The Guardian of Halloween [A Disney Fanfic]

𝔎𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔣 ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔰 [𝔓𝔞𝔯𝔱 1]

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The Red King [Iraceli of Crims] x fem! reader

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Y/N had always thought that the saying 'going haywire' was a little odd. She had no idea of where such a saying would come from, and yet, it was a saying, and one that could aptly describe the predicament she was currently trapped in.

Headless Horsemen were about as common in Underland as complacency or normal-ness. The odd occurrence would pop up here and there when a clock chimed on time for once and the clouds decided to rain in spring and snow in winter, but those occurrences of a sense of the sane were few and far in between. Still, Headless Horsemen seemed a bit odd for Underland. Up until recently, there had been no record of such creatures even existing, but now, they were in Underland. At least, if one was willing to believe the word of a semi-conscious farmer drunk on powerful liquor who had stumbled to the castle from his farm on the farthest reaches of the kingdom.

The man had stumbled into the castle late one night as thunder and hail raged outside, accompanied by the odd snowflake, and had immediately been escorted to the throne room for an audience with the kings. Y/N had been woken by her betrothed, Iraceli of Crims, and had been summoned to the throne room to listen to the haggard man's ramblings. She had been half asleep during the interrogation but had startled awake at the mention of Headless Horsemen who were rising from the graves and stampeding towards the castle.

"Has there ever been a record of Headless Horsemen in Underland," Y/N had asked the kings after the man had been escorted out of the throne room. The servants had brought the trio some much-needed beverages and a crumpet or two for a light snack. It was only midnight after all.

"No," Miran said with a sigh. "At least, not that I can recall." He turned to his brother. "Did Father or Mother ever tell you anything?"

Iraceli let out a huff as he fell back on his throne, crossing his arms together. "Mother and Father never told me anything after you were named the heir. As far as they were concerned, I could become a guard in the castle or take up hatting."

A chittering exclamation echoed through the throne room and Y/N glanced up, smiling when she saw her wondrous friends approaching, the hatter seemingly irritated at Iraceli's comment about becoming a hatter.

"I take personal offence at that, I'll have you know," Tarrant muttered, pointing a thimble-capped finger at Iraceli.

Iraceli just rolled his eyes and turned back to his brother. "If Mother and Father didn't tell you anything, then what are we supposed to do? Do we even know why they're coming here?" He rose from his seat and started pacing up and down the dais. "Or why they decided to wake after all these years?" He turned back to his brother. "How long have they been dead?"

Y/N bit her lip and glanced around at her friends. She knew what they were thinking. Spirits usually only rose when granted an opportunity to deal with unfinished business. And usually, that unfinished business is resolved around the one who had put them in the ground in the first place.

"Iraceli," Y/N said, rising to her feet and wrapping her robe tighter around her body, "if they are headless..."

Iraceli froze and turned to Y/N. "You think I had something to do with it?"

"Not recently," Y/N said. "But you were a bit of a tyrant in the past."

Iraceli seemed inclined to debate this point, but Y/N cut him off.