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Another random question for your ocs and yourself if you'd like! How would your ocs react to being given fruit punch? That stuff is amazing to me and I enjoy it very much- *hands a bottle of fruit punch to each of them*

(can you tell I just got back from the store with some? Omg it's so good :'D)

Hello Halobun! Thank you so much for the ask! I'm sure the boys (and Aurelis) will appreciate the fruit punch!

Jasper: wait don't punch me-! Oh, ohhhh it's the name of a human drink. I haven't gotten to eat a lot of fruit before, there's not a lot of fruits native to this forest. Oh. Oh my goodness! Where did you get this!? It's like drinking a sunset!! Thank you! Does Y/N know about this stuff? Can I share some with her?

Alaric: why thank you, I'll be sure to share it with my colleagues. *he smiles politely* *he proceeds to spike his portion with some kind of alcohol, a bit more alcohol than necessary as a matter of fact*

Viridis: for me? Oh you really shouldn't have! How nice! *he guzzles the whole thing in one sitting*

Lucien: oh, um, thank you. (he doesn't have the heart to tell you he can't drink it). Simon, Y/N, would you care to...?

Jacinth: You are offering nourishment from your realm? How adorable! Yes, thank you very much. *he tries it*. Well, it is very good for a human drink! Well done, human! Would you care to try some fae fruit as a token of gratitude? (say no, Halo, for your own sake)

Kai: Great Neptune! Where did you manage to get so much of this? It must have cost you a pretty penny. Unless, of course, you acquired it in a more... creative manner? The crew will love this. And I'd imagine my little fish would as well.

Kiran: Oh sweet! Thanks! *he chugs it straight from the bottle*. Ah, I... probably should've saved some for Y/N. Where'd you buy this?

Colt: What's that you've got there? It don't look like moonshine. Oh, dang, this is fancy stuff! Thank you kindly, that was a might generous. Hey, Miss Y/N! C'mere!

Caius: How generous of you, Miss. This is indeed very kind. I shall put it to good use.

Frederick: What have you got there? Oh, it's for me? Thank you! What kind of potion is it? It's not a potion? It tastes so... I can't quite describe it. It's almost as if it's multiple things at once? Fruit punch? I have never had punch like this before. Would you mind sharing the recipe?

Aurelis: For me? Thanks! *it turns into a slushy as soon as she takes it* Yeah... that, that happens a lot. I can make you a popsicle if you want?

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Tales of Ridire: Frederick and the Fae Promise Part 6- Nightmares

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This part isn't quite as long as the other pieces, but most of this is still going under the cut. I'm excited for you guys to see this next part, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it!

The forest trees towered above, letting little light filter through them. They swished and creaked with whispers of dark omens and foreboding promises. Frederick sat with his back pressed against a mossy trunk, and despite his best efforts, he could not get up.

A rustle in the undergrowth, and a figure materialized from the inky mists on the forest floor. He wore verdant armor of an unnatural shade, and his very skin was like that of leaves. His hair curled like thick moss. Sprigs of holly adorned his veridian brow, and his glowing eyes seemed to bore into Frederick’s soul. In his hand he gripped an axe, the blade of which carried spiraling lichen. Crusted ichor stained the otherwise-green growths.

Frederick’s stomach dropped to the tree’s roots. He tried to scream, but nothing more than a hoarse whisper escaped his unparted lips.

The Green Knight approached, his footsteps like thunder. He grabbed Frederick by the collar and maneuvered him until he was kneeling over a log. He heard him raise the axe high, and-

Frederick jolted awake with a scream that could wake the dead. He willed his rapid heartbeat to slow. He gulped down deep, shuddering breaths. His surroundings brought only a small amount of comfort. A bubble ceiling, pink petal walls, and a lily pad floor. Not the untamed forests of Camelot and certainly not the home of the Green Knight.

A nightmare. That was all. Not that reality was infinitely better. After all, he still couldn’t move.

Eventually, the stars in the sky receded behind the grey dawn, and the first rays of the morning peeked through the horizon. their warmth slowly but surely began to grow feeling back into Frederick’s body. His throat was dry, and his stomach growled angrily, but all he cared about was being able to move again.

His eyes darted back and forth, and upon finding no sign of Sapphire, he sat up. He was just about to swing his legs off the side of the bed when the vines from before slithered over his limbs and pulled themselves taut.

“By the stars!” he hissed.

The scent of rain wafted through the room, and Sapphire fluttered over to his bedside.

“Good morning, Raindrop,” she greeted sweetly, “I see you’ve found use of your body again.”

She sat down on a giant pearl adorned with a mossy cushion. In her hand she held a wooden bowl of abnormally large berries. She plucked a fragment of a giant blackberry and offered it to him.

“I could hear your stomach from across the water.” she giggled.

The berry dripped with juice, and it glistened in the early sun. It was large and vibrant. Frederick could only imagine how it must taste.

And yet, Frederick wasn’t completely incompetent.

“Thank you, but I do not wish to eat,” he said.

“Won’t you try just a little?” Sapphire asked.

“Not if it is from this realm.”

Sapphire huffed.

“Clever boy,” she muttered, “it was endearing at first, but now it is beginning to vex me.”

“You ought to let me go, I am simply insufferable to live with.”

“I know a lie when I hear one.” Sapphire scowled, “you were very loved by your human companions, and so you shall be loved by me. Whether you want it or not.”

Frederick tried to focus on something other than the berries in front of him. What an interesting object in the corner there, had that always been there? It was like a large, metal potion vial, and it said “OXYGEN” on it in large, wide-spaced letters.

Sapphire sighed.

“You must drink at least,” she said, offering him an oyster shell filled with water.

“No thank you,” it pained Frederick to say, “I do not wish to be tied to this realm.”

“Drinking fae water will not tether you to this realm,” Sapphire said.

Finding no room for a stretched truth, Frederick let his lips part for the water. His throat soaked up the liquid like a sponge in Augustin’s kitchen. Oh, Augustin’s kitchen. Where there was vanilla and chocolate and bread and fresh fruits and vegetables and soups and meats and-

No. No! Frederick shook his head. Do not think about food. Do not think about roasted beef or pasta and bean stew or jam scones or-

Frederick screwed his eyes shut. He needed to get home. Fast. Preferably before lunch.

…

“We last saw him here, sir,” the elven messenger said.

Galiot held up his hand, and the rescue party came to a halt. The horses’ hooves kicked up the mud below.

Galiot dismounted his steed and drew his sword. Mud squelched under his boots, but according to the Verheimans, it hadn’t rained here in over a week.

“Show me the portal.” Galiot looked at the messenger.

He dismounted as well; he began to lead the old knight through the foliage. A glint in the undergrowth caught Galiot’s eye. He crouched down and wiped the muck from the iron pendant. He whispered a curse.

He unclasped the chain and drew it around his own neck. The elf pointed to a large, shimmering blue pool. It was unnaturally clear, and vibrant grasses flowed at the bottom. Galiot knew that it wasn’t at all as shallow as it looked.

He took a deep breath.

“If I am not back by eve of the first of Rowan-Blossom, send the company after me,” he said.

“Sir?”

Without warning, Galiot dived into the pool. He disappeared beneath the surface with a splash that carried a strange melody. Ripples sparkled up against the grassy edges, then the forest was quiet once more.

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Tales of Ridire: Frederick and the Fae Promise: Part 5: Consequences

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Here is the next part to Frederick and the Fae Promise! Things are only going to get worse from here~

It might have been better if Frederick had simply drowned on the way to the fae realm. The vines had slithered all the way up past Frederick’s shoulders, tightening to an uncomfortable degree. His struggles did nothing to ease this. Sapphire turned in midair and hovered across the crystal path to one of the enormous lily pads.

One of the giant petals of the water lily opened to let Sapphire and her captive pass through.

Scattered about the space were little basins of water, some of which were made from hollowed crystals, others from giant pearls that no oyster in the human realm could ever hope to make. An un-popped bubble created a ceiling at the top of the petal walls. It let the sunlight in but still provided shelter from the world outside.

Within the water lily stood various furnishings. There were familiar things, such as a bed and a table with chairs, but also more peculiar items that Frederick could not begin to find the words to describe. Sapphire would later list the names of some of these objects, which would only serve to confuse him further. After all, just what in the world was a scuba mask, a snorkel, or a waterproof camera?

Sapphire asked the vines to shift, and within minutes, Frederick found the plants pinning his calves to his thighs and his wrists behind his back. They quite literally rooted him to the spot.

“You look nice like this,” Sapphire remarked.

Frederick’s glare could pierce through steel.

Sapphire tapped her finger against her chin and her foot on the deep-green floor.

“I have your punishment!” she declared suddenly.

“This isn’t the punishment!?” Frederick exclaimed.

More of the vines wrapped around his mouth, some going between his teeth and others winding over his lips.

“Since you are so fond of using your legs to carry you away, I will stop them from carrying you at all. Human, I hereby curse you with paralysis for one sunrise.”

“Hmph!?”

As soon as the curse had left her lips, all feeling in his body drained out of him like water down a path. His breath hitched as his struggling completely ceased. The vines receded from his limbs and face, slithering back into the water they had surfaced from. Without their support, he immediately fell forward; he would have landed on his face had Sapphire not caught him.

Sapphire looked at him thoughtfully. She carried him over to a bed of moss and featherdown and lay him on top. She set his hands at his sides and brushed some of his hair from his face.

He wanted to beg for her to take it back, but his lips wouldn’t part. His voice barely carried through his throat. Any sound he made was reduced to a pathetic, quiet whimper.

“Shhh,” Sapphire put a finger to his lips, “you brought this on yourself. I am not a cruel fae, I could have made it three sunrises, or even forever. Be grateful, human.”

He could feel his heart threatening to beat right out of his chest. It thumped rapidly, while his eyes pleaded with his captor to release him, at least let him move again.

Sapphire settled down on the bed, laying on her side and propping herself up with her elbow. She unlaced the top of his shirt a little more, tracing swirls and patterns into his chest. Even though he couldn’t feel it, he wanted nothing more than to get away from her and her touch.

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The elven messenger’s hands rested on his knees as he gasped for breath that couldn’t come fast enough. Though he had arrived at Highcrest Castle on horseback, he had ran all the way from the front gate to the throne room. King Hrethric and Queen Morgana exchanged a puzzled look.

“Your majesties,” he panted, “your son, Prince Frederick, has been- *gasp*- taken to- *gasp*- the fae realm.”

“What!?”

Hrethric rose at once, closing the distance between the messenger and himself.

“When? How?” he demanded, gripping the elf by the shoulders.

“At noon today,” the elf wheezed, “lured into a portal.”

Galiot burst through the doorway next, panting just as heavily.

“Your majesty, Prince Frederick is nowhere to be found,” he said, “the guards said he departed for Verheim this morning with Prince Folium. I can retrieve him before they get to-”

“Sir Galiot,” Hrethric said.

There was a graveness in his voice that carried over sixteen years of worry and fear that had finally been released into despair.

“It’s happened.”

Galiot’s face matched Hrethric’s. Morgana had descended from her throne and clung to her husband’s arm.

“Is the portal still open?” Morgana asked quietly.

“Yes, your majesty,” the messenger said, “the king of Verheim means to find a way to enter undetected.”

“Take me to the portal,” Galiot said.

“Sir?” the messenger asked.

“It’s my bloody fault he’s in this mess,” Galiot said, “I’ll get him out. I swear it on my life.”

“Sir Galiot, we have discussed this for sixteen years,” Hrethric said, “once claimed, there is no way out. They will have his name, and they will also have fed him their food by now.”

Morgana stifled a sob.

“There is always hope, your majesty,” Galiot argued, “Frederick knows well enough to not have given them his name. Without it, they only have but so much power.”

Galiot waved a knight over.

“Prepare the horses,” he said, “we will depart at once.”

“Sir!”

The knight went to make preparations. Galiot started to leave, though not in the direction of the stables.

“Sir Galiot?” Hrethric called.

“I need biscuits!”

Galiot’s footsteps echoed out of the throne room, leaving Hrethric, Morgana, and the messenger in a state of perplexity that mingled with their despondence.

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Tales of Ridire: Frederick and the Fae Promise Part 4- The Fae Realm

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I'm so excited for you guys to read this one! It is long, so it's going under the cut!

Frederick blinked the water from his eyes and sat up on the mossy ground. He looked around wildly, not at all recognizing his surroundings. Great mushrooms the size of trees loomed overhead, and lily pads with the circumference of a tower’s base floated on a sparkling lake. Upon each pad grew a water lily that could easily fit a small cottage within its petals. Stepping stones made of crystals dotted the surface of the water, making trails to each of the lilies.

He had to be hallucinating. That was the only logical explanation for it. Had one of his potions backfired again? He pushed through the fog in his mind for answers. The last thing he remembered was Folium asking him something, followed by the sound of rain.

That didn’t help much. He tried to recall anything more recent, but the mists in his head would not part any further. Without warning, Frederick sneezed. He became intimately aware of the fact that he was soaking wet. He shivered and hugged himself as he stood.

“Folium?” Frederick called.

No answer. He turned in a small circle. The same surroundings greeted him from all sides, along with occasional, faint giggles from the undergrowth.

“Who’s there?” he demanded.

His hand went for his sword. He unsheathed it with a swish and held it in a white-knuckled grip. The giggles, of which there were several now, only increased.

“I should very much like to wake up now,” Frederick muttered, then, more loudly, “show yourselves!”

The sound of rain returned, and with it the scent of petrichor. A woman approached him through the undergrowth.

Frederick had never seen a stranger sight in his life. For one thing, her skin was the most unnatural shade of blue, more so than that of someone that had frozen to death in a snowstorm. Her eyes held a grey-blue sky within them, and her ears came to little points at their ends. Her deep-blue hair fell in watery cascades down her back, and the white freckles that dotted her face were like flecks of splashing water.

More extraordinary than all of this was the fact that the woman had not walked toward him; she had floated. For on her back sprouted a pair of blue wings with a composition much akin to a dragonfly’s. They fluttered behind her now, supporting her as she circled him in midair.

“Hello, little one,” she beamed.

Frederick followed her every move with his sword, not daring to lower it.

“Who are you?” he asked, hoping his voice sounded firmer than it felt.

“I am called Sapphire,” the woman said, “may I have your name?”

Frederick’s eyes widened. Oh, how he wished he had only been hallucinating after all. Based on the stories, he knew all too well where he was. He didn’t know much about the fae, for Galiot and his parents always got strangely quiet and distant when he asked about them, but he knew enough to recognize one of their kind when he saw one. And he also knew what not to do should one of them ask the question that this one had just posed.

“You may not,” Frederick said, “my name is mine and mine alone.”

Sapphire’s smile flickered for only a moment. It returned even broader than before.

“Oh, clever boy,” she praised, “I see you know more than I presumed.”

She stopped right in front of his sword’s razor-sharp point.

“You must also know not to insult me,” she said sweetly, “and pointing a blade such as this at your host is rather rude, is it not?”

Frederick did know that, he had just forgotten he knew that. With reluctance, he sheathed his blade.

“As honored as I am to be invited to your realm,” Frederick said, “I have urgent business to attend to in my own. I should like to return there at once.”

“Oh?” Sapphire’s eyes twinkled, “and do you know how to get back to your realm?”

“I had hoped you would tell me.”

Fae couldn’t lie, so hopefully this ordeal would be over as soon as it had-

“I don’t want to, so I will not,” Sapphire said, circling him once more, “I have waited ever so long for your arrival, and I do not intend to let you go so easily.”

Frederick huffed. Now what was he to do?

“Very well. I shall figure it out on my own.”

He started to walk away, but something wrapped around his ankle and held him fast. He looked down and saw wet, leafy vines had crawled out of the water and were snaking up his legs.

“I said I did not intend to let you go so easily,” Sapphire said, “while I am not a plant fae, these vines and I have a good relationship with each other. They have been gracious enough to assist me.”

Frederick had drawn his sword once more, manners be cursed, and was attempting to hack at the vines. His steel blade barely gave them a scratch. They climbed up his body like a trellis, pulling his arms down and pinning them to his sides. Every breath Frederick took became shallower as it became abundantly clear just how immobile he had become.

The vines were almost to his neck when they recoiled. They started to wither at the tips, their strength waning until only his forearms and below were properly secured. He still couldn’t get free of course.

Sapphire’s brows knitted together.

“What have you got around your neck, human?” she asked.

She approached him with caution. Frederick wanted to put distance between them, but it seemed like the vines were pulling him closer to her. Sapphire trailed a finger around his collar. She cried out when she touched the chain of his pendant.

“What accursed object have you brought with you?” she demanded, cradling her burnt finger.

“I didn’t bring anything,” Frederick countered, “you abducted me.”

She took a deep breath. She untied his shirt at the neckline, exposing his chest. There upon it sat the pendant, its dark sapphire glinting in its black setting. The metal was mildly warm against his skin, but not hot, and certainly not enough to burn someone. Sapphire took a few hasty steps back until she was at arm’s length.

“Iron,” she spoke the word like a curse, “I might have known.”

She nodded to the vines, which slithered down enough to release Frederick’s hands.

“Take it off,” she said, “and cast it through there.”

She pointed to a large pool in the moss, big enough for a person to fit through.

“Is that the way back to the human realm?” Frederick asked.

Sapphire refused to answer. That would be a yes then.

“This pendant was a gift,” Frederick said, not making a move, “I want to keep it.”

“This is your final warning,” Sapphire said, but made no move to get closer.

“Remove the vines.” Frederick said.

Sapphire rolled her eyes.

“Suit yourself, human.”

Good. Once he was free of the plants he could simply jump into the portal and then have it filled with dirt and stone.

Sapphire flew toward him, closing the distance between them in the blink of an eye. She tore the chain from around his neck, breaking it at once. She gritted her teeth and fought to not cry out. With a plop and a splash, Frederick’s only protection from the fae disappeared across the planes.

Sapphire summoned a bubble of cool water from the lake and slipped her hand inside it. The liquid soothed her, and soon enough her blue skin had completely healed.

She turned to Frederick with a smile, but in her eyes she wore a withering gaze of fire.

“Right,” she said, “I did warn you, human. Now let’s see about a consequence for your defiance.”

Part 5- Consequences

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Hiii, it's me again with some more questions if that's okay :D 🎮🔒🦌🧣 for Frederick, I need more crumbs of information from that man !! C:<

Late Christmas Ask with Frederick

Hi Hi!! I don't mind answering some more questions! Sorry it took me a while to post, but I've been feeling inspired lately.

🎮 Do they allow Darling to have access to devices?

Unlikely. The rest of the cult aren't able to have access to devices, so naturally, Darling wouldn't either. Buttttt Darling would have some exceptions to this rule. Frederick would allow them to watch (carefully selected) movies on some occasions, maybe during the holidays, if he's just in a good mood, etc.

🔒 How strict are they with Darling?

50/50, depending on his mood. If he's having a good day, he lets Darling get away with certain things. Of course, this doesn't mean Darling can straight up leave, and there won't be consequences. Darling is just able to get away with simpler things, like a messy room, accidentally wandering off (within the area of the house), etc. But if he's having a bad day, it's almost like Darling is bound to get in trouble no matter what. Darling could give him too much attitude, and then suddenly, they are trapped in the bunker with him.

🦌 What's their favorite Christmas activity to do with Darling?

Making and decorating gingerbread cookies. He lets Darling decorate most of the cookies, allowing them to use any amount of colors/icing on the cookies.

🧣 How concerned are they about Darling being in cold weather?

Darling is bundled up more than anyone else in the cult. Gloves, scarf, hats, layers on top of layers.