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jiliansky-blog · 22 days ago

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How to love a dream. Chapter 5. Cinema

Pairing: Morpheus x FemaleReader

Rating: PG

Words: 2000

Morpheus

“Is everything good?” asked Hob, when I returned to his home. “Are your plans for today still valid?”

“Yes, I suppose I have one more friend,” I said.

“That’s great!” Hob was really glad. “See, that is what I wished for you. To have more friends. But don’t attack her for her curiosity.”

“I just… It was irrational of me,” I sighed. “I apologize for my behavior earlier.”

“You should apologize to her, and you already did,” he smiled. “She really doesn’t mean any harm. Believe me.”

“Still I don’t want her to be another Burgess or Constantine,” I admitted.

“And the second one helped you, remember?” he asked. “Y\N doesn’t possess any magic as far as I know.”

“And how can you know for sure?” I asked. “She doesn’t know that you are immortal, because you hide it. It can be another way around.”

“Point taken,” Hob shrugged. “But do you agree with me that she is not a threat to you? She is just human, after all.”

“That is right,” I agree.

You woke up with a strange feeling the next morning. You’re going to the cinema with Morpheus. It's almost like a date, but it’s not. You’re friends. Friends can go to the cinema together. Nothing romantic won’t happen.

You had a quick breakfast, then lunch. After the breakfast, your friend called you to ask about the movie. You were annoyed by her question.

“I didn’t go yesterday,” you admitted.

“O, I’m so sorry you couldn’t go,” she said. A little bit of guilt was there in her voice.

“But I’m going today,” you replied.

“Alone?” she asked.

“No, with Morpheus,” you said.

“Are you two…dating?” she asked. “And you didn’t tell me anything.”

“We aren’t dating,” you said. “We’re friends.”

“Yeah, I see,” she replied.

“You know what?” you asked. “I don’t need time for that. I’ve got to go. Bye.”

Definitely, romantic literature that you’ve read played jokes on you. Because you couldn’t forget how attractive and charming this man was. Also, a little bit asshole. But then he changed to his polite self again. God, it was confusing.

He came even earlier than you arranged. But anyway, you were glad to see him. You choose a blue dress. And he seemed to like it.

“I didn't see people wearing dresses to the cinema like to the theater,” he smirked.

“I like wearing dresses,” you replied. “You are early.”

“I decide that it’s better to come earlier than late,” he said.

He looks like usual, and you let him in. He also wasn’t annoyed, which was already a good thing. You smiled at him.

“Do you know what the film is about?” you asked.

“No,” he said.

“It’s about vengeance,” you said.

“Oh?” Morpheus said.

“Yes, and about the power of love,” you smiled. “Are you ready?”

“I’m intrigued,” he nodded.

“Then let’s go,” you said.

And you left your house and went to their theater. You saw that a lot of people were looking at you two. Or were they looking at Morpheus?

“When did you visit the cinema the last time?” you asked.

“I don’t remember,” he replied. “Anyway, I preferred theater.”

“Oh, I didn’t remember when I was there for the last time,” you admitted. “It feels…uneasy to go there alone.”

“Then I will go with you,” he said suddenly.

“What?” you asked surprisingly.

“I think you should visit the theater with me,” Morpheus replied seriously.

That man is full of mystery. At first, he was against you coming to the dinner. Then he went with you to the cinema. And now this.

“You are something else,” you admitted.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“You aren’t like the rest of the people I know,” you said. “And definitely not like other men. It’s a good thing.”

“Good, I think?” He looked so confused.

“Yes,” you smiled.

“Yes, definitely good,” you admitted.

When you came to the cinema, he put out money from his pocket. And then he caught you watching him.

“Hob financed me,” Morpheus said. “And I am going to buy both tickets.”

“You shouldn’t,” you said.

“I know,” he said. “And I insist.”

“Is it your way to apologize?” you smiled.

He frowned and avoided your gaze.

“Perhaps,” he just replied.

“You are sweet,” you smiled.

“I’m just polite,” he refused.

When you were already sitting in front of the screen, it still felt like a date for you. Morpheus on the other side was calm.

“You are sitting so straight right now,” you admitted. “You can relax already. Everything is going to be fine.”

“Are you saying that I’m being nervous?” he asked.

“Yeah, you looked so,” you smiled.

He didn’t have time to answer. The movie began. You were excited to see one of your favorite movies on the big screen with a good image. Morpheus looked interested too. And you were glad he came with you.

At the end of the movie, you were almost sure that you saw tears in his eyes. And his lips were trembling vulnerably. You wanted to ask if he was okay but decided to do better than wound his pride.

“Did you like it?” you asked instead.

“Yes, I feel some…familiarity,” he said. “It was about love that was worth vengeance. And the power of truth.”

“And justice,” you smiled.

“Yes, that’s right,” he nodded.

“What now?” you asked. “Are you going back to the professor?”

He looked at you like a very offended cat. You were confused. What now?

“I thought we could have a coffee,” he said finally.

“I won’t say no to that,” you smiled.

You took him to the café nearby. And you felt almost proud for being with this handsome man. Everyone thinks that you are a couple, perhaps. You were afraid to ruin this.

“Did you like the cinema?” you asked.

“Yes,” he nodded. “Especially that there weren’t many people.”

“You don’t like crowds,” you admitted.

“Not really,” he nodded again. “Don’t worry about that.”

“But we’re in a crowded place now,” you said.

It was true. There were a lot of people at that time of the day. And it was a weekend. You were considering going to another place.

“We can go elsewhere,” you said.

“No, it’s alright,” he said and chose the table.

“You are so a gentleman,” you said.

“It’s simple politeness,” he shrugged. “Do men in your…town so rude?”

“Not rude, but chivalry long gone,” you replied.

“Then good that you’ve met me,” he smirked.

“Definitely,” you said.

You ordered coffee, but Morpheus insisted on paying for you again. You didn’t know how to react to that.

“That is why I said that you’re different,” you smiled.

“I see now,” he said seriously.

“What else brought you here?” you asked.

“Cinema?” he asked.

“I mean to this town,” you replied. “I know, you came to visit your friend. But is there something else?”

“Perhaps I wanted to find myself in something else than my work,” he said after a few minutes of thinking. “My sister said that I need to find a hobby.”

“You don’t have a hobby?” you asked, surprised.

“I like reading and sometimes feeding the birds,” you said.

“That’s I got,” you smiled.

“Sometimes I like watching other people,” he said. “To know his dreams and hopes. Or walking my place of work.”

“Is it good to watch every time?” you asked.

“Yes, definitely,” he smiled genuinely. “You would like it.”

“Then I hope I see it some other time,” you smiled.

“” Perhaps, one day,” he smirked. “Or one night.”

“Night?” you asked. “Are you working during nights?”

“Mostly,” he avoided your gaze again.

“Tell me about the place,” you smiled and didn’t push this topic. Morpheus doesn’t want to talk about it, for sure.

“It’s beautiful,” he said with a soft smile. “It is like a place of your dreams. There are a lot of nature and wonderful buildings.”

“Sounds interesting,” you noticed.

“Yes,” he nodded. “I hope…to show you one day.”

“It would be great,” you smiled.

You felt warm sitting next to him. It wasn’t like yesterday dinner. He wasn’t hostile and annoyed. He was calm and actually sweet.

“Thank you for this day,” you smiled.

“It hasn’t ended yet,” he smirked.

“But I thought that you wanted to return to Hob after the cinema,” you mentioned.

“I can return later,” Morpheus said. “We still have time. And I am going to visit the theater so I can find out what they can offer.”

“Alright,” you replied.

“Will you go with me?” he asked.

“Of course,” you smiled.

“Then let’s go,” he said.

You showed him the way to the theater; even so, he told you that he remembers it. But you felt inspired by him.

“What can you say about “The Nutcracker” ballet?” he asked inside.

“I like the idea,” you smiled.

“Very well,” he smirked. “Because I have already bought tickets. For tomorrow evening.”

“You’re impossible,” you said.

“I am going to fulfill my promise,” he said seriously. “And I want to make for yesterday. I… I am not usually like this.”

“I know,” you said. “I’m not mad at you.”

“Perhaps you will be mad at me in the future,” Morpheus replied. “Everyone is holding a grudge and leaving. They say that I cruel, and I’m too much.”

“Everyone has their own flaws,” you said. “I can assure you, no one is perfect. And your flaws don’t define you.”

“I used to think otherwise,” he said, looking away.

“Don’t listen to those people,” you smiled. “Everyone can change. And everyone makes mistakes. Don’t worry.”

“You are wise, just like Hob,” he admitted.

“That’s my therapist,” you smiled.

“You don’t give yourself enough credit,” the man replied.

“So are you,” you said. “What now?”

“I can walk you home,” he said. “And more than that, I insist on walking you home.”

“Alright,” you nodded. “I won’t say no to that.”

It was something…magical about the way you two talk. You felt like you knew him for a long time. And you didn’t feel angry anymore.

“Thank you for your company,” you smiled when you arrived at your home.

“You too,” he replied. “Then I meet you tomorrow after your lessons. I don’t want you to distract from your studies anymore.”

“So gentlemanly of you,” you smiled. “You can visit me at the university.”

“I will keep it in the mind,” he smiled back. “Until then.”

He nodded and went away. What a mysterious man! And charming. And handsome. Oh god, I am so doomed.

Morpheus

“How was the evening?” asked Hob during the dinner.

“It was good,” I replied. “Sufficient. Tomorrow we are going to the theater.”

“Oh?” he asked. “You are quickly to court her.”

“It is not. Courting,” I refused.

“And your blushing says otherwise,” the man grinned. “You don’t need to worry about. I would be glad for both of you.”

“I just…” I said, strike with a thought. “I didn’t think about her in that way. And it wouldn't be a good idea.”

“Why not?” Hob asked.

“Because it is forbidden for the Endless and mortals to be together,” I said. “It will lead to destruction.”

“Oh maybe not,” he said suddenly.

“What do you mean?” I frowned. “The last time when I got involved with a mortal, her kingdom was lost, and she killed herself.”

Memories of Nada were always painful for me.

“And when was that?” he asked.

“Ten thousand years ago,” I replied.

“Ten thousand, yeah?” he smirked. “A lot of time passed since then, don’t you think? I want to say that everything could change.”

“I didn’t hear about that,” I said.

“Why, then, your family wants you to find someone here?” Hob asked. “They may know more than you are.”

It didn’t occur to me before. Hob might be right. What if something changed? But what if nothing changed? Then I will ruin everything again.

“Look, I don’t say that you shouldn’t be careful,” he said, looking at me. “Just don’t give up hope if you like her.”

“I will be careful,” I said.

“But do you like her?” he asked.

“You already asked that,” I sighed. “I know her less than a week.”

“And you’re courting her,” he admitted.

“I am not,” I refused.

“When was the last time you asked someone out?” Hob asked.

He was right. But I didn’t want to agree so easily.

“It doesn’t matter,” I said.

“It does,” he said. “Anyway, I wish for you two good luck tomorrow.”

But I could only think about what my sister may know.

@shadowqueen1322 @mypsychoticlove @justathirstyhoe @ladymoztaza @sapphireonline @deniixlovezelda

#morpheus x reader #dream x reader #sandman x reader #the sandman #sandman fanfiction

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littledollll · 2 years ago

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Hi there! I was wondering if I could request a Larissa Weems x fem reader fic? Reader is an outcast too, she can control people's dreams (for better or for worse) however she can't control her own, and she's the language teacher at Nevermore and her and Larissa have been dating for a little while now. One night she has a really bad nightmare about something from the past, Larissa manages to wake her up from it; as reader had been clawing at her own skin, making it bleed etc and when she wakes up larissa has her arms pinned and is trying to calm her down? Like laying on top of her trying to level out her breathing, kissing her cheek as she whispers "You're okay, you're okay." Like Larissa baby-ing her, that kind of thing? I'm sorry if this is a little long

I’ll keep you safe

Larissa Weems x outcast!reader

Warnings: annoying teenagers٫ Stress٫ nightmares٫ unintentional self harm(it’s not too focused on), being physically restrained, idk what else

A/n: Anon i have to say, i loved this request so much i got down like 6 paragraphs in about 10 minutes, instant ideas so thank you!!, I chose Spanish since you didn’t specify and it’s my first language (in short im lazy)

“We’re doing oral reports in two weeks! I want you all to pick a topic of interest and do research on it, this will have to include a progress turn in every two days, I don’t want you guys doing it all last minute, that’s one grade. Then your written work, just what you’re going to say up front so I can follow along and assist you when you need it! That’s another grade. The final grade will be your oral report, there’s different criteria I will be reviewing but that will be in a handout I’ll give you guys on Monday we will discuss it then!”

You can hear the collective groaning and complains coming from all sides of the class, “wait when do the two weeks start”, people trying to convince you to do something else, “Would you consider adding more time?”, those asking if they can skip the oral part and just to the other two things, and the two or three going “oh does it have to be in Spanish” like it’s not the whole point of the class and assignment.

“It will be three easy grades don’t let me down guys! Yes I know how much you guys hate it but it’s in the curriculum and you will need this depending on what you want to do in the future. You! Yes my love we can negotiate the turn in period, don’t worry”

“No I am not changing the assignment! No you can’t NOT do the oral report, you will lose a full grade unless you can give me a justified reason as to why you can’t speak up front. Yes it has to be in Spanish that’s the whole point, please calm down!”

“I will give you all nightmares if you don’t stop complaining!” The whole class went silent. Finally. “But I can just as easily help you guys out if you just behave and ask nicely. As I said the details will all be discussed on Monday so stop screaming at me, class time is already over, we could all be in our rooms by now if you guys didn’t throw a tantrum”

Your abilities as an outcast were something you genuinely loved about yourself, being able to control others dreams came in handy more than you’d think. You’d use dreams to give extra practice for those who asked (which was mostly the music, choir, theater kids), those who needed extra study time for tests, when you knew your students needed comfort or a safe space, specially since you could allow them to remember their dreams. It being the last class of the day you dismissed them and headed to Larissa’s office.

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Once you came in Larissa greeted you. “You seem rather annoyed.. stressed? did something happen, beloved?”

“Just my last class, I assigned oral reports and they are not happy about it, i mean they were basically screaming at me about it, I love them, really, I do but they don’t know how to listen!” You sighed, coming around her desk and wrapping your arms around her behind her chair.

“Who would have thought advanced Spanish students would hate Spanish so much! I know it’s not personal but the way they groan and complain isn’t that encouraging either, just makes me feel like I’m doing everything wrong.”

Larissa’s hands soothed over your arms, taking one of your hands in hers and kissing it. “You’re the cool teacher, they aren’t used to not doing “fun” things in class, they’ll come around٫ love. Is there anything I could help you with?”

You groaned, hiding in her neck. “No, you’re right, I’m sure they’ll be better Monday once I explain.” Larissa nodded.

“30 minutes and we’ll get out of here, alright?” Teachers got out one hour before the principal, leaving you to wait for her everyday. You nodded and went over to one of the armchairs٫ pulling out your phone and deciding to answer emails.

You whined, dramatically putting your head on her desk, she chuckled. “More complains?” “You think they understand what “I’ll explain on Monday” means?”

They were stressing you out even more, and in your experience٫ Stress means nightmares.

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“Love?” Larissa woke up to your squirming she thought you just couldn’t sleep, then she heard the whimpers, from there it somehow got worse so fast. The way your hands gripped your arms, your hair, how you curled into yourself, what broke Larissa out of her trance was a sob that tore through your throat. It was enough to spring her into action as she forced the sleep from her mind.

She was trying to be gentle, you were scared enough, frantic, she didn’t want any sudden movements to hurt her or you. First she tried to grab one arm, trying to shake you awake. “Angel?-“ she gave up on that quickly as she saw the cuts made from your own nails that ran down your arm and how you tore away from her just to claw at your own skin, alright option two. She straddled your legs to stop the kicking, taking your hands pinning them down.

She settled for talking you down as her thumb rubbed over your palms in what she hopped would be a calming notion “you’re okay sweetheart, you’re our room my love, it’s just us.” Your squirming died down but you were still tense, your complains and whimpers never stopped, the way you were gripping her hands was clear sign the squirming stoped merely because she essentially forced it.

“Oh my darling girl.. it’s me, my love it’s Rissa, it’s just a nightmare, my sweet, listen to me.” When you calmed slightly more she decided it was safe to loosen her hold and lean over to turn the lamp on. “It’s time to wake up darling.”

The way you snapped awake made her heart clench. How unsettled you looked, the way you looked around the room and eventually up at her, pupils blown wide panic written all over your face. She smiled at you reassuringly and leaned down kissing your cheek and forehead. “It’s okay, my sweet little love. You’re okay with me, angel.”

She didn’t want to fully surround you, it would be too much while you’re already panicked, but she also couldn’t afford you hurting either of them in that state, so she waited, and spoke softly. “You are in Nevermore, in our room, in our bed.” Larissa deemed it safe enough to let go of your arms, gently cupping your face. “I know, my love that you’re scared, but I’m with you, I’ll protect you for anything and anyone, you are safe, 100% safe, I’ll make sure of that, yeah?” You only nodded.

Larissa gave you a second. “Would you like me to move away?” You shook your head, wanting to cry at the thought, she saw it, and moved slowly, moving to your side and turning you with her, she hugged you tight and purposely slowed her breathing for you to follow, you of course did. She only hugged you tighter when she felt your arms coming shyly around her and you hid into her chest.

“I’m not expecting you to tell me what you just lived, nor am I asking, but if you want to my love, I will listen.” You shook your head again. “You hurt yourself angel, a lot, we have to take care of that later okay? But I’ll take care of you, I’ll keep you safe every second.” You frowned and looked up at her. “How can you be so sure..” you barely mumbled out. “Well because I risked a slap across the face to save you from you.” You giggled. “I’m- very sorry.”

She pinned you down and furrowed her brows. “Are you apologizing for having a nightmare?” She kissed the tip of your nose. “Is that stupid?” A kiss to your cheek this time. “Did you cause the nightmare?” Now on the other side. “No! you know I can’t- ohhhh” she pressed a final kiss against your lips and moved to look at you, making you smile. “Right, so it’s not your fault, which means you don’t have to apologize for that, my beautiful beautiful girl.” You blushed at that, hiding your face in your hands.

“Would you like to try going back to sleep?” She asked as she moved the lay beside you, and you shook your head, curling into her. “Darling, you got here exhausted.. you still are. I’ll wake you if the nightmares start again, and the lamp will stay on.” You didn’t say anything, instead pulled yourself closer to her and closed your eyes, she smiled. “Sweet dreams, angel, you’ll be okay with me, I promise.”

#gwendoline christie #larissa weems #principal larissa weems #larissa weems x reader #principal weems #wednesday nevermore #wedneday #wednesday weems

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gachawolfiebloom · 4 months ago

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Two Hearts In The City of Love

Chapter 16: Trust Issues

Four was the first to wake up this time. He looked down to see Three slightly snoring and he was still holding the teddy bear that his friends had gotten for him. He smiled as he put the bear on the bedside table and snuggled in closer to Three, wrapping his arms around him. Right on cue, the sun dripped in as Four blocked the light with his arm and groaned. Three woke up when he felt the touch of someone holding him. He looked down to see Four cuddling him as this was so adorable. "Honey, it's morning~" When he tried to sit up, Four whined with some yawns "Noooo I'm not ready. Keep me warm and let me hold you." Three sighed, scooting in to hold Four dearly. Once his guard was down, Three picked him up and threw him off the bed. "There. Now you're ready."

Four rubbed his head and said "Why'd you do that!? I was getting comfy!" Three shrugged and said "I still like messing with you time to time." Four grunted and crossed his arms. "You need to cut that out!" Three playfully rolled his eyes and said "You like it don't you?" Four professedly blushed as he asked "S-Should I..?"

Three tackled him to the ground and said "Well I enjoy this so I say yes!" Four laughed cutely as Three began tickling him "S-S-Stop it! I-I can't breathe!" Three felt so fortunate in this moment as he heard Four's cute giddy laugh. He sat there and admired his boyfriend while he thought "I'm so lucky that he's mine. He means everything to me. I won't let anything hurt him."

"Alright, fun time's over. Got to go meet the others." As Three let go, Four thought about his friends and how worried they must have been when he was sick. He quickly grabbed his clothes and asked "Can I get changed first? I want to go say hi to the crew since they haven't seen me in a while." Three didn't put up a fight and let Four get ready first. Once he was done, Three grabbed his clothes as Four went to go downstairs and blew a kiss to his lover. Three caught the make believe heart and said "Go down already sappy sam." Four chuckled and waved as Three held his hand over his chest and smiled.

...

Down in the lobby, everyone was excitedly talking about their next trip. Mario couldn't wait to go on his first visit with Mr Puzzles and he wouldn't shut up about it. It was so annoying that the TV man covered his non existing ears with his hands. Mario then stopped when he saw Smg4 waving at him, looking better than ever. "SMG4!?" The entire lobby heard him as Mario jumped over Mr Puzzles' screen and squeezed his best friend. "Ugh Mario! Keep your filthy self away from my screen!"

"SMG4! MARIO'S MISSED YOU!" Four pulled him away and said "Relax man. It was just one day." The others came up with happy expressions as Meggy was the first to speak. "I'm glad to see you up and moving Four. You look much better."

"Yeah. It's all thanks to Three." Four blushed endlessly when he said that, daydreaming as Tari whispered to Meggy "Those two seem really close with each other now. They really care for one another." She nodded and said "You're right Tari. They would make such a cute couple."

Mario snuck in between the girls and said "What if they're already a couple?"

"Huh? What do you mean Mario?"

"Mario knows they are so gay for each other, but they are super close now. Blushing, cuddling, holding hands! Mario's dreams are finally coming true!"

"YEAH. ARE YOU BLIND OR SOMETHING? THOSE TWO ARE DEFINITELY FRUITY! THAT SICK DAY WAS JUST AN EXCUSE FOR THEM TO GO FULL SUCKERONI ON EACH OTHER!"

As Four kept blushing, Mr Puzzles scooted towards him while trying not to make it obvious. Four soon noticed and snapped out of his fantasies. "Uh...hi?" Mr Puzzles awkwardly waved back and said "Smg4, I wanted to tell you something yesterday, but I couldn't because Smg3 wouldn't let me."

"Okay? What did you want to tell me?"

"Well...I.."

"OI! Get away from him!"

Everyone turned to see Three standing there, looking angry at his boyfriend's interaction with the enemy. "Ah! Three you're here!" Four put his hands up like he had just been placed under arrest. Three stormed up and pulled Four behind him, yelling out "You stay away from him!" Mr Puzzles scrambled in nervousness to say "No! It's not what you think!" He looked over to the others for help as Four tried to say something to intervene.

"Three I'm okay. He's not-"

"I don't care what you say! Until we are on trustworthy terms, you will not do, touch, or say anything to him! Understand?" Mr Puzzles itched around until he looked down and said "Yes...I'm sorry."

"Hmpf!" Three took Four by the hand and walked away with a snooty look. Mario saw how miserable Mr Puzzles was and said "Mario's gonna go check-a on him!" He cautiously approached and placed a hand on his back, rubbing it. "Is TV man okie?"

"No. It seems no matter how hard I try, I will never be a friend. Nobody will ever forget what I've done. Especially him." Mario didn't know how to comfort him so he just said "Well...Mario trusts you."

"What difference does that make if the whole world doesn't love me?"

"Don't worry about those stinkies! If they give you any trouble, they'll have to answer to Mario!" He did a bunch of silly karate moves as Mr Puzzles snickered and said "Alright then Mr tough guy. Let's get going." He playfully hit Mario's shoulder as the two went outside with their friends.

Today, they were walking to the Arc de Triomphe since it wasn't too far from their hotel and Luigi insisted the fresh air was good for Mario. As Three and Four walked, the blue one said "That wasn't necessary Three. He just wanted to tell me something." He frowned and said "You're being too nice. Who knows what he's planning."

"He sounds genuine Three! Remember how he brought me soup."

"Mario just convinced him to help."

"THREE!"

He sighed and brought Four's chin up to meet his eyes. "Please Four, it would break my heart to see you get hurt. I'm just trying to protect you." Four's annoyance vanished as it felt so sweet that Three was doing this for him. He kissed his cheek and said "Don't worry about me. I'm fine." Three kissed his cheek back and said "I know. I know. But I still worry."

The girls looked up ahead at the absolutely adorable sight beholding them. "AWWWW my heart's going to explode!" Meggy agreed, but wondered "Why did Three kiss Four? Even if they are getting closer, he wouldn't just show affection to Four like that unless-" She stopped mid sentence. "Meggy? Are you okay?" Tari waved her hand in front of Meggy until she quickly pulled the blue haired girl aside and said "I think they are!"

"They're what?"

Meggy saw Mr Puzzles and Mario catching up when she whispered "Psst...Mario." The two of them stopped as Meggy wavered a hand for them to come over. "What is it Meggy? Do you have any spaghetti!?"

"No! I think Four and Three are...dating."

She had looked over to make sure the boys weren't listening when she said that last part. Mario's face lit up as he started squealing and jumping around while cheering "YIPPEE! THE GAYS ARE HERE! THE GAYS ARE HERE! SMG34 IS FINALLY CANON!"

"Mario hush!" Meggy whisper shouted as Mr Puzzles scratched his head. "Dating? Those two are boyfriends now? How do you know?" He studied them carefully as they held hands, but when he thought he saw Three looking back at him, he quickly spun his head around. "I saw Three kiss Four's cheek. There's no way he would do that to him unless they were in a romantic relationship."

"Good point. But what should we say about this? I can't go spilling about this to the others or Smg3 is going to kill me!" Meggy put her hands up and said "Woah woah! Slow down! We never said we had to tell anybody." Mario stopped jumping around and asked "We're not?"

"Of course not! We have to respect their privacy! If they really are dating, then they must have a good reason for not telling us." Mr Puzzles steadied himself as he said "Thanks Leg- I mean Meggy." They ran up to join the group and carried on the rest of the walk without a mention of the possible couple. Mario did look like he was about to pass out from holding it in though.

~A while later~

The crew had made it to the giant, wide archway which you could see upon first glance why it was such a popular tourist destination. Four eyes gleamed as he said "Wow! I've seen pictures online, but it looks even more beautiful in person!" Three nodded and brought his hand up to his lover's face. "Not as beautiful as you blue." Four was taken aback in affection. Before he could say a flirty compliment back, he reached into his pocket in excitement. "H-Hold on! Can I get a picture? I don't want this moment to slip by!" Three frowned as he said "You rely on technology too much. Spend these moments with us instead of trying to capture them all."

"I am...just..give me a sec." Three crooked his head as Four handed him the phone. "Now you want me to help you take the picture? Can't you just-" He didn't get a chance to finish as Four rested his chest on Three's and his mind immediately went to freeze. "Guh! I uh..." He realized what Four was trying to do and looked around to see if anyone noticed. The coast was clear. Three raised the phone up as Four looked at the camera with a genuine smile. Three soon did the same, holding onto Four with his free hand while his other snapped the picture of them with the monument in the background.

Meggy asked the rest of the group "What do you want to do first?" Bob took Boopkins and said 'YOU FIGURE IT OUT WHILE ME AND HIM GO CHECK OUT THE GIFT SHOP." They zipped away as Meggy raised an eyebrow. "Uh...okay then?"

Bob rushed inside, shutting the door and turned to the small fish. "OKAY. IT'S TIME TO CASH IN ON THAT FAVOR YOU OWE ME." Bob blushed and looked away when he said that. "Bob...are you okay?" He covered his face with his blade and muttered "I...WANT TO GIVE A GIFT TO...BIRDO."

"Birdo!?"

"I CHECKED HER ACCOUNT AND SHE'S HERE IN PARIS. I'D REALLY LIKE TO ASK HER OUT ON A DATE." He expected Boopkins to ridicule and laugh at him, but the fish supported him like the good friend he was. "Absolutely I'll help!"

"REALLY? I MEAN I KNEW YOU WOULD SAY YES."

"Yeah! I have a few present ideas already."

"I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU PULL OUT YOUR ANIME CRAP-"

It was too late as Boopkins took out his box and opened the lid for them to be buried in strewnly drawn pictures and waifu pillows. "So this is my Miku pillow, I cuddle with her a lot. And this is my own original story for-"

"MAYBE THIS WAS A MISTAKE..."

Mr Puzzles wasn't sure what to do with all these people walking around. Usually, he knew how to address the big crowds, but after that big failure on screen for all the world to laugh at, he stuck out like a sore thumb. The only person he could get advice from now was Mario. He walked around whispering "Mario...Mario where are you?" The fat Italian sprang out of the bush that startled Mr Puzzles so badly that he fell over. "Don't do that!"

"Sorry TV guy, but Mario is spying on the gay couple." He took out some binoculars and pointed to the boys taking a picture together. "Why? Isn't that kind of boring?" Mario gave him an offended look and shot back "Hek no! Mario has been wanting to see them get together for years!"

"Well...I'm getting nervous with all these people gawking at me. Got any solutions?"

Mario rubbed his mustache until he offered "Wanna come spy on the boys with Mario?" He stared redundantly at the idiot before sighing and stepping into the bushes. "Ugh...make room."

The two sat there behind the bush. Mario kept happily smiling at him while Mr Puzzles avoided eye contact. Since the two of them said nothing after that, Mario shrugged and went back to his important business. Mr Puzzles was getting bored and eventually crawled over to join him. "Hand me the binoculars Mario. I want a turn." Mario pulled them away and said "No! These are Mario's! Get your own stinky!"

He started getting irritated as Mr Puzzles snatched them away and said "Quit being a brat! I just want to see them for a minute."

"Mario has been awaiting this forever! He basically created the ship!"

He reached out to take the binoculars back when Mr Puzzles stood up and dangled them, taunting Mario has he jumped up to reach them.

"Gimmee!"

"Ha look who's the shortie!"

"Stop teasing Mario!"

"What's wrong? Can't reach your toy little munchkin?"

Mario clenched his fists and tackled Mr Puzzles into the dirt as they tussled around. "Ah! I just cleaned that screen you brute!" Mario found the TV man's weakness as he stuck his gloves into the dirt and began wiping them on Mr Puzzles's screen. He spit the dirt off (not like it was effective or anything) and finally gave in. "Okay fine you win! Here!" He scrambled to grab the binoculars and tossed them to Mario. "Ha ha! Mario is number one!"

He swiped back his spying tool and smugly watched as Mr Puzzles wipes his cheek with his sleeve and dusted himself off. His digital cheeks puffed up as he said in an annoyed tone of voice "...You got my nice suit filthy you stupid idiot." He crouched down to Mario's level and rested his head on his hand, being forced to watch from afar. Just then, Luigi walked up, calling out for his brother. "Mario!? Bro where are you?" Mr Puzzles felt stress and panic settle over him as he jolted upwards. Mario started complaining "Hey! Mario was watching the gays! Get out of the way you-"

Mr Puzzles grabbed him and covered his mouth as Mario squirmed around. When he saw Luigi starting to look in their direction, he dove down into the bushes with the Italian. He nervously waited for Luigi to move on. "Hmmm...maybe Bob and Boopkins have seen him." Once the coast was clear, Mr Puzzles sighed and flinched when he looked down to see himself on top of Mario. He took his hand off as Mario pinched his nose and complained "Ewww you need to take a shower stinky!"

"Hush Mario! You're gonna give us away!"

"Nah. Smg4 and Smg3 are too caught up in their gay fantasies about each other to notice."

"No...I mean Luigi."

"Luigi? What's so important about that bum?"

Mr Puzzles stares blankly at him and starts counting off his fingers. "Okay first, he's your brother and second, he doesn't know about them yet."

"What? Smg4 and Smg3 being a couple?"

"No. My secret pasta recipe...OF COURSE SMG4 AND SMG3 YOU IDIOT!"

"Ooooo you have pasta!?"

Mr Puzzles facepalmed himself and slid his hand slowly down his face. He tried to dumb it down for Mario.

"Luigi, Bob, and Boopkins don't know about those two being boyfriends right?"

"Yep."

"And we know."

"Yep."

"We promised not to tell the others since they want to keep it private and if Smg3 found out we told Luigi he'd sell me for scraps and take away all your spaghetti."

"That makes sense to Mario."

"So zip your lip alright."

"What about spaghetti again?"

Mr Puzzles began twitching and his screen turned bright red. With no regard for the trouble he would possibly endure, he pounced on Mario.

"YOU DIMBULB! SHUT UP OR I'LL RIP YOUR ARMS OFF!!!"

Boopkins kept pointing to everything in the store and Bob just kept dismissing him.

"How about a bobble head?"

"NO."

"How about a t-shirt?"

"NO."

"Coffee mug? It says it's 1% off."

Bob's eyes changed into dollar signs before he shook himself out of it and sat down on the cold floor. "IT'S NO USE. WHY WOULD BIRDO EVER WANT TO BE WITH A LOSER LIKE ME?" Boopkins was surprised. He had never heard Bob doubt himself before. "That's not true Bob! Why would you think that?"

"BECAUSE SHE'S SO COOL AND PRETTY WHILE I'M JUST A HOBO IN RAGS WHO CAN'T EVEN COMPARE TO THE LIKES OF HER."

"Don't say that Bob!"

Boopkins sat down next to him and said "I think you are the coolest friend I've ever met. You started your own rap career and have really helped us over the years. I'm glad you are my best friend and Birdo will be really lucky to have you." Bob's eyes began to tear up as Boopkins handed him a tissue. "Sorry! I didn't mean to make you cry!"

"I-I'M NOT CRYING! Y-YOU'RE CRYING!" He took the tissue and quickly dabbed away the water from his eyes. "BUT...THANKS. YOU'RE NOT AS ANNOYING AS I THOUGHT." Boopkins offered him a hug as Bob quickly pulled away. "BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN I'M A HUGGER SICKO!"

Luigi soon walked in and said "Hey guys! Have you seen Mario? I haven't seen him since we got here." Boopkins shook his head and replied "I haven't. Sorry Luigi. Although, I haven't seen Mr Puzzles either."

"HOW THE HELL SHOULD I KNOW. THEY'RE PROBABLY SMOOCHING WITH EACH OTHER LIKE SMG4 AND SMG3!" Luigi started nervously panicking, saying "I'm not worried! Who said I'm worried? It doesn't bother me at all that Mr Puzzles is getting close to my brother."

Boopkins says "Here. We'll help you look. I'm sure it's fine." The three of them head outside the gift shop and just so happen to run into Tari and Meggy. "There you are. We were wondering where you ran off to." Meggy noticed two of their friends were missing. "Where's Mario and Mr Puzzles? We thought they were with you."

"We were just about to go looking for them. Where's Smg4 and Smg3?"

"Oh they're up at the monument. Let's ask them."

The crew went back up to the Arc de triomphe where the boys were giggling and teasing each other. They were about to lean in for a kiss when Meggy's voice startled them. "Hey you two! I had a feeling you were up here." Three huffed "Don't do that to me squid! You almost gave me a heart attack!"

"Sorry. Have you seen Mario or Mr Puzzles anywhere? We haven't seen them anywhere."

Three didn't bother to say anything, but Four said "I could have sworn I saw them come up here. Maybe they're-" Four didn't need to make an assumption because he then heard grunting sounds from the bushes. They all looked over to see some bushes shaking with the voice of a fat Italian and pissed off TV. "Found them." Three sarcastically pointed. Luigi became curious and walked up with the others. He pushed away the bushes and everyone jumped back to see Mario twitching while Mr Puzzles was trying to choke him.

"TOLD YA. SMOOCHING."

The two of them stopped and looked over at the others, who had busted them. Mr Puzzles quickly got up and said "Heyyyy we were just having a little fun here."

"UH HUH." Bob nodded his head seductively as Mr Puzzles blushed bright red and said "Ewww Bob! We weren't doing....whatever it was you were thinking about."

"Mr Puzzles was strangling Mario's neck!"

"Shut it Mario. You'll just make it worse." Mr Puzzles hissed. Three stared at him with suspicious eyes and asked "What were you even doing in there."

"KISSING EACH OTHER. WHAT DO YOU THINK THEY WERE DOING!? YOU'RE JUST AS FRUITY AS THEM."

"I am not fruity! Stop saying that!"

"Bob I'm sure this is just a misunderstanding." Meggy advocated.

"OPEN YOUR EYES SQUID. THEY WERE HIDING IN THE BUSHES BECAUSE THEY WANTED QUOTE UNQUOTE PRIVACY!"

"Wait...Mario and Mr Puzzles were kissing?"

Mr Puzzles couldn't handle this. The alleged "relationship" with Mario made his lose control of what he said next.

"NO MARIO! WE'RE NOT IN A RELATIONSHIP! AND NO WE WEREN'T KISSING BOB! MARIO WANTED TO SPY ON SMG3 AND SMG4 BECAUSE THEY ARE NOW DATING!!!"

Mr Puzzles immediately realized what he just said and covered his mouth with his hands. Everyone's jaw dropped and all eyes pinned right onto Three and Four. "Is...Is this true guys?" Boopkins asked. Both of them felt severely nerve racked as they knew there could be no excuse that could explain their behavior better than the truth. Four turned to Mr Puzzles and stuttered "H-How...How did you know about that?"

Mr Puzzles started backing up as he racked his brain for a way out of this. "I...I...well you two seemed more close than usual and some of the others might have known." Three swiveled his head and yelled "YOU TOLD OUR FRIENDS!? WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU DO THAT!?"

"No! It wasn't me! I swear!" He turned to the girls and said "They told me! Right Meggy!?" They turned to Three who was looking back at them with boiling rage, then back to Mr Puzzles. "No...we didn't." He looked to his last hope and pleaded "Mario! Please tell him!" The Italian felt the concern and slipped away to the group. "Sorry...Smg3 is pretty mean when he's angry."

Mr Puzzles felt so betrayed. His friends were pinning the blame on him and now he took all the credit for spoiling the news. Smg3 had heard enough. "YOU MEDLED IN OUR RELATIONSHIP, DRAGGED MARIO INTO SPYING ON US, AND TOLD EVERYONE WHEN YOU KNEW WE WEREN'T READY! I KNEW YOU HADN'T CHANGED!!!"

Mr Puzzles clasped his hands together and dropped to his knees to beg "No! I didn't mean to spy on you! And it just slipped out! Please believe me! I'm trying to change...honest!"

"FORGET IT! IF YOU LIKE MESSING WITH PEOPLE FOR YOUR OWN ENTERTAINMENT, THEN GO DO IT SOMEWHERE FAR AWAY FROM US! YOU ARE NO LONGER WELCOME! LEAVE!" Mr Puzzles raised a finger to say something, but gave up and hung his head. "Well...I hope you all enjoy the rest of your vacation without me."

He trudged off, looking for a new place to stay while Mario watched him walk away, sulking. Four stood there, shaken up from the whole experience. Three went over to check on him as his lover whispered "Why...why would he do this?" Three held him in his arms "I don't know. But I hope this doesn't change anything about us. I won't let that busted piece of crap harm you again."

...

Mr Puzzles walked down the streets in silence. He shivered from the cold, but he deserved to feel that chill down his back. "I guess I really do hurt people for my own selfish gains. I just wanted people to like me, but who could ever like a villain like me? Even Mario turned his back on me. What have I done?"

"What has Mario done?" He kept looking down the same direction that Mr Puzzles walked away from. What was he thinking? Letting Mr Puzzles take the fall for him. Sure he might have spilled the secret because his emotions got the better of him, but that didn't mean Mario didn't have something to do with this...sort of. He ran up to the girls and yelled "Meggy! Tari!" They stopped as Mario ran after them. He was so out of breath that he needed a minute. After dramatically wheezing a few seconds, he said "We really messed up! Mario convinced TV man to spy on the bois and you two told us about the gae."

"Hey!" Meggy retorted before Tari got between them and said "No no. We're all partly to blame. We should have just told the truth from the start." Meggy sighed and said "You're right. But what do we do now? Smg3 is still upset and Mr Puzzles is probably long gone by now!"

"Not for Mario!" He pointed to his nose and said "Mario's super sniffer can detect TV guy's scent in no time!" The girls blinked quizzically at him. "What? Mario knows all your scents. How do you think he knows where to find you?" Meggy wanted to say something, but replaced it with "Never mind. First thing's first, we owe some of our friends an apology."

...

Mr Puzzles was losing track of his surroundings. He didn't know what to do anymore. Losing his friends, no longer on top, alone and humiliated. It brought back those awful memories from childhood. Those screaming voices in his head echoed through his TV box.

Ha! Why would I ever be friends with a weirdo like you?

You're pathetic and such a disappointment. Why were you even born?

Can't you do anything then waste time in front of that stupid TV!?

"Stop it. Stop it! Just stop it!" His breathing increased as he caught himself on the edge of a building. These memories. This trauma. It was happening all over again. And it was made clear to him that it was all his fault.

"Smg4! Smg3!" They were about ready to head back to the hotel when Mario and the girls stopped them. "We need your help to find Mr Puzzles!"

"Why should we!? He exposed us and played us like fools!" Four nodded and said "I'm sorry...but I agree with Three." Meggy said "It wasn't his fault Three! Me and Tari noticed how close you were getting and figured out you were a couple. We didn't want to say anything because you wanted to keep it a secret but....we might have also told Mr Puzzles and Mario."

Tari continued. "We're very sorry! We should have came to you in the beginning, but Mr Puzzles is really trying and we have to get him back!" Four felt regret as he said "I...didn't know that. And it's okay that you didn't tell us. I just didn't want to rush it." Three still needed more convincing as he said "I'm still not looking for him. He brought this on himself." Mario stomped over to Three and yelled angrily "LISTEN HERE SMG3! YOU MAY NOT CARE ABOUT MR PUZZLES BUT MARIO DOES! NOW WE'RE GOING TO FIND HIM AND IF YOU'RE NOT COMING THEN MARCH YOUR FAT*** HOME!"

Three stood in shock and was even a little scared. "Dang Mario...I didn't know you could be so snappy." Four told him "I think we should do it Three. Everyone's given him a chance except you. Don't you think you should too?" He sighed and rubbed his temples as everyone awaited his answer. "Fine. I hate it when you lecture me like that Four." He gave him a grumpy look before softening and said "But that's why I love you honey~"

"Thanks. I love you too."

The crew decided to split up to look for him in pairs of two. They went around the city, calling out for Mr Puzzles, even Smg3. He didn't want to admit it, but Three was actually very worried for the TV man. However, the most concerned for their lost friend was Mario as he felt this was all his fault.

It was now night and Smg4 and Smg3 went down a dark alleyway that was just asking for some shady guy to pop out and ask the couple "Would you like some drugs?" Eventually, Three couldn't take the darkness anymore and took out his phone to turn on the flashlight. He waved it around before noticing Four looked a little tense and scared. Three took his hand and gave him a smile that Four soon returned.

Soon enough, they heard the sounds of crying and saw a strange shadow up ahead. Four began shaking again and stuttered "Is...Is it a m-monster?" Three pieced together the shape of the figure and slowly reached out to touch it, only for the thing to flinch and swivel it's head around. He quickly shined his cellphone light on it before the boys jumped back to see a sorrowful Mr Puzzles. His screen showed tear marks below his eyes and his clothes looked crusty. "Mr Puzzles!?" Four's fear vanished and he said with a concerned smile "We're so glad we found you. I'll tell our friends right now!"

He took out his phone and texted everyone in a group chat they had created that was titled "Missing TV Search" so they could keep the others posted. Everyone had a flood of questions, but Four summed it up that Mr Puzzles was alright and safe, just a little bent up from what happened earlier.

Three showed a little relief to see him as he got closer, but then the TV's expression changed and he turned back around, refusing to face the man who burst out at him. He mumbled "What are you doing here? Don't you have better things to do then come looking for me?" Three sighed and said "Look...I didn't mean to burst out at you like that." He looked back at him, unimpressed. "You've been insulting me all day."

"Touche."

Mr Puzzles swiveled around and said "Just leave me alone. I know you just want to pester me some more for what I did." Three started getting annoyed and raised his voice "We've been walking all over the city for you! Do you know how worried Mario is for you!? How worried our friends are!? How worried I was!?" Mr Puzzles stopped slouching and wiped his tears. "M-Mario is worried? And y-you were?"

"Yes! I know I said some stuff I regret back there, but that doesn't mean you have to go hanging out in a dirty alleyway!" Mr Puzzles felt himself tear up again when Four put his phone away and eyed the conversation. He came over and knelt down, not really knowing how to comfort him. Three didn't really know either. "No...This is where I belong. I can just stay here for the rest of my life. That way I won't be a burden to anyone!"

"You're not a burden to us!" Four said, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Not you...them." Three and Four looked at each other with confusion and then back at him. "Who's them?" Mr Puzzles croaked "My parents, those kids, everyone I ever knew in my childhood. That's why I didn't have friends. That's why I was so cruel and ambitious. That's why I watched TV all day. And that's why..." Mr Puzzles didn't dare finish his sentence and instead pointed to his TV head.

Four said "I'm so sorry you had such a tough childhood." Three was taken aback as well. It was just like when everyone assumed the worst in him. Now he was doing the same with Mr Puzzles. His eyebrows softened and he said "I...I'm sorry too. It wasn't your fault what happened back there." Mr Puzzles eyed him carefully as Three continued. "Mario and the girls told me what happened. You didn't mean to tell everyone. We were just putting too much pressure on you. I only overreacted because I love Four very much, but we're still getting used to being a couple."

"Awww honey~" Four gushed and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. Three cleared his throat and said "The point is, we...I think you really have changed and we want you to come back." Mr Puzzles sniffed and said "Really?" Three offered a hand and Mr Puzzles gladly took it, standing up. He tapped his index fingers and asked "So does this mean we're friends now?" Three offered his fist and Mr Puzzles exchanged the fist bump with him like he did with Mario. "Sure."

"There they are!"

The boys looked behind them to see the crew with relieved expressions. Mario pushed through and ran up to tackle Mr Puzzles in a great big hug. "TV man! Mario missed you so much!" He stood there in shock for a little until a small smile formed and he embraced the Italian back. Meggy spoke up next. "We're so relieved you're safe! You had us scared to death!" Luigi still felt a little uncomfortable seeing his brother showing affection towards Mr Puzzles, but he pushed it aside for the reason that the TV man was okay.

"Thank goodness you aren't hurt!" Tari said. Bob asked in a questionable tone "WHAT WERE YOU EVEN DOING IN THIS DUMP ANYWAY?" Mr Puzzles looked up from the hug and over to Smg3. "...Just reflecting." Mario cried into his chest "Mario is so so sorry he left you like that!"

"It's..oka-"

Mario then slid Mr Puzzles away and confessed to the boys "Mario was the one to convince TV guy to spy on you! Don't kick him out pleasseeee!" Three rolled his eyes and said "Relax Mario. We made up. He's not living on the streets." When Three said that, Mr Puzzles noticed how dirty his suit was. He didn't even really notice that much and that was saying something from the guy who cared a lot about his image.

Mario cheered and took Mr Puzzles by the hand, dragging him back to the hotel. "Mario can clean your stinky self without getting your TV wet. OOOOO and you can take Luigi's side of the bed!" The green Italian then burst out "What!? I never agreed to that!" He ran after them down the street, leaving the rest of them to witness what just happened. It was pretty late so they followed the goofy guys back to the hotel (how did Mario know which way to go). It seemed everything was back to normal.

...

As the boys settled into their bed, Four kept looking at the picture they took with a cute smile. Three was writing in his notebook, but still felt tense. "Four...I know this is all new for us and I don't blame you for being mad at me, but I just want you to know that I really do care about you." Four eyed him with perplexion. "I never said I was mad at you. Of course this is new for us, but that doesn't mean you did anything wrong." He looked down at his phone and said "I made some mistakes too. You're right. I should have just cherished the moments instead of trying to capture them all."

Three set his notebook down and stared at the wall in exhaustion. Four decided to put his phone away too and crawled over to rest his hands on Three's shoulders. "What are you doing?" He asked with accusation. "I'm cherishing the moment." He rubbed Three's shoulders softly as he soon eased into the touch. "I love you so much..." Four giggled and said "And I care about you even more." He then looked down to see Three sleeping on his chest. "Heh...cute." Four carefully got them under the covers while trying not to wake him up. It was nice for him to be the one comforting Three this time.

Chapter 17: Dancing Under The Stars

#smg4 #smg3 #smg34 #smg43 #smg4 x smg3 #tari #tsundere #love confession #luigi #mario #meggy #paris #romance #comedy #mr puzzles #marware

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Ficmas24 Day 10: Demon Jasper

And we're right back on track. Well, ficmas-wise. I'll let y'all know when my life begins to look less like a Collection of Clowns and Buffoons.

Tonight, we've got the bewilderingly popular Demon Jasper (I feel like maybe I flew too close to some Booktok tropes with this one, lol). The sequel actually has a pretty intense plot lined up, and some of that is kind of hinted at in this section. Demon Jasper loves an opportunity to Emote, so he went wild in this little section.

And we have one more night unfilled at this point, so the Ask box remains open. If there is any verse that hasn't had it's moment (or I've promised something and forgotten), now is your time to mention it. We've got 3some-verse and STLAU P.2 still to come, so any other 'verse than those.

I hope you enjoy and have a grerat night!

warning some very vague sexual content. We're here for the sexual vibes not the content tonight.

Over the weeks, the need to sleep haunts him. It’s something that makes him slow and sluggish, makes the darkness bubble up from that void in the back of his mind. He tries to put it off, tries to stay awake longer, pouring over the books that Alice acquires for him.

She watches, but stays silent. He hates that she’s so good at giving him space, at letting him dictate the rules and boundaries of their relationship. He wants someone who pushes and annoys and bothers him, so he can yell and rage and threaten. He wants to be able to scare her away from him.

He only gives in to sleep when his demon form seeps out uncontrollably, like ink spreading down his arms, and the cracks begin to form along his biceps and jaw. It’s his body demanding recovery, and it’ll break him into pieces to get what it wants if it must.

So he gives in.

He dreams of her almost every single time and he hates every moment of it.

Pale and beautiful and willing. Who kisses him like she’s begging him. He dreams of them tangled up in bed together; of tracing every joint on her body with his tongue as a vampire and as a demon. The picture his brain paints is glorious, of his black tongue lapping at the bone-white of her skin.

She doesn’t flinch away from his form in the dream. She begs him to come closer.

(He knows that it’s just the void in his being that summons these dreams. It’s like having a second thing living inside him, a shadow-self that knows every iota of him and uses it all against him.)

Alice breaks him in the dream. A pretty pout and whispered negotiations as she rolls her hips against his. Anything you want he tells her reverently, and the bloody runes of creation rise on her skin as soon as he agrees to remake her. There’s no pain in the dream, no horror; just all the blood that sustains her spilling from those wounds around them. It smells like her, like flowers and ink and tainted honey, beneath the metallic tang of blood.

She’s going to be perfect. She is perfect. She was always meant to be this creature. The devil in his head whispers reverently.

He closes his eyes as she moves above him, trying not to make a sound even when his hips stutter against hers. But her name slips out, a hiss of pleasure and relief and adoration. Alice.

“Jasper.” There’s an answer in a sigh of delight, her face buried against him before she pulls away, leaving him cold.

When he opens his eyes, she’s smirking down at him; eyes blackened and rotting outwards, her lips welling with blood as she rejects the change and begins to die. Three days of slowly curdling and breaking down until there’s nothing left and he has to burn her.

That’s when he wakes up, when the hopelessness feels like it’s choking him so bad it’s a noose around his neck. At the realization of his weakness and what the wreckage could look like. That anything he looks at, he’s going to destroy. That the evil and the power inside him, the thing that Maria made him into, will swallow everything and anything that might bring him peace whole.

He can’t look at Alice after those dreams. The shame is too much.

(Not just the change and the death. The way he pictures her bare and laughing in his bed; the way his mind has conjured up how they would touch each other, how eagerly she accepted his touch… it’s not right. She’s been good to him, she doesn’t deserve that kind of disrespect.)

“I keep dreaming of you being remade like me,” he says gruffly, and she freezes before carefully sitting down beside him. He’s still not used to the way she dresses at the house; when he still dwelt in human society, everyone was covered up. But Alice, she wears garments that leave her arms, legs and stomach bare unless she’s hunting. He hates that it’s so distracting to him; it’s like she’s walking around missing a layer of vital armor to protect her from the rest of the world. And he hates, so very much, the idea that she trusts him enough to let her guard down in such a way. That he’s someone she can show this version of herself to. He’s seen her dress and leave for hunting or to stock up on the few regular supplies they need. Jeans, sweaters, jackets, boots that give her a couple of extra inches. She looks like an entirely different creature, a different woman, when she goes out into the real world.

There’s a thin scar, shallow, on her right thigh. She teases at it for a moment, as they sit in silence.

“You don’t have to worry, Jas,” she says kindly, and he’s oddly touched at the use of a nickname. “I know it’s hard for you to believe me, but I don’t want that. I don’t need that. That’s never something I’m going to ask you for.”

He wants to believe her. But if there’s nothing else that he’s learnt over his long life, it’s that everyone has a price. Everyone has a point where they forget their ethics and morals and beliefs, and they finally say yes. It’s just that some people come cheaper than others.

“Every single time, it goes wrong,” he says, as if she hasn’t spoken. “Every single time, I watch you get remade and you are perfect, you are gorgeous, and you’re the only thing I want. That…that piece that’s missing, that every single cell in my body and my mind is determined to find.”

He hears her breath catch but he doesn’t acknowledge it. “It’s…sublime. And then I look at you and it’s… I’ve destroyed you. I got it wrong and you’re already going bad and I either have to watch you breakdown and go rabid and rotten for three fuckin’ days, or I put you down myself. Because it does go bad, Alice. There are the ones that don’t make it through the process, that don’t even make it fair enough to be changed.

"And then there are the ones that do, they hold it together long enough to become this but they’re all wrong. The darkness chews them up, there’s nothing left of them. I’ve put down more than a few people who ended up like that. Not just Maria’s people. Strays, forgotten bodies, abandoned projects. They aren’t meant to last longer than three days, but sometimes they hold themselves together. There’s no way to save them, you understand? They’re already dead, and it’s just… evil squatting in a corpse.”

Her hand rests gently against his, and he’s surprised it is actually comforting.

“Of all the people that have ever come looking for me, you are the only one that does not deserve that fate,” he finishes hoarsely.

“Oh, Jasper.” Alice is looking at him with wide eyes, and he can feel the sadness leaking out of her. She’s still holding his hand. “Did I ever tell you how I found you?”

“You told me that you left your family to find me,” Jasper looks at her, and maybe he shifts his hand and curls his fingers slightly to almost-hold onto her hand. She’s wearing a ring; silver with a blue stone. It’s a colour that he associates with her; many of her clothes are a similar shade.

“I did. It took me years. I had to do a lot of research because I couldn’t see you and I didn’t know how to use my gift to find you. Thirty years of going from place to place, looking for a clue to find you. Anyone who knew me before would be shocked that I could live out of one bag for that long, somewhere the Cullens have all my things in storage.” She smiles at that to herself. “I went everywhere, and it led me to two places - the Vatican, where I wasn’t even going to attempt to gain access. I couldn’t even see if I would find what I was looking for, which makes me very curious about what they have in those archives.

“And Volterra.”

He tenses at that, dread sinking in. Volterra.

“Aro kept me busy for years and had a surprising amount on the subject of demons. A lot of them were partial accounts, especially around the rituals of creation and summoning.” Alice let out a sigh. “But the anthropological information was thorough. I know about the rituals and how badly they can go. I know that there is a level of fear, a level of pain, a level of evil I cannot comprehend. But you cannot surprise me with the depths of what you are. I know. And I was never afraid, because it wasn’t my world and it’s never going to be my world - ever since I woke up, I’ve never, ever seen myself as a demon. Even after I found you, that vision has never changed. You have me as I am. I have you as you are. That’s how it’s going to be, and I don’t care how long it takes you to understand that.”

She rests her head against his shoulder for a moment.

“Thanks for calling me gorgeous.” The strand of mischief runs through her, and he scoffs.

“You’re a monster, that’s what you are.”

“But your monster.” She looks up at him, her eyes a burnished amber colour, and her lips twisting into a playful smirk.

And that’s it. That moment with her smiling at him. That’s his girl, his sublime horror, his missing piece. The girl who will kiss him like the only man she’s ever seen in her life, who lets him sweep her into his arms and his bed and never flinches at the sight of his monstrosity.

It feels like, in that moment, the world has cracked open and he doesn’t know what to do. She doesn't have to be anything more than she is to be that missing piece, if you let her.

It felt easier to hate her and mistrust her than it does to love her.

He sees it out of the corner of his eye; his second-sight, the one that only usually kicks in when he’s transformed. Just for a second, but it was enough to make his blood run cold.

Alice, stretching as she walks through the house, her t-shirt riding up a few careless inches. And it’s there, a wound (time is ephemeral in his second-sight; it could be past-present-future. It simply Is.) A wound from one of his kind, incisors having sunk into her side. The bite is easily as wide as his hand, the scars dead and angry grey, with venom seeping outwards in black strands.

The sight is gone in a second and Alice is fine. She hasn’t noticed anything.

(She wouldn’t See it coming either; the shape of the incisors means someone on the spectral side of the demon pantheon, who are known for their ability to hide. He doesn’t understand how one of them would get close enough to her to bite like that. They aren’t easily provoked, something Alice says or does… or knows will trigger their rage.)

His chest feels tight. It won’t kill her, he knows that - he won’t allow it. But she’s going to suffer. She’s going to be hurt. And he has no idea how to stop it.

#ficmas24 #my fic: demon jasper #alice cullen #jasper hale #jalice #demon/vampire #just going to casually make the vatican a place of enormous relevance and the source of evil for shits and giggles #jasper: oh no i caught feelings that might be made a problem for future jasper instead of me #not at ALL casually wondering if resume can be made the antichrist sacrifice in this fic AT ALL

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topazshadowwolf · 1 year ago

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Will Lyra still be helping out with the boys when they’re older or…?

does dream know?

HNBD Lyra considers the boys Nightmare's sons. Regular FuzzyNight Lyra knows the boys are Nightmare's sons and figures she is adopting them into her life by forming a relationship with her NightStar. Gooptales Lyra let Nightmare play the single father of a group of small children for a while, but no more. She will stay and help him raise his boys and continue to stay with him long after they are adults again. She will be their mother. ... And will likely cry when they first call her "mom."

As for Dream...

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Nightmare stood outside of the cottage, permission to be in the OmegaTimeline given by Core when Lyra asked. It was a surprise visit. One that Lyra set up without telling Dream that he would be there. Also, without telling the positive skeleton there were four tiny skeletons with them.

Not that Dream was unaware of the condition of his... his sons... But the Guardian of Positivity was not informed on how they went from henchmen who acted like sons to just... sons. Nor, were the children aware they had an uncle. An Uncle that Lyra was insisting the children needed to get to know.

She knocked on the door as Nightmare shifted, unsettled about being here after... well... that day. Each tiny skeleton child with them was held off the ground and protectively by a tendril. He could feel Dust's subtle breathing as he slept, Killer's excited wiggling, Horror's stillness as he passively watched, and Cross's hand as he gently petted the limb holding him. Nightmare was about to back down when the door opened.

"Lyra," Dream greeted with a smile, but he then paused as he looked at Nightmare. "And Nighty... I will be honest, I did not think I would see your... well... them again."

Nightmare folded his arms and frowned, "I had not planned on you seeing them either." A light elbowing from Lyra made him sigh and add, "But I know I can not hide them away forever... And as my... as they are mine, Lyra has reminded me that they also become part of your family." After a moment, Lyra nudged Nightmare one more time, and he knew what she wanted him to say. With a long-suffering sigh, Nightmare finally added, "And... they may benefit from having their... Uncle Dream in their lives."

Dream's eye sockets and eyelights grew, stars forming within as he struggled to contain his aura as he was filled with annoying positive emotions. "I'm an uncle?" He asked, excitedly, then quickly moved, "I am sorry, please, come inside."

---

As the children play with Blue and Stretch, their self-declared cousins, Nightmare would explain what happened. Dream would have the scientists he knows there look into finding a cure too, but no luck. They reach the same conclusion as Sci.

Still, Dream is more than happy to watch the boys for a while... just a while. They are a handful! An adorable handful, but no wonder Lyra and Nighty bring them over now and then. One, they are trying to build a relationship and need to have a moment to themselves now and then, aka date nights (Dream hopes he is invited to the wedding). Two, at times, the two need a chance for a good long, sleep. A good rest in which they don't have to worry about kids waking up before them and getting into mischief.

And the best part of being an uncle? Spoiling the kids and then shipping them back off home to their parents once they start to get unruly.

#growing up gooptales #gooptales #nightmare!sans #dadmare #dream!sans #Lyra!toriel #Balance!toriel #FuzzyNight

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sofiawonders · 2 days ago

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𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘖𝘯𝘦

by @sofiawonders

Two Hours Before

I haven’t had my first kiss, and I’m 21, which normally wouldn’t bother me—until my cousin starts bragging about it and the whole family chimes in with things like, “Chica, y tú? ¿Cuándo te das un beso?” or “Lo que necesita es un novio.” It gets pretty annoying after a while. It’s not that I don’t want to experience it—it just hasn’t happened yet. I guess it could be that I have high standards, maybe because I’m always buried in a book, dreaming of the day I meet my own Peeta Mellark or Aaron Blackford. I’ve always romanticized the feeling of falling in love—the eye contact, the butterflies, the smiles, the little flirty moments—things I dream about but have never really experienced.

I find it kind of ironic that all my friends come to me for advice on love, even though I haven’t been through it myself. My mom likes to joke that it’s because I was born on February 14th—“El día de los enamorados”—and that I was a gift of love to spread love.

“So, Monica, would you help me get him something? I have no idea what to buy, and it's our first anniversary!” my cousin exclaimed, frustration evident as she paced back and forth through my messy room.

“You’re asking me, as if I’ve been the one dating him,” I shot back, munching on a chocolate strawberry.

“You read romance books and watch movies with cheesy plots,” she retorted.

“You watch them, too, so stop criticizing my taste, chica.”

She let out another frustrated grunt and plopped herself down in the middle of my room. It was then I remembered I needed to clean up all the discarded cardboard and miniatures from my final project.

“Could you please not get your snot on my materials? I’d really appreciate that,” I said, standing up from my one and only love—my bed—and walking over to her to save my stuff from her dramatic self.

“For an interior design student, you sure have a messy, ugly room,” she teased.

I gasped dramatically. “I’ll have you know, I’ve been going through a rough finals week. I haven’t had time to care about what my room looks like.”

“But you had time to watch 27 Dresses,” she shot back with a smirk.

“Deja de joder”

So, listen—I’ve probably watched 27 Dresses more than a couple of times... okay, maybe three, but that’s beside the point. It actually helps me concentrate while I work. I love that movie more than I love myself, and I’m pretty sure I can quote it by heart. Can you blame me? Not only is it hilarious, but I also see a bit of myself in the main character. She prioritizes others over herself, works hard to achieve her goals, and believes in romance with all its drama. Kind of like how I am before I find my own love story. Always the bridesmaid, never the bride.

The truth is, I might have watched it a few too many times instead of, you know, decorating my room or getting rid of all the old stuff I’ve had since childhood. I have a vision for how I want it to look—it’s just that I haven’t had the time to fully commit to it yet.

“I don’t know what to get him. I want to give him something meaningful, not just random stuff I find at the local store from down the street,” she says, sitting up and hugging her knees.

I sigh, then sit in front of her. “Okay, then,” I begin. “Tell me about what he likes. What was the first place you two met or went on a date?”

I hug my knees just like her, waiting for her to respond.

“Andrea, háblame para ayudarte,” I say softly. Talk to me so I can help you.

“I honestly feel so lucky to have him. He’s incredibly passionate about music, and it’s like it’s a part of who he is. Watching him get lost in a song or share new music with me just makes me love him more. He’s so kind, always thinking of others, and he knows how to make me feel special every single day. I know I can count on him no matter what—he’s the most loyal person I’ve ever met. And the way he values his family? It just makes me admire him even more. He’s always there for them, and that warmth and care extend to me, too. I can really see a future with him—he’s everything I’ve ever wanted in a partner.” The way she talked about him was so beautiful it almost made me jealous of how someone can mean so much with just being them, I admire that.

“Okay, well… that was deep,” I tilt my head. “But amazingly beautiful—”

“That's because you're a hopeless romantic,” she said, teasing.

“¿Te callo yo o te callas tú?” I said, my tone playful but sharp.

“As I was saying before someone interrupted me—” I gave her a sidelong glance. “I might know how to make a small vinyl cardboard craft where you can write your favorite songs on top. Or, you could also make a scrapbook about him?” I say it more as a question. “What I mean is, you could include different pictures of him with important moments from his life—things he values, like family moments, hanging out with friends, his passion for music... and, of course, you! Duh.”

She nods as she thinks about the ideas I gave her

“In the end, it doesn’t really matter what you give him, as long as it’s from the heart. And besides, the guy is head over heels for you—I'm sure he’ll love whatever you get him.” I reassure her

A bright smile on her face shows “I think that’s a great idea. Gracias, Moni”

“Always and forever,” I reply with the same smile. “I have to head to the store this afternoon to grab some materials for an upcoming project. If you want, you can tag along and I'll help you with getting the material”

“Dale”

One Hour Before

It's a bad idea to come to the store with Abuela and Andrea—not because I don’t enjoy being with them, or because Abuela takes forever checking out every item on the shelves, or because Andrea randomly disappears and then comes back with some random thing asking if she should buy it, as if I’m the one who’s gonna pay for it. No, those aren’t the real reasons I should have rethought my decision when they first said, "We should find Moni a novio" as soon as they got into my car. Big red flag there, screaming ABORT, ABORT, but nope—now I'm stuck with these two metiches.

"Mira, 'buela, I think he looks charming," Andrea said, with a so-so look on her face. "Uy, no, Andrea, se ve... no!" Abuela exclaimed, shocked.

I could hear them talking behind me as I was looking for cardboard and glue in the craft aisle.

"I brought you two here because, for one, I need help finding materials for my living room project for class, and two, because you—" I turned to Andrea and pointed at her. "—need material for your jevo," then I looked at Abuela. "And you said you needed ingredients for the coquito and tres leches."

My grandma smacks her lips while swaying her hands back and forth.

“We’re just playing, Moni, don’t be so serious. We’ll help you, and then we’ll help firecrackers over here with her love life situation.”

I hear my cousin dramatically gasp, which makes me let out a soft giggle. My sweet grandma continues, patting my back in that familiar, loving way.

“What class is your project for? So I know what to look for,” she asks in our mother tongue.

"In my design class," I started, "we were assigned to create a living room with a modern vintage vibe. I’ve still got some paper and fabric swatches at home, but—" I glanced at the miniature house figures. "I’m stuck on picking the furniture and colors."

Both Andrea and Abuela nodded in understanding, scanning the shelves for inspiration.

"Do you have, like, a mood board or whatever you call it?" Andrea asked, looking through a shelf of paint samples.

"Yeah, both terms mean the same thing," I said, pulling out my phone to show them the mood board I'd put together.

Based on my mood board, I've designed a modern-vintage living room (12ft x 18ft) that blends earthy olive green, chestnut brown, and beige tones to create a cozy yet stylish atmosphere. The space features a green velvet mid-century sofa paired with a walnut coffee table, while oak shelves display a collection of vinyl records. Framed album covers, retro brass lighting, and soft throws in mustard and plaid add warmth and character. Dark hardwood floors and a patterned rug tie the look together, balancing vintage charm with modern comfort.

Andrea frowned, confused, as she analyzed my board, while my grandma was admiring some very nice, I must say, miniature sofas that paired perfectly with my vision.

“¡Anormal! Esto no es un board,” she said. Was she shocked? Surprised? Annoyed? It was hard to tell. “This is a whole plan! You’ve got the whole thing down. Why are you complaining that you don’t know what to do?!”

My grandma pinched Andrea’s side to stop her from talking so loudly. “Andrea, baja la voz. We’re not in the park, Zangana.”

could hear her scoff softly. “Fine,” she mumbled, which made me chuckle a bit.

Yes, I know I said it was a bad idea to come to the store with them, since they can be a little extra and start trying to play matchmaker. But I won’t lie—when they mentioned that guy earlier, I have to admit, he was quite… charming? That’s the word Andrea used. But my love story is already written, and sooner or later, it will come true. I just have to be patient and wait for the right moment. Either way, it’s always fun going anywhere with them because we always have a blast together. Whether we're scaring Grandma until she hits us with whatever she can find or embarrassing Andrea by pretending to fart next to strangers, I always know it’s going to be a good time with them.

Anytime Now

We got everything surprisingly quickly, including Andrea's materials for her boyfriend's anniversary gift, and even added a few extra things to the list. But, hey, it never hurts to buy a few snacks for later. We walked back to the car, and it was probably around 7:30 p.m.—maybe? Anyway, I opened the trunk so Andrea and I could load the groceries in while my grandma went to start the car.

But somehow, I had this gut feeling that something was going to happen—not a bad feeling, but just something that made my hand tremble a bit. Weird, I thought to myself, but I shrugged it off as I walked the grocery cart back to the corral. Andrea had already closed the trunk and sat in the backseat.

I walked back to the car, sat down in the passenger seat, and glanced at my grandma. She had this determined, almost mischievous look on her face.

“You both wanna have a good laugh?” she asked, rolling down my window.

“Sure?” we replied, both puzzled by her sudden question.

She turned toward my side of the car and waved her hand. “Hey, kid!” she yelled out to someone.

I turned to see who she was talking to and came face-to-face with the "charming guy" Andrea and my grandma had been whispering about earlier. And, of course, his car was parked right beside us. Great.

“Are you single? Because she is,” my grandma said with a bright smile, pointing directly at me.

The charming guy leaned on my window, locking eyes with me. I could hear him chuckle, "Yeah, I'm single." His voice was warm—no, calming—like the kind of voice you could listen to for hours, discussing the most random topics. FOCUS, MONICA!

I swear, my heart stopped. I couldn’t remember how to breathe. My grandma had just asked a stranger about his relationship status—for me? Or just for the sake of a good laugh? I could hear Andrea gasp softly in shock while I sat there, frozen, with nowhere to hide.

I wanted to cry from embarrassment, but there was no way I was going to tear up—not now, not in front of him. Instead, I quickly covered my face and slid down in my seat, as though doing so would make me disappear.

"But I’m not looking for a relationship at the moment," he said politely. "But you are beautiful, so don't hide." He directed the last part at me. All I could do was nod out of sheer embarrassment and give him a thumbs-up with a mumbled, "Thank you."

I needed the ground to swallow me up, to make me disappear from this moment. Better yet, God, I think it's time for me to leave. I didn’t care what it took. I just needed to get out of there—and now.

#own writing #own post #original character #lost in translation #puerto rico #japan #discover #writers on tumblr #own writer

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chloe-spade · 1 year ago

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The Glass Slipper Chapter 3: The Prince is giving a ball

Malleus gasps as the bell from above the castle wakes him up from his slumber, on the same desk he has been at. He glared at the clock from his desk and groggily shuts his blinds.

"Such a killjoy," he muttered to himself, "waking me up on such a dull day. Like my grandmother, you order me around. Get up, Malleus, or else you will be late for something that may not be important to me, as per usual. I was having a pleasant dream, too. Dancing with Cater…such a wonderful dream that was. Maybe I can find him in town today?"

He looked back at the desk and took a piece of paper, the letter he wrote for Cater. He quickly puts it in a nice envelope and went to his bathroom to freshen up.

"Good morning, Master Malleus," called Sebek, "How was your sleep?"

"Quite pleasant," Malleus answered, "I never had such a loving dream in my years on this earth. Well, I never thought what love was like either, but now I start to see it. Now I am ready to find and meet him today with the letter that I have given him."

"Such a perfect idea, Prince Malleus!" Praised Sebek, "I'm sure he will adore the gift that you have given him! I would be ashamed if he didn't like it."

"Sebek, I have no doubts of my mind that he will adore the letter. But should I do a small approach? Small enough that no one notices a prince such as myself?"

Malleus stared at himself in the mirror, clearly nervous about meeting up with Cater once again as he walk out of the washroom. He looked back at the mirror and gave himself an awkward smile before sighing in defeat.

✨

Who am I?

A far-from-perfect guy

A bum who wants to do what’s right

But often does what’s wrong

A kid whose voice is way off key

But loves to sing a song

A guy who dreams like a lion

But wakes up like a lamb

Me, who am I?

But the guy

I am

That’s

Whom

✨

As Malleus walked out, Sebek made an alert about Malleu's arrival, as so every morning.

✨

His Royal Highness

Malleus Draconia

Slayer of dragons

Pitiless to ogres

Destroyer of griffins and giants

No friend to gargoyles

Nice to the needy

Sportsman and poet

A guy who dreams like a lion

But wakes up like a lamb

Who am I

But the guy I am

He's our hero

Such perfection

He’s the kind of guy

Who we'd all like to be

What's the use of

Self-reflection?

Church bells will ring

When you are king

People will sing

There is no one quite like

✨

Malleus sighs as he was thrown every type of praise that goes to him. It's hard to be a picture-perfect prince, just like your parents are before you, but Malleus wasn't perfect, far from it honestly.

✨

Who am I?

A far from perfect guy

A jerk who wants to do what’s right

But often does what’s wrong

A drip whose voice is way off key

But loves to sing a song

A guy who dreams like a lion

But wakes up like a lamb

Me, who am I

But the guy I am

That’s whom

That’s

Whom

✨

At that moment, he wanted to rush to the throne room, wanting to ignore those around him. All the praises he viewed as unnecessary when most titles often do not describe Malleus. If he were to describe himself, Malleus would be a shy, maybe awkward prince who is never great at social interactions, far from the confident prince he's been told about in books by his grandmother.

✨

His Royal Highness

Malleus Draconia

Slayer of dragons

Pitiless to ogres

Destroyer of griffins and giants

No friend to gargoyles!

Nice to the needy

Sportsman and poet

Swordsman, statesman

Nifty dancer

Sailor of the oceans

Surveyor of the mountains and valleys

He’s a prince

What a guy! What a guy!

He’s a plain and simple

Complicated fascinating guy!

What a guy!

Ha!

✨

Malleus closes the door behind him to let out an annoyed sigh.

"What is the matter, Malleus?" His grandmother asked, "Overslept again?"

"Ah, don't be like that," Lilia laughs, "perhaps you've been writing to your little crush you have met, Malleus?"

"Pardon?"

"Not in front of Grandmother, Lilia," Malleus sulked, "you know how she thinks about common folk. She would not approve."

"Oh, don't be like that," Lilia laughs, "I have already told her about the new crush you have in your life. Your very first crush, Malleus, and that is a milestone in itself."

"I am surprised you are in love with a common man, however, I do not plan to interfere unless I have to. But you do know that today is an important day in itself, do you, Malleus?"

"The ball announcement. I know. But do we have to make a special announcement for it?"

"Lord Lilia, I want you to tell this to all," The queen spoke up, arising from her chair, "His Royal Highness, Malleus Rupert,"

"Is saying my full name truly necessary, Grandmother?" Malleus groaned to himself, "How embarrassing."

"Windemere, Vladimir, Karl Alexander, François Reginald, Lancelot…Herman…"

"Herman?" Echoed Silver and Sebek.

"Herman.."

"Gregory Draonica is giving a ball!"

✨

Malleus was incredibly embarrassed as he began to depart to the village, watching Lilia ready to announce the ball. Malleus couldn't care about the ball, but his grandmother is a stubborn woman and he curses himself for not standing up to her in times like this.

"Lilia.."

"Sorry, I am under the control of your grandmother," Lilia grins, "But maybe Cater may hear the news."

"Gods, I hope not.." Malleus mumbled.

Lilia grins as he stood in the heart of the village, alerting the townfolks and making the announcement.

✨

Now is the time

The time to act

No other time will do!

Live and play your part

Don't give away your heart

Don't take what the world gives you

Now is the time

The time to live

No other time is real!

Yesterday has gone

Tomorrow is a guess

Today you can see and feel

For you can't just wait

To be served by fate

On a silver plate or a tray

Now is the time

The time of your life

The time of your life is today

✨

"A ball?" gasped a woman.

"The prince is giving a what?" an old lady asked, trying to listen.

✨

The Prince is giving a ball

Hear ye!

A ball and that's not all!

The Prince is giving a ball

Hear ye

His Royal Highness

Malleus Rupert

Draconia is giving a ball

✨

"He's giving a ball?" Gasped the townsfolk, "How exciting!"

"I know!" Lilia cheered.

✨

The Prince is giving a ball!

The Prince is giving a ball

The Prince is giving a ball!

Now is the time!

The time to act

He's giving a ball

No other time will do

The Prince is giving a ball

✨

"He's giving a what?" A woman gasped from the window.

"A ball!" cheered a man, "An actual ball!"

✨

Now is the time

The time to live!

No other time is real…

The Prince is giving a ball

But…

Shh … He's giving a ball!

The Prince is giving a… ooh!!

His Royal Highness

Malleus Rupert

Windemere, Vladimir

Karl Alexander

François Reginald

Lancelot Herman

Herman?

Herman!

Gregory Draconia

Is giving a ball!

The Prince is giving a what?

The Prince is giving a ball!

His Majesty

Has this decree:

To attend the ball, all one requires is an invitation and suitably fashionable attire!

And, the Prince shall choose a woman from the ball to be his bride.

That means ANYONE can be the Queen!

✨

The woman giggles to themselves as they immediately entered the dress shop to get ready for the upcoming ball, including the two ladies, Elise and Astrid, moving around the most frantically, with poor Cater following them but he was pushed around instead.

✨

So will he want a taller girl

Or will he want a stronger girl

Or will he want a smaller girl

The Prince is giving a ball!

I wish I were a bolder girl

I wish I were a younger girl

I wish I were an older girl

The Prince is giving a ball

✨

Cater could only sigh as he watched the people bounce and dance with excitement as he thought about Malleus and dancing at the ball. But he kept reminding himself that it'll be impossible.

✨

I've wished a lot of things

I don't wish anymore

But now I wish a lot of things

I've never wished before

I wish I had I wish -

I wish I could

I wish I might I wish -

I wish I would

I wish I were invited I wish -

To the Prince's Royal Palace ball! Ooh -

✨

Cater gasped as he was pushed again, but what was saved by Malleus once again. He could hear Malleus chuckle from the experience, with Cater groaning in embarrassment.

"Malleus..!" Cater gasped in a silent voice, "What are you doing here? People will see you and you know how they will react if they do," Cater looked around but couldn't take Malleus's arms off his waist.

"What if I wanted to see you?" Malleus asked, "What if I wanted to see your beautiful eyes? Your cute smile? Anything about you."

"Then you must be really brave," Cater laughed, "to be near someone like me without fear of your reputation."

"I wouldn't care about those when I see you, Cater, and I came with a special delivery, just for you," Malleus whispered, "and I would think that you may love it."

Malleus quickly gave Cater a beautiful emerald green and gold letter with the Draconia family sigil printed onto it. Cater felt bad that his dirty hands touched such a beautiful letter.

"You should read it when you are alone," Malleus whispered with a grin, "I don't want you to be mauled by these ladies around us. But please take this as a personal invitation to the ball. I would love to see you there."

Cater was breathless but gave Malleus a nod.

"I be there, I promise," Cater grins as he takes the letter and puts it in his pocket, despite the protest of the mice inside it.

Malleus notices and laughs. "Are these your friends?"

"Yeah," Cater gulped, "Is that bad?"

"Oh no," Malleus laughs again, "One of my knights is an animal whisperer himself. He often saves little mice such as them, and talks to the birds that fly high above. I should introduce you someday."

"I would love that," Cater sighs.

"Unfortunately, I must depart before Lilia notices that I am gone," Mallues lamented, "But I'll look foward to seeing you at the ball."

Cater nodded as he watched Malleus disappear into the crowd, and his mind was swooning once again.

"Wait…Lilia?!"

✨

He's giving a ball

The Prince is giving a ball!

Now is the time

The time to act

We hear ye

But the Prince is giving a ball

Now is the time

The time to live

We hear ye

But His Royal Highness

Malleus Rupert

Draconia is giving a ball

…is giving a ball

His Royal Highness

Malleus Rupert

Windemere Vladimir

Slayer of dragons

Karl Alexander

Destroyer of Gargoyles

François Reginald

Sportsman and poet

Lancelot Herman

Herman?

Herman!

Gregory Draconia

Is giving a ball

The Prince is giving…

The Prince is giving a ball!

The Prince is giving…

The Prince is giving a ball!

The Prince…

Is…

Giving…

A ball!

A royal ball

He's giving a ball!

The Prince is giving a ball!

✨

Cater sighed as he closed the door to the mansion. He felt overwhelmed by the Royal Ball announcement and the loud squeals and shrieks of Elise and Astrid around the foyer about the ball.

Cater sighed to himself as he began to put the boxes and bags into the respective rooms again, letting the mice wander down to the kitchen, apparently because Ruggie was too hungry to wait for Cater to make lunch for them.

As they entered the kitchen, the familiar snores of Pom-Pom filled the mice's ears, filling them with fear.

Ace looks around, "Remember, don't wander around. Pom-Pom's a smart kitty cat, and a vicious one," he walks back and forth, "Deuce, this one for you, and that is the cat will eat you if you are spotted."

"I think I get the gist," Deuce gulped.

It didn't stop Ruggie was completely eating a big loaf in front of him, his munching causing small stires with Pom-Pom.

"You should be at least quiet when you eat," Riddle muttered, "lest you want us to get eaten."

Ruggie eats every piece of crumb that the bread leaves, ignoring the others. He looked over and saw the greedy eyes on Pom-Pom, licking her lips and ready to pounce.

"Uh oh! It's Pom-Pom…" Ruggie gasped, alerting the others, "She's here!"

"Outside! Go! Go! Go!" Ace ordered, directing the others outside, with Pom-Pom quickly following behind them, trying to claw at them at every chance she gets. "Why do you always have to eat so loudly, Ruggie?"

"She keeps getting faster every day!!" Ruggie complained. "Split!!" Everyone went in different directions, leaving Pom-Pom to wander, but she followed Ace.

But Pom-Pom often forgets that Ace is clever. He knew to jump on chickens, watching how Pom-Pom collided with the chickens, hissing towards Ace.

"Haha! Not my first rodeo!" Ace cheered before running into a hole in the chicken coop. He kept running until he met up with the others, who found themselves in the house.

"How often was this?" Deuce panted.

"Every time she sees us or," Riddle answered, "when Ruggie decides to be hungry as a horse."

"Hey, at least we keep Pom-Pom occupied for the time being," Kalim smiles, "let's find a way to escape now."

"Perfect!"

By the time they left the kitchen, they saw Cater sweeping the patio.

"Let me guess, you have to deal with Pom-Pom again?" Cater sighs, "I figured so. You guys are always in trouble with that cat."

"It's not our fault that Ruggie wanted to eat so much." Ace pouted.

"Um, excuse me?" Called an uncertain voice, causing a jump from everyone.

They see a man, who looked confused. But the uniform did help Cater understand who he was, and the birds that flew above him.

"Oh, you're one of the knights of the kingdom, right?" Cater asked, walking over. "Malleus had spoken of you before when we met in town."

"Oh, he has?" the knight spoke up, "I suppose that makes this meeting easier. Malleus has requested me to personally give you an invitation to the ball that he has made himself in honor of you. However, I have been told that you live with three others so I have other invites for them as well."

He hands Cater the invitations, 3 standard ones and one painted green and gold, with Cater's name engraved.

"So, he knows where I…?" Cater questioned.

"No, but my father does for some reason. So, he gave me these and told me to walk here."

"What's your name? If I'm allowed to ask?" Cater asked.

"Silver," he spoke, "I'm one of Malleus's personal knights, and as one I should thank you for making Malleus so happy." Silver smiles, "It's nice to hear him talk so fondly about you."

"I didn't think I would create an impact on someone like him," Cater blushes, "I mean, I'm…me."

"That shouldn't matter. If you're happy thinking about Malleus, thinking about love, the last thing that should matter is status." Silver says, "Don't worry about what everyone says, it's your opinion and nothing else." He smiled and waved at him, "I'll see you and maybe your little mice friends at the ball tomorrow." Cater watched as Silver left, bluebirds following him.

"Woah…he's…like an angel in some regards." Cater shrugs, "And Malleus's right, bluebirds do tend to follow him around."

Cater gulped as he looked back into the house. He sighs and looks at the invitation before hiding in his pocket and picking up the mice.

"Keep out of sight and no squeaking," Cater whispered as he puts them into his pocket and walks inside the mansion.

Cater gripped his broom as he walked up to the music room door, cringing softly at the tone of Astrid's voice but he could tell that Elise's music was more pleasing to hear for his ears. With hesitation, he knocked on the door, hearing the music abruptly stop instantly.

"It better be important," Roselind hissed, "Come on in, Cater."

Cater took a moment before opening the door.

"Pardon the interruption," Cater started, "A royal mailman has come by and has sent us the invitation to the-"

"ROYAL BALL!" Gasped Astrid and Elise as they rushed over trying to grab, well, almost ripping the invitation out of Cater's hands, basically fighting for it.

Cater managed to step back from them and looks over at Roselind with an awkward expression.

Roselind gasped and took one. She turned over to Mika and Astrid, "Girls! Girls! Cease this fighting at once and listen!"

The girls, who were fighting, stopped immediately and their mother's voice roared at them. "Yes, Mother," both girls moped in unison.

"Listen! Prince Malleus Draconia is hosting a ball tomorrow night to find a bride, to be his queen! This is such a perfect opportunity for you both," Roselind commented with a grin, "You two must look beautiful for tomorrow!" She turns over to Cater, "Cater, you will ensure that my daughters will look gorgeous at the ball, right?"

Cater gulped and responded, "Y-yes Ma'am! I will make sure that they'll have a great dress for the ball."

Roselind gave a pleasant smile. "I knew I can count on you."

✨

The next afternoon was about shopping, for fabrics, shoes, and jewelry, more stuff for Cater to hold. It was quick to put everything away and because of this, Roselind did grant Cater a break, but only for a small while.

Cater was resting on his bed and looked at the personal letter and the personal invite that Malleus had created for him. Both are different from each other, with one more having a personal touch with Malleus's mark on it.

Dear Cater,

I hope your night was just as remarkable as your beauty. As the ball grew closer, the more excited I became to see you and dance with you. I never thought I'd fall in love with anyone, but as soon as I met you, I realized and now I cannot stop thinking about you. It is cliche, I know, but these are words in my heart that speak toward you. I hope you can try to write back or wait until we meet in person, I do not mind either way.

Have a lovely day, my diamond, and may we see each other soon

Sincerely, Malleus Draconia

"And the ball's…tonight night."

Cater sighed and walks over to the window, which allowed him a beautiful view of the royal castle. He felt so scared, just staring at the castle in front of him. He could only scoff as he reached the windows to close them but he couldn't.

"What's a royal ball anyway," Cater questioned, "Full of people, dancing, and hoping the prince will take you as a bride. How frightful, how scary but…It would be so wonderful. Just one day to myself to be happy once again."

Kalim, Ace, Riddle, Deuce, and Ruggie sat by the window, looking up at Cater.

"Having self-doubts?" Kalim asked.

"More than that, Kalim," Cater gulped, "Look at me…all full of rags, and all the dirt in the world. Cleaning everything in the house without putting my foot down for once because I all I wanted was a happy family.."

"Well, we are in your special place," Ace hinted, "how about you imagine it? The ball and everything else!"

Cater thought for a moment before closing his eyes, laughing as he began to imagine everything.

✨

I am in the Royal Palace of all places

When I meet the finest prince you’ve ever seen

And the color on my two stepsister’s faces

Is a queer sort of sour apple green

I am coy and flirtatious

When alone with the Prince—

✨

Cater sighs and opens his eyes and takes out the letter. He sits down and looks over at the mice.

✨

I’m the belle of the ball

In my own little corner

All alone

In my own

Little (chair)

Fol-de-rol and fiddledy-dee

Fiddledy faddledy foddle

All the wishes in the world

Are poppycock and twaddle!

✨

"Are you mocking me with your gibberish?" Cater pouted at Kalim.

Kalim, now human, laughs as he twirls around Cater, laughing gleefully.

✨

Fol de rol and fiddledy dee

Fiddledy faddledy foodle

All the dreamers in all the world

Are dizzy in the noodle

✨

"So what if I do have a dream to see the Prince again? And tell him what life in his kingdom is really like? And what it could be?" Cater asked, looking back at the castle, "How beautiful it would be?"

"Exactly. And then to have him fall in love with you." Riddle spoke.

"No one will fall in love with me," Cater spoke up, "not with a simple maid like me, anyways."

✨

I just knew I would find you

In the same little room

In the pale pink mist of a foolish dream

✨

"I am being foolish," Cater sighs, "What am I thinking? Going to the ball? I have nothing to wear, nothing to show off, and nothing that could make me different from the rest of those people."

"Then be foolish with me," Kalim invited, "What would you dream of?"

"Not much. Simply a perfect night if anything."

"Don’t wait for everything to be perfect, just go! Now, what else would you dream of?" Deuce egged on.

"Oh, a white gown, I imagine," Cater laughs and looks at Kalim, "A beautiful white gown is sewn up with pearls. And jewels. And a tiara of diamonds! Full of different sorts of diamonds on my head."

"And on your feet?" Ruggie piped up.

"The most beautiful grosgrain pumps, I’d imagine," Cater joked, "something that'll make me taller than anyone at the ball."

"No. Better. The Venetian glass that your stepmother so loves in her trinkets and baubles. An entire pair of shoes made only of Venetian glass."

"Oh, how silly," Cater giggles, "I’d be the envy of all."

"Cater!" called Rosalind, "Get down here now!"

Cater jumped and sighs, "Funtime's over. Thanks for the small cheer-up, guys. It really helped me. But gotta go!"

Cater quickly rushed out of the room, leaving the mice alone.

"We should do something about this," Kalim spoke, walking around the room. "Something like Cater said! Making a beautiful dress for him, full of simple fluff and pearls and diamonds that he needs, and the most beautiful shoes…"

"Aren't you magic?"

"Yeah, but I think it'll be nice for me to not use magic for everything I do to make Cater happy," Kalim puts his wand away, "and besides, I like to think that Cater would appreciate my no magic effort."

"No magic effort?" The mice spoke up, too loud for Kalim, who was grabbing something in the corner of the room.

Kalim shushed everyone as he carefully carried a mannequin, tons of fabrics, and drops them on Cater's bed, trying to keep quiet.

"We got everything?" Kalim asked, setting everything down.

"Big mannequin, check!" Ace squeaked, climbing into it.

"Fabrics, check!"

"And the book?" Deuce looked towards Kalim.

"Yep, here as well." Kalim smiles and took the book, "The book of the best-designed dresses in the entire kingdom. From pages 1 to 478. With this, we can the perfect outfit for Cater tomorrow."

"Which one should we choose?" Questioned Ruggie. "Hmm, maybe something that Cater would enjoy? What color should fit him?"

"Hmm," Ace thought for a second, "How about a pink or red outfit? Something that'll make him so outstanding and the only one who the prince loves."

Kalim takes a wand and looks at the fabric. With a swing, the fabric begins to float around and slowly began to create what he sees. Ace, Deuce, Riddle, and Ruggie began to flip the pages on what dress they'll like, but a fight began to arise between the three.

"I thought you said no magic effort?"

"Eh, mostly just for the colors, Cater doesn't have all the colors."

"This! I like this one!" Ace argued, taking the page from Deuce, "It matches him so much!"

"No, it doesn't!" Deuce huffed, "It's too frilly!! He'll trip if he wore that. And that'll be incredibly embarrassing."

"Excuse me!?" Ace gasped, "But yours reach his feet, and if the frills don't trip, the long skirt will!"

Ruggie responded, "That's why I think my pick is better. It's not as frilly as Ace's, but not as long as yours, Deuce."

"Clearly you three don't have anything," Riddle scoffed, "Obviously see this fits Cater more than your suggestions."

The three continued until Kalim cleared his throat.

"Ok," Kalim sighed, "I appreciate that you all consider a dress for Cater, but I need some peace if I'm going to make a dress. How about you three find some jewelry from the girls' rooms and let me deal with the dress?"

"Alright…ok! To mean stepsisters' rooms!" Ace announced, walking into a small mouse hole.

"Who made you the leader?" Ruggie pouted.

"No fighting," Kalim added, "and keep out of Pom-Pom's sight, ok?"

"We know!" The mice said in unison.

✨

Cater hissed as he sewed a new piece onto Elise's dress, but he continued, glad that needle pricks are now a rare occurrence for him. It wasn't the first time he's done this before, and hopefully, it'll be the end for one night.

He choose everything, from the jewelry and the shoes and fabrics used. Unless given vetoed by the sisters, he does not use them in the final work of the dress. All of this started yesterday, but both stepsisters wanted Cater to do some adjustments to the dresses, so they could catch the prince's eye.

"Why do you have my shoes? Give them back!" demanded Astrid.

"I got them first!" Elise argued, "And since they are my size, they are for me!"

"First you hog Cater, and now you steal my shoes! How absolutely cruel of you."

"I do think the shoes fit Mika more," He said, "They do match her eyes and maybe under the right light, it might just be…. what's with the looks?" Elise and Astrid looked at Cater like he had just squished a live bug.

"You….who asked you for your opinion!!" Astrid screamed, huffing.

"I guess I was just thinking without… thinking, I suppose." Cater stuttered, "Forget I said anything. I'm prolly too tired to actually think."

Astrid huffs and stomps out of the room, pouting like a child.

Elise looks back at Cater, but she didn't say anything as she puts on her shoes, fixes her makeup, and puts her jewelry on.

"And this is about finished." He shows her the gown, "Just how you like it."

Elise gasped and hugged the dress, twirling around the room, giggling like a child. Cater steps back and gets ready to dress her up but small chitters caught his attention. He then saw the mice skitter across the floor, but Cater could not pay them attention as he did have a duty to do.

✨

"Shh.." Deuce shushes, looking around, "She's not here. Careful with that necklace,"

Ace, Deuce, and Ruggie looked around for a pearl necklace and earrings, while Riddle kept an eye for Pom-Pom.

"This is heavy.." Ruggie complained, "Why do pearls have to be heavy…who would even get pearls?"

"Those two apparently," Ace grunted, keeping the beads from hitting the ground, "Those two are material as a rich man I've seen in Cater's books."

"It sucks.." Ruggie groaned, "At least Deuce got to hold earrings."

"Oh, they're not great either," Deuce sighed, "…they have these sharp things on them," he pauses,"…and they hurt a lot,"

Following Deuce, they were able to hide within the walls once again but a small snarl caught their attention. When they turned, the eye of Pom-Pom glared at them.

"Let's get out of here!" Ace screamed.

With all their might, they began to sprint as hard as they can, avoiding Pom-Pom's sharp claws threatening to cut them open. Her meows echoed as they traveled through the walls, but with every new hole they came across, Pom-Pom was there to try to capture them.

"That's not good!" Deuce panted, "She's everywhere," he looks around for another exit. "She's more active at night,"

"We can't give up now," Ace gasped, "We came all this way for these! And there's no way I'm going to die on the way back! Come on, Ruggie!" Ace gripped the necklace and ran at full speed, a stuttering Ruggie and a scared Deuce following behind. By some sort of miracle, Pom-Pom's hisses and cries were heard by Rosalind.

"I can't believe this," Rosalind hisses, grabbing Pom-Pom, "You should be getting your beauty sleep as well. Naughty cat!"

The mice got back, panting for their lives, all on the floor. Kalim chuckles and took the necklace and earrings, letting the mice rest.

"She's more vicious when she's hungry…" Riddle panted, "And I thought Ruggie was scary when he's hungry."

"Hey, I am nothing like that stupid cat."

"Thank you! You guys deserve some rest now. And leave everything else to me." Kalim smiles and looked into the book once more.

✨

Cater sighed as he sat down on his bed, completely exhausted. It was only 6 pm, the ball was only 30 minutes away from starting, and Cater did not want to leave his bedroom.

"Cater!" Kalim cheered, "Get up!"

"And why should I?" huffed Cater, "I did so many stuff on this one night and my hands are hurting."

"You'll miss the ball if you mope around," Kalim smiles and helps Cater off his bed, "Now, look!!"

At the corner of his eye, he sees a glow. He turns to see a beautiful gown, all ready to be worn.

"Ta-da!" The mice announced.

"What's this?" He gasped, walking over to the gown, "Is this for me?"

"Yeah!" Ace said, walking over to Cater, "We didn't want you to go empty-handled! Kalim thought this would be a great gift."

"Oh, don't need to thank me." Kalim smiles, "My job as a fairy godfather requires no thanks. It just makes me happy to see you happy." Cater smiles and takes the dress.

"It's very beautiful," Cater complimented, "It looks like my mother's dress. Did you use her book?"

"Oh, we did?" Ace gasped, "I thought we stole that as well.."

Cater smiles and twirls. He walked behind his handmade curtain and begins to change into it, giggling to himself.

"We made it just for you," Deuce smiles happily, "We thought of you when we made it."

Cater walks out and puts on some matching shoes Kalim made. He quickly looked at himself in his vanity mirror, putting on the jewelry. He gave himself one last look before looking back.

"Thank you so much!"

"Go!" Kalim ushered, "You have 15 minutes before the ball starts!"

Cater nodded and rushed downstairs and looks around, trying to sneak past his stepmother and stepsisters but an unfortunate click of his heel caught Lady Rosalind's attention. He could only hope she couldn't hear his heartbeat fast as walked towards him.

"My, what an exquisite display, Cater," Rosalind grinned, "Did you create this, Cater?'

"Yes," Cater lied, "I…My mother has a book of dresses she would make and I took some liberties."

"My, your mother has great taste," Rosalind looks back, "don't you think so girls? Cater made this all by himself for the ball no less," she lifted Cater's new necklace, "any you want to say?"

"No! He's not as pretty as me" Astrid huffed, walking over to Cater, "Well, there's one thing."

Astrid hand's reached over and pulled the necklace from Cater's neck, letting the beads fall onto the floor, consequences of her actions were unnoticed as Lady Rosalind laughed.

"You, Elise?" She asked.

"Maybe this will have to go!!"

Cater gasped as the hands of the stepsisters ripped and tore at his dress, despite Cater's pleas to stop. All of this was amusing to Rosalind, her glee was the opposite to Cater's distraught.

But Cater managed to push them away as he ran away to the gardens, disappearing into the darkness.

"Girls, let us leave," Lady Rosalind laughed, "We shall not be late to the ball. Leave, Cater be, we all know he would not be chosen by the prince," she sneered as she looked back, "and someone has to clean that horrible mess."

#twisted wonderland #twst #malleus draconia #cater diamond #mallekei #lilia vanrouge #kalim al asim #ace trappola #deuce spade #riddle rosehearts #ruggie bucchi #the glass slipper #original characters #original work

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Helllooo sorry I’ve been gone so long I promise I will continue the story “He didn’t know a bet would lead him to the love of his life.” And while I’m at it I will like to present the story I’ve been working on for the past 2-3 years…

The story will start with a small moment in the present and then a dream will move us to the past and slowly it will move to the present again. Sounds complicated but it will all make sense soon.

Marinette’s first encounter with Damian and his mother.

The story of our life’s

The wayne manor is awfully quiet as everyone is drifting off to sleep after a long patrol, even Tim is drifting to sleep while working on yet another file, coffee having no effect this time (he hit a wall body shutdown... in process)

The old butler sighs and puts a blanket on top of the young man he looks out the window to the bright moon with no clouds to cover it and he lets a small smile show, he can feel it, something is about to happen and this time in a very long time he cannot wait to know what it is.

In Dream Land With Damian

Damian is recalling a childhood memory, one were he is feeling happy...RARE for him in the League there's no happiness other than when the enemy is finished off and yet that's just the feeling of being proud nevertheless he won’t bother trying to guess he’s about to find out….

11 years ago.

“We have found the enemies hide out,” says a shadow at the other end of the room.

Talia turns to look at Damian, “this mission will take longer then expect Damian so I’ll give you a task.. A test per say.”

Damian scowled in order to cover up his hurt expression. He was feeling unwanted and he hated it, (when will I ever meet her expectations?) Damian turned to look at his mother, he tried to speak with an icy tone but his voice was still very kid-like much to his dislike, “what would it be Mother?”

Talia looks around and spots a young girl with dark hair smiling and waving goodbye to an old lady; perhaps her grandma? Talia doesn’t concern herself with that and points, “that girl with pigtails learn her secrets and make sure to be on plain sight.”

Damian looks at the girl and studies her for a moment, “gain her trust to learn her secret very well. Deposing her body won’t be a problem because she's small. However why plain sight? You’ve taught me the target should never have the privilege of seeing us for we are assassins of the shadows.…”

Damian watches the whole scene play out and repeats the same words Talia is saying; “not all missions will be that easy Damian, in some you’ll need to be in plain sight and blend with the crowd .. Act your age while we are on this mission no child talks like a 40 year old..”

Tt.. that was the first time he recalls his mother making fun of the way he spoke, but also the first time she showed him how to do a mission outside of the shadows. His thoughts are interrupted by his younger self's voice.

“yes mother”

Talia looks at Damian as he walks away with a smirk which could make anyone easily miss the pain in her eyes, “ I wish I could do more for you Damian.”

Damian hadn’t followed his old self just yet waiting to see what his mother would do behind his back, he hadn’t expected to see her act so..sad? It confused him. Why would she be feeling sad?

Damian followed the girl everywhere she went; he was getting annoyed she hadn’t noticed. He started thinking of just going up to her but that was against what his mother said so he just stayed and observed, two older men tried to grab the girl and Damian almost stepped in but saw her turn to look at the guy and smiled before flipping him. She looked scared and then a woman called nonna appeared next to her.

Gina walked out of the shadows with a grind in her face, “ atta girl, that's how it's done.”

“Gina!?” the two older men exclaimed, earning them a glare.

“you! don’t dare Gina me what where ya trying to do to my precious little fairy?” Gina was pissed she wanted to check out a shop and let marinette go by herself to a nearby store, but when she hadn’t seen her she started to worry; she asked the women who she last saw Marinette talking to as to what direction she had gone in, once she found out she rushed to her, she knew marinette had been learning “self defense” from her maman but Gina was not prepared to see her granddaughter flip a man, 2x larger than her like it was nothing..

“We saw her alone and tried to get her attention but she didn’t hear us. We were only trying to help her since there was no adult with her. I promise.” One of the men quickly said.

Marinette, realizing what she had done, started apologizing that she hadn’t fully processed what she did. She was only thinking of her maman “the moment they grab you use this technique to use their own weight against them. “

Damian had been watching the whole time he didn’t recall this happening. Why couldn’t he remember the girl's face?

Damian's younger self decided to step closer and tried to act like a boy he saw nearby.

Damian cringed, he felt embarrassed at his young self’s actions. How could he have thought that was a good impression???

Damian started pretending to stammer and look embarrassed(pathetic was the only word repeating on his mind) “um excuse me? I-..”

“Oh well hello there are you lost ? What's your name?” Gina said patiently, waiting for the boy's reply.

“I’m Damian. I wanted to talk to your granddaughter but I couldn’t bring myself to... could I play with her”

Damian watched as the interaction went along (the second hand embarrassment burned) before he shifted to a different time, he watched as his younger self hung out more with the girl; small fractions of memories. He felt himself being pulled yet again to a new setting. His younger self was in a room with his mother explaining how flexible and good at Chinese martial arts she was. His mother looked intrigued by this. He explained how the girl had sharp eyes and amazing senses. She proved this while she made him a scarf that matched him well. Then finally the secret.

Damian watched his younger self, he was curious about this girl's secret.

“ Her secret is that she has no secrets”

Talia and Damian asked in usion “what?”

His younger self stiffend but didn't back down “ she hold no secrets she is an open book to good for her own good”

After a moment Talia softly spoke“ you’ve done well. Your mission is over and we leave in 3 days”

Damian scowled at the whole thing he hated the fact he wasted his time in a stupid dream and never found out the girls name. His younger self spoke, making him pause and listen. What could be so important for him to speak after getting told the mission was completed?

“Mother, if I may ask shouldn’t we take her? She has a great potential that could help the league and her sharpness would be a great advantage. Grandfather also mentioned choosing a betrothed for myself. She would make an adequate candidate if not a bride. She is bearable compared to the rest of the imbeciles I’ve seen and she would be loyal to me, not grandfather. It’d be a waste to dispose of her while she’s this young.”

Damian flushed red… How could I have said such a thing? I would never ! I don't remember saying this..

“you're right, however she is a girl your grandfather will see as unworthy. She is a normal child. I'm sure she has never seen blood. It's best she remains as she is. As well if the girl was not loyal to your grandfather she would be killed in order for a new bride to take her place. If you're worried about assassinating her, we won’t be disposing of her. She still has good use; we may encounter her again someday.”

Damian saw his younger self expression darken.. While trying to say how it didn’t matter to him if the girl died or not. This caused Damian to pause and think when did he get such childlike emotions?

His younger self left to see the girl. The girl upon seeing his younger self dashed to his side and gave him a pair of training clothes.

“What's this for?”

“your old ones looked too worn so..uh I copied their style and added more protection you can’t tell but I.. I hope you like it.” Marinette had seen the bruises in one of their play dates and she took it upon herself to make him clothes that would protect him.

Damian gives her a sad smile, “ I'll wear it.”

Marinette gives him a sweet smile, “ I'm leaving today so I wanted to give this to you. it was nice meeting you I’m sorry I didn't tell you sooner I just found out today! But I’m glad you were able to relax the way you talk..”

Gina interrupts their conversation, “ my little fairy we have to go now hop on already! it was nice meeting you damian.”

Damian nods, he could only see the girl get on the bike and give her a small wave before disappearing into the distance. He went back to his mother and explained what had occurred. Talia studied the outfit and told him she approved of it. 3 days later and they were gone. Damian forgetting all about the girl.

After saying her goodbyes Marinette was a bit down she hoped they would meet again..even though he never got to know her name she hoped he would remember her. Gina knew what Marinette was thinking about but stayed silent.. Damian didn’t ask for Marinettes name because he didn’t want to get attached but how could she tell Marinette that. It would break her little fairies heart so she stayed quiet and rode her bike to their next destination.

#damian x marinette #good mom talia #maribat #maridami #good dad bruce wayne #the story of our life’s #daminette #siblings jasonette #marinette dupen chang

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can-of-pringles · 1 year ago

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King and Lionheart - Chapter 5

Rating: Teen and up audiences

Warnings: Nothing that's not in the series.

Word Count: 3k.

Summary: Dream follows Death along while she works.