"I don't want normal, and easy, and simple. I want painful, difficult, devastating, life-changing, extraordinary love." ~ Olivia Pope // Hence, I fangirl on epic loves: #Olitz, #Wonderbat, #Zutara, #OutlawQueen, #ColeTurnerXPhoebeHalliwell, with a side of a multitude of cute ships.
Jacob Romero Gibson absolutely crushed it as Usopp in the live action not only in season one but especially in season two. The way he captures Usopp's personality and feelings, his fear and anxiety with fighting but also his confidence and gusto when telling stories is just so amazing and I need to see more people talk about him. I couldn't have asked for a better Usopp!!!
Prince Friedrich returns to London and meets Edwina Sharma, now a brilliant scholar.
What begins as mutual curiosity turns into a love that defies tradition and redefines royalty.
The Crown & the Quill
Rising political journalist Edwina Sharma interviews Prince Friedrich during a tense state visit.
Their undeniable chemistry sparks scandal and forbidden romance.
Together, they redefine tradition and power through love and courage.
A Royal Arrangement
Prince Friedrich needs a “normal” girlfriend to improve his public image.
Edwina agrees to play the part for a few months.
Pretending turns into real love neither expected.
Hii 👋🏾 if you are still taking requests for the touch prompts, I'd love to see 33 (kissing or hugs) with fredwina. good luck with the WIPs! Sending writing luck and energy 💖💖
33. Kissing it better
"Did you really duel Lord Carlisle?" Edwina demands from the doorway, hands on her hips. Her tone is more exasperated than angry, but still if anyone else were to hear her there would be more than a few raised eyebrows that she would dare to address a prince so casually.
Then again, if anyone else were here just the fact of Edwina's presence at such a late hour would cause a scandal and no amount of formality would save her.
It's a stupid risk to take, really, but she simply couldn't sit in her room and wait for tomorrow after she heard.
"It was not a duel," Friedrich replies mildly, but he doesn't rise to greet her or even turn his head from where he sits in a large leather armchair, facing the fireplace; all Edwina can see is one shoulder and the edge of his head, his golden curls limned with orange in the firelight. She frowns. "Officially, it was a friendly bout of fencing."
Edwina snorts quietly. From what she's heard, it very quickly became unfriendly.
"And unofficially?"
"Unofficially . . . I was giving him a lesson. One I trust he has learned."
A lesson, indeed.
Edwina moves further into the room, coming to a halt just behind his chair. Lifting a hand, she reaches as though to touch his shoulder but stops short, nerves twisting in her stomach. Why won't he look at her?
"What lesson was it you felt he needed, if I may ask?"
There's a pause before Friedrich says, "That you are to be respected, or there will be consequences."
It's both the answer she had hoped for and feared. A part of had wondered if she was thinking too much of herself, to wonder if it had been because of her - but what else could it have been? It's only been two days since Lord Carlisle insulted her at Lady Trowbridge's ball with his crass insinuations about her failure of a wedding. Could he really have done something to insult Friedrich that badly in the time since?
Her heart seems to swell and beat a little faster in her chest, but at the same time a twinge of annoyance ripples through her.
"That's very noble of you, but you really shouldn't have bothered. Carlisle's comments would have been forgotten by next week but people will talk about this. For days. It will almost certainly be in Whistledown. You know that, don't you?"
"I do not care what your Whistledown prints. I do not understand why everybody else does so much. Even my aunt. It is ridiculous, and I have told her such."
He's still not looking at her. Scowling, Edwina marches around the chair.
"That is not the point, and you know - oh!"
Her stomach drops.
Friedrich has tried to turn his face away but too late, and winces when he realises she's seen. There is a long thin cut running down the side of his left cheek - made with a fencing foil, she assumes - but that is nothing compared to the spectacular bruising he is sporting. His left eye is blackened, his cheek swollen. It will take days, weeks maybe, for it all to fade.
"Friedrich -"
"Do not worry, schatz. It looks worse than it is. Nothing is broken. And you should see Carlisle."
She's really not sure she wants to, although she will admit a small, vengeful part feels a twist of satisfaction at the idea. (Well. Perhaps not so small. Edwina has learned this past year that she's rather good at holding grudges.)
"Have you seen a doctor?"
"Of course."
She sighs. "Freddie. You shouldn't have done it."
He raises an eyebrow (only to immediately looks like he regrets it). "I was not going to do nothing."
"I'm sure there are other ways you could have handled it. Less violent ways," she says pointedly.
Friedrich muses over this for a moment, laying his chin on his palm. A book lies discarded in his lap that he must have been reading before she came in, and he sets it aside on a small end table stood by the chair.
"Perhaps there were," he concedes. "But I thought this was the way he would pay the most attention to. And I will admit, it made me feel a little better as well."
"Better about what?"
He meets her gaze solemnly, the dim lighting making his blue eyes seem almost black.
"About the fact that I cannot do anything else. That I cannot change why he felt entitled to make such remarks to begin with."
Brow furrowing in confusion, Edwina gives a little shake of her head. "I don't understand."
"I cannot go back in time and change what happened to you last year," Friedrich explains, his smile soft and sad and terrible. "I cannot undo the things that make it so hard for you to let me get close to you. I cannot call out those responsible now without making things worse. I cannot stop people thinking the things they do - but at least now some might think twice before saying anything."
As he speaks Edwina's vision blurs and she realises with a start that it's because tears are gathering along her lashes. Her heart swells again, and she doesn't think her body is big enough to contain all she's feeling; it's like she might come apart at the seams any moment.
"You still shouldn't have done it," she says, blinking the tears away before they fall and embarrass her. "You do not need to fix all that is broken for me."
He shrugs. "I may not need to, but I want to."
He says it so simply, as if it were the easiest thing in the world. But Edwina has been piecing herself back together for a year and she knows it is not. She has cut herself to bloody ribbons doing it, shard by jagged shard, and she is terrified that if she lets Friedrich try she will only end up wounding him as well.
(What terrifies her more is that despite that, she still wants to let him try.)
". . . . I am grateful for that."
He cocks his head towards her, mischief suddenly glimmering in his eyes. "You know, if you are truly grateful, schatz, you might show it by kissing my wounds better. It would help them heal faster, I am sure."
The strange, tense thread coiling around her snaps. Edwina lets out a sound of amused disbelief, and rolls her eyes.
"Hmph. I can I see you really are well, then. Which is what I wanted to assure myself of - so I will take my leave, Your Highness, and hurry home before anyone realises I am gone."
"So cruel," Friedrich sighs. "Very well, meine Liebe, I shall see you tomorrow and you may scold me in public so everyone knows you disapprove, if you wish."
"Don't think I won't."
She leaves him chuckling and starts towards the door, but halfway there pauses, hesitates, her heart thudding against her ribs -- then turns and practically runs back.
Friedrich has picked his book back up again and looks up in surprise when Edwina suddenly appears around the side of his chair again. His eyes widen further when she gently cups his face with one hand and leans down to softly kiss the wound on his cheek and his blackened eye. They are only gossamer-light kisses, her lips barely brushing the skin for fear of hurting him further, but she feels each one through her entire body.
When she pulls back Friedrich is staring up at her, expression awed and wondering, looking at her in a way no one else ever has and which makes it difficult to breath.
"Just in case," she whispers, and starts to leave again, but Friedrich grabs her hand and stops her.
"You forgot one," he tells her. "I also cut my lip."
Before she can say anything, his hand is tangled in her hair and his mouth is pressed to hers.
His lips are soft and warm, and taste faintly of the brandy he must have been drinking before she arrived. They move slowly against hers, drawing out this single, brief, stolen kiss as long as possible, and when he draws back she feels seared down to the bone, and oh, but she wants so much more.
There's a glint in his eye that tells her he knows that.
"I don't see a cut," she tells him archly, glancing down at his lips to avoid his gaze, trying it ignore the fact that she is blushing furiously.
Friedrich just grins as he lets her go. "Of course not. You kissed it better."
"You're terrible. Do you know that?"
"Perhaps. But you love me, nonetheless."
She doesn't answer, just throws him a look. But as she heads to the door she can't help thinking that he's right - she does love him. She really, really does.
jurassic park in the books: science science oh no dinosaurs science
jurassic park in the movies: science (but less) oh no dinosaurs
jurassic world in the movies: oh no dinosaurs who couldve predicted that this would backfire? *ignores the obvious warnings from the last failed park*
jurassic world in the tv shows: corrupt billionaires around the world are trafficking dinosaurs through underground systems and the only ones who can save them are these six depressed teens
I love Vivi. I love her so much. I can't wait for her to meet up with the crew again & be a key player in the final saga & spend some time with our MC's, but I do think people tend to ignore a key reason why Vivi will most likely never be an offical Strawhat.
Vivi already has a crew. Her people. With the country their ship, & she their Captain.
Vivi is a member of the D clan. Has a D ever worked under another D before? (I'm actually not quite sure lol) They are leaders not followers. They're a group of people whose will seems to surpass all others & lets them do impossible things.
What does Vivi, as a D, pour all of her energy Into? How does she funnel this will of hers & what drives her ambition?
Her Country.
Albasta is Vivi's true love. Her passion & her dreams have always been tied to her position as princess & future queen of her country. Her commitment to her duty is one of the most defining traits of her character. It's also what paints her as such an amazing & wonderful person to those around her.
She IS a princess. NOT a pirate. In the same way Luffy will always be a pirate & not a marine. In the same way Sanji is not a royal or a Vinsmoke despite his blood. You cannot take them out of their environment forever. Pirates belong at sea & monarchs with their people.
No matter how much she will miss the precious friends she made along the way. No matter how fun her adventures on the sea were. When given her one & only chance to leave it all behind forever what does she decide?
She decides to stay. Their paths in life no longer allow them to be together. Despite forming a life long bond.
Now I don't think this means she will never ever set foot on a pirate ship again. Just because she is a princess does not mean she is any less Nakama to them. Or that she can never sail with them once more if the need arises. Luffy & crew have all but said they will always think of her as part of their group. That they will always be there for her.
And Oda is very obviously setting up a reunion. It is only a matter of time before their paths cross again.
However, I do not believe any reunion will be a permanent situation. Vivi is currently on the run from the government, but Alabasta still stands. She will find a way to get back safely to her country & the Strawhats might even be the reason she can return home. Maybe we'll get one last adventure with her. Some new memories to hold onto, but at the end of the day Vivi's future lies with her country & with her people. After all—
Nefertiti Vivi. Everyone's favorite princess. Future Queen of Alabasta. Member of the D clan. Honorary Strawhat # 5.5. Forever the almost pirate.
Rapunzel: I've been looking out of a window for eighteen years, dreaming about what I might feel like when those lights rise in the sky. What if it's not everything I dreamed it would be?
Flynn: It will be.
Rapunzel: And what if it is? What do I do then?
Flynn: Well, that's the good part I guess. You get to go find a new dream.
been enjoying your bridgerton/edwina snippets. do you have a fic coming or do you have any recommendations?
Thank you! I am working (very slowly) on a fic but god knows when I'll finish it, so some recs to tide you over:
all the bright places by @phantomphaeton is one of my favourite edwina-centric fics, set post s2 and really delving into her hurt, anger and resentment over what happened
their fic fear of god is also excellent, and also the only fic that has ever made me care about mr bagwell
anything by my girl @apinchofm is worth reading but I particularly love her fic price tag, and her ongoing edwina/friedrich arranged marriage au all shall be well, and I must shout her her great war series that she wrote for me!
fantasie in f minor is a cute edwina/friedrich oneshot that went up recently
never in my wildest dreams is a really cute edwina/oc fic
happy reading!
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