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It is complete! They move!
Nevermind the character model inconsistencies and the fact that I had no idea of what I was doing most of the time lol
(Based on the fountain scene from Princess Diaries 2,,,, with changes)
#hijack#frostcup#httyd#rotg#jack frost#hiccup#princess diaries au#my art#animatic#âorâ what hiccy boy?? you gonna âmake himâ???
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lil duncney fanart based on my princess diaries au idea
it's been a while since i've drawn anything besides school projects so it was really fun! let me know what you think
#duncney#digital illustration#total drama#courtney total drama#duncan total drama#princess diaries au
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âšPhotocheer Princess Diaries AU âš
THIS AU IS GENIUS EMPRESSS~
Okay, so....
I think Jonathan would have to be Mia/the secret heir to the Genovian throne. Our outcast emo boy with an eccentric single mom? Works perfectly here~ he'd get a little style makeover (a proper haircut at least lol)!
Chrissy would be his best friend's twin sister, whose been totally crushing on him in secret for years. He's completely oblivious to it because she seems like she'd only be into preppier things since she's in cheer and loves pop music. But she loves his down to earthness, his art, and the way he talks about the world needing change.
Jonathan would really struggle with the transition toward his royal lessons. Having lived on the line of poverty most of his life, the frivolity of these etiquette rules seem ridiculous and out-of-touch with how real people live. This tension would come to a head with his grandmother (Has to still be Julie Andrew bc she's an actual queen, sorry lol) and they'd argue over its relevance.
Joe, the security guard, would still be very paternal and protective of Jonathan. I think it would be actually lovely for him to finally have that male figurehead look out for him rather than always being the responsible one.
annnnd finally back to the romance, Jonathan would have had a minor crush on Carol. Once it gets out there that he's a prince, all the relationship dynamics would shift! He'd have to sacrifice time he'd normally spend with his bestfriend and Chrissy for lessons and events, but also be tempted when his own crush starts inviting him out to parties he's never been invited to before. Carol takes advantage of his position to kiss him on camera for her 15 minutes of fame, upsetting Chrissy and disappointing his grandmother. In the midst of deciding whether or not to renounce his title, he ultimately persuades his grandmother that their country needs royalty that can understand them and relate to them and they host a ball in his honor where he invites the Cunninghams with a sincere apology. Eventually Chrissy does show in a stunning gown where they dance together and escape to a little garden and have a confessional heart to heart about their feelings for each other:))
omg I'm so tempted to smoothen these details out empress....what have you done........
send me a ship and an au
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Bridgerton drabble: A Princess Diaries AU
Part #1 Sophieâs Choice.
A belated birthday gift for @bridgertonbabe and @sophiebernadotte
Wasnât life as a princess supposed to be fair? Or maybe not fair, that might be the wrong word. She was privileged, she knew that⊠even if she had only known she was a princess for a few short years.
Royalty led lives that were in the public eye, normally having been raised in that environment, but here she was⊠sitting in a country that sheâd only known about for 4 years, listening to her grandmother scolding her for jeopardising the wedding that was to take place in a few days time, which would then lead onto her coronation a week after that and it was all Sophie could do not to throw up or cry because she knew her grandmother was right⊠she had ruined everything.
Sheâd always dreamt sheâd marry for love, that sheâd find a man that made her stomach fizz, give her butterflies, that would make her heart skip a beat and her palms sweaty and her feet pop when she kissed him. She wanted the kind of love her mother had told her about, that her mother had experienced but due to the unfairness of her situation, it was an arranged marriage or lose her throne. Those were her options.
A throne that until she turned 16, she had known nothing about.
She had been blissfully unaware that her father had been a Prince⊠Prince of a tiny country in the middle of the Italian and French sea. Her mother had kept it from her, taking that secret with her to her grave.
Her mother had died 10 weeks before Sophieâs 16th birthday, which was the day her entire life changed.
Sheâd been stopping with her best friend Kate Sharma and Sophie had been in English when the poshest woman Sophie had ever seen in her life came in and dropped the bombshell of all bombshells on her over a cup of teaâŠ
Which she promptly spat all over her âgrandmother'sâ face.
She was a princess.
A bastard princess but a princess nonetheless, and the only living descendant of the Gunningworth line.
Her father, Richard, had passed away 9 months earlier and to Sarahâs knowledge he had been childless.
It was only after discovering something in her late-husbandâs writing desk, did she learn that there was in fact an heir.
Her.
Sophie was saving the country from being taken over by the Cavenderâs. Their son Phillip had a terrible temper and an even worse reputation at just 17 years old and had once been rulers of their own lands until the people revolted and won back their lands and banished the Cavenderâs but their royal blood was connected to Penwood and now it was Sophie, or the Cavenderâs and Sarah was determined that her throne would not pass into their hands.
She had learned that Reginald had sent Esme away when she was pregnant with Sophie, he didnât want a child out of wedlock and he certainly didnât want the Crown Prince, only Heir to the Throne marrying a commoner and so sheâd been paid off and shipped off back to England. He provided money monthly to keep Esme quiet and Esme had been promised that she and her unborn child would be left alone and the secret of Sophieâs birth went to the grave with her.
Reginald had known about Sophie and he had been working out how to tell his wife that they did in fact have an heir and where they could find her, and what had happened, his own guilt weighing in after heâd pressured Richard into a marriage with a woman that bore no children between them other than two step-children who could not inherit the throne but when Reginald died 3 months after Richard it had thrown a spanner in the works as heâd not gotten around to telling Sarah the truth.
Sophie was dumbfounded.
Sarah was Regent, as they had their heir but she was underage and she was able to prevent Cavender getting his hands on the crown.
Since Sophie was underage she would learn the role, but upon turning 20 Sophie was told sheâd have to take over the throne, she would get 6 months post her 20th birthday to marry and be crowned Queen otherwise, Cavender would take over.
So Life changed.
Gone were the days she was invisible, where she could blend into the background with Kate, sitting laughing about Shakespere and just being a teenage girl toâŠ
Being a Princess.
She stayed in school but Kate was almost glued to her side. She worked at her studies, she travelled back and forth between the countries as she learned.
Once she was 18, Sophie moved to Penwood and Kate and her family came with her, theyâd been her family when she had no one else and Kate wanted to work with Sophie, for Sophie as part of her staff once sheâd graduated from University.
And Sophie knew from the moment she moved to her new home that she wanted to be Queen, that she would do anything to be Queen. Her beautiful country that she was learning to love, the rich culture and history that was hers to protect and nourish and the more time she spent there, the more she got to know the people, the more she knew she wanted to be Queen.
So between her studies, her Queen lessons with her Grandmother and getting to know the countryâs leaders, she was starting to look for a husband.
Not just any husband, she needed someone titled, not in line for their own throne, someone who understood her importance as Queen. Someone harmless, inoffensive, who would stand there by her side and be a pillar of strength and a symbol but would let Sophie lead.
She would be Queen, and she knew finding a husband would be hard but she had time⊠or so sheâd assumed. She was only 18 after all, she had two years. How hard could it be?
From the moment the plane touched down, Sophie knew that whatever sheâd thought her life was going to be like, nothing compared to the circus it was becoming
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18 turned into 19 and Sophie had still not found someone that she wanted to marry, any male around her age that would be eligible was not interested in marriage, any man she met at a bar knew who she was and wanted a piece of her as a trophy.
She was to be Queen⊠Everyone knew that. âYour highness, you must know there isnât a man on this planet who isnât interested in marrying you, but it is finding the right person for you who will make your everyday life easier, who makes the mundane fun and who makes you smileâ her Prime Minister Edmund Bridgerton had told her as the days got closer to her 20th birthday and she had still not found someone to be her husband, time was running out and she was getting desperate.
âThat is all well and good my Lord but I have 6 months, we have 6 months to make this work or everything has been in vainâ Sophie sighed during their weekly meeting. Sophie loved meeting her prime minister, They had joked on a number of occasions it was a shame that his title came with his position and didnât transfer to his children since he had eight of them and the two eldest boys were a little older than Sophie and Kate, sheâd yet to meet Benedict who was off travelling and studying and she got on well with Anthony, who was training to take over from Charlie as the Royal Household Chief of Security once Sophie ascended to the throne.
The little wrinkle there was Anthony was dating Kate. Kate was working up to the role of Chief of Staff within the palace and eventually they would run the palace between them and despite their prickly start, Sophie thought they were perfect for one another but it served as an almost daily reminder that she didnât have that and she needed that. 6 months to fall in love, marry to become QueenâŠ
âThere are other ways around it, your grandmother is reluctant to bring it up because she knew how much you wanted to find someone the traditional way but there is always an arranged marriage, I am sure between Ms Gibbons, your grandmother and my wife Violet, theyâll be able to come up with a list of possibilities for you. Aim for friendship first, it worked for your grandmother⊠love everything else, it is lovely but friendship and companionship will hold you in just as good a steadâ Edmund explained
âThatâs easy for you to say, you married the love of your live and have 8 childrenâ Sophie replied flippantly but sighed âbut I shall think about it, it is likely to be the only optionâ
âSpeaking of my childrenâŠâ Edmund grinned and Sophie rolled her eyes
âSmooth⊠what are they after this time?â
âItâs nothing actually just Benedict is back from his travels eventually this weekend after being away for the last two years studying and he is on the last portfolio for his masters and I was wondering if perhaps as a small favour we could add him to your official photographers list up to the coronation and allow him to capture some more⊠candid photos of the next few monthsâ
âWhy not, some candid ones will be lovely I guess after all the formal thingsâŠâ Sophie said âand iâll make sure there is a ticket to my 20th birthday party for him as well, if he is back in time that is, it would be nice to meet another of your ridiculous brood. but I will give some thought to your suggestion, having some of those possible bachelors come to the party and meet themâŠâ Sophie sighed.
But after the events of her 20th birthday, Sophie had known it was time.
The only person sheâd met the night of her birthday party, the only person sheâd felt a connection with had been someone she knew she had no chance with.
Sheâd been walking through the party, trying to get away from Prince Hans and his incessant staring, as well as Lady Rosamund who was making snide quiet remarks about how it should be her that was going to be queen when Sophie had run straight into a stranger stomping straight on his foot, the most handsome stranger sheâd ever met.
It was only after sheâd danced and flirted with him and spoke to Kate, did she realise that it was Benedict Bridgerton and it had broken her heart almost instantly.
Sheâd assumed he was one of the many suitors her grandmother had invited for to meet so to realise who he was, that he was untitled, he was, despite being the son of a Lord, not someone Sophie could ever hope to get to know on a more intimate and romantic level⊠she knew based on the rules that had been set out for her future husband, it was a no go.
So the morning after her party, sheâd called Kate, her grandmother, Ann Gibbons the current chief of staff and Mary and said âitâs timeâ
A week later she was sitting in the palace movie room with the screens up, profiles up as she looked through all the eligible bachelors that would be interested in an arranged marriage.
Two hours it had taken, going through picture after picture before Sophie had spotted one.
Yes he was a second son but he fit the bill where no one else did. He was the second son of a Duke. His older brother was already married and had twins, their line was secure, he was a Sir. He had a title, a ceremonial one but all the sameâŠ
Sir Phillip Crane was everything that Sophie had been looking for.
He was the same age as she was, he was academic, he was cute. He was someone that Sophie could see herself being at least friends withâŠ
It was a start.
And it had turned out Phillip was everything that Sophie could have hoped for. He was kind, he was funny and they seemed to have a lot in common and Sophie knew sheâd made the best possible choiceâŠ
Or she would have thought so if it wasnât for Benedict being everywhere she went.
Sheâd forgotten about her agreement with the Prime Minister and being Anthonyâs brother, and he seemed to get on really well with Kate. he was always there.
The torment Sophie felt was horrible, she felt attracted to Benedict in a way she knew sheâd never be attracted to Phillip but she knew that she could never be with Benedict and have the life she so desperately wanted.
She wanted to be Queen, she wanted to rule this country that sheâd learned so much about, that she was so passionate about and she was close to mucking it all up.
Two weeks before the wedding it all came to a head when during the summer party, Sophie had slipped away from Phillip, leaving him with Kate and Benedictâs sister Eloise as she wanted to get out of her head. Cavenderâs son had been lurking and making lurid remarks about her and she just wanted 5 minutes.
Sheâd given her ladies maids the slip, and was just sitting on the edge of the fountain, trying not to hyperventilate.
Sheâd not seen Benedict at all during the party, he was employed during these events to take photos as part of her agreement with his father and she knew that it was the last thing she needed. Whilst she desperately craved him to soothe her frayed nerves, she knew being around him was making it worse.
Theyâd had many a spirited debate about Bryon, about poetry and art and she always seemed to know when he appeared, her skin tingled and pricked but he knew as well as she did, that whatever there was between them, wasnât possible.
With the way the rules of the country where, fate was destined to keep them apart.
But that day⊠heâd caught her unaware, theyâd given into a moment of weakness and kissed.
It was only when Sophieâs beloved dog Bernie, had come running through the fence with voices behind him, that theyâd separated and in their shock at nearly being caught, they had tumbled into the fountain.
It had been the start of her downfall.
Sheâd confined Kate how she felt about Benedict, how she wished things could be different and she knew that Benedict had felt the same and how she couldnât have him around her anymore because it was breaking her heart.
Benedict had agreed to step away, to leave his position because he knew the country needed Sophie more than he did and he would never have forgiven himself to do anything that would have ruined her dream to be Queen,
But heâd asked if he could see her one last time before he left, before he walked away and Sophie would marry Phillip and Sophie had agreed as long as no one found out.
But someone had found out. Someone had overheard and warned the press that if someone followed the Prime Ministerâs son⊠they would find a scandal.
And whilst it wasnât as big of a scandal as it could have been, Sophie and Benedict had just talked, shared a kiss or two, theyâd fallen asleep under a tree in the grounds of the castle and it was upon waking that theyâd been spottedâŠ
And Sophie was sure her life was going to fall apart.
Sarah yelled at her for over an hour about it, about how she should not be sneaking out and despite the fact she knew how her granddaughter felt about him, she could see how devastated Sophie was about the choice.
Heart or country.
It was a choice sheâd known all too well but Sophie knew what she wanted.
What was required of her⊠it was just a matter of if Phillip would still want to marry her.
âPhillip wait, please! Let me explain! Nothing happenedâ Sophie said as she ran after Phillip a few hours later after heâd arrived at the palace so they could talk.
âYes but you went Sophie, you still went didnât you?â he replied, his voice was strangely calm and not angry and Sophie wasnât sure if sheâd rather heâd been angry or not âI donât think you understand⊠despite my geekiness as the press back home call it, I am an extremely eligible bachelorâ he said, though Sophie could tell he cringed a bit at the words, knowing he didnât like to big himself in that way. âI really am. Iâve got plenty of friends, lots of lovely⊠erm women friendsâ he said gesturing as they looked at one another
âBut i⊠I still think marriage is a good idea.â he said and Sophie looked up at him in disbelief as Phillipâs face softened as they looked at one another,
âSophieâŠâ he said, before taking a step forward, placing his hands on either side of her face and kissing her.
It was the first time theyâd properly kissed, it had been a brief kiss on the lips when theyâd gotten engaged, the same on the balcony when they announced their engagement several weeks ago and as kisses wentâŠ
It was the most awkward kiss either of them had ever experienced.
It was like kissing a sibling. It was so awkward Sophie was sure the entire world stopped moving and she could hear the cows in the field several miles away MooingâŠ
Eventually Phillip pulled away and Sophie with her eyes still shut brought her hand to her lip to almost wipe the kiss off as she had Phillip looked at one another again
âSo?â he asked âanything?â already anticipating the answer.
âIt was lovely⊠just⊠there was noâŠâ Sophie said
âSpark?â they said at the same time and Sophie groaned as she knew what the right thing to do was.
âWhat are we going to do?â Sophie said her voice breaking a little as she felt herself close to tears. The wedding was a few days away, sheâd come this far and now sheâd thrown it all away.
Phillip sighed and took a step forward putting an arm around Sophieâs waist, rolling his eyes as the security guards shovelled up the stairs behind them
âNo privacyâŠâ Sophie grumbled.
âSophie⊠you chose me⊠and I acceptedâ he said pressing an almost brotherly kiss on her head âI accepted and so weâre going to stand up in the church next week and say âI doâ and become man and wife⊠and then youâre going to be crowned Queen of Penwood and make the most amazing Queen in the history of this great countryâ he said tenderly, honestly and a smile on his face that made Sophie feel like perhaps everything could be okay.
âThank youâ she whispered as she kissed his cheek as she smiled back at him.
This was it. Her choice had been made. Country and Duty over her heart. Phillip was a good man and she could do a lot worseâŠ
#bridgerton#bridgerton drabble#Benophie AU#Princess diaries AU#benedict bridgerton#sophie beckett#sir phillip crane#benophie#benedict x sophie
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Supergirl Mayhem 2024 Entry
#supergirl mayhem 2024#sg mayhem 2024#sgmh2024#supergirlmayhem2024#supercorp#kara danvers#lena luthor#princess diaries au#princess diaries#unexpected crossover#my stuff
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A THOUGHT HAS JUST HIT ME MID SENTENCE ON MY PAPER
PRINCESS DIARIES STEDDIE ???
ANYONE??? EVERYONE??? SOMEBODY!!!!
EDIT: @delta-piscium sent the link for one thatâs based on princess diaries 2!!!! AND APPARENTLY @henderdads inspired it???? So anyways Iâve put away my computer and Iâm going to read this right now immediately
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woooo zinejam everyone say woo zinejam woo!!!!! i finally get to share the princess diaries thistlecaster au oneshot and i am. so happy. anyways go check out the bundle its great. its so cool so many amazing people worked on so many amazing projects and we're donating to the United Nations' Occupied Palestinian Territory Humanitarian Fund this year! highly recommend y'all explore some amazing fanwork this fine monday evening
Crown Prince of Dunefort Gorgug Thistlespring has a lot to worry about before his coronation as king: his upcoming wedding to someone that he's not in love with, the constant attempts of the council to prove that he isn't ready for the throne, the weight of Roz's expectations and the overbearing presence of his adoptive parents. Right now, though, the main threat to all of that is his total inability to shoot an arrow through a hoop. The guy he absolutely, one hundred percent should not be in love with has some helpful advice. ... It's the archery scene from the Princess Diaries 2, but with thistlecaster!
please read and comment also bc i am. starved for comments and positive feedback <3 ily all
#d20#d20 zine jam#D20ZineJam2024#thistlecaster#princess diaries au#fabian seacaster#gorgug thistlespring#please read and rb#yay zinejam!
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nuzi princess diaries au(I prefer the book, so weâre going book version baby! but also not exactly like the books)
Uzi: Mia, obviously. But Uzi is like WAY more pissed about being a princess than Mia was
Khan: Helen(Miaâs mom) but heâs still not over Nori unlike Helen when it comes to Phillipe. Also he doesnât date Uziâs algebra teacher and he is an artist who does cool designs with doors
Nori: Phillipe. Sheâs the current ruler of Copper-9 and is amazing at her job. The country would be in shambles without her. And sheâs still in love with khan
Alice: Grandmere, but on top of princess lessons sheâs teaching Uzi to become a mechanic for some odd reason. And she doesnât have a hairless toy poodle, she has her son Beau who is Uziâs age but doesnât want to rule and just wants to be a mechanic so Alice letâs him not be a prince
N: Michael, but heâs still Vâs brother and they both have to deal with a body guard. I can already hear Uzi say he only is nice to her because sheâs his twin sisterâs friend
Lizzy and Thad: Theyâd both be Lilly but Thad would be Lillyâs positive traits and Lizzy would be Lillyâs negative traits(sheâd still be an okay friend to Uzi tho)
Doll: Boris but Uzi wouldnât think she was a loser, just annoying by constantly playing the violin in gifted and talented
V: Tina Hakim Baba. She keeps her mansion personality but still can be her after the mansion self when she needs to be
J: Lana. Thatâs the only person i can see her as
Chad: Josh Richter, idk someone needed to be him
This would not leave my mind, and now on top of all the wips I currently have, I want to write this. Let me know if I should.
#murder drones#murder drones lizzy#thad murder drones#murder drones doll#v murder drones#murder drones n#murder drones uzi#nuzi#nori doorman#khan doorman#i feel like this has so much potential#And while Uzi is running around panicking about liking n#Her parents are falling in love all over again#Oh crap I forgot to tag some people#Md chad#md j#md alice#md beau#but anyway#when Uzi gets told that khan and nori are getting back together#Sheâs like wtf when did this happen#idk I hat this was funny#princess diaries au
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so you remember that spirk royalty au iâve been working on forever? chapter two now up AND i have a writing sideblog now! look at me!
#arsoney writes#arsoneys st stuff#k/s#spirk#royalty au#fanfiction#you saw me when i was invisible chapter 2#princess diaries au#jim kirk#captain kirk#spock#s'chn t'gai spock#nyota uhura#t'pring#uhura x t'pring#bones mccoy
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And now for a guilty pleasure, I give you this.
Mirandy Princess Diaries Au where Andrea, Mia's alias, finds the love of her life in none other than Miranda Priestly, the editor-in-chief of Runway magazine, who apparently returns her feelings and willingly gives up the crown in fashion for a real one.
The Genovian Royal wedding, when both Queen and Queen Consort appear before the masses for the first time as wives. Andy is wearing the traditional military garb (as commander-in-chief of the Genovian troops) and Miranda the usual bridal gown, simple, elegant, and the tiara Amelia used in her very first Embassy ball.
#mirandy#miranda priestly#andy sachs#andrea sachs#princess diaries au#fanart#dwp#the devil wears prada
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"I loathe you!"
Another snippet, this time ~in motion~
Sorry for the giant ass watermark, I didnât realize it would show up until I exported the first draft *siiigh*
#*grits teeth* itsfineitsfineitsfine#i totally didnt waste 20 minutes of my life doing that#its FINE i wanted to tweak the timing of some frames anyway#hijack#princess diaries au#animatic#my art
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damn just watched the princess diaries 2 and realized it would make a great au setting for a duncney fanfic đ€
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Princess Diaries au my beloved! Endless sniping! Misunderstandings! Making out in closets! Royal weddings! Secret gays! *clasps hands under her chin* It's so beautiful đ„č
Here is a short little sneak peek of the princess diaries Christmas fic đ€ because I just love a Christmas ball
When the sky over the palace begins to darken with the promise of first snow, Anakin begins to hear the first rumblings of a Christmas party. Apparently, Genovia throws a famous Yuletide celebration every year. Itâs the very first Anakinâs heard about it, but itâs like he goes to bed one night in an empty palace, and wakes up to fifty evergreen trees scattered around the dining room.
âWell, you were in school,â his grandfather tells him, carefully breaking open his breakfast egg and dipping a stick of toast into the liquid yellow. Anakin, like a normal person, stabs his fork into his scrambled eggs and takes a suspicious bite.
âI was on winter break,â he points out. âEvery time. Because itâs Christmas.â
Qui-Gon makes a big show at fixing his tea to perfection, even though Anakin knows the kitchen already does that for him. âWell,â he says. âYour mother requested you spend Christmas with her.â
âWell,â Shmi says when Anakin calls her a few hours later, âyou had that awful haircut during university, didnât you? We decided that it would be better if you stayed in America until you had a diploma. And a visit to the barber.â
Anakin splutters. It had been a cool haircut. He had looked cool. âYouâre not invited anymore,â he tells his mother.
âYou canât uninvite me to the announcement of my own sonâs engagement,â Shmi says, and sheâs laughing a little bit which is good because the words wipe any smile off Anakinâs face.
âIâoh,â he says. âI hadnât realized that thatâs whenâŠwhen weâd do that.â
Christmas Yuletide royalty ball đ€©đ€© with added duke obi-wan shenanigans and some MORE linen closet making out
#asks#obikin#princess diaries au#also this anakinâs bday is Christmas Day because I love that for modern day anakin lol#Jesus bday for the chosen one or whatever
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A Recipe for Disaster
The Princess Diaries 2 steddie AU no one asked for but that i couldnât get out of my head!!
On AO3 here
It had taken a lot for Steve to get to where he is.
As a person, not like, âin lifeâ-wise
He was most definitely better off than most, he was about to be King of a whole ass country for fucks sake, but the internal shitstorm he had gone through to become the person he is today...was a lot.
He was 16 going on 17 when his long lost aunt showed back up in his life. News of his birthright hitting him like a ton of bricks.
Queen Joyce Renaldi was his father (Stephan Artur Renaldi II)âs older sister, and became Genoviaâs ruler when her father passed away shortly after Steveâs.
She had sat down with him and patiently explained everything to him, that since he was the sole male heir to the throne, the crownâd be his when he turned 18. If he wanted it. That sheâd train him in everything he needed to know to get him ready and if she had anything to do with it, he wouldnât be alone in this. Heâd have her to guide him as long as he needed her.
At that point in his life, he had already: lost his dad, learned how much of an ass his father really was (and how much people were glad he was gone), and completely shut down. He used to be the King of his school (ironically) but after his dad died, he dropped the façade and became friends with Robin Buckley, local freak.
It didnât take long before they were the literal best of friends, joined at the hip and at the braincell, platonic soulmates. She became everything to Steve and even after one bad drug trip, finding out he was a royal (for real), their first fight, and his stupid brain thinking that his old best friend Tommy Hagen wasnât just flirting with him to capitalize on Steveâs newfound status, but because he actually did like him back only to be caught by paparazzi making out in a boathouse at his schoolâs beach partyâŠRobin was still there. She was always there for him.
She even decided to pursue her degree in languages at the same college; and not just her own degree, but also took another major in international and public affairs, same as him. Fully intending to stay by his side in Genovia.
Steve loves her so damn much (a fact she says he reminds her of all too often).
Which brings him to today. Graduation day.
Finally, finally, heâd be returning to Genovia. With Robin and their co-parented orange cat named Concrete by his side, heâd finally be returning to the country he loved. That he had loved since first landing there the summer after junior year.
He was looking forward to his 21st birthday coming up in a few weeks, nervous about being completely âof ageâ, and the upcoming coronation, but Aunt Joyce had assured him that he would rule at her side before officially taking over.
âYour highness, Lady Robin, look out the window,â Jim Hopper: head of security, local badass, and great friend and father (to his own kids, and a welcome father-figure to Steve these last 4/5 years), interrupted Steveâs tired thoughts and worries, âWelcome back to Genovia.â
Steve looked up at Hopper, grinning, and turned to the window closest to their seats where Robin was already holding Concrete up by his armpits to look out the window too. Steve loved seeing the palace as they flew over, but now all he saw was two-day old, travel-mussed, blonde hair and the bottom half of a very fat orange cat.
â--
The few weeks leading up to his 21st birthday went by in a flash.
The first couple days were appointments with the Palaceâs medical team, introductions to the newer members of the staff that Steve would be seeing around daily, official introductions of Robin (and her official titling as Steveâs Royal Advisor) to the staff, fittings for his attire for the ball (a maroon tuxedo, subtly patterned with branches of the Genovian Pear tree in a slightly darker shade, a golden sunflower yellow bow tie and matching waistcoat, Genoviaâs royal sash and medals, and a smaller crown of his grandfathers who, like Steve, was partial to warm tones than to cool ones. This crown looked like if the circular backsplash pattern of a drop of  water was cast in gold. The peaks of the crown were each adorned with a ruby, which just barely poked out above Steveâs hair like a halo), and multiple small family dinners, just Steve and his two favorite ladies (Aunt Joyce and Robin) plus Lord Concrete and Joyceâs beloved mutt Maurice. The latter of the two being sworn enemies.
Soon (too soon), it was the night of his ball. Joyce was to enter first with Hopper, and after her speech, would lead the attendees in a toast to Steve as he entered the ballroom. Steve could hear Joyce making her speech though the heavy oak doors, her voice carrying easily though the hall as if the palace itself wanted to send her voice as far as it could.
To top off the pile of anxiety growing in the pit of his stomach, Robin wasnât with him at the moment. She wasnât allowed to make the entrance with him, but knowing sheâd be just on the other side of the door and down the stairs, gave him little reprieve.
He was pacing between the two doormen on his side of the door, twisting his grandfatherâs signet ring worriedly on his left middle finger. The ring was a gift from Joyce for his birthday, said she wanted Steve to have it because âHe would have absolutely adored you, Steve. Heâd be so proud to see such a handsome, well-rounded young man wear it.â She had his face cupped in her small hands and wiped away his tears with her thumbs when they made their appearance. The ring was too big, big enough for Steve to be constantly worried about losing it right off his finger at the slightest movement. He is already planning on sending it off to be resized, but wanted to have it with him tonight.
Again, too soon, there was no more time to panic as he could hear the announcement of his name coming from the ballroom.
âPresenting, His Royal Highness, Stephan Artur Harrington-Renaldi, Prince of Genovia.â
At the bangs of the announcerâs staff, Steve stepped forward on shaky legs, the double doors opening before him by the ballroomâs doormen just as rehearsed. He dusts off his old âKing Steveâ mask and smile from his time in high school, puts them on, and walks through the threshold and out to the short balcony created by the twin staircases, beaming at the gathered dignitaries.
âTo Prince Steve.â Joyce calls and lifts her glass of champagne.
âTo Prince Steve!â The crowd parrots.
Steve lifts his right hand and gives them all a wave, then switches it out for his left, waving a little bit too vigorously toward where heâs spotted Robin whoâs grinning at him, looking stunning in the sparkly golden yellow gown she had to almost be wrestled into. He mustâve waved too hard because he feels his grandfatherâs ring fly directly off his sweaty hand.
He turns, eyeline chasing the flight path of the ring only to see it land safely in one of the doormanâs grasp.
The elderly man approaches Steve âIt happens all the time.â he drops the ring into Steveâs palm and smiles. âAnd Happy Birthday.â
âThank you very much.â Steve returns the smile
The titter and giggles from the crowd subdue back into easy chatter as Steve comes down the stairs to his left, and grasps Robinâs hand on his arm as soon as she weaves her arm with his.
âYou must be the clumsiest royal to ever grace these halls, Your Royal Dingus.â
âYouâre absolutely right, now every important person in the literal world knows it.â
"You are incorrect, Lady Robin,â Joyce calls from behind the two, who turn to face her. âMy father was just as clumsy as our Steve, perhaps even more so.â Her smile is polite and loving, but the teasing smile on Hopperâs face betrays exactly what she is thinking.
âThose two are just as symbiotic as Robin and I, I swear.â Steve thinks to himself.
âGee thanks,â Steve rolls his eyes but detaches himself from Robin âCare to be my first dance, Aunt Joyce?â
âI thought youâd never ask, my dear.â She similarly unweaves her arm from Hopperâs and places her palm atop the back of Steveâs downturned one.
Steve leads her to the middle of the ballroom, their guests parting like the red sea in front of them to give an open area to dance. As if they could read their minds, the band starts a classic waltz and Steve leads his Aunt around the outer edge of the circle.
Hopper soon joins them with Robin, and slowly, more and more folks spin themselves into the dance. Steve smiles at Prime Minister Wayne Henderson and his wife Claudia as he and Joyce spin past them, and when the song ends, itâs like the ice has been broken and the party can actually start.
People approach him from all angles to wish him a happy birthday, and make their introductions, including quite a few members of parliament, recognizable by the Genovian Crests pinned to their suits. Robin latches back to his side, they fend off the âOh, how cute of a couple!â comments as usual, and Robin gets to flex her dignitary muscles. He catches a few excerpts sometimes when she is speaking to foreign dignitaries in their native languages. Steve feels very lucky to have her.
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Heâs whisked away soon after to start the part(s) of the evening heâs dreading the most. Prince Stephan is expected to dance with all the eligible persons of Royal descent. He starts with Robin first, just to get his nerves out of the way.. Then itâs off to the races.
Itâs really like they all just expect him to be only a Prince Charming, He asks many of them questions about their own countries/principalities or their interests and they look at him like they'd rather he just tell them how nice they look.
The only one that doesnât fit this mold so far, is a woman about his age named Nancy. Her small and petite frame is definitely in that mold of most of the attendees heâs expected to dance with, but she tells Steve immediately about how sheâd love to be a journalist if it werenât for her royal expectations.
âI just love to get down to the bottom of things, you know? I like digging in and finding out anything and everything about a story.â
âThat sounds fantastic, Iâd love to read some of your work sometime.â Steve smiles at her and is rewarded with a small smile and blush. âActually,â he continues âOur head of securityâs oldest son is a photographer, Iâd love to introduce you. His work is really good; I feel like your writing and his photo skills could be a great combination.â
He wasnât lying either, from the few minutes heâs spent with Nancy, he can tell without a doubt that anything she wrote would be fantastic, and though Jonathan and he have always been kinda weird, his photography is plastered all over the Palaceâs media releases and he definitely has talent.
âReally? I would love to meet him.â
âCome on, I need a break from dancing anyhow.â They step apart and he offers his arm to her, which she takes. Steve can easily spot Hopper from across the room, easily a head taller than most.
Hopper greets them as they approach, âGood evening your highness, your highness.â directing their titles to each of them.
âHi Hop, is Jonathan around today? Nancy here is an aspiring reporter and Iâd love to introduce them.â
Hopper smiles warmly down at Nancy, âAh, is that so! Well it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance Madam Nancy, let me radio Jon.â
âThank you Mr. Hopper.â Nancy beams at him
âPlease, your highness, Hopper or Jim is just fine with me.
âJust donât call him Jimmy.â Steve stage whispers to Nancy, loud enough for Hopper to hear and shake his head at him. âAre Will and Ellie around tonight?â
âAh yes, they are around here somewhere. I think they and Mr. Henderson have met the young Lord Sinclair, so Iâm sure I will have to respond to one of their messes here sooner than later.â
âYour other children?â Nancy asks, genuinely curious.
âYes maâam, the wonder twins themselves.â His close-lipped smile makes his mustache scrunch on his face along with causing his well-worn crows feet to make their appearance.
âWhadja needâŠdad?â Steve hears Jonathan call out then trail off when he catches sight of Steve. âGood evening your highness, happy birthday.â He quickly catches himself and greets Steve with a short bow, âIs there something wrong?â
âNot at all Jonathan, I just wanted to introduce you to Princess Nancy here.â He gestures at Nancy, whoâd mostly been hidden from sight behind Steve from where Jonathan had approached. She releases her hold on Steveâs arm and extends her hand for Jonathan to take.
âMany apologies your highness, I didnât see you there. How do you do?â He takes Nancyâs extended hand and bows with a light kiss to her knuckles. âIs there something I can help you with?â
Steve watches this exchange and immediately the arrow on his brand new internal âNancyâ dial flops from where it was in the âInterested in Nancyâ section, to the complete opposite âGet Nancy and Jonathan together at all costsâ section.
Nancyâs whole face and neck are blushing a wonderful shade of pink (Steve can even see some dripping down onto her collarbones since the navy blue dress she wears is sleeveless). Steve smirks and is about to cut in to tell Jon all about her, but she gets to it before he can, still eloquent and in command of her words despite her obvious flustered mood.
âI was telling Steve about my wishes to become a journalist and he said your photography work was very good. I am assuming you are on the palaceâs public relations team?â
Jonathan still hasnât let go of Nancyâs hand, and it doesnât look like heâd like to anytime soon. âY_yes, I am the lead photographer.. Steve said that?â Jonathan glaces at Steve disbelievingly.
Nancy nods, âHe did. I would love to see what youâve been able to capture so far.â She gestures to the heavy-looking camera around his neck.
âUhh..â Jonathan looks to Steve worriedly, who quickly mimes standing up straight and offering his arm. âO_of course, Iâd love to show you, your highness.â He offers his arm to her and she takes it excitedly.
âPlease, just call me Nancy.â she smiles at Jon and his face flushes red.
About an hour later, Steve is starving and starting to get hangry from lack of food. He really doesnât want to accidentally snap at someone important, so he sneaks over to the corner where his towering birthday cake has been mocking him, picks up one of the tiny serving spoons, and spoons out a mouthful of the cake from behind one of the fondant flowers.
Someone taps him on the shoulder âI saw that.â
Steve looks over, ready to apologize, and has to look down a bit more than he thought. âUh, itâs my cake.â He tells the younger man. He must be at least 18, heâs definitely not a young kid. Curly light brown hair, slicked backward on the sides, like a fake mullet. âI like your hair dude, very 80s.â
The kid looked embarrassed, âYeah my mom did it, itâs not what I would have done but Iâm not the best at maintaining my curls myself. Our deal is if my mom does my hair, she does all of it. Style and all.â
âIt looks really good, I promise, you should tell her thanks.â Steve says, taking another bite of cake.
âDude.â the kid says incredulously, âSave some for the rest of us.â
âDude.â Steve parrots back in the same tone âItâs my cake, I can eat as much as I want.â He pauses for a second, and thinks âReel it back in Steve, you donât even know who this kid is or who this kidâs parents are. Donât be rude and start a war accidentally.â
âSorry, I havenât eaten anything all night and I can feel myself getting hangry. Iâm Steve.â Steve switches the small spoon into his left hand and extends his right to the kid
âYeah, I know who you are, you did make a pretty grand entrance earlier; donât know if you noticed.â He takes Steveâs hand and gives it a strong (but somewhat clammy) shake. âIâm Dustin Henderson.â
âAh, so youâre Wayneâs kid.â Steve drops Dustinâs hand.
âNo, Claudiaâs kid. Wayne is my Step-dad.â
âOh, sorry...Wait, is that a bad thing?â
âGod no, Wayne is the best. Quiet, contemplative, you know he loves you no matter what. And heâs been around as long as I can remember.â
Steve nods along to what Dustin is saying, picking up a second spoon and pulling out another spoonful of cake for Dustin, handing it to him while heâs still talking.
âHe even took my Momâs last name when they got married. He said that heâs the one joining our family, not the other way âround.â
Steve has that much more respect for the already well-respected Prime Minister.
âPlus I heard him tell my mom once that his family are a bunch of sleezebags so heâs happy to be rid of his own name anyhow.â
âWow really? Whoâs his family I wonder?â
âDunno, never asked him and I donât really want to bring it up if he hates them all, you know?â
âTrue, true.â Steve agrees. âI like you kid, (âKid?? Iâm only 3 years younger than you!â) I hope to see you around again if I donât die of boredom talking to all these parliament geezers.â
Dustin grins a big squinty grin at him and extends his hand to Steve again. Steve smiles and shakes his hand, then Dustin puts on a fake, very haughty voice and says âIâll have my people contact your people.â
Steve throws his head back and bellows out a laugh, âSounds good man. Câmon, I wanna introduce you to my best friend, Robin. Sheâs the coolest, I think you guys will like each other.â He pats Dustin on the shoulder, stepping out around the table to lead him across the room where Robin is chatting with Murray and Hopper.
âOooh, best friend only?â Dustin asks suggestively
âNuh-uh donât even go there little man, Steve looks back at the teen, âI am SO not her type and___oh shoot, your..footâ Steve looks up at the person whose foot he just crushed, and his hazel eyes meet chocolate brown. âAre you alright?â
âIâll survive, your highness.â the man says, standing to his full height, Steve also rises to keep his gaze. âThe fault was entirely my own. I apologize.â
The man is just slightly taller than Steve, and has dark brown, almost black, curls. They cascade onto his shoulders, and Steve has the overwhelming urge to reach out and see if they are as soft as they look. Only half of this hair is down, the top half pulled back away from his face.
He is drop-dead gorgeous.
âAre you sure you donât want to exchange licenses and proof of insurance?â
âNo, no, these shoes were a little big anyway, the swelling should help them fit a bit better.â he grins and Steve feels his heart palpitate at the sight.
âPlease, excuse me..â He says, stepping back and to the side to squeeze through the crowd.
âSure.â Steve says, whisper quiet, but dreamboat is already walking away.
As usual, Steve just knows exactly where Robin is, and he turns to meet her gaze (she had already been watching the interaction from her spot across the room).
The two of them mouth âWhat the fuck?â to each other before Steveâs attention is pulled back to Dustin quietly saying "Holy shit.."
"You saw nothing, that was nothing." Steve points at Dustin accusingly.
Dustin puts his hands up in mock surrender "Okay, okay, that was nothing..."
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A couple dances later, Steve finds himself dancing with one little girl that honestly, heâd dance with all night if he could. Sheâs a sassy little thing, a princess from a neighboring country, who calls herself âLady Applejackâ with all the conviction in the world (Steve thinks her name is really Erica though). She stands on his toes while he spins them in dance like she is trying with all her might to crush the digits below her own into the floor for offending her personally.
When he asks about her interests, she tells him almost reluctantly about her love for Dungeons and Dragons, but insists that sheâs NOT a nerd. Heâs not sure what Dungeons and Dragons even is, but he has an overwhelming feeling that Dustin actually might. Steve tells her as much, and she looks excited that there may be someone else here to talk to about her game.
Steve feels a tap on his shoulder and when he turns, dreamboat is smiling down at Erica.
âPardon me, Lady Applejack, may I cut in?â
âIâd be mad if you didnât.â And with that, Erica nearly wrenched herself from Steveâs grasp, and strutted off, looking for Dustin.
âI would say thank you for saving me, but sheâs the best dance partner Iâve had so far.â Steve tells the dreamboat, sliding into his arms like it was the most natural thing in the world.
âI believe you wholeheartedly, Your Highness.â He chuckles
âSteve. I prefer to be called Steve. And you areâŠ?â
âEddie. Just.. Eddie.â
Steve laughs âWell, Just Eddie, Iâm glad to see that my clumsiness hasn't affected your dancing.â Eddie spins them in a lazy circle, âIâm sorry I stepped on your foot.â he whispers
âYou can step on my foot anytime.â Eddie says, a promise.
They had stopped twirling, more or less just swaying back and forth in one spot. Steve was suddenly hyper-aware of how close they had gotten to each other, and how much closer Eddieâs forehead was to his own.
Suddenly, Eddieâs head spun to look at something. It was Dustin.
âItâs Sir Dustinâs turn.â He says to Eddie in that same fake-haughty tone heâd used before.
âYouâre quite right, Sir Dustin.â Eddie says, stepping away from Steve and giving Dustin a quick bow.
Steve finds himself missing his closeness when his whole front goes cold in his absence.
âYour highness,â Eddie smolders at him through his lashes with his own bow to Steve, which he returns. And then. Heâs gone.
Steve automatically takes Dustinâs hands and starts up the waltz once again, mood soured completely and vaguely aware that Dustin is trying to get his attention.
"Dude. Steve!â
Steve looks down at Dustin, hoping his calm face portrays how pissed he is.
Dustin rolls his eyes, âLook, I know we just met but please just play along here, pretend like you and I both know this is a joke. Laugh or something.â
Now Steveâs just confused.
âWith all respect your highness, really and truthfully, love who you love, but the old guys that will end up making decisions for you are not all as cool as Wayne, and would probably have an aneurysm if they think youâre actually making googly eyes at the eligible bachelors here.â
Steve laughs uncomfortably, âUh, Iâm not_â
âYou and I both know you were. Câmon man, you know Iâm right.â
Steve actually starts laughing at the absurdity of it all. Heâs grateful for Dustin, Steve knows heâs right, but he also wants to cry and bury himself in the garden out of embarrassment.
âYouâre right, youâre right! Damn it⊠He was a total dreamboat though, wasnât he?â Steve waggles his eyebrows at Dustin and laughs again at his disgusted expression.
âWant me to save you, little man?â This time, itâs Robin who cuts in, moving to take her turn as Steveâs dance partner.
âUgh. Please.â Steve lets Dustin go. âDonât say I donât do anything for you.â he says as he walks away, waving at Steve and Robin over his shoulder.
âTell me everything right now or I swear to god I will throw your shoes into the fountain.â Robin demands as soon as they start spinning.
âYou saw how hot he was! And literally so smooth..â
âWhat was with the kid?â
âI was mooning over Eddie.â
âOh, his name is Eddie huh?â She grins at him slyly âAnd what about it?â
âDustin, rightfully, pointed out that the peanut gallery wouldnât be too keen on me dancing with all the hotties in the room, not just the lady-type ones. He cut in to cover for me.â
Robin winced in understanding âOof.. yeah I shouldâve caught that too, honestly.â
"Yeah, me too.â
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After this leg of the Prince Stephan World Waltzing Tour, Prime Minister Henderson tells Steve once again that âThereâs a member of Parliament you should meet.â and heads off to go grab said memberâs attention before Steve follows. Murray, Joyceâs #1 and palace scheduling wizard, passes by and Steve stops him with an uncomfortable âMurray, how many more members of parliament are there?â
âOnly six left, sir. Youâve got it this.â He claps his hand on Steveâs shoulder.
âOh. Thatâs not too bad,â Steve shrugs to himself as he and Murray part ways. Someone calls his name from behind him and when he turns toward the voice, he feels a tug at his hair and a weight sliding from his head at the same time.
Whirling around, Steveâs hand flies to his head to try and catch the crown before it falls completely off, but is met with the faces of a very apologetic waiter and a very cold-looking member of parliament who had already saved the priceless item from hitting the floor. The waiter whose tray had knocked the crown off his head is apologizing profusely, and the other man is making what Steve thinks is a very rude shoo-ing motion towards them.
He focuses his attention on the gangly looking waiter. âI am so sorry, It was only an accident!â
âNo, No, itâs perfectly fine I promise. I am all good, no harm no foul.â Steve smiles genuinely at them.
The waiter clasps his hands together and smiles gratefully before turning and rushing from the room. âIâll have to make sure heâs not fired for this, thatâd be shitty.â Steve thinks to himself.
âThank you for catching that.â Steve tells the cold-mannered man, crouching down a bit so he can place the crown back on his head.
âYou should be more careful, your Royal Highness.â He tells Steve, fixing the headpiece into position, âsomeone may try to take that from you.â
âI sure hope not,â Steve says with an awkward laugh, lightly touching his head âthank you for all your help!â and turns back to Prime Minister Henderson, intending on asking who the cold-mannered man was.
Pt. 2 here!
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Bridgerton Drabble: Princess Diaries AU
Part #2 Broken
âWhat do you mean youâre still going through with it?â George sighed as he looked at his brother exasperated a couple of hours later.
âWell just that, Sophie assured me it was a one off, that it would never happen again and I believe her.â Phillip argued back.
âGeorge, it is his decision at the end of the dayâŠâ Marina said as she walked into the room, Amanda wrapped in a blanket as she went to place her in the cot next to her twin brother.
âItâs a stupid ass decision that is what it is. Come on, the entire country has seen the Bridgerton bloke sniffing around her for the last month, itâs clear to anyone with eyes that whatever that was wasnât just a one off⊠and besides you said it yourself, there isnât a spark there! You see her more as a sister! And Iâve seen you pining after that Bridgerton girlâŠâ
âEloise and I are just friendsâŠâ Phillip said going red and George laughed
âI didnât say which Bridgerton⊠but come on, youâre going to be stuck in a loveless marriage and it will eat away at youâ George said
âShe picked me, weâre doing this. She canât marry anyone else and if she doesnât marry by the end of the week then the country goes to the Cavendersâ Phillip argued
âAnd that has nothing to do with you, you can return to England, back to your plants and forget about this entire messâ George said âI am sure you can persuade Eloise to come to Oxford or Cambridge for University since sheâs due to start next termâ he teased raising his brows suggestively.
Phillip threw a grape at his brother who laughed.
âItâs not that simple. I wonât see this entire country be wrecked by some imbecile because I wasnât prepared to help where I can. Sophie is the best thing that ever happened to this country, even if she only found out about it a few years ago, she cares so deeply about everyone, she wants to make it a better place, a better country and I can be a part of that, I can help her achieve that and I can do my botany work anywhere. She chose me, we are seeing this through. I do not need any more lectures about it George, I just need you to be supportive please. Like Marina is beingâ
âMarina is being supportive because she knows she has little choiceâ Marina laughed âyou were supportive of us when we found out about the twins and helped us with the press and your fatherâs rageâ
âYes, like dad would be happy about you doing thisâŠâ George scoffed
âWhat? The idea of me marrying someone who is going to be Queen of a country. Itâd probably be the only thing in my life iâd have done he would have approved of⊠thinking i could seize control for the family or something⊠but even if he didnât approve, itâd have been something iâd have wanted to do even more to get away from himâ Phillip said shaking his head.
âPoint takenâŠâ George said before looking between his brother and his wife and heaving a deep sigh âfine, I shall continue to be supportive of this stupid endeavour and I shall be the first to either congratulate you on becoming Prince Consort, or to say âI told you soâ when it goes tits upâ he grinned
Marina swiped at her husband who ducked it and laughed âi promise, iâll be on my best behaviour, I just want Phil to be happy and if being married to the Queen of Penwood will do that⊠then I shall be the supportive big brotherâ
âThank you, that is all I askâŠâ Phillip said, walking over to the drinks cabinet to pour himself a drink
âAnd maybe keep him away from Eloiseâ Marina whispered into her husband's ear who nodded glumly.
They knew there was no changing Phillipâs mind when heâd set it to something that it would take a lot to change itâŠ
Heâd been adamant that when Marina and George found out she was pregnant, that to avoid the scandal of the unplanned pregnancy, the unwanted attention in the press and their fatherâs fury, he had offered to say he was the father and take the brunt of everything from their fatherâŠ
But given the news of Marina falling pregnant by one of his sonâs out of wedlock, had caused their father to have a heart attack⊠that lie hadnât been required but for George, as much as he liked the Queen to be and knew that on paper this was a good match and that his brother and Sophie were friends and very similar in personality, he couldnât help but feel that this was not the end of the matter and that the saga with the wedding was just startingâŠ
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Over at the houses of parliament, Edmund Bridgerton was pinching the bridge of his nose as he looked over the documents finalising the plans Andrew and Roger had sent over for the new orphanage to be built as per the Princessâ request.
It had been a morning of putting out fires and dealing with the broken heart of his 24 year old son.
Benedict had come back from the palace and his sneaky yet innocent night with the Princess completely broken.
He had never seen him like this before and he had no idea what to do about it. The rules were the rules. They had been set well over 200 years ago by men who didnât think that a woman should rule period, let alone on her own and therefore they forced through ridiculous rules.
Some of them theyâd managed to abolish over the years but the marriage law⊠that was something that theyâd never seen to rectify and he had no idea if it was even possible for the Lords of the country to make such a decision as any decisions around the crown had to be set by the King or Queen.
The marriage law as it stood now had been passed in 1812 when the then King George only had legitimate daughterâs and wanted one of his bastard sons to rule instead and heâd made it as difficult as possible for his eldest daughter Sophia Charlotte, to take her rightful place as Queen once he passed away.
Heâd forced through the rule that said in order for her to rule she had to marry and be over the age of 20, before she could assume the throne but also made it clear that whoever they were to marry, would not have any power over the throne, as he was sure it would have made her whole position less fanciful, why marry a Queen if you get no power⊠which all men married for, power and position and for 100âs of years⊠that law had been enforced.
Sophia had managed to outwit her father and married a simple Lord and went on to be one of the country's greatest ever rulers.
âItâs a stupid ruleâ Benedict had wailed so many times into his hands that Edmund was sure it was all he was going to think about when he slept that night. He knew his wife would be the better person to calm their second son down, she always had been but there had been some sort of drama with Eloise so heâd been left to deal with Benedict.
It broke his heart that there was nothing he could do, he personally didnât have the power to change it, he couldnât even make the motion to change the rule that could only come from the sovereign or sovereign to be, and then parliament could decide on whether or not to back the motionâŠ
And given half of the men that sat on the benches of parliament, he wouldnât put it past them to not pass it and being so close to the wedding nowâŠ
Edmund hated this. He hated that he hadnât learned more earlier, when he first got to know their future Queen, heâd assumed that sheâd have found a way out of it, or been happy but heâd not anticipated the connection that seemed to form almost instantly between his son and the Princess.
It had been even quicker than that of when he met Violet when heâd known by the end of the dance⊠heâd seen the Princess run into Benedict and stand on his toe and heâd seen the sparks flyâŠ
And knew that they were in trouble.
âI know sheâs the best thing for this country but itâs not fair⊠itâs not fairâ he wept over and over in his hands, his eyes were red and swollen, as was his nose from the hysterics. It didnât matter that he was a grown ass man of twenty four years old.
Benedict knew he would never find anyone that compared with Sophie and living in this country meant he was going to be forced to see her face every single day, it would be everywhere right down to the money he earned and spent.
Her life would be broadcast, heâd have to see her pregnant with anotherâs baby, on the arm of another.
Or he will have to leave the country, never to return, never to see his family unless they came to see himâŠ
He wasnât going to be strong enough to endure seeing the love of his life thriving in that capacity.
It took Edmund several hours to get his son to stop breaking his heart, to stop his son from the weight of he guilt he felt after the rumours had briefly flown that Sophie and Phillip were not to marry and it was being called off after the âincidentâ but theyâd received communication from Anthony and Kate that the wedding was still to go ahead, which of course set off another round of tears in Benedict.
Eventually he managed to persuade his son to go home and not do anything drastic or dramatic. Edmund had an idea on how he could get the information to Sophie about it could be stopped, how it could be changed and challenged but it would be a risk.
If parliament didnât back her⊠then everything could be a disaster.
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this city screams your name, chapter 1/2: "i almost do"
out now on ao3!
A look into forty-eight hours in the lives of Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase after their break-up as they both struggle to find a place for themselves in the world.
Technically the second chronological work in this series, but it's more of a prequel to 'paris' than it is a sequel to 'spread your wings and learn how to fly.'
this first chapter of part three of my princess diaries au series is up! it's a little different than the other parts, but hopefully still enjoyable!
a small excerpt:
âSo, a few of us who are in the cityâyou know, the old crew from high schoolâare going out for drinks tonight, if youâd be interested,â Grover said, leaning against the door and absentmindedly watching the students stream down the hallways. âI know youâre leaving in a few days for training camp, so I thought the others would appreciate it if I extended an invitation.â
Percy scratched the back of his head. âWho, exactly, is included in âa few of us?ââ
âMe, of course, and Piper, since sheâs still working for NBC, Rachel will be there, and Jason will probably make an appearanceâŠâ
Grover trailed off, causing Percy to narrow his eyes. âAnd who else?â
âOh, um, well, I donât know if you saw, butâŠâ Grover glanced around them quickly before leaning slightly closer to him. âWell, um, Annabeth is in town for a UNESCO summit, and I think Piper invited her, butâŠâ
He trailed off again, obviously noticing how much Percyâs expression had soured.Â
âIâm sorry, G-Man, but I really donât think Iâll be able to make it. Iâve got an early morning tomorrow.â
Grover raised his eyebrows incredulously, obviously picking up on Percyâs blatant lie.Â
âOkay, okay, I get it. Iâve gone through break-ups, too.â
Percy scoffed, leaning further back against the wall and crossing his arms over his chest. âI know you have. But nothing like this. Do you know how humiliating it is for a press secretary to release a statement about your breakup? I mean, some people found out from fucking CNN before I had the chance to tell them.â
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