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forbidden love
an emattie fic
genre: fluff
warnings: i suck ass at writing, english isn't my first or second or third language (u get it my grammar is fucked), princess emmie x random servant girl attie, posted this in emmies inbox first but reposting here because why not
wc: 531
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the dinner table was silent except for the sound of silverware and glasses hitting the table. emmie sat regally, taking small bites of her food. the servants came bustling in and out, taking plates, glasses, dirty dish-ware and trash as the queen, king and princess ate. emmie watched one servant girl especially carefully. there was something different about her. the harsh hall lights hit her hair beautifully, making it glimmer. her eyes had a spark in them, the kind that would never be dulled. her clothes, old and ragged looked regal and proper on her. emmie was immediately hooked. who was she? why was she here? where could she talk to her?
that night, emmie lay, tossing and turning in bed, her hair splayed across the pillow. the girl was still on emmies mind. sleep wouldn't come to her, but the memories of the girl did. she slipped out of bed, slid into a robe and snuck out of her room silently.
emmie made her way through the dimly lit castle, her robe brushing the floor softly. nearly nobody was awake as it was almost 3am. but emmie was on a mission. one her parents would disapprove of, for sure. she was a princess. she wasn't supposed to be sneaking out. but she was, and all so she could sneak into the servant quarters of all places!
after almost 15 minutes of getting lost and taking the wrong turns, emmie found the quarters. it was a small closet built into the wall with a black door. emmie inched it open, seeing one person was awake. but something about the hair was familiar. alas, it was the girl from earlier. she gestured for emmie to sit with her on the bed.
"hello," emmie said softly.
"hello, your highness," the girl whispered.
emmie shook her head. "no need for formalities. emmie is fine."
"hi, emmie. i'm attie." the girl, attie, said smiling.
"attie." emmie tried out the name. it was rich and smooth, like butter and royal blood. (couldnt find another analogy my brain tweaked pretend it makes sense)
emmie and attie sat on atties flimsy bed for hours, taking until the sun began to rise.
"sorry for keeping you from sleep," attie muttered, blushing.
"its alright. i enjoyed talking to you," emmie said, head tilting down.
emmie and attie said their farewells, emmie sneaking back to her room and attie beginning for work.
this cycle continued for many months. slowly, emmie felt herself fall for attie, and attie felt herself learning to care deeper than friendship for emmie. one night, they sat, just as always.
"do you ever think of what more we could be?" emmie asked nervously, fidgeting with her rings.
"yes, but you're the princess, emmie. you're gonna have to marry a prince with money. your parents would never approve of us," attie said, worried.
"so? we could run away, start our own life, away from them. away from the responsibilities of this kingdom." emmie tilted her head as she talked.
"i'd like that," attie whispered, leaning closer to emmie.
emmie leaned in, their lips connecting in a slow kiss that nobody in the kingdom would ever know about.
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a/n: made this at 3:02 am running on coffee and chicken nuggets i lowk struggled with the last sentence i was cringing myself out idk how everyone else writes such nice kiss scenes. anyways lmk if. should pt2 and what should happen okay bai hope everyone enjoyed
@makeitworse @emmiesoverthemoon
insert creative title
genre: fluff (kissing)
warnings: i suck ass at writing i was bored and wanted to attempt this sorry if its shit, english isn't my first or second or third language (u get it my grammar is fucked), princess emmie x random servant girl attie (to contrast the other fic where attie was princess), guys this is some serious shit because like i locked in sorta
wc: idk like 5
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the dinner table was silent except for the sound of silverware and glasses hitting the table. emmie sat regally, taking small bites of her food. the servants came bustling in and out, taking plates, glasses, dirty dish-ware and trash as the queen, king and princess ate. emmie watched one servant girl especially carefully. there was something different about her. the harsh hall lights hit her hair beautifully, making it glimmer. her eyes had a spark in them, the kind that would never be dulled. her clothes, old and ragged looked regal and proper on her. emmie was immediately hooked. who was she? why was she here? where could she talk to her?
that night, emmie lay, tossing and turning in bed, her hair splayed across the pillow. the girl was still on emmies mind. sleep wouldn't come to her, but the memories of the girl did. she slipped out of bed, slid into a robe and snuck out of her room silently.
emmie made her way through the dimly lit castle, her robe brushing the floor softly. nearly nobody was awake as it was almost 3am. but emmie was on a mission. one her parents would disapprove of, for sure. she was a princess. she wasn't supposed to be sneaking out. but she was, and all so she could sneak into the servant quarters of all places!
after almost 15 minutes of getting lost and taking the wrong turns, emmie found the quarters. it was a small closet built into the wall with a black door. emmie inched it open, seeing one person was awake. but something about the hair was familiar. alas, it was the girl from earlier. she gestured for emmie to sit with her on the bed.
"hello," emmie said softly.
"hello, your highness," the girl whispered.
emmie shook her head. "no need for formalities. emmie is fine."
"hi, emmie. i'm attie." the girl, attie, said smiling.
"attie." emmie tried out the name. it was rich and smooth, like butter and royal blood. (couldnt find another analogy my brain tweaked pretend it makes sense)
emmie and attie sat on atties flimsy bed for hours, taking until the sun began to rise.
"sorry for keeping you from sleep," attie muttered, blushing.
"its alright. i enjoyed talking to you," emmie said, head tilting down.
emmie and attie said their farewells, emmie sneaking back to her room and attie beginning for work.
this cycle continued for many months. slowly, emmie felt herself fall for attie, and attie felt herself learning to care deeper than friendship for emmie. one night, they sat, just as always.
"do you ever think of what more we could be?" emmie asked nervously, fidgeting with her rings.
"yes, but you're the princess, emmie. you're gonna have to marry a prince with money. your parents would never approve of us," attie said, worried.
"so? we could run away, start our own life, away from them. away from the responsibilities of this kingdom." emmie tilted her head as she talked.
"i'd like that," attie whispered, leaning closer to emmie.
emmie leaned in, their lips connecting in a slow kiss that nobody in the kingdom would ever know about.
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a/n: made this at 3:02 am running on coffee and chicken nuggets i lowk struggled with the last sentence i was cringing myself out idk how everyone else writes such nice kiss scenes. anyways lmk if. should pt2 and what should happen okay bai hope everyone enjoyed
OH MY GOD ANOTHER ONE THIS WAS TOO GOOD @makeitworse
im loving this flux of fics… the people yearn to write yuri LSHAHAHHXHC
me searching high and low in my castle for my new wife
can you post the emattie fic again? i can't find ittt :)))
hi hi anon 🥰 it’s not here on my blog unfortunately (gotta let people think I’m sane until they dig a bit deeper) BUT I shall gladly link it here 🫶
what is having a best friend if not shared delusion
purely as reference for emattie fic accuracy who’s the top or is it just freakxfreak
i get hunted for sport and sexually punished by attie for even thinking of another being if that helps
important @ttturnitup input: they’re freak4freak. save me
this is for all the emattie shippers this is what we get up to when we see each other irl
oomfs emattie
if you gaf our spams are matching pfps now.. 🩷
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