#male cinderella

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Please pleaseee more Yandere male Cinderella!!!!

You are from a wealthy noble family, whose family are friends with the Tremaines.

When you saw Elliot's (Male Cinderella/Ella) condition, you felt sympathy at how the Tremaines treats him.

He's soft-spoken and charming at first, after he accept your kind acts, mistaking it for romantic gestures.

"This gift is for me?...but I don't deserve such kindness!"

And he may have a fragile sense of self-worth, making his need for your approval obsessive.

Cinderella's cruel stepfamily could serve as an advantage, showing why he clings to you so desperately.

Or perhaps one of the step siblings develops feelings for you, igniting Cinderellon's jealousy.

But what really sets him off is when you say that you will go to the ball held by the king to have his son, the prince, choose a wife.

Elliot is determined to attend the royal ball to capture your attention, even though his charming intention hides an intense possessiveness, as he vows to not let anyone else dance with you.

When his step siblings destroy his outfit for the ball, he decides to kill them by poisoning their food...and the food of his step mother.

Then a fairy appeared after he buried their bodies in his backyard.

Well, he was going to kill them anyway, so he can have his home and status back.

Elliot believes that providing you with the best life style is what you deserve.

The fairy godmother granted him his wish to go to the ball in the best clothes and carriage.

He also asked for a little something from her, a magical necklace that would enchant you in falling for him.

When he arrives to the ball, everyone was entranced by him, but you were already too focused, dancing with the prince.

He walks over to you both with a gentle smile, before offering his hand to you.

"If you allow me, my prince, I would like to steal my fiancee for a dance."

The prince was shocked as you were, but the prince agreed despite wanting to spend more time with you.

"Elliot...you look different tonight, and those shoes are beautiful."

"I want you to see me in my best as you saw in my worst."

Through the dance, Elliot leans and places his lips against yours, confessing his love.

And you also confessed yours.

Resulting in a happily ever after with him.

Or is it a happily ever after? I mean prince charming seems to also want you.

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Pairing: Viktuuri. Tags: Humor, romance, fluff.

"Yuuri, a renowned shoemaker, starts working at the Nikiforovs' castle as the royal shoemaker, where he meets a mysterious but lovable gardener named Vitya."

[Original version, spanish]

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Can you please do a Yandere (male) Cinderella with Princess/Prince Charming reader

Sure <3 I don't usually get request on this tumblr profile lol This was requested so long ago.... Like probably in 2021... Damn... Kinda went off a little...

Artist: Miyuli

You tapped your fingers on the wood, looking out to the town. Your father was pressuring you into finding a husband and it was starting to get pestering. He had suggesting taking up one of your suitors from another country, but it wasn't what you wanted. You wanted more for yourself. Someone you loved and cared for-

No, that was stupid. Honestly, you would be fine if you both got along. That was all you needed.

"What about a ball?"

You looked back towards your father, confused, "A ball?"

"Yes- A marriage ball."

You couldn't believe your next words, but if this would get your dad off your back, you'd agree, "Fine." Your father was about to cheer, but you held up your hand, "BUT! If I don't find someone, then we quit."

Your father knew you would find someone. There was to many people for you not too. So, of course he agreed.

---

Your room was swarming with people, putting on your makeup, dress, hair, etc etc. There was so much going on even you couldn't keep up with it. Your father kept going on and on about how this was going to be the best night of your life, but you doubted it.

"It's time."

You rolled your eyes and followed your father to the ballroom, where you sat in a throne, waiting for the guest to approach you.

"Your majesty," They would say as they bowed or curtseyed.

You would nod and welcome them. Though, after only 20 minutes you started to slouch and when you did, your father would quickly correct you. Some boys and their father came in, trying to win your favor, but they were like everyone else. No one stood out to you.

Maybe that was rude, but it was true. You can't all be beautiful, because then no one is beautiful. You thought this whole thing was a bust and your father started to think the same, until you saw him-

He blonde hair was fluffy and curled around his sharp face. He had on a light blue, almost silver, suit with black details. You didn't know why you were so drawn to him, but you had to know everything about him.

"Hello."

Elias was startled by your appearence, but was quickly overcome with flushed emotions when realizing who you were. He quickly bowed-

"Your majesty."

"What's your name?" You ask, grabbing his hand, before leading him away from the stairs.

His eyes widen and he looks around, before coming up with a fake name. "Cinder!"

"Cinder? Like burned coal?"

He blushed and quickly nodded. You hummed, before asking him if he wanted to dance. You were genuinely surprised by how swift and gracefully he was, especially when he spun you.

"I've never seen you before," You remark to him, "And I've gone to town before."

"Oh, well I don't get out much-"

"Scared you'll kill all the girls?" You joke, which causes him to chuckle.

He couldn't believe it. He was here dancing with you and you were joking with him. He could see the envious glares of everyone, especially his brothers. He gulped as you scooted in closer to him.

"Do you want to go somewhere private?" You whispered to him and as he was about to say yes, the clock started to strike. You were taken by surprised when he quickly started to leave. You followed close behind, trying to call for him. "Cinder, where are you going?"

"I'm so sorry, Princess, but I have to go."

And then he was gone and all that was left was a glass shoe.

---

You sighed into your bed. Your father was asking you a million questions about the male you were dancing with and you didn't know the answer to any of it. The male's glass shoe sat on your dresser, shinning in the light.

"Who was he? What happened? Where did he go?"

"I don't know!" You yell into your pillow before an idea pops into your head. You jump out of your bad, grab the shoe and start to head out. Your father quickly followed behind asking where you were going, but you were ignoring him and told your drivers to take you into town.

---

You had asked around the town, asking if anyone knew a Cinder, but you came up empty. Had he lied to you about his name?

"I don't know anyone named Cinder," An old man tells you, after you asked him about the male at your ball. You hung your head, about to give up, when he continues, "BUT," He points to a Victorian-styled house, "There is a male who lives there that fits the description of the male you were talking about. Doesn't get out much though. I've only seen him once or twice."

You were ecstatic at the possibility of finding the man from last night. You thanked the old man and went towards the house. A few guards stood behind you as you knocked on the door.

An older man opened the door, before calling to his sons, when seeing you. He welcomes you in asking if you'd like something to drink.

"No. Actually, I'm looking for the man from last night-"

The father, you assumed, shook you off, "My sons are so much better-"

"Yeah. Um, I heard he was here." You hold up the man's shoe, "And I'm not leaving until I find him."

"Well, me and my sons are the only ones who live here, so maybe it was one of them." He gestures to his boys.

No, there was no way. You looked to one of your guards, who quickly understood you wanted him to look around to find another person in the house, because you knew the man was lying. You force on a smile, before straightening up.

"Is that drink still on the table, because I'd love some tea."

---

You internally groan, as the males keep talking to themselves. You were getting bored of this conversation, but luckily one of your guards came in and you were so happy to be saved.

"We found someone in the back."

You quickly stand up, "Well, let's go see!"

The father, Lord Tremaine, looked towards his sons, hoping one of them could stop you, but you were quick to get out of there. You followed your guard, who lead you to a blonde male who was covered in rags.

You jumped over the small doors and rushed to him, before grabbing his arms and pulling him up. He was taken by surprise at your appearance.

"It's you!" You were in his face, close enough to kiss and his dirt covered face was red.

"What are you talking about that idiot wasn't there."

You looked towards the step brothers, who were now at the entrance. Your brows frowned, "I think I'd know who I was dancing with and it was you." You looked around the stable, before your nose scrunched up. "God, we have to get you out of here." You pulled him with you, but he pulled back, confusing you.

"You must be mistaken. I was here all night."

You frown, before shaking your head, "No. I remember it was you. Here," You grab the shoe from one of your guards, and hand it to you. "Put on the shoe-"

"No."

"Do you not like me?"

He grabs the shoe, everyone now watching him. He frowned when it fit, because he knew how his step father and siblings would react.

"Ha! I knew it." You grab his hand, pulling him with you, "Now let's get you out of this shit hole."

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Take Me With You (fanfic)

A shameless plug in for a fic I made for a male disney princess x oc. 

Warnings will apply: for slight yandere themes, mature themes, and suggestive content. Smut is added in later. Female Original Character, the oc’s world is taking place in a futuristic material world.

Summary:

“Take me with you, for laughs, for the unknown, take me with you.”- Schmendrick the Magician, The Last Unicorn.

Somewhere in the cosmos, someone enjoys watching her trying not to rip her hair out with every turn of the page of game that was probably cursed. To end each route with a fairy tale ending or at least a happy ending . Even so, trying to leave when a prince clings to you, asking you not to leave them behind is hard.

"Take me with you."

(mature themes) (original female characters

Chapter one: Paralogue

‘Let’s have a late dinner’- was the message sent to her. Above in their diamond cages, Gogo dancers call out to her to ‘come play with us~’ beckoning her to come closer, as she brushes past grasping hands that reach for her. Victoria waved good-bye to her friends as she strode past them, blowing kisses to her girls.

‘You’re alive, thank God.’ A ride request to one of the cabbies and another text comes, directions and a surprise. 

‘I’ll meet you at the cafe, I have something for you.’  The cab pulls away from the club and off another text goes. The city life is loud as its bright lights that overtook the night stars' brilliance, the sidewalks over crowded, her cabbie driver honking her horn at a punk jay walker. A dancing hologram ad, advertising a new game flashes dangerously close to the roads.

‘Can’t wait, see you soon :)’

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The overhead radio plays the charming song 'El Adventuro' throwing her back to countless nights as a kid waiting for her parents to leave a party. Now it's with Amos who hasn't said anything to her for the past ten minutes after throwing himself into her booth, he then begins ordering a drink with the startled waitress. Slapped a little white box with a red bow on the table, with a slurred voice," Your birthday gift." And slumped over in his seat accompanied by a loud crack.

"Ay hijo no," Victoria got up to fix him up, Amos let her drag his corpse to a non-back breaking position, she patted his short hair gently."Nap, you'll smell your coffee before you know it." 

 She smooths the wrinkles of her short, blue glittery dress and takes a sip of her drink, waiting for Amos to remember who he is and how he came to be. Said friend was dead to the world. Glancing down at his tan coat, she felt sympathy at the familiar sight of demon ick staining the bottom of his tan coat, still wet dripping on the plastic. Shaking her head, she wipes off the stains with a frown. Hopefully no one noticed it.

 ‘That's not gonna come off, Amos, you have to soak that stuff immediately,’ Their jobs were often messy, a true mark of an experienced master in their field, is the cleanliness of their clothes.’‘He must have come here straight from the mission, poor Amos, sweetie needs to eat.’

A red coffee mug appears, and true as the sun rises in the east, so did Amos. Victoria snorts when Amos screeches after burning his tongue. Amos, gangly and boney whose tall height made him look almost skeletal, sipped slowly from his coffee mug paying no attention to her. The bright neon lights of a dancing pink pig flash across them, drawing harshness to his face.

"Amos," she called to him, taking his attention from the window." You should have something to eat, you look hungry."

A "pwshh" escapes him, Amos runs his hand through his short red hair. "Yeah, I haven't eaten anything since yesterday," he confesses,”I don’t know what to eat, pick for me Victoria, I trust you.” 

“Are you sure about that?” 

"Don't make me pull out my dagger."

"Tiny compared to my sword." Victoria pats her purse.

"How the fuck does that even fit in there?" Amos sadly didn't get his answer.

 Victoria flags down a waitress, speaking to her with ease in Spanish-  picking at dishes that would fill them both up. She hadn't eaten anything when she left the club and the horchata can only do so much. Amos had already finished his coffee by the time their other drinks arrived. Amos looked tired, his eyes sullen as he gazed at the dancing pink mascot of the cafe El Pequeñito Puerco. Whatever case he had been assigned to, it had left its mark. Victoria reaches over to Amos, patting his hands in a show of comfort. “Thank you for coming home,” Victoria says to him, focusing on the warmth she felt. 

Thank you, for coming back alive, was unsaid.

Amos squeezed her hand gently before letting go. “I did make a promise, and you know I don’t take those lightly.” he said. A quirk of his lips, that faded quickly as it came. He picks up the little red box by its big bow and slips it back over to her,”Here, I missed your birthday, so I got you this game. I heard how much you love those otome dating games.”

“Of course, you heard that! ” Victoria covers her mouth to laugh,”Don’t judge me Amos, how can I resist those pretty faces?” She’s pretty weak to them, seeing as Lei is the one who convinced her to play video games. Games leave a bad taste on her tongue, as in typical Lei fashion somehow got a hold of the possessed ones that get them trapped in another dimension.

To be fair, it’s a rare thing to happen, Lei just happens to be a special case.

 Funnily enough, otome games were the few they got to enjoy without the dimension crisis. Gushing over the gorgeous leads, men or women, didn’t matter who they would go for in the end– what really mattered were the craziest choices they could find. Anything for the memes. Then they cry over the loveable NPC players who got fodder off, boo’ing the male lead, and reading lines with bad voice overs. Lei was the one who made her fall in love with otome games, even if he managed to make her wary of going to the arcade with him. Charming her to go, with that stupidly handsome grin that makes her weak-kneed, and ends with her on his lap.

God, did she miss him.

“It’s a new one that came out a while back,” Amos continued, he played with the fried beans on his plate, mixing it with bowls worth of Salvadorian crema. Victoria side eyed him for that, he took it when she wasn’t looking again.”I think you might like it's one of those fairy tale ones, the game practically endless with all the stories it has. Plus, I promise you it’s not haunted or anything! No possession records either!”

“No time loops?” Victoria asked suspicious of it. She speared at the red box with her fork, not trusting it enough to touch it, never mind  before. Time loops were horrible pockets of dimensions never-ending reruns and she had enough of those for a lifetime. This world has never lacked a horror that drags the unassuming, the innocent and the naivety of those who not once thought of them. Even a simple pleasure such as games, brings her weariness. "You checked it before, right? Amos?"

“None! I made sure of it,” Amos said confidently, finally some color returning to his pale cheeks. Amos stuffed his face with gusto, his plate of chile relleno was disappearing at a fast rate. So fast that he accidently gets some of the sauce on the sleeve of his coat. Victoria lets out a puff of laughter as he curses. ”Oh come on! Ugh forget it! Listen, that game is the best one out so far, so you better play it.” He jabs his fork to make his point clear.

"Oh monsieur, please be merciful!" A wry grin curls her mouth, her hoop earrings dance as she shakes her head, ”Now keep eating, you blackhole or I’m leaving you to the undead vampires– they’re haunting the parks tonight.” She should dig into her own food, unless she wanted soggy tostadas de tinga. She brushes her hair back, careful to not get it caught on the wooden buttons of her cardigan.

“That’s a myth!” was all Amos said.

The two chatted over their dinner, swapping stories of past trips, Amos retelling of the possessed doll he encountered in his recent case that ended up with setting it on fire. "Listen, that doll had to die, so I pulled out my hairspray and lighter then started blasting." 

Then Victoria kept him up with her research of folk-lore cases from decades ago. It had started with one tale then another until she spiraled into burying herself in books. She had dived right back into fairy tales and binging on old Disney movies. Amos immediately made fun of her for it and she introduced him to her new shiny heels. Her gift was left untouched. With their plates having been taken away, Amos sat back against the worn plastic padding, making loud groans.

“I can feel my guts rearrange themselves,” Amos slumped over.

“Don’t die here, Amos, I can’t drag your body back to your apartment, these are new shoes.” Victoria hums, she towers over him waving the receipt,” I paid already, so come on get up and let’s go.”

“Your tall ass can literally carry me over there like a sack of potatoes. Now, leave me here so I can remember how to walk again,” Amos bemoaned, a snicker later before the lanky man crawled out of his seat,”okay okay let's go already, good food, I need to come here more.”

“Oh, definitely. Thank you for the food,” Victoria calls over, waving goodbye to their waitress who thanked them for coming. They leave the warm bright restaurant, and into the crisp cold night. Their breath comes out like silver wisps. Shivering, Victoria pulls her thick cardigan closer to her, she was not made for the cold! Her stockings did little to protect her, this is what she gets for not changing at the club. The night sky was clear of any clouds, leaving the moon full and luminous. Clear enough, they could see the red painted moon colonies that looked eerily like a scar.

A comfortable silence settled between them as they headed towards Amoss’ car. Despite the rocky start, this ended on a good note to her. It’s been too long since she’s seen Amos, longer had it been since she had met up with any of her other friends. Nothing unusual, as those who work in their fields leave for long periods, and disappear even faster than a whisper could be said in between the spaces.

Victoria will drop everything to see them, before anything could happen again.

“Thanks for getting the meal, Victoria, I’ll pay next time. How has your sabbatical been by the way?” Amos asked. Off in the distance a loud cry of a train can be heard over the loud music of the city life. Bright lights illuminated every corner, bathing them in reds and yellows. They stood by his car, parked down a little ways as terrible the parking was in the city.”I heard they gave you two years, for….well you know.”

He looked away from her, so someone told him then.

“Fine,” Victoria said, it was really fine. She had a lot of time on her hands now, things to pursue, study, and take time to remember herself. Time dedicated to family, visiting Ms. Zhang. She had done a lot of cleaning the apartment and cooking new recipes, she even got to make some dresses.”It’s been fine, I’ve been resting a lot.”

“Fine,” he parrots back at her, brow raised.”Alright for now,I believe you. Door's open, I’ll drop you off at home.”

“Thanks, Amos.”

She’s fine.

Absolutely fine. The box in her hand seemed more interesting than the wax sealed papers back home. Amos didn’t press her and Victoria kept it to herself.

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After waving good-bye to Amos from the stairway, Victoria walks into her little apartment, her gift tucked into the crook of her elbow. It’s a small apartment, perfect for a single lady like herself. The Pink Flamingo Apartments a five story building, true to its name pink stoned with teal railings wrapped around it, the decor reminisce of its glory days of peace and shag carpet. The second she got in, she beelined for the small living room. Her feet practically disappeared into the thick red carpet. She hangs her cardigan on a nearby hook and sets her gift on the cherry wood coffee table. Sighing in relief, she pulls off her cute silver heels and relishes even ground.

“Home, sweet home,” Victoria mutters, laying down on her couch. Sitting in the dark, with the bright moon light pouring into her living room, she stares at the ceiling. Seeing her friend again felt great, Amos is alive and breathing. Victoria didn’t have to worry as much, Amos won’t be getting another case for now. Hazel eyes with green specks flash in her mind, and her mood plummets. Tossing over, she looks at the answering machine, the 'full' light glaring.

Amara, her sweet Amara, did she leave her a message this time? She reaches over and presses the button, listening to the auto voice. A pop up hologram shows in bold gold letters; calls from marketers were erased, messages from Father Mateo were noted , her mama’s were saved, as were others from friends' invitations to go out. Their last text was of Amara arriving at the airport. Nothing new.

“Please be safe,” She prays quietly. Amara is traveling with Uma, and she’s with a bigger group this time. Safety in numbers. Still, Victoria misses her friend deeply. 

She should do something. ��I can try the game.” Victoria says to no one, making herself get up, careful not to slip with her stockings, her dress riding up to her thighs as she does. Not caring to fix since who was going to grasp pearls with her legs out and about? Moon’s out, thighs out. Humming, Victoria pulls out her gaming console and starts  hooking up her tv. 

The current model VRD2, the virtual reality device, was a smash hit in the US, taking players into a whole new meaning of exploring new worlds. After an early breakthrough in technology, much of entertainment can be experienced virtually now. With the VRD reality headset it practically felt like you were in the game, as it tapped your brain into it, a practice accepted around the globe. Innovative creations such as the Dream Catcher Pillow, were created with this in mind.

Though some protest that it could be dangerous– as very rare cases have pointed to disappearances. Which were promptly thrown out on the basis that no proof existed that it was a sole reason for such claims. Over the years the developers have continuously kept testing, with volunteers, to make sure there was nothing wrong with their machines. Always passing with a 99.99 percent success rate.

For its success there were many contracts made for games to be remade for the console.  There was no genre of games that couldn't be played on the VRD2 sans games from the pre-VRD revolution. Lei had gotten it when-

Nope.

Ripping up the box, Victoria takes out the disc and quickly shoves it into the empty slot. Practically shoving the helmet on, she pushes the game on. Settling back on her couch, her bag still strapped to her side, she relaxes her mind. Whirls of the machine, clicking in, her head felt light. No, she's not thinking about it. She's going to kiss stupidly cute princes while choosing the funniest options it has.

From the counsel, a bright gold light lit up the living room. Accompanied with a sweet sounding song, a crooked silhouette of tree branches crawled across the screen, the loud cackle of a hag broke behind her. Wicked, Victoria can appreciate the aesthetics of the opening sequence, they went really strong with the opening. Behind the curtain of crooked limbs of the trees, she can see a palace off in the distance, of multiple white towers with red tops, blocked off by a wall of thorns. 

Whatever happens in between her and the game was lost to time. Somewhere along the routes of going through the expanding fairy tale book, stories of princes to pick, did something prickle the uneasiness in her gut. It’s probably her nerves getting to her. After so many unfortunate run-ins with video games, her hackles were raised. She should relax, stop being so paranoid, like her sister Yvonne says. Amos, had this game checked in case for her, no time loops, no possessions.

Relax…

“A dream is a wish your heart makes…” a sweet voice of man sings, light and hopeful in the sudden darkness of the screen, bubbles floating popping before her. In the colorful reflection, she can see the figure of man scrubbing the floors. Oh he’s gorgeous, Victoria thinks.

“Once upon a dream….”

“For the first time in forever!”

“No chance, no way I won't say it, no no!”

Then another voice sings, then another and another joins in, each prince comes to screen followed by a change of scene. Hot dunes of a desert kingdom, a castle made of ice and snow , a tower hidden away with a long river of golden hair pouring out, and so many others that couldn’t have been explained so quickly. However, there was one scene that caught her attention, a dark mirror shrouded in a wispy green smoke. As she reached out to touch it, the surface rippled. Pulling away, a scene formed of a tree with a red apple that hung so low in a dark forest. There were so many other mirrors to choose from, but in her digital form, she touched the glossy red apple that begged to be plucked from its tree.

However just as the apple had brushed the tips of fingers, barely scraping its skin, a shock went through her.

Literally.

What had caused Victoria to feel it she wasn’t sure, but it’s hot and it felt like she was being torn apart, atom by atom. Static screeched, and in horror the realization of her hand falling through the VRD helmet had clued her this was not going to end well. Fuck. 

Fuck!

A familiar sensation of having the world being pulled under her feet came, the sensation of falling down took her and away did she go into the force of being pulled into her television.

Sometimes she wondered if Lei’s luck ever passed to her when they swapped rings.

In her profession, all one can do is accept the consequences of their misfortune and hope to make it out alive. To see another day and hope to come home.

The apartment sat empty with a tv, loud static playing from it’s speaker. On the couch lay a smoking VDR helmet, alone.

[lynnuvo]

Of Course a Prince Needs a Princess

Characters: Yandere Prince x Female (Y/N) In which you reincarnate into a fairytale where Yan!Prince wants his happy ending too

𝑃̲𝑟̲𝑜̲𝑙̲𝑜̲𝑔̲𝑢̲𝑒̲

Having a second chance at life in exchange for the death of your previous one came with a crash. You weren't sure how it happened, but you luckily retained your memories and your wit.

It didn't take long to find out you were in a world akin to Cinderella's story--from the stepmothers to the talking mice to the royalty the citizens praised. Unfortunately, you weren't looking to live in a grand castle. Or maybe you were, but not with being married to a man you don't have feelings for. The original couple got together so quick, yet they barely knew each other. That story was definitely as it was: a work of fiction

Your new plan? Put up with the stepsisters, find a job elsewhere, and make enough bank to live comfortably in the village away from your family. You've never heard of laws in Cinderella's fairytale, but you were certain that the kingdom couldn't possibly force citizens to live with toxic family members.

𝑇̲ℎ̲𝑒̲ 𝐵̲𝑎̲𝑙̲𝑙̲

After spending a few months doing chores and odd jobs around the village (the latter for some extra cash), your family finally received news of the fated ball.

You initially didn't plan on going, but you deserved a break. You didn't bother asking for permission to go; your stepmother definitely wouldn't allow it. The main problem was summoning Fairy Godmother.

Luckily, she couldn't tell the difference between fake tears and real ones. You behaved as close to the actual Cinderella as you could recall, and POOF!

With your new attire and coach, you made your way to the most gorgeous castle your eyes have ever fell upon.

It didn't take long for the prince to notice you, but this is where you drew the line at this fairytale life. You rejected his proposal to dance, shocking the other guests. You had to resist a smirk at your step-family's reaction.

Flabbergasted, the prince left you swiftly and moved onto another fair maiden. You indulged yourself in the catering happily, but after your stomach was filled, the stares of passerby began to discomfort you. The prince was occupied with another dance, so you wasted no time leaving the palace early (much to the confusion of the knights who stood guard).

The spell broke while at home with no evidence of your night out, not even the glass slippers. When your stepfamily returned, they bragged about their time and briefly talked about you (luckily not knowing you were the one who was "stuffing their face like a pig starved."). After that day, life returned to normal.

Or at least what you thought was going to be normal.

𝘙͜𝘶͜𝘯͜𝘢͜𝘸͜𝘢͜𝘺͜ 𝘊͜𝘪͜𝘯͜𝘥͜𝘦͜𝘳͜𝘦͜𝘭͜𝘭͜𝘢͜

Beginning that night, Yan!Prince thought about you often. He never imagined a young lady would ever reject his proposal to dance, though he didn't hold it against you. It was just a shocker.

Despite that, you appeared in his mind before bed and after he woke up, while he ate and while sharpening his combat skills. Even if he told himself that that one incident was nothing more than a brief interaction with a citizen of his kingdom, he couldn't forget the color of your hair, your pretty face, and how you paid oh so much attention to the food his family prepared just for that ball.

Upon overhearing the chefs gush about their gratefulness towards their food being appreciated so much, he made up a personality for you: kind but forward, honest, valuing true intentions and love over gold and high status.

Too bad for him, gold was your highest priority. While he began going on strolls into the village in search of you under the impression of catching up with the townsfolk, you continued job-hunting and tending to the house. You even decided to cater to your stepfamily as best as possible--subtle enough so they wouldn't think you were trying to suck up to them.

Surprisingly, your relationship with them improved just a bit. But it was what you needed to get permission to work at a bakery in the village.

Once you discovered he was visiting the village often, you did your best to avoid the bakery window while working and hurry home once your shift ended.

Unfortunately, you both ran into each other just as you closed up shop. In a small panic, you inquired about him for the sake of courtesy. While you two spoke, he couldn't help but notice a striking resemblance between you and the lady who turned him down at the ball. You could tell from his facial expression he was piecing things together, so you abruptly bid farewell and ran away.

He would visit you a lot. After replying to his inquiry that you weren't the girl at the ball, he'd joke about it a lot (there was no other gal in the village like you). It didn't take long for rumors to spread amongst the kingdom that the prince had taken a fancy to you. You hated it. He didn't mind it. In fact, it no longer mattered whether you were the girl at the ball. Something about you pulled him in like a hook. Perhaps it was the determination he observed through the window. Perhaps it was the way you handled children while taking a breather outside as he ate inside. Perhaps it was destiny.

As time passed, you grew more tolerant of him. While you didn't want him to be your romantic partner, you guessed you were okay with being his friend. As time passed, he grew more frustrated you weren't his. His father took note of his unusual agitated self, but he waved it off as stress when thinking of a future bride.

"What about that lady the people are saying you like?"

"Oh, her? She has....a way with herself. It seems that she's not interested in me."

"Perhaps you both need a bit of a push."

Since then, the King made a few visits to the bakery to chat--no marriage mentioned. He wanted to see what you were like. Although you were a kind girl, he confronted Yan!Prince with the truth that he probably wouldn't have a spouse who didn't want him. It broke his heart to hear, but he wasn't ready to let go yet.

You were already preparing your escape long before the ball, but the pace of your plan sped up now that the prince was on your trail. You found out about the closest kingdom from acquaintances and saved up funds to use on your journey.

When the prince discovered you had quit your job via a disappearance, he visited your home. Your stepfamily was in shambles (literally. The place was filthy.) and shared that you had disappeared overnight with your belongings. There was no mistake in it: you had abandoned him.

Framing your escape as a possible kidnapping, he ordered guards and encouraged the rest of the kingdom to search for you. All of his efforts was on the search.

Photography didn't exist, so you were fortunate that the description he gave out about your appearance was vague. Somehow, you made it to the nearest kingdom with a plea to the guards that you made your way there in search of a better life. The Queen was kind and sponsored a place for you to stay for the first five months while you adjusted to your new life in exchange for you finding a job. It didn't take long to do so with your desperation.

In no time, you were living a much happier life in your home, with your new friends, and even someone who kept catching your eye. Talk of the nearby kingdom's drama was entertaining, even more so with the subject amongst them.

Meanwhile, the prince's mental and physical wellbeing deteriorated. Some say the search took a lot out of him. Some say he was so heartbroken, he had no will to live. Maids in the castle whispered about the prince being locked in his room from the outside because he grew violent--so out of character! Disturbed, the King confided in only those closest to him about his woes. Whatever did that woman do to infatuate his son so much! No one could approach him anymore. He ate and drank only when he needed to. His room became a mess. How did such a sorrow fall on the family of royal blood when there was so much potential for happiness to look forward to?

Anyone could guess that were was no point in a happy ending for romantic fairytale if there was no romance to begin with.

[cursedfallingmoon]

A Dream is A Wish Your Heart Makes || Yan GB Cinderella x GN Reader

Characters: Elias

Summary: Even if you're a royal, you're his only human friend

Warnings: Yandere themes, possessiveness, abusive family

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Yan GB Cinderella who is stuck living with his abusive stepfather and stepbrothers. His father had died when he was a child and his mother had remarried this vile man and even more vile brothers. She had died only two years after in a tragic carriage accident. They had him work as a made, gave him the old attic room in the west tower of the mansion, and never allowed him to eat with them at the table. All he had was the grief of his dead mother and father, the memories of a good family, and his mouse friends.

Yan GB Cinderella who cleans all the messes, makes the meals, does the laundry, takes care of all the farm animals, and everything else in between. He never gets a break and rises with the clock tower in the distance that was a part of the grand palace. And when he does find some little time to himself, he's busy making small clothes for his mice friends. The only thing to carry him are his mice friends, his dog, and the dreams and wishes he holds close to his heart.

Yan GB Cinderella who goes out one day for the shopping and bumps into a cloaked stranger. This stranger apologizes and so much more. They had picked up the items he had dropped when he was startled. Elias was being shown more kindness in this one moment than he was used too in the span of five minutes. This cloaked stranger then rides off into the forest with a very expensive, purebred looking horse.

Yan GB Cinderella who felt inclined to follow this stranger. He wanted to give his thanks for this stranger's kindness. He found the horse, and it's rider sitting not too far away. It's the royal child of the kingdom. Even with the stranger's identity being found, he goes up to you. He bows his head and thanks you with a gentle tone of voice. Thus starting your lovely friendship with him.

Yan GB Cinderella who is captivated by how sweet you are. Compared to the rumors his family had shared during morning gossip were untrue. Well most were. There was only one clear thing about you. You were gorgeous. The only thing on his mind as you two chatted was how you handled thing with a gentle care. He simply watched with a gentle gaze and eyes filled with wonder.

Yan GB Cinderella who was shocked when you say you want to meet him again. You? The heir of the royal throne? He's so utterly thrilled that someone actually wants him around. From then on, he meets you in the same spot almost every day. Some days his evil Stepfather keeps him busy. He hates to leave you waiting like that. He makes it up to you by bringing you some homemade pastries.

Yan GB Cinderella who got to know you more, and he realizes you share similar burdens. He also becomes more touchy with you. He loves hugging you. He comes to learn, however, that your father is holding a ball for you to find a spouse. His heart drops when it's announced in the village during his shopping. Everyone else in the kingdom is invited to attend, most likely due to your everlasting kindness.

Yan GB Cinderella who is delighted that he'll get to see you in a social setting as big as a ball! When he shares with his stepfamily he's all giddy. It was very noticeable to his stepfather. He's all giddy and brighter than they've seen. His hopes become toned down when his stepfather told him he would need to finish all his normal chores first and getting new suits for his family and he'll “consider” it. Elias does what he's told, disappointed as time goes on. At this rate he won't find any time to mend his father's old suit. Well his mice friends take it upon themselves so they mend it for him. Elias words hard to get everything done and helps his stepbrothers get ready. The way they talked about you makes him so frustrated.

Yan GB Cinderella who finally accepts that he won't have any time to make his outfit for the ball. His voice is full of dejection when he shares with his stepfather that he won't be going. His stepbrothers snicker in the next door room. As he stared out the window of his attic room, his eyes on the castle. He knew you were there, probably having so much fun without him. The candles in his room suddenly were lit and he turned. His eyes widened as his old suit was perfectly mended. He wasted no time putting it on and rushed downstairs to show his family. He was so giddy as he showed off. His face fell when he saw his stepfather's face.

Yan GB Cinderella whose stepbrothers are enraged when they take notice of what was used on his suit. Elias had things that were theirs. Sure the two had thrown them out, but that didn't give Elias the right to take them. Once Lord Tremaine had calmed the two brothers down, Elias' suit was torn and ruined. The poor boy ran out into the garden in tears with his mice friends following secretly behind.

Yan GB Cinderella who spoke to the air while he cried. He apologized to his father. To his mother. He was trying so hard to remain kind and hopeful. He was so caught up in his tears, he didn't register the gentle hand on his head. He looked up with wide eyes. It was something out of a dream. Out of his dreams. The person claimed to be his fairy godfather. He didn't know why, but he felt so calmed by this stranger. He was quick to share his sadness. His problems.

Yan GB Cinderella whose fairy godfather consoles him with a gentle smile. Elias watches in awe as this magical being does his work His mice friends are turned into horses. His horse is turned into a coachman. His dog is turned into a footman. The most jaw dropping point is when a pumpkin is turned into a carriage. He's so excited he doesn't realize eh's still in the torn rags. His fairy godfather, however, notices and changes the rags into a beautiful blue suit with glass shoes. He finally felt beautiful. He leaves as his fairy godfather told him that the spell breaks at midnight.

Yan GB Cinderella who was the last to enter the ballroom. His name and title aren't even introduced. You waste no time to meet him on the ballroom floor. Your father watches with wide eyes as you walk past the princess you were being introduced too by the Grand Duke. Elias was so jumpy when you greet him. You look so regal. He's never seen you like this before. In this environment.

Yan GB Cinderella who takes your hand and starts the first dance of the evening. He tries not to be anxious. Or let his anxiety show. The stares of everyone around him gave his stomach butterflies. They were watching him be with you. Him being chosen by you. He keeps his eyes on yours. Your steps are so graceful. He doesn't notice his stepbrothers were watching in envy. He doesn't notice much. He's so lost in your eyes.

Yan GB Cinderella who dances gracefully for his first waltz. It helped that you're so paitent with him. Your hand was carefully placed carefully on his waist. You're so delicate with him. He loves it. He loves dancing with you. He loves you. You two end up dancing into the gardens, escapping the prying eyes of the guests. He's just with you. Exactly what he's been wanting for forever.

Yan GB Cinderella who breaks out of his daydream trance when you two are in the royal garden. He's delighted that you're showing him around. Sharing your favorite flowers. Just hearing you talk made his heart so happy. He'd rather have you talk than dance around in front of a bunch of strangers. He felt comfortable with you. You lead him through the garden like you had done with the dance. He's so engrosed in spending time with you, he nearly forgets the spell. Nearly forgets that it's almost midnight.

Yan GB Cinderella who hears the all to familiar bell toll. The bell that always woke him from his dreams. Like right now. He remembers the spell and rushes out of the castle. He runs as fast as his feet could carry him. You rush after him, wanting him to enoy the bal more with you. The Grand Duke sees the boy runn off. He joins in the chase. Elias was quick down the stairs. He didn't notice that the glass shoe fell off his foot.

Yan GB Cinderella who forgot to tell you it was him. The boy from the forest. The boy that you had befriended over the last few months. As he walks the rest of the way home, the king's knights run after where they had thought he went. He had the other glass slipper so he held hope in his heart. The hope that you'd find him. That you'd ask him to dance with you once more. The hope that you would take him away from the abusive household he's been trapped in. Hope that you'd connect the dots and figure out that it was really him. He helps his animal friends get home safe and sound before his stepfamily gets home.

Yan GB Cinderella who daydreams about the dance with you. His stepbrothers noticed his hazy look in Elias's eyes. They didn't give it much thought, however, when Lord Tremaine came with news that the king is looking for the boy that had danced with his child. The stepbrothers were so excited. They wasted no time in getting ready. Neither did Elias.

Yan GB Cinderella who tries his best to be discrete. His mannerisms changed. That much was noticeable to his stepfather. Elias was caught when he was humming the tune you and him had danced too. Hr was dancing around the attic space as if he was right back in that moment with you. His mice and bird friends watched with joy. That joy was snatched away when Lord Tremaine locked him in the room.

Yan GB Cinderella who begs to be let out of the attic room. He sobs to his animal friends as they watch his woes. They make quick work of trying to free him. Two mice run down the stairs and through the door cracks to get the key from the evil man. As the animals break apart to set their plans in motion, he is drowned in tears. He just wants to be with you. He just wants to be happy.

Yan GB Cinderella who, even tired with tear stains on his cheeks, still holds onto the hope that he'll be set free. As he gently cradles the other glass slipper, the mice, and birds bring him the key. He shoots up and fumbles with the key. Eventually he unlocks the door, bolting out of the room and down the seven flight of stairs. Placed delicately in his pocket is the other glass slipper.

Yan GB Cinderella who sees you trying to take the slipper away from one of his stepbrothers. He tackles you into a tight hug, sobbing against your shoulder. His stepfamily and the Grand Duke were both shocked by his sudden appearance. You calm him down like you always do. It was something you were amazing at doing. You helped him into a seat, get down on one knee and slide the glass shoe onto him. It fits and the moment it's on he falls onto you, giving you a kiss.

Yan GB Cinderella who is so happy that he's finally out of the abusive home he grew so used too. He can finally be happy. Happy with you. The royal wedding was large, all his animal friends were invited, and, best of all, you were right there with him. You let his animals move into the palace stables and gardens. He finally has his happy ending and the love of his life by his side. Nothing will ever take this away from him.

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Property of @cursedfallingmoon! Do not repost or translate without my explicit permission! Reblogs are welcome!

[kuunibal]

[aioliravioli-69]

This one was a long time coming (a.k.a. since I found out about 'Duolingo on ice') so I started looking into it and I found this!

This pose

This pose specifically was MADE for Buddy!!

I couldn't resist

Buddy being a dramatic bastard

[davonati]

currently obsessing over these midrash saying that everyone hated and abused David as a child because they thought he was born either from adultery or from a slave woman (of course he wasn’t actually — it’s a long story).

but like, why? what is this urge to give him a horrible tragic backstory???? is this just whump for its own sake???

[takusan-no-ai]

Secret Admiration

PAIRING: Belle/Mulan/Cinderella x Male Reader (Romantic) (Separate)

SUMMARY: They have a secret admirer, and when curiosity wins, they must find out who it is!

Belle received gifts from multiple pursuers, none of which ever held much of an interest to her; it was all makeup this, showy outfits that, and the empty compliments, especially from Gaston. Sometimes it felt like only her father understood her.

That was, until, a new secret admirer came along. “A gift was left for you Belle!” Her father shouted as she returned home from a trip to the library. She sighed, bracing herself for disappointment, but was instead met with a book she’d never even heard of before. A letter attached to it saying it’s not from anyone she’s met before.

As piqued as Belle’s curiosity was, there were a lot of people she’d never met before. Sitting down and reading the book while contemplating her new admirer’s identity; it didn’t last long as she got heavily engrossed in the book; adventure, romance, fairy tale, with an outspoken female protagonist! It was everything she wanted to read.

“Excuse me, is Belle here?” A unknown man’s voice asked. He was talking to her father at the door. Unbeknownst to the young man, she’d been upstairs reading her book at a time she usually goes out. She crept downstairs as the two men conversed.

“This is a new book for her. Please make sure she receives it.” He said with a small smile to her father, turning around and ready to leave.

“Since I’m here, why don’t you just give it to me yourself?” She asked, now downstairs. The young man turned around and stared at her like a deer caught in torchlights. He started to sweat profusely the closer Belle walked to him. She coughed lightly, signaling for her father to give them some privacy.

“So, are you going to ask me out? Or am I going have to ask you?”

Mulan has a great life with a loving family. Of course, that love didn’t stop at her family; after her help in the war, Mulan had built a reputation, which garnered the attention of many potential suitors. However, none of them could really capture her heart. Despite knowing of her achievements they still aimed to make her something she wasn’t.

One day, after finishing her martial arts training, Mulan made it to her room only to see a handcrafted box with intricate designs waiting for her. Inside was gear for traversing terrain, as well as the book “The Art of War”. Finally! A gift that wasn’t some high priced hanfu dress or way too much makeup.

She had no idea who sent the gift, but she just knew it had to be someone who understood her. Mulan’s search had led to a dead end until one day. You, a young man who was just going into training as a war tactician, visited Mulan’s father. Little did you know she was listening in.

“Fa Zhou, I ask the you give this gift to Fa Mulan, and that you do not tell her it was me who sent it.” He asked politely, bowing down to Zhou. The older man chuckled lightly before peering outside the slightly adjacent door. He made eye contact with Mulan for a split second, the latter jumping back into the shadows.

“Why would I keep the one man who can keep up with my daughter’s personality a secret? Are you so ashamed to love her that you’d rather die with no one but me, a tired old man, shouldering that burden?” Zhou asked sternly. Despite speaking so harshly, he was only goading the boy to say exactly what his daughter needed to hear.

The younger man had been cowering during the scolding until the end. He took a deep breath and looked up, glaring back into Zhou’s eyes with a determined expression. Mulan gazed at him from behind the door, awaiting his response.

“Never…I’ll never be ashamed of my love for Fa Mulan!” Zhou smiled at that moment. The unprompted sound of the door sliding open caused (Y/N) to shrink back, and the woman standing before caused the room to suddenly grow ten times hotter.

“Prove your love to me then.” She demanded.

Cinderella never got gifts anymore after her father’s death. The only thing those awful step sisters of hers ever gave Cinderella was a mop and bucket; and the bucket had a hole in it.

Her day was elated when she opened the mailbox and found a beautifully wrapped box with a small note attached. Addressed to her, it was a sweet poem about all the things she does that makes her secret admirer swoon. And the gift was a glass rose, glistening in the sunshine.

Since that day Cinderella received a new gift every week, and every time it would leave her heart souring. If only she could find out who her admirer was. Well one day while cleaning outside the house she saw you, a young man sneaking around to the mailbox. Handsome as ever and clearly shy.

“Excuse me, are you perhaps leaving a gift for someone?” Cinderella asked as she walked up behind the young man. He jumped up, startled. His face became fifty shades redder.

“I-I’m sorry!” He shouted before he ran off. She never even got his name. But upon looking at his gift, felt she soon would.

“An invitation to the royal ball? Oh I just can’t wait!”.

- Fin

[ashton-the-draconid]

Cinderella Boy fans of Tumblr, if you’re looking for a drawing prompt this holiday season, or a fun fact, then I give you this!

A pair of red cardinals is often used as a symbol of love during the holiday season, the bright red birds standing out against the white snow beautifully. However, a common fact that’s often forgotten is that Cardinals are a sexually dimorphic species!

That means only the males are red :)

So, in taking that cute little gay fact, I request that you guys draw StarGoth living their best Christmasy lives with a matching pair of Red Cardinals in the background. My partner thought the idea was adorable so I figured I should share it with you guys!

Happy Start to the holidays guys!

[cumtastiics]

YAN!DOCTOR x CINDERELLA!READER

a/n: ok so i got this request for my yan doc oc x cinderella!reader?? bye im so invested in it anyways!! here's a snippet

"I... I don't wanna go back," you cried on his shoulder, your voice trembling. You were horrified by what would be waiting for you when you went back, desperate for some escape.

He held you tightly, his arms wrapped around you in a comforting embrace. "You don't have to go back if you don't want to," he whispered, his warm breath tickling your ear. "I'm here for you, and I won't let anyone hurt you again." You felt a sense of relief wash over you as you clung to him, your tears staining his shirt.

[life-imitates-art-far-more]

Jean Antoine Laurent (1763-1832) "Cinderella: a perfect match" (1818) Oil on canvas

[frosting-pudding]

There's like, no art of Likenapple that I've seen so....

[pois0ncandy]

Assassin & Cinderella Volume 2 cover

[cursedfallingmoon]

👑. Switched Disney OCs! | A masterlist

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👑. Switched Disney Intro

💤. Rory || Genderbent Sleeping Beauty: PT. 1

🐠. Adrien || Genderbent Little Mermaid: PT. 1

🍂. Aksel || Genderbent Anna: WIP

🐻. Murray || Genderbent Merida: PT. 1

🌹. Beau || Genderbent Beauty: WIP

🐉. Ping || Genderbent Mulan: WIP

🐭. Elias || Genderbent Cinderella: PT. 1

❄️. Ezra || Genderbent Elsa: WIP

🐯. Jalal || Genderbent Jasmine: WIP

🍎. Micah || Genderbent Snow White: WIP

🎨. Rhys || Genderbent Rapunzel: WIP