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kittylover776 · 4 months

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Runaway Bride

Was inspired by @aellathedreamer‘s fan-fic, “Some Girls” and decided to do my own ‘what-if-scenario’, had Margaret and Edward gone through with the wedding (reluctantly), only for Margaret to get cold feet the last minute and deciding to bail, leaving Edward standing at the alter confused, but understanding as to why she did it.

This is just the first chapter of it. I’m still working on writing it and will most likely be making edits to this once it’s completed, but rest assured, it’s going to be an adventure. For Margaret especially. XD

Anyways, hope you enjoy this snippet of it!

And @aellathedreamer, this is for you! Your fan-fic was both emotional and awesome! 😁

Chapter 1

The sound of music filled Margaret’s ears as she stood firmly outside the wedding hall, eyes glued to the large wooden doors that sheltered her from the dozens of eyes awaiting her arrival, that including her husband-to-be, Prince Edward. After the truth was revealed to Edward, confessing of her switch with Stacy, the two begged his parents to call off the wedding, in which they refused. George was insistent they go through with the wedding, informing the two that it was their duty, while Caroline could only look away in shame. She could understand the duo’s plight, and while she was informed of the switch, she knew her husband was less than thrilled of the situation, and refused to let his son be married off to a commoner, let alone one from the states.

Edward had plighted to her mother, using any ounce of persuasion he could possibly muster.

“Please, Mother.” He gently begged. “You have to side with me on this!”

Caroline stayed silent, feeling her husband’s disapproving gaze towards her. She closed her eyes, not willing to see her son’s broken expression.

“This isn’t up for discussion, son. You both shall be married on Christmas Day, no exceptions.”

“But Stacy’s not just anyone! She brought out a side of me I didn’t know I had! She’s fun, organized, beautiful, and overall a good leader. I believe she would make for a fantastic ruler, if you just gave her a chance.”

His father shook his head. “I don’t know what’s come over you Edward, but I cannot let some random girl you recently met help rule our kingdom. She has no idea how the monarchy works, and has little to no experience with dealing with our people.”

Margaret decided to intervene. “Your Majesty, if you would please listen-“

“I’ve listened long enough.” The King remained firm. “And as for the little stunt you pulled, you should be grateful we’re being so lenient towards you. Do you have any idea the damage you and your supposed “doppelganger” caused?!” He asked indigently.

Margaret shrank a bit. “Well, I…I just-“

“I’m sure she’s well aware, Father.” Edward defended on her behalf, his tone rising just a tad. “Rest assured, we’ll be sure to apologize to everyone we deceived.”

“I deceived Edward.” The Duchess corrected. “Everyone, including you.”

“And us.” George corrected. “Which is why once the wedding is gone through, I expect you to make a public formal apology, is that understood?”

Margaret nodded obediently, her head hung low. “Yes, your Majesty.”

“Good. Now back onto the matter at hand.” He stared at them intently. “This wedding shall proceed, as it is the duty of both of you to unite our kingdoms. The King of Montenaro expects his niece to be wed, and we shall not disappoint him. The fate of this rests on you two.”

Edward wanted to argue more, he really did, but his fiancée placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, stopping him before doing so. “We understand, your Majesty.” She replied while looking towards Edward. “It’s our duty.” The prince noticed her eyes glossing over, the pained look she wore telling him they’re not going to win this. He clenched his fists, taking a deep breath, and looked back at his father.

“Fine.” Was all he could say before leaving the room, Margaret watching as he left.

Caroline finally turned towards the duchess, her own look not better.

“I’m truly sorry.” Her voice just barely above a whisper. “You know this is the right thing.”

Margaret nodded. “I know. Thank you…for at least hearing us out, your Majesty.” She gave a shaky bow before turning to leave as well.

To be honest, Caroline felt torn. She felt sympathy for her son, as well as Duchess Margaret, but in order to unite both Belgravia and Montenaro, the wedding must proceed. She turned towards George in a last attempt to pursue him.

“Dear, don’t you think you were a bit harsh?” She asked. “You saw how that girl was with him. She brought out the best in him! Perhaps if we gave this Stacy De Novo a chance, we-“

“Out of the question.” He raised a hand to stop her. “He hardly knows that girl. For all we know she could have been using him to inherit our fortune, and the last thing we need is a scandal on our hands.” George saw his wife deflate at that. Relaxing his features, he placed a hand atop hers. “Believe me, this is what’s best for both of them. The sooner they get on with it, the better it will be. He’ll eventually forget all about her and realize Margaret is a suitable partner for him. Just like how I thought the same thing about you.” He places a gentle kiss onto her knuckle, causing her to smile.

She sighed. “Perhaps you’re right, George.” The Queen coincided. “I only hope those two will recover. I can only imagine what they must be going through…”

With that, the following leads to where Margaret is now, standing outside the church doors with a sorrowful look upon her features. Her legs started to buckle from the heavy gown while her eyes struggled to see through the large veil on top of her head. Her breath hitched in her throat as she inevitably waited for her que to walk through those doors.

Donatelli suddenly came up behind her, making sure to do one last look-over before giving her away. “How are you feeling, your grace?” She asked, gently approaching her.

Margaret swallowed anxiously. “To be honest, I feel apprehensive about all of this.” She admitted. “This just…doesn’t feel right. Not anymore.” Her thoughts led her back the past few days, thinking of the wonderful moments she shared with Kevin Richards, and his daughter, Olivia. She missed the time they spent together, whether it be singing Christmas carols in Town Square, to having a snowball fight, even watching a movie together. Of course, she couldn’t forget her and Kevin’s first kiss, the way their lips melted together so perfectly, so effortlessly, as if they were meant to be together. She regretted the way she had ended things with him, to tell him to forget the kiss had even happened. She knew she couldn’t damage Stacy and Kevin’s friendship, but what they shared during those last few days were some of the greatest moments of her life, and she would never forget them.

Margaret formed a loving smile as she held a hand over her heart. “A part of me wishes Kevin was standing at the alter and not Edward.”

Donatelli formed a sad smile of her own. “You miss him, don’t you?”

She nodded. “More than anything. I know it seems crazy, but what we shared, I don’t think I’ve ever experienced anything like that before with anyone. Not even with Edward.” Her gaze dropped towards the floor. “Stacy belongs with Edward, not me. I just wish his parents could understand that.”

“I understand your grace, but there’s not much we can do on the matter. King George specifically explained the importance of this marriage.”

Margaret fought the urge to roll her eyes. “Is it really?” She asked half-sarcastically. “If Stacy were here, I’m sure she could convince them otherwise.” The duchess could hear the music on the other side growing louder as voices began to die down instantly. She felt her breathing grow faster as she tried not to faint from on-coming pressure.

She couldn’t do it. She knew she couldn’t. As much as she cared about duty, her freedom and happiness was something she cared the most. After experiencing what it was like a normal girl, not being tied down by duties or protocols. Being able to wear what she wanted, and overall, be herself. That was the life she wanted, and she’d give anything to live it again.

Her mind was made up. She wasn’t going to marry Edward, even if his parents disapproved of it.

Donatelli noticed Margaret’s hesitancy. Before she could ask what’s wrong, however, the duchess turned around, making a bee-line towards her dressing room without second thought. Perplexed, she followed behind her without missing a beat. “Lady Margaret?” She asked apprehensively. “The ceremony is supposed to start soon.”

Without looking back, Margaret responded. “I know.” She kept on moving. “But I can’t do this. This isn’t what’s right for me.” ‘Telli’s eyes widened as Margaret chucked her veil to the side, soon after kicking off her heels, allowing her to walk freely. “I’m not right to rule Belgravia. Edward needs a partner who knows how to take charge, and that person is Stacy.” Donatelli tried interjecting, but Margaret beat her to it. “You saw how she was, Donatelli. She did wonders for not only Edward, but for everyone else around her. Edward has changed because of her, and admittedly, she helped me change as well.”

Margaret finally stopped in her tracks, took a deep breath and continued. “You told me that love had nothing to do with duty, that I should follow my heart. Don’t you still believe it?”

Donatelli took in Margaret’s pleading look, her own turning sympathetic. “You know I do, Margaret.” Her lips curved into a smile. “And you’re sure this is what you want?”

The Duchess nodded. “More than anything. I just want to see Kevin again. Both him, and Olivia.”

She sighed. “Well, I suppose I can’t stop you.” She thought for a moment, weighing the risks of her whole plan, then continued. “If that’s the case, then I’m coming with you.”

Margaret blinked. “…You are?” She asked. “But what about the King and Queen? You already went behind their backs once because of me. If they know you’re in on this to, they could-“

‘Telli stopped her. “Don’t worry about me. It’s you I’m more concerned about. You’re still my responsibility after all, and I promised your mother I’d always look out for you. Besides, from what you told me about Mr. Richards, he seems more than worth it.”

Margaret felt tears welding at the thought of not losing her. “You…You’d sacrifice your position…for me?”

She gave a firm nod before Margaret threw her arms around her, touched by how dedicated she was.

“Thank you.” The younger woman whispered. “For everything. I don’t think I could ever imagine my life without you.”

The older woman smiled warmly, returning the gesture with as much love. “Mine either.”

#Will definitely make some edits when finished since I pretty much came up with this on the spot. XD #Also yay! More Margaret and Donatelli bonding moments. 😁#I always thought their bond was cute throughout the franchise and thought to expand on that a bit more.#Can’t wait for you all to see the finished product! 😊#stacy de novo #prince edward of belgravia #margaret delacourt #kevin richards #mrs. donatelli #frank de luca #the princess switch

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fizzychocolatemilk · 2 years

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person a (bk) is weak for person b (dk) AND/OR truth quirk/quirk shenanigans (it’s so fun to read tropey or crazy scenarios made possible by quirks lollll)

I would not be surprised or offended if you don't remember giving me this ask, Kiwi, but the asks from this ask game have been sitting in my inbox forever waiting for me to find the motivation to finish them...so here yah go.

AO3 Link

An itchy pull under Katsuki’s skin, the compulsion to cuddle was overwhelming. He’d gotten hit with a quirk on patrol, which he’s sort of accepted as a par for the course at this point in his life. He hasn’t even graduated yet, but Katsuki’s come to accept that he’s going to be a part of a major quirk incident at least twice a year.

But Katsuki didn’t want to cuddle any damn extra, and the fucker who did this to him said there were very specific conditions for Katsuki’s cuddlee, ‘You’ve gotta cuddle the person who means the most to you.’ He remembered the man’s words, and Katsuki knew that his cuddlee was gonna be no one other than his favorite shitty nerd.

Yeah, you heard him right. Katsuki loved Deku. The nerd was ridiculously adorable and honestly the bestest friend/rival/future hero partner/hopefully future boyfriend and husband that Katsuki could ever hope to ask for. But that didn’t make the urge to cuddle him any less embarrassing. Honestly, it might make it moreso.

He smirked internally about the fact that him sneaking up behind Izuku didn’t activate his friend’s Danger Sense and unapologetically hugged Deku from behind. As expected, Izuku jumped out of his skin and tried to turn to see his attacker—but Katsuki was clinging to him like a koala and wasn’t planning on letting go.

However, Katsuki had a very distinct scent, so in no time at all Izuku hesitantly asked, “Kacchan?”

The question just made Katsuki nuzzle further into Deku’s neck, he sighed contently before grousing, “Who the fuck else, shit nerd?”

Katsuki’s heart warmed hearing Izuku’s chuckle as he asked, “And I’m sure I’m getting this hug because I’m the most plus ultra hero partner you could ask for, right?”

Katsuki hid his warm cheeks in Deku’s shoulder blades and grumbled fondly, “‘Plus ultra hero partner’? You’re an idiot, and…no. I got in a fucking quirk accident or whatever—and I need cuddles.”

“Need as in you’ll be hurt if you don’t have them?” Deku asks with a stupid worried tone in his voice.

Katsuki scowls, “Basically. But it’s fine because I’m milking all the cuddles I need outta you! Ya’ gotta problem, nerd?!”

“Oh no, Kacchan! Never! I was just wondering about the constraints of the quirk is all. Uhhh…do you…maybe…wanna find somewhere more comfortable than standing in the middle of the hallway?”

The mention of moving makes Katsuki squeeze tighter for a moment before he shifts from clinging to Deku’s waist to clinging to Deku’s arm. “Fuck yeah. We can watch movies in my room. I got a rom-com I wanna watch, and I’m sure you’ve been dying to watch that stupid FatGum biopic that came out yesterday.”

Katsuki smirks at Deku’s blush, snuggling closer to the other as he stumbles through his next sentence, “That-that you…would be awesome, Kacchan. When’s the-when’s the quirk supposed to wear off again?”

“Within the week,” Katsuki hummed, leaning his head on Deku’s shoulder, “why?”

“Hngh, Kacchan is just…” Deku’s voice gets smaller to the point it’s almost inaudible, “very cute when he’s so clingy.”

Unknowingly squeezing tighter, Katsuki stares intently at Deku, “Cute?”

Deku blushes brightly but replies, "Mmm...yeah...really cute."

Katsuki swears that his heart is gonna burst as they reach the door of his room and he opens it, "Well...you're...really cute too…I guess."

This causes Deku to laugh and readjust his arm so he's hugging Katsuki against him with an arm around the blonde's shoulder. "Can we still cuddle even after this quirk has worn off?"

Katsuki looks up at the nerd and scowls, "Nerd, if you don't take me on a date after this has worn off, I'm gonna kill you." Deku gives him a fond exasperated look that causes fireworks to erupt in his soul, "Also yes, we're obviously gonna cuddle every night. Who the fuck do you take me for, hah?!"

Deku hums contently before scooping Katsuki up bridal style. The dumb nerd chuckles at Katsuki’s surprised yelp before whispering in Katsuki’s ear, “So every night starts tonight, huh?”

Katsuki scowls and bites Deku’s neck for his stupid games, but in reality he’s hiding his massive blush from the nerd. However, he cannot banish the fond tone of his voice when he harshly whispers back, “Duh, idiot. Now, take me to bed.”

Bakudeku Trope Ask Game

#so....#this may have taken me way too long to finish #I expect to finish the rest of these asks within the next few weeks #I've actually been very productive lately so yay me #ask game response #fizzy's fics #bakudeku #quirk shenanigans #cuddle quirk #bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki is a sappy romantic #bkdk

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