#when rapunzel was like. oh well. guess i die

[luniise-kel]

thinking about how cool and awesome moon stone cassandra couldve been if she wasnt given the world’s worst villain motivation

dropping my whole au / rewrote of season 3 below

uh preface is im sleepy and its almost midnight, so like sorry if some parts dont make sense or whatever

uhh basically, instead of cass trying to like reach her destiny or whatever as like her Main motivation and the only reason to why she Evil and Malicious ive changed it so its more mixed in with her desire to protect rapunzel. i think moonstone cass is cool and i like the idea of her but i really just think her execution was poor mostly because it wasn’t built up as much as it shouldve been.

rewrote cass’s character slightly just so there more empathize on her idolization of her mother, and so when she learns the truth of why mother gothel left her, the knee jerk reaction to blame raps makes a little more sense.

Anyways, Season 3 cass deals with a lot of her issues, i think on the journey to get the moonstone something something happens and cassandra is told that if rapunzel comes in contact with the moonstone she will Implode. Like die. Return to being the sundrop. and cass is like oh fuck, shit, balls, I need to Protect her from Dying. So out of her intense Need to protect Rapunzel she yoinks the moonstone, and (still slightly pissed at raps for stealing her mom but not really she’s just trying to figure out her emotions + rapunzel needs to get away away from this rock) she goes into Evil mode.

Her villain arc is partly fueled by her anger at her own situation, always in second place. her desire to feel love and cherished and important rather than being the 2nd option. However, it is also fueled by her need to provide safety to her friends ,, even if it’s not the smartest choice. Moonstone Cass devotes her entire identify to being the cliche villain, so no one feels bad if like the solution to destroying the moonstone is killing her. she knows that logically the Zhan Tiri is manipulating her but 1. she idgaf and 2. she needs to learn how to control the moonstone’s power so she doesnt hurt her friends.

Tbh boiled now, it’s just cass isnt obsessive with mother gothel and mother gothel leaving her to kidnap a baby because it made like no sense for her character. like instead, moonstone cass grabbles with her identify and place in the world, who she is outside of rapunzel. Also she wants to learn more about her past, yknow, who mother gothel was and is she Worth getting upset over. spoiler she figures out that no, her bio mom sucks booty

Anyways, throughout my version of season 3, cass is trying to figure out a way to destroy the moonstone. She visits Rapunzel often too and pretends to be evil just so she can check in. She angry at her mom but not so much on rapunzel, maybe a little bit but probably more to with simply trying to crave out her identify outside of rapunzel. Same general plot beats happen in s3, but shes more grief driven than anger driven i suppose.

Theres probably a lot i forgot to like, reformulate in this especially w s3 bc i havent had the time to rewatch it and collect my thoughts that well. But, uh, hope u enjoyed. might yap more about my personal gripes with the show and how i think it shouldve been written.

also to add on i suppose, at the end of the series she gets exiled from corona officially, but lowkey comes back to hang out and after like a year every1 is like yeah okay i guess.

[akai-joou]

I WANT YOU 🫵 TO USE THIS MOMENT TO GO OFF ON ANY OCS YOU HAVE

ANY????? OH GOSH OKAY OKAY UH. I'm super, super into TWST right now and constantly work on my ocs from there along with my friend, Kiki!

I'll go off about Grace for now, because she's the one with most development at the moment! And I have a bit of art that I've commissioned of her ♥♥

Reference Sheet by @marisashinx ♥♥

This here is Grace! Originally, I made her based off of Aurora/Rapunzel and wanted to ship her with Silver. She came as a concept of a Yuu but... then I went back and decided [What if I based her off of Prince Philip's sword and gave her purpose in the story?]

I have a BA in English and one of my favorite topics when I studied was of course the Hero's Journey along with the different ways you can retell a story. My Research paper was an analysis on Disney's Cinderella and what it made it the tale that we know today by comparing the earliest recording of it and both of Disney's movies.

ANYWAYS. I decided to twist Grace from Prince Philip's Sword of Truth but with the addition of bringing in The Sword in the Stone.

While the sword in the stone IS excalibur, if you go by Arthurian Legends there are.... various origin tales (because history mixes with fiction and documentation and exageration,,,, shout out to Lancelot being Malory's OC). SO I WENT WHY NOT ! AFTER ALL TWST CHARACTERS ARE MADE BY MIXING DISNEY CHARACTER TRAITS! (im talking about how deuce is absolutely twisted from jim hawkins as well, i will die on this hill)

But, I wanted to put her with Silver, you know? So, I made her upbringing a mirror of his.

She's the daughter of Duke Lanclos (Lancelot). The Lanclos family has served the Royal Family for centuries, the head of the family always being the King's right hand in battle simply because of the family's UM. I took a page from Idia's UM and how it's like... generational? So, their first first born is the one with the UM that allows them to use a weapon as [Excalibur], but only once per weapon. I guess she could use a tooth pick and cast her UM on it as a weapon HAH.

But the thing is, that until Grace all the other first borns had been boys that were trained to be a commander. So... the families quickly decide that to ensure the next heir be born with the UM that she should be married off to the crown prince as soon as it is possible for her to.... yeah. I place this about 300/400 years before the in-game plot is going down; so it's roughly around the same time the Fae War is going on in Briar Valley?

There are light/day fae and magical humans around. Important solely because you know... sword in the stone... Merlin (Ambrose's ancestor or something). When Grace is around 3-4 a mini war breaks down and he decides to send her off to live with an "aquantaince" of his in the woods. They can get another heir to the throne, but they can't get another sword.

That's when she meets the Lady of the Lake (Thea), a day/light fae who takes her in as a favor to her friend and raises her while training her with the sword. [This here is a direct reference to Lancelot being raised by the Lady of the Lake in some versions, but also a direct parallel to Lilia raising Silver].

Years pass by and Grace never does call Thea "mother" instead choosing to refer to her as "My Lady". By her 12th birthday her magic and UM were blooming, but she doesn't quite master her UM until a bit later. By the time she's 16, Thea gets a letter from the Duchy informing her that a war has broken out and the sword is required to join in battle simply because they know she's been training her. Thea can't even begin to imagine that this child that she sees as her daughter either die in war or live long enough to be simply... made a wife and left to raise children.

On the dawn of Grace's 17th birthday she (Thea) makes the decision to place her in a slumber at the bottom of the lake next to their cottage. [Referencing how Excalibur came from the lake]. She uses a generous amount of her own magic to ensure that her daughter remains protected in slumber where no one can find her. She then shifts her visage to resemble Grace's and joins the battle while pretending to be her.

Now, while Grace IS the sword that comes from the lake, what about the sword in the stone? The sword in the stone is a sword that is used in battle by the Lanclos Family, a family heirloom of sorts and most likely the only weapon able to be used more than once with the UM. It is however made out of iron, which is a fae's weakness (Maleficent reference). So, not only is she low on magic because of the spell she used earlier, but she's also dwindling because of the visage AND burning her hands with this sword. Her visage flickers once or twice and then faces to reveal the revered Lady of the Lake that's only been heard of by word of mouth.

She glances around and decides enough is enough while stabbing the Lanclos Sword onto the ground casting a curse on these lands. Only the true Lanclos heir will be able to pull this sword out, only she will be able to bring prosperity and fertility back. Only she (Thea) knows where the girl is and she passes on with this knowledge.

And so... 300-400 years pass by with these lands barren and nature reclaiming the cottage, surrounding the lake. On one night, a girl wakes up gasping for air and clawing up towards the surface only to see the moon shine down on her as the cold air bites her skin. She manages to drag herself out of the lake, to step around as a comforting presence follows her towards the cottage. Her memory is... more hazy than she would like. Her arms are crossed over herself and her fingers hurt as she rips folliage away from the door to the cottage only to step in and find nothing.

On her way out, she steps on an envelope. An invitation, she looks back up and a horse-drawn carriage is waiting for her.

OH I COULD GO ON FOREVER ABOUT GRACE SINCE THAT'S JUST HER BACKGROUND, IT DISREGARDS THE CEREMONY AND EVERYTHING SHDFIBSDFILABS BUT PLEASE ASK MORE AND I'LL TELL MORE!!!!

[the-gateway-to-madness]

Still outlining chapters and fleshing out dynamics for One Equal Temper of Heroic Hearts so here's some incorrect quotes

Merida: I'm not doing too well.

Mahina: What's wrong?

Merida: I have this headache that comes and goes.

*Eugene enters the room*

Merida: There it is again.

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Hiccup: Let me see what you have!

Eugene: a KNIFE!

Hiccup: NO!

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Jack: We’re playing Scrabble. It’s a nightmare.

Eugene: Scrabble? Scrabble’s great.

Jack: Not when you’re playing with Mahina, it’s not. They put words like “ephemeral” and I put “dog.”

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Hiccup: I don’t think we can mansplain, manipulate, or malewife our way out of it this time.

Merida: *cracks knuckles* Manslaughter it is!

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Eugene: Here is my wall of inspirational people.

Jack: Is that a picture of you?

Eugene: Yes, I am big enough to admit that I am often inspired by myself.

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Merida: Just trust your gut!

Mahina: Babe, I have anxiety. My gut is literally always telling me to abort mission.

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Mahina: How do tall people people possibly sleep at night when the blanket can't possibly cover you?

Jack: Mahina, it's four o'clock in the morning.

Mahina, nocturnal: So, you can't sleep, huh? Is it because of the blanket?

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*Squad reactions to being told ‘I love you’*

Jack: Thanks fam!

Eugene: Oh no.

Rapunzel: *cries* I love you too.

Mahina: Sounds fake, but okay.

Hiccup: *A flustered mess*

Merida: Can I get a refund?

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Mahina, teaching Merida to drive: Okay, you're driving and Jack and Eugene walk into the road. Quick, what do you hit?

Merida: Oh, definitely Eugene. I could never hurt Jack.

Mahina, massaging their temples: The brakes. You hit the brakes.

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Hiccup: Why are we friends?

Mahina: Poor decisions on your part.

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Mahina: Slash gamemode creative.

Jack: Dude, this isn't Min-

Mahina: *starts levitating*

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Rapunzel: Tell me a little about yourself.

Mahina: I'd rather not, I really like this group.

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Hiccup: I ran into Mahina in the kitchen at 1 AM last night and when I asked them what they were doing, they just shrugged, said “these are my roaming hours,” and wandered off, strumming vaguely on their guitar.

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Mahina: I’m not like other girls. I’m way, way worse.

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Rapunzel: Oh, so you two are getting along very... cordial now?

Mahina: Cordial? Nah, we're friends.

Rapunzel: Friends?

Mahina: Yeah. After you stopped us fighting, we got to talking. Seems like we have some common interests.

Merida: We both love butterflies.

Rapunzel: Aww–

Merida: And beating people up.

Rapunzel: Oh, okay.

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Rapunzel: For self defense reasons, I'm going to pretend to be a burglar and you guys have to act wisely.

Jack, Hiccup, & Mahina: Okay.

Rapunzel: If you don't want to die, give me all your money.

Jack: Bold of you to assume I have money.

Hiccup: Bold of you to assume I don't want to die.

Mahina: Bold of you to assume I can die.

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Rapunzel: What have you done with Mahina?

Jack: Nothing. Why, do you think I should?

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Eugene: You've got to act tough, Hiccup! Show 'em you can't be pushed around! Show 'em they can't mess with you!

Hiccup: Right. Yes. Tough. Got it.

Hiccup, standing up on their stool and slamming their hands down on the bar: I'LL TAKE A CHOCOLATE MILK.

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Mahina: ATTENTION: I HAVE BREACHED CONTAINMENT.

Mahina: DO NOT PANIC, I AM SIMPLY GETTING A SNACK.

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Eugene: If this plan goes down the drain, where should we regroup?

Mahina: The afterlife, I guess.

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Jack: That’s a crazy idea. Insane. It doesn’t make sense.

Merida: You’ll do it?

Jack: Of course.

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Merida: There’s no “I” in team, but there is one in pizza.

Jack: So, you’re not going to share?

Merida: I’m not going to share.

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Rapunzel: You remind me of the ocean.

Merida: Because I'm deep and mysterious?

Rapunzel: No, because you're full of salt and you scare people.

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Jack: You want some leftovers?

Mahina: What are those?

Jack: You've never had leftovers before?

Mahina: No, ‘cause I’m not a quitter.

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Mahina: We might have gotten into a bar room brawl back in the city.

Eugene: Well, that was entirely predictable.

Mahina: One of them punched a gang member.

Eugene: Merida?

Mahina: Rapunzel, actually.

Eugene: Oh, that was going to be my second guess.

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Mahina: I love making parties more interesting by telling strangers “I want you to know that I personally have no problem with you being here.”

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Mahina: *trying to buy a Father's Day card at Hallmark*

Mahina: Excuse me, do you have any that just say "You are my dad?"

Associate: Well, I-

Mahina: How about "You impregnated my mom?"

Associate: No...

Mahina: You know what, I'll just get a blank one.

Mahina: *writes* You are a father. This is a day. Here is a card.

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Jack, about Mahina: I could fix them, but honestly whatever the heck is wrong with them is way funnier.

Hiccup: That's what Odin probably thinks about me.

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Eugene: Hey Rapunzel, have you seen the photographer?

Rapunzel: Nope. Have you seen the meat tenderizer?

Eugene, confused: What?

Rapunzel, grabbing the meat tenderizer out of the drawer: No reason, cute girl things!

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Mahina: What are you planning to do?

Jack: Hey, now. "Planning"?! Do you KNOW who you're talking to?!

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Eugene: Alright, which one of us is gonna check outside?

Mahina: Not it!

Jack: Not it!

Eugene: ...Neither one of you are as dumb as you lead on to be.

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Jack: That's ridiculous, Mahina doesn't have a crush on me.

Hiccup: Yes they do.

Merida: Yes they do.

Mahina: Yes I do.

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Mahina: I don’t know, they just don’t seem interested...

Merida: Did you try talking to them?

Mahina:

Mahina: Try what?

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Hiccup: I’m the smartest person in my friend group.

Merida: You hang out with Rapunzel, Jack, Eugene, and Mahina.

Merida: It’s not as high a compliment as you think.

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Mahina: To be honest, I'm kinda pissed that I'm not asleep in bed next to the love of my life in a cottage with no obligations other than watering my vegetable garden.

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Mahina: Watcha doin?

Hiccup: Stealing my neighbour’s cat.

Mahina: Scandalous.

Mahina: Can I help?

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*Eugene and Mahina are in a car teetering on the edge of a cliff*

Eugene: oh gosh, Mahina, backwards!

Mahina: Really, Eugene? I thought I might go forwards into the river, I thought that would be a fun thing to do.

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That is all goodbye

[asexual-hugger]

Rapunzel: *standing before her bedroom mirror* Flower gleam and glow, let your power shine, make the clock reverse, bring back what was mine. Heal what has been hurt, change the Fates’ design, save what has been lost, bring back what once was mine. What once was mine. *As she sings the incantation, her short brown hair begins to glow, and then it starts growing. Gradually, the light fades again, and she smiles at her reflection* Merry Christmas, Princess.

Eugene: *out in the hall, heading towards her room* Rapunzel? *He’s just about to reach the door when he steps on something: what looks like long, blond hair* Huh? Rapunzel? *He rushes in*

Rapunzel: Hi.

Eugene: Rapunzel! Your hair! How…I mean…what…?

Rapunzel: I grew it back. Don’t ask me how. It just…happened. Do you like it?

Eugene: Yeah. It’s just…I didn’t think…

Rapunzel: That it would be able to grow back. Yeah, I didn’t either. But it seems I still have the power inside me, somewhere. Guess this is the start of a great Christmas together.

Eugene: That’s what I wanted to tell you. I can’t wait for us to spend our first Christmas as a couple. I got you something.

Rapunzel: You got something? For little old me? I'm flattered! I got you something, too.

Eugene: Really?

Rapunzel: Really. But please, you first.

Eugene: Okay. Well, you’ll have to come out in front of the tree in the ballroom to get it. And here, I’ll help you with your hair. *He picks up a bunch of her hair dragging on the floor and walks out with her in tow, although he still can’t believe that after all this time, it’s completely grown back* Your hair is back to normal. It’s amazing.

*There is a large Christmas tree set up in the castle ballroom, aglow with dozens of colored lights. Eugene gently sets Rapunzel’s hair down and picks up a small wrapped gift*

Eugene: Here. It’s not much, but I hope you like it. I spent a lot of time on it.

Rapunzel: Oooo! *She carefully unwraps the gift and finds a folded piece of paper. It’s a handwritten letter, addressed to her. She reads it aloud* Dearest Rapunzel. It feels like just yesterday that I climbed into your tower to evade detection, and that moment I laid eyes on you, everything else disappeared. I was no longer thinking of hiding, but only thinking of you. It doesn’t matter to me what your hair looks like or whether it has powers, because you will always be magical in my eyes. That night I took you out to see the lanterns on that boat, that was the night I realized something important: I was falling in love with you. I love you, Rapunzel. I probably don’t say it nearly enough, but I love you. I will cross universes for you. I look at you every day, and I see the sun. I will die for you. You are my sun, my moon, and all my stars. You are my galaxy. A thousand times over. That is how many times I love you. I look at you and I find myself falling in love with you over and over again. If I could change the clocks back, I would travel back to that moment I fell for you, and live it again and again. I can’t wait for us to start our future together. You are now, and always will be, my princess. I love you so, so much. With all my heart and more, Eugene. *Tears glisten in her eyes as she reads, and by the time she finishes, they are streaking freely down her cheeks*

Eugene: I know it probably sounds corny.

Rapunzel: Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh! *She starts bawling, uncontrollably*

Eugene: *alarmed* Rapunzel! What’s wrong? Did you not like it?

Rapunzel: No. *sniffles* I loved it! These are happy tears. Oh, Eugene, thank you so much! *She cries as she flings her arms around him in a tight embrace, not wanting to let go, and he squeezes her against him* Thank you! This is the sweetest gift ever!

Eugene: I’m really happy to hear that. I put all my heart and soul into that letter. But I have another gift for you, if you want it.

Rapunzel: *sniffles* Another?

*Eugene reaches under the tree again and pulls out another small wrapped gift. Rapunzel wipes her eyes and carefully opens it*

Rapunzel: Oh! *Inside is a golden pendant in the shape of half of a heart, with jagged edges. Written on the front is her name, carved in golden calligraphy* Oh. Eugene. This is… Wh…? *she looks around, confused* There’s only half here. Where’s the other half?

*Eugene reaches into his shirt and pulls out an identical pendant hanging around his neck. The other half of the heart, with his own name carved in the same fancy calligraphy as hers*

Eugene: I had each one personalized, and it took a while to get them here. Hold yours up.

*Rapunzel lifts the pendant out of its box and places it up against his. It’s a perfect match*

Rapunzel: It fits!

Eugene: It’s my way of showing you that you have a piece of my heart everywhere you go. We’ll always be connected, anywhere and everywhere. You are my soulmate.

Rapunzel: And you are mine. *pauses* These gifts are so generous. Now I’m feeling nervous about giving you my gift. It pales in comparison to yours.

Eugene: Oh, come on, don’t do that! Your gift is just as generous, I know it! I know I'll like it! You didn’t have to get me anything. I wanted to get you the stuff because you are worth it. I wanted you to know how I felt about you.

Rapunzel: I want you to know how I feel about you, too. You deserve a gift, Eugene. Which is why I need your help to trust me. Do you trust me?

Eugene: Do you even have to ask? Of course I trust you! With my life!

Rapunzel: Okay. Then stay right there. *She reaches under the rug wrapped around the base of the tree and pulls out a long strip of silk. She walks over to kneel behind Eugene and wraps it loosely around his eyes*

Eugene: Hey! What? A blindfold? Ooo, kinky, girl.

Rapunzel: Just bear with me here. You said you trusted me. So stand up…slowly. I will guide you. Whatever you do, do not let go of my hand.

Eugene: Yes, mistress.

*She helps him gently to a standing position, and he wobbles a bit as she catches him. She slips her hands into both of his and begins walking backwards out of the room*

Rapunzel: Walk foward. I’m right here.

*She squeezes his hands to reassure him*

Eugene: I trust you. *He takes shaky steps forward, and she moves back in time with his pace* Where are you taking me?

Rapunzel: You’ll see in time.

Rapunzel: Okay. Stop. Wait here.

*Eugene feels her hands slip out of his own*

Eugene: Rapunzel? Where are we?

Rapunzel: *sounding from somewhere far away* Just wait. Don’t take off the blindfold! *Eugene tries to peer out from under the silk covering his eyes, but he trusts Rapunzel*

Eugene: I’m not looking. Where did you take me?

*Rapunzel doesn’t respond right away, but he hears rustling. Faint footsteps. Then, a tug at his blindfold*

Rapunzel: Okay. Look. *She uncovers his eyes, and he stares straight at a likeness of himself. Rapunzel has brought him to her art studio, and a familiar canvas sits on an easel before him. It’s the portrait he had asked her to paint for him, and she did not disappoint. It is the picture of him wearing the black outfit he had chosen for the pose, and every detail is down to perfection*

Eugene: Oh. My. God. Is that my portrait???

Rapunzel: Yep. Merry Christmas!

Eugene: *walking towards it in awe* Wow! It looks just like me! This is amazing, Rapunzel!

Rapunzel: Did I do okay? It was my first portrait painting. I tried. I think I even got your nose right!

Eugene: You did. It’s perfect. Despite everything that was going on during the process, you still made it work. I love it!

Rapunzel: I can’t believe you stuck through posing through that hiccups attack. You could have just told me you were in pain. You were hiccupping that whole time and you handled it like a trooper. I don’t know how you did it, but talk about dedication!

Eugene: Yeah, the hiccups were bad, and I was struggling to fight through them, but I wanted to make the moment perfect for you. I would endure thousands more hiccup attacks for you. I was thinking more about making your artwork shine than about my struggling. As I said before, you are worth it. *shaking his head in wonder, admiring every inch of the painting* This is the best picture anyone has ever drawn of me. You know where I’m putting this, right? Over my side of our bed so I can see it anytime I want and think of how much I love the girl who painted it.

Rapunzel: Heehee. But this isn’t over yet. I have another present for you.

Eugene: No! There’s more?? What can be greater than your painting??

Rapunzel: *takes something small from the corner of the room and hands it to him* A Christmas bag for you, my prince. Open it.

Eugene: You are seriously spoiling me now. *The bag rustles as he reaches inside, pulling out what looks like a folded piece of paper* Wow, did you write me a letter, too?

Rapunzel: Not exactly.

*She looks slightly nervous as he unfolds it. Tucked inside is a plastic stick of some sort, and she watches his expression change as he examines it. What he holds is a positive pregnancy test, and on the paper is an ultrasound image…of a developing baby*

Eugene: *gasps, putting a hand up to his mouth* Oh. My. God. No. Way!

Rapunzel: Yes way.

Eugene: Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod! This is…???

Rapunzel: Yep.

Eugene: You’re…???

Rapunzel: Uh-huh.

Eugene: Oh, my God. We’re having a baby!

Rapunzel: We’re having a baby! You’re going to be a dad!

Eugene: *wheezing* I’m going to be a dad…I’m going to be a DAD! *He gazes at Rapunzel with such a tender expression that her heart melts* Oh, my God…Rapunzel, this is incredible news! *He grips her face in his hands and kisses her with every ounce of strength he has* Oh, my God! I can’t wait to tell everyone! We will tell them, right?

Rapunzel: Eventually. But I would like to have private time with the baby’s dad-to-be. I take it you’re fine with this?

Eugene: ‘Fine’ with it? I'm ecstatic! We’re going to have a child! I'm more than fine with it! Little Fitzherbert will be coming into the world as a result of our love. I can’t wait to meet them! When did you find out?

Rapunzel: Three weeks ago. That test you’re holding was the second one I took. I needed to be sure. I went in for the ultrasound when you weren’t around. I wanted to surprise you.

Eugene: Well, I am definitely surprised. Baby Fitzherbert. This has got to be a dream. Honestly, Rapunzel, pinch me. Tell me I’m not dreaming!

Rapunzel: I assure you, this is very real. I'm three weeks pregnant. Yeah, I'm not showing yet, but once I do, I'm not going to look like the attractive princess you fell in love with. I'm going to be huge.

Eugene: You are always going to be attractive to me. No matter what. I will love you with a paper bag over your head. You will be beautiful even with a baby bump. I can already see it. You'll be glowing, and it won’t be just your hair. Sure, you may get huge, but it’s just more to love. I'm going to love you until the end of time. Both of you. *He leans in towards her non-existent bump* That goes for you, Baby Fitzherbert. I'm going to be the best dad I can be to you. You and your mom deserve everything, and I'm going to give it to you.

[chungledown-bimothy]

I haven’t actually been watching D20, I don’t have the attention span for it. Can you recap this season up to the latest episode for me?

oof. um. this isn't gonna be a great recap, but here we go. (this is all from memory god help me i'm sure i'm forgetting things and having to leave out really funny and great bits for length)

sleeping beauty, the frog prince, mother goose, little red riding hood, pinocchio, and puss in boots all met on a caravan to shoeberg. (Destiny's Children is the group name)

shit's Bad and most of them are looking for people they care about and/or answers as to why things are So Bad And So Wrong. but puss in boots and pinocchio are best friends and conning rich people. simply vibing, we love it for them.

mother goose has a magic book (that he got from making wishes with The Gander who is a Force Of Evil trying to resurrect his dead son and he's got one more wish but it'd kill him to make it) that seems to be the key to this whole thing and it can suck people into it and record their stories, and he gets sick new spells when that happens

things go to shit on the caravan, they all end up together and needing to go find a shard of glass that's in cinderella's fairy godmother's chest.

first combat happens, total party kill. they all fucking die. but the frog prince gets the shard, so it's not all bad. they learn that it's a multiverse situation and they all get thrown into a new timeline where things are Worse but they remember each other and what needs to be done. they get red beads and brennan gives NO explanation

well, pinocchio doesn't restart like the others. his stepmom (the stepmom, she's all the stepmoms) is his fuckin warlock patron and instead of him dying and being in a second story he replaces that universe's pinocchio.

they all meet up again and compare notes, turns out a bunch of princesses (including cinderella, snow white, rapunzel, and the beast) are aware of the multiverse thing and how it sucks that they're stuck in stories where they have no agency. plus things are getting So Much Worse. it's unclear what their plan is, but they want to fix how bad everything is (they need seven princesses, including sleeping beauty), whereas the fairies (there are 8 of them) are more or less fine with how things are and want them to stay that way.

they learn that the stepmother is a horrific eldritch being who eats mothers. pinocchio cuts his strings, she's not his patron anymore. (uh-oh, she might hurt his dad about that)

mother goose gets a text on his book from scheherezade, turns out there are other people with books in different universes and they can communicate through it. scheherezade and her companions are stuck and somehow destiny's children fighting a huge fucking spider would help her out? idk i'm arachnophobic i had to skip all that

they go through the book (?) and end up in The Lines Between, which is sick as fuck and sort of... the central hub for the multiverse? it's super fucking cool. they meet scheherezade and aesop (who also has a book).

ally nails a nat 20 and learns that there's Special Ink used by The Authors (shhh don't say that out loud it'll bring Trouble) to write all of everyone's stories.

there are cutbacks and something Really Bad is going on with it all.

they leave scheherezade and aesop and go to explore more, oops the stepmother is here and pissed that they're trying to put things back to normal (she... eats stories? definitely eats mothers)

puss in boots nails a sick nat 20 and pinocchio's patron is now his own story and the concept of destiny itself.

the stepmother yeets them the fuck out of the lines between, they do some sick backstory stuff, learn that the baba yaga's HUGELY powerful and is why the stepmother is as powerful as she is.

they land in a heavily industrialized city. they go find the person in charge, the baron of bricks, and they lean he's got the big bad wolf, who is Death incarnate, chained up because military industrial complex, i guess?

they free the wolf, who says he can get them to the baba yaga, but they decide that first they want to go find snow white. snow white seems chill, says they need more princesses to save the multiverse. so she yeets them the fuck to toy island where they meet the little mermaid

but oops sleeping beauty accidentally triggered a spell that was looking for the little mermaid (princess detector) and fight what was initially him but ended up really being against the terrible dogfish from pinocchio's story. but they beat it, get the little mermaid's voice back, and make their way back to snow white.

they all get there, and the princesses, including the frog prince's estranged wife, reveal that they actually want to fully destroy the entire multiverse. blow it all up to shit using the ink and mother goose's book.

they tried to fuck up their apocalyptic plans by putting cinderella in the book, but it fails. so they have to fucking haul ass out of there, just a little bit of combat almost killed sleeping beauty and the frog prince.

they get out of there, leaving the little mermaid behind, but only then do they realize rapuzel and her freaky ass hair stole mother goose's book. so they're kinda fucked. but they keep running and end up in the land of giants but hey they're the giants

after a really cool combat, they find and free The Golden Goose, the gander's counterpart, and after they also get back mother goose's husband and some of puss in boots' old friends, the goose, because she and mother goose are one and the same in many versions of their stories, makes the third wish and dies in order to get mother goose his book back.

they learn that the princesses have gotten to scheherezade and have her with them and she's also technically a princess, so they now have enough princesses to end everything.

so destiny's children track down the baba yaga to try to get her help. miraculously, pinocchio nat 20s the persuasion check. they all have to give things up to get her help, and it's heart breaking and beautiful and watch The Trials of Baba Yaga.

baba yaga gets them to the lines between, murph rolls TERRIBLY and gives the princesses a head start for the apocalypse. taking us to the most recent episode.

combat with cinderella, snow white, rapunzel, elody (frog prince's estranged wife), the little mermaid, the beast, and scheherezade begins. snow white is doing magic with the ink and it's all about to go to shit.

they talk the little mermaid and elody into being on their side, dispel the magic that was making scheherezade cooperate, and kill the beast, rapunzel, and snow white. leaving just cinderella.

the baba yaga so far has helped destiny's children, but said she's the only one who's gonna survive all this, so. that's ominous.

the episode ends with the fairies showing up in the room. round two is going to begin in the finale next week.

and that's what you missed on glee!

[ewwgene-fitzherbert]

there’ll be only one more chapter of shards.... dont touch me i WILL cry

[lunelicmoone]

MANBERG!TNTDUO PHONE CONVOS AS TRANSCRIPTS:

//dream smp, roleplay, FICTIONAL CHARACTERS!!

"The new flag is fuckin' horrid, dude. I—I have no clue why he wanted to—well, I do, but the colors itself are just.. ugly."

"Weren't you involved in the flag changing?"

"I mean, yeah, but I had to be there. Ever heard of not wanting to be somewhere but since you're the vice president of that 'somewhere' you kinda have to be there?"

"Haha! Yeah, yeah I—that's—that's fair."

"Why did they change it, by the way?"

"Schlatt wanted to make the flag more uh, powerful looking or some stupid shit like that. I guess magma and obsidian scream power in some way that I don't understand."

"Ah. Who came up with the materials? Schlatt?"

"Nah. Fundy."

"Oh."

"Yeah. Didn't know he had an eye for the most hideous materials known to man, but it makes sense."

"Considering who he's working for, I guess it does make sense."

"Ha, exactly."

--

"Why do you think this country is so shit? It's because I can't do anything about it."

"Why not? Just fucking—man up and fix shit."

"Ha! You want me to fucking die or something? Either that or I'd—I don't know—walk around with a—a—a fucking limp or something."

"Ew."

"Oh my—not like that, jesus. I mean Schlatt would beat my ass if I ever tried to go against the guy. Why do you think I haven't quit by now?"

"..Cause you're a coward? I don't—"

"Fuck you."

"Come over and maybe I will."

"Actually?"

"That was too quick of a response for a married man."

"Engaged. Barely. Plus, does it even matter if my partner is a piece of shit?"

"We shouldn't be having this conversation."

"You brought it up."

"Well now I wish to un-bring it up."

"Sure."

"..Can I save the offer for a later time, or-"

"I'm hanging up on you."

--

"Are these recorded, by the way?"

"Don't think so. If anything I could just ask Fundy to uh—cut and delete the recordings for my line or something."

"Why do you wanna know, anyway? You plan on sharing your evil plans with me anytime soon?"

"Ha, you wish."

"But no, I'm just curious. Considering any past or future phone calls, Schlatt wouldn't be too happy if he heard any of these."

"We haven't done anything that incriminating—"

"Yet. Emphasis on future phone calls."

"Ah."

"..I'm gonna hold you to that."

"I bet you will."

--

"So that's my current escape plan."

"Can I give you some constructive criticism?"

"Sure."

"It fucking sucks."

"That's not constructive nor criticism."

"Still sucks. I can literally just send Techno over to rescue you or something."

"First off, I'm not a fucking Disney Princess like fucking—what's her name—Rapunzel, Wilbur. I don't need rescuing."

"Second off, pleasesendanybodybuttechnoblade."

"What? Why not?"

"Because."

"..."

"..."

"..That's it?"

"Mhm. I don't need to explain myself to you."

"Wh—Jesus fucking—*sigh* So you whine and talk my ear off about escaping for days on end, but when I finally give you a solution, you turn it down, and when I ask you to elaborate you just refuse to?"

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but you said you liked it when I'm whiny and vocal."

"...You're changing the subject."

"I'm staying at the task at hand. You're the one changing the subject for some reason."

"I hate you."

"You didn't hate me when—"

"Anyway."

--

[TRANSCRIPT REMOVED FOR EXPLICIT CONTENT]

[disneyanddisneyships]

Chapter 54 part 1! @gyubby99

When the two walked out of the room the victory party had already started. "Ah the two winter spirits!" North exclaimed as he handed Jack and Elsa some hot chocolate. Jack took a sip as he and Elsa walked around talking to the Guardians. Olaf and Bruni played in the corner with sandy. "So both of you have been around for 300 years?" Bunny asked. "Give or take Yeah," Elsa replied. "We all know what Jack was doing in that time but... what about you?" Tooth asked. Elsa smiled. "Well... I stayed at home most of the time until my sister died. But sometimes I traveled to our neighboring kingdom of Corona to see my cousin, Rapunzel," Elsa replied. "But what happened after Anna died?" Jack asked. "Well... I traveled a bit more. Met two other people who I became fairly close with. Princess Merida of Dunbroch was one of them. But later on I received a letter stating she had died," Elsa explained. "Who was the other person?" Tooth asked. "He was the cheif of a viking clan. His name was Hiccup Haddock. Very smart. He grew old and had two kids. Then I saw him die of old age as well," Elsa replied. It got quiet for a moment. "How many loved ones have you watched die?" North asked. "Oh uh... well Jack was first, then my parents, then Anna then I died then I thought Jack died again, then amna died again from old age... then my cousin... then Merida.. then hiccup.... not to mention my neice and nephew," Elsa explained as she started to grow sadder and sadder as she went on. "You watched all your friends die?" Tooth asked. "Well yes.. when I became the fifth spirit I didn't realize that I'd be immortal... and sometimes I'm really good at making friends. I guess that's the sacrifice the fifth spirit has to make," Elsa replied. Jack took her hand and squeezed it. The party went on as the topic was dropped and later that night tooth, sandy, and Bunny all went to their homes. Olaf and Bruni were passed out on one of the chairs (courtesy of sandy). Olaf was snoring. Loudly. "Do you have a place to stay?" North asked. "Yes. My apartment is back where we were," Elsa replied. "Good! Jack, we'll contact you if we need anything. Have a great night," North stated before throwing a snowglobe on the ground, opening a portal to the city Elsa lived in. "I'll get Olaf if you wanna get bruni," Elsa stated. "As you wish," Jack replied as he picked up the little lizard. Elsa rolled up her sleeves before picking up Olaf like a toddler, his head on her shoulder.

[thekillingjoke-haha]

YOU ARE WERE MINE

Summary: Sacrifices are often made for the ones we love....even if it might hurt.

Parings: Sam Winchester x Male!Reader, Hinted at Male!reader x John Winchester, and Sam Winchester x Unmentioned girls

Warning?: Bi Sam ,Dean still flirting with reader, No jess death for M/n, Reader is a hunter...and never told Sam, Yellow-eyes, mention(hint at) smut

Sam looked up at M/n with a smile he wore a sexy fireman outfit for the bar outing the yellow shirt looked like it was going to rip if the surprisingly taller male flexed a little too much the red suspenders held up loss fitting brown pants and a axe that leaned on the door frame. "Come on Babe dress up a little." He said tightening the suspenders straps.

"You know I don't like Halloween." Sam sighed as his boyfriend came up to him kissing his cheek with a mischievous smirk. "Too bad guess I can't give you your treat." The h/c man growled nipping his ear as he walked out of their shared bedroom. With a fake pout he chased after him. "If I put on a Halloween shirt will it pass?" He said hopefully putting his arms over M/n shoulder causing him to put his hands on his hips. "Hmmm....If I get to pick the shirt." Sam chuckled and nodded. He'll soon regret that.

Luis was loosing his shit laughing at the shit while M/n smiled proudly at what his boyfriend was wearing it was a plain dark gray t-shirt with the words 'Just the tip. I Promise.' And a knife. "This has to be your best work, N/n." Stephan, M/n best friend, said dressed as a cop high fives the awaiting hand.

M/n gave Sammy a small grin and winked causing him to blush slightly. It was time to celebrate with friends Sam's accomplishment he can wait later to celebrate with Sam his own way.

(Time skip past smexy times~might do it later)

M/n woke up in a empty bed to the sound of a fight he quickly got up in only his boxers to see what was wrong. He knew it was human since he had symbols all under wall paper and floor boards. Turning on the lights he sees Sam and a shorter man next to him "Sammy?" He said causing both of them to look over maybe he should have put on pants eyes raked down his form. "Woah. Hi I'm Dean Rapunzel's older brother. You must be his roommate..." The green eyed man bit his lip looking down south of the s/c man before him. "...I just love Scooby-Doo.~" Dean said keeping his gaze on the mystery machine briefs M/n was wearing. Sam quickly got between both of them pushing his brother back. "Dean this N/n my boyfriend" A confused look crossed his face. "Where's Jess you girlfriend?" He asked. "She was my roommate graduated a year ago and M/n moved in."

Dean looked back at M/n the flirtatious smirk back on his face. "You're way out of my brothers league." Sam put a around his boyfriends waist pulling him close. "Why are you here Dean?" There was a pause of silence. "Dad hasn't been home in a few days." The blonde said before it was shot down. "Let me rephrase. Dad's on a hunting trip and hasn't been home in a few days." With that Sam tensed up and looked over to M/n. "I'll be right back." His tone rushed as he peeked him in the cheek and left their shared apartment brother in tow.

Once the sound of their foot steps were heard going down the stairs M/n sighed his hand running through his bed head. "Fucking Winchester’s." He mumbled before going back up stairs going to his old room. M/n went to the closet moving boxes out of the way till he got to the duffel bag he was looking for. A burner phone weighed heavy in his hand as he wandered back to bed. "If he goes I go." He mumbled to himself looking at the mirror on the nightstand. M/n has been off and on with hunting ever since he started dating Sam and he knew who he was the moment his last name left his lips, but he only put on a smile and gave him his first and middle name since L/n were famous in the community.

Sam came back to the apartment and started to pack a bag. "Sam what's going on?" M/n said innocently as he watched more of his boyfriends clothes fill the bag. "Just going to help look for Dad. Probably just went out with a old friend and didn't bother to pick up." Sam zipped up the bag as he threw it over his shoulder. "You know what's Monday right?! You can't just not show up it's your dream on the line, Babe!" M/n stepped forward slowing down the rushed pace. "I know...you're right and I'll be back on Monday." We walked out of the building. "Promise to call me when you get there." The h/c man said hugging the long haired brunette close. "I promise." With a final kiss goodbye M/n waved him off before going inside. Time to jump back into the L/n family business. Pulling out the burner it rung as the first number was dialed. "I don't give a damn of you are the IRS or girl scouts selling fucking cookies it's one am you idjit!" The familiar voice rung out. "Good talking to you to Uncle Bobby." M/n chuckled and the older man's breath caught in his throat. "Well I'll be damned do my ears deceive me or is that little F/n all grown up?"

"Glad you didn't trash this number."

"What are you calling for boy its still 1am?" Bobby asked.

" I need to pick up my truck. I'm going hunting."

~~~~Time Skip~~~~

Sam sat in the motel room trying to call M/n, but he didn't pick up. If only he knew that right at that moment he was beheading a vampire while laughing like a sadistic prick. After cleaning the blood off and burning the barn that held the nest M/n tried calling back when it picked up he heard Sam's distressed voice. "M/n now is not a good time. I'm so cold hold me" A voice spoke over Sam's. "Who the hell was that?!" I heard a loud hissing noise. "Sam!" That's when a shotgun went off, glass shattered, and the lime went dead. M/n stood up and paced un his room it would be late before he got home he'll have to hall ass to get there before Sam.

Going out to the truck he opened the bed lifting the metal cover and false bottom loading the weapons. He had no time to drop it back off. The road was silent till a voice interrupted it. "Hello, handsome. What's the rush?" Almost swerving into a ditch M/n looked over and saw a man with graying blonde hair. Reaching for a weapon the man's eyes flashed yellow gazing at him. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." He snapped causing the h/c make to look straight and push hard into his seat. "You're the little Winchester’s boy toy. Well in two hours he'll be home and dead by the time you arrive." M/n's breath caught in his throat. "Liar. I'm not stupid every hunter has heard what happened to Mary it doesn't take a genius to see they weren't the only one's. You need him alive and well, so why are you hear?" He growled low in his throat as the demon chuckled. "Got me there. You see Sammy boy needs to get back in the life and you being, I don't know, alive is getting in the way." The pressure grew stronger on the restrained man's chest till he almost could feel his lungs squeeze. "But I'm a business man. You work for me you live and maybe see Sam again or die in a blaze and the last thing he sees is your burning corpse. Can't be a protective boyfriend if your dead."

"What will happen to me if I agree?" That's when a sick smile pulled on his lips. "You become a demon. No a demon doesn't possess you! You yourself become one you memories and personality intact. So deal?" He held his hand out to the s/c man as he sighed taking his eyes from the road. "Deal." The demons yellows eyes shined bright as he yanked the young man forward pressing their lips together sealing it. "You are mine." He growled possessively as M/n pulled out his phone and dialed Sam's number. It went to voice mail. "Hey Rapunzel. I want you to know...I love you. Hold on to that, never let that go. You mean the world to me...so once you figure out how to open you voice mail this is waiting for you."

Sam woke up from his nightmare of his burning apartment building. It been almost three years since then and he never gotten over it. It took a year to get to his messages and what M/ n left behind gave him more questions then answers. He couldn't even get into the apartment before the flames erupted. Sam had doubts about M/n in the fire, but after the police report was released only one casualty of M/n Middle/n. Dean tried to tell my it would at some point get better, but the guilt still felt heavy in his chest. Nightmares of M/n in the fire not in pain, but seeming to absorb the flames made him question what really happened. The brothers had a lead on yellow eyes that their dad led them to. It all seemed to convenient that after the fight he knew to much about the demon that pledged his nightmares. The warehouse was falling apart it was in shambles as Dean parked baby next to it. "Are you sure this is the place?" Sam asked his brother. "Dad said this was it. Load up." Dean got out the car popping the trunk. This didn't feel right.

Tied up, beaten, and tortured. The Winchesters look up at their own fathers face with those horrid yellow eyes. "You boys never questioned a thing didn't even hesitate to come inside!" He chuckled darkly as the surrounding demons grinned. "This would have been the part where I laugh at you kill you dragging your sorry souls to hell to be my toys for the next millennium, but I have something better!" Signature Winchester grin lifted his lips as he called out seeming to no one. "Oh, honey bear! Come say hi." The sound of a strong gust of wind came from behind them as the clack of well made dress shoes hit the shifty floor boards. A man wearing black dress pants, shoes, and a open f/c(not black) silk button up. His back was to the brothers as John lifted his head up to kiss the man's cheek. Turning around white eyes looked at them, but that face was unmistakably M/n's a scar on his brow but it was him. Sam was chocked up M/n was in front of him looking well and oh God he's with enemy that took their dad's body as a meat suit.

"Do you like him, Sammy? Hells best torturer!" John said running his hands over M/n as the man kept his gaze locked on the tallest Winchester analyzing him as he seethed with anger at the demon touched his boyfriend. "Oh the things he's done would make Lucifer blush." Yellow-eyes trailed his hand down the scarred chest biting his lip making Sam struggle more. Snapping his fingers the other demons took Dean, but Sam was left there. "You're not useful to me dead Sammy boi." The demon circled him. "What's the best kind of torture, love?" M/n seemed to move for the first time getting right in front of Sam dropping to his knees being face to face with him. Cupping the beaten cheek of the hunter in his s/c hand his white clouded orbs turned the lively e/c giving a sympathetic look before it switched off. "Physiological." Sam didn't notice the room shifted into their old apartment tears pooled in those e/c eyes. "Where were Sammy?" A hiccup in between silent cries ended the sentence as a scene played out of M/n on the phone trying to talk to Sam before it cut off. "I needed you!" A scene of M/n chained to a wall seeing figures of his past hurt him till he gave in. "You were mine. And you threw it all away, threw me away like garbage!" The images went to Sam being with girls, but he could see familiar h/c hair in the background.

Tears rolled down Sam's face as white eyes filled his vision the eyes he loved fading away. What felt like hours happened in only a few seconds and within those seconds Sam was broken. He buried his face into the palm still cupping his cheek. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!' Sam would do anything for his M/n back even if it meant killing the monster his father has become. A gentle kiss stopped the trail of tears. "You are mine."

~~~~~~~~~~~

A/N: Quote= I love you. Hold on to that, never let that go. -The Vampire Diaries

Tagged: @spnquotebingo

First male reader it was fun.

[bts-reveries]

expect the unexpected | 21

(text after the pictures!)

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“Get ready for bed,” Jin says, pushing Soojin on the forehead with his pointer finger. He was sitting on the couch, leaning back as he finally relaxed. You know, now that you’re home and all. 

“But it’s earlyyyy,” Soojin says, leaning on the couch. “I want to watch with you.” She jumps onto the couch, cuddling into Jin’s side. 

“No, no,” Jin says, pushing her away. “It’s time for you to go to bed. Daddy has some work to do after you sleep.”

“But you’re watching TV,” Soojin says, pointing to the screen in front of them. Avengers: End Game was playing. Jin sighs, getting up and picking her up from the couch. 

“Bedtime~” Jin says, walking to her room. 

“You used to let me stay with you to watch,” she pouts. “Now all you say is no.” Jin sighs yet again. I guess this is what he gets for always giving her what she wants huh?

“I know, but daddy has stuff to do tonight. We can watch tomorrow okay?” he says. “Look, mommy’s reading Haneul and Minseok a story.” He says as he was about to pass Haneul’s room.

“Hi,” you say, smiling up at your husband and daughter. “Wanna join us?”

“Why are we sleeping early tonight,” Soojin says with a big frown. “It’s Saturday!” 

“Because it’s been a long week for all of us,” you say. “Now come sit here and join us for a bedtime story.” Jin drops Soojin on the bed next to Haneul, making them bounce. 

“I want a story with the wolves.” Soojin says, she taps on her chin, “I forgot the name.”

“Mommy is talking about Cinderella,” Minseok tells her. “Haneul picked tonight.”

“Isn’t there a wolf in Cinderella?” Jin says, sitting down behind his kids. 

“No,” you and Minseok say at the same time. 

“I’m sure there is,” he says, winking at you. Just go along with it. 

“No a different one,” Soojin whines, turning to Jin then to you.

“Twilight?” Jin asks. You give Jin a look. “They haven’t heard of that one yet huh?” 

“No and--”

“Well this girl went to a new school and falls in love with a vampire, but she finds out one of her friend is a wolf--” 

“How does she not know he’s a wolf,” Minseok asks, interrupting his dad.

“He looks like a normal person, but he turns into a wolf.”

“Oh,” Minseok says, very intrigued with the story. Soojin seemed to be interested too. Haneul was listening, his eyebrows furrowed and mouth hanging open.

“Okay anyways, the girl’s name is Bella and she falls in love with Edward, who is a vampire. She doesn’t know this until later on and she was even begging him to make her a vampire because she was so in lo--”

“Jin we should change the story,” you interrupt. “The wolf fairytale you were asking about was Little Red Ridinghood right? Or Three Little Pigs?” You ask, looking at Soojin.

“I want to keep listening to daddy’s story,” she says, turning to Jin. You glare at your husband.

“Change it,” you mouth at him. Twilight wasn’t age appropriate for them. 

“Okay well,” Jin says, catching what you were getting at. “Bella and Edward dated all throughout High School like mommy and daddy and then they fought bad guys together with super powers. At the end, they have a baby and live together forever and ever. Because they’re vampires and they don’t die, you know?” Technically he didn’t lie, he just skipped the parts where Jacob (the wolf friend) hates Edward and is in love with Bella and tries to keep them apart, and also like Bella dying because of the baby that was killing her from the inside out. Edward having to bite her everywhere in an attempt to save her. And Jacob falling in love with the baby? “Also vampires glow in the sun like they’re bedazzled with white rhinestones,” Jin adds. 

“I want to be sparkly like that,” Soojin giggles. 

“Maybe next time,” Jin says. He ruffled her hair, making her laugh. 

“Okay, I think it’s time for bed right?” you say, bringing the attention back to bed. 

“I want to finish Cinderella,” Haneul tells you. “You didn’t finish..” It was true, Soojin did kind of interrupt you in the middle of your story.

“Okay where were we?” 

“Cinderella met the prince,” Minseok says. 

“Oh yeah! So Cinderella and the prince, Prince Charming--”

“They danced together all night and then Cinderella was like ‘Oops, bedtime. I have to get ready for bed’,” Jin says. He even did Cinderella’s voice. “And the prince said ‘Okay! Good night, I’ll text you in the morning’ but then when Cinderella ran off, the prince realized he didn’t give her his phone number so he said ‘WAIT!’ but it was too late. Cinderella got home and she decided to eat an apple before bed and she ended up feeling sick. This is why uncle JK always says, ‘night apple is poison apple.’ This made her fall asleep for days. Until one day, the prince found a tower in the middle of the woods and so he rode his magic carpet up that tower. He walked inside and found Cinderella. The prince thought she looked so pretty that he placed a kiss on her lips and she woke up and they lived happily ever after, the end.”

You stared at Jin with furrowed brows, and so did Minseok and Haneul. Soojin scratched her head. You’ve told them the story before and they also have watched the movie. They knew how it went.

“Did you just mix up Cinderella with Snow White, Sleeping Beauty, Aladdin, and Rapunzel?” 

“It’s a story to teach kids that you should already be at home way before bed time and also eating apples late at night is bad for your stomach,” Jin argued.

“Sure,” Soojin says, a yawn escaping her mouth a little afterwards. 

“Aha! You are sleepy!” Jin laughs, pointing at his daughter. She glares up at him. “Come on, bed time,” Jin says, picking her up. “Say night night to mommy and your brothers.” He carries her in front of Haneul to give him a kiss, and Minseok too. Then towards you.

“Good night my princess,” you say, giving her a kiss. 

-

“I’m just going to take a quick shower,” you say. 

Now that all the kids were tucked in bed, Jin was going to do some paperwork in his office.

“I’ll be in my office,” Jin says, grabbing his laptop from his bed as you were going into the bathroom. 

“Okay, don’t stay up too late. I miss sleeping in bed with you,” you say. Jin laughs.

“We did that last night?”

“With Haneul in between us,” you scoff. 

“Well okay, I won’t stay in too long.”

“Okay, good.” You went ahead and went into the bathroom, ready to take a shower. 

Jin went ahead and stepped out of the room, about to head to his office when your phone rang from the living room. 

His eyes widened at the loud ring, afraid it was going to wake up the kids. 

He immediately ran to the couch, searching for your phone and he found it right under Haneul’s blanket. 

Dr. Cha Eun-Seok

It was your doctor, Jin and you have had the same doctor since Minseok was born. Safe to say he’s basically a family friend now.

Jin answers the call.

“Hello Mrs. Kim, I know it’s late, but I’m just calling again for your second appointment next Friday,” he says. Jin furrows his brows, tilting his head to the side. 

“This is Jin actually--”

“Oh! Jin-ssi,” Dr. Cha laughs. “I thought I called your wife--”

“You did, she’s in the shower right now and her phone was ringing so I went to answer it. Uh, what were you calling about? Second appointment for what?”

“Ah I see. I’m just calling about her second appointment. We were talking about it when she came by yesterday morning. We thought it would be a good idea to bring all the kids to the ultrasound. You know how it works,” he laughs. “She’s about one month along right now, we can have her first ultrasound next Friday and try to hear the heartbeat of the baby. I’m sure Haneul will be amazed eh?”

Jin was confused. 

You’re pregnant? 

“Yeah,” Jin says, trying to laugh along. “I’m sure he will. I’ll remind her, thank you Dr. Cha.”

“Yeah yeah, no worries. I’ll see you then.”

“Okay,” Jin says, hanging up the phone. 

Jin looks down at your phone, looking at your wallpaper. A picture of you two and the kids. He doesn’t move from where he’s standing.

“Hey,” you say, walking down the hallway as you were about to look for your phone that you left in the living room. “You’re not in your office?” You say, seeing Jin standing there. His back was facing you. 

“You got a phone call,” he says lowly, turning around and handing you your phone.

“From who?” You say, smiling up at him. You were confused. His eyebrows were furrowed and he had a serious expression on his face.

“Dr. Cha.”

Your eyes widened slightly.

“D-did you answer it?” You say, not seeing any missed calls on your lock screen.

“Yeah and he said something funny,” Jin says, forcing out a laugh.

“Like what…?” You look up at him with worry in your eyes.

“You're pregnant?” He says, leaning down to your face. “And you didn’t tell me?”

“I was going to, I--”

“How long did you know?”

“Not too long, I just found out a few days ago.” Jin scoffs, looking away from you.

“Jin, I was going to tell you.”

“Then why didn’t you?”

“You were complaining about the kids all week, and saying let’s just stick to three kids,” you say, mocking his voice. “Jin you said maybe to a GOLDFISH. What would you say if I said we were having another kid?”

“BECAUSE IT’S NOT IN THE PLAN YN. We always said THREE. And you know how hard it is with just them three?” Jin says, moving his arm to the side and motioning towards the kids room. “What the hell happened?” He yells. 

“Aren’t you the one who said “no matter how hard you plan, the future is uncertain”?” You say. Jin has given advice to his friends countless times before, and you remember most of them. This one being his advice to Bora when she was confused with Taehyung and her ex. “Well we always planned for a big family, three was ideal. But what if four is what completes our family?” You yell back at him.

Jin laughs, crossing his arms across his chest, looking away from your face. You were so close to crying. 

“It’s too soon, Haneul’s only three. How did this even happen?”

“And Minseok was two when we had Soojin. And Soojin was around two with Haneul as well. What’s the difference?”

“The difference is, it’s not as easy as it once was Yn. How could you let this happen?”

You scoff. What does he mean by that?

“How could I let this happen? Jin what the heck did we do during our anniversary trip?! WHAT DID YOU THINK WOULD HAPPEN?”

“YOU’RE ON THE PILL! THEY’RE LIKE 99% EFFECTIVE!” He laughs. “What did you do? Forget to take it? Were you that stupid?” Your mouth drops open when he says that last bit. You let out an annoyed scoff. You can’t believe him.

“I guess I am,” you say. “The day we left, I ran out.” You shake your head. “I was supposed to buy more but so many things happened that day and I couldn’t remember the one thing I was supposed to do. So I guess, yeah. I am stupid.”

“How could you forget that? You take it everyday, wouldn’t you remember--”

“Oh like how you forgot to pick up the kids from school? Yeah, I know you don’t pick them up everyday but you had ONE job Jin. The first day I leave and the house falls apart--”

“EXACTLY. IT’S THREE KIDS AND ME. AND YOU’RE ADDING ONE MORE?”

“JIN YOU ACT LIKE THIS IS A ONE PERSON JOB?” Your eyes were already watering and a few tears have dropped. “I don’t care if you want this kid or not--”

“Oh my gosh,” He rolls his eyes at you. “I DIDN’T SAY--”

“Ah--” You gasp out, holding onto your stomach. Your face contorted in pain as you stumbled back. You felt a shoot of pain on your lower belly.

Jin’s face suddenly softens when he sees you in pain, all anger suddenly leaves his body. He reaches out to you to help but you move from his hand.

“I’m going to go to bed,” you mumble, walking to your room.

Jin stays there, standing in the living room, watching you go while holding onto your stomach. You slam the door behind you, locking it while you’re at it. You didn’t want Jin following you, you just wanted to be alone.

“D..daddy?”

Jin turns his head to the side to see Minseok standing by the kitchen counter. 

“Minseok what are you doing up?” He asks in a quiet voice, motioning for him to come to him. 

“You and mommy were being loud,” he says. “I woke up when you started screaming and I came out and you and mommy were just yelling at each other.” He walks up to his dad and Jin sits on the couch, pulling him close. 

“I’m sorry, do you want me to tuck you in again?” Jin asks, softly smiling up at Minseok and caressing his head.

“It’s okay, but why were you and mommy fighting? You never did that before,” he says, looking back at your closed door. 

“It’s between mommy and I,” Jin says, looking at your door as well. “It’s not the first time we fought. We just don’t do it often so you don’t see. Not everyone is perfect.”

“Not even you and mommy?” Minseok asks. Jin shakes his head. His eyes were getting watery as well. 

“Go to bed, daddy’s going to do some work in his office.” 

“Okay,” Minseok says, walking back to his room. He stops midway, turning to Jin. “Can you sleep with me tonight?” Minseok probably heard you lock the door, knowing Jin might be sleeping on the couch. Jin nods.

“Okay, I’ll go in after. Go ahead and go to bed.”

-

Jin grabs his laptop that was on the couch and heads to his office. He turns on the light, sighing. 

He didn’t plan the next few days that you were back to end up like this. Everything was supposed to be smooth sailing now that you’re back. But like what you said, like what he said before. No matter how hard you plan, the future is uncertain. And he ruined it all tonight. 

Jin walks to his desk placing his laptop on top. But something else was there.

A small canvas with a painting of two people. One was way bigger than the other. The bigger one was hugging the smaller one. And on top written in huge characters said,‘I love my daddy’. Signed by Haneul. 

This was when Jin lost it, a stream of tears slid down his cheek as he held tightly onto the canvas done by his youngest son. 

Everyone sees you and Jin as the perfect couple. Everything is easy with you two. You have the perfect kids, the perfect life, and the perfect relationship.

But what if I tell you that you don’t? For moments like this. Fighting over something that was supposed to be great. Something other’s dreamed they had. What if I told you that raising three kids is hard? Even for you and Jin. You two are the oldest out of all of your friends, you two are whom they go to for advice. For relationship advice, and for kid advice. You two were the “pros” according to them. Nothing you can’t handle.

But to you and Jin, you don’t see it that way. You two had your share of problems just like everyone else. There are things your friends don’t know about you two.

For Jin, he’s insecure about being a father. He has three kids right now, out of all his friends, he was the first to have a kid. Out of all his friends, he’s the only one with more than one kid. You’d think he’d know everything by now right?

Well he doesn’t and he’s still learning and from the past few days alone, he realizes he might not have what it takes, but he’s good enough he thinks. 

To everyone’s eyes he’s perfect, even to his kids. 

Long story short, he’s scared. 

But of what? 

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expect the unexpected

♡ part twenty-one: the perfect couple ♡ 

pairings: ceo, dad!jin x interior designer, mom!reader

a/n: the way it was cute at first 😐 okay i hope this is angsty enough also LOL i mentioned that the doctor (who is the doctor in dodosolsollalasol) is a family friend bc doctors don’t call that late in the evening, or call? at all? idk i don’t go to the doctors unless im dying

EDIT: hi sorry, i don’t usually use the read more feature because idk it always messes up something and it took out a chunk of dialogue after the cut off haha😀 i edited it now tho so it should be good

EDIT PT2: OKAY THE READ MORE KEEPS CUTTING OFF THE NEXT DIALOGUE WE HAVE BEEN TRYING TO FIX IT SO I JUST HAD TO TAKE IT OFF I APOLOGIZE

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[bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher]

Hi love!

Can I please beg for Tangled Geraskier?

Rapunzel Jask. You know I’m a sucker for angst so including the scene where he cuts her hair would slay me 💖💖💖💖💖

TYILYYYYY

Hello, Stina dear! Sorry this took me actual months to write, but it broke me out of my writer’s block and for that I am eternally grateful.

I chose several pieces of the Tangled narrative to write Geralt and Jaskier into... enjoy! 

2k-ish words (please leave me comments I’m so tired my dudes)

tw: blood, injury, major character (near) death, if you’ve seen Tangled you’ve seen this

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“So,” Jaskier smiles playfully up at the thief sitting beside him. “Roger Eric, huh?”

Geralt rolls his eyes but Jaskier catches the flush that settles high on his companion’s cheekbones. “It was… It’s a long and boring story about a lot of sad little children that I’m sure you don’t want to hear on such a lovely evening.”

Jaskier scoots closer, until the sides of their arms are pressed too tightly together for even a slip of paper to slide between, and leans his weight against the thief. He bats his thick eyelashes and pouts his lip in a way that always seems to work with his Father. “C’mon, Geralt, please won’t you tell me? Just one little story? I told you about my magical hair, after all.”

“Hmm,” the thief glares dawn at the doe-eyed blonde for a moment before nervously clearing his throat. “Fine. I… I got the name Geralt of Rivia from a collection of short stories that I used to read the other boys at the orphanage in Kaedwen; they were all about this knight who was loyal and brave and courageous despite his hideous appearance. He was rejected by princesses and noble women but was beloved by the people. Having been born with white hair… well, a lot of the folks that came looking for children thought I was under a spell or curse so…. I wasn’t their first choice for adoption.”

“You and Geralt were a lot alike, then. Different. Special… Kind.”

“I wouldn’t say I was spe-”

Jaskier’s hand darts forward and his long, slender musician’s fingers grasp Geralt by the wrist. The fledgling bard clings onto his escort tightly, his large blue eyes suddenly brimming up with tears. “Don’t you dare say you aren’t special, Geralt Roger Eric whatever your surname really is. I’ll never forgive you if you spew such nonsense where my delicate ears can hear it.”

Geralt swallows thickly and glances away. Jaskier always looks so sweet and sincere; the features on his boyish face flicker in and out of focus as patterns of light thrown by their small campfire play across his pale skin. His gaze is intense, focused on Geralt and Geralt alone. The thief panics and asks: “What is it, Jaskier? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You saved me, you know. You saved me from those men back there at the inn, you saved me from being trapped in the tower all my life, you saved me from getting lost in the forest, you… you’re a good person, Geralt. Don’t let the world or the Captain of the Guard or anyone else change your mind, do you understand me? You are-” Jaskier’s hands scrabble frantically to grasp Geralt’s, as if the white-haired man might disappear entirely if Jaskier so much as loosens his grip “- you are the best thing that’s ever happened to me since I’ve been locked in that foul, awful tower!”

“Well I…” Geralt clears his throat again. He stands slowly, disentangling his hangs from Jaskier’s as he takes a slow step back. And then another. “I should go get more firewood.”

Despite the uneasiness in their parting, Jaskier smiles after him. 

The momentary spell cast by their closeness is only broken when Jaskier hears a familiar voice from just behind him: “Well, I thought he’d never leave!”

The blonde jumps up from his seat and spins on his heel to face the black-cloaked wizard. “Father? How… How did you find me?”

Stregobor wraps his arms around Jaskier’s shoulders and squeezes so tightly that it feels more like a threat than an embrace. “It was easy, I simply followed the sound of absolute betrayal.”

Jaskier flinches and tries to pull away but cannot yet escape. 

“I just brought you this,” his Father continues. He finally releases Jaskier and hands his son the worn leather satchel he’d found hidden in his tower. “If this Geralt creature really is the man you think him to be -and don’t deny it, little flower, I can read your thoughts- give this back to him and see how long he stays.”

“Father, I-”

“Goodbye, my child. See you soon, I’m sure. Just remember that Father knows best!”

And in a swirl of black smoke and confusion, Stregobor disappears.

---

“Why do you look so scared?” Geralt asks. He slows the small gondola he’s rented to a stop, turning it slightly more to the side so that they have a better vantage point to see the lanterns spread over the harbor from the city. Jaskier sighs deeply and shakes a stray flower petal away from his eyes, the enormous golden braid shifting ever-so-slightly against his shoulders.

“I’ve been looking out a window for eighteen years,” he says softly. Nervously. “What if… What if it’s not what I expected? I’m terrified to see what it all looks like up close because what if it doesn’t meet my expectations? What if it’s not everything I dreamed it would be?”

“It will be,” Geralt replies without thinking. 

“And what if it is?” Jaskier queries, voice growing frantic. “What if it’s even more spectacular than I could have ever hoped? Then my dream will have been fulfilled and I’ll just… go back to the tower again.”

“You’ll just have to find a new dream, I guess,” Geralt offers. When Jaskier settles down into the boat a bit more comfortably and smiles shyly back at him, the thief knows he’s hit the right mark for once. Behind Geralt, the first lantern lights up the sky. Jaskier gasps and points, eyes wide and sparkling with excitement; Geralt is utterly enchanted by his easy beauty. The thief digs two paper lanterns out from beneath his seat and offers one to Jaskier, giddy when he grins even more excitedly than before. “I got this for you… I hope you like it.”

“Oh, I love it! And I have something for you, too.” Jaskier turns and pulls something from behind him. The bardling hands Geralt his very own satchel, which the thief briefly accepts and then drops to the floor without a second thought. The anxious blonde musician beams over at him more gloriously than the midday sun and then turns away, blushing a sweet shade of pink. “I should have given it to you earlier, but I was so scared… and now I’m not! I’m not scared anymore!”

“Good,” Geralt smiles back. He’s elated. It feels as if his heart is glowing twice as brightly as any of the lanterns floating past and around them. “That’s very good.”

I know what my dream is now, Jaskier. Now that you’re here by my side I never want to see you frown again. You don’t deserve to be hidden away in a tower where your art is stifled… even if you don’t want to love me back in that way, I’ll still protect you. I want to see how you see the world, Jaskier. I lo-

“Geralt! Look! That one has runes painted on it, what does it say!?”

---

Geralt pulls his daggers from his belt but before he can stab them into the craigy stone wall and begin his ascent, the familiar tresses of Jaskier’s long golden hair topple down to reach him. Thank fuck, he’s still alive. 

“Jaskier! I thought I’d never see you again!” he calls as he grabs hold of the thick blonde strands. 

The thief climbs quickly, his arms and legs nearly cramping with the effort to hurry back to Jaskier. As he hauls himself through the large window and into the tower proper, however, he’s met with a confusing and unsettling sight: Jaskier stands across the room, a cloth gag pulled tightly between his teeth, his hands manacled together behind him. A short length of spare chain attached to the manacles keeps the frightened, struggling blonde tethered against one of the building’s thick support beams. Someone had knocked down a mirror or vase during the previous fighting; shards of pottery and silver lie scattered across the floor, working as a weak barrier to keep Geralt away from the bound man. Jaskier screams out in warning as their eyes meet: “Ghmphh!”

If Jaskier is being held captive then who let his hair do-

Before Geralt can finish fully forming his question, a bright flash of pain arcs out from his side and sends him toppling to his knees. A wet, sticky heat begins to spread from a spot beneath his ribs and when he presses his hand against his shirt it comes way red. 

Oh. Oh, no...

He hears Stregobor’s voice addressing the sobbing blonde, “Now look what you’ve done, Jaskier.”

Geralt collapses to his knees and then falls to his side, curling up in the fetal position and clutching at the wound as if that will be any help at all. He knows he’s doomed, but there must be some way for him to help Jaskier… to save his… his love. 

“Don’t worry, little flower, our secret will die with your little thief, here, and then we’ll be safe again. Just the two of us.”

Jaskier keens loudly and the sharp, desperate sound of it makes something deep in Geralt’s heart ache. The younger man pulls and yanks against the chains that hold him in place, his bare feet slipping against the polished floor as he tries and fails to reach the wounded Geralt. 

Stregobor yanks at the lead, pulling Jaskier back harshly by the arms. The young musician’s shoulders burn with the strain of it but Jaskier pulls forward anyway, uncaring. He must save Geralt, he must. The wizard tugs him back again, more roughly, and the jarring movement loosens his gag. He spits it from his mouth and cries out: “Stregobor! Strego- Father, listen to me!”

The wizard pauses, his interest piqued by Jaskier’s use of the word Father given the circumstances. “Yes, child?”

“Father,” Jaskier pants, turning to look at the man who’d held him captive for eighteen years. The man who kidnapped him from his cradle and forced him to grow up without the love of his real parents. The man who had, mere moments ago, stabbed the love of Jaskier’s life with the full intention of killing him. “I want you to know that I won’t stop fighting you. Every moment of every day for the rest of my life will be spent trying to get away from you. I will scream and kick and struggle and yell and you will have to keep me caged away as a bird or a mouse to make me stay by your side unless-” Jaskier pauses to take a breath, his shoulders sagging as his gaze drops submissively to the floor between them “-unless you let me save this man. Let me save Geralt’s life and I will follow you all around the Continent without a single word of complaint. I will never attempt to run away or hide from you, not once. Everything will go back to being exactly like it was before, Father, I swear on his life.”

Stregobor considers for a moment. 

He nods. 

“Alright, then. Let’s be quick about it, little flower.”

He removes the shackles from Jaskier and clamps them tightly around Geralt’s wrists instead, securing him to the bannister at the foot of the stairs. To keep him from following us, he remarks offhandedly. 

Jaskier pads his way across the floor as quickly as he can in his bare feet and falls to the ground at Geralt’s side. He pulls the wounded thief against his side to steady him and gathers two heavy handfuls of his own long hair. “I’m so sorry! Everything is going to be okay now, Geralt, I swear it.”

Geralt shoves his hands away weakly, “No, Jaskier.”

“You have to trust me, Geralt, I-”

“I c-can’t let you d-do this,” Geralt grunts, teeth gritted against the pain. 

Jaskier stares down at him, tears already gathering at the corners of his sky-blue eyes. His voice trembles when he whispers, “And I can’t let you die. I won’t let you die.”

“But if you do th-this then you-” Geralt coughs and Jaskier wipes a trickle of blood away from the corner of the thief’s mouth “-you will die.”

“Shh,” Jaskier quiets him, dropping one fistfull of blonde tresses to cup Geralt’s face instead. “Everything will be alright.”

Geralt smiles sadly up at Jaskier, his decision already having been made. He lets the back of his knuckles ghost across the musician’s peach-soft cheek. Jaskier’s eyes flutter shut for a moment and then open again, curious. “Jaskier, I…”

The thief uses the last of his strength to push up into a sitting position. The hand on Jaskier’s face slides back and gathers his hair at the back of his neck. Geralt’s other hand comes up, a shard of glass gripped tightly in his fist, and slices through the long blonde strands. He watches as Jaskier’s hair turns from radiant gold to chestnut brown. Geralt falls back with a short, sharp sound of agony, his vision already fading around the edges. The shard of mirror, dagger-sharp around the edges, clatters to the ground beside Jaskier. 

“No!” Stregobor screams, gathering up an armful of Jaskier’s still-blonde hair. The golden hue is already fading, shifting to match the short brown hair still fluffed around his head. The lost prince watches with wide, horrified eyes as the wizard trips over a loose floorboard and goes careening out the open window. 

More worrying than his kidnapper’s death, however, is the man lying in his arms, breathing shallowly. Jaskier gathers Geralt close, tucking the thief’s head against his neck and wrapping his arms around the older man’s broad shoulders. “No, no, no, no, Geralt. Stay with me, okay? Stay with me, right here.”

He grabbed at Geralt’s hand, holding it against the top of his head as he sang desperately. “Flower gleam and glow, let your power shine, make the clock reverse, bring back was once was mi-”

“Jaskier!” Geralt says, pulling his hand down to cup the prince’s face. He can feel his limbs growing cold and numb, distant from him and out of his control. “You… You were my new dream.”

Jaskier sobs, clinging to Geralt with all he’s worth. “And you were mine.”

Geralt manages to smile up into those beautiful blue eyes one last time. And then the world goes dark and his hand falls to the floor, limp.

---

Jaskier buries his face in the crook of Geralt’s neck and screams. He throws back his head and howls like a wounded animal, his heart shattering to pieces within the confines of his chest cavity. Then he quiets himself down, adjusts Geralt’s body on his lap, and finishes the song the way he’s been taught to do: “Heal what has been hurt, change the Fates’ design, save what has been lost… bring back what once was mine.”

A single tear falls from his eye and lands on Geralt’s cheek. A cheek that will never blush again, never turn up in a smile, never-

A faint yellow glow catches Jaskier’s vision, just from the corner of his eye. He turns his head to look at Geralt’s wound and gasps: the outline of a golden flower covers his abdomen, glowing so brightly that Jaskier must hide his eyes and turn away to keep from being blinded. When the glow fades enough that can safely look back again, Geralt’s wound is gone and the blood that was once staining his jerkin has disappeared. 

He leans over the white-haired thief with bated breath, waiting for a movement or a breath or something… anything. 

After a long moment, two honey-hazel eyes blink open. Geralt inhales quietly and then asks, with the sweetest smile Jaskier has ever seen in all his eighteen years of life, “Did I ever tell you I had a thing for brunettes?”

Jaskier squeals with glee and throws himself into Geralt’s waiting arms, pressing their eager mouths together for the first kiss of their Happily Ever After. 

[americangirlstar]

Very bored and JAKKS is doing a product preview on April 1 so. Predictions for the second wave of Disney ILY dolls

Next wave of dolls will be: Tiana, Rapunzel, Moana, Belle, Snow White. Belle and Snow were promised as upcoming characters so I believe they’ll be getting dolls. The other three have packs already; Moana and Jasmine are a tossup between each other but Moana is Disney’s current cashcow so I think she’s a definite. Rapunzel has several sets so she’s getting in. Tiana is getting in because she’s Tiana.

Other dolls I would not be surprised to replace one of the above: an Anna doll, meant to serve as a sister to the Elsa doll, or a Daisy Duck doll to go with the Minnie.

Slightly less excited expectation: as we’re getting two characters of color, there’s gonna be discourse over the dolls. The previous five dolls were designed specifically to not look like their OG (ariel being blonde, tink being east asian with long dark hair, etc). I seriously doubt Disney would not let Tiana be black bc that backlash would be immediate but Moana is gonna be tricky. Honestly my expectation is that Tiana will have a cool natural black hairstyle and maybe different eye color– maybe green as a shoutout to the frog? God only knows what Moana will look like but fingers crossed!!

If there is a Jasmine doll I would KILL for her to come in a hijab.

Packs for Raya at the very least. I don’t think they would have had time to make Encanto or Turning Red packs before knowing those movies would be a hit, and while it’s possible we’ll get a Meilin or Mirabel pack, I feel like that would be more likely wave three. Raya was expected to succeed (and did) so we’re getting at least a pack for her, maybe one for Sisu.

More packs for Mickey-centric characters; it’s Disney’s icon, I fully expect at least a Daisy pack.

I’m expecting more Disney Princess packs as well: with Belle and Snow promised, we’re missing Aurora, Pocahontas, Mulan, Mérida and obviously Raya and Mirabel. I would ADORE if Aurora and Snow got pajama packs (maybe also Giselle?)

Cinderella and Tinker Bell have dolls but no packs, so I expect those two to get packs asap. Esp since the new Peter Pan is dropping this year, they’re gonna wanna market the shit outta Tink.

Fully expect an Alice pack at some point. I also see definite probability for Toy Story packs, themed around Jessie and girlboss Bo Peep. Can also see them slipping in a Judy Hopps pack at some point

We got two Very Deluxe™ packs last drop and a huge accessory (Minnie’s car); I feel like we’ll get those too. My guess is one of the Deluxe Packs will be Raya-themed, the other will be Daisy (if they use her) or one of the other princesses they’ve utilized. The big accessory prob won’t be another car but if it is I’d love a Vanellope-inspired one

Now. Those are my predictions, here are things I would LIKE but don’t think would happen, at least not this soon:

Rare Disney ladies getting packs. Maid Marian, Giselle, Melody, ESMERALDA, Nala, Lady, Kida, Megara, Vanellope, Duchess and Marie, Mary Poppins... when Encanto stuff drops I DEMAND a tie-dye set for Isabela and some kind of Dolores and/or Luisa set. Big Hero 6 packs would also be cool as shit

Some VERY rare girls I would love to see: Kiara, Miss Bianca and Penny, Jenny Foxworth and Rita/Georgette, Eilonwy, Olivia Flaversham, Spring Sprite

Jane Porter is unlikely bc Disney ran into copyright issues with her but a lil jungle explorer kit would be cute

oh my goooood could you imagine like. a babysitting pack themed around Kanga

I would DIE for a halloween set based around Sally from Nightmare Before Christmas. The Stitch set also proves they’re not limited to inspo from women so we could even have a Jack set to match!

I don’t see them doing TV shows but God I wish they would. I want Elena and Cassandra and Webby and LUZ AND AMITY AND ANNE AND

KAIRI SET PLEASE

this probably won’t happen but villain sets would be super cool. can you imagine the fashion that a cruella or ursula set would bring

if they try to slip in marvel/star wars packs i will kill them

so. what about y’all

[vivianweasley]

Rapunzel (Fred Weasley X Ravenclaw!Reader)

A/N: This is for @wand3ringr0s3‘s 1.9K writing challenge and the prompt is I See The Light from Tangled!

Summary: Fred is always there for you. No matter if it’s your birthday, or if you’re just having a sleepless night.

Pairing: Fred Weasley X Ravenclaw!fem!Reader

Warnings: insomnia (Fred comforting reader!), post-war trauma, mention of war

Word count: 1.8K

(Disclaimer: I do not own the gif)

Today’s your 18th birthday. Even though the atmosphere of the school was pretty intense with Umbridge in charge, you still had a pretty good birthday. Your friends threw you a little birthday party.

Everyone wished you Happy Birthday. Well, everyone except for one.

After the Weasley twins left the school, you’ve never heard from them since. You guys were good friends and you really missed them. Especially Fred. 

Even George sent you a letter wishing you happy birthday, along with some samples of their new products, but Fred never showed up. Did he forget about your birthday? Or did he just forget about you?

You weren’t sure when did your stupid little crush on Fred Weasley began. Maybe it was when he stood up for you when Umbridge was going to punish you. Maybe it was when he made you laugh when you were crying because you got a bad grade in potions. Or maybe it was long before all of this.

How you became friends with Fred was a funny story. It was two years ago, you were just on your way back to your common room, but suddenly you tripped. You dropped all of your books and the potion project that you spent the entire last week working on. Watching the potion bottle scattered into pieces, your heart broke with it. You looked up and saw a boy with ginger hair gasped and soon escaped.

You recognized that was Fred Weasley. You two shared a few classes together and you hated to admit it, but he and his twin always had their way to capture your attention. How could they not? They always had so many strange ideas that never failed to intrigue you.

The next day, you successfully cornered him in the hallway. “Weasley! Why the hell did you trip me! I worked on that project for an entire week!”

He was surprised that someone suddenly cornered him, but he still had that cheeky smile, “Oh I think you got the wrong twin. I’m pretty sure it was George. I’ll go find him for you-”

“Oh I’m sorry. I must’ve made a mistake then.”

“It’s alright, people mix us up all the time.” He smiled and soon tried to escape you again. But just when he started walking, he tripped.You waved your wand and tied his shoelaces when he was still busy trying to come up with some excuses and alibi. 

You walked in front of him and gave him a triumphant grin, “This is for my potion project. I know who you are, Fred Weasley.”

And then you just hopped away, leaving him still lying on the floor and that funnily, was the beginning of your friendship.

He was intrigued by your mind and your ideas just as how you were intrigued by his. You would always get him and George out of trouble just like how you could get them into trouble if you wanted to.

You felt ridiculous always checking the clock and fighting back the urge to check the owlery every other hour. If Fred couldn’t give you a birthday gift, maybe at least he could send you a letter?

Maybe his owl got lost. You knew the Weasley’s owl was a little silly. 

Or maybe he already forgot about you. He’s got a business and everything, who would have time for you?

The clock in your room finally stuck 12. It was officially not your birthday anymore and he never showed up.

You fell on your pillow and your mind drifted to last year’s birthday. The twins dragged you to the shrieking shack, telling you that they need your help for a grand prank. You opened the door and found Ginny and the twins actually prepared a surprise party for you. But this year, you only had Ginny.

A knock on the window beside you brought you back from your memory. You got off your bed and walked to the window, gripping your wand tight for you didn’t know what might happen.

But when you opened the window, the scene successfully put a smile on your face. Enchanted little pebbles were flying up to knock on your window. Along with the pebbles, there was also a little note that read “Oi Rapunzel, let down your hair!” You knew that carefree handwriting way too well. It was Fred’s.

You flipped the note and the back of it read “meet you at the door”. You chuckled as the butterflies in your stomach started to dance.

As soon as you rushed downstairs, you heard someone arguing with the door knocker, “Seriously, why are you so stubborn? If a serial killer is chasing after a student and that student just couldn’t answer your stupid riddles, are you just gonna let that student die? This doesn’t make any sense!”

You giggled and opened the door to see Fred with his cheeks flushed and still panting. You guessed that he must have ran upstairs just now.

“Oh thank Merlin! Y/N!”

“How did you get into Hogwarts?”

“Hmmm, my determination to be here for you on your birthday has made me unstoppable?”

Your heart fluttered at his cheesy answer, but you still kept a straight face, “Yet, you are still late.”

But instead of Fred’s explanation, you heard the portrait on the wall complaining first, “So do you want to get in or out? You can’t just stand here with the door open!” 

“Come!” Fred smiled at you and dragged you out of the common room.

“Where are you taking me!”

He brought you all the way to the astronomy tower. Thankfully, you guys didn’t run into Mr. Filch because Fred already knew the route too well.

You two sat down by the window. The weather was good tonight. The sky was clear and you could see the stars twinkling above. The chilly midnight breeze made the astrological instruments sing. You haven’t felt so peaceful in a while.

“Happy birthday Y/N.” Fred broke the silence first. He pulled out a bracelet from his pocket and placed it around your wrist. “I’m sorry I was late, but your present took me longer than I thought to make.”

“What is this Freddie?”

“Lumos.” He waved his wand and the bracelet lit up. Your eyes lit up too when you saw the bracelet on his wrist started to glow as well. “In case you missed the laughter and fun in your life, by that I mean, in case if you missed me, you can light up the bracelet and I will know.”

You stared at him, finding yourself speechless. A warm and tingling feeling started to rise in your heart and spread through your whole body.

“Don’t fall in love with me.” He laughed cheekily when he realized you were staring at him.

You looked at him and saw the light reflecting in his eyes. For a moment, it was as if your world has lit up, yet everything was in slow-motion.

Too late. That was the first thought that popped into your head

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You woke up from the exploding and screaming in your nightmare. It was already three in the morning.

Nightmares and sudden palpitations were common problems that people who have been through the battle face and you weren’t an exception. You glanced at the calendar on your nightstand and felt slightly relieved when you made sure it was already a year after the war. Everything was fine. You were safe now.

You lied back and tried to sleep again, but the brutal scenes of the battle just refused to leave your head. After struggling for fifteen minutes, you finally gave up and got off bed.

You turned on all the lights in your room just to feel a little bit more secure, but the room was just so empty. You were craving for company. You missed Fred. You needed him.

You and Fred got together during the war, finally admitting that you couldn’t afford to lose each other. If the war left anything good in your life. There was that.

You wanted to see Fred, to talk to him, to hug him. You wanted to just apparate into his apartment right now. But you knew he was busy and had to wake up early tomorrow morning. Even though Fred told you that you could always go find him when you need him, but you just didn’t want to add to his burden. You knew it was your anxiety and insecurity lying to you, saying that you were a burden, but you just felt too exhausted tonight to shut them up.

So after debating in your head and listing out all the pros and cons, you decided to just light that bracelet. If you couldn’t cuddle him right now, at least the light from the bracelet could make you feel like he was right here with you.

Sleeping was probably not an option anymore tonight, so you decided to read a good book to distract yourself. But fifteen minutes later, you realized you were just staring at the pages without even reading the words. So you started to pace around in your apartment, trying to focus on all the corners that you didn’t pay attention to before.

Just when you were about to check that vase on your bookshelf for the third time tonight, you heard a knocking on your window. You immediately ran to the window, knowing too well what that meant. 

A little note with “Rapunzel, let down your hair” written on it flew into your hand when you opened the window.

“Darling, are you alright?” You turned and saw Fred has already apparated into your apartment. “I’m sorry I’m a little late, the bracelet went under my pillow-” 

His ramble was cut short when you rushed to hug him. He chuckled and lifted you up to carry you back to your bedroom. He placed you on the bed and tucked you in before joining you

You felt like you could finally breathe calmly as you were now secure in his embrace. You just felt so lucky to have him and a random question popped into your head.

“Freddie, when did you realize that you like me?”

“Hmm probably that day when you tied my shoelaces. I thought Merlin, this woman is going to be trouble.”

“Thank you very much,” you lightly pushed his arm to protest.

“I have a question for you too,” suddenly, he looked at you seriously, “how were you able to tell me and George apart at first?”

“Well, you are slightly taller than George and George’s voice is deeper than yours.” You simply listed out your observations.

“But these are all relative. That day when you tied my shoelaces, there was only me.”

“Or maybe it’s just cause I’m smart?”

He squeezed your waist at your cheeky answer and you squeezed his waist back. 

“It’s your eyes,” you finally admitted, “George’s eyes are soft, but your eyes are bright. It’s like my whole world has lit up when I see the light in your eyes.”

He looked at you with his eyes widened. You giggled when you saw his expression, “What? Are you feeling touched? Don’t fall too deeply in love with me.”

He squeezed your waist again. But when you were about to attack him back, he pulled you closer and pressed a kiss on your forehead.

“Too late, darling. Already did.”

[sumire-bride]

Sumire and shuus route (demo) maniac 9

Scene is living room

Sumire- ..haah… (..Shuu-sama told me I was suspended… I was not sure what that meant until.. reiji-sama woke us up…)

(..and well… he was not happy… at all…)

*FLASHBACK*

Flashback is in living room

Reiji- …

Sumire- …

(..there is such a dark aura coming from reiji-sama…. Ahh…)

Reiji- I have no words.. I.. I honestly can’t believe you did such a thing.. I already deal with laito and subarus suspensions and make sure they don’t get expelled which already puts me in a situation and now this!

Good grief do you have any idea how you could have messed up the sakamaki name if I didn’t make your suspension a little shorter, you should be happy that your suspended for a month and not longer,what do you have to say for yourself?!

Sumire- …. Forgive me… I did not realize what I was doing.. until after I had did it…. I am very sorry… I did not mean to cause such.. trouble for you…

Reiji- how do you expect to make this up for yourself ah!? I can’t even think of a proper punishment at this very moment

Laito- ufu, give our bitch-chan a break, we should be happy if I’m being honest. It’s the first time she has ever gotten angry! Shuu was there

Ne ne tell us Shuu, what did she look like? I can’t help but imagine what she must of looked like, her eyes full of rage, did she yell? Ahh… Just the thought of it turns me on~. An angry bitch-chan.. ne bitch-chan show me that face you had yesterday

Subaru- tch.. fuckin perv..

Ayato- little watermelon got suspended, still can’t believe it,

Kanato- if you need a punishment for her then.. I can help with that. Ne teddy what should we do to torture her hm..? Should we rip her pretty eyes out and use them..? Or should we cut off her long legs and use them for one of our.. other projects, or or should we-!

Reiji- silence!

Haah.. this women is such a headache.. well no matter I’ll come up with one when we come back

Everyone get in the car we’ll be late

Sumire- …uh… I did not put my uniform on…

Reiji- what are you talking about? Your suspended..- don’t tell me you don’t know what that is, I shouldn’t be surprised.. suspension means someone stopping someone from doing or going a place or thing

So your not going to school, for a month,

Sumire- …so.. I can not go to school…? I see…

Reiji- seems like you understand, well your not going so when we’re gone.. don’t burn the house down, I’m being serious don’t.burn.the.house.down. Unless you require a bigger punishment then your already getting

Laito- bye bitch-chan! Don’t cause to much trouble while we’re gone Kay~!

*FLASHBACK ENDS*

Sumire- … (..and that is how i got here… I’m not sure what to do… mm… I guess I can go to the music room… piano seems to calm me down…) well I should get going then….

*scene is in the mansions music room*

Sumire- … (…this piano is really pretty… haha… what am I saying… I think all pianos look the same from what I’ve seen…. I am starting to think that the word “idiot” is not a compliment… does this mean I am a idiot…?)

(..the things I do are stupid aren’t they…? I.. I do not understand anything….)

Shuu- oi..

Sumire- ..!!!…

Shuu- you don’t need to jump.. it’s only me geez..

Sumire- ..Shuu-sama….! You are not in school… did you get this thing suspended as well…?

Shuu- why does it matter if I did or not, it’s not like you should care

Besides that.. what are you doing..?

Sumire- ..I am on the piano… is that not obvious….? Ah..! Is Shuu-sama going blind…!

Shuu- okay I get it.. geez.. what I meant was why are you up here, you don’t seem like the type who would be going to random places without a reason to

Sumire- ..Did I need a reason to come here…? I merely came here because I like the sound of piano… I was not sure if I was even going to play anything… I have.. just been in some stress… and piano is soothing to me…

..I knew how to play ever since I was.. a child… my older brother taught me how… he used to play when he came to visit me and father…. I remember the first song he taught me…. He told me when we first sang together that.. I had the voice of a angel… or something else that was better.. he said the same thing about my looks… He said that was only befitting of the only daughter of the kanashi family to be… beautiful…. And have everything that came with it….

..I love the piano and music…. There such amazing things… and the memories of him and my other brothers.. is something I will cherish till the day I die… they’d want me to.. right…?

Shuu- you know how to play this old thing..? Wow Rapunzel actually has something she can do besides reading and acting like a idiot.. what a surprise..

Well, play me something then.. I wanna nap

Sumire- ..huh… you want to hear me.. play…? That is quite funny… haha…

Shuu- why is that funny..?

Sumire- Shuu-sama has never seemed interested in.. any of the things I do… so I find it funny when you do… but I also find it quite nice… I like when Shuu-sama shows interest in my talents….

Shuu- tch.. whatever, I guess I’ll nap listening with my headphones then..

Sumire- ..eh.. if that is what Shuu-sama wants to listen to then I am perfectly fine with it….. (..Shuu-sama also makes me feel happy… I like that he is here… fufu..)

..I am going to read okay…?

Shuu- do what you want.. I doesn’t bother me as long as your quite..

Sumire- ….

*TIMESKIP*

Sumire- …ah.. (..this is sad… poor boy… his love is dying… how sad… but I can not cry about.. such things…. Mother and father will get mad at me….) hmm…. (Maybe I should.. stop reading for now…. So I don’t cry)

..(..Shuu-sama is still napping on my shoulder…. Maybe I should take a nap as well… but I’ve slept quite a bit… I wonder if that is a good thing…. Normally I would myself up by reading before…)

*sumire puts her head on his shoulder*

Sumire- … (..when I look at Shuu-sama… there is a lot I like about him… including his looks… his pale and bright hair colour reminds me of those.. really pretty guys in books…it’s.. it’s nice… a lot of the time when I look at him… he makes me feel dizzy… but in a good way…?)

(..oh goodness this is confusing me… haha… I’m quite confused at my feelings towards you Shuu-sama… I love him but… what type of love is this…? It is a lot different then how I felt about my big brothers and parents… and the servants…. I’m quite confused… ne Shuu-sama please tell me…)

Shuu- oi.. your getting tears on my shoulder

Sumire- ..what are tears…? Uh..

*drip drip*

Sumire- …?.. what is this… I don’t not quite understand….

Shuu- is that not obvious..? Your crying, and you got your tears on my shoulder

Sumire- ..I am crying…! Oh no… I can cry….! Mother will be upset at me… I can’t have that… go away tears…!

Shuu- why tell them to go away.. I honestly don’t dislike you crying.. this is actually the first time I have seen you shed tears.. though I’d wish you’d actually have a frightened look as well, but I guess I can make that happen on my own

Hey.. shed more tears for me

*rustle rustle*

Sumire- …uh… if you are going to suck my blood then.. please wait an till I have stopped these awful tears coming… from my face…

Shuu- don’t wanna.. I prefer it better to suck you blood when your full of them, so go on cry more for me.. not like anyone’s gonna hear right..? I mean it’s just the two of us in this one room,

Or were you expecting something a little more dirty..? Lewd girl

Sumire- ..Why would I want the two of us to get dirty…. It would be troublesome to clean ourselves up… and I don’t quite like dirt in my hands to much…

Shuu- you really are I naïve girl, again I don’t dislike toying with girls like that either

*shuu bites sumire*

Sumire- …ah…! Shuu-sama… I.. (..and there goes my voice…. I.. I don’t want to move…. I can’t move… does.. does this make him.. happy…?)

Shuu- nn… haah.. haha.. look at that I finally got a look out of you.. after multiple tries it happened.. go on make that face more, cry more.. I want to see it..

Sumire- … (..It… it does make him happy… if this is what he wants then I am… willing to…) uh… ah…!

Shuu- I’ve wondered for a while if these we’re either tights or stockings… hmm.. so they are stockings.. they look nice on your legs..

*shuu rips the left sock*

Sumire- …Shuu-sama…! Don’t rip those…! Oh goodness I will need to see those back together….-

*shuu bites sumires thigh*

Sumire- ..argh….!! (…that hurts… a lot…!! But.. but I can not cry about it…)

Shuu- Nn.. hnn… a lot of blood comes from here.. hey you should be happy I gave you a compliment..

You know.. you should wear something else other then his baggy dress, I’ve just found out that you have nice legs.. surprisingly you actually have nice features besides that face of yours.. speaking of which.. there’s another thing I’ve wondered..

Sumire- …?..

Shuu- as of recently I’ve wondered what you’d look like if you didn’t have this annoying dress on. So let me take it off

Sumire- …huh.. what… you want.. no.. no in all ways….! I will let shuu-sama bite me but I will not take my dress of for his… own amusement… my body is for my eyes…

Shuu- heeh.. look at that.. you made another face.. your blushing

Sumire- …I am not doing such a thing…. Oh goodness…

Shuu- so would you rather my brothers see you like that..? See you in all your own little forms..? Or would you rather me see it instead..?

Sumire- ..uh… (..shuu-sama says weird things… I am not quite sure how to answer that… but..) …if I am being completely honest… I don’t want anyone to see me in this state… if my family say me like this now… I’d get in trouble…. But.. (..I am fully aware of what he is implying… I am not that dense)

..I would rather shuu-sama look at me in this state then anyone else… because he is the only one I feel safe around to show him these… scary feelings and expressions with…. so.. if it makes Shuu-sama happy than I am willing to sacrifice what I have stuck to in my life…

Shuu- I’m getting a lot of the things I want today.. strange isn’t it.. whatever.. scream.. shout.. use this opportunity to actually be loud around me.. okay..? Don’t waste it..

Sumire- ..mhm… (..I understand what I am doing is considered wrong in the eyes of father.. but… he is not here right now… so… I am fine… and I am making Shuu-sama happy… so everything is fine because he’s here….)

Monologue

This man and mines body fell close together.. it was almost like we were melting together like candle wax..

I gave up everything I once knew in this moment.. but I feel like everything will be the same by tomorrow.. I’m terrified that it will be the same.. I want things to stay like this for just a moment longer…

This is so different then what I’m used to feeling.. and I don’t understand it.. even after I still didn’t.. I wonder.. what is this..

It’s different from what me and you had.. this “prince” is different from you.. but how..?

It’s the first time I’ve done anything that wasn’t to make you all happy but to make someone else happy.. the first time I asked someone else a question

So tell me.. is this what you’d call “love”..? Is this the same type of love we had..?

Father..

—to be continued—

Maniac 8 — maniac 10

[fletchphoenix]

Little Secret

Okay this is chapter 9 of the High School AU

PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION - TW for an attempt at s**c*de, s*lf h*arm and some other morbid shit. please don’t read / skip over the italics if you aren’t comfortable reading about those topics. Please. This is more of a vent piece as well but please be careful.

I love you all so so much.

As Hugo left, Varian let himself lay back on his bed and let out a huff. Wincing at the constricting feeling in his chest, he changed into his pyjamas and laid back in bed. Ruddiger, ever the saint, sat beside his head and let out gentle noises to soothe him, nuzzling his cheek against the boy’s as he calmed him enough to settle into a deep sleep.

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Teardrops dripped from his eyes and onto his phone as his breath shook with each inhale and exhale he took. Blue light from the screen stung the already teary eyes, the hurtful words that looked back at him instead of his reflection on the screen made the suffering even worse. His throat burned as he swallowed down acidic bile and his shoulders shook. Still, he couldn’t take his eyes away as the shock of the situation finally set in and his hand flew to his stomach, his gags finally ceasing after a few minutes.

He was well aware of the blood that rolled down his arm, indents from fingernails also stinging and buried deep into the pale, freckled skin that now had an ugly coat of scarlet that concealed them from his view. It ran down onto the bed steadily, not even ceasing as it still continued to run and flow across the expanse of skin and pool onto the sheets. They were red anyway. It fit right in, only a slightly deeper red than the covers.

Raising his head, he looked into the mirror - a true sight to see. Rather than a sight for sore eyes, he looked like something that would make someone gouge their eyes out. He wouldn’t blame them either. He felt like a freak, the weight of his secret almost crippling in his brain. Everything looked wrong about him - the way his hips jutted out too much for a boy, his overly feminine face, his chest...he wanted to rip that off. The material that constricted it made it almost hard to breathe every day, his chest heaving as he knew he had it on for too long, but he couldn’t risk taking it off. He just couldn’t.

Quirin had lost it when he found the last one, so buying a new one would be...too difficult. Well, as soon as the man had found out Varian’s secret, he’d lost it on the boy. Told him he’d ‘never be his son’ and refused to even look at him for a few days. He hated it when he cut his hair, even though he’d always kept it at a moderate length to keep Quirin happy. Well, if Quirin wasn’t going to call him his son, he wasn’t going to call him father.

What he hadn’t anticipated was this.

He only told one person his little secret. His almost deadly secret that he couldn’t risk getting spread because he’d already been transferred from Old Corona High to Saporia High, Old Corona apparently not being ‘good enough’. He’d left behind all his friend, everyone he’d ever cared about was gone and he wasn’t going back. 

He met Andrew in his first week and almost instantly they’d bonded. They bonded over thinking the Corona High students were snobs and didn’t even deserve the air they breathed. He’d told Varian that everything he did was great and encouraged him to do more. He cared for Varian when his father was being difficult and had wiped away countless tears. He’d been there for him no matter what. 

So he told Andrew his little secret.

He’d told Andrew. Andrew swore he wouldn’t tell anyone. Well, he swore until Varian befriended Rapunzel and her husband, Eugene. He didn’t even know he hated the pair, oblivious to the fact until Andrew had forced him to stop talking to them just the other day. Obviously he’d refused - why wouldn’t he? Rapunzel and Eugene cared for him. They loved him.

And so Andrew told everyone. Everyone in Saporia High knew his little secret, which is definitely not what he needed in a school that was almost built on republican values. It ached and pulled at his heart as he threw his phone across the room, it banging against the wall and he could swear he heard the shattering of the screen. It didn’t matter though anymore - not as if his father would have to fix it.

He rose to his feet. He had some business to attend to.

The burning returned as shaky legs dragged him towards the bathroom, fists clenched and locked himself in there, the tears still rolling down his cheeks. He felt too warm all of a sudden, sweat gathering and forming beads along his eyebrow as he heaved for breath and a pain spread and blossomed throughout his chest. He’d closed his eyes as he pulled off his shirt before he opened his eyes and stared at the binder that covered his chest. He wasn’t right. He didn’t know why he was born the way he was. The still shaking hands raised to open the glass cabinet in front of him as he took out two containers of pills. If he wasn’t gonna be listened to, he’d make them hear him.

The next time he woke up, all he heard was the persistent beeping of a monitor. A heart rate monitor. He remembered that from when his mother was in hospital. His vision was still blurred as he looked around the room, faces of doctors with masks and nurses opening doors appearing first, then the face of a familiar blonde rushing to his bedside as soon as the aforementioned door was even the slightest bit open. 

“Rapunzel.” He coughed, forcing a smile onto his features. Everything ached. His stomach ached. He let out a wheezy cough as a dainty hand was raised to press against his cheek, the touch welcome and spreading a cooling touch against his skin. He felt too hot. Far too hot. He assumed that was normal, the humid air of the hospital being uncomfortable. The place was too sterile as well, too uniform.

Distantly, he heard screams of ‘Vivian! I want to see my daughter!’. Quirin. He raised his head from the comforting hand pressed to his cheek and dread filled his stomach. “Please don’t let him in.” He gulped, Eugene moving away from the bedside to stand in front of the door and help the staff holding the man back.

 Rapunzel gripped his hand, a poor distraction as Eugene stopped Quirin from entering. “Oh Varian, we were so worried.” The soothing tone of the woman replied, the yelling outside ceasing as Eugene took a glance over. In fact, Lance and the girls were there as well as Cassandra and her girlfriend. A sad smile graced his features as he leant into the hand resting on his face and tears rolled down his cheeks.

“...And for as long as I live, you’ll never see him again!” The finishing yell of Eugene declared as the door to his room slammed shut and he rushed to his side, giving a silent nod to Rapunzzel. “Kid, you’re living with us. I’ll go get all your stuff and whatever you need, I just...fuck, kid. You should’ve told us sooner. We could’ve helped you, V. We didn’t know it was...that it was that bad. I just...fuck. I'm so sorry, Varian. I’m so sorry.” He explained, very clear tears welling in the man’s eyes as he apologised profusely to the boy.  

By the end of the week, Eugene and Rapunzel had helped him move out and set up his room in the attic of their house. He didn’t want to be an inconvenience to them, but the couple seemed to welcome him with open arms as they took him away from Quirin. They’d also arranged for him to start at Corona High instead, having helped him legally change his name to Varian. No one would know other than the teachers.

Thank god.

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Varian woke up with a start, sitting up and wheezing. Oh, that was right. Hesitantly, the boy gripped at the sheets before removing his shirt and the binder residing under it before putting the shirt back on again. Rapunzel had always been sure to tell him when he had to take it off, ever the observant. She’d also always been the one to tell him to take his hormones. He knew she and Eugene loved him even after he came out.

But would Hugo? Well, that was a whole different story but...fuck it.

His fingers drifted to pick up his phone. 2:37am. He took a deep breath. He was sure Hugo would still love him either way, even if he wasn’t a biological boy. He was still Varian and he was still the boy Hugo fell in love with. Inner turmoil filled him as he let out a determined breath and dialled his number before raising the phone to his ear. There was no going back.

“Sweetheart, what’s up?” The raspy voice on the other end asked. God, he sounded amazing. Guilt still settled in his stomach as he took a large gulp. Shit, he was calling Hugo at 2am. They had school tomorrow and he’d probably woken the other up. Oh fuck, he’d certainly hate him now- “Baby, you gonna talk? I’ve gotta finish this level on-”

“I’m trans. Well, I was a girl. But I’m a boy. Well, I was never really truly a girl, I’ve always felt like a boy and I guess what I’m trying to say is I’ve always been a boy but I have a girl’s body and I thought you should know.” He stuttered out, silence meeting him on the other end of the phone. He facepalmed mentally, wanting to just curl up and die. Was he really this awkward? Why couldn’t he have just been normal and told Hugo face to face. ‘Hello my ridiculously handsome boyfriend, I’m transgender and I hope you love me!’

“Oh..” The other finally said. Varian could tell he was carefully choosing his next words, he could practically hear the cogs in his head turning in the deafening silence. “Well, I still love you and that isn’t gonna get rid of me, V. But thanks for telling me. You’re still my amazing boyfriend and I don’t love you any less.”

“Thanks Hugh. Sorry, I’ll let you finish your game. I uh-I love you. Goodnight.” He replied, hanging up and setting his phone aside as he stared at the ceiling. Hugo didn’t care. Hugo still loved him either way. A warm feeling filled his chest and a goofy grin took over his features as he slowly, but surely, fell into a deep and very happy sleep.

[rhysismydaddy]

365 Days Epilogue (Feysand)

Because @hizqueen4life asked me to. 

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

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Day 365, 7:42 PM

~Rhysand~

Rhysand was in his office, looking at reports from one of his casinos downtown when his phone rang with a text. 

Feyre Asterra: When are you coming home? 

He grinned and texted back Soon. 

He’d been planning the night for a while and wanted it to be special. It was their first anniversary, and he couldn’t wait to finish what he was doing and go home to his wife. Apparently, she couldn’t either. 

Feyre Asterra: Not good enough. 

Before he could analyze that, a loud thud came from the hallway outside his office. Which was strange, because he’d cleared the building over an hour ago to work alone. 

A gun was in his hand instantly, and he prowled toward the door, wondering who was trying to die tonight. He ripped it open, then leaned out to glance down the hallway. Empty. 

He cocked the gun and went off in the direction he’d heard the noise come from. Only to whirl around as he heard almost-silent footsteps behind him. 

It was too late though, because something hard connected with the back of his head and darkness swept in to claim him before he could fire a shot. 

~

When he woke up, his hands were tied above his head and his eyes were covered with a thick blindfold. He was on a surprisingly comfortable seat, but the comfort was minimal, seeing as his legs were bound, too. 

He tugged on the ropes holding his wrists and ankles, unsurprised to find them not at all loose enough to get out of. 

Shit. 

Rhysand had no doubt someone would find him, but this was bound to be unpleasant in the meantime. It was probably someone he��d wronged in the past or a rival gang leader trying to take out the competition. Either way, pain was inevitable. 

He’d hold out for as long as he could and pray Cassian or Azriel would find him before the worst happened. 

He heard footsteps walk up to him, his muscles tensing in preparation for the blow. 

It never came. 

Instead, he felt someone drop onto his lap, thighs straddling his waist. His eyebrows shot up behind the blindfold and his mouth dropped open as Feyre leaned close to his ear and whispered, “Happy anniversary, Rhysand.”

~Feyre~

The look of pure shock on his face had to be the highlight of her life. 

It took him at least a minute to compose himself, then he demanded, “You fucking knocked me out?”

She shook her head even though he couldn’t see it. “No, that was probably Cassian.” A sigh escaped her. “I told him to be careful.”

“Hold on. You had my best friend kidnap me from my own office?”

He sounded a little incredulous, even though that was obviously what had happened. “No, I had your best friends kidnap you from your own office. Azriel was involved, too.”

Rhysand’s jaw tightened. “I’m going to kill them. Take the blindfold off.”

“No.”

She was suddenly very, very glad he was tied up. “Ferye, I swear, whatever you’re doing, it’s the opposite of romantic. When I get out-”

“Oh, I beg to differ. You seemed to think it was pretty funny a year ago when you had the same two idiots kidnap me.” She put her hands on his shoulders, and he opened his mouth to respond. 

Then the plane started to move, and his entire body went tense. “What the hell is going on?”

She had to work to repress a giggle. Her husband really hated not knowing what was going on, apparently. How shocking. 

“We’re going on a honeymoon. Someone never took me on one, so I asked the pilot to take us somewhere special.”

He paused his complaining to consider that. “Where are we going?”

“You’ll find out when we get there.”

“This is absolutely ridiculous. It’s my plane.” He shook his arms again. “Let me out of these.”

“It’s our plane, actually. And no.”

To keep him from complaining more, she leaned forward and kissed him. He opened his mouth, so she swept her tongue in, loving how in control she was. 

His arms pulled again at the ropes, and she grinned. “I’m not letting you loose yet. And I’m not telling you where we’re going. You’re completely at my mercy.” She kissed him again softly. “Might as well get used to the idea.”

Her husband’s jaw was still set, but he didn’t look mad anymore. Feyre knew it would be difficult for a man like him to give up control. That’s why she hadn’t given him a choice. 

Plus, she’d never payed him back for having his friends kidnap her from her bed all those months ago. 

Besides, she was enjoying herself. And if he bulge pressing against her thigh was any indication, so was he. 

So she pressed herself against him and kissed up his neck, stopping to tug on his ear. 

The plane was going faster now, and as they started lifting off into the air, she reached in between them and palmed him through his slacks. 

“Feyre.” His voice was rough with lust, but it still sounded like a warning. 

“Do you want me to stop?” she asked, hand still on him. 

He shook his head immediately. “No, but I want my fucking hands free.”

She made a humming sound, faking consideration. “Not yet.”

Feyre knew the second she united him, she’d be the one on her back, begging him for...

What a wonderful idea. 

She unbuttoned his pants, then slipped her hand inside. “I mean, I’ll stop if you want me to.”

His body was tight, jaw clenched tightly. “Don’t stop.”

Smiling, she kissed him deeply, then pulled her dress up on her thighs. “Give me control, Rhys. You know you want to.”

He was trying to move his hips, but his binds made it impossible. After a few minutes of trying, he gave up and stilled. “Fine.”

Feyre smiled as the leader of the mob, and an undeniable alpha male, finally admitted he was powerless. She kissed him softly, then positioned him against her. 

“Beg me,” she demanded sweetly, holding herself right above him. 

He growled, and she knew there’d be hell to pay when she untied him. But she didn’t exactly care at the moment, because from between clenched teeth, he murmured, “Please.”

She sank down, and both of them groaned. Their lips collided as she started to move, and it was such a rush to have him like this she almost came.

It wasn’t like she’d never been on top before, but it was different for him to be the one begging. Normally, he drove her half insane before claiming her, and it was sugary sweet to finally do the same to him. 

The plane continued to soar as they moved together, faster and faster. 

Rhysand threw his head back against the seat, and she licked the column of his throat, making him groan. “Fuck, baby.”

Bracing her hands on the wall behind them to get better leverage, she kissed him wildly, both of them suddenly desperate. 

She felt release start to build up in her and knew she was close. As her legs started to tremble, she leaned down and murmured in his ear, “Come with me, Rhysand.”

Both of them moaned, and she smiled as she kept moving until both of them were a boneless pile of limbs.

Then she pulled the blindfold off, smiling down at him victoriously. 

“Devious woman,” he murmured, violet eyes full of amusement, even though he was still tied up. “I had a whole romantic evening planned, and you go and kidnap me.”

“My plan was better.”

She could tell that if his hands were free, he’d be shrugging. “Maybe so. Will you untie me now? Please?”

Feyre grinned at that word, then reached to grab the knife Cassian had given her for her birthday. “Um, don’t move.”

“Oh, God.” Her husband looked nervously at the knife, then pressed his eyes shut. 

Careful not to cut him, she cut his his hands free, then leaned down to do the same for ankles. After turning his wrists a few times, his hands settled on her hips. “Where are we going?”

Now that he was free, she knew he’d get the information out of her one way or another, so she gave in. “Paris.”

He nodded, leaning back to study her face. “How long have you been planning this?”

“Three weeks, but I only involved Cassian and Azriel yesterday. Cass can’t keep his fat mouth shut around you for more than twenty-four hours.”

Rhysand laughed, knowing how well it was true. Then he leaned to press a kiss on her neck, just below her jaw. “You know, kidnapping is a felony.”

She was aware, considering she’d graduated from law school three months ago. But she still asked in a playful tone, “Really?”

“You might have to bribe me with some insane arrangement so I don’t report you to the police.” 

That devious twinkle in his eyes made it impossible not to grin back. “Like what?”

He shrugged, hands sliding across her hips to her backside. “A year of marriage might do the trick.”

Even though their marriage had started with such a bargain, it had grown into so much more. So she repeated the exact thing she’d said to him a year ago. “So my options are to go to jail and become a disgrace to my family, or marry a mobster?”

“Pretty much.”

Feyre leaned down to kiss him, murmuring, “I guess you have a deal, then.”

He smiled against her lips. “Happy anniversary, wife.”

“Happy anniversary.”

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