Greetings, this is an original story inspired by the tale of Red Riding Hood. I would like say thank you to my best friend and co-author Olivia (@asunshinepuff) for joining me in creating this story that I have spent years on planning to write.
This story contains only original characters that were created by Olivia and myself and in this prologue there are moments of violence and adultery. We may make a mention of it in the future. I hope you enjoy. Now without further adieu!
Prolouge: Once Upon A Time
Once upon a time roughly 1,000 years ago, there was a village hidden by the snowy mountains called Mirepine. The people of this village were courteous and kind, everyone knew each other because of how small the village actually was. There the hunters, the craftsmen, the blacksmiths, the seamstresses, the bakers, the farmers, the butchers, the merchants that traveled to and from the village, the shaman who’s responsibilities revolved around healing the sick and injured as well are preparing for ceremonies, and the village the chief. There was one seamstress who could weave the most intricate and detailed of patterns, and was rumored to be the most beautiful maiden within the mountains. No one knew where she came from or how she arrived to their village, but the seamstress was attuned to the spirits that the Shaman made her his apprentice.
For years the village had been plagued with attacks from wolves. Sneaking into their village in the middle of the night, and killing their livestock. Leaving behind a bloody trail to the woods beneath the mountains.
“Haven’t you heard the hunters are going to wipe out the wolves!” A plump woman with brown hair exclaimed.
“I heard that Jean Pierre went missing a few days ago.” A younger woman with blonde hair responded.
“ Why else would they hunt down those wolves?” The plump woman retorted.
“I’m terrified to let my children play out in the meadow…” A dark haired woman commented softly.
“I heard the head Hunter’s son is going to join them.” The blonde continues, practically ignoring the soft spoken woman’s comment.
“Red? Why?” The dark haired woman looked to the blonde.
The blonde glanced to the dark haired woman, “He’s of age now, and soon to be married to that seamstress. It’s tradition for a young hunter to kill a wolf and present it to his bride.”
“I doubt the young miss would even want it. She’s such a strange girl, always speaking up for those nasty wolves.” The plump woman simply shook her head and waved her friends off before she carried on about her day.
Night was approaching and the hunters began to mount their horses and the dogs began to scent the cold winter air. A young woman with bright red hair, brown hazel eyes, freckles across nose, fair skin, and cheeks with plump red lips, walked briskly towards one of the hunters. She was dressed in a simple dark green dress with a brown cloak. A tall young man who stood out against the white snow and dark village in bright red. The woman hides behind a dwelling before she calls out to the hunter.
“Red!” The woman besieges, her hand waving him to come to her when he turned at the sound of her voice and call of his name. He quickly excuses himself from the group of hunters.
The young hunter was tall, with short dirty blonde hair, sun kissed skin and piercing light blue eyes. He was dressed in a white shirt with a black leather vest, dark brown pants and black boots. A sword at his side, hidden beneath a dark red cloak. He smiles as he approaches the woman’s hiding place.
“Luara, come to see me off?” The man smiled with a light chuckle. Luara only whispered in distress. Her hand clutching his arm tightly.
“You must promise me not to kill any of the wolves. They are only hungry. The livestock are the only source of food they have found in weeks.” Her eyes locked on Red’s blue ones.
With a sigh Red nodded his head. “I already swore to you I would never kill a wolf. As your wedding gift remember?”
Luara relaxed before she offered him a smile. “Thank you, I shall see you at dawn?”
The young hunter nods his head before he turns his head when he hears his father call for him. “I have to go.” He presses a kiss to the back of Luara’s hand before he smiles and rejoins his group.
“Travel safe!” Luara waves goodbye as her fiancé mounted his horse and left the village.
The hunt did not last long, the hunters found the wolf’s den within four hours before slaughtering nearly every wolf in sight. Red had cornered one wolf away from the group. The wolf was a small thing, with dirty brown fur and gold eyes, limping. Whining in pain, almost pleading to be spared. The young hunter kept his promise. The wolf ran free as the young hunter only watched it escape before he returned to the group of hunters who cheered in victory before making their way back to the village. Red smiled, he would be able to surprise his bride with his early return. He would arrive a few hours before the first morning light reached the peaks of the snowy mountains.
When the hunters arrived, Red quickly dismounted his horse and made his way to his bride’s dwelling. A bright smile on his face as her small hut came into view. He paused for a moment at a strange sound coming from inside the hut. From the window, he could see the candle had not been blown out. Frowning in concern, he walked towards the window to peer inside, the sounds growing louder. What he saw, shattered his heart.
Inside, was Luara laying on a blanket next to the fireplace, her skirt lifted above her waist, a young man moaning on top of her. The man looked familiar to Red. Dirty blond hair and sun kissed skin. It was his younger brother. Red tore his eyes away when Luara’s eyes met his from her place on the ground. A gasp escaped her from her lips. Red stormed away, his cloak billowing behind him.
Without a word he mounted his horse and speeded off into the forest. The other hunters watched in confusion before the cries of Luara turned their attention. She was running after Red.
Red wandered the forest for hours, the sun had dawned and the young hunter had tracked down his prey. The wolf from before. Laying exhausted against a boulder. Red approached the wounded animal, his heart ached at the sight of it. It would not survive without its pack. Kill it would be a mercy more than anything now. The wolf’s ear lay flat against its head, growling softly. Red’s blood had cooled from his rage, he kneeled beside the wolf, who’s breath was labored. The young hunter removed his glove, and gently stroked the wolf’s pelt. The wolf calmed, laying its head down before it’s eyes closed. The wolf knew it was dying. The young hunter removed his hand, the wolf opened its eyes and simply stared at Red, watching in silent acceptance when Red pulled out a dagger from the holster strapped to his thigh. The wolf looked to Red’s eyes, blinking slowly before closing them.
For what seemed like hours, Luara finally found Red. Stopping in her tracks as her eyes landed on the dead wolf Red was kneeling in front of, and the bloody dagger discarded on the white snow. Luara screamed in fury.
“How could you!?” Luara pushed the hunter out of the way, falling to the ground as she lifted the wolf to her lap. Tears streamed down her eyes. She glared at Red. “It was innocent!”
“It was dying, I merely put it out of its misery.” Red spoke softly. Exhausted as he walked to his horse.
“How dare you-”
“How dare I?! How dare you?!” Red shouted as he turned back to face the woman who he believed loved him. “You could have laid with any other man, yet you laid with my own brother?! We were engaged! I loved you!”
“Is this how you prove to me you loved me?! By killing the one creature I begged you not to!” She scoffed as she rose to her bare bloody feet. Her eyes glaring at the man.
Red gave a dry laugh. “No, it’s to show you our engagement is over.”
“So this was your petty revenge?! Killing a wolf.”
“You want the truth?! At first it was, but I knew I could never bring myself to go through with it!” Red motioned to the dead wolf. “But when I saw it, it was half dead by the time I got to it! It wouldn’t have survived without a pack or the winter with it’s wounds! Killing it was a mercy!”
Luara only laughed mockingly, her hands clutching her stomach. “A mercy?!”
Red only glared. “We’re done.” He spoke firmly. Decision made.
“Oh, we’re not finished. Don’t you turn your back on me Red.” Luara’s eyes flashed green.
“Watch me.” Red called over his shoulder, the wind blowing harshly against him. He paused when he heard Luara speak again. Looking behind him, his eyes widened as a green light emitted from the palm of her hand.
“Lupine blood spilt upon the snow,
Grip his heart under this moon,
Become the beast that you so loathed,
May your bones break and shatter,
your blood boil,
And yours screams turn to howls”
Red fell to his knees, a searing pain burned on his chest, his eyes wide in panic as he lifted his shirt to see a large black spot turn into the shape of a wolf. The black wolf’s head was on his left breast, its jaws full of teeth began to close slowly, his heart felt like it was being crushed in the wolf’s jaws. He couldn’t breath. He looked to Luara, a witch. “Luara!” his weakly called. He fell to his side as he clutched his chest in agony. He couldn’t hear the rest of the words
“-and shall you hunt the ones who hunted your kin,
Forever alone.” The witch carried on with her chanting, ignoring the hunter before the wind stopped. Red panted heavily and the pain stopped. He looked to the woman. “Wha- what did you do to me?” he voice croaked.
“I could’ve done worse but think of this as a mercy.” She sneered before she kicked him to his back. “You should be thankful. You are the first of your kind, I used only the best and most powerful magic.” She smiled. “Nothing on earth can break this spell.” She turned to his horse, mounted it. Clicking her tongue as the horse walked next to Red.
“Goodbye beloved. I hope your life is full of pain.” The witch rode away.
Red spent the remainder of the day laying in the same spot, unconscious. He woke around dusk, and staggered in the forest, trying to find his way back home. When the moon rose, Red collapsed to the forest floor and screamed.
Back at the village, everyone shuddered in fear at the sound of the most terrifying howl. Rumors spread about the wolf eating the young hunter and his bride. Neither were ever seen again. The Shaman declared that it was the wolf’s cry of revenge. And every month, when the moon was full, it was the time of the wolf.
1000 years later.
There were meadows full of the most beautiful flowers, and mountains which surrounded the village that live at the edge of the woods. But there was a danger in these woods, the villagers were tormented by a wolf. And after many nights of the wolf sneaking into the village and slaughtering the livestock, the villagers grew tired and on a dark winter night, a group of hunters went into the forest. The fresh snow made tracking the wolf easy, the howling also made certain the wolf was nearby. But the sound of an infant’s wailing in the night, in the middle of the woods drew the attention of the hunters. They searched every bush, turned every stone until at last, the leader of the hunters, Royce, a large, strong and resourceful man with brown locks, brown eyes and tanned skin, found the child near a patch of rose bushes that shouldn’t be in bloom in the middle of winter. He crouches down, gently picking up the child who had fair skin, black hair with streaks of red, and sapphire blue eyes, into his arms.
“Who would leave a child on this cold night?”
Royce silently looks at the necklace on the baby's neck, a ruby set in antlers. “We may never know, but I will not leave her to die. We must go back.”
“But what about the wolf?”
He looked to the villager, “We will return for it tomorrow, tonight we return to the village.” Then promptly walks back the way he came without another word.
As the villagers traveled home, they discussed who would take in the child, but Royce and his wife had only just taken in a daughter the past moon, and would be able to care for the child. When the group of hunters returned to the village, they separated to their homes. Royce knocks on the door to his home. The light was still on. And the chimney had smoke.
Within the comforting home of the couple, a kind and gentle young woman, Erinna, with long brown hair, blue eyes and fair skin sat in front of the fire. In her arms she gently cradled the child that she and her husband had taken in, a baby girl with fair skin, light golden blonde hair and sky blue eyes was wrapped in a blanket that matched her eye color. Erinna stood from the chair that she sat in as she heard a knock on the door. Having an inkling in her gut that it was her husband, which was surprising given it was quite early in hours of the night for the hunters to return. Walking to the door with the babe still in her arms, she opens it.
Royce entered his home, putting down his bow but adjusting the bundle in his arms. Erinna quickly closed the door, her attention drawn to the bundle he was carrying. “What has happened...?”
“See for yourself.” He lays the bundle on the table. And pushes it towards his wife.
Erinna gently places the sleeping baby girl on the chair in which she was previously sitting in, before joining her husband once again. She moves the cloth of the bundle away, her blue eyes widening as she gasps, placing a hand in front of her mouth.
Recovering, she moves the bundle a bit further away and gently places a hand upon the little one’s cheek. “Poor thing… she’s freezing.”
“I found her in the forest. No sign of her mother. The wolf would’ve gotten to her had I left her.”
“Her mother must be worried sick.” She shakes her head. “But no matter for now. I’m just relieved the wolf hadn’t reached her.”
Royce nodded his head slowly. “The hunters thought it best that we take her in until the villagers decided what to do with her.”
“I suppose that is for the best. We are already looking after one little girl,” She looks to her husband, “And you know I wouldn’t want to leave her if it means that I could help.”
“That is why I brought her here. We will look for the wolf tomorrow, or look for any sign of her parents.”
“I wonder what could’ve happened for her to be left alone like this…”
“Food. For the wolves. Where is Cassandra?” He looks around the hut.
Erinna simply walks over to the comfortable chair that she had placed Cassandra briefly to keep the baby girl calmly asleep. Gently, she picks the girl back into her arms and cradles her close, careful not to disturb her slumber since the little girl had been previously crying for a bit of time whilst her husband was out with the hunters.
“I’m going to bed. There will be a meeting in the village hall.” He stands to his feet.
Erinna nods. “Very well. I’ll be up for a few hours till I go to bed. She smiles. “Goodnight.”
The night freezes over, fresh snow covers the ground. In the morning, the villagers all gathered for the meeting. The meeting took hours but it was decided that once the child no longer needed Erinna, the child would be sent to the cottage further out of the village. Once the meeting adjourned, Royce promptly returned home. Erinna was silent as her husband explained what happened at the meeting. She sat in her seat silently, gathering her thoughts.
“What are your thoughts?” He looks to his wife.
Erinna lightly crosses her arms around herself as she sighs. “Honestly...? I don’t know whether or not this is a good idea…”
“Well... we have her until she can be fed soft foods. So best to make the most of it. It’s not as if she’s being banished. And I’m sure we would be able to see her again.
Erinna sighed in reluctant agreement, “You’re right… I’m allowing my personal feelings to get in the way of my judgement of the matter, but I shall name her.”
Royce raises a brow. “Very well. What, then, shall you name her?”
Erinna Looks to the two baby girls, sound asleep beside each other. Silently pondering for a moment a name to give to the child in question “...You found her by a rosebush, didn't you?”
“Yes. Why do you ask?”
“How about, Rosabella?” She says with a smile as she rubbed the child’s cheek.
The child, named Rosabella, was cared for until she could walk and eat solid foods. When she was one year of age, she was given to the woman who lived on the outskirts of the village. The woman was older than most women of the village, having grey hair and steel grey eyes. Her cottage was surrounded by trees, near a river. To get to her cottage, you would have no choice but to venture into the woods. The years passed by, and Rosabella would go through the woods everyday to return to her grandmother’s cottage with a basket filled with baked sweets or cloth.
This one, OTOH, I do have the capacity to judge as good or bad.Specifically, it’s bad.Do not do this.(Unless you are the DM, I guess. But even then, ask first)-Mod Pencils
GUILT LIKE THIS HASN’T grabbed hold of that thrumming, fist-like organ in his chest, twisted and pulled so violently in years. It feels crippling, almost, this sense taking hold of his bones, washing his marrow in a lake of mild anxiety. When she’d opened the door, home alone, he’d felt relief rise from the depths of dread and despair --- the last thing he would’ve wanted is for the pink shirt, golden haired devil to be there --- but it had only been momentarily, for then came the task of explaining himself. Apologising. Insisting, hoping, that she’d believe him. And to his surprise... she did. Mary Christiansen listened, patient as a saint; and she offered him no chagrin, no spite. If anything, she empathised, and explained to Robert truths veiled by a tender smile and baby blue eyes.
It hadn’t been the first time. Maybe that’s the worst part of all this --- no matter how naive and unknowing he was, newcomer that he is in an old leather jacket & battered red truck, hardly settled for a month, if that, Joseph knew exactly what he had waiting for him at home, knew exactly what he was getting himself into, knew exactly what he was doing when he slipped the golden wedding band from his ring finger. NOT THE FIRST TIME. He’s a repeat offender, according to his spouse, a serial cheater. Robert could...never cheat on anyone. The thought of betraying Marilyn, his dear, late wife like that... it makes him feel nauseous. Why be in a marriage if you’re obviously unhappy? To him, it doesn’t make sense. Is this relationship between Joseph and his wife, all some fucked up game? Some form of pretend, make believe, a load of hypocritical, fake, phoney bullshit for the rest of the neighbourhood to look upon in envy? Small doesn’t understand --- but in time, he will.
“I’m sorry.” It’s the third time he’s muttered it, now, staring into the sea of whiskey that bobs around in little round glass. Fuck, does he feel awful. They already have three children together, a boy and a set of non fraternal twins. What kind of man in his right mind risks all that? Unless the only reason they’re still together is the children. God, this is a mess. But she seems to be taking it well. Especially considering she agreed on the offer of Robert taking her out for something to drink; try and find some common ground. “I... really don’t know what to say.”
i can already tell that when jjl gets animated people are gonna be obsessed w jobin (i love him too!!) It's gonna be pretty funny seeing what hcs and reader fics people come up for him and not cause he's married w a kid but bc he's so fucking weird. like he's out here wanting to lick eyeballs and getting turned on by rock noses LOL
oh i love jobin. he is fucking weird
now normally it’s not my thing but i’m thinking of writing something uhhh morally wrong (aka adultery) with a reader-insert, lmao. will tag appropriately if i do it!
sext messages. -> @moldcursed -> — if you could do anything you want to me, what would you do?
A text from Ethan was all it took to lighten his day, the blonde had easily weaseled his way into his heart, and while Chris knew it was wrong, he just didn't care. If Ethan and himself were happy with the pleasure they earned being together, then so be it, no one had the right to judge them. Hell, if he had his way Ethan would leave his wife, but the situation was far more complicated than that. Until he was ready to voice such a harsh opinion, he was content with being a married man's dirty little secret.
( text: ethan ): mm. so many things, baby
( text: ethan ): been a bit since i got to really play with your ass
( text: ethan ): i'd rip your jeans off of you, spread those pretty cheeks and get real re-acquainted with your hole
( text: ethan ): once you're good and stretched and wet with spit after i tongue fucked you i think you know what i'd do
( text: ethan ): my load will be spilling down your legs when you go home to your wife, ethan
( text: ethan ): remember that
- Lotte tried to follow in her father's footsteps when she was a teenager and steal-she stole a pair of shoes from a shop. Her father made her go back, return the shoes, and pay the owner her wages from helping the tavern owner where her mother worked. He explained that he stole from those who did not miss it; the man Lotte took from would. He wanted better for her.
- Lotte tried to make her marriage work. She dutifully kept her husband company, ran the home, and laid with him. In a moment of rage, he slapped her for not ensuring his trousers were folded the way he'd always folded them. After that, she stopped trying.
-One of the house maids said that Lotte's husband was married before her, but his wife left in the night after a horrid fight. To save face, he quickly found another wife and told everyone he kicked his former wife out for cheating.
-Lotte does not enjoy much of anything at all, but when she feels the rare spark, it is for music and casual sex. Lotte has never felt love for anyone other than her parents.
