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Made twisted wonderland x Pokémon violet/scarlet pfps

I wanted to elaborate on the seamoon cures.

As mention in the last post i did on this. In the mc/yuus world has a story about the sea and moon's forbidden love. And in their world this story is very popular, and used in every movie,book, show, ect. It's mostly superstition, and only a few believe in the the story. Those who do see it like the zodiac signs. If a person was born during a day the sea was more active their associated with the sea or if the moon was full or eclipsing or anything there associated with the moon and so on.

Anyways, The yuu would like to believe that the moon and sea found a way to see each other and be with each other. The yuu is a helpless romantic, so to their surprise the person who they like so happens to reciprocate their feelings and agree to date. Until they have to go home, mc promises to find a way to visit them when they leave. Unfortunately nothing comes up the mirror can't make a portal back to twisted wonderland for some reason they can't. They tried using their worlds version of magic and rituals and nothing, nothing worked, their partner hasn't contacted them.

Their partner has been trying to contact them but the magic mirror isn't complying, until they figure out that twisted wonderland works under different natural rules and those who brake will be punished. Something yuu didn't know.

Before the yuu left their partner gifted them a magical gift(really anything a flower, gem, trinkets, ect), so the yuu makes the ultimate sacrifice. They use the gift their partner gave them to go to twisted wonderland, and they make it.

Only to wind up frozen in place where ever they found themselves in(the school or the dormitories,ect) when their partner finds out what happened they obviously wants to help them and free them, but are stopped or unable to break the spell. The reason why yuu was cursed the first time was because someone summoned them here, she forced the magic mirror to bring them back and the world's rules and punished for their crime. Who knows mabey someday the curse will lift.

Rook Hunt, our true beloathed<3

Take a happy french man for your day, I've learned he's not that much of a pain to draw, aside from the darn uniform

hugging them for the first time pt5

Pomefiore Dorm & staff (Vil, Rook, Crewel, Trein, Vargas, and sam)

Y/n has been at NRC for a while and she's never hugged anyone (besides grim) until today. Y/n took in a deep breath before walking out the door of the ramshackle dorm with grim on her shoulder.

Rook Hunt: He already knows what's going on and is excited! When he sees y/n walking towards the pomefiore dorm he was singing praises as he ran towards her. Y/n had a feeling rook knew he’s rook he always knows. Anyway when she saw the blond hunter running towards her singing praises she just shook her head, smiled, and held her arms out for the french man, Which he quickly wrapped his arms around her and hugged y/n very tightly while swinging her around.

Vil Schoenheit: Ask before touching! Y/n may be his favorite potato but ask first! Vil was in his room doing his normal afternoon routine when he heard a knock on the door “enter!” vil said as he just finished putting the lotion on his face “Roi du Poison little trickster is here to see you” Rook happily said as he opened the door revealing both rook and y/n “come in my potato! You're just in time to try this new lotion! Rook shut the door on the way out please!” Vil smiled as he patted the seat beside him. Y/n walked over to him and gently sat down beside him. “Ok my potato, what brings you to me today?” vil asked as he rubbed the lotion on y/ns puggy face “Nothing wrong, i just wanted to ask if i could give the fairest of them all a hug?” Y/n asked vil looked at her before smiling and pulling her into a hug “of course potato! Thank you for asking as well” vil said as he patted the back of her head.

Crowely: Hair spay and a lighter I'm making smoked crow sorry Crowley fans, no touching this man in my story. Crowely “come on give me a hug i’ve been so generous” “Mf you overwork me, cut the money, threaten to kick me out of the ramshack if i don't do your job and more!” Crowely sat pouting in a corner. Y/n definitely bribed ruggie to steal the crows credit cards ( my Hogwarts oc everytime crowley upsets her off “AVADA-” was tackled and hugged by the first years.)

Crewel: Father! Y/n saw her father figure she smiled as she quickly walked up beside him “afternoon professor crewel you need some help?” y/n asked crewel looked shocked for a second “sorry pup you startled me, but yes i would greatly appreciate the help” crewel said as y/n opened her arms he gently placed some of the stuff he was holding into her arms “thank you pup!” crewel smiled at y/n as they started walking. As they walked down the hall y/n and crewel was talking about each others days since today was one of the days y/n didn’t have potions. Crewel was proud that she got a 90% on her last history quiz. Soon they got to crewel's classroom and they placed everything on his desk “D- professor crewel earlier you looked very concentrated. Anything else I can help you with?” y/n asked crewel smiled before he shock his head no “no pup thank you though and here for helping me” crewel replied as he handed her a lollipop y/n smiled before hugging him. Crewel froze before hugging her back. They soon let go of each other Y/n waved by before she left. Crewel nodded to himself “i’ve made up my mind” {can you guess where this is going? hehe)

Trien and Lucius: Grandpa! Head pats{he reminds me of my grandpa. Strict and good at history} Trien was walking out of his classroom with Lucuis when he saw y/n walking down the empty school hall “hello professor Trien, Hello Lucius!” y/n waved at them “y/n meow what are you doing roaming the halls at this hour school ended thirty minutes ago” Trien asked as he watched y/n pet lucius making the grumpy cat purr “i was helping Professor crewel take stuff to his classroom” y/n replied Trien nodded. Y/n went to his side before hugging him he just hmmed before gently patting her on the head. “Now run along” Trien said y/n nodded and quickly walked off. Trien had a small smile on his lips.

Vargas: He will pick you/BEAR HUG! Vargas was putting up some of the left over brooms from flight class. “Here” a small voice said Vargas turned to see y/n holding the rest of the brooms “Thanks! I’m glad you're here. I wanted to let you know you’re really good at flying, i’m proud!” Vargas said as he took the brooms from her and locked him up in their place. Vargas turns around and bear hugs y/n, y/n just laughed and tries to hug him the best she could.

Sam: Big brother. Sam knew y/n was on her way to see him, his friends on the other side told him. Soon he heard the door open “Hello my Little imp! What can i do for you today?” sam asked as he walked up to y/n “i need something but you don’t sell it” y/n started sam hmmed “hmm what would that be? Since your my favorite imp i can get it in a snap!” sam smiled bowing alittle bit “A hug from you” y/n said quickly Sam straighten back up and looked at her for a second “you wanna hug from me?” sam asked y/n nodded “only if you’re ok with it” she replied sam just smiled “Come here little imp!” he said opening his arms y/n gladly hugged him and she could feel someone hugging her back she looked the best she could and saw sams shadow on the wall hugging her.

STAYING IN TWISTED WONDERLAND

Y/n signed as she paced around her living room, stressing about the meeting with all of her friends this afternoon. {flashback to monday} Crowley had finally gotten off his lazy butt and found her a way home, “I'll give you until next monday to decide, and to say goodbye” Crowley said as he waved y/n out of his office. As y/n stood outside his door, her mind was racing so many thoughts ran through her head, she had just been adopted by crewel only a few days ago and she hadn't told anyone yet. Y/n slowly walked to her fathers classroom, even though it's her choice and she has her heart set on one answer she would still like her fathers opinion. After a few minutes y/n had found herself infront of her fathers classroom door, before slowly reaching up to knock on the door. “Enter” her fathers voice said behind the classroom door, which she slowly opened the door and stepped in before shutting the door behind her silently “ah hello pup! I was going to track you down after I got done grading these tests, I want to take you shopping!” Crewel said with a smile as he looked up from the paper he was grading, y/n pulled up a chair “papa i need to talk to you about a conversation Crowley and I just had” y/n said as she sat down “ Do i need to get violent with a crow?” crewel asked putting his pen down, y/n laughed slightly before shaking her head “not today papa” y/n replied Crewel turned his chair to face his daughter he gently took her hands in his “what’s wrong pup?” Crewel asked his voice filled with concern y/n took a deep breath before speaking “Crowley found a way for me to go back to my world, he’s giving me until next monday to decide” Y/n felt Crewel freeze up she looked up at her father to see his gray eyes wide and started to fill up with tears. Crewel lowered his head “the choice is yours i’ll be happy for you no matter what.” Crewel spoke with a shaky voice. “Dad I have a week to decide I'm not going to tell my friends until Sunday but-” y/n started before leaning and whispering into crewel's ear. Crewel gasped tears falling from his eyes before hugging her tightly. {end of flashback}

The week went by like normal y/n went to unbirthday partys, Spelldrive tournaments, helping out at the Mostro Lounge, helping jamil prepare for parties kalim threw, suffering with epel as Vil rants as rook chuckles behind them, gaming with Idia,Ortho and Lilia, Pranking sebek with ace and grim, falling asleep beside silver under a random tree, and late night walks with malleus. Sunday had finally came around faster than y/n was ready for but today was the day so y/n had gone around to all of her friends telling them to come by the ramshack tonight at 5pm, telling them it was very important and EVERYONE needed to be there.

Grim yelling y/ns name had brought her out of her thoughts “y/n! Henchmen someone at the door!” grim yelled y/n quickly went to the door and opened it seeing everyone heck even Idia was here in person “Yall came!” y/n smiled as she opened the door wider as she stepped aside welcoming everyone in “of course shrimpy!” Floyd said as he picked her up and brought her in for a tight hug y/n laughed as floyd carried her to the living room as everyone else followed in close pursuit. Soon everyone was seated in the living room looking at y/n who was standing in the middle of the room “so child of man I’m happy to be included, but why have you called us here all of a sudden?” Malleus asked y/n sighed “ok i have something important to tell all of you but i need you all to promise to stay quiet until i am done ok?” y/n said looking at all her friends Everyone nodded agreeing with her terms y/n took a deep breath before looking at all her friends before starting to speak “so on monday crowley called me into his office and he had told me he had found a way for me to go home and he gave me until monday aka tomorrow to make my decision” everyone froze and stared at y/n with wide eyes “I didn’t want to stress anyone out so i didn’t tell anyone about it, i wanted this week to be normal.” y/n had sat down beside a tearful grim “and i wanted you all here to hear what i had decided” y/n said looking at her friends everyone was looking down ready to be heartbroken “I’m staying here” y/n said with a smile “WAIT WHAT?!” Everyone yelled y/n laughed “Professor Crewel and I had this conversation on Monday grim and I will be living with him because he had adopted me last friday.” y/n said hugging grim “i already wanted to stay here i guess i just needed more of a secret push from you all” y/n said ace got up and walked over to her “You jerk! You worried everyone!” ace growled as he punched y/n in the arm y/n just laughed. Everyone was happy y/n was staying, everyone took turns hugging y/n. She was staying in twisted wonderland because of them.

There's an event in my school rn, and some upperclassmen of mine are supposed to showcase their art. And I found this masterpiece. Unfortunately, Idk who made this, so I can't talk to them :,)

Heres some v2 versions if y’all want! I still couldn’t get snek dorm to show up 😔. Like or reblog if you’re gonna use!

I finally got some free time so have some twst wallpaper edits! Like or reblog if you’re gonna use. (@yandere-romanticaa here they are thanks for giving me the boost 😅)

To scarabia stans, I’m sorry I couldn’t make one of our snake dorm. I couldn’t get the file of the logo to show up on my editing app so I had to skip it 👉👈😔

!Logos and twst belong to Disney,edits are mine!

Twisted Sofia The First

Pomefiore: Epel the First

Hi!!!!! 👀😂😂😂

Yes this is exactly how it’ll play out in the show 😂👏👏👏

*Falls inside with chaotic finesse and pushes back hair as if nothing happened*

Ok keep in mind this is all just based on personal opinion and perception🤣. I’m also basing this off of

A.) The Dorm’s values/ what trait they were built upon.

B) What Trait/Value the character displays/values the most

And C) The overall vibe they kinda give me. 😅

Lucifer: Heartslabyul/Diasomnia

> The power and order this man holds is just immaculate and he can finesse his way to either of these dorms

Mammon: Scarabia/Octavinelle

>The values these two dorms hold can fit Mammon bb.

Leviathan: Ignihyde/Octavinelle

> Before ya’ll attack me for being biased, here me out. Ignihyde was founded on the diligence of the king of the underworld. Levi is the most diligent person I know in the cast ranging from his anime to his games to his passion. He puts top tier effort into all of these without anyone else telling him to. The second was is based off of his vibe ok.

Satan: Diasomnia/Scarabia

>Power and mind, need I say more?

Asmodeus: Pomefiore/Ignihyde

> the first one is self explanatory, the second one is about dem ✨diligence✨

Beel: Savanaclaw

> “Rras what’s the second option-“ no there is no second option I can’t tell you how much savanaclaw energy I can feel radiating from this man.

Belphie: Scarabia/Pomefiore

>Ok ok head me out, Pomefiore is built on the unrelenting efforts of the beautiful queen, guess who put so much effort into killing Mc? Case closed.

Diavolo: Diasomnia/Octavinelle

>first one is obvious but the second one well. Dia is one of the most benevolent man I’ve ever came across ok.

Barbatos: Octavinelle/Pomefiore

>Ok ok stop stop, think of the values and traits tho.

Solomon: Pomefiore/Diasomnia

>Again, unrelenting efforts and powers

Simeon: Heartslabyul/Ignihyde

>Rule abider (for most of the time) and diligent by having to take care of Luke.

Luke: Savanaclaw/Heartslabyul

>Is the first one because is the chihuahua joke? Trust me no. He’s pretty tenacious in my eye. The second one is ehhh well kinda obvious.

Hope this helped Ozera-senpai!

I don't know how familiar you are with Twisted Wonderland, but if you're up to it, what dorms do you think the Obey Me! cast would be sorted into if they were students at Night Raven College and why?

Hello! I’m sorry, but I don’t know anything about twisted wonderland other than I think the creator of Black Butler also wrote and designed the outfits for it? I’m sorry I can’t be of any help.

@rrasado do you have any thoughts on which houses the OM! characters would be in?

• Red, White, & Black •

Another personal project because I've fallen back into the hole of Vocaloid TwT. This song fic is based off of Genealogy of Red, White and Black but with a few twists!

Summary ➽ NRC hosts a school based play for the amusement of students and staff alike. You're tasked to act out a peculiar tale with Pomefiore's Dorm Leader and Vice Dorm Leader. However it seems the audience are in for a bloody ride.

Other notes ➽ (Not necessarily an X Reader but it can be taken as such!) The song implies a feminine protagonist but reader is kept ambiguous/Gender neutral

Word Count ➽ 4.8k words (without the pasted lyrics of the song)

Trigger Warnings ➽ Depictions of Killing/Genocide, Blood and bruises, unnatural hanging, Implications of Necrophilia (nothing explicitly graphic, not smut at all). Keep in mind they're only acting a partially dark story.

La tua bellezza è un crimine

Compensa per il crimine in forma chiamò la morte….

The ivory pamphlet in your hand had likely passed between many others before you, as suggested by the faint thumb smears on the margins. But that wasn't what caught your attention- rather the embellished print of text dead center. The day started as odd thanks to the idle whispers that circulated the corridors; this wasn’t too new but you noticed the increase in attention whenever a Pomefiore student passed by. You could’ve sworn you heard something along the lines of “Stage fright” not too long ago— then your curiosity was met with the presence of the self-proclaimed love hunter. 

“ —And that’s when a giddy writer from our dorm proposed his ‘Royal of Snow’ story as a playwright to Roi Du Poisson~! Come to think of it…”

There was little to no space between you and Rook’s face when he took a sharp step forward, studying your expression like a specimen meant to be unraveled.

“Trickster, don’t you need a bit of extra credit?”

That’s how you winded up with the lead role, you had little to no say in the matter; not because Rook forced you (maybe that was the second reason) but because you knew deep down that he was correct, and seeing as you had nothing to lose you reluctantly agreed to participate. Ok perhaps that was a white lie you only had your dignity and pride on the line but the more you read the story and by extension the script— it dawned on you why Vil seemed comfortable in letting you have the role. 

That accidental meeting became a daily meet-up with the Pomefiore heads, days turned to weeks and weeks turned to a few months. Eventually came the day you all stood behind a grand crimson curtain, you couldn’t help but fidget with the fabric of your attire. Shaking your head to snap out of trance a sharp inhale was taken.

The curtains rose and now it's up to you.

“I want a child white as snow that's fallingred as the blood we bleed and black as ebony”Such were the words the woman said in prayerSoon, she would hold the girl the heavens gave her

In the far lands where both spring and summer can cascade down the prosperous kingdom, was a regal king who had an only son. This king cherished his child deeply and as such he can’t help but worry over how the boy would fare should the day come that the heavens whisk him away. On a humble summer afternoon, he asked his son what partner he’d like to have in life. His son was a blunt yet simple boy so one can only picture the king’s reaction when the crown prince delightfully answered;

“Someone as fair as me! Gentle like snowdrops, sweet as the red apples we snack on, and a will as stern as ebony!”

The criteria left the king restless for a few nights. How was he supposed to satisfy the young heir? Day in and out he skimmed through the identities of every royal he knew, for months his search felt fruitless… until he caught wind of a young heir, your brilliance reached this warm kingdom and in turn, brought you a meeting with its solemn king. The golden-haired prince had no qualms in welcoming your presence;  your radiance was unique in a way that the prince thought was ethereal. You weren’t human in his amethyst gaze.

“I raise a toast to the engagement between The Golden Heir and The Royal of Snow!”

Now, many years have passed since that fated day

But it would seem that things are going astray Here, where the light can't reach the shadows under

“Evil” was taking root and growing stronger

Those echoes of champagne glasses clinking sounded a decade ago, it’s been so long and the blooming hope in your chest had long softened— radiance only growing more by the days. Ever since your engagement to this warm prince you moved within the lush kingdom in order to get a better understanding of your supposed soon-to-be land. Your presence was revered by his people and he used to find comfort in it, but if one were to turn their gaze away from the Royal of Snow, you’d see a growing rust on the Golden Heir’s expression. The recent years pricked intrusive thoughts into his heart, an impending fear that despite being this kingdom’s future king, you’d have more influence than him. Whether it was influence on jurisdiction or the masses’ admiration, it left a bittersweet aftertaste on his tongue every time you’d give a kiss of affection to your fiance.

He was a good actor, even when the taste of love grew acetous, he never failed to keep his image in the public eye; fully aware of what may ensue should he act against their long inscribed relationship. Perhaps this was why it took him a few years to act on his authority, but what can the hunter do when the future king threatens to hold his family against him? The poor man couldn’t risk it, especially not with a task as easy as delivering your unconscious body into the Ash Grey Woods.

Aah…. And the hand that reached out, seeking aid 

-- It was quickly brushed away

Searching for what all the hurt and confusion couldn't explain

-- Clouded in disdain!

Aah, and with every minute ripening

-- Poison seeping deeper into me

Unhappy jealousy, enmity, ever sharpening...

--Love slowly changes to insanity!

His orders were clear cut, agenda untouched by the slightest flaw for his foresight entailed a perfect crime. But it seemed your influence on the people is already rooted deeply when he saw your figure descend the grand staircase, for a moment he would have mistaken your visage for that of a ghost out for vengeance, but when your drowsy words snapped him out his train of thought it was then that the Golden Heir realized his dear hunter failed. He’ll deal with the traitor another time—

“Love? Are you alright? You’ve been out of bed a lo-”

Why were you awake? You should’ve been knocked out by now with the dose of medicine he gave you at supper. Surely someone as caring as you didn’t waste his precious gift? It was one question after the other, a spiral of frustration instilled into his gaze turning it redder by the second. A single step forward from you garnered a single step backward from him. Your persistent self didn’t see the change of heart on his face within the moonless halls of the palace. As careful as you were, it didn't ease the seething impulse from the Golden Heir. Your hand reaching to touch his cheek made it worse.

Let go of the hope you hold onto

There’s only my own hateful hue

There is not a trace of so-called love

A sharp sting spread on your left cheek, the physical pain and the scornful gaze your fiance gave you were fighting for responsibility over your aching heart. The shock was enough to warrant panic on your end, it was a bit too sudden and your body was putting out one hypothesis after the other, did you do something wrong? Was this really your fiance of ten years who gave you nothing but warm love?

“Love, wh-” “Pathetic… and yet people put you on a higher pedestal than I.”

The confusion went after your head, rendering both mind and heart uneasy whilst your figure stumbled backward out of caution. Not exactly hopeful in receiving even more unexplainable pain from the very man you were to bind in marital union a few months from now. There was a hopeful part in your heart begging for assurance, this was surely an act! Perhaps he was drunk? The more it begged the more it sought a reason behind the Golden Heir’s glare. It was void of any love you came to know from him, the otherwise affectionate fiance you learned to love over the years. It wasn’t as if you fell at first sight, in fact, you were against moving so suddenly from your cooler climate to this foreign kingdom and that’s merely on top of the pressure you received from your sweet mother and father. They saw the proposal from this  kingdom’s king as an opportunity to prosper your native land by uniting with the lush kingdom. In the past decade you both saw each other’s highs and lows— looking back were you truly foolish for thinking you finally understood him? You weren’t aiming to be his pillar of support nor vice versa you wanted to be enough to stand as equals with the ever-warm heir. This innocent desire was precisely why you worked harder than demanded by the court, you wanted to share the burden with him in childish hope that he’d share yours as well, in recent years this was the fantasy you thought you were living in.

I take the string that connects us in red With a cruel smile,

I cut away the thread

Your “beauty” is but a crime in this world 

So repent! Her own fate will incarcerate the girl

What started as a string of inaudible curses became a heated confession laced with resentment. That string of displeasure tripped you from your usual brilliance, mind still in a stasis of desperation for an answer. The red string of love you thought you two finally tied on your fingers became a rope that suffocated you from the inside out. It didn’t help how tired you already were from the late hour. You weren’t usually this weak, was it something you consumed earlier? There didn’t seem to be anything wrong with your dinner earlier—

“You’d think as the foreign heir to the throne you’d be second to everyone’s thoughts over the royal family… Tsk- reduced to being the Royal of Snow’s fortunate husband. Tell me, since when did you start bewitching the masses to your whim?”

You handled diplomatic exchange as eloquently as possible, taking on the Golden Heir’s tasks to not exhaust his spirit just before he steps onto that regal throne. You worked rigorously to keep your reputation stable and reliable, enough to maintain authority without relying solely on being his fiance or as this kingdom’s future ruler. You didn’t want to be a burden, a disappointment. But this confrontation easily demolished your now ruined perception.

 “Tell me…were you hoping to gain authority over a kingdom bigger than your measly land?”

Everything hurt it didn’t matter whether it was the red mark on your soft skin or the words that sent a stinging surge in your heart, that’s what he thought of your unrelenting effort? A ploy for power over his promised kingdom? He didn’t see you as an ally, far from it, you were a rival, and truth be told you can’t help but take the blame. This misunderstanding was your fault and it was difficult talking to a mind who didn’t seek your truth, it demanded an answer that fits its twisted narrative. It wasn’t as if you could speak anyways… your throat was hoarse and the best you could let out was choked denial.

I bear the blame of unjustified claims

As I burn in the fire that’s fueled by hate

The color that's dripping from my chest

Is the color you gave to me that day bestowed in red

Right, your voice was not of use as of now, but your body urged you to move and as such your single step backward became your sprint’s start. Clad in nothing but a dress shirt and loose scarlet bottoms it didn’t bother you when you shakily grabbed for one of the maid’s old cloak. You knew what he was capable of and your mind told you to head for your parents, rushing to the stables for your trusted steed; a white stallion reacted to your sudden presence albeit confused about your invitation for a ride. With silent beckoning, you two began setting off for the northern planes. Having to pass through the cold woods irked your confidence but nevertheless, onwards you went. You weren’t exactly sure which offered more relief, the haunting scene before you or the confinements of that palace you fled from? The way his actions became a crimson distrust still burned in your memory.

Lost in thought even among the thick fog— neither you nor your steed noticed the steep formation, and one misfortune after the other you crashed at the bottom landform, trusted horse agitated and fleeing despite your cries for the white stallion to come back. The scowl on your face became a melancholic withdrawal, opting to get your bearings first before attempting to find your horse. Dusting off the dirt from your thighs a sudden snap in the dead air caught your attention, head shot towards the direction of the precise noise. The hopeful part of you thought it was your steed having a change of heart but the farther you squinted the more you could make out the faint silhouette of a man. As if the fog finally showed mercy it slowly began to disperse, it was here that the forest-eyed man relished  in your moonlit expression.

“How…fortunate for us to cross paths, ma fleur de glace…”

Skin, oh so pale, like the snow in winter

Lips, bloody red, it makes me want to kiss her

Beauty so stunning I could not behold it

One look at her had pierced me like a bullet

You never tore your gaze away even if you desperately wanted to, it was odd actually. He seemed familiar yet you couldn’t pinpoint from where. The man’s breathing was as clear as day despite the late hour, ragged yet consistent in its own right. A hoarse chuckle spilled from the male’s chapped lips, taking another step towards you with a giddy glint in his gaze.

“Fate is smiling down on us ma fleur de glace… It was bound to happen after so much misfortune~”

You can’t help but shudder yet you still did your best in standing your ground, utilizing whatever experience you had over the years staying at the palace. Eccentric guests weren’t unheard of yet your mind had finally clicked just where you know this pale blonde man. Or should you say, prince… What did he even mean by misfortune? Don’t tell me word of your quarrel with the Golden Heir had already spread? You thought.

“Your highness!... of the south western Hinterlands? I’m astonished to find you in a place like this…” Keep calm, keep calm. It was easier said than done seeing how intense his gaze was over your figure, had you been none the wiser you would’ve lost eye contact the moment he called you by whatever endearing nickname he addressed you with. You disliked your situation if you were being completely honest, a far cry from the forest-eyed prince’s glee. The way he removed his gloves sent a bad feeling in your chest, he reached out his right in a slow innocent manner, yet the way he did so entailed a more cynical ploy; not wanting to be rude to the only other human being within a hundred-mile radius you gulped and gently reached to accept his “friendly handshake”. You wanted it to be swift and over but his hold on your hand only tightened the moment you tried pulling away, not once did he remove his observant eye away from your reluctant expression.

After I ran away into the forest

I came upon a single man in the midst

The look inside his eyes was kind of creepy….

All I could see from him was “lust” to take me

At this point in time that bad feeling turned into a sharp surge of uneasiness, borderline fear and anxiety dwindled into one disgusting ache of your heart. The slow irregular rise and fall of your chest didn’t go unseen under the prince’s gaze, in fact, there’s not a single movement of your body that didn’t engrain itself into his mind. You were the widely praised Royal of Snow said to rule with the admirable Golden Heir and all these years he’s always thought how unreachable you’d be to the Hinterland native. Someone as innocently radiant as you held power that was different from other royals, your charms didn’t rely on how you looked either, a sweet and caring personality mixed well with your wise foresight. He’s only ever been able to witness your brilliance from views afar in diplomatic meetings or the tales he’d hear from this young farmer boy who happily sung praises in your regard.

The forest-eyed prince wasn’t a fool, a good predator knew when to go in for prey. For so long you were untouchable to him, a powerful flower that grew against the snow’s cruelty. Every single day he can only imagine what it’d be like to touch those unreal petals that blossomed from your radiance. The way he went quiet irked you in every sense, gulping and voice coming out by bits. “Prince, please let go—”

Aa, have my wishes finally come to life?

-- Then he grabs my hand so tight

If only I could preserve this moment for the rest of time

-- I can’t leave his side!

Aah… Even if you hate me in the end

-- His derision fills my chest with dread

Still, all I want is to take everything ‘til your last breath...

-- Could he be wishing to make love to Death?!

The tight grip he had on your wrist started to hurt two-fold, and the odd smile on his face grew into a crazed grin that finally warned you in red signals; this is beyond the line of respect and formality. A grunt and gasp from your end somehow became amusing to the pale blonde prince. You turned your head away from him in a desperate attempt to call for your steed once again, desperately hoping the white stallion was around the perimeter to sense your distress amidst the light fog but to no avail. Your desperation to escape gave him the perfect exposure to your neck. How unfortunate indeed… But you were struggling so much, he felt offended YET now that the chance presented itself. He’ll do everything to keep this moment forever. 

I take ahold of your warm, slender neck

And my fingers are cold against your pretty flesh

Your “beauty” is but a crime in this world

So allow me to take repenance from the wretched girl!

I bear the blame of unjustified claims

As I’m forced to bring comfort to a man that I hate

The color of searing pain inside is the color you gave to me that day bestowed in white

His bare hand reached for the base of your neck, calloused thumb pressing harder in the exact middle. Despite the evident lust, it was obvious he wasn’t just aiming for you to faint- far from it with how persistent he was in his hold. The Ash Grey Woods echoed with his pleasured cackles; losing the princely facade the moment you began showing signs of fatigue. The longer you struggled the more you saw white— it wasn’t anything like the comforting snow of your home kingdom, it was the pure ivory one would greet when coming into contact with death. You were inhumanely endearing to everyone around you! Are you even human at all? How can an unexplainable figurehead walk among the unfitting and yet manage to walk about the day as if beholding your presence wasn’t a grave sin. No no no you were far better off returning to where you belong, he thought. Among the heavens with the celestial beings who can come remotely close to your pure soul. This principle repeated in his head like some mantra meant to be made real.

The forest-eyed prince found nothing but absolute pleasure in his current act, undeniably going off from your near-dead body. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t dream of this day every night when he’s alone in his palace quarters, to feel your lifeless body under his touch was like an addicting thought that gave him the highest form of euphoria. That’s it- you were stained, a pleasant snow field stained by incoherent colors that came from so many people yet no one bothered helping your unfortunate self; nevertheless he was there to save you! To free you of your misery, to deliver your ethereal self back into the plane far from the living. But his selfless act deserves a reward does it not? No hunter nor hero has their righteous deeds unrewarded, to him he’s saving you the trouble of thinking of a reward. And he wanted nothing more but to unravel you then and there.

Tears had pricked in the corners of your eyes, rolling back to the back of your head the more he deprived you of precious air. You were barely registering your surroundings to the point where you can’t even show protest when he ripped off your tattered cloak exposing your loose attire. Even when you were on your last string of consciousness you could faintly feel his calloused palm on your clothed waist. Beyond that was just a cruel darkness engulfing your shattered hope. It was as if you were sitting in nothing but a void where neither light nor mercy can reach you. The blurry image of your hands reaching for your face played in a mirror like scene. Your tears of frustration shaking your subconscious mind to its fragile core, rendering that mirror in the dark disturbed until it fell over with an ear piercing noise.

The love that I had always craved

--- Wasn’t given, turned away

The hand I thought would keep me safe

--- Led her to a heinous fate

It took no less than a day to have your humble life ripped from your clutches, the broken mirror scattered in your subconscious plane, each pathetic shard playing a detested scene in your life as if moving your fall from grace. It was far beyond the spectrum of unfairness, your fiance’s wish grew colder than winter. You were so tired but you still wanted to look back, where and when did it all go wrong? What has become of your work over the years, all because of an ambitious dream from childhood? All you asked for was mutual love and respect. From him and your parents, how would the northern king and queen react? Knowing their precious child has been reduced to some wasted husk meant to embody what judging eyes deemed the absolute truth.

And that unwarranted freedom, that prince had no right to force it on you yet here you were limp and unable to do anything against his advancements. Had you been more careful could you have avoided him? Had you been less ambitious to improve yourself… could you have avoided his idolization? The Hinterlands were a neighboring kingdom from the lush lands. They were supposed to be allies to the Golden Heir and by extension you his fiance. What hope do you even have in using that excuse now… the man who was supposed to act as support became your second downfall. The rest of those shards displayed other memories in another point of view, some showing your happy thoughts as cruel manifestations. Others depicted the northern King and Queen's disappointment, the rest was simply history taunting to repeat itself if you stayed here in this state.

What they all expect from me

--- repent your sin of beauty

Time and time again it was all because of a beauty they deem you possess, a sweet partner? A filial child? An ethereal figurehead? Your hands closed on your face tighter, not wanting to witness those mirror scenes even for a split second. You’ve had enough revelations for one day and you knee deep down that if you were to take more it won’t be the mirror that’ll be shattering next. Why is it that you should repent for something that stemmed from outside expectation? It’s so cruel, wicked even. It’s always been from them! You did nothing wrong, right? Your intentions have always been for the greater good, why did everything make you feel like it’s your fault? Fine, this repentance was already taken unwillingly, what else should you do?

Barely holding onto life

--- No one thought she would survive…

You weren’t even aware how long it's been, the sky painted itself a daunting gray as opposed to the cerulean skies outside this forest. Your figure slowly but surely limped aimlessly, there was light in the distance amidst the cruel darkness. You had to tilt your head in order to look between your fallen bangs, there was a small cottage-like structure. If you’d had another misfortune here then you didn’t pay mind for what’s one more? 

*knock* *knock*

Sunrise arrived and yet the warmth within the small building suddenly went ablaze, the smoke somehow reaching a certain heir’s eye from the confinements of his palace. Echoes of wood and metal screeching against the ash-fallen dirt littered the smoke-filled woods. The pungent burnt smell rendered the Ash Grey Woods unassailable even for investigation. That was the last instance of misfortune ever since your leave. Had everyone listened to the witches of fortune… they would’ve known it was a warning of an incoming disaster.

I take the string that had bound us in red

Though it’s broken, I hold it closely to my chest

Without the words for the pain in my heart

I will throw it away now, and tear it all apart

Your "corpse" laid cold and bare dead center of the wooden flooring, all the more emphasized by the lone spotlight pure as white as if mocking your character's loss of hope. It was an artificial ambition falling into despair. The audience varied in their reactions, some pitying your character some agreed with the two cruel princes of how naive the royal of snow was. for two seconds you remained, and it only took those two seconds to pull a few ropes behind the valley of backdrops and curtains. The scene instantly changed into a red-borne field with your silhouette now standing up in bitter pride alongside seven other figures. In your hand was what looked to be a forged blade intricately carved with embossed patterns further emphasized by what the audience can only assume as fake blood.

…drip, drip, drop…

To the audience they didn't find those seven faceless shadows as significant as your current state, the Royal of Snow was naïve, yes. But they have never shied

away from life’s cruelties have they? It only took some time before they gave a proper reason for every forced repenting they received. The field was littered with unrecognizable faces and among them was a white haired beastman dragging what looked to be a roped blonde with their eyes blindfolded, “bruises” blooming beautifully along his bare chest and torso as a tattered dress shirt pathetically clung on to his rolled sleeves. One of the faceless figures took their staff to remove the man’s blindfold only to reveal yet another scornful glare from an amethyst gaze.

“Don’t look at me like that, love. It's rather rude of you to glare at your new monarch”

The ruined Golden Heir spat on your boots, growling against the beastman’s clutches as if he was the one who had animalistic blood in him. The more he struggled the more his lavender tipped hair draped over the sides of his face. “You shameless weed- aCK-”

The staff wielding silhouette stepped forward to reveal bright crimson eyes staring him down in fake bloodlust, using the elongated weapon to carefully tip the ruined heir upwards by the chin; forcing him to meet your mocking glare. “Coming from the Golden Heir, it doesn’t have any edge. Hah…”

Your wrapped arm slowly pointed to behind you, revealing the Hinterland Prince’s 'corpse' hanging upside down by the foot, rope tied to a naked oak tree void of any sign of life, whether it's the figure or the large bark structure it didn’t matter to the audience nor to the bonded heir at your feet. “You two were never really close, yes? I see no need in your shock, my dear”

The broken pieces of love that are left

Will turn into a sword that will give me my revenge

To you who have always wished for my end

I swear, I will lead you to an all-consuming death!

He was unable to move, even when you had precisely cut the binding ropes on his wrists and ankles. Since when did you learn to wield a blade? You've usually been withdrawn, keeping your battlefield within the zones of high society. Was that why you easily took over the lands without much suspicion? “I should’ve served you poison that night…”

His seething statement induced a dry chuckle of amusement on your end. “But you didn’t, and that's your mistake. You know I'm quite amused by how easily you two took everything from me…” 

You gestured between him and the upside-down 'corpse' hanging behind you, looking down on the golden-haired man in such a natural manner it made the audience wonder whether you were still acting at this point in time. “Neither of you managed to finish the job, it made your efforts fall in vain… ah, but I’ve always been kind haven't I…?”

You kneeled down on one knee, staring eye to eye with the resentful heir, a mere short distance between your faces. Someone in the audience had to restrain their seatmate from yelling anything inappropriate such as ‘kiss already’ and thankfully they did. The tension you and your co-star formed was enough to be on the silver screen, all these thoughts of praise snapped short when you resumed your scene. “Sins so clear as snow… distaste as crimson as your blood…”

As if to emphasize your point you let a finger catch the dripping blood from the side of his face, manner agonizingly slow as your growing smile. “Casket as stern as ebony”

Your sword-holding hand skillfully dug into his torso, reeling forward before a garnet pool of ‘blood’ began forming on the stage’s floorboard. Your visage turned back to look at the seven figures along with the audience, your expression a far cry from your dreamy wistful gaze in the beginning. The remaining characters who counted as alive kneeled before your figure. Before a happily ever after could be instilled you drew back your arm and hurled it upwards to the rope that held back the front curtains, a sharp cut was heard penetrating the air by extension the wooden pillar of the stage; the lights in the auditorium went dim for a moment before turning on again to reveal the velvet curtains down. Announcing the end of this play.

I’ll take the blame of unjustified claims

As I rise in the fire that’s fueled by hate

What's blooming now in my heart, at last...

Is the color you gave to me that day bestowed in black

The relief that washed over you was shared by your co-stars, a round of enthusiastic chatter sounding in the stage wings finally marked the end of your month-long endeavors. You had to help Rook down from his tied position while Jack carefully untied the knots of the ropes. “Magnifique~! You did a splendid job playing hero and villain Trickster-” “Hunt-senpai get down first please- ah- AH” 

Vil witnessed the disastrous lump of bodies at the base of the prop tree, he can only click his tongue in exasperation still trying to wipe off the fake bruises and blood staining his skin. It’ll take a good week before his skin can return to its top-tier condition but oh well all ended nicely it seems. He looked back to where you were, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't proud of your effort for this rather dark performance. You had potential in the acting industry and the way you portrayed the wronged hero’s revenge? It was Beauté 100 as Rook would put it. Any other critique he had to give can be delivered another time, this was a time for celebrating after all.

The Pomefiore Dorm Leader managed to get rid of most of the makeup, he was about to approach your spot but a unique sound caught his attention; Vil looked left and right but he couldn’t see the source of that echoing  sound, odd since… The SFX team had already unplugged their systems.

...Did he hear leaking?

...

Taglist :: @citirusu @sherbet-shark @luvielle

• Red, White, & Black •

Another personal project because I've fallen back into the hole of Vocaloid TwT. This song fic is based off of Genealogy of Red, White and Black but with a few twists!

Summary ➽ NRC hosts a school based play for the amusement of students and staff alike. You're tasked to act out a peculiar tale with Pomefiore's Dorm Leader and Vice Dorm Leader. However it seems the audience are in for a bloody ride.

Other notes ➽ (Not necessarily an X Reader but it can be taken as such!) The song implies a feminine protagonist but reader is kept ambiguous/Gender neutral

Word Count ➽ 4.8k words (without the pasted lyrics of the song)

Trigger Warnings ➽ Depictions of Killing/Genocide, Blood and bruises, unnatural hanging, Implications of Necrophilia (nothing explicitly graphic, not smut at all). Keep in mind they're only acting a partially dark story.

La tua bellezza è un crimine

Compensa per il crimine in forma chiamò la morte….

The ivory pamphlet in your hand had likely passed between many others before you, as suggested by the faint thumb smears on the margins. But that wasn't what caught your attention- rather the embellished print of text dead center. The day started as odd thanks to the idle whispers that circulated the corridors; this wasn’t too new but you noticed the increase in attention whenever a Pomefiore student passed by. You could’ve sworn you heard something along the lines of “Stage fright” not too long ago— then your curiosity was met with the presence of the self-proclaimed love hunter. 

“ —And that’s when a giddy writer from our dorm proposed his ‘Royal of Snow’ story as a playwright to Roi Du Poisson~! Come to think of it…”

There was little to no space between you and Rook’s face when he took a sharp step forward, studying your expression like a specimen meant to be unraveled.

“Trickster, don’t you need a bit of extra credit?”

That’s how you winded up with the lead role, you had little to no say in the matter; not because Rook forced you (maybe that was the second reason) but because you knew deep down that he was correct, and seeing as you had nothing to lose you reluctantly agreed to participate. Ok perhaps that was a white lie you only had your dignity and pride on the line but the more you read the story and by extension the script— it dawned on you why Vil seemed comfortable in letting you have the role. 

That accidental meeting became a daily meet-up with the Pomefiore heads, days turned to weeks and weeks turned to a few months. Eventually came the day you all stood behind a grand crimson curtain, you couldn’t help but fidget with the fabric of your attire. Shaking your head to snap out of trance a sharp inhale was taken.

The curtains rose and now it's up to you.

“I want a child white as snow that's fallingred as the blood we bleed and black as ebony”Such were the words the woman said in prayerSoon, she would hold the girl the heavens gave her

In the far lands where both spring and summer can cascade down the prosperous kingdom, was a regal king who had an only son. This king cherished his child deeply and as such he can’t help but worry over how the boy would fare should the day come that the heavens whisk him away. On a humble summer afternoon, he asked his son what partner he’d like to have in life. His son was a blunt yet simple boy so one can only picture the king’s reaction when the crown prince delightfully answered;

“Someone as fair as me! Gentle like snowdrops, sweet as the red apples we snack on, and a will as stern as ebony!”

The criteria left the king restless for a few nights. How was he supposed to satisfy the young heir? Day in and out he skimmed through the identities of every royal he knew, for months his search felt fruitless… until he caught wind of a young heir, your brilliance reached this warm kingdom and in turn, brought you a meeting with its solemn king. The golden-haired prince had no qualms in welcoming your presence;  your radiance was unique in a way that the prince thought was ethereal. You weren’t human in his amethyst gaze.

“I raise a toast to the engagement between The Golden Heir and The Royal of Snow!”

Now, many years have passed since that fated day

But it would seem that things are going astray Here, where the light can't reach the shadows under

“Evil” was taking root and growing stronger

Those echoes of champagne glasses clinking sounded a decade ago, it’s been so long and the blooming hope in your chest had long softened— radiance only growing more by the days. Ever since your engagement to this warm prince you moved within the lush kingdom in order to get a better understanding of your supposed soon-to-be land. Your presence was revered by his people and he used to find comfort in it, but if one were to turn their gaze away from the Royal of Snow, you’d see a growing rust on the Golden Heir’s expression. The recent years pricked intrusive thoughts into his heart, an impending fear that despite being this kingdom’s future king, you’d have more influence than him. Whether it was influence on jurisdiction or the masses’ admiration, it left a bittersweet aftertaste on his tongue every time you’d give a kiss of affection to your fiance.

He was a good actor, even when the taste of love grew acetous, he never failed to keep his image in the public eye; fully aware of what may ensue should he act against their long inscribed relationship. Perhaps this was why it took him a few years to act on his authority, but what can the hunter do when the future king threatens to hold his family against him? The poor man couldn’t risk it, especially not with a task as easy as delivering your unconscious body into the Ash Grey Woods.

Aah…. And the hand that reached out, seeking aid 

-- It was quickly brushed away

Searching for what all the hurt and confusion couldn't explain

-- Clouded in disdain!

Aah, and with every minute ripening

-- Poison seeping deeper into me

Unhappy jealousy, enmity, ever sharpening...

--Love slowly changes to insanity!

His orders were clear cut, agenda untouched by the slightest flaw for his foresight entailed a perfect crime. But it seemed your influence on the people is already rooted deeply when he saw your figure descend the grand staircase, for a moment he would have mistaken your visage for that of a ghost out for vengeance, but when your drowsy words snapped him out his train of thought it was then that the Golden Heir realized his dear hunter failed. He’ll deal with the traitor another time—

“Love? Are you alright? You’ve been out of bed a lo-”

Why were you awake? You should’ve been knocked out by now with the dose of medicine he gave you at supper. Surely someone as caring as you didn’t waste his precious gift? It was one question after the other, a spiral of frustration instilled into his gaze turning it redder by the second. A single step forward from you garnered a single step backward from him. Your persistent self didn’t see the change of heart on his face within the moonless halls of the palace. As careful as you were, it didn't ease the seething impulse from the Golden Heir. Your hand reaching to touch his cheek made it worse.

Let go of the hope you hold onto

There’s only my own hateful hue

There is not a trace of so-called love

A sharp sting spread on your left cheek, the physical pain and the scornful gaze your fiance gave you were fighting for responsibility over your aching heart. The shock was enough to warrant panic on your end, it was a bit too sudden and your body was putting out one hypothesis after the other, did you do something wrong? Was this really your fiance of ten years who gave you nothing but warm love?

“Love, wh-” “Pathetic… and yet people put you on a higher pedestal than I.”

The confusion went after your head, rendering both mind and heart uneasy whilst your figure stumbled backward out of caution. Not exactly hopeful in receiving even more unexplainable pain from the very man you were to bind in marital union a few months from now. There was a hopeful part in your heart begging for assurance, this was surely an act! Perhaps he was drunk? The more it begged the more it sought a reason behind the Golden Heir’s glare. It was void of any love you came to know from him, the otherwise affectionate fiance you learned to love over the years. It wasn’t as if you fell at first sight, in fact, you were against moving so suddenly from your cooler climate to this foreign kingdom and that’s merely on top of the pressure you received from your sweet mother and father. They saw the proposal from this  kingdom’s king as an opportunity to prosper your native land by uniting with the lush kingdom. In the past decade you both saw each other’s highs and lows— looking back were you truly foolish for thinking you finally understood him? You weren’t aiming to be his pillar of support nor vice versa you wanted to be enough to stand as equals with the ever-warm heir. This innocent desire was precisely why you worked harder than demanded by the court, you wanted to share the burden with him in childish hope that he’d share yours as well, in recent years this was the fantasy you thought you were living in.

I take the string that connects us in red With a cruel smile,

I cut away the thread

Your “beauty” is but a crime in this world 

So repent! Her own fate will incarcerate the girl

What started as a string of inaudible curses became a heated confession laced with resentment. That string of displeasure tripped you from your usual brilliance, mind still in a stasis of desperation for an answer. The red string of love you thought you two finally tied on your fingers became a rope that suffocated you from the inside out. It didn’t help how tired you already were from the late hour. You weren’t usually this weak, was it something you consumed earlier? There didn’t seem to be anything wrong with your dinner earlier—

“You’d think as the foreign heir to the throne you’d be second to everyone’s thoughts over the royal family… Tsk- reduced to being the Royal of Snow’s fortunate husband. Tell me, since when did you start bewitching the masses to your whim?”

You handled diplomatic exchange as eloquently as possible, taking on the Golden Heir’s tasks to not exhaust his spirit just before he steps onto that regal throne. You worked rigorously to keep your reputation stable and reliable, enough to maintain authority without relying solely on being his fiance or as this kingdom’s future ruler. You didn’t want to be a burden, a disappointment. But this confrontation easily demolished your now ruined perception.

 “Tell me…were you hoping to gain authority over a kingdom bigger than your measly land?”

Everything hurt it didn’t matter whether it was the red mark on your soft skin or the words that sent a stinging surge in your heart, that’s what he thought of your unrelenting effort? A ploy for power over his promised kingdom? He didn’t see you as an ally, far from it, you were a rival, and truth be told you can’t help but take the blame. This misunderstanding was your fault and it was difficult talking to a mind who didn’t seek your truth, it demanded an answer that fits its twisted narrative. It wasn’t as if you could speak anyways… your throat was hoarse and the best you could let out was choked denial.

I bear the blame of unjustified claims

As I burn in the fire that’s fueled by hate

The color that's dripping from my chest

Is the color you gave to me that day bestowed in red

Right, your voice was not of use as of now, but your body urged you to move and as such your single step backward became your sprint’s start. Clad in nothing but a dress shirt and loose scarlet bottoms it didn’t bother you when you shakily grabbed for one of the maid’s old cloak. You knew what he was capable of and your mind told you to head for your parents, rushing to the stables for your trusted steed; a white stallion reacted to your sudden presence albeit confused about your invitation for a ride. With silent beckoning, you two began setting off for the northern planes. Having to pass through the cold woods irked your confidence but nevertheless, onwards you went. You weren’t exactly sure which offered more relief, the haunting scene before you or the confinements of that palace you fled from? The way his actions became a crimson distrust still burned in your memory.

Lost in thought even among the thick fog— neither you nor your steed noticed the steep formation, and one misfortune after the other you crashed at the bottom landform, trusted horse agitated and fleeing despite your cries for the white stallion to come back. The scowl on your face became a melancholic withdrawal, opting to get your bearings first before attempting to find your horse. Dusting off the dirt from your thighs a sudden snap in the dead air caught your attention, head shot towards the direction of the precise noise. The hopeful part of you thought it was your steed having a change of heart but the farther you squinted the more you could make out the faint silhouette of a man. As if the fog finally showed mercy it slowly began to disperse, it was here that the forest-eyed man relished  in your moonlit expression.

“How…fortunate for us to cross paths, ma fleur de glace…”

Skin, oh so pale, like the snow in winter

Lips, bloody red, it makes me want to kiss her

Beauty so stunning I could not behold it

One look at her had pierced me like a bullet

You never tore your gaze away even if you desperately wanted to, it was odd actually. He seemed familiar yet you couldn’t pinpoint from where. The man’s breathing was as clear as day despite the late hour, ragged yet consistent in its own right. A hoarse chuckle spilled from the male’s chapped lips, taking another step towards you with a giddy glint in his gaze.

“Fate is smiling down on us ma fleur de glace… It was bound to happen after so much misfortune~”

You can’t help but shudder yet you still did your best in standing your ground, utilizing whatever experience you had over the years staying at the palace. Eccentric guests weren’t unheard of yet your mind had finally clicked just where you know this pale blonde man. Or should you say, prince… What did he even mean by misfortune? Don’t tell me word of your quarrel with the Golden Heir had already spread? You thought.

“Your highness!... of the south western Hinterlands? I’m astonished to find you in a place like this…” Keep calm, keep calm. It was easier said than done seeing how intense his gaze was over your figure, had you been none the wiser you would’ve lost eye contact the moment he called you by whatever endearing nickname he addressed you with. You disliked your situation if you were being completely honest, a far cry from the forest-eyed prince’s glee. The way he removed his gloves sent a bad feeling in your chest, he reached out his right in a slow innocent manner, yet the way he did so entailed a more cynical ploy; not wanting to be rude to the only other human being within a hundred-mile radius you gulped and gently reached to accept his “friendly handshake”. You wanted it to be swift and over but his hold on your hand only tightened the moment you tried pulling away, not once did he remove his observant eye away from your reluctant expression.

After I ran away into the forest

I came upon a single man in the midst

The look inside his eyes was kind of creepy….

All I could see from him was “lust” to take me

At this point in time that bad feeling turned into a sharp surge of uneasiness, borderline fear and anxiety dwindled into one disgusting ache of your heart. The slow irregular rise and fall of your chest didn’t go unseen under the prince’s gaze, in fact, there’s not a single movement of your body that didn’t engrain itself into his mind. You were the widely praised Royal of Snow said to rule with the admirable Golden Heir and all these years he’s always thought how unreachable you’d be to the Hinterland native. Someone as innocently radiant as you held power that was different from other royals, your charms didn’t rely on how you looked either, a sweet and caring personality mixed well with your wise foresight. He’s only ever been able to witness your brilliance from views afar in diplomatic meetings or the tales he’d hear from this young farmer boy who happily sung praises in your regard.

The forest-eyed prince wasn’t a fool, a good predator knew when to go in for prey. For so long you were untouchable to him, a powerful flower that grew against the snow’s cruelty. Every single day he can only imagine what it’d be like to touch those unreal petals that blossomed from your radiance. The way he went quiet irked you in every sense, gulping and voice coming out by bits. “Prince, please let go—”

Aa, have my wishes finally come to life?

-- Then he grabs my hand so tight

If only I could preserve this moment for the rest of time

-- I can’t leave his side!

Aah… Even if you hate me in the end

-- His derision fills my chest with dread

Still, all I want is to take everything ‘til your last breath...

-- Could he be wishing to make love to Death?!

The tight grip he had on your wrist started to hurt two-fold, and the odd smile on his face grew into a crazed grin that finally warned you in red signals; this is beyond the line of respect and formality. A grunt and gasp from your end somehow became amusing to the pale blonde prince. You turned your head away from him in a desperate attempt to call for your steed once again, desperately hoping the white stallion was around the perimeter to sense your distress amidst the light fog but to no avail. Your desperation to escape gave him the perfect exposure to your neck. How unfortunate indeed… But you were struggling so much, he felt offended YET now that the chance presented itself. He’ll do everything to keep this moment forever. 

I take ahold of your warm, slender neck

And my fingers are cold against your pretty flesh

Your “beauty” is but a crime in this world

So allow me to take repenance from the wretched girl!

I bear the blame of unjustified claims

As I’m forced to bring comfort to a man that I hate

The color of searing pain inside is the color you gave to me that day bestowed in white

His bare hand reached for the base of your neck, calloused thumb pressing harder in the exact middle. Despite the evident lust, it was obvious he wasn’t just aiming for you to faint- far from it with how persistent he was in his hold. The Ash Grey Woods echoed with his pleasured cackles; losing the princely facade the moment you began showing signs of fatigue. The longer you struggled the more you saw white— it wasn’t anything like the comforting snow of your home kingdom, it was the pure ivory one would greet when coming into contact with death. You were inhumanely endearing to everyone around you! Are you even human at all? How can an unexplainable figurehead walk among the unfitting and yet manage to walk about the day as if beholding your presence wasn’t a grave sin. No no no you were far better off returning to where you belong, he thought. Among the heavens with the celestial beings who can come remotely close to your pure soul. This principle repeated in his head like some mantra meant to be made real.

The forest-eyed prince found nothing but absolute pleasure in his current act, undeniably going off from your near-dead body. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t dream of this day every night when he’s alone in his palace quarters, to feel your lifeless body under his touch was like an addicting thought that gave him the highest form of euphoria. That’s it- you were stained, a pleasant snow field stained by incoherent colors that came from so many people yet no one bothered helping your unfortunate self; nevertheless he was there to save you! To free you of your misery, to deliver your ethereal self back into the plane far from the living. But his selfless act deserves a reward does it not? No hunter nor hero has their righteous deeds unrewarded, to him he’s saving you the trouble of thinking of a reward. And he wanted nothing more but to unravel you then and there.

Tears had pricked in the corners of your eyes, rolling back to the back of your head the more he deprived you of precious air. You were barely registering your surroundings to the point where you can’t even show protest when he ripped off your tattered cloak exposing your loose attire. Even when you were on your last string of consciousness you could faintly feel his calloused palm on your clothed waist. Beyond that was just a cruel darkness engulfing your shattered hope. It was as if you were sitting in nothing but a void where neither light nor mercy can reach you. The blurry image of your hands reaching for your face played in a mirror like scene. Your tears of frustration shaking your subconscious mind to its fragile core, rendering that mirror in the dark disturbed until it fell over with an ear piercing noise.

The love that I had always craved

--- Wasn’t given, turned away

The hand I thought would keep me safe

--- Led her to a heinous fate

It took no less than a day to have your humble life ripped from your clutches, the broken mirror scattered in your subconscious plane, each pathetic shard playing a detested scene in your life as if moving your fall from grace. It was far beyond the spectrum of unfairness, your fiance’s wish grew colder than winter. You were so tired but you still wanted to look back, where and when did it all go wrong? What has become of your work over the years, all because of an ambitious dream from childhood? All you asked for was mutual love and respect. From him and your parents, how would the northern king and queen react? Knowing their precious child has been reduced to some wasted husk meant to embody what judging eyes deemed the absolute truth.

And that unwarranted freedom, that prince had no right to force it on you yet here you were limp and unable to do anything against his advancements. Had you been more careful could you have avoided him? Had you been less ambitious to improve yourself… could you have avoided his idolization? The Hinterlands were a neighboring kingdom from the lush lands. They were supposed to be allies to the Golden Heir and by extension you his fiance. What hope do you even have in using that excuse now… the man who was supposed to act as support became your second downfall. The rest of those shards displayed other memories in another point of view, some showing your happy thoughts as cruel manifestations. Others depicted the northern King and Queen's disappointment, the rest was simply history taunting to repeat itself if you stayed here in this state.

What they all expect from me

--- repent your sin of beauty

Time and time again it was all because of a beauty they deem you possess, a sweet partner? A filial child? An ethereal figurehead? Your hands closed on your face tighter, not wanting to witness those mirror scenes even for a split second. You’ve had enough revelations for one day and you knee deep down that if you were to take more it won’t be the mirror that’ll be shattering next. Why is it that you should repent for something that stemmed from outside expectation? It’s so cruel, wicked even. It’s always been from them! You did nothing wrong, right? Your intentions have always been for the greater good, why did everything make you feel like it’s your fault? Fine, this repentance was already taken unwillingly, what else should you do?

Barely holding onto life

--- No one thought she would survive…

You weren’t even aware how long it's been, the sky painted itself a daunting gray as opposed to the cerulean skies outside this forest. Your figure slowly but surely limped aimlessly, there was light in the distance amidst the cruel darkness. You had to tilt your head in order to look between your fallen bangs, there was a small cottage-like structure. If you’d had another misfortune here then you didn’t pay mind for what’s one more? 

*knock* *knock*

Sunrise arrived and yet the warmth within the small building suddenly went ablaze, the smoke somehow reaching a certain heir’s eye from the confinements of his palace. Echoes of wood and metal screeching against the ash-fallen dirt littered the smoke-filled woods. The pungent burnt smell rendered the Ash Grey Woods unassailable even for investigation. That was the last instance of misfortune ever since your leave. Had everyone listened to the witches of fortune… they would’ve known it was a warning of an incoming disaster.

I take the string that had bound us in red

Though it’s broken, I hold it closely to my chest

Without the words for the pain in my heart

I will throw it away now, and tear it all apart

Your "corpse" laid cold and bare dead center of the wooden flooring, all the more emphasized by the lone spotlight pure as white as if mocking your character's loss of hope. It was an artificial ambition falling into despair. The audience varied in their reactions, some pitying your character some agreed with the two cruel princes of how naive the royal of snow was. for two seconds you remained, and it only took those two seconds to pull a few ropes behind the valley of backdrops and curtains. The scene instantly changed into a red-borne field with your silhouette now standing up in bitter pride alongside seven other figures. In your hand was what looked to be a forged blade intricately carved with embossed patterns further emphasized by what the audience can only assume as fake blood.

…drip, drip, drop…

To the audience they didn't find those seven faceless shadows as significant as your current state, the Royal of Snow was naïve, yes. But they have never shied

away from life’s cruelties have they? It only took some time before they gave a proper reason for every forced repenting they received. The field was littered with unrecognizable faces and among them was a white haired beastman dragging what looked to be a roped blonde with their eyes blindfolded, “bruises” blooming beautifully along his bare chest and torso as a tattered dress shirt pathetically clung on to his rolled sleeves. One of the faceless figures took their staff to remove the man’s blindfold only to reveal yet another scornful glare from an amethyst gaze.

“Don’t look at me like that, love. It's rather rude of you to glare at your new monarch”

The ruined Golden Heir spat on your boots, growling against the beastman’s clutches as if he was the one who had animalistic blood in him. The more he struggled the more his lavender tipped hair draped over the sides of his face. “You shameless weed- aCK-”

The staff wielding silhouette stepped forward to reveal bright crimson eyes staring him down in fake bloodlust, using the elongated weapon to carefully tip the ruined heir upwards by the chin; forcing him to meet your mocking glare. “Coming from the Golden Heir, it doesn’t have any edge. Hah…”

Your wrapped arm slowly pointed to behind you, revealing the Hinterland Prince’s 'corpse' hanging upside down by the foot, rope tied to a naked oak tree void of any sign of life, whether it's the figure or the large bark structure it didn’t matter to the audience nor to the bonded heir at your feet. “You two were never really close, yes? I see no need in your shock, my dear”

The broken pieces of love that are left

Will turn into a sword that will give me my revenge

To you who have always wished for my end

I swear, I will lead you to an all-consuming death!

He was unable to move, even when you had precisely cut the binding ropes on his wrists and ankles. Since when did you learn to wield a blade? You've usually been withdrawn, keeping your battlefield within the zones of high society. Was that why you easily took over the lands without much suspicion? “I should’ve served you poison that night…”

His seething statement induced a dry chuckle of amusement on your end. “But you didn’t, and that's your mistake. You know I'm quite amused by how easily you two took everything from me…” 

You gestured between him and the upside-down 'corpse' hanging behind you, looking down on the golden-haired man in such a natural manner it made the audience wonder whether you were still acting at this point in time. “Neither of you managed to finish the job, it made your efforts fall in vain… ah, but I’ve always been kind haven't I…?”

You kneeled down on one knee, staring eye to eye with the resentful heir, a mere short distance between your faces. Someone in the audience had to restrain their seatmate from yelling anything inappropriate such as ‘kiss already’ and thankfully they did. The tension you and your co-star formed was enough to be on the silver screen, all these thoughts of praise snapped short when you resumed your scene. “Sins so clear as snow… distaste as crimson as your blood…”

As if to emphasize your point you let a finger catch the dripping blood from the side of his face, manner agonizingly slow as your growing smile. “Casket as stern as ebony”

Your sword-holding hand skillfully dug into his torso, reeling forward before a garnet pool of ‘blood’ began forming on the stage’s floorboard. Your visage turned back to look at the seven figures along with the audience, your expression a far cry from your dreamy wistful gaze in the beginning. The remaining characters who counted as alive kneeled before your figure. Before a happily ever after could be instilled you drew back your arm and hurled it upwards to the rope that held back the front curtains, a sharp cut was heard penetrating the air by extension the wooden pillar of the stage; the lights in the auditorium went dim for a moment before turning on again to reveal the velvet curtains down. Announcing the end of this play.

I’ll take the blame of unjustified claims

As I rise in the fire that’s fueled by hate

What's blooming now in my heart, at last...

Is the color you gave to me that day bestowed in black

The relief that washed over you was shared by your co-stars, a round of enthusiastic chatter sounding in the stage wings finally marked the end of your month-long endeavors. You had to help Rook down from his tied position while Jack carefully untied the knots of the ropes. “Magnifique~! You did a splendid job playing hero and villain Trickster-” “Hunt-senpai get down first please- ah- AH” 

Vil witnessed the disastrous lump of bodies at the base of the prop tree, he can only click his tongue in exasperation still trying to wipe off the fake bruises and blood staining his skin. It’ll take a good week before his skin can return to its top-tier condition but oh well all ended nicely it seems. He looked back to where you were, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't proud of your effort for this rather dark performance. You had potential in the acting industry and the way you portrayed the wronged hero’s revenge? It was Beauté 100 as Rook would put it. Any other critique he had to give can be delivered another time, this was a time for celebrating after all.

The Pomefiore Dorm Leader managed to get rid of most of the makeup, he was about to approach your spot but a unique sound caught his attention; Vil looked left and right but he couldn’t see the source of that echoing  sound, odd since… The SFX team had already unplugged their systems.

...Did he hear leaking?

...

Taglist :: @citirusu @sherbet-shark @luvielle

• Red, White, & Black •

Another personal project because I've fallen back into the hole of Vocaloid TwT. This song fic is based off of Genealogy of Red, White and Black but with a few twists!

Summary ➽ NRC hosts a school based play for the amusement of students and staff alike. You're tasked to act out a peculiar tale with Pomefiore's Dorm Leader and Vice Dorm Leader. However it seems the audience are in for a bloody ride.

Other notes ➽ (Not necessarily an X Reader but it can be taken as such!) The song implies a feminine protagonist but reader is kept ambiguous/Gender neutral

Word Count ➽ 4.8k words (without the pasted lyrics of the song)

Trigger Warnings ➽ Depictions of Killing/Genocide, Blood and bruises, unnatural hanging, Implications of Necrophilia (nothing explicitly graphic, not smut at all). Keep in mind they're only acting a partially dark story.

La tua bellezza è un crimine

Compensa per il crimine in forma chiamò la morte….

The ivory pamphlet in your hand had likely passed between many others before you, as suggested by the faint thumb smears on the margins. But that wasn't what caught your attention- rather the embellished print of text dead center. The day started as odd thanks to the idle whispers that circulated the corridors; this wasn’t too new but you noticed the increase in attention whenever a Pomefiore student passed by. You could’ve sworn you heard something along the lines of “Stage fright” not too long ago— then your curiosity was met with the presence of the self-proclaimed love hunter. 

“ —And that’s when a giddy writer from our dorm proposed his ‘Royal of Snow’ story as a playwright to Roi Du Poisson~! Come to think of it…”

There was little to no space between you and Rook’s face when he took a sharp step forward, studying your expression like a specimen meant to be unraveled.

“Trickster, don’t you need a bit of extra credit?”

That’s how you winded up with the lead role, you had little to no say in the matter; not because Rook forced you (maybe that was the second reason) but because you knew deep down that he was correct, and seeing as you had nothing to lose you reluctantly agreed to participate. Ok perhaps that was a white lie you only had your dignity and pride on the line but the more you read the story and by extension the script— it dawned on you why Vil seemed comfortable in letting you have the role. 

That accidental meeting became a daily meet-up with the Pomefiore heads, days turned to weeks and weeks turned to a few months. Eventually came the day you all stood behind a grand crimson curtain, you couldn’t help but fidget with the fabric of your attire. Shaking your head to snap out of trance a sharp inhale was taken.

The curtains rose and now it's up to you.

“I want a child white as snow that's fallingred as the blood we bleed and black as ebony”Such were the words the woman said in prayerSoon, she would hold the girl the heavens gave her

In the far lands where both spring and summer can cascade down the prosperous kingdom, was a regal king who had an only son. This king cherished his child deeply and as such he can’t help but worry over how the boy would fare should the day come that the heavens whisk him away. On a humble summer afternoon, he asked his son what partner he’d like to have in life. His son was a blunt yet simple boy so one can only picture the king’s reaction when the crown prince delightfully answered;

“Someone as fair as me! Gentle like snowdrops, sweet as the red apples we snack on, and a will as stern as ebony!”

The criteria left the king restless for a few nights. How was he supposed to satisfy the young heir? Day in and out he skimmed through the identities of every royal he knew, for months his search felt fruitless… until he caught wind of a young heir, your brilliance reached this warm kingdom and in turn, brought you a meeting with its solemn king. The golden-haired prince had no qualms in welcoming your presence;  your radiance was unique in a way that the prince thought was ethereal. You weren’t human in his amethyst gaze.

“I raise a toast to the engagement between The Golden Heir and The Royal of Snow!”

Now, many years have passed since that fated day

But it would seem that things are going astray Here, where the light can't reach the shadows under

“Evil” was taking root and growing stronger

Those echoes of champagne glasses clinking sounded a decade ago, it’s been so long and the blooming hope in your chest had long softened— radiance only growing more by the days. Ever since your engagement to this warm prince you moved within the lush kingdom in order to get a better understanding of your supposed soon-to-be land. Your presence was revered by his people and he used to find comfort in it, but if one were to turn their gaze away from the Royal of Snow, you’d see a growing rust on the Golden Heir’s expression. The recent years pricked intrusive thoughts into his heart, an impending fear that despite being this kingdom’s future king, you’d have more influence than him. Whether it was influence on jurisdiction or the masses’ admiration, it left a bittersweet aftertaste on his tongue every time you’d give a kiss of affection to your fiance.

He was a good actor, even when the taste of love grew acetous, he never failed to keep his image in the public eye; fully aware of what may ensue should he act against their long inscribed relationship. Perhaps this was why it took him a few years to act on his authority, but what can the hunter do when the future king threatens to hold his family against him? The poor man couldn’t risk it, especially not with a task as easy as delivering your unconscious body into the Ash Grey Woods.

Aah…. And the hand that reached out, seeking aid 

-- It was quickly brushed away

Searching for what all the hurt and confusion couldn't explain

-- Clouded in disdain!

Aah, and with every minute ripening

-- Poison seeping deeper into me

Unhappy jealousy, enmity, ever sharpening...

--Love slowly changes to insanity!

His orders were clear cut, agenda untouched by the slightest flaw for his foresight entailed a perfect crime. But it seemed your influence on the people is already rooted deeply when he saw your figure descend the grand staircase, for a moment he would have mistaken your visage for that of a ghost out for vengeance, but when your drowsy words snapped him out his train of thought it was then that the Golden Heir realized his dear hunter failed. He’ll deal with the traitor another time—

“Love? Are you alright? You’ve been out of bed a lo-”

Why were you awake? You should’ve been knocked out by now with the dose of medicine he gave you at supper. Surely someone as caring as you didn’t waste his precious gift? It was one question after the other, a spiral of frustration instilled into his gaze turning it redder by the second. A single step forward from you garnered a single step backward from him. Your persistent self didn’t see the change of heart on his face within the moonless halls of the palace. As careful as you were, it didn't ease the seething impulse from the Golden Heir. Your hand reaching to touch his cheek made it worse.

Let go of the hope you hold onto

There’s only my own hateful hue

There is not a trace of so-called love

A sharp sting spread on your left cheek, the physical pain and the scornful gaze your fiance gave you were fighting for responsibility over your aching heart. The shock was enough to warrant panic on your end, it was a bit too sudden and your body was putting out one hypothesis after the other, did you do something wrong? Was this really your fiance of ten years who gave you nothing but warm love?

“Love, wh-” “Pathetic… and yet people put you on a higher pedestal than I.”

The confusion went after your head, rendering both mind and heart uneasy whilst your figure stumbled backward out of caution. Not exactly hopeful in receiving even more unexplainable pain from the very man you were to bind in marital union a few months from now. There was a hopeful part in your heart begging for assurance, this was surely an act! Perhaps he was drunk? The more it begged the more it sought a reason behind the Golden Heir’s glare. It was void of any love you came to know from him, the otherwise affectionate fiance you learned to love over the years. It wasn’t as if you fell at first sight, in fact, you were against moving so suddenly from your cooler climate to this foreign kingdom and that’s merely on top of the pressure you received from your sweet mother and father. They saw the proposal from this  kingdom’s king as an opportunity to prosper your native land by uniting with the lush kingdom. In the past decade you both saw each other’s highs and lows— looking back were you truly foolish for thinking you finally understood him? You weren’t aiming to be his pillar of support nor vice versa you wanted to be enough to stand as equals with the ever-warm heir. This innocent desire was precisely why you worked harder than demanded by the court, you wanted to share the burden with him in childish hope that he’d share yours as well, in recent years this was the fantasy you thought you were living in.

I take the string that connects us in red With a cruel smile,

I cut away the thread

Your “beauty” is but a crime in this world 

So repent! Her own fate will incarcerate the girl

What started as a string of inaudible curses became a heated confession laced with resentment. That string of displeasure tripped you from your usual brilliance, mind still in a stasis of desperation for an answer. The red string of love you thought you two finally tied on your fingers became a rope that suffocated you from the inside out. It didn’t help how tired you already were from the late hour. You weren’t usually this weak, was it something you consumed earlier? There didn’t seem to be anything wrong with your dinner earlier—

“You’d think as the foreign heir to the throne you’d be second to everyone’s thoughts over the royal family… Tsk- reduced to being the Royal of Snow’s fortunate husband. Tell me, since when did you start bewitching the masses to your whim?”

You handled diplomatic exchange as eloquently as possible, taking on the Golden Heir’s tasks to not exhaust his spirit just before he steps onto that regal throne. You worked rigorously to keep your reputation stable and reliable, enough to maintain authority without relying solely on being his fiance or as this kingdom’s future ruler. You didn’t want to be a burden, a disappointment. But this confrontation easily demolished your now ruined perception.

 “Tell me…were you hoping to gain authority over a kingdom bigger than your measly land?”

Everything hurt it didn’t matter whether it was the red mark on your soft skin or the words that sent a stinging surge in your heart, that’s what he thought of your unrelenting effort? A ploy for power over his promised kingdom? He didn’t see you as an ally, far from it, you were a rival, and truth be told you can’t help but take the blame. This misunderstanding was your fault and it was difficult talking to a mind who didn’t seek your truth, it demanded an answer that fits its twisted narrative. It wasn’t as if you could speak anyways… your throat was hoarse and the best you could let out was choked denial.

I bear the blame of unjustified claims

As I burn in the fire that’s fueled by hate

The color that's dripping from my chest

Is the color you gave to me that day bestowed in red

Right, your voice was not of use as of now, but your body urged you to move and as such your single step backward became your sprint’s start. Clad in nothing but a dress shirt and loose scarlet bottoms it didn’t bother you when you shakily grabbed for one of the maid’s old cloak. You knew what he was capable of and your mind told you to head for your parents, rushing to the stables for your trusted steed; a white stallion reacted to your sudden presence albeit confused about your invitation for a ride. With silent beckoning, you two began setting off for the northern planes. Having to pass through the cold woods irked your confidence but nevertheless, onwards you went. You weren’t exactly sure which offered more relief, the haunting scene before you or the confinements of that palace you fled from? The way his actions became a crimson distrust still burned in your memory.

Lost in thought even among the thick fog— neither you nor your steed noticed the steep formation, and one misfortune after the other you crashed at the bottom landform, trusted horse agitated and fleeing despite your cries for the white stallion to come back. The scowl on your face became a melancholic withdrawal, opting to get your bearings first before attempting to find your horse. Dusting off the dirt from your thighs a sudden snap in the dead air caught your attention, head shot towards the direction of the precise noise. The hopeful part of you thought it was your steed having a change of heart but the farther you squinted the more you could make out the faint silhouette of a man. As if the fog finally showed mercy it slowly began to disperse, it was here that the forest-eyed man relished  in your moonlit expression.

“How…fortunate for us to cross paths, ma fleur de glace…”

Skin, oh so pale, like the snow in winter

Lips, bloody red, it makes me want to kiss her

Beauty so stunning I could not behold it

One look at her had pierced me like a bullet

You never tore your gaze away even if you desperately wanted to, it was odd actually. He seemed familiar yet you couldn’t pinpoint from where. The man’s breathing was as clear as day despite the late hour, ragged yet consistent in its own right. A hoarse chuckle spilled from the male’s chapped lips, taking another step towards you with a giddy glint in his gaze.

“Fate is smiling down on us ma fleur de glace… It was bound to happen after so much misfortune~”

You can’t help but shudder yet you still did your best in standing your ground, utilizing whatever experience you had over the years staying at the palace. Eccentric guests weren’t unheard of yet your mind had finally clicked just where you know this pale blonde man. Or should you say, prince… What did he even mean by misfortune? Don’t tell me word of your quarrel with the Golden Heir had already spread? You thought.

“Your highness!... of the south western Hinterlands? I’m astonished to find you in a place like this…” Keep calm, keep calm. It was easier said than done seeing how intense his gaze was over your figure, had you been none the wiser you would’ve lost eye contact the moment he called you by whatever endearing nickname he addressed you with. You disliked your situation if you were being completely honest, a far cry from the forest-eyed prince’s glee. The way he removed his gloves sent a bad feeling in your chest, he reached out his right in a slow innocent manner, yet the way he did so entailed a more cynical ploy; not wanting to be rude to the only other human being within a hundred-mile radius you gulped and gently reached to accept his “friendly handshake”. You wanted it to be swift and over but his hold on your hand only tightened the moment you tried pulling away, not once did he remove his observant eye away from your reluctant expression.

After I ran away into the forest

I came upon a single man in the midst

The look inside his eyes was kind of creepy….

All I could see from him was “lust” to take me

At this point in time that bad feeling turned into a sharp surge of uneasiness, borderline fear and anxiety dwindled into one disgusting ache of your heart. The slow irregular rise and fall of your chest didn’t go unseen under the prince’s gaze, in fact, there’s not a single movement of your body that didn’t engrain itself into his mind. You were the widely praised Royal of Snow said to rule with the admirable Golden Heir and all these years he’s always thought how unreachable you’d be to the Hinterland native. Someone as innocently radiant as you held power that was different from other royals, your charms didn’t rely on how you looked either, a sweet and caring personality mixed well with your wise foresight. He’s only ever been able to witness your brilliance from views afar in diplomatic meetings or the tales he’d hear from this young farmer boy who happily sung praises in your regard.

The forest-eyed prince wasn’t a fool, a good predator knew when to go in for prey. For so long you were untouchable to him, a powerful flower that grew against the snow’s cruelty. Every single day he can only imagine what it’d be like to touch those unreal petals that blossomed from your radiance. The way he went quiet irked you in every sense, gulping and voice coming out by bits. “Prince, please let go—”

Aa, have my wishes finally come to life?

-- Then he grabs my hand so tight

If only I could preserve this moment for the rest of time

-- I can’t leave his side!

Aah… Even if you hate me in the end

-- His derision fills my chest with dread

Still, all I want is to take everything ‘til your last breath...

-- Could he be wishing to make love to Death?!

The tight grip he had on your wrist started to hurt two-fold, and the odd smile on his face grew into a crazed grin that finally warned you in red signals; this is beyond the line of respect and formality. A grunt and gasp from your end somehow became amusing to the pale blonde prince. You turned your head away from him in a desperate attempt to call for your steed once again, desperately hoping the white stallion was around the perimeter to sense your distress amidst the light fog but to no avail. Your desperation to escape gave him the perfect exposure to your neck. How unfortunate indeed… But you were struggling so much, he felt offended YET now that the chance presented itself. He’ll do everything to keep this moment forever. 

I take ahold of your warm, slender neck

And my fingers are cold against your pretty flesh

Your “beauty” is but a crime in this world

So allow me to take repenance from the wretched girl!

I bear the blame of unjustified claims

As I’m forced to bring comfort to a man that I hate

The color of searing pain inside is the color you gave to me that day bestowed in white

His bare hand reached for the base of your neck, calloused thumb pressing harder in the exact middle. Despite the evident lust, it was obvious he wasn’t just aiming for you to faint- far from it with how persistent he was in his hold. The Ash Grey Woods echoed with his pleasured cackles; losing the princely facade the moment you began showing signs of fatigue. The longer you struggled the more you saw white— it wasn’t anything like the comforting snow of your home kingdom, it was the pure ivory one would greet when coming into contact with death. You were inhumanely endearing to everyone around you! Are you even human at all? How can an unexplainable figurehead walk among the unfitting and yet manage to walk about the day as if beholding your presence wasn’t a grave sin. No no no you were far better off returning to where you belong, he thought. Among the heavens with the celestial beings who can come remotely close to your pure soul. This principle repeated in his head like some mantra meant to be made real.

The forest-eyed prince found nothing but absolute pleasure in his current act, undeniably going off from your near-dead body. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t dream of this day every night when he’s alone in his palace quarters, to feel your lifeless body under his touch was like an addicting thought that gave him the highest form of euphoria. That’s it- you were stained, a pleasant snow field stained by incoherent colors that came from so many people yet no one bothered helping your unfortunate self; nevertheless he was there to save you! To free you of your misery, to deliver your ethereal self back into the plane far from the living. But his selfless act deserves a reward does it not? No hunter nor hero has their righteous deeds unrewarded, to him he’s saving you the trouble of thinking of a reward. And he wanted nothing more but to unravel you then and there.

Tears had pricked in the corners of your eyes, rolling back to the back of your head the more he deprived you of precious air. You were barely registering your surroundings to the point where you can’t even show protest when he ripped off your tattered cloak exposing your loose attire. Even when you were on your last string of consciousness you could faintly feel his calloused palm on your clothed waist. Beyond that was just a cruel darkness engulfing your shattered hope. It was as if you were sitting in nothing but a void where neither light nor mercy can reach you. The blurry image of your hands reaching for your face played in a mirror like scene. Your tears of frustration shaking your subconscious mind to its fragile core, rendering that mirror in the dark disturbed until it fell over with an ear piercing noise.

The love that I had always craved

--- Wasn’t given, turned away

The hand I thought would keep me safe

--- Led her to a heinous fate

It took no less than a day to have your humble life ripped from your clutches, the broken mirror scattered in your subconscious plane, each pathetic shard playing a detested scene in your life as if moving your fall from grace. It was far beyond the spectrum of unfairness, your fiance’s wish grew colder than winter. You were so tired but you still wanted to look back, where and when did it all go wrong? What has become of your work over the years, all because of an ambitious dream from childhood? All you asked for was mutual love and respect. From him and your parents, how would the northern king and queen react? Knowing their precious child has been reduced to some wasted husk meant to embody what judging eyes deemed the absolute truth.

And that unwarranted freedom, that prince had no right to force it on you yet here you were limp and unable to do anything against his advancements. Had you been more careful could you have avoided him? Had you been less ambitious to improve yourself… could you have avoided his idolization? The Hinterlands were a neighboring kingdom from the lush lands. They were supposed to be allies to the Golden Heir and by extension you his fiance. What hope do you even have in using that excuse now… the man who was supposed to act as support became your second downfall. The rest of those shards displayed other memories in another point of view, some showing your happy thoughts as cruel manifestations. Others depicted the northern King and Queen's disappointment, the rest was simply history taunting to repeat itself if you stayed here in this state.

What they all expect from me

--- repent your sin of beauty

Time and time again it was all because of a beauty they deem you possess, a sweet partner? A filial child? An ethereal figurehead? Your hands closed on your face tighter, not wanting to witness those mirror scenes even for a split second. You’ve had enough revelations for one day and you knee deep down that if you were to take more it won’t be the mirror that’ll be shattering next. Why is it that you should repent for something that stemmed from outside expectation? It’s so cruel, wicked even. It’s always been from them! You did nothing wrong, right? Your intentions have always been for the greater good, why did everything make you feel like it’s your fault? Fine, this repentance was already taken unwillingly, what else should you do?

Barely holding onto life

--- No one thought she would survive…

You weren’t even aware how long it's been, the sky painted itself a daunting gray as opposed to the cerulean skies outside this forest. Your figure slowly but surely limped aimlessly, there was light in the distance amidst the cruel darkness. You had to tilt your head in order to look between your fallen bangs, there was a small cottage-like structure. If you’d had another misfortune here then you didn’t pay mind for what’s one more? 

*knock* *knock*

Sunrise arrived and yet the warmth within the small building suddenly went ablaze, the smoke somehow reaching a certain heir’s eye from the confinements of his palace. Echoes of wood and metal screeching against the ash-fallen dirt littered the smoke-filled woods. The pungent burnt smell rendered the Ash Grey Woods unassailable even for investigation. That was the last instance of misfortune ever since your leave. Had everyone listened to the witches of fortune… they would’ve known it was a warning of an incoming disaster.

I take the string that had bound us in red

Though it’s broken, I hold it closely to my chest

Without the words for the pain in my heart

I will throw it away now, and tear it all apart

Your "corpse" laid cold and bare dead center of the wooden flooring, all the more emphasized by the lone spotlight pure as white as if mocking your character's loss of hope. It was an artificial ambition falling into despair. The audience varied in their reactions, some pitying your character some agreed with the two cruel princes of how naive the royal of snow was. for two seconds you remained, and it only took those two seconds to pull a few ropes behind the valley of backdrops and curtains. The scene instantly changed into a red-borne field with your silhouette now standing up in bitter pride alongside seven other figures. In your hand was what looked to be a forged blade intricately carved with embossed patterns further emphasized by what the audience can only assume as fake blood.

…drip, drip, drop…

To the audience they didn't find those seven faceless shadows as significant as your current state, the Royal of Snow was naïve, yes. But they have never shied

away from life’s cruelties have they? It only took some time before they gave a proper reason for every forced repenting they received. The field was littered with unrecognizable faces and among them was a white haired beastman dragging what looked to be a roped blonde with their eyes blindfolded, “bruises” blooming beautifully along his bare chest and torso as a tattered dress shirt pathetically clung on to his rolled sleeves. One of the faceless figures took their staff to remove the man’s blindfold only to reveal yet another scornful glare from an amethyst gaze.

“Don’t look at me like that, love. It's rather rude of you to glare at your new monarch”

The ruined Golden Heir spat on your boots, growling against the beastman’s clutches as if he was the one who had animalistic blood in him. The more he struggled the more his lavender tipped hair draped over the sides of his face. “You shameless weed- aCK-”

The staff wielding silhouette stepped forward to reveal bright crimson eyes staring him down in fake bloodlust, using the elongated weapon to carefully tip the ruined heir upwards by the chin; forcing him to meet your mocking glare. “Coming from the Golden Heir, it doesn’t have any edge. Hah…”

Your wrapped arm slowly pointed to behind you, revealing the Hinterland Prince’s 'corpse' hanging upside down by the foot, rope tied to a naked oak tree void of any sign of life, whether it's the figure or the large bark structure it didn’t matter to the audience nor to the bonded heir at your feet. “You two were never really close, yes? I see no need in your shock, my dear”

The broken pieces of love that are left

Will turn into a sword that will give me my revenge

To you who have always wished for my end

I swear, I will lead you to an all-consuming death!

He was unable to move, even when you had precisely cut the binding ropes on his wrists and ankles. Since when did you learn to wield a blade? You've usually been withdrawn, keeping your battlefield within the zones of high society. Was that why you easily took over the lands without much suspicion? “I should’ve served you poison that night…”

His seething statement induced a dry chuckle of amusement on your end. “But you didn’t, and that's your mistake. You know I'm quite amused by how easily you two took everything from me…” 

You gestured between him and the upside-down 'corpse' hanging behind you, looking down on the golden-haired man in such a natural manner it made the audience wonder whether you were still acting at this point in time. “Neither of you managed to finish the job, it made your efforts fall in vain… ah, but I’ve always been kind haven't I…?”

You kneeled down on one knee, staring eye to eye with the resentful heir, a mere short distance between your faces. Someone in the audience had to restrain their seatmate from yelling anything inappropriate such as ‘kiss already’ and thankfully they did. The tension you and your co-star formed was enough to be on the silver screen, all these thoughts of praise snapped short when you resumed your scene. “Sins so clear as snow… distaste as crimson as your blood…”

As if to emphasize your point you let a finger catch the dripping blood from the side of his face, manner agonizingly slow as your growing smile. “Casket as stern as ebony”

Your sword-holding hand skillfully dug into his torso, reeling forward before a garnet pool of ‘blood’ began forming on the stage’s floorboard. Your visage turned back to look at the seven figures along with the audience, your expression a far cry from your dreamy wistful gaze in the beginning. The remaining characters who counted as alive kneeled before your figure. Before a happily ever after could be instilled you drew back your arm and hurled it upwards to the rope that held back the front curtains, a sharp cut was heard penetrating the air by extension the wooden pillar of the stage; the lights in the auditorium went dim for a moment before turning on again to reveal the velvet curtains down. Announcing the end of this play.

I’ll take the blame of unjustified claims

As I rise in the fire that’s fueled by hate

What's blooming now in my heart, at last...

Is the color you gave to me that day bestowed in black

The relief that washed over you was shared by your co-stars, a round of enthusiastic chatter sounding in the stage wings finally marked the end of your month-long endeavors. You had to help Rook down from his tied position while Jack carefully untied the knots of the ropes. “Magnifique~! You did a splendid job playing hero and villain Trickster-” “Hunt-senpai get down first please- ah- AH” 

Vil witnessed the disastrous lump of bodies at the base of the prop tree, he can only click his tongue in exasperation still trying to wipe off the fake bruises and blood staining his skin. It’ll take a good week before his skin can return to its top-tier condition but oh well all ended nicely it seems. He looked back to where you were, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't proud of your effort for this rather dark performance. You had potential in the acting industry and the way you portrayed the wronged hero’s revenge? It was Beauté 100 as Rook would put it. Any other critique he had to give can be delivered another time, this was a time for celebrating after all.

The Pomefiore Dorm Leader managed to get rid of most of the makeup, he was about to approach your spot but a unique sound caught his attention; Vil looked left and right but he couldn’t see the source of that echoing  sound, odd since… The SFX team had already unplugged their systems.

...Did he hear leaking?

...

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⸢𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓⸥ • ⸢𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 & 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒⸥ • ⸢𝐓𝐀𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓⸥

— 𝐊𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐌 𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐌 ⸢🦦⸥

When he meets your mother

Getting him to say Nakakapagpabagabag

— 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋 𝐕𝐈𝐏𝐄𝐑 ⸢🐍⸥

When you're demonic royalty

Serpentine Warning pt1 :: FIC

— 𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐓 ⸢👑⸥

When he meets your mother

Getting him to say Nakakapagpabagabag

Red, White & Black :: FIC

— 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓 ⸢🏹⸥

Red, White & Black :: FIC

When you're demonic royalty

— 𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐋 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐌𝐈𝐄𝐑 ⸢🍎⸥

When you're a reaper

When you're a child of Mother Miranda

When you're a Mom Friend

When he gives familial love

— 𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐃 ⸢🔥⸥

When he meets your mother

Getting him to say Nakakapagpabagabag

— 𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐎 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐃 ⸢🤖⸥

When he winds up in your world

When you're demonic royalty

this is what happens when one turns their brain off and tries to make lore— like what is this supposed to be…

this is what happens when one turns their brain off and tries to make lore— like what is this supposed to be…

I changed their name so please reacquaint yourself with Jiushu Suo, Pomefiore's vice-Headwarden in an era of NRC taking place 5 years before the current cast. They are the one who stands guard before the gates of the college's oldest and most revered dorm.

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Rook Hunt has the honours of being my first twst fanart

SHUTANGINA

AZUL, ACE, AND JAMIL HAS SNOW WHITE'S COLORS WHEN SHE WAS WEARING THE RAGS AND THEN WE HACE VIL OPENING THE CURTAIN LIKE THE EVIL QUEEN AND FUUUUUCK THAT MAKE UP'S GETTING ME 🐶🐕💦🌊💧 AND THE DOME???? THE DOME???? IF I WAS BY THE SIDES I'D BE SCREAMING LIKE THAT KID SCREAMING CHARLES LECLER(?) OR SOMETHINGWJFJANCKAKFKKAJFKAKFKAJFOAJFKAJVAKICANJCNAJVKAJVKWJDJDK

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It’s an outfit that suits him……

Muscle and elegance coexist💪😤💪🏹 Very desirable. Love it.(Everyone knows🤣)

Freckle topping❤️

V! D! C!