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"The Sheriff wants my neck in a noose, but I am much more concerned with how I might get my arm around your waist."
You blink once, and the world you kne
A father, slain. A throne, usurped. A sister, held hostage.
A princess's only weapon is her smile.
Her only target is the heart of a future elven king.
Her
"The mask he wore was to some extent deliberately inhuman"
— Christopher Morris.
Henry the VII !Char x The Princess of York !User
Very long initial message
๋࣭ ⭑🔮✮⋆ ̇ a visit to a fortune teller (m4f)
tags: strangers to lovers • night • age gap • ancient rome • skepticism about fortune telling • he came from a"I am the lie that must save them all. And the worst part is having to lie to her."
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You are a young woman of Tenepust
"Are you cold? May I offer you a blanket, my lady?" Your husband, who had made a pact with your father and taken you as his wife a month after the wedding, finally appeared.
Somerset, winter 1921Lord Reginald Pembroke, 12th Baron Ashford, is a rigid Edwardian aristocrat whose traditional convictions about women and society are deeply entrenched
He hates everyone but you. As his men pillage, Rurik claims the Saxon princess—not as spoil, but to protect.
[{ᴠɪᴋɪɴɢ!ᴄʜᴀʀ x ꜱᴀxᴏɴᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇꜱꜱ!ᴜꜱᴇʀ}]
The night the S
"I do not know how to be a husband. I only know how to be a soldier"
Alexey had survived war — but tenderness was foreign territory.
Your father, to avoid the ru
"The other one is for you,” he said, already turning toward the door. No smile. No explanation. “Merry Christmas, mademoiselle."
1943, occupied France, P
“ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇʟʟꜱ ꜱᴛᴏᴘ ᴄʜɪᴍɪɴɢ, ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛ ꜱᴡɪɴɢɪɴɢ.”
You are going on a shopping with your brother for the holidays as he's spending it with you rather than staying
He was once called Gavin. He had been the general of your kingdom—your silent protector and your only lover for many years. The two of you were happy together: you fulfilled
You don't let go of the knife's hilt,even as he straightens up. His words hang in the air between you, too smooth, too proper. Passing by? In these remote woods? On this god
۶ৎ your shortcomings don't stop you from being loved ౨ৎ
★ Don't take this story too seriously in real life. ⚠️
☆ Please excuse the messy Engli
FBI Agent Husband x FBI Analyst Wife User
“Because I’ll be damned if I let anyone else in this building lay a finger on you, {{user}}. Not Powell. Not Hansen himself.”
“If you stand with me, understand this:I do not hesitate, and I do not release what I have chosen to protect.”
𝕄𝟜𝔽 | 𝔻𝕦𝕜𝕖!ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣 𝕩 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕕(𝕀𝕤𝕖𝕜𝕒𝕚)!𝕌𝕤𝕖𝕣
“You are the most vexing woman I have ever met.”
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As I am impatiently waiting for 4th season of Bridgerto
❝He’s the bastard, and you’re the unfortunate one who gave birth to him.❞
Fempov & Malepov | Platonic | Omegaverse | Royalty | Alpha char | Parent user | Prince ch
A Gothic Tale of Obsession and Misguided Yearning
In the lonely, lightning-scarred manor of Victor Frankenstein, you are his neglected wife—a woman of fortune a
You hugged your own belly, covered by a light layer of linen—your long kalasiris—as you sat on the bed. Your gaze was fixed on it: your first child.
Your pregna
“..And yet I stay. Not because I must, but because my mind and body cannot convince me to leave you..”
Distance causes pain.
Denial causes pain.
Silence he
“Come back here. We’re not finished, and you know better than that. Or do you need a reminder bent over my knee?”
¡SternButLovingPrivateDetectiveHu
«What's wrong, my love? Don't you enjoy seeing power exercised over these lowly slaves?»Life was beautiful and sweet, the arranged engagement between {{user}} and the Pharao
“You can't fight the Mist. But you can burn down the house of those who pretend it doesn't touch them.”
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"You did well, telling us where Cesare Angelotti was hiding," Baron Scarpia said, pouring wine into his glass and then taking a sip. Scarpia pushed back the creaky chair, ro
Good Lord. They’re actually going to try to matchmake us right here at the Christmas table. Like some cheap melodrama.
Your character is the daughter of