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Here's an excerpt ;)

- Closing the gap between the both of you, Declan's strong hand firmly grasped your own, your attention snapping downwards to observe his large palm and thick fingers engulf your own.

  "Declan. . ." It was like a hushed prayer to his ears. 

  "Kiss me. Kiss me, please." You beg despite yourself, squeezing his hand as his eyes widened as subtle degree. "Please. . ." You whisper again, biting your lower lip in anticipation, adrenaline coursing through your veins as Declan breathes out a shaky, 

  "Lass." -

IN LOVE 😍😍😍😍😍😍

my darling i am ever so excited

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Omg I absolutely loved your platonic taggie fic!! Do you think you could give us a part 2 where they have a sleepover and they’re just telling each other everything and they get quite serious with their confessions. Like Rupert’s daughter admits she doesn’t think she’s ever had a friend apart from her dad and taggie confesses that she doesn’t think anyone will love her. And then Rupert’s daughter (they’re sharing a bed for the sleepover) just snuggles up to her and gives her a hug and is like “I love you”

thank you so much darling! 🥰🥰 we love the platonic relationships over here too 🫶🏽 but this is just the sweetest idea ever i absolutely love it 🥺🥺

forgot to post this one before i posted the fic, read it here!

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Merry Christmas, angel.

(Rivals) Rupert Campbell-Black x Reader

Suggestion by sweet @nebulastarr 🫶🏽

18+ FANFIC / Soft Christmassy Rupert with a smut! 🎄 Reader character aged at 21. Hope you enjoy! 🩷

Penscombe Court this Christmas was equivalent to a winter wonderland — a blanket of glittering snow covered the extensive fields, filling the cups of ivory snowdrops. Draped across the hallway, sitting room and kitchen were lengths of shimmery tinsel, shades of gold, red and green. Warm amber lights were pushed into any gaps not adorned in tinsel. The magnificent Christmas tree shone in the corner of the sitting room. And displayed around it was a mountainous pile of presents, wrapped slovenly but lovingly by Rupert. Your overexcited boyfriend led you down the winding staircase, his hands clamped over your eyes. “Santa has arrived, my darling.” He purred into your ear as he led you into the sitting room.

“Surprise!” He roared, removing his hands and watching as you blinked — slowly at first — in absolute awe. “My God!” You muttered, convinced that Rupert had ransacked Santa’s sleigh himself. “Rupert!” You giggled fantastically once more, turning to your lover to see him adorned in a Santa costume, his hat dangling gently from his head. The contented grin painted over his face filled your heart with unbridled joy. “Merry Christmas, angel.” Rupert exclaimed, wrapping his arms around you and planting a gentle kiss upon your lips. Your hazelnut eyes scanned the heap of presents, fingers itching to rip them open. “Can I start?” You asked, batting wispy eyelashes towards him. Rupert gave you a solemn nod, and watched as you collapsed onto the floor, desperately tugging at sparkling gold wrapping paper.

As predicted, Rupert had spent a fortune. Sitting on the chaise lounge with a gratified smirk, Rupert watched as you unwrapped the entire lookbook of your favourite boutique, a towering pair of stilettos, incredibly luxurious makeup and a set of curlers. He was surprisingly timid when opening his own gifts, kissing your forehead softly after every one — eternally grateful but regretful that you spent your own money. “I have one last thing for you.” You chirped, retrieving a compact red parcel from behind the couch. The small silver label read, ‘To my darling Rupert, Merry Christmas!’ Rupert winked towards you as he read it, carefully peeling open the gift. Inside the box, sat a golden Cartier watch, bedazzled and imposing. Beside it, a matching golden bracelet. You had never seen such a look of bewilderment on Rupert’s face — utter adoration and total shock. “Angel…” He whispered, running his fingers over the metallic strap of the watch. “Do you like it?” You asked expectantly, biting down on your bottom lip in suspense. “I love it!” Rupert boomed, setting it down gently on the plush purple fabric of the chaise lounge and pulling you onto his lap, kissing you passionately and stroking his fingers through your curled cocoa locks.

“You’re such a special girl, do you know that?” He purred, his brutish hands caressing the velvety skin of your thigh. You nuzzled your forehead into his chest, the plush red fuzz of the Santa costume sending shivers down your spine and his new aftershave intoxicating. “And because you’re such a special girl, I’ve got one more present for you. Follow me.” He beamed, taking a hold of your hand and leading you to the driveway. “Why are we going outside?” You begin to ask, but your jaw promptly swung open at the sight of a scarlet red Ferrari F40, a huge red bow tied across the bonnet. “Rupert!” You bellowed, padding barefoot onto the driveway and screaming uncontrollably in excitement. “You deserve it,” Rupert grinned, “So, let’s say we christen it? In the name of Christmas, of course.” He teased, beginning to untie his Santa coat and ripping down his trousers.

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merry christmas to all my beautiful people here that celebrate 🎄🩷 have the best day & i love you all!!! ps. i have a xmas fic coming today 🥰🥰

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Merry Christmas beautiful🎄🩷🫶🏻

I hope you have a great one ❤️

merry christmas my darling! 🎄🩷 have an amazing day! love you!!!

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Because I knew you, I have been changed for good. PT.2

(Rivals) Taggie O’Hara x Reader (Platonic)

Suggestion by a sweet anon 🫶🏽 / You, Rupert Campbell-Black’s daughter, make it your mission to befriend Taggie O’Hara. Read part 1 here.

18+ FANFIC / Platonic love! Mentions of Rupert. Reader character aged at 21. Hope you enjoy! 🩷

It had been years since you had had a girly sleepover — spending the night braiding each others hair, sharing your worst secrets and, finally, collapsing into a deep slumber just as the sun begins to rise. Since becoming acquainted with the sweet-tempered girl that is Taggie some weeks ago, you had practically spent every waking moment together, seeing more of Declan than you had of your own father. Tonight, the relentless downpouring of rain had begun to flood the driveway of The Priory, you and Taggie transforming into damsels in distress, locked away in her turret bedroom. The night sky was immensely dark, and peppered with a litter of glittering stars.

Taggie, dressed only in one of her father’s old shirts and with her copper hair braided behind her head, was curled up in her four-poster bed. Much like everything in her life, her bed was chaotically haphazard — lime green sheets tucked under a crimson red duvet, equally juxtaposed by plum purple pillowcases. You were adorned in a pink pyjama set, tiny lambs embroidered over the front — a gift to you by your father. “What is the naughtiest thing you’ve ever done?” Taggie asked, giggling to herself as she took a sip from her hot, steaming mug of sweet tea. “A few days after my 18th birthday, Daddy was in the Maldives. He said I could borrow the Quattro whilst he was away, but I took his Lamborghini for a test drive…” You began, hanging your head in shame. Taggie’s eyes were widened in anticipation. “It was going swimmingly until I put my foot down too hard outside of Cotchester and crashed into a wall.” You admitted, coaxing a raucous outburst of laughter from Taggie, relishing as you shook your head in embarrassment. Rupert was most definitely not too pleased to see his prize possession crumpled in his driveway.

Taggie sighed shakily, wiping a tear of laughter from her eye with her sleeve. Resting her head against her pillow, Taggie asked in a gentle whisper, “What’s your deepest, darkest secret?” The breath caught forcibly in your throat, your cheeks flushing furiously. “Well… Before you, I’ve never had a friend. My Dad has always been all I’ve ever had. I haven’t seen my Mum since I was a baby, way too early for me to remember. I never clicked properly with anyone at school, and as soon as I finished I was just stuck at Penscombe. Without Daddy, I don’t know what I’d do.” You sniffled, reminiscing the nights that you spent sobbing into Rupert’s shoulder, the nights you spent drinking in Bar Sinister with just him, the solitary Christmas’ you both spent at Penscombe Court. Taggie felt hopelessly sad at your confession, burying her face into your shoulder in a futile effort to mask her melancholy.

“What about you?” You asked, stroking her locks of copper. Taggie’s soft features hardened, Rupert haunting her thoughts. “I don’t think… I don’t think anyone will ever love me. Everybody treats me like a child, they think I’m stupid. The only person that I thought loved me was Rafe, and he abandoned me. And the only person that I could ever live… I can’t have.” She whispered morosely. Without thinking, you flung your arms around Taggie, pulling her tight to your body in an embrace that she so desperately needed. “I love you, Tag. And I’ll always be here for you.”

“You have been my friend. That in itself is a tremendous thing.” - Charlotte’s Web, E.B White

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i am so sorry for my radio silence recently. i’ve been in hospital for the past few days and have just been released from my shackles 😅 so excited to properly get back into writing & get some lil christmassy bits out just in time! 🎄 all requests will be fulfilled by the new year! love u guys sm🩷🩷

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No body asked, but some Tony x reader smut, but the reader is Declan's siblings.

fun fact: this is my first ever tony x reader request 🤯🤯 love it!

“That was gloriously naughty.”

(Rivals) Tony Baddingham x Reader

18+ FANFIC / Smut & super Tony angst. Reader character aged at 21. Hope you enjoy! 🩷

At what seemed like the crack of dawn, but was actually 6am, you were rudely awakened by the irritating ring of your phone on the receiver. Your eyelids still heavy, and voice huskily thick with sleep, you held the phone to your ear. “Hello?” You croaked, leaning against the wall for stability. “Hello? Is this Miss O’Hara?” A shrill, upbeat voice chimed from the other send. “Speaking.” You groaned. “Lord Baddingham has requested to see you at the Corinium office, 9am sharp, if you can make it?” The woman asked you, a condescending tone seeping its way into her tone. “Why?” You questioned, rubbing greedily at your eyes, but the phone cut off instantaneously. Fuck, what has your idiot brother done now?

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Punctual as ever, your rusted, turquoise Ford Escort rattled into Corinium’s car park at ten to nine. Thankfully, you were a lot better presented than your vehicle — dressed elegantly in a tweed checked pink and white blazer and skirt, a white turtleneck blouse and ivory kitten heels. With apprehensively bated breath, you tiptoed to the front desk, to be greeted by a spindly lady with a starkly-cropped bob. “Miss O’Hara, I’m supposed to be meeting Lord Baddingham at 9?” You prompted. Before the svelte receptionist could reply, the menacing click of heeled boots across laminate flooring filled your body with anxiety. “Miss O’Hara! Right on time.” Tony Baddingham beamed, quickly glancing at his watch. “Follow me.” He clicked his fingers and began to thunder down the corridor.

Tony’s office was unnerving — his desk was unornamented, the tan leather guest sofa was inflexible and unforgiving, his glare was censorious. He sat at the desk, legs reclined atop it, his fingers crossed against each other in consideration. “How can I help, Lord Baddingham? I was quite shocked to receive the call this morning.” You mumble, anxiously fidgeting with your nails. “I saw you in the Bar Sinister a few nights ago, I’m not sure if you’d remember. I thought you looked beautiful. Regardless, I let it go but I found I just could not stop thinking about you.” He admitted, his eye-line firmly affixed on the sight of your breasts pushing against your turtleneck. “O-oh, okay. Well, thank you. I don’t see how this is relevant to you calling me here. I thought Declan was in trouble.” You spoke in hushed tones. Tony rested his feet back on the ground, and pushed his chair further into his desk, slightly closing the gap between you both.

“No! No, your brother’s fine, don’t worry. Don’t worry about him.” He tittered, harshly forcing his laughter. Tony stood now, walking around his desk and pushing your chair away with the tip of his foot. “All I could think about the other night was bending you over my desk and giving you the fucking of a lifetime. I’d like to act upon that.” He informed you, his hardened features mutating into a superior smirk. “Lord Baddingham! You’re a married man.” You choked out. “Only at home. In my office, I’m a free agent.” He winked.

You weren’t quite sure how it happened, but you found yourself wildly attracted by him, peeling your blazer frantically from your body and crashing your lips against his. His touch was cold, but unimaginably lustful. He firmly stripped you of your clothes, his thick cock pressing against his navy blue trousers at the sight of you — naked and vulnerable. Without undressing, he shuffled his trousers and boxer shorts down, just enough, and released his cock, leaking precum. “You look so tight.” He spat, pawing at his cock to ready himself. You could only whisper softly in response. With a hardened grunt, Tony bent you over his desk and thrusted inside you, keeping a hand on the plump curve of your waist to steady himself. “Fuck.” He groaned through gritted teeth, your wet cunt constricting itself around his girth.

Fingernails digging firmly into the darkened oak table, you moaned lustily as Tony’s tempo increased, immediately chasing his orgasm. “You’re so wet.” He breathed out, his balls thumping against your clit, coaxing a deep moan from the depths of your chest. “Look at you fucking me over your desk, Lord Baddingham. You haven’t even locked the door.” You teased, delighting in the sensation of his cock stretching out your cunt. Tony wouldn’t be able to hold off for much longer — the intoxicating sensation of your heat and the sight of your voluptuous body beneath him making his spine shudder in pleasure.

“Keep talking.” He instructed, squeezing at your waist even tighter. “All of your employees are j-just outside, hearing you fuck me so hard over this desk.” You continued, your own words making your cunt ache in lust. “Tell me I’m the boss.” Tony commanded once more, feeling his orgasm close in on him. “You’re the boss, Lord Baddingham. You’re my boss.” You moaned. A symphony of cacophonous grunts parted from his lips as he shot his load — ropes of hot cum coating your pussy. His body trembled under the pressure, waiting for a few moments before he pulled himself out and straightened himself up. “Clean yourself up.” He directed you, and waited for you to dress yourself.

Despite your outfit not quite looking the same way it did before you entered the office, you managed to peel your clothes back onto your sticky skin. “That was gloriously naughty. Do call me again, Lord Baddingham.” You smirked, to which the cold man could only light a cigar and recline back in his chair. “You can go now.” He mumbled.

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“Thank God you’re here.”

(Rivals) Basil Baddingham x Reader (Platonic!)

Suggestion by a sweet anon 🫶🏽 / Wherever you and Bas go, mischief follows…

18+ FANFIC / Platonic, super cute relationship with you and Bas! Short Work. Reader character aged at 21. Hope you enjoy! 🩷

Snow lined the nestled edging of The Falconry, winter making itself at home as the evening drew to a close. Inside the lavishly decorated ballroom, Monica Baddingham was laughing uneasily, sipping champagne from an elongated flute. She found conversation with her brother-in-law to be especially soporific, he was only interested in polo and women, whereas she had recently seen The Barber of Seville and wanted to tell him all about it. Adorned in a forest green silk slip dress and black stilettos, you reluctantly slip through the grand doors of the ballroom, surveying the scene and struggling to recognise a face amongst the pompous, reddened faces. “Excuse me, Mon.” Basil silenced her, avoiding eye contact and marching towards the doors. “Thank God you’re here.” He sighed in relief, placing his hands on your shoulders and squeezing tightly. Your timorous expression instantaneously softened at the sight of the olive-skinned beauty.

“I only got invited this morning, something of an afterthought I suppose.” You tutted, dragging Basil towards the bar. “A very, very, very large glass of whiskey and a gin & tonic, please.” Basil asked the barman, leaning against the counter. “You look delectable, darling.” He added, his eyes scanning over the green silk. “Thank you. So do you.” You winked, nodding your head towards the barman as he pushed your drinks towards you, a disgruntled expression wiped across his lips. You leant beside Basil now, both silently judging the self-important, pretentious attendees. “I am…” You begin, sighing wearily. “So incredibly bored.” Basil finished your sentence, trying to locate his stiff upper-lipped brother in amongst the crowd.

“Can you see Tony anywhere?” He asked, raking a hand through his hazelnut-brown hair. Narrowing your eyes slightly, you shook your head in response. “Perfect. Follow me.” Bas smirked devilishly, clamping his hand across yours and leading you out of the ballroom. He knew his way around The Falconry all too well. Guiding you to the upstairs corridor, he hauled open the heavy glazed window and peered onto the driveway — making out the shadowy figure of his brother, puffing away at a cigarette and making monotonous conversation with suited businessmen. “What’s your plan?” You questioned, giggling in excitement. Your partner in crime used his pointing finger to shush you, before pottering into the bathroom.

Basil emerged moments later, frantically yielding a small bucket of water that he’d managed to scope from the airing cupboard, and filled it to the brim with tap water. “Basil… no!” You cackled, watching him hang the bucket over the window ledge. “We’ve got to make this dreadful party entertaining somehow.” He muttered, before dumping the contents of the bucket over his brother’s head. Tony let out a stentorian bellow that reverberated the walls of The Falconry. Through glassed eyes, his hawk-like eyes shot upwards, but you and Basil were too quick, crouching under the window ledge in a roaring fit of laughter. “Fucking hell, his face!” You chortled, smacking Basil’s chest through hyperventilating breath. Bas opened his mouth to respond, but his uncontrollable laughter prevented anything but gasping breaths from departing his lips. Thank God he was here.

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Hiiiiii, I’ve been loving your work! Everything has been amazing, thank you for keeping this fandom alive with your work, we’re forever grateful!! I was wondering if you would write a fic (I know it’s a little odd but I’m a sucker for platonic relationships) about what it would be like to be friends with Bas. He’s such a fucking sweetheart and I LOVE the way he treats Taggie, he’s just so sweet! Maybe the fic could take place at a party, or event and him and the reader just hang out and cause trouble or something of the sort? If it’s too out there though I totally understand and will continue to ABSOLUTELY eat up your wonderful fics! Have an amazing day love!

~moon <3333

hello my sweetheart 🥰🩷

bas is honestly such a darling, we would all love to be friends with him tbh 🫶🏽🫶🏽 i adored the way he treated taggie 🥺 thank you so much for the request! 🩷 thank you so much & have a wonderful day/night!! 🥰🥰🥰

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hello my lovelies 🩷🩷 i’m aiming to have all requests in my ask box posted before xmas eve! 🫶🏽 i am hoping to not have to close my ask box if i stay on track 🥰

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happy blog birthday to meeeee 🫶🏽🫶🏽 what a wild 6 years it’s been on this crazy little blog of mine! but thank you all for sticking by me, no matter when you joined! 🩷🫶🏽 love you all smmm & our lil rivals community is just the best! 🥰

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hello my lovelies!🩷 might be slightly quiet tonight as i’m off out but may hopefully get one fic out tonight quite late! 🥰 normality resumes tomorrow anyway as i have a much needed day off. love ya all!!🫶🏽🫶🏽

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You have bewitched me, body and soul.

(Rivals) Rupert Campbell-Black x Reader

Suggestion by my sweet @megangovier 🫶🏽 / Although he finds dates terribly tedious, Rupert has to show up for his lady…

18+ FANFIC / Super sweet date with Rupert! Short Work. Reader character aged at 21. Hope you enjoy! 🩷

To put it bluntly, Rupert had been awful recently. Not returning your calls, smugly dismissing your idea of a date, jetting off to The Maldives right before your important appraisal at work. So you were more than surprised to hear the raucous beeping of a car outside your tiny cottage nestled into the bosom of Rutshire, and even more surprised to see Rupert — dressed impeccably in a two-piece grey suit — draped into his Porsche convertible on this fresh, bright Summer morning. Dressed rather elegantly in a loose white linen dress, blindingly white kitten heels and your tawny hair scraped into a bun, a few tendrils of loose curls escaping.. you pulled open the door and laughed defeatedly as Rupert wiggled his eyebrows towards you suggestively.

“What on Earth are you doing here?” You asked, feigning displeasure and crossing your arms over your chest. “I’ve been a terrible shit lately, angel. I’m sorry. Get in.” He called out to you, watching on smugly as he saw you spin to lock your door. Clambering into the passenger seat, you giggled in delight as the Porsche sped off, rolling over the hills of Penscombe. “Where are we going?” You question, closing your eyes and basking as the sunlight enveloped you like a warm embrace. “You’ll see.” He teased, waving every few moments to passer-by’s who undoubtedly recognised him and swooned at being noticed.

You paid no real attention as the car approached the heart of Cotchester, slowly beginning to halt outside the library. Cotchester Library was most certainly a grand building — made of limestone and magnificently large. “The library? You told me this was the worst idea for a date you could think of.” You tutted, hopping out of the car and frantically trying to maintain Rupert’s pace as he wandered through the doors. Whilst he did think the library was excruciatingly tedious, he would most certainly endure it to see that twinkling smile on your lips. You were most certainly in your element.

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Meandering through the library’s aisles at a lackadaisical pace, Rupert began to tear books away from their shelf. “1801 - I have just returned from a visit to my landlord… Dear God, this is just a diary. What is this drivel?” He questioned, rolling his eyes pompously. “Wuthering Heights,” You whispered, prising the book from between his fingers, “It’s a love story. Between a strong-willed heroine and the Byronic hero that falls in love with her.” You inform him, an air of a chastising tone in your voice. Rupert rolled his eyes once more and continued to silently judge the literature section. “Do you… have a favourite book then?” Rupert attempted to whisper, and couldn’t quite believe he was asking such a mundane question. “I do, actually.” You mutter, and pull out Pride and Prejudice. “I’ve read this.” Rupert enlightened you as his eyes scanned the title, and your heart could’ve flipped itself over in delight. He took a hold of your hands and cupped them over his chest, allowing you to feel his heart thumping rhythmically in his chest. “You have bewitched me, body and soul. And I love, I love, I love you.” He quoted before planting a soft kiss on your lips.

There was no love story that you adored more than that of yours and Rupert’s — the intimacy written between these lines forever immortalising your fairy tale.

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Happy Thursday sweetheart, I hope you've been kind to yourself, hydrating and keep your chin up. Thank you for feeding us with the rival's content, I love and appreciate it so much🤍🫶🏻

I was thinking about a cute coffee or library date with Rupert. where he shows up at your house and walks with you arm in arm. 🩷

hello beautiful 🩷🥰 you are such a darling for always checking up on me! i hope you are too!! & i’m so terribly glad you love it! 🫶🏽🫶🏽

love this!!!🩷 my little literature heart is gonna go brrrr so i need to try and not to make it too book focused 🤣

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Every Breath You Take.

(Rivals) Rupert Campbell-Black x Reader

Synopsis: Rupert pops the biggest question of his life…

Title derived from Every Breath You Take by The Police.

Prologue: 18+ FANFIC / Just some super cute, soppy Rupert 🥺 Reader character aged at 21. Hope you enjoy! 🩷

Spring — your favourite month — had officially engulfed the entirety of Rutshire, with vivid daffodils rising from the ground in droves, and a plethora of tulips lined the garden of Penscombe Court, vibrant pinks, indigos and scarlet reds. The gardeners were occupied outside, shearing the hedges into the most fantastic shapes. The lawn was freshly trimmed, the nostalgic aroma of the clippings clinging to Penscombe Court. From the hanging baskets surrounding the mahogany back door, a blissful cloud of sweet alyssums and cyclamens. Dressed in his Sunday best, Rupert was sporting a rather suave navy blue jumper with white lining around the waistband and neckline, brown corduroy trousers and tan leather brogues, his ink black hair gelled flawlessly. “You’re pulling out all the stops this season, Mr Campbell-Black.” The portly gardener chirped, holding his shears mid-air. “All for good reason, Dennis. You’ll soon see. Can you ask Edith to plant a few lilacs there? They’re angel’s favourite.” He announced, pointing towards an empty flowerbed. The man nodded in response and returned to shearing the hedge.

Pottering back inside, Rupert sloped into the kitchen, his smile immediately brightening as he saw you, freshly awake from your slumber. You were dressed only in one of his Venturer t-shirts, that hung down to your knees — your cappuccino-brown hair tangled across your shoulders. “You’ve been outside for a while, what are you doing?” You questioned suspiciously, flicking on the kettle. “Nothing. Just… go and get ready, will you?” Rupert snapped, anxiously adjusting his watch. Furrowing your brow in astonishment at his miniature outburst, you barged past him and marched upstairs. “Properly ready, we’re going out!” He called up after you, sighing.

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Rupert was all too aware that it took you a while to get ready, but wow, you were taking your sweet time today. Almost two hours later, as the grandfather clock struck 12pm, you were finally dressed, and howled at Rupert to wait by the stairs. Obliging like the obedient man he was, Rupert stood at the foot of the winding staircase, his jaw instantaneously dropping in adoration as you began your descent. Your curvaceous figure was wrapped tightly in a black silk dress cut to your knees, cleavage on show with a plunging neckline, alongside black kitten heels and accessorised with a pearl necklace and earrings. Coffee-coloured hair was draped across your back, tied neatly with a black satin bow, and your makeup was subtle and elegant. In other words, you looked phenomenally glamorous and utterly irresistible. “Wow, angel… you look incredible.” Rupert chuckled, offering his hand to guide you down the last few steps. “Thank you.” You muttered, still partially irritated by his snapping. “Come with me.” He winked, beginning to lead you out into the garden.

Penscombe’s garden had been entirely transformed overnight. Spring - and the gardeners - had transformed the dreary, overgrown disarray into Eden. “Rupert! It’s… it’s beautiful” You weeped, heart fluttering at the arrangement of lilacs. Thank God, thought Rupert. Atop the freshly-trimmed lawn sat a tartan picnic blanket filled with fresh treats, helpfully provided by Taggie O’Hara the night afore. Unbeknownst to you, the large topiary bushes lining the lawn were methodically sheared to spell out ‘Marry me?’ The hired orchestra of five musicians began to play Every Breath You Take by The Police, your favourite song, as you both sauntered onto the grass. Blissfully unaware of the sheared topiary, you gasped in delight, clapping your hands together in time to the music. “Oh Rupert, you shouldn’t have!” You joyfully exclaimed, unable to remove your gaze from the violin.

Wrapped up in your harmonious euphoria, you hadn’t noticed Rupert had gotten down on one knee, yielding a small red leather box. Within the plush cushioning of the box sat a silver banded engagement ring, an immense diamond proudly glinting on top. “Angel…” He prompted, gazing up at the woman he so loved. Slowly, you began to read the words sheared into the topiary, jaw dropping rapidly. A dumbfounded gasp parted from your lips as you spun round to meet him. “Rupert…” You managed to breathe out.

“My darling, any attempt I make to tell you just how much you’ve illuminated my life… not just with your vivid flowers or your awful music, but with your beautiful, caring heart, will never be enough.” He began, hand trembling slightly. Tears had already begun their descent across your cheeks. “You haven’t had the easiest job in taming me, but you made it look effortless. Whenever you are gone, I can’t sleep, I can’t eat, I can’t breathe. I can’t live without you. I wonder if you’d take on the awful burden of becoming Mrs Campbell-Black?” He asked, that awfully heart-wrenching nervous look overtaking his features. “Rupert… yes! Of course I will! My God.” You stutter, grinning widely as he hoisted himself up and enveloped you in his arms.

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hello guys how are you? 🩷🩷