#The Secret Of Moonacre AU

[immergladsss]

I just finished Dead Boy Detectives and I can't stop thinking of an AU with the Secret of Moonacre where Robin is modeled after Charles and Maria is gender swapped (Marion? Marius? Marcus? Idk) and modeled after Edwin.

I think it would be so cute!

[bedofthistles]

Isolation - Moonacre Week 2024

Maria was no longer a child. 

The day she stopped wearing white dresses was the day she had technically stopped being a child, or at least, she was no longer considered too young to not be thrown into the fray. Men stopped minding their mouths around her, cursing even as she flinched, and women dealt her sharp slaps whenever she stole biscuits from passing trays. 

She was going to be fourteen at the end of summer, and yet she was still being treated like a useless infant. 

By her father, as well as her governess. 

“Maria, have you practised your braiding?” Miss Heliotrope asked, her kind smile misplaced in Castle Black. 

“No, Ms. Heliotrope, I haven’t practised brading, or piano, or french, or needlepoint, or-”

“Ah, ah, ah! Maria dear, there is no need to go on listing your shortcomings.” Ms. Heliotrope smiled congenially. 

Ms. Heliotrope stuck out like a sore thumb in the whole damned castle, but that was because she had come from London to help bring up Maria. It had been Loveday’s idea, long ago, when Loveday’s ideas were still valued. When Loveday was still valued. Something about how Maria deserved to be brought up as a proper lady, so her chances of securing a husband in the future were more certain. 

Of course, that was before Loveday left, and Maria was their only chance. 

Unless Father decided Dulac would be a better Coeur once Father passed. It was always possible, and Father always threatened it. Then, of course, David would be next in line, as he was Dulac’s only relative, and Maria would be tossed to the side. Very much like Loveday. 

Maria waited and waited for the day that Father would turn Ms. Heliotrope away, as she was a clear reminder of Loveday and her sticky ideas, but Father had surprised them all. Ms. Heliotrope would stay, and bring Maria up not just as a proper lady, but as a proper heir. 

Well, heiress, and all Maria had to do was marry whoever Father picked for her. 

So, Maria hardly cared about whatever it was Ms. Heliotrope wanted her to do, as it didn’t matter. She didn’t have to try to fetch a husband, as so many poor girls did, Maria would be handed off. 

“Maria, may I remind you how important it is to your Father, and your people, that you learn all that you can! Why, if I had so many proud customs, I would long to learn them all as well!” Ms. Heliotrope smiled, as brilliant as the woman was, she could be quite oblivious. 

Maria only sighed, adjusted her black skirts and gazing out the window, to the forest, where she was sure the boys were running wild, free from silly lessons and governesses. 

“I know how to braid.” Maria began. “So, I have no reason to practise them over and over again. I have mastered the piano, and je n'ai plus besoin d'apprendre le Français, I know it well enough.” 

“And needlepoint?” Ms. Heliotrope smirked, as if she had caught Maria. 

“I don’t care- mm! Ms. Heliotrope, can’t I go out into the forest?” 

Ms. Heliotrope gasped, “The for-! Maria, what would your father say!” 

“But going into the forest is as much my birthright as any of it! I mean how am I supposed to guard the forest if I don’t know it?” 

Ms. Heliotrope tutted. “Maria, you are not to go into the forest.” 

Maria pursed her lips and crossed her arms, turning away from Ms. Heliotrope and looking out the 

window once more. She did not ask why not because she knew, it was the answer she had been given since the day Loveday had been scorned. Since the day her Father’s spies returned with the knowledge that Loveday had hidden in the forest. Because they did not trust Maria to stay put. Because they did not trust Maria not to run off after her sister. 

But that never mattered. 

As soon as Ms. Heliotrope left the room, Maria would jump up, claw at the ribbons lacing her in the heavy black dress and change into the leathers she had stolen from the boys. She would braid her hair to the side, tied with a black ribbon, and pull a mask around her face, covering her nose and lower mouth, an airy veil she had repurposed. She would smudge charcoal under her eyes and wrap the one scrap of blue cloth she had around her throat. She would sneak through the halls of the Castle, and into the forest, where they would never find her. Where she would be free of the isolation she felt here in the Castle. 

However, that was not what Maria had in store for today. No, she had much grander plans. 

There was word around the Castle that the Merryweathers were about to receive another. 

A young boy in London, only seven years old, had lost his one remaining parent, and would soon be sequestered to Moonacre, where he would live with Sir Benjamin Merryweather. 

He had them. She just knew he did. 

The Pearls. 

It was what they all thought. That Sir Benjamin sent the Pearls away with his brother, safe and far from where the De Noirs could get them back. Now that the man was dead, and his son was returning home, the Pearls would as well.

Maria adjusted the veil over her face. She knew she was the disappointment. She knew she was supposed to have been born a son, and that she had come out a rotting girl. She knew that Loveday had failed, not only as a De Noir but also as the Moon Princess, and now the entire future of the De Noir Clan was on Maria’s shoulders. At least if Loveday had remained, there would be some peace, some love within the Castle’s cold walls. 

The evening sun cast the Castle in a honey-warm glow, and while Maria should have waited for nightfall, she had grown impatient. 

Sneaking her way into the stables, she stole her father’s favourite horse and took off for London. 

She rode through the night, and with what little information she had, wound her way to the cemetery where his father was being laid to rest, where his mother’s tomb was. Maria followed the procession, looking for the little boy that must have been Robin Merryweather. 

However, besides the robed officials, the priests, a young man, and two grieving women veiled in black, Maria did not see a little boy. She almost wondered if they had not allowed him to attend, but as she slithered around the stones and positioned herself a good distance away underneath a columned stone structure the realisation struck her. 

She watched the young man step towards a grave marker and place a single red rose on the stone, then he stood above the freshly dug grave and threw a rose down over the coffin. She scowled, trying to figure out if their information had been wrong. He had no reason to leave flowers at graves unless- unless… 

And Maria realised they were mistaken, and had missed a number. 

The boy’s head snapped back to her, apparently her gaze was too sharp. She gasped, suddenly frozen at having been spotted, and as soon as he turned back, she spun around so her back was pressed to the column and she was once again hidden. 

Seventeen. The boy was seventeen, and coming to Moonacre, not as a little boy seeking refuge, but a man preparing himself to step into the position of Lord of Moonacre. 

He had been the first Merryweather she had ever laid eyes on. 

Her first enemy. 

Her heart pounded and she clenched her fist. 

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[a-winters-child]

Modern AU: Someone suggests watching the Rocky Horror Picture Show but Maria thinks Robin might not want to because the main character looks a lot like his father and theres no going back once you've noticed

When you realise that this man:

Is also this man:

[stari-hun]

I need everyone’s headcanons on their favs in a modern modern AU

Thought honestly this isn’t really a modern au it’s just an idea of what would happen if they were grew up as like millennials and Gen Z but also they’re all from diff eras so that needs an AU in itself?-

I feel like Sotheby would be a religious Wild Krats enjoyer. She already loves the adventuring genre a lot so I think she’d love Pokémon too and have all the games. Vertin would like the adventuring genre too but she’d be more a meta gamer and into adventuring series like Journey of Elaina or Frieren.

I think Sotheby would be super into DND too. I feel like she’s the type to go for the same class but different executions of it. Vertin is definitely the intentional game breaker, but Sotheby knows enough about potions and probably magic tools to be an accidental bomb in the party.

Sonetto is childhood friends with them, she met Vertin way before and they both met Sotheby in middle school when she was a year below them. I feel like she would be the type of kid who struggles to find interests of their own and instead builds interest up in stuff her friends already like.

I imagine Isolde and Kakania would be like childhood friends from something like private school or a Catholic boarding school. It’s projecting but I think Isolde and Kakania would LOVE Secrets of Moonacre and The Golden Compass.

Druvis and Lilya would obv be college students, but I wanna say Druvis would be an environmental activist looking to go into politics. Like for an environmental protection agency working on restrictions for deforesting.

Marcus would be a fan of like those late night documentaries and esp the series Round Planet. I think she’d thrive being able to access online archives for books. I think she’d also take a year after Highschool to go on like a tour of the world in a program that allows young adults to work in national parks and nature bases for free housing a paycheck. She’d transfer around running blogs and writing small bits for local newspapers in each place she visits using her Arcanum to find hidden stories.

Hofmann would be a college teacher from the college Marcus is dual enrolled in (she's on an accelerated course and Hofmann is a journalism professor).

[hotpotatoburn]

The Princess and the Rogue - A Secret of Moonacre Robin Hood AU

For @incorrect-quotes-of-moonacre, thank you for all the work you put into the fandom and Moonacre Week every year ❤️

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Chapter 1

Duke Phileas of Pheoston was not a bad dancer, but he was a quick one. Maria realized this as the man launched into yet another monologue about the recent bandit activity in the area, not noticing the fact that she almost tripped over her dress to keep up with him.

“... carriage, entirely empty! All the coachman could tell me is that the men wore masks, and one shot an arrow straight into his hat. Pinned it straight into the carriage! Truly, someone has to stop that savage, or I’ll have no jewels left to give you!” 

He talked of Robin Hood, a thief who had been terrorizing Moonacre’s nobles for several months now, along with his crew of Merry Men. Maria had only been back from her time in the countryside a few days, but already, she’d heard a number of fearsome stories about emptied carriages and the rogue’s legendary archery skills.

Phileas mistook her silent focus for worry and gave her what she was sure was meant to be a dazzling smile. “Don’t worry, my Lady. ‘Tis only a figure of speech. I have plenty of jewels. You shall be charmed by them before long.”

“How generous of you.” Maria barely conjured a pleasant tone as Phileas spun her out, and then back in, barely catching her in time. 

“Indeed! I come from a very generous family. Did I ever tell you about the time my father gifted a horse to his stableboy? It was quite the controversy at the time-”

Maria did her best to keep a polite interest in the story she’d heard thrice already, but found herself focusing on her movements more than anything else. Her eyes briefly shifted to the ballroom, ornately decorated in white and gold, all the way down to the flowers. She hoped to find a man brave enough to cut in and give her some reprieve, but the guests offered her polite smiles beneath their masks and nothing more.

Her father, King George - fulfilling the position as long as her uncle Benjamin was off to calm the war, that is - had spared no expense in welcoming her home. This masquerade was only the first of several balls planned, unfortunately for Maria’s feet. And even though he had not directly informed her, Maria knew it was so she might finally commit to a husband. She had been eighteen for several months now, and it was high time.

In truth, most men did not dare to look at her longer than a few moments before busying themselves with another fair maiden. Her hand had been all but promised to Phileas, so it made little sense to-

“Mind if I cut in?”

Maria was instantly drawn back to the conversation, which had been interrupted by a man fully clad in black, including his mask. It seemed as though he had not received the note regarding the dress code, but he hardly seemed bothered by it, his eyes confidently settled on Maria. 

“Uh-” Phileas started.

“Yes!” Maria quickly said. “Yes, of course.” 

She disentangled herself from Phileas, who looked lost between her and the stranger, a jealous sheen in his eyes. Eventually, he seemed to recuperate and took Maria’s hand, raising it to his lips and planting a slightly too wet kiss on it. “Very well. I shall see you again soon, my Lady.”

No sooner had Phileas turned away from them when the stranger’s hands easily slid around Maria’s waist and he took her hand, effortlessly guiding Maria along the dancefloor. Thankfully and surprisingly, he adjusted his tempo to hers.

“Are you alright?” The man asked.

Maria blinked. She had been expecting a question about the party, or her recent travels. Not something actually directed at her.

“Uh- Yes.” She was tired, but she couldn’t tell him that. “Why do you ask?”

He spun her around at a lazy, slow tempo, catching her gently before speaking. “It looked as though he was attempting to exhaust you into marrying him.”

Maria chuckled. “Well, it’s hardly necessary. If it were up to my father, the duke and I would be wed by the end of the month.”

“And if it were up to you?” He asked, flattening her hand against hers as they turned.

Maria fell silent at the question. If it were up to her, she’d find someone to marry for love, but that was hardly an appropriate stance for a princess to take.

“I’d like to take my time,” she replied instead. 

“Hoping for someone else to come along?” The man smirked as they turned again, flattening their other palms against each other. 

“Well, no-” Maria stumbled over her words. “Phileas is a perfectly suitable match-”

“Suitable,” the man chuckled. “Truly, your passion is admirable.”

“Well, I hardly have the luxury of passion-”

“Why?” The man’s hand slid around her waist, pulling her close as they continued to circle each other. “You’re a princess, and a beautiful one at that. I’d say you have your pick of any bloke in here.”

“Including you?” The words were out before Maria realized it, and she mentally kicked herself. But she couldn’t deny the rush down her spine as he grinned.

“Why, are you interested?”

Maria studied him as he took her hand, guiding her in a circle around him. He was slightly taller than her and, judging from the way his jacket clung to his arms, far stronger. And yet he pulled her closer with a gentleness and care that no other man had ever bothered with. His face was covered by a mask, but underneath it were a cutting jawline and two sculpted lips that split into an even wider grin.

“My god, she is,” he spoke, his voice low. “Don’t worry, princess, I won’t tell.”

Maria felt heat rushing down her spine and up her cheeks. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

“I don’t have to,” he spun her out and back in, catching her with her back against his chest. His lips were next to her ear. “You’re doing a pretty good job of it for me.”

He was smirking as Maria turned to him. “Arrogance is an ugly look on anyone, sir,” she admonished him, but she found herself smiling.

“Everyone has their flaws,” he said, studying her as though he wondered about hers.

“Almost everyone,” Maria said, smiling coyly.

The man chuckled. “Who’s arrogant now?”

Maria laughed, but suddenly noticed whispers to her right. She found several nobles sending thinly veiled looks of disapproval at Maria and her dance partner. She cleared her throat and created some distance between her and the man.

His eyes flashed to the nobles and landed on Maria in understanding. As the music came to an end, he took Maria’s hand and placed a small kiss on it. “It was a pleasure, princess.”

He turned, but Maria caught his wrist, suddenly realizing something. “Wait! You… You never told me your name.”

His eyes flashed to hers under the mask. “Robin.”

When she realized he wasn’t going to give her any more than that, she released his wrist, nodding. “The pleasure was all mine, Robin. Truly.”

Robin smiled, disappearing into the crowd.

It wasn’t long before Phileas had found his way to Maria’s side again, and she soon found herself longing for some reprieve. As she danced with the duke, her eyes searched the crowd, but Robin was nowhere to be found. Until she saw him walking through the garden doors, disappearing outside.

Maria quickly turned to Phileas, who was in the middle of a hunting story she’d heard a thousand times before.

“... trapped, nowhere to go. I, of course, volunteered to slay the beast, unlike-”

“Your Grace,” Maria interrupted him. “I’m parched. Would you mind fetching us some drinks?”

“Naturally, my Lady,” the duke replied, once again planting a wet kiss on her hand. “And please, I told you to call me Phileas. In fact, I shall be back before you can speak my name.”

He disappeared into the crowd, and so did Maria, weaving herself between nobles while sending polite smiles and waves, never holding eye contact long enough for anyone to stop her. She reached the garden doors, and felt relief coursing through her upon seeing Robin walking down the long garden path. A guard moved to accompany her, but Maria quickly waved him off, following Robin down the path. Before she could reach him, however, he turned right - into the garden’s hedge maze.

Maria chanced a look back at the party, briefly wondering if it was wise to follow a man she just met into a maze. Then again, she had played around in the garden her whole childhood - she knew the maze like the back of her hand. If anything, he would have the disadvantage.

And frankly, she was glad to be away from the party. She breathed in the cold night air as she stepped into the maze, following the route to where she knew she’d find the center. Around each corner, she checked to see if Robin was there, hoping to sneak up on him. However, he was nowhere to be found.

Maria heard only the noise of crickets as she turned the final corner. She found the center of the maze, a set of four pillars with a sundial in the middle. Fireflies floated around it, and Maria smiled and held her hand out, watching one land on her finger. 

“Princess.”

Maria lowered her arm, and Robin watched the firefly float away before focusing his gaze on her. She couldn’t see him well in the light of the moon, but there was something intense about him. The way he stood, like a hunter who had trapped his prey. Suddenly, Maria felt like the animal in Phileas’s story, and a cold shiver ran down her spine as she took a step backwards.

“Robin?”

“I really am sorry about this,” Robin said. Maria noticed only then that he held something in his hand - a rope.

Maria pursed her lips and eyed him for only a moment before darting back into the maze. 

“Help!” She yelled. “Someone!”

She ran around a corner and found Robin there. She screamed and whirled back around, taking several turns before nestling herself into an unnoticeable dead end, hoping he would walk by. She did what she could to hide her dress in the bushes, but the white and gold stood out like a sore thumb, illuminated extra by the moonlight.

“Princess, it’s nothing personal, I promise.”

Oh, that’s good then, Maria thought, annoyance slicing through her fear momentarily. The tension in her muscles quickly returned, however, when she heard his footsteps. He was right beside her alcove. 

As he walked into view, Maria gasped softly. At first, it looked as though he might walk by, but then he stopped. Maria watched him roll his shoulders. 

“Princess,” he said. “I know you’re here.”

Maria held her breath, and it took everything in her not to sigh in relief as he kept walking. But she had to keep moving, or he would surely find her. As quietly as possible, she left her alcove.

Suddenly, two hands grabbed her from behind, one around her waist, and the other across her mouth. Maria struggled against his grip, and Robin grunted. “This doesn’t have to be difficult-”

Maria bit down on his hand with everything she had, and Robin hissed, pulling it back. The momentary distraction was enough for Maria to stomp down on his foot, making him release her entirely. She ran for her life, screaming. 

No soldiers came running. The party was too loud, too far away. Maria whimpered in desperation. How foolish could she have been?

Robin appeared around a corner, and Maria turned another, and another, panicking. She knew the maze well, indeed, but it was nighttime, and she wasn’t thinking clearly. She cursed as she ended up in the clearing at the center of the maze, right back where she started. 

She whirled, but Robin was right behind her. “Enough!”

Maria stumbled backwards, falling against a pillar. Robin pinned her against it, panting. “You’re slippery.”

Maria pursed her lips, lifting her foot to stomp on his again, but he quickly changed his footing, pushing Maria further against the pillar in the process. “Ah-ah, not falling for that a second time.”

“You’re a fiend,” she hissed. “You lied to me!”

“I did not,” Robin said, before pulling Maria away from the pillar, holding her hands behind her back and tying the rope around her wrists with practiced ease. “Though you did make it easy for me. Do you make a habit of following strange men into the dark, or am I special?”

He turned her back around, and Maria glared at him. “You’re despicable.”

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He grinned before lifting Maria up, throwing her over his shoulder. Maria yelped indignantly.

“What are you doing?” She yelled.

“I didn’t think you were gonna walk with me.”

“Put me down this instant! You- You scoundrel!”

“Oof,” Robin said, pretending to put a hand over his heart. “Be careful, princess, you wouldn’t want to hurt a man’s feelings.”

“I’d like to hurt a lot more than your feelings,” Maria hissed, struggling against his grip as he walked her out of the maze with ease, using the second exit, away from the main path. Clearly, he’d planned this well. And she’d walked right into his trap.

Maria continued to struggle and scream, but it was no use as he carried her into the dark forest. 

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[embie-the-buttercup]

Random childhood crushes I had

Bernard from The Santa Clause

I think this one is pretty much self explanatory, we all had a crush on him.

Ian from What a Girl Wants

Still a pretty standard and normal crush. That hair was so cool when I was like 7.

Dapne from Sccoby-Doo

Who am I kidding, I still have a crush on Sarah Michelle Gellar, she's so pretty. Little me had confusing fellings about her in those short dresses.

Velma's friend from Scooby-Doo

This man doesn't even have a name but I was so gone for him. The hair, the eyes, the goatee, the shirt... I still love him. Somebody give a name to my boy. (And I'm still mad that they didn't let him have a kiss with Velma. I know she was supposed to be gay, but if you didn't make her gay, and made her have a crush on Seth Green in the second movie, she at least could've had this beauty of a man...)

Both Robin and Maria from The Secret of Moonacre

Such an underrated movie. I loved Maria, she was so sweet and pretty and my little heart could barely handle the scene where she wakes up with curly hair (I couldn't find a picture.) And let's be honest, everyone who watched this movie had a crush on Robin with his stupid little bowler hat and smudged eyeliner. (Oh so that's where my obsession with men in eyeliner came from...)

Simon from Nanny McPhee

I still have a crush on Thomas Brodie-Sangster. He was my first ever celebrity crush. There used to be a giant poster of Nanny McPhee in the hallway of my elementary school and I used to go to that part of the school just to look at him. I had no other business in that part, I took trips to see him. I still would, tbh.

Audrey from Atlantis: The Lost Empire

She's cool, she's badass, she's pretty, she's witty. I was whipped the moment she came on screen. I loved that she was a strong female character surrounded by men and she was treated as equal. Same goes for Helga (but she was evil so little me drew the line there) and Kida too (I don't know why but I preferred Audrey over her. Maybe because the scene where she's taken by the crystal freaked me out a kid.).

Vinny from Atlantis: The Lost Empire

He's the funniest of them all. There's nothing else neccessary for me to develop a crush.

Cinderella from Cinderell II: Dreams Come True

Let's be clear, Cinderella from the second movie. Not the original, not third with the time travelling AU. This Cinderella was sweet but independent, confident and determined. And she had a great wardrobe. I loved her so much.

Linda from Rio

Specifically this scene. The part where she drives the motorcycle also did things to me at 13 but I was done for when she put on this costume.

Fly from Help! I'm a Fish

Now, we're getting into weird territory. For those of you who haven't seen this movie, for most of the runtime he's a fish. And yet, I had such a big crush on him. He was a hot fish, okay?

Mr Tumnus from The Cronicles of Narnia

I might out myself as a furry now, but I don't even find James McAvoy that attractive without the faun make up. MAybe I had a crush on him because of his personality. Let's just say it was that.

Nico from Rio

I know, I know, he's a bird. But have you seen the part at the party when he says "Party in Ipanema, baby!"? That's hot, okay? I might or might not have written self insert fanfiction about him and myself (as bird of course)...

[good--merits-accumulated]

OK, SEVERELY rambly post incoming but - Anderperry Stardust (2007)/ The Little White Horse AU, anyone?

Rundown: I think many of us are familiar with Stardust, originally a Neil Gaiman book but also a great film, starring Claire Danes as a falling star and That Guy Who Plays Daredevil as the lad who promises to bring her to the girl he's infatuated with. The Little White Horse is, to the best of my knowledge, more unknown, but equally very good (for sentimental reasons, I think of it much more highly than Stardust). Published in 1946 by Elizabeth Goudge, it tells the story of thirteen-year-old orphan Maria Merryweather, who moves to her cousin Sir Benjamin's Moonacre Manor in the West Country, where she finds a) a thriving cosy community and a long family history, b) the little white horse of the title, c) a longstanding family feud cutting off Moonacre from the sea, d) her imaginary best friend Robin, real and in the flesh, and e) some of the most deliciously-described food that has ever been or will be. It's a great book even past the rose-tinted glasses of my childhood. Go read it. (The one (1) marring is that you can't find a bloody edition that doesn't have a JK Terfling quote pasted onto the cover, because apparently it was one of her favourite books, but fuck OFF, I'm reclaiming it now. Thou shalt not keep the cosy low fantasy from me.)

Anyway even though I mention Stardust this isn't really part of the AU I have in my mind, except for the bit with the Star, because Todd as a main character who thinks he's a very forgettable bland boy-in-the-corner until he finds out he's a star is a great thought to me. Particulars on /how/ he's a star to be fleshed out later! (I only thought of this AU about two hours ago, lol.)

In my mind this is how it goes - nebulously Olden Times setting (TLWH is set in 1842, so perhaps then). Todd is around seventeen/eighteen and Geoff has just graduated from university, and gone off around Europe, accompanied by their parents. Months go by. Something happens - he's never given the liberty of knowing, but Geoff and their parents stay in Europe, and the townhouse in London is sold, and Todd is packed off to stay at a distant relative's - Keating, as it turns out. It's a blessing in disguise, because Todd is finally away from his family for the first time in his life and around people that appreciate him. He begins to bloom under this new care - but there are strange family secrets only now being revealed to him, and dark forces beyond the valley which threaten to disrupt the haven he's found...

The rest is very cosy fantasy, featuring Mr Perry as the local uptight vicar locking horns with Keating at every opportunity, Neil as his withdrawn but friendly son just longing for a rebellion, and more! (Read: Charlie is here and he is Outrageous as usual. Read also: Pitts as a sailor because I think he'd like it.) Right now I'm thinking of adding an equivalent of Monsieur Cocq de Noir for a villain (Mr Perry is NOT the villain), and Cameron can play a part there so I can give him a good redeeming! Here are a couple of extracts from TLWH to show the kind of mood/tone we're working with:

Thematically, I REALLY like the idea of Todd as a star because it allows me to work in a very fun trope, of "not of the rose but near the rose" - when a character perhaps is shy and a little quiet and reclusive, but inspires other people around them to brilliance and greatness. (Honestly I do think this kind of goes in with the film, where it's not just Keating's teaching but Todd's reaction to it and his presence that galvanise Neil to continue.) This ties in really well if Todd's a star and adds to the overall self-confidence journey - plus I was really thinking about the sun/moon motifs! They're very prominent in TLWH (Maria is a "moon" Merryweather and Robin is a very sunny boy), and I really want to implement them here with slight twists. I think of Todd as a sunny moon; yes he's warm and caring and cheerful but once you go a little closer it's more of a luminosity rather than a blaze, there's a coolness and quietness to him I like. You know, a quiet character doesn't always have to be quiet because there's something "wrong" with them, sometimes they're just like that. For Neil it's the opposite, he's a moony sun; under the thumb of his father he's polite and decorous and demure but somewhere under all of that there's a very loud and booming laugh and a healthy sort of ruddiness. I don't know, I just like sun/moon motifs!!!!!!!!!!

(On a more personal note: this AU, which I already love very much despite not having known very long, would be above all a careful love letter to the West Country. It's been lovely living around here almost all my life and by this time in September I'll be hopefully up very far north at uni, so I'm pre-emptively kind of :') about it. Mutuals who are at uni/college how on earth did you cope?)

[tiara-thief]

because tiara thief still occupies my brain rent free, i'm currently trying to fiigure out how they would fit in a secret of moonacre au because they are sooo maria and robin-coded

[incorrect-quotes-of-moonacre]

I've been watching the Hunger Games trilogy again. Imagine a hunger games au for the secret of moonacre. 

[haveanotherkpopblog]

The Curse of Ambershire Masterlist

Pairing: V/Kim Taehyung x You

Rating: PG

Genre: Angst, Comedy, Enemies-to-Lovers, Fluff, Movie!AU

Warnings: TBA

Summary: Forced to leave her Seoul home, Y/N and her older brother, Jung Hoseok, go to stay at Ambershire Manor with her estranged cousin Min Yoongi. Yoongi warns of bandits and instructs Y/N to stay away from the forest and the Kim’s, the rival family. After riding with her cousin, Y/N hears a distressed cry and sneaks into the forest, where she is surrounded by bandits, including a boy named Kim Taehyung.

A/N: Based off the movie "The Secret of Moonacre".

[awordwasthebeginning]

Moonacre for the WIP Game?

Thank you! ^_^

This is the The Secret of Moonacre AU I've been going on about for ages...and then I write maybe 300 words a year and can't find my way back in:

It's a modern AU which combines coffeeshop AU and enemies-to-lovers, with Maria and Robin working in rivalling family-owned cafés in a small town in rural England. The story behind the rivalry has both economic and emotional reasons, Maria's uncle and Robin's older sister being former lovers. Maria doesn't know much about it, though, because she has lived in London most of her life and doesn't know her uncle or the town very well. However, her new perspective might be what is needed to solve some old conflicts, hm?

(I am still motivated to write it. I've got a vague outline, and I'm happy what I've written so far. I do need to define the outcome a bit more precisely.)

[immergladsss]

Nearly 3 years later... A Chapter!

For the longest time I've toyed with a Secret of Moonacre AU set in The Mummy. Where Robin De Noir is the ruffian that Maria Merryweather saves from hanging, and they embark on a mission to get those pearls. Considering that I'm still writing a longfic, it'll probably be a while before I write it, but until then, I decided to have some fun and blend our protagonists together:

PS: is it just me, or does this "Robin" look very familiar??? Like perhaps another celebrity? I can't quite put my finger on it...

[bedofthistles]

So Long, London - Moonacre Week 2024 (Taylor's Version)

“Great job, Maria, that’s a wrap.” Benjamin held down the mic until he had finished speaking, his mouth pressed into a firm, almost smile as Maria took off the headphones. 

The world was different inside of the box. People talked about fish bowls, paparazzi, interviews, concerts, but they never mentioned this part. Where you sat in a glass box and people watched as you swam around in circles, never going anywhere, repeating the same words until they meant nothing. 

Maria gave her own half smile and hooked the headphones onto the mic. She stacked the sheets of music together. She left the aquarium. 

Maria pulled on a blue peacoat as her Uncle, Producer, Temporary Roommate, and Legal Guardian met her out in the hall.

“Beautiful as always, Maria, I have to say, I much prefer this new music style you’ve curated.” He pressed the elevator button and Maria smiled, however bitterly. 

“You liked the old music better, I know it suited you more.” Maria argued, knowing for a fact that her Uncle was not overly fond of the more aggressive turn her music had taken.

“It’s much livelier than the first album.” His brows rose and fell in a secret language as the elevator dinged open. 

“I’ll see you at home.” 

Benjamin nodded, and kissed her forehead before she could disappear. As she slipped inside, he adjusted the roll of his sleeves and gave her another pressed smile. Once the doors had closed and Maria was alone, she allowed herself to lean against the elevator wall and pulled out her phone. It was already open on Instagram, something she had opened before she went into the booth, and had occupied her thoughts for the entirety of the recording session.

The Truth Revealed: Maria Merryweather not the Perfect Princess we Thought we Knew?

She hadn’t had time to read past the headline pasted over an old red carpet photo of her…

And Phileas Auster. 

An actor. A model. A rising star that was perfect, and hot, and heartbroken. 

Two months ago they had agreed to keep their break up out of the public eye, and while sightings of them had diminished, the only thing fans had were wild speculation. But Maria knew she shouldn’t have trusted him to keep his mouth shut. He would do anything to push himself up in the world. That was half the reason he had dated Maria. 

Who was, what some people might refer to as, world famous. 

Maria’s thumb hovered over the read more button just as the elevators opened, however, before she could step out, she saw them.

Not inside, of course, as it was a secure building, but through the barely tinted windows, the flashes of lights, the bodies pressed to the glass and doors, the sudden rise in volume as they realized she had walked into the shot.

“Maria!” 

Her grip tightened on her phone, their muffled shouts never reaching her, but she watched as they crowded around one another, just trying to get a good picture.

Benjamin was in front of her, blocking her with his body as he pushed her back to the stairwell, he was yelling at security to do something about the horde, and to get her a car, and make sure she got out of there safe. 

Her phone began to ring, and vibrate, and she was flooded with notifications as the hour long timer she had set Do Not Disturb on turned off. Twitter, tiktok, YouTube, texts. She was sure every person who had the privilege of having her personal phone number was trying to get a hold of her. 

“God, I’m sorry Maria, Digweed saw the story drop after you went down.” Benjamin led Maria down into the underground car garage and someone brought his car up to them. “Here, take my keys and I’ll take yours once they clear out.” 

Maria blindly searched for her keys in her pocket, the old keychain tarnished, and handed them off for her Uncle’s key fob. 

“He told,” Maria whispered.

“Are you alright to drive?”

She nodded, but she was far away. 

“Maria-” but before he could say anything else, his phone went off. “Hello? Yes she’s here- oh yes, we know. When did you find out?” Benjamin sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Well- no… no! We don’t have- yes, she just finished recording… but we need to- no that’s done… we could drop it early.” He gave her an odd look, and before he could say anything else, Maria spoke for him.

“The single? If it’s ready, drop it. Now for all I care.” Maria fell heavily into the car seat, her hands on the leather wheel and her foot on the gas before Benjamin could offer any kind of protest.

Maria’s phone connected to the car's Bluetooth and before she could switch her phone back to DND, she saw Cat’s name flash across the screen. 

She accepted the call with a heavy, remorseful sigh.

“Do you see what that bastard did!” Cat cursed into the phone in lieu of a greeting.

“Not yet.” Maria said, pulling out of the garage, fortunately, no one knew about the entrance and it was free of nosy reporters. “Just that he spoke when he wasn’t supposed to.” 

“Ugh! I hate him! Where are you? We’ll come to you.” 

“Don’t! You’re supposed to be practicing!”

“I don’t care about that! If I trip on stage it’ll just make for good publicity. Are you going home? We’ll meet you there.” 

Maria sighed. “Not home. If I had my way, I’d be going back to Moonacre, but we’re stuck in the city until it’s done.”

There were some rustling sounds on the other side, “Lizzie, we’re going! I thought today was the last recording day?”

“Well yes, but Uncle Benjamin is here until it’s fully produced, and you know how I like to have the final say on everything, and make sure it sounds right. We won’t go home until summer at the very least.” 

She could practically hear Cat pouting on the other side. “Well, what about a little weekend trip? Just until this blows over?” 

“Just- no, no! Cat don’t be unreasonable.” 

“Oh it’s only a short ride up to the countryside!”

“Oh please, it’s hardly short, it takes ages.” 

“And we’ll be back Sunday night. Or Monday morning. Whatever you prefer! No one will bother you up there.”

Maria bit her lip as she pulled into the flat’s parking garage. It was tempting. “Well, I’m not sure. Besides, Uncle Benjamin wouldn’t like it, and the single just dropped, or it will in a few moments.”

“Sir Ben Mix’s a Lot will want what’s best for you and that is most definitely a weekend getaway with your best friend and her sister.”

“Hey!” 

“And Jane.” Maria added, “If you want to give her a call.” 

“Of course! Lizzie’s already on it.” 

“Alright, well, I’ll see you soon.” 

“Yes! And we can listen to your new song the whole way up!”

Maria chuckled, “Oh god, not the whole way up.”

“Half way.” 

Maria parked the car and turned it off, sitting in the warmth until she had no choice but to leave.

She pulled out her phone, and read the article. 

It was just as horrible as she would have thought it would be. Every nasty word he could call her, he did. He had been in love, ready to marry her, and she had broken his heart in a cruel, vicious manner. She was a monster, callous, and evil. A villian who had played him the fool.

There was pity from the interviewer’s end, and faux tears on his, she was sure. But they didn’t know, and he would never say, if she had just taken pictures of the drywall… 

This battle, whatever would come, would be a he said she said. She had no evidence, no photos, nothing substantial, and he had the benefit of speaking first. 

Maria lowered her head onto the steering wheel. She tried not to cry, she tried to keep her breath even, but it was impossible. Not when she kept seeing his face red with rage each time she closed her eyes. Knuckles white with drywall dust and paint. Her wrist black from where he had held on to her too tight.

When Maria did lift her head, ten minutes had passed, and Cat texted that they had gotten Jane in their group chat, and they’d be thirty minutes. Maria wiped her eyes and went upstairs to pack a weekend bag. She texted Benjamin the plan, and his response was: good, best to keep out of the public eye for now.

The single dropped within the hour, Maria was already on the road heading North, Lizzie was posted at the steering wheel, and Cat had given up shotgun for Maria. 

“You wanna listen?” Cat asked, bouncing in her seat.

“Not really, but you can.” 

Maria’s recorded voice filled the car, and they sat in silence. They had listened to the demos and voice memos she had sent, but none were prepared for what it would sound like fully produced.

He's punching walls again…

*

His phone buzzed. 

Which, usually, wouldn’t have been enough to get his attention. Usually it was just David yelling at him over text to finish whatever he was working on, or some unimportant social media update. 

Robin put down his guitar however, needing an excuse to take a break, but it was the last thing he had expected. 

Loveday:

Website:  🌙 Moon Princess 🌙 on Instagram (Instagram.com) The Truth Revealed…

[stardustmorozov]

Half In Shadow Half In Moonlight Part 2: The Morozova Residence

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Summary: After his father gets killed in the Ravkan Civil war, Aleksander is forced to go live with his mother in the country side, where he discovers more about his past and an old family feud that is going to destroy the valley if he doesn’t find a solution...

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova x Ignis 'Iggy' Redwood Warnings: Aleksander is still grieving, likely will continue to do so for the next couple of chapters Word count: 2989

Taglist: @agirllovespancakes @ramadiiiisme @miraclegrisha @blanchedelioncourt @salfira-xd

The night had fallen over the valley by the time they reached the Morozova estate, both men were exhausted as they practically fell out of the carriage, finding just enough strength in their legs to support themselves, dragging what little baggage they had from the roof and made their way to the door, where Aleksander could make out a human figure in the doorway and he figured it was his mother, from what little his father had told him about her, she had the same flair for dramatics as him.

"How was your journey?" the woman asked when they were close enough to properly see her in the dim light of the house behind her.

"Long." answered Ivan, "but good."

Both men shared a look and Aleksander nodded in confirmation, deciding to say nothing of the attempted kidnapping as she motioned them to come inside.

In the salon burned a fire in the fireplace, which seemed to be the light they had seen from the doorway and a giant white dog in front of it, which perked up when it noticed the newcomers and growled deeply, its red eyes making the animal even more intimidating as both Ivan and Aleksander took a small step back at the sight of it.

"Don't worry, you are a Morozova. He won't hurt you," she said without looking back at them as she made her way to the adjacent hallway and they quickly followed, not feeling the need to stay in the same room with the dog for longer than necessary, as it was clear to the both of them that she had only spoken to Aleksander.

The hallway was long and the shadows seemed a sinister thing to the both of them as they followed the old woman, who, despite her confinements to a cane, kept quite the pace, seemingly not at all affected by the gaping darkness.

"Mister Kaminsky, your room is over there," she said as she stopped, pointing her cane into the night covered hallway, before she turned back to Aleksander. "Sasha, your room is over here."

It took Aleksander a second to realise she was addressing him and instantly, his thoughts were back in Os Alta, in the warm summer where he played outside with his father. He'd never called him Sasha. It was always Aleks, Al or his full name if he was in trouble, but never Sasha. He wondered why.

His mother led him up a small spiral stairway before stopping at a door half his size. The little foreroom smelled dusty, but he was too tired to think much of it.

"Here you go, I'll see you in the morning."

Her words weren't friendly, but they weren't entirely cold either and Aleksander was too tired to argue her tone like he would have if they'd arrived late in the afternoon, so he simply waited until she'd descended the stairs again before he let out a weary sigh.

At worst she'd given him a closet to sleep in, but despite all his father had told him about her -which wasn't much- she didn't seem like the person to let her own son sleep in that kind of environment.

The door of the room opened smoothly and to his surprise, it led to a spacious bedroom.

The ceiling was decorated with stars that reflected the night sky and the walls were richly decorated with lush forests, grasslands and animals he recognised as living amplifiers. Some of them dead, some of them alive, others mythical, speculated to even exist.

Against one of the walls there was a bed he was sure he could easily fit himself on at least three times and at its end there was a fainting couch, made of darkened oak and grey velvet fabric.

Without much thought for the rest of the room, he put his suitcase on the couch and popped the locks open.

And there was the book again, silently staring at him. Daring to be touched again.

The worn leather felt strange under his fingers now that he wasn't overcome by grief or anger. Instead, he felt a sense of -what was it?- sadness? Longing or belonging? Whatever it was, he couldn't give it a name as he sat down on the edge of the bed with it.

The first pages of the book were blank, like most of the books he lended from the library back home.

The third page was the one that yielded its first real text and Aleksander could recognize the handwriting of his father anywhere.

For my son, if I don't live to teach him everything he has to know from these pages. The words stung like a dagger in his chest and he could feel tears well up in his eyes as his vision got blurry, but he was quick to wipe the tears away as he turned to the next page where he was surprised to find a photo of both his father and his mother together.

His father was putting a kiss on his mother's temple as she smiled widely, her then black hair tied in an intricate braid and she looked to be leaning into it. Fully enjoying the moment.

They looked happy and for a few long moments, Aleksander felt jealous that he never knew them like that. That they never shared that happiness when he had been in the world. That he'd never have a childhood where both his parents had been present. And happy.

He quickly flipped the page where he found the first technique to summon the shadows and the small note his father made next to it tugged on his heartstrings.

The next two techniques had the same little notes next to them. Inked words telling him he had mastered it, his father silently telling him how proud he was and as he reads on, he sinks further and further into his own thoughts.

"Papa, papa! Look!" Aleksander ran over the grass in the backyard as fast as his legs could carry him, careful not to trip and make the small puff of black smoke in his hands disappear.

"What is it Al?" his father's voice was warm and friendly as he knelt down in front of his son, amused by his enthusiasm.

"Look!" he said excitedly as he pushed the small puff up to the man in front of him.

"Well well, my little boy can summon the shadows now huh?" he'd said as he ruffled Aleksander's hair, making both of them laugh.

"Will you help me?" he'd asked, still full of wonder.

As he read on, the memories changed from the time he spent with his father to how hard he'd worked to master the tricks and abilities described on the pages, but as he kept on turning the pages, fewer and fewer techniques had his fathers notes next to them.

Some of them he had mastered, but some were entirely new to him.

He realised it was because he went to the frontlines as Aleksander remembered practicing one of them alone in the empty house, feeling frustrated and angry when he couldn't get it right and the loneliness of not having someone to calm him, to tell him he was making progress and that he would get there eventually.

Of course Ivan had been there, but it was not the same.

They'd written each other over the months that he had been at the front, hiding the gambling from the paper, though his drinking habits had sometimes shined through. He'd told his father off a in a couple of letters, but it seemed to have had little use.

Tears welled up again as he turned the pages, both reminiscing old memories and feeling the guilt of never having been able to practice all that was written on the pages with him.

His fingers trembled every so slightly as he turned each page, from the rage against the war that took his father's life, from the emptiness he felt in his absence.

Then the book suddenly ended, the last few pages ripped out, like his father had been ripped from his life. It felt poetic and heavily ironic at the same time and he couldn't help the sinking feeling that set in. The feeling that he wanted to fall back into the sheets under him and disappear in them, never to return.

He decided it best to put the book away and get some sleep, not that he thought he would get much of it. Ever since his father left he'd had trouble sleeping, and he doubted this night would be any different, but he'd resigned himself to it as he put the book back in his suitcase and got his nightwear out of it.

A star fell from the ceiling and as his eyes followed it, he was surprised to see its timing line exactly to a star he could see falling from his bedroom window.

Funny, he thought to himself, though he doubted that it would happen again as he got under the covers and sleep took him quickly.

There was a soft seabreeze tickling his skin, the cold, wet stone of a cliff underneath his feet, a pair of soft hands holding his, as if to reassure him and angry faces he did not recognise.

He could not see the face of the person who was holding him, their features blurred and when they spoke, their voice unrecognisable, words melting into each other, yet he understood them perfectly.

He needed to get away, far from where he stood now, with a familiar pain in his chest, the hands letting go of him, not expecting to ever feel them again.

Aleksander woke up panting from the dream, as if he had been running for miles on end. His lungs were burning and it took him a great deal of effort to slow down his own breath, the images of the dream still clear in his mind.

Or were they from the past? A vision from what happend and would likely happen again if the fates would have their way?

He didn't know and he didn't want to think about it as he dragged his still tired body out of bed, wondering how he still had the energy for it as the images from the night were burned into the back of his mind.

It was only after he went looking for his clothes that he noticed a glass of cold milk on his bedside, the cold still evident on the glass as a few droplets made their way down. Beside it was a little gingerbread cookie in the shape of a star and Aleksander wondered who put it there.

He was certainly not a heavy sleeper and the idea of someone coming this close to him when he was so vulnerable unnerved him more than he wanted to admit to himself, but he saw no harm in consuming it. Given the likelihood that it was probably one of his mothers servants that put it there.

The thought made him smile. He didn't hold it likely that his mother would have asked one of them to give him something and the fact that they did anyway warmed his heart in a way that felt like it had been forever ago.

When both the milk and the gingerbread were gone, he turned back to look where he'd dropped his clothing the evening before, which were laying where he left them, or at least in close vicinity of where they had been.

The chair in which he had dropped them now bore a deep black Kefta, embroidery of the same color with hints of silver stretched over the fabric like dark tentacles while his own clothes laid neatly folded on the little table beside it.

The coat felt soft yet sturdy beneath his fingers, and the silver slivers glinstered in the morning sun as he moved them across the fabric. It had clearly been made by someone who was more skilled with fabrics than any seamsters he met in Os Alta and judging by the state of the coat, someone had either recently made it, or taken good care of it for all of the years it hadn't been worn.

His own clothes looked somewhat pitiful in comparison, but the dark Kefta seemed far too strange to actually wear. None of the people he'd seen in passing on his way to the villa wore them, nor did they wear the black that covered the fabric of this one.

He smiled at it. As if there would ever be a time where he could openly display his status like this. To not be shunned and chased away for simply being who he was.

No, he could not wear something like that. Maybe when old wounds had healed a little more and the past seemed more like a grotesque painting than a haunting demon breathing down his neck.

Descending down the stairs, he was not pleased with all the dust that seemed to have gathered on its steps and as he looked at the walls he realised the house was far older than he had noticed when they arrived. He silently wondered if his mother had suffered the brunt of the war as well, forcing her to dismiss most of the staff.

Of course he also knew the estate had been in his family for nearly seven generations now, but seeing the cracks in the walls and the pale, scaled off wood of the window frames made it all the clearer that the house was not aging very well.

Which stood in contrast with what he always heard from his father.

He'd always told him his mother was meticulous when it came to the care for the house, always repairing cracks in the walls and repainting window frames when they showed visible wear.

Though they had been young then, and though her later years clearly confined her to a cane, he would not be surprised if she'd still try and maintain the house the same way she had in the past.

As he walked through the salon from the previous night, he noticed the fire was still burning in its hearth, though to his relief, the dog was nowhere to be seen.

In the hall his mother was waiting for him, both exchanging 'good moring's before she motioned him to the dining hall where Ivan had already started his breakfast as the two joined him at the table.

One of the servants put a well filled plate in front of him and even though it smelt better than anything the cooks in Os Alta had ever put before him and the sight of it made his stomach growl, but Aleksander felt no desire to touch any of it.

Though he knew that if he did not eat now, he would collapse halfway through the day. Something he had learned the hard way.

As he picked away at his breakfast, he could hear the house and the nature around it come to life and he wondered what secrets it held for him to discover.

Secrets he soon discovered would have to wait as his mother called him and Ivan for a tour of the house. As they passed several corridors and hallways, most of them were pointed off limits, though to his relief the library was freely available for both of them.

Rain clattered on the windows of the Morozova residence as Aleksander slowly made his way between the large shelves, his own footsteps inaudible on the carpet that adorned the pathways as the leather of his new book sat strangely insistend on his fingertips.

He'd planned on putting it somewhere on these shelves, hoping it would give him less of a feeling of guilt, but now the book seemed to be all he could concentrate on. The worn spines of the books in the library simply glided by under his free hand as he tried to find the correct section to put the book under, but unlike the libraries back in Os Alta, this one seemed to have no categorisation to it. fiction and non fiction stood together like they had always been meant to be there and genres seemed to be of little importance to whomever had put the books on their shelves.

He couldn't imagine it being his mother, given her meticulous care of the house and the gardens around it when she was younger and the only books his father seemed to have been interested in were not ones he could find among the shelves so far.

Giving up the search for the order in the chaos, Aleksander settled in one of the windowsills as the rain and the cold that came from the glass surprisingly fitted his mood. Empty, grey and cold.

Not feeling up for reliving his childhood memories another time, he quickly flipped the pages to where he thought he'd left off with his studies.

As he read on, he played with a wisp of shadows between his fingers, the feel of it comforting him in the fact that not everything had changed. That no matter what happend, some things would always stay the same.

The technique he was studying before he suddenly had to leave everything behind was a complicated one, but if he could get it right, he would be able to see places he could never travel without ever having to leave the place that bound him.

The technique relied on another one that Aleksander had mastered years ago and although he knew he was a little out of practice with it, with a little brushing up, that problem would be solved in no time at all.

But that would be a task for another day as he wistfully stared out of the window, wondering what more there was on this plot of land in the middle of nowhere.

[stardustmorozov]

I have also quite the pile of WIP's so I'll be doing the same sort of selection.

Wolves and Traitors chapter 1 (Caspian x Alina Dystopia AU)

Best Laid Plans chapter 4 (Darklina x Reader (con artist!Aleksander, con artist!AFAB!Fem!Reader, police officer!Alina))

All The Things We Hide In The Dark chapter 3 (Aleksander Morozova x reader (beauty and the beast au))

Half In Shadow Half In Moonlight 5 (Aleksander Morozova x Ignis Redwood (OC) The Secret Of Moonacre AU)

Cause & Effect chapter 2 (Billy Russo x Willow Collins (OC) x Dinah Madani)

Wanneer De Zomer Komt (Billy Russo x Reader)

Of Wine And Blood (vampire!Billy Russo x reader x vampire!Dinah Madani)

In The Dark Of The Forest (Unseelie Fae King!Aleksander x reader (Dark fic))

Untitled Edward Kenway x Reader one shot

The Long Game (Billy Russo x Reader)

WIP Tag Game

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it!

Thank you @jvanilly for the tag ❤️

I currently have 49 drafts on tumblr, quite a few forgotten fics on my google docs and some ongoing fics on several word docs on my laptop, so I’m not going to list all of them - just the ones I’m currently writing, have recently added to, or that I’m in love with the vibes of:

Golden Hour - Glitter & Gold AU Part 2

Unnamed Darklina x Fem!Reader fic

TLC - Part 7

Aleksander x Durast!Reader

Lasting Connection - In Another Life AU

The Crawlers: Part One (Billy Russo x Fem!Reader)

Housesitting (Billy Russo x Fem!Reader)

Gods!Darklina x priestess!reader

Magpie & Blackbird (Billy Russo x Reader)

Best friends stepdad!Sasha

Roommate!Alina x reader x SugarDaddy!Sasha

The Rest is History Part 3

Addams Family-esque mob!darklina x shadow summoner!author!fem!reader

Actually Good Anthony fic

Rule of Wolves Dark Power Couple

I’ll tag a couple of mutuals but don’t feel any pressure to join in: @dreamlandcreations @imagine-a-fictional-boyfriend @stardustmorozov @lieutenantwilliamrusso