Angelinaaa should I get into Twisted Wonderland? Your most recent fic about Rielle was so cute but I know nothing about him 😭
if you think that u will love emotionally constipated boys based on disney villains and are patient enough to wait for their princely counterparts to appear in the main story for more than five minutes then yes yes u should !!!
‧₊˚ ┊ featuring various (albedo, lohen & illuga)/gn!reader. completed & edited an old draft. text in italics is meant to be dialogue. hope u enjoy ♥︎ !!
❤︎ᩙ albedo:
dragonspine may seem like a picturesque winter wonderland from afar but it’s actually quite cold once you get within a few meters of its vicinity. if you don’t sacrifice fashion for comfort, let klee use your coat to wrap up dodoco or simply don’t have particularly thick garments; the icy winds may tease you to the point that you embarrassingly fall over. yes, making an impromptu snow angel hadn’t been on your itinerary for the day but it might have been on albedo’s with the way his eyes are studying you.
you lie in the snow for maybe a minute or so before he scoops you up in a gesture that would have been romantic if you weren’t aware of his wholly unromantic temperament. he carries you like you’re an easel or a box of paints. trembling mouth brushing against his neck, you notice how he’s even colder as if he was the one rolling around in the snow. why is that? perhaps you’ll get an answer if you ask his auntie alice!
ah, don’t worry. i won’t inform the rest of the knights about this accident of yours. you do get quite flustered when i talk about your escapades to a crowd. but it’s only natural to speak fondly of those with whom you spend so much of your time. also, i’d prefer if you refrained from biting my neck just because you “feel like it…”
❤︎ᩙ lohen:
sulking, you sit hidden within a clump of hedges near the favonius headquarters. you can hear some dull knights shuffling about their posts. quickly scribbling down some notes, you resolve to report their laziness to jean (not to the actual grandmaster though, he’d only start laughing at you and say that you notice the most amusing of things) and prove that noelle was so much better than all of them put together! your quill only stills when you feel a familiar gloved hand wrap around your ankle. it tugs so hard that the ligament stretches, you nearly scream.
before you can react any further, you’re pulled straight out of your hiding spot like you’re nothing more than a child’s silly ragdoll. of course, it’s lohen. who else keeps such an eager eye on you? his arms lift you up while you futilely try to reach for your notebook. you let out a sniffle when his boot pushes it back into the hedges. you’ll have to come back for it later. childishly, he presses his cheek against your own. you ram your fist into his chest but it does little to hurt him the way you would like it to.
aww, don’t be like that. if the wind blows a certain way while you’re making such a scary face, it’ll be stuck like that forever! i’d still keep you around though. you’re far too cute to abandon… hey, how about you try directing your energy elsewhere? like where? why, hitting me as hard as you possibly can! if that sounds too hard, we can practice on a bag of flour first.
❤︎ᩙ illuga:
there’s this sparkling golden bird that you’re fond of playing a little game with from time to time. he’ll tug on your sleeve and lead you to some scenic little spot in Nod-Krai that you pretend you’ve never seen before and admire it until he seems satisfied with your reaction. oftentimes, this will happen when you’re quite busy and if this was a person instead of a bird who was bothering you; you’d be rather annoyed with them. you think this friend of yours belongs to someone in Piramida but you’re not exactly sure. giggling, you ask him as a joke. the bird flies off the windowsill as if to lead you towards the answer. naturally, you follow.
stumbling, twisting and turning — you’re out of breath and entirely thirsty by the time you bump into someone. half surprised, you notice that it’s a friend of that strange fae gentleman that you’ve met on occasion. the friend’s name was… illuga? once the realization that you’ve been saying whatever to this young man’s feathered companion hits, you topple over foolishly. illuga quickly catches hold of you but once you show no signs of stirring, he lets out a sigh. one arm underneath your legs and the other splayed across your back, you wish you could melt away indefinitely.
you really shouldn’t be wandering about the more dangerous parts of nod-krai unsupervised. it may seem safer these days but the terrain is still unforgiving… i’ll have to give aedon a stern talking to as well. it’s not his fault? alright, i won’t be too stern. yes, yes, i promise. i suppose he did mean well in his own way. ah, please don’t speak any more. i don’t want to hear another word from you until i’ve poured a bowl of soup down your throat.
minajael noticing that the pretty new attendant looks especially heartsick... there’s a trembling present not only in your lips but also caught up in your gaze. he’s found those moist eyes of yours peeking at him one time too many. it’s a look of watery curiosity angled towards him only briefly before becoming obscured once you duck your head. your worldview and circumstances must be so unlike his own. ah, he’d probe you directly for information but you have such a knack for vanishing or you must find folding copious amounts of expensive fabric far more enjoyable than the possibility of chatting with him.
secretly, minajael already knows everything there is to know about you. the world outside the palace’s walls is far less private and grandiose. poor old you already had enough snakes willing to yammer about everything for the most trivial of prices. and yet nothing can faze the young prince at this point. anything you do will never be the talk of the entirety of the scalding sands. unless, say, he was to purposely make a scandal out of you — just kidding ♡ he’ll keep you around for the time being. why, you can pick locks, slip into unsuspecting places and have strangely innocent looks. surely, you won’t reject anything he says when your entire being rests upon his mercy? not that he would ever abuse his power >< that would be soo unbecoming!
rielle thinks that there are far too many ways to describe you. see, he can note all your striking qualities with the help of his fingers: very cute, really kind, so clever, breathtakingly enjoyable and exactly his type ! oops, he ran out of fingers but there’s still plenty to be said about your loveliness. he can’t help but pout at this, puffing his cheeks out childishly. being a human doesn’t just entail collecting shiny baubles but also having to accept that fingers are not as numerous as a mermaid’s scales. the real question is why though? he’ll have to make sure to ask you that later…
the sea-prince asks one question. and then another. maybe a few more because who knows when he’ll get another opportunity? he’s just so enamored with all the knowledge stored in your pretty little head. wahhh, he can’t help but look at you admiringly, bright eyes fixated on the way your lips move. everything is such a haze until you’re waving a hand in front of his face — hello? helloo? earth to rielle? he blinks and the enchantment is broken. still, you’re smiling. that’s enough to make him absolutely giddy. any moment with you is guaranteed to be sweet and balmy!
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