#vk fanfiction

[frostbitingabyss]

YUME ONESHOT

[gudvina]

The sea fig, ch. I, Emma.

(First chapter of this series, posting just because I'm proud of this prologue)

It was an early morning when London was awakened by horns bellowing, accompanying ships that were approaching the city. The sky was of an ashy colour, darkening as the clouds filled with rain, and the Londinium’s sentinels struggled to identify the ships’ banner as water, sky and air blended and created an untouchable barrier. When the boat was finally visible, though, seeing the Norman banners filled them with release, and soon the visitor was let in.

When Queen Emma was alerted of a visit from Normandy, she was surprised. She hadn’t received a previous notice, and her brothers’ last letter had come just after Canute’s departure, congratulating for her new marriage. She sat on her throne, her niece in law Gytha by her right and her lady in wait Aelfwynn by her left, waiting for the visitor to come.

They didn’t have to wait long, for soon the blue doors opened and let in her guards, Lord Godwin and a mass of Norman soldiers. In the midst of them a young woman came forth. She was tall with dark brown hair braided in a simple updo, clad with a brown furred coat that was fastened with a sun shaped golden broach. Emma instantly recognized the symbol; it was inspired by the oriflamme of Saint-Denis, once raised by her grandfather’s parents.

She bowed after her, and Emma got up from her sit to walk to the girl. One of the Norman soldiers approached her, greeted as due and spoke.

“My Queen, it is an honour to be before you. We are men of your brother, Duke Richard the Good, and we are accompanying your niece, Lady Adelaide. The duke wishes for her to stay with you and sends his best regards”.

Emma listened closely. She knew her niece, though last time she had met her was a long time ago. Now she was before her, bowing not anymore as a wild child but as a young woman with the usual Norman countenance. And she was surprised. Her brother loved his daughters, they were the jewels he prided around anytime he could, and her sister-in-law was a devoted mother. What could have prompted them from wishing to part from her?

Her curiosity needed to wait, and she got down to gently hold her niece and help her into a standing position. She could feel Godwin’s eyes on her, surprised of her sudden display of affection to the girl, but she ignored it and smiled softly at the young girl whose face was so familiar.

“Niece, welcome to London. Why would my brother part Normandy from one of their gems?”

“My Queen, my father wishes me to marry the Lord of Lyonnais. I refused.”

Queen Emma turned to see Godwin’s face drop, his expression showing how impressed he was with her niece. “As you can see, Lord Godwin, Norman Ladies have a tendency for impertinence”.

She saw the Lord regain his composure and come forth to curtsy, almost embarrassed to have lost his poise. “Adela, this is Lord Godwin, Jarl of Wessex. He is the right hand of King Canute”. Adelaide greeted him properly, and Emma couldn’t help but beam with pride, grateful that her brother had educated her niece in the same fashion as their father had.

“Adela, now tell me, do you have any good news from Normandy?” asked Emma as she sat down the throne.

“The good news is that my father’s work to legitimize our claim to the motherland is bearing its fruits. My sister is growing steadily, and my younger brothers have already started their training”.

“That’s very good. And my children?”

“They are well and are being trained by our Uncle Geoffrey. Before coming here I visited them, and I am happy to report that Edward is advancing in his studies and Alfred is following suit”.

Emma couldn’t have been happier to hear news of her children, and to know that they had a cousin such as Adela brought her much relief. Despite this she wasn’t blind to Adela’s shifting and rigid posture, showing some signs of the fatigue she tried to hide.

“Well Adela, we have much to share still, and I am delighted to have you here. I think you’ve earned your rest! Gytha, Aelfwynn, please show my niece to her rooms! Lord Godwin, please show the Norman soldiers for their quarters”.

Lord Godwin nodded and promptly left the room followed by the soldiers, as Adela was welcomed by her ladies in wait and swiftly taken to her quarters. She was pleased to see her niece become acquainted to Gytha, they were close in age and would have benefited greatly of each other’s company.

Left alone in the throne halls, Emma saw the potential of having under her wing her brother’s daughter to further Norman roots in London. Richard and Judith were busy with their younger children, but she could give Adela what they couldn’t. And if her brother didn’t have a change of heart she would provide for the girl.

Satisfied she got up and retired to her chambers. The corridor was dimly lit by the windows on the left walls, her steps loudly echoing on the stone floor.  London wasn’t Normandy. When she married AEthelred the narrow corridors and deafening silence almost drove her mad. Normandy was colourful, and she and her siblings had filled its halls with laughter and mischief, but she had learnt quickly that London was the exact opposite. Where Normandy shined, London darkened. With time she adapted, and became a perfect English Lady, but she was still a Norman. And now that Viking rule was softening the English manners, she knew her niece would help dissolve that grip completely.

When she arrived at her rooms she sat on her desk, where parchment and ink awaited her. She took her pen, dipped it in the ink and started her letter to her husband. Little pleased her more than acquainting him of their new guest. And if the weather allowed, she’d also write to her brother and sister.

[ladydigianna]

ours || poly! uliana's crew x reader

|| note: AHHHH IM SO EXCITED FOR ALL OF YOU TO READ THIS

|| pairings: uliana x reader, hook x reader, morgie x reader, hades x reader, maleficent x reader, maleficent x hades

|| poly, fluff, jealousy

|| from the author: my favorite characters from rise of red mwa mwa

-fic under the cut-

The corridors of Merlin’s Academy were alive with activity, filled with a mix of students from different backgrounds—royals, villains, and everyone in between. You walked through the halls with a confident stride, a natural result of your royal upbringing. Yet, behind that confidence was a heart that had been captured by a rather unconventional group.

Uliana, Hook, Morgie, Hades, and Maleficent—they were your everything.

Your relationship with them had started slowly, each bond forming in its own time, like pieces of a puzzle falling into place. Uliana, with her sly smiles and endless charm, was the first to draw you in. Hook followed with his reckless grin and roguish wit. Morgie’s quiet strength, Hades’ surprisingly warm heart, and Maleficent’s fierce protectiveness—all of them had captured your heart in their own unique ways.

And they had captured each other’s too. Love flowed freely between all of you, a beautiful, tangled web of affection that defied the expectations of the world around you.

But today, something felt off.

You were outside by the fountain, chatting with your friends—Bridget, Ella, and Charming—when you noticed Uliana, Hook, Morgie, Hades, and Maleficent watching from a distance. Their expressions were tight, their postures stiff. Something was wrong.

After saying goodbye to your friends, you made your way over to them. “Hey, what’s going on?”

Uliana’s usual smirk was missing as she glanced at the others. Hook was the first to speak, his voice laced with a rare vulnerability. “(Y/N), why are you with us?”

You blinked, confused by the question. “What do you mean?”

Morgie sighed, crossing his arms as he leaned against a tree. “You’re a royal, (Y/N). You have everything—the status, the friends, the perfect life. Why would you want to be with a bunch of misfits like us?”

The words hit you like a punch to the gut. You looked around at them, seeing the insecurity and doubt in their eyes. Even Maleficent, usually so composed, looked unsure, her gaze fixed on the ground.

Hades was the one who broke the silence. “You could have anyone, (Y/N). Why choose us? We’re not like you. We’re... not enough.”

Your heart ached at the sight of their pain. You stepped forward, reaching for Uliana’s hand first. “You’re all more than enough for me. I don’t care about being a royal or what anyone else thinks. I care about you—all of you.”

You turned to Hook, placing a hand on his cheek. “You make me laugh like no one else can.”

Then to Morgie, brushing your fingers against his. “You’re strong and steady, always there when I need you.”

You faced Hades next, cupping his face in your hands. “You have the kindest heart, even if you try to hide it.”

And finally, to Maleficent, who met your gaze with uncertainty. “You’re fierce and protective, and I love that about you.”

You took a step back so you could see all of them at once. “I love you all for who you are. That’s why I’m with you—because you make me feel like I’m home.”

Uliana was the first to react, pulling you into a tight embrace. “I’m sorry,” she murmured into your hair. “We were just... scared, I guess.”

Hook joined in, wrapping his arms around both of you. “Yeah, we’re idiots.”

Morgie, Hades, and Maleficent followed, surrounding you in a warm, protective circle. “We’re lucky to have you,” Morgie said softly.

“And I’m lucky to have you,” you replied, squeezing them all tightly.

The tension melted away, replaced by the comforting warmth of being with the people you loved most in the world. Whatever doubts they had, you were determined to dispel them, to show them every day just how much they meant to you.

The next day, everything seemed to return to normal, or so you thought. You spent the morning attending classes, and during lunch, you hung out with your friends—Bridget, Ella, and Charming. They were laughing about something when Bridget’s expression grew serious.

“(Y/N), can we talk for a second?” Bridget asked, her tone low.

You nodded, curious but not alarmed. “Sure, what’s up?”

Ella and Charming exchanged glances before Ella spoke. “It’s about Uliana, Hook, Morgie, Hades, and Maleficent. They’ve been... well, they’ve been pulling pranks. Mean ones.”

Your stomach dropped. “What do you mean?”

Charming sighed, running a hand through his hair. “They’ve been targeting other students. Specifically, other royals.”

“They’re trying to prove something,” Bridget added, her voice gentle. “I don’t think it’s malicious, but it’s definitely causing problems.”

You felt a mix of disappointment and frustration. This wasn’t like them—not the people you knew and loved. But you also remembered the conversation you had with them the day before, how they had expressed their insecurities about your relationship. It all made sense now.

“Thanks for telling me,” you said, your voice steady. “I’ll handle it.”

You found them later that afternoon, gathered in their usual spot. They were laughing, clearly pleased with themselves over something. But when they saw you approaching, their smiles faltered.

“(Y/N), what’s wrong?” Uliana asked, noticing the serious expression on your face.

You crossed your arms, not bothering to mask your disappointment. “I know about the pranks.”

Their reactions varied—Uliana looked guilty, Hook tried to play it off with a grin, Morgie and Maleficent avoided your gaze, and Hades sighed deeply.

“Why?” you asked, your voice filled with hurt. “Why would you do something like this?”

“(Y/N), it’s not a big deal,” Hook started, but you cut him off.

“It is a big deal, Hook. You’re hurting people because you’re insecure. You’re trying to prove something that doesn’t need proving.”

Uliana frowned, her guilt turning to defensiveness. “They had it coming. Those royals look down on us. They think we’re nothing but trouble.”

“And you’re proving them right by acting like this!” you shot back. “You’re better than this. All of you are.”

Morgie finally spoke up, his voice subdued. “We just... we didn’t want to lose you. They have so much to offer, and we’re just...”

You softened at his words, your heart aching for them. “I chose you. I choose you every day. But this? This isn’t the way to handle it.”

Hades, who had been silent until now, stepped forward, taking your hand in his. “We’re sorry, (Y/N). We didn’t think it would get this far.”

You squeezed his hand, looking at each of them in turn. “You don’t need to prove anything to me. I love you for who you are, not for what you think you should be. I don’t want to see you hurting others because of your insecurities.”

Maleficent finally spoke, her voice low but sincere. “We won’t do it again. We’ll make it right.”

Uliana nodded, her earlier defensiveness melting away. “We’ll fix this, (Y/N). We promise.”

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, feeling the tension leave your shoulders. “Thank you. I don’t want to see you guys hurt anyone, but I also don’t want to see you hurting yourselves with this kind of behavior.”

They all moved closer, surrounding you in a group hug that felt as warm and comforting as ever. Uliana pressed a kiss to your temple, Hook wrapped an arm around your waist, Morgie rested his forehead against yours, Hades held you close, and Maleficent gently touched your cheek.

“We love you, (Y/N),” Uliana whispered, and the others murmured their agreement.

“And I love you,” you replied, your voice thick with emotion. “We’re in this together, okay? No more doubts, no more pranks. Just us.”

They nodded, and you knew they meant it. The love you shared was stronger than any insecurities, any doubts. And together, you would face whatever challenges came your way, hand in hand.

[ljaylmaoo]

So I might’ve been working on a little something…

(it’s currently over 3.5k words and I’m probably like only half way done so I might have to cut some parts out💀)

Super angsty, toxic, and hurt/comfort with out smut but still mature hehe

[arriettyspin]

I find it a little surprising that there's way more crossover with HP and the MCU in Descendants fanfiction than there is with PJO or other series revolving around Greek Mythology given Mal is a literal demigoddess and Hades appears in the movies. I know PJO fanfic has a reputation for being low quality compared to other similar sized fandoms, but come on, you're missing so many opportunities here.

[industria-adastra]

[Vampire Knight] If I'm to be reborn, I'll find you (again, again, again) - PROLOGUE: 'til death due us part - [1/4]

Next

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Summary: What happens when the brightest star in a binary system ceases to exist? 

It's no secret that Kuran Yuuki was the apple of Kuran Kaname's eye. But few truly realised the depths of darkness he would plunge into for her. Even fewer saw the madman behind that intricately made mask of sanity.

Note: I really wanted to explore a world where Yuuki dies (especially since I like her so much haha) before the whole parent metal furnace incident but it ended up more like a story about grief and mourning. Mostly because I was influenced by Miyashita Yuu's cover of "Condolences, and Then Life Goes On". It's a very sombre but beautiful cover. I feel like a world where Yuuki dies first would affect the vampires greatly, especially since she was so integral in many of his decisions.

This is also on ao3, if you prefer reading on ao3 instead.

Pairings featured: Yuuki/Kaname

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"Kana—me…" It's a minor miracle that she can even speak as clearly as now—the wounds she’d sustained would’ve been enough to immediately kill a lesser vampire. Even now, Yuuki struggles to breathe; each breath coming out in raspy, short intervals. She knows there is no saving for her, and Yuuki thinks that, from his slightly trembling hands to the anguish in his eyes (Those eyes which had always, always been gentle and kind to her), Kaname knows it too.

Who knew her life would be cut so short? Slowly, painfully reaching out, Kuran Yuuki cups her lover’s cheek, drawing him closer. 

“I…love…you…” She whispers, putting all her energy into this one final proclamation of love.

(She hopes that he will forgive her, for leaving him so soon, when she’d finally decided to stay.

She hopes that one day, Kaname will find peace after her death.

She hopes that, if reincarnation truly exists, they’ll find each other again.)

Yuuki smiles—radiant, bright like the sun.

And shatters.

[verntheauthor]

Ch. 1 of "Better Off Worse" a Modern AU Reverse Isekai plantcest/kv fic is up! Updates should be about bi-weekly :] Thank you so much to my lovely twt mutual for commissioning this fic and I hope you love it as much as I do! <3

[helly-watermelonsmellinfellon]

Kuran Hiro

Hanadagi Hirohito from my HP/VK Harry/Kaname fic, Kuran Hiro. I edited this months ago and figured I'd share it rn because I can.

Anyway, can ppl see the red highlights in his hair? It took me a painstakingly long time with it because bucket fill would turn the whole head red cuz it was too close to the main hair color of black. So I zoomed in as far as it would go and with a laptop touch pad I colored all the highlights in pixel by pixel. I'm hoping I'll be in a position to make it more clean overall in the future.

[sonysakura]

The zine's sales are now over (have been for a few months now, oof), and as for my own piece, I'm going to hold onto it for like a year as usual =D For now the full version will only go up for paid Subscribers on Boosty. Here's an extra preview – my fav quote from the whole thing, this time a different view of the Air Fleet 👨‍💼

Full text of the sneak peak under the cut:

The hedgehog disappears from view into one of the corridors but not before spindashing a G.U.N. trooper and taking its rifle. The President feels like his beliefs are crushing and burning around him like Central City is right now. “But he and Sonic—” “Sonic,” the Commander interrupts, “has been seen in Westopolis with him. These hedgehogs are all the same and care only about the Chaos Emeralds.” “Sir!” one of the G.U.N. soldiers on the radio calls out. “Shadow the Hedgehog got the Chaos Emerald!” A pointed look is passed from one man to another, and a smidge of doubt settles.

💥Sneak Peek: 1 Day Countdown💥

Just a few hours left until @neverturnbackzine sales start, a zine dedicated to Shadow the Hedgehog (2005) game! All proceeds will go to the International Society for Traumatic Stress Studies (ISTSS). Honoured to be part of this zine among so many great artists and writers 🔥

While you're waiting, check out the preview for my piece! The decisions Shadow makes in this stage are going to impact more than him... Full text of the sneak peak under the cut:

The architecture of the place with its maze of corridors, sometimes having to use the rails outside to navigate, – all while dodging lasers and stray shots – continues to make him feel worse, angrier. It is too similar to the ARK in a way. With his grief still eating at him as well… The irregularly working fans placed on his route feel like they’re here just to make his life miserable. Infuriating.When he gets out of another windy hallway with his spines all askew and rage overflowing his heart, the first shot taken at him makes him snap. Grabbing a discarded splitter, Shadow unloads the whole thing at both the G.U.N. Beetle firing at him and every other robot nearby with a scream.

[frostbitingabyss]

Heaven's Graveyard and the Devils Kiss Chapter 2

CHAPTER TWO 

[kamisama1kiss]

don’t mind me, just an anon dropping the idea of Descendants AU Lloyd Garmadon into your head so I’m not the only one suffering with the idea of it

...Wait, this is smart. Since we all know who his father is 🤭 that is so absolutely yummy! I saw this at about 5 am. And had a hard time falling asleep after wanting to see more of this AU. Whoever you are, you're an absolute genius

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Lloyd Garmadon { Rotten to the core }

Platonic headcanons

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• I can definitely see him wear a lot of dark greens, black and gold details alongside some bone design along his outfit, taking insporation from when he was younger

• He is on the VK island. You can't change my mind

• Being one of the chosen ones to go alongside Mal, Evie, Jay, and Carlose to leave for Arudon (if we follow the storyline)

• It took him a lot longer to get used to all the none stealing, discovery of his new favourite food which would be sweets

• Mostly silent or scoffing at others with a nutural expression, but eventually, when getting closer to actually him considering you a friend som smaller hints of smile will be present

• Let only specific people touch him since he had little to nothing or not at all a good connection with his father and his mother, it made him feel weak which is a big no no

• A ton of stolen candy bars hidden under his pillow from the day

• Had naturally a mystery aura around him, being closest to the four other VK with a few others eventually around the school

• Would use his Oni aspect of him whenever anyone gets on his nerves to scare them off or just intimate the person

• Would constantly be on the move. He is everywhere yet nowhere at the same time

Romantic

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•Definitely the trope of you fell first he fell harder

• It took MONTHS for him to even know what the things he felt meant. After listening in on Evie and Mals' conversation, he would understand what he was infant having romantic feelings

•Definitely in denial, having never felt it before, which did scare him even more. Pushing you away at all cost

•The only reason why the relationship even started had to be because you asked/told him that you felt romantic twords him

• Still in denying it, but decided to try after thinking a few days in a row about it

"I suppose it can't hurt.. trying? Just be aware that it will not be a walk in the park."

"I understand that very well... even went through the thought many of time, I want this"

• The answer only made him feel more secure about his decision and felt safe to let you in, his heart having never gone this fast before, even from all the danger he has gone through

• He stole things for you just because it reminded him of you and thought you'd like it. Knowing it would make you smile made it worth getting in trouble

• No PDA whatsoever, but if lucky, maybe a little pinky finger holding in the start at least. It took months of resuring and convincing, but now, at least, he'd be willing to hold hand. Maybe even a hand on the small of their back

• If anyone says or looked at his s/o weirdly, he wouldn't hesitate to put the person in their place

• Prefers sitting in silence and just comfortably exist next to one another under the moon and stars

• Playing with his hair would simply put him to sleep within seconds. Any sort of touch from his s/o would immediately relax him. Being on guard and tense from being used to the island

I am tempted to make some sort of fanfiction of this AU 🤭🤭 if there are any suggestions, I'd happily write them of our very beloved evil oni boy.

I've been sat here for an hour, just giggling to myself

[rage-against-the-dying-of-light]

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[ivorydragoness44]

Disney's Descendants Fanfiction Masterlist:

Disney’s Descendants:

Harry Hook x VK!Reader: Flames of Torment

Harry Hook x VK!Reader: Charms

Harry Hook x VK!Reader: Risky

Jay x Reader: Beanie Boy

Descendants x Reader: Halloween Candy

Descendants Jane x AK!Reader: Nerves

Descendants Jay x AK!Reader: In Defense Of

...

Imagines:

Imagine planning with Hades

Imagine making 'ugly' sweaters with Evie

Jay Valentine's Imagine

Disney’s Descendants: The Rise of Red:

Morgie Le Fay x Merlin's Kid!Reader: Blush

Teen!Hades x Reader: Peculiar

“Blush” Part Two Morgie le Fay x Merlin’s Kid! Reader

dtror!Hades x fairy!Reader: Good

dtror!Hades x fairy!Reader: Overwhelmed

...

[arainmorn-art]

The opposites~ Or just Attorneys' singing x) Two-part commission I've done in the beginning of 2023 for my friend's NaruMitsu music fanfiction "Euterpe" Ah, it was a fun task to draw, I'm happy I can finally post it x) Edgey's part is still my favorite~ Of course I couldn't resist drawing him in Deciphering way with silver longer hair and androgynous look♥

Do you remember that Nicky can't play music even if his life would depend on it? Here Phoenix "can't play" because of a huge impostor syndrome, as he believes he sucks at music, buuuuut of course that's not true. He's keeping his music sessions as a secret so he can freely have an emotional outlet after all that happened to him while performing - untill his secret was revealed x) Fortunately it only helped to get closer to Edgey as our pretty neurotic apparently wanted to have a guitar tutor~ Insta - https://www.instagram.com/arainmorn/

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[industria-adastra]

[Vampire Knight] - The only one who could love you as you are

Angstober: Day 10 - Can't go home (ao3 link)

Warning: this is a fic about a (mostly implied) messed-up family relationship between a father (uncle) and his daughter (niece). Please note the tags and proceed at your own discretion, even if a lot of the messed up things are implied here.

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Summary: Sometimes, Yuuki isn’t even sure who revolves around whom—the two of them, like binary stars, encircling each other, consuming each other, unable to live without each other. But that’s alright, isn’t it?

After all, they were family.

(After all, he was the only one in the world who could love someone like her)

Note: I feel like this AU could be a whole-ass psychological horror multi-chap on its own. If Rido did do this in canon… It feels like he’d be extra dead if Kaname got his hands on him. I guess the good news here in this AU is that Juuri and Haruka aren't dead...? And I guess Zero's parents too maybe idk depends on how nice I feel.

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A sharp pain in her neck awoke her from slumber. But the doll-like girl didn’t even flinch, only calmly placing a hand on long, wild curls of mahogany hair—carding her fingers through it gently. She pressed the man’s head closer to her. 

Though gentle as she was, the girl had nought a single expression on her porcelain features.

“Welcome home, Father.”

Blood trickled down her neck, staining her white nightdress. Nails dug into her skin, a heavy weight pressed down like iron blocks atop her. Her father gripped her tightly, with the desperation and ferocity of a parched man, unwilling to allow her to move. The familiar tightness in her chest was back, and ice travelled through her spine. 

Like always, Yuuki simply ignored it, choosing to move her arms to cradle her father’s beautiful face, staring up at mismatched red and blue eyes. Red, like the blood that had left her, leaving her weightless and woozy.

“I’m back, Yuuki.”

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These four walls never felt like home. At least, not in the way it seemed to be for the majority.

“Home”

A place in which Yuuki only ever read about in books, carefully picked or carelessly left around by her father. They were all papery facsimiles of the outside world, but for someone like her, who only knew dulled tones and dark walls—they were cherished, lovingly, and caringly kept. Anything her father gave her would be loved like so, because it was from her father.

(Because what if she did not and he left? What if he left her, all alone with only four walls and empty spaces to keep her company? He, her father. He, her world. He, the only person she had.

He had told her so, brushing her hair—”How dull it is, straight and flat like this.” His hand had ghosted near her collarbone, fingers just about to skim her chest. “But perhaps I shouldn’t be surprised…”

She had dared not speak, dared not move a muscle.

“It’s perfect for someone like you.”)

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She tried to curl it, once, leaving her hair in thick braids during slumber; unravelling them to see waves completely unlike her father’s naturally wild ones. There wasn’t much to do within the fortress of their home, so Yuuki often had to make do with some improvisation. But she’d been so, so excited at the sight of even a hint of curl, hoping it’d elicit a compliment or even a gentle touch or two.

He’d taken one look at it and unceremoniously dunked her in a full bathtub.

“Didn’t you hear me properly? Or is it a case of your memory now, Dear? It’s perfect the way it is, for a child like you.” His tone had been scolding, annoyed. The memory of those words and the way his too-warm body hovered over her—-nearly skin-to-skin—-stuck to her brain like a parasite. Yuuki remembered the way his fingers moved between wet locks, the faint feeling of his nails ever so lightly scraping over her skin; how the water was ice cold, and the way her nightgown stuck to her, waterlogged and heavy, keeping her down like a ball and chain. The water was too cold, her body too warm, and everything had all felt like it was on the edge of a precipice—about to fall into an abyss.

Yuuki should’ve been only happy with those words. After all, was it not what everyone called “unconditional love”?

-

Yuuki wasn’t capable of much. This, she’d already known, even if the shattered plates and scattered food reflected this fact for the nth time. Tears trickled down her cheeks, as unwanted as they were. Staring down at the visual representation of her failure, Yuuki couldn’t bring herself to meet her father’s eyes. Vaguely through the broken fine china, she could only see blurred features—of what was most likely the same fondly exasperated look she’d always see time and time again. 

And time and time again, all it ever did was make her feel small.

The broken pieces cracked further as her father’s neat leather shoes stepped on them, crushed underfoot. Large hands slipped under her arms as her father bent down to pull her up and away. Bare feet sank into glimmering shards, cutting her skin as Yuuki stumbled to balance herself. But her father offered no reprieve, only pulling her harder across the floor. The throbbing sting from her feet was but a footnote in her mind—barely even registering for Yuuki. Her own feelings pained her more than any physical pain ever could.

Still, her head would not move to meet her father’s mismatched gaze.

Her father sighed, “Aren’t you going to speak? Not even an apology for breaking the china? Yuuki, you should know by now that there’s no need for you to do anything as menial as making tea for me—especially when we both know how terrible you are at everything.” Clawed fingernails dug into her skin, easily breaking it to needle at the flesh underneath. “There are people for these kinds of things.” Closer still, their bodies became, by one step and another before they were just close enough for her father’s words to ring even louder in her ears.

(People whom Yuuki never saw, but only ever smelled—stinking, foul with a fear that permeated every inch of their bodies; saturated in the dust scattered around the house)

Suddenly, Yuuki was swept up into her father’s arms, tucked tight into his strong grasp. As he did so, Yuuki’s head was forced to lean against her father’s often bare chest. Perhaps it wasn’t good to reward herself when she erred, but Yuuki still allowed herself to sink into her father’s hold, listening to the steady beat of his heart. It was a loud, but reassuringly constant rhythm.

Down the stairs, they went, eventually ending up in Yuuki’s bedroom—a space full of frills and dolls, everything lovingly selected by her father; from the wallpaper to the bedsheets and her outfits. Gently, he proceeded to place her down on the soft bed, before leaving her. Only momentarily, for before she knew it, he was already beside her legs, picking out the embedded shards one by one. Almost immediately, blood began to trickle from her open wounds. The red was stark against her almost deathly pale skin. 

Yuuki watched her father’s hands still, before shifting to place himself between her legs. A second passed. Two seconds. And then his tongue lapped over the blood trails, cleaning them, his expression almost euphoric, all while she stared and stared and stared. 

And when he was finished, he practically lunged at her, pressing her flat against the bed, crushing their mouths together.

She could taste her blood on his lips.

-

His blood slid down her throat, caustic and bitter—it left a slimy, sour aftertaste in Yuuki’s mouth. Yet even so, she swallowed it down. Because it was a taste unique to her father, the taste of someone who loved her, and wanted her when no one else in the world would.

She’d read before that love (in its truest, purest form) was unconditional. So she drank it all down eagerly, even if it threatened to cause her to choke and her stomach to churn. Yuuki would even lick at his wrist, healing the wound he caused to himself for her benefit.

He loved her, and she loved him. It was a must.

-

“I’ll be back soon,” he said, cradling her to him before he left, even if it was only a short trip. Skin to skin, they touched, only separated by the clothes they wore. Wordlessly, she encircled his torso with her arms, once again listening to his heartbeat. 

She hoped that one day, she’d burn that sound into her mind.

A pain in her neck came and went, and before Yuuki even realised it, she was already alone.

-

And so Yuuki waited. And waited. And waited. And waited and waited and waited and waited—

Her stomach growled. Her throat was sore. Her head was throbbing and she felt faint and energised all at the same time. She should go up the stairs, she should open the door, she should head outside, find her father and pray that he was alive and had not forgotten her—for better daughters, better family members, better than her in any way, shape, or form.

(She should not. It was one of his rules to never go outside, and never open the curtains.

But she wouldn’t be able to withstand it if he’d truly left her.)

A loud knock echoed through the halls, cutting through her train of thought like a sword to the heart.

Yuuki opened the door and—

“Who are you?”

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Brooooo, the potential of this being fanfic.

Let me set the scene. Mallory, the secret daughter of Maleficent and King Stefan, and the half-sister of Aurora.

Princess, Defender, and Future Queen of the Moors

DESCENDANT OF THE PHOENIX!!!!!

Think about this people

MAL AS A DAUGHTER OF MALEFICENT AND UDO AND THE NEW QUEEN OF THE MOORS FOR ANONYMOUS