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The Lost Princess - Part 1
Kaz Brekker x fem!reader
Synopsis: The old Queen Mother of Kerch's former royal family is offering a hefty reward to whoever returns her rumored-to-be-alive granddaughter to her. Kaz being Kaz hears about the reward and hatches an elaborate plot involving a fake princess. Reader is a lowly amnesiac orphan and escaped indenture who flees to Ketterdam where she gets tangled in Kaz Brekker's plot.
A/N: Hello friends!! Here is part one of a series I started writing a few years back but never published. It's inspired by the movie and musical Anastasia. I hope you all enjoy, and I hope it makes enough sense haha
Warnings: sickness, mentions of death, mentions of drowning, mentions of violence. pls let me know if I've missed anything
Word Count: 2056
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It was happening again.
You sat upright in the bed of your cheap lodgings, swinging your legs to the side and touching the floor. The threadbare rug was itchy against your toes as you took deep breaths, a desperate attempt at grounding yourself. Still, the dizziness did not subside. It came along every so often, never without the cryptic nightmares. There was always vertigo and memories of plunging into dark waters.
At least, you thought they must be memories. There was a significant gap in your mind from birth to the age of about ten, and the first thing you could remember was waking up on a fishing boat on the True Sea. The fishers handed you over to their boss, a wealthy merchant named Devisser, once you made port, and you were made to work for him in a fifteen-year indenture. You had worked as a scullery maid in that man's second home on the southern shores, but you managed to escape your indenture five years early, running off to Ketterdam.
Nowadays you were free to do whatever you pleased--if it was within budget, of course. You had precious little in your life, and you couldn't squander your money in the gambling dens of the city.
You had to be smart if you were to make it to Os Kervo. Another maid at the house had said that there was a better chance of smuggling yourself to Novyi Zem than to find a safe passage to Ravka, but you didn't let her sway you. You had to get to Os Kervo. It was difficult to explain, but you felt instinctively that someone was waiting there for you. In your dreams, the better and brighter ones where you could feel the warmth of arms around you, there was a voice that whispered, "I'll meet you there, my little tiger. We'll be together in Os Kervo."
The only trouble was how you could get there. You had no travel papers or identification, and it was difficult to obtain any--even fake ones--with such little money. It was a difficult position you were in.
So you went about your life, picking up odd jobs using fake names. Your name is already fake as it was. The surname, Vos, was given to you by one of the more kind fishers who pulled you from the water. He gathered a mound of blankets around you and sat with his arm around you, trying desperately to keep you warm. Sometimes you wondered about him, wondered whether he was still fishing for Devisser. Perhaps if the captain of that ship had not seen fit to hand you over to their boss the kind fisher would have taken you in. Life might have been better if you had been offered a chance at a family instead of an apron and a crushing daily workload.
Your feet carried you to the wardrobe in this shabby lodging room. You had to sweep a spider off your jacket before you slipped it on. The morning air was a nice reprieve against your warm face as you walked down the streets. Shops were opening, food vendors were starting the fire in their ovens; Ketterdam was waking up.
You meant to walk further than the Barrel, but you stopped as you saw the window of some sort of pawn shop. There was a dress in the window. It was the emerald green of a kind of fabric you had never owned but knew instinctively would be smooth to the touch, like a flat stone one might skip on the ocean. There was something so familiar about the short ruffles of the over-the-shoulder sleeves; perhaps you had seen a guest at the big house wearing something similar when you used to spy from the door to the servant's quarters.
There was no way you would be able to purchase such a beautiful gown, you barely had enough money to get by as it was, but you were drawn into the shop because of it. You had to spend some more time around it and the other beautiful items in the shop. You hadn't been around such lavish things since… well, never.
The bell above the shop door jangled, alerting a woman at the counter to your appearance. She smiled, but the sight struck you in the chest. As an amnesiac orphan, you learned early on that people saw you as weak, helpless, and naive. For your youth and lack of guidance, you were perceived as easy pickings, and people tried their tricks on you more often than you could count, especially here in Ketterdam. You'd learned to tell what was genuine and what was fake when you interacted with others, and the woman's smile was the first real smile you'd seen in a long time.
"A beautiful dress for a beautiful young lady," the woman said.
You shook your head with a pleasant enough smile. "I was just looking. I could never afford such a thing."
"And yet here you are in my shop." She followed your eyes to a case of assorted valuables. When she saw the dull music box you stared at she hummed. "Would you like to know a secret?" You turned to her "That music box is from the old palace. It belonged to the missing princess herself, I swear on Ghezen and the saints."
You pondered the validity of her words, keeping a level expression so as not to upset her with your doubt. Everything you heard about the dead royal family seemed like it happened a lifetime ago, and no amount of rumours about one of their daughters being alive somewhere would make it any less a ghost story.
Still, you smiled politely. Despite her pleasant expression, she was only trying to sell you something, something you would not need even if you could have it. It wasn't even the most eye-catching thing in the display, just a decrepit old music box of tarnished silver. The music probably didn't even play anymore.
"It's lovely," you lied, "though I don't believe I could afford it."
"I could give you a special deal. I like to think there's something in my shop for everyone. The music box deserves to go home with you."
"That's generous, but--truly--I cannot make a purchase."
She tilted her head at you. "What is it you want, my dear? You've come into my shop, looked around, and you have the nerve to refuse my generosity--what is holding you back?"
"I've already told you," you said, "I couldn't afford it."
"And if I gave something for free?"
You brushed her off. "That's a terrible business model."
"Perhaps. But I like you, little runaway that you are. You're a long way from home--you deserve something nice."
You felt your pulse quicken. She shouldn't have known that. You weren't on the list of runaway indentures, so the stadwatch wouldn’t be looking for you. You breathed in before you could turn to her, balancing your composure with great care. Emotions were not useful in situations like this. "What brought you to that conclusion?"
"You keep your head down, which is normal in the Barrel, but you're not doing it out of habit, you're doing it out of fear. You must be hiding from something--from someone."
She was apt, you'd give her that. The trouble was figuring out the degree to which you could trust her. She could sell you back to Devisser in a second if she wanted to, but she could also be willing to help you. After all, she did say she liked you. You looked her in the eyes and then spoke.
"I'm trying to get to Ravka. The thing is, I don't have the money for travel papers, be they legal or illegal. I can't afford even that, and I could never afford anything in your shop." You straightened out, about to leave. "I'm sorry to have wasted your time--"
"Brekker can help you."
You stopped in your tracks.
“He can get you to Ravka, no travel papers necessary.”
You faced her again, questioning, “Where can I find this Brekker?”
“He owns a club down the road from here. The sign has one of those annoying blackbirds on it.”
“A raven?”
“No, a pesky crow.” She fiddled with a set of keys around her neck. “Anyways, he can help you on your way. I assure you.”
“How much will this information cost me?”
“Nothing, my dear. I hope you make it to Ravka.”
You thanked her, ducking your head as you left the shop. You kept a wary eye about you as you wove through the streets, finding your way back to your lodgings. There was little trust in such a wicked city as Ketterdam, specifically here in the barrel, and you were constantly looking out for any sign of danger. The shopkeeper wasn’t dangerous, not from what you could tell, but you had to keep your wits. One false move and you could be sent back to Devisser.
You couldn’t let that happen.
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Kaz stepped out from the back of the shop after the bell above the door rang out once more, signifying your departure. He was lucky to have been behind a particularly packed shelf furthest from the door, else you would have seen him and wouldn’t have explained your plan to Eugenia, the shopkeeper. Eugenia, for her part, did well to nudge you in the direction of the Crow Club. Undoubtedly she would want some credit for that, he knew. And, just as he thought, she brought it up as soon as he reappeared.
"I've found your missing princess for you, Kaz," Eugenia smirked. "And how valuable she'll be for you."
"You didn't do anything for me, Eugenia. She'll be just as impossible as the others," he retorted.
He'd been auditioning young women to play the part of the missing princess for months now. Ever since he'd heard of a hefty reward posed by the old duchess and grandmother to the princess, he'd devised a plan, learning everything he could about the toppled royal family.
"I think she's the one. Do you know why?"
He kept his stare neutral, but the disapproval remained on his lips in permanence. Eugenia liked to speak as though she knew best, leading tourists and tramps into traps as she sold them tin under the guise that it was rare silver. Even wisdom offered by her would be false.
She continued. "She'll play the part--and she'll be damn good at it--because she's desperate. Desperation makes us do what we otherwise would not."
He tilted a brow at her. "What do you want?"
"Waive six months of my rent," she said. There was no way she thought that he would accept this deal. He didn't even have confirmation that you would find him or that you would be willing to go through with his masquerade. Eugenia was a fool.
"If she is a good fit for the princess, I will waive one month of your rent," he bargained.
"Hold on, she is going to make you a million Kruge--I deserve more than a month for that."
Kaz frowned at her, leaning into his cane. Who was she to make demands? "Firstly, there's no guarantee that she can do the job. Secondly, even if she is a good fit, I don't owe you anything. You decided to send her to me before you thought to broker a deal; I don't owe you a thing."
She thumbed at her ring of keys. Eugenia was upset with herself and with him, he could tell.
"If she can play the part," Kaz said, straightening out, "I am willing to waive three months of your rent on the condition that you supply me with whatever I might need from this shop free of cost."
"Whatever you need for the job, right? I can't just give you anything you want from now on."
He nodded. "Just for the job. Do we have a deal?"
"Deal."
Kaz left the shop without the rent that he'd initially come to collect, but with something much more valuable if he played his cards right. He'd only caught a glimpse of you, but he was inclined to believe what Eugenia said. Desperation makes us do what we otherwise would not, and you had sounded plenty desperate.
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.⋆｡Lost Souls Part 2｡⋆.
The Lost Princess Chapter 8
Jotun!Loki x plus size reader
With the discovery of who Loki really is, Y/N returns to the avengers determined to forget him, but things are never that simple
Warnings: arranged marriage, angst, enhanced!reader, swearing, age gap, angst, depression, sickness, fluff, smut (finally), loss of virginity, minimal foreplay, some confessions, unprotected sex, bit of praise kink
WC: 3k
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Snow whipped around her violently, slicing into her skin like tiny knives. Huge columns of ice surrounded her, caging her in a frozen maze which she could never hope to escape alone.
Fear clawed up her belly as Y/N snapped her head around, eyes wide, desperately searching for a way out. “This isn't the palace!” She screamed into oblivion but, of course, received no answer back.
There was a light in the distance, just barely shining through the haze of the storm, tempting her towards the unknown. An ache deep in her chest pulled her forwards, guiding her through the frozen forest until she reached a humble cabin tucked between to particularly large columns. It was quite obviously not built with a Frost Giant in mind given its small size. It rather looked like it was made for a human.
A dying candle in the window was the only light emanating from the otherwise dark house. The storm was beginning to grow worse so Y/N picked up her pace until she found herself at the doorstep.
She had only a moment of hesitation before she placed her hand upon the doorknob and let the heavy wood swing outwards, tempting her inside. The wind screamed as she stepped into the cabin, adding to the dread that was slowly building inside her.
The door slammed shut behind her, making Y/N jump. “Jesus Christ.” She muttered to herself, eager to hear something besides the frantic beating of her heart. The candle flickered, the wick almost completely gone now.
There came a groan from the darkness, it was weak and sickly like the sound a dying animal would make in its last moments. A shuddering breath escaped her lungs as Y/N tried to pinpoint where the sound had come from.
She would kill Heimdall if he sent her to the den of some monster. Holding out her trembling hand, she focused as best she could on her palm, allowing for a small flame to grow just above the middle of her hand.
Slowly, more of the cabin became illuminated revealing a large fireplace with a small kitchenette beside it, a shelf stuffed with books and a single bed pushed into the far corner. A mass of blankets sat on top of the mattress, moving slightly as another groan echoed through the room.
Now less frightened, Y/N quietly inched to the bed. The pile shifted again, revealing the top of their head. Raven hair fanned out over the pillow beneath them. Y/N held her breath as she gently pulled back the covers with her free hand.
“Oh Loki.” This was the boy she loved so long ago, all grown up.
He was so infallibly human, pale skin free from any of the dark markings she had remembered. A long nose and high cheekbones made him even more regal, if it wasn't for the gauntness of his cheeks and the almost bruise-like dark circles beneath his eyes.
She let herself touch his forehead but quickly pulled away when she felt the extreme chill that his skin held. This was far colder than she had ever seen from him before. He could barely move as he unconsciously leaned into her warmth.
“Shit. We have to get you warmed up.” Quickly, Y/N tucked the blankets around him again before she scurried over to the fireplace, praying that there was any sort of firewood around.
Loki groaned as she moved away. “I know, just a minute.” She gave a small shout of triumph as she found a few logs in the kitchen cabinet. Throwing them into the hearth with very little grace and fell to her knees. Wrapping a hand around one of the pieces of wood in the centre of the pile, she took a deep breath.
Heat raced through her veins and far easier than ever before, fire bloomed from her skin, setting the wood alight. She sighed in relief as the cabin's air began to warm up but not nearly quick enough for her taste.
She looked back at her husband who's dark brows were now scrunched together as if he were in pain while he continued to shiver violently. Rising to her feet, Y/N stripped off her sweater and shorts, leaving her only in her underwear as she approached the bed once more.
Loki's body trembled with the cold as she pulled back the sheets, but stopped as soon as she slipped behind him, curling her soft body around him as best she could. One arm wound around his stomach, her palm coming to rest right above his heart as her other hand slid beneath the pillow and his head, almost cradling him.
He was so weak, barely a glimmer of the man she married remained as the fever ravaged him. It would have been easy to walk right back out of that door and let him die for the things that he did. But instead, her arms tightened around his body.
She couldn't leave him, not when he refused to abandon her, not when his very presence soothed the rage sea of fire within her.
“Just rest now, I'll take care of you.” She placed a kiss on his temple then shut her eyes, her mind finally at peace.
“Good morning sleepyhead.” Her voice called out to him through a fog. Loki smiled and pried his eyes open to see his wife standing before a roaring fire, an open book in her hands. She only wore a shirt of his and nothing else, leaving very little to the imagination which he was incredibly grateful for.
“The gods must have smiled upon me to grant me such a dream.” He murmured, happily settling back into the bed to watch what he believed to be his last moments. “I have missed you so, little star. I do hope that you are safe and that you are happy without me.”
The book snapped shut and he raised an eyebrow at her, making her put the book back upon the shelf so he could have her undivided attention. “This isn't a dream.” She stated firmly but Loki just laughed weakly under his breath.
“This must be a dream because I know you would never come back, not after I've done so much evil.” Her steps were light as she walked back to him. He opened his arms to her, willing this apparition to grant him one last shred of comfort.
But she did not obey, instead she took his hand and laid it upon her breast, letting him feel the heat of her skin and the beating of her heart. “I am real. I am here. And you have been a complete bastard but you are my husband and it is my duty to be beside you and keep you from making any more stupid decisions.”
She released her hold on his wrist but Loki's touch remained firmly planted on her as if to convince himself that this was, in fact, real. “I am not dead?”
“Not as far as I can tell.” She replied.
“And you are here with me?”
“Took the Bifrost myself.” Y/N traced the line of his jaw carefully as if her touch could break him. “You've been so sick, burning a fever that I almost couldn't stop. I've been here for days and this is the first time you've been coherent enough to realise that you weren't alone anymore.”
The crackle of the fire masked the sound of yet another storm outside, providing the lost prince with a comfort he had not felt since she was last in his arms. "Thank you.” He whispered, though it was not just for her healing hand. Loki nuzzled into her touch as his own still felt the strong beat of her heart.
He stopped for a moment then spoke once more. “Why did you come back, really?”
Loki watched with bated breath as Y/N sighed deeply, seemingly lost in her own thoughts as she struggled to answer him. Unable to help himself, his hands wandered down to her wide hips and cupped them softly. “I remember you- this you.” Her fingertips brushed along his cheekbone, his now green eyes gazing up at her with reverence.
“I remember that first summer when I met you. You were so small then, but of course so was I. You were always so kind to me, telling me stories of heroes and gods. Then you would leave, for weeks, sometimes months and I often wondered if I had just dreamed you up. Mom said you were real because I believed in you but not all mothers indulge their children.” She chuckled and her fingers moved to his hair, tangling themselves in the soft locks.
She let him pull her closer so that his chin could rest upon her sternum, having to bend slightly forward so that his head would not connect to her collarbone, even in his human form Loki still towered over her. Her brow crinkled. “But I forgot you. And yet, that feeling of home, of safety, of love still remained, even when I hated your guts and you kept me locked in that stupid fucking bedroom.” He groaned into her skin.
“I won't apologise for that.” He grumbled.
“I know.” She cooed. “It was all so confusing and terrifying, I couldn't recall what was real and what was because of my broken mind but you were there and in your own way, you helped me. Your rules, your temper, your teachings- all of it grounded me, let me realise that I could trust in something if I couldn't trust myself.”
“And what is that?” His words were a mere breath of air as Y/N took his hands into her own, her warmth and his chill blending together perfectly, and guided him to his feet. He obeyed easily, only stumbling for a moment as his body struggled to remain upright after being in bed for weeks.
“That I love you.” His eyes flicked over her face, almost searching for any sign of deceit but when he found none, his control shattered.
Her lips were just as soft as he remembered, just as addictive, as he kissed her gently. He could feel the beginnings of her smile but it quickly dropped as his hands fell to her wide hips, pinning her to his front.
Y/N gasped into his mouth, allowing his tongue to snake between her lips. Her fingers curled into his shirt, pulling at the fine fabric, desperate to get him even closer. Molten heat pooled between her soft thighs as his hardness grew against her soft stomach.
“My princess, do you wish for this to go further?” She moaned at the sincerity of his tone, so different from Steve's. She could help but nod frantically.
“Yes master, I need you.” It was so easy to slip backwards, let him take all of the responsibility and control but Loki's grip tightened while he forced himself from her lips.
“No, not this time. It's just us, the way it should have been so long ago.” The tip of his nose brushed against hers gently in reverence. “Just you and me, nothing more.”
Her smile widened as her eyes sparkled with adoration. “Yes, I want to be with you Loki.” His expression melted.
“You are everything.” This time his kiss was far more desperate. His touch seemed to be everywhere, exploring every part of her that he could while refusing to part from her swollen lips.
Her arms wound around his neck as Loki's hands traced up the soft skin of her thighs, slipping beneath her shirt before coming to a stop right where her legs met her hips.
He froze and then a growl rumbled through his chest. “You weren't fucking wearing anything under this?” He hissed, making her giggle softly.
“What, it's not like you keep a healthy stock of panties here and I spent three days nursing you back to health.”
“Fuck.” He groaned and before she could even yelp, he turned and threw her onto the bed, knocking most of the pillows off with the force of it. “You delectable temptress, you have enchanted me.”
His own shirt was quickly shed, revealing to her a lean but muscular torso decorated with faint silvery lines of scars and hairless save for a trail of it leading to a dark thatch of it right at the axis of his hips.
At the sight, Y/N squeezed her thighs together, desperate for some kind of friction to ease her aching cunt. His black trousers were pulled tight with the weight of his cock which was getting harder by the second.
“Come here husband.” She held her arms open to him, mirroring the way he had done for her mere minutes before.
Green eyes stared deeply into her own e/c ones as Loki slowly placed his hands on either side of her calves and began to crawl up the length of her body, forcing her legs apart in order to slip his body between them.
He caught one of her thighs against his knee and as his face finally levelled with hers, he pushed her leg forwards, leaving her bare and vulnerable to him. Only a thin layer of fabric kept them apart now. “Anything for you, wife.”
His breath fanned across her lips, his raven hair hanging down like a curtain that sealed them away from the rest of the realms. No more words were needed, everything that he wanted to tell her and she him was caught in the lustful gaze that neither wished to break.
Her leg tightened around his slim hip, pulling him impossibly closer. Their moans wove together like wisps of smoke as his still covered cock pressed against her pussy.
Leaning his weight onto one hand, Loki's other slipped between them, all-too eager to finally have her.
Y/N lifted her head to kiss him once more as slender fingers cupped her mound. “Loki.” Her hips bucked, trying to get him to move faster to the place she needed him most but he would not budge.
“Patience my star, I do not wish to hurt you.” But his voice wavered with his effort to stop himself from taking her right then. She whined pitifully, now growing desperate for some kind of relief.
“I don't care, I just want you.” His head dropped to the crook of her neck as he groaned. “Please, do not make me beg.” She could feel his control begin to wane even as he drew closer to her dripping entrance.
His teeth nipped at her skin in warning but of course she would not heed it. “I'm a god, you cannot hurt me.” She tried one last time.
Loki chuckled, his back shifting beneath her hands. “Well then, perhaps I shouldn't deprive my princess of what she so clearly wants any more.” She could barely bite back her whine as he pulled away from her.
The ties to his trousers loosened with barely a flick of his wrist, releasing himself from the now entirely too-tight confines of the fabric. He let out a sigh of relief then shucked the pants down his legs as best he could without adding anymore space between them.
His cock rested between her lips teasingly, the chill from him sending pleasured goosebumps across her body. Loki pressed the head against her entrance. “Are you sure?” He asked once more, his tone now entirely soft.
“I've never been more sure of anything.”
The stretch was unlike anything she had felt before, carrying with it a sharp pinch of pain and a mind-numbing fullness that had her jaw dropping in a silent scream. He was carving out his place inside of her, marking her as eternally his.
“By the gods.” He snarled through clenched teeth. “You are tight.” The muscles in his back rippled as he tentatively pushed forwards, forcing another inch inside her already stuffed cunt. Her back arched into his chest in some desperate attempt to make more room for his monstrous cock.
“Big.” Was all she could gasp out through pressure in her stomach. Loki's hips stuttered and suddenly he was fully seated within her, his heavy balls tightly pressed to her ass as the base of his pelvis shone with the sheer amount of wetness that had been dripping from her.
He pressed his mouth to her lips in a messy kiss as he tried to regain some semblance of control. “That's it, that's my good girl. You took it all so well. I'm so proud of you.”
Her pussy rippled around him at the praise. “Princess.” He moaned and unable to stop himself any longer, Loki pulled out just a couple inches and then thrust back into her warmth quickly.
It sent shockwaves of pleasure up her spine and pushed the pain to the back of her mind. Her heel dug into his back. “More.” She cried. “Please, more!”
Her whole body jolted up the mattress with his next thrust and she wailed into the air. “Whatever you wish, my star. I would do everything for you.”
Tears rolled down her temples as he gripped her waist, keeping her body still for him to plunder. “You are more divine than the heavens, than any dream that my broken mind could conjure.”
He hit that special place inside her that forced the air from her lungs and made her vision spot with blackness as ecstasy curled around the base of his spine. “My pet.”
He thrust again. “My princess.”
Her nails sliced into his shoulders as her body wound tight. “My guiding star.”
His hips lost their rhythm for a moment and Y/N was finally able to choke out- “My Loki.”
Their ends collided together in a storm of epic proportions as they held each other close, unwilling to let go of their most precious possession.
“I love you.” Loki managed to say between breaths.
“I love you.” She responded immediately. He looked down at her, seemingly unable to find anything else to say until his eyes dropped to where her shirt had exposed her chest.
The silver of the necklace glinted brilliantly in the dying firelight, shining like a star. “You- you didn't take it off.”
Her gaze followed his own and then travelled back to his face. “Not even for a second.”
And as their lips met once more, Loki thought that if this was a dream, he wished to never awaken again.
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Some Rosewood Chronicles Sims
In (belated) honour of the 1 year anniversary of Princess Ever After have some Rosewood Sims
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Households: Takeshin Students, Conch House: Stratus House, Ivy House + Ollie
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Sayuri Chiba:
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Rio Santos:
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Miko Hanajima:
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Haruki Hinamori:
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Conch House
Anastacia Alcroft:
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Saskia San Martin:
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Raphael Wilcox:
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Stratus House:
Lola Tompkins:
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Mickey Tompkins:
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Binah Fae:
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Ivy House + Ollie:
Lottie Pumpkin:
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#rosewood chronicles#the rosewood chronicles#rwch#lollie#connie glynn#undercover princess#princess in practice#the lost princess#princess at heart#princess ever after#my post
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Don't you sometimes look at stuff you wrote years ago and think "How I wasn't high???"
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Once upon a December🎶
#leia organa#princess leia#anakin skywalker#the lost princess#anastasia#anastasia 1997#once upon a december#alderaan#naboo
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My top 8 TRWCH characters because YAS (except I finished the entire book series)
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8. Anastacia. She had such wonderful character development and I loved that she was so kind to Lottie in the last book, and that she stayed by her side always. I'm upset she had to be on #8, but I love the others down below just a little more. Sorry, Ani.
7. Ellie. Ellie hurt and betrayed Lottie, yet in the end, she still made the choice to throw away her crown to be with Lottie.
6. Lola & Mickey. I have no explanation, except that they are also very sweet and kind and I just LOVE Lola. Mickey as well.
5. Lottie. Lottie changed from #8 to #5, which is a huge improvement. Why? Well, I realized with all the shit she went through, and even though Ellie betrayed her and hurt her like that, she still loved her. And I would do the same, but Lottie has been through traumaS. I was surprised she never wanted to stop being a Portman because of how dangerous it was.
4. Binah. Binah is such a sweet, beautiful soul. She says what she thinks and she doesn't lie to please. She's the real deal.
3. Percy. After I read PEA and I realized how kind and caring he was, he went from #4 to #3.
2. Jamie. Still Jamie. I love him so so much especially after I finished PEA.
1. Sayuri. Also still her, because I love her and I am very, extremely gay for her.
#ellie wolf#jamie volk#lottie pumpkin#rosewood chronicles#the rosewood chronicles#princess ever after#princess at heart#the lost princess#princess in practice#undercover princess
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.⋆｡Lost Souls Part 1｡⋆.
The Lost Princess Chapter 8
Jotun!Loki x plus size reader
With the discovery of who Loki really is, Y/N returns to the avengers determined to forget him, but things are never that simple
Warnings: violence, arranged marriage, angst, enhanced!reader, swearing, unhealthy relationship, age gap, some Steve x reader, Steve is an asshole in this chapter, making out, angst, depression, drugging, sickness, flashbacks, almost smut
WC: 3.9k
Dividers by @firefly-graphics
Minors DNI
Library- @hannibals-favourite-meal-library
It was raining. Fat droplets of water splattered on the thick glass panes of the tower's windows, joining together and falling when their weight became too great. Dark clouds hung over the city like a curtain, concealing the light of the setting sun.
Y/N was alone in the sitting room, her eyes fixated upon the horizon, waiting. The mug of tea cupped in her hands had long-since gone cold but she didn't bother getting up to make a new one, instead she just sat patiently.
There was a flash of silver in the distance and FRIDAY chirped. “Arrival in two minutes ma'am.” Silently, Y/N rose to her feet and placed the mug to the side. She tugged down the sweater she was wearing, once again concealing her scarred skin.
The elevator hummed beneath her socked feet as she stepped inside. Without needed to be commanded, the doors shut and began to move upwards. Each floor that she passed, the elevator dinged.
By the 10th ding, she forced her body to relax, shoulders slumped down, her jaw unclenched. And when the doors opened once more to the empty landing pad, she was smiling brightly.
The wind picked up, sending the rain straight into her face but as the drops of water touched her skin, they evaporated away. The quinjet slowly came into landing, the wings folding with a series of mechanical hums, the engines shutting down as soon as the wheels touched the ground.
Her stomach churned as the plane opened up, revealing a lone figure. The blue of his uniform was dulled by the grey skies behind him and he was slightly dishevelled but he was fundamentally unchanged from when Y/N greeted him that morning.
As soon as his gaze was set upon her, Steve beamed. “Doll!” She knew he loved when she waited for him to return home, he said that it reminded him of the 40s when wives would wait on their husbands.
She braced herself as he ran at her, dropping his shield at her feet before wrapping her up in his arms. Her smile faltered just for a second as he buried his face in the crook of her neck. “I love coming home to you.” He muttered into her skin, his lips grazing her pulse point.
She didn't answer with words, instead she hugged him even tighter, pretending that what she was supposed to be feeling in the arms of the man who loved her was real. Steve rewarded her with a kiss to her throat before he pulled away. “How about I go shower and then we can have some dinner and cuddle.”
“That sounds perfect.” She cooed and cupped his square jaw, her thumb softly brushing the apple of his cheek. He dipped down and captured her lips in a soft kiss.
“Then let's go, doll.” Steve grabbed his shield and swung it onto the holster on his back. With a hand on the small of her back, he led her into the tower, wilfully ignoring the way that the light in her eyes dimmed.
She let him lead her, it was easier that way- she did not have to think about the months before, simply washing them away in his caring embrace.
Y/N could feel Wanda's eyes follow them as the pair walked past the kitchen and to Steve's room but she refused to waver, keeping her head high and her eyes on the ground.
It would be enough, it had to be enough.
The rain on Jotunheim was unlike anywhere else in the Nine Realms. The freezing temperatures froze the drops as they fell, turning them into crystal clear ice that shattered into millions of tiny pieces as soon as they struck the ground.
The sound had been jarring to Loki at first but after years, it was comforting. A drumming tempo played upon the windows of his isolated cabin, lulling the god into a peaceful trance as he read the same passage over and over again. Normally, he would have been finished with the entire book by now, and the one after that and the one after that but these were not normal circumstances.
He felt his mind failing him, crumbling before him but he had no motivation to even attempt to put it back together. There was truly no point since everything he had worked so hard for was destroyed.
His crown was gone, stripped from him by his father for being a traitor to his own kind. All of his comforts were taken away and burned save for his books and his wedding ring. It was not a sentimental nor a pitying action but a reminder, as his father had told him, of what he had done, of who he had hurt with his selfish actions.
The black metal had been enchanted to remain upon his finger no matter how hard he tried to take it off, not that he had ever even thought about removing it.
And her.
She ran. She was taken. She chose her brother. She didn't know everything.
He loathed her. He loved her.
With a heavy sigh, Loki shut his book. The gold lettering on the leather cover yet again reminding him of what he had so foolishly lost. “To sleep, perchance to dream.” He muttered softly, recalling Hamlet's own strife.
Loki rose to his feet, his body weak. “Perhaps I will dream of her.” The rain never stopped as his eyes slid shut, plunging him into peaceful nothingness.
“Do you ever dream about me?” Her voice was distant, wavering like TV static during a storm.
“Always. You consume my every thought little star.” She scoffed, looking back at him from over her shoulder. Her eyes were shrouded in shadow, her skin so much more dull than he remembered.
“That's bullshit.” She hissed. “It's been months since you last visited. I prayed to you everyday but you never bothered to show up until you wanted something from me.” He glanced down at the necklace in his hands, a promise he wished to form with her.
“I cannot always leave my home, they will get suspicious.” He attempted to make her understand. He stepped closer but she pulled even further away. A tear rolled down her full cheek.
“Yeah, I know.” She turned away from him, fixing her eyes to the growing storm clouds on the horizon. “I need to go home now.”
“Wait-”
“Goodbye Loki.”
The smell of coffee and bacon filled the small kitchen, providing a comforting warmth to Y/N as she stood over the stove, mindlessly cooking breakfast. Her dream was still so vivid in her mind.
It made her chest ache with betrayal and confusion. She had known him, or at least she thought she did, and he had turned into a monster. It was because of him that Hydra had taken her, because of him that she was tortured, because of him that she was forced into a marriage she didn't want that warped her own self view to the point where she couldn't even remember who she was before.
And yet, her heart still yearned for him.
She wanted to cry, to scream, to do something other than becoming some obedient girlfriend to another man who only loved the idea of her. But she did none of that, instead she kept her mouth firmly sewn shut and her hands busy.
“Well this is certainly a good morning, doll.” Strong arms wrapped around her thick waist as Steve laid his chin upon her shoulder. Her smile was soft but it didn't reach her eyes.
“I just wanted to surprise you.” She responded as she flipped the bacon. He squeezed her even tighter and kissed her temple.
“Mmm you spoil me. Maybe tonight, I can spoil you too.” His lips travelled downwards, causing her to sigh as he reached her neck. His palm spread open along her soft stomach and pushed her body further into his own, allowing her to feel his hardening length against her back. “I'll grab some wine and dinner stuff when I finish my run and you can be my dessert.”
Y/N internally cringed but quickly tamped that feeling down. “I would love that Stevie.” She purred, intentionally rocking back into his cock. Steve hissed into her skin, laying one more sloppy kiss to her throat before he pulled himself away from her reluctantly.
“Tease.” He snipped and with a parting squeeze to her hips, he left the kitchen, adjusting his sweatpants as he did.
There was a beat of blissful quiet and then another set of footsteps approached. “How long are you going to continue this?”
“What are you talking about?” She replied to the witch but didn't turn around, knowing that if she did, Y/N's will would crumble. The edges of the bacon curled, turning black as they burned but she didn't pull them off the fire.
Wanda's eyes stared into the back of her skull. “You can pretend all you want but it won't work, you will return to him.”
Anger flared inside her. “Wanda.” She warned, her voice dropping dangerously low. The steel pan handle began to bend in her hold, the metal starting to melt.
“You're bound to him, not just by marriage and the longer you reject that, the longer you and him will suffer. You're already suffering, how long has it been since you used your powers? You're either numb or angry all the time, you're killing yourself! But you can fix all of this, if you just-”
“Enough!” The pan was slammed back onto the stove, its contents now entirely charcoal, smoke steadily rising from it. Y/N snarled at her friend. “What I do or do not do is none of your fucking business and you certainly have no right to tell me to return to a man who blatantly manipulated me just for his own gain. And for once, I would like to make my own fucking decisions and have at least one person fucking support me- god knows my brother doesn't considering that he hasn't talked to me in a week. So either you be my friend or you leave me the fuck alone.”
Blinded by her rage, she stormed from the kitchen, not noticing the way that Wanda smiled knowingly at her, waving off the small cloud of smoke she left behind.
Loki's vision was blurred, coated with sleep that he couldn't quite wipe away. Taking in a laboured breath, the giant turned to lay on his back, easing the growing pain in his limbs.
It had been days since he last left his bed, letting his body and soul rot into the silk sheets he had stolen from the palace. He thought they still smelt of her but as the days continued, he knew that it was only his mind seeking some sort of false comfort as his body slowly began to fail.
Long blue fingers curled into the pillow beside his head as cold tears dripped down his cheeks. “My little star, I am so sorry.”
His eyes shut once more.
Y/N didn't mind Steve's bedroom, it was homey and a little old fashioned but he always kept the ac on and it was tucked away from the rest of the residential rooms so it was quiet. Without the super soldier there with her, she felt like she could breathe given how private it was. But that was not the case at that moment.
Still wound up, she stormed into his room, slamming open the door as he pulled his running bottoms on. “Take those off, you won't need 'em.” Steve easily obeyed, letting his hands drop in favour of grabbing at her, pulling her into a needy kiss.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, I'm ready Steve.” She breathed against his lips and his eyelids fluttered as he let out a deep groan. His head dipped down in favour of lathering her neck with sloppy and uncoordinated kisses that sent the wrong kind of chill down her spine.
She would forget Loki, that's what she was ready for and if Steve could accomplish that, he deserved to take what he wanted.
“I can't believe this is actually happening.” Steve's voice vibrated through her skin as his hands clamped down onto her hips, keeping her in place against him. Her head was tilted back, eyes shut and lips parted with her soft breaths.
She couldn't believe it either but she wouldn't say that out loud, instead, she sank into his arms letting him feel the expanse of her body against his.
His hands slipped down to her ass, holding the flesh slightly too tight as he bit down on her neck. She winced but swallowed it down, happy enough for the distraction. That ache in her chest had yet to dissipate, in fact only becoming stronger with each passing moment.
“Steve.” She forced the moan from her throat, just barely biting back the name that constantly sat on the tip of her tongue. He responded with a roll of his hips.
She let his touch wander beneath her shirt. This was normal, it was expected. Boy meets girl, girl and boy get crushes on each other, they kiss, then they sleep together. That was the natural order but everything about this felt so wrong. All she could think about was him: about the mark that he left on her soul, the ring he had put on her finger, the promises he made to her.
Just as her doubts began to take priority on her mind, she was suddenly bare before the super soldier, her shirt dropped unceremoniously to the floor and everything stopped.
Steve's blue eyes went wide as he took in her naked torso but not out of lust. “What did he do to you?”
“It wasn't-” She tried to get out but was quickly cut off by Steve grabbing her hips in a vice-like grip but somehow not touching any part of her scar.
“That fucking monster, look what he's done to you.” He scoffed in disgust. “We'll make him pay, I promise. We- we can fix this, you can go back to normal, I promise.”
“Excuse me?” It took barely a flick of her wrist to push the man away, sending him sprawling onto the floor of his bedroom, his face now fixed with a look of bewilderment. “Fix me?”
The air began to shimmer around her as her anger once more made an appearance. The floorboards groaned as Steve rose to his feet, his stature was supposed to be imposing she thought but she could only see a boy attempting to throw his weight around.
“I can help you, I'll help you forget him and we can properly go back to the way things were.” His voice was so full of pity that it sounded disingenuous.
“Like getting rid of my powers?”
“Yes!” He said before he could stop himself.
Everything froze in that moment and for a second, Y/N found herself tempted to agree with him, to let him strip away everything that had happened to her over the past 7 months. But then, Steve spoke again.
“Don't you want that? We can be together, like we're supposed to.” He reached out for her but she flinched away, her hand automatically reaching for her necklace. His nostrils flared.
“This is what's best for you.” He snarled but it wasn't Steve's voice that echoed that same phrase in her mind.
The regret set in almost instantly from the moment she turned her back on Loki but he had broken her heart and her trust. The tears started as soon as she stepped through her front door.
“Oh my sweet girl.” She collapsed into her mother's arms, sobbing loudly and staining her shirt with hot tears. Her mother cooed, rocking her gently as she attempted to comfort her heartbroken daughter. She held her close, even as the storm closed in on their small home and the light of day gave way to the blackness of night.
It was only when she finally fell asleep, exhausted and burnt out, that her mother let her go, gently laying her on their small but plush couch to sleep away her tears.
Lightning flashed across the sky, lighting up the living room in a bright white. A huge clap of thunder startled her awake as it shook the house. Slowly, she sat up, rubbing at her sore eyes while attempting to get her bearings.
Her stomach turned with anxiety as she looked around the shadowy room, unable to make out any defined shapes in the darkness. “Hello?” She croaked out but nothing changed.
Just as she sighed and laid back down on the soft cushions beneath her, the room lit up once more, revealing a man standing in the corner by the window. Then darkness consumed them once more.
Frozen in fear, she could only stare, wide-eyed, at the place she saw the man, hoping that it was just some figment of her tired mind. The thunder that followed was more distant than before, a mere groan as opposed to the roar it had been only seconds before.
Then, lightning struck once more and the man was standing beside her head. He was tall and had all white hair but what caught her attention the most was a golden eyepatch that perfectly reflected the powerful storm outside.
Her jaw dropped, about to scream but a huge palm over her mouth forced her to remain silent, effectively muffling any sound she could make. “Stay silent child, this will be quick.”
With his free hand, he reached into a small bag that was tied to his hip and pulled out a small vial half-filled with a dark liquid. “You have become a nuisance, a distraction and I will not have you disrupt my plans.” The hand over her mouth then darted to her jaw, forcing her lips apart with a bruising force.
“You will forget him and he will forget you.” The liquid was vile as it touched her tongue and she attempted to squirm away but the teen was no match for this man and the foul concoction was forced down her throat.
As soon as the glass container was empty, he released her. She sagged back down, her eyelids suddenly weighing a tonne as the man stepped back, slipping back into the shadows. Her memories of the boy she loved, slipping through her fingers like sand, tumbling away into nothing. “You will thank me for this one day. This is what's best for you.”
Y/N stumbled back, her hands flying to cradle her head as if it could ease the painful migraine overwhelming her senses. The room spun and she struggled to catch her breath. Everything, she could remember everything.
“It wasn't his fault.” She whispered in shock. Her eyes fluttered open to meet Steve's gaze, pinning him in place with a glare. “I did this to myself. I had no control over my powers and I was foolish enough to literally play with fire with no one around to put me out. Loki saved me, not only from Hydra but from myself and he did it long before I even met you.”
“You have never once bothered to ask me what would make me feel better, only assuming that you were the solution to all my problems- that your love,” she hissed this last word, “could somehow cure me of who I've become. And I'm fucking sick of it. I've tried this my way- training and constantly forcing myself to relive my worst moments, I've done this your way- pressing all my emotions into a tiny little box so I'm just a doll that can be kept locked away for your enjoyment. Maybe it's time I try my husband's way. And that's right, Loki is my husband and will remain to be until the end of our days.”
“Y/N-” Steve tried to stop her but quickly retreated, the heat radiating from her skin far too hot for him to endure.
She scooped up her shirt and slipped it back on, the special fibres created by Tony withstanding the flames threatening to burst from her, and looked at the soldier with pity. “Thor told me that Loki was an oddity, a strange man but he was no monster. I should have listened to him, I should have told him to bring me back to Jotunheim the moment I found out who he really was but I didn't, instead I squeezed myself back into a roll I outgrew months ago. I regret that the most, that I turned my back on the one person who could possibly understand my pain. Hopefully, there's time to make this right.”
Her steps from his room were slow at first, shaky with her nerves but with each muffled thud of her bare feet meeting the floor, her confidence grew. Embers flew behind her as she began to run, gunning right for the front door.
FRIDAY chirped from somewhere behind her, yet she continued to run, her smile growing wider the closer she got to the outside.
“Stop!” Tony slid in front of the door, his chest heaving with laboured breaths. Y/N slid to a halt a metre away from him, her heart pounding loudly in her ears. “I can't let you go.” He practically begged.
“I have to.” But he shook his head. “Tony.”
“No. I cannot lose you again. I'll- I'll build you a huge building so you can destroy it, I'll engineer some kind of robot boyfriend that'll obey your every command, it worked with Wanda! Just please, don't go.” He sounded so tired, so worn down and unlike himself, it made her chest seize for a moment.
She stepped closer, the fire inside dulling enough that she could touch him without hurting him. “You have done so much for me Tony. You've become the grumpy father I never wanted and I don't think there's any way that I can repay you.”
“You could stay here.” She smiled sadly, placing a hand on his chest. The low hum of the arc reactor sent a soft vibration up her forearm.
“I need to know who I am and I can't do that here. I can't do that surrounded by people who only see me as that innocent assistant who could do no wrong. I know you may not like it, but Loki is my way back and I have to follow that path.”
Sighing heavily, Tony's shoulders sagged. “You know I hate admitting that other people are right.” He murmured.
“So I won't make you say it. But you need to trust me, I'll come back. I still need my healthy diet of burgers and trashy TV.” His breath hitched before he pulled her into a fierce hug and then quickly let her go, swallowing back his tears as best he could.
“If he so much as looks at you wrong-”
“I know, I know. He'll have me to deal with.” She smirked, making Tony beam.
“That's my girl.” He stepped aside, albeit with some hesitance, to let her pass. The doors opened to her and with one last look at the man she had come to see as a father, she ran outside.
“Heimdall! Take me to Loki!” The last thing Tony saw of her was her bright smile as the rainbow light enclosed around her body, taking her to a place he could not follow.
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a fic for the 6 ellnastacia fans still out there
There were worse ways to start a party than getting shoved into a closet by Anastacia Alcroft LeBlanc.
It was unlike Ellie to ever be caught dead at a Conch party without Lottie or Jamie for backup. She had tried hard to get either of them to go, but it was the night for Lottie’s monthly and apparently un-reschedulable video call with Sayuri. Jamie wouldn’t go simply because he was Jamie. Really, Ellie should have seen that one coming. Percy was a no-go too, because he was already going to the party but would assuredly be off in the corner with his boyfriend the whole night rather than displaying any loyalty to Ellie and Ivy House as a whole on principle. Traitor.
It wasn’t so bad as she thought it might be entering Raphael’s dorm room alone. Her stage presence walked in with her, which always guaranteed confidence. She hung her leather jacket on the makeshift coat rack that was Raphael’s lamp and began her lap around.
It didn’t take long to find Raphael Wilcox at the center of a linearly growing crowd. He was in the middle of telling some animatedly narrated tale that enraptured everyone when he saw Ellie and broke off midsentence. He excused himself from his group of followers and made his way toward Ellie. Before he reached her, he turned to the side and frantically waved his arms over his head and signing something with his hands. Soon enough, Percy was by his side, his hand in Micky’s, trailed by Lola. The four of them approached Ellie, each with the same mischievous expression copied and pasted onto their faces.
Ellie folded her arms over her chest. “I don’t like that look. What is going on in that demented little hive mind of yours?” she asked.
“What took you so long?” Raphael diverted.
Ellie checked the watch on her wrist. The party had only started a little over an hour ago. “Hardly.”
“Where’s Two and Three?” Lola asked, uncharacteristically smirking.
“Lottie’s phoned up with the Missus, and Jamie’s likely spending his night in the company of Vampy, which is riveting by his standards at least.”
Lola and Raphael exchanged a glance followed by a nod. “Good,” Raphael replied. “That makes it easier.”
“Make what easier?”
The four of them giggled ominously. Percy smiled his crooked smile and lightly shoved Ellie’s shoulder. ‘Stephanie Gallo is here.’
Ellie’s eyes widened instantly. Stephanie Gallo. Just at the thought of her, Ellie’s hand went absentmindedly to her lower back, where there was still a scar on her sensitive skin from the henna she’d commissioned Stephanie for two years back. The hairs on the back of her neck stood straight, like they were still being caressed by the ghost of Stephanie’s delicate hands.
Ellie’s lip quirked. “Is she now?”
Raphael nodded. “She was asking after you. We told her you’d be here.”
“You know how she doesn’t like to be kept waiting.”
This was something Ellie knew all too well. Her younger, meeker, loved-riddled self had waited too long to make Stephanie hers in any meaningful way, still hurt over the memory of Saskia’s flirtation and foolishly wanting after Lottie, and so the window on Stephanie had closed.
But apparently, it might be opened yet. Ellie shook out her wrists and cracked her neck to the side. “How do I look?” she asked.
“Fiendish,” Micky marveled.
Ellie knew him well enough to take it as a complement. She ran a hand through her slicked short hair and rolled her shoulders back a few times for good measure.
Raphael reached a hand out to her shoulder. “Need a wingman?” he asked.
Ellie smiled but shrugged out of his grasp. “Thanks, but I think Gallo’s more impressed by heroic solitude.”
Raphael let out a surprised laugh. “Suit yourself, Wolfson.” He drummed his hands on Ellie’s shoulder blades when she turned her back to make her way into the crowd in search of Stephanie’s tall hair. “Make me proud!” Raph hollered after her. Oh, she would.
Or, she would have, given the chance. Before she knew what was happening, the world whirred around Ellie, and she was plunged back-first into Raphael’s closet.
Though they were equals while sparring and bickering, Ellie’s lithe body was unprepared for the strike and easily fumbled back when pinned by Anastacia’s toned arms. Ellie did not remember Anastacia’s arms being so toned. Was she getting extra lifting done outside of fencing practice? Ellie would have to step it up.
Anastacia slammed the door shut behind her with her foot and met Ellie’s eyes with a level of ferocity that was only slightly more deranged than her usual demeanor.
Ellie glanced down to where Anastacia’s hands were still gripping her upper arms. “I didn’t think I’d have to tell you this, but this is a party, not a bout,” she said. “Where’s your sword at, anyway?”
Anastacia’s glower darkened further, if that was even possible. She pressed her fingers harder into Ellie’s arms. There would definitely be bruises on Ellie’s ghostly pale skin tomorrow. “Mon Dieu, Wolfson, for god’s sake, be quiet for once in your life!”
“Nice to see you too, LeBlanc.” Ellie squirmed a bit beneath Anastacia’s hands. “As touching as this little conversation is, I really thought that this close to graduation we could put this rivalry to bed. Or at least let it nap a bit. I don’t expect it’ll stay down for long, but we’re persistent, you and I, so with us working together-“
Anastacia clapped a hand over Ellie’s mouth, which wasn’t surprising because it wasn’t something Anastacia wouldn’t do, but it wasn’t something she ever had done, so it succeeded in catching Ellie off guard. She lifted an eyebrow.
Unbelievably, Anastacia didn’t just seem mad now that Ellie was really looking at her. Never in a million years did Ellie think she would say this, but Anastacia looked desperate. It almost made Ellie feel bad for her, which she knew would have infuriated Anastacia, so that at least made her feel a little bit better.
“My ex is here,” Anastacia hissed.
Ellie’s pulse quickened, and she made an effort for it not to show on her face. Saskia San Martin was around often her, but somehow it never got more comfortable. Back when they had first met, Ellie had been certain Saskia was into her, and this being the first time a girl had ever expressed interest in Ellie that Ellie was capable of expressing interest back to, Ellie had been embarrassingly ecstatic over it.
That was all until the messy breakup that revealed Anastacia and Saskia to have been together the whole time. Ellie was often feeling stupid about things, but that had been a new all time low. She and Anastacia were far from friends, but she had been riddled with guilt from all the near-kisses, the flirty quips, the eye contacts that lasted too long. She knew now that it had been on purpose, a ploy to get closer to Lottie, the assumed princess, but idiotically, it all still felt very, very real to Ellie.
Not that she’d ever let it show. She plastered on the snarky mask and yanked Anastacia’s hand from her mouth. “Get out of town. A Conch prefect? At a Conch party? Someone call the authorities, for I am floored.”
A moment too late, Ellie realized that her deflection of her own feelings for Saskia could only bounce onto Anastacia in that moment, which was just cruel and unfair. Anastacia managed to look hurt for a moment before she covered it up with her usual annoyance.
“She’s with a girl,” Anastacia elaborated.
There were many possibilities of how Ellie could spin this into a cheeky quip, and on any given day she might have. But on this day, that brief flicker of pain on Anastacia’s face gnawed at her conscience. With a sigh, she asked, “Why are you telling me?”
“I came here alone,” Anastacia spat out self-pityingly, which was not at all a good look for her.
Ellie continued to watch her blankly.
Anastacia rolled her eyes. “You came here alone.”
There was a memory of Stephanie’s beautifully hennaed hands and Ellie could have pointed out that she didn’t intend to leave alone. That was when it struck her what Anastacia had just implied.
Ellie couldn’t repress her chortle at this. “And you want me to…”
Anastacia groaned and covered her eyes with her hands. She nodded meekly.
Ellie shouldn’t have been enjoying this quite so much, and yet. “Say it,” she said.
Anastacia lowered her hands and glared daggers at her.
“If you want me to do it,” Ellie said, “you have to say it.”
Anastacia pressed her fist to her mouth and began to pace the small closet. “For the love of- please don’t make me say it.”
She was really enjoying this too much. “Then what’s in it for me?”
Anastacia quit the pacing and leaned against the door with an aggravated huff. “Please, Wolfson,” she said, like the very “please” itself was what was in it for Ellie. “Is that what you want? You want me to get down on my hands and knees? You want me to sing your praises? Make a fool of myself? Throw the final fencing tournament? What horrifying means will satisfy you?”
Ellie lifted her eyebrows. “That last one would do it,” she replied, because like hell the Wicked Bitch of the West Dorms would ever lose a tournament for Ellie’s benefit.
Anastacia’s eyes flicked to her. “Really?” she asked, hopeful.
So the world really was ending. “Christ alive, LeBlanc, I was fucking kidding. Like I need you to throw the competition for me to win it, anyway.”
That last part was really just to see Anastacia’s fire return to her and prove this was still the Ani she knew and loathed. Luckily, it worked, proven by an exaggerated eyeroll. “Like hell you’ll win it,” she muttered.
Ellie didn’t push it into a fight like she normally would, knowing that what Anastacia really needed was a little boost to the ego. She hummed pleasantly and pushed past Anastacia to crack the door open just enough to peek outside of it. Anastacia protested and pulled on Ellie’s arm, but she shook her off. As Ellie scanned the room for Saskia, all the emotions were flooding back. The smug look on Saskia’s face was unbearable. She felt like a stupid kid all over again, reading into all the wrong signals. Ellie still didn’t know the full extent to Saskia and Anastacia’s relationship, but she knew it involved a lot of heartbreak, and from what she could tell, it wasn’t one-sided. Maybe the closure she really needed could be found in a look of dismay on Saskia’s face at seeing her former pawns together. Anastacia held a lot of leverage when it came to girls’ hearts, and Ellie was big enough to admit that they made for a devastatingly attractive pair. Really, truly, life-ruiningly stunning.
Sure enough, there was Saskia on the other side of the door, with her arm wrapped around… For god’s sake, was that Yasmin from gym class? What kind of sick and twisted lineup of Ellie’s past flings had Satan sent to curse this night? She would have been better off with Jamie and Vampy at this rate.
“She’s got a type, I’ll give her that,” Ellie muttered.
“What’s that?” Anastacia whispered.
Ellie quietly shut the door. “Nothing. Here.” Ellie reached out and ran her fingers through Anastacia’s perfectly straight chestnut hair. When she began to shake it thoroughly, Anastacia slapped her hands away.
“Mes cheveaux!” Anastacia gasped indignantly. “What on earth do you think you’re doing?”
Ellie then rang her fingers through her own short hair and broke through the gel to mess it up around the sides. “I’m setting the scene.”
“The scene?”
“I believe it involves you and I, alone in a closet for several minutes. Not very subtle, but effective.” She put one hand on the doorknob and the other in Anastacia’s. Before she could open it, Anastacia squeezed her hand too tightly.
“What? Why?”
“It’s got to be believable. You’re the one that wants to-“
“No. Eleanor, why?” Anastacia asked. The question burned, and it was unrevealing, but Ellie knew what she meant. Why are you going along with this?
Because the only emotion stronger than the disgust at being with you is the satisfaction of Saskia’s reaction. “Because I’m a gentleman,” Ellie lied. “Now, let’s go on.”
As a testament to and confirmation of Ellie and Anastacia’s power as a collective duo, all heads turned to the sight of the two of them fumbling out of a closet with hands locked and hair messed up. The two of them were catching onto each other very quickly; Ellie was grinning toothily, and Anastacia was laughing at whatever Ellie was supposed to have said.
Ellie looked out over the crowd. They were still watching them. Ellie shot them her best menacing smile and pulled Anastacia closer into her. She kept their hands clutched as she wrapped her arm around Ani’s shoulder.
“Didn’t your mothers ever tell you it’s rude to stare?” she laughed. “You all act like you’ve never seen lesbians at Rosewood Hall before.”
Anastacia let out a surprised laugh and shoved Ellie’s shoulder with her own. Ellie cackled and pulled Anastacia over to the counter to get them some drinks. The crowd’s trance seemingly had worn off. Without the attention burning at her, Ellie suddenly wondered whether or not Anastacia’s laugh had been a real one or a fake one. She reminded herself that it didn’t really matter.
The ruse was working well, and it was working quickly. Just over Anastacia’s shoulder, Ellie could see Raphael in the distance, staring at Ellie in bemused shock and confusion. Ellie would explain later. For now, she reveled in his surprise by leaning against the counter closer to Anastacia so that their arms were touching and weaving her arm into Ani’s elbow. She ran her frail hand up and down Anastacia’s lower arm. The material of Anastacia’s expensive blouse was hypnotizingly smooth.
It didn’t escape Ellie’s notice how Anastacia watched Ellie through the corner of her eyes at first with a cool expression. She seemed to then remember herself and fix her face to admiration. Hesitantly, she rested her head on Ellie’s shoulder. Ellie got a whiff of Anastacia’s shampoo, and it was the sweetest smell she’d ever encountered. She didn’t even want to think about how much money she dropped on it. No wonder her hair always looked so flawless. Ellie had the sense to be self-conscious about her cheap product for the first time in her life. She had the money to buy better gel if she wanted to, but it had never seemed to matter until now.
There was a loud clearing of someone’s voice behind them. Ellie jumped and turned.
Saskia wasn’t wasting any time. She had just appeared at the other side of the counter. Her hand was still around Yasmin’s waist.
Anastacia looked her with all the nonchalance in the world, but Ellie could feel her whole body stiffen next to hers. She leaned in closer to her. She told herself it was for Anastacia’s benefit, but it was just as much about getting moral support for herself, too.
“I hope we’re not interrupting anything,” Saskia said with a smile saccharine and cheap.
Anastacia’s eyes narrowed. She was now standing up straight and leaning away a bit. Ellie tapped her foot against hers to remind her what she was here for. Then she leaned her head on Anastacia’s shoulder to remind Saskia what she was here for.
“You are,” Ellie said. She rubbed Anastacia’s shoulder. “But that’s alright. What’s up, Saskia?”
Anastacia remembered herself and pressed her cheek into Ellie’s hair. She placed her hand over Ellie’s on her shoulder.
Saskia’s eyes flickered back and forth between Anastacia and Ellie for a fraction of a second, blink-you’ll-miss it kind of ordeal. Ellie swore she saw her lip twitch. “Oh, I just thought I’d say hi. I was expecting to see you here, Ellie, without your Wolf pack.”
Saskia was behaving just as she always did, and Ellie was shocked she never realized how fake she was. There was nothing unintentional about her niceness, and niceness really was the word for it, rather than kindness.
Yasmin seemed to notice Saskia’s snakish niceties too; she was getting bored fast. She sprawled her fingers around the back of Saskia’s neck. “Do you want to go in the hall a minute?” she whispered loudly to Saskia.
Saskia smiled falsely at her in response. “Maybe in a minute.” She turned back to Ellie, waiting for a response.
“They got the night off,” Ellie explained. “No need for any extra company, anyway. I’m just here for my girlfriend.”
Anastacia smiled and turned her head to the floor. She was a killer athlete, but in that moment, Ellie thought she’d missed her calling as an actress.
This time, Ellie was sure she clocked a lip twitch. Saskia’s face never faltered but she did take a little step back that didn’t seem intentional. She knocked Yasmin a bit off her balance, which earned her an eyeroll. Yasmin stalked off into the crowd.
“Girlfriend?” Saskia raised an eyebrow.
Suddenly, there was a hand raking through Ellie’s hair, and long, perfect acrylics scratching her scalp. Her legs suddenly went weak. It was a chore to stay standing. Anastacia leaned Ellie into the counter to keep her upright.
“You heard her,” Anastacia replied coolly.
Saskia wrapped her arms around herself and barked a very forced laugh. “Wow. Don’t take this the wrong way, but you are literally the last people I expected to ever get together.”
Ellie narrowed her eyes and snarled. “Makes perfect sense to me.” Anastacia was clearly working hard to keep it together so she just nodded tersely.
“Don’t get me wrong. It’s just that you’re so similar, and I figured I was both your types rather than each other.”
Ellie knew the color flooding her pale face wouldn’t be concealable. Anastacia’s head snapped instantly to stare Ellie down.
“What?” she demanded.
Ellie was a caged animal all in a moment’s notice. “I-“
“Wolfson?” a new voice asked. All three heads spun to see a beautiful broad girl with a beehive of hair stacked on top of her head. Her brown eyes burned into the spots where Ellie’s skin met Anastacia’s.
“Why do you hate me, God?” Ellie groaned.
“What?” Stephanie and Anastacia asked in unison. Ellie stared at the ceiling like it might make her evaporate. As if she would ever be so lucky.
“Ellie, I was waiting for you,” Stephanie continued. “I see now that maybe I shouldn’t have.” Just like that, she vanished back into the crowd.
“Stephanie!” Ellie called. She might have followed if she didn’t feel glued to Anastacia’s side.
“Just what the hell is going on here?” Saskia asked. She didn’t bother to hide the interest on her face.
Anastacia looked mortified. Ellie hated herself now more than she ever had, and she was the self-proclaimed princess of self-pity.
“This was a mistake,” Anastacia whispered, and suddenly her chestnut hair was flying behind her out the door into the hall.
Only Saskia and Ellie were left, staring each other down. Saskia slinked a bit closer. She reached her hand out toward Ellie’s. “If you wanted my attention this bad, you could have asked,” Saskia said with a smirk.
Ellie took a step back and grimaced. “Bring that hand any closer and you lose it.” She then did what she never thought herself capable of and walked away from Saskia. Walking quickly turned to running, and she was suddenly sprinting down the hall and catching the door Anastacia had come out of before it shut.
Anastacia was a vision leaning in the gazebo by the Conch pool. The light in the blue water reflected beautifully off her hair. She looked a bit like the sirens from Lottie’s Peter Pan books.
Ellie also realized that she had never seen Anastacia cry before that moment. She had done a great job of keeping the tears out of her eyes past the initial ones, but the mascara running down her blushed cheeks gave her away.
Ellie sighed and strode over to plant herself beside Anastacia. She was shocked when Ani allowed her to take her face and try to wipe the mascara off her face. Key word: try.
“This is some grade-A shit, LeBlanc,” Ellie said, trying the mood. “It’s not budging. Just as stubborn as you are.”
Anastacia sniffled miserably. Ellie sighed again. She knocked her wrist against Anastacia’s, which was leaning on the railing of the gazebo so that she could fix her gaze on the pool rather than Ellie.
“Stephanie Gallo?” Anastacia asked suddenly. “I had no idea.”
“I’m sorry,” Ellie told her. “I didn’t know she was going to be here. I mean, I did know she was here, but I didn’t before I got here, and it’s just… It’s long over. I swear.”
“Whatever. You don’t need to explain yourself to me,” Anastacia replied.
Ellie realized she was right. She didn’t owe an apology to Anastacia over Stephanie. But oddly, it still felt like she did.
“I’m sorry,” she tried.
“Oh, don’t, Wolfson. It’s not your fault. I was stupid to think it would work.”
Ellie brushed her hand against Anastacia’s. She could plausibly play it off as an accident if she needed to, but she didn’t move it away. “You aren’t stupid.”
Anastacia quivered a sigh. “What did she mean that she was your type?”
Ellie got that caged animal feeling again. “I’m really sorry, Anastacia. I didn’t know at the time that you two were together and… As soon as I found out, I never felt that way about her again. But I didn’t know until you were already broken up.”
Anastacia turned her head finally. She stared inquisitively into Ellie’s eyes. Out of habit, Ellie didn’t back down. She stared right back.
“You too?” she asked Ellie. She pointed to her heart, and Ellie knew just what she meant.
“Yeah,” Ellie whispered weakly.
All was quiet for a moment. Quiet was unbearable for someone like Ellie who felt things too strongly and expected everyone else to, too.
“Why aren’t you yelling?” she asked.
Anastacia looked at her. “I’m not mad. At you.”
Ellie gave her a disbelieving face.
“I’m not mad at you!” Unexpectedly, Anastacia smiled a bit. “I didn’t think you had human emotions.”
Ellie couldn’t contain her laugh. “Yeah, I think that breakup was the first time I realized you had any, either.”
Anastacia rolled her eyes, but it was better than tears, and her lips were still quirked into a smile. She pressed her ankle to Ellie’s. “Aren’t you cold?” she asked.
Ellie shrugged. She was. “Aren’t you?”
Anastacia shook her head. “Do you want to go back in?”
Ellie looked from the pool water to the shining gloss in Anastacia’s hair. She shook her head.
Anastacia gave her a funny look. She pressed the rest of her wrist up against Ellie’s. “I know you’re cold,” she said.
Ellie sneered at her half-heartedly. “Cold-hearted, maybe.”
“Oh please.” Now Ellie’s face was in Anastacia’s hand. She tilted her chin closer to her, and they kissed hungrily.
Ellie’s hands were in Anastacia’s hair right away. She recalled all the times she had watched Anastacia braid it in the locker room before practice, and then unbraided it at the end. It was crazy to her how Anastacia seemed untouchable even by her own sweat. Her hair was never made unperfect, no matter the circumstances. It was so annoying that it even felt perfect to the touch. Smooth and soft.
One of Anastacia’s hands gripped at Ellie’s shirt. The other had a finger wrapped through her belt loop. Ellie inhaled audibly when Anastacia pulled her closer to her by the hips.
“I don’t actually do this a lot,” Ellie admitted breathily. Immediately after, she had the sense to be mortified because it was Anastacia. That was very dangerous information in the hands of the enemy.
“Doesn’t show,” Anastacia mumbled. Merciful.
Ellie smirked at how easily Anastacia let her off the hook for that and pulled her in close again. She wrapped her ankle around Anastacia’s and let her push her into the beam of the gazebo.
Ellie kissed Anastacia’s jaw in three spots, and then her ear, mostly just so she could venture further into that insane hair. Anastacia was clearly pleased, and her mouth went to Ellie’s neck. Ellie’s eyelids fluttered closed. She grabbed Anastacia’s hand and guided it over her hip, her ribs.
By the time Anastacia’s lips met Ellie’s again, Ellie brought her fingers up to touch where her teeth had grazed her neck.
“That’ll bruise,” she said. Anastacia pulled her head closer to hers impatiently.
Ellie smiled. She pulled back just so again. “It’ll match the ones from where you tore into my arms in that closet.”
“Shut up, Eleanor.”
Anastacia bit Ellie’s lip. She shut up.
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