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me when I reach the angst part of the angsty fic that I specifically chose for the angst

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Sharon Olds, Stag’s Leap

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dearest gentle readers | introduction

pairing(s): marauders (undetermined) x reader

warning(s): eventually 18+, bridgerton au, mentions of marriage, slight cursing?, i’m not british so just pretend i know what i’m talking about, mentions of scandal and incest, not proofread/edited so forgive me

word count: 818

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Sponsored by Lady Minerva McGonagall and desperate to find a match before you’re truly considered a spinster, you find yourself caught up in the whirlwind that is The Season. Will you be able to find a husband by August? Or is fortune just as fickle as the ton?

Swathes of fabric lined with lace, ruffles, and beads filled the great expanse of the room.

Yellows as pale as cream and blues as deep as midnight thrown over chase and chair. London’s dreary gloom seemed brighter the longer such a vibrant array of colors decorated the space. Lady Minerva McGonagall wasted no expense on the three debutantes she’d chosen to sponsor again this season.

Beside you, Mary eyed the fabrics with rapt attention.

You fingered the expensive satin silk of the dress nearest to you. Simple in silk, but a striking royal purple, it truly was a marvel of craftsmanship.

“I can’t believe how many dresses there are.” Mary’s Scottish accent appeared to be far less pronounced than what you might’ve imagined, but you three were sure to be an odd bunch. Lady McGonagall had sponsored you lot for two years already. A favor welcomed by your not-so-noble families. Or rather, your not-so-wealthy families.

“I’ve decided on new wardrobes for you this season. You will be married by the end of it, if I have any say. Mary’s are by the window and Lily’s are by the bed.”

Minerva’s sharp gaze turned to you. You’d had either the luck or misfortune (which one it was, you weren’t quite sure) to additionally spend the last few years as Minerva’s ward. Her rough edges were thorns you’d grown accustomed to, especially in her times attempting to make you a reputable lady.

“Your’s are by the chest of drawers.”

She’d certainly paid attention to detail. Mary’s dresses consisted almost entirely of her favorites: warm pinks and oranges. Brilliantly cut to showcase her clavicle, each dress appeared as if it would cover her breasts modestly but still draw attention to her long, slender neck. The simplicity of their silhouettes showcased the utterly perfect embroidery that decorated each bodice and skirt.

Lily’s were a myriad of greens, sprinkled with the occasional peach or yellow. Her soft, drapey dresses contrasted beautifully with the sleek lines of Mary’s attire.

Your own clothes appeared to be a quite suitable mixture of the two.

In moody shades of blue and violet, with the odd periwinkle and silver, you were honestly looking forward to donning the impressive garments. Any jewelry you wore would be borrowed from Lady McGonagall’s extensive collection. A collection, you were afraid to say, you’d miss dearly once you wed.

It was Lily that surged forward to examine her pieces, a chorus of thank yous from each of your lips as you did the same. Minerva smiled knowingly. Your dresses last year and the year before were beautiful, yes, but these actually suited you in a way those hadn’t. Three years of sponsoring the same girls had gone from a favour to fondness. She leaned onto her cane as her gaze flicked between you all. Still, she would be lying if she said she wasn’t eager to find you husbands.

“This is beautiful,” Lily breathed. In her hands, an elegant ensemble of a cream colored fabric hung. You grinned. If this was any indication of how this year’s season would go, you were more than ready. Jill, Minerva’s favorite maid, entered the room holding four sheets of familiar pale paper. Your eyes narrowed in delight. Lady Whistledown’s Society Papers were a joy every season. Mary reached for the pamphlet first. She knew better than anyone how gossip could be wielded as a weapon, and her eagerness to uncover the secrets of this year’s marriage mart was palpable. You felt the same.

Dearest Gentle Readers,

How lovely it is to greet you again. Our time away from Society has proven wonderfully refreshing indeed, though I would be quite the liar if I claimed to not miss you. Our extraordinary ton has now returned from our glorious reprieve, and it seems there are a many anxious mamas hoping to prey on the unsuspecting wiles of this Season’s eligible bachelors.

Last year, scandal swept through the ton when none other than Miss Narcissa Black married Duke Lucius Malfoy in secret after a supposedly whirlwind love affair. Hopefully, Mr. Sirius Black is as unbothered as he appears.

Regardless of the nearly disastrous ending to last year’s entertaining exploits, the new batch of debutantes seem sparkling indeed.

There is fierce Lady Charity Burbage, who proves to be a bold wonder amongst a meek crowd. Or perhaps one might find interest in Lady Aurora Sinistra, who I dare say is more brilliant and sharp than ever. Even Lady Pandora Rosier seems dreamier of late.

There is one thing for certain, reader: this season will be one to remember.

Keep your wits about you. Scandal lurks in every corner, as tricky as a hungry fox and more than ready to sink its claws into an unknowing victim. Guard your hearts, gentle ton, for I fear what I will write this season will be quite damning indeed.

Yours Truly,

Lady Whistledown

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didn’t ask, don’t care, plus my tits bounce when i walk

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some nights i can literally feel the crazy in my veins

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                               ✩      simbolos      !!⠀     ⠀💤

                       🌊    𓈒      ׂ   ㅤ─   𓇼    ˀ     ⏜    𓆝      ✧

                       𓆟      파도 🫙     ̊     𓊆𓇻𓊇     ׂ     𓈒      ⭑

                      ⚓  ♰     .     ࣪  🪨 ♡‌  ㅤ۪ㅤ    ⏖     ꒪       𓉼    

                       🩻Ⓘㅤ ༻       ∗  ㅤ۫ㅤ     𝇈 🐠     ，    ⭒

                        🎧    𓈒    ✮       ⃘     ׅ     ❽  🫧       𓋪    𓆉

                       ★ㅤㅤ —ㅤ  @s-oopitaa⠀ㅤ᛬     ⠀ 🪞

               𝅭ㅤ𝅭ㅤ⸺ㅤcr. a su respectivo creador/a     ♡ ⠀  ୭

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insta bios!

✶ . ࣪ ׅ 04 ' 🪐

☆ “we were born to die”☆

— @honeymoon ਏਓ

222 | 🎧🥥💭

october, infp ★

★ ! 𝟿𝟽 · jjk

— 🎧 !! 𝑠𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛

𝓙

— 11:11 | 2007

♡ · scorpio

naturally introverted, selectively extroverd

̊ ⋆୨♡୧⋆ ̊

november | infp - 17

📿🕯️💌📖🗝️

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

౨ৎ'🌙 .

the tattoo on my ring finger

—★! 07 liner

౨ৎ @txt_bighit

(🪜) ᰔᩚ give me a memory i can use ・．｡ﾟ

— ౨ৎ : 🫀🎧

💭🎧🫧 | 6teen

—★in the dark times, let kindness be the light.

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𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗅

𝗈𝑓 ✿𝅼 𝗉𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗌

𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝑝𝖾𝗋𝖿𝗎𝗆𝖾.

͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏

𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾

𝒊 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝗈𝗇𝖾 ★.

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𝒊 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾

𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝒍𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝗇.

𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗌.

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𝗈𝗇 ㅤ𝓽𝓱𝓮 ㅤ𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 ㅤ𝗈𝒇 ㅤ 𝖻𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖿𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗌 ㅤ ／ ㅤ✿. ㅤ𝓦𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗆, 𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗏𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾, 𝖺 𝗉𝗈𝖾𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗂𝗋, 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗀, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗎𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝓵𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗒.

𝒊.ㅤㅤ❀𝅼ㅤㅤ𝗇𝗈 𝗃𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗂𝗆 𝖽𝖺𝗌 𝓯𝗅𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝗉𝖾��𝖿𝗎𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖺𝗌, 𝗈 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺 𝗌𝖾 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗅𝗁𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗅𝖺 𝖺𝗋, 𝗎𝗆 𝓹𝗈𝖾𝗆𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗌 𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗌, 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗓𝖾𝗆 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗁𝖺𝗋 𝓮 𝗌𝗎𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖺𝗋.

𝒇𝗈𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 ﹙ クス ──── 𝒊. 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗌 ﹚ 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗃𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 #𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 ♥︎ 𝗏𝗅𝗈𝗀¹ ／ 𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗒, 𝗈𝗉𝗎𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗌.

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you guys are the real heroes

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윤기 ⎯ 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾

𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝗈𝗈𝗇 ✮ 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗌.

𖹭 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗌 ▯

𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾, 𝐭𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲.

𝗆͟𝗈͟𝗇͟𝗈 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫

𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 ❀ 𝗀���𝗍 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗈.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟗𝟓 ✿𝆬 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗅

𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗒, 지민.

ㅤ𝐎'H 𝐌'Y 𝐆'OD - ( 优美 • 美女 )

𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝐬-𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗌 t𝗈𝗈

𝖻𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍, 𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐤.

ㅤ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏

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𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗎𝗑 ͏ ͏ ͏𝖽𝖾 ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏𝑓𝗅𝖾𝗎𝗋𝗌 ͏ ͏ ͏♡ ͏ ͏ ͏𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌.

ᘍ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖾̀𝗋𝖾 ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ #͏𝖼𝗈𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗊𝗎𝖾. ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏★

𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖿𝗎𝗆 ͏ ͏ ͏͏𝒅𝖾𝗌 ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏✿𝅼 ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏𝗉𝖾́𝗍𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗌.

✿ ͏ ͏ ͏𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗂𝖾 ͏ ͏ ͏𝖽𝗎 ͏ ͏﹙͏𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗿﹚ ͏ ͏͏𝖽𝖾 ͏ ͏ ͏𝑙𝗎𝗇𝖾. ͏ ͏ ͏

𝗇𝖾 ͏ ͏ ͏͏𝗋𝖾̂𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗍 ͏ ͏ ͏𝗊𝗎𝖾 ͏ ͏ ♥ ͏ ͏ ͏͏𝖽𝖾 ͏ ͏ ͏𝗍𝗈𝗂. ͏ ͏ ͏꒱

✶ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏─ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏𝗍𝖾𝗌 ͏ ͏ ͏𝘆𝗲𝘂𝘅 ͏ ͏ ͏𝖽𝖾 ͏ ͏ ͏𝗆𝗂𝖾𝗅.

bios.

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