#charm writes

[nocharmdone]

A Mercurial Cure

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Jacinthe is sick. Lebanne takes care of her, as usual.

1.6k words, Lebanne/Jacinthe one-shot for Playroughshipping Week day 1: Sickness/Injury <3

[trollhunterseverywhere]

Context: Aftermath of Jade finding and killing the members of a magic hating cult

*************************************

“What happened here?”

“A cult of magic hating humans.” Jade replied as she pulled her sword out from one of the cult members. “Your job is done trollhunter. The trolls they took left through that exist.”

The trollhunter paused noticing a sling most commonly used for carrying young whelps wrapped around the black and green female with two little bodies peacefully sleeping inside one most noticeably was not a troll.

“What do you plan to do with that human child?”

“She is not human. She is a child of magic. The humans killed her parents and they were going to kill her to.”

“That still doesn’t answer the question.”

“I have no intention of harming the child.”

“So you’re just going to keep her?”

“She would be safer with me another creature of magic then with humans.”

“She still looks like one of them maybe one would-“

“Do not be naive Kanjigar, most normal humans would abandon the child the moment they realize she is different they may even try and take her life much like these humans already intended to do or at the very they least will make her life torcher. And wizards and witches are not out in the open like they once were so finding one to adopt her would be near impossible. So please enlighten me trollhunter on how that is is best for her.”

The trollhunter paused not knowing what to say.

“I thought as much.”

“I still don’t see how she would be safer with you gumm gumm.”

“I’m aware you pact trolls do not think highly of us and the feeling is mutual. But we still love our children, I am just as much of a mother as you are a father and if I were to take in this child I would treat her the same as I treat the child I craved from my shadow.”

“Would Gunmar even approve?”

“Father..is not here but either would not mind or he would adjust, it’s not like she would be his first grandchild who isn’t a troll. And considering his own tendency to take in children that were not his by stone including myself I think he would see why I cannot leave her fate to the humans.” She replied as she gently touched both girls heads.

“I’m leaving Kanjigar. I rather not risk them harm or waking them by fighting you, but if you follow me I will fight you and I will kill you.” She warned dangerously as she walked off.

As much as he didn’t trust her he wasn’t going to risk harm to the whelps by fighting her either so he relented and walked off in the opposite direction.

As Jade walked she gently moved the child’s blanket thinking she saw something on it earlier but in the chaos she couldn’t get a good look.

Once moved she could make out the name Cassandra carefully embroidered on the blanket most likely by one of the child’s parents.

“You are safe now Cassandra.” She spoke gently before continuing to walk away until they were a safe distance away from the building then she began quietly chanting something watching as fire began to appear with each word around the building until it was completely engulfed in flames.

Can’t have the humans stumbling across it and getting any ideas.

[bardic-charm]

 Snow White and The Huntsman pt.1

  In one land among many others, long since forgotten in the annals of time- a prince lay innocently within the palace garden, utop a lush bed of grass.

   The sun's sparkling rays shone brightly, a gentle wind winding its way through surrounding flowers, lessening what could have been an unbearable heat.

   This prince, for a blessed and cursed moment, held the undivided attention of the queen as she beheld him through the rippling surface of her magic mirror.

   Though their status may have dictated it, they were no mother and son, though late father and husband had been one and the same in life. She was a woman who had risen to power, a near infinite supply of resources coming to rest at her fingertips. She could want for nothing if she could receive it instantly at beck and call.

   Beyond her wealth and reach, however, lay the reassurance of something that had long become seen as precious in her eyes- beauty. Invaluable. Irreplaceable. Her ageless fairness was spoken of, praised and admired throughout the land, and she longed to hear it all with her own ears, to see the envy that she alone invoked with her own eyes.

   And yet.

   Here was this boy. How dare he taunt her now after all of these years. Atop the flowers without a care in the world, as if he didn't know what he's done, what he's taken from her.

   "Mirror mirror on the wall," she had said, the ritualistic words ringing with an ease that spoke of the uninterrupted practice of the years she had uttered the phrase to ignite the magic she craved.

   "Who is the fairest of them all?"

   Her.

   It was always supposed to be her.

   And when it was not, well, she had the power to make it so again. Now would be no different.

   The universe had saw it fit to acknowledge the way that time and a kind, if not occasionally misguided, heart flourished within the young man. Youthful, andfull of boundless joy and song alike, the prince was a man of the people.

   Jaskier, they fondly call him when he sanders away from the walls of the palace. Jaskier, they shout, when they see him as an equal befit of the bouts of anger his mischievousness has earned him. Jaskier, they sing when he beckons them to join his endless tune.

   The queen tsks, turning away with a steely gaze. He was someone people would notice the absence of. Doing away with him, however, was not for the job of a queen.

   She would need to call upon the aid of her huntsman.

   Her butcher.

[charmtion]

🌹

thank you for the flower, sweet! this is a snippet from a [post-canon] wip of a certain lioness being the drunk wine-aunt of Winterfell... 🍷 

“Your Grace,” a voice tight-lipped hissing through the crack in the door. “Your Grace, she’s sitting on the throne again.”

send a rose meme.

[charmednights-star-vs-aus]

She would have loved you

Etheria waited until the last person left the new babies nursery before finally sneaking over herself.

There is nothing to be scared of Etheria, the child is but an infant and she and her father aren’t even full monsters..Etheria thought as she entered the room soon seeing the child’s name in big pink letters above the crib.

Mercury Comet Butterfly..the letters read.

Etheria swallowed slightly hoping not to wake her as she looked into the crib. The child mostly had her father’s side of the family’s features. Three eyes, little horns, pink hair, in mewman skin color and even a little tail. What made it very clear that she was Star’s child was the way the child was babbling in her sleep. 

“Your mother did that to, she was so full of energy that even sleep didn’t stop her.” Etheria spoke with a chuckle then looked to the child’s tail again.

 “And I have to admit that tail is rather cute on you.” The woman spoke with a smile then her eyes met the child’s middle name again..

Comet...

With small tears in her eyes now Etheria gently picked the child up. 

“She would have loved you..” The woman spoke softly as she gently hugged the sleeping baby, tears down her cheeks now.

“She would have loved you.”

______________________________________________________________

OC © Me

Star vs and it’s characters (c) Disney and Daron Nefcy

[nocharmdone]

dismaid

Summary: Lebanne will absolutely not put the maid costume on.

Pre-canon Lebanne/Jacinthe drabble for @thedrabblecollective day 5: costume. CWs: implied power imbalance and maid outfit coercion.

[AO3]

A maid costume. A maid costume? Jacinthe had thrust it into her arms and left with that saccharine grin, expecting, Lebanne presumes, for her to be in it by the time she returns.

As if. This wasn't part of the deal. Frilly dresses are a line she won't cross, even if she's sticking out in this lavish hotel already.

Jacinthe wears a pouty frown on her reappearance. "No, no, this simply won't do. You must change! Tout de suite!"

Lebanne bristles, but can't muster a retort. A gloved hand wraps around hers.

"Or do you need me to help you?"

[nocharmdone]

Red, Like the Dragon

Soren wonders why Titania keeps her hair so long, and Titania wonders why he insists on being a pain.

[AO3]

trans!Titania and her struggles with Soren. 1342 words.

content warnings: descriptions of dysphoria and fear of being outed.

[nocharmdone]

thicker than water

Summary: Micaiah destroys the blood pact, but it only solves so much.

Micaiah-centric drabble set at the end of Radiant Dawn 4E-1, first playthrough route. Written for @thedrabblecollective day 2 prompt: fading.

[AO3] or under the cut.

The pact is gone in a blink, dissolving in a flash of sparks once Micaiah has torn it. Once all those eyes are off her she tugs down her sleeve. The mark on her wrist is already fading.

She turns her hand, stares at her barely covered Brand. It, of course, persists. Not like she expects otherwise.

It stings to think of Pelleas. She could have saved him. Cursed marks serve only to remind her of that. Though she wonders that she might have deserved to live with his mistake burned into her arm forever, that she'll never forget hers.