Lesbian/Bisexual Oneshots(Gay/lesbian) (book 2)

Frosta X Fem Reader (She-ra)

I haven't watched She-ra in ages, I was obsessed with it for ages, hope you like this oneshot.

Character: Frosta

Fandom: She-ra and the Princesses of Power

Request : Frosta and Y/n cross paths at the Princess Prom the Kingdom of Snows hosted. Y/n is currently linked to the Horde, as a Force Captain.
Also, Y/n is connected to the Black Garnet, instead of Scorpia for the sake of the plot.

Third person pov...

In the ethereal glow of the Crystal Ballroom, where snowflakes danced and laughter echoed through the halls, Princess Frosta of the Kingdom of Snows gazed upon the gathering with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation.

As a member of the Fright Zone's ruling elite, Y/n was an unexpected guest.

Y/n, the enigmatic Force Captain, stood tall and aloof in the midst of the glittering crowd, in their crimson uniform, an aura of both power and vulnerability surrounding them.

Their eyes, a piercing shade of frost, scanned the room until they met Frosta's. A flicker of surprise crossed their cold demeanor as they recognized the heiress to the Snows throne.

Y/n's heart skipped a beat as their eyes met Frosta's. A forbidden desire surged through them, a flicker of defiance against the animosity that divided their worlds.

Frosta felt a strange pull toward the young Horde captain, a yearning that belied their supposed rivalry.

Frosta's heart pounded in her chest. She had never seen a Horde soldier so close before.

The princess, known for her bold spirit, found herself drawn to Y/n's mysterious aura, she approached the Force Captain.

As the Prince's Waltz began to play, an unspoken invitation passed between them. Y/n extended their hand, their knuckles whitening with anticipation.

Frosta hesitated for a moment before placing her cold palm gently in theirs.

"May i have this dance" Y/N asked the princess, Frosta tool her hand. "Yes" as the music swelled, and they began to move in perfect harmony.

Beneath the shimmering chandeliers, Frosta and Y/n twirled and dipped, their bodies moving as one.

The princess found herself lost in the moment, the horrors of the war between the Horde and the Rebellion fading away.

Y/n, for their part, was equally captivated by Frosta's icy beauty and spirited nature.

Frosta's icy exterior softened as she felt Y/n's warm breath on her ear.

"You dance like a soldier with a warrior's fire" she whispered, her voice a cool breeze against their skin.

Y/n's heart swelled with both pride and melancholy. "I fight for what I believe in, even if it means defying the odds"

Beneath the surface of their exchange, there stirred a deeper yearning, a secret longing that threatened to shatter the fragile peace.

As the waltz drew to an end, Frosta knew that her destiny lay not with the Horde, but with the unyielding Force Captain who had captured her heart.

As the dance drew to a close, Frosta's eyes met Y/n's once more.

In that instant, she realized that the enemy she had always known was, in truth, a fellow being trapped by circumstance.

Despite their allegiance, a glimmer of understanding passed between them.

"Thank you" Frosta murmured, her voice barely a whisper.

Y/n nodded and released her hand. As Frosta turned to rejoin her friends, she couldn't help but glance back at the Force Captain.

Y/n stood alone on the dance floor, their eyes distant, their thoughts consumed by the complexities of their dual identity.

In the aftermath of the Princess Prom, neither Frosta nor Y/n could shake the memory of their shared dance.

It had been a brief respite from the conflict that tore their worlds apart, a reminder that even amidst the chaos, there was always room for connection and understanding.

The end!

Hope you liked this oneshot for Frosta. Sorry for any grammar and Spelling mistakes.

Requests are open!

Word count : 660