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Avatar: The Last Airbender

Azula/Fem! Reader

'Light My Flame'

The girl stood in shock of the news. Her eyes were as wide as dinner plates as she gaped at her parents. A look of betrayal and confusion flashed through her eyes. She looked at her parents to see if they were telling the truth; searching for a lie or a joke but all she found was solemnity.


Her mother observes her daughter's pained expression and her eyes mist over, “I'm sorry, (Name).” Then, she moved forward to hug the girl, but the girl moved away from her mother. She shook her head, tears now brimming.


“How could you?” The girl's voice was filled with hurt; her eyes flashed between her mother and her father, and her mother gave her a pitying look. She looked as if she was going to say something, but the girl would have none of it. She left the room and slammed the door behind her. The girl moved quickly through the hallway. As she moved, the servants who walked by her observed her hurt expression, but she would not stop to speak to them. She just wanted to leave.


She left the house and went outside in the back yard. In the back there was a trail of cobblestone that lead to a secluded botany. She followed the trail, her mind was racing at what her parents had told her. It frightened her at how easily they sold her freedom.


When she got to her destination she sighed, feeling a weight lift off her shoulders. She was surrounded by nature of flowers and trees and she loved it. There was so much life here. The air seemed to be cleaner as well and it left a blissful feeling in her mind. Her eyes caught sight of a bench and she moved to sit down on it.


Though, the calmness of the garden only settled her thoughts for so long. Her worries came back to haunt her as she was now aggravated by what her parents discussed with her.


(Name) was 17 years of age. She would be 18 in a few days. Her plans when she was 18 was to travel the world. She wanted to see everything with her own eyes. As a child she was taught that the Fire Nation was great place to live and that her home country was only trying to spread their greatness to the under developed nations. Trying to spread their knowledge and their culture with the world. That was until she grew up and she learned about the war. A war that has been going on for a long time. Everything she learned about in the academy was a lie. The Fire Nation was not trying to spread culture and knowledge, but to take over the other civilizations and call it their own. (Name) was disgusted with this behavior, but she kept her opinions to herself. She did not want to call attention to herself.


When her parents told her they were marring her over to the child of the Fire Lord, she was livid. Not only had they sold away her freedom, but everything she stood up against was basically being tested. She, never in her life-time imagined to marry an heir to the throne. Not as a child, and not now. Especially now!


(Name) sighed. Her dreams of traveling the world we're tarnished. It was best to throw them away now before she hurt herself thinking about them. Her fingers moved against the wooden bench beneath her and her nails clanged in a rhythmic tune. (Name) was at a loss. She did not know what to do. She knew that when she turned 18 she would marry. (Name) huffed, and to think she was so excited about her 18thbirthday. She dreamed about all the freedom she would have and now that has changed. It was like exchanging a small cage for an even smaller one.


She wondered. If she were to marry, would she love the person? Would she accept that she would eventually rule the Fire Nation, a nation she hates? Or an even bigger question is; would the person love her back?


This brought even more questions like; what the person was like? What did they look like? Do they enjoy Pai Sho?


If (Name)'s memory serves her right, the Fire Lord had two children. The girl hummed as she tried to remember their names and their genders. She didn't listen to Fire Nation politics much, but now she wished she did. She doesn't even know their names! She doesn't even know which one she's marrying! (Name) face-palmed at her own stupidity and then sighed deeply. She would have to inquire about this later when she heads back.

“So...What are they like?” (Name) asked curiously. She laid down on a bamboo mat. Her head was propped up on the lap of her personal maid. Across from her was her mother, she was sitting down while drinking tea. Her mother glanced at her quizzically and (Name) huffed. She felt her maid shift to grab a brush and then kneel comfortably to brush her hair as she spoke.


“I mean the royal family. You've met them before, right? What are they like?” She specified. Her mother thought over her question.


“Who would you want me to talk about?” She asked.


“Umm, I know some things about Fire Lord Ozai. I want to know about his kids.”


“Well, as far as I know, the oldest son of Ozai; Zuko was banished.” (Name) looked at her curiously. She wondered why the Fire Lord would banish his own son.


“Why?” She asked.


“He spoke out of turn. I don't know much about it, but that's what I've heard.” She replied smoothly, then took a long sip of her tea. (Name) looked shocked. He spoke out of turn? That's it? Now she was worried about what she would have to deal with when she got married. She made it a note to self; stay away from Ozai; He is crazy.


“What about his second child, is he banished as well?” (Name) jested, but knew that wasn't the case. If the oldest child was banished, that means she has to marry the one that wasn't banished. Unless Ozai had a third child that no one knew about.


“No, and his second child is a she. Her name is Azula.”


(Name) starred at her mother to see if she heard right. “What? She?” Marrying in a same-sex marriage was not uncommon in the Fire Nation, but hearing Royal families marrying into a same-sex marriage was definitely unheard of.


“Yes, she.” Her mother repeated.


“Wait, then why did you want me to marry into the royal family?” If it wasn't to produce an heir for them then it had to be something else. (Name) clicked her tongue at her mother and waited for a reply. She was angry again, she needed to know a reason why they married her off.


“Well...It was your father's idea...” Her mother was taking too long to reply. (Name) gritted her teeth together and her face felt hot.


“Yes, now why is it that you chose to sell off my happiness?” Her tone cut through the nervous silence that settled between them. She felt her personal maid become uneasy and removed her head off of her lap and dismissed her. She then turned to face her mother with a cool facade. Her eyes cut threw her mother like ice and she shivered under her daughter's gaze.


“I've been nothing but a good child to you, have I not? I did well in my studies at the academy, and not only that I excelled at my bending. Are you not pleased with me? Did I not do enough to show you I am worthy? Worthy of being a noble's daughter!?” She raised her voice. She glowered at her mother, but kept herself from saying anymore. She wanted an answer and she wanted it now.


Then, her mother broke down. She was never good under pressure and cracked immediately at her daughter's glare. Though, she didn't blame her for she had every right to be mad.


“I'm sorry” Her mother apologized through sobs.


(Name) rolled her eyes, “Yes, that changes everything. Thank you mother, for apologizing.” Then, she laughed bitterly, “If you think that an apology is going to help, then you are more of a tool than I thought.” She didn't mean that of course, but she was pissed. More than pissed. The fact that her mother was acting like this only made her even angrier.


“Well, are you going to tell me?”


“Y-yes.” (Name) sat comfortably and waited. With a new found patience, she starred at her mother with a bit of warmth. Her ire was still there, but she was slowly cooling down.


“Our business was going in shambles. We had so much debt that we needed to pay off that it was too much. We couldn't even afford to pay our workers anymore. Your father was trying to find ways to pay off the debt, but there weren't many options. One offer did come up though. The Fire Lord. We begged for him to help us, but the only way he would help us was if we give him something in return. He didn't name his price right away, but we accepted. Only when he started giving us money and workers; we were able to work again. The business was back, but after his services he asked for his part of the bargain.”


“When he spoke of his part, that was when you were born. You were supposed to marry one of his heirs. It was originally supposed to be Zuko, but he was banished so instead you are to marry his daughter on your 18th birthday.” She finished and in between sobs she said, “We didn't k-know he would do that...We didn't know..”


(Name) looked distant. She didn't know who to be mad at anymore. This deal was made way before she was born and it so happened that she was caught in the crossfire. It wasn't their fault. They didn't know. She looked down at her hands, which happened to be laid across her lap. She stroked her palms with her finger, unsure of what to say. A silence settled between the two, as (Name) figured out what to say. Her heart felt heavy.


“...I-I don't know what to say.” She stuttered. There was a sour taste in her mouth as she spoke.


“You don't have to say anything, dear. It's alright. You didn't know.” The older woman sniffled.


“H-How old is she?”


“19. Just a year older than you, dear.”


“Great.” (Name) spoke in a dead tone.

The kimono she wore hung tightly on her body. The fabric was uncomfortable and the bow that was tide around her torso was binding. The maids around her scuffled around the room, adding more things to her appearance to make her look decent. They added ties to her hair, makeup to her face, and more fabric to her kimono. (Name) sighed and peered at her reflection sadly.


Today was her birthday, but also her wedding day. She was not given time to meet Princess Azula, or even get to know her. It was frustrating because now she was going in blind. She didn't know the Princess. All she knew was that she was the daughter of the fire lord. That was it.


The maids stopped what they were doing and examined her appearance. They were pleased with their work and how she looked. Though, that all stopped when they noticed her saddened look.


“Is there anything we can do, Mistress?” One of the maids asked.


(Name) shook her head and turned to face the maid, “No, there isn't. Don't worry though, I will be fine.” She finished with a fake smile. The maids were unconvinced, but did not push her. They all exited the room, leaving (Name) alone.


(Name) sat down on the floor and peered into the mirror again. The woman in the mirror looked back at her. She was almost unrecognizable. The makeup was heavy on her skin, her hair was in a tight and intricate bun, and her outfit was snugly fitted. Though, she did have to admit that the kimono was beautifully designed.


There was a knock on the door, then the sound of the door opening. “Mistress, It's time.” That was her signal. She gathered her kimono skirts and walked out of the room. She was then lead down a long hallway, and then towards two large doors. She stopped in front of the doors in a state of shock.


'This is it', she thought to herself.


'Behind there is where this all ends...' She was trembling now; she could feel cold sweat on her back, making the kimono stick to her skin. Her hands shook as she placed them on the door, and she had to force herself to open the large doors. As soon as she opened them, bright light sprayed through and blinded her. She flinched and blinked a few times before stepping outside.


There was a lot of people there, even for a private wedding. Though, that was to be expected, seeing as the royal family had a lot of family friends, generals, and certain nobles they knew. She paid no mind to them and walked forward. She was trying not to stumble as she walked. Her head was down, her eyes curtained by her bangs. Then, she remembered whom she was in front of and she knew that would not be tolerated. She lifted her head and held it high. Her face remained neutral.


There was a set of stairs to get to before she reached her destination. She could see who she suspected was the Princess. The girl looked at her with cold, calculating eyes. (Name) ignored her leer and continued her smooth pace. She trailed up the stairs and then sat next to the Princess on a cushion. That's when the ceremony began.

After the ceremony, the official marriage-part of the wedding happened. There was no vows, but there was a few agreements to get past. The Princess was calm through the whole thing, yet her eyes told a different story. She was watching (Name) the whole time. She was seeing how she reacted to things, how she did things, and watched to see if there were any signs of weakness. She of course would not standto have a weak wife by her side. Azula needed someone who could rule by her side without her help or guidance. Someone who wouldn't submit to pressure. She also had to make sure she was nothing like hermother.


(Name) could feel Azula's gaze burning into her. It was hard to ignore, but she managed. There was an after-wedding party being held and (Name) decided it was high time to have some privacy with her “wife”. She found Azula walking towards a balcony. It was still near the garden where the wedding was held, but it was secluded and away from the others. (Name) followed quickly behind Azula.


When Azula stopped, she turned around to face (Name). Her face was passive, which unnerved (Name) quite a bit.


“You've been following me.” It wasn't a question, but (Name) nodded. She gulped and starred at Azula directly before speaking.


“Yes, well, I was hoping we could talk.”


Talk? You wish to speak to me, you better make it quick. I have business to attend to.” (Name)'s face scrunched up in confusion.


“Business? You're not staying for the party?” (Name) asked. Azula sighed and rolled her eyes, as if she were speaking to a child. (Name) frowned at Azula's behavior and felt slightly insulted, but she didn't waver.


“I just said I had business to attend to. The main part of the wedding is finished, I see no need to stay any longer.” The Princess responded plainly. She placed a hand on her hip, her eyes gleamed in twisted amusement as she scrutinized the shorter woman.


(Name) bit her lip, her gaze was now directed at the ground. Her face burned at the scrutiny and her words her cut deeply. 'So, this is how it's going to be from now on.' She sighed, 'Well, it's no different from the life I had before. I still have to do things on my own.'


“Well, then. Go ahead, I'm not going to stop you.” She said, she kept her voice strong as she glowers at the Princess. She was sure to return to her facade, she did not want to show her weakness to the Princess who might exploit it.


The Princess flashed a look of disappointment before steeling herself. She turned on her heel and went inside. There were no more words said between the two and (Name) felt almost relieved. The Princessunnerved her. She was almost like an armadillo bear stalking it's prey. (Name) felt like prey. It was discerning.

It was only a day after the wedding that (Name) was informed about the honeymoon she had to attend. She was sitting on a love seat while a maid combed her wet hair, when a servant came into the room and advised she'd be ready soon because there was a honeymoon planned. (Name) asked who planned this honeymoon, but the girl was unsure and couldn't give her an answer. She allowed her to leave while she mulled over who conceived this.


(Name) did not understand the reasoning for a holiday, but she supposed that was the traditional thing to do after a wedding. No, not a wedding, a business trade. There was no marriage, no love. She did not love the Princess, if anything she loathed her.


The Princess left to attend to 'business'; she did not see her for the rest of the day. It almost put her at ease, if it weren't for the fact that she then had to deal with her father. They didn't discuss much, just the responsibility she had to take up in the next coming weeks, becoming part of the royal family, all that jazz. He didn't say much after that and he definitely didn't inform her of a honeymoon. She didn't even think she would have one.


Instead of worrying herself over nothing, she got up and waited for the maids to prepare her outfit.

(Name) had never been on a ship before and from what was happening now, she hated it. She felt extremely nauseous being on sea. Her stomach was unsettled and she felt as if she was about to let go of the contents in her stomach. She clutched the railing as she hunched over it. Her skin was pale and covered in sweat. She was basically dry heaving as this point. She needed to vomit to let this feeling go.


“Not used to the sea, are we?”


(Name) did not turn around, for she knew who it was.


“I've never travel by sea.” she replied between gasps. Then, she felt bile rising up her throat and she leaned over the railing again and emptied her stomach. She leaned back, raising a hand to her mouth to remove any traces of vomit. She groaned and turned around to face her 'wife'.


Azula's face was passive, there was no visible signs of annoyance in her stance either. Her arms were crossed behind her as she moved forward.


“Why is that?” She asked. The question threw her off guard. She expected Azula to taunt her because of her queasy stomach, instead Azula was calm, cool, and collected.


“What do you mean?”


“Why have you never travel by sea before? Surely, you've come and joined your family on business trips.” (Name) had a thoughtful look. She was really having a conversation with the Princess.


“I was never able to. Every time they had to be sent out, I was deep in my studies.” Azula hummed in acknowledgment. There was a silence after that. It was a comfortable silence, and you could hear the sounds of the waves hitting the ship.


“What did you study?” She broke the silence.


“Literature and some psychology.” She replied. Azula almost smiled, now fully interested in asking about both subjects. (Name) answered her questions accordingly and calmly. She found Azula's child-like curiosity endearing, she would never say it aloud, though.


“So, what made you have a sudden interest in my past, hmm?” (Name) inquired, an amused look was apparent on her face. The wind from the ocean billowed through her hair, making it come undone in the ponytail she had. She gasped and grabbed her hair tie before it fell out of her hair and retied her hair.


“You are my wife. I think it's right to get to know you. Don't you think so?”


“Well, it would make this marriage more tolerable.” Then, (Name)'s eyes widened at the slip up. She spoke too much, too soon. She took a shuddering breath before glancing at Azula. She blinked in surprise as she saw that the Princess was not bothered by her bold statement. The young woman was looking at her; her expression held mirth.



“Ember Island?” (Name) asked as she walked up to the beach house. The Princess was by her side, explaining what this place was and the reason she brought her here.


“I used to come here as a child. It was a resort my family would come to for relaxation.” She answered. “Obviously, we don't come here anymore, but I think it's a waste to have a beach house and not use it.”


“Ah.” She said as she opened the door and then walked inside. The beach house was moderately sized. Everything on the inside was well...beachy. There was no word to describe the décor. It was....nice she guessed. Not something she would use to decorate a beach house, but whatever. “We haven't been in here for a while as you can see the décor is outdated.” Azula restated as she deadpanned. (Name) laughed at the Princess's expression and plopped onto the seashell love seat.


“I think it's just fine. I feel as if this place really captures the scenery in a way.” Azula sighed and sat across from her.


“Perhaps...” She mumbled glumly. (Name) grinned for the first time in a while. She liked the way the Princess was acting. It seemed that being around her father put her on edge, but when she was away from him, she seemed more relaxed.


“Cheer up, Azula. We have about two weeks here, better make the best of it.”


“I suppose.” She agreed.


“So, wanna head to the beach with me?” (Name) stood up, ready to go to the bedroom to get her bathing suit. Azula pondered around with the request, but eventually agreed to go with her. She saw it as an opportunity to get to know (Name) more. And for some reason, she really wanted to get to know her. (Name) moved swiftly down the hallway to the master bedroom with Azula following closely behind her.


She pushed the door open and went inside. The bedroom had the same décor as the rest of the house. The bed sported sea shell comforters, but the tapestries were not sea shell designed, but had koi fish patterns instead. She saw her bags were already unpacked by the servants and went towards the large dresser and grabbed her swimsuit. (Name) then went inside the bathroom and closed the door behind her. Azula then followed suit, but changed inside the bedroom quickly.


When (Name) came out of the bathroom, she sported a red skirted one-piece. She looked quite pleased at how it fitted her and also how it followed the shape of her curves and breasts. Azula starred at (Name) when she came out. Her golden eyes gleamed at (Name)'s figure in the swimsuit and smiled wickedly, which went unnoticed by the young woman.


(Name) went over to the large mirror and fixed her hair into a loose bun and Azula let her hair down and put it into a low ponytail.


“Ready?” (Name) asked.


Azula moved to the side of the room and grabbed a beach bag and filled it with necessities. Then, she closed the bag and slung it over her shoulder. “Yes, let's leave.”


As they were walking to the beach, they started to chat. Small things really. They discussed what they liked and disliked, family, childhood, bending, etc. Soon, they heard the noise of people near by and they knew they were getting closer to the shore.


(Name) stepped onto the hot sand. She walked over to a spot that was away from others because she hated being so close to people. She helped Azula unpack the towels and beach umbrella. After unpacking everything, (Name) fell onto the beach towel. She sighed underneath the shade of the umbrella. She closed her eyes in comfort of the sound of the ocean and the feeling of the hot sand underneath her towel. The shade contributed to the zen feeling.


“I thought you wanted to go into the water?” Azula laid next to her on a separate beach towel.


(Name) yawned, “I do. I just want to take everything in first.”


“Alright then.”


A few minutes past by and (Name) finally sat up. “I'm ready.”

(Name) was drying her hair with a towel in the bedroom while Azula was taking a bath. She had quite a bit of fun at the beach with the Princess. They stayed at the beach until sunset, then they went to a fish restaurant and ate dinner and drank tea. The food was amazing because the fish was fresh and was grilled on an open grill-top.


The young woman had to admit she was starting to become fond of the Princess. She was absolutely lividat the thought of marrying her, but now she was becoming used to being the wife of the future Fire Lord. She was actually enjoying herself.


Not only that, but she felt a strange tingle at the word wife. Every time it left the Princess's lips, she felt as if she belong by her side. The Princess was not as bitter as she was at the wedding, and was more mellow and...dare she say kind.


(Name) was looking forward to spending the next two weeks with her wife on this island. If it's to see this other side of her, then she will use it to her advantage. She was in no mood to start something anymore and was now willing to go deeper into this...marriage.


Azula then exited out of the bathroom, now fitted in a robe. Her hair was down and her makeup was off. She looked younger with out it on. (Name) swallowed deeply and averted her eyes. She walked inside the bathroom and began her bath as well.


After bathing, (Name) put on a nightgown that reached her mid-thigh. She was not known for wearing nightgowns to bed, but then again, she did not pack her own things. Her servants at the palace packed her things and all of her night wear was silk nightgowns. Revealing ones at that. Even the under garments they gave her was silk and laced. She guessed that they were thinking of ways to please the Princess. Which made sense, but (Name) was not planning on participating in such things with Azula.


She exited the bathroom to find Azula in bed reading a book. She didn't look up when (Name) exited the bathroom and (Name) felt a bit sad not being acknowledged. Then she sighed to herself, 'Calm down' she told herself. She sat on the edge of the bed, then leaned back toward the pillow next to Azula. She laid there, mulling over something.


Azula sighed and without putting her book down she spoke to (Name). “Something on your mind?” (Name) did not know what to say to her, but instead of thinking, she decided to let her mouth do all the work for her.


“Ahh, I had fun today.”


Azula smirked, “Glad you enjoyed yourself, my dear wife.” (Name) eyes flashed and her head spun fast to stare at Azula. Her jaw went slack as the Princess's smirk widened into a grin. Her cheeks flushed as Azula's eyes gazed at her. Leering at her. Her breath hitched under her heated gaze.




“Yes?” (Name)'s mind was now fuzzy as the sound of her own heart beat blocked out all thought.


“What brought this on all of a sudden?” She blurted out. Azula grin turned into tight line and her stare hardened. (Name) shivered and felt her own stupidity dawn over her. Was it stupidity? Was it something else? She was trying to read Azula's expression. She saw that she wanted to say something, but she was struggling.


“I-I don't know.” Azula whispered so quietly that (Name) had to strain to hear her. Her expression was riddled with confusion and (Name) was boggled at what to say. “I...Just want to...” The young woman blinked, “--Want to what?”


“To like you.” The young woman gawked at the Princess and the Princess blushed. “Y-you treat me like a person...” Her eyes seem to melt into a more liquid gold and (Name) had to double take and reorganizing her thoughts.


“You don't treat me as if I'm some fragile Princess, nor do you underestimate who I am. I find that funny because we've only known each other for three days and it seems you know me more than the people who have known me for years.” Her little speech was sincere and it made (Name) think. Azula also wanted to say that she had fun today, but she couldn't bring herself to speak again. She waited for the young woman to say something.


She swallowed and moved to put Azula's book down. Her cheeks burned as her nerves got to her, but she kept going. She moved her palm over Azula's hand and held it. Azula's eyes focused on the hand that held hers.


“I'm here and I promise that I will always treat you like a person.” Azula nodded and squeezed her hand. She felt warm at what (Name) had said to her. She slowly swallowed the words re-imagining them in her mind, not only the words but (Name)'s expression as she spoke to her. Her gaze was comforting and loving. Azula couldn't even express how much it meant to her in words.


So instead of telling her, she leaned over and kissed (Name)'s cheek. The young woman flushed brightly. The Princess smirked at her reaction, enjoying her response to her kiss and did it again, but on the opposite cheek. (Name)'s eyes misted over as she looked like she was about to pass out. Azula almost cackled at her expression, but instead grinned happily. Then, she finally spoke;


Thank you.”


'Light My Flame' Azula/Fem! Reader

Requested by: Nishu


Author's Note:


Sorry I took so long to write this. I just wanted to add a lot of detail to it because I wanted to build their relationship and since they didn't know each other before, there was a lot more to work in. Anyways, sorry. I took forever because I wanted to add things, but I didn't know how to or how to write it. I made it through though! Keep thous request coming! I'm ready to scramble out more! :) Also, please let me know if there are any mistakes. This was a large piece of writing so I may have missed some things! Enjoy!

I Do NOT Own Avatar: The Last Airbender, Azula, Ozai, Or Zuko

I Do NOT Own the Fanart

Fanart belongs to:
Avatar: The Last Airbender belongs to: Mike and Bryan


'Once Upon a Time'


'What You Don't Know Can Hurt You'


Chapter 7: One Step at a Time


After the incident with the mine, things were settling down. Not much was happening around Storybrooke and everything seemed to go back into a boring routine. The excitement simmered down and you were stuck with finding something to do. To much of your regret, you found that it was time to get a job. You went through newspapers to see if people were hiring; which was no help to you because it seems they haven't had a job opening since 1987.


Now it was time to actually go to places and talk to people to get more info. You went everywhere in town to see if they were hiring. Luck was not on your side. Every spot was full. Granny's didn't need an extra waitress or cook, Graham already had a Deputy, Gold didn't seem to get much business so you didn't bother with him. Leroy didn't seem to need an extra hand and the Rabbit Hole had enough workers and didn't require your help.


The only place left on the map in this town was City Hall. Aka; Regina's Domain. You shivered at the thought of barking up on her door. It's not that you were scared of her-no it wasn't that... Well-she did intimidate you some. Besides that, you'd rather not get involved with her. She seemed like someone who enjoyed power over people; enjoyed their fear for her. You've dealt with people like that before, you'd rather not be involved with it again.


Then, you remembered the school and felt as if there was some light to the situation. You went to the school to see if they needed assistance, but found that they only had one spot open; which was for a teacher. Then, you faltered. You didn't major in teaching in collage, so the school would be no help. A sudden wave of dread hit you as you felt your options narrow. City Hall it was.

You decided to dress nicely for this event. A business suit-type dress clung to your bodice. Over it was a gray vintage coat, for shoes you wore simple two inch heeled black boots that stopped before your knees. Underneath was black stockings. Overall, you looked presentable enough to not be turned down. Probably.


Standing outside the building which the Mayor of the town resided in was intimidating to say the least. Even though you were not in front of her; you still felt the need to hide. You sighed heavily and starting walking up the marble stairs. You made it up the stairs without tripping over your own feet; which was a start. You opened the large door and immediate warmth embraced you. Your eyes caught sight of a clerk's desk. You sniffled and shuffled over to the front desk. The woman at the front desk was playing with her pen before you came, and you coughed to gain her attention. She looked startled, but quickly recovered and looked up and smiled.


“Hi, I'm here to see Mayor Mills.” You spoke clearly.


“Do you have an appointment?” She asked.


'Shit, I forgot to make an appointment. I'm so stupid.' “, but—I-I really need to see her. I promise- I'll be quick.” You couldn't be turned down again. You needed this job.


“Ma’am, I'm afraid that if you do not have an appointment you can't see Mayor Mills.” The desk clerk replied, then gave you an apologetic smile.


“I swear I'll be quick. I promise, this is important.” 'This is embarrassing. I'm so stupid.'


“I'm sorry, you can't see her today, but I'm sure if you make an appointment; you will be able to see her when she is available.” You sighed, you were not planning on getting rejected again. You were going to fight for this.


“Look, I can't wait any longer. I need this job!” You raised your voice, then moved towards the stairs and ran. It was a stupid on your part, but you were desperate. The desk clerk hollered for you to stop, but you didn't listen and tuned her out. You reached the second floor and figured she probably wasn't there. It was a guess, but you thought she would be on the third floor and decided to take the next set of stairs.


There were so many doors to choose from it made you falter. Which one was the right one? Where was she?


You ran down the hall, checking each room; each one of them empty. You ended up at the last one which was a white door with a glass window. On the bottom of the window it had a small sign that read, “Mayor's office”. You rolled your eyes at your stupidity and realized you should have looked at the signs on the doors in the hall. You took some time to fix your hair and outfit before knocking on the door. You heard a faint 'come in' and you took that as your cue to enter.


“Miss Cas—What are you doing here?” Regina looked irritated upon your arrival. You gulped and closed the door behind you.


“I'm here to talk.” You said. You then looked around the rather large Mayor's office and almost gasped at the size. It was huge! Not only that, but the interior was amazing. The floor beneath you was marbled and had a tile look with black and white patterns. The whole room had a similar style; black and white. It was quite nice to look at. Then, you remembered why you were here and averted your attention to Regina.


“You didn't make an appointment. I have no clarification that you want to see me today, plus I'm busy. Good bye.” She stated rudely and went back to her work. You watched her go back to work and pretend you were not there. You scoffed as you felt your patience wear thin. You were tired of being pushed around by this woman and decided to walked forward. Your heels clanged loudly on the marble floors and you cleared your throat.


“It's important Re---Mayor Mills.”


Regina stopped her work and lifted her head. She gave you a heated glare; which made you shiver, but you didn't back down or move away. You stood your ground. “And what-pray tell, is so important that you had to come into my office unannounced and disturb me from my work?”


“Yeah, sorry about that. I came here to see if you had any openings, ya' know, job offers?” Your tone revealed that you were nervous, but you didn't care, all you hoped for was that she would say yes.


“I know what you mean, and no we do not. Please leave.” She husked. Her scowl was prominent on her pretty face as she looked at you with obvious displeasure.


You seemed almost at a lost. Your gaze met hers and you leaned over her desk. “Please, I'll do anything. I'll clean up your file cabinets and order them alphabetically, I'll answer phones calls, arrange papers, clean the officer, whatever. I'll do it! I-I can be your assistant!” You tried to pull out the puppy dog eyes, “Please...”


Regina's jaw tightened at your insubordination. She really just wanted you to leave her alone, but you wouldn't budge. Her mind ran over ways to dispose of you quietly without anyone noticing, but that was risky. People would notice you were gone and there would be panic. She groaned internally and slowly mulled over your offer; figuring it was the best way to get you off her back.


She sighed deeply as she rolled her eyes. “Alright, Miss (Name). You have the job as my personal assistant.” You grinned happily and bit back a squeal. “Thank you, Regina! I will do my best!” You noticed you slipped up on calling her Regina, but she didn't seem to notice as she was too deep in thought. She nodded and continued her work. You turned to leave the office until she stopped you.


“Be here by tomorrow 6 am sharp with coffee. Do not be tardy.” She said. You nodded before exiting the room.

After you left the building, you made a mad dash to the nearest clothing store in town. You needed good attire for this job because you figured Regina would not like you turning up in a flannel and skinny jeans. You opened the glass door to the clothing store and entered inside. You were then greeted by a nice tall man, who said to call him Jerry. You smiled and shifted your gaze to a stock line of business attire.


Your eyes scanned through dozens of formal suits, undershirts, jackets, dresses and pants. Your eyes connected with a gray dress. It was a simple one, with a V-cut. A brown belt went across the middle below the breast. You went through the sizes and picked one that suited you best before going to another rack to pick out something else. You found a darker gray blazer which had a cute little breast pocket.


Then, you figured your going to have to pick up clothing for more than just one day and decided to go about in the store and look around until you were satisfied. You grabbed random outfits, which you guessed would be work appropriate along with a couple pairs of flats and three pairs of pumps. All in all, you ended up spending 200 bucks in that store which was to be expected, but it still made you cry internally at the emptiness of your wallet.


Stepping outside in the cold fall, almost winter air made you shiver. You were still wearing a dress which didn't cover much sadly. You clutched the shopping bags tighter as you walked down the lonely sidewalk. You were alone to your thoughts.


'I wonder what Emma's doing. Probably deputy stuff.' The corners of your mouth lifted. 'I wonder if she gets to keep a gun. Haha, imagine her rolling around shooting people like in Call of Duty. That would be cool.'


“I'm Deputy Emma, and your under arrest.” You said, trying to inmate Emma's voice. “Oh, no don't arrest me Deputy Emma, I'm just a small town----”


“Is that what you really think of me when I'm not around?” Emma stated with deep sarcasm. You jumped, then turned around with a startled look.


“Emma. Don't. Do. That.” You said catching your breath. You almost felt your heart beat out of your chest from shock. Emma grinned and caught up to you.


“Sorry, I just had too.” The blonde's green eyes lit up with humor and you warmed up. “It's fine. So, how's everything?”


“Same old, I guess.” She said nonchalantly as she walked with you. Her eyes then gazed down at the bags you were holding.


“Went on a shopping spree?” You laughed and shook your head.


“Sort of. I just got a new job so now I gotta dress the part.” Emma perked up. “Oh, really? Where are you working at?”


“City Hall as Regina's Assistant.” Emma almost stopped walking. She voiced her worry for you, but you calmed her down.


“Emma, it's fine. I just need the money, okay? Nothing big.”


“She's bad news, (Name).”


You sighed deeply; steam came from your mouth and stilled in the cold air, straying a bit then disappearing altogether.


“I know, but I have no choice. No other place is hiring and I'm not planning on working out of town. Did you know that the nearest town from here is three hours away? I am not working three hours away from home.”


“Yeah, I guess that is too much to ask, Isn't it?”


“A bit, but thanks for worrying.”


Emma smiled at you; her eyes had a strange spark to them when she looked at you. You starred at her, feeling an unusual warmth settling in your chest. Your mouth went dry and your cheeks flushed. You felt embarrassed at the unnecessary attention she was giving you. It was making you feel weird, like a strange fuzzy feeling.


“Ummm, how's Mary Margaret?” You blurted out to avert her attention away from you. She hummed in thought, “She doing fine—ehh, sort of. You know David...she has a thing for him still.”


“But he's married.”


“That's what I said.”


You smiled at the thought, “Hope she finds what she's looking for. It seems sort of sad that she has to go through this.” The blonde nodded and looked ahead at the nearing apartment complex. The rest of the walk was silent and before you knew it, you ended up at your home.


“Uh, do you wanna come inside?” You asked as you jammed your key in the key hole.


“---I don't want to intrude...”


“You're not.” You turned around to face her. She froze and looked at you. Your gaze pierced through the blonde.


“Please Emma...?”


The blonde's thoughts became muddled as she starred into your big, glossy eyes. “Uh, yeah...Sure.” She said numbly. She trudged up the porch steps, her legs feeling like lead all of a sudden. Her actions were against her will. Her mind was barely processing what was happening, but her heart pounded in anticipation.


You tossed your keys to the side and dropped your coat on a nearby hanger. You turned around and offered to take Emma's jacket, which she agreed to. You showed her how much progress you had on the apartment. She was impressed at the new furniture that filled the crevasses of the home, making it more warm and inviting.


You both ended up huddled on the sofa in the living room chatting about different things. Like what was going on the past week, Henry's well-being, Mary Margaret, Graham, etc. After chatting for a bit, you offered to watch some TV and she agreed.


“I don't have my Blu-ray player yet so we can't watch Netflix. Normal TV sounds alright to you?”


“Yeah, TV's fine.” You grabbed the remote and flipped the television on then flipped to a random channel. You eventually leaned back into the sofa and relaxed. A comfortable silence settled between the both of you as you became involved in the current show.


Emma was only able to focus on the show for so long. Her attention averted to the petite woman next to her. Her green eyes examined you thoroughly taking in your features. 'Beautiful.' She thought as she bit her lip. Her heart hammered in her chest again and she felt nervous being around you. 'Does she notice?' Emma hoped not. She didn't want to look stupid in front of her friend.


You felt the familiar feeling of someone starring at you and you turned your head to look at Emma. As soon as you turned, her gaze averted to the TV. You looked at her, questioning yourself as to why she was starring at you before turning back to the TV. Emma almost sighed as she felt your gaze leave her. She felt as if she would almost die.


She looked at you again and starred at you with an airy look, 'Oh, if only you knew...'

“Two coffee's to go please.” You said impatiently. Ruby nodded and went around back to get your coffee. You were feeling a bit nervous. Today was the day you were going to start working for Regina, and you were anxious, almost queasy. You weren't sure if you could do this because the woman made you feel uneasy. She was powerful and witty. Nothing gets past her, so you knew you couldn't screw up. Screwing up could result in you losing your job. Your hands were shaking and you felt light-headed. You clenched your fists; today was going to be a long day.


“So, why are you in a hurry?” Ruby asked.


“Well, I just started this new job and the person who hired me wants me to be on time. Personally, I'd rather be on time as well...I'd rather not deal with them..If you know what I mean.” You replied.


Ruby hummed in agreement, “So, what job did you get.” You sighed at her question.


“Sorry, am I being too nosy?”


“No, you're fine. I'm just thinking about something, but I'll tell you. I'm an assistant...for the mayor.” You hoped Ruby wouldn't have the same reaction that Emma had.


Ruby was silent and didn't reply back, which made you anxious. This was exactly what you feared.


Ruby came around to the bar counter and handed you the coffee's with a smile. You smiled worriedly at her and handed the money to the brunette. “Thank you.” She waved, “No problem. You should probably get going though, the mayor doesn't like tardiness.”


“Right, thanks again.... Have a good day, Ruby.” You left Granny's and went straight to your car. You place the two hot coffee's in the cup holders and started up your car. You reversed out of parking and drove off to Town Hall. While you were driving, you were doing some breathing exercises to calm your nerves. It wasn't really working, but at least it was something to do.


Sooner than later, you ended up at City Hall. You bit your lip, then grabbed a hand mirror to look at your face for the fifteenth time in a row. Your hair was up in a fancy bun and your bangs were covering most of your forehead, along with two strands on the side to frame your face. Your makeup was not smudging, surprisingly. Everything was in place and you relaxed. You then scooped up the coffee and exited the car.


Walking up the marble stairs, you thought of things you would have to say to her as a formal greeting. She probably wanted you to act polite and formal, which was the exact opposite of who you were. 'Hello' was too robotic for you and 'Hi' was too casual. 'Hey' was also casual. You didn't know what to say to her and decided to wing it.


You passed by the secretary's desk and headed up the stairs. Finally reaching the third floor, you remembered where Regina's office was from last time and picked up your pace. When you got to the front of her door, you stopped. Taking a deep breath, you placed the other coffee to your other hand, holding it with your arm. You knocked on the door and waited to hear her say something.


Come in.” You heard and you opened the door. You then took your time to close it behind you before facing her. Your face remained neutral and any signs of nervousness was gone.


“Good morning, Madam Mayor. I've brought your coffee.” She looked up from her work and examined you. You wore the gray dress you picked up yesterday. It complimented you well and Regina showed her approval. You almost smiled. Almost.


You walked forward and placed the coffee on the desk in front of her, careful to avoid her paper work. “I wasn't sure what you wanted with your coffee so I only got you cream. Is that alright?”


“That is fine, thank you, Miss (Name). You may sit down.” You nodded and sat down. Crossing your legs, you started to sip on your coffee. There was silence between the both of you. It wasn't comfortable either; nothing like you and Emma where the both of you would stay silent and enjoy each others company. No, this one was intimidating. You were on edge. You wanted to please her, you wanted to show her you could do this job. You were not incompetent or lower than her.


You waited for her to tell you what you could do, but she said nothing. She was just writing things on paper, reading over things, and drinking her coffee. Before you knew it; it was lunch time already. Regina sighed and looked up at the time, then she stood up. You sighed shakily.


“Well, it's my lunch break. Care to join me, Miss (Name)?” She asked while taking her purse and slinging it around her shoulder. You studied her carefully, trying to read her.


“Uhh, are you sure?”


“If I wasn't sure, then would I ask you?” She snapped at you and you almost jumped.


“No, Ma'am. I-it would be a pleasure to join you at lunch.” You answered quickly. You didn't expect her to snap so easily, then again, you didn't expect her to ask you to lunch either. She was full of surprises.


To Be Continued!

What You Don't Know Can Hurt You Chapter 7
Author's Note:

Sorry it took so long to upload this chapter. I have been going through a lot of things lately. My father recently passed away and he happened to be the most important person in my life. I'm still suffering from my loss, but I'm holding it together.

Anyways, about the story....I'm changing the POV. I am starting to get annoyed by the reader's point of view. The repetitive words that keep popping up are giving me a headache, so I'm changing it.

Everything else will be the same don't worry. Thank you for sticking with me this long! Bye now! :)


Elsa/Fem! Reader

'Let Down Your Walls'

The ice castle gleamed bright from the reflecting sun. It was almost midday. The air was crisp, absolutely freezing to say. There was a strong wind that threw fresh snow around in the air, creating a misty cover. The small, unfortunate woman who happened to be walking in this storm ignored the icy flurries and continued to climb up the mountain. Her feet stuck into the snow, keeping her from falling as she moved her arms forward to keep balance. The mountain was steep and the snow was slippery, but she put that in the back of her mind. She had somewhere to be, no snow storm would change that.


Another harsh breeze blew past her, chilling her through her thick coat; making her shiver. Her breath eventually came out in puffs. The air was getting thinner from the altitude. The woman stopped for a second to catch her breath. She was feeling a bit light headed. Her mind became blank for a second before it came back to her task at hand.


'Elsa.' She thought.


Her quest was to find the Queen. Not because she had to, but because she wanted to. She was worried for the blonde. She found that Elsa was distraught yesterday when her powers were shown to everyone by accident. Her ice powers that were kept hidden for all these years, and now everyone knows about it. The woman felt a pang of sadness at the way Elsa looked at everyone. Her face showed fear and hurt. The woman wanted to go over to the blonde and talk to her, tell her everything was going to be alright, but after her supposed 'slip up', she made a run for it. Leaving her younger sister, Anna, to chase after her.


The ice castle came more into view as the woman got closer. It was just a few meters away. There was a trail of ice stairs. They looked sturdy enough, so she decided to take them. The woman felt almost relieved at being closer to her destination. She felt a spark of hope. She was almost there.


She made it to the double doors of the ice fortress and stood still for a bit. Her mind raced at what she would do when she entered inside. What would she say to Elsa? Would she ask her to come back to Arendelle? Was that wise? The woman's eyes showed sorrow.


“Does she even want to see me?” She asked herself. She felt her excitement slowly drift away, and was soon replaced with anxiety and uncertainty. She clutched her hands into a fist and gripped tightly and her breathing became ragged once again. A voice in her head told her to just go inside and talk to Elsa, but she felt as if she didn't want to. The feeling of being unwanted was too much at the moment. She then closed her eyes and tried to relax. Her nerves were on edge, but she knew she need to calm down. She closed her eyes and counted backwards from 10.














She relaxed her fists and lifted her hands up and placed them on the icy door. The door was smooth and cold. The edifice of the doors were detailed and the woman soon became awed with the look. She pushed the doors open and stepped inside the icy fortress.


As soon as she entered, she felt even more impressed with the inside. It was just as beautiful as the outside, maybe even more so. The walls were extremely tall. There were arched doorways on the side that lead to what she believed were more hallways. She walked towards the middle of the foyer. She tilted her head upwards and saw a large chandelier. It was the most beautiful thing shes ever seen. It was made entirely out of ice. It was different and unique in its own way. Her eyes then glanced at a stairway nearby that lead all the way to the second floor. She moved forward towards the stairway. She assumed that Elsa was probably upstairs and then climbed up the stairs. When she made it past the staircase, there was a large hallway. She followed down the hallway where it cut off to a large room. The woman scanned the room before her eyes landed on a balcony. There stood the woman she was looking for. Her back was turned to her; Elsa must have not noticed that she had arrived. The woman sighed almost inaudibly and decided to make her presence known.


“Elsa.” She called out. The Queen flinched, then turned around. Her face flushed red in shock, then changed to worry.


“What are you doing here?” Elsa asked.


The woman thought about her answer before replying, “I'm here to see you.” Elsa rose an eyebrow, now curious.


“And why is that?”


The woman moved closer to Elsa, “Well, I wanted to see if you were alright. You left quite early yesterday.” Elsa was silent, then slowly started to inch away from the woman. The woman starred at her, and started to move closer, but not too close. She did not want to scare away the blonde. She just wanted to talk.


“Elsa...” She trailed off. The air around them became heavy as the silence thickened.


“Look, I'm not here to do anything to you, if that is what you're worried about.” She then said. Elsa avoided looking at her face. She inched away even more until her back hit the railing. Her hands clutched the railing tightly.


“That means you know.” She replied after a short while.


The woman sighed and her posture stiffened, “Yes, it does.”


“And that means you know to stay away from me, (Name).” (Name) did not flinch away when Elsa raised her voice. She stood her ground and starred Elsa down. Her concern grew for the blonde.


“Elsa, I'm not going to stay away from you.” Elsa looked frightened by those words. Snow started to shimmer around them. It was light, but it was a sign that Elsa was panicking.


“You must, for your safety!” (Name) moved an inch closer.


“I'm not going to do that. Do you know why?”


Elsa shook her head, her face showed disdain as she tried to keep her powers in check.


“Because I don't think you're dangerous, Elsa. I just're confused on what to do. I would be too.” (Name) said. Her words did not come out the way she wanted to. Her thoughts were scrambled, as she had so much to say, but it was not coming out right. She felt frustrated and worn.


“Look, what I'm trying to say is....that you're not alone on this. I'm here to help. You don't have to hide yourself from me, Elsa. I'm your friend. We could do this together.” Then, (Name) moved to reach out for her. Elsa pressed into the railing as she saw (Name) move closer to her, reaching out for her. She felt fear. Fear for (Name)'s safety.


“No, stay back...” (Name) lifted her hand.


“Please stay back!” Elsa pushed back in fear, her magic coiled around them and the snow became heavier. Unnoticed to Elsa, the railing started to crack from the pressure of her magic. It was a thin railing, which could barely withstand the harsh snow and ice.


(Name) looked around worried. Elsa's magic was getting out of hand and now she could hardly see because of the snow. The wind around her became strong and hit her face violently. She held up her arms to shield her face, and then began to move forward again.


Elsa tried to control her emotions, trying to avoid getting out of relation. Her magic soon became more furious, and her attention became void. She panicked and the wind became stronger. (Name) felt her weight lift a little from the wind and she crouched slightly to keep her weight on the balcony. It was harder to walk now.


The balcony was not big, so it was frustrating to hold her weight down so she wouldn't fly off the mountain side.


“Elsa!” She called out.


There was no answer, but (Name) was desperate at the moment and decided to continue.


“Elsa, you have to gain control of your power!”


“I-I can't!” She heard Elsa shout.


“You have to! If you don't, we'll be blown off the mountain! Elsa, you can't let this power control you! You have to find control! You own this power, not the other way around!” (Name) heard a struggled cry from Elsa.


“You have to promise me, you'll try to gain control! You have to try!” There was a muffled sob and the sound of heavy breathing before she got her answer.


“A-alright, I'll try!” (Name) would smile at this if it weren't a life or death situation.


Elsa felt her tears run down her cheeks as she closed her eyes and tried to calm down. She imagined what would happen if she didn't gain control of her power. What would happen to (Name) if this continued on. They would both die and it would be all her fault. (Name) was right, she needed to control this.


She took a few deep breaths and imagined the storm slowly coming to a stop. She imagined that she controlled this storm. She imagined that she could stop it as well. Her emotions would not come in the way of that. She thought of having complete power in wielding ice, and snow.


She then opened her eyes and held out her hands. A blue glow came from them and covered her palms. Her fingers flexed in a winded motion and the snow and ice floated in the air, slowing their rampage; the ice followed her movements. The wind simmered down and then she lifted her hands to the air. The snow then dissipated into the air with a white and blue light. As soon as it was gone, Elsa took a deep breath. She now felt as if she was in control, but also exhausted.


(Name) looked at the blonde happily and scooted closer. Elsa shared her look and gazed back at her.


“I knew you could do it.” (Name) breathed. Elsa's blue eyes shimmered as tears clouded her vision. (Name) looked at her, startled. “Oh, no I'm sorry Elsa! Did I do something wrong?” She moved forward to hold the Queen's hand.


Elsa giggled at her friends overreaction. “No, no you're fine. It's just said you believed in me.” She paused and looked at (Name)'s hand, which happened to hold hers in it. She blushed at the contact, feeling the warmth that (Name)'s hand gave her. It made something inside her blossom.


“When you said that—I-I felt happy. Like, I felt warm for once.” (Name) starred at Elsa, blush now prominent as well.


“R-really? I just said that I knew you could do it. I mean—you could have done this yourself, cause you're strong enough to.” (Name) started to ramble on and Elsa tightened her grip on (Name)'s hand. “I understand, but I really couldn't do it without you. I felt as if you gave me that push I needed. For that I am thankful.”


(Name) blushed even more at Elsa's kind words and scratched the back of her head nervously, “Umm, Thanks. I would do it over again Elsa, if I needed to. You're my best friend.” She took a shaky breath, she felt slightly embarrassed by Elsa's words. They were so bold and kind, (Name) did not know what to say.


Her eyes settled on Elsa's face. Her train of thought was muddled. With only one thought in mind she felt her heartbeat quicken. She starred. Elsa's lips were full and probably soft. (Name) licked her own lips tentatively. She wondered how it would feel to have the blonde's lips on hers, pressed softly into a kiss. She then bit down on her bottom lip to prevent her from kissing the Queen.


Elsa noticed (Name)'s attention was directly on her. She felt nervous but also happy. Excited even. Her blue eyes gleamed and her cheeks grew warm.


“(Name)...” She whispered. Said woman acknowledged her name being said and hummed in response. “There's something I want to tell you.” Elsa looked unsure of herself before changing her expression to something that could be made out entirely of something that resembled love. She moved to grab (Name)'s other hand. She took both her hands and covered them with her own and held them close. (Name) eyes widened at Elsa's bold actions, her breath hitched.


“Yes, what is it?” (Name) asked curiously.


Elsa bit her lip, still running over her idea to tell (Name) how she felt. She already has her attention, she might as well tell her. There was nothing to lose at this point and Elsa had a strong feeling that (Name) felt the same way.


“You're my friend. We have been friends for a very long time, but I don't want to be friends anymore.” (Name) looked at her, shocked. “W-what do you mean?” The blonde shook her head.


“I mean, I want to be more than friends.” She finished.


(Name) looked dazed. She felt her heart beat even faster as she felt sudden warmth pillowed in her chest. She then smiled at the Queen. “Really?”


“Yes, I do. (Name), I love you.” (Name)'s smile widened into a grin. She grinned so hard, it felt as if her face would split in half. Elsa laughed at her comically. “Well?”


“I love you, too!” (Name) moved fast and smashed her lips onto Elsa's. She felt the blonde smile as she kissed her and moved her lips along with her. (Name) moved her hands and placed them on Elsa's slim waist and Elsa place her hands on (Name)'s shoulders. She held her tightly, and pulled the woman closer to her; deepening the kiss.


A minute or two past and they parted from each other, smiles on their faces. Elsa leaned her forehead on (Name)'s, a relaxed look settled on her face.


“So, what now, my Queen?” (Name) asked. Elsa opened her eyes and leaned back. She turned and looked at the sunset. (Name) moved beside her and leaned onto the railing.


“I guess we head back?” The woman leaned her head on the queen's shoulder and sighed.


“Sounds good to me.”

'Let Down Your Walls' Elsa/Fem! Reader
Author's Note:

Well, Here's the first one to start things off. I like this one a lot so I might do a sequel to it, but I might not either. It really depends. I'm not sure. So yeah, here's Queen Elsa x Fem! Reader. I'm writing more fanfics so be ready for those as well! :)

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I am an Amateur Artist/Writer. I write every now and then, still trying to improve my writing skills. As for art. I have improved a lot from when I started at DA. I haven't uploaded anything about my recent art yet...maybe soon? Still, there is room for improvement.

What else...? Oh yeah, I've also recently 'come out of the closet' as lesbian. My parents and friends have been very supportive. I couldn't ask for anything more! :)

Plans for the Future? Well, travel the world. I also pray that doctors find a cure for type 1 diabetes-- for my lovely sister. I love you my dear sister :) Umm, I also hope that I will be able to sell my art...maybe make a career out of it? Like, draw digital art for video games and books.

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