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A Cinderella Fairytale - Deuce

Author Notes: @miriamladyvoid So this is the selection from my 600 followers event that corresponds to the book you chose (A book that has been lovingly re-covered in now sun-faded fabric). i wrote this while listening to "Lavender Blue" from Disney's Live action Cinderella (2015) OST. I kept this one as a female reader as well since that was what was in your request. I hope you enjoy!

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Type: female reader/ fluff/ romance/ charming fairytale in a book that has been lovingly re-covered in now sun-faded fabric/ Isekai

Word count: 2416

I exhaled, scrubbing the floor that magically seemed to gain more filth each time I blinked.

Never had I so regretted touching a book as I regretted touching the one that had transported me into this fairytale world that was a little bit too much like Cinderella for my liking. Especially considering I was the one in the role of Cinderella.

I should've known to be wary of the enchanted books Crowley had told me to take to the library for safe storage. If I had, then maybe I would have found myself getting transported to a magical world that wasn’t my own or Twisted Wonderland.

Of course, I hadn’t exactly been planning on opening one of the books. One of them had just slid off the top of the stack and fallen to the ground, opening as it did so.

I’d frowned at the book covered in sun-faded fabric that obviously hadn’t been original to it as I sat down on the other books before kneeling and slowly picking the book upright as Deuce had come into the room behind with yet another stack of books.

I’d barely even gotten a chance to glance up at the young man as a flash of light sparked out from the book, causing the young man to shout in surprise before everything had faded into darkness and I’d woke up here.

I hadn’t woken up with no clue as to where I was. The enchantment on the book had been kind enough to give me all of the information regarding my character’s backstory.

And it was almost exactly that of Cinderella. Meaning that I was essentially trapped in a retelling of one of the world’s most famous fairytales known to man.

The only real comfort was that, at the very least, Deuce had no doubt seen me get sucked into the book.

He would go and get help; I knew he would, and as soon as they could figure out how, I trusted that my friends would get me out of this book and back into Twisted Wonderland.

But up until then, my best options seemed to be filling my role and playing the part of Cinderella. Which included servitude to my apparent stepfamily.

“You still haven’t finished cleaning the floor, Ashes? You won’t be able to go to the ball at this right!” My supposed stepsister trilled at me from the upper staircase, and I twisted to look up at her.

I had to hand it to her and my stepmother, who stood behind her with a faux-disappointed expression; they weren’t going with the classic nicknames of ‘Cinderella’ or ‘Cinders.’ Instead, they referred to me as ‘Ashes.’

I watched as my stepmother shook her head, her lips pulled together in a pout, “Really, dear, I would have thought you would know this by now. If you try to clean the floor while covered in filth, then you’re only going to spread filth around.”

I glanced down at my clothes, which were not, in fact, covered in filth but were considerably stained. I nodded nonetheless, my fingers curling into the filthy rag I was using to clean, “Yes, ‘Mother.’”

I heard the tapping of heels, and then my chin was lifted by a fan so that I was looking up into my stepmother’s face, which was just a little bit too red to be colored by blush alone, “I told you to call me ‘Duchess,’ Ashes.”

I pulled my mouth up into a fake smile, “Yes, of course, Duchess.”

She let out a hum before twisting to look up at the clock and tutting lightly, “It is far too late for you to join us at the ball, Ashes. I’m afraid you’ll have to stay behind tonight.”

I twitched slightly at her words, indignant on my character's behalf. For tonight, she said. More like for the rest of your existence.

I wasn't particularly looking forward to meeting the prince charming of this story, but I was looking forward to my entrance at the ball. At the very least, I would get to see her shocked and dismayed face then. Though that was only a little comfort, considering it wasn’t actually going to be ‘Ashes’ who finally bested this woman.

The fan was yanked from under my chin, and she made sure to drag its sharp corner along my skin before finishing pulling it away as she smiled at me, “Be sure to finish your chores, ‘Dear.’”

She stepped away, turning in a swirl of rich but gaudy fabrics as I watched her stalk out of the kitchen and to her smirking daughter’s side, “And remember, tomorrow the prince will be visiting to declare his intentions to my daughter.”

My daughter. Not your sister.

But that was fine. In no way did I want to be accused of being related to the caution orange monstrosity of tulle that was the wicked step-sister of this tale.

I bowed my head, idly wondering what my fairy godmother would look and be like as I murmured my response, “Yes, Duchess.”

The two women left, trailing shrill laughter behind them as they swept out of the room, and I sat back.

As I recalled, the fairy godmother usually showed up right after Cinderella’s heart was broken, which did make me wonder if she would even show up.

According to the plot, she should, but I was hardly heartbroken.

But that was fine. I’d found a dress in the attic that was a perfect match for my size that was no doubt left by the previous lady of this house.

Ashes’s mother.

Changing didn’t take long, and I glanced at the clock as I walked through the house. The only question now was how, exactly, I was going to get to the palace without a pumpkin carriage to take me there.

I stepped out of the house, glancing around and feeling my eyebrows raise as I spotted a carriage that was parked right outside the house. A little bit too handy to be a coincidence, as the man in front waved me over.

“You must be a lady of this house. We’ll have to hurry to get you to the ball on time, my dear,” He smiled warmly, and I felt myself grin back at him before clambering into the carriage and sitting as it took off.

I frowned at the box next to me, though, immediately suspicious as I leaned out the window, “This box… Are you delivering it?”

The man shook his head, “No, ma’am, that would be for you. Some faerie stopped by and left it here, saying the lady who took this carriage to the palace would need it.”

I frowned at it, feeling my eyebrows lift before I carefully opened the box to reveal delicate glass slippers.

I felt myself laugh slightly; I supposed it wouldn’t really be a Cinderella fairytale without at least one gift from a fairy godmother after all.

And, just like a perfect fairytale, they fit like a dream and were impossibly comfortable despite their design.

I found myself shaking my head and smoothing back out the full, layered skirts of my dress, idly wondering about what this prince charming was going to be like.

Probably perfectly handsome, in a brilliant white suit, and totally at odds with the young men I’d gotten so used to being around at NRC. And there was nothing wrong with that. In fact, that would make him someone that I’d want for this story’s protagonist.

Ashes deserved someone who would be good to her in ways that she had experienced since her childhood, when her father and mother were still alive.

It didn’t seem like I’d been in the carriage hardly anytime at all when it rolled to a stop and the coachman leaned around, a smile on his face that somehow reminded me of Cater, even though he looked nothing like the ginger-haired young man, “Here’s your stop, ma’am. And good luck on winning the prince’s heart.”

I felt myself smile at him as I stepped out of the carriage, noticing that its roundness really did make it appear like a pumpkin.

“It looks like I’m going to be fashionably late,” I was surprised to find that I felt oddly nervous as I looked up at the grandiose staircase that led up into the sparkling palace just ahead.

He leaned down, winking at me lightly, “All the better for making an entrance, I say. Now, farewell, my lady.”

And with that, he snapped his reins once, and the carriage pulled away as I started up the staircase, at first slowly and then trotting, as my skirt fanned out around me.

Sets of doors after sets of doors were opened for me as I hurried through the palace, idly checking clocks as I went. Even I knew that the magic would wear off at midnight, and if I wanted this story to move forward, I needed to meet the prince before then, at the ball.

And right now, even as I filled the role of the princess in this story and even looked the part for once, ending this story was still my best chance of returning home outside of relying wholly on my friends to get me out.

I found my pace slowing, though, as I approached a particularly ornate set of double doors in front of which two men stood. Both of them looked my way and nodded slightly before they opened the doors silently for me. Revealing the glittering spectacle of a ball that was spread out in front of me as I walked out on a dais from which two sets of stairs fanned out.

I could see the musicians getting ready, but they obviously hadn’t started playing yet, which meant I’d made it before the prince had made his choice of partner.

I swallowed thickly, letting one hand rest on the stair’s gently curving rail while the other reached to lift my skirts, just enough for me to slowly step down the stairs and the rest of the way into the brightly lit ballroom.

I exhaled softly, bracing myself to meet Prince Charming when I saw him, and somehow, instead of being surprised, I only smiled.

His eyes were wide as he took a few, almost hesitant steps towards me before he smiled in return from across the room.

Guests parted around him, their confusion evident as he walked towards me at my quick pace and heads turned, their eyes landing on me as he slowed and came to a gentle stop right in front of me, “I finally found you.”

His voice was so soft, and I laughed slightly, shaking my head in slight disbelief until I found my voice, “Deuce… I didn’t even know you were here. Did you get sucked into this story at the same time I did?”

He nodded, glancing down and making a slight face before he looked up at me once more, “Yeah… I’ve been looking for you ever since so we could get out of here, but I’ve also been getting forced to act like a prince…..”

He trailed off, and I laughed slightly, tilting my head at him, “Well, you look like a perfect prince.”

He brightened at my words, though he also looked a little bashful before he nodded slightly, “And you look like a real princess, Y/n!”

He reached out, taking my hands in his, and I heard music start up almost immediately, causing my eyes to widen and glance over towards the musician right as one of the men from the top of the staircase spoke up, “His Highness has chosen his partner!”

I looked back towards Deuce, only to find him looking around just as startled as I was, “I don’t know how to dance though….”

I squeezed his hands lightly, pulling his gaze back to me with just that slight gesture, “Hey, we’ll do it together.”

I watched as he blinked at me slightly before nodding, a determined glint entering his gaze, “Right, together.”

And with that, we shifted, spiraling across the floor with unpracticed motions that somehow seemed oddly perfect. They fit the two of us. Two people who weren’t originally from this story but had still ended up swept up in the tale.

As the music trailed off, we came to a slow stop, with his arms wrapping around me as we both laughed slightly. Perhaps from the giddiness of having danced in front of an entire group of people, or maybe from the ridiculousness of us being in a fairytale such as this one.

And then, as I leaned against him, the lights seemed to brighten and turn the entire ballroom white.

I closed my eyes, pressing my face into Deuce’s shoulder as his grip on me tightened until, at last, I chanced opening my eyes only to find the glittering spectacle of the ballroom gone.

I sat back, startled, and my motions caused Deuce to jolt slightly, his own eyes opening as we looked up at the Heartslabyul students around where we knelt on the floor of the school’s library.

“Guys! How-”

“We just closed the book,” Ace was shaking his head at us, his arms crossed as he looked down at us, and I blinked as his stare shifted over to Deuce and he snorted.

“Next time, instead of diving in after the Prefect, use your head, and maybe they won’t be trapped in a book for so long.”

Deuce frowned, straightening from his seated position, “Hey! I had to do something!”

And just like that, the two of them started bickering. But I felt a light tap on my shoulder that had me turning as Cater smiled down at me, “So what was being a princess like?”

I blinked at his words before a smile slowly started to crawl across my face, half in amusement and half in genuine happiness that I’d gotten to experience such a magical little story.

I looked over at Deuce as I smiled, realizing I’d probably never get to see him dressed up like a prince or dance with him like that ever again. And those, at the very least, were two memories I’d treasure for the rest of my life.

And when I answered Cater, I was still smiling, half-wishing we could have made it to the end of the story. It had felt like we’d only just gotten to the good part after all.

“Like a fairytale.”

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zepskies · 8 months

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Hey! Just wondering if you could suggest some romantic/rom-com movies💖

Have a great day❤️🌼

Oh my goodness, I certainly can!! Thank you, bby! 💖💖

10 of my favorite romantic comedies:

(In no particular order.)

1. 10 Things I Hate About You

An absolute perfect movie. Dialogue, casting, story, romance, Heath Ledger, Shakespeare references, what more could a literary inclined girl want?

2. A Cinderella Story

Another gift from the early 2000s. Is it cheesy? Sometimes. Is it adorable? Absolutely.

3. He's Just Not That Into You

Hilarious, sometimes heartbreaking, ensemble cast, but the endings for each couple are undoubtedly satisfying. Plus, my favorite rewind moment of all time:

4. Crazy, Stupid Love

Ryan Gosling, Emma Stone, Steve Carrell, Josh Groban cameo. Need I say more? (But it will also unexpectedly grip your heart with profound, tender moments.)

5. While You Were Sleeping

One of my favorite Sandra Bullock rom coms, of which there are many. (Honorary mentions: The Proposal, Practical Magic, Two Weeks Notice, and Miss Congeniality, though it's not really a rom com is one of my favorite movies in existence.)

6. You've Got Mail

A classic of classics in rom com history. Meg Ryan at her best, Tom Hanks at his. She's a small, independent bookstore owner. He's essentially Barnes & Noble, coming in to disrupt New York with corporate America.

7. Mrs. Winterbourne

A forgotten '90s Brendan Fraser must-see movie. He's the "rich playboy" type, she's scrappy and resourceful, pregnant by her deadbeat ex-boyfriend, and pretending to be the widow of Fraser's twin brother, who recently died in a train accident.

8. Crazy Rich Asians

Based on a book, top-tier casting, bad ass mother-in-law, bad ass heroine, a classy, handsome, Good Man™️ hero? Sign me TF up.

9. 13 Going on 30

Easily Jennifer Garner's best movie, but also Mark freakin' Ruffalo. They're adorable together, and this one's a classic in its own right, full of heart, back-stabbing bitches, and 80s music references.

10. My Big Fat Greek Wedding

It's one of the best, folks. Also one of the most quotable movies in movie history lol. As a kid, I remember really identifying with Toula, who feels too plain, too big, too "frump girl."

But Ian never saw her that way. He genuinely laughs at her jokes. He's patient with her and sees her beauty, inside and out. He also deals with a lot of crap from her family in order to be with her, with all the grace and gentlemanly poise a guy could have.

And Toula learns to love herself, fall in love for the first time, and challenges every expectation of her family to do so.

I have many, many more, but these are just a few of my favorites. What's yours?

Don't see it on this list? Drop it in the comments! 💋

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pearlycomplaints · 1 year

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I’m a simple woman, I love…

#do revenge #10 things i hate about you #shes the man #clueless #john tucker must die #heathers #easy a #whip it #mean girls #cinderella story #teen movies

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haredjarris · 2 years

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same energy

#you didn’t communicate lestat you just talked in his general direction #interview with the vampire #iwtv #amc interview with the vampire #amc iwtv #lestat de lioncourt #louis de pointe du lac #sam reid #jacob anderson #loustat #cinderella story #jennifer coolidge

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ladysharmaa · 2 years

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Cinderella story

Anthony Bridgerton x fem!reader

summary: Y/n lost her father when she was very young, being in the care of her stepmother and sisters. However, they started to treat her like a maid. Unable to attend the ball the Bridgerton family is hosting, Y/n tries to find ways to go, even if it is against the wish of her stepmother. There she meets Anthony who is in search of a wife, but will he continue to want to be with her after finding out who she is?

part 1 part 2

"Y/n! Y/n! was the first thing the young girl heard, waking her from her sleep. "Where is our breakfast?!"

Her stepsister's voice echoed through the house, demanding her to go downstairs. Y/n basically jumped off the floor where she slept, stretching to help with the back pain she got from sleeping on such a hard surface. She looked outside, her heart starting to beat faster in panic as she saw the sun already high in the sky, indicating that it was day already.

Y/n quickly opened the door of her tiny bedroom, scolding herself in her head for falling asleep. Since her father died, her stepmother has forced her to start doing more housework than usual. Before, the maids helped the child and let her play while they did her chores, but without her father, they didn't have much money having to fire them. That is, Y/n did all the work now, often having to stay up late to get it all over with so as not to face her stepmother rage.

"My apologies, sister. I was cleaning upstairs. I didn't realize you were already awake. I'm going to get your breakfast ready." Y/n lied, not even having to change clothes. She put on an apron and started to head to the kitchen to warm up the milk.

When she had everything ready, having reconciled making breakfast and helping the others dress up in her fancy dresses that cost far too much money for what they had, Y/n finally put the food on the table. She prepared to sit down, but was interrupted by her stepmother.

"What do you think you are doing?" her cold voice made Y/n freeze in place. Margaret and Anne stopped talking, smirking to each other.

"She thinks she is going to eat with us, mother. How foolish of her." Anne laughed in an unladylike way, hushed by the older woman's glare. Even so, both her daughters continued to make fun of Y/n who was taken back with the matter.

"I always ate with you."

"That was before, dear." she used the term in a form of disgust rather than endearment, Y/n's heart clenched in pain. She was used to it, but it always hurt. She missed her father, she knew how much her life would be different if he was still alive. "My daughters and I have been talking and we think it will be better if from now on you start eating in the kitchen."

"But I'm your family..."

"No, you're not." she interrupted immediately with a cold expression, ignoring her daughters who were trying to hold back their laughter by turning redder and redder. "You are only the daughter of my late husband. A disappointment to our name. You shall eat in the kitchen, where you deserve to be, And only after we eat, so you can serve us whenever we want."

"But..." Y/n was going to complain over the laughter of her step-sisters but a look from the woman made her close her mouth, keeping silent out of fear. "Of course. Whatever you desire, my lady."

"Now hurry up. And clean the floor, I want to see my face when I look at it, understand? Very well, girls, let's go to town to buy dresses." the three stood up, Anne and Margaret heading for the door but stopping when they saw her mother a little behind them. With a mischievous smile, the lady dropped her tea cup onto the floor, liquid and glass splattering everywhere. "Oops, my bad. Clean this, Y/n."

"Of course, my lady. Enjoy your trip to the city." Y/n hissed with a chenched jaw, breathing a sigh of relief when they finally left.

She didn't know if she could have held back the tears much longer. Her legs went weak, her knees gave out and the girl fell to the floor, her body shaking from her heartbreaking sobs. Her hands dropped to the floor to steady her, shards of glass piercing her delicate skin. She didn't ignore the pain, she accepted it.

What did she do to deserve this life? From one moment to the next, her life changed drastically and from then on she just wanted to be loved by the only family that was left and she couldn't even do that. She was excluded, a disappointment.

Y/n wiped her tears with the back of her hands. She knew her father would hate to see her like this, on the floor, eyes and cheeks red from crying, not appreciating the beauty of life. The girl knew she couldn't give up. Although she doesn't have many memories of her mother, the words she said to him stayed and forever will be etched in her mind.

Have courage and be kind.

Not even her stepmother would make her break this promise.

Meanwhile, at the Bridgerton house, the people at the table were completely silent. Their mouths dropped open in shock, only adding to Anthony Bridgerton's impatience. Their mother, Lady Bridgerton, was the first to break the tense silence.

"That is... unexpected, Anthony. May we know what changed your mind about getting married?" she cleared her throat. But don't get her wrong, she was delighted that her oldest son finally decided to find someone.

"Well, mother, I realized that I need a Viscountess to fulfill her obligations. It is my obligation as a Viscount to be responsible for you and your reputation. Of course, also to have an heir who can continue my lineage and take my place in the future."

"Oh lord." Eloise snorted, immediately covering her mouth with her hand. Anthony sent her a glare, causing her to drink some tea to try not to make the atmosphere more tense. She had trouble finding the right words to explain herself. "My apologies, brother. It's just that this is very..."

"Unexpected." Benedict helped her, as the rest of the family was still trying to assimilate what his brother just revealed. "Even a few days ago, you didn't want to marry. And now... It's just a shock that you have changed your mind."

"I'm afraid I don't understand your reactions, brother. It is my duty and I shall fulfill it. As the new season is about to begin, I believe this is the best time to start searching."

"Of course it is, Anthony. We are so happy for you!" Lady Bridgerton exclaimed, though a part of her feared he just wanted to get married and not find his true love. "I'm going to talk to Lady Danbury and we can even plan a ball here. I'm sure you'll find many suitable girls for you. I shall send a letter to Daphne telling her the news."

"I sure hope so, mother. Now if you excuse me, I have work to do." Anthony nodded, leaving the table and leaving his siblings to look at each other still confused.

"I never expected to see the day when this happened." Collin whispered like it was the most unbelivable thing he'd ever heard.

"Amen to that." Eloise agreed.

The only place she was happy was with her horse. Feel the wind on her face, her long hair blowing. To smell her grass, the way she gripped the hair of her horse gently, the sound of her paws hitting the ground. It was like she was on top of the world, where she was happy and had no worries.

Y/n she had to sneak out of the house to be able to ride her horse, Ella, but she would never stop doing it even at the risk of getting caught. Ella basically grew up with her and since then they had an unbreakable bond. It was as if they understood each other. It was the first thing her father gave her and her happiest memories with him were when he was teaching her to ride a horse or the long walks they took in the woods together. Whenever she walked, she imagined him at her feet, and sometimes she even felt that he was really there, beside her, accompanying her on a last walk.

Y/n was pulled out of her thoughts as Ella neighed and started to run faster, Y/n losing control over her. She realized it was because of a deer running ahead of them, the mare showing no signs of calming down.

"Wow, girl! Slow down, it's okay. Stop, Ella!" she screamed, tugging at the horse's mane but nothing was successful.

Anthony Bridgerton, who was riding in the area hoping to clear his mind, heard the young girl's pleas, changing direction so he could investigate what was going on. When he saw the situation, he snapped his mouth at her horse, urging it to run after them. He quickly managed to get to her side, putting an arm in front of Ella and forcing her to slow down.

The horse was circling around to calm down while Y/n, with a panting breath, burst out laughing looking up at the sky with a big smile. Anthony raised his eyebrows in shock, not understanding her happiness over something that could have turned very serious.

"My apologies, sir." Y/n said when she finally remembered she had company. Her checks were tainted red in embarrassment. However, she still had a big smile on her face, adrenaline running in her veins. "However, I had everything under control."

"I'm afraid it didn't look like that. It seemed I saved your life." the Viscount argued smugly still in amazement because of her free spirit.

"I wouldn't exaggerate so much, Ella would never put me in danger." Y/n explained, stroking the horse's side. "And who are you, kind sir who saved my life?"

"You don't know who I am?" he snorted, before composing himself when he noticed the woman's confused expression. Maybe he didn't want her to know who he was, he thought. He's never had such a lightheaded conversation with anyone. Usually everyone tried to impress him since he was a Bridgerton. "Uh, I'm just a gentleman who wished to clear his head. A coincidence I found you here, Miss..."

"A coincidence indeed." she smiled, purposely not saying her name. If Anthony didn't say so, neither would she. The Bridgerton noticed that and couldn't keep his lips from curving a little. However, she then noticed his clothes, the textil so different from the ones, cheaper, she wore. “Oh, are you an Earl? Viscount?”

“No!” he exclaimed, maybe too quickly. Anthony, when he noticed this, cleared his throat. He looked around, trying to found a excuse. “I’m merely a Baron. And you are?”

“Oh, my apologies then.” she said, embarassed of her mistake. She immediately bowed as best she could since she was still on the horse, she and Anthony circling as they talked.

She then pointed to the dirty, old clothes she wore, stained with dust and ash from the fireplace. "As you can see, I'm just… me I guess. Not a lady and definitely not someone as important as a Baron."

Anthony's brows furrowed upon hearing her speak like that. It was as if she was embarrassed to be in the presence of someone with a higher social status than her own with what she wore. And she didn't even know he is the Bridgerton Viscount.

"But you are treated well?" he asked, his voice laced with concern. Even though he didn't know Y/n, he was curious about her and always hated when maids were treated badly just because they didn't have high social positions.

"They treat me as best as they can. I have a house, a roof and food, it's all I can ask for. Many have worst than me I’m sure.”

"That's a very altruistic way of thinking, miss." Anthony nodded, increasingly impressed by the young woman. He was left to think about her words, regretting when he complained about petty things when he had everything he wanted while some people had nothing.

"I don't mean to intrude into your walk by all means, sir. I will let you be alone as you desire. It was a pleasure to meet you. Thank you for saving me, sir."

"Wait!" he exclaimed almost too panicked, but it was too late. Y/n was already riding into the dense part of the woods, her cape flying behind her. He wasn't certain why, but he hoped he could meet her again soon. As did her.

Little did they know that it would be much more soon than they expected.

A few days had passed since Y/n and Anthony's encounter in the woods. Since then, she had tried not to think too much about the mystery man as she would probably never see him again, but that was turning out to be a difficult task. He invaded her thoughts before going to sleep, causing her to turn around in the little bed she made with straw, unable to fall asleep.

Y/n had to go to the village to buy certain ingredients that her stepmother demanded. She brought the oranges to her nose, sniffing them and putting the best ones in her basket, looking for the rest she needed, knowing she had to be quick to still have time to finish the rest of her chores.

Afterwards, she ended up buying the role of Lady Whistledown, as the new season had started. As expected she couldn't participate due to her stepmother's rules, but her stepsisters were participating. That was another reason they were even more irritating than before, as Anne and Margaret weren't attracting any suitors.

What caught his attention was that the Bridgerton family would host a ball in exactly three days. Although she had never seen them, Y/n knew they were a family known and respected in society and apparently their oldest son, the Viscount, was looking for a woman.

Showing the paper to her family, Y/n had to cover her ears due to the shrill screams her sisters gave. They bounced around, already convinced they were going to be the next Viscountess. Y/n was just excited to hope that this could be her first ball of her life. She could even hide in a corner, but she wanted to see the extravagant dresses, the orchestra playing music while couples danced elegantly and love stories unfolding right in front of her.

The next few days had been one of pure ecstasy. Anne and Marget already had her dresses, bragging about how Anthony wouldn't take his eyes off them. They were in Anne's room, Y/n helping them try on the dresses that had arrived for them to choose one. When their stepmother entered the room the young girl gained courage and finally asked.

"My lady, since there will be some dresses left, I was thinking I could keep one. For the ball of course, just so that I could attention. I promise I wouldn't embarress any of you or even talk with someone." she hurried to say when the others fell silent, exchanging glances with each other.

"You..." her stepmother pointed a finger up and down at him with a disgusted look, "...think you can attend to a ball?"

"I think she's finally lost her mind, mother." Anne laughed as she put on her gold earrings.

"I certain didn't lose anything, sister. Maybe you're the one who can't think with a wig so thick it blocks oxygen from getting to your brain." Y/n snapped, not knowing where she'd gotten so much courage to face them. The expression of her stepmother immediately changed, showing her fury, but Y/n wasn't going to step down from this. "I don't understand where the problem is. Again, I wouldn't dare talk to anyone. I just want to experience a ball. One time. It's all I ask."

"No! Enough of this nonsense!" Her stepmother shouted with authority, creating a tense silence in the room. She lunged menacingly towards Y/n, grabbing her chin violently to force her to look into her cold eyes. "You will stay here, cleaning. Like the little, useless thing you are. You deserve nothing, Y/n. The maid has no right to ask for anything."

"The maid?" she scoffed, pulling her face away from the older woman's hand. "You can only live like this because of my father. As her daughter, all of this is also mine! Not just yours, mine!"

The next thing she realized was her sisters gasp and the pain that spread through her cheeks. Her stepmother had his hand up, having hit her when she lost her temper. Y/n put a hand to her face, her eyes watering in pain, but she refused to let the tears fall. She put her chin up, challenging her stepmother, who definitely didn't like the threat to her power.

She grabbed Y/n by the arm, sure enough to leave a bruise, dragging her to her room as the young girl tried to escape her grip. Opening the door to her room, the older woman pushed Y/n to the floor.

"Learn to be more respectful. I can make your life miserable. Don't tempt me."

"You already made my life miserable the moment my father died." Y/n whispered sadly from her position on the floor.

Then the door slammed shut, she hearing the sound of the lock turning, indicating that she was locked in the room. With no strength left for anything else, Y/n cried. Tears and more tears that didn't seem to stop until she finally gave in and let herself fall asleep, hoping that her dreams could heal the pain of her real life.

When she woke up again, the house was silent. Y/n got up slowly, her eyes tired and puffy from tears. Her mouth was dry and her old dress soiled with strands of straw. She looked out through the single window of her room, seeing how the sun was already descending from the sky, preparing to give way to the moon.

Her stepmother and daughters should be gone by now. She hurried to her drawer where she kept an extra key to her room, something the other never found out, and cautiously opened her bedroom door. She cringed at the sound the wood made as it moved, but breathed a sigh of relief when she realized she was indeed the only one in the house.

Deciding to follow her only wish, Y/n opened her closet, opening a box that contained her mother's dress. Her father had given it to her when her mother died in a way that he would never forget her, something that Y/n always kept and made sure the others would never find him.

As she remembered, her dress was beautiful, in a shade of blue that stood out in the midst of all the colors that were usually worn. little sparkles covered the fabric. She softly touched it, a smile appearing on her face. Her mother wore it for her first ball, and now Y/n would do the same.

Rushing to clean herself with cold water and a washcloth, Y/n pulled on her dress being careful not to ruin it and arranged her hair as best she could, leaving it down despite not being very ladylike. Anyway, she didn't want anyone to notice her.

Looking outside, getting darker and darker, Y/n mounted Ella, hoping her dress wouldn't get dirty on the ride. Within minutes, Y/n had arrived at the Bridgerton mansion, not having been too difficult to find due to all the carriages heading there. Traveling along the boundary line between the road and the forest, Y/n got off his horse, tethering Ella to a tree with a kiss on her head and the promise that she would be back soon.

The environment was so different from what she imagined. People were dressed in their best clothes, long dresses and tiaras that showed off their money. Some were accompanied by gentlemen while others were by their mothers, still looking for a husband.

Y/n decided to wait a little longer hidden behind the trees until most of the people had entered, not wanting to cross paths with her family. When the path was clear, she entered the mansion, looking around to where the ballroom was. Thankfully, a maid guided her, opening the doors to the big salon where many people were already dancing.

However, everyone stopped when she walked in, gasping at her. Despite her fear, Y/n continued to walk, looking around quickly to make sure her stepmother wasn't watching her. Maybe they were too busy at the food table, giving Y/n the opportunity to enter even with everyone looking at her.

Anthony Bridgerton, who was in the middle of a conversation with his mother and his sister Daphne, suddenly stopped, staring at the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her dress clearly caught the eye, but what really captured her attention was her smile. It was the girl who he saw in the woods, the women who tormented his dreams, his thoughts all the time since they met. He couldn't loose this second opportunity.

Confidently, leaving his mother and sister behind with no explanation, he took slow but steady steps toward her. The rest of the people watched in silence, occasional whispers breaking it to ask who the mysterious girl who seemed to have captured Viscount's attention was.

When Anthony stopped right in front of her, Y/n gasped in surprise, both of them locked in each other's gaze. Y/n's heart was beating so fast she was afraid he might hear it.

"It's you."

#bridgerton #anthony bridgerton #anthony bridgerton x you #anthony bridgerton x reader #anthony bridgerton x wife #benedict bridgerton #collin bridgerton #daphne bridgerton #eloise bridgerton #bridgerton imagine #cinderella #cinderella story

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Gilded Age´s Cinderella Story ¬ Marian Brooke & Larry Russell

#cinderella story #marian brooke #larry russell #larry x marian #cinderella #belle epoque #fuck you berta russell #harry richardson #louisa gummer #the gilded age

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musedelsa · 1 year

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Jennifer Coolidge at the Chateau Marmont’s Golden Globes Party

#jennifer coolidge #red carpet #cinderella story #white lotus #golden globes #photography #actress #I loveeeeeeee her #like when is she putting out an autobiography #I’ll buy it #I’ll PREORDER #chateau marmont

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snoopylovessoup · 7 months

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Various covers for my 2000s Movie Soundtrack Spotify playlist, can you guess which one I ended up using?

#2000s nostalgia #2000s movies #bring it on #10 things i hate about you #mean girls #legally blonde #Cinderella story #clueless #spotify playlist

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callmeonmyrazr · 1 year

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wish i had friends to recreate this iconic look with 🤩🤍

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allaboutcinderella · 6 days

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“She worked hard. She dreamt harder…”

#cinderella #fairy tale #fairy tale retelling #fairy tales #Cinderella story #fairy tale aesthetic #fairy tale core #fairy tale inspired

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thinkingjasico · 1 year

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Cinderella story jasico au, because my mind turns all 00's movies into a jasico fic. And please, Chad Michael Murray in the 2000s is one of my favorite Jason fancasts.

Nico's father dies after marrying a terrible woman, and that woman makes Nico's life hell after that, as does his brother (Bryce Lawrence? Yes). Nico has to do everything around the house alone, work in the cafeteria his father left for her, do his brother's school work, sleep in an old attic...

Jason plays football at school, even though he hates it, and is the most popular boy. His father has a lot of money and expects Jason to work at his company in the future, and for that he needs to get a college scholarship to play football.

So Jason and Nico meet on the internet with anonymous profiles (tumblr, twitter? something like that) and the only good part of their days is when they are talking. Jason writes beautiful poems for Nico and says that his dream is to be a writer, but that his father would never let him. And Nico's dream is to go to college, preferably to study art, and leave his horrible family behind.

So at the school’ halloween party they arrange to meet since everyone will be in costumes and hiding their faces. It turns out that Jason's costume has a problem and he has to go dressed as a prince, so he doesn't hide his face at all. Nico’s step mother doesn’t wanna let him go to the party because Bryce says Nico should just stay and work. But Will, Nico’s best friend, and Rachel (I’m aging her a bit here bc this character is perfect for her) that works at the cafeteria and it’s like the only family Nico has- they help him find a last minute costume and go to the party to meet this boy he talks about all the time. When Nico arrives at the party and sees Jason, he freaks out and says it was a mistake. But Jason convinces him that he's not the person everyone thinks he is, that he's only himself when he’s talking to Nico and so asks for a chance for them to talk more that night. They make a game of each having 5 questions and later they dance together (this scene is beautiful in the movie, if I knew how to draw I would make a jasico art of this scene fr), but when the clock hits midnight, Nico needs to leave or his stepmother will find out that he ran away to the party.

After that, Jason puts up signs at school looking for this mysterious boy and Nico tells Will and Rachel that he can never tell Jason it's him because if Jason knew he would humiliate him with his friends in front of everybody. By texts Jason is trying to convince Nico to meet with him, but Nico always avoids him.

But Bryce ends up seeing the messages between Jason and Nico and spreads it to the whole school, and Nico is even more bullied than he already is. People even make a little little sketch mocking Nico saying he was stupid for thinking he could pull off a boy like Jason. And Jason is kind of unresponsive to all of that, hurt that Nico did not tell him who he was because he thought he would be mean to him even after knowing Jason better than anyone else.

On top of all that, Nico’s stepmother finds his college letter before him and sees that he was accepted, so she fakes a letter saying he was not accepted, and gives it to him saying that then it’s good that he has a job at the cafeteria.

After a while feeling like shit, Nico decides that enough is enough, so he leaves his horrible house and go live with Rachel. He’s like: yes, my life sucks, but at least I’m the one making my own rules now. Seeing he’s feeling better, at least a little, Will asks if he doesn’t wanna go watch the futebol game since it’s the last. Nico thinks a little, but finally agrees. During this time, Jason’s life is not doing much better either, because he realizes that he should've stick up for Nico, but at the same time he’s afraid of what his father might do.

But with that boost of confidence and wanting to fix all the things that went wrong in his life because he was afraid of taking the reins of his life, Nico goes after Jason to finish this once and for all. Before the game starts, he walks into the locker room hearing a bunch of homophobic and stupid comments as he walks up to Jason, but he ignores it. Jason is a bit shocked seeing him there, but Nico doesn’t even give him the chance to start talking first.

Nico: You turned out to be exactly who I thought you were. I never pretended to be somebody else. It’s been me all along. And it was me who was hurt in front of everybody. Look, I didn’t come here to yell at you, okay? I came here to tell you that I know what it feels like to be afraid to show who you are. I was, but I’m not anymore. And the thing is, I really don’t care what people think about me, because I believe in myself, and I know that things are gonna be okay. And even though I have no family, and no job, and no money for college- it’s you that I feel sorry for.”

Random guy:5 minutes everyone.

Jason, still looking at Nico: I’m coming!

Nico gives a sad smile: I know that guy that sent me those emails is somewhere there inside of you. But I can’t wait for him. Because waiting for you is like waiting for rain in this drought: useless and disappointing (this line literally altered my brain chemistry when I was a kid).

Nico turns and leaves, while Jason stands there. He tries to call Nico’s name, but doesn't even know what he would say if Nico had turned back to listen him.

*sad music playing* (god I love this scene so fucking much!) So they leave for the game, and Nico thinks he’s doing alright watching from the bleachers, and Jason thinks he’s doing okay after that talk, but he can’t concentrate. Everyone is cheering and screaming Jason’s name, and it slowly just becomes too much for Nico, so he turns to Will and says he needs to go. When Jason looks at the audience and sees Nico leaving, he can feel that if in that moment he doesn’t make his first decision in his entire life that he made for himself, he will regret this moment for the rest of his life. So he runs out of the game and gives his helmet and position to his friend. His father stops him and says: What are you doing?!

Jason: I’m out of here.

His father: What?! But you are throwing away your dream.

Jason: No dad, I’m throwing away yours.

Jason runs to Nico leaving on the top of the bleachers.

Nico looks at him confused: What are you doing?

Jason: Something I should have done a long time ago.

And then he kisses Nico for the first time, and in that second the first drop of rain after months of drought falls (very son of Zeus coded I know, and that literally happens in the movie!). They both look up at the sky and a thunder rumbles loudly.

Jason looks back at Nico smiling: I’m sorry I waited for the rain. (literally altered my brain chemistry too)

And so a storm starts while they kiss, not even caring about the rain or people watching.

After that, while Nico is taking his last boxes out of his stepmother’s house to finish moving to Racel’s, he finds his dad real testament and discovers that he let everything for him, so he kicks Bryce and his mom out, leaves the cafeteria for Rachel to take care of, and goes to college with Jason.

#you guys really should watch this movie if never have #i dare you to tell me austin is not jason #and sam is also very nico coded #im thinking of doing more 00's movies aus for jasico #jasico #jason grace #thunderworld #nico di angelo #percy jackson #heros of olympus #jasico au #cinderella story

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