#princess au

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ENTANGLED IN YOU— WHEN WILL MY LIFE BEGIN?

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ellie williams x reader

a/n: this actually isn’t the best but i’ll post it now and edit it later :D let me know what you think

tags: @astralnymphh

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once upon a time there was a beautiful princess who lived a castle…

okay maybe it was an abandoned apartment complex, and maybe she wasn’t a princess, but that isn’t the point of our story. our story focuses on how fate is inescapable.

“flower! let me up.” the doctor calls. you look outside of your broken bedroom window and quickly rush to the main room where there is a lever. you then, twist it with all your might. this triggers a series of reactions going downward which opens a space in the wall for the doctor to walk up.

this was a daily routine. doctor would go out and forage for supplies and food while you tidied up your “tower” as you called it. it wasn’t much but it was home and helped protect you from the outside world.

many years ago an outbreak occurred causing a sickness in the people of the world. doctor says it was terrifying to see. disfigured faces as a parasitic virus took over their minds.

but you were special.

you were born a few years later in a hospital doctor had been working in at the time. your mother had been seeing doctor for months and she was finally ready to deliver you. then suddenly, there was a break in. the infected monsters stormed through and bit your mother as you were being born. in a panic, doctor wrapped you up, ran as fast as she could until she found this abandoned building, and promised to always keep you safe.

she waited to see if the affects of the bite were passed onto you, and gratefully reveled in the fact that they did not. she still continued to watch you carefully. just in case. then, one day while cleaning up, she turned her head for a moment and you’d been scratched by an infected that had found its way inside the building.

you wailed and so did she before she realized that you were not turning. days began to pass and you still hadn’t turned. you were completely fine other than a small scratch on the back of your neck.

doctor rapidly got to work. after running various tests she used your blood to create a cure. it’s temporary against the infection, but it helps keep it from doing extensive damage. it gave those who were previously hopeless a reason to be hopeful.

she was excited about the results and prepared to share them with the world.

once she’d gotten in touch with the others in her field, they said in order to make a viable cure for everyone you would have to die, which she did not agree with.

so she rushed back to the tower, closed the doors, and swore to never let you leave out of fear that others would hurt you. even after you’d grown older. even after a cure had been fashioned years later from a mystery flower. even after the apocalypse had been declared over and it was semi safe to leave again. you would never leave. and she was confident that you’d never try to, until…

“are you excited for you birthday tomorrow, flower?” doctor asks as she walks into the lounge area. you were sat in the corner knitting a scarf out of yarn you’d fashioned from leaves. “i am actually. i’m more excited about the possibility of-“

“leaving to see the festival?” she finishes your sentence. you huff. “doctor, please. i look outside of my window and i see people laughing and lights shining just down the mountain. i know that a settlement is out there. have you still not checked it out?”

“no i haven’t checked it out and i’m not going to. i told you it’s probably fires started to control a large population of infected.” her tone is stern. she has checked already, it is a settlement.

you slump down in a chair next to her, hands clasped together. bottom lip sticking out. “please. please! atleast promise you’ll check on your next trip.”

she looks over at your face and smiles. “fine. we’re running out of supplies anyway. i’ll check on my trip tommorow, would that make you happy?”

“very.” you respond, smiling.

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a loud clanking is heard from underneath the tower followed by a string of curses. “doctor?” you call out. your heart begins to race. what if she’s hurt again and she needs help? or more of the cure? you quickly turn the knob and listen as her footsteps get closer.

then you hear her speak and it is definitely not doctor. you hide behind the entrance, a frying pan in hand as it was the closest thing to you. you watch as the woman steps up and looks around. breathing heavily with dirt all over her. before she can turn around, you knock her hard on her head.

[areeeee-k]

(♀️) Every princess needs a prince, but is it not the witch who sets the fairytale into motion (lol the princess au continues)

[a-small-writer-in-a-big-world]

something for the knight!price x princess!reader that I had to write before I went to bed

How could he do this to you? Were you not important enough to be informed by him personally or did you have to be told by every servant you had come across that the knights were leaving today?

You stomped through the courtyard of the castle, unable to keep yourself as composed as you should've. You weren't sure why you were angry, this wasn't uncommon, in fact the knights were more than often gone from the kingdom than they were at the castle and yet you couldn't help but feel hurt.

It was because you would be stuck at the castle, having no one to escort you anywhere when the knights were gone, leaving you in a horrible state of boredom.

You had the right to know you were going to be left alone and that had to be the only reason why you were so angry.

"You were going to leave without saying anything to me." You snapped when you found him, Sir Price, captain of the knights of the royal family, getting his horse ready in the stables.

"I didn't think it mattered, your highness." Price glanced at you with his usual scowl, the one he always had on his face when he looked at you. "I thought you would've loved to see me leave."

"Of course I am happy but I have a right to be told when my bodyguard is leaving."

Price rolled his eyes and you scoffed. He continued to pack his things away on his horse without looking at you, which made you want to stomp your foot on the ground.

"What am I supposed to do while you're gone?" You wondered and he shrugged.

"What you do everyday, your highness," He looked back at you with a smug smile. "Nothing."

"Oh, funny."

You crossed your arms and watched as he finished packing everything away onto his horse.

A pit fell into your stomach as you watched him ready his horse. He was leaving and you should be happy about it. You should be happy that he was no longer breathing down your neck and watching your every move. You'd have little freedom, unable to go where you pleased but at least you wouldn't have to deal with his snarky comments or jokes.

Yet you wondered if maybe this would be the last time you'd ever get to see him. Maybe this would be the last time you'd ever hear his gruff voice or see his beautiful blue eyes.

You detested him and yet the thought of never seeing him again made your stomach turn.

"You will come back." You demanded and when he didn't say anything you balled your hands into fists. "Tell me you will come back."

Price looked at you with slight confusion. His eyes bounced around your face and you watched the way they softened, the crease in his brow disappearing while he gripped the reins tightly.

He stared at you in silence for a long moment and his breathing became heavier.

Your mouth felt dry under his intense gaze and you felt the need to look away from him as heat washed over you. It was too much and you clasped your hand in front of you as you swallowed hard.

"If you don't, I think I'll be stuck inside the castle forever." You told him weakly.

When you glanced back at him, he sucked in his lips and averted his gaze from you. You watched he rubbed his chin before he nodded.

"I'll come back to you."

Your breath hitched in your throat.

To you...

Oh.

You didn't have faith in your voice so you only nodded. You watched as he wrapped the reins around his hand and his face fell back into that scowl you had grown accustomed to.

"Now, if your highness allows it, I must be going." Price gave you a look and you rolled your eyes.

"Go." You dismissed him with a wave.

Price bowed his head and turned, waking away with his horse in tow. He didn't look back at you, even when you followed him from behind at a distance.

You watched him mount his horse and join the other knights who were waiting for him, unable to take your eyes off him as the pit in your stomach grew larger. You weren't sure how long he'd be gone for, but you hope it wouldn't be a year or longer.

You're not sure if you'd survive.

As the knights rode towards the front gates, Price turned back and saw you. He didn't wave or indicate that he saw you, though he knew you saw him look back when you raised a hand to wave.

Oh, how you hate one another.

A/N: short makes no sense but here

[boojangs]

You, Me, Us: Chapter 16

To Dance With Wolves: Chapter 31

Two for Tripping (Into Love): Chapter 8

The Gothification of Enid Sinclair

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The princess au continued

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Royalty AU. Princess and Knight

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A sad Prince and her bone empress. 👑

[invivoinsomnium]

Sometimes I think about a modern forced pregnancy monarchy. The young princess has not married but the government has decided it's time for a new generation to be born. It's announced the princess's royal reproductive organs all belong to the government and they'll use it publicly. They invite men all over the kingdom to make a donation at clinics to ensure their samples are safe for the princess and when determined acceptable, the samples will be mixed in all together for fairness (of course politicians, rich nobles or just incredibly handsome individuals allowed to make more then one deposit) The princess's cycle is publicly being announced until she's fertile. Then on national TV, she's artificially inseminated with possibly hundreds of potential fathers and will be every day until the fertile window closes. Then next few weeks the nation holds its breath as they wait for news of conception. The news of a conception has every one breaking out in a days long celebration. From then on the public knows everything about the pregnancy, all medical exams are conducted on national media where everyone can watch. When the princess goes into labor it becomes a surprise national holiday as everyone is glued to the birth of the next generation. Everyone congratulates the princess on a successful birth. Ignoring her tears, swearing and restraints holding her in place, just as they have since she was inseminated all those months ago.

I actually really like this idea. I'm personally a fan of medieval breeding of a princess, especially against her will and as a way to achieve an heir, so this is a really interesting twist on that. Plus with all the advances in medicine the public certainly wouldn't miss out on any part of the pregnancy.

I kindsa imagine them selling the ultrasounds as a type of merch and the public placing bets on what she was having.

I love the concept of her being restrained during the birth and it being film, but I also wonder, what if they invited special guests to witness the birthing live as well? Though I do have two questions; firstly, is the father of the baby crowned king and are theyforced to marry or whenever she is capable is she bred, again and again? Overall Anon I do love this fantasy...

[iad0ru]

Sweet Secret

Pairing - Princess!Wonyoung x princess!reader

W.C: 1.4k

Warnings: the smallest implication of homophobia

This ball was not the place for you. Your feet ached from your heels, you ribs strained against the corset, your skull pounded with a headache at the bright lights and loud chattering. It was a celebration of the illustrious princess' 18th birthday.

Of course, as with any royal family, this was something to be celebrated with no expense spared. Everything was decked in white, pink, and diamonds. Her parents had invited every royal family in the kingdom, including a few from outside of the kingdom, but only those with eligible bachelors for sons.

Being of noble blood, your family was invited, and your father was delighted at the prospect. You had a brother, just a year older than you, and thus, only a year older than the princess. You however, were not so excited. 

No one had ever seen this princess, with only rumors of her beauty and politeness to go off of. Why would someone be so excited to meet and marry someone they had never met?

Stepping away from the wall, you dragged your feet on the way to the food table, grabbing a glass of wine and sipping lightly at it. Cringing at the taste, you just hoped that you'd be able to ignore it long enough to numb the pain in feet, ribs, and head. 

From behind you, there was a lull in the music, and quiet feel over the previously booming ballroom. Turning around in confusion, you looked up at the balcony, where everyone else was staring. Standing there was the King and Queen of the land, proud smiles on their faces, and with a loving look to each other, they stepped to the side.

Stepping between them was a figure dressed in mainly white, with the long ballgown fading into pink at the end. A stunning diamond tiara was placed securly on her head, matching with the diamong necklace resting on her sharp collarbones. 

Smiling down at the crowd, she picked a long, dainty hand to wave and performed a small curtsy. The crowd erupted into cheers and after she walked down the flight of stairs to the ground floor, the music and dancing started back up again. 

The princess weaved through the crowd, an effortless dance as the reflective lights made her glow. She seemed to be headed towards the food table, which made you panic at the thought of conversation and turn away, busying yourself with your wine.

A gentle hand made its way onto your shoulder and you had to stop yourself from screaming. Whipping around, your wide eyes locked with the princess' gentle ones. She gave you a deep curtsy, and when she rose back up, she introduced herself,

"My name is Jang Wonyoung, it's very nice to meet you...", she trailed off, waiting for you to finish her sentence by introducing yourself. Scrambling to remember your manners, you curtseyed back, telling her your name,

"I'm ___, it's nice to meet you, too. Happy birthday, by the way!", you said, motioning to the bustling room in her honor. She smiled, but her smile didn't reach her eyes,

"Thank you, truly. But if you don't mine me telling you, I personally think that this is too much. It's just a birthday, I don't see why I should be dressed like I'm meeting the Pope for a passage into adulthood.", she said, words spilling out her mouth faster than she could control. 

Slapping a hand over her mouth, she bowed her head in apology,

"I'm sorry, I've said too much!", she said, averting her deep brown eyes, eyebrows pulling up in the middle. You smiled at her, understanding where she was coming from, seeing as your family did something similar when you had turned 18. 

"It's alright, Princess. You haven't offended me, and there isn't anyone listening to get offended, either.", you said, smiling up at the taller girl, "Besides, you look beautiful. And that is certainly deserving of some flaunting."

Wonyoung's cheeks bloomed with pink, the color standing out greatly against her pale complexion. She stuttered for a second but managed out a squeak of a 'thank you'.

Refilling your glass, you lifted it toward her, sending her a coy wink as you drank from the glass, the blood red liquid staining your lips. Wonyoung almost choked on her spit, but she didn't because she wanted to look good in front of you.

You were like a breath of fresh air. You treated her like a normal person and not someone to treat like glass, avoiding certain words or phrases, avoiding her eyes. You didn't care about her position, you were just here to have fun.

"Hey, do you-", you were cut off by your father walking up to you, fixing you with a look that told you quite clearly to leave. So, bowing your head towards Wonyoung, you go to make your leave.

But, her hand holding on to your flared sleeve cuff stops you in your tracks. Wonyoung's doe-eyed gaze meets your curious one. You father gives you another scathing look, but he allows it, not wanting to seem rude in front of the party's host. 

"Princess Jang, I'd like too introduce you to my son, Seobin", he said, his fake charming grin on his face. Seobin, your older brother, bowed deeply, a smile on is face, but a bored look in his eyes. Your brother wasn't one to settle down, or stick with one girl for long. He often went around, sleeping with random girls and coming home late at night. Something you doubt Wonyoung would appreciate.

Locking eyes with your brother, you shook your head 'no' subtly. He only blinked in your direction, but there was understanding in his gaze. He may not have been the best older brother, or person in general, but he cared about you. More than anything.

Stepping closer to Wonyoung, you brushed your hand over the back of hers, making her look at you from the corner of her eye. You motioned towards the garden outside with a tilt of your head, and she smildd nodding, allowing you to step away from the conversation and out of the back doors.

The garden was lit up with lanterns, silk streamers strung through the trees. There were a few people milling about, but the further you ventured into the garden, the less people there were. Settling down on a bench, you smoothed your pale pink dress down, adjusting your satin choker to make sure the pearl situated in the center was visible.

A fair few moments later, you hear your name being called. Wonyoung's soft voice echoes throughout the empty garden, making you stand up and walk to greet her.

Her face lights up at the sight of you, her almost tripping over herself to grab your hands.

"Oh, my fair maiden! It has only been a few hours, and I already can not bare to be parted from you for long! Promise me that even after this is over, you'll still come see me? Even just think about me?", she said, hands moving from yours to your upper arms. 

You were taken aback, not expecting the sudden confession, but you smiled anyways,

"Princess Jang Wonyoung, I'll be the happiest maiden in all the lands to see your heavenly face even just once more after this night.", you replied, pulling her arms off your shoulders and pulling her into your arms. Her lengthy arms wrapped around your midsection. 

Pulling away slightly, the tall girl placed her forehead on yours, eyes opening to look at you,

"My sweet secret, indulge me in this shared deception, and grant me your lips on mine.", she whispered, making you smile again, closing your eyes and pressing your lips to hers. 

The night ended with tender kisses and teary goodbyes, as well as a secret promise to remain by each other's side, no matter the man they were with. 

On the carriage ride home, you could only look out the window and wish you were back in your lover's arms, turning your pretty faces away from the 'high society'  you lived in, and live in peace with her for the rest of your days.

[auideas]

Hello! So basically I was wondering if you had an idea for a prince/princess x knight with the enemies to lovers trope :)

Both Character A and B grew up together as children in the lower class. While Character B had always admired the knights, the palace, and the royal family, Character A hated the entire concept and rejected their existence...that is, until one day where guards burst into Character A's small home and take Character A to the palace. Evidently, their true parentage was realized, and the royal bastard needed to be transported to the palace immediately. Character B is stunned to see a struggling Character A being swept off to the distant castle and make it their life's mission to get to that same palace. Maybe Character B loved the royals at one point, but now they kidnapped their best friend -- it was so on.

'Knights for Hire' is a shady service, but it was all that was available to guard the royal family during the tournament in which their own knights were participating. Needless to say, the knights were less than professional.

Rather than allowing their favorite knight (Character B) to die, the prince/princess (Character A) leaves the palace and rides to the next kingdom to meet with their physician; when they get there, though, Character A finds Character B already in the medical bay, seemingly having been taken by Character A's least favorite knight (Character C) who just stared at them with a smirk that said "ha, beat you here."

"Rule #1 about saving the prince/princess: don't talk about saving the prince/princess. They would prefer to stay locked up in chains and tortured than admit even for a second that they couldn't get themselves out of their predicament if they really wanted to. And they have. Too many times." AU

Long lost prince/princess Character A has been trained to be an assassin during the few years they were kidnapped and brainwashed; now, they purposefully allowed themselves to be "found" in order to infiltrate the palace and kill the king. Their childhood best friend and now Captain of the King's Guard Character B was thrilled to have found Character A, but they don't seem to be acting like themselves.

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Princess dreammmm ☀️

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The vers by me

[beforeimdeceased]

ENTANGLED IN YOU — FLOWER KNOWS BEST!

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ellie williams x reader

a/n: this is definitely something! idk do you guys like dialogue heavy parts? i wanted it to feel very tense and rushed like it would in a scene. whatever this is just for fun!

tags: @onlinelesbo, @seraphicsentences

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“holy fuck! holy fuck.”

“shit.”

you both scream out in terror at the sight of each other. before you, the freckle faced woman is tied to a chair with rope. eyebrows furrowed as she regains consciousness and realizes where she is.

“who are you? are you looking for the cure?” you point the pan at her, using it to size her up.

“this has got to be some kind of sick fucking joke. cure? who are you?”

“i asked you first.” you reply snarkily, holding the pan closer to her face.

she struggles with the rope a bit, reaching for the switchblade that’s usually in her pocket. once she realizes it’s gone, she visibly becomes angry. “i’m a person who wants to get out of these fucking ropes.”

you back away a little bit, putting the pan down. her face softens as she studies yours. it’s clear that you’re just scared. more than she is. you look around for a pair of scissors.“i thought you were someone else.”

“someone else, huh? i’d hate to see what you do to them.” she slumps further in the chair, surrendering to the restraints.

“where are you coming from? i thought that everyone out there was infected.”

“how long have you been up here? infected have been dying out since the cure was created. there are settlements everywhere.”

“i knew it was a settlement! the one with the festival lights.”

“yes. alot of them have those.” she deadpans.

you revel in excitement and prepare to rapid fire questions, especially ones about the cure she mentioned, but you’re interrupted by the sound of doctor calling from below. you look at the mystery woman, and she looks at you. before she can scream for help you jump on her. the two of you fall to the ground with your hand on her mouth. she licks it, causing you to give her a disappointed look.

“if she finds you here she will kill you. you need to-“

“flower!”

“you need to shut up. i’ll hide you in my room. please, don’t make any noise.” you plea.

you look into her eyes, an iridescent verdant, light shining into them. they meet yours and she sees you. all your fear and confusion. she nods, and you lift her up, dragging her into your room.

“flower? flower!”

“coming!”

the world begins to move in slow motion. possibilities unraveling themselves in your mind. you pull the lever, and put on your best inconspicuous smile.

“did you check on the lights?” you rush.

“no hello? don’t be rude flower i-“

“hello. did you check the lights, doctor?”

she lets out a deep breath, looking over at you with compassion and sadness in her eyes. “i did. i understand you were excited but i was right. nothing out there but remains and infected. no viable life except for the land.”

you don’t know what to say. you’re not sure if she’s aware or if she’s lying to you. the former is somewhat comforting but you’re leaning towards the latter, following a feeling in your gut.

her watch goes off and she rushes to hug you. “i’m sorry sweetheart, i have to go again. i’ll be back in three days time. i promise, i’ll make this birthday extra special.” she places a kiss on your forehead and quickly rushes back down the tower.

you have to stand with yourself. soaking in the moment. questioning the person you’ve been with your entire life and putting their word against the stranger you just met. a series of scenarios running through your mind-

“where’s my switchblade?” the mysterious woman interrupts.

“fuck- sorry. i forgot you were here.”

you watch as she rubs her wrists. you always did tie terrible knots.

“you forgot i was here? you tied me up and told me your friend was going to kill me if i didn’t stay quiet.”

you shake your head. “we don’t have to go over the details. i’m sorry. i hid it somewhere.”

“well, can i have it back?”

the gears begin to turn in your mind. cooking up an idea so cartoonishly that you can swear a lightbulb formed over your head.

“i will give you back your knife-“

“switchblade.”

“whatever. i will give it back if you take me to see the lights.”

“i could just kill you.”

“and you’ll leave without your knife-“

“switch. blade.”

“because i’ve hidden it where you’ll never be able to find it.”

she rolls her eyes. “seriously?”

you inch closer to her. “please. i promise i’ll give it back to you, i never break a promise. i just need to see the outside world. i’ve never been allowed to leave this place.”

she stares at you for a moment. eyeing you up and down. “did you hit me over the head with a frying pan?”

you suck your teeth, crossing your arms and huffing. “listen. i will give you whatever you want and more if you show me the festival lights .”

“they’re normal lights?” she corrects.

you can feel your patience waning. “i should’ve kept you tied up and taped your mouth shut.”

“i should just kill you.”

“no!” you shake your head rapidly “please. what’s your name? doctor calls me flower. what’s your name?”

she hesitates. “ellie.”

“ellie. it’s nice to meet you ellie.” you smile but she’s not in the mood.

“i will give you back all your stuff, some paintings and sweaters i’ve made. even a portion of a cure doctor made using my blood if you-“

“your blood?”

“yes, i’m immune. i actually shouldn’t even be telling you that…”

everything else is a blur for ellie. thoughts race through her mind as she realizes the seriousness of what you’ve just confessed. and she thought she was the only one.

“okay. fine, whatever. i’ll take you to see the ‘lights’ and then when i bring you back you give me my stuff. and the cure.”

this is an offer you can’t refuse. a chance at uncovering the truth. an opportunity to explore the world in a way you never had before. and you must make it there and back in three days time.

“deal.”

[areeeee-k]

(♀️) There's something so yummy about witches x princesses

[annadoingshitpoorly]

WHAT IF I SAID...

KNIGHT ABBY X CHUBBY PRINCESS READER WAS GETTING ITS PART 2?

AND ITS SMUTTY.

(reqs are open too)

read part one here

Part two is out as well btw…

[boojangs]

Three for the price of One

You, Me, Us: Chapter 15

To Dance with Wolves: Chapter 29

Two for Tripping (Into Love): Chapter 6

Last time, I gave you my soul. This time I gave you my heart.

Enjoy.

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🫐🍓 Princess Pav ❤️🧁

Em but like... as a princess in a princess/royalty AU?? I thought of this idea while I was sketching Em in some new possible outfits I was playing around with big puffy dresses and my mind went, Oof hang on, what if we base this dress on a pavlova, better yet, what if Em was in a princess AU?

so,,, i pushed this one out of of my creative brain, She's sweet,,, (literally) she will provide you with all the sweetness in the world,,, I'm happy with the overall design ❤️🫶