⸝⸝ ʚ ⛸ ! ⌗ °• ⎯ೃ༄
𝟺𝟶𝚜!𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒊𝒌𝒂𝒏𝒆 𝑾𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑨𝒅𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒓 - 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝟸
“𝙲𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚜,
𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚢𝚕𝚎.
𝙸𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎’𝚜 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚜.”
𝚜𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚜 : ̗̀➛ the holidays are nearing, and he cannot help but feel excited looking for trees with you now that he has a lot more strength than he used to
☕🤍🌿 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗'𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 ! 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 ! ☕🤍🌿
“Steve!”
“Sweetheart, please relax for me?” Steve urges for the tenth time softly, seeing guilt run through your face as the now large and muscular blonde happily carries the fresh Christmas tree from the tree farm with ease.
It was a hard sight to become accustomed to, seeing Steve…your Steve, doing all these strenuous things all on his own, especially when many Christmases have gone by where you had been splitting 50%, hell, 75% of the labor with him. Steve only looks back at you when he realizes you haven’t been walking alongside him for three or four steps, the same confident and eager gaze targeted towards you reminding you of the frail man that you have grown to love all these years, and that unshakeable spirit of his.
“Oh, doll…” He sighs with a soft smile, his gloved hand taking your own as he leans to give a tender peck on your lips. It was as though he knew what you were thinking, wanting to soothe your inherent worries and silence your thoughts to come back to him. “We’re almost home. Come on.”
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⸝⸝ ʚ ⛸ ! ⌗ °• ⎯ೃ༄
𝚛𝚘𝚢𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚞!𝚕𝚘𝚔𝚒 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒊𝒌𝒂𝒏𝒆 𝑾𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑨𝒅𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒓 - 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝟼
"𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚕𝚢,
𝚒'𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚔𝚢"
𝚜𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚜 : ̗̀➛ the prince has his eyes on you in this winter ball, but does he know you're a mere peasant?
☕🤍🌿 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗'𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 ! 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 ! ☕🤍🌿
You were out of breath by the time you rushed into the chateau, your feet rushing up the stairs into the attic like clockwork as the eyes of your friendly creatures watched you in amusement. The wooden door shuts, and you cannot help but lean against it.
12:15 AM.
Your eyes shut, your lips curled in a wide smile, your chest heaving in your less than grand journey home. You knew you had your stepmother and your stepsisters arriving within the hour, yet the sweeping melodies of violins, the deep timbre of the cello, and the ever flowing harp remain in your ears. The memory of the world around you dimming as you were whisked away in your flowing gown stuck to you like the soot of the fireplace clings to your fingers.
Gone was the beautiful gown that you had adorned, gone was the grand carriage that you had arrived at the castle in, gone were the beautiful horses, the glitter, the gloves. But alas, the singular glass slipper that was once on your foot, was now in your calloused hands, a singular reminder of the dashing and mysterious visage of the prince that had danced with you into oblivion just hours before.
You can only thank your fairy godmother above, because after all…
The dream that you wished, did come true.
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