"You want to be ballet dancer? Get used to psychological terror." Trixie Mattel had been at the academy since the age of eleven. But by the age of sixteen every teacher who had ever believed in her had told her she should quit. She didn't have the body of a dancer, they said. And now, at the age of twenty, when her academy education had ended and all her classmates had gained apprenticeships with ballet companies, Trixie was left with no job and nowhere to train. And so she went to the one person who could make her into a ballerina; Katya Zamolodchikova

Katya is a teenage girl who just graduated from high school, barely. Her final scores did not make her parents happy, and the reason behind it made it even worse: alcohol and marijuana. So, in an attempt of teaching a lesson to the young bad girl, her parents send her off to a little farm in the midwest, where she will assist an adorable elderly couple and their lovable granddaughter, Trixie. (plot credit to @parrillazamo)

*NOW IN MY DRAG QUEENS ONE SHOT BOOK* A Katya x Female!Reader fic. Russia AU. Mature content. freddiesjawline c.2020

Just a fucked up love story between trixie and katya because why not.

Katya is a scientist known for her brilliant mind but also her free spirit. When she is given the task of finishing the first ever human-robot hybrid, she soon questions everything she ever knew. That's all you really need to know so just enjoy❤

It had been an exceedingly ordinary friday at The Trixie Motel until the pair walked in. A business man and a beautiful woman, both Russian, accompanied by four bodyguards. They both looked far too wealthy to be staying at Trixie's little motel, clearly belonging to the group of people who would usually stay in a suite at a 5-star hotel and order unlisted items from the resturants. So why where they there? Why were they at her motel? As Trixie's honey brown eyes met the red lipped beauty's ocean blue's, she felt like the world stood still. All she could see was the woman in front of her who pulled the motel owner to her like a magnet. Little did Trixie know that her entire life was about to be turned upside down by the woman who checked into room 102. A/N: This story is loosely based on Room 104, and inspired by Trixie's idea to open a motel. All events in this book are purely fictional.

They say that the height of happiness is when you should be most frightened. When you've reached the top, the only place you can go is down. Katya wouldn't truly understand the meaning of that until that day. 2 years have passed since Trixie and Katya re-united, and only now was Katya's past catching up with her. As much as she had tried to leave her old life behind, the shadows were now ready to pull her into their clutches, and all she could hope was that Trixie wouldn't be caught in the crossfire. A/N: I'm sorry that this is the ending, but this is the only sequel plot that felt logical to me, and since the demand for a sequel was high, I've decided to go through with it.

When love ends the only way to understand it is to go back to the start... There are two sides to every love story For Trixie, it was easier to start at the end For Katya, it was easier to start at the beginning But the outcome would remain the same With a packed suitcase And a goodbye

"Her name was Beatrice Mattel. And this, was her glass slipper. Perhaps you will allow me to set the record straight?" The Grand Duchess says as she picks a beautiful shoe out of the silver box. "Then it's true? The story?" The writer enquires. "Yes, quite. Now.. what is that frase you use? Ah yes, once upon a time there lived a young girl who loved her father very much..." Most will suspect that the story of Cinderella is nothing but a fairytale, a simple children's tale passed down through generations. Who would have thought that it all actually happened back before Yekaterina Petrovna of House Romanov became Empress of all of Russia? A/N: This story is heavily based on Ever After from 1998, but it is also partly built around Russian history and particularly the life and reign of Empress Yelisaveta Petrovna. Katya essentially is Yelisaveta(Elisabeth) family tree wise in this, and therefore is the great grandaunt of Maria Pavlovna of Russia.

The waves crash against the rocks at the bottom of the cliff. The blue sky mixing with the green ocean like paint in a glass of water. My bare feet feel heavy against the cold stone beneath them as I get closer to the edge. The sea seemes dangerous, but at the same time, unbelievably calm, almost like it's pulling me towards it like a magnet. I remember the first time I was here, it was the day I first saw you. Oh, how I wish I could have saved you. How I wish I could have taken all that pain away. I miss you every day, but I'm not sorry I loved you. I will never be. I will remember you forever, Trixie. Trigger warnings: selfharm, suicide, violence