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ILLICIT AFFAIRS | TAYLOR SWIFT X FEMALE READER
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    Time 33m
Ongoing, First published Nov 09
Mature
3 new parts
Two princesses - both promised to kings - meet under gilded ceilings and whispered prayers. Duty was written in their blood, but love was never supposed to happen.

What happens when devotion to the crown turns into devotion to each other?




Reminder - this is all fictional, please don't think that I am trying to assume Taylor's sexuality.


[ Warnings ] Interlized homophobia, religous guilt.
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Hands That Remember

20 parts Ongoing Mature

Prologue The sound of her own heartbeat was deafening. Taylor stood frozen in the dark, her breath ragged, her palms slick. She lifted her hands slowly, staring down at them. Red. Streaked across her fingers, staining the lines of her skin. Her chest rose and fell in uneven gasps, the metallic scent of blood clinging to the night air. She swallowed hard, trying to steady herself, but her throat burned. The world felt tilted, wrong-like the universe had shifted in one violent second and left her standing in the wreckage. Somewhere behind her, voices called her name. Desperate. Urgent. She shut her eyes tight, pressing her bloody hands to her chest as if that could erase what she'd done. She whispered into the night, a plea more than a prayer. "No one can ever know." And then-darkness.