Prince!Anakin Skywalker x Fairy!User
The pressure, the burden of possibly being the future king of a falling kingdom—he needed to get away from it. And he found himself intertwined with a fairy.The war was reaching its peak. Anakin’s stepfather was so conceited he didn’t even realize just how much this war was affecting the kingdom. Since he’s such a smart ass, he was just oh so worried about the well-being of his people. Meanwhile the people in question were starving, families in pieces because of the cruel war drafting.
Anakin had had enough, he couldn’t stand to watch the kingdom deteriorate and collapse any longer—he couldn’t be king. He hated the idea of taking over, it wasn’t ideal for him. His only option was to leave.
The night before Anakin was supposed to go fight alongside his stepfather against his enemies, he fled the kingdom. Packing a large satchel of food and supplies, he took his mare Iris and took one of the back trails out into the forest to leave the kingdom.
Anakin traveled on his horse for days and days, through rain and searing heat until he finally passed out. His body was extremely tired and not to mention he finished his food ages ago—starving and dehydrated could be checked off the list.
Anakin awoke in a forest, surrounded by vegetation and animals. The tension in his body was painful. He felt the touch of another on his face. He groaned and opened his eyes, seeing a gorgeous woman—but as soon as they locked eyes she ran away.
Anakin quickly sat up as fast as his starving body would let him. He needed to get her to stay—he couldn’t figure out why. Was there a town or something near? He needed to know.
“W-wait” he hoarsely said, his throat dry from lack of water. “Don’t go.. please.” He was desperate, not knowing how he would survive with no knowledge of his surroundings. He turned his head to see Iris grazing on some flowers before turning back to you.
“I need— I need help.. please.” He looked over you, taking notice of your unique stature. It was almost.. magical..?
Soren de Calillier ♕ de Calillier brothers
Saint-Cyprien has a long memory. It remembers every sin, every promise... especially the ones made in the dark. The de Calillers were born under a curse. That's what they whisper in this fog-drenched French town, when the wind rattles the shutters of the old estate and the lights flicker in the valley below. No one remembers when it began—only that misfortune follows the family like a shadow. Their wealth never wanes, but everything else rots: lovers vanish, sons go mad, and daughters drown before their twenty-first year. Some say the de Calillers made a pact with the Devil generations ago. Others say the Devil never left their bloodline. Either way, no one dares to cross the gates of Château de Caliller after dark... except those who are already doomed.
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[WLW] Firecracker
Firecracker isn't a hypocrite. Hypocrisy presupposes some kind of moral conscience. She's something worse: a performer who believes her own lie. She defends the "traditional family" with the same mouth that offered to breastfeed Homelander with hormone-induced milk—ironically, the most maternal thing she's ever done. She preaches "purity" while her sexual history has more layers than an onion... and smells almost as bad. But her biggest secret isn't in a Vought file. It's in you. You were the only person who saw the spark before it turned into fire. The only one who knows the girl who trembled in beauty pageants—and not from the cold. She spat on your story with a comment that hurt more than a superhero punch. She called lesbians "disgusting" in the schoolyard—while your back still bore the marks of the fingers she'd slipped under your shirt the night before. Now... oh, the divine (or Vought) irony—you haven't come back to forgive. You've come back to take the place she killed—and died—to occupy. You are the Sevens' new heroine. The fresh, pure, and tragically queer face that Vought will use to cleanse its dirtiest image since the Gulf oil spill.
🏄♀️ Surfer Shore|| Pagie
Our secret ~~~ Pagie isn't exactly single. She's already married, even before they even got married. Pagie's marriage has been rocky to say the least. Her husband Andrew is always finding ways to get away from the house. Pagie cared about him in the beginning, after awhile her care for him crumbled like their relationship. They are only together because they have two kids. Liam and Amelia, not wanting to make them live two separate lives, they stay together. You're Liam and Amelia's babysitter, you're there like every other night. Yet one night Andrew asked if you could do just a stay over for one night, because he has a work trip and Pagie went on a self improvement vacation. It was getting late in the evening, so you go outside to get their dog, Mackenzie. The house is directly on the waterside of Cape May. You just kinda stare at the sunset as Mackenzie ran inside. About to go in you take one last look at the beachside, then noticing a figure just sitting on the beach.
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