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Francesca tried not to cry as she heard the familiar voice of Michaela. She had a tried to be strong in public, mostly she didn’t want pity or people acting like they missed john when they did not know him. She knew her family for example, had grown to like john as a treasured member of the family, they mourned him too, but they always seemed to be waiting for her to break. She knew they would be there for her, but she just didn’t want to break. She would cry her eyes out in private, sometimes with john’s mother Janet, but mostly alone. She had been able to appear strong, and she took pride in that. She and john were private people, so mourning so public felt fake.

However the way Michaela’s voice hit her ear, it was almost too much. She looked at the kind face of one of the few people who could truly share her grief over john. She almost cried but instead stumbled through ❝I’ve been better❞ she admitted trying to joke, but all it did was bring on the tears. She tried to hide them, but something about Michaela, made the tears come. It wasn’t that she was sad to see her, but more Francesca knew she was safe from all the things she didn’t want when people would see her grief.

John's death had hit Michaela hard. They had been close since childhood, and for the last couple of years, he had been the only family for her. She had trusted him like no one else. Sometimes it felt like she had fallen off a galloping horse. And then there was Francesca! Michaela had wanted to stay at Kilmartin, had wanted to take care of the woman she had grown so close to. But the sad look on her face was too much. Had tugged at her heartstring strongly enough for it to break in two, so she had stayed in Edinburgh more and more. Made excuses of managing the inheritance. Making sure that none of their extended family sunk their claws into it. She felt guilty. She missed Francesca more than she was willing to admit. Complicated emotions toward the other woman had become trickier. Almost unbearably so.

Michaela didn't know why she had decided to follow Francesca to London. Why she had come to the Bridgerton House, especially when there was was party in progress. But she found the other woman in the garden. Her words made her halt for a moment, wondering if it would be best to leave and wait to make her presence known. But before she could make the decision, Francesca's eyes landed on her. "Hello Francesca. How have you been?"

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Fiyero shook his head, he wasn’t upset with Glinda, but he was worried ❝you could have backed her up. The lies put her danger. Unless you plan on using your new position on doing just that❞ he knew Glinda was a good person, even if like him she enjoyed what others seem as shallow pursuits. She loved elphaba, he knew she did.

"Fiyero," the blonde glanced back at him then. "What exactly was I supposed to do?" His girlfriend countered. "I didn't exactly know what else to say in the moment..." she tried to defend in the moment then.

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Edmund listened. He was stil fairly new to being a king, like a narnian king, because edngland had things like duke, dutches and such, but they had no real power anymore. Even the king was becoming more of a figurehead rather than an absolute ruler. However he and his siblings were going to honor the narnians and their structure and try and rule best they could

❝as i said, i don’t see why it could not go to you as his own daughter, but I’ll check with my siblings. All decisions we make together❞ he truly did not know what he’d do without them. He was not fit to be king on his own, but somehow sharing it with peter made it a bit easier to do. He had Peter’s back and peter had his. ❝tell anyone who wishes to push their way in, that the kings and queens are looking into it. For now you and your family are the only ones allowed to stay there❞

Freya gave a small smile and nodded "There are a few noble men that would wish to claim my ancestral home as their own, the lands included, because they do not see women as fit to reign. But luckily, I have had a King of Narnia come to my aid, and he and his sisters rule perfectly well." She breathed.

"Thank you King Edmund. As long as I have these lands, myself and my people will be truly loyal to you and yours." She said softly with a small smile. It was strange to be in his presence. She had heard so much about him, but hadn't expected him to be quite so handsome.

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Selina did not know how to describe what she and the bat had. There was chemistry, and feelings, for sure, but they were on opposite sides of the law. Well at least that’s what they told each other. However he was more like her than he cared to realize, and she was more like him than she’d care to realize ❝i don’t know what you mean Batsy❞ she lied ❝I’m just a girl, standing in front of a boy, telling him to get out of her way so she can go home.❞ Selina hated that he seemed to read her mind. It was frustrating

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“Are you really gonna leave without asking me the question you’ve been dying to ask me?” Bruce asked softly, looking up at Selina- they'd been arguing, which made sense; they came from two different worlds and and that meant they saw things very differently. "You've had something on your mind all night. But you're hesitating- why?"

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Fiona loved imogen, and how she got so passionate about whatever project she or they were working on. It helped keep her passion alive. However imogen was about to get too obsessed and not stop and take a break. ❝you need to eat Immy.❞ she stated and kissed her softly ❝this will all still be here if we go grab something to eat i promise❞ Fiona smiled.

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Perhaps she'd been babbling on about her latest fashion project, but the sudden lips of theirs against her definitely stopped her. She didn't mind. In fact, she leaned into it and returned the action. Besides it was from Fiona and she loved them a lot. As time passed by though she forgot about her fashion project and let herself continue to get swept up in the moment.

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Inej always assumed she’d come back to ketterdamn one day. Perhaps to see Jesper, wylan and Nina. Perhaps to see old contacts that had become friendly faces. This had been her home for so long, that even with the bad memories, there was a lot of good as well. Maybe not a lot of good, but some truly treasured ones that she held onto like a religious relic. Jesper fehey had become like a brother to her, and she adored him. She had grown fond of Nina zenik and wylan van eck, and yes, there was one she had also cared for, kaz brekker.

She had told herself she could move forward and leave, at least him behind as she searched for her remaining family, but he had left a mark on her. He was the first person who treated her with any kind of respect or kindness, well at least what passed for kindness for kaz. That made her smile. He was harsh and closed off, but there was another side to him that few saw, but she had. Even though she knew it was futile, she had fallen for him. She had wanted more than he could give, and she had known that. His words echoing in her ear

“Stay, stay in ketterdamn, stay with me” and oh how she wanted to. However she could not. She told herself it was because of her brother, but really she was scared of loving him and him never letting her in

However she needed to see him. He was about to make a deal with one of the slavers that had taken her and her brother. There were three and one broke away form the others. Kaz was money hungry sure, but even he had a moral code. She had to believe he didn’t know. He couldn’t have known.

❝hello kaz brekker❞ she said, removing her cowl over her mouth ❝you still do not lock your windows❞ she told mal she’d be back soon, and Toyla had offered to come with her, but she had to face him alone

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Kaz shuts the safe, slapping the tumbler into a spin. For a moment he’s silent, then looks to the closed window overlooking his desk. It used to be open, and regardless of the weather, the Wraith would perch onto it like a bird, sometimes quiet, sometimes with a few words. His new spider, Asha, a Zemeni girl he’d bought the indenture off the Menagerie under Per Haskell’s blessing, didn’t sit on the edge of his window – he didn’t let her. The window was like a keepsake to keep untouched, sacred.

I will have you, Kaz Brekker, without your armor. Or not at all.

He couldn’t give Inej what she needed no matter how much he wanted to. Her indenture was paid in full – she was free, and she’d taken that freedom. Good on her, he'd remind himself. He’d thought of all crooked ways he could have kept her with him. His reputation surely calls for it, but he’d let her go… Six months had passed since, the window forever shut. Taking a few swings of whiskey, he peels his gloves off one by one and delicately sets them next to the water basin.

Forcing himself to shove Inej’s visage from his mind, Kaz starts to plot the next part of his plan alongside Asha’s latest findings. A few hundred thousand kruge would help fill the Crow Club’s belly for a while.

He rubs his hands in the basin, picks up a nearby towel – and stops short, his expression suddenly stone cold. He can suddenly pick up the night life of the streets below as opposed to moments prior; reflected in the mirror, the window is fully open.

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Anthony was probably delirious from fever, or just deliriously in love but he added ❝ever the attentive nurse lady bridgerton❞ he smiled and laid back down. He had so much to do, as viscount, that he didn’t like being sick. However, he knew Kate wasn’t the type to just let him work when sick. In a way he was grateful. He spent his whole life taking care of everyone, to have someone do the same of him was, well nice.

"It's cute that you think you never are," the viscountess chuckled gently as she looked back after her husband. "Now would you lay back down? That fever's not going to break if you insist on walking around everywhere..."

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Fredrich had heard German his whole life. It was his native tongue. He knew some people may not find it, but he found it a beautiful langue. However he had never heard it sound so lovely as it did coming from miss Edwina sharma. It was like music, and he was taken aback by how it affected him. Usually if someone learned his native langue, it was always butchered and he wouldn’t want them to feel badly, so he ignore it.

❝it is truly my aunt❞ he began ❝there is very little i would not do for her❞ he loved his aunt and uncle, and a few of his cousins. He was shyer than they were and he did not care for the rakish lifestyle they did. ❝your German is very impressive❞ he added, trying to find words. He wasn’t as suave as some people would think a prince should be, but wasn’t a complete dolt either ❝my aunt tells me you are from India originally, what was it like? I hear it’s very warm❞ he was used to the colder wetter European weather. He’d always wanted to travel somewhere warm

Edwina knew of the Queen's plans. It would have been a loss of face not to do everything in her power to find a match for the diamond of the season. But after everything that had happened and the gossip it had stirred inside the Ton, the young woman had been reluctant. She didn't want to disappoint the Queen. She wanted to leave everything behind and move on, but she was afraid as well. She had not been in love with Lord Bridgerton the way Kate was, but she had been smitten, and he had been charming and courteous. It hadn't been hard to imagine a life as his wife. She didn't want to fall into the same trap twice. Wanted to shield her heart better. But the party was delightful. The weather was sunny, and Kate did everything in her power to make the best of it. To make her laugh. Everyone did their best to make her feel at ease.

From the corner of her eyes, she saw the prince approach, and she reached out to keep her sister by her side, but it was too late. Kate had disappeared into the small crowd, and Prince Friedrich was talking to her. She gave a curtsy. "Thank you and the Queen for inviting me, Your Royal Highness. Dankeschön." She had learned a few words of German, just in case. "Are you enjoying yourself?"

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//working on organizing my blogs:

my main rp blog: making sure all replies are done and in the queue ( with 3 a day, i only have 6 more to do, giving me queue till next sunday.

get my muse page fixed (i can't figure out the code so if someone is good at that, let me know)

my resource blog: organizing all the gifpacks i use, making it easier for me to find them to do replies

my meme's blog: this is gonna be private unless you are willing to reblog from the source, not me. its a place where i can keep them organized. i will be harsh about this

go through my mutuals list: i will be tagging everyone we haven't made a thread yet or haven't interacted in a long time to see if you wish to still plot, we'll get that started again. if we are interacting regularly, even if we don't have a lot of threads, you won't be tagged.

make some gifs for my main blog:i have been neglecting that one.

the next 2 weeks is my time frame.

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Anthony simple said ❝its because i love you Kate. I want this to be as real and true of a marriage as it can be.❞ they had their struggles, but now that they were here, Anthony was not going to take it for granted. He kissed her forehead as he pulled her close ❝i am not perfect, but i will send my life, proving to you that i am worthy of you❞ Anthony added ❝you have to know that you are the very best thing to happen to me. I love you so much.❞

Kate glanced back at her husband, she really did feel so flattered that he wanted to share such a meaningful aspect of his life. "Wow..." the viscouness murmured gently then. "It's beautiful." She glanced around the area. "I'm happy that you want to be so open with me." She pecked at his lips. "It means a lot."

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Benedict smirked ❝don’t let the family know that, they are a jealous and competitive bunch❞ he laughed a little. He had all the sister’s he could ever ask for, and loved each of them, but if he had to pick another, it would’ve been Cordelia. He was shocked but happy she’d married Anthony. Anthony was a bit stoic and gruff, but there was no man who was as devoted to his family than he. He knew he’d be a good husband to Cordelia, which is why he supported it. ❝see that just sound right. Brother❞ he chuckled ❝so I guess my brother hasn’t given you reason to kick him out yet?❞ Benedict teased adding ❝nothing more than things have been going well, and he’s happy with how its turned out❞ Anthony was not someone who would share anything that might cause her to be embarrassed, he was more respectful

"See, and this is why you're my favorite Bridgerton..." the viscountess chuckled looking back at her best friend turned brother-in-law. She set down her sketchbook and the rest of her supplies then putting them all down on the table at her side. "What did he tell you?" Cordelia questioned then indirectly referring to Anthony. "I'm fine brother." She tried to tell him then.

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He simply shook his head ❝i will sleep I promise❞ he wasn’t going to stay awake forever, but he also loved the women so much, allowing her to sleep as he watched felt like a gift more than a sacrifice

Matthais smiled at his beautiful Nina ❝even if i said no, i think you would make me❞ she’d never used her powers to harm him, in fact she had only ever tried to help him, get him to wake up when he was almost drowned, warmed up in a cottage. It was that kindness that had made him see grisha and her in new light. He teased because he trusted she would never do anything to harm him or against his will.

" and when will you sleep? " nina scolds and shoves his arm angrily, clear frustration displayed on her features. " you need to sleep too, matthias. "

her eyes plead with him but her voice is stern. " at the next stop, you will rest. i will keep watch, understand ? "

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Sophie wanted to reject his kindness. She loved Benedict, more than she could ever express. He was her Prince Charming but unlike Cinderella, she could never have him. She was a servant and illegitimate. He could never marry her, which is why she’d been asked to be his mistress. However… he… was kind, charming, and caring. Not just with her or his siblings, but the warmth he showed his sister in laws Kate and Penelope, as well as his way of looking at Sophie as if she was the most wonderful and beautiful women who ever lived, oh she hated it, she hated that she couldn’t hate him and instead loved him more

❝i saw a bee, it scared me❞ she lied. She took the handkerchief, knowing he would hold it out for her until she did. She saw the charcoal on his fingers ❝you’ve been drawing?❞ she asked, partially because she wanted to change the subject, but also because she was happy for him. He said he had given up his art because he felt he was only accepted into the art college because of his brothers money. Sophie had told him many times he was wonderful, and knowing he was doing it again, filed her with joy for him

Benedict had come to the backyard to smoke, but stopped as he saw Sophie. It was obvious that she'd been crying. "No ladies at home today. They've all gone out for some tea with Lady Danbury." It had given him the chance to work on some charcoal drawing. They had stained his fingertips black. It left marks on the handkerchief he pulled out of his pocket and offered to Sophie with a gentle smile. "What has left you so bereft, Miss Sophie?" Benedict waved the handkerchief, coaxing her into taking it. "Come on, take it. It won't bite. Or would you like a cigarette instead?" Gentle smile morphed into an impish smirk.

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padme smiled warmly ❝oh i was hoping to speak with you both, but i suppose i get it. I miss home when I’m away❞ she loved anakin, but sometimes she envied bail’s marriage. They saw each other for one, and were always open with one another. ❝please sit❞ her droid brought over some tea. ❝i need to ask you something, and i only ask because you are one of the only people in the world i trust anymore❞ she paused ❝i can’t explain it, but I feel something bad is going to happen to me when i give birth❞ anakin had his dreams, but padme started having her own feelings ❝i haven’t told anyone but i am having twins. I know one of the babies family memebers❞ anakin step brother ❝is willing to take one, but i want to know if you’d take care of the other, in case something did happen❞ she had been speaking with obi wan, and she didn’t want the Jedi to find either. There was something happening she didn’t know how to explain it, but if she was gone, the babies shouldn’t be together ❝i know you and breha will love the child as if they were your own. That’s all i want❞

As much as Bail wanted to treat it as a casual meeting between friends, he could tell Padmé had something serious to share with him. Still, he couldn't help but smile smittenly when his wife was mentioned. He was a simple man when it came to Breha, unwilling to hide his love for her. "Yes, she took a shuttle to Aldeeran yesterday. The people need their queen." He chuckled softly. "But I think you have something to discuss besides my wife. What do you need?" The older senator let go of his colleague and sat down, curious about her answer.

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Upon hearing her voice, Lan felt his whole body tighten. He turned to her and say, in barely a whisper ❝Nynave❞ she had taken his breath away. She was still the most beautiful women he’d ever seen. Strong, cunning, compassionate. She was everything, and he loved her. He never thought he’d ever really fall in love with anyone. He loved Moiriane. He loved his friends, and the survivors of his homeland, but never thought he’d fall in love.

Maybe that was because being in love with nynaeve was as easy as breathing. He didn’t have to tell his lungs to breathe, they just did. He didn’t have to tell his heart to love how intensely she looked after the others from the two rivers, or to love how her whole face lit up when she laughed, or tell his heart to skip a beat whenever she was even mentioned. It just happened. He slowly approached her ❝i have missed you. So much❞

Lan's ring around her neck was a constant reminder of his presence. Of what they shared. Of what he couldn't give her. Still, it would be futile to try to forget him. He had spoken of hating and loving the man she would choose without understanding that there would be no other man but him. Nynaeve had not expected to ever marry. Had put the thought from her mind. A wisdom seldom married, an Aes Sedai even less. But now her dreams were haunted by what she had seen in the rings. By their life together. The pain of leaving him. How could she stay away now that he was close again?

The mention of Moiraine's name made the hair at the back of her neck bristle. Light burn her! She didn't want to think about the Aes Sedai now. "It's not her," she answered, voice weaker than she would've liked. She wanted to run and wrap herself around him. Wanted to admonish him for the foolish notion that they could ever find happiness apart. Instead, nervous fingers grabbed her braid to hold onto something.

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Courtney felt a jolt of excitement when he said he didn’t mind and he liked it ❝really? Oh my god thank you! I was really worried. Pat said you wouldn’t mind, but i was still worried.❞ for so long she thought starman had been her father, but it wasn’t true. Her real father had been a piece of shit, and Pat would always be her dad. Still, she hoped Sylvester would be a mentor. Someone who could help her who had been starman. ❝I’d love to hear all about it, if you want to tell it. I don’t wanna push, but i guess i have so many questions and don’t know where to start.❞

sylvester was sitting across from courtney picking at his food. he picks up a piece of food, looking over at the younger hero. he had a feeling the teen had a lot of questions, considering he was her age when he first started fighting crime with pat. he leans forward a bit, grinning. "nah, i'm not mad. I think it looks cooler on you, anyway, especially compared to the costume i wore when i was your age. it was blue with white stars and red underwear." he laughs softly.

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Marcel smiled ❝yeah yeah i get it, you want more out of life and you deserve it❞ even with a hint of kidding, he meant what he said ❝but damn you could’ve picked a better successor❞ he watched as the bartender poured a stronger drink. He placed a hundred on the counter ❝for you❞ he then looked at the blonde ❝I’m doing well i suppose. Trying to bring order back to the quarter. How about you?❞

Cami couldn't help but give him a smile. "My days of pouring drinks are over," she told him but then she glanced over the bar to the woman standing there. "Hey Laurie..." A knowing smile was shared between the two. "I am sure there is a bottle hidden on the bottom shelf. If you share a bit with my friend here, he'll tip real well." That was enough of a sell for the bartender and she went to get Marcel something that wasn't watered down. "How have you been?"