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A foreign import of beauty and brains, Violeta did not give her chance of being the diamond of the season much consideration. Though she favoured her chances of landing a marriage. With her sister by her side, though, she supposed anything was possible. At the declaration of her success, a demure smile crossed her expression, humble and grateful for the recognition.

It was all so fast that she found herself in front of an eligible bachelor decided by the queen. Tall, chiselled with sharp features so elegantly crafted, he was a fine picture of a man. Lady Kenobi had pointed him out to her previously, Viscount Bridgerton, he would be a fine catch.

"Of course, the pleasure would be all mine." She placed her gloved hand in his delicately. "Thank you, Your Majesty." Bowing her head, she returned her gaze to Adam only when the Queen's attention was drawn elsewhere. "Shall we, Viscount?" Her eyes twinkled under the light of the crystal chandeliers, dark as the night only highlighted by the dainty blush colour of her dress.

Adam made a retort about how she thought his smile was pleasing but it reached absolute nowhere since she stormed off and back into the Ball. It made sense, this was hardly proper or becoming of either of them--whomever she was, she was of class and was not meant to be unchaperoned with anyone, let alone speaking so freely.

He did not see her anymore during that evening and made it back home--skipped going back to his lodgings or someone else's bed, he had bigger matters to discuss and a long list of potential wives to strike down. There was simply none worthy of the viscountess title and he would have only the best. Hopefully the Queen would name her diamond during the next ball and he'd have his wife. Almost no one could compete with his title and family--maybe Benjamin but he was still abroad.

"I worry about you," Violet muttered the next morning, bringing him back from thoughts of the mistery lady and how plum her lips looked when mad. "Oh worry not mother. I will be needing your ring soon enough. I will find the perfect viscountess, it's only proving trickier than expected. Most mamas aren't as thoughtful as you with their daughters," there was an insult in there somewhere but also praise so Violet took it and left to visit her friend Lady Kenobi and discuss the hunt of the season.

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'You've got your diamond brother," Cristobal muttered to Adam, patting his back before the eldest rushed to be front and center. The Queen, meddler as ever introduced him to his future bride. "I am most grateful for the introduction, Your Majesty. I only hope I shall be afforded the pleasure of a dance," he said to Maly with the most charming of tones and smile, extending his right hand to her.

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Few things thrilled Olivier more than Teddy's reactions to him. His grin widened into something almost blinding before he pushed the door open. "Of course, *bienvenue dans mon château*." He walked back into his apartment, one filled with fine comfortable furniture and shed silk clothes.

"Don't mind the mess, I found my inspiration." He reached his arms above his head and stretched, the muscles on his back contorting beautifully. "What can I do for you, cher? How can I help?"

Teddy was enjoying his time away from home tremendously. He was enjoying Olivier's company most of all and his friends. They were all so... unlike anything he had ever known. He wondered if Cris had this much fun when he travelled. He wasn't sure what exactly had drove him to visit Olivier's place on his own, specially knowing just how badly he had it for the other man. He had no idea what to do, what would be safe but considering the few parties he had been to, well, he thought Meeka's friend was a safe--or as safe as he'll ever be.

And he was tired of playing it safe.

Still, he was still himself and when Olivier opened the door shirtless and with paint all over him, words failed him for more than a few moment. "Ehhhh-hi," he managed in the most stupid of ways. "Uhm, hello. Can I come in?"

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"Miss Prue, please, allow me to assist. I would not forgive myself if I left and something happened to you or Mr Phillip. I can get into places you can not. Stand down." His voice was gentle and firm, unrelenting. She would not push him away so easily.

Prue was not having a good week and she was tired and exhausted--she was mostly tired of men, all the men in her family and life were tools or idiots or both. She could get things done much effective, she had seen her mother and Lady Kenobi do it with a flick of their wrist or a particular stare and she could master that art too, it wasn't that difficult.

But the boys of her family were all fools, for different reasons. Adam was stuck between a rock and a hard place of his own creation, Cristobal was trying to be Adam, Phillip was... Phillip and Teddy... Teddy reminded her of that tower of a man who thought could tell her what to do. The Audacity of that man her mother had gotten.

In Hampshire's defense, he was very good at getting Teddy out of trouble. He was also very sweet. And handsome. But he drove her a little crazy and that made her mother smile a little and that in turn, drove Prue mad, as if Violet knew something she didn't.

But she was not here dressed with her lady maid's clothes to be thinking about her mother or the boys or Mr. Hampshire. She was here to find proof that that horrible man that had offered Phillip a deal too good to be true was in fact full of lies.

She had snuck into the place where they held fights--Adam would never approve of her being here and was startled by Brett's voice. "What are y--you know what? Please leave, you're going to blow my--Someone is trying to trick Phillip, please leave. I can handle this."

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Brett wasn't sure what he did, but he was scared. He had heard of the Dowager Viscountess, not anything bad about her, by all accounts she was a lovely lady! But that did not ease his concern that he had been plucked from the fields and brought up to the big house. Before entering, he made sure to clean his hands and his face and use his shirt to dry with.

He followed the butler up to the famed tea room with timid steps. Hyperaware of his height, and broad shoulders, he was careful to duck and turn sideways to fit through the doorways safely. He stood awkwardly in the room, clutching his little summer hat in his fist. "Yes, please, Viscountess." He stepped further into the room daintily, careful not to dirty anything.

@florxdexcerezos the m.ilf to end all mi.lfs

Violet was on a mission. Adam had found his diamond and even though she did not agree with his methods or his choice for wife she had other problems, bigger problems in a way. A spinster daughter with ideas, a son that couldn't find his place, a second son that tried his hardest to be Adam's shadow and the baby of the family who had... other inclinations, closer to her own heart but it was certainly different and more difficult for men, specially a young one like teddy.

Adam could hold the fort in london for a week without her or Prue while she headed back to their home, the one she liked best. Prue could be Prue and she could find a fine man for her--and to look after Teddy from the viper tongues of the ton.

She asked around for candidates: strong, single, good hearted, with a sense of duty and respect for the family. She needed someone she could trust the safety of her children (and hopefully some grandchildren if Prue was inclined).

Finally she saw him--a tower of a man working the fields. He looked not much younger than her older boys, probably the same age as ben (Ben was her boy too, even if Padme had done some of the raising). He looked strong, determined and very, very attractive if she were younger and looking he'd make a fine and fun addition to her bed.

She asked him to go by the house in a few hours to discuss a matter related to his employment and waited for him, the picture of poise at her drawing room, tea and cookies set.

"Mr. Hampshire for you ma'am," the butler announced and she got up. "Thank you for coming. Tea?"

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@amomentxofhappiness asked for the Alves sisters

"You certainly enjoyed yourself at the modiste." Meeka teased upon exiting the carriage, extending her hand for her younger sister.

A pale hand came out from the carriage to grab Meeka's before out stepped Maly. "Can you blame me? English fashion has its own charm, I was quite fascinated with all the fabrics and colour options they had. Even the materials for the wedding dresses were inspiring."

They linked arms before starting their walk up to the front door. "Most of it is French, sister, though, did you see the way she looked at you when you spoke French? Her eyes were as wide as dinner plates."

"is that why you reminded me to speak English?" Their conversation was softly spoken, as they were brought up to the tea room.

"Aside from being proper manners in good company, yes."

"The dishonesty." "The audacity."

They fell silent as they were brought into the room after being introduced.

"Ladies Mekayla and Violeta Alves."

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@amomentxofhappiness wanted a bite of this man too

It had been a long day of doing....nothing. He ate, mused, breakfasted. He was a man of leisure. Blessed enough to be able to pursue his wants and not his duties, Olivier took advantage of every moment. Clothes were for the socially confined. His body was one to be looked at, adored, immortalised in the finest oil paints one could buy. People deserved to observe the view so why bother with billowing shirts that bared so little? Pitiful pieces of fabric.

He was in the middle of painting when there was a knock on the door to his apartment. Setting down his palette, he stepped over the sheet and other various supplies before answering. He poked his head around the door and broke into a grin before opening the door wider to reveal his paint splattered chest.

"Hello, Teddy~ Looking for me?"

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@amomentxofhappiness asked for a serving of the big boi

He had received a message that Prue might have been about to get into something. It came, quite handily, with a suggestion as to where she might have been. Now it was where Brett was. Tall, and menacing simply by having a plain expression.

"Miss Prue, what do you think you're doing?" He asked, even as he approached to come and retrieve her. Her chaos just simply wouldn't do.

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Oh shit. Kat did not anticipate her husband having such a visceral reaction to the party. Disapproval, yes, hell, maybe even some frustration that would fade away quickly. But nothing so strong for him to feel compelled to use her government name. Her expression faltered, her smile dropping to be replaced with concern, and maybe a bit of upset.

"I'm sorry." She meant it, sincerely. She wasn't just saying it to get him to stay. "Say the word, I'll cancel it. I'll tell them you're not feeling well or something, and I'll tell them to go home." Even if everyone had already landed and checked into hotels. She'd collect the gifts and reimburse all the money they spent on travel and hotels without a complaint.

"I knew it," Phil muttered shaking his head not at all pleased. Deep down he knew he should be thankful for his partner and their families and he was... he was just... so... tired of being a complete failure. He was exhausted of feeling nothing made sense (except for Kat). He hated his job, he hated his attitude, he hated that he was now 40 years old and still felt he was in his 20s except when he needed to kneel or when he drank more than 2 beers and the hangover would last 48 hours instead of 4. He hated all of it. He needed to change. Changes. Something.

Right now all he wanted to do was rant. He was painfully good at ranting. "I don't want cake. I don't want to see your parents or my brother whose life is now perfect. I just--I can't deal with this right now. I don't want to deal with this right now Kyna." The actual first name should give his wife a clue that he meant business. Walking towards the door he grabbed his coat, "I need to get some air. I'll be back soon and be a perfectly gracious and surprised host," he added not feeling like any of that was true but heck, she had gone through all this trouble.

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"Technically, a party has a lot of guests, and this is just a small, lowkey gathering." Kat knew Phil's wishes, and had it been less of an important birthday, she would have absolutely adhered to them. But Phil was turning 40 and that was something to be celebrated. "Besides, we all deserve to be celebrated, no? Even if it's just in a small way. I made you your favourite cake! I definitely didn't try to make bluey out of marzipan!" Meeka had kept it, treasuring it like a baby.

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"So, tell me again how is this not a birthday party? Because I remember saying like, a gizillion times I really didn't want a party?" He said while opening a bottle of wine that wasn't particular either of them's drink of choice. He had also noticed the extra food, chairs and well--there was clearly something going on. He mostly feared who exactly was invited because he did not want to remember he was turning 40 and being fucking useless.

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Kat had battled with telling Phil she craved more. She knew that she could be a lot to deal with, and that certain boundaries were tricky to navigate. She wasn't like other people who Phil would probably have an easier time with. So she had kept quiet, maybe indulged in a little late night scrolling about how to manage such things. And perhaps do ...things.

She let Phil take her hand, having become comfortable enough to indulge in that contact. At least for a little while. At he explained, she broke out into a small smile, finding his fumbling amusing. At least it wasn't hers. The confirmation of him wanting to kiss her sent her heart racing, her eyes widening. She didn't know what she needed to do, but she wanted it.

"Uh, yes. Please, uh, do it." She breathed out in a whisper, trying not to hyperventilate out of excitement and nerves all in one. The feeling of their lips meeting was a pleasant one, Phil was gentle with her and she appreciated it. She tried to match him, purse her lips slightly or tilt her head so their noses didn't bump. Kat squeezed his hand for comfort, pulling away when she felt she couldn't breathe, bright red cheeks betraying her emotion, and the fact it was bloody cold.

@florxdexcerezos he made me do it

They had left the cinema a couple of blocks ago and now were randomly walking the streets at night. He liked the cold hitting his head and the company even more. They had been friends for a while and he was sure there was more they could be--or at least more he'd like them to be. And he preferred to know right away and not get his hopes up over nothing.

So he reached for her hand (tentatively) and stopped walking, setting himself in front of her. "You know I really like you, right? I like it that we're friends and that you laugh at my nerd jokes and I like your nerdy jokes. I really like you Kat," he said almost hating the word 'like'. How many times can you say like without sounding like a complete idiot? Irrelevant at this point.

"What I'm trying to get at is that I respect your boundaries and everything but uhm, I really want to kiss you now so uhm..." he started hesitating. "You can stop me if you don't want this and I totally misread everything."

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While she made his coffee, she stayed behind the counter scribbling something. She had an inkling. When the coffee dinged to say it was ready, she removed her little apron and hung it underneath the counter before bringing Adam his order, her little idea in her back pocket.

"Oh...love." She sighed, her accent softening to something a little more homely. "You don't have to thank me, I'm just glad I could bring back those good memories for you. Makes this even better though-" She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small lined (but branded) card. "I wrote down the recipe for you. What kind of chocolate we use, how much goes into each coffee cup and how long to stir it. That way you can make it at home whenever you want. Legend has it, if it's in a Heavenly Made mug, it tastes even nicer, but you didn't hear that from me. Shh." Stop trying to plug the business Mekayla.

oh god she had his same shitty and sick sense of humor as he did. he was bound to fall madly in love with her and be an overgrown wet puppy in zero point two secobds, wasn't he?

he nodded when she repeated his order and watched her go take care of her business and wondered how exactly he had ended up here. he thought of his mom, of the cage, of his unlikely friendship with luce and how he ended up loathing michael after the first five decades down there, how life (and death) were about greys.

when she came back with his order he thanked her with a small smile. 'you know, my mother made coffee like this. just like this. ive been trying to get the right amount of chocolate in it but it was never quite right. Uhm so," he cleared his throat before going on, " so what im trying to say is thank you for coming up with this."

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"Ai ya, carino, trabajas demasiado! Estoy enojada sobrelo. Te queiro relajarse! En una playa muy lejos de aqui, sobre el sol, con una sangria! O unos otra bebida, no es necesario describirlo especificamente." Focus, Maly. It was so easy to ramble off in her native language. Her boyfriend was being dumb.

It was easy to move Maly up onto the table, light as a feather even with them blessed thighs of hers. "And what-" She reached behind him to pull tightly on his hair. "makes you think you deserve it, ?"

She reached behind her to flip shut his laptop and move it further away from them on the table so it wouldn't get broken. Same with the snack plate. One of them had to look after Michael's things. It wasn't going to be Michael.

"Osito?!" He scoffed at his fiance's little pet name. "You're the one that wanted me to take a break from grading papers! How is it my fault that food tastes better when you feed me it? You said so yourself you didn't want me to starve so..." He loved giving her a hard time, because god, when she used Spanish on him, when she was upset and laying down the law was just irresistibly sexy to him.

The moment he felt her thighs straddle him, he knew that he was hungry for something else. His eyes never left hers as she placed something in front of his mouth, opening just ever so slightly to let her slip it past his lips. As he chewed, in a swift movement, his hands on her thighs, he stood up and lifted them up, placing Maly on the edge of his desk. "I think," he said kissing her. "I'm hungry for something else, mi amor."

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"You did?" He asked, surprised she had picked something for him. "Thank you." Every gift he was presented with was always met with gratitude and humbled appreciation. Even before he knew what it was. Just the act of being gifted things, of being thought of, brought a tear to his eyes. He reluctantly let her go to find her gift but eagerly waited for her return and her weight to settle back on his lap. Who needed a weighted blanket? Once she was within grasp, he only hesitated to let her pull her dress back up before having her back on his lap where she belonged, tucking his head under her chin and sparing a glance to what she presented.

Quickly pressing a kiss to her neck, he pulled back to inspect the little box. He slowly opened the box and took in every fine detail of the pendants. "They're beautiful, Liz, thank you..." He smiled up at her. "I take it you'll wear my initials? Close to your heart?" Where he could always hope he resided. "May I put it on you? I want you to be close to me forever." That wasn't because he was having a bad day, he was a snuggly man and he wanted his love damnit.

The rumbling of his voice reverberated within her body. He was changing the subject and for now, she would have to accept that. If it was what he was needed, she would give it to him. "Hmm," she smiled, pulling back slightly, she had hoped to keep the surprise she had for him secret until she had to leave for home. Back to New York to convene with Lucius before heading off to another book tour again. "I did and I actually got something for you." Leaning forward, she placed a small kiss on his cheek. "Let me go get it." Her hands took his into hers and gently pulled them off of her. "I'll let right back." Standing up, she pulled her dress down to keep from falling over as it had pooled onto her upper thighs.

As she made her way back to the kitchen she kept talking. "I saw this jewelry maker when I got groceries last week and loved their stuff. So I commissioned them to make us something." Looking through the bag she found the box and with a wide smile made her way back over to him, pulling up the bottom of her dress again to take her seat back on his lap, while she held out the box with her other hand for him to take as she settled her knees on either side of his lap again. "I hope you like."

Once he opened it, he'd find two pendants on silver chains. The front of both had a beautiful claddagh image . The back of one had her initials and the other had his. "It's so we can keep each other close."

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"Forever. I want you here forever. As long as you're willing." She could speak in needy, grand gestures as much as she liked, but it mattered more if he wanted to stay. Nikki would replay it over and over in her head that he wanted to be there. "Is it too soon to kiss you again?" She wasn't above making out with him in the stairwell. Or doing anything else shhh who said that?

"You can stay here as long as you like and I'll cook dinner, and we'll eat cupcakes, and I'll change the whole apartment if you want. I'll get furniture, or whatever you need. " She didn't need to do all that, but she wanted to make it a home for him too. Not just for her. Even if it was miles high in the sky to help combat her claustrophobia.

"Do you need to call someone, let them know where you're staying?"

Jay follows up the stairs until he takes her hand and speeds up to walk beside her. "Every day," he admits without hesitation. "Every day since the last time I saw you." Even when he didn't want to admit it to himself.

Their steps echo through the stairwell, and Jay allows himself to enjoy her company as they walk, stopping only once they reach the right floor. "It took a long time for me to... be able to come back here. After leaving." There is a shake of his head. "I don't want to think about the past if you want me here now. And if you want me here now, then I'll stay. As long as you want."

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