#tangled a.u.

[cz19y]

CARS ! Part 2 [HCs]

BLLK × GN!Reader

[!] A.U. — Cat / Them as Cats ! . . . [ Part 1 ]

∆ Fluff, PLATONIC, NO ROMANCE, pet & owner dynamic, OOC[?], hint(no description or assumption) of depression[Bachira's part], mention of Nagi[Reo's part duh], no cat breed description because I'm lacking in cat knowledge, grammar & spelling errors[? NOT proofed]

FT.: Bachira Meguru & Mikage Reo

NOTE: Im SO sorry for the wait anon T.T — just came back from a trip and I'm tired as heck

NOTE2: kinda deleted the ask by accident, sorry :'0 (btw ty for the words, anon, I felt extremely appreciated frfr I luv u)

[ starting . . . ]

▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

BACHIRA ’s natural nature of lighting the room with his bright personality is something everybody adores.

But of course; you're his favorite after all.

This cat is CLINGY — is trailing behind you 90% of the time you're home. Type of cat to sit and wait for you at the door till you come from work.

He suffers from loneliness(lol I'm sorry I had to add this) and needs your presence urgently. Just being in the same room as the yellowish cat is more than enough for him.

So lonely you even caught him playing like there was another cat in the room. You're worried about him and it creeped you out because he meowed and purred at the empty space.

Purrs loudly often, affectionate and bold and specially not afraid of anything.

Being unafraid can be good and bad. Bachira is a pro at giving you heart attacks.

Jumps over the hot stoves multiple times, gets stuck in the most random places and somehow gets dangerous objects to fall exactly 1 cm away from him.

You swear Bachira is in his last life at this point because he also gets in big fights with some other cats.

You have to idea of how he’s so good at fighting, but judging by how he is; you assume it was when he was still a kitten.

According to his last owner; he grew up obsessed with playing with the soccer ball(still is). Your storage is full of several videos of Bachira playing around with the ball. It's so cute you just want to grab him and pamper him to death.

Vets? Hell nah. He's not a fan of it at all. Even tries to avoid you by disappearing. But go along with it for the sake of not worrying you.

It’s fun and hell at the same time giving him baths, he won't stay still and gets soap all over.

Fur; all over your house. Doesn't even bother to clean. That didn't come with him in the package.

Very active, takes half a century to make him sleep and half a century to wake the feline up..

Bachira loves being with other cats, specially with a certain brunette, and a pink-ish like and an oranged one.

Sleeps tangled in your sheets. And wakes up on the floor.

Bachira is a big fan of cuddling, it’s by your side any moment given.

Tries his best to lighten you up when you're down. But it's not the type of “energetic lighten up”, it's more like a sincere movement of just sitting by your side and being there while you have your moment of distress.

He's there when you sob your worries out, when you're melancholic among your sheets without moving much, having your tired eyes check your phone with apathy and turning it off with a sight, or when you're locked up in the bathroom for hours.

Well; he is too, a little goofy, but it always works on you.

He just wants to be there for you like you were there for him.

.

The amount of attention this cat needs from his loved ones is insatiable.

REO needs to be by your side at least 60% of his day.

The other 40% is either being active on his daily exercises, somehow working his brain out, taking care of himself, or being around the cat he brought from the streets…

Ah. Nagi, of course. The white cat is such an often guest you may as well just make a room for him.

Reo brought this gigantic cat up one day and it scared the hell out of you because every other cat made him lose interest. The purplish suddenly bringing someone up made your heart jump.

Both are really affectionate towards you(how cute) — although Reo acts a bit off all of the sudden sometimes… is he.. jealous of his own guest? Or is he jealous of his own owner? This cat switches up so many times you gave up trying to figure it out.

He is the most different of all cats. He has a way with everything and successful in earning the things he wants. Even able to act like other cats — you're surprised of how your fellow companion is.

Bro’s so unique Reo even likes vets… he really likes to take care of himself. Fur 10/10, cutted claws, pretty eyes, smart.. he even has his own diet…

He smells like rich. He prefers luxury items and treatment as well… Hope your salary is capable of handling that.

Doesn't function properly without you — he at least needs to be reassured you're still there for him.

Reo purrs happily when you recognize him.

Guests? Sure, he doesn't mind. As long as they don't touch him, he doesn't care about entertaining them a little.

Indifferent about being with other cats — he takes a popular position among them and often attracts other cats even… problem is that he gets bored easily.

Talking about bored; you have to be very specific for Reo to even like you 😭 or at least, full of surprises that will make him locked in you like Nagi did to him. But dw he loves you <3

Isn't the type to get into a fight. But the last time Reo did; you never saw him stubborn and irritated. It was all because of a black cat… you and Nagi glanced at each other as Reo stormed around.

It's either sleep in his own bed or sleep in your bed. He likes how your bed smells like you.

Morning with this cat is peaceful, might as well have your daily routine done along with him.

When Reo senses that sad aura around you, he is immediately on you. You cannot hide any type of worry around Reo. Not Reo — he knows you all too well, don't you dare hide anything from him, he feels sad if you do it.

He snuggles up to you when the night falls, and he will wake you up when the sun rises, he is there by you all the time.

You're his top priority, will abandon anything to make you feel alright.

.

[klonnieshippersclub]

Hi! I'm very new to the fandom. What Klonnie fics currently in the works would you recommend from AO3, Wattpad, or ffn?

I'll make a small master list with links. Not all are completed though fyi! please respect all authors. This is a mix of past and current fics.

Paint It Black by jazzywazzy08 on FFN:After the death of her grandmother Bonnie Bennett starts on a downward spiral and is sent to live with her mother Abby Bennett-Mikaelson. When Bonnie witnesses firsthand the life of luxury her mother has been leading, she's hell-bent on making Abby's new life miserable and taking everything that her mother holds dear, starting with her new husband Niklaus Mikaelson. Check out their other works as well!

stay awake by dirtygoldensoul on FFN: Star-crossed lovers. What a cliché. No wonder they were doomed to fail. But learning that his witch is strapped in a prison world, Klaus battles against all the pain and memories of their past to retrieve Bonnie. No matter what it takes. S3-6 canon divergence. Klonnie. Check out their other works as well!

walk of shame by dinky on FFN:It was supposed to be a business meeting between him and me. Somehow everything got tangled up. Slight A.U

Mountain High by mythorhuman on A03: She was a Bennett witch. "Was" being the operative word here. Bonnie could barely remember being a normal teenage girl. Normal teenage girls don't entertain phone calls from immortal serial killers with a thirst for blood. Normal teenage girls run from dangerous men and keep their distance from such evil. Normal teenage girls aren't willing to make a deal with the devil for their own profit. Unfortunately, Bonnie was not normal and her devil was Klaus Mikaelson. It's just another secret to keep from her friends. She's still a little hurt that her death went completely unnoticed. It's low risk, high reward. Strictly business. Nothing more, nothing less. And the lies she tells herself keep adding up.

A Witch Bargain by melmedarda on AO3: After leaving New Orleans a little over a month ago, Bonnie's abrupt return to New Orleans sends tension through the French Quarter when she seeks Klaus—the enigmatic ruler who took over Marcel Gerard's reign. Bonnie brings life-altering news that upends their lives and ignites complications. This revelation isn't the only thing that drives Bonnie's return. She has to uncover the secrets of an ancient Witch Bargain cast on the Originals before they were even born, and the only person who holds the answers is the forgotten Mikaelson sibling. Bonnie's departure is driven by more than the revelation she bears. Veiled beneath it all lies a trove of dark secrets that she carries, secrets that will soon demand their due consequences. With old grudges resurfacing, new adversaries emerging, and a curse threatening them, Bonnie and Klaus must overcome their troubles and protect their loved ones amidst the ever-present danger lurking in the shadows. Check out their other works as well!

dear little witch by cancerianwoman on AO3: Bonnie Bennett has held plenty of titles. A daughter, friend, teen witch, and a former wife. The most important one to her now was mother and business owner. She earned this life for herself and would be damned if she lost. A witch’s premonition is nothing to ignore. Bonnie values her life away from Mystic Falls and returning wasn’t likely for her until her daughter’s safety was compromised. The Salvatore Boarding School would change everything for the Bennett witches. Secrets will unfold and time can only tell what’s to come next. Hope Mikaelson won’t be the only one with her world turned upside down. Family is forever, whether anyone likes it or not. Everything is done in the name of family. -an au of TVD/TO post season 8 & 4 of TO. Check out their other works as well!

No Church In The Wild by beyonceofmysticfalls on AO3: Years after blowing the dust of Mystic Falls off her feet, Bonnie finds herself caught in the supernatural crossfire yet again. This time, however, she is playing by nobody's rules except her own. Check out their other works as well!

Labyrinth: A Bonnie Bennett x Klaus centric universe by artemiseamoon on AO3: After many years, major life events and memories, Bonnie and Klaus remain cosmically drawn to each other. After a year in Paris, Bonnie returns to the states and crosses paths with the hybrid who haunts her mind and heart. The reunion forces them both to examine their past, and feelings for each other. All the while Bonnie carves out a new life for herself in the Cresent City.

Kindred by Richoonelover1941 on FFN:This is a dark, twisted Klonnie AU story that was supposed to be a one-shot. This is not for the faint of heart, many will not like it. It contains smut, verbal abuse and violence. This is a warning! Jeremy and his girlfriend go on a road trip with unexpecting results. Bonnie B, Klaus M, Jeremy G, Caroline F. I do not own the rights to TVD or its characters, I'm just playing with.

all the devils are here by irishcookie on FFN :Both of them are broken but there is something more going on when Bonnie Bennett arrives in New Orleans needing Klaus Mikaelson's help. After a deal is struck, the pair try to work together while dealing with their losses. A Klonnie angst fic set after the series finale of TVD and season 3 of The Originals. COMPLETED. Check out their other works!

The Summoned Witch by szajnie on ao3: TVD/TO AU: Hope Mikaelson needs help. At seven years old, she's not strong enough to protect the people she cares about from the dangers that surround them. What she needs is a bigger witch. So she summons one. Check out their other works!

Truth Teller by thehedgerider on ao3: Seven years after the events of S3 of TO and four years after the events of S7 of TVD, Bonnie Bennett is in New Orleans to find a weapon for defeating the entity that's been unleashed...and finds Klaus Mikaelson. Check out their other works!

A Foolish Escape From Reality by mizzm29 on ao3: Bonnie is in desperate need of a change. Jumping on the first opportunity she gets, she embarks on a journey of being a baby sitter for a certain original hybrid. Check out their other works as well!

Uncharted Desires by waitingforyouonce:It's time for the Annual Bellham Festival, a month long celebration where supernatural women put their name on a list and are pursued by interested suitors. Normally Bonnie chooses not to participate, but when Elena implies that she's undesirable she changes her mind. Several men in town immediately set their sights on her hoping to win her heart. (Bamon/Stefonnie/Tonnie/Klonnie) Check out their other works!

The Devil's Companion by GoddessWitch/Six2VII on ao3:A prophecy forces Klaus to act against his wishes. An outdated law forces Bonnie to sacrifice her future. Magic and fate push the two together. What happens when a witch and a hybrid are forced to have a child neither of them wants? An outcome neither of them is ready for. Check out their other works as well!

Protector by mizzcullen13 on FFN: Through no words at all he let her know she didn't have to be anyone's protector anymore, because he was hers. Check out their other works as well!

Resurrection by TalulaJones on FFN: Klaus wants to be King of New Orleans but there is only one witch who can make that happen.. Check out their other works as well!

Let Bygones Be Bygones by Lana Archer on FFN: Klaus finally has everything he's wanted. Hope to himself, Hayley lost to her curse, Dahlia and Esther cemented in death. But a little witch, with an affinity of drawing on any magic in her radius rolls into town, just in time to get the Original Hybrid back up on his toes.

This has gotten pretty long. I am sorry if anyone thinks they were missed it was not intentional. Please let me know if any of these links are incorrect so I can edit them! If you have any fic you would like to add in this list please dm me.

-Rikki

[aurora-ze-aquarius]

Pffff- Everything remains the same in your Cars Tangled A.U

But-

Doc sasses the ever living fuck outta Sterling and Axelrod with zero consequences-

Big credits to @strawberrymanifester444 since technically it's more so their au.

But yeah, I can see Doc just roasting the shit out of whoever's keeping him and Lightning in the tower.

[officially-multi-fandom]

Tangled Hearts - A Tangled A.U. ~ Moodboard

Joe Mazzello x Fem!Reader

taglist : @mazzell-ro // @somarsword // @mistiermistshazierdays // @speciallyred // @lizgarxo //

taglist is open!

series masterlist || main masterlist

[eddie-van-munson]

Nothing Like Chrissy Cunningham (Eddie Munson x Reader)

***********

Requested by: @erikaar

Summary: When the Reader finds out Eddie used to have a crush on Chrissy Cunningham, it doesn't phase her. That is, until she starts hearing him say her name in his sleep. That's when she starts to worry. Little does she know, Eddie's dreams are a lot less pleasant than she might think.

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Almost-Smut (No Sex), Cursing, Drug Use (Weed/Mentions of Ketamine), Description of Chrissy's Death, Nightmares, Implied Sex

(I will get a "Read More" cut on this ASAP. Requests are OPEN, but the waitlist is long.)

***********

(A.U. Eddie survives the Upside Down and the gate is never opened into Hawkins. The murders of Chrissy, Fred, Patrick, and Jason are covered up by the government.)

Gareth's laugh woke you up. You groaned at the disturbance, rubbing your eyes as you turned over on the couch. Your legs tangled in a blanket when you moved, and you smiled softly to yourself, realizing Eddie had tucked one around you when you fell asleep.

He was sitting on the ground with his back up against the couch, giggling at something someone had said as he passed the bong to Steve and Robin. You smiled at the sight of movie night's newest invitees (or rather, now that they'd been hired at Family Video, sponsors).

Eddie's curls tickled you where they gazed your knees. You squirmed and rubbed your eyes, catching his attention.

"Hey baby." He rested his head against your hip and took your hand, smiling up at you as he grazed his thumb over your knuckles. "Did we wake you up?"

You yawned, which made Eddie smile. " 's okay. Pass the bong?" You reached out and made grabby hands.

"One sec..." Steve took one last hit, smoke pluming from his lips as he gave a short cough, and passed it over to you.

You could feel Eddie admiring you as you struck the lighter and look a pull, lifting the cone to breathe it in. You french inhaled, laughing softly at the dreamy look on Eddie's face as you passed him the bong.

"God, I could watch you smoke all fucking day, babe."

You gave him a sly grin, leaning down to pull him into a messy kiss. He groaned as you let him shotgun the left over smoke from your lungs.

Steve laughed loudly when Robin let out a groan, "Keep it in your pants, guys."

Eddie gave an evil little laugh, grinning as he stared up at you. "Nah, Buckley. You're just jealous of my stoner babe."

You laughed, crawling down off the couch to sit in his lap with your back against his chest. He held you tight, pressing a short kiss to your jaw.

Jeff chuckled, "God, I'm glad your taste in women has evolved. Can you imagine trying to pass a blunt with Chrissy Cunningham?"

Eddie gave an uncomfortable laugh, scratching his neck. "Yeah, man. That would've been crazy."

You giggled. "You had a thing for Chrissy Cunningham?"

"A thing? He was head over heels!"

"Aw!" You cooed. "Eds you never told me..."

Gareth grinnned, "You remember when she ran off with Jason Carver? We couldn't even mention her for weeks without you freaking out."

You could feel Eddie tensing up a little bit. Something was upsetting him. He went silent, nudging his nose into your hair, needily. Oh man, this thing with Chrissy must have been pretty serious. You reached a hand back to lace your fingers in his curls and give his scalp a comforting scratch. He hummed gratefully, relaxing into you again.

The room was silent. Steve and Robin gave each other a look, and Robin pulled a VHS from her bag, awkwardly. "I brought Weird Science!"

***********

Eddie snored softly as sunlight crept through the trailer window, painting the bridge of his nose delicately. He was perfect, his lips still kiss bitten and pink from your own, and he was yours. That should be enough, you thought.

Even so you'd hardly slept at all, and your muscles still couldn't relax even as you held him there in bed.

Something about the night before had made you worry. It wasn't often that he shut down the way he had, going quiet and tensing up. He shook it off when you asked him about it later, saying he'd just had a bad memory.

"Do you want to talk about it?" You cooed to him sweetly as you pet his hair, his eyes fixed where he was playing with a button on your night shirt.

"I'm ok. Just had to get it out of my brain is all. I should be alright now."

So, you left it there. Your brain often did the same, shoving some unpleasant memory to the forefront of your mind at random. Intrusive thoughts.

But right as you were about to drift off, you'd heard him hum something softly. You frowned. He only talked in his sleep when he was stressed. You sat up on your elbow, about to wake him gently, when the word left his lips again, breathless and hoarse.

"Chrissy..."

Your heart dropped into your stomach. Chrissy. He was dreaming about her.

You knew it was ridiculous to be jealous. Chrissy Cunningham had left Hawkins with Jason nearly a year ago.

He hummed it again, brow furrowing. Gently, you pressed your thumb against the spot, rubbing it gently to relax his frown. "It's ok baby."

He'd never mentioned Chrissy before. Not once. But the more you thought about her, the more your stomach twisted with concern.

He had to have really been heartbroken if he'd yelled at the Hellfire boys for just mentioning her name. Had they been together? Had he loved her?

Insecurity crept into your belly. Did he still love her? Was he dreaming about her because he missed her? Wanted her?

You were nothing like Chrissy Cunningham. Not that you didn't like her. She was great. All through High-School, she'd always been there, ready to help you out with homework or pair with you on a project. But as much as you admired Chrissy, you were polar opposites.

Chrissy did cheer. You were in Hellfire.

Chrissy wore pretty white sneakers. You wore chunky black boots.

Chrissy brought salads for lunch. You smoked weed with Eddie in his van until the next bell rang.

Chrissy wore perfectly pleated skirts and high ponytails. You wore baggy ripped jeans and let your hair do whatever the hell it wanted.

Up until now, you thought Eddie liked you like that. Rough around the edges, just like he was. Just like you'd always been.

But Chrissy. He'd been so in love with Chrissy. She was none of those things.

Your heart ached as you admired him there in the sun, tracing the freckles and beauty spots that appeared every so often across the warm expanse of his bare skin. You didn't notice his eyes flutter open. He watched you for a while as you traced your fingers in patterns over his arms. Your hair was messy and your eyes were tired, a frown gracing your features.

His voice was rough and whispery when he spoke, lifting his hand to graze his thumb across your frowning lower lip. "What's wrong, pretty girl?"

You kissed the pad of his finger, " 'm ok."

He pulled you closer, letting you curl up against him again. "You sure?"

You sit still for a moment, enjoying the warmth of his arms around you. There was a long silence as you thought.

"Are you sure there was nothing you wanted to talk about after last night, Eds? I was worried about you."

He shook his head, " 's nothing to be worried about, Princess. I'm sorry if I made you upset."

He took your hand, pressing kisses across your knuckles. You swallowed thickly. It's nothing to be worried about.

You tried to get it out of your head as you walked to work, your half frozen breakfast burrito not helping your stomach. No matter what you tried, the sound of his voice stuck in your head all day. You couldn't erase it.

"Chrissy..."

You were stiff that night when you crawled into bed again. Eddie looked concerned. You knew he did. Still, you kept your back to him.

An arm wrapped around your stomach, pulling you backwards on the bed until your spine pressed against his tummy. "When are you going to tell me what's bothering you, hm?"

You sighed, crossing your arms. "Nothing's bothering me, Eds."

"That's bullshit. You've barely smiled all day."  His warm hands wandered. You knew he was trying to relax you. Normally, you'd melt right into those touches. He brushed your hair from your neck and left teasing kisses there, a move that usually made you squirm and whine for him. He frowned at your lack of response.

"I'm fine, Ed's just don't feel good."

He gave a concerned frown, feeling your head. "Do I need to take you in? Get you a check up?"

You shake your head, "No. 's not like that."

"I see..." Eddie sighed. He trailed his hand up your thigh, sneaking the bottom of your shirt up so he could run his thumb along the waistband of your panties. "Maybe I could make it feel better then?"

Your muscles relaxed themselves just a little and you hummed, wanting him to take care of you. To show you he loved you.

He grinned, "That's my girl. Spread those legs for me just a little and I'll make you feel real good, again. Ok?"

His hand cupped your clothed heat, a wet spot forming on the center of your panties where he pressed the fabric against your middle.

"Fuck sweetheart..."

He whispered as he rubbed tight circles over the spot. You whimpered softly.

"Y/N..." His voice was soft and hoarse. Exactly how he'd said it the night before. "Chrissy..."

Your muscles immediately tensed at the thought. You grabbed his wrist and wrenched it away from you, sitting up quickly and moving to the end of the bed.

"Hey! Hey..." He fumbled after you, concern filling his voice as he searched your eyes desperately. "Are you ok? Baby, look at me. Did I hurt you?" He cradled your face, panic in his eyes.

"Why didn't you tell me about Chrissy Cunningham?"

He sat back and frowned, looking stunned. "Chrissy Cunningham?"

"Why didn't you tell me you loved her?" Your voice cracked pitifully as your eyes welled with tears. "I'm nothing like her, Eds."

"Wait...hold up...loved her? I never loved her. I had a crush on her for a little bit. That's all it was-"

"You've been saying her name in your sleep, Eddie."

He went silent.

You swallowed thickly, "After Jeff brought her up...you kept saying her name in your sleep, last night."

He exhaled slowly, rubbing his eyes. Fear bubbled in your belly. Finally, he moved backwards on the bed until he sat against the headboard, patting his legs for you to come sit. You hesitated.

"C'mon, sweetheart. I think I owe you an explanation."

You chewed your lower lip in debate for a moment before finally crawling over to sit in his lap. He sighed, stroking your hair as you pressed your nose into the crook of his shoulder. His arms wrapped tightly around your waist like you were a security blanket.

It took him a long time to speak. "You know how Chrissy and Jason ran off together at the end of the year? Everyone said they got married at the courthouse and skipped town?"

You pulled back to look at him in the eye as he spoke, frowning as you nodded.

"That's not exactly what happened." He played with your hand, trying to keep his own from trembling.

"What do you mean?"

He swallowed thickly, "The Upside Down and Vecna...Chrissy was the start of it."

You shivered a little at the look on his face, the tone of his voice. Eddie rarely talked about the Upside Down. You knew so little about it. Even when he did try to describe the images of it that were in his head, it was hard for you to understand. The majority of what you knew about it came from the story told by long-healed scars. Hundreds of them covered his body. Silver and pink lines carved into his porcelain skin.

Eddie took a deep breath, "She met me in the woods after school one day. I was just going to sell to her an ounce or two, but she wanted something harder, so I took her over to the trailer with me after Hellfire. Told her I had K."

You dragged your thumb over his jaw soothingly. His eyes closed as he remembered.

"I went to my room to grab it and when I came back she was...I don't know. She wasn't talking or moving. She couldn't hear me trying to wake her up. Her eyes were just...rolled back."

He squeezed your hand, tears welling in his eyes.

"She lifted up into the air...and her bones...started to snap..."

He shuddered, eyes finally brimming over, and you held him close. A shiver went down your spine as you tried to hide the horror bubbling inside you.

"Her eyes..." His expression crumbled, hands trembling as he held your waist. He shook his head, quickly abandoning the thought, as if it was too much for him to handle. "It killed her. Vecna. It killed her right in front of me and I ran. I left her there."

His throat tightened as he saw that tears were rolling down your cheeks.

"I hid."

Your chest ached. Christ. Jesus Christ you were so stupid.

"I'm...I'm so sorry. God, I'm so fucking sorry. I'm such an asshole, Eds. I didn't even think. You were having to relive this shit alone while I was being bitchy and jealous and -"

He pulled you in close, "No, hey...it's not your fault. Please don't say that. You didn't know." He rubbed your back sweetly. "I would have done the same thing, ok? I should have told you a long time ago. I just..."

There was a long silence. Again, he shook his head. Your heart weighed heavy in your chest. You whispered, "What happened to Jason?"

"It got him too, in the end." His voice was weak when he spoke. "The government stepped in. It was easier to let people think they'd run off together than to explain two...mutilated bodies." His eyelashes stuck together with silent tears. "Their parents don't even know what happened to them."

The trailer went quiet. Distantly, you could hear a dog barking. The street lamps made the window in Eddie's room glow orange.

He cradled your face, brushing a tear from your cheek as you held his hand steady. "I'm sorry you had to find out like this." He sounded so tired. So gentle. "I'd hoped I'd never have to tell you but I...After Jeff brought her up last night, I kept thinking about it and the nightmares came back."

"Eds...it's not your fault. Not at all. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I should've known there was something more going on."

He pressed a kiss to your nose, sweetly. "I'm glad you're Y/N L/N. You know that, right? I don't want Chrissy Cunningham. I want you. I want my stoner babe. Always."

You blushed, "I got insecure. I thought you'd must've really loved her if you were that upset when she ran off with Jason."

"No. Just...you know. Didn't need any reminders."

Your chest hurt, thinking of him carrying the weight of what he'd seen all by himself.

"Eds..." He looked at you with those big brown eyes, and you nearly lost your breath. "I'm here...if you ever want to talk about it."

He smiled softly, pulling you close. "Soon. I'll get there soon, I promise. And you'll be the first person I find when I do."

You kissed him, chaste and gentle and sweet, and his heartbeat started to relax a little. You combed through his hair lovingly. "How are you feeling?"

He gives a soft chuckle, rubbing his teary eyes. "I'm alright. I'll make it. It's just hard to think about."

You laid your head on his shoulder, trailing kisses up his neck to whisper in his ear. "Why don't you let me make it feel better, then?"

He gave you a sleepy, sly smile. "Well how could I say no to that?"

***********

[lesbianspirirt]

Masterlist: D.R Ideas

hey! this is a masterlist (obvi) of D.R/I.R ideas for you<3 please let me know if you like it, what reality you're going to shift to, and what other shifting content you want to see from me

just a nsfw warning, there are some mature themes in a lot of the media listed, as well as some jokes, swears (i think idk tbh), all below the cut

ALSO: please remember that reality shifting brings you to real worlds, the people in those places are REAL they have feelings, thoughts, they aren't just characters there!

Once Upon a Time (it's a T.V series based on fairytales, but it's kinda dark, never watched it tho so idk much about it)

The Wolf Among Us (telltale video game, similar vibes to Once Upon a Time)

Stranger Things (never watched it, but it looks horrifying so yknow)

FNAF/Five Nights At Freddy's (might start working on one for myself, kinda want to be a paranormal investigator in that world)

Elden Rings (I know nothing about the game so if this suggestion is ass just ignore it lol)

Halo (looks like a cool world but again idk what its like so)

Squid Game (don't remember if this was in my other lists and too lazy to check)

Minecraft (maybe not blocky cuz like that's nightmare fuel)

Days Gone (video game)

World War Z (never seen anything from it but i think there's a story and characters with personalities)

Scooby-Doo

Detroit: Become Human (i think i already added this in the other lists but whatever)

Red Dead Redemption

Doki Doki Literature Club (maybe, like, a normal version without the sentient computer storyline)

Yandere Sim (maybe remove Yan-chan cuz obvious reasons 😨)

Life is Strange (idk, seems pretty chill but idk much about it either)

Heavy Rain

Watch Dogs (kinda boring unless you're a super-hacker but hey, i need to fill this list lmao)

Pokémon

The Walking Dead Game: Michonne (don't think a lot of ppl know about this one)

Beyond Two Souls (kinda scary ig but cuz of the paranormal shit going on in that world)

that's all the new stuff, everything below this is form my other 2 lists since this post is a masterlist lol

Disney (I personally want to shift to experience the story of Frozen and Tangled since it's hinted that they're connected also bc I'm Norwegian)

Modern! A.U of media from your current reality

TMNT (whatever version you prefer)

X-Men

Teen Titans (i can't remember if I added it to the last one lol)

Justice League

Villain (not an excuse to kill, torture, etc.)

Sims (there's lot's of lore, lot's of the pre-made characters have cool stories, some are hot too)

Domestic (live a domestic life style with anyone you want to, you could have a few children or live like a house-spouse)

Divergent (recently. the movies were added to Canadian Netflix, it's kind of like The Hunger Games and isn't too bad other than the horrible love interest it should've been Christina and Tris they would've been so cute)

High School! A.U of media from your current reality (for example: Arcane in a high school setting, can be set in whatever decade or world you want)

Decade! A.U of any media from your current reality (script out the bad things cuz good god if it's anything like this reality, you'll be leaving asap)

Time Traveler (y'know, time travel)

Totally Spies

The Princess Bride

Percy Jackson

The Wizard of Oz

Avatar (the blue one)

Pirates of the Caribbean

Criminal Minds

Bob's Burgers

Modern Family

Artemis Fowl

The Maze Runner

The Owl House

Z Nation

The Walking Dead Game

Deadpool (his sidekick, side-chick, im not judging)

The Outsiders

Ouran High School Host Club (be rich, incredibly desirable, both, neither, whatever)

Your own Spiderverse world

Avatar The Last Airbender

The Legend of Korra

The Last of Us

Everything Sucks!

Birds of Prey

Victorious

Monthly Girls' Nozaki-kun (make manga with an unlikely group of friends)

Royalty D.R

Victorian Vampire D.R (maybe like just make yourself need rare steak instead of humans or something)

Animal D.R (try out living as a cat with some sweet folks or live as an ant idk just make sure that you can still think DO NOT let yourself forget to keep your human consciousness)

No Nips D.R (can you tell that I’m running out of ideas?)

Decade D.R (you got a favourite decade? one that has music, fashion and movies that you love? yeah)

H2O: Just Add Water (stay away from the condensation tho)

Genshin Impact (powers and you could be a god ig)

D&D (basically a fantasy D.R)

Randomly Generated Rom-Com (you don’t know what kind of story you’ll get to live through plus it’s a rom-com, no sad shit here)

any Tremors movie (movies are scary af, not really recommended but its your choice)

Arcane

Miraculous Ladybug (make sure you script out the uh, odd things)

Ghost D.R (scare, harass, haunt, whatever you want!)

Rage Room D.R (have a D.R thats just a room full of shit to break)

Pillow D.R (lonely and tired? just shift into a world where you’re sleeping on a hot persons thighs/boobs)

Mario Universe

Zelda D.R (based on whatever game or the show from like the 80s)

[insane-arcane]

Prologue to Silco's Enforcer Child A.U

Everything was blurry.

  As you shifted from your position on the ground your body felt numb. Standing shakily on two feet your shoes tossed aside in the scuffle, the usually comforting gold and bronze of the bridge was now blindingly bright reflecting the burning flames all around you. Cinders floated in the air and ash got tangled in your hair as you struggled to stay standing.

  Reaching for the handrail of the bridge you stumbled forward feeling dizzy. Little shocks went through your legs and every step made your nerves burn. Clutching a bronze column tightly the cool metal soothed your cracked hands. Staring at the ground trying to focus, your eyesight kept flashing. Bringing a hand to your ear the noises around you sounded far away or like you were underwater as they loudly rang. 

  Inching forwards clutching the handrail, the air smelled like sulfur. It inflamed your chest as you heaved in unclean air. As the pain flooded your body your head throbbed the most. Slowly you brought your hand up to touch your temple as people ran by you panicked, nearly knocking you over. Almost losing your footing you groan leaning against the guardrail. Your fingers, why did they feel sticky? 

 As the world swayed around you, sound slowly came back more clear. Trying to hear what was going on your head was throbbing, making it hard to focus as you stumbled forwards to get somewhere. 

 Hissing as the pain overwhelms your senses you recoil sharply as something wet stained your fingers. Flashes filled your eyes and the sound of gunfire and screams echoed in your ears. Stepping back your foot hit something and you feared looking down at what it could be. 

  Pulling your hand away from the wound on your head bringing it close to your face you squinted but your vision was getting increasingly worse. Red. Red and gold. Red staining gold. Blood. Cries rang out all around you messing with your head. The echoes and sounds of gun powder stuffing guns before shots were fired made your eyes widen. Echo. Powder. Air heavy with smoke from the fire and ash from those burning made you start to choke, losing your train of thought. As the wind blew towards you, you raised your arms feeling the sting of cinders as they hit your skin. 

 Beginning to cry confused and alone you tried to get the soot out of your eyes. You stumbled forwards through the smoke, your bare feet hitting scattered objects before you lost your balance on something and fell to your knees. More people rushed past you and the thundering of boots made everything white for a moment. A loud bang above you and your heart rate spiked as your breathing quickened. A thud near you telling you the horrible thing you already knew happened, had happened.

  Gripping the grates on the walkway of the bridge you cling to the cold metal trying to steady yourself. Red dripped off your face and dried on your flesh. 

 Looking up, the sun was setting through the heavy smoke and fog causing complicated shadows and a red light that made the dark bridge darker. Breathing deeply heaving in a mix of sulfur and salty air you look down at the water below through the grates of the bridge. Instead of the gorgeous blue you knew it as, it was a horrible oily color. Full of toxins and metal, it was also stained red with the blood of innocents. The blood of people you could no longer help. 

 Looking up in desperation for some sign of hope there were strange flashes. Blurry shadow figures running away. Reaching your hands out hoping someone would grab you and take you away from here they all pass you. The sounds ring in your head louder than before, bouncing and echoing in your brain as if it's all happening far away and not right in front of you. But slowly the carnage was revealed through the smoke and fog. 

  Closing your eyes you shook. Where was your family? Your father? Your friends? Feeling the tears you tilt your head up trying to blink away the soot blocking your sight. Your vision remains blurred at your efforts but begins to get a bit better as the world slowly becomes clearer. Shock slowly starts to wear away as you shake your head no. 

 Hands digging into the ash below you have never felt more alone. Opening your mouth to cry out to them, your unknown family, you nearly stop breathing. The taste of metal and smoke suddenly fills your lungs as you become more aware of what's happening. The small fires burn brightly all around you threatening to burn you alive. It suffocates you and fills your chest with ash as your mouth becomes dangerously dry. The tears continue to leak down your face, dripping and staining your red hands as you begin to violently shake. Opening your mouth trying to call out again you sob instead. Why couldn't you remember their names? Why was it when you opened your mouth that all that came out were pleading noises instead of names? 

 Bringing your ash covered hands to your hair you pull in frustration. You wanted your dad. Your uncle's. Your sisters and brothers. But their faces were so blurry. And your memories were a mess. 

 You couldn't even remember how you got here, or which side of the bridge you came from. It was all a messy blur like charcoal smeared on paper. Why did you come here? You weren't ready. They told you, you weren't ready. And yet you came. Drowning in your thoughts, brain swimming in confusion, your head throbbed harder pushing everything else away. 

 As blood continued to run down the side of your face now caked in ash and dirt, you laid against the bridge railing heart hammering away in your chest. It burned, the once cold metal was now hot and it dug into your skin as you tried to collect your bearings. As you tried to remember. 

 Pausing as shadows fall over you, you turn your gaze up. The clouds seem to break and the sun shines again.

  A bronze glint catches your eye before a black uniform blankets your sight, dwarfing your small form with a much larger one. An enforcer was staring you down. Devil horns flash across his head and you remember their the enemy. Kicking back holding your arms up afraid they'd do something, they don't hurt you. 

 Opening your eyes slowly the figure was bending down, taking off their mask and giving it to you. Unable to react still in shock, they press it into your face. Fresh and cool air filled your lungs easing the pain in your chest as you took a deep breath savoring the gift. Your mind with that one breath began to clear slightly as things came more into focus. But then you felt like coughing. 

  As they gently pulled the mask away you began to shake. You hack up what was inside you from everything around you. Thick red and watery black dripping from your chapped lips. You felt dizzy and sick as your entire body burned. And for some strange reason you felt distrustful of this person even as they helped you. But when your lip was carefully wiped with a glove and you were given the mask back your head began to numb just the tiniest bit and you felt your fear slipping away little by little. 

  You were tired. Tired of fighting, of remembering. 

   Vision still swimming and head still spinning, you remember feeling weightless as you're picked up and wrapped in a cape. As you're cradled close and blanketed in warmth like a small child. Feeling safe as arms wrap around and support you, you're tucked under their chin and held close. You squirm a bit unsure if this is where you belong but they carefully hold on, their soft lips pressing to your forehead. 

 "I'm taking you home..." The person mumbles to you rubbing your back slightly and you stop squirming as much. The feeling too familiar to fight. 

  … Home? 

 Leaning against them you weakly grip their soft uniform. As they walk across the bridge other bronze and wellkept uniforms glimmering with badges join you, walking side by side. The smell of copper and ash and sulfur begins to fade as the air becomes sweeter and less stale. As sugar and flowers become more distinct. 

  Little puffs of white leave your mouth as the enforcer mask stays on your face purifying the otherwise dangerous air. You can hear the person's heartbeat as they walk with you and you listen to their shoes thump against the bridge as the badges on their chest jingle. Your vision was still blurry but it was clearer now that you were out of the smoke and fog. 

 As you take one last look to the opposite side of the bridge you see a large man and two girls. One seems to reach out for you and lifting your hand you do the same mirroring the mysterious figure. And then the world slowly fades as you lose consciousness. The whisper of a name haunting your lips as the little blue haired girl disappears with her pink haired sister. 

 You were going Home. 

~~~

A/N: Don't comment you want to be tagged. Keep the comments open for feedback/critique on my work. Leave your request to be tagged in my askbox please.

Taglist:

@pinkninja200 @shadow-pancake9 @athenapspspsp @mercenarystrike @strawbebe-dk @joscelyn02 @wanna-plan-world-domination

First part:

[nkp1981]

Doctor Who and Tangled A.U.

my creation

[bonniebennettkingdom]

Title: Walk of shame 

 Author: dinky

Synopsis:  It was supposed to be a business meeting between him and me. Somehow everything got tangled up. Slight A.U.

Pairing: Klonnie

Status: Work in progress

[ladysunamireads]

At Last I See the Light

At Last I See The Light by Randomgirl4

Miraculous Ladybug Tangled A.U. Im literally just going to watch the whole movie and then make it Marichat... you’re welcome.

Words: 2614, Chapters: 2, Status: In-Progress, Language: English

Fandoms: Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir

Rated: K

Genre: Romance/Adventure

Characters: Adrien A./Cat Noir, Marinette D-C./Ladybug, Tikki, Plagg

Read Here: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/13620050

[olivieblake]

Finished reading A.U. and wondering what I can say w/out spoiling. Loved the whole parallel universes/realms/characters overlapping aspect of it. For the good portion of it, I subconsciously kept trying to guess who Draco is(lol), but I suppressed this urge, as that would've been terribly unfair and disrespectful​ to your original writing. Then I remembered, you said you write dramione even when you don't, and by the end, it became clear, that in a way, EVERyone was Draco! 1/2

cont’d: 2/2 Somehow, I didn’t see the ending twist coming, though I should have. I did guess the final pairing, though. You captured the intricacies of the writing in such an endearing way, that is soo Olivie. Wondering if the wip you are doing for Witch Way magazine will also be available for purchase when completed? Also, How to win, fucking amazing again

Hi hi hi I’m so glad you enjoyed A.U.! It’s one of those plots that has sort of a crazy backstory (long story but the short version is that I was in an uberpool with someone I was convinced was reading my mind, and then I started wondering what the likelihood was that he was a sorcerer from another realm you know how it is) but I’m really fond of it. I like Laurel a lot, and I miss her sometimes! She’s one of my favorite protagonists. I like that she’s got so much under the surface, and I hope one day to revisit her.

And as for Lovely Tangled Vices I assume so, but I don’t want to say that with certainty; the story belongs exclusively to Witch Way and whatever they choose to do with it is up to them, but I imagine it will also be compiled. It will likely be much longer than A.U., though, so may not be available for a year or so. I just finished Chapter 5, and our witches are juuuuust getting into the thick of it

[officially-multi-fandom]

||Tangled Hearts|| three

Joe Mazzello x Fem!reader Tangled A.U.

Warnings : hints of abusive relationships, hints of a bad childhood

Taglist : @mazzell-ro // @speciallyred // @mistiermistshazierdays // @somarsword // @lizgarxo //

taglist is open!

~~~~

series masterlist || main masterlist

~~~~

(Y/N) didn't know Tim. She didn't know him in the slightest. Why was she trusting him to let her out of this dungeon she grew to call her home?

The answer would have been easy, that he was her only hope. And to some extent, he was. She loved adventures even though she hadn't been on one, not one she could remember, anyway. But after meeting him and serving him some leftover soup (while he awkwardly stood in the corner of the kitchen, rubbing his sore shoulders), she realized how desperate she was. She didn't know who he was, but yet he would be more trustable than her mother.

She was doubtful, of course. What if people like him were the reason her mother locked her up? Were people like him the reason that daughters couldn't sleep at night? Were people like him the reason that people would be deemed as "kind" since the bar seemed so low? She didn't know. But she didn't have anything to lose, and if anything were to happen, then she would finally get a chance to show off her impeccable skill of injuring people with only a frying pan.

She was snapped out of her reverie from a loud sigh at the other end of the table. She saw Tim stretching his arms over his head leisurely, a yawn escaping his lips.

"Well, that was one of the most amazing soups I've had, so thank you for that," he said, his awkwardness from earlier seemed to have gone, or maybe he was just masking it well.

She nodded, and a small "You're welcome" was said. Her mother may have been a monster, but that didn't stop her from teaching the young girl some manners.

Her eyes didn't leave him, neither did his. She did not know what he was thinking, and she didn't want to know. She didn't know how people worked, never having met a person other than her unstable mother. The only person she knew was herself, but can you honestly say that you know yourself if you haven't met company that brings out other parts of you?

She wondered what his life was like. Was he trapped, was he being "protected" from the evils of the world—or was he a free wanderer?

She didn't know how long she stared at him, but then again he was allowing her to stare at him. "Right, so I will be asking for payback, as I said," she started. He nodded, taking a deep breath. "We should go u-"

"I don't get your deal," he blurted.

"My deal?" she asked, narrowing her eyes.

"Yes, why were you acting so weird about money? And why are you in this tower in the middle of nowhere? Are you a witch?" he asked.

His last sentence was meant to be a joke, and she noticed it as one but she didn't laugh. She didn't want to show any emotions, fearing she would be deemed as weak.

"Well," she started, taking a deep breath herself. Should she really be telling all of this to a person she just met?

Well, too late now.

"My mother doesn't trust anyone and I think that sort of projected on me. So she gave birth to me and hid me here so I wouldn't be attacked or manipulated. And that's also why I want to go to The Outside and see what she's hiding me from. It can't be that bad right? I see the birds chirping from my window and the grass under the tower every day and it kills me that I can't feel it," she ranted, her hands flinging wildly.

Yes, she wasn't telling him the whole picture, how she would say things to her if she didn't sing the song. And yes, she was also hiding from him the fact that she was born bearing magic.

Seeing that her rant was over, Tim tilted his head. "That's a pretty cool origin story if you ask me," he said, once again trying to make her laugh. He was good at trying, she noticed. Giving in, she laughed a bit, not really getting the joke.

She looked at him again, but this time he was smiling widely, proud of his accomplishment. She felt butterflies in the pit of her stomach, or something like that; she had only read this feeling in books after all.

Too oblivious to notice anything else, she smiled back at him, now giving him the advantage of knowing her better. She figured since she was going to go on an adventure with him, she might as well show him some of her soft side.

He stood up, dragging his chair backward in the process. She looked up at him, now standing up as well. "Shall we go to the outside then, m'lady?" he asked, the smile still on his face.

She nodded, but seeing him head towards the main door, said, "Oh no, that's always locked. I have a rope upstairs though."

He had a wild look in his eyes. "W-we're going to slide down a rope?" he asked.

"Well, yeah, there's no other option, really," she said, pointing to his now broken arrows.

He nodded in affirmation although he still seemed nervous.

Seeing him like this made her pity him, so she held his hand in hers, rubbing what she hoped to be comforting circles on the back of his surprisingly warm hand. She didn't know this only made his heartbeat race up ten times faster, she didn't look at his face as his eyes blew wide open. She just smiled slightly and said, "It's okay, I'm sure nothing bad will happen."

She read people doing this in books. She got all of her "people knowledge" from books.

She let go of his hand, walking towards the stairs, silently telling Tim to follow.

She also didn't see the slightly disappointed look he had when she let go.

~~

"Are you sure this is strong enough?" he asked her, genuinely terrified of this too-thin rope.

She nodded quite assuringly, though he wasn't convinced. "Are you scared of heights?" she asked. Her look wasn't of a person trying to tease him, just a genuine question. She probably wouldn't even know what teasing was, he thought.

So he nodded, trying not to let his heartbeat be audible to her. "Well, aren't you afraid of something?" he asked.

"Not really, I haven't experienced anything to be afraid of it," she said, though she did seem a little uncertain. He decided not to pry.

He made a silent promise in his head that he would give her anything if it meant she wouldn't be afraid.

He didn't really want to do this, though. He did not want to take a random girl somewhere to see the "world", or a small part of it, anyway.

But, she helped him so it was only polite to help her too. And besides, if he wanted to, he could just hand her over to some other people and get rid of yet another responsibility in his life.

He also didn't want to address his feelings.

He slowly looked down from her window, still scared. He took in a huge breath and before he could let it out, he heard her whisper, "Do you want to go first?"

Without thinking, he blurted out a "yes." He mentally berated himself for doing this, guessing spontaneity was probably another thing he carried from his childhood.

He didn't even register the fact that (Y/N) was rubbing circles on his back, as his breathing returned to somewhat normal.

He reached out for the rope, gripping it tightly as he slowly climbed out of the window.

One by one, he dragged his feet down, then his hands, then his feet and so on, only concentrating on his breathing, only looking up at the skies and (Y/N)'s head peeking from the window, and soon enough he could feel the small stream flowing below, as he looked down. Only one more step and he could jump and land on the soft, plush grass.

And he did.

He could also hear (Y/N) cheer for him from above, and even though her voice was faint, her excitement was visible.

He smiled widely, pumping his fists above him. He looked up and waved her to climb down as well, and even though only her silhouette was visible, he could imagine her nodding.

He stepped aside and soon enough she dragged herself down the same way he did, though her eyes were glued to the ground. She was barefoot, he realized, and made a mental note to buy her good shoes, if he could afford it from his bit of money he had in his bag.

She stayed there, gripping the rope, her knuckles white, as she stared at the ground that was now close to her. He didn't realize how much this meant to her.

Her foot touched the cool grass as he held his breath.

A wide smile emerged on her face, so wide that he could barely see her eyes, but if he could, he was pretty sure they were sparkling. Her smile was contagious, he found himself smiling as well.

Her other foot slowly touched the ground as well, as she looked around her, seeing the beautiful world, and him.

~~~

sorry for the extremely late updates, school and other things are weighing down at the moment, but I hope you guys like it!!

also for those of you who have requested us anything, we're so sorry for coming up so late with the fics, we promise we'll try to make up for our absense.

also a huge thank you to @mazzell-ro for helping me!!! thank you, from the bottom of my heart <3

-izzy

[nish-e-r-r-o-r-neesh]

Tangled... In pasta...?

OKAY! So here’s the thing: this is a fanfiction I wrote for a fanfiction requested by @maryranstadler1 for a GerIta Tangled A.U. where Germany is Flynn and Italy is Rapunzel. The thing is, I am now in love with this idea, that I need to turn this into A FULL LENGTH STORY. So yep, I’m also going to put this up on FanFiction.net and going to update by chapter here on Tumblr as well!

Because GerIta is one of my greatest OTPs and Tangled is pretty much my fave disney princess movie (because Lion King and Wreck It Ralph are the non-princess faves XD ) Again, thanks to maryranstadler1 for the request!

This is the first chapter...

Title: Tangled...In Pasta...?

This is the story of a boy, named Feliciano; and it starts with the sun.

Now, once upon a time, a single drop of sunlight fell from the heavens. And from this small drop of sun, grew a magic, golden flower. It had the ability to heal the sick and injured. Of course, this was all written off as a legend. No one would totally, completely believe in something as incredulous as a magic flower, no would they?

Well, centuries passed, and a hop, skip and a boat ride away grew a kingdom. The kingdom was ruled by a beloved king and queen. And the queen…

…well, she was about to have a baby. And she got sick. Really sick.

Queen Elizaveta was running out of time, and that’s when people usually start to look for a miracle. Or in this case, a magic golden flower.

Now, someone did manage to find this golden flower before—an old man by the name of Flavio Vargas. But instead of sharing the sun’s gift, he hoarded its healing power and used it to keep himself young for hundreds of years. And all he had to do was sing a special song…

Flower gleam and glow, let your power shine…

His wrinkled hands would cup its petals, pupils wide with greed.

Make the clock reverse, bring back what once was mine…

And his skin would grow taut and fresh, spots disappearing, any trace of white on his hair chased back into a vibrant gold.

What once was mine.

And just like that, the miracle was kept to himself, and he lived with this secret for hundreds of years. That is, until a crucial blunder was made at the worst of all possible times.

It was an accidental flick of his oil lantern, a panicked movement upon hearing the rumbling of hooves and footsteps. Flavio could do nothing but watch, hidden away behind the brush, as his precious little flower was spotted and uprooted, glaring icily at his protective leaf-dome now forgotten on the banks of a river.

“We found it! We found it!” Gleaming armor, leather-saddled steeds… the soldiers of the kingdom have indeed found it.

Now in the palace, the magic of the golden flower healed the queen with a simple little concoction. As she drank the magicl liquid, hope returned to the hearts of the people and to the heart of King Roderich.

Months later, a healthy baby boy, a prince was born. A little hint: he was Feliciano.

His amber eyes were bright with joy, their luster matching that of the thick, caramel locks sprouting from his scalp, adorned with an adorable little curl to the side and a jewel-studded crown on his head.

The king and queen, as well as the kingdom, had been brought joy to by the young prince. His bright smile could outshine the sun any time, and his little giggles of laughter were music to the ears.  

To celebrate his birth, the king and queen launched a flying lantern into the sky for the entire kingdom to see. Festivities went on in the prince’s honor, and the Sun became the kingdom’s symbol in memory of that flower. And for that one moment, everything was perfect.

And then that moment ended.

In the dark of the night, Flavio, the old man wrecked with grief and anger at the loss of his beloved miracle, scaled the palace towers with the intention of getting it back.

The balcony was open, King Roderich and Queen Elizaveta fast asleep and thoroughly exhausted, and there, in the little crib in the center of the vast bedroom, was his prize. Flavio wanted to test his little theory.

“Flower gleam and glow,” At the uttered melody, the boy’s hair began to glow. Amber locks gleamed in the dark resembling a light almost golden. Bingo. “Let your power shine,” Now all he needed was a good bunch of that hair and he would be gone, quick as he planned. Out came the scissors. Snip! “Make the clock re—”

Flavio gasped, stumbling back. The golden glow faded and the luscious amber of the boy’s hair grew into an ugly, dull brown. His hands wrinkled once more; he could feel himself growing older by the second.  No, no chances could be taken.

In one swift motion he swooped the boy into his arms and ran out to the balcony, but not without an alarmed cry and a clatter of falling scissors to alert the king and queen. But then it was too late.

He’d broken into the castle, stole the child, and just like that— gone.

The kingdom searched and searched, but they could not find the prince. But deep within the forest, in a hidden tower, Flavio raised the child as his own…

He taught little Feliciano the special song, and would have him sing it, in his sweet little voice, as his hair was brushed every day. Flavio had found his new magic flower, and this time he was determined to keep it hidden.

When little Feliciano would ask, “Why can’t I go outside?” He would always respond with his same, reasonable answer.

“The outside world is a dangerous place, filled with horrible, selfish people.” He shakes his head. “You must stay here, where you’re safe. Do you understand, flower?”

An innocent little nod. “Yes, Papa.”

But the walls of that tower could not hide everything.

Each night of that one day of the year, that one special day of his birth, Feliciano would sneak through the halls, past his Papa’s bedroom door. All the way to the window he’d walk, gathering up his footstool to stand on and throwing open the great wooden shutters.

There, he’d see those little sparkling lights in the distant sky, moving upwards in such delicate grace. He felt as if they were calling him, beckoning him to come closer, even though he hadn’t the slightest clue what they were.

They couldn’t be the stars, they moved far too quickly for that, and shone far brighter. It didn’t matter. They were special, and they were special to Feliciano.

For each year, the king and queen released thousands of flying lanterns into the sky, in hopes that one day their lost prince would return…

__________________________

Yes. I re-watched the movie for this and based these on Flynn’s opening narration. Next chapter coming in soon! Don’t worry, everyone else who requested other fics will get theirs! Anyone else can still request, no worries!

Chapter 2!

FanFiction.net

[lesbianspirirt]

my first list of i.r/d.r ideas didn't get much traction but what can you do🤷‍♀️

c.w: brief mentions of killing and torture on Villain i.r/d.r note

Disney (I personally want to shift to experience the story of Frozen and Tangled since it's hinted that they're connected also bc I'm Norwegian)

Modern! A.U of media from your current reality

TMNT (whatever version you prefer)

X-Men

Teen Titans (i can't remember if I added it to the last one lol)

Justice League

Villain (not an excuse to kill, torture, etc.)

Sims (there's lot's of lore, lot's of the pre-made characters have cool stories, some are hot too)

Domestic (live a domestic life style with anyone you want to, you could have a few children or live like a house-spouse)

Divergent (recently. the movies were added to Canadian Netflix, it's kind of like The Hunger Games and isn't too bad other than the horrible love interest it should've been Christina and Tris they would've been so cute)

High School! A.U of media from your current reality (for example: Arcane in a high school setting, can be set in whatever decade or world you want)

Decade! A.U of any media from your current reality (script out the bad things cuz good god if it's anything like this reality, you'll be leaving asap)

Time Traveler (y'know, time travel)

Totally Spies

The Princess Bride

Percy Jackson

The Wizard of Oz

Avatar (the blue one)

Pirates of the Caribbean

Criminal Minds

Bob's Burgers

Modern Family

Artemis Fowl

The Maze Runner

The Owl House

[aubrisixx]

Touch

I don't really like to be touched, by anyone really. It makes me feel dirty and uncomfortable. There are days when, all I want to do is wash my body with bleach because I can't stand the way their skin feels. Some days, I can handle hugs. Some days, I crave to be cuddled. But the feeling of his skin against mine, made me crave more than a hug. I found myself dreaming to be tangled with him. Not with white sheets within the walls of his room, but with the calluses of his palm meshing with mine. I miss his hugs. He described my eyes with words I cannot spell. My boring eyes. He reads me like an open book, he said my eyes get bright and sparkle when I'm happy, and dull when I'm sad. His life is a highway, constantly busy while mine is a old dirt road. I'm sorry that your highway is always filled with passing people. -A.U

[officially-multi-fandom]

||Tangled Hearts|| one

Joe Mazzello x Fem!reader Tangled A.U.

Warnings : slight abusive relationships, maybe?

Taglist : @mazzell-ro @aspiringsomeone @ilikebigstucks @somarsword @lizgarxo 

~~~~

series masterlist | masterlist

~~~~

Spending close to twenty one years in a hidden tower with your only parental figure telling you that “the outside is dangerous” can lead to some curiosity.

Of course, her mind wouldn’t rest. She would always come up with stories in her head about how horrible or how amazing The Outside would be, right from how the grass would feel at her feet, to how the people would manipulate her.

The world had it’s dangers, but it also had its beauties.

Like the flowers she grew on the sill of her window. Everyday it would grow just a little bit more, the birds would chirp louder in the evening, the sky would change its colours every dawn and every evening. It gave her joy, thinking what life could be outside, yet still being protected from the dangers.

 She was a little sad, too. Spending almost all her life in a tower without a companion except for a chameleon.

Yes, she might just be going slightly insane. Bored, stuck in a tower, with all the bare space she had in her room used as a canvas for painting.

She didn’t think there was anything special about her, well, except from her powers.

Healing powers didn’t really come in handy when she had no one to heal, except for her mother who would come every day and ask her to heal some minor cuts she got from her morning expedition.

Her mother, a pale, thin, curly haired lady. Despite having a 21 year old daughter, she didn’t look old. She told her daughter tales of when she was young, how the men would swoon over her, trying to get her attention. But in the end, after she announced she was having a baby, her partner left her. She’d be “undesirable” now, with a baby “ruining” her body. So, she swore an oath that nothing of that sort would happen to her beloved daughter.

Her healing powers would always remain a mystery, though. Her mother claimed that it was all her father’s fault, her selfish father, who didn’t even want to see her when she was born. but it always left (Y/N) wondering. Sometimes, she would like to come up with stories in er head while trying to sleep.

What would happen if she met him? would she be angry and slap him, or would she embrace him? would he beg for forgiveness or would he be angry?

She liked to dwell on things that she knew would probably not happen.

“Sweetheart, I’m back!” her mother’s voice rung out from downstairs. That was the only place she could go to, except from her bedroom. Though she wasn’t allowed to paint on the walls there, but she could cook and possibly move the scarce furniture here and there so that she could change at least something around here.

Quickly making her way downstairs, she found her mother waiting there with arms wide open for a hug, as always.

(Y/N) smiled, despite for her growing hatred for her mother. (Y/N) understood, to some extent, that her mother was right in protecting her. But trapping her in a tower with no place to go just seemed like a cruel joke.

Trying to ignore all these thoughts, she warmly hugged her mother in anticipation that she might have brought something, and trying to be kind to her even though it was getting past her pushing point. After all, her mother trusted her and didn’t want to loose her.

“(Y/N), darling, I’m exhausted, why don’t you massage my feet, dear? You know how much it relaxes me.” her mother said, raising an eyebrow with a small smirk on her face.

She wasn’t asking, she was commanding.

Of course, the girl had to say yes.

“Mother?” she asked, while setting the stool infront of the chair so her mother could put her feet up on it.

“Yes, darling?”

 It could be worth a shot, right?

 “I was just- I was just wondering…you know, with my birthday coming up, I thought you could maybe take me outside? It doesn’t- ”

“No.”

She deflated. All her hope vanished, as she tried reasoning again, but she knew her mother wouldn’t listen.

“But we can just go a tiny bit outside the to-”

“(Y/N), I said no. listen to your mother.” She said sternly.

The girl sighed. “But its my birthday!” she tried to reason.

“(Y/N). I can get you something else for your birthday if you want.” she said.

The gears in (Y/N)’s brain started moving rapidly. She smiled. “Yes mother! Can I please get the paints you got me last time? They were so smooth, I could paint with them all day. And oh, maybe some of those thick fabrics to paint on?” she rambled.

“Yes, yes, I can do that. I’ll start tomorrow.” Her mother said, finally smiling. “now massage my feet dear, they’re dying of pain”

(Y/N) smiled. She could almost feel the nervousness and adrenaline kicking in, as she began to massage her mother’s feet, planning for tomorrow.

~~~~~~

thank you for reading!

~izzy <3