wanted: dead or alive

kristoff mitz fitzherbert prince of corona. son of rapunzel & flynn rider. an 18-year-old in his sixth year attending elias academy residing @ SOUTH WING RM. A with the antichrist. don't tell me what to do with my hair

[alxarose]

“How did this even happen?” Alexa eyed her dear friend with worried eyes but she could not let her panic show; somebody had to be the calm down in order to make rational decisions otherwise they were not going to be able to accomplish anything. She had to think quick or else either the prince was going to faint from a panic attack or the situation was only going to get worse. Of course, she wanted neither to happen. “I only see one option, Mimi.” She started, biting her lip before delivering the big blow. “We have to get you a haircut.” 

[mitzfitzherbert]

“Some kid thought it’d be funny to use gum as spitballs.“ Seeing the prince of Corona frustrated to the point of being close to tears is a rare occurrence, and Alexa just happens to be the lucky draw of the lot to witness it all unfold. This case wasn’t as bad compared to the recent incident with one of the kings in the campus, since anger seems to be long gone and all that’s left is a disconsolate prince. Mitz knew it was coming, the hard blow. “…Is that the only way?” He asked, avoiding his friend’s eyes, knowing that once he meets her eyes he’d have to go forth with her words.

[gleamandglowing]

And it’s warm and real and bright And the world has somehow shifted

[whycam-deactivated20191124]

[mitzfitzherbert]

alxarose

Who would have thought that a wad of gum would reduce the prince into a panicking mess? Well, a lot of people would, honestly. If there is one thing the male loves more than his sister, and as ridiculous as this sounds, it’s his hair. So when the tragedy was pointed out to him, all his nerves popped and he felt like the world just fell on his shoulders, leaving an impact so great he had to consult Alexa for help. “What should I do?” He asks, pacing in front of the princess before him, showing her the disaster on his hair for emphasis. “I have the Great Depression stuck on my head, Lexi.”

[katerinhavfrue]

His presence may be unexpected but the princess offered him a bright smile nevertheless, to signify gratitude for his concern. Perhaps she did look a little out of place with her pale, blue dress and bare feet, hair hung loosely past her shoulders, compared to his charming school attire. Oh yes, she had been given her own but she did not feel like changing into them just yet, not when she had yet to get accustomed to the academy’s layout. “I am not lost, kind sir, if that is troubling you.” Her voice was airy and pleasant, a true evidence of her heritage. She could not quite see his eyes and this brought upon a frown to her face, marring her usually calm features. “Is there another way up from here?” A faint poppy tint rushed into her pearlescent cheeks; she was flustered upon having to ask such a peculiar question and revealing how much of an alien she was to human architecture.

[mitzfitzherbert]

Confusion peppered with slight amusement reflected on his features, mostly from the formal way she spoke that etched with royalty, but also with why she has yet to move from her spot. What other reason could she possibly have other than being lost? The question that followed answered his thoughts, though it didn’t help clear things out as much as he expected it to.“Other than walking? I don’t believe so.” Mitz has never been one to base judgement easily without so much of an assessment, hence the once-over he gave her. Maybe there was something prickling her foot, or she’s simply unable to walk. The former was hard to assume since her dress hindered his vision of her feet, and the latter had to be cancelled out because how else would she have ended here? “Though I suppose a human lift would get you up there as well.” He said half-joking, half-offering, a playful grin on his lips.

[mitzfitzherbert]

irisfitzherbert

Lunch is Mitz’s favorite time of the day, not because of the food, but for the sole reason that he could spend one uninterrupted hour with his dearest sister Amelia. Today, he even prepared lunch for her, one that is “filled with love” and an assortment of her favorite dishes all neatly packed in a panda bento box. Without any warning, he approached the familiar figure of his sister, her back facing him, and slung an arm over her shoulder, inviting himself over to her table. “Amelia~ Your favorite person’s here to see you.” Then in a whisper, he says. “It’s me.”

[mitzfitzherbert]

joyce-white

Peaceful. It was the most suitable word to describe the atmosphere that afternoon. Classes had ended hours ago, yet Mitz had just been dismissed from after school activities with the fencing team. He’s leaning against one of the pillars, waiting for a certain princess, one whom he had scheduled an afternoon tea with by the garden. Upon seeing the familiar figure, he pushes himself forward from where he’s leaning and begins walking towards the female, meeting her halfway. “Good day, M’lady.” He speaks, bowing ever so slightly, reaching for her hand to kiss the back of it. "You’re looking lovely as always.”

[katerinhavfrue]

          How would a fish ever survive when being thrown out of water? How would a mermaid? After granted her first pair of legs in ever, the soon-to-be queen had teetered, stumbled, and fallen in her first few steps. Her bones, worn from disuse, dug into her flesh with every pace. It was akin to walking on tiny shards of glass, with minuscule pricking sensations stinging her skin. But her face was as calm as the ocean mirroring the clear, blue sky, no trace or evidence of the pain made visible. Her head was held high, regal, but not proud, for wherever she walks, she brings forth the sea breeze as expected of a descendant of a god. The princess was headed to her destined dwelling; the steady rhythm of the pitter-patter of her bare feet slow and quiet. Then she came upon a structure much foreign to her entire existence: a staircase, and she paused, uncertainty clouding her features. How would she ascend these steps when even walking on a flat surface proved to be painful?

[mitzfitzherbert]

Black-laced shoes echoed through the almost-empty halls in every step the prince made, his head hung low while busy hands tapped on the screen of his phone, saving a few notes and reminders to his future self. He was to negotiate a budget with whoever’s in charge of finance in the council, but he didn’t made it on time for the meeting that morning, thus the stress of having to adjust the upcoming week’s agenda. He was on his way to the club room to grab his belongings when his eyes landed on a pair of legs waiting by the staircase, unmoving. Shoving the mobile device in his pocket, Mitz’s steps stalled within a few feet distance from the girl, curious eyes shifting from the empty corridor the staircase leads to and the girl, whom, by now, he noticed has quite a fair complexion. (Who is he kidding? She’s beautiful.) Dumbly so, he waved a hand in front of her to cancel out the possibility that maybe she was sleep-walking. That wasn’t the case. “Are you lost?” He asked. Everything about her was unfamiliar, and Mitz has always been one to take on an adventure.

[avtjonghyun]

how to save a life { ec x mf }

[avtjonghyun]

he was one of the few emrys had remembered the name of, those nights spent sneaking out and enjoying the night sky as well as their swimming escapades by the river never left his memory. not once did he forget how during the times they’ve spent together, he actually learned he knew how to smile. but of course, life was never fair, and the joy that was brought into his life by the boy before him the gods stripped from him.

smiling came easy to him once, as a child when despite the tears and sweat stinging his wounded being he managed to greet his friends with glee plastered on his face. it wasn’t always like this, the terror he wrought upon his countrymen and all those who dared deceive and oppose him didn’t exist in his system when they were in his life. but the gods were never fair, and whatever god damned him to this life he’d make sure to let suffer twice as much.

so whenever he saw the boy, only good memories surfaced; the laughter, the adventures, the ability to smile. and despite how much he’s changed since they last met, he was never able to shake him off, still thankful that at least once in his life he knew he was happy and that he was the cause. but the silhouette before him, the horror on his face, every tiny detail of his happy childhood days that were etched into his memory was suddenly substituted with that of blood, tears, and heart-aching goodbyes. the realisation dawned on him fast, but not fast enough, the boy collapsing just as he had said his name.

“no.” he muttered, his powers going more out of control as his emotions wavered, the suffocating smoke he emitted spreading and voiding all life from those that surround them. “no.” he muttered once more, moving to pick the boy up and cradle him in his arms. “not you too.”

[mitzfitzherbert]

the image that was once hazy projected clearly in his dream for the first time. no, rather than a dream, it was a memory long forgotten. unobstructed, he can see the owner of the shadow hovering before him, his eyes as green as they get. “emrys” he heard himself say, voice shaky and ruff as if he found it hard to speak. his lips were dry and his cheeks wet, and it was then did he realize that he was crying and still is. “we have to save him.” anger. he felt a strong desire to lash out at the male, to shake him into his senses, to insult him for the lack of faith he has, but he did none of those. instead, he remained slumped on the ground; crushed, defeated, and betrayed.

blood; his fingers were dripping of it, shirt stained with a triggering amount. mitz was stricken with fear at what could be, but the him in his memory felt nothing but remorse and regret. he was cradling a body in his arms, the corpse of a friend that was once full of life. his face struck him with familiarity, like an old childhood friend that he never got in touch with for so long, except he knew this was a different case. mitz watched himself place a hand by the guy’s chest, his hand lighting it’s familiar glow as he whispered incantations under his breath. no luck. he kept trying, and trying, and trying, blocking out emrys’ voice that was demanding him to stop, telling him that there was nothing he could do. this only angered him

he woke up gasping for air, fingers tightly wound around the male’s arm, fully aware of who it was. “you..” he managed to let out, quickly running out of breath after. he knew he needed to calm down, but he couldn’t. not after being introduced to a memory he kept in the dark for so long, he forgot it existed. “how could you let him die?” he asked, the intensity of his voice surprising even himself. mitz pushed himself out of emrys’ hold, eyes wide and searching as he looks at the male. “i could have saved him! you- no, we left him there to die.. no, no, no.. we left him there to..” he held his head in his hands, fingers pulling on his hair, his eyes stinging with angry tears threatening to fall. he was in a state of despair and there was no amount of hope that could pull him out of it.

[kenjichu-blog]

[mitzfitzherbert]

cyrusmaximoff

He was alone, as usual. Although the hallways were packed with students, he had not one kindred soul here to reach out to. That is, until he saw a tall head amongst others, his height and bright hair easy to spot in the crowd. The prince made his way past the packed hallway, squeezing himself between bodies that were rushing to the cafeteria, getting ready for the war over the limited entree of the day. “Cyrus!” He called out, jogging to meet the male’s pace, placing a hand on his shoulder for acknowledgement. “Hey, are you busy right now?”

[chxrlottebjorgman-deactivated20]

☼ dad jokes || charlotte x mitz

[mitzfitzherbert]

chxrlottebjorgman:

The first day of Earth and Environmental Studies had gone swimmingly enough. At least, that’s what Charlotte thought. The teacher simply introduced himself, the subject, and the grading system for the term, before letting the students introduce themselves one by one. After that and a few short announcements, class had been dismissed. The Arendelle native was glad that, unlike some of her subjects, this particular class did not give out homework immediately. Almost all of her classes had some type of assignment given to them, and though Charlotte didn’t exactly abhor the thought of schoolwork, she kind of wished that the first days of her respective classes were solely dedicated to introductions and orientations instead.

Charlotte would not mull over these circumstances for long, however, as it was lunch time. After all those classes and the inadequacy of that small snack she had for recess, she was absolutely famished. The girl walked briskly towards the cafeteria, thoughts of a delicious lunch filling her head, before she abruptly came to a halt. Her brown eyes widened in remembrance of what her other agenda was aside from eating. Quickly, she removed her backpack, unzipped it, and fished for what she was looking for. Charlotte let out a small sound of approval once she felt it brush her fingers, before pulling it out. It was a small, white envelope with the official Arendelle seal on its flap, and it contained an invitation letter from her Aunt Elsa, addressed to her Auntie Rapunzel and Uncle Eugene. It was just for a small get-together, as far as she was concerned, but anything from the Queen of Arendelle was important. It was up to her to send it through one of the Fitzherbert children. With a small smile, she pulled out her phone from her pocket and texted the one person she knew she could give it to.

[ to dad cousin  → where are you, dad?]

[ to dad cousin  → auntie elsa wants to give you something]

A small smirk made its way onto her face as she pressed send and pocketed her phone. Charlotte had grown accustomed to calling her cousin “Dad”, primarily because he had the same real name as her father. She couldn’t wait to see the annoyed look on the boy’s face once she referred to him as that again.

Thin corners of his lips twitched. Moments later, they opened in a large yawn, hurriedly covered by a hand. Tears sprang to his eyes, something he wiped away quickly with the back of his hand. The spartan schedule of daytime classes, afternoon sparring and late night practices was beginning to wear him off. He usually doesn’t care, being one who rarely complains about the small amount of sleep he gets. It was his decision to join quite a number of clubs and manage the fencing team anyway. To top it all off, he has to supervise a bunch of kids at night, if not early in the morning for their ‘boyband’. He never liked that term. Mitz organizing his schedule was like Atlas balancing the world on his shoulder, only he’s doing a bad job at it.

When the dismissal bell rang, Mitz almost leaped out of his chair in relief. Except he didn’t had the energy to do so, so he settled with lazily dragging his feet outside the room. Fresh air and no one to bother his peace and quiet. What else could he ask for? As if on cue, he felt the vibration of his phone in his pocket, an impending sense of doom flooding him at the thought of whoever’s name will pop up once he reaches for it. Mitz only has a few contacts saved on his phone, and about 90% are people he refuses to be associated with. So when he checked whom the messages came from, he let out a sigh of relief. At least Charlotte was someone he could talk to without questioning his sanity. Or so he thought.

「SMS ━ charlotte」don’t you think calling me ‘dad’ is getting a little too old? what if your friends misunderstand? i hope they do don’t go crying to me when they leave you~~ 「SMS ━ charlotte」i’m in front of the north wing by the vending machine. bring food.

With that, he shoved his phone back in his pocket and sat on the cold marble fence, waiting for Charlotte to ruin the solitude he has remaining.

[mitzfitzherbert]

dgrayxbennett

Mitz knocked on the wooden door for the umpteenth time that hour, refusing to use his voice to shout at the male sleeping at the other side of the wall. Besides, it was five in the morning and he was positive every other sane soul were still snug on their beds, sleeping soundly. If it wasn’t for practice Mitz would still be enjoying his beauty rest as well. “Bennett.” He half-shouted half-whispered, shaking on the brass knob. The prince slammed his head against the wall a couple of times in frustration, deciding that it was time to block out his conscience and pick the lock to his bandmate’s room. It’s not like he wanted to do it, but he had to. If only he’d done it from the start, then he wouldn’t have had to wait for the slim chances of Destery waking up by himself. Lockpicking has never been a problem for Mitz since his father made it his priority to teach him, so he was able to trespass into the male’s room without a hassle. “Hey.” A kick on his leg. “Wake up.” A shake of his shoulders. “Bennett!”

[mitzfitzherbert]

luciferwilson replied to your post: luciferwilson asked:“Okay, so fir…

“…Do you think we can use your hair as a mop to clean up all your bullshit?”

“No, but we can use it to hang you dead on the ceiling.” It was uncharacteristic of him, but he was panicking over everything that’s happened so far inside. How was he supposed to go to practice later that afternoon? “Hey, Wilson, do you have time to spare?”

[avtjonghyun]

how to save a life { ec x mf }

he hadn’t tried to make his powers dormant for this long, not needing to within his kingdom, so the sudden surge of it was something that’d take a while to control. going out didn’t help him as much as he thought, with his black magic causing him to emit smoke wherever he went, his eyes glowing bright as he took his usual stroll.

his powers weren’t known to most of the people he associated with, especially within the academy due to its restriction, and the fact that death had followed him remained a secret until then. the smoke grew thick as he rested his body, closing his eyes as he hissed in pain as the power surged through his vains. it wasn’t until he heard footsteps approaching that he bothered opening his eyes, breathing uneven as he looked to see who it was.

“oh.” he muttered, trying to even his breaths, “it’s you again.”

[mitzfitzherbert]

smoke filled his sight and senses; not fog nor mist, but smoke. it was polluting, suffocating enough for mitz to wake up in a tremor. he ran his fingers through messy locks, palm pressed on his forehead as he closed his eyes. he wasn’t expecting the bright green eyes that projected themselves in his head, the deadly stare that had him shivering, the vision of his own hands covered in blood, the unknown body lifeless on his lap. he opened his eyes only to find himself heaving, sweat forming on his forehead. the attempt to get up from his position on the bench was a failure, his limbs failing to function at the simplest task of standing. mitz was confused, scared, and scared of the fact he doesn’t know whar of.

it took him a good few minutes to breathe without having to seem like there’s a heavy pressure pushing on his chest, and for his legs to relearn the basic fundamentals of walking without supporting himself onto something. it’s obvious that mitz was off- that he wasn’t himself. there was always that tiny slit of possibility that his roommate had drugged him, and despite the fact that, if anything, he wanted that to be the case, he knew it wasn’t. somehow, he knew of the shitstorm coming his way and evacuating wasn’t part of the itinerary.

smoke. not again, he thought. only this time, it’s real. one would expect him to turn around and walk away, seeing as how the fragment memory of it almost had him collapsing, but there was this compelling spell that had him moving forward, had him taking one step at a time towards the impending nightmare which soon would become his reality. mitz stopped dead in his tracks, his body reacting the exact same way it did after waking up. bright green eyes stared at his wide ones, filled with either horror or disbelief. it was him. “emrys.” he breathed out through a shaky breath. and it was then did he realize that it wasn’t the smoke that was suffocating, it was him.

he opened his mouth to say something- anything- but before he knew it, his whole world turned black and he was out.

[mitzfitzherbert]

"Okay, so first of all, stop shedding. Pussies around here do that enough, y'know what I mean?" he said as a form of a greeting, stepping over the hair that was quite literally all over the floor. "Wait. Wait, fuck. It's still attached to your head. What the fuck."

“Cats. Lucifer, you can call them cats.” Mitz had his back facing Lucifer, looking out the window, the exasperation in his voice evident. How was he supposed to go out in this condition? Not that he was embarrassed- okay, maybe he was, but still. “Yes. It’s still attached to me.” He turned around too quickly that he felt the pull from having the other step on his unreasonably long hair. “I’m giving you three seconds to step off or you’re gonna be in charge of conditioning this.”

[strahaight]