#eah fanfic

Apple Ashlynn and briar !!

Raven looked in the mirrors around the dormroom, every inch of her reflection haunting her. Every gleaming surface reminded her of what she was meant to be, of what she was destined to do. And although she couldn’t hear her, couldn’t see her, she knew who was beyond that reflection, the mirror of herself. Standing up from her bed, she walked over to Apple's large mirror, staring at herself. Her dark hair hung past her shoulders down to her waist, the prominent widow's peak and dark color reminiscent of her mothers own features. She took so much after her mother it made her sick, no matter what she did she still looked like her. In fourth grade she shaved off her widow's peak, it didn’t do much to separate the similarities between the two. In seventh she begged her father to let her dye her hair any other color, nothing stuck and she was still her. Raven furrowed her brow watching Apple stir in her bed, when she looked back at herself she saw a glimpse of her mothers evil image in herself. Stumbling back from the mirror her breath quickened and she looked around for her headphones. She couldn’t stand the suffocating feeling of being in there any longer, it was too much. She put her headphones on and sat on the windowsill, looking out onto Ever After. Her breathing steadied and the music calmed her so she could finally clear her mind of anything having to do with those mirrors, her mother, her destiny, Appl- a light tap on her shoulder drove her out of her thoughts. She removed her headphones.

“Raven?” It was Apple, Raven didn’t want to look back at her so she just stared into the night sky. “What are you doing out here?”. Looking back would mean risking seeing herself again, considering nearly every surface was a mirror.

“Why did you have to decorate the room like that,” She huffed out under her breath. Apple looked at her with a quizzical look on her face, why would she ask that? She thought Raven had liked how she decorated her side, it was dark and evil and perfectly reminiscent of her destiny. “What do you mean?” she asked softly, Raven let out a ragged breath, was she crying?

note: erm, first alistair post, yay 👍 thx for almost 200 followers, weee. Okay, im done.

“You know Alistair, smiling once in a while wouldn’t kill you, right?” You teased, elbowing your boyfriend on the side of his torso. The latter winced slightly, pouting. “What? It’s hard to be happy when there’s about- ten different Ever After High princes staring at you.” Alistair retorted, continuing to walk step-in-step with you, gesturing around. “Alistair, it was one. And it was Prince Charming himself, of course he said something to me.” You raised a brow, crossing your arms.

Alistair spluttered. “So? Just because he’s some righteous prince with a sword, and- and, and good hair, and some dumb good-looking face doesn’t mean I have to like it!” He pointed in the air, glaring at you a little. Chuckling, you smiled in return to the boy’s narrowed stare. “I’m not saying like it. I’m saying don’t act like everyone else is worse just because he is.” Alistair scoffed, “Oh, like his friends are any better? Sparrow? Son of Robin Hood? First thing he did when he landed was flirt with Bunny.”

“Okay, fair point. But,” you started, dragging the word out, which caused Alistair to roll his eyes amusedly. “But what, [Name]?” He asked, and you smiled mischievously. “It’s really cute when you get jealous!” Alistair’s cheeks turned red, and he huffed a little. “I hardly get jealous. Hardly [Name]. I just- I just don’t want guys making you uncomfortable. That’s all.” He lied, horribly. And his lack of eye contact proved you right.

“No, no, I think you get pretty jealous. And it’s adorable to try and watch you deny it. I mean, Alistair, seriously, you’re so obvious sometimes.” You explained, “I mean, remember how we started dating?” Alistair sighed like he had just aged fifty years when you brought that event to the forefront of his memory. He does, in fact remember, how you two started dating. And it was all because he couldn’t hold his tongue when he saw you talking to some Ever After prince. He shouldered the guy while he practically spat in his face. In front of everyone. It was humiliating. Yet, despite that horrific memory, he wrapped his arm around your waist, and leaned over to the side of your head.

“You are insufferable, [Name].” Alistair said softly, and you instantly replied back, “Yeah, and your insufferable girlfriend is the only reason your chess doesn’t just have two members. Including you, and myself.” Alistair snickered, “Hey! Bunny was a member too.” The blond reminded you. “Yeah, after I hexted her a picture of your sad little face!” He immediately replied. “Okay, it was not sad! I was just-…” Alistair took in a deep breath, and spoke in a calm, collected tone of voice, “I just thought more people would appreciate the game of chess.” He stated, staring forward.

You gave him a blank stare. He glanced at you once. Twice. Three times. “Okay, I was a little sad.” He shamefully admitted, finally looking at you. “So, am I still insufferable?” You questioned with mock innocence. And Alastair rolled his eyes. “No [Name], you are not.”

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Beautiful things…

I was doing something else and ended up distracted by Brappling ☺️😮‍💨 I love this trio of stupid lesbians so much 🫶🏻

Sparchess redesign look 🎸🦢