cloudychoso
⌞yan!twst x fem!reader⌝
The tales we speak to our children through the hauntings of the night are a comforting lullaby of good against evil. Between the cooing to settle any fretful tears and the taut bedsheets that stave away the cold, the delicate children of the world hear the same tales --- a prince being rescued, a dragon slain, a kiss between soulmates. It's a journey of reassurance that, no matter what happens in the night, the sun will bloom in the end. The prince will always find a way to be saved. The villain will always die.
All stories are based on some form of history, but alas, it is the role of the victor to tell it. The betrayal that leads to a prince's capture is never told. The blood that falls comes from the claws of a dragon instead of the hero's sword. The lover's kiss is a blissful hello and not a bittersweet farewell. It is this that makes them fairytales, but it is history that makes them real.
Unfortunately, you have been ushered into the role of the villain, and perhaps, it has always been yours to fulfil.