yuri plisetsky x reader || oneshots

spell

Spell || magic au

requested

Kings, Queens, Mercenaries, Bishops, Blacksmiths, Knights and all kinds lived in your kingdom. Everyone who had lived there were very welcoming; everyone knew and adored each other. Positivity had radiated off the palace and everyone was happily contributing to help with the kingdom's needs. The place was secured and was very peaceful at this time of year. Armed men had surrounded the perimeter, ready to strike if an unfamiliar face sets foot into your town.

You had lived in a remote place from the kingdom. The castle was considerably far from where you had stayed. It would've taken you approximately some time to walk over there. You were raised with very outgoing parents. Everyone had appreciated their help and were very fond of their lively nature.

Your parents loved you, of course. Both parties admired you and were absolutely proud of you. You were a stellar student, your teachers cherished your diligent self. You had obtained a shy persona, which is quite surprising due to the fact how your parents were always blabbering about with the townspeople.

Everyone in the kingdom agreed to the King's rules. One of them being the most important one. Everyone was informed to never stray too far in the forest. You were told beasts and horrific creatures habited the green, dim lands, ready to pounce. Even the trees were feared. You had heard rumours, myths and legends regarding those who stayed and ventured off to the forest. None of the stories told terrify you. You had thought about it for some time now, all the tales seemed rubbish and pretentious. You snicker whenever you hear some children discussing the topic.

The rumours spread frightened everyone. The townspeople felt uneasy and some were too terrified to leave their house.

There had been no confirmed deaths therefore, you never believed any of these.

—

You were sick of all tales told. It bothered you to an extent.

You absolutely tired of telling everyone to wake up, and stop believing such things. You had told them there were no given proof whatsoever.

Yet, the town was stubborn and had continued to mourn the loss of a man named Adrian, which you assumed was a new rumour. You hadn't remembered an Adrian in this town.

The palace has lost its yellow glow, everything was gloomy.

The town has lost its social aura and was torn apart over some pretentious news which saddened you.

Your parents agreed with you. Hell, half of the town had agreed with you. You were glad some had a brain

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You looked out your window, the sun was climbing onto your window sills (semi-automatic though). It was a lovely view.. Orange, Yellow and Red, decorating the town's gloomy skies.

You looked to your left, where the forest stood. Out of curiosity, you wondered what lingers the woods. Was there treasure? You were an inquisitive being, 'an imaginative soul' your parents would state. You couldn't help it.

Who knows? There could've been fairies other than a crowd of beasts and some other types of monstrosity.

You stood up, away from the mahogany glazed rocking chair. You walked towards your bedroom door hesitantly, it was quite early, the majority of the town would've been asleep still.

As you reach the kitchen door, you carefully twisted the doors knob and head in, placing your used mug onto the sink. (kitchensinktwentyonepilotsthoughomygod)