#* partner {descended from fairytales}

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For @descended-from-fairytales - Bite Starring Angie Doppler NSFW

Angie tilts her head back for a minute, enjoying the sun, closing her eyes. The Felind's ears twitch slightly. Waylon was... doing something. The important part was, he was distracted with it. She's been looking for something stupid to do.

Jerking suddenly, she leans down and bites his arm, eyes flicking up to him and an adorable but evil grin kinda forms on her face.

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Sienna nods immediately. "Yeah. Yeah, obviously. I'm not that reckless." She sighs, finally getting up to bring her plate to the sink herself, not really sure she can eat much right now.

Waylon takes that in for a moment, nodding slowly. He remembers what it felt like, growing up with those sorts of feelings. How honestly terrifying it can be to not understand what’s wrong with yourself. It’s the last thing he wants for her, but he can’t help but be more than a little concerned. Not by her feelings per se, but moreso the risk it could put her in if she continues down the same path he did.

“I’ve been told this kind of thing can be genetic, so I’m not entirely surprised.” He chuckles a bit lightly and clears his throat a bit. “There’s nothing wrong with it on its own. Like I said earlier, you’re allowed to feel however you’re going to feel. But if you get the urge to do something like that, tell me, please. I’d rather you come to me than try something on your own and accidentally get yourself into trouble.”

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Secret lady Crown Prince Eshawr x reader? I don’t mind what kind of format you put it in.

CROWN PRINCE ESHAWR X READER!!

From the moment of her birth, her life had been predestined as a plaything for her family, and they bestowed upon her a name as sweet as the gentlest flowers and as passionately fiery as the wind.

As the first daughter of the Duke, every aspect of her future had been meticulously planned, shaped by the heavy weight of the family's expectations and ambitions.

Fate had woven a path she had little choice but to follow, each step leading her deeper into the intricate web of the ducal machinations.

Their destinies intertwined like a bittersweet thread, woven by the intricate hand of fate. The Crown Prince, with golden locks that danced in the sunlight and eyes the hue of molten gold, was her predestined match, chosen to be her future husband.

Under the watchful gaze of their families, she too was caught in the trap, as they bowed in introduction, their lives now inexorably linked by the constraints of their assigned roles. Like flies entrapped in a spider's web, their path forward was laid out before them, with no escape in sight.

She had endured a lifetime of lessons, honed to be the perfect future Empress, leaving no room for errors.

Her every waking moment was spent striving for flawlessness under the relentless scrutiny of demanding nobility. Everywhere she went, their greedy eyes tracked her every move, waiting to pounce at the slightest imperfection.

Despite the suffocating weight of expectations and the omnipresent gaze, she stood tall, unyielding in her regal bearing. She would always bear the title of Crown Princess, a symbol of both her lineage and the burden of her role in the tumultuous world of imperial politics.

Eshawr, the beloved Crown Prince, was exalted as the very life force of the empire, lavished with praise for simply existing.

To her, however, he was much more than that—he was her devoted husband, whose playful banter and steadfast presence provided both comfort and joy.

Despite the looming threat of his family's curse, which claimed the lives of partners of the royal family in tragic manners, Eshawr remained vigilant, standing guard through numerous sleepless nights to protect the one whom he had sworn to spend his life with.

Fate, though relentless, couldn’t dampen the love that burned within their entwined hearts.

The nobles painted a vivid picture of their love, likening it to a fairytale, with the princess embodying grace and beauty while the prince was the dashing savior protecting her from the ills of the world.

However, beneath the surface, cracks began to form, threatening to shatter the perfect facade. Problems emerged, revealing that nothing in life was ever truly flawless, reminding them that even the most enchanting fairytales could have unexpected twists and turns in the narrative of their love story.

She was known for her iron grip, unwavering and stoic, allowing no weakness or emotion to sully her image as the Crown Princess.

The nickname "Iron Grip Rose" had been bestowed upon her, symbolizing her unwavering strength and resilience.

She had endured countless trials without ever letting on the pain and suffering that gnawed at her from within. However, the tragic death of her beloved husband, the Crown Prince, left her broken and vulnerable, shattering the impenetrable façade she had nurtured so fiercely.

Plagued by the torment of losing her beloved husband, the woman spiraled into madness, descending deeper into despair with each passing day.

She refused to eat or drink, her body becoming frail and her once radiant eyes turning lifeless and dull. Driven to the brink, she pulled at her hair, howling like a wounded beast, feeling the weight of isolation and desolation, her heart shattered beyond repair.

The absence of her husband had torn away the light that illuminated her world, leaving only the suffocating darkness to consume her.

The whispers of the maids echoed in the grand halls, lamenting the transformation of the once-beloved princess into a tormented wraith.

They spoke of how sorrow had drained her vibrancy, how she appeared so lifeless and pain-stricken, murmuring unintelligible words as she rocked back and forth.

And all the while, her gaze remained fixated on a portrait of her and her beloved late husband, a time when they radiated in power and beauty, before fate wrenched his life away.

The descent into insanity reached its pinnacle as she vented her anguish on her surroundings, smashing even the most fragile of vases and leaving her hand bloodied from the shattered shards.

As tears streamed down her face, she saw her deceased husband before her, his teasing smile still haunting her. In her delusion, he beckoned to her from the balcony, his tall figure standing against the backdrop of the sky.

In a moment of desperation and despair, she gripped her dress and lunged toward him, only to be met with a fatal fall from her chamber’s window

❝ they say, if you stand underneath the balcony of princess [name] you could still hear her cries and screams of pain❞

HII THX SO MUCH FOR REQUESTING 🫶hope u enjoyed , (hope its not badly written ) and no happiness 💕🎀

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For @descended-from-fairytales - Guys' Night Starring Daniel Davis & Laurian Lolliberry

Laurian chuckles to himself and shakes his head as he taps his steering wheel, waiting on the other two to come out and join him. Ozwell had absolutely shooed him out the door, insisting a guys' night with Daniel and Stiles would be fun while he (Ozwell) had a, and Laurian quoted, "girls and gay night" with Sylvia and Violet. Honestly, it did seem like it'd be fun.

A few texts later and now he was waiting on the pair to hurry up already. Not that he actually had any plans for where they were going or what they were doing. He was just the driver. But it would probably be something lowkey, knowing the three of them. He can't imagine things would get very crazy for them.

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For @descended-from-fairytales - Every Bubble's Got to Pop Starring Ash Waltz/Cora Vaguely Guest Starring Caladium "Cal" Waltz, Marella Cipher, Mary Delilah Rubinstein

"And just like that," Marella cocks her head to herself, as Iris climbs into her car to go back to the rehab, "We're ready."

"Ready?" Delilah looks at Marella. "Are you sure?"

"Completely, angel. She'll call ahead of her arrival, and when they remove him from his room, I'll--"

Blue fire flashes across the grass, forming a circle around the group. "--know. Now."

And with a snap of her fingers, ignoring Cal's overemotional reaction...

Waking up in her bed to the sunlight streaming in the window, she stretches and sits up, yawning and rubbing her face.

And, sitting there a moment, it all starts to hit her again.

Growing up in something that could count as a house, tight on space for the number of people in it. Her father's smile when she came in the door, last in line, whenever she and her siblings went out.

Joining Hemlock's gang, Aneela, the struggles she'd faced trying to keep her sister safe.

Kate, "Katie" before, someone who needed a friend, who needed people who cared.

Yarrow being released, the subsequent disappearance. Insisting to anyone who would listen that he hadn't run away, not really.

Learning the art of dance, learning to dance.

Meeting Ciri.

Meeting Basil.

She remembered.

Ash launches out of her bed, barely stopping for anything as she goes scrambling downstairs to see if anyone else was up yet. Cal looks over from the stove where he's apparently undertaking making breakfast for them. "Cora?"

"Uh-uh." She bounces lighting up. "Cal, Cal it's me. It's me, I remember, I--!!"

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For @descended-from-fairytales​ - Public Buzz Starring Saoirse Naoi NSFW

Saoirse smirks as she finally pulls up the app she’s been waiting to use for some time. Idly, she wonders where Avalon even is right now. She doesn’t believe it’s class, and if it is, she has a feeling the other will have the foresight enough to start recording the lesson.

With a solemn nod to herself at that reassurance, she’s quick to bring the little toy to life properly and spiking it just to really get Avalon’s attention.

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For @descended-from-fairytales - Play Nice Starring Zoe Walker Probably featuring Astrid Walker

Zoe clicks her tongue, sitting on the wall outside Astrid's place. Temporary space while she's recovering, though right now she's out. Zoe had been killing time waiting for her sister, and now she was determining if she needed to deter this man coming up to the door. "She's not in. Who're you?"

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For @descended-from-fairytales - Kitten Starring Navin Cardenal

Navin sighs to himself as the little scrap of a cat he'd just set on the floor to call Hadley starts climbing his leg. "Would you--!"

He keeps the phone pressed to his ear as it dials, trying to get it off of him again. "Off-- ow! Okay, the claws are small, how are they that sharp?!"

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For @descended-from-fairytales - Fancy Seeing You Starring Mallory Hale

"Hey, sunshine. I think my parts order is in? Last name Hale, first name Mallory. I've gotta browse some other stuff in the meantime, sound good?" Mallory nods to the guy behind the counter of the parts store as she walks in, and he nods back and looks her up.

She nods and heads down an aisle, squatting to look at something, not looking up when she hears the bell over the door signaling someone else was coming in.

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For @descended-from-fairytales - Office Work Starring Sage Greyback NSFW

Sage huffs, rolling their eyes at Madeline in the door, though a grin crosses their face all the same at seeing her. They'd just been thinking about her, and as much as they wouldn't mind a fight, they had something else on their mind right now. "Baby. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

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For @descended-from-fairytales​ - Shutting Your Brain Off Starring Saoirse Naoi NSFW

Saoirse smirks as she pulls the other into her room, barely getting the door shut and pinning her against it. “You still wanna do this, sugar? Ready to hand over that neat little control for a bit and just be a good girl?”

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For @descended-from-fairytales - Well Controlled Starring Nova O'Day NSFW

Nova curls into the couch a bit, pouting over at Stiles, bored. Positively bored, and he was ignoring her.

Well, okay, no, he wasn't exactly, but he might as well be. An evil sort of thought crosses her mind, and for a flash of a moment she projects to him--

--him underneath her, her absolutely railing him with her strap, with him writhing and begging for more, so pent up, so absolutely mindfucked he doesn't care--

And just as abruptly as she starts, she stops, picking at the arm of the couch, not looking over in his direction. She hums a bit thoughtfully.

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For @descended-from-fairytales​ NORMAL AU! - Let Your Hair Down Starring Jessica Mackenzie

Nights are better. She can’t get in trouble for sitting by the window at night. No one to see her. They’re in bed and don’t check up on her. She’s grown accustomed to the night.

She sits at the window, sketching in the pale moonlight, what little of it she can get, peeking outside a moment, quiet. Somber, really.

Something catches her eye. Movement? She sits up, pressing her face slightly to the window even though she knows she should turn away. Shouldn’t be seen up here like this. Something in her just wants to see something happen.

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For @descended-from-fairytales​ - Happy Birthday Starring Daniel Davis NSFW

Card on the nightstand. Bow on his shoulder. Not that he’s fully aware of it due to other circumstances, anyways.

He drools pathetically around the gag, whimpering and straining on his cuffs, eyes locked on the door, whining and waiting for... actually, he’s not even sure if he cares who. The plug buzzing in him reminds him he was originally waiting for Sir. He whines pathetically. Please. Soon. Wants to be fucked. Wants to be railed.

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for @descended-from-fairytales​ - NORMAL AU! - Meet Cute Starring Melinda Pollari

Ah, VidCon. The wonderful time of the year of reconnecting with other creator friends, dodging conversation with people she knew from content alone would cause problems for her, panels, constant random fan interaction--

And, losing Sylvia and Sam. Completely. Like, god only knows where they are, she can’t even find Nova.

Fuck.

Melinda sighs, trying to peer over the crowd without drawing too much attention to herself... walking into someone, how does she even manage to do that? “Sorry.”

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Closed for @descended-from-fairytales​ - Beg Starring Daniel Davis NSFW

Daniel walks in, observing Waylon for just a moment before going over and oh so casually knocking things aside so he can climb up into the other’s lap, grinning for a moment before cocking his head innocently. “Hi.”