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The 12 days of fluffmas, day 10 - ice skating with Duchess Swan
Pairing: Duchess Swan x gender neutral reader (can be read as either platonic or romantic)
Content warning(s): none that I can think to add
Duchess wasn’t always the most pleasant person to be around, but there were a few things that were almost always a foolproof way into getting her in a good mood and keeping her there
Dancing was an obvious one, along with ice skating, as it was a variation of that
She loved showing off any moment she got, regardless of the audience size or if there even was one
After all, if life was a stage, then Duchess was definitely sure to make the most of it
Initially, she really only invited you to go ice skating with her because she wanted someone there to watch her perform, but if you insisted on bringing a pair of ice skates of your own so you could join her you shouldn’t be surprise when she gets all huffy over it
Eventually you can convince her to share some of the imaginary spotlight as long as you promise not to take over things
Just don’t expect her to help you up or even care if you happen to fall down
It’s not her fault you aren’t as talented as she is
That being said, if you actually can ice skate (and do it well) she will be insanely jealous of you
Like, excuse you? How dare you be better than her?? At one of her favorite things in the world???
Totally sulks over it, even when you try to reassure her it’s not that big of a deal (um, it totallly is that big of a deal, thank you very much)
Honestly she’d probably be the most happiest if you only went with her to watch
That way she can hone her craft, not be outshined, and have an audience all at the same time
☆ The 12 days of fluffmas ☆
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# ⎯ 〚 ❝ 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 ❞ 〛
𝐫𝐞𝐪. 𝗇𝗈
𝐭𝐰. 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖾
𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜. 𝗀𝗇!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋
𝐰𝐜. 𝟨𝟢𝟪
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦. 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝖣𝗎𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗇𝖾𝗋, 𝗒𝗈𝗎.
❝𝐀𝐋𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 let’s try this again!” Duchess stood over her pond, staring determinedly at her own reflection. “I am Duchess Swan, and I, can do anything!” For about the past hour Duchess had stood before her pond trying to calm her self.
You see, for a about let us say five months Duchess had harbored a crush on you. Now we all know Duchess isn’t one to run away from things she likes, she’s quite confident actually, so what, dare I say is keeping her from revealing her feelings to you?
I could be mean and say, nothing! There is absolutely no reason that the Swan could be hesitant to tell you of her crush. But, I am gracious and will tell you the more, nicer excuse as to why.
It’s because…
She’s a swan.
Yes, I understand we all know that, but with what comes being a swan also comes the consequences.
Such as feathers, whenever Duchess tries to strike up a conversation with you her nerves stand tall and her blood runs cold, resulting in numerous feathers magically appearing around her, the amount only doubling as she flees from embarrassment.
Or say when she honks, Duchess has always had a bad habit of letting out the loud sound of her winged counterparts, wether she liked it, or not. This became most evident the day Duchess once more attempted to speak with you, only when she opened her mouth a loud ‘honk’ came out instead of her usual voice.
Shocked and utterly mortified Duchess swiftly covered her mouth with her hands as she looked at you ashamedly through wide eyes. You stared back, as Duchess was about to profusely apologize your expression changed as you entered into a fit of laughter.
Meanwhile Duchess still stands there, no longer shy but angry that you were laughing at her! Her face turns red, and as much as she would like to yell and scream at you for giggling at her she knows she can’t lest the same odd sound emit from her mouth.
“Well, I wasn’t expecting that!”
⋅ ── ⋅ ⋅ ── ⋅ ⋅ ── ♡ ── ⋅ ⋅ ── ⋅ ⋅ ── ⋅
“What’s so funny?” Duchess asked, as she walked over to you, sitting down on the bench beside you. You smiled softly as you traced the intricate design of the letter Duchess had given you when she had asked if she could be your girlfriend.
“Nothing, just reminiscing, you know?” Duchess gives you a look, but it changes as you hold up the lilac colored paper in your hand, a teasing smile across your lips.
“I remember when you gave me this! For weeks you had been coming up to me, always confident in the way you would walk towards me, but it seemed as though you would melt when you were even ten feet next to me,” Duchess glared at you, while promptly crossing her arms over her chest.
“Well, what was I supposed to do! Just keep coming up to you and embarrassing myself?” She retaliated, clearly annoyed that you would most likely never let up on the fact the she was oh so anxious to talk to you she wrote a letter and even got someone else to give it you.
“Yeah, I mean, I liked it, I thought it was real cute just how embarrassed you got even before you opened your mouth,” You answered your lover, as memories began to flood your mind, and a feeling a pride begin to swell within your chest.
Just how lucky had you been to end up with someone who’s ego could never possibly be filled, yet your mere presence had them running for the hills?
Quite lucky, if you ask me.
⎯ 〚 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝟣𝟣.𝟤.𝟤.𝟥 〛
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🦢duchess swan masterlist🦢
key: ❤︎︎ - fluff, ☁︎︎ - angst
coming soon!
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dutchess tries to teach you how to dance
yes but no
she tried to teach you ballet
sparrow was litteraly laughing his ass off
you fell so many times its sad
you fell on sparrow >:)
you also fell on dutchess :)
after a while tho you got the hang of it
both dutchess and sparrow had to hold you tho (luckyyy)
raven was totally filming
you can now turn in ballet shoes (there totally not turning you)
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For I Have Sinned
“Let no one say when he is tempted, ‘I am being tempted by God’ For God cannot be tempted by evil.” James 1:13.
But Father Geto can be.
Newly appointed Chaplain of the Noble Court, Suguru is a reformed sinner. Sanctity, discipline and celibacy are commandments of his choosing. A devout servant of the Lord. Armored with the Breastplate of Righteousness, the Shield of Faith.
This should be sufficient enough to withstand temptation.
Right?
Pairing: Geto x Female reader
C/W: Religious themes, dark romance, eventual filth. 18+. MDNI.
A/N: Holy hell. Anon, you sick, twisted genius. You, the puppeteer. Me, the puppet who writes. This one — this story might be the one. Frothing at the mouth to know what you guys think. Going on AO3 for sure. I haven’t decided if I will keep this long fic series here, but since it was an anon ask its only right to honor them with the first chapter.
Art credit: @ potchi_jpg on X
Music: Garden Kisses x Giveon (this was on a manic repeat for at least an hour. It wrote the chapter. I implore you to listen and levitate like I did).
CHAPTER I. Hello, Duchess.
Andesite. Dacite. Schist.
Gorgeous.
Suguru takes a mental note of the rock formations whizzing by just before he spears the Aegean Sea. Tailwind force trailing his feet in an elegant whirl.
Eh, mediocre landing. He’s out of practice.
It’s true. Seminary did not allow for too much idle time in between biblical studies. Devil’s playground, and such.
And it’s not in his nature to half-ass any life endeavor, whatever it may be.
Suguru deftly levels out in the welcoming waves. Loose-limbed and fluid. Choosing to hover below her surface for a few moments longer. The tail end of his thick, singular French braid undulating behind him.
His body flows in tandem with the current. Swimming deep enough to scatter a pool of Fagri. He instinctively captures one in his large hand — not quite as out-of-touch as he thought.
‘Make it to shore! If Poseidon calls, don’t answer Him, son!’
The gentle fisherman called out each time Suguru dove off their vessel. Still two or three, sometimes up to five miles from the coast, he’d plunge into the waters. Regardless of her mood, Suguru craved to be surrounded by her embrace.
To be baptized by her tide.
Showered with her salt of the earth.
A dampened smile blooms across Suguru’s terse lips. Oxygen bubbles float about, from the muffled chuckle escaping him.
His father’s voice rings between his ears. A little less clearly, nowadays.
He always dove deeper than his fellow seafarers. Without the restraints of gear or protective equipment. Unnaturally comfortable in an element more labile than human nature.
Suguru’s father mused about his Stormborn boy’s true lineage.
‘Everyday, I prayed for you. Begged for you. And the God of the Ocean delivered a precious gift. Don’t return to His storms too soon.’
Fond memories, a little yellowed now. Callouses from those days have faded.
Suguru is a different man. Born again. In a new country. With a new home, a new purpose.
Even still, it’s comforting to know the world is 70% water, 30% land. And the Great Majority has always welcomed him with open arms.
No matter the iteration of his life, he’ll always find a home at Sea.
“Father Geto!”
What?
Suguru begins his ascent. He is still by the cliff edge. Not nearly far enough for the Sirens to beckon.
“Chaplain! Are you out there?”
Not even the saltwater penetrates his ears like this melody.
An ethereal crescendo. With all the grace and beauty of a summer swan. Light enough to lull stoic men to a peaceful, permanent, slumber.
More alluring. More disorienting than the songs at sea he’s heard and resisted. Potent enough to drown a warship.
Who is calling for him?
Suguru chases the lethal sound. Careful pauses at each depth-level. To avoid returning to Poseidon’s storms too soon, as his father would say.
“Father Geto!”
Ahh, a voice he recognizes. His alter boy, Noel, at the peak.
Helios is kind, today. Because the Sun kisses Suguru as he breaks the surface. If the Ocean is his home, the Sun is certainly his lover.
“What is it, Noel?” He calls in between strides to the volcanic edge.
“You have a visitor!” A tremble to Noel’s tone. Suguru cant help the low chuckle that leaves him.
Adolescents are always so anxious. Nervous about the most inconsequential, meaningless things. He was once the same.
Who could be visiting? His schedule is supposed to be cleared today.
Suguru laments leaving his clothing at the peak of the cliffside. Tossing a glance over his left shoulder - memories of his past life tattooed in various symbols. His back, covered in a sprawling trident.
A permanent stain from the life he lived before this. It’s unbecoming of a priest to be seen this way.
Latching onto the unforgiving rocky edges, Suguru scales the steep terrain in long steps and short holds. Serrated earth digs into his damp palms with each grasp.
He savors the pain. It’s familiar. An indication that he’s spent some time in the only other place he finds unfettered peace.
“Noel, my schedule was cleared. Who could be—“
“Pardon my intrusion, Father Geto.” You seep into Suguru’s sentence, effectively answering his question.
Music.
Suguru nearly falls backward off the ledge he just set foot on.
Rumors about your beauty pollenated the compound for weeks. Anxiously anticipating your arrival. Hushed voices between maidens. Whispers within the walls of parlors. Bellowing gossip between court officials.
All the words, all the speculations roll around Suguru’s skull. Louder than glass shattering in an empty room.
They were wrong.
Liars.
Not even a tenth of the truth can be found in the frivolous ‘she’s a beauty’, ‘what a pretty face’ and comments of the like taking root in the compound.
No, no.
You were sculpted by every single Deity Suguru has ever studied.
Because the One he has chosen to worship couldn’t have possibly crafted you alone.
The good Lord is simply without the means.
Suguru will have to repent for that blasphemous thought later.
…but God granted him eyesight, no?
Eyes that can see underwater with the same clarity as a cloudless day. He trusts his eyes more than any part of his body.
And they aren’t deceiving him.
Flushed and turned away, Suguru takes a moment to soak you in, while patting himself dry. Maybe taking a little extra time to step into his khaki slacks and white button up.
His wind pipe threatens to spasm with each sip of you he takes.
Exquisite woman.
You could convert a non believer in an instant.
The gentle slope of your nose, those warmed soft, high cheeks deserve to be cherished in a museum.
That dress.
The tailor must’ve sewn it to your body in real time. Rolling hills and dips of your feminine curves. So quick to surrender to the ride your frame is taking him on.
Suguru could fall to his knees and praise the Gods right here and now for their attention to detail.
“Duchess? I’m embarrassed. Forgive my attire, I wasn’t expecting visitors today.”
Still damp but fully clothed, Suguru walks forward with a steady hand outstretched. Intentionally skipping eye contact with Noel, who would’ve interpreted the glance as anger. The boy is practically vibrating in his periphery.
Concerned about possibly making a mistake, sure. But if Suguru were still a betting man, he’d bet your presence is driving Noel’s rattled nerves.
“I’m the one who should be asking for forgiveness!” Unveiling your face to him with a gorgeous smile, you offer a delicate hand that drowns in his.
Well.
To call it just a gorgeous smile makes him no better than the rumor mill and its grave underestimation.
The air around him is sliced to a fraction of what it was. Suddenly gossamer thin and inadequate.
You are breathtaking.
“Please.” A deceptively even tone and casual wave of his hand. You wouldn’t know that words taste like sandpaper.
“How can I serve you, Duchess?”
“You do not have to address me as such, Father. I’m not wed, yet!”
Bunny lines along your nose deepen when you laugh. Heat scorches Suguru’s ears and you both are presently under shade.
Do. Not. Covet.
“It’s all the same.” With a restrained smile, Suguru peels his eyes away from yours.
Resting them on his rectory in the distance. He gestures his hands forward. Noel scrambles ahead of you two, undoubtedly to go tidy the chapel (that is already spotless).
“You’re quite the swimmer.”
You could assassinate him, you know.
With that voice of yours. The way it stuns his senses. Far more dangerous now that it isn’t dampened by unrelenting waves.
Suguru is a strong swimmer. He knows it. Noel knows it. The whole court knows it. Great Whites know it.
So why is his spine unraveling at its seams when you say it?
Why is his heart knocking against his sternum like it’s on the run from something?
From someone, rather.
“Mmm.” Suguru hums through closed lips.
Unable to acknowledge the compliment with decorum. He opts for diversion instead.
“Duchess, if I may. What prompted your visit to the chapel? How can I serve you?”
The two of you take lazy strides along the cobblestone path. You ogle at a white rose bush that Suguru is particularly fond of.
“I was touring the compound and noticed the garden surrounding the Church.”
A distracted response, while nestling your nose in a pretty bloom. Sun rays fanning your face as if to showcase that you’re God’s favorite. A biblical example of how flowers should be enjoyed.
Is it just the roses? Or are you this beautiful no matter the plant?
“Ahh. Come, then.”
You’re being indulgent, Suguru.
Maybe so. But the Chapel Grounds are his domain. The greenery lives and breathes under his fingertips. He adamantly refused a groundskeeper for the garden. Taking pride in nurturing its needy existence.
Second only to his eyes, Suguru trusts his hands fully. They’re intelligent. Fast. Expansive.
Definitive. Firm when the situation calls for it, yet gentle. Quick to learn.
Attentive.
He’s never gotten a shortage of compliments on his hands—
“Wisteria!” You torpedo through Suguru’s rapidly disintegrating spiral. And he couldn’t be more grateful.
Regaining a shred of control, he leads you under the oak archway. Draped in curtains of Wisteria. The billowing lilac petals sway romantically in the sea breeze.
Your lips hang open in a pretty, shocked ‘Oh.’ Eyes wide, gazing up at him in wonder. Adoration woven into those beautiful features slams hot and heavy into his lower abdomen. Remnant embers warming below his belt line.
Suguru coughs to reset his over-sensitive senses. A futile gesture because you knock him right back down to his knees.
“Oh, Father…..please?” A soft plea rolls through the slit in your lips. Pulling his eyes down to your pout.
Fuck.
The rock formation Suguru took note of earlier suddenly materializes in his throat. You coated his honorific in a new tone. Breathy and desperate. As if he is the only person who could satisfy your needs.
His skin is half a degree away from melting clear off his skeleton under those big, warm eyes of yours.
“Specify your request, Duchess.”
Both hands jam into his pockets so he can dig his nails into his thighs unnoticed. The searing pain tethering him to this dimension.
A deep rose blooms over your cheeks. Realizing you hadn’t actually asked him a question before begging.
So, prettily.
“May I please tend to your garden? It’s…I’m far from home and gardening brings me so much joy. Please, Father Geto—“
“Yes.”
His agreement comes well before Suguru is ready. Or, thought it through.
Should a noble woman be seen doing tasks as menial as gardening?
Should you be seen without your fiancée on his grounds?
What will you look like?
Kneeling over a bed of sunflowers?
Kneading the soil with your delicate, small hands—
“How can I thank you?” Your lips curl into an intoxicating smile. And Suguru no longer has the capacity to be in your presence.
“No need, stay as long as you like. I have to take my leave.”
Suguru offers a curt wave and terse smile before spinning on his heel. Leaving you, a work of art, beneath the masterpiece that is his arc of wisteria.
He barrels down the Chapel corridors at light speed. The pews, confessional, meeting rooms whirl by his periphery in a drunken haze.
Cold water. Cold water.
The wooden bathroom door creaks and wails beneath his harsh touch. Suguru fumbles with the two-level lock.
He nearly strips down naked. The fire incinerating him from within is unbearable. If there were scissors within grasp he would’ve cut his braid completely off. Because even the familiar sway of his waist length mane along his back is too much.
You are too much.
Suguru’s fingers unravel his braid and reposition his locks into a tight bun. Off the damp skin along his neck.
‘Father….please?’
Your voice echoes from Suguru’s incapacitated brain down to his drooling cock. Icy water splashes against face.
Suguru’s length has been weeping since you first revealed your face to him. Twitching and thrashing with every single word that came out of that pretty, sinful mouth. He’s never been so grateful that today he chose to swim with compression gear, rather than his usual bared skin.
Are you doing this on purpose?
Wide eyed and demure. But with a voice more beautiful than any siren that has tried to lure him to his watery grave.
Is this a test?
Suguru’s fingers desperately grasp the golden cross around his neck. Digging the symbol into his palm.
“Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners…” He starts. Ignited, smoldering violet eyes staring back at him are unrecognizable.
They are not of God.
They are dark.
Lust filled.
“Now. And…and at the hour of our death.” Words slip through his gritted teeth. His other hand grips the sink edge.
‘May I please tend to your Garden?’
“God. Please.” Suguru is the one pleading. To anyone above.
For self-control. For reprieve from the shape of your lips when you beg. His cock bucks against his inner thigh. Demanding attention to the ache between his legs.
Are you Eve?
Have you come to destroy his Eden?
Your delectable mounds barely hidden beneath that fucking dress as the Apple?
“Holy…Holy Mary, Mother of God…pray for us sinners.” His vice grip around the cross tightens. Babbling words he hopes can provide him with some restraint, some clarity.
They don’t.
Because his other hand now hovers over the pulsating bulge in his slacks. His manhood starved. Especially having been deprived of touch. Of warmth for longer than Suguru remembers.
“Holy…Mary…fuck.” Blasphemy rolling off his tongue.
Scorching heat radiating from his hovering palm pierces his clothing. Encasing his cock like a warmed blanket. Enticing him like the soft sex of a woman. Every single muscle is under wire tension. Forcing space between his need and his hand.
His hands. Don’t forsake him now. He trusts his hands.
“Father Geto? Are you alright?” Noel’s call from the other side of the door startles Suguru still.
“I’m—“ Suguru clears his dry throat “I’m alright, Noel. What do you need?”
“I saw you run in here and—“
“I’m okay.” Suguru replies, more softly this time. The boy is almost too tender-hearted for his own good.
He doesn’t miss the small sigh of relief.
“I left your updated schedule on your desk.”
“And what would I do without you?”
Suguru can almost hear Noel smiling across the barrier. Gleefully padding away. Completely unaware that his presence was the saving grace from disgracing himself.
Another splash of cold water on his face and multiple deep breaths later, Suguru finally gains enough composure to emerge.
Curious about the updates to his schedule, he strides to his office. A leather folder awaits with his itinerary.
Saturday: 0800 - 1000- Youth lecture
Saturday: 1800 - 2000 - Evening mass
Sunday: 0700 - 0900 - Morning mass
Sunday: 1300 - 1400 - Pre-Marital Counseling [CONFIDENTIAL]
“High court, then.” Suguru muses to himself. Pulling out the envelope with a matching demarcation. Meant for his eyes only. Should the seal be broken en route to the recipient the offender could be sentenced to death for treason.
And at this moment, Suguru finds that fate less painful than the spear currently piercing his lungs.
His eyes burn into the names written at the bottom of the page.
The Duke Ahriman & The Duchess-to-Be.
Chapter II
E/N: Hello from [redacted]. I am literally losing my shite. I’m already in love with the plot before it has even fully materialized. And prince-of-the-sea-Suguru? This headcannon has me in a chokehold I fear. Thank you for reading 💋
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I Will Find You
Astarion x Reader (Soulmate AU)
Based on that aquarium scene from Romeo + Juliet (1996)
*******
She hated the costume. It was a sick twisted joke on her Mistress' part to make her wear this to the damned ball at the Szarr Palace.
A vampire ball on Hallow's Eve. How tasteless.
An ankle length white gown, plain and unadorned except for trimmings of lace at the hem and scooped out neckline. Of course her mistress would never let any of the spawn wear high-necked outfits or wear necklaces when they were taken out to mingle in high vampire society. The bite marks must be visible to everyone. The ownership must be acknowledged.
It was the wings that sealed the pantomime of it all. Stiff lacquered wings, covered in soft goose feathers, tied on to her shoulders with string. With the pale skin, she could pass easily for an angel should anyone see her flitting about in the darkness.
But one flash of her smile or a second look at her eyes and they would know that she was just another monster in sheep's clothing.
*******
Over the decades, Cazador had done several tasteless things to seal his status as the patriarch of the Szarr clan. From using his spawn as "entertainment" to holding lavish balls were his spawn waited hand and foot on drunken patriars of Baldur's Gate, there was no level Cazador would not stoop to to ascertain power.
But this? This took the cake.
A high vampire society ball on Hallow's Eve. Complete with costumes and candles and music.
Pathetic.
The armour and chainmail looked heavy but was actually just made of paste and cleverly dyed. As one of the prized spawn in the palace, it was imperative that he "mingled with anyone who looks important, if he knew what was good for him".
The threats didn't register anymore. After all, how different could this night's ending be from all the other times there was a ball in this wretched place? Some drunk and out-of-it duke or duchess would fancy him, he'd have to sweet talk and charm them into a chamber, do what was expected, make the necessary sounds and words, and it would be over.
And another piece would be added to the mosaic of power Cazador was building.
The hatred made bile rise in Astarion's throat and he retched into a nearby vase. It was better his stomach remain empty for what was inevitably to come.
******
It was not as bad as she'd imagined. There was a certain flair and theatre to seeing vampires of all classes costumed and swanning about.
Like they were normal people at a Hallow's Eve party.
Her mistress had let her "loose" for the night. Which meant she could walk around with the rare gift of turning down propositions. A small mercy, but after a century of servitude, she would take what she could get.
She walked along the edges of the great hall, trying to stay out of sight and in the shadows, trying to avoid anyone's eye. Just one night to herself. That's all she wanted after a century of turning.
******
Astarion saw the person with wings in a plain white gown seeking the edges of the room from the moment the Eastern Vampire Court's Mistress and her brood had arrived.
He'd been following her, unnoticed, since. He didn't know why but he had to see her face. It wasn't mere curiosity. It was an unexplainable pull he couldn't fight.
He followed and followed and finally had her alone in his sight. She was watching the ornamental fish in the aquarium near the archway to the garden. Her pale fingers following the path of a bejeweled looking fish. He moved to the other side of the glass and slowly walked into the faint light emitting from the aquarium.
Her smile was the first thing he saw on her face. The warmth, the soft creases at the ends of a generous mouth. The way her cheeks rose to her eyes.
His eyes were what she saw first. A warm burgundy, like aged wine, surrounded by soft lashes and sharp cheekbones. The curiosity pooling in those eyes as they took her in.
Astarion didn't believe in gods anymore. He didn't believe in love anymore. He didn't believe in fate anymore either.
But for one moment, he believed the goddess Sune had touched his heart.
The angel smiled at him and he knew. He'd heard of fated mates but he'd never dreamed he'd find his while living a life shackled to Cazador. But now he knew.
That fate spins along as it should. No point in fighting or denying it.
******
The spell was broken as another spawn of her brood appeared seemingly out of nowhere. "You must come immediately. The mistress requires you," says the spawn as he grabs her elbow and pulls her towards the dance floor.
Astarion did not think twice before dashing after her. He deftly moved between people, watching as she was pulled away further and further into the crowd.
Their eyes never left each other.
The curiosity and subtle longing in her eyes was enough for Astarion to know that she had felt what he'd felt too.
That damned, inescapable pull.
He'd found the one thing that was going to be his, and come hell or rapture, he was going to claim it.
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Foxtrot
Nikolai Lantsov x reader
A/N: hi! This was a request by an anon! Hope yall enjoy :)
Request: reader is like the princess or some kind of duchess from kerch and she gets invited to a ball in ravka. there, she meets nikolai and he is head over heels for her and they dance and everything
Warnings: Fluff, dancing, me not knowing shit about dancing
Word Count: 900
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The ball wasn't his idea. Genya was the organizer, and David and Zoya fell into the roles of enabler and enforcer respectively. Nikolai didn't see the use in a great gathering like this, but Genya was insistent.
"You need a queen, and what better place to find one than through drink and dance," she'd said.
He wanted to bash his head against the freshly painted walls of the Grand Palace's ballroom, but sighed and stayed stoic at his post in the corner. He took up residence there as soon as the evening started, allowing guests to approach and greet him while Tamar and Tolya flanked him. He made idle conversation as he watched the dancing.
Ties and tails and ballgowns of every colour--though he noticed a wealth of women in emerald green, the same colour of the gem reserved for the Lantsov royal family--swished about the room. It was a little nice to see the dancing, a little mesmerizing even, but he would never tell Genya that he was enjoying himself.
When the band's song finished, the dancers came to a stop. People milled on the floor for a moment, then a Kerch foxtrot began. Many people left for refreshments, but a few couples remained. The dance was not popular with Ravkans as most preferred a waltz, and he saw many nobles from his country skirting to the edges of the room. Even the seemingly most accomplished dancers from other countries were sitting this one out, but there in the middle of the floor was you and a graceless partner.
He'd seen you throughout the night, flowing across the room no matter who your partner was. His eyes often tracked you and your deep blue dress. It reminded him of the ocean waves cresting, especially with its white lining that complimented your movements so perfectly.
He knew your partner. The Count of Ulensk, who spent more time bidding on horses in Caryeva than caring for his people at home. Despite all his time in the liveliest Ravkan city, he was a terrible dancer. You flowed as gracefully as a swan, he moved more like a penguin, clonking about and stepping on your toes.
Without a second thought, Nikolai excused himself from whichever diplomat he was conversing with and strode towards the floor. He tapped the Count on the shoulder.
"Excuse me for interrupting, but may I steal this dance with your partner?"
The Count seemed offended for a moment, but he quickly nodded. "Of course, your highness."
As soon as he was out of sight, Nikolai gave you a smile and took your hand. He bowed, you bowed, and the dancing began
"Thank you," you said.
He gave you a charming smile. "Don't mention it. I couldn't let you suffer out here, especially not when you're the best dancer I've seen all night."
At his words your eyes dipped bashfully.
"That's a lofty compliment, one I'm not sure I'm worthy of. I'm only alright at dancing."
"Then everyone else must be abysmal. Quite unfortunate they were all invited to this ball, then. I must tell my advisors to invite real dancers to one of these next time. And you, of course. Even if you are only alright." He took a good look at you before he swiveled the two of you. "Where are you from?"
"Kerch, your highness. I came with my father, Councilman Bodden."
Your father was a Councilman in Kerch? That meant you had money; Genya and the squadron of people invested in his future queen would love that for Nikolai and for the Ravkan coffers.
He turned the pair of you around again, marveling a bit at how well you kept up. "And how was your journey?"
"Land travel became a bit boring after a while, especially through the desert of the former Fold. The trip across the True Sea was my favourite part of it."
"Was it now?" He raised a brow.
He wasn't sure if you were honest. He knew some in Ravkan court knew his identity on the sea. Perhaps the secret had spread and your speaking about the sea was a mere tactic to attract him to you. Yet that possibility didn't stop him from thinking you were incredibly cute.
"It was, your highness." Your eyes lit up. "My family's home is on the water, but we rarely go out into the harbours, and we'd never crossed the sea before--well I think my father had, but I certainly hadn't."
"Until now," he grinned
"Until now," you said with a nod.
He dipped you, his hand strong at the square of your back. You smiled politely, though he could see in your excited eyes how you were holding back a grin. He raised you back up.
"And do you like it here in Ravka?" He asked quietly.
"Yes," you breathed. "Very much so."
"I'm glad," he said.
Then the pair of you danced in comfortable silence. Nikolai couldn't stop staring into your eyes. And you–despite your initial meekness–met his stare eagerly, as though his eyes were speaking of their own accord, whispering pretty things to you. Saints knew he wanted to say them aloud, but a crowded ballroom hardly seemed the place for them.
The band slowed, the rest of the dancers did too, but Nikolai didn't want to stop. He held your hand even as the music stopped completely and both his and your feet had halted.
"Will you dance the next song with me, your highness?" You asked, your eyes hopeful.
"It would be my honour."
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A/N: Thanks for reading! Feel free to like, reblog, and comment if you want to read more, I really appreciate the feedback! Reminder that requests are still open for shorter fics like this. Otherwise, I hope you have a great day/night :)
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Pirate!Lev Haiba x AFAB!Reader x Prince!Kageyama Tobio
(In which you-- a young duchess to be-- are torn between the future king of your kingdom, and your childhood friend who has fallen into piracy...)
WORD COUNT: 6.5k (a WIP +)
SUMMARY: A swan dances along with the melody set for her inside her nest. She bounds on endlessly without tears. The swan is dutiful and the swan is without mercy for herself, but inside? She longs for more. She chanted out into the night, but only the moon bore witness to her soliloquy.
One day the swan met a cat. He is cunning, and carefree. Above all he is tender, with claws sheathed and teeth hidden away. Hardly a notable predator to the exuberant swan. She befriended him.
Eventually winter dawns and the swan must migrate. She loses sight of her cat, and mourns him for many moons. The swan's father senses her distress, and sends word to the noble falcon.
He is cold, he is calculated. Powerful, swift, and full of grace. Talons gleam like stars and they sink into the swan's throat.
The ever resilient swan will not cease her struggle.
⚠ WARNINGS: This story contains-- Explicit Smut, Criminal Activity, violence, period-typical sexism, Explicit Language, Alcohol Consumption, Fluff, Angst, and more...
CHAPTERS:
I - Have Pity
II - In Times of Need
III - The Caligo District
...
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I figured I might as well start a masterlist while I'm at it because I never really had one before, and don't exactly know how to write one. No better way to whack at it, am I right?
Hi! You an call me Naqe or N. I'm aspiring to be an author and have loved writing since I was in fifth grade. It has been my passion for as long as I've known. I write fanfiction as a hobby, and am in college! Surprisingly, I'm fairly new to tumblr despite writing fanfiction for a long time. I started out on Quotev and just recently moved to AO3 under the same name Naqe. I deeply enjoy the fandoms that I am in and the fandoms that I discover.
Basic request and ask ethics:
minors DNI (if you see the above banner on anything nsfw that i've written and you still interact. I will block you)
dms are open to anyone 18+ (im 20 an DO NOT want to be talking to a child for any reason)
don't be an asshole: INCLUDING BUT NOT LIMITED TO PROSHIPPING, BATCEST, OR INCEST (if i see you come to my page i will block your ass)
i will not write anything 18+ if asked {(only on my own accord) and even if I do, I use a place holder. No x readers}
no zenophobia, transphobia, homophobia
nothing pertaining to religions (think: religious themes) outside of black butler
i only write for male/gender neutral reader
nothing with yandere or mental illness (even if it isn't glorifying it)
Avatar The Last Airbender Batman Black Butler Ever After High Five Nights At Freddy's Genshin Impact Gravity Falls Harry Potter Marvel Monster High My Hero Academia Twisted Wonderland Nanbaka
[Atla]
-Sokka -Aang -Zukko -Toph -Katara -Uncle Iroh -Mai
[Batman]
-Bruce Wayne/Batman -Dick Grayson/Nightwing -Jason Todd/Red Hood -Tim Drake/Red Robin -Damian Wayne/Robin -Stephanie Brown/Spoiler -Cassandra Cain/Batgirl -Barbara Gordon/Oracle -Helena Wayne/Huntress -Ed Nygma/Riddler -Oswald Cobblepot/Penguin -Harley Quinn -Selena Kyle/Catwoman -Harvey Dent/ Two Face -Turner Haynes -Harper Row/Bluebird -Cullen Row -Duela Dent
[Black Butler]
-Sebastian Michaelis -Ciel Phantomhive -Grell Sutcliff -William T. Spears -Ronald Knox -Undertaker -Madame Red -Bardroy -Finny -Mey-Rin -Gregory Violet -Lawrence Bluer -Herman Greenhill -Edgar Redmond -Vincent Phantomhive -Blavat Sky -Joker -Dagger -Snake
[Ever After High]
-Raven Queen -Madeline Hatter -Lizzie Hearts -Cerise Hood -Darling Charming -Apple White -Daring Charming -Dexter Charming -Hopper Croakington -Hunter Huntsman -Ashlynn Ella -Briar Beauty -Chase Redmond -Sparrow Hood -Duchess Swan -Humphrey Dumpty
[FNAF]
-Mike Schmidt -William Afton -Ness
[Genshin Impact]
-Raiden Shogun -Tighnari -Kuki Shinobu -Neuvillette -Kamisato Ayaka -Kamisato Ayato -Thoma -Kaveh -Kaeya -Alberich -Lisa -Amber -Lumine -Aether -Zhongli -Furina -Venti -Diluc -Rosaria -Keqing -Itto -Kaedhara Kazuha -Shikanoin Heizou -Layla
[Gravity Falls]
-Dipper Pines -Mabel Pines -Bill Cipher -Stanley Pines -Stanford Pines -Robbie Valentino -Thompkins -Soos Ramirez
[Harry Potter]
-Neville Longbottom -Harry Potter -Ron Weasley -Fred Weasley -George Weasley -Hermione Granger -Luna Lovegood -Remus -Lupin -Sirius Black -James Potter -Severus Snape -Regulus Black
[Marvel]
-Spiderman -Doc Ock -Silver Surfer -Loki -Thor -Deadpool
[Monster High]
-Frankie Stein -Deuce Gorgon -Clawd Wolf -Cleo DeNile -Draculara -Clawdeen Wolf -Abbey Bominable -Twyla Boogeyman -Torelai Stripe -Ghoulia Yelps -Holt Hyde -Jackson Jekyll -Manny Taur -Venus McFlytrap -Rochell Goyle -Garrot DuRoque -Robecca Steam -Sparky -Hexiciah Steam
[My Hero Academia]
-Izuku Midoriya -Iida Tenya -Uraraka Ochaco -Bakugou Katsuki -Shinsou Hitoshi -Touya Todoroki -Twice -Mr. Compress -Toga Himiko -Magne -Shigaraki Tomura -Spinner -Overhaul -Hawks -Takeshita
[Twisted Wonderland]
-Cater Diamond -Riddle Rosenheart -Ace Trappola -Deuce Spade -Trey Clover -Idia Shroud -Malleus Draconia -Lilia Vanrouge
[Nanbaka]
-Hajime Sugoroku -Samon Gokuu -Enki Gokuu -Kenshirou Yozakura -Mitsuru Hitokoe -Rorotto -Kiji Mitsuba -Damian -Nijimasu Nanairo -Yamada Orochi -Koisuke Kyuubi -Uno -Rock -Nico -Jyuugo -Honey -Trois -Aki -Haru -Musashi -Liang -Qi -Upa -Hakushaku -Tengu Murakami -Tsukumo -Fuji-san -Kusatsu -Ikkaku -Kojiro -Isou -Kujaku -Mei Yomidou -Ido Yomidou -Chimney -Hell -Tauro Twister -Taura Twister
[ATLA]
[Batman]
Eddie Baby (Rose Corvid/Ed Nygma)
Gotham Frights (Rose Corvid/Ed Nygma)
[Black Butler]
[Ever After High]
[Five Nights At Freddy's]
[Genshin Impact]
Sickness is Green (Kaveh x reader)
Business (Diluc/Li Jing)
[Gravity Falls]
[Harry Potter]
Did You Hear About That Mother (Roan Goldfinch & Walburga Black)
The Eagle and Her Prey (Roan Goldfinch/Regulus Black)
One Last Night (Roan Goldfinch/Regulus Black)
One Kiss (Roan Goldfinch/Regulus Black)
A Thousand Years (Remus Lupin/Cassander Lyall)
[Marvel]
[Monster High]
[My Hero Academia]
[Twisted Wonderland]
[ATLA]
[Batman]
Crime Down 10 (Ed Nygma and Oswald Cobblepot x reader)
[Black Butler]
One Of A Kind (Ocs x reader)
[Ever After High]
[Five Nights At Freddy's]
[Genshin Impact]
[Gravity Falls]
[Harry Potter]
[Marvel]
[Monster High]
[My Hero Academia]
[Twisted Wonderland]
[ATLA]
[Batman]
[Black Butler]
[Ever After High]
[Five Nights At Freddy's]
[Genshin Impact]
[Gravity Falls]
[Harry Potter]
The Black Family (personal fanon)
[Marvel]
[Monster High]
[My Hero Academia]
[Twisted Wonderland]
Entrusted To You [Black Butler/Kuroshitsuji]
Meet the Character [about ocs]
Star Wars; Purged [Star Wars]
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Can we please get more Prince Friedrich? Maybe meeting his family
Prince Friedrich | The sweet taste of sin
I had few informations so I let my fantasy take the control. I hope you like it, otherwise write me and I’ll do something else for you😘
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Summary: Kinda the Sequel of “Prince Friedrich | Jealousy” Prince Louis Charles and Duchess Frederica of Prussia come at the end of the season to see their son and meet y/n Bridgerton, the lady who had taken the heart of the Prince, but there is more…
Pairing: Prince Friedrich x Bridgerton!reader
A/N: so I made some researches about our lovely prince Friedrich and I found out that he never become a king because he was the cousin of the actual King, and now everything makes sense to me. Also, I’ve learned that the Prince’s and Duchess’ marriage wasn’t a happy one, because they didn’t love each other :( Prince Luois Charles should be dead, he died three years after Friedrich birth, but it would be too much complicated so we are going to pretend that we sucks in history and none of us knew it, alright? ;D
warnings: my english :)
PREQUEL 1 - PREQUEL 2
Here we are, the end of another scandalous London season.
Surely, it has not been boring for everyone. We had found out the diamond of the season, and found out that sometime a pearl can take the most requested heart.
The Duke and Duchess of Hastings are organizing evrything for the last ball of the season, how many scandals it will bring to us?
There are rumors about a separation between the two; was their love just a flame that with the first rain had been turned off?
Well, what we know is that the Duchess’ sister, Miss Y/n, is still enjoying her newborn love with her Charming Prince, and I am more then happy for them.
It seems that Duchess Frederica and Prince Louis Charles of Prussia are coming to visit our lovely Queen Charlotte and their son, Prince Friedrich, is this the only reason? Lady Y/n Bridgerton had been seen quite nervous in these days, fear to meet your future father and mother in law, dear?
What I know far now is that the Prince hasn’t proposed yet, and this could bring doubts in the mind of a young Lady in love. Instead of walking between the streets of the city, the Prince had invited her to see the Palace’s garden more often, but don’t be surprise if you find yourself in front of them; it must be remember that Lady Bridgerton is still one of us, she can’t stay away from her normality too much.
I ask myself what the Royal Family will think about that...will they accept her or they will take the Prince away to return in Prussia and found themself a wife for him?
When it will happen, I’ll be the first to find out. But no need to worry our future Princess, you will charm the Duchess and the Prince as you had charmed Prince Friedrich.
“‘Normality’? Now being normal it’s bad’“ you said offended looking the paper in your hands.
“I am sure she meant nothing bad, my dear.” said your mother sweetly sit in front of you. You were drinking tea at the park all together, your family and Friedrich. He insisted to spend time with them to know all your brothers and sisters, and you couldn’t be more than happy. There were times when Hyacinth and Gregory weren’t polite and quiet as all of you, but he didn’t mind instead he started to play with them or just listen what they had to say.
“There is nothing to worry about, Y/n. In this months I learned to ignore Lady Whistledown’s words if they are not nice things toward someone.” Friedrich said resting his hand on yours that was on the table. You smiled to thank him turning to focuse on the paper resting now on the table in front of you.
“Lady Whistledown had written only good things about you two, sister. I think she likes you, together.” Colin said standing behind your mother chair looking the children in the park.
“Yes, I know...” your voice was a whisper and yu weren’t sure if he had heard you, but you couldn’t move away your eyes from Lady Whistledown’s words. Will Friedrich’s parents accept me? I am not a princess, how can they like me?
Since you knew about their arrival the doubts started to hunt you day and night. The dram of thr last night kept repeting in your mind; you had arrived at the Palace to meet Friedrich, but in the Great Hall you had seen him and Cressida getting married telling the guards to take you away. You knew she would be a better princess then you; she had the behave and the submission that you had never had. You couldn’t deny thet they would be a perfect couple together, but yet he had chosen you and the fear that he might see the mistake he had done when you’ll meet his parents scared you.
The Prince saw a shadow crossing your face while everyone started talking again. You were in your own world with the eyes focused on nowhere and an empty smile on your face.
“I would like to take Miss Y/n for a walk, if you agree Miss Bridgerton.” said Friedrich kindly. Hearing your name woke you up from your trance looking him first and then your mother.
“Of course you can, Prince Friedrich. Y/n is not the one who likes stay sit for a long time.” she said happy. He had always made sure to have her approvation for everything you did together; he valued her thoughts as much as Anthony’s.
“You are right, mother. I find the walks very healthy, indeed.” you took Friedrichìs hand that was kindly offered by him to help you to stand up. Intertwining your right arm with his, you started to walk hearing the footsteps of his guards behind you. They never left him evem when you had lunch at your house, but you didn’t mind, it was for his own safety and you didn’t want anything to happen to him.
After a while, when your family was out of hearing, he took an orange lily at his right and raised it in front of your face. “A flower for your thoughs.”
You took the beautiful flower in your hand with the first true smile of the day. “Thank you, my Prince. I am sorry if I’ve been revelead to not be a good company today; just...”
“Thoughs.” he finished your sentence understanding. It had already happened sometime that the two of you finished each other’s phrases; it was lovely for the other people and funny for you. “They might be about what Lady Whistledown wrote? When you call me ‘my Prince’ means that something if wrong.”
You brought the flower at your nose to smell its perfume. “Well, I like how it sounds, my Prince.” you smiled amused seeing him lowering his head and laughing. “But it’s not just that. Lady Whistledown had been in our life since months now, I’m used at her words...” you took a breath looking around. “Your father and mother are coming... They might expect that the one who took the Prince’s interest is at least a princess as well, but they are going to see that I am just...me.”
“I stop you here, dear.” he stopped in the middle of the little bridge of the park bringing you in front of him. “They don’t expect nothing if not what my letters said about you, and you know who they are going to see?” he took the flower from your hands breaking the stem and slowly putting the lily in your hair over your ear. His hands made you feel butterfly in your stomach; you didn’t know what your body desired, but you were sure that the little few times he had touched you weren’t enough. “They’ll see that the woman who took my heart is the most clever, beautiful and wonderful woman in the world. Because this, my dear Y/n...” he brought your hands to his mouth kissing them sweetly making you blush with a shy smile on your face. “is who you are.”
“I do not know what I did to deserve your heart, Friedrich, but you took mine long time ago, and I know there are no safest hands that could hold it.” you both stepped closer at the same time finding yourself with only few inches between your bodies. Your chest were almost touching, his breath a little above your lips and your hands still in his big ones. His big blue eyes didn’t leave yours, looking for few seconds your sweet smile.
“I promise you that I will take care of it as you are taking care of mine.” after a while still looking in each other’s eyes, you started to walk again laughing and joking and at the end of the day you felt more relaxed.
You slept all night, and when in the morning Mary, your waitress, came to wake you up you had almost forgotten Lady Whistledown’s words and you were ready to see Friedrich and apologies for the behave you had the day before. You were worry for nothing, even when Mary dressed you and styled your hair who you saw in the mirror was a Lady who looked like a swan in her dress.
When you entered in the living room all the eyes were on you; your brothers stood up quickly while your mother hid something behind the pillow of the couch. “Is everything alright?”
“Yes sister.” “Nothing wrong.” “You look nice in that dress.” they said almost at the same time nervously.
“You are odd.” you said shaking your head and walking toward your mother. “What is happening?”
“I have to tell you something, my dear. Sit down, here.” you sit on the couch beside your mother still confused by the reaction of everyone. “You see, we had found out a thing...you don’t have to-”
“The Duchess and the Prince are here in London!” yelled Hyacinth excited. Your breath froze, the air seemed to be stone because you coudln’t move and all your eyes could focus on was your mother in front of you who now was yelling at your little sister.
“Mama, tell me they are not the Duchess and the Prince of Prussia.” she looked at you sorry trying to find the right words to calm you. “Brothers! Tell me they are not.”
Benedict and Colin ran away from the room closing the door behind them and blocking Anthony with you. He turned around with a nervous smile on his face studying your body language. Impossible. You have grown up hiding your true feelings, with a smile on your face and ready to nod whenever you didn't share the same ideas of your interlocutor because you were a woman, and you had to appear polite not smart. But in a family like yours you couldn’t care less, indeed Anthony could see the bright light of the fear in your eyes.
“Yes, dear sister, the Duchess and Prince of Prussia are arrived tonight. Lady Whistledown talked about it in her morning paper.” he said walking toward the couch that was in front of the one you and your mother were sitting on.
“S-so they’re here.” you looked your mother terrified. “Friedrich said that they would have spent the first few days at the palace or around the city, so I don’t need to worry for now.”
The door opened and one of your manservant enterd in hurry. “Lord Bridgerton, Lady Bridgerton, Miss Bridgerton...” he bowed to all of you. “Prince Louis Charles and Duchess Frederica of Prussia have requested your presence tonight to dine with them at the Palace.” your eyes got wider froze on your seat unable to say something. “And...Duchess Frederica had requested your presence personally, Miss Bridgerton. She wish to know you better and...talk.”
His and your mother’s eyes were fixed on you while Anthony looked in your direction with the corner of his eyes trying to not laugh at your terrified face. “Tell them we will be there.”
The manservant bowed and walked away closing the door behind him. That day all the housemaids, waitress and waiters had the orders to help Anthony, Lady Violet and you in any ways possible to male sure that you would be ready for the dinner with the Royal family. No one questioned your absence around the house, they were all to busy to notice it.
You were in your room, sit on your bed looking the wall opposite of you with Mary beside the mirror waiting for your orders. Nothing was worse than think that all your time with Friedrich, all your laughs and your conversations could be swept away just with a worng word, awkward movement or with the wrog dress.
The fear of losing Friedrich was more painful than you expected. It wasn’t because he was a Prince, no you couldn’t care less about his title when there were just the two of you together. You liked his company, his humor and you had a thing for his voice; sometime happened that he told you thing in german making you loose your mind. You felt save around him, and it wasn’t because the guards always with him, but you knew that he would never let something happen to you; he would protect you with his own body if neccessary. And then, there was the physical part; you liked his eyes, his curly blonde hair, you liked his being taller and muscular than you, you liked when his big hands took yours or when he would put his hand on your wait during a dance. He made you feel strange feelings in your body, feelings you could not tell anyone about.
You..you loved him? What was love? Love was the one that shared your father and mother; love was the feeling that kept together your family; love was Simon who married your sister to not let her fall in a scandal; maybe love was Colin who would refuse to dance with any ladies to dance with Penelope... you were sure that love was the smile on your mother’s face at the wedding of Daphne and Simon.
Was love the flower in your hair? Was love the book on your bedside table that had a sweet note from Friedrich? Was love the fact that he forbide to you and your family to bow when you meet? Was love the shivers you felt on your back everytime you were extremely close to him? Or when he spoke in your ear?
You weren’t sure if what you felt was love, maybe the love arrived after the marriage, or maybe after the first child, but something strong must precede it, right? The same strong feeling you felt inside your chest all the time you thought about him. If it was love, if there were a thiny little chance that what you felt was the true love that mother used to talk about then you had to fight and keep it. No Prince, no Duchess and no Queen could take it away until you said so.
You stood up walking in front of the wardrobe opening it and then turned around to look at Mary whose eyes were already on you. “Mary, I want to look like a princess, tonight.”
“I promise you, Miss Bridgerton, you will be the most beautiful Princess that the world had ever seen.” she said smiling and starting to search the right dress among the ones that your mother made you buy from the modist.
“I’m fine with just the England and Prussia.” you smirked slyly.
Hours passed and finally you were ready to take the carriage with your brother and your mother. Benedict spoke to you before your departure, complimeting your beauty and reassuring you that everything would be fine.
He was right, you were beautiful. Your dress, long and bright blue Bridgerton had gems on the top and the bottom was simple but elegant. You didn’t want to wear to much jewerly, they weren’t your type, so instead you decide to wear a necklace choker with a small diamond in it. Your long arms were free and around your shoulder was a shawl of a colour little more lighter than your dress.
When the door of the throne room opened in fron of you the nervouness made you almost faint. Sit on the thrones were Queen Charlotte and a beautiful woman you suspected to be the Duchess; Friedrich was standing beside the Queen and his father beside his mother.
“Your Majesties: Lady Viole Bridgerton, her son Lord Anthony Bridgerton and her daughter, Miss Y/n Bridgerton.” the guard announced you. You three walked toward the throne smiling even thought you didn’t know who to look at, so you watched the Queen and the Duchess until the end and then, before bowing, you looked at your Prince who was already looking at you and both of you smiled at each other.
Staying bowed in front of the Queen felt like the day you’ve got present to her along with Daphne, but this time Prince Friedrich was there and coming to your side he offered you a hand. You took it and stood up smiling at him. Even thought you charmed him with everything you did, he didn’t want to see you bow in front of him; it seemed like everytime you did it a wall grew up between you two.
“Your Majesties, it’s a honor to all of us to meet you.” said your brother raising up beside you with your mother.
The Duchess stood up and with her husband walked toward you. You couldn’t read their expression at all. The Duchess was a beautiful woman with long blonde curly hair and the Prince was as tall as his son with white hair and a kind face.
You smiled trying to relase your nerves, they both seemed kind and Friedrich spoke about them a lot so yoi kinda knew that they weren’t difficult people, but still their looks made you feel a bit uncomfortable.
“Friedrich didn’t give justice at your beauty, sweetheart.” the Duchess said smiling allowing you to leave a breath of relief.
“You are too kind, Your Grace.” you smiled shyly. You didn't know what to say or what to do, should you say a compliment as well?
"It's a pleasure meet you, Miss Bridgerton. My son talked a lot about you, all good thing of course.” said his father smiling and kissing your hand.
“I’m flattered, Your Grace. I hope Prince Friedrich didn’t lie too much.” they laughed and invited you and your family into the dining room. You and Friedrich walked together behind your brother and his father and in front of your mothers while the Queen led you through the halls.
“Prince Friedrich?” he asked looking at you with a eyebrow raised offering his arm to walk closer.
“They are the Duchess and Prince of Prussia, I cannot call their son by his first name. It’s inappropriate!” you said amused intertwining your arms together, enjoying that little touch.
“Are you nervous?” he asked kindly giving a quick look behind; your mothers were speaking together whispering and looking at the two of you.
“Why should I? There is my brother, and there is you at my side. I have everything I need right now.” you miled seeing his face light up.
“Then I promise you I will never leave your side until you order me so.” he took your chair like a gentleman helping you to sit and then he sat beside you.
“I think you will have to keep your promise for a long time, Friedrich.” you gave him a sweet smile before looking the others at the table.
The Duchess was sit in front of you beside your mother, you were between Friedrich and your brother while the Queen and the Prince were at the two heads of the table. You offered a smile to everyone noticing that the Duchess’ smile never left her face while you spoke.
They made you questions, what you liked to do, where you met Friedrich and the Prince asked you to tell them about your travel with Colin leaving you surprise by such kindness and curiosity. Friedrich took every chance to speak with you and your mother, wanting to make both feel comfortable, but the Duchess commited herself in a lot of conversation with you.
Once the dinner was ended you hoped that you and Friedrich could have time to walk away like usual, but the Duchess surprised you again.
“Miss Bridgerton, can I have the honor to walk with you a little?” she asked making your eyes grew wider. Friedrich tried to say something but his mother sushed him. “Don’t worry Friedrich, I only want to know her without you men around. Come sweetheart, you can show me the garden.”
You gave a smile to Friedrich trying to reassure more yourself than him. You walked with the Duchess out of the dining room with two guards behind you. “Your Grace...just know that the honor is mine...” you said shyly trying to break that silent.
“Please we are alone, call me Frederica now. My husband is the one who follows the rules.” she took your arm kindly, but you could feel that it was different from when was Friedrich the one who took it.
“I am not sure if I can do it, Duchess.” your sincerity made her laugh.
“Friedrich told me that. You are really a sweetheart, aren’t you?”
“I hope so, You Gra-F...Frederica.” you got out into the garden. The moon was full illuminating all the flowers and the fountains.
“You learn fast! Come, sit down with me. Here, good.” you sat confused starting to wonder the real reason of that walk. “Now, I wished to speak with you alone for a long time.” you nodded to let her keep going. “My son is a charming man, and many women fell for him even before knowing his title. Hi’s handsome, I’m aware of that, but still his heart is kind and big and it’s my duty as a mother to make sure that it will not break for the wrong person. So, I can trust you and leaving his heart in your hands?”
“Of course you can, Your Grace. I have no desire to make Friedrich unhappy or even break his heart. I would never, never do such thing. ” your heart was beating faster and faster afraid that one wrong word and the Duchess would walk away forbidding you to see her son again.
“Good! You can come back to my son then, I’m sure he is worried for you. I’ll stay here to enjoy this beautiful night.” she said relaxed looking the sky. You watched her astonished...did she really believed you? Didn’t she need a speech or a proof?
She seemed so in peace with herself, like that was the happiest moment in her life. You could run away, you could return to your Prince and spend time with him. It was what your body wanted, indeed your legs made you stooding up and walking away. Few steps and your consciouness made you stop, you couldn’t leave her there with just those words.
“Your Grace...” she looked at you like she was already expecting it. “My father died when I was little...I don’t have many memories with him, he was a busy man, but I knew he loved all of us.” she smiled sweetly taking your hand to make you sit again. “I grew up with the stories of my mother about how much they loved each other. It was my favorite tale when I was little and my biggest dream now...you see, I don’t know what is love, I don’t know how to recognise it, but I promised to myself that I would have married for love, the same love that my father felt for my mother and vice versa, the same love that keep my mother waking up every morning alone in the same bed she once shared with the love of her life.” the Queen had tears in her eyes with a hand in front of her mouth. “In your son I found a friend, I found someone with who I can share interests and hobbies. He makes me feel above the moon, and I hope I do the same at him...I don’t know if this is love, but I assure you that nothing will change my feelings for him and could God never forgive me if I will break his heart.”
She hugged you, strongly and warm as your mother was used to do. It didn’t feel strange that the Duchess of Prussia was hugging you, it felt like a second mother. “My marriage was not for love, but I made sure that Friedrich knew the meaning of it. My biggest desire is that a day he would have what I didn’t, and I think I can trust you, dear Y/n.” she smiled wiping away the few tears she had on her cheeks. “Go, we have made my son waiting enough.” you returned inside laughing with the Duchess leaving all of the people inside the living room speechless. “Oh, hi honey. I’m sorry if we did late, you two will make up for the lost time in these days. Now it’s late, should we going to sleep?”
“I agree, Your Grace. Come Y/n, it’s quite a long journey.” said your mother standing up from the couch looking for Anthony who was speaking with the Prince.
“At this time the street are dangerous, Lady Bridgerton. Are you sure you don’t need some guard with you?” asked Queen Charlotte concerned.
“Thank you, Your Highness, but I have to refuse your offer.” Anthony said bowing and taking his hat.
“Such nosense! The Palace has hundreds rooms at least, you could stay here for the night.” Prince Louis suggested looking Anthony for his approval.
“It’s too much, Price Louis. We don’t want to disturb Your Highness even more.” he said polite looking the Queen.
You and Friedrich shared a confused look, what if you would spend the night there? You could see him in the morning and maybe he would walk you at home to stay together longer.
“In some way or another Lady Bridgerton we are destined to be family...” the Queen said looking at you and Friedrich quickly making you both blush. “So I don’t see any problem to let you sleep here for a night. Prince Friedrich wuold never forgive me if something happens to you.”
With astonishment in the face of all of you Bridgerton, the waitress showed you the rooms where you would stay. All the three of you got separeted at some point and you had no idea where were the rooms of your brother and your mother; you didn’t even know where you were.
Your room was huge, full of paintings and books. There was a canopy bed in front of you, the blankets were white, pure as a flower that must be took yet; just like you.
You let your hair free from all the haripins, the long waves caressed your back while you let the dress fell down. You took the corset away, breathing again like you had been drowing; you would sleep in your petticoat that was of the colour of your dress.
Once the curtains were closed, you were ready to go to sleep when you heard someone knocking at your door. Sure that it was your brother or your mother you went to open it before gasping in surprise. Friedrich was in front of you, not in his usual uniform, but with a simple beige shirt and black pants.
“Y-your Gr...I mean Friedrich. I didn’t expect you to come here.” you were afraid; afraid of how easyly seemed in that moment to fall and commit a sin without being seen, and you couldn’t let it happen.
“I know, I am sorry to disturb you. I wanted to make sure if you were ok...I don’t know what you and my mother talked about...” he said smiling. You let out a breath; of course he wasn’t there to tempt you, his intentions were true and it wasn’t his fault if you felt such strange feelings inside you. He wasn’t aware of the battle your body was having with your mind.
“You are so kind, Friedrich. I am more than fine, your mother is really the sweetest person I’ve ever met.” you offered him a smile. “I thank you for your though, but it would be not appropriate if some one see us here alone...”
“I-I know and it was not my intention to insult you in any way coming here. It felt strange being in the same place but not being together...I missed you, Y/n.” you felt your heart melt at his words making you close the door behind you so that you were in the desert hall together.
You took his hand bringing it to your cheek. You close your eyes for few moments enjoying his warm against your skin. “I missed you too, Friedrich, but I had to assure your mother with some business.”
You smiled to each other while he came closer to you with a step. You had never imagined that being at the same distance as when you dance would be different if you two were alone. There was no reason to stop, there was no reason to compose yourself if no one would be able to see you, and you were scared that there was nothing to hold your body to take what it craved so much.
He kissed your hair letting your forehead restin on each other. You noticed that his breath had got heavier just as yours and you had to close your eyes to focus on the situation and not on his lips so close to yours.
He cleared his throat caressing your cheek with his thumb. “A proper gentleman would leave, wishing you a good night and telling you he would wait the morning to come so he could see you again.”
“And a true Lady would thank you for your words and praying to the morning to come faster so that the hours spent alone wouldn’t be too much.” you whispered taking big breath. You felt something tickling inside your stomach, your legs shaking and shivers were emanated from his other hand that now was gently rested on your hip.
“Can...can you hear someone approacing? Listen carefully.” both of you staied silent trying to control your breaths so that you could hear better.
No noise arrived at your ears, only the whisper of the night that brought sinful suggest. You shaked your head slowly, not wanting to break the silent that was hugging you, hiding your bodies from the people out there.
He opened his mouths few times, trying to say something but the words died in his throat. He was distracted by so many things...your skin under his hand, the blush on your cheeks... he was drunk of your parfume and your breath on his lips was like a magnet to him; a magnet too strong for his own soul.
He brought his lips on yours, slowly and kindly, leading you on the street of the pleasure. Your body was completely under his control; your hands went to caress his hair while his hand that was on your cheek lowered slowly on your neck. His thumb kept moving on your skin while the hand went on the back of your neck, knowing that you would not be the first to break the kiss, but keeping your body hypnotized by his touch.
He kept his movement slow even when the kiss got deeper. You were sure he knew what he was doing, because when you felt your legs shaking even more he made your back rest on the door closed behind you.
Your body knew what to do, your lips moved with his like it was something you had done every day, and oh god you wished you could. Now that you had tasted him, now that you were feeling his lips on yours and his hands touching your body like he never did, you wanted more. You were sure that you couldn’t have enough of him from that day on, because once you know the sweet taste of a sin, you can’t stop.
#prince friedrich x reader#prince friedrich#benedict bridgerton#anthony bridgerton#daphne bridgerton#bridgerton netflix#bridgerton#colin bridgerton#bridgerton x reader#fluff
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Emma Swan x Reader - Hot
Requested by Anon - Would you be willing to write an Emma Swan/reader where they havent seen each other since they were in a foster home together, and emma see's reader as a party in storybrooke and is like "oh no she got hot"
Warnings - None I can think of
Note - I’m so sorry this is so short Anon, and I may have changed the prompt just a little bit, I hope that’s ok. And I don't know why I made this angsty
Remember you can send in requests!
“Come on (Y/N)!” A pre-teen Emma called, running down the street. “You gotta hurry up! They’ll catch us!”
“Emma!” A girl with a (H/C) ponytail called, darting after the other girl. “I’m not as fast as you!”
“Get back here you little brat!” An old voice growled as a hand clamped around the (S/C) wrist and yanked the (H/C) haired girl back.
“Emma!” (Y/N) shouted, reaching for the blonde. Emma turned her head, and her eyes widened. Emma paused for a second, before turning her head and running away. “EMMA!”
“Emma, are you ok?” Mary Margaret asked, placing a cup of coffee in front of her daughter. Emma blinked, shaking out of her daydream.
“Yeah, I’m ok.” Emma replied softly, wrapping her hands around the mug.
“No, you’re not.” Mary Margaret slid into the barstool next to her. “I’m your mother, I know.”
Emma sighed. “I was just remembering something-someone from my past.”
“Wanna tell me about it?”
“When I was a kid, I had this friend.” Emma started to explain, looking into the dark liquid of her cup, “Well, she was more than a friend, we...we were a thing. One day, we decided to run away together, escape the hell of a foster home we were put with and create a life for ourselves. But...I was a coward. She got caught, I didn't, and I didn't go back for her.”
“Maybe...you can go find her again.” Mary Margaret suggested, “Your good at that, right?”
“Yeah.” Emma took a large drink from her mug. “Maybe I can say sorry.”
Emma strolled down Main Street, her hands shoved in her pockets. She scanned the storefronts until she spotted one that she hadn't seen before which caused her to stop. It was a little shop, on the corner of Main Street. The architecture seemed to be French, but pristine white with flowers in the window. In elaborate gold writing, the top window displayed the shop name, ‘La Crème Du Chat.’
“Ma chérie, would you mind putting the sign out the front.” A voce sounded from the inside, with a noticeable french accent,
“Oui Mère.” Another responded. The door opened, and the little jingle of the bell inside echoed through the street. A woman emerged, with her (H/L), (H/C) hair brushed, and being held out of her eyes by an elaborate broach. She wore fitting jeans, and a white blouse. Her feet were bare, as if she had just woken up not too long ago.
“Holy crap…” Emma breathed. Her mind finished the rest of the sentence, She got hot... The woman’s (E/C) eyes scanned the street before landing on Emma. (Y/N) glared at her, straightening her back and walking back into the shop. Emma hurried in after her, the bell chiming overhead. (Y/N) was straightening some boxes at the back of the counter, as two men stepped into the room. Both were dressed to the nines, in neat slacks and dress shirts.
“Frères, can you get the stage ready?” (Y/N) asked, turning to them, “The shop opens in a bit.” The men nodded and shuffled over to the piano in the corner.
“Hey…(Y/N)...” Emma greeted.
“What do you want, Emma?” (Y/N) demanded, not even sparing the blonde a glance as she returned to straightening the tea boxes behind the counter.
“I...I didn't know you were in Storybrooke.”
“Yeah, well, it's been almost sixteen years, a lot can change in a person.”
“All this Magic and...Fairy Tales must be a shock to you.”
“Not really.” (Y/N) turned to Emma, “I was born in the Enchanted Forest, Magic isn't a strange concept to me.”
“You...wow...what’s your story?”
(Y/N) rolled her eyes, giving a mocking bow, “Marie Bonfamille, your majesty.” She replied sarcastically. “The ones cleaning up the stage are Berlioz and Toulouse, but here in Storybrooke their names are Noah and William, Will for short.”
“Aren't those the name from-”
“The Aristocats, yes.”
“Ma chérie.” The accented voice from earlier called as it descended the stairs. An older woman, with blonde hair pinned into an elaborate knot, descended the stairs. Behind her, a rugged man with a beard and messy orange hair ambled after her. “Oh, Sheriff Swan, how lovely of you to drop by.”
“Ma’am.” Emma greeted softly.
“Emma, my Mother, Duchess, and my stepfather, Thomas.” (Y/N) reluctantly introduced gesturing to them.
“Oh, Ma chérie, your father and I are going to pick up supplies for the shop, you’ll be ok to handle the work?”
“Oui Mère.” (Y/N) replied. Duchess smiled at her.
“Au revoir mes chéris!” Duchess said as she exited the store.
“See ya’ kids.” Thomas called as he followed his wife out the door.
“Now, you’ve come in here and disrupted us as we’re preparing to start for the day, Sherif.” (Y/N) said, “May you please leave.”
Emma reluctantly turned and left the store, however, she was determined to return and win back the heart of her first True Love
Tags: @baked-bean-bekah
#once upon a time#once upon a time x reader#emma swan imagine#emma swan#emma swan x reader#emma swan x female reader#the aristocats
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The 12 days of fluffmas, by me, fr4nkie0stein
Day 1 - baking cookies - Marinette Dupain-Cheng
Day 2 - putting up decorations - Robecca Steam
Day 3 - seeing Christmas lights - Entrapta
Day 4 - decorating a gingerbread house - Sayori
Day 5 - building a snowman - Abbey Bominable
Day 6 - watching holiday movies - Frankie Stein
Day 7 - going caroling - Charlie Morningstar
Day 8 - making ornaments - Scorpia
Day 9 - having a snowball fight - Cherri Bomb
Day 10 - ice skating - Duchess Swan
Day 11 - ugly sweater party - Briar Beauty
Day 12 - sending out holiday cards - Blitzø
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#12 days of fluffmas#fluffmas 2023#marinette dupain cheng x reader#robecca steam x reader#entrapta x reader#ddlc sayori x reader#abbey bominable x reader#frankie stein x reader#hazbin hotel charlie x reader#scorpia x reader#cherri bomb x reader#duchess Swan x reader#briar beauty x reader#helluva boss blitzo x reader
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# ⎯ 〚 ❝ 𝐀 𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 ❞ 〛
𝐫𝐞𝐪. 𝗇𝗈
𝐭𝐰. 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖾
𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜. 𝗀𝗇!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋
𝐰𝐜. 𝟣𝟫𝟤
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦. 𝖣𝗎𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐.
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞. 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗈𝖼 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀.
❝𝐈'𝐌 scared, Duchess!” You cried out towards your girlfriend, who had a sympathetic look on her face. “There is nothing to worry about, you will do fine,” She tried to calm your nerves, which were currently on fire, with kind words.
Today was the day of a very important show and it had to be perfect. “What if I mess up a step, or the music is wrong, a light falls from the ceiling! Or - or - !” Your mind was going at a million miles per second as you began to worry about the many things that could go wrong.
“[Name], listen…” Duchess grabs your hands in hers and squeezes them gently, “You have practiced for this for weeks, nonstop! I have seen you time and time again, and every time you haven’t missed a single thing,” You breath silently taking in what’s she saying.
“Nothing, and I mean nothing can or will go wrong.” You smile at her, “Thank you, Duchess,” she returns it, “Your on soon, I’ll be sitting in the front row with the others okay?” You nod before a chaste kiss is placed on your cheek. “You’ll do wonderful.”
⎯ 〚 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝟧.𝟤.𝟤𝟥 〛
#ever after high#eah#ever after high x reader#eah x reader#ever after high imagine#eah imagine#ever after high fanfic#eah fanfic#ever after high fic#eah fic#ever after high duchess#eah duchess#ever after high duchess swan#eah duchess swan#duchess#duchess swan#duchess x reader#duchess swan x reader
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ten lines, ten people
rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. if you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.
i was tagged by @arakhnee!! tysm sy!!!
“it’s just rain!” you laughed, spinning in a circle as your boyfriend hunched his shoulders uncomfortably. “it won’t kill you.”
rainy days - aaron warner x reader
Duchess Swan hated Justine Dancer. She hated that everyone liked Justine more than her, she hated how Justine always seemed to be trying to one-up her, she hated how (despite what she wanted to believe) Justine was a good dancer, she hated how fucking pretty Justine looked when she danced and laughed and winked at Duchess, and she hated how she couldn’t actually hate Justine, no matter how hard she tried to.
adagio pas de deux. - justess
Mary blinked, finally tearing her eyes away from the picture. Lily’s smiling face haunted her; her skin burned at the absence of Lily’s touch. She clutched the frame in her hands, shaking as a tear dripped onto the glass, running over Lily’s joyful expression like a lonely raindrop.
would’ve, could’ve, should’ve. - marylily
Faybelle met Farrah on the first day of Spellementary school, before she knew life had rules and those rules had a reason for being there. Faybelle was loud and rambunctious, the stereotypical “problem child”—not that anyone expected different from the daughter of the Dark Fairy. That didn’t make people dislike her less, though.
you’ve got me in my feelings (got me feeling so much right now) - farrabelle
“Oh, fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
see you friday - sweetrose
Crystal sucked on the inside of her cheek, trying not to make her irritation too clear. She hated the press—Grimm, she hated it so much—but Farrah had insisted it would be good for her career, and Crystal would do anything for Farrah.
fuck the press - crystarrah
mary’s room was the colour of cherries. dark, crimson, seductive, mary. lily couldn’t breathe.
cherry - marylily
i was gonna try to actually do ten but i do not remember which of my fics i wrote most recently after those </3
np tags: (PLEASE MAKE YOUR OWN POST INSTEAD OF REBLOGGING) @riffraffmanwhore @garlic-sauc3 @the-lavender-creator @utopia-and-broken-cynics @sp1rit-realm @royalrebelpropaganda @sehrenos @liquidflyer @cauliflowertree @masivechaos
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Duchess Swan masterlist
Fics:
None yet <3
Headcanons:
None yet <3
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#ever after high#ever after high imagines#ever after high imagine#ever after high x reader#ever after high fic#ever after high headcanons#ever after high masterlist#eah#eah imagines#eah imagine#eah x reader#eah fic#eah headcanons#eah masterlist#duchess swan#duchess swan imagines#duchess swan imagine#duchess swan x reader#duchess swan fic#duchess swan headcanons
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the wip tag game
ty for the tag @sw34terw34ther!!
rules: post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it.
i only have one wip so i’m gonna do my writing queue also
i’ll be waiting (all there’s left to do is run)
ever after high rewrite
ever after high chatfic
wonderland gingling angst
the destined
prev gen ever after high fic
dappling fic
ever after high/dc superhero girls crossover
ever after high superhero au
ever after high pixie hollow au
ever after high rockstar au
brooklyn baby sparchess fic
duchess swan x reader
wolfdancer fic
the school for good and evil/ever after high crossover
monster high/ever after high crossover
np tags: @prettybatgf @puppy-coded @new-romqntics @pxgeturner @my-my-only-angel @cherryys-stuff @arakhnee @queerdeadwizards @marlenemckinnons @goldrushtv @starconfettii @cauliflowertree @royalrebelpropaganda @sp1rit-realm @maddipoof @the-lavender-creator @starwiredd (please make your own post!)
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