Twisted Disney

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Red glistens against gold, trickling down from the pointed crests to the band circling his head. Jewels glitter in the light, rubies, sapphires, and emeralds shining as he tilts his head to the side. He laughs, a harsh cackle that rings through the hall and echoes in the old king’s ears.

“̸You ̡kn҉ow ͠wh̶at t͜he̕y sa̧y̨,̢ ỳo͞ur h҉ig̵h̕nès̕s̸,̀” he grins, crossing his legs over the throne’s arm. He leans back against red velvet and cold brass, green eyes gleaming in delight. “̡Y̡ou҉ ͏sh̢ou͝ld ̢śe̶e̶ m̢e͝ in̨ ͏a͟ ̢cr̨o̕wn.”

A/N This goes in with my Twisted Disney AU! Follow the blog @twisteddisneyjse

TW: Gore/Slight Gore, Fantasy Violence.

I’m gonna run this nothing town Watch me make ‘em bow One by one by, one O͞n͢e̶ ̨by ́on͡e̴ ҉b̀y, ͝ǫne

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The fire that burns the brightest is often the first one to die out

A tale from the @twisteddisneyjse AU, made by @theremswrites and the @jse-writing-community

Beta: @anothermarkiplierfan

Words: 2309

CW’s: sliiight gore near the end. Feel free to DM me with questions/concerns!

Deep in the woods where the shadows grew taller than the trees, a cottage lay nestled among the twisting roots. It was simple at first glance but with hints of greater care and wealth if one were able to get close enough. Once it had been a home to two voices that would laugh and curse and plan together. But they were long gone for stronger walls and had gutted the cottage as they left, leaving it a shell.

Now the forest was beginning to reclaim it, vines creeping over the wooden beams as they did over branches, broken windows allowing any small thing inside, moss and lichen replacing the once fine carpet on the floor. Birds and bats made their homes up in the eaves and in the attic, through the dripping roof, retaking the space that the cottage had long ago carved out of the forest. Over time, the vines grew sharp, thorny whips cutting into the softening wood. The other plants seemed to twist and darken, the branches overhead closing in until it was rare for light to brush the ground.

And yet, as it had for months now, smoke rose from the chimney. A fire struggled to keep hold of the damp wood in its hearth, flickering and cast humanoid shadows on the walls. Propped up by the door, which had to be wedged shut, was a bow and quiver full of arrows, finely fletched but poorly kept. The bones and fur of a rabbit lay discarded on the counter, and by the table was a cask of rich golden liquid that always seemed to refill when no one was looking. And slumped by the hearth, taking what little warmth there was to offer from the fire, a figure as ragged as his clothing, blinking hazily at the flames as his calloused fingers twitched around an empty cup.

As night fell and the shadows grew ever taller, they began to creep into the cottage, snuffing out what was left of the flames and quickly reclaiming the house for their own. They crawled across the floor and up the walls, climbing into the attic and chasing out the bats. Back downstairs, they reached the man shifting restlessly in his sleep on the chair, coiling up and around him and seeping into his mind, growing sharp as he shuddered and made a faint noise that no one would hear. There, they whispered, as they always did, twisting his dreams, catching at his thoughts, driving the madness ever deeper into his mind and marrow.

And as the house and the man inside were overrun with shadows, as they were every night, the whistling wind carried in the sound of faint, harsh laughter.

Tw: gore!

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Screams rang through the air, lost to the delighted cheering of the crowd, lost to all except one. The boy’s mouth was parted in shrieks of horror, disbelief and pain, so much pain, and he stood there, watching the woman’s features contort and burn, watching her once pale, delicate skin turn charred and black under the cruel flames that licked her body, unforgiving as they burned her to a crisp. It was torture until the final moments, bright brown eyes closed against the agony, until her head dropped limply, an action which her whole body soon followed suit in.

A harsh intake of breath, a stumble backwards - and yet Marvin’s sky blue eyes remained fixed on the terrifying sight before him, unable to tear themselves away from the disfigured corpse of his mother, incinerated for her crimes. He whimpered, blinking as long held back tears started to fall, staining his dusty cheeks. White noise filled his mind, blocking out all though besides the constant buzz of she’s dead she’s dead I didn’t save her oh god what will I do now I-

The now orphan fell, tripped by some lone leg in the excited crowd, and there on the hard, unpleasant ground he stayed, curling up into a ball as more wetness dropped and met his cheeks. Marvin remained there as he cried, cried and cried, completely unaware of how the movements around him seemed to slowly cease, unaware of how the air shifted, silencing those jeers and yells, and he only started to realise something was different, that something had changed, when he felt footsteps stop right in front of him, and when he heard the low, yet comforting murmur of someone who was clearly talking to him. “Are you alright, child?”

Breath hitching, Marvin quickly lifted his head, eyes widening in fear at the daunting figure in front of him. The newcomer’s sharp green eyes bored down into him, and they seemed to see right through him.. into his very soul, really. A long pause followed, the young boy too scared to say anything, but finally, he managed to straighten and after a moment, he shook his head, a tad shakily. At that a small, warm, inviting smile moved up the other’s lips, revealing a set bright white teeth.

“Come with me.” A hand was now being reached out, to him, and he was evidently supposed to take it, but hesitation prickled in him like thorns, asking him, did he really want to go with this person?

Where else are you to go? His thoughts whispered back, reminding him of the harsh truth - both of his parents were no more. One dead, one gone. He had nothing to lose, really, in going with this stranger.. it certainly couldn’t be worse that what he would be facing without him, could it?

And so, Marvin took it, and as he did, his fingers experienced a jolt of electricity, a buzz that ran down his arm and then sparked off, but it filled him with a sense of.. hope, especially as he met the man’s promising gaze, one filled with the future, a future free of pain. He managed a smile.

“My name is Anti.” His voice was smooth, with almost a happy undertone to it, but it was one that immediately made the orphan feel comfortable, like he had finally found his place, his rightful one. “May I know yours?”

There was a slight pause, but by no means a hesitation, the boy merley taking a moment to tilt his head in curious, blue eyes sparkling. “Marvin. It’s Marvin.”

———

The gentle snow drifts outside their castle were calling Marvin’s name, he had always loved the snow, but for this time it was different, vastly so. He was in a white gown, long and beautiful, only the best furs for Marvin as Anti had said. As his dedicated servants dressed him he felt the magic in the gown wash over him, it was a little secret really, the magic was Anti’s, it left him feeling warm and made his heart beat faster in his chest.

 Anti told him to meet him in the central courtyard, the one with the large tree he loved, he hadn’t the slightest idea for why, but as he slowly put on his delicate silver choker that was so woven to look as if it was lace holding the emeralds against his neck he felt a sense of calm wash over him, Anti’s emotions, he noted. The last thing he was placed in was his boots, the long leathers would keep his legs warm.

 His servants put on the silver dress decorations and his crown before pulling the hook up to rest delicately against his hair. The actual walk to the court yard made Marvin feel regal, his skirts gathered in his hands as he marched, the clacking of his boots echoing while he passed the rows of dedicated servants to him, men who would sell their souls to him for just a tease of a kiss. But they didn’t matter, not now.

 He was far too lost in his head, the sleeves and skirt making him want to move as he usually did, a free breeze, but he was asked to walk to the court yard as he was, so he would.He wasn’t expecting to see the rows of women, kneeling and sobbing, others shaking, but it was a welcomed sight. Marvin’s eyes soon lifted to meet the sharp green of his King, he was in all black, as usual, but it was his most formal leather, the one with furs in deep black around to keep him warm…

 It was all rather odd, until Anti spoke, his words so sweet and tender, words that made a flush rise to his cheeks before a long slow kiss was placed upon his lips, one he returned to his king with all he could, though before he could ask if this was all, a blade was placed in Marvin’s hand, the glint of pure blood-lust making him gain a dreamy smile as he killed each and every lady there, his pretty dress being stained while his neck and shoulders were given attention under the others careful attention, though once Marvin was done he turned, looking up to Anti with blood stained cheeks.

 "My King, I love you, I am yours.“ The response made him shiver, right as he leaned up to kiss his King in the blood covered snowy grounds.

 "My Queen, I love you, I am only yours." 

It was supposed to be simple.

He’s done this parry since he was a mere boy. It’s a little flick of the blade, catching the other’s tip in the hilt and twisting it out of their grip. Even with the lack of practice since the curse, it should’ve been easy and smooth.

But with a single drop of crimson, he’s sealed his fate.

His palm stings, the cut slicing through thin layers of skin and flesh, and there’s a ringing in his ears, pushing and pulling with the waves of static coursing through his skull. He drops the dagger and his blood sings, pulsing and pounding through his heart as it pulls him forward, forcing him to clasp a firm hand on his advisor’s shoulder to keep his balance. Blue eyes- so clear, so full of life- stare into victorious green, and it takes a long, slow moment before a horrified expression strikes his face, betrayal piercing through his dulling gaze. “Jem…”

JJ smirks, a cruel smile that mars his face, twisting it into something unrecognizable, and the mask falls, a snap of silent fingers revealing his true form in a flare of glitches. The prim, proper blue of his vest becomes a deep black cloak, cascading over his shoulders and slinking into the shadows, and a crown of thorns cross his brow, rubies, sapphires, and emeralds glittering in the low light of the prince’s chambers.

“Time’s up, pet. Y҉o̷u'r̛e͏ m̕in͜e.”

The static rages in his ears, drilling into his brain and under his skin, and he chokes back a sob, bloody tears running down his face. There’s a clawed hand on his face, sharp nails digging into his jaw, and he can’t look away- his hope, his trust, his very life stripped away by the demon in front of him.

“͞N̷o͡ẁ ̧d̡on̛’t ͘c͞ŗy,҉ ̸J͟a͜c̡k͜.” He croons, a thumb stroking a crimson tear away with a fanged grin. “Th͞is͘ w͢ąs̵ aļw̴a̸ys̸ me͜an̴t t͠o̕ b͏e.”

The static reaches a crescendo, breaking through his defenses as whispers creep through his mind, twisting and warping his perceptions. Give in give in givein giveingiveingiveingiveingivein-

And finally, he falls.

His strength fails him, the last spark smothered in his dull eyes, and he collapses to his knees, his limp body the demon’s to control. Green overtakes blue, swallowing everything in his empty stare, and there’s a laugh above him, a crow of triumph and pure glee that he’s drawn to like a moth to a flame.

Distantly, he can hear a door open, but he pushes it aside, his focus on his master and his master only. The whispers speak to him, telling him forgotten truths and new orders in hushed tones, and he can’t help but listen, the harsh words seeping into his brain and swelling with every breath.

The static overtakes him again, surrounding him and engulfing him in their grasp, and he welcomes it, a blissful smile dancing on his lips as he’s whisked away from the sound of a scream.

But he ignores it.

His Master is everything. Nothing else matters.

Only Him. Only Anti. 

Only His King.

Okay, so this is an AU that several members of the @jse-writing-community collaborated on together to make, and a masterlist of all the pieces will be out on @twisteddisneyjse sometime as more writers share their versions of the tale, so if you like this, check out the AU blog!