#midnight Cinderella oc

[katriniac]

Hi!! I hope the OC Questions are still up!

I wanted to know 4, 7, 16, 32 and E for Alyce!

Thank youuu

I did not notice I had any asks! I'm sorry for the wait, @itsmyara . Oh my gosh! Thanks for asking about Alyce. She's a warm, sunny, fun gal; I'm happy to talk about her at any time.

Here's a post I made about her bio:

4 - How easy is it to gain their trust?

She has a fairly open personality, so it's pretty easy to talk to her. However, she's not a door mat to be walked over, nor is she blindly innocent. She works in marketing and public relations, so she's used to people bullshitting her or trying to spin any conversation in their favor. Alyce herself is adept at navigating these conversations without growing jaded or annoyed. To her it's just ‘business’ and she knows it's not personal.

Building trust with her isn't that difficult; just be real and honest. Don't try to win her over with empty flattery, especially if it's about her looks (which she's very self-conscious about, and is immediately suspicious if someone compliments her appearance).

7 - What triggers nostalgia? Do they enjoy that feeling?

Having grown up on a sheep farm, she doesn't shy away from hard work. But now she has a desk job in the palace in the capitol of Rhodolite. So on the rare occasions when physical labor is needed, she enjoys the opportunity to use her muscles. Those moments are when good memories of the farm rise up.

The only unpleasant feelings of nostalgia are when she is given suggestions by nobility, ministers, or Prince Yves on how to make herself more ‘elegant’. That reminds her of her grandmother, who incessantly lectured Alyce about her weight, behavior, posture, appearance, and clothes.

16 - What makes their stomach turn?

Hearing nobility disregard the life of the commoners as if it was nothing. Seeing girls suffer under the stress of looking perfect at court by succumbing to an eating disorder.

As far as, like, creepy-crawlies or jump-scares? She's completely unafraid of things that would gross out most people. Dealing with births and deaths of livestock tend to keep you from being squeamish. She LOVES an adrenaline rush, so haunted houses and fast vehicles make her happy.

32 - What is their go-to story or joke in a conversation?

Alyce is a natural-born performer, so she has any number of jokes or anecdotes at the ready, depending on the company or situation. As a teenager she used to hang out at the theaters and socialize with traveling actors and musicians, and now as an adult she can be found at the rowdiest pubs. You can imagine the flavor of her humor, lol!

She's got a hilarious story about a circus performer trying to teach her how to juggle. And a sweet story about one of the farm-hands pretending to look for a lost sheep when he was actually out in the field practicing his marriage proposal speech. And she's got at least three ‘tasteful’ jokes about stuffy court ministers.

E - Would you get along with them? Would they get along with you?

Alyce has big ‘extrovert energy’, so I would have to take her in small doses. But I would absolutely love to hang out with her for a fun night at the club or karaoke. Or collaborate with her on a PR project. I would like to think she'd get along with me, but I'm the worst at gauging what people think of me 😅 She might think I'm boring.

A meme I made for Alyce 😆

Bonus Fun Fact:

This version of Alyce Gardner is based on my first ever Ikemen OC I created in 2017. It was for a role-play story with someone writing as Robert Branche from the Cybird game Midnight Cinderella. That story didn't go far, but I thoroughly enjoyed her backstory so much that I had to bring her out again eventually.

I ship her with Clavis because I think the two of them would have fun getting into shenanigans, and their romance would take a looooooong time to bloom because she'd never believe someone as gorgeous as him could be serious with his over-the-top declarations of love and flattery. So … yeah, she takes a while to be convinced.

The asks came from this post:

Please feel free to send me more asks from that list. I will try to be more vigilant in checking my account for asks.

[midnightmah07]

Midnight Waltz.

Story: the Midnight Waltz, an anual dance held in a ball at professor Trein's hometown, is about to take place. This year, Trein has decided to take his students to the ball in order to learn about the place's culture and history, and hopefully win the competition for the 'Midnight Princess/Prince' as the headmage demands.

During their stay, the characters end up meeting Jasper and Angus who were visiting for the event, as their extended family lives there, and because they're fascinated by Daisy, the brothers decide to tag along, and Trein accepts as long as they don't cause any trouble and Daisy watches over them. However, once the group meets Trein's childhood friend and organizer of the event, Faadhil GoodMoore, ( @4necdote's OC) the brothers and Grim get into a petty fight and end up accidentally messing with Faadhil's magical wand, pointing it towards Daisy and making everyone forget about her.

Now, Daisy, Grim and the Souris brothers have to find a way to make things right before midnight when the waltz will start... Will Daisy be forgotten forever or will the group manage to get everyone's memories back?

Featured characters:

Daisy SSR (Midnight Attire)

Ruggie Bucchi SR (Midnight Attire)

Silver SR (Midnight Attire)

Rook Hunt SR (Midnight Attire)

Ace Trappola R (Midnight Attire).

Rules to enter the event:

- you must tag me and give me credit for the idea once you post!

- fics, character cards, fanarts, OC and/or canon characters posts etc are all welcomed!

- no NSFW, pro-ship etc allowed.

- no specific deadline for the end of the event, as well as no clear winner, this is simply for fun!

- if you've got any questions, please lemme know!

Background for the event:

That all said, I am super duper excited for this event! I have my own character cards of the featured characters here, and I will post them shortly!! Whoever wants to join is super welcomed!!! Tysm for 1500 followers you guys!!!

Link for the dividers.

Trivia:

prologue.

my outfit designs.

"sneak peak" video.

Entries!

Barbs' yuusona ( @4necdote)

Shuu & Riddle ( @oya-oya-okay )

Joseph ( @readsrandomstuff67 )

Yusuke ( @twisted-wonderland-memories )

Yujie ( @gimmeurmoneyagh )

Yuusona ( @hittisbuzzing )

Yukana ( @babyghoul138 )

Yuusha ( @crystallizsch )

Jamil ( @crystallizsch )

[hana-no-seiiki]

PITYF*CKING

tw/cw: 16+ only please / 15 below + ageless blogs dni!! implied seggs nothing explicit (so don’t put a mature label on my post tumblr staff smh), fem! reader, fem! yandere.

more yan college aka midnight darling content before i go night night. it happens to be wednesday so have an old wlw draft i’ve been working on.

for new readers: midnight darling is where my college based ocs are from. If you’re interested in learning more about them please check out the first tag on this post!

You were always somewhat jealous of Ella Morin. Her ability to go unnoticed everywhere she went was quite a feat. It wasn’t because she was considered conventionally unattractive (quite the opposite in fact, you would consider Ella to be one of the most attractive people in Mediasnoches), or her gloomy aura. It was because she was so incredibly meek and quiet that no one could notice her when she entered a room.

The biggest preference towards isolation didn’t seem to bother her as well. She seemed to enjoy being alone and abhor it when people approached her. You knew that yourself as you has tried to recruit her into your clique when you first met in Zoology.

“Hey honey,” You drawled. Each syllable practiced and precise to the sensation you wished to evoke. Communication; speech was a talent and you proudly excelled in it. “Want to join my team? We’re looking for a fourth and you seem like the perfect addition.”

Sadly, despite your well performed invitation nothing could beat the dozens of eyes that glared down at her for even breathing at your direction. “…I-I’m sorry. I think- um- Maybe ask that other person first? They look like they want to join you is all…”

“Honey, I . . .” Before you could even affirm your desire to have her and not some other rando, Ella quickly packed her belongings and disappeared.

You, like most things you did to Ella, did ask her out of pity. But your pride seethed at her reply.

You never, ever get rejected.

You take one look at a belonging she dropped. On a first look it seemed just like any other lipstick case. But upon further inspection . . .

Oh, she’ll really want to have this back, judging from it’s used, almost abused appearance.

And you knew just the way to give it to her.

©️ hana.no.seiiki - yun | 2023

[rambling-madwoman]

Louis Howard - Opening

So mistakes have been made in my life lol. I jotted out that opening bit for the prologue before actually going back through the Midcin prologue and realizing how very very long it is and how much character introduction happens in it. Oh wellll… I do have one part of the prologue posted, it isn’t quite up to my standard I think but the goal here is to focus on getting work out & get better at editing faster.

What’s below is the interaction with the MC & Louis that happens in the Midcin prologue to set the tone for how their relationship will go. If at some point anyone is actually reading these and would be interested in the prologue I will actually finish it but I think the only part anyone would be interested in will be their favorite suitor anyway.

Lettie watched the moon from the water in the courtyard fountain, dipping her fingers into it and watching it ripple. Trying to remember the names and titles of all the people she had met that day, she couldn’t keep her mind from wandering to the responsibilities at home left unfinished. Feeding the chickens, weeding the garden, Mdm. Dubois’ tincture for her cough took at least a week to soak and she probably only had a bit over two weeks left…

She looked up at the moon where it hung in the sky. Where the hell am I? She felt like she was in the wrong book. Thousands of stars glittered regally around the full moon, a blank white slate ruling the sky. Lettie looked down over her shoulder to the reflection in the pond and dipped her fingers into the moon again, wondering how many times it could distort and still remain the same.

“You again?”

Lettie turned at the voice in front of her. It was the rude blonde nobleman she had met at the selection ball, the one whose coat she dirtied when they ran into each other. Not the other rude blonde nobleman who kissed her hand and flirted with her like a courtesan when they met earlier today.

Uninterested in putting up with any more for the day, she looked back over her shoulder and continued disturbing the stars. “Me again.”

She turned abruptly again when he bent at the waist, examining her more closely.

“Your freckles are gone.” He said, taking in the powder she had been coated with down to her dress’ collar.

She scooted over a place on the fountain ledge, away from him. “Yes, your grace, I had heard they were not in your favor.”

Lettie didn’t necessarily mean to be sarcastic, but she didn’t necessarily care either. This man had already made it clear to her that he thought she was beneath him the last time they met. He stood at his full height, still observing her. His hand reached towards her, and she leaned away. Regardless he hooked his finger around a lock of fringe pinned back and gently tugged it so it framed her face.

“There. That’s better.” He said quietly.

Lettie had done the same to the piece hanging on the other side when her hair was done earlier. Unsure what to make of him, she thought twice about it. His touch was oddly considerate as he straightened it into place. She looked up at him and something shifted in his features. It was hard not to notice even when they first met that he was statuesquely beautiful. Delicate features, pretty lips, and round blue eyes that went sharp and intense all of a sudden.

“What is that?” He demanded, then roughly grabbed the pendant Giles had presented her from her neck.

The chain dug into Lettie’s skin and she startled, the nobleman pulling it up to his eyes for a better look.

His expression twisted, “Why are you wearing this? This is worn exclusively by princesses next in line to the throne.”

Lettie smacked his hand away and stood up from the fountain, “And the Chamberlain chose me for it,”

He took a step back when she pushed away. “I told you to leave the palace, what would possess you to remain?”

As she turned her head away and dusted off the back of her dress she still watched his hands from the corner of her eye, “And I suppose I should take instruction from you? Or did you think you would frighten me?”

“Frightened is exactly what you should be,” he said with sharp edged ice.

The nobleman was glaring at her, blue eyes just as cold. “You don’t have what it takes to be princess. You should leave before it’s too late.”

Lettie glared back, “Speak plainly, already. What is your,”

Her words gave out when he gripped her wrist and looked her dead in the eye, “The thought of the kingdom’s future resting on a commoner like you makes me sick.”

Lettie wrenched her hand away but he let her go the moment she pulled back. Then he left, turning on his heel and storming away.

“What in the world,” she muttered, the anxious pounding in her heart finally registering to her mind as she watched him leave.

“Lettie!” Nico’s voice called from the canopied walkway around the courtyard.

He hopped over the railing, hurrying to her. “I saw from the bedroom. Who was that?”

“I… don’t know,” Lettie realized.

This was the second time they had met and he was somehow even more horrible to her. On both occasions their only communication was to snipe at each other, neither had asked or offered their name. Nico put his arm around her shoulder and walked her back towards the door.

“Are you alright?” He asked. “What was that about.”

“I’m alright, it’s fine… Just some bastard who will probably be a thorn in my side.” She sighed, then looked up at Nico.

“There is something I could use your help with though.”

[eclipse608]

Aight fellow ikeseries fans, I need help picking the eye color for this oc I made back in March. This is a rough sketch and I will refine it after I get the results from the poll.

[xxacidnekoxx]

Pega/Fera have a very horror dynamic that is kinda like ... Cinderella and her step mom (?) I guess (?) that's the closest comparison right now.(Pega is Cinderella ) And Fera overall is very horrific dog character with very very expensive taste in bones. (Implies they target and kill specific people for bones so she can chew on them)

and my mice OCS have a very horror dynamic with tidbit. It's like a polycule of mice who are very weird and creepy about tidbit like to the point of cutting him up so they can take his body parts home.

Midnight is a cult leader and has a cult with the angel cats which is very horrific and it's like.. yeah like cult of the lamb type of thing is the closest I can compare it to.

it's all like horror/comedy and I would also compare it to looney tunes or courage the cowardly dog type stuff because the physics of my cartoons are silly, it's just like blood and stuff is scary to some people but I like it

[nauticalparamour]

Writing Update

Going to try to do these a little differently from now on... I'll probably just edit and then reblog moving forward. Here is the update as of November 2024:

All Too Soon — Salazar x Hermione. My poor neglected WIP. Hermione finds a time portal in Hogwarts that takes her to the time of the Founders after midnight. I've got this fully plotted out, hope to have it finished up this month. | 8/10

Tribulations — Alfred Nott x Hermione. AU Was meant to be a one-shot set in the Trials Universe where Tom sends Alfie to deal with Hermione, instead of himself. But, it's turned into something massive, and I assume it's going to be around the same length as the original, but slow and unusual updates, seeing as I'm just writing when other obligations are fulfilled. It's turned into one chapter per ritual. | 3/9

Pretend to be Nice — Cassius Warrington x Hermione. One-shot where Ministry workers Cassius and Hermione have to interface with one another | December?

Linen & Curls — After ending up unexpectedly in 1977, Hermione learns that there is more to her than she knew. Embraced by the Black family, how will she handle living under their rules, especially when they insist there is no way for her to go back to her proper time? Or, are they just wanting to keep her as a useful pawn, to further the family's aims? Rabastan x Hermione. Sloooow Burn. Time travel AU multi-chapter | 47/71

Arms Full of Lullabies — Theo x Hermione. A little epistolary story that I am mostly mentioning because I miss the pairing | Winter/Spring?

Red Right Hand — OC x Hermione, Time Travel AU, Hermione Raises Tom. Light rewrite/grammar update and posting to AO3 | 32/45

Season of the Witch — Draco x Hermione, Football AU, Non-Magical AU, Or Is It? I'm still plotting this one out, but I am guessing it will be 15-20 chapters. | Winter/Spring

Unnamed — Draco x Hermione, Cinderella AU. One-shot | Spring

Unnamed — Marcus x Hermione, I would like to write another common trope, I'm thinking Accidental Marriage? Multi-Chapter | May 2025

Cruel, Tenderly — Rodolphus x Hermione, Multichapter. A dark story, whose plot has been clanging around in the back of my mind for ages, wondering if I will ever get the guts to write it. Not sure if anyone would actually want to read it. Spying with Polyjuice has it's consequences | 2025

I’d love to hear if you have any of these you are really looking forward to 💕 Or, are there any pairings that you have been missing?

You can see what was completed since last time below the cut:

Trials — Tom x Hermione | Complete

One Point Perspective — Marcus x Hermione | Complete

Think Twice — Marcus x Hermione | Complete

Sleeper — Theo x Hermione | Complete

Undercovers — Fenrir x Hermione | Complete

Go Away — Lucius x Hermione | Complete

Informants — Fenrir x Hermione | Complete

Bigger Boys & Stolen Sweethearts — Marcus x Hermione | Complete

Widow — Thorfinn x Hermione | Complete

[koko-raccoon]

F/O and OC lists:

Fictional Others ❤ (note: I am not non-sharing and I do not mind doubles. In fact, I love doubles and I love finding other people who have the same favorites as me) :

Romantic:

Buster Moon 🎤 (Sing)

Teddy 🛠 (Bob's Burgers)

Cosmo 🔎 (IF)

The Captain/Admiral 🚢 (Queen Mary's Dark Harbor)

Caine 🦷 (The Amazing Digital Circus)

Lord Hater ⚡ (Wander Over Yonder)

Bill Cipher ⚠️ (Gravity Falls)

Yondu Udonta 💘 (Guardians of the Galaxy)

Jaq/Sir Hugh 📿 (Cinderella)

Rudy 🎪 (Killer Klowns from Outer Space)

Michael Myers 🎃 (Halloween)

Earl the Squirrel 🎄 (Universal Studios)

Lord Garmadon 🐍 (The Lego Ninjago Movie)

Spider-Man Noir 🕸 (Spider-Man into the Spider-Verse)

Dale 🐿 (Chip and Dale Rescue Rangers)

Professor Membrane 🧠 (Invader Zim)

Honest John & Gideon 🦊🐱 (Pinocchio)

Mr. Peabody 👓 (Mr. Peabody and Sherman)

Vision 🤖 (MCU)

Platonic:

Timon 🦋 (The Lion King)

Crushes/low key an F/O but not officially one:

Husk 🎲 (Hazbin Hotel)

Bender 🍻 (Futurama)

Glinda 🎆 (Oz the Great and Powerful)

Casey Jr 🚂 (Dumbo)

Helen 🐌 (Bob's Burgers)

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Fan OCs (I have my own Original Characters but listing them would take up too much time and energy. But maybe someday I'll put it together)

Kylee 🏕 (Camp Lazlo)

Ebony ❄ (Prep and Landing)

Pumpkin 💅 (Prep and Landing)

Winter 🎙 (Prep and Landing)

Rudolph 😡 (The Muppets)

Princess 🍭 (Wreck-it Ralph)

Irene 🎬 (ParaNorman)

Sue 🎨 (Monsters University)

Tammy 💋 (Monsters University)

Danny  🛹 (Monsters University)

Olivia 📒 (Monsters University)

Kiwi 🍪 (Disney/Ducktales)

Raquel 💃 (Disney)

Birdie 🥊 (Disney)

Catalina 🙀 (Disney)

Pepper 📚 (The Boxtrolls)

Hamilton ✂️ (The Boxtrolls)

Chleo 🛼 (Wander Over Yonder)

Lady Luck 👓 (Cool World)

Squeaker 🌃 (Bojack Horseman)

Anna 🌕 (Gravity Falls)

April 💍 (Sing)

Hope 🌙 (Sing)

Tanya 👗 (Rock Dog)

Zynthia 🎶 (Guardians of the Galaxy)

Cassandra 🎆 (Guardians of the Galaxy)

Celestine 🌟 (Guardians of the Galaxy)

Juniper 👿 (The Lego Ninjago Movie)

Diane 💎 (Chip and Dale Rescue Rangers)

Midnight 🔮 (Eureeka's Castle)

Joliet 🔪 (Krampus)

Dina 🧨 (Killer Klowns From Outer Space)

Professor Ant 🐜 (James and the Giant Peach)

Quorra 🔫 (Star Wars)

Switch (AP-87) 🤖 (Star Wars)

Vulture 🐀 (The Nightmare Before Christmas)

Waverly 👩‍⚕️ (Halloween 1978)

Martha 🎄 (The Grinch 2018)

Jack 🧜‍♀️ (Queen Mary's Dark Harbor)

Adam 🧟‍♂️ (Queen Mary's Dark Harbor)

Ivy ✨ (Onward)

Busby 🌵 (The Looney Tunes Show)

Kattan 💫(The Looney Tunes Show)

Nona 🎸 (Kid Cosmic)

Minky 🎠 (Hazbin Hotel)

Yancy ♥️ (Hazbin Hotel)

Vivi 💨 (Encanto)

Beeb 💐 (Smiling Friends)

Misery(Julie) 🎭 (South Park)

Miss. Skunk 💥 (The Bad Guys)

Jingle Belle 🎁 (Despicable Me)

Francesca 😾 (Pinocchio)

Billie 🎮 (Bob's Burgers)

Joan 🛋 (Bob's Burgers)

Lily Belle 📄 (Mr. Peabody and Sherman)

Paula 🔧 (Futurama)

Lucky 🎤 (IF)

Lisa ☠ (Halloween Horror Nights)

Cubie  🎱 (The Amazing Digital Circus)

[offorestsongs]

my OCs + their names

i always have fun naming my OCs, especially since it's always either something symbolic and meaningful or something totally random and kind of stupid. it's especially fun with TWST OCs since i try to follow the in-game naming conventions and those are just about the perfect mix of meaningful and kind of stupid, and since i'm sick and bored, here's some rambles about my OCs names

LYSANDER

theres actually no particular reason why i came up with this name lmao

it just kind of. popped up in my mind as i was trying to come up with a design for him (fun fact, i really just sat down one day and was all like "i'm just going to design my Yuu for funsies, i'm not going to do anything with it" and welp. look where i am now). my OCs just kinda name themselves sometimes. y'know how it is

but i had the name for him before i actually had his personality down and actually when coming up with his personality, i took a lot of inspiration from just the vibes his name gave me

also. this bitch

this bitch is the reason why i now dress like a victorian gentleman and i definitely had him on the back of my mind when making my own Lysander so you can see where some of his vibe came from

also in-universe Lysander named himself by just googling stuff like "fancy male names" and going on websites for baby names (the classic trans experience) lmao

since he doesn't remember his last name, i'm not really using it, but he does have one

his last name is actually Sinclair

i'm only saying that because it also has a kind of random backstory; there's a fanfic for a different fandom that rewired my brain chemistry when i was in high school. in that fic, the author used the last name Sinclair as a fanon name for one of the characters and i've been obsessed with it ever since lol

ROSIENNE MINUIT

Rosienne also kinda named himself

like, his name just popped up in my head when i was thinking about him and i was like OH MY GOD THAT'S GENIUS

like, it's an obvious pun on rose and it sounds kinda french so like. it's perfect

truly the only moment i've ever used my one singular braincell

also it's supposed to be pronounced Row-zien

i knew from the beginning i wanted his last name to be french from the beginning (since, you know, Beauty and the Beast is a french tale) so i just kinda flipped thru a dictionary lmao

his last name means "midnight" - i know in the Disney version Belle has to confess her love to the Beast before the last petal of the rose falls but i've seen some retellings of Beauty and the Beast where Belle has to do it before midnight of an x day or something idk

KALLE BRUNNE

heavens Kalle's name gave me SO MUCH trouble i was close to just giving up lmao

Kalle is a very obvious pun on "cauldron" because like, what else

i played around with a few different spellings of it before i settled on this one; i wanted to pick Kelle at first but that just kinda sounds bad

my first idea for their last name was Shard, as in, glass shard (since his signature spell is called Seaglass) but i discarded it because i wanted to play into the color theme the Octavinelle has going on with their names

"brunne" comes from "brun", which is brown in danish

danish because the author of the original Little Mermaid, Hans Christian Andersen was Danish and i love him (i grew up with this big ass book of his tales, it definitely gave me some trauma as a child) so i thought it would be a cute reference

ELIOTT EMBERS

his name definitely wins the "kind of stupid" category (and i say this with affection don't worry)

my thought process was literally just Cinderella -> Ella -> Eliott?

same with his last name; cinder, that's just ash, what are some other ash-related words?

and put together it has alliteration and that's always good in names

that's literally it i don't have anything else to add here lmao

SWALLOW REYNARD

as i've said in his intro post, his last name is a reference to Reynard the Fox, a character from medieval literature that was a partial inspiration for the Robin Hood movie

as you can see i like little literary references lmao

it was supposed to be spelled differently at first but my brain didn't want to vibe with that so i just stuck to Reynard

his name tho definitely crosses into the "kinda stupid territory"

Robin is a common bird so i wanted to name him after a different bird

i was actually debating between Swallow and Swift but i've decided Swift may be a bit too on the nose and also i just don't think it works that well as a first name

[rambling-madwoman]

Louis Howard - 1

Please roast the shit out of my writing if you think it deserves it lol

“And where would Her Royal Highness be going?”

Lettie couldn’t feel relief at being saved from falling because she recognized that voice. When she opened her eyes she saw that same bastard who had so far put his hands on her rather roughly, insulted her, and questioned her credibility in front of the King.

There was nothing in his eyes but the faintest hint of a smile on his lips. “After that impressive performance in the King’s chambers I hadn’t expected you to leave so soon.”

Lettie stepped away from him and slipped back into her shoe, giving him only cold silence in return. He had made his point quite clear on both occasions they had met that he considered her beneath him.

“Not that I object to your decision to quit.” He continued. “In fact, I’d be more than happy to assist your escape attempt.”

Was he trying to be funny? Lettie crossed her arms. “I am only leaving for a while. I have something to attend to.”

“Alone?”

“I am accompanied.”

He looked towards the door. “Not by any knights though. Or the Chamberlain.”

The nobleman’s still, angel-like features betrayed nothing of whatever intentions he had. Her uninvited entrance into the King’s chambers and bold promise to serve the people had mixed reception and she wasn’t sure where this man’s opinion may have landed. But she had also promised to leave her secrecy behind with the reputation of witch.

She only observed him from the corner of her eye. “I’m going to see my brother. He comes home from school today. I’ve raised him by myself for years, I won’t have him hear about this from anyone else but me.”

She saw him turn towards her. “He has no idea?”

“He cannot have. He’s been gone for the season.”

“Then… You’ll tell him, and then what?” Something in his vacant blue eyes gave way to thoughtful consideration.

“Return here, with him. And I can devote myself to my new duties, then.”

His eyes went cold again. “I doubt you even know what those duties are.”

Lettie could have felt her hair curling with frustration had it not been neatly fastened up on her head. She tried to keep her expression unbothered as she continued down the stairs.

“I am already late. I have better things to do.” She answered back as she tried to think of how she would explain the excursion when he inevitably told someone about it.

She heard shuffling, like he was unsure on his feet. “Why would you come back here?”

He sounded more disappointed, sad even, than angry.

Lettie ignored it, not turning around to say “You would not understand the mind of a servant. Or a woman, for that matter.”

His footsteps joined the sound of her heels muffled on the stairs. “You’re a fool, and beyond saving as well.”

He brushed past her and continued to the door, formally holding it open for her. Bastard, she seethed. How long was he going to be there just to patronize? She kept her head high as she walked through the door and he followed her to the carriage where Nico was waiting.

“Oh, Duke Howard.” Nico’s brows raised at the two of them together.

Perfect, a Duke. Not any nobleman, still beneath her in ranking but not by very much. But it wasn’t her fault if he hated her from the moment he laid eyes on her. The Duke did not acknowledge Nico, only continued on to open the carriage door as well.

“You’d better hurry,” He said to Lettie. “If Giles discovers you missing, you’ll be the one to suffer the consequences.”

Her lip curled. He might as well say he was off to tell Giles himself. He offered his hand to help her into the carriage. Rather than take it, Lettie made a show of daintily lifting her skirt, stepping out of both heels, and planting both feet flat on the ground. She stepped easily into the carriage on her own, heels in the hand facing Duke Howard’s. Nico stifled a laugh, and the Duke finally acknowledged him with a harsh look.

Lettie settled into the tight space, only for her uninvited company to enter it as well.

“Move over.” He huffed at her.

Lettie stumbled over a few words of protest, but his larger frame all but pushed her further into the carriage. She gave him an incredulous huff back when he sat properly across from her, their knees almost touching.

“We’re ready to go then, my Lady.” Nico said a little hesitantly through the open door, looking to Lettie for her instruction.

This bastard wasn’t going to make her any later to see Theo. “Let’s not waste any more time.”

When the carriage lurched forward she looked at the Duke with no shortage of displeasure. “And why are you following me home?”

“You shouldn’t go out alone. Your attendant isn’t prepared to protect you.”

Lettie’s lips pressed into a flat line. “It’s a bit late to be a gentleman.”

The Duke’s eyes narrowed into something of a glare but he didn’t say anything.

“Duke Howard, is it?” Lettie crossed one leg over the other, dirt still on her feet.

“Louis Howard.” He answered flatly.

Lettie looked out the window, “I am surprised to hear you wouldn’t have preferred misfortune to find me on my way.”

“Don’t be stupid,” he snipped back. “Of course I don’t wish harm upon you.”

“You have a funny way of showing it.” She muttered.

“I’d hoped to see you stay home. The palace is no place for a girl like you.” Louis said coldly. “It will only end badly for you.”

Loretta leaned towards him and spoke quietly. “You tell me you don’t wish harm upon me but you seem to try and intimidate me at every turn. You’d get your point across if you spoke plainly.”

Louis leaned in as well, “If you can’t figure out someone’s true intentions, you have no business becoming queen.”

They were glaring at each other again. Lettie was an entirely different creature from the one before her. Everything about him was bright, almost shiny and pristine. She was speckled, with dirt on her feet, and eyes so black they weren’t moved at all by his light. He sat back first, sighing and reaching into a pocket in his coat to hold something out to her.

Now Lettie leaned back, eyeing it suspiciously first. A bookmark made from a pressed white flower. She looked at Louis, whose gaze was determinedly fixed on the door. There was a little something more in his eyes again but his lips were fixed stiffly.

Lettie wasn’t sure what to do with it. After a moment, Louis’ eyes finally looked to her and narrowed at her confused expression.

“I’m giving it to you,” He said, still abrasive.

“What?”

“It looks like the flower you took from the garden. You said your brother’s in school, didn’t you?”

“Oh,” Lettie wasn’t sure what to say.

The petals were not quite as pearlescent as the potted flower now sitting in the King’s chamber. The glass was smooth and refined, not catching Lettie’s fingers at all as she ran them over it.

“Thank you,” she added more calmly.

She didn’t want to ask why he would give it to them. But the questioned joined the nagging thoughts in her head that burned until the streets looked familiar to her again. Plants and people that needed tending, how much she would miss them. She still needed to get Theo through school. How would this impact his life? She already knew with certainty her own freedom would be severely limited for the foreseeable future. How much of it would she ever really get back?

As the royal carriage moved more slowly through the narrow streets on the outskirts of the capital, people began to follow it. Lettie could only imagine the rumors that must have come up since she had been gone. When it came to a stop by her home, she could see friends and neighbors surrounding Theo who sat on the ledge of their porch.

The carriage had not entirely stopped before she opened the door and stood on its step. Theo’s eyes lit when he saw her, but his face fell when he took in her dress. The first sting of pain, sure to be many that evening. Everyone was looking at Lettie. There wasn’t a person there she didn’t know. Lettie pushed past them, no one saying a word, and took Theo by the arm into the house.

They were barely past the front door as Theo took her in, shaking his head. “Etta… what happened?”

She had thought so carefully of how to explain it, but none of it came to mind now. “The Chamberlain came here and he… tricked me, basically. And… and now I,”

She couldn’t bring herself to say it. Theo’s eyes urged her on to relieve his worry. Sometimes when she looked at him he still looked six years old.

“If you wanted me to, I would take it back.” Her voice was dry. “But he asked me to do this, and I think I can do the things I’ve always wanted to this way.”

“Lettie, tell me what happened.” Theo pleaded.

It came out in a whisper. “The Chamberlain asked me to be the Princess Elect.”

“He – what?” His face was what hers must have looked like when Giles made her the offer. “But why? How does the Chamberlain even know you?”

“I don’t know the specifics of that yet. But the King has approved of me.”

That looked more surprising to him than the first part. “But… what does that mean?”

Lettie wasn’t sure how long they were in the house but it was dark when they opened the door again. Not one person had left during the wait. Duke Howard, face impossibly stiff, was surrounded on either side by women. Some looking rather stern and suspicious, others still enamored. Nico was regarded more casually, smiling at some girls from where he sat in the driver’s seat.

Everyone’s attention was on Lettie again when they stepped out of the house. “I…”

She wasn’t sure what to say. What to tell them, what not to. Looking out at everyone her eye caught her neighbor’s, Mdm. Dubois. The tincture Lettie had been making her for her chronic cough was soaking inside the house. She said nothing, only turned on her heel and going back inside to grab as many jars and supplies as she could carry.

Arms full, Mdm. Dubois gingerly took the jar Lettie indicated. “This will have to soak for another week. You can take the roots out before you drink it. I made extra. I won’t be back, but I’ll try to send someone else here as soon as I can.”

She didn’t wait for an answer, turning towards Mdm. Lefèvre. “The charm I gave Roger has no magic. I made my requests to the saints but I don’t know what good it does. It’s this mix of herbs,”

Her eyes went wide, “Well, I didn’t really think - Lettie, where are you going?”

Lettie was overwhelmed with the urge to remove the precious gem hanging around her neck and give it to her. But it wasn’t really hers, no matter what Giles said. She turned her back again instead, retrieving the shoes from the carriage.

“I wore these today, but they were new before that. I don’t know if they’ll fit you - sell them for all I care, that’s what I would do with them.”

Mdm. Lefèvre’s eyes went even wider still. The moon was high overhead by the time Lettie, Theo, and Duke Howard boarded the carriage. Nico drove them off, a strange silence settling over the odd group.

“And… who is this guy?” Theo asked, looking at Lettie.

His face twisted with annoyance. Lettie introduced him instead, “Duke Louis Howard.”

Theo looked back at him unimpressed. “What did he come for?”

“A lady shouldn’t go out unattended at night.” The Duke snipped, looking out the window instead.

Theo scowled. Duke Howard settled into steely silence as Lettie told Theo everything that had happened since she left. When they came upon the palace entrance, Giles was waiting for them by the door.

Lettie swore when she saw him, pushing Theo back against the seat as if she could hide him. As Duke Howard and Lettie stepped down from the carriage there was an amused twist to Giles’ smile. When Theo stepped out his face gave way to surprise.

“What is that,” He asked in his confusion.

“Theo.” Lettie said plainly. Theo waved and waited for anyone else to speak.

Giles looked from him, to Duke Howard. “Here I thought I’d finally caught Duke Howard cavorting, and with the new princess no less.”

He looked at Lettie, who felt her face heating. “Perhaps it was also foolish of me to believe there would be no more secrecy between us.”

“Well I had to give it back to you a little, didn’t I?” Lettie didn’t meet his eyes. “For making me think there was any point to that useless flower.”

“Regardless,” Giles continued. “You two seem to have quite the rapport already. So if you’d permit me to make a small suggestion, perhaps you’d like to volunteer to serve as Her Highness’ dance instructor? You’ll begin right after breakfast.”

Lettie meant to object, but the Duke answered right away. “Certainly.”

[iceflwers]

𝓴𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓲 “𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓲” 𝓱𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓪 !

˚✧ ₊˚ʚ THE BASICS !

— ❥ FULL NAME: Kelani Maile Halia.

— ❥ NICKNAMES: Lani (most commonly used), Keke, ipo, kaikamahine, Slugger, Halia, baby (by Luke only), Fiesty (by Luke only).

— ❥ DATE OF BIRTH: January 3rd, 2003 (Capricorn).

— ❥ BIRTHPLACE: Lansing, Michigan, United States.

— ❥ CURRENT RESIDENCE: Ann Arbor, Michigan, United States.

— ❥ SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English, Hawaiian, Spanish (not fluently), American Sign Language (not fluently).

— ❥ ORIENTATION: Biromantic, bisexual.

— ❥ GENDER IDENTITY: Cisgender female (she/her pronouns).

— ❥ OCCUPATION: Right winger for PWHL Minnesota.

— ❥ FACECLAIM: Auli’i Cravalho.

˚✧ ₊˚ʚ PERSONALITY !

— ❥ HOGWARTS HOUSE: Gryffindor (brave, chivalrous, daring).

— ❥ MYERS-BRIGGS TYPE: ENTJ - The Commander (energetic, confident, stubborn).

— ❥ ENNEAGRAM TYPE: Type Three - The Achiever (charming, self-assured, authentic).

— ❥ MORAL ALIGNMENT: Neutral Good.

— ❥ LOVE LANGUAGES: Quality time for receiving, words of affirmation for giving.

— ❥ SKILLS: Hockey, speed skating, singing, calligraphy, sketching, switching quickly between languages, makeup, distance running.

— ❥ LIKES: Winning, going on runs, true crime podcasts, skating early in the morning when no one else is around, blasting music and dancing around her room, parties, cute dogs, hanging out with her friends and Luke, warm weather, oversized shirts.

— ❥ DISLIKES: Assholes, sudden changes, the people she loves getting hurt, wearing leather, being forced to dance at parties, tight hairstyles, coffee with a lot of sugar in it, backstabbing people.

— ❥ FEARS/PHOBIAS: Failure, snakes, being held down, wasps, never achieving her dreams, tight spaces.

˚✧ ₊˚ʚ RELATIONSHIPS !

— ❥ FAMILY: Alana Halia (mother), Akoni Halia (father), Kai Halia (older brother).

— ❥ FRIENDS: Trevor Zegras, Brooke Bryant, Maggie Flaherty, Taylor Heise, Grace Zumwinkle, Liz Schepers.

— ❥ ACQUAINTANCES: Remainder of the PWHL Minnesota roster, Jack Hughes, Quinn Hughes, Nico Hischier, Jasper Bratt, John Marino.

— ❥ ROMANTIC INTERESTS: Mallory Keller (first crush), Zach Song (first boyfriend), Holly Collins (brief fling), Aimee Pryor (ex-girlfriend), Luke Hughes (current romantic interest).

˚✧ ₊˚ʚ FUN FACTS !

— ❥ Lani was born at almost exactly midnight, and as such her parents like to make jokes about her being a superstar and “their little star”.

— ❥ In addition to all of her hockey training throughout the years, Lani also has a little bit of training in figure skating, which allows to be quicker and more graceful on the ice than opponents and teammates without it. She’s tried to teach Luke some techniques more than once, but he has yet to master any of it.

— ❥ Lani is a big fan of older movie musicals, a love stemming from her mother and all the ones she watched with her as a child. One of her favorites is the old version of Rogers and Hammerstein’s Cinderella, with Julie Andrews, and she loves to sing the song “Impossible” and dance around her room to cheer herself up.

— ❥ Her first pet was a little black corgi named Princess that the Halia family had had since before she was born. She died when Lani was nine, but ever since then she always wears a silver charm bracelet with a paw print charm to remember her.

— ❥ Lani is a big fan of anything grape-flavored - grape soda, grape candies, grape juice - but she doesn’t like the actual fruits themselves; she finds them too sour.

tagging @lovings4turn, @hiya-itsamber, & @theopenlocker !

─┈ ♡ copyright © 2024: you do not have permission to copy, translate, or repost my works, nor to use my oc ideas or plots.

[gaysaintseiyafan]

I been on here for at least an entire month or so, I feel I should properly introduce myself or something

I'm genderfluid and prefer to go by they/them pronouns I'm autistic as well which is most likely the reason I get so passionate about my special interests. I made this blog to post and reblog about Saint Seiya because the entire franchise is one of my biggest special interests and I don't really get to share about it much since hardly anyone I know likes it !! I post alot of gay stuff because I'm very gay myself ya know.

I'm canadian BTW !!!

I enjoy watching anime and reading manga, fanfiction, listening to music, collecting dolls,figures, plushies ect. I also like drawing and even have fanart and some of my own ocs that I designed but I don't post them here mainly because I feel nobody would care to see them given that my skills are basic lol.

My favorite anime series are: OG Saint seiya including the hades ovas,Saint seiya lost canvas, saint seiya soul of gold, B't X, Shurato, ronin warriors, fuma no kojiro, yu yu hakusho,patalliro, berserk,devilman, blackjack, inuyasha, yugioh (season 0 and duel monsters), rurouni kenshin, princess princess, gravitation,brave dagwon, gundam wing, nightwalker the midnight detective,saint beast and the rose of versailles.

My favorite Saint seiya pairings: Hyoga/Shun, Shiryu /Seiya, Milo/Camus, Degel/Kardia, Mu/Shaka,Deathmask/Aphrodite, Minos/Albafica, Dohko/Shion . I like other ships but these are the ones I especially love to see fanart and fanfiction for Hyoshun is my main Ship ! Shirseiy and Camilo are close to being second.

Favorite bands: X japan, Seikima II, Malice mizer, Lareine, versailles, hizaki grace project, phantasmagoria, Syndrome, D, shazna, Kuroyume, missalina rei, madeth gray'll, baiser, Hanoi rocks and michael monroe, the sweet, Kiss, david bowie, the cure, dead or alive, gene loves jezebel, japan and david sylvian, cinderella, wasp, iron maiden, judas priest, motley crue, and many others mostly visual kei, and 80s music lol.

things I dislike: homophobia, transphobia, ableism, sexism and just bigotry in general, people who attack others for their ships its just juvenile imo, people who get mad if I dont instantly reply, that crappy netflix remake that made Shun into a girl..just no.

[maddieautobot273]

When I Am King, You Shall Be Queen - Silk & Cologne Cinderella AU

An AU set in the S&C universe - link to AO3 (X)

Chapter 2: There Was A Ball - previous chapter (X)

Pairing: Miguel O'hara x Female OC Spidersona!

Words: 2.6K+

Warnings: PG for mention of character death

Summary: The night of the ball arrives and Lisa shares a dance with a mysterious stranger.

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Lisa's P.O.V. 

My eyes had wandered, exploring and taking in every inch of the castle as I made my way to the ballroom. There was a ball at King Tyler’s castle in honor of his eldest son, Prince Miguel’s birthday to which everyone was invited, including all eligible maidens. Rumor was he was even searching for a potential bride to be! 

The more insane part, nobody has ever seen Prince Miguel. Not since he was a child. Nobody knew what he looked like now. 

I wanted to go, but my stepmother, who I quickly came to realize was wicked, forbade it and my step sisters wouldn't let me live it down all day, even going so far as to destroy my old dress. However, that wasn’t going to stop me because I had a good cry, I received help from Lyla, my fairy godmother. I have an actual fairy godmother. She had made me a beautiful dress and carriage so I could go to the ball and live out my dream. 

But the magic came with a cost. At the stroke of midnight, the spell would be broken, and everything would return to normal. I had to manage my time wisely, whilst having some much deserved fun, and make it back home in time before the magic spell wore off. How hard could it be?

As soon as I walked into the ballroom, I immediately started exploring, savoring the incredible food and drinks, and idly chatted with other guests. I even caught a glimpse of Prince Gabriel chatting with a few lovely maidens. After some time had passed, I glanced at the grand clock on the wall. Just a bit past 10. I still had some time before I should consider heading back. 

What else had I wanted to do and see here? Was I missing anything?

"Pardon me, milady. May I have this dance?" 

My eyes widened when I heard the voice speak to me, and I turned to see a tall, tanned skin, and very well dressed man approach me, offering his hand. My eyes seemed to glimmer as I took in his appearance. He wore a beautiful royal navy blue suit with red and gold trimmings, matching tassels on his shoulders. White gloves covered his large hands, and his eyes seemed to shimmer like the shiniest of rubies. He had to be the most handsome man I’d ever seen. 

Was he a lord? A duke, or a count perhaps?

Well, I was hoping to have one dance at least. 

“Yes. . .” I answered after a brief hesitation as I gave him a soft smile, accepting his hand with mine. “You may.”

A grin spread across the man’s face as he took my hand. His large fingers grasped around me gently before bringing it up to his lips and kissed the back of it softly. My cheeks flushed, taking the breath out of me as he escorted me to the center of the ball room, the current song whining down as the musicians began to play the next piece, a slow song. 

I met the handsome stranger’s face and curtseyed as he bowed before we stepped closer, my right hand taking his left as my free hand grasped his shoulder and his wrapped around my waist and our waltz began. We danced in content silence for the first few moments, our bodies swaying to the music as if we were in a trance. 

“What is your name?” The man suddenly asked me. 

I thought my heart was going to beat right out of my chest. “It’s Lisa. . .”

The man nods, his smirk softening into a smile. "A very beautiful name for a very beautiful girl."

“Oh, I’m nothing compared to these lovely ladies and duchesses.” I smiled softly back, shaking my head in disagreement. “I’m not a princess.”

As much as I appreciated the compliment, I was nothing compared to all these members of the royal court. I was nobody compared to them, and to my stepmother, I was nothing more than a housemaid. 

"I'm sure the lovely ladies and duchesses would say just the opposite. That you are probably the most beautiful of them all." The man responded, a small teasing glimmer in his eyes before he carefully lifted my arm and spun me around. 

His words and smile accompanied his strangely calm presence and I found myself wanting to believe him. “You humble me.” I giggled faintly, rolling my eyes as I swung back into step with him, although I couldn’t help but begin to notice there wasn’t anyone else dancing with us on the floor. 

I glanced around as we danced, noticing we had an audience. The crowd had gathered around us, forming a large circle to give us enough room to dance. Even the king up in his balcony was watching us!

Who was this mystery man?

“They’re all looking at you.” I commented, my eyes trailing to meet his gaze. 

The man seemed to have a sixth sense as he turned his head, noticing that the king had his eyes on us and he had caught his attention. However, he seemed unfazed by this, shaking his head softly as we continued dancing slowly, still in a gentle rhythm as he spoke once more with a gentle tone, ignoring the stares of the crowd as he focused his gaze back on me.

"Believe me, they are all looking at you."

My cheeks flushed darker and I bowed my head to hide my smile growing from ear to ear. Whoever this man was, he certainly had a way with words. “You certainly are modest.”

The man chuckles at the compliment before responding in a cheeky manner. "Would you rather I be conceited and brag about how handsome I am?"

I chuckled softly as I managed to steer my gaze back to him. “Forgive my boldness, but you don’t look like the conceited type.”

"That is good to know." He chuckles and looks down at me, suddenly studying me with this intense look in his eyes. “Are you enjoying the party? I’m sure a lovely lady such as yourself has gone to her fair share.”

“I’ve never been to a party. Not since I was a child, or never to one this grand of a scale.” I admitted softly.

Miguel raises his eyebrows, surprised at the admission. "Are you saying that this is your first time at a party? Why did you decide to accept the invitation now?"

“I’ve led a busy, busy life since my father. . . passed.” I took a moment to compose myself briefly so my voice wouldn’t fail me. “When helping to take care of my family, I’ve learned quickly that time gets away from me. But when the invitation came, inviting every eligible maiden, I thought I’d take a chance. I almost didn’t go. . .”

The man’s lips curved into a serious but compassionate expression as he gave a slight nod, as if he emphasized with me. "I'm glad you went. Because if you hadn't, then I wouldn't have been able to dance with you." He then pauses for a second before his smile brightens and he starts to chuckle softly. "It would have been a shame if I missed out on such a wonderful opportunity."

I match his own chuckle, my smile brightening. “And you said you weren’t modest. But I do appreciate your kind words.”

The song slowly came to an end, as the mystery man and I took a step away from each other before we each bowed and curtsied one another respectively, and an applause engulfed the room. My gaze swept over our audience, starstruck at the positive reception. Before I could comprehend it more, my dance partner approached me.

“If I may, I enjoyed dancing with you. Will you allow me the pleasure of… spending more time with you?” He asked. 

I was surprised thinking that we’d respectively go our separate ways after the dance. But I found myself welcoming his company. “Yes?”

There were butterflies in my stomach again as I caught a quick glance at the clock again. I’d be cutting it close. . . But I still had a little bit of time.

The man’s expression became even more delighted at my response. He then smiled widely and offered his hand. "Let's walk in the garden." He then added. "I'll take you to a wonderful spot where time stands still. The only sounds that you will hear will be the birds, trees, and us."

Where time stands still.

I take his hand gently with mine as I smile. “That does sound wonderful.”

The man leads me away from the ballroom, out the balcony doors as one of the guards pulls down a curtain to block off the way from the other guests. We descend down the staircase into the garden, and my eyes shimmer at how beautiful and lush it looks. We continued walking, taking in the scenery as the man led me to a beautiful spot with an arch with vines and white blossoms that gives it the perfect romantic vibe.

“May I ask you something, Lisa?” The man spoke up suddenly, gaining my attention. The man’s gaze was soft as his eyes poured into mine. 

“You may.” I nodded, suddenly feeling butterflies in my stomach. 

"After this night, would you allow me to see you again?” He asked me, gently taking my hands in his. 

My face lights up as he asks me that of all things and my cheeks flush a shade darker. “You… really mean that?”

"More than anything in the world, Lisa. You caught my heart from the moment I saw you and I want a chance to keep it with me forever. I want to know everything about you. I want to care for you. I want to keep you by my side all the time. I want to see those perfect eyes you have before sleeping and as soon as I wake up. So yes, Lisa. I mean it." There was no denying that he truly meant every single word he was saying. 

“Oh. . . Oh my, that’s. . .” My mind was racing and then it dawned on me that I never asked for his own name in return. “First may I know the name of the man who has so boldly declared these intentions towards me?”

He smiles again as he raises both his eyebrows in amusement. Squeezing my hands affectionately, the man’s eyes seemed to shine like the stars as he took a breath and said. “Miguel. My name is Miguel O'Hara. And just to be clear, those intentions I declared were not so bold.” He inches closer, completely captivating my gaze. “I'm just telling you what I feel. And what I feel is something that I rarely do."

“Miguel O’Hara. . .”

The name seemed to roll off my tongue as I held his hands, looking into his eyes.

But where have I heard that name before?

I inched closer, feeling this sudden connection, a pull between us.

Wait– it couldn’t be?!

Then came a loud, echoing chime from the clock tower, and I felt as if my body had frozen like a statue.

No, it couldn’t be—!

“What’s the time?”

"The time? Right now, it must be about twelve."

“Midnight?” My eyes widened, feeling my heart face as I glanced over in the direction of the clock tower.

The clock had struck 12 O’clock midnight exactly. My heart dropped into my stomach. Any second the magic of the fairy godmother’s spell would wear off.

I looked back towards Miguel, a passionate, apologetic look forming in my eyes as I squeezed his hands. “I’m so sorry, Miguel, but I must go. I can’t explain, but I have to go.”

I pulled away as I gathered the skirt of my dress, beginning to run before I stopped and turned back towards him. “I had a wonderful time, the best night of my life. You are kind, compassionate, and I’ll remember you and this night for the rest of my life, Miguel O’Hara. Goodnight!”

My dress flowing, I took off running through the garden and back towards the castle.

I retraced my steps, navigating my way through and out the garden before climbing up the balcony steps to the entrance to the ballroom. The curtain blocking off the entrance was heavy, but I managed to push it open just enough for me to slip inside and I rush through the crowd trying to make it to the other end of the room.

I could hear a startled commotion behind me and when I looked back, my heart leapt in my throat when I saw Miguel emerge from the curtain, startling some of the other guests and a man dressed in a guardsman uniform approached him. “Your highness, are you alright?”

I thought I was going to have a heart attack. Miguel. . . 

My mind flashed back to a memory from my childhood. Running away from home, riding in the woods after my father passed. I stumbled upon a young man who was hunting. That face, his eyes, that smile. . .

It couldn’t have been the same person. . .

But it was!

He was the prince?! He’s Prince Miguel. How could I have been so stupid!

The clock tower chimed again and it willed me to keep running.

I was beginning to pant, my lungs burning as I kept running down a long grand hallway. When I turned the corner, I nearly ran and toppled into someone else as I gasped for air, stopping in my tracks.

“Oh, goodness, are you alright my lady?” It was the King. Miguel’s father.

“Yes, my apologies, your majesty,” I offered the king a quick courtesy before I shuffled around him. I had meant to keep running, but before I did, someone compelled me to stop and turn to the king, “Your majesty if I may? Your son, Miguel, is such a kind, compassionate man. He’s so lucky to have you as his father. I know he’ll make a great king one day. Thank you for tonight.”

I smiled briefly, offering him one more quicker curtsey before I took off running again.

After more running, I made it to the entrance of the palace and begun my descent down the long, side staircase where my carriage waited at the bottom of the steps. I had made it about halfway down the steps when I felt something loosen and clatter along the cobblestone steps. I turned to see one of my glass slippers had fallen off and now my one foot was bare.

My cheeks flushed as I reached for it, until a familiar voice called out to me. I looked up and my eyes widened when I spotted Prince Miguel at the top of the stairs.

He had went after me?! If I wasn’t pressed to return home before he saw me for who I truly was. . . This has to be the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me.

I glanced between him and the shoe and when he began his own descent down the steps, I left the slipper behind and traveled down the remaining flight of stairs and nearly toppled into the carriage. “Go, quickly!”

Miguel was quick and agile and caught the slipper on time, stopping it from toppling and potentially shattering. "Wait! I have something for you! Wait!" Miguel then started to run towards the carriage as he saw the driver preparing to leave.

My heart sank seeing the look on his face. I wished I could have ended the night in better circumstances. I’m so sorry, Miguel. . .

“Go!” I commanded.

The driver slapped hard in the reins and the horses sprinted, taking the carriage with them as I rode off into the night. I dared myself to take one last look out the carriage window, seeing Miguel holding the glass slipper in his hand. I retreated back inside, my heart pounding in my chest.

[luucypevensie]

🌟 + Thea, please??

@dancingsunflowers-ocs ✨💛✨

YAS, THANK YOU ALEXANDRA! Tagging @daughter-of-melpomene and @ginger-grimm because Thea's their godchild

because all for you by janet jackson is thea's favorite song, she completely memorized the dance and new directions was shocked when they saw her dancing to the song perfectly at the beginning of s1

thea had competed in equestrian competitions ever since she could learn how to ride. she was gifted thor as a reward for doing well in her first competition because her parents thought she could handle the responsibility

she loves hand-written letters: the penmanship, putting your innermost thoughts into words, the romanticism of it all

her number #1 crush is always fred astaire (in her mind, no one can compare to him), and her #1 girl crush is judy garland (thea would've DIED for her)

thea can never pick between english and french for her favorite subject (she loves paris and loves the elegance of the language, but she lives for reading a classic novel and then dissecting each different part)

she unfortunately has a terrible immune system, so she tends to get sick a lot (which is fine by her because it means more cuddles from persephone, her cat)

her father got her first guitar when she was about 5, and she never got over how right it felt in her hands as she strums each individual string

she's also very talented at the piano, and whenever iris wants a turn at being the lead singer, thea would take over the keyboards for her

during their time away from new directions in s2, thea formed a band with augusta, iris, max (her childhood best guy friend/ex), and inez (his girlfriend whom the other three adore). they named themselves the midnight pumpkins (after cinderella, thea's favorite disney princess and fairytale), and would perform all over lima and columbus with thea's original songs

contrary to belief, finn is not thea's first love. thea's first love was a college guy named jude whom she met in columbus when the midnight pumpkins were performing at a local joint (he thought she was really talented and pretty, and she felt butterflies over hearing his english accent)

[the-weirdos-mind]

A Puppet

Imira, Yuui/Amity, and Aquila belong to @marrondrawsalot

Squeak, Freya, and Primrose, belong to @writing-heiress

Isabelle and Cristalería belongs to @adrianasunderworld

Drew belongs to @mangacupcake

Estella and Maverick are my OCs

The songs used in this fic aren’t mine.

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She knew that what she’s doing was really risky but any knowledge on the enemies would be helpful in any way for the Maidens. “Nervous?” A voice asked. Estella looked at her shoulder to see Squeak looking at her with a concerned expression on his small face. She smiled and patted his head with an index finger.

“A little. Hopefully we can get the information we need.” She said. She looked at the guards that stood outside the main entrance gate of the Scrabian territory. Jafar was planning something big and she volunteered to infiltrate the place. Alone. She knew her magic would create the perfect disguise to blend in and if she got caught, it would be only her in trouble. She rejected her friends offers to help but she insisted on doing this on her own. She wouldn’t forgive herself if something happened to them and she couldn’t do anything to stop it. Squeak had insisted on going with her since he can’t let her do something like this alone. She didn’t even try to stop him, knowing how determined he was to help her.

She watched as a group of minions were approaching the gates. “It’s time, hide now bud.” She told her companion. The mouse nodded and hid in her black hoodie pocket. The girl had decked out in all black clothes for this mission. It wasn’t hard for her to pick them from her closet, as most of her wardrobe is black clothing. Her earring glowed as she muttered the spell to transform her appearance. White sparkles covered her for a moment before they faded. She turned herself into a minion with purple hair and light eyes with a pale complexion. Her clothes are the same ones the minions wore, a sleeveless black and red hoodie with gold accents, and golden strings, underneath the hoodie was a red undershirt, a yellow with snake designs belt tied perfectly on her waist, black parachute pants with red flames, and black sneaker sandals with a gold scarab to clip them onto her feet. A golden collar necklace was on her neck, a golden bracelet on her left wrist and a snake like, golden, shoulder cuff on her right shoulder. She quickly ran into the mass of people and blended in the middle. There was no coming back as the gates closed.

There’s a room where Jafar and his most trusted lackeys met and discussed their plans. All she had to do is get copies of those plans and get out. She hopes that the disguise won’t wear off at midnight. On some nights, her disguise magic will disappear at midnight, like the Fairy Godmother’s spell on the Cinderella. Cristalería had warned her of this once the older woman recognized the earring. It always happens at random and she doesn’t know what night it’ll be. She was snapped into reality hearing footsteps walking. She could see a girl walking in the distance. Estella knew who she was the moment she saw her. Imira, one of Jafar’s right handed people.

She ran with the crowd until she was inside the palace like building that’s Jafar’s lair. When she saw a place she could hide and no one would even notice a disappearance, she hid. The spot was between two pillars on the walls and she hid behind them, holding her breath until the footsteps had faded in the distance. She counted to five in her head to make sure no one was coming before emerging. She carefully stepped out of her hiding place and started walking.

Irmia had stopped as soon as she saw the minion. “Who are you? Where are you going?” She questioned as she grabbed the other person’s shoulder.

Estella shot her a look. “I’m Bilal.” She said. She had a plan if any of them had caught a glimpse of her. “Jamil asked me to retrieve something for Kalim.”

A tense moment of silence had formed between the two as Imria had looked ‘Bilal’ in the eyes. She sighed as she let her go. “Fine. But don’t take too long on your task, you’ve got training.” She said as she walked off. As soon as she was gone, Estella sighed in relief. That was too close. She continued walking until she came to a wooden door. She opened it and smirked when she saw the contents of the room. Bookshelves filled with books and scrolls among the walls with some loose pieces of paper peaking out. A wooden table in the middle of the room with scrolls all over the surface. Four chairs were around the chair, and a red carpet with a snake on it underneath the table. A lone window was on an upper part of a wall, letting moonlight shine into the room. The other walls held lanterns that provided a source of light.

She quickly went into the room and carefully closed the door behind her. Squeak had emerged from her pocket and hoped to the floor. “That encounter was too close! If it went on longer then I would’ve scratched her if she did something.” He said.

“I know.” Estella said as she walked to the table. She grabbed the first scroll she saw and unrolled it. She could see the plans that have carefully crafted by the Sorcerer of the Sands. “Squeak, can you hold an end down?” She asked her Guardian. The mouse nodded and grabbed an end of the scroll to hold. Estella used a book from one of the shelves to hold the other end down. She took her phone out and started taking pictures of the contents. It went on like that for a while, Estella taking pictures of the plans on one scroll before moving to another.

“Okay that’s it.” She said as she took the last picture. She caught a glimpse of white sparkles on her outfit. She checked the time and felt her stomach drop as she saw the time. Midnight. The disguise had faded, leaving her in her black clothing.

“This is bad! What are we going to do?!” Squeak said as he watched the spell wear off.

“I’ll think of something!”

She sighed as she tried to think of an escape plan but jumped when she heard a squawk. Both the Maiden and the Guardian turned to the source of the sound. On top of one of the bookshelves was Iago, the parrot that’s Jafar’s henchman. “The Maiden of Dreams?!” He said in shock. He had seen the spell wear off. He then cackled seeing the girl. “Wait till Jafar hears that one of the Maidens has sneaked into his lair, you basically gave yourself up kid!” He then flapped his wings and flew out the window.

“You’ll have to tell that snake that he’ll have to go through me first!” Squeak yelled as the bird flew away.

“This is bad.” Estella said. “I think there’s one option now.”

“What’s that?”

“You need to get the plans to the others. I’ll fight them off to give you some time.”

“That’s crazy! We can find a different way!”

“IT’S THE ONLY CHANCE WE HAVE! I’m not letting you get caught too.”

Before Squeak could argue with the plan, Estella had broke her phone open. She dug around until she found the data card for the device. She searched the room until she found a small sack and placed the card inside. She tied it closed and tied the sack on Squeak’s neck. “Look, I don’t like this at all as well but I won’t have anything happening to you. I’ll get you to a vent and then you run.”

“Just be careful Stella.” Squeak said. He hugged her index finger. “Please get back safe.”

“I will.” She said, using the finger he was hugging to gently rub his head. She offered her free hand out and he hopped on it. She placed him on her shoulder. “Now, let’s get out of here.” She left the room, leaving her broken phone behind. She would have no use for it anymore. She ran down corridor after corridor until she found an air vent. She pried the gate open with her hands and put Squeak on the metal ground, just as she was doing that, she heard footsteps.

“Find her! Find that Maiden and get me her gem!” A voice yelled. It was so loud that she could hear it from her current place. Her heart stopped when she heard it. She knew who it was.

“Go. Get that card to everyone else. I’ll buy you some time.” Estella said. Before Squeak could say his goodbye, she placed the grate back on. She listened as the tiny steps of her friend had faded until she couldn’t hear them anymore. She sighed as she heard people closing in on her. She mockingly held her hands up in surrender as she turned around and saw guards closing in on her.

“You’re coming with us girl.” A guard said.

Estella smirked. “No I won’t.” She said. She began snapping her fingers and humming. The guards exchanged confused looks amongst each other but raised their swords closer to her when she started singing.

“Ooh oh oh oh, ooh oh oh oh

Be careful making wishes in the dark

Can't be sure when they've hit their mark

And besides in the mean-meantime I'm just dreaming of tearing you apart”

The white sparkles circled around her again and this time, she was in her Maiden outfit. She shot a blast of white energy at a guard. She then started dodging swords as best as she could but still got some scratches and the occasional small stab on herself while firing spells in defense. The wounds weren’t enough to stop her.

“I'm in the de-details with the devil

So now the world can never get me on my level

I just got to get you out of the cage

I'm a young lovers rage

Gonna need a spark to ignite”

A small reddish spark formed on both of her palms. She struck the closest guard in the chest with her palm and watched as the fire rapidly grew on his clothing. The guard screamed and dropped his sword and tried to put the flames out by hitting the flaming area.

“My songs know what you did in the dark

So light em up up up, light em up up up

Light em up up up, I'm on fire

So light em up up up, light em up up up

Light em up up up, I'm on fire

Ooh oh oh oh (in the dark-dark)

Ooh oh oh oh (in the dark-dark)”

The sparks rapidly turned into fires that covered her hands. She then swiftly defeated the rest of the guards surrounding her with those flames. They all screamed in pain and dropped to the ground when the pain got unbearable. She used the flames to cauterize the stab wounds. The scratches won’t be much of a bother. She walked away from the vent, going in the direction of freedom, burning anyone that got in her way. Just as she was almost to the gates, a magical barrier suddenly went up and knocked her back. She flew across the room and her back landed on the stone wall.

Estella groaned in pain as she slumped to the ground. She checked on the fire and they had faded. She looked up and saw Irmia at the other end of the hall. Her hand was outstretched and she lowered it seeing her opponent. “I knew there was something off about you ‘Bilal’ or should I say, Maiden of Dreams?” The redhead girl said. Estella stood up, her legs shaking a little as she tried to regain some balance.

Irmia ran at Estella and they started fighting. Both fired spells to take the other down. Some missed while some hit their mark. During the fight a pair of red and blue parrot like wings sprouted from Irmia’s back. What surprised Estella was that feathers also sprouted from her ears. The feathery limbs flapped, allowing her to float in the air. The wings carried her higher up in the air until she deemed the height acceptable. She then started firing spells, from her airborne position. It became harder for Estella to dodge and fire her own spells at Irmia, aa the girl would simply fly away from them. She hissed in pain when she got hit in the side.

Estella placed a hand on her side, feeling the warm and sticky feeling of blood on her palm. She noticed something shining on one of the walls. It was a picture frame made of silver. She didn’t care to look at the photograph it held, she knows what she could do. She aimed a small spell at the frame and fired. The spell bounced off the frame and flew at Irmia. The redhead tried to get out of the way but the edge of her wing got hit. She gasped as she fell a bit until she regained some control. She looked at her wing to see some of her feathers singed. She growled and looked back down but Estella was gone.

“So she used her speed huh?” She muttered. “Too bad I can still hear her footsteps. She has no idea what’s coming for her.” She smirked as she thought about who the Maiden will be up against next.

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Estella huffed as she came to a stop. She couldn’t run for long while her side is bleeding. She used her free hand to light a small fire on it then quickly put it on her wound. She bit her bottom lip to keep herself from howling in pain. She removed the palm once she felt like it was done. She was about to walk off when she heard laughter. Laughter that made her blood run cold in her veins. She turned around and saw the man who owns the lair. “I thought it would’ve been the one that looked like that Street Rat but this I never thought.” Jafar said. “The Maiden of Dreams, the only Maiden who could perfectly sneak in without suspicion.” The eyes on his cobra staff lit up. “Let’s see how powerful you are girl!”

A red beam of energy shot out from the eyes, heading towards Estella. She dodged out of the way but barely made it. She could feel the heat from that blast. She fired her own spell back at him but he swung it with his staff like it was game of baseball. It hit her in the chest, knocking her back. She groaned in pain and tried to sit up but found the task difficult. She used a lot of her magic and can feel the effects. A red force surrounded her, canceling out her ability to move. Jafar used his powers to make her stand up straight and floated her towards him until she was right in front of him.

He laughed as he patted her head. “Nice try little girl but you’re no match for me.”

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Back at the hideout, the other Maidens waited anxiously for Estella and Squeak to get back. They were expecting both of them to walk into the base but were surprised when it was just Squeak. The poor mouse was panting heavily and slouched to the ground in exhaustion. “My goodness, what happened?” Neige asked as he gently cupped the creature in his hands.

“W-We got caught.” Squeak said. “T-the spell w-wore off.”

“Then where’s Estella?” Drew asked. She looked out the window hoping to see her friend walking up the path to the front door.

“S-She’s not c-coming. S-She threw m-me into a v-vent and gave m-me no choice b-but to go. S-She didn’t w-want me to be c-caught.” The mouse said. He untied the sack from his neck. “I-I saw her get c-caught by J-Jafar.”

Freya took the sack from Neige’s hands. “What?!” She said. “Jafar has her?!”

“Oh no.” Isabelle said. “We need to get her out of there!”

“But we can’t just barge in there!” Aquila said. “He’ll know when we step foot into there and we’ll get caught too!”

“But we can’t sit pretty and do nothing!” Rielle yelled. Arguing broke out between the team of heroes. Everyone was shouting over one another about what to do to get their friend back. The noise was so loud that it woke Primrose from her nap.

“QUIET!” The dragon yelled. Everyone else quickly went silent hearing the dragon yell. It was completely out of character. “Why don’t we go over what we have and then figure out a plan. It’s better than fighting and getting nowhere.” She yawned after she said that.

“She’s right.” Freya said. She opened the sack and took the card out. “We’ll take Jafar down when he strikes his plan and get our friend back as well.”

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Weeks had gone by since Estella had been captured. She sat in the prison made of stone except for the metal gate that separates her from freedom. She slept in a pile of old cloths and used one for a blanket. Her left ankle donned a new metal cuff connected to a chain mounted on the floor. She had enough room to walk around but not get out. She still wore the all black outfit and took her hoodie off to get some air on her skin. She wore a black tank top underneath the hoodie thankfully. Her guards constantly changed from Kalim to Irmia to Jamil and she wouldn’t speak whenever either of them asked a question or spoke in her direction. The worst part of this situation was that her earring is in Jafar’s possession.

Ever since Jafar took that piece of jewelry off her ear, she felt awful. The first few nights in captivity consisted of her softly crying herself to sleep. She was a failure to the Maiden of Dreams. If the earring could easily be lost to her like this then she doesn’t deserve to have that honor anymore. She was a fraud to not the Maidens but to her family as well. She hadn’t spoken to anyone, barely ate or drank, and hardly slept. It didn’t help that she didn’t have the meds for her depression and anxiety so the demons in her mind are thriving. The only solace she received was when no one was in sight. When she couldn’t see any of her guards, she would sing softly to herself. It was something that kept those dark thoughts in her mind at bay.

The time right now would be dawn. She looked at the sunlight slowly starting to creep into the cell from the cracks of the stone walls. Her only source of light filling up the cell filled her with ease for just those moments. She closed her eyes as she stayed up due to nightmares and sighed in relief. The light is coming back. She started humming unaware that she would provide a show.

Jamil was walking down the cold, harsh stone steps to the dungeons to start his shift of watching the Maiden of Dreams. When she was first caught, she refused to say her name or anything about her. Jafar had thrown in that cell to break her and from what he could see, it was working. He nodded at Kalim as he was climbing up those stairs. “Did she sleep at all?” The brunette boy asked. Kalim shook his head. “I see.” He said.

“Good luck Jamil.” Kalim said before he continued his way up. Jamil continued making his way down but stopped when he heard something. It sounded like… singing? He slowly crept closer until he saw the source. He stopped in his tracks seeing the girl singing softly, like no one could hear. He decided to take a minute or two to listen to the song.

“There's darkness in the distance

From the way that I've been livin'

But I know I can't resist it”

As quietly as he can, he took a seat on the stairs. Her voice… it was very calming and angelic for him. He leaned his head against the stone wall, wanting to hear more.

“Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time

You and I drink the poison from the same vine

Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time

Hidin' all of our sins from the daylight

From the daylight, runnin' from the daylight

From the daylight, runnin' from the daylight

Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time”

Those lyrics made him think. What’s going on in her head? He then thought about the special assignment his boss had given him. A part of him didn’t want to go through it now but the other half did. Guess the lyric about loving and hating at the same time made sense in this sense. He realized that he had to get it done and stood up, breaking free from the siren’s song. He quickly walked up to her cell, making his presence known.

Estella stopped singing and blushed from embarrassment when she saw Jamil. How much of that did he hear? She blushed some more thinking about that. Her face quickly lost the red from embarrassment when he pulled the keys out of his pocket and unlocked the door. He swung the metal open and closed it behind him as he stepped inside the cell. For a moment, they stared at each other wondering what the other would do. Estella tried to make herself smaller when he started walking to her. He crouched down on his knees in an effort to be eye level at her. She moved her head down and closed her eyes.

He rolled his eyes and grabbed her face, gently to not cause any bruising. He couldn’t do that after hearing such a beautiful voice. “You’ve been given us trouble ever since you came here.” He said. “First you steal plans, injured some of the soldiers and now you’re refusing to say anything about the girl behind the gem. The Sorcerer of the Sands has had it with your stubbornness.” Her eyes opened once she felt his breath on her face. That’s when the pain started. When she met his gaze, she could feel something in her mind. Something trying to take over. She wanted to pull her head out of his grip but she would hit her head against the stone and possibly break her skull. She wanted to close her eyes but he was using his other hand to carefully hold her top eyelids open. All she could do is resist. A pain grew in her head the longer she resisted. It reached the point where it was like a really bad migraine.

“It’s no use.” He said. “Just give up.” A few more minutes passed and he could see her eyes becoming more red. He smirked when those pupils had fully turned. He let her go and stood up. “Stand up.” He ordered. She stiffly stood on her feet, staring at him with those red eyes. He pulled out the shackles and clamped them down on her wrists. “Follow me.” He said, trying to ignore the guilt threatening to grow. He lead her to Jafar’s throne room. The Socerer smirked seeing her red eyes.

“Well done, Jamil. Now, we can get all the information on this girl.” His eyes cast themselves on the girl. “Start asking her questions, I want to know everything about her and the Maidens.” The boy nodded and looked at her.

“What is your name?” He asked.

“Estella Garcia.” She responded.

Both of their eyes grew wide in response. “I never expected an Garcia to be a Maiden.” Jafar said. He then chuckled the longer he thought of this revelation. “We all know that the Garcia’s is one of the most ancient human families that practices magic. I want to know everything about the knowledge her family has gained over the centuries.”

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The next time the Maidens had encountered Jafar is on the battlefield. They tried to break in to get their friend but security measures had grown and they almost got caught themselves. Yuui summoned her sword and got into a sword fight with their opponent. The two clashed their blades until Amity won. She took the sword on the ground and looked up, seeing an ally struggling. “Maverick!” She yelled before tossing the blade at him. He caught the blade with his free hand and used it in his fight.

When he heard about what happened to Estella, he insisted on helping them getting her free. Isabelle fired a spell at Kalim while Drew and Freya handled Jamil and Irmia. The battle waged on until Aquila managed to take Jafar on his knees. Maverick placed his sword on his neck since he won his last battle. The sharp tip of the blade was threatening to draw blood. “Where is she?” He asked.

“What have you done to our friend?!” Drew said as she fought Irmia.

“Jamil, call her!” Jafar ordered, ignoring the question.

“Estella, show yourself!” Jamil said. The Maidens stopped in their tracks when they heard that name. They could see a figure walking onto the battlefield. The heroes stood in shock, seeing Estella, in her magical outfit, the earring back on her ear. She didn’t run to their side and greeted them, she stood there still. It was odd.

Rielle took a good look at her eyes and felt his blood freeze. “Uh guys.” He said. He wasn’t the only one to notice the change in her. Maverick noticed too when she just stood there, like a statue.

“What did you do to her?!” He yelled at Jafar. The Sorcerer only laughed in response.

“Estella, free Jafar.” Jamil ordered.

“Yes, Master.”