Haloed by the glittering amber of the evening streetlights and cut by the icy rain, I can only run…

My understanding of who I am becomes less and less clear, like my reflection in the swirling puddles I run through. Undulating, fading, breaking…

I can’t even grasp my name.

But I know I need help.

Wait.

Scratch that.

Scratch all of that. I know exactly who I am, and that is not the way I think. Not the way I speak. Maaaaybe the way I wrote fanfic when I was a little more pretentious, okay, sure, but…

I was Hanna.

I last remembered the world being white and sterile and flashing. Routine surgery, not a surprise—for me, at least. I guess I did need help, if we’re being technical, but why tell me that in such an overblown way? My family was in the hospital waiting room, and—

Family! What happened to my family? The delicate, tender memories shred in my mind, pooling around my pounding heart. The blurry, watery images now appear to be of strange faces, like fragments of dropped pottery…

Watery? Fragments? Okay, call the beta reader. That metaphor didn’t even track.

Still, those blaring words had one thing right: my mind was all off-kilter.

I was in that shiny hospital, then stumbling from step-to-staggered-step in a dark, dank street, soaked with sleet, and back again, back again, back again. Crowds whirled around me. Bicycles. People with starched collars up to their chins pushing baby prams and towing suitcases, trotting to get out of the sudden storm. Carriages pulled by snorting horses. Somewhere far away, a train whistle screeched. Everyone was too distracted by the downpour to look at me.

And then, out of nowhere…

WHAM!

Something heavy threw me into the puddles. I barely got my hands out to break my fall in time, but that couldn’t save me from that jerk, gravity, grabbing hold of my head and knocking it with skull-splitting force into the cobblestone street.

Every last fragment of the hospital burst out of my head. A constant spinning replaced them.

I managed to scrub the rain out of my eyes, but I wasn’t so successful at getting rid of the stars. My legs were dangerously close to the stamping hooves of a pair of white horses and whirling carriage wheels. Considering how the horses were whinnying and trying to catch their footing on the slick street, that cab must have swung on a sharp corner and hit me. And now it was making a break for it.

Through the popping black stars in my vision, I saw a young woman looking out of the carriage window at me.

The face of a young lady I think I recognise…but I can hardly recall the face of my own mother. She glares bitterly down at me.

A heavenly, stern face framed with glorious, shining red waves. Eyes as cold and blue as wintry seas. How was her skin so perfectly lit even on this rainy, grimy night?

Hold on. I did recognise her.

That realization hit me harder than the cab.

Love Blooming. The last game I played before they wheeled me into surgery. The silly magical boarding school dating sim I got hooked on.

Antoinette Delphine. Heiress. Villainess.

Right there, speeding away.

She was all I knew. All I was sure of.

That was the woman I loved.

And as the carriage races away in the rain, the world around me fades into deep, impenetrable blackness…

Hm. Looked like I was dreaming up a fanfic again.

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-BIO-

hanna // love blooming stan blog & antoinette defense squad founder // send fanfic prompts not hate // minors dni!

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Oh hai there, I’m Hanna. You might know me cuz I keep popping up in your fav’s fanfic archive. Or cuz a new drama post about me is trending in the Love Blooming tag. I promise I won't bite. Muah~

I’m the kinda Marie x Antoinette fan they told you to be afraid of so if you don’t want to see essays or fan theories you should probably turn around and head out the door right now. But if you love them then run run run to my #marieantoinettelostherhead tag!!

Please don’t ask for personal info. I auto-delete ANY invasive messages or stupid accusations. I’M NOT A PROSHIPPER OR ANTISHIPPER OR WHATEVER THE INSULT DU JOUR IS. I’M NOT INVOLVED IN YOUR WEIRD PURITAN ARGUMENTS. I’M AN ADULT. THX

I post my fics here and on AO3 [check out my profile HERE!]! I write a tonnnn of fics but here are my most recent favs. I love love love reviews!! If you go on my profile, be warned: some fics are rated M and E

–triple shot, no foam, almond milk, two pumps of caramel, wait, how many exact degrees hot? marie’s sick of her job and this (gorgeous) girl keeps making it harder. // coffee shop au // antoinette x sour!marie

–five times antoinette challenged marie and one time marie turned the tables // antoinette x spice!marie

–the families alarie and delphine shook hands over an alliance that would prevent them from breaking into an all-out war: the wedding of their children. twenty years later, antoinette and etienne strategize better than their parents to go after the loves they truly want. // royal au // antoinette x sugar!marie & etienne x remi // ty for the prompt, etiennes-cufflinks

–marie’s recovered all her memories, and now she’s got 365 miraculous ideas for what to do with her magical plant-growing powers. antoinette thinks her fiancee is full of it. // antoinette x spice!marie // stacistar’s alt. ending au

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–etiennes-cufflinks: omg no thank YOU for filling my prompt!! im so happy it inspired u enough to get on your intro post!! maybe ill have to msg u about a sequel…hihihi

–heartbr888er: THIS BITCH IS STILL HERE?!?!!! LMFAO

–stacistar: You do great work with my AUs, I should just sell em to you!

–spiderfriendgemmy: ETIENNE X ANTOINETTE YEAHHHHHHH

–pemberleys: free blocklist in the notes

–queentrebles: i thought she switched accounts or smth to cover her tracks but no she’s still using her og name and everything. she purged her ao3 comments tho except for the nice ones. typical proship behaviour

–sunset-on-eavredor: I feel like I’m missing something. Anyways marie/antoinette is the superior ship thanks for literally upholding this tiny side of the fandom Hanna