#queen ravenna fluff

[annie-creates]

Desperately by her side

Pairing: Queen Ravenna x reader

Genre: fluff (basically)

Words: 1400

Note: Right when I thought noone reads Ravenna fics anymore, I got such an amazing request! Thank you so much, I hope I didn't let you down.

The situation was slightly getting out of hand. Queen Ravenna was desperately trying to hunt Snow White down for weeks, even months at this point. And it was successfully getting her nowhere. Her guard always came empty handed, soldiers returning with nothing but dumb excuses for their incompetence. If she didn’t need to stay here and rule, she was starting to believe that even she herself would have a better success finding the girl. She needed for someone to finally get her and her patience was running thin.

“Finn!” She ordered for like the tenth time that day. “Why does everyone fail! It’s not that hard to catch a little girl, it’s not like she’s some witch!”

“Well she knows the land way better than our soldiers do…” the man was scared facing his sister’s anger.

“Then find me someone who does!” The queen orders and he scrambles away to execute it.

However unsuccessful they were trying to find Snow White herself, it didn’t take long to fins Y/n. Her reputation preceded her, Finn hearing all about the mighty warrior on his road. Apparently she knew the craft of swordwielding like no one else, and could track down her pray from weeks old tracks. Following precisely all the directions he was given from people in the village, he must have had the wrong house. Sure a woman that magnificent and skilled wouldn’t live in a small cottage in the middle of nowhere? He knocked non the less, asking your name.

“I’m looking for miss Y/n.” He barks, not wanting to waste any of his precious time.

“Yes, that’s me. What can I do for you?” You question with hands folded over your chest, leaning lazily on the doorframe.

“You?” His reaction didn’t offend you anymore, given your reputation no one ever expected the seemingly fragile girl of small stature.

“Yes, me.” You assure him, waiting for him to register the information.

“Then why do you..?” He critically eyed your small home with hardly three rooms, decorated cheaply but warmly.

“Did you come visit me to discuss my living choices?” You cut his train of thoughts, trying to get back to the topic.

“No, excuse me madam, I was just surprised.” He fixed his language and attitude back to someone who needs to employ you. “I come at the behalf of her majesty the Queen. Would you please accompany me back to the castle so she can discuss her offer with you?”

Judging by the few guards standing behind him at the forest road it wasn’t really a question, so you take your knitted sweater, place your sword by your hip and with a shrug of your shoulders you get into his carriage. The road wasn’t long, taking you straight to the capital city. Finn wasn’t one of the most talkative people you’ve ever met, honestly he wasn’t talkative at all. You thought maybe it was because of the knights riding with you, but maybe he was just like that. Quiet and intimidated by everything and everyone.

You stop at the courtyard and with just a quiet ‘follow me’ he takes you straight to the queen’s throne room. The walls are lined with pillars and guards, tall windows let in colored light and in the middle her throne stands, tall and cold, ruthless and strong as his lady appears to be. She wears a metal crown that makes you wonder if her head doesn’t hurt from the weight after a long day wearing it, her golden hair flowing down her shoulders. She’s mesmerizing, coldly gorgeous and mercilessly splendid.

You watch her as Finn runs to her side, whispering about you to her ear and she watches you intently. Her face changes facades from surprise to disbelief and it finally settles on something close to villainous satisfaction, an expression that leaves an unsettling feeling in your gut and makes your spine shiver in cold sweat. You have never seen a person of such angelic appearance with such an evil soul. It was like even the air around her was scared of her malice.

“My brother tells me you are an excellent fighter.” She states, her sight burying deep into your soul.

You stand in front of her stiff as one of the columns, mesmerized yet petrified at the same time. Now you understood why people spoke so highly but warily about her, maybe they were scared she’ll actually hear them. Her beauty had no comparison, but her presence put people on notice and her piercing eyes seemed to look right into the essence of your being.

“And you can track people?” her patience was clearly running thin, forcing you to answer her.

“Yes, your majesty.” Gaining up some of your courage and shaking her bewitching spell from your shoulders you step from foot to foot.

“Excellent. I have a little someone I need to find, yet my soldiers always return empty handed. You think you can find her?” She challenges you.

“I can find anyone.” You answer confidently this time. “What is their crime madam?”

“Let’s say she took something dear from me.” She plays with her words, charmed by your curiosity. “Say your price, I’ll give you anything you want if you bring me the girl alive.”

“You need to tell me who this lady is first, my queen.” Remaining polite you state your terms.

“Are you familiar with the girl named Snow White? I need her to come back here.” Of course you were, everyone knew the princess.

“No.” You shake your head shocking everyone in the room with your impudence.

“No?” Ravenna repeats in shocked disbelieve that someone had the audacity to oppose her.

“No. I know Snow White, and I know she wouldn’t have done anything to deserve your wrath.” Squeezing the handle of your sword for confidence you explain.

Before the queen could even register your determined resistance, Finn himself gave a silent order to the guards along the room. They all closed on you so fast you had hardly the time to even draw your sword, but your training and skill proved itself in a fight against the queen’s soldiers. Being pushed by Finn to leave the room and flee for safety, she couldn’t take her eyes off of you, gracefully moving between the armed men like in your own kind of dance, effortlessly cutting their limbs and piercing their bodies like it was nothing but a piece of fruit, your hidden muscles showing off now in a combat of death.

As she looses the sight of you, she’s not angry, she’s enamored. She didn’t care for the lives of her knights, they were nothing but her pawns in the great scheme of things. But you, you were truly something. As she paces the throne room now bathing in blood with her bare feet, lifeless bodies laying around like nothing but ragdolls, she admired your talent and skill, and adored your unrestrained personality. You were long gone, the guard watching you run out the city gates, and suddenly a feeling of longing settled in her chest.

For a moment she forgot all about Snow White and her petty disputes, remembering your pretty eyes instead. She couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to have such a strong, uncompromising woman by her side, mighty yet compassionate and gracious. She used to be like that herself, a long time ago before the world hardened her smooth skin and sharpened her warm eyes. How you managed to keep your pure righteous heart in this cruel place and time was an enigma to her.

“Finn!” She calls again as he crawls to her presence more frightened than ever before. “Find her. You did it once, do it again. Find me that girl.”

This time it wasn’t to threaten or execute you for your actions. She wasn’t mad at you, she wanted you desperately by her side. Not only would you be a perfect protector for a hated figure in her position of power, you seemed to have a wit many people could only dream about. You were determined, strongminded and you weren’t scared to disagree with her, yet you did so politely and non-judgmentally. Maybe protection of her life wasn’t the only reason she wanted to keep you close after such a short encounter. Maybe she would be able to see you as her equal friend and partner.

[my-blind-album]

“Don’t Test My Patience Child” - Queen Ravenna x Fem!Reader

Pairing; Queen Ravenna x Fem!Reader

Category; Fluff? Angst? Not sure

Warning(s); none

Summary; Snow White’s childhood best friend Y/n is kidnapped by the Queen’s guards and is asked by Queen Ravenna the location of Snow Whit but Y/n refuses to speak leaving the Queen with no choice but to keep her locked up in the palace till Y/n decides to come clean. Eventually Y/n does, but instead of the location of Snow White, Y/n reveals something else that leaves the Queen on edge. 

[Babes, don’t worry Y/n is obviously above 18<3] 

“Damnit!” 

The voice of angered woman echoes through the halls. The Queen is not in a good mood and Y/n knows this but still remains to anger her more. 

“Where is she?!” “I don’t know” “Don’t lie to me, you know where the fuck she is!” It’s true I do know but if I told her, she’d want nothing to do with me anymore and this is the only chance I have to being so close her. 

“My Queen, I can assure you, I don’t know where Snow White is” she scoffed. “Oh really?” there it was, that seductive tone that she likes to use when she tries to get what she wants, that same seductive tone I fell in love with as a child. 

***

“Mother, can I go and play in snow?” “Of course, my dear” Snow white scrambled off into the snow and played with her fellow animal friends. “Aren’t you going in as well?” The Queen asked the little girl beside her and watched as she shock her head and watched as Snow White was rolling on the white, cloud solid. The girl seemed in discomfort and Queen Ravenna noticed this. “Alright let’s go inside and I’ll give some hot chocolate, okay?” Agreeing to the Queen’s terms, Ravenna held the little girls hand in her own and walked her into the palace. 

Sitting on her bed, Queen Ravenna was cuddled up with the little girl next to her, in a warm blanket and a hot chocolate in hand. “Thank you, Your Majesty” a pinch on the little girl’s arm made her shout in pain and shock. “Y/n, we talked about this, call me Ravenna, okay?” “Yes, I’m sorry Ravenna” “Good Girl” Y/n couldn’t tell what was making her so warm, the feeling of the hot chocolate when it hit her tongue or the warm blanket wrapped around her and Ravenna or maybe Ravenna herself was making her feel this warmth inside of her. 

“What’s wrong my child?” noticing Y/n had zoned out, Ravenna asked in what sounded as if concerned and worried. “Nothing, Ravenna just...I’m grateful for all you’ve done me and I don’t know how to repay you” “Aw, my darling Y/n, you don’t have to repay me anything, you make my daughter happy and that’s enough” Y/n nods her head knowing that Ravenna would never let her repay her and it wasn’t up for debate. “And you make me happy and that’s enough, you’re enough! Okay?” “Yes” “Yes?” Ravenna exclaimed as if wanting for another word being said. “Yes Ravenna” “That’s my girl” 

*** 

“Y/n don’t try and play games with me right now” “I’m being serious, Your Majesty” a low and audible growl escaped the Queen’s soft pink lips. “What did I tell you about addressing me by that name?” “I didn’t think it would still apply now” “Oh, it does, so go on...say it” looking down to hide the pink tint that was emerging on her cheeks “Ravenna” “Louder” “Ravenna” “Look at me, when your speaking” Lifting her head, her heart nearly burst out of her chest as she notices that Ravenna was inches away from her face. The warmth she felt all those years ago were coming back. “Now, say it” Ravenna’s husky voice brought Y/n out of her trance. “Ra-” Ravenna places Y/n’s arms around her neck. “Mhm, Ra?” holding back the devil’s temptations, Y/n tried to concentrate on saying the name that laid on the tip of her tongue rather than the feeling of Ravenna’s hands sneakily making their way to Y/n’s waist closing the gap between their bodies and now the only gap left was the one between their faces. 

“Come on, I know you can say it” “Rav- Rav” “Come on, I know my little Good Girl can do it” Y/n was lucky that Ravenna hand her hands securing her waist or else her knees would have given up on her. Gathering all her strength she finally said, “Raven-” a kiss is planted on Y/n’s neck and this time she couldn’t hold it back. “Mommy!” Ravenna chuckles darkly at the fact that she managed to crack open her prey. “That’s my girl” 

THE END

[I really wanted to do this cause she’ll I’ve been thinking about<3]

[anyasivy]

I Think I Loved Her (Too) - Queen Ravenna x Fem!Reader

summary: [Y/N] had been the Queen's servant for quite some time. A time long enough for her to develop unwanted feelings. Only, she could never act on it. She shouldn't, really.

tags: angst, death, NO FLUFF AT ALL.

[english is not my first language! also i forgot the entire plot of both movies, dad played a clip on tv and i just got the inspo. sorry.]

Everyone knew of the Huntsman, and everyone knew of the incoming war between the Queen Ravenna and Snow White. It has been a thrill, these past few days, but most especially to the people who loathed the Queen. Seeing her weak and frail, growing "old" just like everyone-- the epitome of her reign, the reason why she was even Queen in the first place-- was now falling out of her touch. Which would indicate their freedom.

[Y/N] found the opposite. What was supposed to thrill her, scared her to death. And so, in place of Ravenna's brother, she had gone out of her way to kidnap girls the Majesty would find endearing. A gift. Or, as of now, gifts. Just until Snow White arrives. [Y/N] knocked gently on Queen Ravenna's chambers, the guards standing a few feet in front of it had given her a look. It's been weeks, after all. Weeks since Ravenna, rough as ever, slammed her against the very same doors while her lips were busy biting just hard enough to draw blood on [Y/N]'s neck. It was scarred for 2 days. [Y/N] wishes it had lasted longer. She hadn't anticipated for it to be the last, though. Damn Snow White.

With a weak yet firm voice, the Queen on the other side called out to whoever had disturbed her zoning out. "Who is it?" Never does it fail to astonish [Y/N] the commanding voice of Ravenna even at this state of her. The hairs on her neck stood the same since the first time she heard that voice. That soft, enchanting, tentative, yet hardened voice. One she could never read. She tried for all the time she had spent laying beside the Queen, who kept her at arms length every after sex. She never succeeded.

"It's [Y/N]," no reply. Not that it should sting, because Ravenna had made it clear she wasn't one to fuck and fall. [Y/N] was nothing but a release. Her beauty not even worthy to absorb. So why does it sting? "I have something for you, Your Majesty. Should I bring them here or take you to them?"

The quick rustling from behind closed doors answered the question, and [Y/N] knew Ravenna had taken offense at that. She was ready for it. A glare. A snark that would leave her sleepless tonight. A slap, even. But [Y/N] was always like that-- caring. And Queen Ravenna was always like this-- thinking every word of care was people belittling her abilities.

When the door opened, [Y/N]'s breath felt like it had catapulted into the sky. How could one think Queen Ravenna could ever be not beautiful? With those piercing eyes battling every fragility in her bones and with those lips [Y/N] had kissed multiple times and have been dreaming of for the past days? How could the mirror not think of her as the fairest? Just how the hell?

Those same eyes glower, and [Y/N] prepared herself for whatever it is.

She thought it'd never come.

Until it did.

[Y/N] felt the burn in her right cheek a second after, and she was in no doubt that it was burning red. It numbed for a little while, but after a beat or two it had tingled. It hurt. [Y/N] takes a sharp inhale, careful not to make it seem like she was pissed at Ravenna. She wasn't. She could never be. She wished she was. It'd make everything far easier. But oh heavens, she loves Ravenna in ways she had never loved someone. If beauty was what Ravenna wanted and if all beauty was what [Y/N] acquired, she'd knelt down and offered herself to the Queen with no regard for herself. Though it'd be ridiculous. Ravenna is beauty herself.

"Do not ever dare question me." She snapped, and [Y/N] felt her broken heart being thumped on repeatedly. Ravenna had used that tone many times. That line, too. It bothered [Y/N] as to why it still affected her.

She clears her throat before answering. Gather yourself. "Of course, Your Majesty." Her tone feigned a servant's politeness for their Queen. [Y/N] knew that was what she needed right now. To know she was still in charge. To know that even though people were calling her idiotic names in secret, she is powerful still. Power over them. Power over [Y/N].

At this, Ravenna takes a small step back, trying to stand much straighter. Perfecting her stance. [Y/N] mimics her, her eyes fixed on Ravenna's only for a split millisecond before they settled on the ground. She feared if she stared more, she'd break. She had missed the Queen. She had missed the way her heart beats like it was hunting a fast animal in the wilds. She had missed her touches, albeit rough and only ever sometimes soft, she badly longed for it again. It felt wrong to miss her this way, knowing there was something more worthy to think of at hand. Capturing Snow White, for instance. The thought of that girl had slipped away her mind the moment Ravenna stepped out of those doors, however. Somehow, whenever [Y/N] was in Ravenna's presence, every rational thought just seems to disappear into ashes.

"Where?"

[Y/N] takes a quick turn, her back now facing the Queen. She did not say any more needless words to avoid irritating the woman behind her even more. Instead, she paced fast and firm and led them both into the room she had kept every girl she captured that Ravenna would find lovely. Their hands were cuffed and secured tightly into the lower part of the walls, the small chain gave them little to no movements as they sat on the floor hopelessly. [Y/N] wanted to care or feel remorse for these innocents. It would feel better to know she hadn't thrown away her moral compass, at least not all of it. But Ravenna. Oh, Ravenna. If her Majesty wanted [Y/N] to slaughter everyone on sight, it'd be done within a matter of minutes. No questions asked.

One of the girls whimpered at the sight of the Queen, knowing what comes next. Only a handful of them had gone blank, their eyes giving nothing but acceptance. And the rest begged. Why doesn't it hurt? Why doesn't it ache, anymore? [Y/N] counted about 17 girls. 17 girls she had taken prisoners as sacrificial lambs. 17 girls with lives. She was once like these 17 girls, dreaming of love and rainbows, a future. So why does it not sting as much as Ravenna's looks and words to her earlier?

Ravenna tauntingly shushes the whole room. And that was what made [Y/N]'s heart jump. She steps aside and lets the Queen stride closer to the center of the room. Once again, her presence felt commanding. Like she, alone, could make the whole world fall to their knees with just one step of her foot. [Y/N] had. Countless times.

Time passed, and the screams of horror stopped. Ravenna's power could be felt from where [Y/N] was standing still, unfazed and with no guilt. Why would she be guilty? Ravenna was strong once again. The Queen, her Queen, felt in control once again.

[Y/N] notices the gentleness of Ravenna's breathing. When she turns to finally, finally, look at [Y/N], her gaze was fiercer. More confident. Beautiful, like always. [Y/N] fights the urge to run into her arms and confess just how much she had been waiting for this day. She fought it, of course. So, instead of screaming the love in her chest, [Y/N] says, "Is there anything else I could be of help with, my Queen?"

Ravenna raises a playful eyebrow, "Was this your doing?" She looks around the room. The youthful girls seemed like they'd gone through death. Old.

"I only did what I was told to do. To please you, that is."

"You always had a cheeky answer for everything, yet never a direct one." Ravenna muses. [Y/N] takes a deep breath at this comment, never really knowing if she were to say anything. If she should say anything at all. But the Queen had taken a step closer to her, there was a significant distance, however. "Pleasing me won't mean I'll be pleased. Nor will it mean I'll be fucking you all night as a reward. You think every hard work deserves reward."

It should hurt more. But [Y/N] was too focused on gawking over Ravenna's eyes to even formulate a quick response. Ravenna was too breathtaking. "I do not, Your Majesty. To please you is only doing my job. A life of serving a Queen like you is more than a reward."

"Cheeky, like I said." She softly chuckles. Not one of those who make your heart go warm, but one of those who make your heart go insanely wild. Ask [Y/N].

When silence started overtaking the whole atmosphere, and only the sickly wailing of what was once were young girls could be heard, [Y/N] decides to take a step closer. Only a step closer. Any more would mean disrespect.

"You have been greatly missed, my Queen." She should elaborate. Make it seem more impersonal. "By the Kingdom, of course."

The Queen crosses her arm, "Hmm, is that it? Are you certain they haven't been celebrating these past few weeks, thinking I'll be long gone?" It had been the truth. How it had slipped past her chambers, [Y/N] had no idea. Perhaps the mirror. It was always the mirror who distressed Ravenna, breaking her down into nothing. She'd claim it was a motivation to be more stronger, more beautiful. As if the figure in front of [Y/N] wasn't a masterpiece already.

"I've taken care of them."

"This has always been your problem. You care too much."

"Pardon me, Your Majesty. I'm only looking out for you." And your delicate feelings. Ravenna will never let it show, most especially to [Y/N], but Ravenna was as delicate as a glass. Only, she shatters where no one will see.

"You gawk too much, too." Ravenna frivolously smirks, and [Y/N] looks away.

Ravenna waited patiently for the cheeky come back this time, baiting [Y/N]. And of course she was baited. Who wouldn't be? "I apologize, it's been a while since I have seen you, Ravenna." She hadn't meant to address her without her title. Ravenna had strictly implemented that first-name basis was only behind her chamber's doors. And even then, it remained a privilege.

[Y/N] waited for another slap. This time, only the playful scoff came out. "No. You've always been gawking too much. I've been wondering why for a long time. You look at me like you wanted to decipher every inch of my face." Ravenna takes another step, and [Y/N] was sure they were only 4 feet apart. 4 more steps and she'd be closer. 4 more steps and she'd be face to face with the woman she is head over heels for. Just 4 more steps, and [Y/N] will crumble down to the floor at the sight of Ravenna so close.

She tries to keep her voice steady, "Maybe I do." The small change in Ravenna's manner made [Y/N] falter, but dauntlessness settled stubbornly in her chest. There was no way out, now. She had spoken with less fear. She'll be sticking with that.

"What?"

It took a hell of a lot of courage, but Ravenna was looking confused, as though she was now the one deciphering the woman before her. 

"You're beautiful, my Queen. Your beauty transcends and is beyond heaven and earth. And why, I want to know. I want to know just how every expression seems to be a product of wonder. Not one single flaw is visible for every second I spend staring at you. That's not-- am I not valid for wanting to adore my Queen?"

Silence. Too much silence. Even the 17 girls around them fell quiet at this. Had it sounded like a confession? [Y/N] doesn't know. Doesn't want to know. Because she fears if the answer was yes, this would be the end of it all. Of being with Ravenna. Of being in her presence. She can't let that happen. She'd rather die.

Ravenna was looking at her so intensely. Her eyes bore right into her soul, searching for something. What was it? [Y/N] can't pinpoint, and she was starting to breathe rather heavily at this whole ordeal. Her heart felt like it was closing in. Ravenna was going to be her undoing. Her death. And her resurrection. With only that look, surviving already seems impossible.

One more second of this and [Y/N] will die.

Sensing it, Ravenna's lips curled into the side. "Cheeky."

Was that going to be all? [Y/N] pauses, she can't seem to think of anything clearly. She can't think. But her mouth agape, and words came out before it could click into her mind. "I apologize." Her voice sounded just as frail as those of the girls who Ravenna took youth from. Just as weak. Just as helpless. Heavens, was [Y/N] helpless.

"Do not."

[Y/N] slowly nods her head. Oxygen was starting to come back into her lungs, thankfully. Ravenna had stopped her intentions of stepping even closer, too. And in a way, [Y/N] was grateful even though she had wished for the opposite a while ago.

If that eyes of Ravenna's had gravely affected her, imagine what could happen to [Y/N] if lines were crossed as of this moment.

Gosh, she felt weak.

Ravenna looks at a distance, far away from where [Y/N] stood and into one of the girls. "What would you do if I let you go?" she spoke with so much neutrality it took a long time for [Y/N] to take it in.

What did she just say? "What?"

"You care too much. And you're saying things like these. I wouldn't complain much had I been decades younger. There would've been a time I'd let those words be the only thing to run around in my head." Ravenna shakes her head, in dismay of herself. She paces across a small, invisible line. Her thoughts rummaged back to the past when she was naive, still. A fool. "It did not end well."

[Y/N] could sense herself shattering any second now. "Ravenna..." She needed to take it back. The Queen needed to take that absurd question back. Why was she even entertaining it in the first place? Has it been in her mind for a long time? Has she already decided? With every second passing by, [Y/N]'s heart pounded harder and harder against her chest. It was aching too much. Far too much.

"Even that, you think you can just say with no ease. You think I'd gone soft, haven't you? That I have gotten a soft spot for you. I do not. In return for this foolishness, I'm letting you go." Foolishness, she had called it. But it was different. Couldn't she see it? 

[Y/N] felt desperate.

"But I--"

"You love me. I'm not an imbecile. I know the look of love when I see one. You reek of it."

Her heart stopped. The world stopped. Her ears rang annoyingly. Her hands trembled. Her legs felt like wobbling, and she questions whether she could stand still for the entirety of this.

"Would it be so wrong? I am not asking for anything back." Her voice wavered and shook. Weak. Fragile. Frail. All the fucking synonyms of a fool in love.

Ravenna tuts. The expression on her face made it seem like she found all this astounding. Like what [Y/N] felt for the woman was shallow. It wasn't. It goes deeper than that. "The feeling is wrong itself, already. Of all people, you should have known that. Perhaps it was my mistake to trust myself with you. Yes. But I am fixing that by letting you go. Run off to whatever Kingdom you please, I will not care." She turned around, facing the girls. She'd admit the amazement that prickled her skin the moment she sat eyes in the room. 17 girls, [Y/N] had captured solely for her. Not even her brother could pull that off. With a push, maybe. But [Y/N] hadn't asked for any push. [Y/N] hadn't been asked to do anything, at all.

But still. Ravenna is stubborn. And this was going to just bite her ass in no time if she lets this go for far too long-- if it hasn't been long already. 

She had noticed it a week before Snow White escaped. Ravenna never paid much attention to [Y/N] until she had sparred with her brother. It was all just sex, like she swore to herself. And it wasn't like [Y/N] was the only one she was fucking. There were plenty of them. But the moment her brother thumped hard on the ground, [Y/N] on top of him as she pressed the back of her knife onto a vital part of his neck, only Ravenna really noticed the looks. She'd sit on her throne in silence, and [Y/N] would stare like she was one to worship. She'd pretend to sleep after a night with her, and she could feel eyes raking her every part. Ravenna was no fool. She has known [Y/N] for quite some time. She had contemplated confronting [Y/N] about it early on, but Snow White escaped. And she had to deal with that first. Now was the time. Before the war. She needed to focus on that.

Not on [Y/N] eyes.

"You can't do this. Please." [Y/N] pleaded pathetically. Ravenna could only scoff. "I will stop myself. I will put a distance between us. I'll ensure you'll never have to deal with this. Just don't let me go."

Ravenna shrugs her shoulders, never meeting her eyes again. She focused on the once redhead, now looking atrocious. "Cute. But I already have too much to deal with. You're one less problem, darling. I expect you to be gone by daylight. If not, you know the drill."

She knows the drill. Has known for a long time. So before [Y/N] could begin her desperate pleas, Ravenna has swiftly left the room, taking advantage of her newfound strength. She missed feeling this powerful.  She missed this control. She just needs to defeat Snow White, now. And she'll be back sitting in silence on her throne. Her Kingdom will never have to doubt her again.

What Ravenna hadn't expected the day after she had confronted [Y/N], however, was her body. Her hands and legs tied tightly with a black rope. A piece of clothing wrapped around her mouth. Lifeless.

Everyone knew of the Huntsman. The man who betrayed Ravenna and chose to side with Snow. He was the best, at least to her useless brother. He had one careless and insulting mouth, haunting no respect to her as his Queen. She should've known that although Snow White was merciful, he wasn't as much.

Ravenna knew of the Huntsman, but she'd never anticipated being greeted early in the morning at her Palace-- [Y/N]'s body tossed into the center of her throne room like she never was once a person. Never once hers.

Anger and desire overtook Ravenna for most of the war. Not [Y/N]. Not the fact that the person who's ever looked at her with the greatest adoration and affection known to mankind was dead and gone. She can't focus on that. Not yet. The Huntsman had been smug all throughout. A look that says, "Got ya on that one, didn't I?" was displayed on his face.

Freya, who had gone to defend her sister, had taken the job to decapitate that face. He may have been her child, but betrayal stung more than any affection Freya had for him.

And so, they won the war. Ravenna won the war.

So why does she not feel victorious? She was an immortal, now.

"Ravenna, could you not consider it for one second?" Freya said, her attention shifted from the chess board to her sister. This was her last day in the Kingdom, and Ravenna's defences had gone astray-- she'd allow herself just this time to tell her sister about everything. How she let [Y/N] go, and how Snow White's men had captured her. How she fought to death for Ravenna. For her fucking name.

"I don't love, Freya. Not like that." Her lips thinned, and the tearing apart of her own heart was so vast she had thought perhaps she could die. Which was silly because she's never going to die. That fact provided little comfort. "I did not love [Y/N]."

"You said it yourself. You felt numb the moment the guards took her body to you." Freya justifies, and Ravenna finds herself entertaining the idea momentarily. "I've found love doesn't necessarily weaken someone. Not if you know how to control it. And you, of all people I know, have the greatest control. You shouldn't feel terrified of love."

Ravenna chuckles bitterly, "You sound like a little child again." It wasn't a snark, nor was it an insult, the expression on Ravenna's face wasn't so readable as she crossed her arms and leaned against her chair. Lost in her thoughts.

"And you sound broken, Ravenna." 

"I let her go, told her I never cared. I let her go and now she's--" She cut herself off, recalling the eyes of what once screamed of love lay dull and lifeless. Seeing [Y/N] like that had cut deeper than she would've thought. She had been wrong. She had made a mistake. A grave one. And it cost her this. Ravenna bit her lip, her voice shook when she finally said, "I think I may have loved her, Freya."

"Ravenna," Her sister frowns, standing up to console the Evil Queen. "I am so sorry."

"I think I loved her, too."

[merci-bitch]

Hey! I love your fanfics! Would you write more for Charlotte Field and maybe Queen Ravenna? X

Queen Ravenna x fem!reader, 

NSFW Alphabet

Sure! I already have some more Charlotte on the way, so it only seemed fitting I’d give our Queen some attention. :) 

warning(s): obv smut, nsfw, fluff?

Not my gif!

- Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Well, if you’re someone she really trusts and actually loves I think that she’d be okay with it. You would lay your head on her chest, and she would play with your hair. Since Ravenna isn’t the biggest lover, girl doens’t know how :(, it’ll take time, but once she knows she can trust you, she’ll be more comfortable showing a softer side around you.

- Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

She’d like your eyes. How they showed her fear when you started working for her as a maid, and then how they suddenly only show love and devotion for her. They tell her everything. You can’t lie or hide anything from her, she knows. She just has to look into your eyes and they’d tell her everything. 

Your favourite part of Ravenna would also be her eyes, but also her hands. That woman has got strong hands, if ya know what i mean...

- Cum (anything to do with it basically)

She’d love to stick her fingers in your mouth with either your taste or hers. She gets that glint in her eyes. 

- Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Exhibitionism...

- Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

To be fair, I think she’s had her fair share of experience. Even though the time period, I think she might have used a maid once or twice to get off. It was rare, but perhaps it did happen once or twice. She might have killed them afterwards for their beauty. 

And of course she’s got experience with men but girl is obv tired of them. 

- Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

She likes positions where she can look you in the eye, perhaps grab your throat. She wants to see you. See how you let a wave of pure bliss wash over you because of her. It boosts her ego. 

- Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

It wouldn’t exactly be a laughing moment as it’s very serious to her, but I don’t think she would hold up on a smile here and there. A teasing one specially. 

- Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Again despite the time period, I think she does what she can to keep it trimmed. So she doesn’t have a lot of hair, but there’s some hair, yes. 

- Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

I think it would be somewhat romantic, not like with roses or anything but since it is somewhat serious to her. I think she cares for the special moments. 

- Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Well, I wouldn’t exactly say she does it, but she knows how. 

- Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Choking, orgasm denial, exhibitionism, knife play, blood play, little pit of power play, 

- Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Her bedchambers. 

- Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Ravenna gets jealous easily, and when she has her eye on someone that’s hers, and she sees someone else showing interest in what’s rightfully hers, you betya she will drag you away to rpove to you who you belong to. 

- NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Share you. Kill you, let anyone else touch you. 

- Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

She loves the devotion in your eyes when you go down on her. She does like the look of pure bliss in your eyes as she makes you feel when she goes down on you. 

- Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends on her mood. If she’s feeling soft, it’s more gentle and not as much teasing but if she was perhaps jealous? oh boy, get in for a rough night. 

- Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

I think she likes them? She wouldn’t call it a quickie but would mostly use them when she just needs a stress relief fast. 

- Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Well, I must say there has been an incident where her darling was feeling rather bold during a night of pleasure. Her dear brother had knocked on her bedroom door during her moment of bliss, and of course her darling kept going and even dared to cover her mouth. *gasp* 

- Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

She can last as long as she sees fit. You might get tired after a few rounds. Ravenna can last all night. 

- Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

They didn’t exist. 

- Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Have you seen the woman. There is no question about how unfair she is.

- Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

She can be loud, but she will make you scream. 

- Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Well lingerie wasn’t really there yet, but she either wears just silk knickers or nothing. 

- Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

It’s hiiiiiggghhhhhhhhh

- ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

She lies awake after you’ve fallen asleep. Sometimes it can go hours or sometimes it’s just minutes. 

[deathbxnny]

Hi can I request x male reader, but before the details can I request multiple character from different games and do you know about nijisanji it's a vtuber agency, so the reader is like ice queen freya from the huntsman winter war

Freya, also known as the Ice Queen, was the secondary antagonist and anti-hero of The Huntsman: Winter's War.

A powerful sorceress with the ability to manipulate ice and snow, Freya was the second-born daughter of an unnamed sorceress, the younger sister of Queen Ravenna and the older sister of Finn, the secret lover of the late Duke of Blackwood, and the mother of her late infant daughter and Sara's adoptive mother.

Although she seemed to be as cold, ruthless, and manipulative as her sister, Freya was also as much a victim of tragic circumstances I as Ravenna had been, and showed in numerous instances that she still had retained some semblances of decency and compassion. Ultimately, she proved to be a sympathetic character, especially given how she helped Eric to destroy her evil sister once and for all. Though this act of redemption cost Freya her very life, her open rejoicing at seeing Eric and Sara reunited in love before she died was a testament of sorts to her never being truly evil, and that she had finally found peace in seeing the power of love conquer all

And the character is gepard ( hsr ) kevin kaslana ( hi3rd ) , Vlad ( ikemen vampire) , vox akuma ( nijisanji)

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A/N: So, I wasn't exactly sure what you wanted me to write about necessarily, so I pieced something together for you. Also, I do not know who Vlad or Fox Akuma are, so I only limited this to Gepard and Kevin. Thank you for the request!<33

Content: Established relationship, some angst, fluff, mentions of self sacrifice, hurt/comfort(kinda), post eruption Kevin, sfw

Reader has no mentioned pronouns, but is asked to be male!

((Not fully proofread))

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》Gepard Landau

He noticed quickly, that you aren't as cold and heartless as most described you as. He was able to easily get through the ice walls you built around your heart and make you finally feels some love and care.

He knows you've had a troubled past and therefore does his best to replace the sad memories with good one's. He swears on his life as a Captain, that he won't ever let you slip into that dark place you were once in ever again.

With that said, he understands your need to end your evil sister and is more than willing to help you out with all the resources he has at hand. What he however won't accept, is you sacrificing yourself. He'll find a difficult solution to this and would be even willing to find his own end, if it meant for you to stay alive and live on with a better life.

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》Kevin Kaslana

Kevin was a cold and cynical person himself, even if he found some compassion through meeting and falling in love with you. He quickly noticed how your own cold and heartless demeanor was just a facade, something that changed him in many ways. You showed him how to live a better life, despite the darkness in his heart.

Which is why he shows his gratitude for you by directly confronting you and telling you to be yourself. Sure, his approach may be harsh as most things are with him, but he doesn't want his love to be hurt any longer. Despite how he was, he was still able to mend your broken heart, something he denied being a big deal out of stubbornness.

With that said, however, he is too selfish to let you just sacrifice yourself to end your evil sister. He doesn't see him losing you as worth it and therefore take it into his own hands. You're the only thing keeping him sane in his miserable world and he'd be damned, if he lost you over something like this.

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A/N: I hope this was okay and am sorry, if it wasn't really good... I thank you again for the request however!<33

[agathaandbrienneslesbian]

Other Characters Masterlist

🌸 = Fluff // 🔥 = SMUT // ⚡️= angst // 🌤️ = Hurt/Comfort

Galardiel

coming soon

Hela

coming soon

Lady Lesso

coming soon

Ravenna/ Evil Queen

coming soon

Vanessa Shelly/Afton

coming soon

Cruella DeVil

coming soon

Nadja of Antipaxos

coming soon

Elphaba

coming soon

[camilaxmartin]

request here: click!

-> people I AM writing for at the moment have a „✭” next to their name (some are added strictly for kinktober!)

->i’m only writing for fem readers!

->feel free to request: fluff / smut (not with the kids tho) / angst / one shots / headcanons (anything actually)

->i am not obligated to write your request if i dont feel comfortable or just don’t feel like it:)

->please be patient with me, my motivation to writing is kinda funky and also i have a life besides tumblr so there’s a possibility i won’t get to your request asap!

now, who i am writing for:

STRANGER THINGS

robin buckley

nancy wheeler

steve harrington

eddie munson

chrissy cunningham

MARVEL

natasha romanoff ✭

wanda maximoff ✭

carol danvers

yelena belova

kate bishop

shuri

pepper potts

nebula

peggy carter ✭

sharon carter

sylvie

loki

agatha harkenss ✭

rio ✭

TEEN WOLF ✭

lydia martin

allison argent

malia tate/hale

FRIENDS ✭

monica geller

rachel green

pheobe buffay

LUCIFER ✭

mazikeen smith

chloe decker

ella lopez

eve

PITCH PERFECT

beca mitchell

chloe beale

aubrey posen

CHARLIZE THERON

lady lesso from “school for good and evil”

lorraine broughton from “atomic blonde”

queen ravenna from “snow white and the huntsman”

elaine markinson from “gringo”

BROOKLYN 99

amy santiago ✭

rosa diaz

gina linetti

jake peralta

SHADOW AND BONE

inej ghafa

zoya nazalensky ✭

genya safin

nina zenik

alina starkov

SCREAM

gale weathers ✭

sidney prescott ✭

jill roberts ✭

sam carpenter

kirby reed

AHS

violet harmon ✭

madison montgomery ✭

zoe benson ✭

maggie esmerlda

misty day ✭

FNAF

vanessa shelly

MEAN GIRLS (2004) ✭

regina george

gretchen wieners

karen smith

HAZBIN HOTEL

velvette

carmilla carmine

lute

rosie (not at the moment!)

sera

emily

odette

TOTALLY SPIES ✭

sam

clover

alex

SAW

amanda young ✭

TWILIGHT ✭

alice cullen

rosalie hale

DC

selina kyle - catwoman ✭

pamela isley - poison ivy ✭

harleen quinzel - harley quinn

OTHERS

loraine warren from conjuring universe

sister irene from conjuring universe

[ao3feed-nalu]

What Once Was Lost

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/xo3h9AN

by The_Sands_Of_Time

Ravenna Wintersong is the foster child of the Ice Dragon Queen Kayerith. She desperately wants to see her mother again. Fearing that something terrible has happened to Kayerith, she has searched for her for the past seven years to no avail. Now on the run from a past that haunts her, the powerful ice mage's only hope is finding Salamander, the only other Dragon Slayer she's heard of. But, what she finds might be more than she bargained for....

Words: 2945, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Fairy Tail

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Original Characters, Gray Fullbuster, Natsu Dragneel, Lucy Heartfilia, Laxus Dreyar, Zeref Dragneel, Mavis Vermillion, Juvia Lockser, Cana Alberona, Erza Scarlet, Mirajane Strauss, Gajeel Redfox, Levy McGarden, Evergreen (Fairy Tail), Bickslow (Fairy Tail), Freed Justine, Elfman Strauss, Igneel (Fairy Tail), Gildarts Clive, Wendy Marvell, Happy (Fairy Tail), Pantherlily (Fairy Tail), Charle | Carla, Loke (Fairy Tail)

Relationships: Gray Fullbuster/Original Female Character(s), Natsu Dragneel/Lucy Heartfilia, Laxus Dreyar/Original Female Character(s), Levy McGarden/Gajeel Redfox, Jellal Fernandes/Erza Scarlet, Zeref Dragneel/Mavis Vermillion, Evergreen/Elfman Strauss, Gray Fullbuster/Juvia Lockser, Loke (Fairy Tail)/Original Female Character(s)

Additional Tags: Developing Relationship, Developing Friendships, Bonding, Falling In Love, Fluff, Angst, Drinking, Other Ships Not Mentioned in Tags, Multiple Partners, Flirting, Friends to Lovers, Friendship, Strangers to Lovers, Romance, Love, Dragon Slayer Magic (Fairy Tail), Fairy Tail Dragon Slayers, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Baggage, Emotional, Past Sexual Abuse, Minor Injuries, Soulmates, Drama & Romance, Slow Build, Sex, Adult Content, Grief/Mourning, Kissing

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/xo3h9AN

[cheemken]

one thing I love about da is that you guys didn't make Fluff the nicer one, nor did you made Angst the evil one

you two gave it more depth, that within the kingdom walls, Fluff is not the so called "kingdom of dreams" as people seemed it would be, instead, it's like every kingdom that's royally fucked up no matter what kind of mask they wear.

And Angst wasn't all just heartless monsters despite the claims that they were. Oswald was once nice, right? And so is queen Ravenna mentioned in the final chapters, seeing as she wanted to unite the two kingdoms

I especially love how it's a king of Fluff who ignited the war in da, not someone from Angst

you guys are amazing! More power to you

Yeah, the kingdoms are fucked up in their own ways, and it'd suck if we just stuck with "Angst bad, Fluff good," because I'm certain for a damn fact no kingdom, especially Fluff with how powerful they are amongst the other kingdoms, is that fucking nice.

But hey! Glad you like how we wrote the kingdoms and such! Hahaha

Have uwu

🍫🍫🍫🍫🍫🍫🍫🍫🍫🍫🍫

[lady-phenix]

The marquess stayed as long as she could, leaving only to tend to little Arthur, who seemed to realize that his "papa" was finally back. The little guy was now an adorable ball of mostly red fluff. He was a little bigger now of course but still small enough to fit snuggly in his mother's arms, and he loved being in a sling across her chest.

Her little red owlet was Phenix's world and she loved him so much. When she first heard she was having an egg, she couldn't imagine ever loving any offspring by Andras. But when she had his egg, it just all seemed to click. Arthur wasn't just his, he was hers too. Hell he was more hers than his it turned out. Phenix wanted to keep it that way, as she wanted her boy to be better than that. And he would be, she would make sure of that.

She was slowly rocking Arthur to sleep in the chair next to Striker's bed, singing a tune softly, hoping to not wake either.

"Son, beauteous and pure, faithful and small. Actually, you were breaking my fall. You came, saw, and conquered, lit up my life. I'm busted and tired now. But I'll be alright. I will be here when you wake up. Here when you cry. Here when you crawl. And here when you walk. I will be here when you need me. Here when you run. And here when you fall...".

She honestly didn't think she'd make a good mother. Her own had died when she was so young, and the most Phenix knew about parenthood and all was from books and journals Queen Ravenna left behind. But she had made it this far with Arthur and she was proud of that, and proud of him.

Phenix glanced over at the still sleeping imp, and she began to wonder about what ahe thought of before. The first time he had held Arthur's egg, he'd been so careful but when he got the hang of it, it seemed almost...natural. well maybe that was the wrong word. Experienced was more like it. A part of her wondered if he had indeed been a father before. If he was, what happened? It wasn't her story to inquire about, no. No, if what she believed was true, Phenix wouldn't have him think about something so awful for the sake of her own curiosity.

No, if ever he did want to talk about that, it would be on his time and terms. And Phenix promised herself, and him in her mind, that she would listen and support however he needed. There was so little she knew about him, and yet the marquess couldn't help but feel drawn in. Even before he killed Andras, she was curious about his hatred towards her kind. Something just felt so personal about it...

She would wait. Give him time to feel safe enough with her to open up. He deserved that, as anyone who went through something awful did. Phenix would be there, whatever Striker or her sweet Arthur needed...whatever those who depended on her needed...

From the Ashes

(A closed rp with @helluvaoutlaw)

There was no other choice, no other chance. She had endured it for ten years. The lying, the gaslighting, the attacks on her person from her husband's despicable mother, and all the abuse she endured from him. When it was just her, she could take it. But now there was so much more at stake. The minute she received confirmation, Grand Marquess Phenix of the Ars Goetia had to think of a plan. There was no way she was about to let her child grow up in that environment...never.

She snuck out during her period of isolation, some of her things having been packed by a few trusted members of the palace's staff. Among them were some more casual clothes, two of her mother's journals, her locket ring, and some jewels for her to sell to hopefully fund her new life. She also had some food and water packed, hopefully enough to last her until she settled somewhere. The egg, a brilliant crimson color that shined metallic under the light, was nestled to her chest by way of a wrap, so to keep it warm. Phenix had thought of painting her feathers a different color so she wasn't entirely recognized, but time was of the essence and the night was fading fast. She smuggled herself and her egg out of the palace, and away from the House of Andras to hopefully find something better, or at least somewhere safer...

Phenix knew wrath was the most unlikely place for her to go, most likely the last place Andras would look for her and the egg. She dared to hope nobody else would get hurt because of this, but she needed to worry about herself and the little one she was holding. She knew it was a harsh place, and her supplies could only last so long. Phenix fought off a few of the hunters who tried to come after her, Andras having already set a bounty on her.

But she could only last so long without direction, and with her supplies nearly gone, her strength was fading. The quetzal like demoness held her egg to her chest as she curled up, feeling the the last of her strength leave her. Her bag was close by, still with most of her stuff in it. Phenix put her head to her egg, wanting so badly to sob but knowing she couldn't. But it broke her to know she failed her little one.

At least no one can say she didn't at least try.

"I'm so sorry baby..." she thought, "mama's so...so sorry" her four eyes closed as an oddly peaceful darkness took her mind...

[annie-creates]

The biggest star

Pairing: Queen Ravenna x reader

Genre: fluff

Words: 1500

Note: It's another International Women's Day so let's celerate with something a little different this time, I got inspired by the Pearl's quote. There's not many Ravenna fics being written so I hope you'll like this one.

With the early morning sunrise you got out of bed ready to feed the few animals you took care of at your parents’ farm and prepare the dough for a fresh loaf of bread. Every morning started like this, ever since you could remember. You took care of your responsibilities and duties, cleaning around the house or taking care of some gardening. Your mother prepared all the goods you were going to be selling at the town market that day and your father tended to the fields and cattle.

“Don’t forget to get all the fresh eggs.” Your mom reminded you as you prepared today’s commodities.

“Yes mother.” You nod, no matter how old she had a habit of reminding you of everything, just to be sure.

The road to the town square was bumpy as always but lucky enough you didn’t live far away enough to encounter any robbers or muggers. There was a stall by stall, your neighbors selling baked pastries or meat. Your family’s business was more in eggs, milk and vegetables. You helped reach, pack and hand over packets amongst packets of goods, happy that today is gonna be a good day for your business. With the money you make you’ll buy other things you weren’t able to provide for yourself like flour or leaven.

“Mother, can I go take a look around?” You begged tired of standing in one place all day.

“Fine, but don’t take too long.” She waved you off.

Your eyes sparkled with joy and you took off exploring the town you knew all too well already. Back when you used to go to school you traveled here by foot almost daily, but since you turned thirteen you were tied up at the farm with work. You’ve learnt to read and count, but there wasn’t much more needed in your life. You lived day by day identical to the previous one and it was incredibly tiring to you. You wanted to see more of this world. Live in all the places the merchants who sometimes visited your town told everyone about.

As you neared a group of women with one of the queen’s guards in the middle, the gathering peaked your interest. It was known that queen Ravenna wasn’t one to visit around or get out of her castle too often, and the same was true for her guard. Sure, some of the lower ranked soldiers always overlooked gatherings like this, but this man’s uniform proved he was ranked much higher and was one of the closest to the queen, so his appearance was certainly unusual.

“Slowly, ladies, you all can take your chance tomorrow.” He commanded the crowd giving out some instruction slips. “Here, you, take one too.”

He pushed a pamphlet in your hand as soon as you got close enough to be within his reach. Reading the few lines written on there, you learned that the queen is looking for a handful of new maids and ladies fitting at the court to keep her company. Could this be the chance you’ve been waiting for? All the ladies chatted around you about how interesting and undeniable chance this was. One that comes only once in life. That got you convinced, even if they didn’t choose you in the end, you wouldn’t be able to live with yourself knowing you passed on such a chance.

When you got home that evening, you prepared dinner with a bit more enthusiasm and ate faster than anyone has ever seen you do before, ready for this day to end so the next one can begin. You took care of braiding your hair before going to bed to have some pretty waves in the morning, cleaning your face and brushing your teeth extra good. As you went to bed, you took a moment to pray to the universe.

“Please lord, make me the biggest star the world has ever known. So that I make it far, far away from this place.” You didn’t know what star you wanted to be, but as far as it got you a different life, you didn’t care.

You could hardly sleep from the excitement for the next day, rising even before the sun could and running around your chores the fastest and best you could. You got out your best dress you only used for weddings, funerals and church visits, hoping it would be good enough for the queen. Will you get to meet her? From what you heard her grace and beauty was like no other, and her magnificence preceded her. Ready for breakfast and to get to the part of town stated at the pamphlet in time, you arrive at the table.

“And where are you going off to in your best dress?” your mother wondered.

“There’s a selection for queen’s escort today in town, I thought I’d give it a shot.” You admitted unsure of your parents’ reaction.

“Queen’s escort? You?” she scoffed. “You better not slack on your duties because of this nonsense.”

“Of course not mother.” You didn’t expect your family to be supportive of your goals but it still stinged.

When you finally arrived at the town hall where the choosing was taking place, there were some more guards and other officiants. You’ve learnt they are the ones responsible for the first selection, picking only a few of the dozens of girls who auditioned to come to the castle and start learning all the tasks that come with living along the queen. Some would be then chosen as maids, some would find themselves amongst chefs or seamstresses and only a few would get the chance to become the queen’s escort. Or you could fail completely and they’ll send you back home as fast as you came.

As they picked and chose what girls to take with them and who to turn down, the lucky ones squealed with happiness and the other ones cried. When it came to your turn, two of the men examined you with eagle eye, finally deciding to let you pass. A big rock fell off your heart so hard it must have been heard through the hall. You were in. You were gonna come to the castle and learn to become one of queen’s closest people. You couldn’t believe your luck. As you stepped in their carriage and let it take you towards your new destiny, you hoped to not let anyone down, especially yourself.

As you arrived at the castle and got settled in crowded rooms for servants and valets, another harsh regime started. You spent days and weeks learning and observing all the different tasks performed around the place. Every night you went to sleep exhausted and every morning you had to get up with a smile on your face. But as some of the girls started falling off your hard endeavor started to pay off. After a few weeks you started learning around the queen, your first meeting being unforgettable.

“Good morning.” She greeted you from her throne and you all bowed low. “I see we have some great adepts here. I hope you all will raise to the occasion and become wonderful.”

She was fierce and strong, that much was evident. All the stories of her beauty fell short as she looked like the embodiment of an angel to you. It was a moment you couldn’t get out of your head for a long time and every time your training got hard, you reminded yourself that this is exactly what you’re going through all this for. To serve the queen however she pleases. Her charm and grace hardly left your mind and with every meeting you worshipped her more and more. You were so smitten with her character and glamor you felt like you could hardly breath sometimes.

After two months spent with the queen you all were finally done with your training ready to become permanent residents of the castle. You hoped and prayed wherever they assigned you you’d get to meet her at least sometime. Only being in her company would make you eternally grateful. You didn’t know if you could live it the same place knowing she could be right behind the wall yet never seeing her really. Some of the girls who became your friends over the time were sent to the kitchen, some became maids and charladies. There it was again, the stone on your heart hoping to not be sent home after all your efforts, hard work and dedication.

“And you.” The queen herself stood in front of you in all her beauty. “How would you like becoming my personal escort?”

Your eyes lit up with her offer, hardly believing what your ears were hearing. Little did you know your infatuation with her impressed her and she too enjoyed your particular company. This was going to be the start of a wonderful future for you both.

“Yes, my queen.” You bowed to Ravenna stepping towards your new exciting life.

[annie-creates]

I will live for you

Pairing: Queen Ravenna x reader

Genre: fluff

Words: 1300

Note: This was a very special request and I'm very sorry it took so long to actually write, but I feel like it turned out really great. The setting is a little different on this one, but it can as well be continuation of the other story, whichever you'd like. I hope you like this and if so, you're welcomed to send in any new requests.

There weren’t many knights in the land anymore. They mostly lived in stories and ballads of village people, just like dragons and witches. You blamed in on the fact that most of your kind was serving the queen in the tall towers and unwelcoming courtyards of her castle, and not many made it out alive, if ever. You were one of the few who got out of the year long compulsory service with all limbs attached and a still sound mind, if you can say.

You did of course get the offer to stay longer and carry the sword in the queen’s name in exchange for a hefty reward, but you couldn’t bring yourself to say yes. For one, you really enjoyed the freedom of traveling the country, not being locked up in iron and stone far away from the real people of the kingdom as that’s what serving the queen meant. Sitting around waiting to be called for fights or executions. And secondly, serving there even a day longer would do you no good, for even as a woman you yourself weren’t resistant to the ethereal beauty of your queen.

Ravenna was the most beautiful lady you have ever set eyes on, and from the start you knew she successfully destroyed any chance at a real relationship you ever had until then, because you could never find anyone as beautiful as her. Even in her cruelty was a grace to be found, you witnessed the glamour in her spite and glory in her foulness. As hard as leaving was, staying and not being able to touch her closer than her protector was even more torturous.

So you decided to leave after the agreed upon year of service and become an itinerant knight instead. And it was working out alright for you. You always had a place to sleep and eat in exchange for hunting the werewolves or punishing the thieves who bothered the town, and when you were no longer needed, you left to find a new employment. Thant’s how got the news of your beloved queen passing.

“I’m guessing you will have to find a new job soon, your services won’t be needed much longer,” the innkeeper told you as he sat a warm soup in front of you. “Maybe you could get a job at the castle now.”

“How come?” intrigued you listened to him.

“The old hag is gone, and Snow White finally clamed her throne from the witch. I’m sure she’ll be looking for some reputable protectors of the kingdom, just in case,” he explained, turning his back to you to clean some beer glasses.

Your heart clenched thinking about the beautiful queen, and how you weren’t there when she needed you to protect her the most. Sure, it wasn’t really your job anymore, but didn’t you swear to do no harm and protect her life with yours, as long as you have it? How are you gonna live with the guilt and self-blame? Only now, when the woman of your heart was truly gone, did you realize how you were deceiving yourself, thinking you could ever let go of her. And now you won’t ever be able to say those things to her.

You tried to keep your job for a while, but with the kingdom living in harmony now, there wasn’t much need for you anymore. Villages and towns were refusing your services and you were equally loosing your interest in the country to be honest. Sure, it was growing better than before, full of love and kindness, but to you, there was something big missing, or someone. So you traveled places and switched kingdoms and after not too long you found yourself in the kingdom of ice, where people gossiped about something wicked possessing the castle and dark magic trying to overrule the queen’s heart.

You snuck into the castle, the morning rush giving you the perfect opportunity to sail in smoothly without being noticed. Now your quiet steps and calculated breathing came in handy. You had a clear view of the throne room, where the queen was in fact being influenced by a wicked tongue, who turned out to be none other than Ravenna. Gasping for air you couldn’t believe you were actually seeing her again, alive in front of you, from flesh and bones.

But you didn’t have much time to indulge in her beauty, because the castle was attacked and the room filled with guards and rebels alike. And those people clearly didn’t come for a bit of a friendly conversation and tea. Soon chaos ensued, magical powers clashing with swords, axes and weapons. You didn’t necessarily want to take part in a conflict you knew nothing about, but seeing your beloved woman being a target of attacks again didn’t leave you any choice. Maybe you couldn’t protect her then, but you’ll definitely protect her now.

As an arrow flies straight in her direction, you jump out right in time to split it in half, successfully stopping it’s way. You protect your queen, your hair flying out of it’s bun as you toss and turn in every direction reflecting attacks and swords. The relations however seemed complicated as Ravenna’s sister seemed to be torn between the rebellious people and the blonde, not knowing who to turn to first to stop the unnecessary killing.

“Stop! All of you!” Freya shouted, successfully taking the attention of the whole room with her powers.

In the brief moment of rest, your eyes connected with Ravenna, snapping her out of her rage as she realized she’s seeing the face of the only one who she’d never hurt. She had so much to tell you yet so little time in this aggravated situation. And so did you, wanting to spill so many words out of your lips but none coming on your tongue, for she stole your breath away once again.

“I will shatter the mirror to thousand pieces if you don’t step down!” the huntsman threatened, axe ready in hand.

“No!” both you and Ravenna shouted in horror.

You couldn’t let then take her again, not this time, not ever. But killing him would just invite others to try, and the fight for the mirror would never stop, wherever you’d go even if you made it out of this castle and out of this land.

“Ravenna…” you gently cupped her cheeks instead, making her look at you. “Please don’t let them do this. Is the power so important to die for it again?”

“Y/n…” she whispered in awe, not sure what to do.

“I’m sorry I left. I promise I’ll never do it again. I love you. I loved you from the moment I met you and I will love you till my last breath. Please this time, choose happiness over fear. Choose you,” you pleaded with a bit of urgency.

“You promise?” Ravenna seemed to be convinced by your as always gentle demeanor and truthful heart.

“Yes, I promise. I shall never even take a step without you. I will live for you, I will love you, I will breathe only for you. I already do,” you admitted with a sincere look deep into her eyes.

Ravenna’s magic left the room as the atmosphere calmed down and Freya once again took control of the situation and over her knights. The rebels surrounded, her guards returned to their respectful positions and the castle once again became a welcoming place to all her subjects.

“I’ll protect the mirror for you,” Freya promised to her sister with loving care.

You took her hand, already imagining the hopefully peaceful life you could have, if only she’s willing to try a little. A long time ago you’d say it’s impossible, but now you see she’s willing to change.

[annie-creates]

Beautiful baby bump

Pairing: Queen Ravenna x reader

Genre: fluff

Words: 800

Note: Thank you so much for this request, let's celebrate the New Year, my birthday, Valentine's and 250 followers with this as it's the first fic for a new character I'll write for! It's a little shorter but I hope you'll like it.

Another long day of adjudicating and governing, Ravenna was ready to fall to bed exhausted and tense. The whole day of sitting in the slightly uncomfortable throne did nothing for her back and the heavy crown strained her neck. She wouldn’t trade her job for any other, but it still had its disadvantages. As the sun was setting down and she had only a few subjects left to see, she felt like the definition of “heavy the head that wears the crown.”

As she left the crown room heading towards her chambers, she couldn’t wait to see you. Any day was made better by the minutes she spent with you. Opening the heavy doors of your shared room, she noticed you weren’t alone. Your maid was keeping you company, massaging your swollen ankles and praising your baby bump. She couldn’t help but feel a ping of jealousy, having to spend the whole day separated from you while some unimportant servant gets all your attention.

“You can leave us now.” She commands harsher than she had to and the maid gets up and leaves assured by your nod.

“You don’t have to be so rude to her.” You scold you wife with nothing but sweetness.

“I can’t help it, she gets you all for herself.” Ravenna complains while sitting next to you.

“She’s helping me around, you think I could even get out of bed with this huge boulder attached?” you explain discontently.

“It’s beautiful.” Ravenna assures you giving you a little kiss on the stomach to amplify her words.

“It’s obstructive and unattractive. I feel like a huge whale. You can’t find me beautiful like that..?” you had a hard time believing such words lately.

“Love, you’re growing a new life here. It’s nothing short of amazing. And it’s gonna be our baby. I could never love you more. Hardly anything could be more beautiful than that.” The sincerity was practically seeping off your wife as she caressed every inch of your stomach.

“Yea, whatever. Will you help me with a bath?” you tried your best to believe what she said but you couldn’t see yourself the way she saw you. All you saw was a big fat lady who couldn’t even reach her own shoes.

“Of course. Let me take care of you.” Ravenna agreed enthusiastically, she’ll show you how much better her care is instead of your maids.

As she prepared a bath of your favorite temperature, a little too hot even for her, she poured a few scented oils in just to make it a tad bit more special. Since you became pregnant you felt cold all the time and the cold stone walls of the castle did little to help you feel cuddled, so you needed your baths and blankets to be extra warm. As the bathtub filled, she helped you get up and strip your clothes, finding your slight embarrassment adorable. Settling you in she rubbed your shoulders and back, relieving some of your constant pain.

“That’s amazing.” You moaned throwing your head back in relief.

“All the best for you, my princess.” She kissed the top of your head and helped you wash your hair.

When you left the tub she snuggled you in a warm fuzzy robe, preparing the bed to get you settled in. As she spread out the blankets, a knock on the door interrupted her. Yet she put you in and made sure you’re comfortable before answering, hoping it’s nothing important. The last thing she wanted was to leave. You whined as she left you to open the door. To her unpleasant surprise it was your maid again.

“I came to prepare the warming embers…” she explained unsure, hardly being able to look into your wife’s stone-cold eyes.

“We can take care of our own bed. Now leave before I make sure you never come back.” Ravenna ushered her away and closed the door as the maid practically run away without as much as a curtsey.

“I told you not to be so harsh with her.” You scolded your wife again, you didn’t know what you’d do without the much needed help.

“And I told you I don’t like her.” She countered as she got in the bed with you. “Now come here for cuddles.”

That was an offer you couldn’t refuse, so you snuggled next to Ravenna letting her pet your hair and caress your back with light scrubs of her nails. Lately you didn’t see each other as much as you’d like to, but you knew her job was important and couldn’t be slacked off and you were quite frankly growing a whole new life inside you and needed your rest. You couldn’t wait to not be pregnant again but moments like this made it all worth it.

[annie-creates]

Every day of your life

Pairing: Queen Ravenna x reader

Genre: fluff

Words: 1600

Note: So I lied and wrote the last part anyway cause I genuinely thought Chili would come back and request it (to be fair I got other asks for it but they were so detailed they'll have their own fanfics). This is the last part to Desperately by her side and Get you to fall in love. I hope it's a good and deserving ending, thank you for the support.

After a few months at the service of the queen, you grew to actually like her. She never lost the ethereal beauty that got you to your knees every time you met, but she became more of a normal person. You were wary to her at first, keeping your distance and your relationship completely professional. You didn’t ask about anything she didn’t tell you herself, you protected her from the few steps behind the protocol ordered you to keep. You didn’t overstep any boundaries or rules, after all this was your employment now.

Ravenna didn’t like it one bit. She wanted you to keep close by, stand by her side for support in hard decisions and shout your opinion whenever you had one. She understood you followed the rules, it almost surprised her you did so to a dot. But she wanted you to become more than her guard, she wanted to make you her confident and lady. But it seemed any suggestive remark flew over your head, her puns falling on deaf ears. She admired your dutifulness but despised it at the same time.

With weeks growing into months, she grew more and more desperate. How come nothing she did got a reaction out of you? She could throw herself at you all she wanted and all she got back was polite excuses. It was driving her crazy. You were slowly warming up to her, keeping your pace behind her closer, furrowing your brows when you didn’t agree with her plans. She learnt to read you like a book, all the gestures and nonverbal communication you showed when you thought no one was looking.

But so did you, you learnt her routine like your own schedule, knew exactly when she needed a bit of quiet space or a strong coffee to keep her going just a little bit longer. At the end of the day you could always tell if she’d want her covers warm or cold based on what she did and how she felt during the day. Once she gave you one of her books to read, almost commanding you to come back to her with how you liked it. Your relationship grew into a confident friendship, even though you tried to avoid it in the beginning, but she was simply irresistible.

The closer the end of the year neared the more scared she got thinking about your leave. Would you be willing to stay, at any role she’d offer you? Sure, you became friends, there was no denying that now. But was it enough for you to not want to leave her side? Were you friendly to her only because you thought your job requested it? She wouldn’t call you cold by any means, but you were still overly respectful to her liking. When she changed in front of you, you never took even the smallest peak, decently turning around. When she took you swimming in the lake you stood at the shore, your observant eyes lingering anywhere but on her body.

Maybe she wasn’t attractive enough? No man could ever resist her charm, but why was it never working on you? Were you in love with someone else already? She wouldn’t stand for that. But the though of you looking lovingly at someone else got her all insecure and unsure of herself, something no one could ever do to her. Why did she let you so close to shatter herself? No spells could actually make you genuinely love her, so that wasn’t an option. But how is she supposed to get you to fall for her when you don’t leave any room for romance to grow between the two of you?

Even now, when she practically begged you to sit on the other chair by her fireplace, your back was straightened and you seemed ready to jump on any sign of threat. She reads her book but the lines dance on the page, her brain unable to comprehend the words she’s barely paying attention to, so she hasn’t turned the page in over ten minutes. That doesn’t go unnoticed by you, your observant nature picking up on her nervous lip biting.

“Are you alright, my queen?” You ask, obviously interrupting her thoughts.

“What? Oh yes, yes, I was just thinking.” She answers settling on a smile. “And how many times will I remind you to just call me Ravenna.”

“Sorry, Ravenna.” Partly you teased her, partly it still felt weird to call her majesty just by her name.

“Y/n do you think I’m pretty?” She decides to directly ask you, she was many things but never a coward.

“I… uh, what?” Her question got you coughing in surprise.

“Do you think I’m beautiful?” She pierces you with her pointy eyes full of curiosity now.

“Well, of course you are. You are very pretty.” You try to sound as nonchalant as possible.

“Then how come you are never interested in me?” Ravenna almost whines, but sounds completely serious. “How come you never want to do anything with me?”

“…That would be completely unprofessional, my lady.” You need to clear your throat suddenly horse as she leans closer to you, engulfing you in her perfume.

“Maybe I want you to be unprofessional…” She suggests and you need to lean back, getting up from your seat.

“It’s getting really late. I suggest you got to sleep soon, my queen. Good night.” With a bow you flee the room, allowing yourself to breath outside the door.

Did she catch onto your feelings for her? Was she testing your professionalism or loyalty? It took everything in you to not fall to her feet right then and there that night, but if you wanted to complete your duty you needed to stay alert at all times and her being too close to you would only distract you, putting her life in danger. And you couldn’t allow that, even if it meant torturing yourself with being always close to her but never close enough. So you remained in the torturous distance where you could almost touch her but never hold her.

There were merely weeks left of your service in her castle, and you still weren’t decided if it’s better to leave and never come back or prolong your torture for the prize of her presence and meeting her every day. You heard the commotion before you saw it, Ravenna turning the corner before you could stop her. In the few seconds you were filled with both fear and courage, swiftly pushing her behind yourself while making a short process with the intruders with your sword. As the rest of the guard made sure every one last of them was either dead or imprisoned you turned to Ravenna, holding her face in both your hands frantically inspecting every inch of her skin.

“Are you alright?” No answer she’d give would be satisfactory to you enough anyway.

“Yeah, I think I’m fine.” She answers lost in your eyes, hardly comprehending what happened just minutes ago.

“I’ll take you to the infirmary.” You decide, dragging her by her arm before she could protest.

As the nurse looks Ravenna over you never let go of her hand, your fingers protectively entwined with hers, mindlessly drawing shapes on the back of her palm. She is cleared in fifteen minutes, but it’s hardly good enough for you. Yet you’ll have to believe the nurse, it’s after all the best opinion you can get around here. Even when you’re left alone, you still hold her hand afraid to let go, that she might disappear the moment you’re not touching her.

“I’m sorry.” You admit after a long silence. “It was my only job to protect you and I couldn’t do what I promised you.”

“Are you kidding me? You were amazing.” Ravenna counters, putting your entwined hands in her lap, refusing to let go. “If it wasn’t for you I probably would not be here anymore.”

The admittance weights on both of you like a heavy blanket, suffocating the light and warmth out of the room. As if just now you both realized how close to death Ravenna actually got. It got you all distraught and agitated. You couldn’t imagine they’d actually succeed in taking her away from you. With a heavy sigh you sit on the bed next to her, embracing her in your arms and wrinkling the duvets with your dirty boots.

Ravenna being unable to take the tension and stress anymore uses the opportunity to finally catch your lips in a kiss, at least once, so she knows what she could have had. But contrary to her belief you return the kiss, hugging her to you so close she almost can’t breathe, your determination and self-control finally breaking and crumbling like a house of cards.

“I love you, please stay here with me.” Ravenna shamelessly begs you, her truthful eyes burying deep into yours.

“Okay.” You agree with a smile, kissing the top of her head.

It is safe to say you won’t be leaving the castle any time soon. Even Finn warmed up to you after that, saving his sister’s life proving to be enough for you to earn his trust and appreciation. Not only did you make sure anything like that could never happen again, you finally allowed yourself to love the queen as she deserved, fully and wholeheartedly, giving her every minute of your day and standing by her side on any occasion. After Ravenna’s insecurity you vowed to show her how amazing and perfect she was every day of your life.

[annie-creates]

Get you to fall in love

Pairing: Queen Ravenna x reader

Genre: fluff

Words: 1500

Note: A second part to Desperately by her side. There might be a room for one more in the story if it's requested, but for now that's it. Thank you so much for being a devoted reader of my work.

Finn’s task proved to be considerately more difficult when you not only didn’t want to be found, but were actively hiding from his guards and raiders. With each day his sister’s demands and threats got more and more obscure and impossible to fulfill, and every time he thinks there’s nothing worse that could come, she proves him wrong. They still needed to find Snow White, and that’s why she wanted to find you so desperately, he thought. So why did it seem like she’s more fixated on you than the culprit herself?

You travel through the land with nothing but your sword and a few practical possessions, choosing to travel light in case you needed to flee suddenly. The warrant for your capture was still out and many would take any chance to get on the queen’s good side and earn the reward for themselves. You escaped her own soldier by short a few times yourself. But the memory of her golden hair and stone-cold eyes made you wonder if it would have been so bad, going back and meeting her again, even when you were certain it would be the beginning of the end of your unfairly short life.

You were currently staying in a little town in the north of the kingdom, keeping your profile low. Exchanging the animals you hunted in the forests for potatoes and warm wool, working to earn a bit of money to get by around here. Growing suspicious and unnecessarily paranoid over the last couple of weeks staying in such a small place brough you calm and a little peace of mind. Surely no one would even look for you in such forgotten place on the map, right?

You shouldn’t have assumed though, because you are woken up by two soldiers covering your mouth and tying your hands. As you trash around to get out of their grasp, they drag you out of the small house where you were staying with a welcoming old man. He now stood in the doorframe taking a full bag of gold coins from one of the guards, hardly sparing you a pitiful glance. You cuss yourself out for having such open trust in people and humanity, when they’d sell you for tomorrow’s dinner. You can’t help but fear for your life as you’re helplessly taken back to the castle, the carriage speeding through your beloved land.

“Put her in the dungeon.” Finn orders when you arrive deep into the night and the soldiers throw you behind bars.

The dungeon was cold and moldy, you couldn’t help the shake going through your bones. The darkness didn’t feel welcoming but dangerous, like you didn’t know what could attack you from the deeps of the night. The steel bars are freezing your hands but it feels like you’ll get lost if you let go of them. The floor is covered in a thick layer of dirty straw, that being the only place for you to sleep or sit. So you sit down with your back to the cold stone wall, curling up into yourself to keep at least a bit of your body heat.

You are woken up by a harsh tug of your restrains, the guard walking your through the castle without as much as a single word. The moment you stand in front of the queen again, this time completely vulnerable at her mercy, your fear is once again overtaken by awe. There’s a different crown on her head this time, her hair precisely braided into a bun. You could say whatever you want about her personality but the truth was even a blind man would have to admit her ethereal beauty.

She looks at you with her hawk sight, analyzing your out of shape form. You seemed dirtier than the last time she saw you, and there was a tiredness to your face and shoulders she didn’t recognize. Maybe that’s just what months in hiding do to a person? Constantly looking behind your back must be hard on the neck. She couldn’t help but feel somewhat sympathetic for you. You still had your fierce and wit, but the over-the-top confidence was gone as was your sword and apparently even your sleep and nutritious food. You spent minutes just looking at each other, she analyzing you and you trying to guess how far the end of your life is.

“Aren’t you gonna bow to your queen?” She asks after the silence grows heavy and one of the guards kicks your knees in.

“I didn’t think my queen would care for my respects.” You counter, at least you’re gonna go out with grace.

“I’d be careful with your insolent tongue, I’m deciding how you’re gonna live the rest of your life.” She warns you as if it wasn’t the only thing you thought about ever since you got here.

“If it’s back in the dungeons I’d rather my tongue brings me the execution earlier than later.” You admit determinedly.

She furrows her brows at that, how could someone actually prefer death over life? But that wasn’t at all what she wanted to do with you, so she ordered the guard to bring you into one of the servants’ rooms and lock you in there. She’ll pay you a visit soon enough, but now, she needs to have a word with whoever threw you into the disgusting dungeon instead of giving you a proper place to sleep of bringing you to her immediately. And it was pretty clear who’s fault that was.

“Finn!” She couldn’t believe she was related to such a dumbass. “Care to explain why you would treat our guest so poorly!?”

“My dear sister, she’s a criminal! You should execute her for her impudence and disrespect immediately.” He disagrees.

“That’s no way to treat people we want something from, Finn. I have no intention to execute her, nor imprison her.” She clears. “Her talents would be of no use was she dead.”

Finn couldn’t see whatever it was his sister saw in you, to him you were just an entitled girl you’re a naughty mouth who needed to be put in her place or better, completely gotten rid of. He didn’t understand why Ravenna cared about such a low life all of the sudden, treating you to an actual room with a bed and warm food. To him you were no better than the rats in their outfall, your life completely useless and worthless. Meanwhile the queen was possessed with her fondness of you, ordering the kitchen to bring you enough food and making sure you are given fresh warm duvets and clothes. And after that, she visits you again the next day, even knocking on your door before entering to give you some false sense of privacy.

“How are you today?” She asks with a demeanor that makes you bow down to her instantly. “Did you think about your time here?”

“I’m still not hunting Snow White down for you.” You stand your ground, why else would she want you back here? “I’m not the right person to call for a dirty job.”

“No, I�� wanted to give you a different offer. You might have noticed a person in my position doesn’t have many friends but has a lot of people out for their head. I want you to become my knight…” She explains with a vulnerability she wouldn’t show to anyone else.

“Why would I do that?” You surely weren’t the most trust earning person in your time here. “You’d trust me with your life after I disobeyed you?”

“I can pay you.” The queen offers, in her experience money could buy anything and anyone. “And I saw your incredible skills, I wouldn’t entrust my life to just anybody.”

“I don’t care about your money.” She should have noticed that by the way Finn described your lifestyle.

“Then what do you want, hm? Fortune? Beauty? Infinite life? I can give you that…” She promises, getting a bit desperate. “I can give you anything you want, anything you’ll ask for.”

What could she give to someone who already had all they needed? She feared you won’t find a reason to stay here, and she couldn’t just force you. not if she wanted you to grow some genuine likeness for her. You reconsidered and weighted the situation, you weren’t particularly thrilled about a service at the castle but you also wouldn’t reject help to anyone in need, and she has so far always treated you decently and with respect.

“Okay, I’ll work here for food and housing for a year. Then, I’ll reconsider my need here.” You finally accept, hoping to not regret your decision.

“Great! I’ll get your chambers prepared.” With a genuine enthusiasm she practically runs out the door to get you settled for your stay.

A year would be enough to get you to fall in love with her, right? And then she won’t have to fear about you ever leaving her side again.

[annie-creates]

Only for tonight

Pairing: Queen Ravenna x child reader (platonic)

Genre: fluff

Words: 700

Note: After a little while I'm back with another request, I don't know if this is exactly what you had in mind and it's a little short but I hope you'll like it. Thank you for still liking my work and as always send in any requests that come to mind, I'm feeling terribly uninspired lately.

The queen’s patience was running thin. Day and night she searched the whole kingdom piece by piece for Snow White, but she was still coming back empty handed. As if the earth swallowed her whole, as if there was some kind of spell hiding her from the monarch’s sight. Woods, fields and rivers were thoroughly searched and yet not even a trace of the traitor was found. If she doesn’t catch her soon, the kingdom will know Snow White escaped her wrath and what will force them to follow her rule and orders then? Knowing people can get away with disobeying?

That’s how she found herself in the deep forests once again, too tired of the work to disguise her real resemblance. It wasn’t likely anyone innocent would wonder deep enough to actually see her anyway. Everyone knew the woods were unwelcoming and scary, trees that could talk and branches that could catch you, and if you weren’t careful enough you were unlikely to ever find your way out again. Lost in thought she registered the excited childish babbling too late, coming face to face with a little girl who couldn’t be older than six winters. The child was happily singing notes she didn’t recognize, jumping around with a single daisy in her hand.

“Well hello there,” the queen greeted shaking herself from the initial shock. “Where are your parents, little child?”

Hoping the adults who must have left the child unattended could point her in the direction of the girl she was actually looking for, she questioned the kid, who just threw up her hands in response. With mumbled words she explained there are no parents, something hard to believe for Ravenna. Who with a heart purer than hers would leave such a cute child alone?

“Oh, then do you live somewhere around? Where’s your house?” She was desperately trying to not get influenced by the sweetness and innocence in front of her eyes, but that was a battle with herself she was clearly losing.

Once again the answer was a very polite no, the child was clearly too young to understand in how dangerous situation they are, and how easy it would be for them to get hurt, or worse get eaten by something. Against her better judgement she picked the child up, who gave her excited giggles in response, and understanding she won’t find her original family she took her back to the castle with her. Even the cruelest person wouldn’t let a little innocent child get hurt for nothing, right? It wasn’t right to leave her there with nothing and no one.

The little girl seemed unbothered by the change of environment, even though the hard castle floors were not as gentle as the mosses of the forest and the stone walls didn’t provide the same warmth as the afternoon sun over the green leaves. With nothing as interesting in the almost empty throne room the child got bored pretty fast, dangling her legs from the chair with a bored sigh.

“Maid!” the queen called, one of her servants hurrying into the room. “Bring the little princess something to do, some pictures and pencils to color or plasticine to play with.”

Aside from her innocent excitement, her good table etiquette was another thing that pleasantly surprised the woman at the dinnertime. The girl ate with a knife and fork, elbows off the table, just like the queen was thought herself as a young child. The night time was the moment that appeared to make the first difficulties. The little girl was seemingly scared to go to sleep, even when the bed was prepared warm and cozy.

“What is it, why don’t you want to go to bed?” Ravenna questioned her sitting at the side of her duvets.

“Am scared. Rena sleep here?” the little lady admitted, patting the space in bed next to her.

“I have my own bed to return to,” the queen refused gently.

“Pwease?” how could anyone say no to those sad puppy eyes?

“Ugh, okay, but only for tonight,” Ravenna warned her before getting in bed next to her and hugging the child to her, Snow White long gone from her mind.