne, snacks and a ball, the ladies whispered a great deal about you, hiding behind their fans. They sized up your clothes, your make-up, yourself. They guessed how much of a goer you must be. It made them angry that even though you don't wear normal makeup, men still seek your company because you're witty and good, not jealous like them.

Crowley was annoyed by the women who belittled you, the men who complimented you, the fact that you had been hiding the fact that you were his for centuries. Just like Aziraphale, only he didn't seem as desperate as you to cover his marks. Although his top hat usually shaded them well, where it was appropriate to remove the headgear, nothing covered them.

Aziraphale looked at Crowley more and more often as if he knew perfectly well what the marks meant, just as he knew that Crowley was a cruel, unrelenting demon and would not say it.

When Crowley asked you to stop covering your neck, he was actually saying it. With his eyes shining mysteriously in the moonlight through the window, when Crowley took off his glasses and all the guests had gone, leaving only the three of you and the empty glasses and the crumbs. 

Tenderness and love. This is what his words would have tasted like if you had eaten them.

It was the same way Aziraphale looked at you when you caught him gazing at you, silent and dreamy, or when you simply spoke to him enthusiastically about something that interested and excited you as people once did when the Tower of Babel was raised, and he listened patiently, as if he had nothing better to do.

When you said all right to Crowley with a smile, that meant you loved him, too. 

Them, too.

NOWADAYS

“Um, are you–” Gabriel furrows his eyebrows and tries to decipher you with a polite smile. “What is this?”

You're wearing the purest white, as befits a visit to Heaven. Obviously Gabriel would not object to that. He wears mostly white, with a faint hint of blue. What he can't make out is the fluffy white scarf wrapped tightly around your neck, right up to your nose. You stand before him like a polar bear with a neck brace. Or an almost completely covered, ethereal mummy. 

Or maybe a spool of toilet paper. 

You pull the material slightly in front of your mouth to answer. 

“I'm cold,” you report with a blush.

“It must be exciting.” Gabriel admits that you've probably spent too much time on Earth, among humans, and its somewhat dulled your angelic senses. He clears his throat. “Well, we can get down to business then, let's not waste each other's precious time.”

You nod. He is absolutely right.

In the empty, snow-white-plastered heavenly hall, a table, a folder and a pen with wings - not a bijou, strictly used for official signatures - appear. Sighing, you take a comfortable seat, and as you take the pen, you give thanks that now women can wear comfortable and practical pants too. 

And, you add with even deeper satisfaction, great scarves.

...

Ignoring the closed sign, you rip open the door and burst into the bookshop.

“Sorry, but we’re closed– Oh, it's you.” Aziraphale smiles a greeting, then notices the upset on your face. “What happened, darling?”

“It was embarrassing to show myself like this in front of Gabriel,” you reply as you begin to unravel the fuzzy covering around your neck.

Aziraphale pats your upper arm piteously, presses a kiss to your temple and promises to bring you a mug of hot chocolate to help you relax.

Long time ago you promised Crowley you wouldn't cover his marks, but when you meet your angelic bosses, it's a different story. If they find out what's between you and him, they'll make hell in heaven. That doesn't impress Crowley, especially not today. Before you left, he had so covered your neck with his special love marks that a simple scarf wouldn't have been enough to cover it. Especially since he's recently returned to biting.

You'll find him on the sofa at the back of the shop. He's got a real proud smile that makes you want to throw a scarf at him. You throw the scarf at him. He catches it easily.

"You little..." you grit your teeth.

“Idiot? Shit? Asshole? The lowest of demons? Bitter of your eternal life?” He's playing with the scarf. He doesn't look up, doesn't admire the colorful patchwork he's created on your neck. Even better. If he would do it, throwing a scarf at him would not be enough.

"Lovely sweet creature," you say in a voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Bleh.” Crowley scowls. “That's a thousand times worse than you swearing.”

“I know. That's why I do it.” You sit down in the armchair furthest away from him and continue to stare at him harshly.

He sighs.

“My love, you're too beautiful with my marks on your neck. I cannot help it. And every man should know those are mine. Even the angels up there.”

Except Aziraphale. He already knows full well that if the blobs on your skin were to be exhibited as paintings, the artist's name would clearly be Crowley.

And you know what these marks are called these days, and that makes you happy. You ask, a little more lightly, if he knows. Crowley shakes his head.

“Love bites,” you tell him.

“It's only natural that they call it that. I invented it, and for thousands of years you and Aziraphale have been the only ones to get it. What else could it be?” Crowley gets up, comes over to you and squats down in front of you, taking your hand in his. He’s not wearing his sunglasses. His eyes are vivid, the sky glowing yellow behind the black sliver of the moon. "It's not something I give as punishment or temptation. It is exactly what it is called. Humans are smart enough to give it such a good name.”

“Well, well, you're praising the humans.” Aziraphale arrives balancing a tray on the low coffee table next to his open book and a stack of newspapers.

“Have you heard what my creations are called?”

“I don’t think so.”

The demon tells him. The angel blushes and starts passing out mugs. Crowley admires him, then turns to you.

“Will you sit with me?”

Luckily for him, you're not overly resentful. You nod, and you’d be lying if you said you weren't warmed by the sight of his smile and his hand reaching out for yours. You end up on the soft couch, his arm around your shoulders, your hot chocolate in your hand.

And love bites on your neck.

[littlenahsstuff]

Hi! I saw you were asking for requests and stuff. I was wondering if you could do a Red or Chloe x fem reader? Where the reader is having nightmares and is scared to go to sleep and so she’s really tired all the time and has lost a lot of energy, and Red is really worried about her and confront her about it. So like a hurt/comfort.

YES, and here you go!!! Sry this took so long but I had to rewrite part of it because I didn’t like it as much. I hope it’s alright I did both because I had such a hard time picking!

Sweet Nightmares

Chloe Charming x Red x Snow White’s Daughter! Reader

Warnings: Angst, eating issues, Apple Allergy, I don’t know a lot about allergies but I do know this might be semi-unrealistic. I’ll just say it’s a side effect from the curse that was passed down. Nightmares. Not Proofread!

Word count: 2.4 k

Ever since you can remember your mother has had her food tested for poison. You were never allowed to receive food as gifts, go to restaurants, or to eat at another’s house. In addition to these rules you couldn’t have apples. The rules annoyed you at times. You understand where she was coming from of course, but just once did you want to be able to go out with some friends and have something.

When you were at the age of 16, your mother let you finally hang out with your friends alone. It was at Auradon’s annual fall fair. She let you go out on the same condition you did not eat any food there.

Normally you were so good. You would have followed that rule if it weren’t for all of the exotic foods there. It was harmless really. The food your mother had the royal chefs prepare were always healthy. Too healthy. She was obsessed with the title of ‘fairest’ in the land. It mirrored that of the Evil Queen. You wouldn’t dare tell her that though.

You were able to stay away from all of the food for the most part, the cotton candy would be too much sugar and you knew you’d get sick but the fried foods were too greasy. And then you saw it, a caramel apple. It was truly a two in one package deal. You would finally get to taste the literal forbidden fruit with a sweet twist.

All it took was one, “you should get it,” from your childhood best friend Chloe Charming. You didn’t tell her about the Apple rule and you hadn’t really hung out much outside your castles.

You felt a rush as you bit into it. It was gooey, then crunchy and the flavors exploded fantastically on your toung. The tang left a little tingle and your breath was taken away. Literally. You could feel your airways start to tighten and you spit out what was left on the ground. You fell not soon after. It traumatized both you and Chloe. She had to scream for help.

Turns out the that since you’ve never had apples, you didn’t know you were allergic to them. But all you could think of in that moment was that you were poisoned.

***

Fast forward a couple of years and a lot has changed. Chloe became Red’s girlfriend and then they became yours. You were allowed to branch out, so long as it came from a credible source, now that you weren’t living from home. You still steered clear from apples, however. Everything was going great. Sure you had a stressful work load. You were the heir and only heir to the White throne and you needed to be as good as you could be.

“Y/n?” You were lost in thought so you didn’t hear Red calling your name. “Y/n?” She called out louder and it broke you from your reverie.

“Oh,” you turned from your homework to her,” sorry my love. What’s up?” She flustered a little at the name. She liked to pretend it didn’t affect her still. It was a newer relationship but the ‘I love yous’ came pretty quickly.

“It’s okay, I picked up those granola bars that I saw you love. It’s the ones with the funny sun drawn on the front yeah? Here have one.” You nod enthusiastically and take it. They were your favorite new snack.

“Oh thank you so much!” You smile, absentmindedly taking it out the wrapper. You take a bite and start chewing.

“Yeah these are a new kind. I thought you would like them,” she says and you’re now realizing why they taste different. Something is off about it though, and as if to spell it out for you Red says, “they’re Apple cinnamon flavored.” You spit it out immediately as you feel the looming tingling sensation start to take over your tongue. She looks confused and concerned at your face.

“I— front pocket—,” your throat starts closing up a little and tears start falling, “purse—- epipen!” You choke out. She immediately realizes what that means and goes and grabs it. Red is trying to stay calm but she’s kicking herself at how she could have missed this. She is very on top of things when it comes to her girlfriends so she’s trying to figure out how this slipped through the cracks.

“Baby it’ll be okay.” She hands you the pen. You immediately take out the needle and jab it in your leg. You struggle but manage to get a good inhale finally and start to level out. Red looks like a fragile puppy but immediately grabs the rest of the bars and throws that in addition to any of the already eaten bar in the garbage. She does so with a lot of anger.

She turns to you heartbroken, “baby I am so sorry I did not mean to! I didn’t, I swear I- if I forgot I’m so sorry!” Shes crying now and you feel so bad for her. You realize now that you never actually told her. You never brought it up with Chloe because you didn’t have to.

Speak of the devil she comes in right then.

“Hey girllls- are you guys okay?” She questions puzzled.

“Yes!” You start to answer before Red can, “it’s okay I promise it was my fault I didn’t tell you in the first place! You didn’t know it’s not your fault.” You reassure, grabbing her hands.

“Oh…” Chloe sees the used pen on the floor.

“I-I’m so-“

You cut Red off, “I know it’s fine I promise, I’m okay.” You give her a hug and Chloe joins in.

“It’s okay Red. I technically am the reason she found out she was allergic,” Chloe says awkwardly laughing.

“Again that was my fault too,” you groan. You just need to be more careful. “Let’s just move on, please. Chloe how was your practice?”

***

You thought everything was fine, you didn’t go to sleep until you knew Red had stopped blaming herself. Unfortunately for you, your subconscious couldn’t fully move on.

You were in a small cottage in, what seemed to be the middle of the woods. It was neat and tidy and then you heard a knocking on the door. It was some nice older woman with a basket of apples, you could swear you recognized her but you didn’t know from where. She offered you an Apple in exchange for some bread. Something was telling you not to eat it.

But you did and then all you heard was terrifying echoing cackles as you fell down. Your body lay there, eyes almost falling to sleep as everything grew dark.

In the shadows a twisted version of the woman loomed over you with the widest smile you’ve ever seen, it was as if she had extra teeth. Her eyes were hollow and bubbled with black tears that burned as they fell onto your skin. You felt like you were drowning as you spluttered. The tears came out of your mouth too, burning your throat. You wanted to scratch at your throat but couldn’t move. The tiredness creeped up until you couldn’t stay awake anymore. As soon as your eyes closed in the dream you shot awake.

You were panting and sweating but remembered where you were and tried to stay quiet. You didn’t like how the darkness in the room mirrored your nightmare but chose to stay awake regardless. You couldn’t get the image of the old woman’s face out of your mind.

***

Those nightmares had been reoccurring for over a week now and you were feeling the effects of the lack of sleep it cost you. Every morning you had to down two coffees just to manage to stay awake through your classes. You were the class president, elected due to your commitment for planning, fundraising, and motivation. It was a motivation that you now clearly lacked. Your grades suffered. You couldn’t get anything done anymore.

Your girlfriends noticed it got really bad when you started falling asleep when you all had an indoor date night. The movie was pretty loud too so when you started slightly snoring into Chloe’s shoulder, they were confused. When you couldn’t be woken up they let you stay asleep until they made you move to your bed.

The nightmares still came that night.

The very next morning they decided to talk to you.

“Good morning Princess,” Chloe said when you sat up before resuming tying her other boot.

“Morning,” you grumbled.

“Morning,” Red copied.

Chloe sat up straight after she finished and she patted next to her for Red to sit down. That way they both faced you. You rubbed your eyes and yawned.

“Glad you got a little sleep,” Red says. She sounded more concerned than usual.

“Enough,” you yawned once more. Chloe and her shared a look.

“Are you sure about that? You seem really tired recently. You fell asleep during an action film last night.” Chloe notes. You tensed a little, you couldn’t tell them because then you’d have to admit that last weeks ordeal actually did some last harm and you really didn’t want Red to feel bad again. You had something similar the first time the reaction happened to you but you could hide the nightmares from Chloe easily back then.

“Yeah it’s just- well I’ve been really feeling school kick my ass but that’s it. I’m sure it will thin out the rest of this week,” you lie. They don’t look like they fully believe it but trust you for now.

***

They start to lose that trust when you pass out while getting ready to go to a ball.

You were helping dry Reds hair in your cramped bathroom while Chloe styled hers at the vanity. It was really heating up on there and you were so hungry. You weren’t eating a lot recently either. The fear of having your food be poisoned or contaminated overtook your mind whenever you thought about eating, so you were avoiding it. You had gotten a couple dizzy spells but the heat was not helping you right now. You knew you were gone as soon as the dryer slipped from your hand and fell to the floor with you.

“Y/n!” Both Red and Chloe screeched. Red unplugged the dryer to turn it off immediately lifted your feet up, but did so carefully just in case you got concussed. You weren’t thankfully.

“What happen,” you say waking up.

“We should be asking you that, you just fell all of a sudden!” Red screeched and making you wince.

Chloe sighs, “We know you haven’t been eating or sleeping, you are really worrying us. Please tell us what’s happening to you. We really want to help.”

You start tearing up. You know you can’t hide it anymore.

“I know, I’m sorry. It’s just- I’ve been getting horrible nightmares and I’m scared all the time now.” You concede and close your eyes.

They both put a hand on your arms.

“That must be scary, is it about anything in particular? Maybe there’s something causing them we can prevent?” Chloe offers. Both of them look at you so lovingly and you’re tired of hiding throngs from them.

“I- just there’s this old woman. I’m in this random cottage and this old woman knocks on my door. She needs something and trades an apple for it-“

“But you’re-“ Red is smacked my Chloe lightly.

“I know… but for some reason in my dream I don’t. And then I always take a bite from it. I start failing and she morphs into this monster and all I can see is darkness and her horrific face and her laugh isn’t human and I just- it’s terrifying. I can’t stop it but the second my eyes close I wake up!” You explain through sobs. You cover your face in embarrassment. Two hands come and pull your arms down. Chloe and Red stare back at you with sad faces and Chloe is tearing up too.

“Oh, babe. That sounds-“

“Awful.” Red finishes for Chloe. They both hug you tightly as you sob. They let you cry it out for as long as you need.

You pull away eventually and look down.

“It’s why I’m too afraid to sleep or eat. I can’t help it. I know it’s irrational, but ever since…” you close your mouth suddenly. However, they’re both pretty smart and can put two and two together.

“Since you had that allergic reaction. Is that why you didn’t tell us?” Red asks, caressing your hand. You nod.

“I didn’t want you to feel like it’s your fault. I got them before too, the first time it happened. Please don’t feel bad. My mind is just stupid sometimes,” you argue. They glance at each other and Chloe gives Red a questioning look to make sure she doesn’t feel that way. Red feels bad yeah, but she would never want you to hide something like this.

“I understand, but it’s not your fault either. You were dealt some shitty cards alright,” Red responds.

“This whole situation is bad, but never feel like you can’t tell us something this big because you don’t want us to feel bad. You are more important than one uncomfortable moment. Besides we get nightmares too occasionally, it happens to the best of us. We tell you about ours when they’re bad. You are amazing!” Chloe says. You tear up again at the heartfelt words.

“Well, you’re right. I’m sorry for making you worry though.” You feel a little ashamed at that. Red swoops you in for a kiss, you gasp and feel your cheeks heating up.

“Don’t be, we always worry about each other.” She says. You smile and see Chloe waiting as excited as a dog waiting for a treat. You giggle.

“Come here Chlo-“ as soon as she gets the go ahead she kisses you excitedly and then Red after. You sigh contently.

“Thank you both so much,” and you pause, “You know, my family got my dog so I could have someone to sleep with. The cuddling made them go away. Maybe we could try that tonight?” You bite your bottom lip and squeal when they nod yes. You squeal and hug them, only pulling away after you give them another peck each.

“We’d love to!” Chloe and Red squeal before getting a mischievous look. They both tackle you and smother you with kisses. As you giggle, you can’t wait to snuggle in with them

It’s safe to say you had a lovely nights rest in the warm embrace of both your adoring and beautiful girlfriends.

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Apple of My Eye Prologue

Eventual! Harry Hook x Child of Snow White! Reader

Prologue: Once Upon a Time

Summary: Ben tells (Y/N) about his plans for the Isle, and they're eager to help.

Mouse Note: Welcome to Apple of My Eye! This is going to be a single book, updated on Tuesdays and Thursdays (subject to change if needed), and it's a Harry Hook x NB Reader (though they do go between wearing skirts and wearing pants. I write my own experience with fashion, but it's not often mentioned). It's going to be a slow burn, so although we see the MC through the first movie, no Harry until the second! :(. But I can promise lots of fun and even original content of my own at the end since I had my own ideas for what should happen in the Descendants series. Above everything else, though, I hope you guys enjoy! I loved writing this, and please comment your thoughts! (I need the motivation to keep writing). Without further ado, welcome to Apple of My Eye 

            Once upon a time, Snow White had an Evil Queen for a Stepmother. Once upon a time, she was cursed three times—comb, ribbon, and apple. Once upon a time, Prince Florian found his princess again. Once upon a time, True Love’s Kiss saved the day.

            Once upon a time, Prince Florian and Snow White had a child.

Five years old…

            “Florian, is (Y/N) ready for bed?” said Snow, humming to herself.

            “I just finished their bedtime story,” said Florian, smiling as his wife walked into the room.

            “Mommy, apples are scary,” said (Y/N), tears in their eyes.

            “Florian,” scolded Snow. “Did you tell them our story?”

            “I thought it would be a sweet love story,” said Florian. “They loved the story of Belle and Adam.”

            “Mommy, please don’t eat apples,” said (Y/N), reaching out for Snow.

            “Don’t worry, sweetheart,” said Snow, picking up (Y/N). “It’s alright. I’m fine. I’m here.”

            “But there’s bad people,” sniffled (Y/N).

            “Yes, but there are good people,” said Snow. “You just need to be a good person. Then there’s one less bad.”

            “How do I tell bad from good?” asked (Y/N).

            “You trust your heart,” said Florian. He smiled. “You got a good one from your mom.”

            “And from your dad,” said Snow. She kissed (Y/N)’s forehead. “And don’t worry, sweetheart. One day, you’re going to find your True Love, just like we did. And then you don’t have to be scared of any curses or apples.”

            “But until then, you’ll have us and good friends to face the bad with,” said Florian.

            “Now, rest,” said Snow. “We love you, sweetheart.”

            “I love you,” said (Y/N) as they were laid back in their bed.

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Twelve years old…

            (Y/N) frowned at themself in the mirror. Puberty had come, and with that, acne. Their friend Ben still had a few years, and Audrey was already on preventative creams for acne, so they felt a bit weird being the only one so far with acne.

            “What’s the matter?” said Snow. She had seen their child acting a bit strangely the past few days.

            “Audrey said I looked gross,” admitted (Y/N). “Do I?”

            “No,” said Snow, smiling. “You’re beautiful, (Y/N).”

            “I’m not the fairest,” they said.

            “You don’t need to be,” said Snow. She sat down with (Y/N) and looked into the mirror. “Remember what I taught you?”

            “Beauty isn’t a competition,” said (Y/N).

            When they were young, the story of their parents—the Evil Queen pursuing Snow White, the poisoned comb, ribbon, and apple, and True Love’s Kiss—was just a tale of love and the triumph of good. When they got older, Snow explained everything that led to the tale people knew—that insecurity of aging grew too strong, beauty became a competition, and it led to consequences. Snow White and Florian never wanted (Y/N) to grow so self-deprecating that they took it out on others. They wanted them to see their own inward and outward beauty, to grow confident and free from a competition of looks that shouldn’t exist.

            It wasn’t the only story they’d learned lessons from—people don’t belong to others so don’t be jealous if feelings aren’t returned (Gaston), being royal doesn’t make you better than another (King Adam—the Beast), don’t punish someone for their friend or relations sins (Maleficent hurting Aurora), don’t sign contracts without reading fine print (Ariel), etcetera—but it was the important one at the moment.

            “Exactly,” said Snow. She smiled.

            (Y/N) smiled back. “…Can you teach me some skincare, though? That’s not bad.”

            “No. Taking care of yourself isn’t bad. It’s fun,” said Snow. “And being kind to yourself is even better. Appearances aren’t what matters. People’s hearts do.”

            (Y/N) nodded. “Hearts matter.”

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Seventeen years old…

            “So, Bennyboo, what’s your first act going to be when you become king?” said Audrey, smiling at her boyfriend(?).

(Just how they got into a relationship or their real status confused (Y/N), but they just went with it since it wasn’t their place to intervene).

            “I hope it’s a party,” said Audrey. She grinned. “I mean, of course it will be, every king has a coronation, and there will be an afterparty, but there should be something more.” She looked at the clock and gasped. “Speaking of which, I have a fitting to get to.” She patted Ben’s cheek. “Keep me up to date with our plans.” She left the room.

            Ben let out a breath, and (Y/N) grinned at him.

            “ ‘Our plans,’ ” they repeated.

            Ben held up his hands. “It’s easier to just go with her.”

            “She’s got a one-track mind,” said (Y/N). “It’s impressive. And scary at times.” They looked at Ben. “But she has a point. What are you thinking of doing?”

            Ben shifted.

            “You look nervous. Is it something big?” (Y/N) leaned forward.

            “I haven’t told my parents yet, but…yeah,” said Ben, looking like a cross between anxious and excited.

            “What is it?” asked (Y/N).

            “I want to bring over some of the kids from the Isle,” said Ben. He hurried onward, nervous about the first person he told’s reaction. “Just a few to begin with, to see how it goes, but I think they deserve a chance, don’t you?” He paused and looked at (Y/N). “What do you think?”

            (Y/N) smiled. “I think it’s a great idea, Ben.”

            Ben let out a relieved breath. “I’m so scared about telling my parents.”

            “Listen, they of all people should know to look beyond first impressions,” said (Y/N) encouragingly. They smiled widely. “And if you need help with anything, I’m here.”

            “Really?” said Ben.

            “Yeah. The children of the people locked on the Isle didn’t do anything wrong. They were just born there,” said (Y/N). “We don’t know their hearts. And that’s what counts.”

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Hi it's 🍓 anon again! Can I have the characters from my last request (the usual hehe) for possibly something with the plot of Snow white? /(⁠≧ U ⁠≦⁠)/

Like reader gets poisoned by an apple (someone gives it to us 🤯), basically dies or something (falls asleep I guess) and has to be kissed to wake up, I want the ANGST to be there 😈 but I want us to wake up in the end too because yes. You could also have them hunt down the ugly bastard that poisons us if you want to 💗

Hope your night is well 🎀

multiple characters headcannons!

snow white au✧

characters: gaming, bennett, tighnari, cyno, wanderer x snow white!gn!reader

author's note: that's a really good idea for an au lol i really like it so i hope you like this one too<3

☆ Gaming

-you'd get poisoned by some dumb bitch and he would notice that you're not coming home. so ofc he went out looking for you.

-soon enough, he found you, laying on the ground in some deep, dark forest.

-not knowing what he had to do, he fell to his knees and started crying. breaking down, begging you to wake up, holding you hand.

-no, you weren't dead, right?!

-it's almost as if a ghost told him, he felt the need to kiss you for one last time. to feel your lips once again.

-he laid his lips on yours, and instead of feeling the warm feeling, they were cold...

-he pulled away and started crying harder, muttering a little "goodbye" to you.

-then, he noticed you were starting to wake up.

-"h-huh? [name]?!" he asks as he looks at you again, wiping his tears.

-"gaming..." you slowly say, getting up and stretching out a bit.

-he'll never leave you alone for a second once again...

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✿ Bennett

-he'd notice that you're not there, and he would ask EVERYONE in mondstadt if they've seen you

-after realizing that they don't, he starts looking for you.

-he doesn't know what to do, he's worried, only making himself more unlucky.

-falling over a bunch of times, bleeding knees a bit, but he finally found you...

-laying on the ground, motionless.

-he was shocked, he quickly ran to you, and checked your pulse.

-you weren't alive.

-he starts crying hard, doing literally anything that might get you back to life.

-shaking you, burning a little circle on your hand, pinching your arm, holding your hand tight, nothing worked.

-the then kissed you.

-"am i really this unlucky..." he cries, putting his knees to his chesk, burying his head in them.

-then, he feels a hand on his back.

-"it's okay, i'm back now..."

-he cannot express the happiness he felt at that very moment.

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✯ Tighnari

-after literally you not picking up the phone 2 times, he started looking for you in the darkest sumeru rainforest. also called the most dangerous one.

-where could you possibly be?

-at first, he wasn't all that worried, but after you not being there for a long while now, he started to overthink a bit, but tried to brush it off.

-finally, he saw you. but you seemed dead.

-tighnari, with his heart racing at an incredible pace, checked if you had any pulse.

-you didn't.

-shitshitshitshitshit he was trying not to cry so hard, just looking at your dead body right before him.

-how could he not know where you were?

-he cursed at himself, feeling a bit of guilt.

-and as a goodbye, he kissed you softly, like never before.

-he turned around, not wanting to break down-

-"tighnari..." you mumbled, slowly opening your eyes and sitting up.

-he turned around, surprised to see you awake.

-he started crying tears of happiness, but tried to mask it with scolding you.

-"i-idiot! what were you doing in the forest all alone!?" he said, putting his hands on your shoulders.

-he will make sure that whoever did this to you gets the same to happen to them...

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✷ Cyno

-you're not there?

-he's looking for you already.

-far, far away, in the desert.

-where the hell could you be!?

-reassuring himself by saying that you were messing with him.

-until...

-your body layed limp in a small shadow.

-"[name]!?" he called out, running to you.

-fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck he's panicking but trying to keep his composure.

-but he's struggling.

-he tried everything, he spilled all of his water onto you, that he needed for his thirst. it was the desert, after all.

-then, he tried cpr like how tighnari taught him.

-hopeless, he gets up, and starts walking away, wiping off his tears.

-"cy... cy-cyno..." you mutter out, trying to get up, looking at his back.

-he turns around shockingly, then runs towards you. he hugs you tight.

-"who." he says, a serious look on his face, despite the tears.

-you tell him who did it, and after that, you never see that person again...

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｡ Wanderer

-he gets worried pretty fast, i mean, judging by his backstory...

-so he calls you, but you don't answer. he goes out looking for you. he's flying over sumeru looking for you.

-you're nowhere to be found.

-he's worrying, worrying so much. his nonexistent heart is beating out of his chest right now. he's scared.

-his eyes keep watering, but he keeps wiping them away.

-all until he sees you in some dark forest, laying down on the grass, not moving. an apple beside you.

-he flies down, he doesn't even wipe his tears anymore, he's crying. he's breaking down.

-he throws the apple into some bushes, realizing it was poisonous already at the look of it.

-he shakes you, he begs you, he yells, he screams.

-laying his head on your chest after so much tension, just crying and begging you quietly.

-"you can't betray me too... idiot..." he raises his head up for one last time, giving you a kiss before burying his face in your neck.

"you broke your promise too, liar..." he closes his eyes, letting his tears flow freely. he was too weak now. too weak to even call you an idiot again.

-he feels you move. he feels a hand on his hair, ruffling it weakly.

-"i didn't... thank you..." you mumble, keeping your eyes open.

-and there, he promised you he would kill them.

-tomorrow morning, there was a person said to be gone missing, last seen in the comfort of their home...

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it's good

i like it i love the snow white au fr

hope you like it 🍓anon<3