#cinderella girl is not my cup of tea

[oifaaa]

Started watching a new anime and the first episode has me so bewildered basically it's meant to be a cinderella story evil step mom wicked half sister that crack only one of the things they have to show how horrible cinderella girls life is by having the boy who she has feelings for become engaged to the half sister and she is so smug about the whole thing despite this being objectively the worst possible husband choice for her since he's also so in love with cinderella like sweetheart your gonna spend the rest of your life with a man who is more in love with your wet blanket of a sister and honesty he's not even that pretty I get you hate cinderella but she's moving away you've gotta start thinking about your future

[writersblockiskillingme]

hi! could you write a chloe x red x fem!reader (ben's younger sister) imagine where the reader is sick and they take care of her?

Sick Days | Chloe Charming & Red

Pairing: Chloe Charming x Red x fem!reader (Ben's!younger!sister!reader)

Summary: Being sick certainly isn't fun. Luckily, girls are always ready to take care of you.

Warning/s: fluff, short fic, like really short fic, sickness, possible grammar and spelling mistakes

Author's note: My Wi-Fi sucked the whole day yesterday AND today, so I'm only posting this now even though I wanted to yesterday. Anyways, here you go. Hope you enjoy it!

The Isle of the Lost was a place where shadows clung to every cracked cobblestone, and love was a rarity. But you, Ben's younger sister, had always been drawn to the unexpected—the way Chloe's laughter echoed through the narrow alleys, and the way Red's eyes softened when she thought no one was watching.

Your secret relationship with both Chloe and Red was a delicate dance.

Chloe, the daughter of Cinderella, was fierce, but a true softly and she was never afraid to show it. Her blue hair fell in curls, and her eyes held secrets she'd never share.

Red, on the other hand, was all brooding intensity—the daughter of the Queen of Hearts, tuff nature with eyes filled with determination, but with a big golden heart.

One chilly evening, you stumbled upon their dorms. The fire crackled in the fireplace, casting flickering shadows on the walls.

Chloe's eyes widened when she saw you, shivering and pale.

"You're burning up," she said, her voice gentle like always. "Red, we need to take care of her."

Red grunted, but there was concern in her eyes. She pulled you closer, wrapping you in a blue and yellow blanket.

Chloe brewed a cup of herbal tea, her fingers deft as she stirred in honey and whispered incantations for healing.

"You're lucky we found you," Chloe said, her fingers brushing against your forehead. "We're not exactly known for our nurturing skills."

Red scoffed, but she stoked the fire, making sure you were warm. She pulled out an old book—a relic from Auradon—and began reading aloud. Her voice was deep, resonant, weaving tales of magic and redemption. You leaned against her, feeling the fever slowly go away.

Chloe sat on the other side, humming a soothing melody. Her touch was tender as she traced patterns on your arm.

"You're going to be okay," she whispered. "We won't let anything happen to you."

And in that moment, surrounded by two unlikely protectors, you believed her. The Isle might be harsh, but love had a way of healing even the deepest wounds. Chloe and Red took turns caring for you—Chloe with her potions and Red with her stories. They stayed by your side, their hearts entwined with yours.

Days blurred into nights, and you drifted in and out of fever dreams. Chloe braided your hair, and Red traced intricate patterns on your hair. They argued about the best way to break the curse that plagued the Isle, their voices rising and falling like a symphony.

When you finally opened your eyes, weak but alive, Chloe pressed a kiss to your forehead. Red grunted, but her hand found yours, rough and steady.

"You're stuck with us," she muttered.

And you realized that maybe, just maybe, the Isle wasn't so dark after all. One of them almost came from it. Love had found you in the unlikeliest of places—in the arms of a villain's daughter and a scarred hero.

As you recovered, you vowed to protect this fragile connection, to let it bloom like a forgotten flower pushing through the cracks.

And so, hidden in their dorms, surrounded by whispers of magic and the warmth of two hearts, you healed.

Chloe and Red became your anchors, and you, their shared secret—the missing piece that completed their fractured souls.

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[writingoddess1125]

Tea Time

Wrote this and didn't proof read. Enjoy!

SUPER SWEET Fluffy McFluff 🍬 🍫 🍭

König 👑 x Reader + OC Daughter

König- A Colonel of Kortac, A living battering ram and a ruthless killer- A man who scared even the most hardened of soilders.

Now in a hand cast decorated in scratch and sniff stickers and being walked through his home by a little girl in a Ariel night gown. His usual tactical gear replaced by well worn sweatpants and a old Star Wars shirt, and his face bare to the elements.

However here he wasn't just König- he was Hans too, Husband to (Y/N) a simple nurse and father to 4 year old Eden. The little girl currently dragging him to her Disney Princess Bedroom by his uninjured fingers.

He'd been sent on temporary leave due to breaking his hand during his last mission- rolling out of a moving vehicle during an extraction (Lies. In truth he rolled out of bed wrong and crushed his own hand) However he saw it as a blessing non the less. You having gone out to run a few errands which left König to spend the day with his little girl.

"Papa Sit! I made us tea!" Little Eden squealed, König looking over the little pink table set up with stuffed animals and even littler plastic chairs. Smiling as he gingerly lowered himself onto the tiny plastic pink chair, huffing softly as he did so which made Eden bounce impatiently.

"Little small Princess, give papa a second"

Eden, oblivious to her father's predicament, handed him a toy teacup with a proud smile smile the second he could be seated.

"Here Papa!"

König, trying to grasp it with his uninjured hand, which happened to be his non dominant- His large fingers awkwardly able to grasp the tiny plastic cup- this one having Cinderella on the front of it, "Meine Hände sind heute nicht in Topform" (My hands are not in top form today) he joked- often his times home he spoke to Eden in his native tongue, helping her to learn and understand him and pick up the language herself which she had done beautifully.

Despite the challenge, König sipped imaginary tea which to his surprise had liquid in it- water it seemed with all the elegance he could muster. Eden clearly happy giggled, pouring her water tea into cups and declared, "Papa, du bist der beste Teetrinker!" (Dad, you're the best tea drinker!)

König face softened at this- God he missed spending time with her, he knew his job was important but these moments with Eden ment the world to him. Now enjoying these tea party activities, using his injured hand to hold a stuffed bear she had handed him he chuckled, "Danke Princess"

As the tea party continued, König found himself stuck in a tiny chair which was perfect as his little girl put butterfly clips in his short ginger hair and some purple makeup on his powdery eyes, now struggling to maintain a dignified posture- His legs beginning to fall asleep and the chair making it impossible to be comforble as the pink makeup brush batted his poor face.

"Princess- a little more gentle" He said calmly- Winking when some of the cheap kid makeup got into his eye.

"Almost done Papa!" She said, finishing off with a smear of lip gloss over his scared lips.

"Very pretty Papa!"

"Oh? War ich vorher nicht hübsch?"

(Oh? Was I not pretty before?)

"No!" She exclaimed honestly which made König laugh rather loudly. Nothing like the honesty of a child to humble any man.

Eden continued to serve her tea and even bringing up chopped up conversations and random handfuls of snacks she scattered on the table which König pretended to eat. Which was making him shift and damn near fall from his chair-

Eden couldn't help but laugh at her father's predicament "Papa, du bi't so komisch!" (Dad, you're so funny!) She exclaimed while clapping and stomping her little feet, But stopping as her attention went to her open bedroom door immediately as you peaked in having just returned and still dressed for running errands a smile going over your lips.

"Hans?-" You say softly holding back a laugh at the sight of your husband. All nearly 7ft of him crammed on a tiny plastic chair that you could see was bent out of shape from his weight.

"Mama!" Eden cried out, rushing to you quickly with a toothy grin. "We having a tea party!"

"A tea party? Oh that sounds nice" You say with a smile, looking to your husband who batted his poorly painted eyes at you.

"Very nice- Care to join us?" He said with a smile, you walking over and kissing his forehead gently, making sure to avoid the splattering of makeup over his chizzled face.

"Why I'd love to~" You purr, König smiling at this as he helps you sit next to him in a matching plastic chair. Eden excitedly pouring you a tea cup of her water tea and handing it to you.

You looked down at the cup in question, looking to Eden who poured König another cup as well.

"Eden- Honey, where did you get the water from?" You question, knowing she couldn't reach the sink yet- König sipping the tiny bit of water.

"The toilet!"

A snort leaving you in laughter at that moment as König shot out the bit of water from his mouth. You watch König face scrunch up in total horror and disgust as he jumped from the chair like it was on fire spitting and wiping his tongue as he marched away- you now dying of laughter on the floor as he stepped around you, Eden looked at her father confused as he rushed to the bathroom to brush his teeth.

"Verdammt noch mal!"

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rain showers (flatmate!matty x reader fluff/smut)

day 12 of promptober!! just matty being boyfriend of all time, really. enjoy <3

“please, please, darling. i'll never ask you to do anything for me ever again.”

“that's a lie and you know it.”

“well, maybe. but still,” matty wraps his arms around you, hands clasping over your stomach and lips finding the sweet spot in the crook of your neck. underhanded. “come outside with me, sweet girl. just for a minute or so, that's all i'm asking.”

his kisses trail up to your temple; despite yourself, you sigh, cosy and content. and then the rain outside begins crashing down even harder, and the cosiness disappears in a flash, akin to the lightning that's forecast for later tonight. you gesture to the window, aghast. “in this?”

“what? s'just a bit of water.”

“matthew, love and light of my life - fucking torrential is what it is.”

your boyfriend sighs, hugging you tighter. “thirty seconds,” he murmurs into your hair. “less than a minute in the rain, and then we come back inside, and i'll warm you up and make you the best cup of tea you've ever had in your life. promise.”

“but it's so cold out there.”

“babe,” matty rests his forehead on your shoulder. “come on. i fulfilled your romcom cliché dream.”

“technically, i didn't ask for that-”

“yes you did, darling, you just don't remember because you were half-asleep,” he kisses your cheek, pouting into your skin. “are you saying you don't wanna kiss me? is that it?”

“oh, you're so bloody sneaky,” you spin in his grasp, clasping your hands behind his neck and playfully pulling at his hair. “what are the chances of you shutting up unless you get your way?”

“hmmm, slim to none.”

you exhale slowly. “you promise it'll only be thirty seconds?”

“yeah, thirty… ish.”

“matthew!”

“not my fault your kisses are so addictive, is it?” matty giggles; his face softens, and he tenderly rests his forehead on yours. “it'll be as quick as i can make it, darling. you won't get a cold, though, i guarantee that.”

“good. you're looking after me if i do, though,” you kiss his nose, smirking as you pull back. “and i'm gonna be so annoying if i get ill.”

“is this an agreement, then? you'll come out and kiss me in the rain?”

fuck it. you might as well. “i mean, you're kissing me. but yeah.”

matty cheers, pressing little kisses over your face; your smile widens with each one. “thank you, my darling,” his hands trail down your arms to grab your own, before tugging you into the hallway. “come on, get your shoes on.”

“i can't get changed?”

“the sooner we go, the sooner we're back in the warmth.”

“but i'm wearing shorts!”

“trust me, i've noticed,” matty kneels, tying his own shoelaces before holding one of your trainers out. “come on, cinderella.”

you smile as he helps you into your shoes, tying the laces into bows and pressing kisses to your thighs before he stands and kisses your head. “you're very cute, healy.”

“i try. you ready?”

“yeah.”

your boyfriend presses a final kiss to your head, grabbing a set of house keys from the guitar-head hook and gently tugging you out the front door of the flat. the cold from outside is apparent even in the stairwell, growing stronger and rain growing louder as you get closer to the external door, and if not for matty's warm hand fully clutching your own you'd definitely be running back up to the warmth of the flat and the blankets on the sofa.

you almost do, actually, when matty opens the door and you're properly face to face with the downpour; the rain hits the pavement at a diagonal, and the cold hits you so strongly you genuinely feel nauseous for a moment. matty seemingly has no such qualms, dropping your hand and stepping onto the (deserted, because everyone else is sane and indoors) road; he turns to you, arms open and face gleeful. “come on, sweetheart,” he shouts, baggy t-shirt beginning to stick to his lean body. “it's lovely out here!”

sucking air in through your teeth, you dart out onto the road after him, shrieking as the icy water hits you. “jesus christ!”

matty only laughs, pulling you into his arms for a hug. any and all body heat he had seems to have evaporated in the autumn air, but you appreciate the gesture nonetheless. “hey,” he tilts your chin up so he can look at you, and your heart skips several beats at just how beautiful he is right now, droplets of water on his eyelashes and hair practically plastered to his head and eyes shining with total adoration as they look into your own. “i love you.”

“i love you,” you tenderly brush a raindrop from his cheekbone with your thumb; it's immediately replaced by another, but you don't care. you don't care about anything right now, actually, except the beautiful boy holding you in his arms and looking at you like you're the most beautiful thing in the world. logically, you mustn't be, soaked to the bone and shaking and probably lacking in pallor, but it's impossible not to feel like you are around matty. “kiss me?”

your boyfriend leans in, smiling the exact same smile that got you into this state in the first place. “magic word?”

his lips are mere millimetres - actually, more like nanometres - from your own; when you reply, he practically swallows the word. “please.”

“sweet girl.”

your boyfriend's lips meet yours, and you question why you haven't kissed him in the rain like this before now - matty's kisses are always head-spinning, sending a flush of heat through your body that culminates in both your heart and your underwear, and the cold water running down and between both of you only sharpens the sensations, has you melting into him and wishing you could stay like this forever. but your matthew is a man of his word, and retracts his tongue from your throat with disappointing urgency; he holds your face a millisecond longer, though, murmuring “my dream girl. thank you” before leading you back inside.

ironically, like earlier, it's only in the stairwell that you properly comprehend the cold of the afternoon - your teeth begin to chatter as the door closes behind you and the draught follows, and matty’s sweet enough to speed up his leading you back into the flat in response. it's mercifully toasty in there, heating on full blast, and the rain doesn't seem half as bad when it's only hitting off the windowsills and not you. still, the way it lingers in your clothes and weighs them down is not a nice feeling at all; you're unaware that you've automatically started to take them off until you hear a choked gasp from your boyfriend's lips. you turn to him, smirking as you pull your sodden t-shirt over your head and dropping it on the hardwood floors. “what?”

“you…” matty's eyes are glued to your bare chest. “aren't you cold?”

“not after getting out of these wet clothes, no,” you hook your thumbs in the waistband of your underwear, still looking at your boyfriend. “wanna come and feel how warm i am?”

he blinks, huffing out a laugh and wandering slowly over to you. “still need me to warm you up?”

“always,” your fingers tease the hem of matty's t-shirt. “can we do it in the shower?”

“fuck,” matty nods, pulling the t-shirt over his head before pulling you into a bruising kiss. “if i ever refuse a shower with you, darling, get me to the gp, yeah? obviously it means i've gone insane.”

“you're so weird,” you giggle, trailing your lips down his neck; you pause to whisper in his ear. “but i still want your fingers inside me.”

he doesn't reply. instead, he scoops you up and carries you into the bathroom, sitting you on the counter before reaching in to turn the shower on; his lips find yours while he scrambles to undress, and you can't help but smile against him as he almost trips over himself in haste to get ready for you. presumably, he reaches back to test the water at some point, because you soon find yourself under the warm stream, your back pressed against matty's front. it's a perfect scenario - well, almost. “could do with the water being a bit hotter, baby.”

“absolutely not, you lunatic. it's fucking scalding!” matty sighs into your neck. his right hand creeps across your thigh to the honey between them, calloused fingertips brushing almost non-existently light across your clit and making your breath hitch. “besides, you'll be feeling the heat soon enough.”

“that's maybe the worst thing you've ever sai- oh,” you moan softly as matty's fingers brush through your slit, catching the wetness pooling there and teasing your hole. “inside me, baby,” your voice cracks. “please.”

he smiles against you. “whatever my sweet girl wants.”

angel boy that he is, matty obliges, slowly sliding two fingers into you while he coos soft praises into your ear; almost instinctively, they hook upwards to meet your g-spot, and the combo of that with the heel of his hand against your clit has you whining into thin air. he repeats the motion, over and over and over, and with every movement of his hand you fall deeper and deeper into bliss. your brain is turning more to mush with every passing second, but somewhere in its recesses you think about how you used to touch yourself the way matty's touching you now, imagining the way those fingers of his would feel inside you - both of those things pale in comparison to the real thing, without a doubt. after all, there's no way you could get yourself to that peak of pleasure as quickly as he has, vision blurring and legs shaking and moans falling from your lips just as the warm water falls from the showerhead onto you and the love of your life. 

who, coincidentally, you don't even need to tell that you're about to cum. his free arm tightens around your waist, teeth grazing a hickey into the back of your shoulder. “that's it, sweetheart,” matty whispers, voice barely audible over the shower and you (moans and wetness alike). “cum for me, my girl. give in.”

your mind is too hazy to think straight, but your body obeys him - something inside your stomach tenses, then just shatters, sending pleasure rocketing through your vascular and nervous and whatever other systems control the various functions of your body. crying matty's name in broken sobs, you sink back into him as he holds you through your orgasm, groaning “oh, baby, my perfect girl, i love you so much" into you. when the aftershocks subside and your legs aren't quite so shaky, he turns you around, coaxes you into a hug far more tender than one might expect from the guy who's just finger-fucked them, and speaks into your hair. “you feeling a bit warmer now?”

“yeah. thanks,” you smile into his chest. “i love you, matty.”

“i love you, gorgeous.”

you hum happily. “can i return the favour?”

“can do anything you want to me, to be honest.”

“oh, i intend to,” your face is smug. “but first… i think someone mentioned something earlier about making the other the best cup of tea they've ever had in their life?”

matty laughs, and the sun shines. “come on, then.”

[byeoltoyuki]

hii could you please write a lee know x reader parenting series where they are like married and have a one month old baby 😭 my mind goes crazy everytime i think about minho as a dad

Hello sweet anon! A serie would be a big thing and even if I love the idea, I sadly don't have enough time to write it since I have already so much on my wiplist ;_; Now that being said, I still wrote a small drabble because I also live for dad Minho. I changed the age to six months, it was easier for me this way :). Hopefully you'll like it ♥

genre: established relationship / fluff overload /

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“No one shall be my wife but she whose foot this golden slipper fits.” Minho read out loud, Minji nicely placed on his laps. He didn’t think it could possibly calm his six months old baby, she was too young, and yet it was doing a rather good job. She stopped crying the moment he started reading, doing his best to put as many emotions as he could into his voice. He tried to adapt along with the characters he played. And Minji? She seemed to love that as she giggled loudly every time his voice changed.

So he kept reading, stopping from time to time just so he could kiss the crown of Minji’s head.

“This also is not the right one,” said he, “have you no other daughter?” “No” said the man “There is still a little stunted kitchen-wench which my late wife left behind her, but she cannot possibly be the bride.”

Minho had to stop the urge to close the book. Fairy tales were not his cup of tea, especially those with princesses that needed to be saved. Clearly, Cinderella wasn’t a princess but definitely one young, lovely woman that needed some serious saving. He wasn’t fond of that. Yet, for the sake of his own daughter’s entertainment, he kept reading.

“That is the true bride!” The step-mother and the two sisters were terrified and became pale with rage; he, however, took Cinderella on his horse and rode away with her.

“Nope.” Minho closed the book and pushed it away from him. “I can’t. That some serious bull-“ he stopped right on time before the curse left his lips. He scooped Minji in his arms and looked fondly at her. “You, my sweet, little angel, don’t need a man.” And with that he peppered her face with kisses until she squealed and tried to push him away with her tiny hands.

Minho was enjoying his sweet father-daughter moment, he failed to notice that you were finally back from your first, little girls’ night. At least, until he heard your sweet chuckle.

“I thought you said you’ll never, ever, read her bed time stories, hm?” You teased, knowing how much those stories repulsed him. The day he saw you buying those books, he was read to set them on fire. And yet, look at him now.

For the sake of pettiness, he ignored your comment and instead gave his full attention to Minji. “You’re gonna be a strong, independent and lovely woman.” Minho told her softly before his eyes found yours, he just couldn’t help it. “Just like your mom. You won’t need a man to be happy.”

Of course, he would say something like that, you thought. You were used to him being all snarky and teasing, sometimes looking and sounding cold and yet he had the biggest and softest heart you had ever met.

With a big smile plastered on your face, you got closer to the bed. You kissed Minji’s head before pecking Minho’s lips. “Cute. But should I remind you that this,” You pointed at yourself,” Incredible, beautiful, strong and absolutely hilarious wife of yours still needed a man like you to make her life perfect, hm?”  

Minho considered your words for a moment, his eyes darting back and forth between you and your baby. “True. But she’s not allowed to date. That’s it.” No man could be enough, could be good enough for his little girl. Not in this world.

“Minho!” You groaned. You should have known the day you found out you were expecting a girl that Minho would be, from time to time, an overprotective dad.

“What?” He feigned innocence.

“You know you can’t shield her forever, right?”

“Fine. She can date.” He agreed, “But only once I’m dead and buried.”

Yeah, it was too good to be true, you told yourself. You smiled nevertheless. “And then you’ll come and haunt the poor man?”

Minho’s grin turned pure evil. Of course, you saw right through him after years of knowing each other. With Minji, still in his arms, he stood up from the bed and brought her back to her cradle. He kissed her head and straightened back to look at you. “Exactly.”

You laughed at his words, at his confidence and fierceness. You wrapped your arms around him and rested your head against his back. He felt warm and like home. “You’re impossible.”

“And that’s why you love me.”

“Unfortunately.”

“Take that back, lady!” He turned to face you, hands on his hips, he feigned annoyance but the glint in his eyes told you another story. “Take that back or else,”

“Or what?” You dared him, knowing damn well you were in troubled waters.

Before you could do some more provoking, Minho grabbed you and threw you over his shoulder making you squeal in return.

“Minho!”

But he only laughed and slapped your ass for good measure. “Let me show you.”

[mdmraz]

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oh! you have a question!?

"what songs i'd recommend while reading"...?

hmm... how about something from —

— PLAYBOI CARTI?

# NO.9

# FLEX

# LOCATION

# FELL IN LUV

# YAH MEAN

# LET IT GO

# HALF & HALF

# MIDDLE OF SUMMER

# LEAN FOR REAL

# HOME (KOD)

# 4TSPOON

# PAIN 1993

# TATTOO

# MOLLY

# UH UH

not too keen on carti, huh?

lets try...

— BRENT FAIYAZ!

# REHAB (WINTER IN PARIS)

# TRUST

# DEAD MAN WALKING

# LOVELY

# BEEN AWAY

# WY@

# ALL MINE

# LOOSE CHANGE

# GANG OVER LUV

# POISON

# ADDICTIONS

not feeling it?

maybe you'll like —

— LUCKI!

# 4 THE BETTA

# OUT MY WAY

# MORE THAN EVER

# STATIC

# PEACH DREAM

# SUNSET

# RANDOMLY

# COINCIDENCE

# INCOMING

# GEEKED

# ALMOST BACK

# WHERE I BE

# ME MYSELF & I

# LEAVE HER

no, again?! well... why not give these

honorable mentions a listen?

# IT AINT MY FAULT - chief keef

# BE BACK - chief keef

# MY BABY - chief keef

# JUKEBOX JOINTS - a$ap rocky

# DEMONS - a$ap rocky

# WASSUP - a$ap rocky

# MUD - destroy lonely

# BIGGEST PROBLEM - destroy lonely

# YEBBAS HEARTBREAK - drake

# SUMMERS OVER INTERLUDE - drake

# NOT YOU TOO - drake

# LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE - drake

# PRACTICE - drake

# BRIA'S INTERLUDE - drake

# NO MORE PARTIES IN LA - kanye west

# WHITE GIRL - shy glizzy

# I WILL CELEBRATE FOR STEPPING ON BROKEN GLASS AND SLIPPING ON STOMACH SOAKED FLOORS - $uicideboy$

# CINDERELLA - future

# N.H.I.E - 21 savage

not your cup of tea? my apologies then!

if you have suggestions, let me know !!

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[graciegoeskrazy]

Neeeeeeed more of Marty’s daughter and George! Was thinking of their bond/dynamic when George was taking care of her while Matty was sick plssss

is there somebody that can watch you?

george daniel + niece!healy!reader

warnings: fluffffff, being sick, i think that’s all????

a/n: Hi! i like this one it’s adorbs. ty anon!!!

You never heard the quiet footsteps coming into your room. It wasnt until the slight sinking of your bed and the gentle hand on your shoulder that you finally woke up.

When you opened your eyes you were greeted with George.

“George?”

“Hi, Bubs.”

“Daddy is sick. He doesn’t feel well, so you’re gonna spend some time with me. Okay?”

“Is he gonna be okay?”

“Yeah. He just needs some rest.”

George got a text from your father less than an hour ago. It was only 7 in the morning at the moment.

‘Just woke up. I feel like shit.’

‘Alright?’

‘I need you to take care of baby girl for the day. I don’t want to get her sick.’

‘You know you don’t need to lie to get me to hang out with your kid. She’s more fun to hang out with.’

‘I’m not lying. I’m sick.’

‘Mhm…’

‘Mate I have a 102.2 degree fever.’

‘Ew stay away from me.’

‘Christ can you just come and pick up my kid?’

‘Hehe yeah i’m on my way.’

Next thing you know, George was in front of you waking you up, packing up a couple changes of clothes because it was very likely you would be with him for a couple days, and picking you up and heading out the door.

Matty was lying on the couch in his robe and an array of blankets drinking a cup of tea. You and George walked into the room and headed to the front door. George was carrying you with one arm and your mini suitcase with the other. You noticed your father called for him.

“Daddy?”

“Hi, darling.”

He looked like shit. He could tell by the look on your face that you were worried about him and it made his heart swell. That and the fact that you were still half asleep was a recipe for absolute adorableness

When George walked into his flat you were fast asleep in his arms with you head lying on his shoulder. Charli walked out from the bedroom when she heard the door open in close, and smiled at the adorable sight in front of her.

“Look at my little baby!” She whispered.

“Poor girl is passed out.”

She smiled and kissed her fiance. “Any plans for the day?”

“Yeah. hanging out with little Healy.”

…

Cut to a few hours later, Charli and you were sitting in the living room floor coloring notebook pages on either side of the coffee table. George came in with drinks for the wo of you and sat down next to Charli.

“Whatcha drawing babe?” He asked you.

“Princess.” You said.

“That’s a beautiful princess.”

“Do you like it?” You held the picture up to Charli.

She smiled. “I do. I love her dress.”

“Me too. I want to get married in it.” You said, continuing to color.

“No boys till you’re 30,” George said.

“That’s okay. Boys are gross.”

“What?! I’m a boy, does that mean I’m gross?”

“Yeah. You messy.” The couple let out a laugh.

“Hey!” George said.

Charli readjusted. “Boys can be fun! You can go on dates with them and hang out together and marry them.”

“Yeah. When I get married I want a pretty, silver ring and a big, white, puffy dress. Like Cinderella.”

George eyed Charli. They had just gotten engaged a little less than 2 weeks ago and hadn’t yet told you the news. “You know…I know someone who’s gonna get married.”

“Who?” You asked not looking up from your work.

“Auntie Charli.”

Your head shot up which caused the couple to laugh a little but. “You?” You asked. Your jaw was hund wide open. Charli nodded. “With Bubba?” You asked, pointing.

“Yep!” She said.

You ran around the table and hugged her tight. She did the same.

“Isn’t that exciting?!” She asked with a smile.

“You’re gonna look like a princess.” You said while pulling away. George just watched with a smile.

“I know! And you and your daddy get to come and we’ll get you your very own dress to wear so you and I can be princesses together.”

You smiled wide and big.

[marvelgurl789fanfics]

Remy Lebeau (Gambit) x Child OC

(Remy Lebeau (Gambit) x Rogue)

~Princess Fiona’s Tea Party Part 7 to Safe~

My Heart (Part 6)

Warning: None

(Not the best at grammar or punctuation)

Summary: Fiona gets Gambit and a few other X-men to join her for a tea party.

Masterlist

A/N: I can’t stop thinking about the flashback part of my last part and decided to expand on it.

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It was early afternoon at the mansion Storm was watching Fiona, while Gambit was training in the danger room with Rogue and Logan. Storm was sitting on a bench in the yard watching Fiona running around in a pink T-shirt dress throwing her purple bunny plushie that has been named Monsieur Sprinkles up in the air and catching it. A light laugh left her as she admired the child’s energy, “auntie, play with me” Fiona said loudly with excitement running to Storm Sprinkles tight in her arms. “What game are we playing sweet child” Storm smiled at the girl, Fiona stood there and thought for a moment before placing a small hand on Storm’s knee giggling “Tag” and ran away. Getting up and started to chase Fiona Storm was glad she chose not to wear heels today. Jean and Scott who must of been out for a walk, were stopped by Fiona giggling and hiding behind them. “What are you up to?” Jean laughed as she seen Storm walk up to them, “it seems she’s hiding so she won’t get tagged in the game she started” Storm said looking at Fiona hugging Scott’s leg but prepared to run. “Tag huh?” Scott said before quickly catching Fiona off guard and scooping her and her plushie up in his arms tickling her, “Hurry tag her I got her trapped” Scott smiled at Fiona’s full blown laughter.

“Gambit gets done training and he find you torturing his kid” Gambit teased walking out of the mansion in casual clothes hair tied back and still slightly damp from the shower he took after training. Scott set Fiona to her feet as she still laughed, “she’s started it” Scott joked back in good humor. “Mon petit never, she’s innocent” Gambit chuckled before turning to Storm and thanking her for watching Fiona. “It was no trouble” Storm smiled as she seen Fiona cling to her papa’s pant leg. “Can papa play now?” Fiona looked up at Gambit with big golden eyes he could never say no to. “Oui, but père tired so something calmer?” Gambit said slightly pleading with the three year old. Fiona eyes shined with excitement and pulled his pants leg for him to follow her with her free hand her other holding tight to Monsieur Sprinkles. Gambit allowed her to drag him to her room, once there Fiona set her bunny plushie on the floor and began digging in her toy box looking for something.

Gambit slightly regretted training with Logan, more often than not it left him sore trying to one up each other. Sitting on the floor his back leaning against the side of her bed, a gleeful sound got his attention as Fiona found what she was looking for. A shiny pink plastic crown now placed on her head with a fluffy blue boa in her hands, running the small distance from her toy box to her papa she presented the boa to him. “Oh is this for me?” Gambit asked already knowing the answer he leaned forward allowing her to put it around his neck, with a big grin Fiona grabbed Monsieur Sprinkles and hand the plushie to him. Running back to her toy box she pulled out a blue plastic Cinderella teapot and matching tea cups, bring them over to where he was sitting she began to set up her tea set. “Merci, for inviting me to your tea party princess Fiona” Gambit said beginning to play along, “prince papa always invited” Fiona giggled running to her bed and grabbing her other two plushies. Setting the orange cat plushie that she named Ginger across from where Gambit sat, then placing the white dog plushie by her open door. “He don’t get to join?” Gambit laughed as Fiona sat beside him, “Sir Fluffy is guard” Fiona said as if it was obvious. “Oh bien sûr” Gambit said trying to hide his laugh.

“What’s going on in here?” Morph snickered poking their head in the room noticing the scene as them and Logan walked by, who just shook his head in amusement. “Tea party” Fiona announced jumping to her feet excitedly, “jealous?” Gambit joked wrapping the boa around his neck and throwing it over his shoulder with a hair flip. “Oh so jealous” Morph laughed but then noticed Fiona running up to them reaching for their hand, “uncle Morph play too” Fiona cheered looking up at them with pure excitement making it impossible to say no. “I don’t know, only if uncle Logan can join too” Morph said looking over to Logan with a mischievous look earning a glare from Logan. Fiona grabbed both their hands hand dragged them in the room with not fight from either person, then running to her toy box once more. “Welcome to the party” Gambit chuckled as Morph and Logan sat down joining the tea party. “what a lovely party” morph laughed back finding the whole situation funny, Logan glared at Morph and Gambit blaming them for pulling him into this.

Fiona ran back over with two more boas handing Logan a green one, and with a sigh he put it around his neck not wanting to break the little girls heart. Before Fiona could hand the pink boa to Morph, they took it upon themselves to shape-shift into Cinderella puffy blue dress and all. A gleeful sound of amazement left Fiona as she seen them turn into a princess, dropping the pink boa to the floor and almost tackled morph before sitting in their lap. Gambit would usually tease morph in good humor for turning into a Disney princess but just smiled knowing it made Fiona’s day. Fiona poured the pretend tea in all their cups and lifting her cup up, and pretending to drink the three adults followed suit. “Mon petit this is lovely tea you must tell père the recipe” Gambit said after a pretend drink holding his tea cup with his pinky out, “oh yes I must tell the other princesses about this” morph said playing the part of Cinderella well then elbowing Logan to say something, “yea it’s great” Logan said awkwardly no sure of what to do holding the tiny tea cup in his hand.

“Oh wow, I was looking for you all for dinner but I wasn’t expecting to find this” Rogue said surprised trying to not laugh entering Fiona’s room. “Bonjour Cher” Gambit said with a smile like this was a normal thing for him, “we can explain” Morph said shifting to their natural form while Logan looked down with an irritated sound. “I don’t know how you did it sugar but you gotta to teach me” Rogue laughed lifting Fiona from Morph’s lap and into her arms.

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Any suggestions or ideas welcome. Got other parts planned check out Masterlist.

I don’t know French, all French is from google translate:

Monsieur (mister)

Mon petit (my little one)

Oui (yes)

Père (dad/father)

Merci (thank you)

Bien sûr (of course)

Bonjour (hello)

Cher (dear)

Part 8

[ebadoodles]

i really do understand why cinderellas castle hasn’t been everyone’s cup of tea!! i really do! but. don’t bring ella into this. that’s my blorbo. don’t talk about her if u don’t get her like i do…. i have my own critiques on how she’s written but…. not too much on my girl yall…….

[vodika-vibes]

Another Happily Ever After

Summary: After Ella, your step-sister, grabbed her happily ever after with both hands, you decide to do the same. Luckily for you, Captain Rex is happy to help.

Pairing: Knight Captain Rex x F!Reader

Word Count: 2852

Warnings: Fluff

Mando'a Used: osik'la - messed up, screwed, horrible (impolite)

A/N: A twist on Cinderella, where the reader is one of the "evil" step-sisters.

Divider by saradika

   Your life has changed a lot since your step-sister married into nobility. Oh, she’s not a Duchess, not yet at least, but it’s only a matter of time before the Duke retires and his son ascends to inherit the title. 

Granting your step-sister a title as well.

And you can admit that you’re concerned.

And you’ve admitted your concerns to your mother and your older sister. Though they just laughed your concern away as you being overly dramatic.

“Mother,” You say as you fold your hands around the simple tea cup that you prefer, “Mother, please. You have to see why I’m concerned.” You plead, “You and Bea, you were never kind to Ella. She has every reason to want revenge.”

“That girl,” Your mother counters, “Doesn’t have the nerve to do anything.” She opens a magazine, “Now, how much of Dear Edmund's estate do you want, ad?”

“Estat-? Mother, no! That money does not belong to us!” You say, “Edmund set that money aside for Ella, his daughter. You have to give it to her!”

“Absolutely not,” Your mother looks offended, “Ad’ika, I am entitled to this money. After all, I took care of that rat of a daughter.”

“Mother-”

“Mother has a point, vod.” Bea drawls from where she’s sitting next to your mother, wearing a dress that probably costs more than your entire apartment put together. “Mother raised Ella, made sure she had clothes, food and a roof over her head. We deserve this money.”

“And, ad, if you took some of this money, maybe you can move into someplace…better.” Your mother says as she eyes the plain dishes and simple decor of your apartment in disdain. 

“I like my apartment, it’s right over my bakery.” You defend, as shame causes your cheeks to burn.

“It’s an adorable hobby, ad.” Your mother says, “but it’s time to grow up and join the real world. Now. How many credits do you need?”

“I…none. I don’t need anything.” You insist.

Your mother sighs, and shakes her head, “You are as stubborn as your father was, ad.” She stands and smoothes the rich silk of her dress, “Also, ad, next time you’re coming to see me. I cannot handle the mess of this place. And make sure you clean up, you’re filthy.”

“It’s not-” You sigh and your shoulders slump, “Yes, mother.”

“Good.” She nods her head once, as though she hadn’t just trampled all over your self-worth, and then turns to Bea, “Come on, darling. You need a new dress for your meeting with your betrothed.”

Bea smiles sharply, “Yes, mother.” And then she glances at you, and her grin becomes mean, “See you later, osik’la.”

Your face flushes even more, but your sister is gone before you’re able to say anything to her in return. You huff out a breath and push your hair out of your face, and then you stand up and head down into the shop.

You really want to hit something.

Maybe there’s dough that needs kneading. 

You step into the kitchen, and one of the other bakers glances at you sympathetically, “I take it the talk with your mother and sister didn’t go well?” He asks.

“Does it ever?” You ask dryly as you wash your hands, dry then, and then walk over to a clean work station and spread flour, before pouring some dough onto the surface, “I swear, mother and Bea would hold me up to a mirror and only see themselves.”

“Well, that’s why you opened the bakery, right? So you can be independent from them?”

‘Well, yeah. Of course.” You reply as you start kneading the dough, “But they’re still…they…” you shake your head.

“It’s not your fault. You can’t control the actions of other people, boss.”

“Sometimes I wish I could,” You grumble.

He laughs, “Well yeah, who doesn’t. But that’s not the way the world works.” He grins, “Come on, I’ll take over here, you go tend to the shop proper. You like dealing with people.”

You scowl at him, but step away from the dough, “Fine. But make that dough cinnamon swirl.”

“You got it, boss.”

You wash your hands again, and push through the door that separates the kitchen from the shop, and you lightly place a hand on the shoulder of the girl working the register, “You good?” You ask.

“Hey boss! Yeah, today’s going great! Look at how busy we are!” She motions to the crowded shop.

“Have you taken your break yet?” You ask as you scan the shop, and your lips curl up in a pleased smile when you see just how crowded the shop actually is. 

“Yeah, I just got back from mine. No need to worry, boss. Things are going well here.” She beams at you, and then turns her attention towards the patron who just walked up.

You walk a little further down the counter, making note of what you’re running out of, and then you lean against the counter and you pull out a sheet of paper. You should write a letter to Ella, telling her what your mother and sister are up to.

You should. Stars know that they’ve mistreated Ella enough as it is over the years. But you really don’t know how to start the letter…or even if she’ll accept a letter from you. 

You look up when you notice motion in front of you, and you greet the man standing in front of you with a smile, “Hi there, how can I help you?” You straighten as you realize that you recognize him. Captain Rex, of the 501st Naval Battalion, and a regular to your shop before he went on Deployment a year ago. “Oh. Captain, I didn’t realize you'd returned.”

“Yeah, we docked this morning,” He replies with a small shrug.

You smile at him, “And my humble little shop is your first visit? I’m flattered.”

He turns to look at the bustling shop, “Humble? Is that what we’re calling it?”

You laugh quietly, “There has been a bit of a boost in sales over the last year, I admit. I even had to hire some employees.”

“So I see. I’m happy for you. I know you said you were worried that the shop would never take off.” Rex replies, and there’s a sparkle of mischief in his eyes, “You were so worried, that I put in a word with some of my brothers about how good your pastries were-”

“I knew it!” You laugh, “I thought it was weird when more of your brothers started showing up after you left.” You fold your arms, “Bacara and his Nova Corps bought out my entire shop one weekend. I made enough money to pay off my loan with interest!”

Rex grins, “Well, I didn’t ask him to do that. But I’m glad it helped.”

“I have a standing order for him for the first weekend of the month. We have to close the shop that weekend just to make sure we can make him everything he asks for.” You admit gleefully. “Bacara’s been great for business.”

“Bacara, huh? So you and he are friends now, then?” Rex asks, very casually.

“I don’t think Bacara does friends.” You admit with a shake of your head, “But I like him well enough in spite of that.”

“Yeah?” Rex shifts, “Uh, just out of curiosity, how much do you like him?”

You pause, “Rex.” You grin at him, “Are you jealous?”

“No!” He says too quickly, and too loudly, to be true. “Er…I mean…no. Not at all.”

“If it helps, I like him less than I like you.” You offer easily.

“Oh, thank fuck for that.”

Your eyebrows creep up, “Not jealous, huh.”

He blushes slightly, “No. Of course not.”

“Alright, I’ll believe you.” You tease lightly.

He smiles a little bashfully, “So, uh…are you free? Now that you have employees, maybe we can hang out?”

You glance around the room, and then you nod once. “So long as we don’t go too far, I think I can slip away for a little bit.”

“Great! I have an empty table.” Rex replies. He waits for you to step out from behind the counter, and then guides you, with a light hand against your back, to a table in the corner. He pulls the chair out for you, and then he sits across from you.

“So how have you been, Rex?” You ask him.

“Good. The deployment was pretty simple, all things concerned. No fighting at all, thankfully.”

“I’m glad to hear it. I worry about you, you know.” You reply.

He pauses, “Would it be bad of me to say that I’m glad you worry about me?”

You shrug, “I don’t think so. Though I probably worry about you more than necessary.”

“Still. I’m glad you worry.” He leans his arms on the table, “How have you been? Not the shop, mesh’la, you personally.”

You lean your arms on the table as well, “I’ve been…okay. The therapist you suggested is helping me deal with my mother and sister. But-”

“I thought I saw them walking down the street…I’m guessing they came to visit you?”

“Yeah. Yeah, they did. Mother wanted to give me money from my Step-Father’s estate. And I turned her down.” You admit.

“Good. How’d she take it?”

“She…stomped all over any sense of self-worth I have, and told me that I need to clean up because I’m filthy.” Your smile is wry.

“You’re not.”

“She…disagrees.”

“You know, the more I hear about your mother the more I want to punch her in the face.” Rex grumbles, “You’re perfect. You’re finally doing what makes you happy, and she thinks that she can-” He pauses and takes a deep breath. “So, what are you going to do about the money thing?”

“I should write Ella. Let her know. But…” You shake your head, “Ella hates me. For good reason. Any letter I send her will be tossed without getting opened.”

“You’re younger than her, right?”

“Only by a year or so,” You reply with a shrug, “I was old enough to know that what my mother and sister were doing to her was wrong.”

“You never took part, though.”

“Of course not. For the most part I just…carried on with my life, and kept doing what I’ve always done.” You reply with a sigh, “I always made sure that there was food for Ella though, even though Mother hated it.”

“Does she know that?”

“That I was the one making sure that there was always enough food for her? I don’t know. Maybe?” You rest your head on the palm of your hand, “Does it matter? I wouldn’t blame her for hating me.”

“You want my opinion?”

“I’d love your opinion.”

“Write the letter. And then give it to me. I’ll make sure she gets it.” Rex promises.

You smile at him, soft and fond, “What did I do to deserve a friend like you?”

“You gave me a delicious chocolate chip cinnamon cookie, and I fell in love.” Rex replies easily.

“...With the cookie?”

His gaze locks with yours, and he shrugs one shoulder, “Sure.”

Your smile softens slightly, and pink rushes into your face, “Well, then,” You murmur, “What’s stopping you?”

Rex shifts, “I’m worried that I’m not good enough.”

“You’re about as perfect a man can be without being obnoxious, Rex. You don’t have to worry about that.” You reply quietly.

He stares at you for a moment, and then he smiles, “Would you like to go on a date with me? Tonight maybe?”

“I’d love to.” You reply, “If you come upstairs, I’ll even make you dinner.”

“Your mother will not approve of me,” Rex warns.

“I’ve made it a habit of doing things my mother doesn’t approve of,” You reply blandly.

Rex pauses and then he smirks, “Including me?” He asks, innocently.

“Well, yeah? Of cour-” You stop mid-sentence, and your face flames red, “I didn’t mean it like that!”

His grin grows, “Really? Cause I kinda liked that sentence, cyare.”

You scowl at him, your face still red, “I have to get back to work.” 

“I’ll sit here until you’re done for the day.” Rex replies as he leans back in his seat.

You get to your feet and shake your head, “It won’t be too much longer,” you reassure. You turn away from him, and he catches your hand and lightly tugs you back.

“Hey, come here,” He murmurs.

You move around the table until you’re standing next to him, and he gently encourages you to lean down. And then he catches your lips in a gentle kiss, and only once he’s done that does he release you.

You press your fingers to your lips and you release a quiet, giddy, giggle. 

Rex watches you with warm eyes, “I’ll see you after you’re done for the day, cyare.” You flash him a blinding grin, and then turn to hurry back to the kitchen.

**************

Before you know it, a month has gone by. And you’re happy. You’re so very happy with Rex. He’s your biggest supporter, and when your mother and older sister became too much for you to handle, he stepped in to help with the restraining order.

And now he’s here with you, with his arm hooked comfortably around your waist, as you stand in the foyer of Ella’s house. The house she shares with her husband.

“You ready for this?” Rex asks as he kisses your temple.

“I think so. I’m surprised she wanted to meet with me. I wrote everything in the letter, after all.” You reply as you lean against him.

“Is it really so surprising that maybe she wants to be family too?”

“Uh. Yeah, a little. My own mother doesn’t want to be family with me.” You point out.

“That’s because your mother is a bitch.”

You release a surprised noise, and there’s a quiet laugh from the stairs, “You’ll get no arguments here, Captain.” Ella, your step-sister, finishes walking down the stairs and she stops in front of the pair of you. “She really is.”

“Hi, Ella.” You greet with a small, nervous, smile.

In return, Ella’s smile is blinding, and she reaches out and takes both of your hands in hers, “Hello, vod! I’m so glad that you reached out!”

“It was the right thing to do,” You reply quietly, “I…haven’t done that enough for you.”

“Nonsense.” Ella’s grip on your hands tighten, “You think I couldn’t hear how they spoke about you? You think I didn’t notice that you made sure that I didn’t starve? That I never noticed the small cake left at my bedroom door on my birthday?”

You shift slightly, “I could have done more.”

“It wasn’t your job to protect me, vod. You were always so much smaller than I was. It was enough that you never took part in their abuse.” Ella smiled warmly, “It’s enough that you told me that they’re trying to spend my inheritance.”

“But-”

“No. No. No buts,” Ella gently guides you down the hall to her garden, “I was so pleased to hear that you managed to slip out from under your mother…and to open your own bakery, even! Oh, I was so proud that I cried, vod!”

“You…you did?”

“Oh, yes. I was a mess when I heard.” Ella grins, and motions for you to sit at the table in the garden, and Rex lightly presses his hand against your shoulder as he sits next to you, “I even sent one of the house servants to go and buy some pastries for me, I was worried that you’d react badly to seeing me in your bakery.”

You shake your head, “You’re always welcome, Ella.”

Ella beams and clasps her hands under her chin, “Oh, this is great! We can finally be a family. A real family. It’s all I’ve ever wanted, really.” She takes a deep breath and visibly calms herself down, “I’m going to go and get my husband, but, oh! I am so happy to see you, vod!”

She hurries back into the house, and you turn to smile at Rex, “This is…better than anything I ever hoped.” You admit.

“Glad that you came, cyare?”

“Yeah. I am.” You agree with a nod, “I never thought…well, I thought families were for other people, honestly. But if me and Ella can put something together with us, and her husband…and you?” Your gaze catches his and he smiles soothingly, “Then maybe we can be a family.”

“It sounds like something to work towards, cyare.” He reaches out and lightly brushes the back of his fingers against your cheek, “And I’m more than happy to help.”

“You won’t get bored?” You ask.

“Of you? Never.” He leans in and kisses you gently, his hand sliding around to gently cradle the back of your head. “It’ll all work out. You’ll see, cyare.”

You smile against his lips, “Well, if you say it then it must be true.” You kiss him again, a sigh of contentment escaping your lips as you do so.

[thelamentknight]

Carmen Larimar

19/Female

German

Pansexual Demisexual

Aquarius (her birthday is February 14)

She says she’s from this place called Meissen, Germany.

Twisted from Cinderella

Ramshackle

She isn’t a student

She’s in the Fashion Club

Her Favorite Food is Sirloin Steak

Her Least Favorite Food is Apples

Dislikes Social Interaction

Hobbies include: Sketching, Sewing, Designing, reading King Arthur, and reading

Talents: Cooking, cleaning, and being able to speak to animals

UM: “Shatter Glass.” Unless it is 12:00am or 12:00pm, Carmen is completely immune to spells and UMs. For example, if Riddle were to use “Off with your head” and collar Carmen, the collar would immediately shatter into little blue glass pieces and disintegrate. Interestingly, this UM never accumulates any blot, and is always on (unless it is 12:00, to which it then turns off). This might be because Carmen is only half Wonderlandian.

Carmen is my version of the MC in Twisted Wonderland. She recalls getting carried into a mysterious carriage by a hooded figure before she ended up in Wonderland. She is the hot topic of lots of gossip in NRC, from her origins to her involvement in Overblots. By the end of the school year, she transfers to Académie Princesse Radieuse (APR), an All-Girls Fashion College.

She’s seen as a bit of a mystery to the other students due to her quiet, timid and reserved nature. She rarely talks, and when she does, she tends to replies in stutters and short answers. Carmen usually keeps to herself, and rarely opens up. She tends to have her head down, and gets flustered quite easily. She’s very kind, always putting others before her, something that many NRC students try to exploit.

Backstory (R*pe, V*olence, G*rey D*ath, and Ab*se warning):

Carmen’s Father is Emery Larimar, the heir of the Larimars. The Larimars are an extremely powerful family, as the Larimar jewelry they make work as translation jewels. When Emery overblotted and k!lled his whole family, he went missing so he could hide from STYX. He had taken a portal and transported to earth, specifically Germany.

However, while he was there, Emery was dr*gged and r*ped by Ingrid Weiss, a ruthless Mafia boss. After r*ping him, Ingrid dragged him to the garbage cans and asked his last name. Emery (still dr*gged) answered that it was Larimar, and Ingrid kicked him before leaving him in the garbage cans. Afterwards, Emery transported back to Wonderland, and was shortly captured by STYX. 8-9 months later, Ingrid gave birth to twins, Carmen and Roman. Emery would remain unaware that he’s a Father.

A couple years later, Ingrid gave birth to Carmen and Roman’s half sisters: Diana and Annabelle. Diana and Annabelle were spoiled rotten and given the finest things. Meanwhile, Carmen and Roman were treated dirt poor and became servants for their own Mother and half sisters. Due to Ingrid’s hate of men, she k!lled Roman by feeding him to dogs she purposely starved when he was 5. Carmen was forced to watch, and Ingrid’s guard had to hold her down as she was kicking and screaming, trying to save her brother.

As the years went on, Carmen was treated like a servant to her Mother and Half Sisters. They also physically ab*sed her as they found Carmen screaming and crying hilarious. One day (when Carmen was 15-16), there was a mouse under Annabelle’s tea cup, so Annabelle, Diana, and Ingrid assumed it was a prank by Carmen. It was not, but they still responded by grabbing glass and cutting her face with it, leaving open gashes on her face (the reason Carmen wears a mask). They disowned her, and dumped her onto the streets. For the next few years, Carmen wandered the streets all alone and slept in the alleys. And she would live like this until a mysterious hooded figured picked her up and carried her to a carriage.

Fun Facts:

+ If you touch her, she’ll squeak like a mouse

+ She has a beautiful singing voice, but she only sings when she’s alone

+ She thinks frogs, mice, and rats are really cute animals

+ She takes shifts working at Sam’s workshop. After Chapter 3, she also sometimes help Azul with cooking for Mostro

+ She dreams to become a Fashion Designer

+ She hates apples because that’s all she was allowed to eat. If her Mother or sisters caught her eating anything else, they’d force her to puke

+ She wears Larimar studded earrings to understand others. She only knows German

+ Dates Vil Schoenheit

+ Carmen and Grim originally counted as one student. Grim would attend classes, while Carmen would either do chores Crowley couldn’t bother to do or work a shift for Sam’s shop. At the end of Chapter 6, when the Headmistress of APR and Crowley have a talk, they agree to make Grim count as a student so Carmen can transfer to APR

+ As she’s not technically a student, she never got a uniform. Carmen made her “uniform” herself

+ After staying in Wonderland for a while, Carmen decided that she wouldn’t return to Earth. Wonderland is more of a home to her than earth was

+ After each boy Overblots, Carmen comes to visit them as they heal in the medical wing. She’ll also bring them their favorite food, which she cooked herself

+ Due to what she’s been through, Carmen has PTSD, depression, and horrible sleeping problems. After gaining enough money (by around Chapter 5-6), she’s taking therapy and medication

+ She has prescribed glasses, but usually wears contacts

+ She’s very tall (she reaches Malleus’ horns without the heels

+ When she told the mirror her name was Carmen Larimar, and the mirror didn’t correct her, everyone in NRC lost it. Throughout the entire year, there was this whole debate on whether or not Carmen was actually a Larimar

Voice Claim

[tex-now]

Tw opinions. Random thoughts on songs in prosekai

Hare wo matsu sucks ass

Ichika doesn't have a single good comm (they're doing you wrong bbg I'm so sorry)

Voices is mid as fuck

Shiho has the best comms overall nut honami haste best individual comms (for leoni)

Aioi is underrated listen to it its really good I reccomend it

Kashika is M I D

an doesn't have any great songs they range from kinda good to ass (THEYRE DOING YOU WRONG GIRL)

Realize is just okay but the rest of kohanes songs are fire

RAD DOGS is just okay. It's not mid but it's just okay. Mirai is mid as fuck tho

Cinema is the best VBS song fight me

Tsukasa has the best comms in the game both individually and overall (sorry I'm a filthy tsukasa oshi)

Kira pipi Kira pika is the second best song in the entire game

Rui has good comms but none of them are great. All are nice and solid but won't make it out of that 6-8/10 range

Nene alternates between bangers and the most boring ass mid ass songs you could ever hear

Glory steady go is peak

Coral is ASS oh my GOD

Tricologe is better than samsa

Watashi wa ame is pretty alright but I despise inabakumori so I dont like it

Mizuki never misses. Give me your night is pretty alright (THE VOICE CRACK OUGH....)

Ena has good songs overall very consistently good. She's like rui in that regard

BUG IS PEAK

saisei is so fucking horrible but I'm sure everyone alright knew that

Engeki is overrated as fuck

Kitty is peak

Lower is overrated

I forget empurple exists half the time. It's good like seriously good but so forgettable for some reason idk

More more jumps covers are better than their comms

WORLDWIDE WANDER IS PEAK OH MY GODDDDD

Haruka has the third best songs overall in the entire game. This girl never misses

Minoris songs are all pretty okay(excluding worldwide wander which is peak). Her comms just arent usually my cup of tea

Airis songs FUCK so hard (except ice drop which is mid as fuck)

Shizuku has one really good comm and that's it. The rest are just okay or kinda bad

More more jump has the best covers individually but niigo has the best overall

Miracle paint is the best cover in the entire game fight me

Traffic jam is sooosososoo good oh my godddddddd

Anhane's duets are the best in the game

Pheles is peak

Fixer is PEAKKKKKKK

KING and QUEEN covers are both pretty mid

Aun no Beats is that popular for a fucking reason holy shit

MARSHMARY IS PEAKKKKKKK OH MY GOD

MORE MORE JUMP NEVER MISSES WITH THE COVERS

DARLING DANCE. SHOUJO REI. MILK CROWN ON SONCCEITA. SAYONARA PRINCESS POPPIN CANDY FEVER DAME DA NINGEN DA PATCHWORK STACCATO. BANGER AFTER BANGER

YOMOSUGARA KIMI OMOU IS PEAK

romeo to Cinderella is mid though

ROKI IS PEAK

KIBOU NO TSUKI IS PEAK

All the honaichi duets are pretty good

... ikaniade is just okay.... I'm sorry... I feel bad about this one

Slow downer is PEAK oh my GOD

Niigo has the best duet covers. Cutlery dokuzu villian venom gehenna jushou mushoku otome kaibou. All of them are amazing

Charles is good but not great same with cellphone love story

[the-amazing-wonderss]

Save me ROMEO!!

Inspo from the song 'Romeo and Cinderella' but not actually going with the meaning behind it, or maybe it does?? (Nothing smut related to it obviously) But it's however you want to see it honestly, so enjoy! ⎯ ☠️

Content: Hurt/comfort, Royal AU, Female reader, rushed and not properly proofread Summary: In which the reader is running away from an arrange marriage and needs saving!

Characters: Kou, Nene, Tsukasa

When there's something you don't know, It's only natural to want to find out. ⎯ I'm scared. Afraid that this marriage will take me away from you, my loyal knight. If only we could run away from this place and start anew, no titles or riches. Just you and me in this lone world, my dear Romeo.

[A knight in love with the Princess]

KOU is very dedicated and loyal to what he believes is right. Fighting and bringing justice to those who've committed any wrongdoings, while also leaning towards being a mediator when it comes to disputes breaking out. Thus, why he's your special knight, your only knight that you've kept by your side that you truly trust and can call a friend when you're both alone.

So to hear about the engagement? An arrange marriage decided on a whim by your parents? Kou wanted nothing more than to hold you right then and there as a way to protect you from their decision, but couldn't. That is, until you both went back to your room where you cried your woes to him.

It was hard to see the person he cared so, so much for, crying in his arms and having to accept you'd be taken away from him... After all, he was just a knight to you and nothing more.

But what if the story had changed? What if there was some sort of miracle where you didn't need to be married off? What if... You could be called his instead?

It was but a faint thought that only crossed his mind for a moment, but the way you shot up and agreed voluntarily? Immediately? He didn't know what else to say to you after hearing you'd jump on board with the idea.

Needless to say that there was already a plan formed out. A plan for you both to run away and start anew... A story, where the fairytale ended with an ending you decided for yourselves instead.

I'm a Juliet who wants to run away but don't call me by that name, we have to live happily ever after otherwise where's the fun? ⎯ My friend, my soulmate, whatever shall I do? I can't stand to be apart from you nor can I see myself being with someone who isn't you. Isn't that so odd? Are friends suppose to feel this way for each other? What shall I do, oh my sweet Romeo...

[A childhood friend in love with the Princess]

You've known your dear childhood friend, NENE, to be quite the romantic when it comes to love and marriage in general. Whenever you'd meet up with her, there was always something she had brewing ⎯ perhaps it was some sort of gossip she heard amongst the noble ladies, or another story she found and loved? But for once... The one time where you had invited her over for a cup of tea, she didn't have anything to say other than⎯

"Is it true... You're getting married?" Her face was downcast as she muttered out the question. When you answered her, you swore it drooped down even more.

But that's just how it is, is it not? An arrange marriage is nothing more than common knowledge to unite families together, a clear act with no meaning behind it whatsoever, but even so... Yourself and Nene couldn't help but still feel at a loss for words, even when coming to the conclusion that that's just how it is.

Days had turned into weeks and soon, you found yourself already in your wedding gown ⎯ ready for the ceremony to commence and for your life to change completely. And right by your side stood your dear maid of honour. Nene... Who complimented how gorgeous you looked in your dress, can only hope that your husband will treat you right.

But only just after saying that, you immediately broke down into tears, shocking the poor girl who tried her best to comfort you while also tearing up as well. Being a complete and utter mess in each other's arms, not wanting this to be your fate ⎯ you both had planned last minute to ditch the wedding entirely to run away. Far away, where no one can tell you two what to do anymore.

And even though it does end up a bit rocky, with how you both ran in dresses that soon became ruined with tears and mud splattered on them, the happy ending you've both been imagining since you were kids... Is finally coming true now, now that you both had each other.

Enough for you to bite me, enough to make me hurt. I'm the one you fell in love with, right? ⎯ I made a deal with the devil. He promised he'd get me out and take me far away from this place... That i'll finally be free from all my worries and tears, but can I really trust him? Sadly enough, I do. For he is my Romeo in wolf's clothing after all.

[A devil in love with the Princess]

This sly little devil was someone you met after getting married. Coming to your aid only later when he saw how miserable you were with your S/O. Arriving in your room late at night when you stood out in your balcony, by yourself, with no one around to even protect you (from him).

And even though he did come off as creepy at first and a bit insensitive when you told him about your situation, he surprisingly didn't leave. Instead, he actually stayed and listened to you rant your heart out at how terrible it was to even live in this foreign place with no one you knew by your side. He stayed, while others didn't.

Maybe you were a fool for actually trusting him that night and the next few nights after that, but he had always came without you even needing to call for him, and when he did come ⎯ he had always tried cheering you up, even if its in the most bizarre ways.

Though on one particular night, everything had quickly changed for you. Your S/O had found out you were talking with someone in secret and confronted you about it. Yelling and screaming were all heard from your chambers ⎯ but then suddenly stopped... Outsiders would've thought you both had finally settled down, but that was not the case whatsoever.

TSUKASA had made an appearance during the midst of the fight and wasn't at all bother by your S/O's confused shouting at who or what he is, Tsukasa's sole focus was all on you, just you. Eyes looking directly at you, to silently tell you to take the leap of fate and come with him. To make a deal with the devil himself to escape what was already hell for you.

That's what you wanted, right? To leave and be free, right? So why not take the chance with him? After all, he is your Romeo.

[coqxettee]

Coquette Spring

Romanticizing my Spring 🌸

Spring has been so peaceful so far. I spend my mornings reading, doing yoga, journaling in bed and eating a light breakfast whilst looking out my cottage window at the birds and wildlife that come into my garden ♡

Only wearing the sweetest of colors for my cotton candy aura, baby pinks and blue’s that radiate Spring time. Pink gingham, denim shorts, floral dresses, milkmaid dresses and jelly sandals with frilly socks to give into my inner child ♡

Wearing my baby pink, heart shaped sunglasses now the sun is making it’s way here ♡

Coating myself in sugary, vanilla, floral body sprays and perfumes for Spring. Marc Jacob’s Daisy & Miss Dior ♡

Watching cartoons or reading fairytales in the garden, and imagining what life would be like if I was whisked away into the fairy stories I read about ♡

Walking up to the local shop and listen to “Lana del rey” to stock up on lollipops and bubblegum, the perfect sweets for this time of year ♡

Picking out a cute outfit to go to the market. The markets are on every weekend and I love when the sun is shining and I can find a quiet spot under a tree at the market, to read or write in my diary ♡

Baking heart shaped cookies, or cakes with sugary-sweet icing for my family to enjoy, whilst listening to vintage music in the kitchen, and wearing a sweet little apron. All the pastel baking utensils too! Ahhhh! ♡

Collecting heart shaped plates, mugs and cups, pretty picture frames and vintage things to adorn my country kitchen with ♡

Hanging out my nightgowns and pretty Spring dresses in the garden to dry, makes my country cottage garden even more beautiful ♡

Eating strawberries and cream lollipops whilst flicking through my vintage magazines on my bed, and swooning over all the handsome actors in them ♡

Long Spring evening walks, then coming home in the garden and making flower crowns and daisy chains ♡

Trips to the garden centre on sunny days, wearing a cute outfit and taking my tote bag, drinking lemonade in the cute cafe and having girly, gossip chats with my mum. Looking at all the cottage core accessories in the gift shop and going to the indoor market afterwards to buy fresh fruit and Vegetables ♡

Light Spring meals of fruits and vegetables that I’ve picked out at the garden centre that day ♡

Coming home in the evening to watch “Bridgerton” and play board games with my family ♡

Eating ice lolly’s on particularly sunny days and writing in my journal at my vanity ♡

Wearing coconut body lotion and rose scented hand cream to stay the sweetest girl in town ♡

Buying fresh bunches of flowers to put in my cottage and in my bedroom, so everywhere smells sweet and delightful ♡

Splashing in puddles on really rainy days, dancing in the rain with my pink raincoat and catching raindrops on my tongue ♡

Running about the garden in my pink milkmaid dress, going to the local farm to see the alpacas and chickens ♡

Feeling like a Spring woodland fairy, trying to spot wild deer and bunny’s in my local wood ♡

Having Picnics and Tea Party’s with extra special treats. Sugary biscuits and fruity tea’s to feel like Marie Antoinette ♡

Pretty baby pink or yellow manicure. Light colored nails for this time of year ♡

Painting watercolors and doing Spring crafts as the nights draw out and the days get longer ♡

Fuzzy socks, warm cups of tea and Disney movies in the evenings. Bambi, Cinderella and Sleeping beauty ♡

Collecting Sylvanian families to put in my little doll house in my bedroom. I’m growing my collection hehe ♡

[ask-missparker]

Hello old friend. 🍎 ONCE UPON A TIME AU 👑

Cinderella!Roch & Snow!Mia short blurb

The birds were chirping but the sky was gloomy, clouds brushed against each other looking around for space.

The last couple of days felt very lonely to say the least. However she tried to make the best of it and keep herself busy around town, helping Ethan and the others with restoring the place. They had a few mishaps lately with Alexander, people breaking into stores, fights among the folks who lived there and questionable behavior from the former team members.

Villains trying to resurface their past selfishness and corruption to the heroes here too.

With the recent curse lifted, she couldn’t blame them. It felt a bitter taste in her mouth. Half of their friends—family members were gone in the Enchanted Forest, leaving them with uncertainty over whether they will survive or not. But she tried to have hope, even if her brother-in-law Alexander wasn’t helpful, just trying to rain on her parade every-time she tried to visit him for answer of any kind.

Now she sat here in her apartment, scrolling through Netflix while snacking on a handful of grapes. She thought about requesting keys to her husband’s rather large home but she didn’t have any idea on how to get that information, besides she enjoyed the smaller space.

While in the middle of scrolling through the page, as a result of questionable content appeared on her screen, a knock appeared on her door. She raised an eyebrow not expecting anyone to visit her today, opening the door to assume it being Cassandra or someone with a similar interest in her query today. But instead she was greeted by a smile unlike no other and bright red curls that lit up a flame in anyone’s path.

“What? Not happy to see me?” Said the redhead who reached out to snap her back to reality.

“Huh? What, no! Rochelle honey come in!” She replied chuckling, letting her enter the living quarters of her home.

“I would’ve arranged to be here sooner but the weather was very bad this morning and the kids wanted to play in the backyard before visiting their uncle.”

“I’m just surprised that you know my address..”

“Oh I asked about! Cassie gave it to me, well no, technically Melissa overheard our conversation and knew exactly where you would be today, since you’re usually at home on Saturday afternoons even while you were cursed—sorry I’m rambling! I just needed a break from the kids and work, and all of town’s folk. When this is over we’re going to The Rabbit Hole!”

“The rabbit hole..? Is that reference to Wonderland?”

———

Rochelle chuckled at her old friend’s response. Usually she was the one who was native and innocent for the most part when it came to the world around her, having lived as a servant girl then became a princess overnight. Yes she knew Mia was rather slow and a bit clueless at times, but this was new to her. Mia was always the first person with her head pointed in the right direction, depending on the circumstances at hand, so seeing her like this made her smile.

Then again Rochelle has lived in this world longer than she has, her friend was in a coma for 16 years at the hospital, and she wondered around places a lot more over the years, so it made complete sense that she would seem this way. Recent events had made it a little difficult to find a moment of peace, hell even Rochelle was worried and confused about their current situation, but she tried to look in the more positive direction.

After a moment the redhead spoke again, “Yes, The Rabbit Hole! It’s a very good bar in the town, it’s nearby Grandpa’s place, they serve drinks and food. I will definitely have to take you there soon.”

“I don’t know if a bar would be my cup of tea..oh god, I sound like my Cassie..and you, no offense.” Mia replied, pouring them both two glasses of lemonade from the fridge.

“None taken, I get it, I wasn’t into the whole bar scene until Jeremy, Melissa and I went one night years back. Best decision ever made. They served me the most delicious Apple martini! And then—”

Rochelle paused sipping her glass of lemonade realizing the last part of her sentence, she messed up knowing she doesn’t have a good enough past with apples. Looking at Mia’s face she expected a disapproving look but instead she was met with a smirked expression.

Mia laughed and nodded, “You’re good don’t worry! I am learning my lesson from that experience.”

“Oh thank heavens I thought I said something wrong!” Explained the redhead who laughed, “So what’s going on here?”

“Not much. Just trying to take it easy..”

“I know you miss them, we all do. I could only imagine how you’re feeling right now, with our friends gone..I could go nuts knowing my children and spouse were gone. I don’t even know how you’re so calm right now! How are you so calm?”

“I’m keeping myself busy actually. Like yesterday, I went to the stables with Cole, we had a small picnic and entertained the horses.”

“What about Alexander? He’s uh, something else..no offense!”

“None taken, I just tolerate him.”

———

Amelia remembers how two days ago, she arrived at Alexander’s home as requested by her boss at the hospital to check on his bandages. She refused to do so but Rose, a fellow nurse, kept her company until further notice that day. Alexander was rather difficult for her standard procedure, as he wasn’t pleased with having two nurses at his home and exclaiming how he can take care of himself. But one bark and bite from Rose brought him down a peg to be looked at by her and Mia.

She remembered how Alexander kept giving snarky remarks, odd expressions and engaging in some sort of banter with both nurses. However due to the man having his cuffs tightened on his wrist and being injured previously, there was a sense of vulnerability and humor to his presence that day.

Yes, Amelia disliked the man and was rather reluctant about her orders to make sure he was doing fine, but a small part of her almost smiled seeing him this way. She knew if it was left to Rose, she would’ve made the check harsh enough for Alexander, resulting in them staying longer in the man’s home.

——

Both women took towards the couch in the middle of the room, grabbing the remote control to see what’s on TV for the day as they tried to relax. They spent their time chatting and watching television together, until a certain cartoon appeared on the screen.

Well more like a movie.

Disney’s Cinderella.

To say Rochelle’s jaw dropped was an understatement as she watched what was supposed to be her counterpart on screen. Amelia couldn’t contain her laughter at her friends expression and exclaiming certain moments across the film. Yes Rochelle knew about the story, especially from her children and Cole’s views on her experiences, and how everyone has their own interpretations of things, but this wasn’t what she expected.

Amelia watched on television as it showed a young blonde woman dressed in a sliver almost blue dress talking in her fairy godmother. She remembered the tale from her friends, hell she was there during the ball, so she knew this wasn’t how the story went.

It was settled in her head for a movie night for everyone one of theses days to react and comment on theses versions of their stories.

“Ok first off, i ain’t some blonde bimbo who cried the whole night, I mean I did cry but still, and secondly i didn’t have some old ass fairy godmother to help me! I had a magic business man dressed in freaking leather pants who sassed me half the time!” Rochelle said with such enthusiasm and sass in her tone, “Cole did not look like that!”

Amelia was leaning into her seat, resting her elbow against the armrest of the couch, “Mhmmm yeah I remember. And he was wearing his engagement ring too.”

“Exactly! Wait when was he engaged?!”

“Jeremy proposed to him a few weeks before Michelle’s ball, if I’m correct. He showed me that ring like it was a gift from the gods.”

“Wait what?! Ohhh damn slay, I guess.”

“I’m sorry if you just say ‘slay’?”

“Gen Z slang I think? I found the kids using it. Don’t judge me!”

Instead Mia just laughed.

~~~~

I know this is short! But it’s what I came up with right now. I will definitely continue this discussion soon

Anyways let me know what u guys think 💙❤️

Tags: @missstrawbs2001 @gcthvile @blueboirick @cherrysft @meiramel @ask-starrk @thechoooooosenone @wizzzardofoz @finlayholmes @ethan-lensherr @purpleprincessonfyre @luna-d-marsh @rickb-chaos

[gremlinvapor]

“Right place right time” Sukuna x Cinderella

Part 2/8

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Chapter 2 “Training”

The next morning Sukuna could be spotted strolling the alleys of the nearby city. A change of scenery was proving good to him. He felt better than the day before for sure. While turning a corner his blood red eyes glanced up on the clocktower. It was soon time for him to return to Cinderella's house. 

Cinderella on the other hand experienced a dreadful morning. Her stepsisters, more dreadful than ever, abused her viciously. Anastasia seemed especially irritable, stealing the golden haired girl’s shoes at one point and non stop complaining about foot pain. Cleaning, cooking, cleaning after the cooking, attending to the animals, attending to her stepfamily. All this day in and day out. It all reached a boiling point when her sisters tripped her while carrying her late mothers favorite tea set. 

-Watch where you’re going Clumzella.-Drizella cackled while kicking a porcelain shard away.

Cinderella stayed motionless on the floor. Tears going down her face. She couldn’t tolerate it any longer. She wanted to show them a piece of her mind. Just as she was thinking of ways in which her stepsisters could pay for their behavior, a swarm of mice attacked them. The rodents pierced their flesh and gnawed at their clothes. The girl's beautiful face filled with terror once she snapped back from her rage filled thoughts. She hastley helped shake the mice off of Drizella and Anastasia. Once the stepsisters were free from the attack Cinderella left. Not giving them a chance to retaliate. She ran to the well outside her home. Scared and confused, she sat next to it. In her hand she held one of the mice. 

-What has gotten into you? Why did you do it?- she questioned the critter- Is-is it because of me?... I- No, nevermind. Oh, I can just imagine what horrible punishment is waiting on me back home.

She set the animal on the grass as she curled up into a ball. Looking so small that she could have been easily overlooked. 

After a while a figure approached allerted by the sound of weeping. It was the same man she met the day before. He has no doubt returned to search for his lost possession, she thought. Not accustomed to comforting people, Sukuna stood there uncomfortably. He sighed and sat beside the young woman. She looked up at him teary eyed. His hand placed upon her shoulder, carefully so that his clawed fingers wouldn’t hurt her. 

-What happened?-he inquired. 

Her blue eyes filled with yet more tears and she hid her face behind her arm without saying a word. Sukuna, ticked off by the thought of someone having hurt Cinderella, grabbed her by the chin. Making their eyes meet. 

-What happened?-he asked this time with a much sterner voice.

-Well-I-I just… I couldn’t take it anymore and the mice…. they attacked my sisters. And I just…-she struggled to explain in between her snifeling.

-There, there. Calm yourself now. No need to explain any further.

-I… You know, I just wish I could change things somehow. They degrade me every day and I just can’t go on like this.-she calmed down while Sukuna stroked her back-But I can’t do anything. I can’t do anything at all.

Her words invoked an unknown feeling in Sukunas heart. Did he feel sorry for Cinderella? Whatever it was, it made him want to desperately help her. His clawed hands carefully cupped the sides of her face. He pulled her in so close that they were inches away from each other. Now that he had the girls full atencion he spoke to her in a soothing way.

-I’ll teach you.

Her long lashes quickly batted a few times. She shook her head gently in disbelief.

-Tell me just who are you? You aren’t actually a hunter are you?

-I’m not.-he stood up from the ground, the sun cast his face in parcial shadow- I’m a powerful curse and my name is Ryomen Sukuna. I can teach you how to use cursed techniques… If you allow me.- his arm stretched out toward Cinderella, waiting for her answer. 

-But whatever you’re describing sounds like magic and… I can’t use any magic. 

-Nonsense. You’re simply unaware of it. I can see a great power within you.

She reached out  for his hand but before they touched she pulled away as if she had changed her mind.

-Why do you want to help me?

Her question rang in the cursed man's ears. He wasn’t too sure about the answer either. It simply seemed like a shame to let sutch talent go to waste, but maybe there was something else to it too. After a second of silence he answered.

-I can’t stand to see you suffer like this. Not if I can do something about it.

His words sounded genuine to her so much so that she agreed to his offer. The rest of the day they spent together trying to learn more about the blonde’s jujutsu abilities.