#queen grimhilde x reader

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

Request-ish for great 7 au if you dont mind, but what kinds of pictures do you think the g7 keep of yuu? Whether in like a photo book or their wallet or whatever? (Also if you dont mind maybe what their favorite photo of yuu is as well?) Love your writing have a good day!

A Picture of Yuu

Trying to ease myself back into writing and decided to try this out as a semi request! Gn yuu per usual, minot spoilers for ch 2— This is based of my Great 7 fic Unit:Yuu!

Notes: I do not know what kind of Arab Jafar is Aba/Baba for him, please let me know if this incorrect—

Queen of Hearts + Jabberwock

The Queen of Hearts has always been a zany one to say what photo she has of you that she adores on any given day would be difficult. In short, she loves them all!

It is such a shame that instant photography wasn't a thing back in her era, she would have taken so many photos of herself and Wonderland and she would have loved to show you all of them, it would certainly save the Jabberwock from having to explain so much.

The Queen watches you from afar as she drifts into her own thoughts. How she would have loved to take you into Wonderland with her and have your portraits done together.

Perhaps you could take your camera with you and you both can record all the memories you make together? How fitting would it have been to have photos of you in your wackiest poses and outfits up on the walls without having to get each one painstakingly painted?

She watches you rest the Jabberwocks head on her lap, and a smile graces her face at the sight of her little Rose with her greatest warrior. Should she still have her kingdom, she would have barked orders for the royal painter immediately.

Perhaps she doesn't have a favorite photo or picture of you because it hasn't made it yet, and as you take a photo of you and her with the Jabberwock all together (a photo you will undoubtedly hide from Crowley), she realizes she would never be able to find a favorite, as all she wants to now is to keep taking more.

Scar + The Hyenas

Scar has seen Rafiki's artwork before, and he was never impressed by the crude cave paintings he made, especially the ones that represented him.

If Rafiki were to have made one of you, however... he wouldn't know how to feel.

Even then, he much prefers these cameras and their strange instant paintings, after all he has never looked better in them! They really catch his good side!

Scar would huff in faux uninterest when he sees you pointing the camera around and taking photos of those three idiot hyenas around Ramshackle. And when you take photos of him he certainly doesn't strike a pose on purpose! (He snarls at Ed who even thinks about mentioning the idea.)

Still even as you show all of the photos you took, even of the ones of you, the hyenas, and him, it can never compare to the old "photo" of you and him together that he keeps hidden.

Cub is what he called you. To him, you were one. He was teaching you how to hunt with those Hyenas, how to sneak up on your prey and attack, and your victorious smile as you helped them take down a gazelle.

He remembered his muddy paws dragging across stony ground as Banzai carried the gazelle carcass with him, the group of hunters having to take it to the fire so you can eat.

Scar noticed how you suddenly stopped in your tracks and stared down at the ground. Annoyed, Scar huffed telling you to hurry up, and when you went on your knees and poked at the ground below you he snarled and circled back to you

That was when he noticed you were staring at his paw print in part of the ground. Your child self seemed to glow when you saw it, and you took your own muddy and bloodied hand and put it right over his print as if comparing sizes. When you took it away, he saw your small handprint right on his.

He may have actually have had a soft moment with you then and there if it wasn't for the hyena's prodding. Upon seeing the hand and paw print, Ed immediately remarked on how he wanted to do that too, and put his own next to yours, then Shenzi and Banzai, ever competitive, started arguing about doing the same, shoving each other out of the way to put their paw down as well.

In the end, all of your prints were together in a way that oddly resembled Rafiki's dribble. "Are you all satisfied now?" He huffed, snarling, "Now go! All of you!" He barked making the hyenas walk off and you follow. As you all walked off he tore up that part of the stone from the ground and carried it in his mouth, following the cackle closely behind with it.

He despised the way some child managed to worm his way into his heart and yet here is years later with you all grown up, and he still has the stone tablet hidden away for his eyes only. He refuses to let you see how soft he has gotten for you.

Shenzi definitely knows of it and tells you about his secret, prompting Scar to try and kill her.

Ursula + The Eels

Oh dear, now that's a question all right.

If it was up to her and she was able to have had you down in Atlantica, she would have hung so many paintings of you and her poopsies on her grotto walls, your chubby baby self was adorable, you know?

She often has fleeting thoughts of being the one to have brought you up under the sea. Just her a single mom and her three kids as her accomplice in villainy. How she would teach you how to brew the most powerful potions and run a good business...

Even now, she watches the curious glint in your eyes as you explore NRC and takes photos of everything, she's happy you have started to discover who you are.

You naturally take a lot of photos of her new makeup looks, along with your eel brothers wearing matching drag with you. She loves to pick up the Polaroids and commits them to memory, swiping her thumb over herself along with her children's faces lovingly.

It was during one of your weekly drag/makeup nights together. You had on some dramatic trashy show in the background as you all talked and did makeup. You kept one of your eyes closed ad Flotsam hangs on your neck like a scarf, using his tail to hold a brush and dab on eyeshadow while you work on Jetsam's eyebrows. Ursula smiled at the sight of her children bonding.

The peace didn't last long, as you made a particularly shady remark about that crow bastard causing Flotsam to cackle and squeeze you slightly, and Jetsam to slap you fave lightly with his tail.

As the Sibling Codex states, you all now must duel in a free for all and allow no survivors. There are no rules to uphold any honor.

Standing up, you pried Flotsam's body making him loosen the grip around your neck, and flung up the arm that Jetsam was anchored on.

Comically, the dangling eel slapped the camera sitting on the coffee table up from where it was and snap a photo.

"Jetsam! I swear if the camera is broken—" "Hey you're the one that flung me!"

Picking up the camera and looking it over you let out a breath of relief before checking out the film that came out

"Come here dear let me see..." Urusla spoke as you walked over.

Though slightly blurry, the photo featured all of you. You had a bright smile on your features as did your siblings who were smushed into you as fashionable accessories. In the background, Ursula sat elegantly admiring her children. And though she wasn't the center of the photo, she loved to see her children happy.

Were she were back in her grotto, this photo would have been displayed as one of her most prized possessions.

Jafar + Iago

It wasn't often he dreamt, but when he did, he dreamed big. He was Sultan of the Sands and the most powerful sorcerer of all with you as his heir by his side. Sure, Iago would be there too he supposes...

He would rule with an iron fist and bring about a Golden Age for his kingdom while tutoring you on the side, teaching you laws and ideals and the most powerful spells he knows. There would be all sorts of depictions of the two of you, mosaics, tapestries, poems, paintings, and perhaps even a few statues as well.

You would both be depicted as you should: powerful and intelligent... and Iagos there too he guesses...

So imagine his surprise when his favorite photo isn't a pretentious one at all.

When you first got your camera, he took pride in being photographed and always posed his very best, he wouldn't stand for any unsightly photos you may try to take. He would stand tall with Iago on his shoulder and staff in hand, evil and powerful. He would hate to be depicted as anything less.

As you set up the ghost camera on the stand, you start to take a few experimental photos as well as test out the timer function on it. Honesty it was thanks to Jafar it worked, his intuition and knowledge of technology were always remarkable.

"Any more trouble from that device, Yuu?" Jafar's voice snaps you out of focus as you turn to him standing in the common room, Iago perched where he usually was. "Nope not anymore, thank you Baba" you smile as you check out the camera again.

"Want to try and take a photo with me to test it out?" "If you mean one of those 'selfies' I will have to refuse!" "No, no, not like that I promise!"

Arching a brow and heaving a sigh Jafar relents. You get to work setting up the camera before running over to pose with them. You watched as the timer counted down... 4...3...2...

Suddenly, you throw yourself into Jafar in a deep hug as Iago squawks indignantly. The flash goes off. Sputtering for a moment as he takes a moment to adjust himself, he huffs. "What was the meaning of that Diamond?" Jafar snaps as he shoots you a glare. "Yeah that's the big deal?!" Iago cawed.

You smirked as you snagged the Polaroid out of the camera and aired it out with a few shakes before showing the pair.

The photo showed you pulling Jafar closer to you, holding onto and nuzzling into him dearly like a toddler would do their mother. He actually wore the slightest smile in the photo. Iago's wings were spread and for once he looked like the lively bird he was and not some villainous lackey.

"I have a lot of photos of Jafar and Iago, but none of my baba and my friend" You muttered holding the photo close to you. "But now I do, and don't worry it's for my eyes only... I would hate to ruin your image.

Jafar shuts his eyes for a moment, perhaps he was unintentionally and unknowingly strict. "No no, retake the photo, little one." He says as he holds your shoulder. "Let's take another photo as a family this time."

Jafar and Iago both sat on the rickety couch of Ramshackle as you set up the camera again before running back and sitting next to them. Iago hopped into your lap as you hugged the vizier. Jafar looked down at you both lovingly before wrapping his arms around you gently, allowing the camera to snap, and like that, his favorite photo of you was made.

Queen Grimhilde + The Raven

Ever since staying in Ramshackle, the Evil Queen would dream about being back home in her palace. She would walk down the halls of rooms and for a moment pretend the floors were stone and echoed with her steps and not creak under her weight. The walls were to be lined with intricate decor and tapestries along with art, and as she walks into your room to look at the mirror, she imagines it's her vanity where she would admire herself.

Raven stood on her shoulder preening her and she shut her eyes imagining the glory days when she ruled but this time she imagines herself with you at her side.

How you would sit on the stool in front of her vanity and look at yourself in the mirror as she clasps a necklace onto you after she finished dressing you up. How you would walk beside her amongst the guards and servants as she enters the throne room which used to have a lone throne but now has two.

How you would both sit regally as she deals with nobles and teach you how to rule with an iron fist and to be your worst possible self. How she would take you to her garden and poisons and teach you how to grow and use each one, later taking you into her study to practice your potionology.

You deserved much better than this place in her eyes, and once she gets her body back she will ensure you both rise to power once again. Even if you are currently living in a... less than ideal situation she will have you carry yourself with the same level of respect and pride she feels like you should have.

She shows you which plants can be used for hair and skin and makeup. She shows you how to embroider your clothes and sew. She shows you proper manners for everything as well— no child of hers will be taken for a slob. Your elegance hides your wild side and villainous upbringing well, only showing it to those who are worthy.

Her ghost sits across from you in the guest room, a glass of tea poured out for her in her honor though she can't drink from it. You finish up your latest piece as you push the needle through a few more times. Letting out a breath of relief, you tuck away the needle and hold out the new dress shirt you made in your preferred style. "Good work," she says approvingly as the Raven lets out a squawk, and you both continue to chat about your day.

The next day, you put on the shirt you worked so hard on, slipping on the right pants, shoes, and homemade accessories to match. Today, your mother decides to help you put on some light makeup, her ghost guiding your hands to apply foundation.

She then helps you put on your accessories and she is reminded of the fantasy she had the other day. "Thank you, Mama." You say smiling. "I guess this is my first official... complete outfit..." You didn't any decent clothes to start with since coming here, and even when you wore nicer things, you could never truly make it your own, you couldn't have your own style. Yet in the mirror you see all of your hard work put into sewing and saving, creating an outfit from your mother's love.

You look at yourself in the hand mirror you own as the Queen holds your face lovingly. "Shall we take a photo to commemorate the occasion?" You ask, smiling. "Ah yes, that ghost camera of yours can see me, can't it?"

You nod and begin to set the camera up. The Queen never cared for the photos it took, preferring the status symbol of oil paintings in her castle. As you stood next, she helped to pose you at the perfect angle, adjusting your posture and such as she stood beside you, hand on your head.

The photo came out, and it was as perfect as she would imagine it to be. Admiring it, she thinks back to getting her power again and her castle back, and for some reason, the first thing she imagines doing is to recreate this portrait with you, this time in paint, and the highest quality clothes you want.

Hades + Pain & Panic

His favorite photo of you? One where you look your best, one where you look powerful and strong and— oh wait his favorite photo of you?

When Hades found out the ghost camera can register him, he and his imps were over the moon. You best believe you had to make him look cool. (You gave in because Hades was never given the same respectable portraits compared to his family).

Every photo of him portraying him positively... touched my heart. He wasn't the unwanted brother or the laughing stock, outcasted and forgotten. He was Hades, God of the Underworld.

The imps also loved any photos of them taken positively, but they also didn't mind the funny ones too. Honestly, these two were absolute menaces with the camera, often stealing it and taking the worst photos of you.

Though you have some photos of yourself, or with your friends, none of them ever truly called out to Hades. He would simply see some as neat or use photos to lovingly bully you. Yet when he thought about it, all of his siblings seemed to always have some sort of art piece representing their children, he remembers Zeus and his insane amount of photos of his brat when he was born after all. He can't help but sort of desire one... but what?

For a good, while he can't help but look at all the photos you take and pay special attention to the ones that you were in— you best believe that if you have a photo with one of your friends he's gonna tease you for your "boyfriend".

As he goes through them he tries to find one that feels like it shows off his kid well, yet he can't. You look good in all of your photos, but you didn't feel like you. That's the one thing he's noticed since coming here. You couldn’t be your true self, you weren't allowed to bare your teeth and be truly free the way you should be.

Hades actually stews on this for a while silently, Pain and Panic bother him about it much to his chagrin. As the days went by Hades seemed to get more and more and more annoyed by your environment sucking the life out of you. Homework was annoying, Ramshackle sucked, and that damned crow bastard keeps dumping responsibility onto you! How is his kiddo supposed to shine like this?!

Recently, Crowley dumped another annoying task onto you— something stupid about looking into clumsy kids. You hated it but got Pain and Panic ready to help you as you went about interviewing victims and such. It was rotten work.

Maleficent + Diaval

Eventually, with your idiot squad, things picked up, and you came up with the idea of catching the perpetrator with your camera, as Crowley states he needs evidence. One thing led to another. Here we are in the Savanahclaw Dorm, facing the lion down face to face. Pain and Panic stood on either side of you as you stood your ground, stance widening to prepare for a fight.

And fight you did. Hades watched in absolute awe as you fought against the blot, rolling and sliding past attacks while seizing any opportunity to get a hit or to create an opening for your friends. Pain and Panic both helped, occasionally lashing at Leona to throw off his aim or providing your some healing and shielding with their shapeshifting abilities.

As the dust settled, and the sun rose higher in the sky, your silhouette stood amongst the rubble as you panted, fists still clenched. You had a powerful aura around you along with a steely gaze as you stared down at the lion beneath you. Panic suddenly pops up, ghost camera in hand as he snaps a photo. "How's that for proof?" he snickers alongside Pain as you finally relax.

The photo standing over your opponent had exactly what the other photos of you lacked. There was a fire in your eyes, a confident stance, and though dirt-covered and sweaty, you were unapologetically you in the moment. Not to mention badass.

Yet that wasn't the only reason Hades adored it. The image reminded of him Zeus' brat he despised. How that damned Hercules would be painted and shown off everywhere as a legend with his powerful stance, often standing over the slain monsters that Hades meticulously put together to defeat him.

And yet... here you were: A mirror image of him, a perfect foil. And unlike Hercules, you were still here and so was he. That brat failed to kill him. Through his child, he has won... Ha! Take that, Zeus! Just wait for round 2! This time, he won't fail.

Maleficent is also one who doesn't understand newer technology. She simply can't wrap her head around a device that makes portraits instantly without magic. After a bit of explanation from Diaval (who still doesn't know much), she simply accepts it.

Like Grimhilde, the Fae much prefers painted portraits, and often finds herself imagining how you would look in one every time she sees one of your "selfies".

The Fae Queen finds it endearing that you want to take photos of her and your dear uncle Diaval, trying your best to make some good memories in this miserable place. Even on your nightly walks together, you bring your camera with you to photograph the wildlife around you.

Seeing your features light up just by seeing the smallest bug makes her feel a strange sense of pride as if this proves you belong to her and the forest of the fae. She's glad to know that enjoys nature just as much as her.

Passing by a small pond, the three of you pause for a moment. Diaval, in his crow form, is happily perched onto your shoulder, nuzzling and preening you as you give him a few scratches and look up to the night sky above you. As your eyes reflect the stars, Maleficent is reminded of a fond memory.

You were a child at the time, to be honest, she couldn't tell you how old you were, at her age, all children start looking the same.

The fae was coming to terms with being a ghost— a ghost stuck inside a child no less— and she certainly did not appreciate it. How could such a pudgy and idiotic vessel possibly be worthy of the Mistress of All Evil?

She would sneer at the idea of growing attached to you. Even as your child self waved and smiles at her, she snarled in response, baring her fangs at you. To her surprise, you merely giggled. She wasn't amused.

No matter how many times she snapped and told you to go away, or order Diaval to distract you, you would always come back to her eventually. She just didn't get it, why do you like her so much?! Under the guise of not wasting her breath or energy, she stopped trying to distance herself from you, allowing your small baby hands to play with her cloak or touch her horns. You were a curious little beastie, weren't you?

She remembers watching you grow up little by little, watching your kid self play with Diaval as a crow and give each other affection, how she cast protection spells on you as you ran through the forest barefoot, cursing any sharp stones you may step on.

She remembers guiding you as you picked berries and copied the animals you saw. She remembers singing you lullabies and telling you stories of her home, hoping she could take you to it. Her warnings about trusting men.

She remembers how unequivocally she fell for the child that melted her heart, and how she assigned Diaval to you, making him promise to always watch out for you and to serve you as he did her.

And she especially remembers how you approached her with a scribbled-on, crumpled sheet of paper. You babbled as you held up the piece to her. Kneeling down with her usual stern expression, she examined the scribbles closer.

Crude lines depicted an all-black horned figure holding a staff in one hand, hand awkwardly stretched out to touch hands with the tiny figure in the middle. An attempt at a blackbird was drawn in the other outstretched hand of the child, its best open in a caw. All of the figures had clumsy smiles. Arrows pointed to all of the figures labeled 'Me' 'Malycent' and 'Diovl'

Diaval perched on Maleficent's shoulder, getting the best look he could before swooping in and nuzzling your kid self. As you laughed and giggled Maleficent allowed a small smile to grace her features as she watches you play.

To this day, she still has the piece of paper in her cloak, enchanted with the strongest protection spell she could do in her current state. In her mind, no other portrait than the one you drew could ever compare.

Perhaps one day when she rules from her thorny castle, she will have this art piece framed in her study, for her eyes only.

[zafirosreverie]

You should have loved me when I told you to (Grimhilde x M!Reader)

for @lovesickgirl-bp hope you like it!

a/n: I haven't write in a while, much less a male reader, so excuse the mistakes

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You always knew the queen was watching you, that there was something more in those green eyes that followed you everywhere, but you didn't know they were sending you to your doom.

You were just a peasant, a young man who was forced to work in the palace, to pay off your family's debts. The king hadn't really paid much attention to you, you were just another poor devil in his stables.

But she…she did see you.

Queen Grimhilde was undoubtedly beautiful, everyone in the kingdom knew it. There was absolutely no one who could even come close to her beauty, and she was proud as the eyes of the kingdom fell upon her. You should have been suspicious of the way the servants who had been in the palace for longer tried not to get too close.

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You didn't know when it started. To you, it was just another day in the stables, you shouldn't even be able to converse with the queen. But there she was, when you were alone. She was kind, warm, and completely different from the stories of the cold, ruthless queen you'd heard.

She even asked you about your family, your home, if you missed them and how big was your debt, how much time you had left to work for the palace. All the signs were there, but you were naive and thought they were harmless questions. You didn't notice the way those green eyes seemed to shine with something dangerously close to obsession.

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It didn't take you long to realize that you had her favor. It wasn't something to take lightly, of course, but it was comforting to know that, at least, you had your place secured in the palace…as long as queen Grimhilde protected you. After all, not even the king dared to contradict her.

But being the queen's favorite brought you a lot of trouble too. Many servants were furious that your workloads were less than theirs, and tried to make you look bad in front of the queen. But she seemed to excuse each and every one of your mistakes, no matter how small or big.

It wasn't until later that even the king began to hate you, and it was only then that you sensed that your life might be on the line.

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You didn't know what to expect when the queen called you into her chambers, thinking you were in trouble, or that her apparent patience with you had finally run out.

Yet you froze when, finding yourself alone and away from prying eyes and ears, the beautiful, imposing woman had confessed her affections to you. She had you cornered against the wall, her green eyes shining with an affection no one had ever known in her before, and she almost seemed like a different person, more human, more vulnerable, when she asked you to be her lover.

There was something in the way she pleaded with you, something deep and undeniable, that for a moment, you were about to agree, overwhelmed by how deeply she truly seemed to love you.

But you couldn't. You were just a poor boy condemned to pay the debts your family had incurred since even before you were born, and she was the queen. You shouldn't even be worthy of being in her presence, much less allowing yourself to be the object of her passions. Not to mention the certain death that awaited you both if the king found out.

So, with a heavy heart and a deep sense of regret, you rejected her. At the time, you thought you were doing the right thing, that you were protecting her as much as you were protecting yourself. You should have noticed the way her green eyes darkened as you left her chambers.

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The rumor began, as it often does, in the lowest echelons of the palace. Among the slaves, servants, cooks, and ladies, the idea began to circulate that you were, in fact, the beautiful queen's lover, since there was no other reason for her to favor you so much.

The lie even reached the ears of the king, and he soon had you arrested and taken to the dungeons, and queen Grimhilde, this time, didn't try to defend you. You didn't know what was going on, you were innocent, but no one believed you. No one, except her.

The sweet little princess, the tender Snow White. As beautiful as the late queen, but with an untouchable innocence and purity, typical of childhood. It was no secret that Queen Grimhilde had no affection for her predecessor's daughter, although she was not necessarily cruel to the child either. She was simply indifferent to her.

Therefore, the princess usually wandered alone around the castle, with a father who was too busy and a stepmother who pretended to be oblivious to her existence. Perhaps it should not have surprised you so much that, on one of her little walks through the palace's nooks and crannies, the princess had found the door to the dungeon, and with it, to your cell.

Snow White, bless her soul, did not seem to have the slightest notion of malice, so the idea that her own father had locked up a young boy, without the right to food and water, seemed impossible to her little mind.

She kept you company for a long time, before sneaking off to get some bread and water from the kitchen and bring it to you. At that moment, it seemed to you that she was, truly, an angel.

And so, as the days went by, the sweet princess took to visiting you daily, always bringing a little food and something to drink, and telling you everything that was happening outside. It was from her that you learned that the king had fallen ill, and that Queen Grimhilde would not allow anyone else into his chambers, not even the court doctors.

At another time, it would have seemed to you an act of love and devotion from a wife worried about her bedridden husband. However, knowing how she had asked you to be her lover, you knre she really had no love for the king.

Also, there was something about the way Snow White told it to you, an underlying danger that even the innocent girl didn't seem to realize, so deep down, you suspected there was something more to the queen's insistence on being the only one to attend to the king.

You had a bad feeling about it.

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A month after you had been locked away, the news of the king's passing finally came. It wasn't really a surprise, but the way the now widowed queen behaved, cold, emotionless, and without the slightest hint of pain or empathy for the princess, shook the entire kingdom.

Without a husband to submit to, or a son to inherit the throne, Queen Grimhilde quickly took the reins and protected the power that now belonged to her, at least until the princess was old enough to rule. Although, deep down, you knew that she would not let Snow White take the throne, ever.

You wished you could do something for the sweet girl, protect her, take her away from the kingdom, away from the beautiful but dangerous demon that ruled the place now. But you couldn't do anything, not while you were behind those damned iron bars.

So you contented yourself with listening to her and offering small words of comfort, and occasionally taking her small hand through the bars. Snow White had told you that you were her only friend, because the rest of the castle staff feared the queen so much that they avoided the princess so as not to anger her.

Your heart ached for the innocent girl who had been blameless, and you promised her that as long as you lived, you would be her friend, that you would be there to listen to her.

How foolish of you to believe that the queen didn't have ears everywhere.

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You never really expected to see Grimhilde again, and you had grown so accustomed to the princess's visits that when the dungeon door opened, you didn't even bother to look up.

"Bread and water, your highness?" you had asked, as always.

"Something better" an icy, cruel voice answered you.

You jumped to your feet and stared in horror at the woman standing outside your cell. The queen was just as beautiful as you remembered, but with a much more powerful, imposing, and dark aura that made your heart clench in fear.

"Your grace" you stammered.

"Silence!" She cut you off as she opened the door to your cell.

There were no guards with her, but somehow, that only made you more nervous. Instead of ushering you out, the queen entered your prison, her gaze filled with hatred and resentment, but with a veil of sadness and pain beneath. It took you by surprise.

"You're an idiot" she said "we could have been happy together, you could have ruled by my side."

You couldn't answer, only back away until your back hit the wall. You were at the mercy of the same woman, the same demon, who had an entire kingdom under her relentless yoke.

"I got rid of him so I could be with you, and how did you repay me?!" she yelled "by being friends with the plague he left behind!"

Your heart stopped for a second. You had suspected it from the moment Snow White told you the king was sick, but hearing her admit that she had been responsible for his death, for you no less, made your blood run cold as you saw there were no limits for this woman.

"Your Majesty-"

"Shut up!"

Her elegant, well-manicured hands felt cold on your skin as she grabbed your face tightly, forcing you to look into her eyes. Those beautiful yet dangerous green eyes that followed you even in your dreams, giving you no respite or rest.

"You should have loved me when I told you to" she said darkly, pulling a vial from her clothes "now you'll have to watch your family, your precious Snow White, cry for you…without being able to do anything."

You didn't know what she meant, and she didn't give you time to ask or beg. She forced you to swallow the liquid in the bottle before letting go and looking at you with hatred and a hint of satisfaction.

The transformation was painful, very painful. You felt the liquid burn your throat, your insides twist and catch fire. You felt your bones creak painfully as they shrank and rearranged and your skin cracked as feathers sprouted from it.

You screamed, screamed a lot and from the bottom of your being, but you knew that only she could hear you, and your screams, which soon turned into croaks, seemed to be music to her ears.

The queen didn't even bother to put you in a cage, she simply smiled cruelly and left. After all, where could you have gone? Now, transformed into a raven, you couldn't do anything, you couldn't go back home, nor did you know how to defend yourself in the wild, really, she had locked you up more than you already were, because now, you wouldn't even have the comfort of talking to the sweet princess, the one who would believe that you had escaped and abandoned her.

You really had been stupid. You should have run away from the moment those damned green eyes had first set on you.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Imagine;

Being a servant girl under the Evil Queen's order. You're only a peasant- less then that, you're a maid. You're not free in the slightest.

But regularly, you dream~ ^^

The Queen throws gorgeous royal balls every now and then and you always find yourself staying awake until everyone is gone- and the ballroom is dark and baron, the only light inside coming in from the moon and stars outside. Then you like to dance, closing your eyes and imagining away your old servants rags into gorgeous glittering dresses (A new colour, a new material, a new style every night) and making up a prince with the most beautiful green eyes to dance with you.

One night, inside the room where the flowers are strung up over the ceiling and are lit up in white moonlight, and the deafening silence despite the violins playing music in imagination, you open your eyes not to see a prince- but the Queen standing in the room with you watching your made-up dalliances in her palace.

You startle, eyes wide, and you try to apologise- horrified and meek as that apology is flying from your lips.

... I've been dancing with stupid men all night, whoever-you-are.

I can't dance with pretty young ladies at my balls, unfortunately. As much as I'd like to.

... but here you are. A young lady all alone, dancing so gracefully, and pretty- even as filthy, as you are.

Take my hand, servant girl. Come. Now.

[herstoryheaven]

Descendants Evie x Reader: Charming Lies, True Hearts

Prompt: Evie x fem!reader enemies to lovers? maybe they’re roommates at auradon prep and they just really can’t stand eachother but there’s lowkey a lot of tension there and they end up kissing??? idk I’m just a sucker for enemies to lovers and also evie so.

Reader: Female

Word count: 4417

Average reading time: 16 min 5 sec

Category: Hurt/Comfort 

Warnings: None

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Disclaimer: All events portrayed in my stories are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events is purely coincidental. Any actions or behaviours portrayed by the characters may differ from reality and cannot be connected to any actual person. This work is purely fictional and intended for entertainment purposes only.

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Auradon Prep was supposed to be perfect, but Y/n Charming had learned long ago that even fairy tales had their share of complications. The picturesque towers, the neatly trimmed gardens, and the glittering gowns were all a part of her everyday life. As the daughter of Prince Charming and Cinderella, she had grown up surrounded by the ideals of chivalry and grace, but nothing in her upbringing had prepared her for the chaos that came with the four new transfer students from the Isle of the Lost.

Y/n stood by the grand entrance of Auradon Prep, together with her twin brother Chad, and watched as Mal, Evie, Jay, and Carlos stepped out of the limousine. Chad, as usual, was preoccupied with his reflection in a hand mirror, checking that every blond strand was perfectly in place. Y/n rolled her eyes. ‘Of course, he was more interested in his hair than the newcomers. Typical Chad.’

But Y/n’s attention was immediately drawn to Evie, the blue-haired daughter of the Evil Queen, who stepped out right after Mal, with an air of regal confidence that almost rivaled her own. Evie’s deep blue hair framed her face perfectly, and her lips were painted a bold red that made her look both enchanting and mysterious. Y/n’s heart skipped a beat, a reaction that she instantly dismissed as annoyance. ‘She will be just like her mother, obsessed with finding a prince and crown.’

“Welcome to Auradon Prep!” Ben’s voice rang out as he greeted the Isle kids with a warm smile. The Prince of Auradon was as princely as they came, handsome, kind, and idealistic. Y/n respected him, but she couldn’t help feeling skeptical about this entire experiment. Bringing villains’ children into Auradon? What was he thinking?

As introductions were made, Y/n noticed Evie’s gaze lingering on Chad. She didn’t miss the way Evie’s smile widened as her eyes raked over her twin brother, who was still engrossed in his mirror. ‘Of course, she’d set her sights on Chad, prince Charming. How predictable.’

Y/n’s lips pressed into a thin line as the knot of annoyance in her stomach tightened. ‘Doesn’t she have any sense, any selfrespect? My brother? Really?’

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The day went on with the usual bustle of new students settling in, and Y/n soon found herself in her dormitory, unpacking some new dresses her mother had sent her from the royal palace. The room was her space to hide when the royal life became a bit too much to handle, a space she had cherished for its isolation. But that was before she learned that she would no longer have it to herself.

“Y/n.” Ben called out as he entered her room. Y/n looked up, already dreading the words that would follow.

“Hi, Ben. What’s up?” she asked, trying to sound cheerful despite the sinking feeling in her chest.

“I need to talk to you about your rooming situation.” he started, his tone apologetic. “We’re a bit short on space with the new arrivals, and I was hoping you wouldn’t mind sharing your room with Mal and Evie.”

Y/n’s jaw tightened, but she forced a smile. “Of course. I understand.”

“Great! I knew I could count on you.” Ben said, clearly relieved. “They should be here any minute to settle in.”

The door barely closed behind him when Mal and Evie walked in, Evie’s luggage trailing behind her like a royal entourage. Y/n immediately noticed that Evie had already put on her most charming smile, the one that had undoubtedly been used to manipulate countless others. Mal, on the other hand, exuded a quiet confidence, her eyes scanning the room with a calculating sharpness that made Y/n’s skin prickle. This wasn’t just any ordinary duo—they were the daughters of some of the most infamous villains in history, and their presence was impossible to ignore.

“Hi, roomie!” Evie chirped, her voice sweet enough to rot teeth. “I hope we’ll get along just splendidly.”

Y/n turned away to hide her grimace. “Yeah, sure. Just keep your stuff on your side, and we’ll be fine.”

Mal’s eyes flickered between the two girls, sensing the tension almost immediately. She leaned casually against the wall, crossing her arms over her chest as if she were settling in to watch a show. “Nice place.” she commented, her voice dripping with amusement. “It’s almost as cozy as a dungeon.”

Evie’s eyes scanned the room, settling on Chad’s portrait hanging by Y/n’s bedside. “Oh, that’s a lovely picture of Chad.” she mused, stepping closer to get a better look. “He really is as handsome as the stories say.”

Y/n’s hands balled into fists. ‘Oh, for the love of—does she ever stop?’ “You know, there’s more to Auradon than just chasing after princes.” Y/n said, trying to keep her voice even, but the edge in her tone was unmistakable.

Evie turned to face her, a small smirk playing on her lips. “Who says I’m just chasing after princes? But if I were, who could blame me? He’s perfection.”

Mal raised an eyebrow, clearly entertained by the exchange. “Perfection, huh? I didn’t think perfection was your type, Evie.”

Evie shrugged, her smile never faltering. “It’s not about perfection, Mal. It’s about potential.”

The casual way Evie dismissed the gravity of the situation only fueled Y/n’s anger. The thought of this girl, this daughter of a villain, trying to sink her claws into Chad, was infuriating. ‘How can she not see how ridiculous she’s being?’

“You might want to reconsider,” Y/n said, her voice sharper than she intended. “Chad isn’t as Charming as you might think he is. He is a first-class manipulator, using girls for his own benefit.”

The words were out before Y/n could stop them, and the room fell into a stunned silence. Evie’s eyes widened, her expression unreadable as she processed Y/n’s outburst. For a moment, Y/n regretted saying anything, but the thought of Evie pursuing Chad had clouded her judgment.

Mal let out a low whistle, her eyes flicking between Evie and Y/n with newfound interest. “Well, this just got interesting.”

Evie finally spoke, her voice calm but laced with an undercurrent of something darker. “You know, Y/n, it’s funny how you seem to know so much about Chad’s flaws. Almost like you’ve had some personal experience with them.”

Y/n’s heart skipped a beat, her mind racing to formulate a response. She hadn’t expected Evie to turn the tables so quickly. But this was no time to back down. She took a deep breath, steadying herself before she spoke.

“That’s because Chad is my twin brother.” Y/n said, her voice firm. “That’s how I know exactly what he’s like. I’ve seen it all firsthand, every sweet word, every charming smile, every single time he’s played someone to get what he wants. And trust me, Evie, you don’t want to be the next one to get her heart broken by prince charming.”

The room fell into a thick, tense silence as Evie processed this new information. Her smirk faltered for just a moment, her eyes narrowing as she reassessed Y/n. Mal, too, seemed caught off guard, her cocky grin slipping as she regarded Y/n with a new level of respect or perhaps wariness.

Evie’s smile returned, but it was colder this time, devoid of the warmth it had feigned earlier. “We’ll see, won’t we?” she said, her voice dangerously sweet. “Maybe I’ll surprise you.”

Mal pushed off the wall, a wicked grin spreading across her face. “This is going to be so much fun,” she said, her tone laced with dark excitement.

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The days following the confrontation in Y/n's dorm room were tense and filled with a thick atmosphere of unspoken rivalry. Evie had become more determined than ever to prove Y/n wrong, throwing herself into her pursuit of Chad with an intensity that made Y/n’s stomach churn. Mal, ever the instigator, watched the unfolding drama with an amused smirk, offering her support to Evie in ways that only fueled the flames.

Evie’s efforts didn’t go unnoticed. Chad, with his easy smile and princely charm, seemed to take to Evie’s attention like a moth to a flame. He invited her to study sessions, complimented her on her designs, and even started seeking her out during free periods. To anyone looking in from the outside, it might have seemed like the perfect fairy tale. Evie, the beautiful, talented daughter of the Evil Queen, winning the heart of Auradon’s golden boy.

But Y/n knew better.

She saw the way Chad’s eyes glazed over when Evie gushed about her latest fashion project. She noticed how he barely touched the homemade lunches Evie lavished upon him, and how he only truly seemed interested when the conversation turned to something he could gain from. The longer it went on, the more Y/n’s heart ached for Evie, despite their rocky start. Evie, for all her faults, genuinely believed she was getting what her mother had always told her. A prince, a crown, a future, validation of her worth. But Chad wasn’t interested in any of that. He was interested in one thing only: what Evie could do for him.

One afternoon, Y/n found herself in the library, trying to focus on her own homework when she overheard a familiar voice.

“Evie, you’re such a lifesaver,” Chad said, his tone dripping with feigned gratitude. “I don’t know how I’d get through all this without you.”

Y/n peeked around the corner of a bookshelf to see Chad leaning casually against a table, his signature smirk plastered on his face. Evie sat across from him, her face glowing with pride as she handed him a neatly organized stack of papers.

“Oh, it’s no problem at all,” Evie replied, her voice full of warmth. “I’m happy to help.”

Chad glanced over the papers, not even pretending to read them. “You’re amazing,” he said, flashing her a grin that Y/n had seen countless times before. It was the same grin that had melted hearts all over Auradon, and the same grin he used to get what he wanted. “I don’t know how I got so lucky.”

Evie blushed, ducking her head shyly. “You don’t have to say that, Chad.”

“No, I mean it,” Chad insisted, leaning in closer. “You’ve been incredible, Evie. I’m so glad we’re spending more time together.”

Y/n’s stomach turned as she watched the scene unfold. She could see the hope in Evie’s eyes, the belief that she was finally getting the prince she’d always dreamed of. But Y/n also saw the way Chad’s smile never reached his eyes, the way he pocketed the papers with a careless flick of his wrist before turning his attention back to his phone, clearly more interested in the latest social media update than in Evie.

It was sickening.

Chad played his part well, though. Over the next few weeks, he continued to reel Evie in with sweet words and hollow compliments, always careful to keep her hooked just enough to ensure she’d do his homework, help him study for tests, and provide a steady stream of the answers and resources he needed to maintain his grades.

But as much as it pained Y/n to see, she couldn’t interfere, not yet. She needed Evie to see Chad for who he really was, to realize that her so-called “prince” was nothing more than a shallow manipulator who saw her as a means to an end.

The opportunity came sooner than she expected.

It was a Friday afternoon, and Y/n had just finished her last class when she noticed Evie sitting alone in one of the courtyard gazebos, her usually vibrant expression clouded with worry. Y/n hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to approach her. The memory of their tense exchange in their dorm still lingered, but something about the way Evie sat there, her shoulders hunched and her fingers twisting nervously in her lap, convinced Y/n to act.

“Evie.” Y/n said softly as she approached, careful not to startle her.

Evie looked up, surprise flashing in her eyes before she quickly masked it with a forced smile. “Oh, hey, Y/n. What’s up?”

Y/n sat down next to her, the words heavy on her tongue. “I saw you with Chad earlier.” she began, trying to keep her voice gentle. “You seemed… happy.”

Evie’s smile faltered. “Yeah, well… Chad’s been really nice to me lately. He even said he might take me to the next royal ball.”

Y/n felt a pang in her chest, knowing exactly where this was heading. “Evie, I—”

“I know what you’re going to say.” Evie interrupted, her voice suddenly defensive. “You’re going to tell me I’m being used. That Chad doesn’t care about me. But you’re wrong, Y/n. You don’t know him like I do.”

“Evie, I do know him.” Y/n said firmly, her voice tinged with urgency. “He’s my brother. I’ve seen him do this before, he pretends to care just enough to get what he wants, but he never really does. You’re smarter than this, Evie. You have to see that.”

For a moment, Evie didn’t respond. She stared down at her hands, her expression conflicted. Y/n could see the war waging in her mind, the struggle between wanting to believe in the fairy tale and facing the harsh reality.

Finally, Evie spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. “He told me he loves me, Y/n. That I’m different from all the other girls.”

Y/n’s heart broke a little at the vulnerability in Evie’s voice. “That’s what he always says.” she said softly. “He knows exactly what to say to make someone feel special. But, Evie… he’s using you. I’ve heard him bragging to his friends about how easy it is to get you to do his homework. He doesn’t care about you, he cares about what you can do for him.”

Evie’s eyes welled up with tears, her lip trembling as she tried to keep her composure. “But… I thought…”

Y/n reached out, placing a hand on Evie’s arm. “You deserve better than this, Evie. You’re talented, smart, and kind. Don’t let him make you feel like you need to prove your worth by doing his work. You don’t need Chad or any prince to validate you.”

For a long moment, Evie sat in silence, her emotions swirling in her eyes. Y/n could see the realization dawning on her, the painful truth sinking in. Finally, Evie let out a shaky breath, wiping away the tears that had begun to spill down her cheeks.

“I just wanted to make my mom proud.” Evie admitted, her voice breaking. “She always told me I needed to find a prince… that it was the only way to prove I was worth something.”

Y/n squeezed her arm gently. “Your worth isn’t defined by some prince, Evie. You’re amazing all on your own. You are so smart and look at how far you’ve come since you got here. You even are about to launch your own clothing brand. And you did all of it without a prince, just being you is enough Evie.”

Evie looked at Y/n, a mix of gratitude and sorrow in her eyes. “Thank you, Y/n.” she whispered, her voice filled with sincerity. “I’m sorry for… everything.”

Y/n gave her a small, reassuring smile. “It’s okay. We’ve all made mistakes. The important thing is what you do next.”

Evie nodded, determination slowly replacing the sadness in her expression. “You’re right. I’m not going to let him use me anymore.”

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The atmosphere between Y/n and Evie shifted in the days following their heartfelt conversation in the courtyard. A tentative truce had formed, replacing the tension that once defined their interactions. But there was something more, something unspoken lingering between them, a connection that neither of them had expected.

Evie had kept her word. She distanced herself from Chad, focusing instead on her own studies and projects. Y/n noticed the change immediately, how Evie seemed more at ease, more confident in her own skin. It was as if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders, allowing her true self to shine through.

The first time Y/n caught Evie looking at her, really looking at her, she felt her heart skip a beat. Evie’s gaze was intense, filled with something deeper than the casual glances they’d exchanged before. Y/n tried to dismiss it, telling herself it was nothing, but the flutter in her chest betrayed her.

One evening, as they sat in their dorm room, Evie working on a new dress design and Y/n pretending to study, the tension between them grew impossible to ignore. The silence was comfortable, but there was an electric undercurrent that neither could deny.

Evie was the first to break it. She set down her sketchpad and turned to Y/n, her blue eyes shimmering with a mixture of determination and something softer, something that made Y/n’s breath catch.

“Y/n,” Evie began, her voice gentle yet firm. “I’ve been thinking a lot… about everything that’s happened. About us.”

Y/n looked up from her textbook, her heart suddenly pounding. “Us?”

Evie smiled, a soft, almost shy smile that Y/n hadn’t seen before. “Yes, us. You’ve been so kind to me, even when I didn’t deserve it. You made me realize that I don’t need to chase after some prince to find my worth. And… I’ve realized something else, too.”

Y/n swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry. “What’s that?”

Evie leaned in closer, her gaze never leaving Y/n’s. “I don’t want a prince. I never did, not really. What I want… what I’ve wanted all along… is someone who sees me for who I am, someone who challenges me, who makes me want to be better. Someone who’s not afraid to call me out when I’m being ridiculous, but who also believes in me, even when I don’t believe in myself.”

Y/n felt her pulse quicken as Evie’s words sank in. There was no mistaking the intent behind them, the way Evie’s eyes flicked to her lips before meeting her gaze again. “Evie, I…”

Evie didn’t let her finish. With a boldness that took Y/n’s breath away, she closed the distance between them, her lips brushing against Y/n’s in a kiss that was soft, tentative, but filled with so much emotion that it made Y/n’s head spin.

For a moment, Y/n was too stunned to react. But then she melted into the kiss, her hands instinctively reaching up to cup Evie’s face. The kiss deepened, and Y/n felt a warmth spread through her chest, a sensation that was both exhilarating and terrifying in its intensity.

When they finally broke apart, both girls were breathless, their foreheads resting against each other’s. Evie’s eyes sparkled with mischief, a smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth. “I told you I can get what I want and what I want is this incredible good looking, kind hearted, brave princess charming.” she murmured, her voice filled with playful confidence.

Y/n let out a shaky laugh, her heart swelling with something she hadn’t fully realized until this moment. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

Evie grinned, a teasing glint in her eyes. “You love it.”

And Y/n couldn’t deny it. She did love it, loved the way Evie made her feel, loved the way their banter had transformed into something deeper, something that made her heart race and her thoughts scatter. “Maybe I do.” she admitted, her voice soft.

Evie’s smile softened, her hand gently caressing Y/n’s cheek. “Goo.,” she whispered. “Because I’m falling for you, Y/n. And I want to see where this goes, if you’re willing.”

Y/n’s heart soared at Evie’s confession. She didn’t have to think twice. “I’m willing.” she replied, her voice steady and sure.

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A view days into their blossoming relationship, Evie approached Y/n with a sparkle in her eye and an air of excitement that immediately caught Y/n’s attention. They were sitting together in the dorm room, enjoying a quiet afternoon when Evie suddenly hopped off her bed, rummaging through her closet with a grin.

“What are you up to?” Y/n asked, curious but already feeling a flutter of anticipation.

Evie glanced back at her, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Well, since we have our first official date tonight, I wanted to surprise you with something special.”

Y/n tilted her head, intrigued. “A surprise?”

Evie nodded, pulling out a garment bag and laying it carefully on her bed. “I’ve been working on something, and I think you’ll like it.”

With a teasing smile, Evie unzipped the bag to reveal a stunning dress, the likes of which Y/n had never seen before. The fabric was a soft, light shade of blue that shimmered faintly in the light, with delicate silver embroidery tracing intricate patterns along the bodice. The design was elegant yet simple, with a fitted waist and a flowing skirt that promised to swirl gracefully with every movement.

Y/n’s breath caught in her throat as she stared at the dress, her heart skipping a beat. “Evie… did you make this?”

Evie’s smile widened, a mixture of pride and nervousness in her expression. “I did. I wanted to make something just for you, something that would make you feel as special as you make me feel.”

Y/n was speechless for a moment, overwhelmed by the thoughtfulness behind the gesture. She reached out to touch the fabric, marveling at its softness. “It’s beautiful, Evie. I don’t even know what to say.”

Evie stepped closer, her eyes twinkling with affection. “Say you’ll wear it tonight. I want to see you in it.”

Y/n looked up at her, a warm blush spreading across her cheeks. “Of course I will,” she said softly, unable to hide the emotion in her voice. “Thank you.”

Evie beamed, her excitement contagious. “Perfect! Now, let’s get you dressed. I want everything to be just right.”

Y/n laughed, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement as Evie led her to the mirror. With gentle hands, Evie helped Y/n into the dress, carefully smoothing the fabric and adjusting the straps. As Y/n looked at herself in the mirror, she barely recognized the person staring back at her. The dress fit her perfectly, accentuating her figure in all the right places, and the color brought out the warmth in her eyes.

“You look stunning,” Evie whispered, her voice filled with awe as she stood behind Y/n, her hands resting on her shoulders. Their eyes met in the mirror, and Y/n felt her heart swell with love for the girl standing beside her.

“Evie, I… I don’t know what to say,” Y/n murmured. “This is the most beautiful thing anyone’s ever done for me.”

Evie’s expression softened, her hands sliding down to rest on Y/n’s waist. She leaned in, pressing a tender kiss behind Y/n’s ear, her lips lingering there for a moment. “You don’t have to say anything,” Evie whispered against her skin, her voice gentle and reassuring. “Just let me spoil you a little tonight, okay?”

Y/n smiled, turning around, leaning in to press a soft kiss to Evie’s lips. “I’m already spoiled just by being with you.”

Evie blushed at the compliment, but there was a glint of playful determination in her eyes as she stepped back, giving Y/n one last look-over. “Well, tonight is about making sure you feel as amazing as you are.”

Just then, the door to the dorm room swung open with a confident flourish, and Mal strolled in with a smirk that conveyed both satisfaction and a touch of amusement. “Looks like I’m just in time,” Mal said, her eyes dancing with a knowing glint. “You two look adorable. Is it date night already?”

Evie turned, her face lighting up with a mixture of surprise and annoyance. “Mal! We were just about to head out. Can’t you see we’re in the middle of something here?”

Mal’s smirk widened as she leaned casually against the doorframe. “Oh, I can see that. And it’s about time you two made things official. Enjoy your evening; it looks like it’s going to be a memorable one.”

Y/n and Evie exchanged a glance, both laughing softly at Mal’s timing. With a final glance and a reassuring squeeze of Y/n’s hand, Evie led her toward the door. Mal watched them leave, her smirk giving way to a genuine smile as she admired the love and joy radiating from the couple.

Y/n found herself walking through the gardens of Auradon Prep, the night air cool against her skin, but the warmth of Evie’s hand in hers keeping her heart racing. Evie had arranged for a private picnic beneath the stars, complete with twinkling fairy lights and a spread of all their favorite foods. The setting was magical, straight out of a fairy tale, and Y/n couldn’t help but marvel at the lengths Evie had gone to make the evening perfect.

As they settled on the blanket, surrounded by soft pillows and the gentle glow of the lights, Y/n couldn’t take her eyes off Evie. She looked radiant, her own dress a deep shade of sapphire blue that complimented beautifully with Y/n’s light blue. They sat close, their fingers intertwined, and Y/n felt a wave of gratitude wash over her, grateful for this moment, for this girl who had changed everything.

“You’ve really outdone yourself.” Y/n said softly, her voice filled with affection. “This is the most romantic thing I’ve ever experienced.”

Evie smiled, leaning in closer. “I wanted it to be special, just like you.” She paused, her eyes glinting with a playful edge. “And I told you Y/n, I always get what I want.”

Y/n chuckled, remembering their first meeting and the way Evie had exuded confidence even then. “And what do you want, Evie?”

Evie’s gaze softened, her thumb gently brushing over Y/n’s knuckles. “My very own princess charming” she said simply, her voice filled with sincerity. “I want you, Y/n. And I’m going to make sure you never forget how much you mean to me.”

Y/n’s breath hitched at the words, a smile tugging at her lips. “You’ve already done that,” she whispered, leaning in to close the distance between them. Their lips met in a kiss that was slow and tender, filled with all the emotions they’d been carrying.

As the night went on, they talked, laughed, and shared stories under the stars, wrapped up in each other and the magic of the moment. It was the beginning of something beautiful, something neither of them had expected but both were eager to explore.

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[callmekenya]

Descendants Masterlist

Maleficent “Mal” Bertha

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Dating Mal would include..

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Benjamin “Ben” Florian

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Audrey Rose

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Harry Hook

What you enjoy doing together

Uma

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Jay

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[starlight-court-dreamer]

THE WOLF OF SNOW - CAPÍTULO 2| Ben Florian x OC

Casal: King Benjamin Florian x Nyaxia Badwolf (OC)

Nyx seguiu o pai até o seu escritório. Suas têmporas começaram a latejar indicando o início de uma dor de cabeça infernal, a rapidez com que ele se movia só aumentava a dor em sua cabeça.

O pai apenas a olhava com cara de paisagem. Totalmente desprovido de qualquer emoção. Na verdade, ela pensou ter visto o resquício de emoção que havia nele desaparecer no instante em que os olhares se cruzaram. Como se a mera chegada dela tivesse acabado com todas as suas emoções.

Ou eu estou muito ferrada ou aquela lagartixa roxa ridícula fez algo realmente ruim.

Ela abriu a boca para dizer isso, mas o pai já havia cruzado o escritório e parou em frente às grandes portas de madeira que davam para a varanda e as abriu, indicando que ela passasse à sua frente. Puxando seus cabelos longos em uma rabo de cavalo improvisado, Nyx deu um passo à frente, encostando-se ao parapeito da porta, sentindo o frio da manhã na pele.

O sol nunca aparecia na Ilha dos Perdidos. Grandes nuvens acinzentadas cobriam todo o espaço aéreo do local e impediam que qualquer raio solar chegassem até os moradores. Devido a isso, cultivar qualquer alimento era praticamente impossível, e os moradores da ilha dependiam quase que exclusivamente da bondade e compaixão do povo de Auradon. Além disso, as baixas temperaturas e a escuridão quase que completa influenciavam para dar um toque sombrio e ameaçador à Ilha dos Perdidos.

– Você está perdendo a vista – disse o pai, com uma voz baixa e rouca que fez sua cabeça formigar, como o tamborilar da chuva do telhado.

– Eu sei como é a Ilha dos Perdidos – respondeu ela em tom seco, e então cruzou os braços na altura dos seios. Nyx estava certa, não importava onde ela estava, as imagens das ruas lotadas de lixo e vilões sujos eram nítidas em sua mente. Ela havia crescido ali, em meio aos ladrões e bandidos, correndo por todas aquelas ruas imundas e fétidas. Prédios com aparência de abandonados cobriam a área que rodeava a mansão, uma névoa gélida era encontrada espalhando-se pela região.

Ao longe, quase no centro da ilha, era possível ver o castelo horroroso onde a Lagartixa mãe e a Lagartixa filha moravam junto aos seus amiguinhos ridículos. Se olhasse para leste, poderia ver as docas onde o Capitão Gancho, Úrsula e Morgana, sua irmã, dominavam, se apertasse bem os olhos poderia ver até as velas do navio comandado por sua melhor amiga, Uma, a filha da Bruxa do Mar.

– Eu queria te afastar de ouvidos indiscretos. É um assunto muito sério.

Algo na postura dele, com o vento fazendo sua capa preta esvoaçar, fez Nyx ter um forte pressentimento.

– Tá, antes que você venha com todo esse papo de Lorde das Trevas para cima de mim, eu não matei ninguém e eu não explodi nada nas últimas vinte e quatro horas. Estive com Uma, Harry e Gil desde ontem de manhã.

Dava para sentir aquela terrível avalanche de palavras que lhe escapava toda vez que ela estava nervosa ou havia um silêncio indesejável. Normalmente, Nyx conseguia controlar esse impulso após anos de treino, mas seu pai conseguia tirar o pior dela, então ela continuou:

– Talvez eu tenha quebrado alguns ossos de alguns misóginos e abusadores de crianças. Mas eles mereceram – Agora, ela gesticulava descontroladamente, como se estivesse tentando voar.

O que tornou a situação pior foi perceber que seu pai estava se esforçando muito mal, diga-se de passagem, para não ria dela.

Uma pessoa controlada pararia de falar ao ver aquela expressão no rosto do Lobo Mau, mas Nyx não era tão controlada assim. Quer dizer, Nyx era controlada, mas parecia que o cérebro e a boca não estavam conectados. E isso sempre acontecia na presença do pai.

– E talvez, sem o meu envolvimento, é claro, as sobrancelhas da bruxa, verruguenta e obcecada por maçãs, tenham sido queimadas novamente.

Os olhos do pai brilharam e a Nyx viu algo ardendo ali, só por um momento, antes de se fecharem de novo. Ele limpou a garganta e coçou a nunca, parecendo meio irritado meio orgulhoso.

Vê-lo perder qualquer resquício de sua impecável compostura dava a Nyx uma satisfação imensa. Não era sempre que o Grande Lobo Mau saia do seu personagem impecável e superior.

– Não me importo com as suas travessuras junto aos seus amigos piratas, filhote. – O pai revirou os olhos e apoiou as mãos em cada lado dos pilares de pedra. Nyx sabia que daria para ver seus ombros e costas tensos, não fosse pela capa.

A Morada da Lua, como era chamada pelos outros cidadãos da Ilha o lugar onde morava, era uma verdadeira fortaleza. Os homens de seu pai eram vistos circulando pelo perímetro. Todos eram fieis a sua família, de uma forma ou outra.

Seu pai tinha mantido a maioria das alianças de antes do seu confinamento na Ilha. Capitão Gancho, Sr. Smee, Yzma, Hades, Úrsula, Madame Mim, Dr. Facilier. Todos eles eram aliados de seu pai. Alguns mais que outros, é claro. Isso resultou nas amizades mais próximas de Nyx: Uma Hydraviper, Harry Hook, Gil LeGume. Nyx também tinha outros amigos como: Hadie Underworlder, Yzla Cat, Anthony, Dizzy e Annabelle Tremaine.

Quando não estava treinando todos os métodos de matar com seu pai, Nyx sempre poderia ser encontrada com Uma, Harry e Gil, seja ajudando no Ursula's Fish and Chips ou no navio que Uma comanda.

– Filhote?

Ah, ele estava falando, não estava? Nyx estava muito ocupada envolta em seus próprios pensamentos para ouvir ele.

– Ah, sim, eu... concordo. – Nyx balançou cabeça enfaticamente, tentando ao máximo não demostrar que estava prestando atenção.

– É mesmo? – Ele assobiou baixinho e levantou a mão para esfregar a barba por fazer mantida à perfeição. – Pois bem, tendo sua aprovação, irei começar os preparativos para casa você com um dos goblins, para garantir mais acesso às docas onde os produtos e alimentos chegam de Auradon.

– O quê? – Nyx arfou. – Papai, eu... O senhor perdeu completamente a cabeça? Isso não pode ser sério! É loucura!

Sem se dar conta, Nyx se aproximou do pai e agarrou as lapelas de sua capa e começou a balançar o corpo dele, tentando procurar qualquer traço de loucura em seus olhos.

Mas, em vez de humanidade, ela viu os olhos se estreitarem e formarem pequenas rugas nos cantos. Nyx deu um grande passo para trás para observar melhor a expressão do pai. Os lábios estavam curvados para cima e, quando Nyx percebeu, soltou um gritinho.

– ERA UMA PIADA?

O pai abriu o maior sorriso que Nyx tinha visto nele desde seu último aniversário.

– PAI!

Ele revirou os olhos e balançou a cabeça, como se não conseguisse acreditar na conversa que estava tendo.

– Agora que tenho toda a sua atenção...

– Foi a sua primeira? – Nyx interrompeu, incapaz de processar tanta informação nova em poucos segundos.

O licano alfa inclinou a cabeça para trás, surpreso, enquanto soltava as mãos de Nyx de sua capa.

– Minha primeira o quê, filhote?

– Sua primeira piada desse mês.

Ele grunhiu e abriu a bocas para falar, parecendo bem indignado, na opinião de Nyx.

– Mas não é poss... – Ele se interrompeu para beliscar a ponta do nariz. – Nyaxia, você realmente acha que sou incapaz de ter senso de humor?

– Claro que não – disse ela seriamente – Você me teve.

O pai soltou um suspiro resignado e ajeitou meticulosamente a capa escura.

– Falo com você por menos de três minutos e já fico mais confuso do que os estagiários durante meu dia favorito da semana.

– Metaforicamente falando, claro, já que não estou atirando flechas em você. – Nyx lançou-lhe um olhar penetrante para reiterar o quanto “reprovava”  o treinamento de autodefesa do pai com as pobres almas que vinham para “estágios”. Filhos de vilões menores e pouco relevantes, pessoas com dívidas de jogo e outros malfeitores se candidatavam ao cargo o tempo todo.

O Dia da Caça é o melhor espetáculo que ocorre na Ilha dos Perdidos. O evento acontece no final de cada semana de trabalho dos estagiários do Grande Lobo Mau, a menos, é claro, que o pai estivesse tendo um dia ruim. Aí, poderia ser no início da semana, no meio da semana, de manhã, durante o almoço, ou... Bom, a lista continua. Pelo menos era consistente, já que todo Dia da Caça consistia no pai mandando os estagiários para fora para que fugissem de algo.

Desde que nascerá, ela os vira tentar escapar de uma besta, de um arco com flechas em chamas e de inúmera criaturas mágicas e não mágicas, até dela mesma quando o pai achou que Nyx já tinha idade o suficiente... Detalhe: Nyx tinha apenas 11 anos quando começou a participar ativamente do Dia da Caça. Mas, sem dúvidas, os dias preferidos de Nyx são aqueles em que o pai estava tão farto das palhaçadas de seus funcionários que começa a perseguir pessoalmente eles pelo pátio dos fundos... às vezes, se ela tivesse sorte, alguns dos funcionários de seu pai conseguiam fugir, e ela e os amigos continuavam a caçar eles por toda a ilha.

Foi o mais rápido que ela já viu os estagiários correrem. Nyx sempre morri de rir nesses dias.

E daí que eu me divirto com o desesperos deles? Quem não se divertiria com um bando de machos, correndo e gritando por suas mamães, mais perdidos do que cego em tiroteio?

– Vale lembrar que não mato um estagiário há muitos meses.

Nyx revirou os olhos tão forte que quase conseguiu ver o seu crânio por dentro.

– Papai lindo do meu coração, odeio diminuir seus sucessos, mas existem pessoas que passam a vida inteira sem matar ninguém.

Ele permaneceu sério.

– Que chato.

– Me poupe, né? Não foram “meses”. Você arrancou a cabeça de um dos trolls da Lagartixa Sênior semana passada.

– Bom, ele mereceu.

Nyx deu de ombros, concordando.

Todos sabiam que aliados da Fada das Trevas não eram bem-vindos daquele lado da ilha. E aqueles que tentavam... bem, eles rapidamente sumiam e nunca mais eram vistos novamente.

– Se eu tivesse esse privilégio, a Mal já teria ido parar em uma cova rasa há muitos meses. – Nyx fez uma pausa contemplativa. – Na verdade, pai...

– Não.

– Mas e se eu fizer uma lista oficial e bem-organizada de prós e contras? – suplicou.

De repente, o pai fechou a cara, tão do nada que Nyx ouviu a própria respiração acelerar.

– Sempre mantenha os inimigos por perto, filhote. A vida é mais interessante assim.

O sorriso que ele lhe deva naquele momento não tinha alegria, apenas promessas cruéis.

Nyx suspirou, cansada. Seu pai nunca lhe explicara o motivo de não acabar logo com essa guerra fria entre ele e Malévola. Até onde ela sabia, esse conflito já durava quase um século. E mesmo tendo todas as oportunidades agora, o alfa do clã Badwolf ainda não tinha decepado a cabeça da fada lagartixa ou arrancado seu coração.

– Falando em inimigos... Podemos discutir o assunto que me fez trazer você aqui para conversar antes que os outros comecem a acreditar que vou jogar você por cima do parapeito? – perguntou ele.

Nyx revirou os olhos e gesticulou para que ele continuasse.

– Pode falar.

O lupino fez cara feia e virou de costas para ela, voltando o olhar para a vista da Ilha.

– Uma carta chegou hoje para você.

Nyx tentou não demonstrar, mas a alegria era palpável. Fazia meses desde que a última carta da sua mãe tinha chegado, quase um ano. Essas cartas vinham de tempos em tempos, nunca de forma constante ou rotineira. Seus pais eram muito cuidadosos quanto a correspondência... todo cuidado era pouco, nunca se sabe quando uma de suas cartas poderia ser interceptada.

– Mamãe está bem? Cadê a carta? Ela mandou mais alguma coisa...

– É do palácio de Auradon. De Vossa Alteza Real, Príncipe Benjamin, para ser especifico.

💫🐺⚔️❄️🖤

Palácio Real de Auradon

À Ilustre Senhorita Nyaxia Badwolf,

É com grande distinção que, nesta primeira proclamação como Rei dos Estados Unidos de Auradon, tenho a honra de dirigir-me a vossa pessoa.

Como parte de meus votos solenes de estabelecer um reino de inclusão e progresso, venho por meio desta carta oferecer-lhe uma oportunidade singular: juntar-se ao corpo docente da Escola Preparatória de Auradon.

Esta proposta não apenas reflete os valores fundamentais de minha monarquia, mas também inaugura um novo capítulo de promessas e esperanças em Auradon. Sua presença na Escola de Auradon será de inestimável valor, contribuindo para a construção de um futuro mais brilhante para nosso reino.

Em reconhecimento à sua grande e histórica família, é com grande esperança e antecipação que aguardamos sua resposta afirmativa.

Os meus guardas estarão lhe aguardando amanhã pela manhã nos portões da Morada da Lua caso aceite a minha proposta.

Com distinta estima,

Príncipe Benjamin

Em nome da Família Real de Auradon

– Você só pode estar brincando com a minha cara. Por que, em nome de Ártemis, eu iria querer fazer isso? – Nyx zombou secamente, erguendo uma sobrancelha para o pai.

– Isso não é uma brincadeira, Nyaxia. Mas sim uma oportunidade. Você ira para Auradon, filhote. – De repente, a voz dele ficou mais baixa. Um tom letal que ela já tinha visto fazer os homens mais corajosos se tremerem de medo. Por algum motivo, Nyx achava reconfortante... talvez seja porque ele era o seu pai. – E isso não está em discursão.

– Oi? O senhor está ficando louco? Você sempre disse que Auradon é horrível e uma perda de tempo terrível.

– Mas com a minha filha lá, pode deixar de ser.

– Pai! Auradon não dá a mínima para nós há duas décadas! – rosnou Nyx enquanto se aproximava de seu pai, com as presas afiadas a mostra. – Eles jogaram você e todos os outros vilões em uma pilha de lixo flutuante sem dar a ninguém uma chance de redenção. Claro que a maioria não teria se redimido de qualquer maneira... mas mesmo assim, eles não se importaram com ninguém.

O pai olhou para ela com uma emoção indecifrável.

– E então, quando nascemos, eles decidiram que seríamos tão ruins quanto nossos pais. E nunca, nunca, pensaram em nós novamente. Então me perdoe se estou tendo dificuldades de em acreditar que, depois de vinte anos, a família real decidiu milagrosamente que talvez vale a pena pensar em nós.

Elijah Badwolf a fitou por longos minutos em completo silêncio, sem nunca desviar o olhar. Seus olhos lentamente começaram a se tornar de uma cor dourada, quase tão reluzente quanto ouro derretido.

– Nyaxia, você irá para Auradon. Não existe outra opção para você. Eu e sua mãe já decidimos, você irá para Auradon – disse o Lobo Mau em voz baixa.

Nyx respirou fundo, porque ele se erguia imponente e sombrio, prometendo destruição. Ela sabia que nunca teve chance contra seu pai, mas saber que sua mãe também o apoiava... bem, isso mudava as coisas, e ela só conseguia pensar...

– Quem mais vai para Auradon?

[gayafsowhat]

Alright two yey's and no ney's let's go!

Bridget's hands are soft, though they are rougher on the bottom and dove soft on the backs (I have a writing prompt for myself for later to do with this)

Chloe cries during movies. Red Definitely Did Not Shed Any Tears, on the other hand this room seems quite dusty all of the sudden.. I think she would love Encanto or far from the tree, and they'd really hit her but she's not self aware enough to think deeply about why so.

Half the things Bridget outlawed at the Queen of Hearts are things that trigger her overstimulation bc she is autistic or Audhd or something like that. Also because seeing joy in others makes her self-loathing and other terrible feelings rise so she's grown to revel in the misery and fear of others over the years.

Evie really loves chocolate and sour-sweet candies. (Chocolate based off the one time Sofia Carson said her favorite flavor was anything chocolate)

Chloe asked Red if she would love her if she was a worm one time and Red looked at her with horror and said no because she doesn't like worms and how would she know it was her? Months later Chloe got injured and was bedridden for a few days, and Red brought her a little cake that said "I'd love you even if you were a worm." Joking that she essentially was once because she 'ate dirt' when she tripped. She also added that if she knew Chloe was a worm she'd steal the FG's wand and turn her back into a human. (She artfully avoided the true love's kiss idea)

And for one more that has to do with a concept one of the people requested, for a fic

The more time Queen of Hearts spends with the Cheshire Cat, a reader insert, the less straight her hair starts to become, and she actually has to start using a straightener. (I subscribe to the pinkie pie hair headcanon for the heart family)

The rest of the thoughts in my notes are fic ideas, so you'll just have to wait and see!!

Since they're starting to build up do you guys want the random descendants/for related thoughts that have been building up in my notes app

[whimsi-clown]

What's the Best Way to Start a Story? Ah, yes. Death.

Part 1 of the Reverse lsekai Disney Villains x Modern Reader AU

(That I made on a whim)

Warning: Lots of Curse Words and a bit OOC

In a series of unfortunate (or fortunate, depending on how you view things) events, your eccentric rich bitch of an employer had just died.

Sad, I know. But they had it coming. Sorta.

Nobody really liked them. They were, to put it bluntly, an asshole of the highest degree, and they didn't have any living relatives or descendants.

As such, with you being the only person in existence who still stuck by them, gave a shit about them, and had the balls to deal with all of their bullshit, they decided to leave you with their inheritance.

From their large plot of land to their unrealistically big ass mansion with a private beach close by, along with everything inside of it. Money included.

It was all yours for the taking, and you were all too eager to accept.

At this point, you had everything you needed to live the life of your dreams. A large plot of land, a mansion, a near infinite amount of money.

Now, all you needed left in this big and lonely mansion...

Was companionship...

...

Yea, no. We'll skip that for now.

So, with that in mind, after setting down the remaining boxes of your belongings that you had just brought in, you decided to stroll through the halls of the place, eager to familiarize yourself with your new home.

Your eyes perking in interest as you spot a door that you had never seen before, curiously entering it with a new wave of excitement as to what you could find (or possibly sell) on the other side.

Nothing could ruin this day for you!

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.

.

.

Something has just ruined this day for you.

You groaned, dragging your hands down your face as 12 of the most iconic Disney Villains settled on the set of couches before you with crossed arms, disgruntled expressions, and glares aimed your way.

Maleficent sat on the lone couch to your left, while Grimhilde, the evil queen, sat on the other couch to your right, both looking at you with displeased glares.

On the main couch sat Ursula, Cruela De Vil, Dr. Facilier and Jafar. All sharing the same disgruntled expression, like they have better things to do than be in this predicament.

And those who decided to stand behind the couch were Hades, Captain Hook, Shan Yu, and Gaston. All of them with their arm crossed.

Finally, seated on the carpeted floor before the couches are Scar and Oogie Boogie. Who looked bored out of their minds.

You let out yet another groan.

How did you end up in this situation again??

Ah, right. The mysterious room.

For those of you who are wondering, here's what went down literal hours ago.

You had entered what looked like an old storage room, flicked the light switch on, and discovered that it was filled to the brim with various antiques and junk.

Looking around, you felt like a kid in a candy store, discovering the various curious objects that your former employer collected, lining each shelf.

Everything was so interesting (and sellable) to you.

But what stood out to you the most, though, was an assortment of random items set up on a row of pedestals.

A staff broken in half, a shattered mirror, an unlit greek looking torch lying on its side, a dusty lamp, a tarnished silver hook, a vintage hunting rifle, an old scattered deck of tarot cards, a weird wavy looking sword (a quick google search informed you that it was a serrated jagged jian), a lion skull (not even gonna question how your employer got their hands on these ethically), a gold nautilus shell necklace, an exotic black and white fur coat of some animal (again, not gonna question how they were ethically acquired), and finally a set of red hand carved dices.

With a wide shit eating grin and dollar signs in your eyes, you decided on the spot that these would definitely sell for a large amount of money and decided to take a picture of them to post online.

However, before you could take the shot, you realized something.

No one would buy any of this junk if you sell them as they looked now, like junk!

So, with a new goal in mind, you quickly set out to grab whatever cleaning materials you could find.

And when you came back, you glued together the two broken parts of the staff, put back the pieces of the shattered mirror back in place, set the unlit greek torch up, rubbed the dust off of the lamp, polished the silver hook, cleaned the vintage hunting rifle, stacked and rearanged the deck of tarot cards, sharpened the weird wavy sword, dusted the lion skull, washed the gold nautilus shell pendant in soapy water, and brushed the exotic fur coat.

When all was done, you stood back with your hands on your hips, a prideful grin stretching across your face at having cleaned all of the useless junk before you.

If only you had the same amount of energy and enthusiasm when it comes to cleaning the rest of your house.

You were about to take a picture again when you realized you weren't completely done. There was still one item left.

The pair of red dice.

You stared down at the dices in contemplation. For some reason, something about them didn't seem to sit right with you.

One dice had a six facing up, while the other had a five. Making it an eleven in total.

You grabbed the dices, shaking them around in the palm of your hand and without much of a thought, threw them onto its pedestal. Watching as it rolled on the surface before stopping, both dices landed on a one.

Snake eyes.

All of a sudden, the lights in the room started to flicker and turn off completely, leaving you in the dark.

You cursed under your breath as you were about to turn the flashlight on your phone when you noticed that the dices were glowing green, like one of those shitty glow in the dark star stickers you had as a kid.

Suddenly, the dices weren't the only thing glowing as the fur coat was glowing white, followed by the shell pendant glowing gold, the lion skull glowing green, the sword glowing a dull blue, the tarot deck glowing purple, the hunting rifle glowing red, the hook glowing gold as well, the lamp glowing red too, the torch glowing blue which also lit up in blue flames on it's own, the mirror glowing purple, and finally the staff glowing green.

Each of the items slowly hovered in the air, wind seeming to pick up around you despite the lack of windows, and then suddenly a burst of green smoke spread throughout the room, temporarily blinding you as you coughed into your fist.

You swatted your hands around to clear the smoke, rubbing your teary eyes when a sound caught your attention. Not just any sound, it was the sound of a person, no, people! It was the sound of people!

When the smoke finally cleared, you were greeted by the sight of a dogpile of people, all groaning and moaning in pain, some muttering curses under their breaths as they struggled to get up from their current positions.

"Get off of me, you fools!"

A comanding feminine voice exclaimed.

"Ugh, you first, I can feel you stepping on my tail."

Another masculine voice grumbled.

"Ugh, get your slimey apendeges off of me, woman!"

Another masculine voice exclaimed in disgust.

"For the last time. It's not slime, you narcissistic oaf, it's mucus!"

Yet another feminine voice retorted.

"She's actually right, ya know? It's mucus, not slime. Had to learn that the hard way."

Yet another masculine voice says, agreeing with the person who spoke before them.

Whilst they were still arguing with one another, you figured now would be a great time to escape, slowly backing away, careful not to make a sound when you flinch as your back hits something sturdy and warm.

With a nervous gulp, you slowly crained your neck up only to see a tall gray skinned man with shark like teeth and blue flames for hair, looking down at you with a wide toothy grin.

"Hey there, nice to meet cha', you goin' somewhere, babes?"

The gray man asked in a casual tone, a hint of a threat hidden beneath it. Before you could respond, you yelped in surprise as you were suddenly grabbed by the back collar of your shirt and lifted a few feet away from the ground.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?~"

You froze as you were suddenly face to face with a big talking sack, your face growing pale when you noticed a centipede crawling out of its open stitched mouth.

The thing before you seemed to notice this, grinning even wider as they brought you closer to its face.

"What's wrong, little one? You feeling ssscaareeddd?~"

A snake had just slithered out of its mouth like a tongue and hissed at you as it trailed off the word 'scared'. Which made you scream as you kicked at his face in response, causing the thing to drop you as it held its face in pain.

"UGH! YOU LITTLE-"

The commotion seemed to finally catch the others' attention, finally registering your presence.

Before you could run off and escape, though, a tendril of black smoke wrapped around you, restricting your movement as it pulled you closer to the blue flame headed guy who merely chuckled as you thrashed around in his grip, successfully getting your arms out before trying to tug and yank the rest of the smokey tendrils off of you.

"Hey, fellas, I think I found the culprit to our little... Heh, predicament..."

The blue flame haired guy announced as he pulled you closer to him and grabbed ahold of your cheeks with one hand, forcing you to face the rest of the group.

The rest of them then approached, crowding around and glaring down at you.

"So you're the reason why we're in this mess... Speak. Why have you brought us here?"

The beautiful woman before you asked, no, commanded. Her pose is regal and sophisticated even as she looks down on you. She wore a golden crown atop her head, with a purple velvet dress and a black cape.

Your face morphed in confusion as you stared up at her, practically scanning her features.

For some reason, you feel like you've met her before.

You turn to the others as well, scanning them from head to toe.

A tall mean looking lady with greenish skin and black horns, a grumpy arabian guy dressed in red and black, a big intimidating asian dude, a woman with melanie martinez's hair but if she were emo, a guy that looks like a himbo, a fat drag queen with tentacles and light purplish skin, twinkish looking man with a fancy hat dressed in all red, twinkish looking man with a fancy hat no. 2 dressed in all purple, and a literal fucking lion.

After staring at the crowd before you, you turned your head back to properly look at the other three you had just met. The fat sack of creepy crawlies, the shark teethed flame head, and the literal fucking queen.

Stupid. That's what you currently felt. Not scared, not happy. Stupid.

How could you not recognize the people before you?? They were your literal childhood before you grew out of them. Gods, you felt so dumb for not realizing it sooner!

They were all Disney Villains!

Noticing that you seemed disappointed about something rather than fearful of their presence, the villains turned to one another with looks of confusion. Not used to this kind of reaction.

Hades, who still held you hostage decided to shake you out of whatever it is you were so hung up about.

"Oy, kid. You still with us? Kinda rude to just space out on people ya know?"

He asked, successfully snapping you out of your momentary internal berating.

"I... I know you guys..."

You muttered out loud, still in disbelief of the situation.

This caused the villains to smirk and perk up a little smugly, their ego rising at the thought of being recognized by someone they deemed lesser than then. Especially a certain muscle head.

"Ah yes, of course you've heard about the great Gasto-"

"You're all disney villains!"

You unintentionally cut off him off, your eyes widening as you clamped your mouth shut with your hands in realization of your mistake.

The villains were also caught off guard, not by your interruption, but by your statement.

"Disney... Villains?..."

Shan Yu slowly repeated, confusion evident in his tone.

You kept your mouth clamped shut, refusing to respond until a silver hook was pressed against your neck.

"You better spill, little one, or I'll slice through that pretty little neck of yours, and you don't want that now, do you?"

Captain Hook threatened, pressing his hook closer to your neck, nearly breaking the skin.

That was what led to all of you gathered in the living room, after begging asking to be released so you could explain to them, glancing at each disney villain from Maleficent to Oogie Boogie.

When Oogie Boogie noticed that you had glanced down at him, he sent you an eerie grin that made shivers crawl down your spine.

Out of all the Disney Villains present, He unsettled you the most.

The other's existence was reasonable and made sense to you.

Evil human beings of higher power and capabilities? Fine. A literal dark fae, an octupus lady, and a greek god? Good. A talking lion? Amazing. But a literal walking, talking, sack of bugs?

Burn it to the ground.

You take in a deep breath, exhaling through your nose in an effort to stay calm (spoiler alert it is not working) as you face the group of animated evil doers come to life with an uneasy smile.

"So... What would you like to know first?"

End of Part 1

Next Part

[descendantsramblings]

i have an idea for Uliana x Fem! reader where the Reader is the leader of another villain group in school who always clashes with Ulaina, its a Enemy to lovers where the Two always try to be better then the other, be it in class, im pranks or torturing students. The other vk's are pretty tired of it

Honestly, I’ve been hoping for a way to bring the other families (Jafar, Gaston, Cruella, Evil Queen) from the OGs into a fic so thank you anon, I love you

Rivalry

Uliana x VK!Witch!Reader

Pronouns used: She/her/hers

Summary: With two crews of VKs, it was only a matter of time before they came together or tore each other to shreds

Warnings: minor swearing, reader is a huge flirt, Uli is pinned against the wall at some point. Once again the reader is kissing Morgie's cheek (he deserves affection and you can't stop me), reader is taller than Uliana and Bridget but she's also wearing heels so take that as you will, the return of "Shrimpy"

Word Count: 2.5K

    When the School of Black Magic closed, it sent Merlin Academy into a new state of chaos. The small set of villains that already existed at the school was bad enough, to double how many there were created a new challenge for all the students. For the heroes, it was more people to dodge. Especially kids like Bridget and Ella. If the new villains knew the originals went after them, then the new kids would double it. The villains from the condemned school demanded to have respect and fear, no matter what it took. Bringing in bigger threats and darker pranks to the halls of the academy. And the villains who ruled the school before them? They were being driven mad by the people trying to take over their turf, it was visible too. Even the heroes could see the insecurity creeping into the small group. As if it poured off of them, their more aggressive yet less detailed actions seeming to be a poor attempt at compensating. Everyone thought they’d become one group after they saw them interact the first time, not expecting the way the two groups would be at each other’s throats. Hook and Gaston were far too prone to butting heads - or more so smacking each other upside the head. And Maleficent and Grimhilde? They were a match made in hell, seeming to go after each other more than they did nonvillains. 

    If you were to ask Uliana though, the worst of them came in the form of (Y/n) (L/n). With her perfect control of her lackeys and carefully thought out plans. If she said jump, the four fools who followed her around would say “how high” in an instant. (Y/n) with a mouth so foul you’d think her a pirate; a sailor's tongue stuck in her skull. With her temper and dark magic. A threat to anyone who came near her. She was more evil than Ursula had been, easily throwing a blanket over Uliana’s cage and smirking at her as the cloak fell. Solidifying herself as a threat the second she turned every male in the school into a dog, nearly doubling the frog debacle the elder sea witch had created. (Y/n) with her perfect hair and thousand mile stare and dark glossed lips. Whose loud music poured from her skull candies and leather jacket hugged her body like a glove. She was all that Uliana could think about now, it drove her crazy. Drove her friends crazy too. If they had to hear about the new girl one more time they were sure that they would snap. Especially Hades, if he had to think about being a doberman ever again he was going back to the underworld to sulk. 

     Watching the way she seemed to coo at Morgie, Uliana’s Morgie, across the courtyard had something bubbling up in her chest. Seeing her soft, manicured hand slide down his arm as she speaks, half lidded eyes trained to his face as she spoke soft and slow. He was clearly hanging onto her words, smiling at her with a nod. Who does she think she is? Why were her hands on part of Uliana’s crew like that? 

     “What is she talking to him about?” Her voice is sharp, eyes glaring daggers into the girl. “Knowing him? He probably asked her to turn him back into a labrador retriever. Speaking of, why did he get a good dog? I was a yorkie, not even a full sized one, one of those little guys with the chirpy barks and the shakes,” Hook grumbles, tapping his nails against the table in front of him. Maleficent lets out a near nasty laugh at the pouting boy, shoving his shoulder softly, “Watching you tremble like that was hilarious. Like your ego didn’t fit into your little body.” She looks him up and down with a smirk, adding on a snarky, “It barely fits in that one already.”  Hades shrugs, closely focused on the way Uliana was staring at the conversation before them. She wasn’t looking at Morgie, there was no way she was. “Maybe it’s because you’re short. What exactly are you looking at, Uli?” 

     “It’s like she’s trying to seduce him,” the words seem to send her into a sense of panic, “You don’t think that’s what’s happening, do you?” Hades laughs, a smirk playing on his face, “Maybe it is. Does that bother you?” Did it bother her? Uliana didn’t think it would. It was the principal of it, wasn’t it? Losing part of her crew to her enemy. So why did the girl sliding her hand down Morgie’s cheek make Uliana see red? Wanting to swing on Morgie for what the girl was doing? What on Earth was happening to her? 

     (Y/n) smiles, placing a kiss on the boy’s cheek before tapping it twice. Uliana could see the dark lipstick mark on his pale flesh as he turned to come back to them, the girl who was speaking to him sliding off her perched spot on the picnic table, seemingly satisfied. Heeled boots making a chilling clacking on the walking stones as she goes, and Uliana was right on her heels. Ignoring the calls from her friends and the slightly hurt “what did I do?” Morgie let out as she goes. Whatever it was that (Y/n) thought she was doing with Uliana’s group needed to be stopped. 

     “What do you think you’re doing?” Uliana’s voice echos off the tunnel like halls of cobble stone as she grabs (Y/n)’s wrist, swinging the taller girl to face her. She hadn’t been this close to her before, that was something that became painfully obvious to her as she got lost in the color of the other villain’s eyes. She didn’t think they would be so pretty up close. “What do you mean? I was just having a little conversation.” It’s a feigned innocence that clashes with the way she was walking the sea witch backwards. Pinning her against the wall with one elbow balanced on either side of her. “Don’t play stupid.” She watches the way the taller girl’s eyes roll in their sockets as she looks down at her. Her eyes flickering to the dark lips that were smirking with a teasing air. They were blotted, tint more gray than black from where she’d kissed the boy’s cheek moments before but there was still a shine to them that caught the light. Something about it was so captivating that she failed to notice the girl talking until her hand came to rest under her chin, tilting her head up. “See, that right there is exactly what I’m talking about. You can’t win over me, Uliana. You’re too distracted.” 

    “I am not distracted,” the girl scoffs, pushing her chest slightly as she tries to seem tough. “Oh you are though, Shrimpy. You wanna kiss me so bad that you look stupid.” The words make her still, mouth falling open and closed as she attempts to find something to defend herself. It seems to light something ablaze in (Y/n), smirk turning into something more primal as she pulls away. Leaving Uliana alone, gaping like a fish in the hallway. 

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      Luckily, or perhaps purposely, the two didn’t run into each other again for the next two weeks. The next time (Y/n)’s eyes locked with Uliana’s was as she was catching Bridget from behind. Stopping the pink girl from hitting the ground just to throw her back into the chest of the sea witch. “Resulted to just throwing girls to the ground now, have we? I thought you lot would be more evil than that.” It makes Uliana scoff, shoving Bridget off her as she steps up to the other girl’s chest. “Well, it would be a lot easier if someone wasn’t always stepping in my way.” A hand reaches out, brushing her thumb across the bottom of Uliana’s lip. “Can’t handle a little competition, Uli? I thought that would be your thing, with your sister and all.” She huffs, stepping back, the motion sending her into Hook’s chest. “I can handle competition, just not when it's so full of itself.” 

   She lets an arm stretch out, grabbing Bridget and pulling her against her chest. “They’re losing their touch, don’t you think, Princess? Just pushing royals down like kids on the playground.” One could tell the princess was holding her breath from just looking at her, looking up to the villain in fear. “I mean, compared to me blowing up that pretty little potion of yours, getting pushed down seems like a toddler’s work, does it not?” “Can you,” her voice is a squeak as she looks away, “Can you let me go, please?” Her arm unwraps from the girl, Bridget running off while she has the chance. "Seems to me, Bridget there knows which one of us she should fear more.

    “Where are your friends? Scare them off too?” Uliana tries to sound nonchalant, hiding the way that her words stung. Nothing seemed to match the venom of the girl’s spit anymore. She was not losing her touch, she was sure of that. “Personally, I’m evil enough that I don’t need five people to harass one princess. We prefer to split up, covers more ground,” Her grin catches the light in a way that nearly makes her shine, laughing at the sea witch softly, “I see why you need yours though, Shrimpy.”

   “Aye, watch it Lass,” Hook steps in front of Uliana, staring the girl down. “Or what, Hook? You’ll make me?” She laughs, ruffling his hair as she walks past. “You don’t scare me, Captain. That was a cute try though. Really cute try.” He stands, dumbfounded as she walks by, “I do not like that witch.” “Yeah, Hook, I don’t really think she wants us to,” Hades mumbles, watching the nonchalant way the girl sashays to wherever she was headed. What was it about her?

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       If Uliana was bad about talking about (Y/n), the witch was much worse. Laying across Jafar’s lap with a near whine as she complains about the other group of villains. “I have never had to fight to have someone on my side like this. Doesn’t she realize it’s safer to be in my good graces?” He shrugs, carding a hand through her hair as she rambles on. “Well, why do you care what’s safer for her?” Her body stills, staring up at the boy with her brows furrowed, “What?” He rolls his eyes, head falling against the back of the couch they were lounging on, “Why do you care? Back at Black Magic if someone you wanted on your team didn’t want to be on it, you’d make their life hell. I mean, we all remember the Gothel incident. So why do you care so much about those five?” 

   She shakes her head, arms crossing over her chest, “I don’t care about all five of them. I could care less about that little pirate and sorcerer. They don’t give me anything to gain. A god though? He could be helpful. And if Grim and Maleficent could ever get along it would be lovely to have a pixie that powerful on our side.” Jafar hums, tilting her head up so she has to look at him, “And the sea witch?” She pauses, eyes flickering over his face in search of something. “What are you getting at, Jay?” He smirks, leaning closer to her face, “What do you gain from having the sea witch around?” She hums, staring up at him as she thinks. What did she gain from Uliana? Why did it matter? “I don’t,” she sits up, walking to his door, “I don’t actually know. I just think I want her to want me.” Jafar smirks, following her to stop her from leaving, “You want her to want you? Want you how?” She holds her breath, staring up at him. “You think she’s pretty, don’t you, (Y/n)?” Of course she did. She had eyes, obviously she could tell the girl was pretty, but that doesn’t mean anything, right? 

     “When you think about her wanting you, what do you think about? Do you think about her acting like me and Cruella? Do you want her as your best friend? Or does she act towards you the way that Morgie acts towards her?” He watches her face, hoping for any sort of reaction from his friend. “Or,” he smirks, grabbing her jaw, “Do you think about her kissing you? Having her hang off your pretty little arm?” She could feel the heat rising up her neck to her face, desperate that he wouldn’t be able to see how flustered the idea got her. “What are you getting at?” “I think,” he smirks, pulling away from him and crossing his arms, “I think you can’t treat her like you did Gothel because you have feelings for her.” “As if I’d ever,” she hears how flustered she is in her own words, closing her lips and shaking her head. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” 

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      When she walked into the small cafe the next day, she expected to see Cruella, her eyes scanning over the place twice. Her friend was nowhere to be seen, the only even slightly familiar person being Uliana. The sea witch wrings her hands as she looks around, eyes falling on (Y/n) and she stops. It takes the girl a second to realize what’s happening. God, she’s a dumbass. Jafar and Cruella had set her up, this was some sort of warped blind date. Of course they did. That's what made her like them, they were the most evil people she knew.

    She walks over to the table that Uliana is sitting at, sliding into the seat across from her. “So how did they convince you to show up?” Her eyes flicker up at the girl, brows furrowed, “What?” (Y/n) shakes her head, crossing her arms across her chest, “How did Jafar and Cruella get you here? I was messing with you when I said that shit a few weeks ago, you know?” “What are you talking about? I’m supposed to be meeting Maleficent, she said something about coming with Jafar. Said he had something to tell me,” she smirks at the girl, leaning over the table, “You know, it looks like you might lose him. And Jafar would be a greater loss than Morgie. Seems I’m beating you at your own game.” 

    The girl is trying to look proud but her eyes are once again locked on (Y/n)’s black lipgloss. “Yeah,” she laughs, leaning onto the table on her elbows, “Jafar isn’t coming, Uliana. We got set up.” She pauses, recoiling as she takes in the words. Set up? “What do you mean by that?” “I guess I’m not the only one who thinks you want to kiss me. Our friends set us up here and who knows,” (Y/n) stands up, pulling her wallet from her pocket, “If you’re lucky I might just kiss you. My lipgloss is vanilla flavored you know. I bet you'd like that.” She takes in the flustered look that crosses the sea witch’s face and smirks. Hopefully Jafar didn’t think he could throw her off. She always got her way, he just gave her a little push. Nothing more.

[ihavetoomanyocsdealwithit]

Stone Heart AU:

The theory that the 7 statues are simply the petrified great 7, trapped in stone for 1,000 years. Yuu, being a magic user that can use the old magic, is capable of setting them free. But how have they changed after their stories were told, and what did they learn? It is roughly in chronological order, but sometimes I add little extra scenes. I simply let the muses take me when I have the time. Should be able to go down the list in order or check the ao3:

Story on Ao3

General theory

Scar: Part I Part II Part III Part IV

Queen of hearts: Part 1 Part II Part III

Story: Azul

Ursula: Part I Part II

Jafar: Part 1 Part III

Maleficent:

Queen Grimhilde:

Hades:

Dark Mirror Academy AU:

Yuu graduates from NRC with an understanding of how privileged it is to learn magic. Several years down the line, she creates an academy where those who do not have enough magical potential or are considered too old for traditional colleges may go to learn. These are their students and their stories:

W. Right AU:

A Yuu OC who absorbs the ink from the phantom blots to finish their portraits and stories, allowing them to finally pass on into the next life. It comes at a heavy price though. Walker was able to save everybody else from their overblots, but can they save him from his own? And can it even be called that when his overblot isn't made from ink, but thinner?

General summary

The first Overblot

RSA Corruption AU:

NRC has seven overblots. At the same time, Cass, a student who shouldn't be at RSA, helps seven other students through their overblots. Students who others would never suspect.

Neige Le Blanche: part 1 Part 2

Fortune de Ante:

Prince Rielle

General fluff, stories or analysis:

Unexpected things you did that delight them

The audacity to ask a question

Reasons I would marry Ruggie

Rook Hunt x Reader

Asking Malleus to marry you

Twist Boys try Drag

Moments the boys fall in love with Yuu

Analysis pieces:

Grim the Cat-Sith

Azul as a former fat kid: analysis

Rook Hunt

Riddle: King of Heartslabyul

[zafirosreverie]

My queen (Grimhilde x Fem!Reader)

warnings: mention of murders, obsessive behavior

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You trembled terribly and squeezed your eyes shut when you heard the unmistakable sound of steel being dragged. The cold entering through the bars of the window and the fetid smell of the dark cell in which you were had nothing to do with the deep fear that ran through your veins.

No, that was the work of the piercing green eyes you saw every time you blinked, the ones that followed you even in the darkness of your nightmares. They were her eyes, those of that demon with crimson lips and ethereal beauty, the one that had taken your entire life from you.

Deep down you knew it was your fault. You had lowered your guard, you had let the woman's beauty deceive you, you had welcomed her into your kingdom, and you protected her from her persecutors, convinced that she was telling the truth and that she was being persecuted unjustly. You let her into your life, not knowing that you were making a pact with the devil himself.

And it was time to pay off the debt.

"My dear Y/N"

A chill ran through you at the dripping venom of the deceptive sweetness of her voice. You didn't even deign to look at her, you wouldn't give her the satisfaction of seeing how broken you were. If she was going to kill you like she had your husband, then let her do it, you weren't going to beg this witch.

"Leave us alone" she firmly ordered the guards that were flagging her, the ones that had betrayed you.

You could see out of the corner of her eye that the men doubted as if it was dangerous to leave her alone with you. What did they think you were going to do? If you couldn't even stand up on your own. It did not occur to you that they might not be afraid that you might do something to her, but that she would do it to you.

"We'll be right outside the door, Your Majesty" one of them said with a shaky voice.

The queen waved them off and they both curtsied before rushing out of there. It was obvious that the message not to make the new queen angry had been perfectly delivered and obeyed by the entire kingdom, that is, of course, if they didn't want to end up hanging or burned like the rest of the royal family.

That was another thought that consumed your soul. It was obvious that her intention from the beginning was to usurp the throne, kill you all and be the new regent. And just that she had done. She had gained everyone's trust just to stab your husband, while your children and most faithful servants were burned or hanged, all of them displayed in the main square. All dead, except you.

Why? You couldn't understand it. You were the queen, if you were still alive, there was no way she could fully take the throne, there was no point in her sparing your life. Yes, she had sent you to the dungeon, but she still kept you alive.

You weren't even going to think that it was a twisted sense of gratitude that you were the only one who stood up for her or the first "friend" she had there because it was more than obvious that she was incapable of feeling any kind of empathy for anyone else than herself.

"You look...terrible, to be honest, dear" she said.

She sounded far too cheerful and friendly for someone who has just committed heinous murders against your family.It made you feel sick and if it wasn't for the fact that you had an empty stomach you probably would have thrown up.

"You lost weight" the queen observed

"That's what happens when you don't give your prisoners food, Grim" you spat

The confused face that appeared on her beautiful features took you by surprise and made your stomach turn. You didn't know if it was because of the hunger or the hatred you felt towards her for what she did to her or towards you because your pulse still quickened in her presence.

"What do you mean?" she asked "I've been sending you the best feasts every day"

"Sure" you sneered "well I guess the rats got hold of them before they got here"

You saw her expression change in an instant from confusion to concern and then something more natural to her: anger. Strangely, it wasn't anger directed at you. It didn't take long for you to come to the same conclusion as her: that the guards had been stealing the food she had for you.

Strangely, the thought made you smile. Yes, they had been starving you, but it was obvious from the green fire in Grimhilde's eyes that soon they would be the fuel on the fire. Well, they had it coming for their betrayal.

However, the flash of joy was short-lived. The queen bent down so she could take your face firmly (not that you had much strength to stop it anyway) and she looked at you with an intensity that scared you and made you blush at the same time.

"It doesn’t matter what the rats do" she said "you won't spend another night here"

Oh. There it was. Finally. She was going to kill you just like she had killed the rest of your house, so she had just left you until the end to torture yourself with the guilt and the memories spinning in your mind. Very cunning. But at least you had the consolation of knowing that soon you would be with them. The nightmare was coming to an end.

"If I could choose, Your Majesty" you said mockingly "would you be so merciful as to allow me to meet the same end as my children?"

"Silly girl" she said dryly "you will not go to the bonfire"

"The gallows then?" you smiled "as my beloved Marcus, how thoughtful of you, I appreciate it, your highness"

Grimhilde looked at you with something akin to pain, which again took you by surprise. Her nails tightened, nearly digging into the skin of your cheeks when you mentioned your husband and for a moment you thought you might be in danger. Then you remembered that you were going to die anyway, making her angry made no difference.

"You will not die" she said at last, standing up abruptly "you will be escorted to my quarters in a few hours."

That... was a surprise. You blinked in confusion and looked at her, straightening up as far as the chains that bound you to the ground would allow. She returned your gaze, and for the first time, you could see what an imposing creature she really was: she radiated evil, there was no doubt about that, but there was an almost human longing in her gaze.

"And if I don't want to go with you?" you asked, but your strength faltered with every second under her gaze

"Then I kill you like your family" she said quietly "you have no choice"

"Why?" you asked with a broken voice "why did you let me live? What use do I have to you?! You took everything I had, you monster! What else do you want from me?!"

The queen looked at you for a moment, as if considering what to do with your sudden outburst, but she recovered quickly and smiled cruelly and coldly at you. She once again approached you and caressed your cheek gently. Her skin was cold, but you felt like she was burning you.

"Silly girl, can't you see?" she said "all this, I did it for you"

"W-what?" you whispered

Grimhilde locked her green eyes with yours for a moment, before walking out of the cell, closing the gate behind her with a firm thud. She looked at you and the next words that fell from her red lips stuck in you more than any death sentence could have done.

"This is my kingdom now, Y/N, and you will be my queen"

[slashingdisneypasta]

Thinking about different fairytale/storybook villains reactions to someone drinking a love potion and accidentally falling head over heels madly in love with them.

(Yes this prompt comes from Strange Magic)

Including; Inkubus, any incarnation of the Big Bad Wolf or the Phantom of the opera, Evil Queen's and Evil Princes, Wicked Witches (West, East, Ursula, Mim, etc), Evil Fairies, Hades, Severus Snape, Fenrir Greyback, Slenderman/Brothers, Captain Hook, Dracula, etc.

[herstoryheaven]

Masterlist: Evie

Total Works: 1

Categories:

Angst = ✿

Fluff = ❀

Hurt/Comfort = ❁

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Female

Charming Lies, True Hearts (❁)

Gender Neutral

Coming Soon...

[elladcat]

●Evil Queen x Yandere!Servant!Reader Fluff●

Note: I also posted this on wattpad, my account is EllaDCat, please go check that out if you're interested!

Warning: yandere tendencies, blood/gore, violence, mention of death, murder, etc.

Summary: You're her most trusted servant who believes that she is the most beautiful unlike any other. One day, she orders you to lure in and kill the princess, and you oblige to do so.

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[Y/n POV]

No one could ever love the queen more than I do. Unlike them, I deeply adore and respect her, especially her utmost beauty which she takes the most pride in.

Ever since she became the new queen after the former queen died, I started to fall in love with her and pledged my loyalty to her and only her. I wish for nothing more than to be used and praised by her.

Growing up, I used to be a peasant without knowing what my future held in store for me, until I was offered a job as a servant for the royal family. However, it did not make me feel as happy as I thought. Instead, it felt so dull and uneventful despite my decent pay and such.

But when Queen Grimhilde married the king and became the new queen, I felt like I had a real purpose in life. It seemed like she had given me a reason for my dull existence, and I am forever grateful to her for giving me one.

Her Majesty, who had seen my loyalty towards her, was quite pleased and would like me to be her personal servant, to which I agreed, of course. She would talk about things, and I would listen to her while accompanying her, even complimenting her graceful looks just to see her beautiful smile.

Her beautiful smile...

No matter what happens, I will not let any disgusting barbarians harm her or taint her graceful looks. I will forever follow her until the end of our time.

This morning, Her Majesty has called upon me, and I shall go without hesitation.

I entered the throne room and knelt before Her Highness. She takes a seat with such grace and confidence as she always has.

Y/n: "What do you wish to speak to me, Your Highness?"

Evil Queen: "My dear faithful servant, I have a task for you that needs to be rid of."

I raise my head to look at my queen with a determined gaze. I knew what she meant - if someone had offended her or insulted her looks, she would summon me to silence them, and I would comply.

It didn't bother me because I had poisoned the king and lied to everyone that he had passed away due to sickness and old age, and I was ordered by her. And it angered me that someone would dare to speak up of my queen's name and beauty.

Y/n: "State their name and I will happily take the task."

Evil Queen: "It is my stepdaughter, Snow White, who needs to be rid of. You will take her far into the forest and find a secluded glade where she can pick wildflowers for her late parents. Then you will kill her!"

I wasn't fazed by her words of wanting me to kill the princess. I don't care much about Snow White despite her kind nature; I'm still loyal to the queen, and if she asks me to end her life, then I will gladly do so.

I'm quite aware that she deeply loathed her stepdaughter's beauty and how much she despises her for it, and I, of course, tell her that she will always be the most beautiful woman than any other women I've ever met.

Y/n: "Yes, of course, Your Highness. I will do my best."

Queen Grimhilde smiled at my words.

Evil Queen: "Good. Bring back her heart in this, my dear faithful servant."

She brought out a box for me to take it, and I accepted it and left the throne room to do my task. I will not fail my queen.

I am taking the princess to the forest away from civilization by horseback riding. Once we're there, she will be collecting flowers for her late parents while I stay behind, standing near a tree and watching her silently.

Snow White picks up every piece of colorful flower she can find while humming a song, unaware that her fate will be cut short soon.

I look around the area to see if anyone is nearby. Fortunately, no one is there to witness me do the horrible deed. I stealthily walk up behind her, slowly taking my dagger out as the princess is being distracted by a juvenile blue bird, unaware of my presence.

Just as she says goodbye to it, she turns and notices me raising my dagger. She tries to scream, but I quickly cover her mouth and plunge the dagger deep into her abdomen.

Her once beautiful blue dress is now painted red as I continue to stab her body until she is no longer moving.

I stare down at the now deceased princess who lies with her own blood. Her blood paints the forest floor and the wildflowers. Even her blood manages to land on my right cheek as I clean it off with my gloved hand.

My eyes shift to the bloody dagger in my hand, then shift back to her corpse.

I am a bit saddened that I had to take her life away, but what's done is done, and I don't want to disappoint my queen's orders.

But at least she will be reunited with her family in the afterlife, for she is too kind and pure-hearted to learn that the world is cruel. People like me are cruel and selfish, and the prince whom she met with is no different either. I do not trust him.

I began to harvest her heart with my dagger and placed it inside the box. All I need to do now is to hide her and the evidence, and fortunately, I'm really good at it. That way, no one will know what happened to her as I ride back to the castle.

Her death will be passed off as nothing more than sickness tomorrow.

I entered the throne room and knelt down, raising the box to show her that I have succeeded in my task.

Y/n: "Here is the heart of Snow White that you wished for, Your Highness."

Queen Grimhilde smiled as she rose from her throne and walked towards me gracefully. She grabbed the box from my hands and placed her hand on my head, caressing my hair as she spoke.

Evil Queen: "Thank you, my dear faithful servant."

After hearing that, I smile up at her.

Y/n: "Of course, it is my duty to serve you, Your Highness."

She nodded and gestured with her hand for me to rise up and follow her behind. We went to another room where the Magic Mirror is.

She showed the box to it and spoke.

Evil Queen: "Magic Mirror on the wall, who is now the fairest one of all?"

Magic Mirror: "Snow White is the fairest one of all, for even in death, she remains the most beautiful one of all."

I gasp silently when she throws the box towards the mirror, shattering it into pieces. Queen Grimhilde glares at the now broken mirror, with hatred and rage filling her eyes as her hands fold into fists while she grits her teeth in frustration.

Evil Queen: "Even when she's gone, I'm still not as beautiful as her..."

I went up beside her and told her this.

Y/n: "Do not listen to what that mirror said, Your Highness. Even if what it said was true, it did not hold true for me, for I have always believed that you're the most beautiful one among the rest."

I gave her a smile and waited for her to respond. Queen Grimhilde turned to look at me in silence, and she too smiled at my words.

Evil Queen: "I am glad that I have you, my dear faithful servant."

At least, in her mind, there is someone who believes what she always believes - herself to be the most beautiful one of all.

[The End]

[starlight-court-dreamer]

THE WOLF OF SNOW - CAPÍTULO 1 | Ben Florian x OC

Casal: King Benjamin Florian x Nyaxia Badwolf (OC)

Havia cabeças decepadas penduradas no teto de novo.

Nyx suspirou e acenou para Marvin, um dos “funcionários” de seu pai, enquanto fechava a porta pesada do casarão e cruzava o salão principal. Os saltos ecoavam no chão de pedra, acompanhando o ritmo calmo do seu coração.

O seu pai estava de mau humor.

Uma cabeça decepada era de se esperar, é claro. Era uma regularidade à qual Nyx, por mais bizarro que pudesse parecer, já tinha se acostumado no tempo em que vivera ali... ou seja, desde que nascera. Mas naquele momento três cabeças pendiam do teto, bocas abertas em um grito silencioso, como se tivessem deixado essa vida em puro terror. E, se ela olhasse bem...

Argh, uma delas estava sem um dos olhos.

Nyx examinou o chão antes de dar outro passo, esperando desesperadamente evitar pisar no olho, como tinha acontecido algumas semanas antes, ao entrar na câmara de tortura do pai para passar uma mensagem. O grito que ela dera naquela ocasião foi quase inaudível, mas, caso acontecesse novamente, não dava para saber se manteria a compostura. Ela podia lidar com ossos saindo para fora dos membros ou quem sabe até um braço decepado, mas os olhos explodiam quando pisados, e esse parecia ser o limite que a mente de Nyx tinha traçado.

Ela deu de ombros e seguiu em frente. Um limite justo, se querem saber a minha opinião.

Mas isso era irrelevante. O tipo de horror que ela encontrava todo dia já não a perturbava como deveria. Talvez nunca a tenha perturbado, se pensasse bem. A necessidade de normalidade, ou o que ela achava que as outras pessoas do mundo acreditavam ser o normal, tinha perdido a força ou nunca existira, mas ela não ligava. O conceito de “normal” era para aqueles que não tinham a capacidade de expandir a própria mente para além do inimaginável. Era algo que sua mãe dizia em suas cartas durante a infância e, por algum motivo, era o único conselho que Nyx não conseguia ignorar.

Não havia como evitar, de qualquer maneira. Afinal, ela era a filha do Grande Lobo Mau. Nyx riu do próprio título, imaginando como o anúncio do cargo seria ridículo se fosse um emprego:

Deve ser organizado.

Deve gostar de ficar acordado até tarde.

Deve se sentir confortável e até apoiar incêndios criminosos, tortura, assassinato.

E não deve gritar quando houver, ocasionalmente, um cadáver em cima da mesa de jantar.

Em defesa do pai, ele só tinha feito essa última uma única vez desde que Nyx completara 12 anos. Ao chegar para o café da manhã com a pontualidade de sempre, ela cruzara a sala e imediatamente avistara o cadáver de um homem robusto esparramado em cima da mesa. Vários cortes pelo corpo, pedaços de carne faltando.

Ele tinha sido torturado antes de ser morto, isso estava claro, e o pai decidira despejar o homem na mesa de madeira impecavelmente organizada, que ficava bem ao lado do enorme e desorganizado escritório do Lobo Mau. Nyx nunca se esqueceria o olhar dele quando ela entrou, viu o corpo e então o encontrou na entrada do escritório. Ele simplesmente ficou ali, de braços cruzados, observando-a com atenção.

Ah, sim, pensara Nyx. Ele está me testando.

Nyx olhar de relance para o pai, sentindo um nó no peito pela maneira intensa como ele a encarava. Era quase como se ele desejasse que ela não falhasse, o que não fazia sentido algum... todos diziam que ela era a versão feminina de seu progenitor em todos os aspectos. Logo, ela com certeza não se incomodaria com um corpo quase em estado de decomposição na mesa de jantar logo pela manhã. Talvez estivesse com má digestão – devido às torturas daquela manhã e tudo mais.

– Bom dia, pai. Você gostaria que eu comesse com esse cavalheiro aqui, na mesa de jantar? Ou essa é sua maneira sutil de me dizer que deseja que eu leve o corpo para um lugar mais adequado? – perguntara ela com um sorriso amistoso no rosto.

Ele simplesmente arqueara a sobrancelha e, em seguida, afastara-se do batente da porta, caminhando até mesa – e o corpo.

Nyx contivera um suspiro enquanto ele se inclinava sobre a mesa e jogava o corpo por cima do ombro como se fosse um saco de batatas. Os olhos dele permaneceram fixos no dela enquanto se dirigia à janela mais próxima... e prontamente atirava o homem lá fora.

– Muito criativo o método de descarte, papai... Que tal se eu trouxesse uma xícara de elixir de caldeirão do Edwin? – O ogro que trabalhava na cozinha preparava todo dia aquela mistura marrom feita de feijões supostamente mágicos, acompanhada de doces feitos na hora. Ela nuca tinha ouvido falar da bebida fora do circulo familiar, mas melhorava a produtividade e parecia deixar todo mundo mais bem-humorado, cadáveres à parte.

Os lábios do alfa esboçaram um meio sorriso, e seus olhos escuros brilhavam com uma espécie de divertimento contido. Não estava exatamente sorrindo, mas era o suficiente para ela saber que ele tinha se saído bem.

– Sim, filhote, você sabe como eu gosto.

Desde então, ela não encontrara mais nenhum corpo na mesa ao chegar em casa, mas isso não significava que os últimos anos não tivessem sido desafiadores. Na maioria das vezes, o Lobo Mau costumava estar fora, provavelmente tocando o terror entre os morados da Ilha dos Perdidos de maneiras que ela às vezes preferia não pensar. Mas, algo lhe dizia que até um corpo na sua mesa seria mais divertido do que o humor dele naquele dia.

Porque sinais de decapitações excessivas só poderiam significar uma coisa: um dos seus planos contra a bruxa lagartixa chifruda tinha falhado pela terceira vez em dois meses.

Nyx suspirou mais uma vez ao se aproximar da interminável escadaria sinuosa. Ela parou e a observou por um instante, perguntando-se por que havia uma escada tão grande em um casarão quase caindo aos pedaços no extremo norte da Ilha.

Ao começar a subida diária, Nyx evitou a porta que surgia à sua esquerda após o primeiro lance. A porta que levava aos aposentos particulares do pai.

Só os deuses sabiam o que o alfa do clã Badwolf fazia na parte pessoal daquela vasta e decididamente sombria construção de pedra.

Sua respiração se manteve estável – embora nem sempre tivesse sido assim – enquanto ela subia para o segundo andar e seguia pelo corrimão à luz de velas em direção ao próximo lance, sentindo todos os cheiros que circulavam no ar.

O eco de um grito vindo das câmeras de tortura nos calabouços lá embaixo a fez parar. Ela arregalou os olhos por um momento, balançou a cabeça e logo voltou a subir as escadas.

Apesar de suas outras atividades claramente nefastas, o pai tinha um conjunto estranho e confuso de princípios que ele seguia à risca: o primeiro deles era nunca machucar inocentes – ou pelo menos, as pessoas inocentes na visão dele. Sua maldade era mais do tipo vingativa. Nyx também gostava de saber que sua lista de princípios incluía tratar as mulheres com o mesmo nível de respeito e consideração que os homens. O que, olhando em retrospecto, colocava o pai em um patamar acima de todos os vilões que conhecia.

O pai começara a lhe ensinar sobre o empoderamento feminino muito antes de Nyx começar a engatinhar.

“Mulheres fortes, não se fazem de vítimas, não fazem parecer lamentáveis, e não apontam os dedos, elas se levantam e lidam com a porra toda. Agora, levante-se, engula o choro, e tente novamente.”. Era o que seu pai sempre repetia quando ela tentava desistir de algo.

Soltando uma risadinha em meio a respiração controlada (Você não é uma cadela em trabalho de parto, filhote! Pare de ofegar, isso é humano demais),Nyx começou a subir o último lance de escadas – um covil do tamanho de um castelo e ele a fazia morar no andar mais alto? Maldade, teu nome é Lobo Mau.

Ao chegar ao fim do corredor, ela puxou a arandela dourada mais próxima ao vitral e deu um passo para trás enquanto a parede de tijolos se abria lentamente, revelando o salão de baile oculto que também servia como local de trabalho/covil secreto. Em seguida, entrou apressada na sala ampla enquanto a parede se fechada atrás dela e respirou fundo. O aroma fresco de pergaminho e tinta impregnava o ar de um jeito confortável e familiar que nunca deixava de fazê-la sorrir.

– Bom dia, filhote.

Seu pai estava encostado na mesa de jantar, bebendo o que ela tinha certeza de ser elixir do caldeirão.

Os anos preso na Ilha dos Perdidos foram generosos com Elijah Badwolf. Nyx observou seu corpo alto, o rosto forte e os olhos castanhos escuros que contrastam com sua pele branca pérola e Nyx lembrou-se do quanto puxara a ele. Os cabelos são de um castanho escuro, sempre cortados curtos. Ela nunca o vira de outra forma... Sempre o vira usando apenas roupas escuras. Seu pai sempre possuiu uma pose dominante e intimidante, nunca deixando que nada nem ninguém o colocasse de joelhos.

– Bom dia, pai. – Em seguida, ouviu-se um gemido abafado de dentro do escritório do pai. Arqueando as sobrancelhas e inclinando a cabeça para olhar atrás dele, acrescentou: – Manhã agitada, é?

O pai também arqueou as sobrancelhas em resposta.

– Bastante.

Balançando a cabeça como se estivesse incomodado com a própria resposta, ele começou andar em direção ao seu escrito fazendo um gesto para ela o seguir.

Merda. O que aconteceu agora nessa desgraça de Ilha?

[redhairedwolfwitch]

The Ice Princess - Evie x Fem!AK!Reader

Can you do a evie x reader where the reader is daughter of Elsa and she is really cold with people but she is really soft with evie. But the reader it's gonna be the queen of Arendelle. Sorry, my English isn't that good. I love you soooo much

Being the daughter of Queen Elsa of Arendelle put a lot of responsibility on your shoulders. Not only did you inherit your mother’s powers but you inherited her throne through being her heir, making you the Princess of Arendelle and the future Queen. This put a lot of stress on you as you were given lessons by your mother, preparing you to be Queen when you were old enough on top of your normal lessons at Auradon Prep.

The stress alone from that cut your extra-curriculars to zero and your free time was turned into studying either to be Queen or for your exams. You stopped talking to people if it wasn’t for a class or about an educational subject. You became cold. The Ice Princess. That’s what they’d call you.

You were always studying to the point that you had a designated spot in the library that everyone knew you’d be if you weren’t in class. Nobody had really seen you smile in a long time. You were cold, ignoring people who tried to bother you about things that weren’t your classes. Your cousins, Anna and Kristoff’s children could barely get words out of you. They were younger and didn’t have the throne of Arendelle in their futures like you did. You were the eldest. They didn’t understand the pressure.

Your mother knew the stress you were under though. She’d take you out sometimes into the mountains to practice your powers, teaching you to love them, not fear them as you relaxed.

You knew of Prince Ben’s first royal decree to give the children of the Isle of the Lost a chance to live a normal live in Auradon. But you also had a biology test that same day and you didn’t exactly have time to socialise and meet them. 

You were studying in the library when you heard Doug talking to someone or mroe than one... you didn’t look up and see. You glared at the paper based on how loud they were talking but you kept writing your essay on how the family is patriarchal based on previously existing sociological studies. You especially included royal families, linking to your mother’s words of how you could not marry a man you just met. Something a lot of royal families did not consider. You grimaced at that. Only your close family knew that you did not want to marry a man at all... you liked girls.

One day you were studying for a chemistry test when the chair opposite you became occupied by someone you’d never seen before. You continued to study as a light voice gently asked a question. “You’re Y/n right? Queen Elsa’s daughter?” You wanted to grimace at the question but that was who you were, what defined you. Queen Elsa’s daughter, the Ice Princess.

Your grimace disappeared at the fact you didn’t know this girl but... she was beautiful. “Yeah, and you are?” You asked, pausing in the middle of balancing a chemical equation to look at her. “Evie..." The bluenette replied, your eyes lingered on her t-shirt that said ‘Fairest’ on it before you nodded.

“How are you finding Auradon then?” You asked after a while, noticing how she was also studying chemistry. Were you in the same class and never noticed? “It’s really bright, a lot of princes, the food’s a lot better...” You frowned at this. “The Isle... how bad is it?” You asked, glaring at the paper as Evie frowned.

“What do you mean?” She asked, noticing how you’d slammed your pen on the table. “When I was a child, I grew up staring out at the Isle and the massive constant cloud over it, I’d always ask how people on the Isle grew food or kept warm...” You explained causing Evie to nod.

“There’s not much sunlight so nothing grows and we usually have small fires built but it depends on where you live. My mom and I had our castle but we stayed in one area of it because it was so big and overgrown...” Evie explained causing you to mumble under your breath. 

“My mother used to say it was on King Beast to whatever happened on the Isle and its condition... how did you get food if nothing would grow?” You questioned causing Evie to give you the most shocking answer to you ever.

“Oh, the barges would bring in leftovers and rejected food from Auradon, you just had to be careful not to get anything with too much mould on or anything.” Evie explained like it was perfectly normal to eat mouldy food.

“Something to throw at Ben since he’s trying to bring over children from the Isle...” You mumbled, writing down about health check-ups and dietary requirements.

“That’s the most I’ve seen Y/n talk to someone, ever...” Doug whispered to Evie as he walked past, smiling at the smile on Evie’s face. Maybe she was melting your cold facade.

///

You were frozen with everyone else at Ben’s coronation but you watched as Evie, Mal, Carlos and Jay chose good over evil and managed to defeat Maleficent as she turned into a lizard. You stood besides your mother and when everything was unfrozen, you smiled as you caught Evie’s gaze. Your mother smiled at this, raising an eyebrow as you glanced at her, flushing a light pink in the process which contrasted your light blue attire a lot to say the least...

Evie ran over to you in the after party, taking you to dance much to everyone’s shock as you actually agreed to dance with her. Evie hummed as she gently rested on hand on your shoulder and the other on your waist.

“I thought you’d refuse...” She admitted quietly causing you to raise an eyebrow at her, almost teasingly. “How could I refuse someone like you?” You asked, half being flirty, half genuinely wondering.. Evie smiled lightly at you in response, kissing your cheek to leave a light pink lipstick stain but you didn’t mind.

The only problem was how only your close family knew you liked girls. You had no idea how the rest of Auradon would react.

///

It was supposed to be a normal week leading up to Ben and Mal’s wedding. You’d refused many invites to be a guy’s date to the wedding, claiming you weren’t interested.

Of course Chad caught wind of that and downright asked a bit too loud if the reason you were not interested in any of the guys asking to be your date was because you had a humongous crush on Evie... in front of everyone, including Evie.

So you did the only thing that went through your mind in that moment as everyone went quiet and was staring at you. You ran.

Ran until you couldn’t feel eyes on you and the buildings morphed into trees and mountains. You didn’t realise the snow falling over Auradon Prep or around you until you stopped running.

“The snow glows white on the mountain tonight, not a footprint to be seen, a kingdom of isolation... and it looks like I’m the queen...” Your feet crunched under the frozen white powder, glancing back at Auradon Prep in the far distance.

“The wind is howling like this swirling storm inside, couldn’t keep it in, heaven knows I tried... don’t let them in, don’t let them see, be the good girl you always have to be, conceal, don’t feel, don’t let them know... well now they know...”

///

“Did Chad just out Y/n to everyone?” The murmured were cut short as Lonnie glanced outside. “Guys! It’s snowing!” 

Evie and Mal exchanged looks for a moment before your mother, Queen Elsa herself walked in.

“Where is my daughter? Where is Y/n?” 

“She ran after Chad outed her about liking girls...” Jane explained causing Elsa to give Chad a cold look before glancing outside.

“We have to go after her... this could be an eternal winter all over again.” Your aunt Princess Anna stated causing Evie to jump into action.

“I’m coming too!” Evie announced causing your mother to nod.

“Don’t think you’re leaving us behind!” Carlos stated as Jane, Jay and Lonnie all stood up. Mal just nodded as she stood next to Evie with Ben on her other side.

“Any idea where Y/n would have run off to?” Ben asked causing your mother to falter. 

“The mountains where I taught her to control her powers... the only place she felt relaxed.” Your mother realised causing Gil to grin.

“Ooh, maybe we can see a penguin!” Gil cheered causing Jay to grin back as Harry and Uma rolled their eyes.

“I want to help” Audrey announced quietly from next to Evie causing Evie to nod. “Might as well have a search party but we’ll have to stick together... no getting lost in a potential blizzard.” Your mother stated in agreement.

“Can’t you stop the snow? You and Y/n have the same powers?” Carlos asked causing Elsa to bite her lip. “Not exactly, Y/n has her father’s powers added to mine... we have to calm her down for her to regain control and stop all this...” 

“Well we better move before we get snowed in. Let’s go, guys!” Evie replied, heading towards the door you’d ran out from.