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Title: 5 Ways Wolf Could Have Proposed
Fandom: The 10th Kingdom
Author’s Note: Written for![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
mzminola
Rating: PG-13 (unbeta’d so be warned.)
Characters: Virginia and Wolf
Alpha
“I’m not afraid of you, Wolf,” Virginia told him, as they walked away from Little Lamb Village.
Wolf stopped short and stared at her.
Tony and the Prince were walking ahead of them, snippets of Tony’s one-siding conversation drifting back.
Wolf looked at her, and her eyes were soft, the same sweet, caring blue they been when the villagers had tried to burn him. They’d had to hold her back, and even as the wood piled around him he’d known he was lucky to have one person who wouldn’t cheer as his flesh charred.
“I’m not,” she repeated, and she smelled of sincerity and, now that he was staring hungrily at her, faintly of nerves, but not of fear.
“Marry me, Virginia,” he said, dropping to his knees.
“What? Don’t be ridiculous.” Virginia laughed incredulously and started to walk quicker, catching up with her father and the Prince. “I’ve known you for a week!”
As Wolf got up to bound after her, he realized that she hadn’t said ‘no.’
“Virginia...” Wolf started. Virginia looked up at him, bits of broken greenery in her hair, and cheeks flushed with lovemaking. “There’s something else I’ve wanted to ask you since I met you, well since slightly after I met you, because when we first met there were other things foremost in my mind...”
Her bright blue eyes seemed to glow with love and he got distracted by the smell of their scents mixing, the soft, supple feel of her skin, the memory of her taste filling his mouth and he leaned down to sample again.
“You wanted to ask me something,” Virginia prompted, later.
“Virginia Lewis, would you give me your h–”
“Yes,” she interrupted and kissed him. “Wait, you were going to ask me to marry you, right? This wasn’t still about playing hide and seek–”
He wanted to be her destiny; her reason for traversing worlds. He didn’t want her purpose in The Nine Kingdoms to be (matricide) an act that would scar her soul and ravage her mind with guilt.
“Yes,” she told him, later, in New York, and he realized that he wasn’t her destiny; he was her prize, her reward for the hard road she’d walked, and Wolf swore he’d be the best pot-of-gold he could possibly be.
Sleeping Beauty was always his favorite fairy tale- he loved the idea of a princess awoken by a kiss, of her falling in love before she woke from sleep, before she even saw the face of her Prince. Plus, he did love a woman who could cook.
But watching Virginia sleep and sleep and sleep while around her the sun rose and set and rose and set and rose again.... it was terrifying. She just lay still, finally overcome by the events she’s lived through, dangers unnumbered that would have felled a lesser woman.
He knew what she’d been through, and didn’t want to interrupt her slumber. It was the second-longest period he’d gone without hearing “Wolf” in exasperated or confused or concerned tones since he’d met her, and he hadn’t realized how much he liked the way she said his name (not like the designation of a monster, but like the appellation of a lover). He wanted her to wake up, but he was afraid, too, that these hours would be his last with her, that she’d rise to tell him.... he didn’t want to imagine what.
He knelt by her bedside. Her skin was only a few shades darker than the pillowcases and smelled of linen.
“I want to spend the rest of my days by your side, Virginia,” Wolf said. She didn’t wake and he didn’t quite dare kiss her.
“I will, I do, I mean,” Virginia said, laughing with happiness and stumbling over her words, “yes.”
Wolf picked her up by the waist and twirled her around, the trees behind her blurring into an emerald curtain.
“Just one thing,” she said, when he’d finished kissing her. “This time, I just want a gold ring- nothing magic, nothing cursed, nothing that is going to offer commentary on our sex life.”
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Fandom: The 10th Kingdom
Author’s Note: Written for
mzminolaRating: PG-13 (unbeta’d so be warned.)
Characters: Virginia and Wolf
Alpha
“I’m not afraid of you, Wolf,” Virginia told him, as they walked away from Little Lamb Village.
Wolf stopped short and stared at her.
Tony and the Prince were walking ahead of them, snippets of Tony’s one-siding conversation drifting back.
Wolf looked at her, and her eyes were soft, the same sweet, caring blue they been when the villagers had tried to burn him. They’d had to hold her back, and even as the wood piled around him he’d known he was lucky to have one person who wouldn’t cheer as his flesh charred.
“I’m not,” she repeated, and she smelled of sincerity and, now that he was staring hungrily at her, faintly of nerves, but not of fear.
“Marry me, Virginia,” he said, dropping to his knees.
“What? Don’t be ridiculous.” Virginia laughed incredulously and started to walk quicker, catching up with her father and the Prince. “I’ve known you for a week!”
As Wolf got up to bound after her, he realized that she hadn’t said ‘no.’
Beta
“Virginia...” Wolf started. Virginia looked up at him, bits of broken greenery in her hair, and cheeks flushed with lovemaking. “There’s something else I’ve wanted to ask you since I met you, well since slightly after I met you, because when we first met there were other things foremost in my mind...”
Her bright blue eyes seemed to glow with love and he got distracted by the smell of their scents mixing, the soft, supple feel of her skin, the memory of her taste filling his mouth and he leaned down to sample again.
“You wanted to ask me something,” Virginia prompted, later.
“Virginia Lewis, would you give me your h–”
“Yes,” she interrupted and kissed him. “Wait, you were going to ask me to marry you, right? This wasn’t still about playing hide and seek–”
Gamma
He wanted to be her destiny; her reason for traversing worlds. He didn’t want her purpose in The Nine Kingdoms to be (matricide) an act that would scar her soul and ravage her mind with guilt.
“Yes,” she told him, later, in New York, and he realized that he wasn’t her destiny; he was her prize, her reward for the hard road she’d walked, and Wolf swore he’d be the best pot-of-gold he could possibly be.
Delta
Sleeping Beauty was always his favorite fairy tale- he loved the idea of a princess awoken by a kiss, of her falling in love before she woke from sleep, before she even saw the face of her Prince. Plus, he did love a woman who could cook.
But watching Virginia sleep and sleep and sleep while around her the sun rose and set and rose and set and rose again.... it was terrifying. She just lay still, finally overcome by the events she’s lived through, dangers unnumbered that would have felled a lesser woman.
He knew what she’d been through, and didn’t want to interrupt her slumber. It was the second-longest period he’d gone without hearing “Wolf” in exasperated or confused or concerned tones since he’d met her, and he hadn’t realized how much he liked the way she said his name (not like the designation of a monster, but like the appellation of a lover). He wanted her to wake up, but he was afraid, too, that these hours would be his last with her, that she’d rise to tell him.... he didn’t want to imagine what.
He knelt by her bedside. Her skin was only a few shades darker than the pillowcases and smelled of linen.
“I want to spend the rest of my days by your side, Virginia,” Wolf said. She didn’t wake and he didn’t quite dare kiss her.
Epsilon
“I will, I do, I mean,” Virginia said, laughing with happiness and stumbling over her words, “yes.”
Wolf picked her up by the waist and twirled her around, the trees behind her blurring into an emerald curtain.
“Just one thing,” she said, when he’d finished kissing her. “This time, I just want a gold ring- nothing magic, nothing cursed, nothing that is going to offer commentary on our sex life.”
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“This time, I just want a gold ring- nothing magic, nothing cursed, nothing that is going to offer commentary on our sex life.” I despised that ring so much.
I think Delta is the saddest and sweetest.
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Yes, I loathed the ring too- I mean WHO would pay that much for the MOST ANNOYING THING ON THE PLANET! (Wolf, apparently.)
Delta is one of my favorites- the idea for it sprung when I was doing a quick rewatch to get the tone right. There was a scene in Kissing Town where Wolf retells Sleeping Beauty in an attempt to kiss Virginia, and then in the end he waits by her bedside, so Delta was a very 'voila' snippet.
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This was incredibly gorgeous. Each one, you just ... (this'll sound strange) made Wolf your own. It's his tendency to ramble, his sweetness, his completely and utter DORKINESS, his kindess. And Virginia was lovely here too because her vulnerability-hidden-behind-"strength"/practicality was... just right. And the way she talks, and the way Wolf and Virginia act together - the characterization is just spot on.
Also, epsilon and beta are complete and utter riots.
I love the final line in Delta.
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Thank you so much! I’m glad I got my Virginia in character, though I have to say that Wolf was definitely more of a challenge than she was- Virginia’s head is much easier to get into, because I can really understand her history and the way she looks at life,
where with Wolf I have to walk a fine line to keep him in character. The plus side of that, of course, is the ability to do fun things with scent and it’s in character for him to think in very romantic, fairy-tale terms. And I just realized that most of these are from his perceptive.
Delta was, as I said above, a very ‘viola’ moment for me; Sleeping Beauty was a fairy tale that was a running theme throughout the whole show, and when I rewatched Virginia waking up with Wolf watching over her, and thought ‘a-ha!’
re: Epilson: As soon as I got the prompt I knew I was going to do something to that ring- because oh my god do I hate it so much. It’s the most annoying thing in the mini-series, and I’m not convinced that it wasn’t the real reason that Virginia said no (I kid).
I’m glad you enjoyed ‘beta’. I love that scene where they first make love, because it’s one of the more unique and romantic sex scenes I’ve seen. How many shows add humor to the sexy in that way? Rolling around the bushes growling sweetly at each other..... they showed so little and said so much. If he’d asked her then, sans annoying ring, she’d have said yes.
I can’t tell you how much I like to hear that my characterization is correct- that’s usually the main thing I worry about, because it’s really what draws me to write fanfic, and if the characters aren’t right, it doesn’t matter what else I’m doing, because the fic is going to be unsatisfying reading.
I’m so happy you enjoyed this!