#alyn crawford

[ultimatemahoushoujo]

“Look at me”

Napoleon x f!reader

POV

+18 nsfw

Napoleon being dom

My first fanfic too TuT so please be patient with me

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It was unusual for me to be the last one up. This night Sebastian was loose enough for leaving the kitchen duties to me and going to his bedroom earlier, perhaps a lot of journaling to be done. It was already late, but because of Napoleons sleeping in habits I was starting to get influenced by his horrible schedule and ending up going to bed later every night.

“Well since I have energy at night, maybe I’ll tire myself so I can sleep faster.”

Just when I was filling up the cabinets with clean plates, napoleon snuck behind me, whispering in my ear. “Come to bed, cherie” Just his warm breath was enough to make me shiver.

I smiled, tuned myself to meet his eyes. “ I can’t. Sorry. I have to work a little longer to compensate for the time I spent convincing you to wake up”

“No fair. Waking me up is part of your job. I simply requested for extra attention” he smiled sweetly. “Can’t I convince you to put me to sleep now?”

“Waking you up and putting you to sleep?” He laid his head softly upon my shoulder, almost in a sleepy way. “There’s no way. I always fall asleep before you, waking you is troublesome enough, what can I do to make you sleep?”

“You’re right. I won’t be able to sleep…”

His distant gaze suddenly became penetrable, looking right into me, leaning forward, almost as if testing my response to his upcoming kiss. I kissed him back softly, but his kiss became stronger rapidly. I was surprised, I thought this was only a good night kiss, a “see you in the morning” kiss, so I drown back shyly.

Before I could even say something to stop him, he kissed me again, like he was thirsty. I recognised that kiss…

He grasped my wrist, which was resting above my heart, and pressed it against the wall, cornering me. I closed my eyes, feeling the redness on my face.

“No! Look at me” he turned my face towards him with the tip of his fingers, his eyes kind of sorrowful, but darkened at the same time. My eyes widened in surprise, looking at him, how vulnerable yet strong he looked. I lifted my chin, not looking back, he examined my face, my neck, I couldn’t tell what exactly he was looking for, I stretched my neck and he approached it, softly kissing and licking it.

“Nghh” I quietly moaned, and he pressed my wrist with force.

He lifted his head, looking at me from above, his expression was serious and almost unamused. He rapidly pulled me by the neck for a kiss, put his knee in between my legs, and the hand grasping my wrist was even tighter.

I couldn’t help but move along the kiss, moaning into his mouth and rubbing my back against the wall… and my legs against his.

We parted lips, with a string of saliva in between. Patting for air, I looked down feeling hazy.

“Don’t look away” he grabbed my face by my cheeks. His hand travelled from my face to my breast “if you can’t take it” and started to massage it. I left a loud moan out, and covered my mouth. “I said look at me” and he was being even more intense with his hands. He got back a little, meeting my eyes “lift your skirt” he smirked, knowing I’d be embarrassed by his request, I tried my best not to look away while lifting my red skirt with my free hand, pressing my lips together. He kissed my ear and whispered “good girl… now…” his light touch found my underwear, he seemed so more patient than I was, I was making noises, as if asking for more, shutting my eyes and pulling him closer. “Sh sh sh. What we’ve agreed on…?” His head was below mine, he puts his hand underneath the fabric. I bent over and put my hand on his shoulder for balance.

“I’m s-sorry” I couldn’t bare the anticipation

“Look at me” he said not stoping for a second

“Nghh”

“Look at me” he lifted his body to talk down to me “will you do as you’re told?”

“Y-yes”

“What?” He said with a pierced gaze

“Yes, mon emperour”

“Hmmm” he rubbed his fingers slowly “gosh… look how wet you are already…” he played with his fingers paying close attention to the shine. Looked up to find my eyes gazing at him “very well then…”

Letting my wrist free, he played with my lips, I was looking at him, he traced his digit around my upper lip with a mesmerised look, finally putting it inside my mouth for me to suck on it. We were gazing at each other while I sucked his fingers, like our own unique staring contest. With a tired look on his face napoleon sighed. Unbuckling his belt.

I put my hands around his neck, pulling towards a passionate kiss, while he rubbed himself against me, pulling my thighs high and finally penetrating me. I hugged him even tighter, with my arms and legs, and he was holding me while thrusting with all his might.

I could feel my senses go numb as I felt napoleon going harder while he was cumming. I felt as if melting in his arms.

He laid me on the floor, on his knees in front of me, his eyes sparkled as jade, and I stared right inside them. Until napoleon noticed… his pearl like semen overflowing in between my legs, dripping on the floor. I gently put my hand on his cheeks and kissed him.

“Look at me”

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God! This was hard!

This is my first ever posted fanfic

The first napoleon fic and the first nsfw too

I’m not used to it, so I’m sorry about the lack of terms and words, but I was in a insomniac episode and had to write something

English is not my first language btw

But I hope someone likes this

And I just want to thank this fandom, there are so many talented people here and I can’t help but to be inspired by you! I’m not even close to where I’d like to be, but this is my first step.

[milkymora]

✧ 5 midcin flirts - headcanons ✧

~note: hiya, this is my first midcin post! i don’t really know if the fandom is alive, i’m just gonna drop these here because i still love this game. the pictures used aren’t mine, ct to the respective owners on pinterest & all headcanons are SFW! xoxo mora

✦ Louis Howard.

his favorite instrument is the violin. he can’t really play it, he took a few lessons, but he’d rather listen to other people play it than playing it himself. he enjoys it more that way.

he is scared of big dogs. nothing ever happened, but hearing them bark agitates him a lot, he’s more of a birds/cats guy.

he despises alcohol. he drinks it forcefully every time when he’s in business dinners, he’d much rather drink tea or coffee. the taste is just too strong for him.

✦ Alyn Crawford.

loves rings. he is a silver guy, and wears them whenever he isn’t working. also necklaces & chunky earrings too.

when he was a child he was obsessed with pirates. he readed so many stories growing up, and is the number one fan of pirates of the caribbean.

he used to have his hair super long, but had to cut it short to become a royal knight.

✦ Giles Christophe.

has a secret tattoo in the low part of his back. he tattooed a little saturn planet, which is the planet he likes most (he loves space).

enjoys indian food so much. he loves spices and spiciness, his favorite dish is aloo gobi (a vegan dish, made of potatoes & cauliflower + typical indian spices).

hungry reader. he reads around 30+ books per year, of all genres. particularly, he fancies historical ones the most.

✦ Nico Meier.

a huge sanrio fan. he loves keroppi, and has so many plushies all around his bedroom. actually, he loves toys in general. action figures, dolls, ect.

sweets addicted. he loves milka chocolate, chip chocolate cookies, strawberry cheesecakes & blueberry muffins, could eat these all day long.

believes in angel numbers a lot. very superstitious in general (he will shit his pants if he breaks a mirror).

✦ Sid - Lloyd Grandier.

sports lover. he jogs every morning, loves basketball, swimming and so much more. he’s super muscled.

he is a huge fan of metal music. he loves Metallica more than anything and has several shirts of the band.

only wears baggy clothes. he hates tight fitting ones, he finds them to be incredibly uncomfortable and can’t stand that feeling.

✧

~ heyyy. thank u sm for reading, i hope u enjoyed! i’m planning on doing more headcanons about louis because he’s my favorite and tbh i don’t know much about the other characters because i haven’t yet played their routes. but i’ll make up for that :)

[midcinmancave]

Story Prompt:  "Are we happy?"

Story Title:  The Crawford Duology - Part 1 of 2

Summary:Once they were one and as one. Until they weren’t. Still, one half of the twins can’t stop thinking about his other half. Complete Story Source on FB

Fictober24 Submission #07 Fandom:  Midnight Cinderella Featuring:  Alyn Crawford, Leo Crawford Warnings:  Trauma, Estrangement Rating/Genre:  General Audience, Drama, Hurt/Comfort, Family Writer:  Alyn Crawford’s Admin

[acreattaviacco]

While it's never released in EN but 100days Princess

[rambling-madwoman]

Midnight Cinderella

I'll be re-writing at least Louis Howard's route in a novella style. Some story beats/events may be altered for the sake of the overall story but by and large it will be the same, including most of the suitor's dialog.

The prologue mostly establishes the OC princess & additional worldbuilding. If you want to skip it and go right to Louis' route - my notes are here, should have whatever you need to know starred & up top. (whatever you need to know assuming you're familiar with Midnight Cinderella.)

Prologue 1: Witch

Prologue 2: Princess

If you read 'in a novella style' and then cackle with laughter when you open the prologue - I deserve that lol. I promise the route chapters will be shorter & easier.

Louis Route 1

Louis Route 2

I hope with the princess and additional worldbuilding I didn't stray too far from the original game to defeat the purpose of a re-telling. If i did... I dont know what i'll do lol. I hope you can at least still enjoy the fanfiction, my favorite part of MidCin has always been the suitors' personalities and relationships and I think I will at least do well in exemplifying that.

[simpleintentionsereneming]

Midnight Cinderella

Photos

Written Play Throughs

Midnight Cinderella Prologue (6115 words) by simpleintentions Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Midnight Cinderella (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Series: Part 1 of Midnight Cinderella

Video Play Throughs

[phantomlover04]

No Trust

Summary: King Byron said many times that he does not let others sway his decisions, but what if the ones closest to him are the reason there is a strain in his relationship with the Princess

Warning: Angst, tears, breakups, bad guys and fluff at the end

The sky was black, and the rain was pouring, Antoinette sighed softly as she looked out the window. She wishes that she didn’t say anything, but she couldn’t keep it in anymore, but he needed to know how they were making her feel, how he chose their point of view instead of hers, how even though he mentions many times he values her input he would never accept them and only took the advice of them. And now because of what was said, she returned the ring and he left, she told everyone that she doesn’t want to be disturbed for any reason, not even for King Ronold.

She couldn’t help but to dream of him and how much she wanted to be back in his arms while she cried herself to sleep. Back in Stein, King Byron was no better, ever since he returned from Wysteria with the ring heavy in his pocket, at first, he didn’t see what she was talking about and few days later he noticed how much Albert was slightly pushing his own agenda and trying to get a new princess for him or how Albert put it a “REAL” princess with TRUE noble blood. Byron didn’t say anything at first until a few days later when Albert and Nico were at it again as always when he suddenly stood up “Enough, now I see what the Princess was talking about, you both have influenced my decisions and especially you Albert, no wonder she didn’t felt at ease here and why she called off the engagement. Nico write to the Princess that and say that I am sorry for what I said to her and would love to see her again.” After that Byron left his office and went to the stables. He took a ride to clear his mind and prayed that Antoinette could forgive him.

It took a few days before she was able to get out of her chambers, Giles was kind enough to listen to her and one of the maids made a cake that her own mother always baked when she was upset. It was a month before a letter came from Spinner, the letter was from Nico that King Byron was sorry for what said and would like to talk to her. Antoinette gave some food and water to Spinner and while he ate, she ripped the letter and put inside a pouch with the necklace she had received from him long ago and she tied the pouch to Spinner’s leg before he flew away. “I do not want to know about anymore personal letters from Stein and Giles. You can take care of the official letters that we receive from them.” With that Antoinette got up from her desk and went back to her room for the rest of the day.

When Nico came back with the ripped letter in a pouch, he understood that it would take some time before the Princess could forgive him but when Nico pulled out the necklace that is when he felt a pain in his heart. Dismissing both of them, he took off his patch and began to cry, whispering to the necklace that he clutched in his hand for his love, his Antoinette to forgive his stupidity. Over time the mood of the Princess changed, once all cheerful to one of somber mood and never with a smile on her face. Even though she was trying to forget him she couldn’t, the love she has for him was too great and the pain of their separation was ever more that she cried herself to sleep every night since the first letter arrived and true to her request, Giles made sure that any letters from King Bryon was swiftly returned unopened. Bryon would see the returned letters, sighed and tried his best to get back to work. 

This is how it went for the next few months and everyone in both kingdoms felt the sadness from both of them and guilt was eating Albert the most that he did the only thing he thought he would never do, ask Nico for help. Nico didn’t say anything because he felt terrible as well and was more than willing to help get the Princess and King Byron back together. So when a quick dispatch was sent to Giles requesting help from them on trying to get them back together and quickly sent a response back while getting Alyn and Leo to his office to discuss the plan. A few days later, Giles arrived at the Princess’ office “What seems the problem Giles” Antoinette asked “King Ronold has requested for you and Alyn to go to the forest to investigate some disturbing reports that children have been dumped due to being illegitimate. He would have gone himself but he felt that this situation needed a delicate touch.” Giles told the lie like it was the absolute truth, when he came to the King a few days ago, asking for help, The King was more than willing to help and came up with the ruse, knowing that Antoinette would not be able to refuse to help children in need. He was right, because right after she finished the report she was working on, she quickly changed and went to the stables where Alyn was waiting for her with a horse and Hedwig ready to go.

Albert and Nico came to King Byron’s office with reports of poachers in the forest, putting his papers that he was reading down and out the door. Once at the stables he summons Spinner to fly ahead.. Antoinette and Alyn were the first to arrive at the forest and she gave Alyn a look before asking why they were at the forest near the border of Stein. “I am sorry but this is where the children are rumored to be dumped.” he shrugged as he got off, “Why don’t you go ahead and see if there is any truth to the reports, I will be there is a second,” she gives him another look before making her way into the forest. At the same time on the other side of the border, King Byron and Spinner arrived in the forest and he made his way into the forest. Unfortunately they were not the only ones there at the forest, indeed there were two poachers and were about to kill a wolf and her two pups when out of nowhere they heard the Princess call out for the children and make her way to where they were.. They were not the only ones who heard her, Byron thought he was dreaming and shook his head and continued to where he thought he heard her voice. Arriving at where the wolf family were, she was shocked and then quickly went to try to free them when she heard a dark laugh “ I would not do that if I were you, it is a wild animal you don't know when it will destroy that pretty face of yours.” Antoinette stood up and stood between the wolf and them and the wolf growling at the poachers and out of nowhere two flashes of white nose dived and attacked them, it was Spinner and Hedwig trying to protect the Princess. One of them came towards her and tried to attack her but with help of the owls she was able to use one of their weapons against him and killed him but the other one got behind her grabbing her by the neck and was about to stab her when he let go and fell to the ground dead. Antoinette turned around, dropped her weapon due to seeing Bryon with his sword out and panting because he heard everything and ran as fast as he could due to seeing the owls’ nose diving to protect his Queen. It took her a minute to register what had happened and forgetting what happened in the past, she went running into his open arms, he kissed her passionately, not letting her go and she returned his kiss with equal passion. A few minutes later Alyn arrived and got to work on healing the wolf before they left, not before howling in gratitude. When they returned to the castle, everyone from King Ronold to Albert and Nico were waiting for them.

After dinner, Byron and Antoinette went to the garden to talk. As they made their way to the garden, Byron took off his eye patch because he wanted to truly see his love, his Antoinette. Taking a seat close to the fountain, he began to apologize and explained that he now understood what she was talking about. “For now on, as God as my witnesses, I promise that you and your opinions will come first.” Looking into his eyes she knew that he was telling the truth and smiled sweetly at him. Out of nowhere he stood up as Spinner swooped down and dropped something in his hand, and Byron got on one knee “Would you do me the greatest honor and say yes on becoming my queen, my love” he places the sapphire ring on her finger “Yes, a thousand times yes” she whispers as he rose up and gather her into his arms kissed her like he never kissed her before. For the rest of the night, he proved to her that he never stopped loving her and he will never break his promise.

[girl-named-matty]

My girls 💕

♡︎ - Cassie @acslytherclaw, Alyn @ps-cactus, Tori @espressoristretto-patronum, Val @savingsallow, Ellie @accio-bagel, Jo @ravenwind-75

[sunnyvore]

oh my god i forgot midnight cinderella existed and I just got an ad for the devs games

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

Gilmore Girls OC Masterlist ( A-C )

( D-K ) ( L-Z )

Name: Adalia Kim

Story: Untitled

Face claim: Janel Parrish

Name: Allie St. James

Story: The Mad Ones

Face claim: Lily Collins

Love Interest: Jess Mariano

Allie St. James didn’t not want to go to Stars Hollow, exactly, but she would have liked to be asked.  Waking up in a hospital, finding out from a CPS caseworker that her parents had been deemed unfit, and that she would be taking a bus to Stars Hollow to live with the aunt she barely new — not exactly the best way to find out.  Going straight from the hospital to the bus station, she didn’t even get to say goodbye. Stars Hollow isn’t bad, by any means.  Her aunt Sookie is nice, she’s able to help in the kitchen at the Inn and get a real job working at the local diner, she makes friends, she adapts — she always adapts.  But something is missing, something will always be missing.  Until, almost a year after she moved to the small town, Sookie brings her to Lorelai’s so that they can have a welcome dinner for Luke’s nephew. And Jess Mariano walks through the front door.

Name: Amanda Weston

Story: Untitled

Face claim: Natalia Dyer

Name: Annabel Gilmore

Story: Untitled

Face claim: Abigail Cowen

Love Interest: Logan Huntzberger

Name: Antoinette Kensington

Story: Silver & Gold

Face claim: Madelaine Petsch

Love Interest: Paris Gellar

It had been five months since the tragic and unexpected deaths of Bradley and Claire Kensington, and Antoinette thought that she was finally getting a handle on her life again. She had finally settled into a comfortable rhythm with Emily and Richard Gilmore, no longer stuck in the strained formalities that defined her first couple of months living with them. She had finally reclaimed her position at the top of the Chilton food chain, no longer stuck as the tragic girl with dead parents. She had finally felt like her life was getting back to normal. Then Rory Gilmore got accepted into Chilton. Now the Gilmore girls’ particular brand of chaos threatens to destroy the life she had worked so hard to rebuild.

Name: Ashley Nardini

Story: Untitled

Face claim: Laura Marano

Name: Ashton Grant

Story: Drops Of Jupiter

Face claim: Chace Crawford

Name: Austin Geller

Story: Fragments

Face claim: Connor Paolo

Love Interest: Jess Mariano; eventual Logan Huntzberger

Name: Avery Stiles

Story: This Is Me Trying

Face claim: Maude Apatow

Love Interest: Logan Huntzberger

Avery Stiles had lived her life trying to be seen and not heard.  To be perfect but not disrupt her father’s obsessive routines.  She spent her life in every club he could sign her up for just so she would be out of the house, pulling all-nighter after all-nighter to get her homework done on top of them, always striving towards but never reaching the standards set for her.  But when Logan Huntzberger gets waitlisted at Yale because his grades dropped too far, and Mitchum Huntzberger decides that the Chilton sophomore is the perfect tutor to keep Logan in line, she starts to see a world beyond the constant perfectionism that her father instilled in her.  And maybe, just maybe, there’s an appeal to a world where being herself is better than being perfect.

Name: Benny Flynn

Story: My Way / Piece By Piece

Face claim: Jordan Fisher

Name: Bex Harding

Story: Untitled

Face claim: Hilarie Burton

Name: Blythe Langford

Story: Loveless Generation

Face claim: Emily Alyn Lind

Love Interest: Charles Gilmore & Kaito Lauder

Name: Brady Mariano

Story: Motion Sickness

Face claim: Rachel Keller

Love Interest: Finn

Name: Brandon Webster

Story: The Road Not Taken

Face claim: Alex Fitzalan

Love Interest: Natalie Lister & Lucas Gilmore

Name: Brielle Livingston

Story: Fragments

Face claim: Taylor Momsen

Love Interest: Rory Gilmore

When Brielle’s parents got divorced, she thought she would be okay.  Sure, it sucked, but she still had Brooks — even if he was at Yale most of the time — and she still had her life in New York.  But when her mom remarries, to Mr. Geller from Hartford, Brielle finds herself packed up and moving to Connecticut.  She figures she’ll wait it out, until she goes to college or they get divorced. She was expecting the gossip, the circling vultures looking for any signs of a story.  She expected the loneliness too, being away from Brooks for the first time would never have been easy.  And frankly, she expected to hate it all, to hate her mom’s new husband and his kids, to hate her new school and the new social circle, all of it. What she didn’t expect were the two step-siblings who would quickly become her closest friends, or her new sister’s cute rival — but maybe moving won’t be quite as bad as she was expecting.

Name: Brooks Livingston

Story: Fragments

Face claim: Penn Badgley

Love Interest: eventual Jess Mariano

Name: Caleb Barlow

Story: The Road Not Taken

Face claim: Jack Mulhern

Name: Cameron Danes

Story: Nowhere Girl

Face claim: Kaya Scodelario

Name: Carlie Hayden

Story: Untitled

Face claim: Emma Roberts

Name: Casey Boone

Story: Untitled

Face claim: Diana Silvers

Name: Catalina Pérez

Story: My Way / Piece By Piece

Face claim: Sofia Carson

Name: Catie Gleason

Story: Untitled

Face claim: Emilija Baranac

Name: Cecilia Ackerman

Story: My Own Tomorrow

Face claim: Madeleine Arthur

Love Interest: possibly Jess Mariano or Lane Kim

Name: Chandler Beck

Story: My Way / Piece By Piece

Face claim: Halston Sage

Name: Charles Gilmore

Story: Loveless Generation

Face claim: Blythe Langford & Kaito Lauder

If you asked anyone to describe Charles Gilmore, they would all tell you the same thing.  He’s a rich party boy without a care in the world, drinking and sleeping his way through the boredom of high school until he can get out of Hartford.  And Charles himself would be the first person to say so, all too willing to hide behind the carefree mask he’d so carefully crafted.  But when his niece starts at Chilton, bringing she and his older sister back into his life for the first time in, well, ever, that mask gets put to the test.  And truth be told, Charles is afraid to find out who he is without it.

Name: Charlotte Howard-Danes

Story: Where You Lead

Face claim: Margaret Qualley

Charlotte Howard-Danes knew that life could change in an instant. After all, her life had changed when she was nine and went from being raised by a single mother to having both parents in the picture; when Rachel Howard told Luke Danes that she was raising his daughter and they decided to give their relationship another try. It changed again only weeks before she turned ten, when Rachel Howard suddenly up and left, leaving Luke to raise their daughter alone. It changed again when Lorelai and Rory Gilmore became a permanent fixture in her life, and when she finally got back into dancing, and when she discovered her love of poetry. Life could change in an instant, and life never stopped changing, she could handle it. Until she’s sixteen, and her mom steps back into the picture for the first time since that fateful departure all those years ago.

Name: Chelsea Geller

Story: Lonely Hearts Club

Face claim: Julia Stiles

Love Interest: Jess Mariano

Chelsea Geller was tired.  Tired of trying to be perfect, tired of never being good enough, tired of pretending… tired of everything.  And her sophomore year of high school was shaping up to be no different, until Rory Gilmore showed up a month into the semester and turned Chelsea’s world on its head.

Name: Cosette Gerard

Story: Untitled

Face claim: Samantha Logan

[accio-bagel]

GIRLS

the girlies 🤍

(not the finished product - i will recreate this ussveijsisks but i think its post worthy to show yall)

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mc‘s shown by: @espressoristretto-patronum @ps-cactus @accio-bagel @girl-named-matty @savingsallow @ravenwind-75

[midcinmancave]

Story Prompt:  "Don't listen to me, listen to them."

Story Title:  A New Kind of Lesson

Summary: The Princess finds she has more in common with her tutor than she thought. Complete Story Source on FB

Fictober24 Submission #19 Fandom:  Midnight Cinderella Featuring:  Giles Christophe, Leo Crawford, Alyn Crawford, The Princess Warnings:  Mild angst  Rating/Genre:  General Audience, Comedy Writer:  Giles Christophe

[missperfectlyfinewrites]

ღ Plotting call ღ

I'm looking for more threads/plots with the following muses! Go under the read more, click primary/secondary to find out more about personalities but please don't hesitate to ask any questions too! Muses can be AU aswell, happy to change/alter things for certain plots! Like/comment and I'll message to plot things!

Primary

Aurora Atwood // assistant // submissive lean // Courtney Eaton

Avery Powell // dancer // submissive // Maude Apatow

Beatrice "Bea" Allen // wanna be dancer & waitress // submissive // Kristine Froseth

Belle Crawford // student & tutor (pregnant or single mom) // submissive // Bailee Madison

Daisy Kennedy // children's nurse // submissive // Madelyn Cline

Darcy Rodriguez // college student // submissive lean // Olivia Rodrigo

Elsie Tyler // diner waitress & trailer park baby // submissive // Ella Purnell

Everly James // broad way star // submissive // Sabrina Carpenter

Grace Henderson // ice skating coach // switch // Candice Patton

Lacey Andrews // adult video star // submissive lean // Natalie Alyn Lynd

Madeline Lawrence // princess // switch // Taylor Swift

Sadie Ingram // wedding planner // switch // Greta Onieogou

Tabitha Edwards // preacher's daughter // submissive // Maia Reficco

Secondary

Allie Jordan // influencer // submissive // Halle Bailey

Birdie Bennett // toy store owner // submissive lean // Melissa O'neil

Charlotte "Charlie" Beckett // actress // submissive // Kaia Gerber

Kaitlyn Rodriguez // psychiatrist // submissive lean // Melisa Fumero

Kennedy Watson // magazine stylist & party girl // submissive lean // Tilly Keeper

Olivia Rose // lingerie designer // switch // Cindy Kimberly

Saskia Hart // children's entertainer // switch // Taylor Swift

Talia Singh // exchange student & babysitter // switch // Natasha Liu Bordizzo

[rambling-madwoman]

Midnight Cinderella - Prologue 1 "Witch"

Yes it's in 2 parts. Yes I took the long midnight cinderella prologue and made it longer.

I am struggling with physical description! I think I'm doing well enough weaving details in naturally but actually creating an evocative image with facial features is tough, especially because there's a whole cast of handsome suitors who need to be visually distinctive. I want to describe them realistically, not rely on the anime clothes/hairstyle as visual distinction.

I also wasn't too confident in my scene/time transitions. I left an extra space to be more clear of a scene break but did I need that? Unsure.

Loretta Vachon either had the neighborhood convinced she was a witch, or the neighborhood had a very good reason to tell the spies sent from the palace that she was. Giles thought ‘herbalist’ or something along those lines was likely more accurate. He had received reports that people left this building with products, loose things stored in pouches or jars. But no one outside the neighborhood could get any on their own. What few spies were able to interact with Mademoiselle Vachon also reported her as ornery, blunt, and rude.

The address was in her name, but the building didn’t appear to be any kind of storefront. It almost looked like any of the other deep, narrow houses on the street but the door had been painted in vibrant yellow and blue flowers with green leaves. As Giles opened the door a bell tucked above it on the interior chimed and he entered a sitting room. There was little furniture, a rather sad deflated couch, coffee table, and plain wooden plank walls. It split into what may have been a dining area repurposed into a work room and a narrow hall.

A loud bang from across the house startled him and a woman’s voice called, “Just a moment,”

Then clustered skittering sounds quickly followed by a harsh “’Ey!”

Two frenzied chickens stumbled over each other out of the hall at high speed, one nearly banging into the opposite wall. They ran towards Giles at the front door.

“Open the door for them, would you?” The voice called again.

The chickens danced on their feet, beaks dangerously close to Giles’ ankles. He let them into the street and closed the door with a fourth chime of the bell. The witch was standing in the doorway to the hall, black eyes appraising him before he had the chance to appraise her first. She was as described, perhaps thinner and less impressive looking than he had imagined. Freckled from head to toe, two mismatched lengths of ashy blonde hair touching her cheeks in different places. She might have been pretty, he surmised, with some refinement.

She said in a bored tone, “If you are here from the tax office, you can see it is as I have told you before. My work is not recognized as a service and is not eligible for religious exemption, so the property is residential. I don’t even use a sign.”

Then she approached him with arms spread like she was herding him out the door, “So I don’t owe you any more money this year, goodbye,”

A lot of refinement. But the effort could be well worth it and a strong will wasn’t something he could teach. Giles took half a step forward, “I’m not from any tax office. You are Loretta Vachon, is that correct, mademoiselle?”

She paused, looking up at him with suspicion. “Who’s asking?”

He bowed his head, keeping his tone light as he gave an answer she surely wouldn’t like. “Giles Christophe, Chamberlain.”

He couldn’t help smiling a bit at the expression she made, short, heavy brows popping up. As he unfolded, the bell rang again. A man with graying hair and beard stepped into the room, nearly dropping the empty jar in his hands as he stopped just short of Giles. The man’s eyes went from him, down to Giles’ best attempt at dressing down, then to Loretta with his brows also raised.

But Loretta only said, “I have your mix ready, Monsieur Reynolds.”

She took the empty jar and turned on her heel, moving quickly through the workspace and into a room out of sight. He heard the clinking of glass and pouring liquid as Mssr. Reynolds surveyed Giles with a wary expression. They waited in silence until she returned with a jar full of bright orange liquid and pulp.

“Shake it twice a day or it will get stuck at the bottom.” Loretta said with an air of reminding him, handing it off.

The man nodded, “Thank you, Lettie.”

But he made no move for the door, lingering as his eyes went between Loretta and Giles. She turned her back on both of them.

“Have a good day, Mssr. Reynolds.” She said as she reentered the work room.

With a last look towards them both, the man left and Giles followed her to the work room. Despite the number of tools scattered across the large dining table, Loretta took a small knife from her apron and began to chop herbs as if they had offended her. There was very little space where she stood between the opposite side of the table and a large armoire holding jars of roots and collections of minerals and bones.

“Was that one of your services?” Giles asked, watching her work.

“I didn’t take any money for it, did I?” She said slowly and deliberately, giving him a dark look. “Why is the chamberlain in my home?”

“I have something for you,” He reached into the interior pocket of his coat and removed the sealed letter inside.

Loretta looked at the letter as if that was offensive to her now. But she took it, observing the seal on the back for a moment before popping it open. As she did, the door burst open and the bell clanged on the wall.

They heard a voice from farther down the street as two boys ran in, “Not in the – ohhh!”

The boys darted into the room, one lunging after the other like they were playing tag. Loretta thrust the envelope down on to the table with another loud bang, smearing it in green moisture from the chopped herbs.

“’Ey!” She shouted again, shuffling quickly from the tight space as one of the boys jumped over her coffee table.

“What do you think this is!” She began to throw pebbles and whatever little debris she had in her apron pockets, but the boys only laughed and made for the door. “Out!”

As they left their haggard mother entered, carrying a basket of bread. No one looked afraid of any witch.

“I’m sorry, Lettie,” The woman said, handing her the basket.

“It’s fine,” Loretta sighed.

“But that little charm you gave Roger worked, he's finally slept through the night the past two weeks.”

Outside they could all hear the boys laughing, followed by a sort of shout and the sounds of chickens squawking.

“How fortunate.” Loretta said flatly. “You should consider a plant for his bedroom.”

This woman lingered as well as she took Giles in from head to toe. Loretta only turned her back and bid the woman goodbye with a finality, and they were alone again.

“Everyone is rather wary to leave me alone with you. Why is that?” Giles asked as he watched Loretta return to the work room.

“They’re wary someone like you found the place at all.” She said, reaching across the table for the envelope. “Though, they would not guess you are the Chamberlain.”

Giles watched her expression as she pulled out the letter and began to read its contents. Her brows creased, eyes moving across the page. Her lip curled into a baffled, disbelieving sort of sneer.

“What?” She spat, as if the paper had insulted her in another language. “Who is giving me this?”

“I am.”

That expression was pointed at him, “Why the hell would you do that?”

Again he found it hard not to smile a little. She would be quite an adjustment for everyone. The kind they needed, in Giles’ own opinion. “I was able to find the store, so that means I have a true need for something. That’s how it works, right?”

She didn’t answer. Giles continued, “So my request is for you to come to the ball. Find me there.”

Loretta looked over the contents of the page again. “Why must it be this night? The ball is to choose a new heir to the kingdom, there will be many people there.”

He assured her, “So you’ll blend into the crowd,”

For a moment he thought she would throw the letter back in his face as she scrutinized him for a long, hard minute. He was confident she was a good judge of character, she had to be to keep the right people in and out of her circle. And Giles had come with only the purest intentions. But he steeled his resolve under her dark eyes regardless.

She sighed, “I do charge, you know. I take bread from the people, you pay coin.”

Giles smiled wider. “And I will certainly repay you for hearing me out.”

Strong willed and everything else he needed her to be. He was sure of it. There were still a few details he needed to be sure of, but getting her into the palace was an important step. Giles continued, “I can also offer you something you’ll make good use of, I’m sure. A very rare flower in the palace garden. No one would notice if it were to become a part of your hair or your dress.”

When the Chamberlain was gone, Lettie re-read the contents of the letter. ‘Blend into the crowd.’ She huffed a doubtful breath through her nose.

Lettie recognized this fairy tale. Drawn in by warm, inviting music, beautiful people and pleasures beyond the mortal realm, countless souls were lost to the other world. The regal den of dazzling wolves unfolded before her eyes. Glittering crystal dangled from the ceiling and reflected champagne in the hands of revelers. The music and lights wassailed each young woman, bright eyed with predatory ambition. The fate of those that wandered into such lands was to be stolen away by fairies. But Lettie was there for the devil, who likely had a deal and a contract to be signed.

She gave an honest look over the ballroom but saw no sign of the Chamberlain. Overwhelmed by the company, Lettie quickly made her way past it in search of a garden. She had agreed to find the devil at his party but they never agreed how long she would stay. Her flat shoes slipped silently over the smooth marble floors as she peered around corners down every hallway, careful to go the opposite direction of any approaching footsteps.

With no shawl over her shoulders the night chilled Lettie as she walked onto a canopied walkway in a courtyard. She slipped over the railing and walked out onto the teal grass, her dress of the same shade hiding her in the shadows. Past the fountain positioned just under the full moon Lettie could see the iron stakes of a gate. She hurried to it quietly and found a rather sad, untended looking garden on the other side. And the flower the Chamberlain described, paces away, brilliant and pearlescent in the moonlight.

Lettie tugged on the ivy climbing the gates, finding it no less sturdy than the iron. It was perhaps lucky she owned no skirts to fill out the plain A-line shape of her dress, making the climb a bit easier.

“Please tell me this isn’t what it looks like.”

She never did consider herself lucky. Lettie looked over her shoulder, down to a man in well decorated white armor. His red cloak did not hide the hilt of a sword on his hip, red eyes narrowed with a scowl.

“’ello-o,” She replied slowly.

There might have been a little humor in his eyes, but the knight’s shrewd gaze still looked through her. “This is the part where you explain yourself.”

Lettie took her time getting down from the gate to face him.

“Ah, well, you see,” she started, cheeks heating, “the Chamberlain invited me,”

The knight dropped his chin and looked at her more sternly, “Giles Christophe? He invited you?”

“Of course,” Lettie continued quickly, hoping she didn’t sound insincere. “It was rather kind of him, you see, and I was so excited I did not think to get him anything as thanks… So I thought I might offer him a flower.”

The knight did not answer for a long moment, silently needling into her as her heart fluttered from the anticipation.

“Are you serious?” He finally asked.

“Is that uh, stealing?” Her voice pitched awkwardly as she looked over her shoulder at the flower the Chamberlain directed her to steal.

“This garden was planted by the late queen, it’s very important to the King. So yes.”

Lettie’s smile went a little flatter as she looked back at him. Forget the flower. The Chamberlain was the devil, and she needed to get away from this bastard to tell that bastard he was. The knight’s eyes went over her again and again, the slight humor maybe giving way to some kind of sympathy. Then he huffed a sigh and in one swift movement, effortlessly vaulted himself over the gate.

He was not dressed in full armor, but the additional weight of his plated limbs made an impressive impact when he landed on the other side. The knight got down on one knee and slipped his hands through the bars to boost Lettie over the gate as well. She went up all too fast, barely grazing the points of the iron spikes and landing in the knight’s arms as if she were nothing.

Set safely on the ground, Lettie straightened her dress. “I cannot thank you enough,”

“If you’re really here with Giles, tell him the Captain said he’s slipping and not to let his girlfriends wander around the castle.” The knight replied bluntly.

“Of course,” Lettie replied with a girlish amusement so fake it made the corners of her mouth tight.

Damn the Chamberlain she seethed, working the little blade retrieved from the bust of her dress into the earth. He could have mentioned she would be stealing something important. The flower received little consideration or kindness as Lettie worked only to preserve the roots. Dirt soaked and stained her skirt around the knees, but it didn’t matter. She was only going to find the Chamberlain after this to tell him off, then leave. Whatever he would ask her for wouldn’t be worth it. Lettie sunk her fingers far into the dirt, mercilessly pulling the flower out of its home.

She returned to the gate, flower in hand and more dirt under her nails. The knight held his hand out flat.

“Knife.” He commanded dryly.

She stalked through one of hundreds of hallways in the castle, following the directions the knight had given her back to the ballroom. What a stupid venture this had been. Perhaps Theo would get a laugh out of it, at least. She had hoped to have extra money for his return, but she had seen enough. Lettie kept her head down, affixing the flower to her pinned hair as she turned the corner and walked into something dense.

“Pardon me,” She said instinctively.

The nobleman she had run into was pale and light everywhere, except for the spots of dirt now on his fine powder blue coat. Pink, heart shaped lips pursed tensely as he looked down upon Lettie with cold, harsh eyes.

“Pardon me,” She said again, perhaps not all that convincingly.

The nobleman scrutinized every inch of Lettie with an ice she could feel. “What is it you could possibly be doing here?”

Uninterested in creating more problems for herself or in the opinions of snobby nobles, Lettie summoned up as much acidic deference as she could. “Would your Grace know the way to the ballroom?”

“Tell me you aren’t here for the Princess Elect Ball.” He practically scoffed at her. “Whoever invited you was likely making some sort of sick joke.”

Her lip curled and her shoulders stiffened, but she wasn’t entirely sure that wasn’t true. “I have no interest in your circus ball. Apologies again for ruining your costume, Bozo de la Bastille.”

Now his shoulders stiffened. But the exchange was equivalent, and they each stepped past each other quickly and walked a little faster than they did before. An entirely useless and stupid venture.

From the entrance Lettie spotted the Chamberlain’s distinct shade of violet-brunette hair from across the ballroom. He stood elegant, an almost cat-like quality to his lean body, which was exemplified by how his hair stood on end when he saw Lettie smeared in dirt and practically steaming. Despite it, he managed to maintain his elegance and grace as he moved towards her in a flash.

The Chamberlain smiled with false courtesy and hissed through his teeth, “I would have brought you to the flower.”

He took her arm as if they were familiar and practically steered her back out of the ballroom.

“Cut it out,” Lettie hissed back, pushing his hand away. “you didn’t tell me anything. I am leaving, I have had enough of this place already.”

He gripped her a little tighter and quickly urged her, “Don’t leave just yet, please.”

Lettie could see true stress in his face as he said it, looking up and down the hall before dragging her off to a door at the very end of it. He unlocked it with a ring of keys hidden on his belt and she begrudgingly followed him inside. It was a drawing room, likely one hundreds through the palace. The lavishly decorated furniture likely did little but collect dust most days, no different from the fleur de lis carvings jutting out of each wall.

She turned on the Chamberlain, “What do you want?”

He closed the door and said with a steadying breath, “I had planned to talk to you a bit before we go to the heart of what it is I need from you.”

Lettie was getting tired of the Chamberlain’s plans and she knew he could see that on her face as he continued, “I had some questions about your background. I’ve been able to gather you were still rather young when you came to the capital.”

She tapped an impatient finger on her crossed arms. “Yes. My mother died.”

“And you have a charge, is that correct?”

“My brother.”

“And where would he be at the moment?”

Lettie’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Boarding school. He will be home again soon.”

“So only one loose end to consider really. You’re unbound, so to speak.”

“I am not.” She growled through gritted teeth. “My brother is only thirteen, I am still the only parent he has. Enough now. Tell me what you want.”

The Chamberlain’s patient expression did not shift as he said simply, “You are my preferred choice for Princess Elect.”

Lettie tried to put the words she heard together in a way that made sense. “Preferred…”

She looked at the Chamberlain for a long moment as she processed it. She heard it, she thought. But it wasn’t right, it didn’t make sense. For her to become the princess, it was almost as if she were dreaming.

And that made her realize, pointing a finger up at the Chamberlain’s face. “You want to be king, and you think you can manipulate,”

He spoke over her, “As Chamberlain I am expressly forbidden from marrying the Princess Elect.”

Lettie lowered her finger. “Then what could you possibly stand to gain?”

“You’re my preferred choice.” The Chamberlain reiterated.

“But… what? How? Why?”

“I’ve cast a rather wide net. I admit, I didn’t expect to find someone quite as far out along the outskirts of the capital, but once I saw the signs of your rather enigmatic network I knew I had found someone special. I’ve met with merchants, scholars, women who have built quite a name for themselves in their industries,”

“Women who must be more suited than I,”

“Socially, perhaps.” The Chamberlain took a step closer to her, examining her more closely. “I’ve met the heirs of Duchies and industries, I have my pick of fine and well bred young ladies who would no doubt make exceptionally sensible decisions when choosing a partner for King. I’ve lived and worked among these circles for many years. Sensibility will be the death of us.”

Lettie blinked but did not back away from him, trying to find the thorns hidden in his words.

He continued, “More often than not the sensible thing for a lady to do is uphold the house of her father. She’s meant to leave him and honor her husband, but we often see how this backfires in arranged marriages. It’s been several generations now since the Revolution that created the Princess Elect system put these families into power. Are you familiar with the saying of how history repeats itself?”

Lettie shook her head, rejecting the very idea. “And what if I am? You think creating some… maverick queen will change this? That I could somehow prevent future rulers from being turned into wolves? A fantastical story, but it is just that. A fairy tale. It could not work.”

The Chamberlain did not back down either. “Yes, what good could come from a royal line unbound by generations of deals, inside trading, and unpaid favors?”

“You surprise me. You claim years of experience with this world, but you do not see that people do not change systems. They are broken by them.”

“Now who’s not learning from history?”

“The Revolution came, Chamberlain. My neighbors are still poor.”

He reached into his coat pocket again with a sigh, but paused as he looked to Lettie’s dirty fingers. His hand shifted just slightly in the pocket, pulling out a pristine white handkerchief. The Chamberlain held it out to Lettie.

She smacked it out of his hand. “People like you make me sick! You are so disconnected from reality that you waste my time, take me from my work,”

The Chamberlain’s expression remained still and patient. “It’s your work I want to pursue, Mademoiselle Vachon. I have no desire to interrupt it. In fact, I’d like to provide the means to take it further than,”

“Then provide!” Lettie shouted at him. “I have been to the college, I have been to the Earl and legislators, they refuse me so much as a roll of bandages. The people in my neighborhood need real relief, immediately,”

He spoke over her again, “Then by all means, remain on the outskirts. Continue to dutifully plug the holes left by the crown, with hardly a bucket to your name to do so.”

Lettie glared at him in silence. When the Chamberlain reached into his pocket again, he removed a thin velvet case. Then he lowered himself to the ground and picked up the handkerchief she had smacked out of his hand.

He spoke more quietly, his tone more even. “You’re right. The system will attempt to break you. I have my duties, and so do you. I can offer you what I can offer you.”

Then he held up the velvet case, “What I have here is material proof of the right to rule.”

He held the handkerchief out to her again. “I won’t give it to you with dirty hands.”

“It’s not mine,” Lettie argued lamely and in half a mutter, her eyes hesitantly taking in the case. “You can give it to me, but that doesn’t make it mine.”

He shook the handkerchief at her a third time. “Then you don’t want to get dirt on it.”

She didn’t. She didn’t want to touch it, didn’t want to look at it. In the early hours of the still dark morning Lettie shoved the case into her nightstand drawer, disgusted by the necklace laden with silver and emeralds that no doubt cost more than her entire home. Whoever decided what it would symbolize should have realized it was the first sign of a failed revolution. Lettie laid alone in her bed in the empty house, recalling the Chamberlain’s threat. “I’ll find you again, in time.” She turned in her sheets not for the first time, staring at the nightstand beside her and curled tighter. A familiar sort of quiet desperation settled in to her chest, eyes tired but mind restless. Years ago she laid on the floor of this house when it was still empty, Theo only a little boy curled up besides her. This was the same sort of feeling, Lettie impossibly small as she asked herself over and over with no satisfying answer, ‘what am I going to do?’

Two long days passed very slowly after the fever dream of the Princess Elect Ball, the flower from the palace potted uselessly on her kitchen counter. Any spare moment Lettie had was spent looking through books and notes, trying to find some purpose for it. She could find none. It was just an ineffective and beautiful thing, a wasted venture. When she was working, she found herself using up everything in her house and garden. Ingredients and herbs finished she would have rationed over time, preparing food that would keep after Theo was home, as if she might be gone for a while. As if the devil might descend again and whisk her away, leaving the people she cared about behind.

Mssr. Reynolds had taken Lettie to and from the castle on the night of the ball, so there was no keeping the trip a secret. Her door was always open, people coming and going to ask ‘Why did they take you? What did the Chamberlain tell you?’ Each time she ended the conversation with a stern glare. On the third morning, she prayed the palace would wait long enough until Theo returned home from school the next evening.

The devil must have heard her because he arrived before noon. Lettie heard the commotion and burst out the door before he could reach it. Waiting in the street were two knights on pristine white steeds and a finely decorated carriage, surrounded by people. Lettie gripped the Chamberlain by the coat and roughly pulled him inside, as if she could still hide him.

She pushed the door shut behind him quickly, the bell clanging. The Chamberlain straightened his coat, “I hear you’re taking this well. That woman outside asked me what I did to you.”

Lettie meandered towards a chair in her workspace, rubbing the headache that began to form. She answered absentmindedly, “That’s Madame Dubois, she lives next door.”

“She said you haven’t left since the ball.”

Lettie sank into a chair as Giles stood in the entryway, smiling patiently and politely. She glowered back at him. “Why should I?”

She tossed a hand towards the flower in her kitchen, where Giles couldn’t see it. “The position you’d have me take is like that flower. Pretty, but useless. Get someone else.”

“Pretty a princess you will be,” Giles answered, his smile infecting his tone, “whether or not you have any use depends on you. The option to step into a life of luxury and never make a decision again will be offered to you many times. But I don’t think you want that.”

“It will completely upset my brother’s life.” Lettie argued. “He has ambitions and goals, he’s earned a scholarship to his school. I’d overshadow him forever.”

“You might be surprised to find how the relatives of nobility can hide their connections. But failing that, you could give him the best of everything. Open doors for him.”

The memory of what it felt like to be cold and hungry and have no options pushed back at her sensibilities. It wouldn’t matter how quickly Theo grew out of his clothes if she never had to count coins again. It wouldn’t matter how their cost of food doubled every year he got older. Other boys at school, who could one day be peers in his field, might not look down at him if he could actually own his books and not borrow them.

“You’re asking me to uproot our entire lives,” Lettie argued more weakly. “Where will he go when he’s home from school, if he doesn’t come here?”

“We’d treat him as the charge of our Princess. He would stay with you.”

Lettie tried to simply out-will the Chamberlain, staring back at his unwavering gaze. But she flinched first, unable to withstand his violet eyes any longer. “Enough, please. Theo will be home tomorrow evening for the spring. Let me discuss this with him”

“I’ve already stalled as long as I can.” The Chamberlain said a little more softly. “You were meant to be announced at the ball. I’m here to take you back with me, or not at all.”

She watched his expression at the gentler tone. He had his own external pressures and he had been pushing them back because he genuinely believed in this plan. The house felt large around her again, even with the massive table and armoire that made her workplace. Lettie looked over the collection of tools and jars she had so carefully collected, the furniture, the home she had built and begged and scrounged and bled for. My neighbors are still poor.

She found herself saying, “Perhaps Mdm. Dubois will take my chickens…”

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