Sabrina x g!p reader Two busy lives clash, will they be able to manage their newfound attraction. Read to find out.

[Descendants Fanfiction, OC(Sabrina Carpenter) X OC(Dylan O'Brien)] "Queenie, you are the queen of my heart" This is the story of a girl who had a chance to go to Auradon and get out of the stinky chunk of land she called home. She -literally- met the prince of her dreams there and lived happily ever after. This is how she did it, facing challenges, building new relationships, finding herself and getting something extra on the way. What if The Queen of Hearts had a daughter? What if she was connected to the crown prince of Auradon, Alexander Beast, in her dreams? What secrets is she yet to find out? Unedited, written as an inexperienced author, LONG PARAGRAPHS, needs a SERIOUS glow up. READ IT IF YOU WANT TO AND I TRULY APPRECIATE EVERYONE WHO LIKES AND SAVES THIS BUT LIKE PLEASE DON'T THIS IS ONE OF THE WORST THINGS I HAVE EVER MADE

On stage, Alex Smith is flawless. Singer. Songwriter. Producer. Actress. Model. Every move rehearsed, every smile a secret. But beneath the lights and applause is someone who's never truly let anyone in - until the night she sees Sabrina Carpenter in the crowd. It's supposed to be routine. The rose she gives out during every performance is part of the act - harmless, symbolic. But when Alex locks eyes with Sabrina, it feels different. Like something inside her recognizes what it's been missing all along. That single gesture changes everything. The chemistry between them is instant - sharp, physical, magnetic. What begins as curiosity and attraction quickly turns into something neither of them can control. Every touch lingers. Every look lasts too long. It's the kind of connection that makes the world fade away. But passion like that doesn't stay hidden for long. In a world built on image, rumors, and envy, both women find themselves walking a line between what they want and what they're supposed to be. Sabrina's heart is still healing, and Alex's is still guarded. Yet, with every secret meeting, every moment spent behind closed doors, what started as desire begins to bloom into something real. Something terrifyingly deep. And just when love finally feels possible, the world reminds them that it's watching - jealous exes, old scars, and dangerous whispers threatening to tear them apart. Still, neither can let go. Because no matter how impossible it seems, that night on stage meant something. It wasn't a performance. It was fate disguised as a rose. 🌹

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A pop star, a viral moment and a pair of pink handcuffs.