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when the sea calls for three | 2

Pairings: Azriel x Reader x Eris

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Summer Court

As the gentle sea breeze caressed your face, the soothing sound of waves crashing against the shore enveloped your senses. With eyes closed, you allowed yourself to be immersed in the tranquillity of the ocean, feeling a sense of home wash over you.

You missed the ocean, Dawn’s cities weren’t on the coast. Mainly inland, with dense red roofed buildings. Often you would take trips to visit the shoreline, get closer to that salty air that spoke sweet whispers to you. You wondered why your family hadn’t chosen Summer over Dawn, given your heritage. No, instead your family had settled hundreds of years ago within the walls of Dawn. Still, a beautiful choice.

Suddenly, a presence appeared beside you, you could sense and smell him without needing to open your eyes. Perhaps it was the way he smelt of the ocean too that made him so familiar. Tarquin stood beside you, his figure outlined against the backdrop of the sparkling sea. His dark skin seemed to glow in the sunlight, and his hair, a striking silver-white, caught the light as it cascaded around his shoulders.

"I thought I could sense it, you are a child of the sea," Tarquin remarked, a warm smile gracing his features as he finally acknowledged something he had sensed in your earlier meeting.

"That is somewhat true," you mused, gaze still fixed on the vast expanse of ocean before you. Your kinship with the sea was a connection that ran deep.

"It explains why I felt so comfortable around you," Tarquin continued, his smile widening as he spoke. You knew of his abilities, his affinity for water manipulation.

“Like calls to like” You smiled softly.

You liked the Summer Court. You had made that assumption when you first met Tarquin, and it rang true during your first visit. Adriata exuded a serene beauty, even in the aftermath of conflict. The azure rooftops contrasted elegantly against the pristine white stone, glistening like pearls under the sun's warm embrace.The air was fresh with the lick of the ocean, and its residents were all sun kissed by that glorious beacon in the sky.

Eager to immerse yourself fully in the Summer Court ambiance, you had opted for a slight change of attire, trading your previous garments from the Court meeting for something light, airy, typical of the Summer Court. Your tunic which had been adorned with threaded court symbols was now replaced with a white shirt that still held the motifs on the fabric. Flowing white trousers gracefully pooled around your feet, allowing the gentle sea breeze to caress your skin, providing a welcome respite from the sun's rays.

Tarquin had graciously arranged for your accommodation within the palace, situating your quarters conveniently close to Cressida, with whom you had been working closely with during your brief stay. Together with Tarquin and the royal siblings, you convened in a secluded office to address the concerns voiced by the Summer Court's inhabitants.

The submitted requests predominantly revolved around the loss of homes, the devastation caused by the war, and the collective hope for recovery and resilience. Pooling your collective knowledge and resources, the four of you meticulously strategize the most effective measures to support and uplift the people of the Summer.

However, you understood that true healing would require patience and perseverance. Perhaps what the people of Prythian needed most was to feel heard and understood on a larger scale, with you and Lucien as their appointed emissaries serving as their advocates.

Spending the majority of the second day immersing yourself in the community of Adriata, you couldn't ignore the overall feeling of sadness. The lingering scars of war still cast a shadow over the court, underscoring the urgent need to rebuild and restore a sense of security and happiness among its residents.

Despite their resilience, Adriata seemed to have borne the brunt of the conflict, second perhaps only to the turmoil in Tamlin's court. You were determined to offer whatever assistance you could, recognising the challenges they faced in comparison to other courts.

Your efforts to connect with the townspeople were met with initial hesitation, yet you sensed a glimmer of kinship, perhaps they could tell you were one of the same like Tarquin recognised. It only took a few hours before you had residents crying on your shoulder and children running around your feet, tugging you left and right begging for you to prioritise rebuilding a park that had been destroyed.

The weight of your role as emissary of peace became increasingly apparent. You weren’t just an Emissary of peace, but you were the emissary of the people– something that felt heavier in weight. A weight you were happy to shoulder.

You could feel it in your chest, that pride that seemed to swell at your newfound duty. Realising how you could make an impact.

And so you promised to yourself, and silently towards the vast ocean that you would always listen to those who sought out your help.

"Your people seem somewhat deflated," you observed, your voice carrying a touch of empathy as you turned your gaze back to Tarquin. "Your court, your palace, your people... they've endured so much loss."

Tarquin nodded solemnly, "Yes, the scars of war run deep," he agreed, his eyes scanning the horizon as if searching for hope. "But we are resilient, and with the support of the likes of you, I believe we can rebuild and thrive once more."

You offered him a reassuring smile, your confidence bolstered. "It's a priority to restore not just the physical aspects of your court, but also the spirit of your people," you affirmed, your voice brimming with conviction. "To ensure they not only feel safe but also find happiness in their home once again."

You understood the importance of nurturing the well-being of those under your care, of bringing light to the darkest corners and hope to weary hearts. "...With our collective efforts, I have no doubt that we can return Summer to all its glory," you declared, your words infused with determination.

You couldn’t help the smile that stretched across your lips. Every word you spoke you truly believed.

Tarquin's gaze softened as he met your eyes, a flicker of admiration dancing in his gaze. "Your optimism is contagious," he remarked, a hint of appreciation colouring his tone. "It's refreshing to have someone like you by my side, someone who sees the potential for greatness even in our darkest moments."

“A flame will always appear brighter in the shadows…” you mused.

With that, the two of you exchanged a meaningful look, a silent vow passing between you.

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Night Court

You arrived at River House promptly, noting the late morning meeting time with an understanding that it was typical for the Night Court. Unlike the bustling activity you were accustomed to at Dawn, Velaris seemed eerily quiet during those early hours. You had always risen with the sun, risen at dawn. It seemed your body clock may have to change during your visits here. As you prowled through the streets, hoping to connect with some of its residents, you found them few and far between. A handful of market owners setting up stalls offered brief introductions, but for the most part, the city felt deserted, as if it were a ghost town.

Welcomed into the grand foyer by a member of staff, you waited calmly, your gaze sweeping over the opulent surroundings. Your eyes lingered on the large circular table at the centre of the room, with a large display of flowers in the middle. You gently leaned forward, eyes closing as you inhaled the sweet scent before taking in the rest of the room. The twin curved staircases that ascended gracefully upwards, adorned with paintings of the inner circle on the walls.

Cute. You mused.

You knew of Feyre’s affinity for art and painting, Lucien had filled you in and you’d done your own research too. You would not be coming into this setting blind.

Your eyes drifted over the portraits of Rhys and Feyre's family, each figure rendered in exquisite detail. Among them, your gaze settled on an image that felt oddly familiar, it was your pen pal. But as you gazed at the details it felt as though you were looking at someone you knew well, there was a simmering beneath your skin.

Why did he feel so familiar?

Captured with remarkable precision by Feyre's skilled hand, his hazel eyes bore into you from beneath the layers of paint. Their intensity, almost unnerving yet strangely captivating.

Why were you so drawn to him?

Multiple footsteps echoed through the marble floors, prompting you to delicately brush down your tunic, ensuring it lay perfectly to display the intricate symbols of the courts. The tunic was one of the same from the previous meeting, but instead of silver being the base you had commissioned another version. A dark charcoal, a nod to the night court. And you have to say the designs really did pop against the smoky backdrop.

As Rhysand and Feyre entered the foyer, their presence commanded attention, followed closely by three more figures. Among them, you recognised Azriel instantly, his piercing gaze locking onto yours.

It was the second time today that his eyes had ensnared your attention.

Cassian and Nesta followed suit, their identities obvious from Lucien's descriptions.

Azriel took you in, digesting your new look. One he couldn’t deny he liked. He enjoyed seeing you in Night Court colours– his colours.

“Welcome, y/n,” Feyre greeted with a warm smile.

"Your home is beautiful. Thank you for letting me stay here," you replied graciously, returning her smile.

A shadowy fae had swiftly taken your bags moments ago, her disappearing in silence with your belongings. You assumed she was taking them to your room.

“I just thought with us working so closely together, you being close made more sense,” Feyre explained. Despite the weight of this new chapter bearing down on the entire court, Feyre had decided to spearhead this herself. She was taking the lead, determined to prove her worth as High Lady to her people and all of Prythian.

Feyre then proceeded to introduce Cassian and Nesta. You nodded at them with a polite smile, “And of course you already know Azriel” Feyre spoke.

“Hmm I do” you hummed gently on your lips, the words rolling off in a quiet melody that seemed to make Azriel’s shadows vibrate. If you hadn’t been so enraptured by his gaze you might have noticed the smirks playing on Rhy’s and Cassian’s lips as they glanced over at the exchange.

One of Azriel’s shadows had found itself under your flowing trousers, swirling around your ankle like a gentle breeze. You wondered if Azriel knew of how fond his little minions were of you.

How they often stayed longer than necessary between correspondences, how they liked to play with your hair or how they would always dance when you hummed. Leaving them reluctant to ever leave.

You wondered if they had told him that, you also wondered what he told them.

The Inner Circle graciously showed you around the River House, leading you to the room where you would be staying during your visits. Your belongings for your short trip, already unpacked and hung in the wardrobe.

Finally, you all congregated in a large office that had been designated for your use during your visits. The office was spacious, with a large table dominating the centre of the room. You settled into a seat, surrounded by the others, who were all ready to assist you in your duties.

As part of your new role, you and Lucien had initiated a proposition allowing people from across Prythian to submit their concerns, feelings, and issues. You had worked through Summer’s submissions during your visit, as Lucien was also doing with the courts under his care. Rhys conjured multiple stacks of pages onto the table with a simple click of his finger, each page representing a submission from individuals within the Night Court.

There had to be thousands. Thank the stars Feyre had enlisted the help of her inner circle, otherwise you’re not sure the both of you would have made it through them all in one day.

You couldn't help but widen your eyes at the sight, the sheer volume of submissions taking you by surprise. Tarquin's court had been demanding, but the Night Court's submissions seemed to dwarf them in comparison.

Rhys and Feyre exchanged a glance, a hint of embarrassment colouring their expressions.

You could hear their concerns in the pauses of their breaths– Had they not been effectively managing their court? Were their people dissatisfied?

Feyre looked disheartened.

"This is a general submission, covering various concerns about the peace treaty, border movements, and trade agreements," you explained gently, seeking to alleviate any tension in the room. "It's commendable that your people feel comfortable expressing their feelings. We can't address issues if people choose to remain silent."

Feyre visibly relaxed at your words, and with that, the six of you began the arduous task of sorting through the requests, categorising them based on their content.

You’re not sure how much time had passed before light conversation spread across the room. Cassian huffing and puffing at how quickly everyone else was reading through requests, while he’d only made it through three.

Azriel was opposite you, flicking through the documents meticulously. Every now and then his gaze lingering on you before moving back to the task at hand. His shadows silently helping, by moving pages to their correct piles.

You wanted his shadows to help you. You knew if you’d asked them, they’d happily oblige. They were quite forthcoming during your correspondences, but you kept your mouth sealed and worked through the pages alone.

There had been an underlying theme to the Night Court’s residents' concerns. Similar to how Summer collectively were worried about the physical rebuilding of their home, the Night Court had their own collective issue.

They didn’t want the borders to open. They didn’t want to share Velaris.

You’re not particularly surprised, Velaris had been a secret city for years. It’s inhabitants were concerned for their safety, but of course it had also bred a rhetoric of exclusivity. They didn’t want ‘outsiders’ in their home.

Feyre seemed to become more and more uncomfortable as the pile regarding border restrictions continued to grow. You could tell Rhys was trying to comfort her, most likely through that magical mating bond– but he was failing.

“They’re pushing back Rhys…” The words left Feyre’s lips sadly. Despite how progressive Rhysand and Feyre wanted to be in this new chapter, that didn’t mean their people felt the same.

Velaris, Hewn City, the Ilyarians. Everything was so segregated, you weren’t surprised in the slightest that this type of mentality had grown.

“People are scared of what they don’t know..” You glanced up to Feyre, who was looking at you now. As were all the members of the table.

“The people of Velaris won’t be the only ones who may have reservations” You continued, laying the paper in your hand back onto the table.

“So did Tarquins people also feel this way?” Feyre asked, you could hear the desperation in her words.

Please tell me it’s not just my people who are being this hostile.

You tilted your head slightly, your lips forming a tight line. “Every court will differ in their issues… Summer’s concerns were not the same as yours.”

You knew that wasn’t what Feyre wanted to hear, her mate pulled her gently into him to press a reassuring kiss on her temple. Rhys pulled away, his expression turning serious as he narrowed his gaze on you.

“What are we doing wrong?” he asked, the weight of his question palpable in the room. The High Lord was essentially asking you where he and his family were failing. It wasn’t an easy question to address, but it seemed he wanted constructive criticism.

You rolled your shoulders back as you measured the tension in the room. Sometimes criticism could be hard to digest. Intertwining your fingers you placed your hands on the table in front of you.

“I appreciate you’ve done what you had to in order to protect your court,” you began cautiously, feeling the burning stares of all five of them on you.

But you wouldn’t let them deter you. This was a part of your job.

You continued, “But I believe there are some detrimental damages that have occurred because of it.”

You felt Nesta fold her arms beside you, and noticed how Cassian fidgeted in his seat. They were not enjoying this.

“Your people are segregated,” you said, stating the uncomfortable truth. “If you are deemed worthy enough, you can live in Velaris. If not, you are trapped in Hewn.” you emphasised this by bringing one hand to the left and your other to the right, as if metaphorically representing the two cities you mentioned.

"But that’s not how it is,” Cassian interjected, his tone defensive.

You continued, unwavering. “And then the Illyrians get the freezing mountains? You must be able to see what it looks like, you must be able to understand how it may feel to be a citizen of Hewn or an Illyrian, and look at Velaris wondering why you are not able to be a part of this.”

“Perhaps even feel you are not worthy enough to be part of this. It not only breeds an elitist mindset for the citizens of Velaris but the resentment the inhabitants Hewn city harbour must be tenfold”

Cassian's demeanour shifted, growing more defensive. “You don’t understand, that’s how it has always been. Everything we’ve done, the sacrifices we’ve made were all for the greater good.”

“Every court, every person has had to make sacrifices. Let’s not sit here and start tallying, as you will be quickly humbled to realise it is not the Night Court that has lost the most,” you countered, feeling the tension in the room rise. “Nor shall sacrifice be used as a just excuse when something is not right.”

Azriel gave Cassian a subtle look, urging him to calm down.

Taking a breath, you spoke softer this time “I’m not here to judge, we can’t change what has happened. But I won’t mince my words. The way this court has existed has allowed only a certain group to prosper, and that is a problem.”

"Feyre, if you truly wish for humans to live in your court in harmony with Fae, if you want your borders to open and those who wish to travel and move freely, then things will have to change," you emphasised, your tone earnest yet firm. "If the Fae of this land can't already coexist among each other, then I don't know how opening borders or integrating humans will even be feasible."

Feyre's eyes met yours, a flicker of realisation crossing her features as she absorbed your words. It was clear that your statement had struck a chord with her.

“Then what do you propose we do, Miss Emissary of Peace?” Azriel’s question hung heavy in the air, his eyes searching yours for a solution. But it felt like a challenge.

While Cassian’s opposition had been obvious, Azriel, ever the Spymaster, had been quiet in his disagreement. He equally hadn’t been fond of the way you challenged his High Lord and Lady’s reign, but he wanted to test you. See if that sharp wit he had encountered in your correspondence could actually follow through to something more than words.

You paused, feeling the weight of Azriel's gaze on you.

Then you turned to the head of the table “Your son,” Feyre paused, a flicker of concern crossing her face at the mention of her child. “He is of studying age?”

Feyre nodded, Rhys giving you a scrutinising look. “He has tutors, yes.”

You looked at the Shadowsinger again, your eyes narrowing as your lips quipped at the edges. You would pass his test.

“I propose a school. A school for the children of Velaris, the children of Hewn,” you said, casting a meaningful glance at Cassian, “and the Illyrian children.”

At once, objections erupted around the table. Voices clamoured, expressing doubts about Illyrian participation and concerns over mingling different communities. How only High Fae had ever been the ones to have access to education, and that other groups would most likely not even care. But your focus remained on Feyre, sensing a glimmer of interest in her eyes.

“I know how stubborn people can be, how set in their ways they become over time,” you continued, addressing the room. “So we start with the children. We show them how positive change can be. Myself and Lucein both agreed adopting a human education system would be really beneficial here in Prythian. Your court is currently the only one with the means and resources.”

Despite the protests of those around the table, Feyre remained locked on your words so you continued. Knowing exactly what you needed to say to win her favour.

“I believe every child has a right to learn, to read and write, and a chance at an education. A place they can go to where they are safe, where they will be heard. A place where they can make friends, and…I guess after all this suffering and loss, shouldn’t we give all children an opportunity to just be kids?”

The room was silent now, Rhys tilted his head with a small smirk while Feyre beside him leaned forward. Cassian had gone silent too, your words silencing any oppositions he may have had. Even Nesta seemed to be reflecting on your proposition.

It was Azriel who offered you a gentle smile, all though his gaze was still dark. You had passed then. His silent test.

“A school for all children, it would be the first of its kind in all of Prythian.” Feyre beamed, looking at her mate with a glowing expression. “And maybe we could eventually welcome the humans too…and anyone else who wanted to join.”

You nodded in agreement, your vision now becoming a shared dream with the High Lady.

“I love it,” Feyre sang, her enthusiasm contagious. “But the guys are right, the people won’t agree.”

Rhys leaned forward, his expression thoughtful. “Perhaps,” he began, his voice measured, “but we can't afford to let fear and resistance dictate our actions. This is about shaping the future of our court, for all of Prythian. Fostering unity, and breaking down barriers that have long divided us.”

As chatter filled the room, you felt any lingering tension roll off your shoulders. Another successful decision was made, one that would undoubtedly surprise Lucien when he heard about it. You had gotten the Night Court to agree to opening a school on your first day, a proposal that had originally been a part of a five year plan.

Oh, the satisfaction of being able to gloat about this when you next saw Lucie.

Feyre excitedly began to discuss curriculum, subjects that would appeal to all communities. Of course she was quick to advocate that Art classes had to be a priority, and Cassian had joined in, declaring if the Ilyarins were to ever let their children attend school some kind of defensive fighting class would have to exist. Nesta was surprisingly quick to suggest Literature, the mention of the subject blazing something alight in her eyes.

“Do you always get what you want?” Azirel asked smoothly, his question going unnoticed by his busy family.

You smirked, your gaze softening on him “Always.”

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You don’t belong here.

The ocean doesn’t want you, we don’t want you.

Sharp talons were clawing at your skin, dragging you down to the oceans floor.

Drown, half breed. Why won’t you drown.

Dirty blood.

There’s no home for you here.

You awaken abruptly, your heart pounding in your chest, the remnants of fear lingering like a ghost. Gasping for air, you instinctively clutch at your throat, as if the claws of your nightmares still linger there.

Ready to drag you back down to the dark void of the oceans bed.

But it wasn’t real.

No, it had been real once though. Now a distant memory.

You lay there, trying to steady your breathing. It had been years since that particular nightmare plagued your sleep. It had haunted your younger years, a relentless spectre that would always find a way to creep into your dreams.

But with time, with age, you had managed to push it aside, burying it deep within the recesses of your mind.

Yet, tonight it had resurfaced with a vengeance. Perhaps it was the discussion of differences earlier in the day that had dredged up those buried fears. The submissions filled with divisive words like ‘other’, ‘outsiders’ and ‘them’ had struck a nerve, tapping into the lingering insecurities you were sure you’d grown out of.

But being 'other' was something you had become accustomed to. It was a label you had carried with you your entire life, never quite fitting in there, never fitting in here. Always straddling the line between worlds.

The land and the ocean.

You take a moment to steal a glance towards the window, greeted by the sight of the night sky, its darkness punctuated only by the twinkling stars and the soft glow of the moon. It was still night. Yet, you were wide awake. And knowing your hosts as late risers, you had a lot of time to kill.

With a sigh, you slip out of the large bed and reach for a robe hanging by the washroom. Its smooth black silk drapes elegantly around you, not wanting to leave the room in merely a night gown. Although you doubted anyone would be awake at this hour.

The need for fresh air beckons, guiding your steps towards the balcony that adjoins the living room you had explored earlier. As you step outside, a gentle breeze caresses your skin. Taking a seat in the plush couch, you find yourself mesmerised by the panoramic view of Velaris before you. The city sprawls out in all its glory, its enchanting beauty captivating even in the darkness of night.

Before you even have a chance to fully immerse yourself in the moment, a cup and pot of tea materialise in front of you, seemingly conjured by the magic of the manor. With a grateful smile, you pour yourself a cup of the steaming liquid, relishing in its comforting warmth.

It's only a matter of moments before you sensed his presence. You instinctively knew it was him. His shadows singing a whisper that you don’t even think he had been able to hear.

"You going to lurk there all night?" you tease with a playful smile, but you don’t turn to him. Your eyes fixed on the city across the river, while you sip quietly on your drink.

Azriel, perhaps surprised that you noticed him, joins you sitting at your side. His expression is tired, his usually sharp features softened by weariness. You wonder if he, too, wrestles with his own nightmares and torments that keep him awake at night.

"I understand why you did it," you speak softly, gesturing towards the city below. "It's beautiful, worth protecting. I hope you all didn't feel attacked by my observations earlier."

Azriel offers a small, understanding smile. "You have quite a sharp tongue, but you spoke the truth."

You sat with his words for a while, silence filling the air while he poured himself a cup of tea once the house had conjured him a cup.

“You always had the intention of proposing a school didn’t you?” Azriel's inquiry was direct, his eyes probing for the truth.

“It’s something Lucien and I had discussed," you admitted, meeting his gaze steadily. "We believed this court would be the most suitable place. While I hadn’t planned on suggesting it today, the solution seemed fitting given the circumstances.” As you spoke, you realised Azriel was closer than you initially thought, his presence radiating warmth beside you that almost made you move in closer to share that heat.

“But ultimately, the plan is broader," you continued. "We envision schools across Prythian, freely accessible to those who wish to attend. Schools for the littlings, and perhaps even universities for those seeking higher education. It’s a long-term plan, but I believe it could be the perfect tie to connect all the courts."

Vassa had mentioned the existence of a university on the continent, catering to humans in their early adulthood or those seeking to resume their studies. Once you and Lucien had solidified your plan for schools across Prythian, it was Tamlin to whom you proposed the idea of a university. You sensed that his court needed a beacon of hope, something to strive for. Your suggestion had the desired effect, not that you ever had a doubt. But it was how you’d managed to pull Tamlin from his depressive state. Giving him a sense of purpose and direction.

Azriel's expression softened, a hint of admiration in his eyes. "You really have it all planned out."

“Planning can only go so far though…” You paused, your thoughts drifting to the complexities of your role. It wasn’t all rainbows and schools. As if hearing your inner concerns, a cold, gentle caress brushed across your face – his shadows.

Azriel’s eyes widened slightly, watching as his shadows acted autonomously, curling around your hair and kissing your cheek.

"Well, hello, little ones. Have you missed me?" you purred playfully, eliciting a soft vibration of excitement from the shadows as they continued to fuss over you.

A soft melodic laugh left your lips, that had them stirring again.

"They seem to like you," Azriel remarked, his voice tinged with slight disbelief as he watched the shadows' unexpected display of affection.

"What's not to like?" you teased, noticing Azriel's surprise at his shadows' behaviour. "We've grown quite friendly during our correspondences. I might even consider them my friends," you added with a smile, knowing your words would only amplify the shadows' playfulness.

Friend, friend, friend.

They seemed to chant in Azriel’s ear.

“They’ve never acted like this with anyone before…” He whispered, his hand gently reaching forward to you. You didn’t move as he pulled a shadow from your hair, his rough fingers gently grazing past your throat as he did. The small action eliciting goosebumps over your body.

For a brief moment, you could have lost yourself in that delicate interaction, but a realisation dawned upon you. What he had just said was a lie.

“They’ve never acted like this with anyone before”

Lie.

But why would he lie about that? Something so small and trivial.

You could hear it in the unspoken, under his words, what it actually revealed. There had been another.

But who?

Next part >>

a/n: ummm so what do we think? Sorry if the politics are a little boring, just trying to set the plot out! This will be a slow burn, but once it gets going we'll be off for a fab ride (I promise) Also for all my Eris lovers, he'll be coming up in the next part so do not worry - Lottie xx

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hocuspocusbabyy · 6 months ago

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I’m sorry but just IMAGINE Eloise and Cressida as parents?!

Cressida would 100% be a full blown PTA mum, planning all the best events for her children’s school.

Eloise would inevitably be dragged along to help decorate and somehow end up agreeing the directing the school play - because she’s read the book a MILLION times! And “Couldn’t possibly let them butcher it.”

They’d have two daughters and a son. Aged, 5, 3 and 6 months. Lunet, Maeve and Benedict Jr.

Eloise would try sneaking treats that Cressida had baked for a fundraiser. Getting caught with frosting on her mouth, she swears blind to her wife she a no idea where it came from.

Cressida baking special cookies just for Eloise to eat! 😭

Eloise would read to the children every night, Cressida insisting she’s just there to tuck them in but ultimately sat across the bottom of the bed to listen too.

Cressida will often insist Eloise continues reading despite the fact the kids are already asleep, and they will have to reread that chapter again the next evening!

Uncle Benedict would love taking care of the children so their mothers may enjoy a walk or weekend alone 🥹 “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do! Though I suppose that doesn’t leave a lot.”

Uncle Colin and Aunt Pen would already arrive with an array of wonderful gifts. Eloise has a shelf of trinkets, many from Cressida and her family. Stemming from rocks, sea shells and pressed flowers to tiny figurines and bottles of sand from Colin’s travels.

Eloise secretly adores that Cressida insists on hanging Benedict’s painting’s in their home.

Eloise will often return home to Cressida and Violet sharing tea in the garden - Violet cannot go more than a few days without visiting her grandchildren.

Aunt Daphne and Cressida would take great pride in buying the children the cutest shoes and outfits - much to Eloise’s dismay when she finds her youngest in a ‘hideous’ bonnet. “Well what has she got this monstrosity on her head for? Oh my sweet girl don’t worry mummy will protect you from the taffeta.”

Eloise often getting emotional when spending time alone with her wife and children, free of any distractions. Forgoing her book to simple watch Cressida and their toddler play in the grass with wooden blocks.

Cressida tired at the breakfast table a child on either knee, as Elouise and their eldest read the newspaper out loud. Gently kissing their temples and stirring her tea.

Eloise and Cressida often indulging in a sneaky cigarette together at the end of a long week. Hidden out on the balcony to their room - their children fast asleep in the next room. Often shushing one another when their giggling threatens to wake them.

Eloise nearly having a ‘heart attack’ seeing her child on a horse for the first time, insisting her wife is insane and she’d prefer both ‘her girls’ back on the ground.

Cressida being the good cop, Eloise bad cop in many matters. I truly believe Cressida would be the biggest softy towards their children.

Eloise helping the children with their school work, whilst Cressida knits across the room (Cressida is utterly no help academically.)

Violet often insisting on taking the children for the evening because her home is simply ‘too big’ and Cressida and Eloise are ‘still young’.

Cressida and Eloise often opting to enjoy their meals in the form of picnic. Packing up the children to spend the evening down by the river.

Cressida rolling up her sleeves and teaching the children to skim stones.

Eloise sat waiting to aid them all in drying off when they’re done. The baby resting upon her chest.

Eloise often scolding Cressida more than the children, her wife simply brushing her off with terms of endearment or a kiss.

Cressida taking birthdays very seriously, waking up early to decorate the house. They keep Violets birthday hat tradition well alive. Eloise made her one their first birthday spent together and she still has it. Violet cried when they did the same for her.

The entire family often visit for long weekends and dinners - Eloise and Cressida opted to live in the country where there is more privacy and space for them.

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akitasimblr · 1 month ago

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spencer west-harper is applying to simply lilac by @ethicaltreatmentofcowplants, wish him luck - he needs it!

name: spencer west-harper (no nickname)

age: young adult (mid 20s)

pronouns + gender: he/him, male

romantic/sexual orientation, if applicable: exploring romantically/bi

hometown: born in simparis (magnolia promenade)

occupation: antiques dealer

traits: active | adventurous | good | nosy | goofball

aspiration: the curator

life state: sim/human (he sometimes tells a story of when he was a skeleton for 24 hours... but his twin sister usually just rolls her eyes 😆)

skills: fitness, selvadoradian culture, charisma, mischief (just for info)

likes: red, latin music, nature enthusiasts sims, high energy sims, stories, deception, discussing hobbies, pranks, silly behaviour, outdoorsy fashion, rock climbing, skiing, snowboarding, fitness, photography

dislikes: yellow, nudisco music, ambitionless sims, pessimistic sims, arguments, malicious interactions, baking, writing, cooking, cross-stich, knitting.

gifts: omiscan stone lotus, voodoo doll, fossilized crocodile jaw

who is spencer? he’s an adventurous, active, good, goofball and nosy pixel. he is a spare of the meow harper legacy and twin of cressida (the founder of meow legacy). in terms of family tree, he is the son of xavier harper and billie west (by devotedsims), which makes leonardo harper his grandfather and judith ward, his grandmother 😉

he was intended to be the founder of the meow legacy, but le chat decided otherwise. he was a sensitive infant, an inquisitve toddler and a very mischievous kid... he always had a tendency for chaos. in his teen days he joined the football team and kinda became a highschool superstar, the usual highschool jock.

after highschool he decided to take a gap year and travel around the simnation. interestingly, that gap year turned into - many - gap years and he never went to university.

he craves for any kind of adventure. jungle? check. treasure hunt? check. abandoned islands? check. odd caves in the middle of the desert? check. dorment vulcanoes? check. reach the top of the world? definitely!

spencer has had his fair share of romantic adventures too… and boy! he has stories to tell!! many people think spencer is some sort of loudmouth. and let’s be honest, sometimes his stories are so fabulous one starts to discredit its truthfulness. what is true, and what it’s not, about spencer? you must have patience and get beyond his playboy façade, or not!

Flirting with other contestants? Y

WooHooing other contestants? Y

Flirting with/and or woohooing NPCs? Y

Flirting with the host? Y

Changes to traits via gameplay prompts? Y

(Humans Only) Becoming an occult? Y

#spares whereabouts #simply lilac #spencer west harper

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simplydannie · 5 months ago

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Vaughn Montegue || Montegue AU

Vivian Montegue

WIP

(A little PG-13)

Vaughn got into the bath, leaning his head back he closed his eyes allowing the warmth of the water to relax him…he then felt a disturbance in the water. He opened his eyes to see his wife getting in, positioning herself on top of him.

“You weren’t going to say hello?” She asked.

“You were asleep. And I did. I gave you a kiss hoping it wouldn’t wake you up, but it seems it did.” He smiled tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear.

“No, what woke me up was the absence of my husband next to me.” Vivian ran her thumb across his cheek, worry stricken on her face now, “You’re so tired. You haven’t been getting enough rest have you?”

“I try, Viv. It’s been….getting harder out there.”

“…I can’t have you stressing. It’s going to kill you, and i can’t have that.”

“I’ll be fine Viv. It’s the family business after all.”

She hugged him, leaning her head against his bare chest. Vivian hated it…hated all of it. Why couldn’t every Rageon in Under Rageous live in peace? Why did there always have to be fighting? Mount Rageous was living without a worry, why couldn’t they? She wanted to bring him out of this, leave it all behind, run away with him so they could finally start a family….She wanted to have one so badly, especially with him, but she hasn’t had any luck yet.

Vivian felt his muscles as she embraced him, “Your tense.”

“Which is why I drew the warm bath in the first place.”

She smiled looking at him, her face only inches away from his, her hands running through his dark green hair, “You know what else warm baths are good for?”

He smirked, “Care to show me?”

Vivian giggled as she leaned in and placed her lips on his. His hands beginning to run along the curves of her body….they allowed themselves to be taken away by the blissful night…

….Wife of Vaughn and mother of Velvet and Veneer.

Vivian was born and raised in Under Rageous. She was a kind hearted spirit, her beauty radiating both inside and out. Her sister, Cressida, was selected as a suitor for Vaughn, the only Montegue son. Unfortunately for Cressida, Vaughn laid eyes and instantly fell in love with Vivian. There was a beauty to her he couldn’t put a finger on.

Vaughn actually courted Vivian; she didn’t take lightly to him at first because of him and his families reputation. But the more she got to know him, the more she realized how kind he could be behind the cold, stone mask. He was a mystery, there were walls built up she felt she could take down. So of course she couldn’t help but fall in love.

Vivian was the only person to see Vaughn’s true self… a quiet but potentially kind soul. She knew that because of his title in Under Rageous, he had to put up a cold front. It took Vivian years before she finally became pregnant with the twins. It had been her dream to have a family with a man she loved… and her dream was coming true. Though Under Rageous was not place to raise a family; Vivian had long dreamed of convincing Vaughn to run away from Rageous and start a life outside the city walls.

Once her children were born, she saw the strictness Vaughn would play on them, especially their son. Vivian knew that Vaughn didn’t want his children to be weak especially in a place like the under-city, he needed them to be tough. Yet, Vivian always guided Vaughn in helping him to be a loving father… unlike his own was.

Unfortunately, her life would be taken away too soon. A rival Strobe gang found where Vaughn resided and invaded the home while he was away. Vivian was able to hide her children, but at the cost of her own life. The twins were 7 at the time… and Vivian a few weeks pregnant again.

Her death changed her husband… it ruined him, left him heartbroken and unfortunately bitter towards his children. Without their mother to guide him, Vaughn mistreated and hurt his children with his words, eventually causing them to runaway.

Not a day goes by when Vaughn doesn’t think of Vivian. Many times they have told him to move on and remarry. But she was his one true love. As he searches for his children, he also searches for the ones responsible for her death…. Vaughn isn’t merciful….

His mercy would be putting them out of their misery.

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writingsoftarnishedsilver · 6 days ago

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Witch Weekly | Sebastian Sallow x OC #19

ahhh ok I sorta love this chapter - I remember doing these quizzes with my friends as a kid, and I just love the idea of ominis and sebastian being roped into it. i hope you all enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing it <3

Summary: Sebastian and Ominis find Evangeline in the courtyard with her friends. The group convinces everyone to complete Witch Weekly compatibility quiz, leading to humorous teasing and unexpectedly heartfelt revelations.

Words: 4,671

Tags: Not Actually Unrequited Love, Friends To Lovers, Slow Burn, Longing, Unspoken Feelings, Fluff, Friendship

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The late afternoon sunlight poured through the windows of Hogwarts, bathing the stone walls in light. It was the kind of day that practically begged for students to abandon their studies and enjoy the crisp breeze and fresh spring air. Even the Great Hall was quieter than usual, its occupants fewer as most of the school had already fled outside to soak up the warmth after a long winter.

Sebastian walked briskly beside Ominis, the click of their shoes echoing faintly in the castle corridor. His expression was set in a practiced neutrality, but the way his fingers tapped against his thigh betrayed his impatience. It wasn’t until they reached the courtyard doors that he broke the silence.

"She’s been gone all day," Sebastian muttered, his voice low but tight with irritation.

Ominis smirked faintly, as if he’d been waiting for this moment. He tilted his head slightly while pulling out an enchanted pocket watch and replied, "Eight hours and thirty-three minutes."

Sebastian froze mid-step, whipping his head toward his friend. "What?"

"You started shifting in your seat during breakfast. By lunch, you kept glancing at the door every five minutes. And now, after I’ve successfully endured an entire afternoon of your brooding, here we are," Ominis said calmly, a trace of humor in his tone. "Eight hours and thirty-three minutes. Impressive restraint, all things considered."

Sebastian’s brows knitted together, his cheeks warming. "You’re insufferable."

"And you’re predictable," Ominis countered, not missing a beat. "Though I will admit, I thought you’d cave closer to seven hours. Perhaps you’re learning patience after all."

Sebastian’s glare deepened, but the warmth of his blush betrayed him. "I’m not ‘caving.' I’m just saying it’s unusual, that’s all," he muttered. "She’s always around. It feels...off."

"Yes, terribly unusual," Ominis said with mock seriousness. "Imagine someone spending time without you, Sebastian. The audacity."

"Don’t you think it’s odd, though?" Sebastian pressed. "She didn’t say anything about being busy, and she’s not one to miss Crossed Wands."

Ominis let out a low hum, as if considering it. "Not particularly. But I am enjoying watching you tie yourself into knots over it."

Sebastian shot him a glare. "I’m not—" He cut himself off with a frustrated growl. "Forget it."

"I couldn’t if I tried," Ominis said with a faint chuckle.

The two descended a short set of stone steps, emerging into the courtyard where the late afternoon sun cast shadows across the grass. The scent of budding flowers hung in the air, mingling with the faint chatter of students relaxing under the trees.

And then Sebastian heard it—a familiar, melodic laugh that stopped him mid-step.

His gaze flicked toward the source, and there she was.

Evangeline sat in the middle of the lawn with her friends, a blanket spread beneath them, surrounded by scattered plates of pastries and glossy magazines. Her legs were tucked beneath her, the sunlight catching the loose strands of her hair as she leaned back on her hands, laughing at something Cressida had said. She looked completely at ease, as though she hadn’t just spent the entire day missing from Sebastian’s life without explanation.

He felt the tension in his chest ease at the sight of her, only to be replaced by a different kind of weight—a quiet, restless ache he’d been trying (and failing) to ignore for... well, since the day they met.

Beside him, Ominis paused as well, tilting his head toward Sebastian. "Well, there’s your answer. Mystery solved. Shall we go, or are you planning to stand here staring all day?"

Rolling his eyes, Sebastian’s feet carried him forward, and Ominis trailed behind with an air of amusement. The laughter from the group grew louder as they approached, mingling with the soft rustle of leaves overhead and the distant chatter of other students enjoying the courtyard.

"Evangeline Sterling," Sebastian called, injecting as much casual confidence into his voice as he could muster, "you’ve been suspiciously absent today."

Evangeline looked up, her hazel eyes sparkling as they caught his. "Did you miss me?" she teased, a playful smile tugging at her lips.

Sebastian opened his mouth, ready with a sharp retort, but Ominis spoke first.

"It's been eight hours and thirty-three minutes since he saw you last," he said, his voice dry as parchment. "He’s been keeping track."

Evangeline’s eyebrows lifted in amused surprise, her smile widening. "Has he now?"

Sebastian groaned, glaring at Ominis. "I have not—"

"He has," Ominis interrupted smoothly, settling himself onto the edge of the blanket with a casualness that made it clear he had no intention of defending Sebastian.

The other girls, catching onto the conversation, began to laugh. Imelda leaned forward, her sharp grin full of mischief. "Well, I’d say he earned an invite then. Sit down, Sallow. We’re in the middle of something."

Sebastian hesitated, his gaze flicking to Evangeline, who patted an empty spot on the blanket beside her. With a smile, he lowered himself to the grass, the tension in his chest tightening as soon as he was near her.

"So," he asked, glancing at the scattered magazines, "what’s all this about?"

Cressida beamed and held up a Witch Weekly, the shiny cover promising a "guide to perfect compatibility”.

Natty chuckled, "We’re doing a quiz," she said. "It’s supposed to tell you about your ideal romantic match."

Sebastian raised an eyebrow. "And you’re taking it seriously?"

"Why not?" Evangeline said, leaning toward him conspiratorially. "It’s magic, after all."

"Highly questionable logic," he muttered, though his curiosity was piqued.

"Don’t act like you’re above it," Nerida chimed in, nudging him with her elbow. "You’re doing it whether you like it or not."

Sebastian’s brow furrowed, but before he could protest, Cressida thrust a quiz into his hands. "There’s no escaping," she said brightly. "Even Ominis is playing."

Sebastian turned to Ominis, who sat with his arms crossed, looking as though he deeply regretted ever agreeing to sit down next to Poppy. "I was coerced," Ominis deadpanned.

Sebastian sighed, staring down at the page in front of him. The parchment smelled faintly of roses, as if Witch Weekly knew exactly how to market itself to dreamy-eyed witches. He sighed heavily, shooting a glance at Ominis, who looked as though he might murder someone with his quill.

"Fine," Sebastian muttered, "but I’m not sharing my results."

"You say that now," Imelda quipped, passing around the inkwell. "But you won't have a choice; we'll figure out who you're pining after."

"I’m not pining after anyone," Sebastian retorted quickly, too quickly, which only earned him a round of laughter. He shifted uncomfortably, wishing he’d stayed in the library. Well—no. He wouldn’t have found Evangeline there. But now here he was, surrounded by giggling girls and faced with a magazine quiz designed to unearth his secrets.

He barely noticed when Evie handed him a quill until her fingers brushed his, the fleeting touch sending an involuntary shiver up his spine. His gaze dropped to the quill in his hand. It was hers. He knew because she always used this type—sleek black with a faint shimmer of gold along the edges.

"You don’t have to look so miserable," Evangeline teased, her voice light as she leaned closer, a smile dancing across her lips. "It’s just a bit of fun."

Sebastian grumbled something noncommittal, focusing instead on the quiz. The first question stared back at him,

What’s your ideal magical date?

A) A candlelit dinner at a wizarding bistro.

B) A thrilling broom race across the countryside.

C) A cozy evening at home, brewing potions together.

D) A spontaneous adventure—perhaps dragon-watching or artifact hunting.

Sebastian hesitated, glancing out of the corner of his eye at Evangeline, who was already scribbling away on her quiz with an easy, carefree smile. She’d probably pick D, he thought. Adventure suited her—fearless and bright-eyed as she always was. He could still picture her standing at his side during their countless escapades, laughing at his jokes or throwing him an exasperated look when he got them into trouble.

He circled D.

2. How do you respond to an admirer?

A) Shy and flustered.

B) Bold and flirtatious.

C) Cool and indifferent, playing hard to get.

D) Awkward but honest.

Sebastian almost snorted aloud at the options. None of them seemed to fit him entirely, though he imagined his usual cocky attitude might land him under B. But then again, wasn’t that all an act? When it really mattered, when the stakes weren’t just idle flirtation, he felt more like a mess of poorly hidden nerves.

His eyes flicked to Evangeline again, who had moved on to the next page of her quiz, her brow furrowed in concentration. He could almost hear her voice teasing him about this later: Awkward but honest, hmm? That doesn’t sound like you at all, Sallow.

He hesitated, then circled B.

The next question asked which magical creature best represented his personality, and Sebastian frowned as he read the options, his quill hovering indecisively. A Niffler? Absolutely not—he could already imagine Ominis and Imelda taunting him about that one for weeks. Phoenix sounded noble, but a bit too dramatic even for his liking, and Thestral felt too melancholic. His gaze landed on Hippogriff, and his lips quirked upward. It felt... right.

Loyal to a fault, fiercely proud, occasionally to the point of arrogance. It fit him well enough, and he couldn’t help but think of Evangeline’s voice scolding him after one of their many arguments. You need to stop thinking you’re invincible, Sebastian. It’s exhausting.

He circled B, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

As the quiz went on, Sebastian found himself unexpectedly drawn in, the faint absurdity of the questions overshadowed by the way they seemed to linger in his mind. He’d approached the entire exercise with his usual sarcasm, but with each response, something tugged at him—a quiet, restless feeling he couldn’t quite pin down. The questions weren’t profound on the surface, yet they had a way of making him pause longer than he should, each one prodding at thoughts and feelings he’d spent forever trying to shove aside.

When reached the final question, his hand froze mid-motion, and the faint chatter of the group faded into the background. The question stared back at him, its words clear and deliberate, almost as if the parchment itself were daring him to be honest.

What’s most important to you in a partner?

Sebastian let out a slow breath, his eyes scanning the options again and again. At first glance, the answer seemed simple. Someone who challenges me. Evangeline did that better than anyone else. She pushed him constantly—whether it was in Crossed Wands duels, during their shared adventures, or even in simple conversations where her pointed remarks kept him sharp. There was no question that she challenged him. But… was that all?

He considered the second option. Someone who understands me completely. That one carried a weight that made his chest feel tight. He wasn’t sure if anyone fully understood him—not really. But if anyone came close, it was her. She didn’t just understand his motives; she understood his silences, his deflections, the way he avoided certain topics with everyone else but couldn’t seem to avoid with her. She knew him in ways that unnerved him.

His quill hovered over C. Someone who makes me laugh, even when things are tough. He smirked to himself, remembering how often Evangeline managed to coax a laugh out of him, even on his worst days. Whether it was her dry humor, her wit, or her outright stubbornness, she had a way of lightening the heaviest moments. But laughter wasn’t enough, was it? Not when there was so much more to what he felt for her.

Finally, his gaze settled on D. Someone who sees me—the real me. His chest tightened further as the words sank in. Of all the options, this one felt the most dangerous. He didn’t like the idea of being seen—not really, not in the way that laid everything bare. Yet somehow, Evangeline had always managed to do it. She saw the parts of him he tried to keep hidden, the parts even he wasn’t proud of. And instead of turning away, she stayed. She challenged him, understood him, made him laugh—but most of all, she saw him.

The quill dipped toward the page, his hand moving almost instinctively, as if there were never any other choice.

He circled D.

Sebastian sat back, letting out a slow breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. His heart was beating faster than he liked, and he couldn’t help but glance sideways at Evangeline, who was still focused on her own quiz, completely oblivious to the small emotional upheaval happening just a foot away. The sunlight caught in her hair as she shifted slightly, and Sebastian looked away quickly, focusing on the faint smudge of ink on his thumb as if it were the most interesting thing in the world.

"All done?" Her voice broke through his thoughts then, warm and lilting. Her hazel eyes sparkled with curiosity, and her smile was so disarming that for a moment, all he could do was nod.

"Finally," Imelda groaned, plucking the quiz from his hands before he could protest. "Let’s see what kind of mess you’ve made here."

Sebastian tried to snatch it back, but Imelda danced out of reach, flipping through the answers with an exaggerated gasp. "Oh, this is good," she declared, her grin wide and mischievous. "This is really good."

"Imelda," Sebastian growled, his voice low with warning.

Imelda waved the quiz in the air, delighting in Sebastian’s growing frustration as he leaned forward, trying to grab it. "Hold your hippogriffs, Sallow," she said with mock exasperation. "You’re about to witness magic in action."

Sebastian groaned, running a hand down his face. "What are you on about now?"

Cressida, already giggling, produced her own quiz page, which had been folded neatly into the shape of a bird. "You fold the parchment into a shape," she explained, her tone sing-song as she turned the little paper creation in her fingers. "Then you tap it with your wand to ‘submit’ it to Witch Weekly. Once it’s done calculating, it unfolds to reveal your perfect match."

Sebastian blinked. "That’s... ridiculous."

"It’s enchanted, Sallow," Nerida chimed in. "Show some respect for centuries of matchmaking magic."

"Matchmaking rubbish, more like," he muttered, earning a flick on the arm from Imelda.

"Don’t be such a spoil-sport," she said, already folding his quiz with nimble fingers. She worked quickly, creasing the parchment into a sharp, angular star. With a flick of her wand, the folded paper glowed softly before beginning to quiver in her hands.

Sebastian’s stomach twisted as the parchment unfolded itself. The neat creases smoothed out, and glowing gold ink began to appear across the page, forming a short paragraph in flowing, elegant script. Imelda leaned closer, squinting theatrically at the words.

"Oho!" she said, her grin practically feral. "This is juicy."

Sebastian snatched the parchment from her hands before she could read it aloud. "Not a chance," he growled, his eyes scanning the glowing text. But the moment his gaze landed on the words, his breath caught in his throat.

Your perfect match is someone who pushes you to grow beyond your limits, who sees potential in you even when you doubt yourself. They understand the words you don’t say, the silences you keep, and the weight you carry alone. They bring lightness to your heaviest days, their laughter a remedy you didn’t know you needed. Fiercely loyal and unapologetically bold, they possess a warmth that draws you in, steady and unyielding, like a fire on the coldest nights. Your match sees you—the best and worst of you, your flaws and your strengths—and without hesitation, they choose to stay.

Sebastian stared at the words, his chest tightening as though the parchment itself had reached into him and pulled something loose. He read it again, his grip tightening. Every word felt like a mirror, reflecting back at him what he already knew but couldn’t say. It was Evangeline. It had always been her.

"Well?" Imelda prompted, her voice cutting through his haze. "What does it say? Don’t keep us waiting."

"It says it’s none of your bloody business," Sebastian snapped, folding the parchment hastily and shoving it into his pocket.

Imelda crossed her arms, looking thoroughly unimpressed. "Oh, come on, Sallow. Don’t be such a baby."

"Ooooh," Nerida drawled, leaning forward with a mischievous glint in her eye. "It must be something really scandalous if he’s acting like this."

"Maybe it said his match is someone who hates Quidditch," Cressida chimed in, feigning a gasp. "Oh, the horror!"

Sebastian groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Merlin’s beard, you’re all insufferable."

Before the teasing could escalate, Evangeline spoke, her voice cutting through the noise like a soft breeze. "Alright, that’s enough." Her tone was light but firm, her hazel eyes glancing around the group before landing on Sebastian. "If he doesn’t want to share, leave him be."

Sebastian shot her a quick look of gratitude, but his relief was short-lived as she added, "Besides, I’ll go next."

The group turned toward her in unison, the shift in attention immediate. "Really?" Imelda asked, her grin widening. "You’ll actually share yours?"

Evangeline nodded, leaning back on her hands with an easy smile. "Sure. Why not? It’s just a silly quiz, after all."

Sebastian’s stomach flipped as she reached for her folded parchment. The idea of her perfect match suddenly being revealed in front of everyone made his mouth go dry. He didn’t even know why—it wasn’t as if the quiz meant anything... right?

"Here we go," Evangeline said, tapping the folded parchment with with her wand. As the paper smoothed out, the glowing gold ink began to form its paragraph, shimmering softly in the sunlight.

She held the parchment aloft, her tone light and confident as she began to read, clearly treating it like the harmless fun she’d promised.

"Your perfect match is someone charming, competitive, and endlessly protective. They have a fiery spirit that matches your own, challenging you in ways that keep life exciting." Her smile flickered slightly, and her gaze darted briefly to Sebastian before she quickly looked back at the parchment. "Though sometimes infuriatingly stubborn, they are fiercely loyal—always the first to stand by your side, no matter the cost."

Sebastian’s heart thudded painfully in his chest. The words felt too pointed, too familiar, and judging by the faint pink spreading across Evangeline’s cheeks, she thought so too. Her confident tone wavered as she continued.

"They make you laugh when you least expect it, even on the hardest of days. They see past the masks you wear, understanding the parts of you that you don’t share with anyone else. Your match isn’t perfect—they’re messy, complex, and frustrating at times."

Her voice dipped slightly at those last words, the blush deepening as she hesitated. The silence stretched for a heartbeat too long, and Sebastian realized with a jolt that she was debating whether to keep going. Finally, she cleared her throat and pressed on, though her voice was quieter now, almost shy.

"But," she continued, "they make you feel seen, heard, and understood. With them, you’re not just enough—you’re everything. They don’t complete you; they remind you that you were whole all along."

When she finished, Evangeline lowered the parchment slowly, her fingers tightening around it as if she could crumple the damning words into nothing. Her cheeks were flaming now, and she let out a soft, nervous laugh that did nothing to mask her discomfort.

"Well," she said lightly, attempting to recapture her earlier ease, "that’s a bit much, isn’t it?"

The group around her, however, had other ideas.

Imelda was the first to break the silence, her grin practically splitting her face. "A bit much? Merlin’s beard, Sterling, that’s practically a love letter! Are we sure Witch Weekly isn’t using Veritaserum on these things?"

"Fiery spirit, endlessly protective, infuriatingly stubborn…" Nerida drawled, "Wonder who that could be?"

Evangeline balled up the paper and tossed it directly at Nerida, hitting her squarely in the forehead. "Shut up," Evangeline said, her voice somewhere between exasperation and amusement, though the pink on her cheeks hadn’t faded in the slightest.

The group erupted into laughter, Imelda practically doubling over as she smacked her knee. "A direct hit! Maybe your perfect match should be someone who can dodge."

"Or someone who knows when to keep quiet," Evangeline shot back, though her teasing tone was undercut by the way she avoided looking at Sebastian.

Sebastian, for his part, was rooted to the spot, his heart pounding so hard it felt like it might echo in the courtyard. He wanted—needed—to convince himself it was just a quiz, a silly enchanted game meant to amuse and nothing more. But he couldn’t. His own results had struck far too close to home, describing Evangeline with such precision that it felt like Witch Weekly had read his mind. And if his results had been accurate, then what about hers?

So maybe it wasn’t such a joke after all.

Sebastian’s mind spun with possibilities while the others continued to laugh and tease. Cressida was reading her result aloud, her voice animated as she tried to downplay how much it sounded like Garreth, much to everyone's amusement. Imelda was cackling as she folded another parchment for the next victim. It was business as usual—except for Sebastian, whose mind was entirely elsewhere.

He risked another glance at Evangeline, who had busied herself tidying up the plates and crumpled bits of parchment around her. Her cheeks were still pink, her fingers moving just a bit too quickly, as though keeping her hands occupied could erase the lingering tension from the air.

He looked away before anyone could catch him staring again, dragging a hand through his hair in frustration. He needed to get a grip.

"Alright, Ominis," Imelda’s voice rang out sharply, yanking Sebastian back to reality. "Your turn. You’ve been sitting on that parchment like it’s a classified Ministry document."

Ominis didn’t move. "No, thank you," he replied flatly, crossing his arms. "I’ll pass."

"Oh, no, you don’t!" Nerida said, leaning forward with a grin. "Everyone else has read theirs. You’re not getting out of this."

"Unless," Imelda said, her voice taking on a mockingly thoughtful tone, "you’re afraid of what it’ll say. Maybe your perfect match is Sebastian."

The group erupted into laughter, and even Sebastian couldn’t suppress a smirk. "I think we both know Ominis couldn’t handle someone like me," he quipped.

Ominis sighed loudly, lifting his head with the air of someone long-suffering. "If it will shut you all up," he said, reaching for his parchment, "then fine."

Begrudgingly, he handed it to Natty, who quickly folded it up into a neat little crane, her hands moving deftly as though she’d done this a hundred times before. With a flick of her wand, the crane glowed faintly and began to unfold, the enchanted ink blooming across the page.

Ominis reached for it carefully, holding it in both hands as if it might combust. Then, clearing his throat, he began to read, his voice calm but deliberate.

"Your perfect match is someone who doesn’t let themselves be defined by the things that have happened to them. Instead, they remain hopeful—resilient, even in the face of adversity. They possess a mischievous streak that keeps life interesting, with a cleverness that can outwit even the sharpest minds. But at the same time, they find joy in calm, quiet moments—someone who knows the value of stillness."

His voice softened slightly, the faintest hint of emotion creeping into his otherwise even tone. "With them, silence is never uncomfortable—it’s a comfort, like the steady rhythm of the tide. They offer strength in the gentlest of ways, never demanding, never forceful. They see the world not for what it takes away but for what it still has to offer, and they remind others to do the same."

As Ominis finished, his fingers lingered on the edges of the parchment, folding it carefully as if handling something fragile and precious. He set it beside him with deliberate precision, clasping his hands in his lap. His expression remained calm, but there was a tightness in his posture, a vulnerability he rarely allowed anyone to see.

"Happy now?" he asked, his voice dry but quieter than usual, as if the words had cost him something to say.

The group, usually quick with teasing remarks, sat in a rare silence, the weight of his description settling over them. Even Imelda, who always had a quip ready, seemed caught off guard, blinking as if unsure how to respond.

"Well," Cressida said softly, breaking the quiet with a small smile, "that’s… beautiful."

Imelda recovered quickly, crossing her arms with a huff. "Sounds like a miracle worker. Whoever they are, they’ve got their work cut out for them with you, Ominis."

"Thank you, Imelda," Ominis said dryly, "Your input, as always, is invaluable."

The group laughed, the mood beginning to lift again. But Sebastian didn’t join in. He was too busy studying Ominis, trying to piece together what—or who—could have inspired such a specific, heartfelt result. The words had felt personal, far more personal than some random enchanted description. And while he couldn’t quite place it, something about the way Ominis had spoken left him uneasy.

Indeed, for all the time Sebastian spent with Ominis, the blonde had never once spoken about a girl, nor any boys. In fact, Sebastian had begun to wonder if Ominis even considered such things at all. Relationships, crushes, and fleeting romances seemed to amuse him in theory, but in practice, Ominis never expressed interest in anyone. It wasn’t for lack of attention—girls often found his sharp wit and air of mystery intriguing—but he always deflected their advances with polite indifference.

And yet, the way Ominis had described his "perfect match" sounded so... deliberate. As if the words weren’t crafted by the parchment but drawn from somewhere deeper.

Sebastian’s brow furrowed, his curiosity only growing. Was there someone Ominis hadn’t mentioned? Someone he’d been keeping to himself?

And then, Sebastian caught something out of the corner of his eye—a glance. Brief, almost imperceptible, but unmistakable. Evangeline and Ominis exchanged a look, a flicker of understanding passing between them that sent a spike of curiosity through Sebastian.

His brow furrowed, his gaze flicking between the two of them. It wasn’t unusual for Evangeline and Ominis to share silent moments of understanding—they’d always been close. But this felt different, like they were sharing a secret that wasn’t meant for him.

Evangeline quickly looked away, focusing on the blanket in front of her as though nothing had happened. Ominis, ever composed, returned to his usual calm demeanor, seemingly unaffected. But Sebastian couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that he’d just missed something important.

"Alright," Imelda declared, clapping her hands and breaking the moment. "That’s enough emotional poetry for one day. Who’s up for a game of Exploding Snap?"

The group groaned and laughed, their attention shifting back to lighter topics as the tension finally eased. But Sebastian remained quiet, his thoughts lingering on Ominis’s words and the glance he wasn’t supposed to notice.

They see the world not for what it takes away but for what it still has to offer.

The words echoed in his mind, stirring something he couldn’t quite name. He didn’t know who Ominis’s result was about, but the weight of it—and the way Evangeline had looked at him afterward—told Sebastian one thing for certain.

It wasn’t just a quiz. Not to Ominis. Not to Evangeline. And certainly not to him.

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Thoughts I have after rewatching the first episode

Ellen mentioned Cressida has a Stone Pendant that she's protective of. Why is she protective of it?

What region is Metansay (however you spell where Cressida is from) in? Or is that the region? I thought it was the city

What happened to all the other firbolg Lug hasn't seen in many years? Presumably he has family somewhere or we find out what happened to them

What was the Order of Cadence arguing about when Happen left?

I think Willowfine's village has a verging on unhealthy reliance on magic. The Great Mother told Willowfine that they were nothing without magic. Bit extreme.

Unclear if the final straw for Robin leaving Wenlock was to investigate the strange happenings around him or because the Goat got his house

#oxventure #wyrdwood

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peithoaphro · 1 year ago

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updated list of names 2023.

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#baby name ideas #baby names #baby girl names #babynames #baby boy names #baby #girl names #boy names #unisex names #gender neutral names #peithoaphro

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I'm sorry what was the second half of s3 of bridgerton? Why was Cressida suddenly being married off to an old lord when in part 1 she was being shown interest by Lord Denby? What happened to him? He suddenly had to go find the North West passage in the middle of a ball with no time to make any arrangement with her?

The rest of Cressida's story was awful and my heart broke for her, her part 1 redemption made it even worse that somehow Eloise suddenly didn't give a shit about her, even though her situation of being forced into marriage and having no agency other than what men decide, is exactly the same one Eloise whinges about all the fucking time.

What an absolute waste of a story. Eloise I hope you spend your time in Scotland being miserable and eaten alive by midges while your sister bangs her hot new sister-in-law cousin-in-law. I hope Cressida finds love with a Welsh milkmaid and they live happily ever after in a little stone cottage by the sea.

#bridgerton #cressida cowper #eloise bridgerton

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Ayesha Liveblogs Bridgerton S3

"I must say, all those piano lessons in Bath have reaped their reward." Is this their subtle explanation for where This Francesca has been the past two seasons?

"You do realize what tune she was playing right now, don't you? Mozart's Funeral March." "Oh god." Benedict said: I am both a scholar of art AND a smart aleck, Mum

Say what you will, Bridgerton knows the power of a good haircut

LMAO did they have Colin get his tiddies out in the carriage just to show off how hot he is since it'll take a while for him to get naked with someone else?

"It would be pleasant to have my own house." LMAO Francesca, extremely real reason to get married

I like the Featheringtons' husbands, they're just here to vibe

Speaking of marrying into money, Kate is truly the most gorgeous person alive. Bridgerton said: Do you want to watch beautiful people in fancy outfits struggling to socialize? And I said: Yes!

The way that despite their troubles, Eloise STILL protects Penelope's identity and keeps Cressida from sniping at her. The love story of MY season

"My stories from abroad are not suitable for such tender young ladies." With all due respect to Colin: Brother eugh, what's that?

"I take comfort in knowing that you will always be here to take care of me." What's the 1810s equivalent of putting your parents in a home? A convent? Lady Featherington inches closer with her every word to Penelope

"Perhaps something like what they are wearing in Paris?" [...] "I love it brother. Where is it from?" "A trader in Marseille." "My perfume is from Paris?" Bridgerton said: SUBTLETY WHO, COLIN X PENELOPE 4EVER

The sneaky looks on Anthony and Benedict's faces as they help Gregory run away with his bow and arrow KILL me

"I lost the battle, and I've no appetite for the war, so I've joined the winning side. Not unlike you, I take it? Or is this truly the new you?" Eloise said: People in superficial society houses shouldn't throw stones, Colin

(Also. I am in love with Eloise, she charms me more every season. Though wild that they're dissing Emma, Austen has women with SO much agency and Emma specifically is the lady of her house, someone throughout the novel learns that she DOESN'T know everything, and who vows herself not to marry until she changes her mind and falls in love with a friend)

[Voice breaking] "Now you have your life, and I have mine." ELOISE WAHHHHHH. I think she is totally justified, but god, friendship breakups are SOOO brutal

"In truth, I enjoyed having a purpose. Whereas now that you're back, I'm not certain what I'm supposed to do exactly." Explore bisexuality, Benedict <3

YEAHHHHHH Mondrichs!!! I hope society is kind to them

HAHAHAHAHAH I love Kanthony

Kate: You do know that what we are doing is not how one makes an heir?

Anthony, head still between his wife's legs: We have to start somewhere.

If they don't want me to want Penelope and Eloise to be in love, they HAVE to stop making her look at Penelope like that

HAHAHAHHA I love that Penelope, while getting attention from her nice hair and dress, is still extremely awkward when being talked to by a man. It is endearing

After the Queen Charlotte spin-off, I have a new appreciation for Lady Danbury and the Queen's friendship. Agatha knows how to get Charlotte going, 'bestie Lady Whistledown will get more recognition than you if you do not tell everyone who the hottest young debutante is'

Wondering if Kate's gown style is meant to invoke salwar kameez?

I hope Francesca and Penelope become closer!! Two gals who would rather die than talk to any man in this room:

"Why do I have the feeling that you in turn, know how to make one wither, if you so choose?" I do like Lord Debling so far, even if he looks MUCH older than Pen LOL

Every time they have a one-on-one interaction between a man and woman I'm like, why does it only sometimes matter if they're chaperoned LOL? Inconsistent

"You miss me, but you'd never court me. Is that correct?" GET HIM PEN

Not a season goes by that the Featheringtons are not in some kind of financial trouble. They're like the Coopers from The O.C.

"You disapprove? I thought we did not like Penelope." "What you did was cruel and unnecessary." I like both halves of this interaction, that Cressida is saying 'we' as in wanting to be on the same side as Eloise, and that Eloise is calling Cressida out for how awful she's been treating Penelope

I like that Cressida is both acknowledging that she's been unkind but also giving mind to the fact the women of the ton have been raised to be in competition with each other

God I love Kate and Anthony this season, sappy and sex-addled but also Kate making sure to think of Violet's needs and how difficult it would be to suddenly no longer be viscountess

While I do love the idea of charm lessons, and I cannot help but notice MOST of what Colin likes about Penelope are about him, "I know that you will lift my spirits, and make me see the world in ways I could not have imagined." "[You] have always truly made me feel appreciated.") Don't love that

"I will never forgive her," said Colin, about the woman he just called his very good friend and would later go on to marry

Surely the Mondrichs can decide how things are done in their own house, I highly doubt Violet and her husband or Kate and Anthony do separate bedrooms

HAHAHAH I wonder how many episodes Eloise will have fancy hand muffs to hide Claudia Jessie's broken arm

I guess I was wrong about Colin not getting naked, he's just frequenting brothels I suppose?

"Pen, living for the estimation of others is a trap." Spoken like a man who can inherit property and fortune through means other than marriage

I was thinking Francesca and Eloise were on similar plights, but it seems more that Francesca's beef is with any sort of attention than with being married

Hee hee, I love Hyacinth beating her older brothers at cards

"Somehow my character gets lost between my heart and my mouth." I feel that, Penelope! I have no idea what I'm saying half the time

"Your eyes are a most remarkable shade of blue, and yet they shine even brighter when you are kind." If I were Colin, this would immediately do me in, a compliment that specific is really something

This journal thing is symptomatic of Penelope's lack of respect for anyone's privacy, even if it is good she understands what Colin was doing in Paris

"I do not wish for her to be friendless, and you are perhaps all she has now." Eloise is SO understanding given what Penelope has said about her AND Colin

"I think of Prudence as a bonbon. Delicate, and oh so agreeable." "Mr. Dankworth, you are so... pretty." I love Mr. Dankworth. Pretty, loves his wife, gives great compliments, what more can I ask for?

Bold of Eloise to tell Cressida about Colin helping Penelope, she knows that Cressida has been purposely cruel to Pen before

"I think we have found your talent. You are a most entertaining speaker." YEAHHHHH Eloise, getting along with the girls with her gift for gab

"How are we expected to understand all these society rules when even someone born into this world cannot grasp them?" [Benedict makes a face but then smiles at being insulted] As I have been from his very first moment on screen, I'm in love with Benedict:

"We kiss, and then he makes an odd sound, and then goes to change his breeches." "His breeches remain on?" HAHAHAHAH every season there's a problem with no one offering the ladies any formal sex education

"I cannot think of anything [to gossip about] at the moment." GOOD FOR CRESSIDA

"I do not much care for idle gossip," said Penelope, like she wasn't the Queen of Capitalizing on Idle Gossip

I am SHOCKED that they have a character in a wheelchair on this show, and even more shocked there wasn't immediately some comment drawn to it, but glad! It may be a weird show when it comes to race, but at least it's not weird when it comes to ability?

The way the Colin Has Been Helping Penelope reveal was SO dramatic I thought it might actually be a dream sequence

"We can do whatever we want now. We are a married noble couple." That's what I'm talking about, Will

Penelope said: "Be a homie and kiss me," and Colin said: "I do not have the strength to deny that kind of request!"

This second kiss HAS to be a dream sequence, there's no way they'd jump into this without any preamble

Oh it was COLIN'S dream sequence, love that for him!!!!

Fhfkhfkjhf Colin: I did NOT have a wet dream, in case anyone wanted to know!

"[Hyacinth] waits for the maids to throw out last week's copy of Whistledown because she knows she is not allowed to read it." HAHA this is such a big brother thing for Benedict to say

"It was quite harsh what she wrote about you. Unnecessarily so, I think." Eloise said, be nicer to yourself, bestie

Colin does not know how to act around Penelope, this is the first time I've been endeared by him all season

"If I secure a proposal, it will be because of you." You know what that is, Penelope? Foreshadowing!

[Disdainfully] "Apparently he only eats vegetables." They disapprove of vegetarianism in Georgian England. Also. What a thing to say in front of two South Asian women, when India has the HIGHEST proportion of vegetarians in the world, and also has many historical and ongoing ties between vegetarianism and spirituality kjghgkjhg

Is the open mocking of other people supposed to be why we as the audience should be okay with Penelope exploiting other people's drama for profit? Cause I still don't appreciate 1810s Gossip Girl

God, Mrs. Mondrich is SO gorgeous. Peak beautiful people in fancy outfits

"I find your frankness immensely refreshing." I like Lord Debling more with every scene

"Do you feel some attachment to him?" Colin said: Penelope do you still like me check yes or no

Penelope just going "Yeah, me too," to all of Cressida's specific commentary about Lord Debling's interests is difficult to watch

Colin stopping the balloon is the first moment I have personally been attracted to him (ever, I think). I think the more casual outfit does do him some favours. This is his Anthony in the Lake moment

Weel weel weel, perhaps Violet will be finding someone to tend to her garden (her libido) soon

"I see you have met my brother, Lord Marcus Anderson." It would be SOOOOO funny if Violet fucks Lady Danbury's brother after finding out Danbury fucked her dad. It's very messy friendship LMAOOOO

"Perhaps we can enjoy the silence together." I like this man

"I am not afraid of you." "That... is a mistake." I was hoping Benedict would get to flirt with a man this season, but alas it does not seem to be in the cards (you're still bisexual to me, Benedict Bridgerton)

"Members of society do not work." Then how do they make money? Is it only what the crown gives you? What about the lawyers and doctors? Also lol @ this guy admitting that being a landlord isn't an honest line of work

"I do not wish to court someone exactly like myself. I want to be with someone who knows who they are, and embraces their own pecularity, as I do." Men in real life can never do for me what the men in Bridgerton do for me

"It is rare to begin as friends and for both parties to then feel more." I love that Colin is seeking out romantic advice from his mum, he's the only child so far who has earnestly listened to her

HAHAHAH not the I'm-asking-for-a-Friendcesca routine

Colin looked SO desperate to kiss Penelope that for a second I thought he might actually do it in the ballroom in front of everyone

They're selling me on Debling a little TOO much; it's like Daphne and the Prince. Like I know Pen and Colin are great friends, and that they have feelings for each other, but Debling seems like he would make an amazing husband, while I am less convinced that Colin would. Colin is sweet, but he is not street smart, and lacks the emotional awareness that Debling has:

Even if it's not what I ordered, I do enjoy Benedict catting around

What is Lady Danbury's beef with her brother LOL

"Step another pace backwards, you read me too well." Queen Charlotte's spinoff has really made me have a whole new appreciation for Brimsley

"But how will they know each other if they do not speak?" Honestly a very valid question, Violet

Considering that Lord Samadani wants to have eight kids, perhaps he should ask how many kids Francseca wants?

"Well, let him tell you about it. Men love to explain the world to us. If we have already explained it to ourselves through reading, then they will feel superfluous and unnmanned." Lady Featherington years ahead of her time in defining mansplaining HAHA

"Are there any novels in which the man goes travelling for a very long time, but his wife is happy to stay behind, tending the estate? I suppose that would not be a book with much sentiment, would it?" "Not necessarily. But if the wife had her own interests in life, then perhaps they could both be very happy." "A practical match, but a happy one? I like the sound of that." Again, you are selling me on Debling too well. I cannot believe you are making me root for a blond man with a Vegeta hairline*

*There's nothing wrong with the way this man looks, he just looks much older than Penelope!

"But it is tiring, is it not? The necessity for us to remain caveliar about the one thing in life that holds genuine meaning. Do you not find it lonely?" Colin Discovers: Toxic Masculinity Bad

"Do you know what is romantic? Security." Real, Lady Featherington

"My head is bottle-weary." What a poetic way to say you're hungover

Do we think Cressida and Eloise could fall in love? Let me have at least one lesbian in this show, please:

"And is your heart located in your breeches?" Apparently Lady Danbury's beef with her brother is that he is a slut

"To be honest, my work has such a large portion of my heart it may difficult to make more space. But I am very glad that you are someone who seems to have such a full life." Alright, I can see why Debling might not be the perfect match

Colin said: What up Penelope I'm here to ruin your marital prospects

"But these past few weeks have been full of confounding feelings. Feelings like a total inability to stop thinking about you. About that kiss. Feelings like dreaming of you when I'm asleep. And in fact, preferring sleep because that is where I might find you. A feeling that is like torture. But one which I cannot, will not, do not want to give up." I'll hand it to Colin, that was a pretty good confession, 8/10, I'd knock points off for the torture remark

Whoever is dating the Bridgerton cast has to be so strong, these scenes so impassioned

"For God's sake, Penelope Featherington, are you going to marry me or not?" Good for them!!!

I will say, bold choice to hard launch to the fam in the wee hours of the night immediately after a ball and fingering in the carriage, but if anyone's going to be cool about it, it's the Bridgertons:

EXTREMELY fair of Eloise to exit right away when she finds out her best friend with whom she has shared a borderline romantic breakup after several years of exploitation of her family for money and at least two pointed attacks on Eloise and her brother suddenly announces she's gonna be her sister-in-law

"And until he knows the real you, he cannot possibly love you." YOU RIGHT, ELOISE

"I will tell him. You have my word." "Very well." Kind of Eloise to still take Penelope at her word

NOT BENEDICT MISSING HIS BROTHER'S ENGAGEMENT BECAUSE HE WAS OUT PHILANDERING

Anthony and Kate are SO beautiful. I loooove them

"I am simply enjoying the view of my ravishing wife, and soon-to-be mother of my child." OOOOOh Kanthony baby, love that for them

HAHAHAHAH Anthony immediately forgetting how happy he is about the baby because he is PISSED another sibling is getting married without his permission

"I am one of the brothers as well." "I think of you as the family pet." BRUTAL HYACINTH HAHA

"If I do have to marry a man who could be my great-grandfather, we can at least use his money to shop, and queen over society like Lady Danbury." Cressida you are so lesbian to meeee

"The final part, the betrothal. it did all happen rather... swiftly." "It was swift because you--" "Are you going to duel your own brother or...?" Anthony's definitely thinking about it, Benedict!

Anthony insisting on Colin telling Penelope the depth of his feelings for her. That's growth, baby!

"I proposed to [Penelope] out of love, nothing less. And were you not so narrowly concerned over your own standing, you might see see that Penelope is the most eligible amongst you." Now THIS is the romance I'm talking about, Colin

"I will always stand up for you. Because I love you... Pen." "Are you sure?" [Nods] AWWWW they're so sweet

"You are cleverest, bravest woman I have ever known." Finally a compliment that feels like it's about Penelope (even if it was immediately followed by a comment about Colin)

I love Colin's Lustful List of How Hot His Fiancee is, and that he asks her specifically if she wants to stop because she's a lady!!

Oh smutty consensual Bridgerton, we back baybeeeeeeeee

"Tell me what to do." "I will do everything." "No, tell me." Ohhhhhh I love this

I LOVE knowing that Nicola Coughlan requested to be as naked as possible for this scene as a memory of how hot she is. And she was RIGHT

"Can we do it again?" "Give me five minutes. Maybe ten." HAHAHA this was a perfect scene from start to finish

"Is this the only reason you wish to delay our news? You are happy, I hope?" "Oh... Very happy." I love Anthony checking in on Kate about her pregnancy. He is such a sweet husband

"I wish to be married. Very much, in fact. I just hope my husband will not hide my piano stool from me." "I would not dream of it." I have been sold on John Stirling since his first shared silence with Francesca, I love them!!

"You seem to be quite good at [planning hospitality.]" "Oh, I am. I'd still much rather be out riding somewhere." I love Eloise and Kate's friendship also

"Finally, the woman will get the consequences she deserves." You see, Penelope, this is why you should have told Colin you were Whistledown BEFORE you agreed to marry him. Or before sex, or at any point whatsoever. You KNOW he has beef with Whistledown. This is engagement-ending stakes

God Eloise has been SO reasonable this whole time but I really do think the 5000 pound reward is a fair incentive to sell Penelope down the river for her own sake or even for Cressida's. It's tough being a lady in the 1800s!

"Somber clothing is best. Gray or brown. And we do not flit about town, engaged in gossip within the ton. We shall attend no more than one ball per month, and only if the hosts are of strong moral character. I certainly do not believe in music, and modern art nowadays is absolutey scandalous. Her tender eyes and ears will never be exposed to such filth." Not to be dramatic but I think Lord Greer has to die. Somebody needs to spook him really hard, he's like 105, it won't take much

"Featheringtons support one another." "Is that what you were doing earlier, supporting me?" "You are right, I have been unkind. But it stops now. And thankfully we have your engagement party coming up to allow us our fresh start." Parents really do think they can fix years of trauma with a single 'my bad'

"Your ledgers will not miss you, but your family will." A good wake-up call for Mondrich

"Do not take an interest in her. I have a new bow and arrow. Would you like to see it?" Tweens are still the same in 1815 HAHA

Hahaha Lady Danbury could not be emanating "Please don't fuck my brother," vibes harder. To which Lady Bridgerton said, "You fucked my dad, I'm definitely fucking your brother!"

"If it proves too difficult for you to reveal the truth, I will be merciful and reveal it to him myself. You have until midnight." Good for Eloise for giving her a deadline!!

AWWWWW John struggling through the boots story. He said: I'm an introvert and I will not be socialized, xoxo

"I know it is unlike you to cajole your own children." "You mock me." "As you rightly mocked me all last season." I missed these interactions between Anthony and Mama Bridgerton!!! I love when the Bridgertons are all in the same place

HAHAHAHA not Eloise dropping a really threatening post-script to Colin's speech about how excited he is for marriage

If they don't want me to want Penelope and Eloise to be in love, they gotta stop being so fucking intense all the time. They're turning charades into their own private intellectual battle

Also Cressida is reasonably, pretty jealous, considering the homoerotic friendship fight vibes. She said: Hey, I thought it was my turn to be gay!

Eloise said: I do not have time for two homoerotic friendships, sorry Cressida, Penelope has seniority

"All that to say, sometimes I miss what is right in front of me. But not Miss Francesca. Her, I saw straight away." I love you John, you are my favourite Bridgerton character of the season (book readers, tell me nothing!!)

"It is a great change, but you and I will make our way with our child, as we have always done with each other," said Anthony, like they weren't a whole mess last season public fucking in the Bridgerton gardens and getting into horse accidents

OMGGGGGGGGGG Cressida! Saying she's Whistledown so that she doesn't have to marry Lord Greer is truly a 'work smarter, not harder' moment

The smart move for Penelope would be to say nothing at all as Lady Whistledown and see how the Cressida thing pans out. Also, TELL COLIN!!

"You have many gifts, but cleverness is not amongst them." A harsh review on Cressida from Mama Cowper

"It is one thing to follow the rules. But if you want to win the game, you must lead it. Otherwise you will always be on the defensive." I love Agatha mentoring the Mondrichs

"Lady Bridgerton. Forgive my intrusion, I simply forgot my hat." Lord Anderson left his hat so he'd have an excuse to see her again. This is No. 1 in the Flirting Playbook

My question is: How do you have a booty call when you have have seven of your children in your house. Eight if you count in-laws!

Anderson really came to just flirt with Violet and leave. I love that!

"Excuse me, I have been taken ill of the plague, and you are all doomed by association." HAHAHA John is so funny. I keep saying I love him, but it's true

HAHAHAH Benedict ending his macaron fight with Gregory and Hyacinth by saying "Last macaron for you," to John, his new soon-to-be brother-in-law is incredible family dynamics at play

"Perhaps I can make Lady Whistledown go away, so she shall not be able to harm any of us again." "You will speak with Miss Cowper?" "With the scribe herself." Eloise is a WAY better friend than Penelope deserves

"Eloise, I have worked too hard for too long. Of all people, I refuse to let Cressida Cowper take credit." We have passed Bad Friend and circled to deranged. It is NOT girl boss behaviour to lie to your fiance and BRAG about exploiting your friend. Get some help, Penelope!

"Lady Whistledown is my name. Not hers." "Your name is about to Bridgerton. You cannot be both." YOU TELL HER, ELOISE

"We think speaking to the Queen would be the wisest decision." "Well, if you think you are up to it." "We would like you to speak to the Queen." Francesca said: I'm not afraid to have my mommy fight my battles for me

"What about my dreams?" "What dreams? Ladies do not have dreams. They have husbands." I know is a great line and a really stark commentary on the lack of independence for women of the era, but it also kinda reminds me of 'I do not remember names, I am female' in Queen Charlotte and that kills me a bit HAHA

"And my greatest wish has always been for you three to do better than I did. And you have." Penelope having her Mum Trauma healed in real time

Also Lady Featherington, the mess that she is, continues to be one of the most compelling characters in this show

"I am hosting a dinner party later this week. For you, and me, and my dear friend Paul. Will you come?" [CHANTING] BISEXUAL BENEDICT, BISEXUAL BENEDICT, LET HIM KISS PAUL

"I'm writing a manuscript in fact." [High pitched, perturbed] "Oh, are you?" That's also how I feel about Colin's manuscript, Benedict

Colin dancing with Penelope in the empty church <3 Stoppp it's so sweet. (Also. TELL HIM)

"May I present Lady Keswick." Danbury said: You will not be fucking my best friend on my watch, brother!! If only Eloise was this efficient

"It is no wonder Penelope abandoned you. All you ever do is talk. You clearly just envious that I have made something of myself." "Perhaps I am envious of Whistledown. It is quite a feat. And after spending a season feeling nearly invisible, I almost understand why one might be driven to write it. Congratulations on your hard-earned success." Not another homerotic friendship break-up. That's 2 for 2, Eloise!

It must be weird for all the Featheringtons now that Penelope is the favourite child

Well, burning every copy of Whistledown she's made and hanging up her pen is the second best thing that Penelope could do other than TELLING COLIN

They're really namedropping the town of Mayfair more this season than any before it

"You know my favourite part about dressmaking is seeing the glow on a woman's face when she puts the dress on. I can't imagine ever giving that feeling up. At any rate, we will make you the most beautiful dress." I appreciate Delacroix sharing what she thinks about Penelope giving up the column without pushing her in any sense

Things are going pretty well for me Bisexual Threesome Dreams:

Every since that one post about how the Bridgertons are the Kardashians of their town because they're popular, rich and keep getting with people of colour, I CANNOT stop thinking about it. Particularly for Lady Bridgerton and Lord Anderson, who are now Nicer Kris Jenner and Old Timey Hoe Corey Gamble in my mind

HAHAHAHAH Agatha really said: Marcus I will introduce you to EVERY widow in this town if it keeps you away from Violet

"Not bad. Not bad at all." God I love the Mondrichs earning the Queen's respect by throwing the sickest first ball the town has seen

"I have supported you." "You have been perfunctory in your support." Something something when the people who you love fail you

"Not every attachment must be dramatic and hard-fought. What John and I have is easy... and I love him, Mama. Even if it is not the love you want for me." We have now circled back to Violet's S2 ideology that Bridgertons are physically incapable of having a healthy courtship. Francesca has one, and it's nearly destroying her relationship with her mother LMAO

"The night before I was to be married, I very nearly escaped to freedom. Do you think I did not know that it was you who betrayed me to our father? I heard him thank you." That's really fair, I know it's been like 30 years and Agatha has a really nice life now, but financial independence does not make up for years of marital [LOUD FOGHORN NOISE] and the general unpleasantness of being married to Lord Danbury

"Soma. Soma..." "Soma? You think you can call me by my born name, and right the wrong?" Lord Danbury took her NAME? EUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I genuinely think that Marcus didn't know. It's giving, for me it was the worst day of my life, for you, it was a Tuesday

"Apparently the wine has made me rather rude." "It has also made you rather charming." I think Benedict is about kiss a man. I have NEVER been happier while watching Bridgerton. I have been saying Bi Benedict since Day 1. He's my people. That is a bisexual man!! I had to pause to hop around for a minute because I am that thrilled at the possibility what I have been asking for 3 years might actually come to fruition. GOD BLESS SHONDALAND. [HOLT FROM B99 VOICE] VINDICATION

Benedict after a man has flirted with him for the first time: I gotta go think about some stuff

I was joking, but HE DID have to go think about some stuff. Aww baby, you'll get there!

Not "[In BSL] she is the Devil," at Cressida hahahaha Sign Language Mama doesn't hold back

"Those [personal passages in my journal] are only for you." Awwww Colin that's sweet

Cressida is so unhinged for posting a Whistledown mid-ball. I do love the drama of it though

HAHAHA them having a close-up of Mama Cowper's arm with ink stains if we couldn't tell it was her from Cressida's near-and-far-far-and-wide speech earlier to the cohesive bulletin of her mum's writing. They don't do subtlety in Bridgerton

AWWWW the Crisis of Cowpers bringing Eloise and Penelope back together again. I can only imagine Colin's gonna overhear their conversation

"Writing was the only way I felt I could have a voice. And I should've been using the column to give a voice to the other voiceless. I have done plenty of damage with my pen. Please, let me use it now to do some good." "You must get a full issue out right away." I LOVE YOU PENELOPE AND ELOISE SOLVING THIS TOGETHER. CRIMES PARTIALLY FORGIVEN, PEN!

"You... are Lady Whistledown?" Turns out he followed her to the publishing house. FINALLY THOUGH. Talk it out, you Bonkers Betrothed

[Tearfully] "All of the lies... you have told me. All of the things you have written about me and my family." That is SUCH a fair reaction Colin, Penelope really has built an empire on shit-talking your family in secret

"I will never forgive you." Really? Cause you've got like 3 weeks to figure it out before your wedding, Colin

"Perhaps, because a few of [the Bridgerton children] may be of dubious parentage." What does that even MEAN, Cressida!! Which parent are you suggesting was getting around

Also, how's Penelope planning to explain the situation with Colin to anyone. What's Colin gonna do? The last time a woman lied to him, he had to end an engagement

"How many eyes exactly do you think there are in the ton?" "Double the amount of people, I would imagine." Philippa and Prudence's dialogue is great

"Whenever I try to grasp her hand these days, she does not swat it away with nearly the same gusto." Prudence has married the only man in this town with a rejection kink

"Perhaps I should read it then. I could use a distraction." You can't read your way out of bisexuality, Benedict. Try taking Am I Gay Quizzes and failing them. It worked for me!

"I cannot help you with this, Pen. I am so grateful for everything you have done for me, but already, I feel in the middle between you and Colin. Perhaps I always have been." That's because your friendships always lean romantic, Eloise!! And your best friend loves to lie all day every day

"But I hope you know that my care for you is not contingent on your aid. I am here for you, Agatha. Always. Even when there are no unmarried children left to help." [Softly] "Thank you, Violet. That means a great deal to me." Ohhhhh I love their friendship

"Are you going to stop publishing?" "I do not know." At least Penelope is finally being honest

Colin said: I'm still gonna marry you, but I'm not gonna be happy about it, Pen!!!

HAHAHAHA Tilley inviting Benedict over for an After You Ran Away from Our Threesome Offer Debrief. You know, I found them boring in the first half, but they've really sold me on the second half

"I have known men like Mr. Suarez, but I myself have never felt tempted... before." Oh, that's a qualifier Benedict

"But a feeling between two people, whatever their sex, is the most natural thing in the world." Lady Tilley said: Let me be your Bisexual Guru, Benedict

"If you did not feel anything with Mr. Suarez, then let us, you and I, continue on our own. But you should know... my staff are very discreet." GOD. That we are not only getting bisexual Benedict but that he is getting a bisexuality ARC. More than I could've asked for. I am kissing the Bridgerton writers on the mouth. Giggling and kicking my feet

Look at him trying to figure out if his sexuality. Benedict Girl til I die. FAVE FROM DAY 1

Violet lustfully watching Lord Anderson eat a fruit jelly. This is EXACTLY what Colin did to Penelope. Like mother, like son. All of her kids are different aspects of her personality

"I am not uninterested in exploration. But I will not know if I am ready for that, until after the affairs are... in order. Especially because I am not the only whose affairs need ordering." Violet said: We cannot start a situationship until you sort out your relationship with your sister, Marcus

When Cressida stared into the mirror I did expect Chappell Roan to start playing in violins

"Well, if I am to be bold, I should need some time to think about it." HAHAHA John Stirling, love of my life (second only to Benedict)

"Is everything well?" "Is everything well with you?" The B & C are really going through it on this stag night

"You were a girl who did not know her own power." "But does that justify it?" "No." Madame Delacroix is the realest friend

I really am glad that Colin is airing out all of his beefs with the Whistledown papers. He deserves to give her a lecture

"I can take care of myself." "Then what good am I to you?" "Colin, I love you!" Colin, you have value beyond what you can do for others

Also I can't believe they're ending this fight by getting frisky on the street. WHERE ARE YOUR PRIORITIES, YOU FREAKS? (AFFECTIONATE)

Relationship status: It's extremely complicated:

"Two glasses is celebratory. One whole bottle is a cry for help." HAHAH I love Kate's zingers, she's truly sharp as a tack

[Kate, laughing] "You think our marriage is perfect?" [Anthony, immediatley heartbroken] "Is it not?" HAHAHAH THEY ARE SO CUTE

Every time Kate makes any reference to marriage being hard, Anthony immediately gets upset and goes, 'I love you, our marriage has no flaws, why are you bullying me?'

"I drunk a whole bottle before my wedding (the second wedding) and it was deeply celebratory. Three raw eggs in the morning." It's been a while since Anthony has broken out Dad Mode, but that was a good one

The context that Marcus was 10 years old when he ratted out Agatha trying to escape really does make me not blame him quite so hard for it. He was a kid, he didn't understand long term consequences!

"You had something in you all along, a kind of courage I never dreamed of having. I have wished so many times that I had stood up to him. For you. For myself." New Bridgerton Dubious Race Trope unlocked: Why do all the Black characters (Simon, Agatha, the ongoing plot around the Mondrichs, Marina and Charlotte not having parents at all) have abusive or absent fathers? Discuss

But to be fair, most people in Bridgerton have absent or dead fathers. They're like 'Men? We don't need 'em!'

Also, good for Marcus for putting his resepect for his sister into words

"Do not come for my cane. I suppose you got all the good joints in the family." What a chronic pain sister with a healthy brother mood

"At last, my life is full of joy. And I've been afraid you would take it away from me." "Any joy I am after, I deep hope you are a large part of." Ohhhhhhh we love a healing of family trauma. This is the season of Therapizing Your Relatives

The way they keep referencing Anthony and Kate's wedding that they completely skipped. LOL

WHY IS YELLOW BY COLDPLAY THEIR WEDDING MARCH SONG LMAOOOOO

To date they have not shown a wedding under normal circumstances. Someone's always fighting, or lying, or under duress. It's brutal actually

Ohhhhh the way Colin nods at Penelope like 'we'll be okay.' MY HEART. I do love that they are friends in love getting married

I do feel like this was the most normal wedding so far. Good for them!

"Which brother or sister do you like the best?" "Gregory, clearly." HAHAHA I love Benedict and Eloise's little chats. Best sibling duo

"Love is not finite, Eloise. The friendship you have with Penelope is a lucky thing. As is the one you have with Colin." AWWW Eloise is sad because she thinks they don't have room for her in their hearts (Penelope especially, I think)

"Our child... will always be a Bridgerton. But I should like them to know that they are a Sharma as well, know their history. And it is important for me to know it so that we can share that history, with our child, together." I know that this India trip probably solves a plot purpose of giving Anthony and Kate a place to be but I can't help but also think of what a great example of cross-cultural parenting Anthony is providing. He's so good!!

Anthony and Kate really do be kissing in public all the time, HA

"Weddings are never for the bride and groom, even when things are... well, between the couple." "Thank you, for allowing me work it out for myself." [Lightheartedly] "Well, this wedding couldn't plan itself. I have not had time to meddle. Whatever it is, I know you will resolve it." Lady Featherington and Penelope have come a long way

Them doing the cutaway to them being the only people in the room while they dance. I see you 2005 Pride and Prejudice fan who did directed this scene

"I did not think you a dancer." "Perhaps not. But perhaps we should both be more bold in declaring ourselves." Is it unfair to Colin and Penelope if I say Lord Kilmartin and Francesca are my favourite couple of the season? 'Cause they are

Now that Lady Danbury is cool with Violet and Marcus, Anthony has switched to 'HEY. HEY DO NOT HIT ON MY MUM, LORD ANDERSON. THAT'S MY MUM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!' O'VISION

I love that the Queen said, "Everyone who's not a Bridgerton, get out," and Lady Danbury said, "Hey, I am at least half Bridgerton by now, I'm staying."

"Do you know what it is like to have nowhere in the world where you can truly be yourself? You cannot possibly know, because you are not a woman. You have the choice to be any kind of person you wish to be, while the only choice women have is to conceal the parts of us the world will not accept." Penelope said: Lying to your fiance and exploiting his family for money is feminism, actually

It's very reasonable for Colin to not accept Penelope continuing to be Whistledown

Aww at least Eloise and Penelope's friendship is back in full force

VINDICATIONNNNNNNNN. BISEXUAL BENEDICT CANON. I WIN. WE ALL WIN. I KNEW HE WAS THE MOST BISEXUAL BRIDGERTON. YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

They split this season in two halves just so they could bisexualize Benedict during Pride Month. That's the reason. I've decided. Happy Pride Month to me!!!!

Also the emotional contrast of these last couple of scenes jgjhgjh

Colin: Fighting with his wife about life-altering deal-breaking secrets 0.03 seconds into marriage, on edge, disappointed and heartbroken

Benedict: Realizing there's a whole other kind of sex he could be having, and having a great time

"You will pay me my sum, or I will reveal the truth to the entire ton." Cressida isn't nice, but she did make a good detective and subsequently, blackmailer

Poor Violet trying to avoid being thrown into scandal once more. Also her and Anthony with parallel declarations that they would've noticed if someone in their house was Whistledown, even though it was Penelope, who until now, has lived across the street

Also also also: Francesca now dropping her own news that she's moving to Scotland Post-Haste

It is satisfying to see Penelope, Colin, Eloise and Lady Featherington all trying to sort out this Whistledown blackmail because they're all aware

"I will not cower to Miss Cowper. I will call upon her tomorrow. Bring her to see this course of action is ruinous for everyone involved." Good luck, Colin

HAHAHAHA again with the contrast of Benedict's family being in crisis while he is off Philandering: Bisexuality Edition

"You do not sound as if you hate Whistledown. You sound as if you are jealous of her." [Unconvincingly] "No I'm not."

Cressida making the sum twice as much + a nice review in Whistledown when Colin tries to empathize with her with his excellent man-free-for-world-travels and supportive family. I'm not gonna lie, kinda girlboss of her

HAHAHAHA Benedict has had no scenes in the past half an hour of Bridgerton but back-and-forths to him and Paul and Tilley. I love it. He's having a great night. They're leaving no doubt about him enjoying this

Also. Not to be bisexual myself. But Benedict being with a man and a woman at the same time is doing more for me than any other Bridgerton scene has ever done. It's a combination of vindication, being a Benedict girl, and the high of hot bi people. Bridgerton. I once again give you a little kiss on the mouth

"You are both adults. You may do as you wish. After all, it is not as though I asked your permission." I cannot believe Agatha is using this Are-You-Gonna-Date-My-Brother talk to confirm that she fucked Violet's dad. Unhinged. Incredible. What the hell!!

"I know my father was a good man. And that you have been a very good friend. And that is all I need to know." Not good enough to not cheat on his wife though, Violet! But I love the sentiment

"And my brother is a good man. And you are a good friend. And that is all I need to know as well." Awww, I do love a mirrored dialogue. I've said it before but Agatha and Violet's friendship is perhaps my favourite on this show

The zoom in on the Birthday hat was EVIL. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

"How do you stand society events?" "I suppose I have love to give in abundance. Love for a bit of chitchat. And love for a good party. Especially a party of three." Benedict is still a romantic at heart, even in a threesome pile

OMG HAS COLIN KEPT EVERY LETTER PENELOPE HAS EVER WRITTEN HIM? I LOOOVE

This does kind of get me thinking of how they handle garbage disposal in Georgian England

Finally the embezzlement funds from Cousin Jack come back to haunt them. The Featheringtons are never not in financial crisis

"What will Lady Whistledown write about our disgrace when I am exposed?" "She will write whatever I like her." "That is a agreat power. What a thing you have made for yourself." This is the most optimistic final take Lady Featherington could have on her daughter being an infamous gossip columnist

"It is my great hope that the silence and beauty of Scotland will allow me to know myself better, so that you can all know me better as well. I want nothing more than to be close." Francesca has such a good heart

"For a long time, I thought that is what love must be like for everyone. Surprising, forceful, quick. But you have shown me that there is another way. There is... beauty in the slow approach." You know what that is, Violet? That's growth! She's such a good mum

"May you now live together in holy matrimony until your dying breath." Ominous way to end their vows (book readers, tell me nothing!!)

What is the proper way to court a widow? I guess we'll find out!

"Lady Bridgerton, I see your openness reflected in Benedict, your charm in Colin, your wisdom in Eloise, and a brightness you've instilled in both Gregory and Hyacinth. In this moment, where I feel so much gratitude for my new wife, I feel it in equal measure for the remarkable woman who raised her. I thank you, all of you, from the bottom of my heart." Good speech John, I think you've really won the Bridgertons over

Francesca and John's wedding wins for most normal for sure

AW FRANCESCA AND VIOLET'S DUET. Something something complex relationships with your mother:

Also also also. Why are half the scenes in Bridgerton filmed like we're in somebody's pocket. Or in the flower vase. The huge blurs are distracting

"It is not what you do for me that makes me love you. It is your kindness. Your empathy. How much you care. Just being you is enough, Colin. I do not need you save me. I just need you stand by me." I'm glad Penelope is telling Colin this outright, he needed to hear it

"Tilley, you are extraordinary, but I am not certain that serious is what I want." Benedict is the only Bridgerton who knows how to communicate his feelings directly right away

"Is it because of Paul?" "No. Paul could be Patricia, or Polly, or Peter, or all three at once. What happened between the three of us, what has happened to me since I met you, has made me realize how good it feels to be free. You've opened my world. I am not ready to close it again just now." Benedict said: I gotta sow my wild bisexual oats, Tilley, I am not looking for a wife at present

We are BACK at the Bisexual and Lesbian Sibling Swingset. This is where I first grew so attached to Benedict and Eloise. It really is a full circle moment:

"It feels right now that the next thing I learn may change me entirely." "I agree profoundly with everything you've said, as I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about." Their dialogue is so fun

"We should not let so long pass again between us before we meet on these swings to be entirely confused together." BENEDICT. B AND E BEST SIBLING DUO

Lady Featherington saying she's proud of her daughters like it's been ripped out of her forcefully. She is so my mum-coded LMAO

"She calls upon my mercy, asking to address you all herself. To plead her case publicly, before I pass my judgment. So I turn the floor over now to the scribe herself." This is a very dramatic way to resolve the Lady Whistledown situation but I guess they did leave it til the last 20 minutes of the season

Also RIP Cressida, who is definitely being shipped off to Wales

"She seems humbled, but we will be watching that she remains so. What is life without a little gossip?" Wow, all took was 3 minutes of 'my bad, you're actually very brave for doing things where I can see them, I won't do it again xoxo' to win over the whole ballroom and the Queen. Power of Lady Whistledown, I guess!

HAHAHAHAHA THE BUGS THAT PHILIPPA LOVED SO MUCH BEING BUTTERFLIES. I WAS KIND OF HOPING THEY WERE SPIDERS (EVEN THOUGH THEYR'E ARACHNIDS) FOR THE COMEDY, BUT THIS IS MUCH CUTER

"You... are a genius." "I know!" Hee hee, go Featherington (or Dankworth-Finch, as it were) sisters

"There is only one person who loves the Bridgertons more than I." "You knew it was me." "I suspected. You are not the only lady of the ton who can keep a secret." YEAH AGATHA <3

"We can now tell that solicitor that money came from my writing. He will have no recourse. Time for us to do better." [Softly] "My girl." I wonder if Lady Featherington is gonna come clean and give the money back

"You have always had one voice. There is no separating you from Whistledown. And after seeing you speak today, well, I would not want to." AND it fixed her marriage. What a powerful speech

"If my only purpose in life is to love a woman as great as you, then I will be a very fulfilled man, indeed." "I love you. You are very good man, Mr. Bridgerton." I didn't buy the forgiveness because it feels super rushed, but I do buy this

"Francesca Bridgerton. Kilmartin. Kilmartin is my name now." Ggkhkgjhgkjhg why is Francesca so flustered by Michaela Stirling? Is she also gonna go down a sexuality journey?? Not the sibling I anticipated!! Also does them introducing a new character mean the story will follow Eloise and Francesca in Scotland

Also wait wait wait. IS THIS SUPPOSED TO BE FRANCESCA'S (BOOK SPOILERS THAT I HAVE VAGUELY OBTAINED) OTHER LOVE INTEREST? OH MY GOD

"Only until next year. Do you think Mama would ever let me miss her Masquerade Ball?" WEE OO WEE OO I KNOW ENOUGH ABOUT THE BOOKS TO KNOW THAT THAT MEAN'S BENEDICT'S NEXT BABEYYYYYYY

You know, I kept thinking about how Penelope had lost a titled match for Colin, who is the third son, and it turns out they do get to have a little baby Lord Featherington! And she gets to pass on her family name. I love that for Penelope:

What this season lacked in pacing, it more than made up for in gusto, Bisexual Bridgertons, really powerful and satisfactory friendships, a ton of Bridgerton family interactions, and more than enough romance to keep me giggling and kicking my feet for days. Honestly, it might be my favourite season, for little to do with the main couple, everything to do with the drama and excitement and fun dialogue of it all. I do really keep enjoying this show!! Every part of Bridgerton is good after S1 LOOOOL. KEEP 'EM COMING BABY!

#ayesha liveblogs bridgerton #ayesha says things #liveblogging #long post #bridgerton #bridgerton spoilers #television #spoilers for all of season 3 and some allusions to spoilers for francesca's book #i cannot BELIEVE i am having the time of my life

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- Love Like You, Rebecca Sugar

I...write for pretty much anything! You can check my fandoms list through the main navigation on my intro post!

Here are the ones I'm most comfortable writing for though:

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› My Hero Academia / Boku No Hero Academia

› Jujutsu Kaisen

› Spy x Family

› Demon Slayer

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› Harry Potter

› Riordanverse (check my fandoms list to which series I've read)

› The Inheritance Games

› Keeper of the Lost Cities

› The Hunger Games

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› MCU

› Avatar the Last Airbender & Legend of Korra

› Lego Ninjago

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› Stardew Valley

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› ⎸ Bakugou Katsuki ᡣ𐭩 ⎸ Kirishima Ejirou ᡣ𐭩✩ ⎸ Takami Keigo / Hawks ᡣ𐭩✩ ⎸ Todoroki Touya / Dabi ᡣ𐭩✩ ⎸ Aizawa Shouta ✩ ⎸ Hitoshi Shinsou ✩ ⎸ Todoroki Shouto ᡣ𐭩✩ ⎸ Midoriya Izuku ᡣ𐭩✩ ⎸

› ⎸ Eri ✩ ⎸ Ashido Mina ᡣ𐭩✩ ⎸ Jirou Kyoka ✩ ⎸ Asui Tsuyu ✩ ⎸ Yaoyorozu Momo ᡣ𐭩✩ ⎸ Usagiyama Rumi ᡣ𐭩✩ ⎸

› ⎸ Gojo Satoru ᡣ𐭩 ⎸ Sukuna Ryomen ᡣ𐭩 ⎸ Itadori Yuji ✩ ⎸ Fushiguro Megumi ✩ ⎸ Nanami Kento ᡣ𐭩 ⎸ Geto Suguru ᡣ𐭩 ⎸

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› ⎸ Anya Forger ✩ ⎸ Yor Forger ✩✿ ⎸

› ⎸ Loid Forger ✩✿ ⎸

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› ⎸ Kamado Nezuko ✩ ⎸ Kanroji Mitsuri ✩ ⎸

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› ⎸ Sirius Black ᡣ𐭩 ⎸ Fred Weasley ᡣ𐭩 ⎸ Remus Lupin ✩✿ ⎸ James Potter ✩ ⎸

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› ⎸ Bucky Barnes ᡣ𐭩 ⎸ Stephen Strange ✩ ⎸ Tony Stark ᡣ𐭩✩✿ ⎸ Peter Parker ᡣ𐭩✩✿ ⎸ Steve Rogers ✩✿ ⎸ T'Challa ✩ ⎸ Peter Quill ✩ ⎸ Thor ✩ ⎸

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› ⎸ Sebastian ᡣ𐭩✩ ⎸ Sam ᡣ𐭩✩ ⎸ Alex ᡣ𐭩✩ ⎸ Krobus ✩ ⎸

› ⎸ Haley ᡣ𐭩✩ ⎸ Leah ᡣ𐭩✩ ⎸ Sandy ᡣ𐭩✩ ⎸ Maru ✩ ⎸

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nikethestatue · 1 year ago

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A Match Baked In Heaven

Part 1 Here

Part 2

Tighten Up

Azriel completely underestimated the length of time it would take him to get from the gym to Russell Square.

He rode the Tube, his act of a ‘regular guy’ perfected over the years. Once in a while he caught confused glances of recognition, but because he knew how to act so disinterested, those who actually recognised him eventually averted their eyes, convinced that they were wrong and that he was not the Azriel Night.

After receiving a good deal of bollocking from Cassian last night, Azriel had signed the contract, and it was now sitting in his backpack. Cassian had made a fuss over Azriel’s ‘marriage proposal’ to the prissy Miss Duchess, calling him, among other things: unprofessional, dumb, a tosser, a wanker, and a caveman. Yeah, Azriel recognised that the ‘proposal’ was a stupid move on his part, but what was done was done. At least he spiced things up a bit for her. That was probably the one and only proposal she’d receive in her life anyway, considering her attitude.

In the end, he assured Cassian that he was going to be on his best behaviour and that he won’t tease her or argue with her. Cassian was doubtful, wanting to come along with Azriel to the meeting, but thankfully, he had other meetings scheduled and therefore, Azriel made the trip alone.

Because two could play that game, he hit up good ol’ Google last night, searching for info on Miss Priss.

Elain Marie Paige Archeron, daughter of Sir Charles Archeron and his late wife Cressida. Middle child, with sisters Nesta and Feyre. He didn’t think she was much over 22, but apparently, she was 27. Graduated from the University of Bristol. Marigold seemed to have been her great-grandmother’s name, hence the name of the agency. There wasn’t much about Elain out there. A few photos of her with some pale redhead with an aristocratic face, whom Azriel immediately disliked. The bloke had the kind of expression like he was smelling a pile of shite at all times, or as if Pinky…no, Piglet, took a dump on his shoe. Azriel knew the type–proud, haughty, old-money, inherited everything, probably played polo with Prince William, and cards with Old Etonians. Azriel wasn’t sure if Elain was dating this wanker, but he wouldn’t have been surprised if she did. Well, with her granddaddy the Duke and all…

He sighed and X-ed out of the search. It was too depressing. He didn’t even like Elain, and yet it annoyed him that that pale-faced prick could just expect a girl like her to be his. He didn’t even have to try. It was all set in stone for them from before they were born.

It was only 11:15 am and he was exiting the station. He was seriously early.

Well, maybe she was in the office already and he could just get it over with earlier than planned. That would be nice. Once they were done with today, he hoped that he wouldn’t need to see her ever again. Or at least not for a while.

Damn it was cold. It wasn’t pouring like it did yesterday, but it was damp and bone-chilling and grossly dreary.

Why couldn’t he have signed with Barcelona or Real Madrid or even Juventus or something? Spending a decade or two in the sun, by the sea, drinking Aperol Spritzers or Sangria. What’s bad about that life?

He sighed. A nice dream, but deep down he knew that he was forever a London boy. Born and raised, and he’d die here one day, in this damp and chill. He loved the fucking place. An East-sider through and through. Loved the grandeur and the poverty, the history and every freakin’ building in this city. He loved how it changed and grew and expanded, the old mixing with the new, all the extremes of its everyday life. The bustle, the hustle, the quiet, the refined. He loved the stately homes and the fugly estates which were little but cinder blocks. Loved the parks and the mighty river, the roar of football crowds and the anonymity of a pub. He loved it. And he wasn’t going anywhere.

And now, this weird girl Elain was here, and she was going to find him a wife, and she was going to bind him even further to this city.

As he passed by the side of the Firtzroy, he saw a blue plaque that stated:

Emmeline Pankhurst, a political activist and leader of the suffrage movement and her daughters Sylvia, Christbel and Adela lived here

And now, he felt a strange connection to this blue plaque, to this quaint neighbourhood, because Elain lived here, and she was organically tied to this place. She was able to trace her presence here for multiple generations. She was tied to London just like he was.

He went straight to Elain’s office and rang the bell. There was no response. He even peeked into the window, and saw that it was dark in there. Well that sucked because he had almost two hours to kill now. Great…

Shivering within his jacket, he stuck his hands as deeply in his pockets as he could and walked down the residential street. Yesterday, he noticed a few cafes and restaurants and shops around the British Museum and he decided to head that way. He wasn’t hungry yet, but he had time, so he’d have lunch.

Six minutes later, that plan went to shite, because he passed by a bakery and everything looked delicious. He had a pretty bad case of sweet tooth everyday, though he tried to keep himself in check during training and the playing season. But the golden meat pies in the display case whispered his name. He couldn’t resist. And it wasn’t like he was eating sugar. 10 minutes later, he was exiting the bakery with three pies in the bag. One, he devoured like an animal, before he even spotted a cafe to get a cup of tea. He didn’t like to share food, or wait to eat–his childhood programmed him to be stingy about it, and he couldn’t kick the habit even now, even with all his millions in the bank.

He walked further, trying to stave off the cold, when he suddenly saw a familiar creature–a three legged pug. Pinky…no, Piglet–was trotting proudly, wearing a puffer vest and a stylish polka dot scarf. Some girl was walking him, and people stopped to admire him, some even snapping photos on their phone. That made Azriel smile. The dog walker was a slender tallish girl who wore Adidas skater shoes, slightly flared faded jeans, a plain jacket and a beanie, while being wrapped in a thick, long scarf.

Somehow, Pinky recognised or sensed Azriel’s presence and took off towards him, his three short legs pumping comically. The girl barely held onto the lead, and ran behind the dog.

“What are you doing here?” she exclaimed, once Pinky…no, Piglet...began sniffing Azriel’s shoes and then craned its thick neck up, demanding loves and rubs with his sad buggy eyes.

To Azriel’s utter shock, the girl in the faded pair of jeans and a thick scarf was no other than Elain Archeron.

“What the fuck?” Azriel gasped.

She ignored the language and stared at him in confusion,

“What are you…why are you here?”

Why was he here?

The last thing he wanted her to think was that he was impatient to see her and came early.

Somewhat aggressively, he turned it on her ‘weren’t we meeting at 11? It’s half past now!”

“No, one. We were meeting at one,” she argued.

“I don’t think so,” he waved his hand.

“Well, you would be wrong,” she contradicted him.

Pinky finally lost his patience and tugged on Azriel’s pant with his teeth.

“Piglet!” Elain tried to pull him back, but Azriel squatted and finally scratched the back of the dog’s neck.

“I guess I got my times mixed up,” Azriel finally conceded.

“Where is Cassian?” Elain asked curiously, looking for his brother.

At that, Azriel bristled and snapped, “I thought I was the client? Why do you need Cassian here?”

Elain shrugged and answered placidly, “I am just surprised that he isn’t standing behind you with a cattle prod, trying to push you into the office.”

At that, Azriel couldn’t help himself, and chuckled.

“Nah…” he shrugged, and smiled, and then shivered from the damn cold. “I am all yours to have your way with me. Brought the contract and all.”

She blushed a bit at his words, as she looked up at him and whispered, “You are weird.”

“Yeah well…”

Suddenly, she pulled off her massive scarf and then slowly draped it over his neck, wrapping it carefully around him and tying it off.

It was warm from her body, smelled faintly of jasmine and maybe vanilla and was soft as butter on his skin.

“What’s this for?” he finally asked stupidly, after a long, awkward, confused pause. She was confounding him.

“I dunno,” she answered, seemingly just as surprised by her own action as he was. “You seem cold.”

“Thank you?” he said at last.

The pug was going wild at his feet, bucking and pulling on the lead, and Azriel finally said, “come on, Pinky. Let’s go.”

“It’s Piglet,” Elain corrected him.

“It’s a terrible name for a dog.”

“You’d think so,” Elain shrugged her shoulder.

“I just wouldn’t name a dog Piglet. Pinky is better.”

“Well, I am not renaming my dog.”

“Well, I am naming the children,” Azriel decided, taking the lead from her without asking.

Elain gave him a side glance, and thrust her hands in her pockets. What children?

“And what are you naming them?” she queried. As everything with him, it was a strange conversation.

“Darius,” he said immediately. “Definitely Darius.”

“Hmmm, I like Darius,” she agreed.

“Yeah?”

“I do. What else?”

“I like Dahlia, Isabelle and Rose for girls.”

Elain considered for a moment and then nodded,

“These are all good names.”

He was surprised and asked, “Really?”

“Yes, I actually like them all. Something I should mention to the prospective matches then?”

At that, Azriel frowned and nestled his chin deeper into the scarf. Then, abruptly as ever, he asked, “What happened to Pinky’s leg?”

“It’s Piglet. And I don’t really know,” Elain admitted. “I think he was run over by a cyclist. The leg was crushed and had to be amputated. And the family that had him didn’t want to keep him. Didn’t want to deal with a three legged dog, or with the care that he required. They were going to put him down, but a friend of mine who volunteered at the shelter rang me up and told me that if I wanted him, I could have him. So I went that night and picked him up. And here we are. He has more energy than I do,”

Azriel chuckled and nodded, “I can see that”.

They walked in silence for a while, the dog bouncing between them, his round head swinging from one to the other, looking at their reactions.

“Do you want a meat pie?”

That came out of nowhere, as usual. Azriel lifted a paper bag, his offer hanging in the air.

“Yeah. Okay,” Elain agreed.

Defensively, he added, “you know, I am not pressuring you. If you don’t want it, you don’t have to have it.”

He sounded almost angry, like he couldn’t believe that she’d eat with him. Or accept food from him.

“Why can’t I just want a meat pie?” Elain asked.

“Posh lasses like you don’t eat stuff like this,”

“You have the strangest notions, you know,” she shook her head. “As if you have any idea who I am or what I like. Give me the damn pie, I’ll buy us some tea and you’ll help me with a project,” she demanded impatiently.

“What fucking project?” he mumbled.

Elain didn’t bother answering, as she stepped inside a cafe, leaving him and Pinky outside. Azriel stood there, meeting people’s curious gazes, though Pinky, being so extra with his scarf and puffer coat, seemed a lot more interesting to most passersby. While waiting, he pondered what the hell kind of a project Elain had for him. He didn’t expect to meet her like that, on the street, but now he was sort of glad that he did. If nothing else, Elain was mesmerizingly beautiful so it wasn’t exactly a hardship to walk with her. And when she wasn’t decked out in pearls and silk, she seemed kind of normal. A little funny. Irreverent. And she liked all the baby names that he had planned��which was a mad thing, because he sure didn’t plan on sharing that with her. With anyone! What normal man talks baby names with some girl he’d just met. But he also didn’t want her to share those names with any matches that she was going to set him up with. No. No. These were his names. And Elain was the only person in the world that he told them to, so now it was their names. He felt weirdly protective over the names, over this thing that now untied him and her. Gah. She was messing with his head. It was frustrating.

“Don’t tell the baby names to anyone!” he snapped at her the moment she came out of the cafe holding two cups.

She gave him a look, judgy and disdainful, he was sure of it, but then simply said, ‘okay. I won’t.’

“I am not joking,” he warned, eyeing her suspiciously.

“I got it. I won’t tell anyone.”

“Alright then,” he sighed. He tugged on the lead and Pinky finally moved his butt off the pavement. “Thanks for the tea,” Azriel said.

“You really need to work on your manners,” Elain told him bluntly.

He had to agree. He did.

“Probably. Sorry I was short with you.”

They headed towards her house and when they stood in front of it, Azriel noticed another blue plaque. It stated: Elain Archeron, a pioneer in women’s education and one of the leaders of the suffragette movement lived in this house.

“How would the feminist granny Archeron feel about you working as a matchmaker?” Azriel wondered out loud, while Elain unlocked the door to the coach house.

Pinky rushed inside, like he owned the place–which, Azriel, supposed he did. Elain removed her jacket and then waited for Azriel to do the same. She took it from him and hung it in the closet, and it didn’t escape him how her eyes skimmed over him.

He wore jeans and a simple grey henley today, but now that he thought about it, he figured that it probably accentuated his physique pretty well. He was very tall, wide-shouldered, with a lean, muscular torso, obviously extraordinarily fit, his legs long and clad in lean sinewy muscle which he developed after years of running.

It’s not like he cared that she checked him out, but he wasn’t hating it either. Without thinking, he rolled up his sleeves, and the widening of Elain’s eyes and her pink tongue licking her lips was not something he could miss. There was no mistaking it this time. She was definitely checking him out.

He folded his arms on his chest–did he flex a bit? Maybe–and then asked,

“What’s this project that you need done?”

She stared at him, at his forearms, the tattoos that covered them, the scars that marred his hands.

“Uhh…what?”

She was cute like this. Frazzled like. Not all proper and snobby, but all twitchy and red. He wanted to laugh.

“The project?” he repeated, staring at her.

“Oh, yeah,” she seemed to have remembered what she wanted from him, but when she turned around, she walked straight into the wall. Bounced back off of it and yelped ‘ow!’

“You okay there, matchmaker?” he teased, though he caught himself worried that she’d hurt her nose, because she was rubbing it aggressively.

“I am okay,” she said at last. “Come with me.”

He followed her silently, down a long corridor. Her office and the reception area were on the other side of the corridor, and he was kind of surprised when they ended up in a cosy little kitchen–guess that explained where she got the tea and the biscuits yesterday–and a tidy lounge. Though the only one lounging presently was Pinky, who was sprawled on his back, short little legs in the air, stretched upon a comfy looking pouffe. There was also a sofa and an armchair, and a wall mounted TV in the lounge. Elain clicked the remote and on came videos of dogs running around. The pug growled with approval, fully immersed in the programme, while Elain went to take off all his clothes.

“He is a little fucking lord, isn’t he?” Azriel commented, watching her fuss over the dog.

“Mr. Night,” she told him primly, “you must cut down on the cursing! It’s rather unseemly,”

He scowled and reminded her,

“I am a fucking footballer, baby. How do you think we talk? Also, maybe you should cut down on Mr. Night, yeah? I think we are past that.”

She straightened and glared at him, her soft little face full of stormy fury.

“Mr. Night. I am not your ‘baby’. Never forget that. You are my client. As such, you will be known as Mr. Night and you will give me the respect of calling me Ms. Archeron. Are we clear?”

He bit the inside of his cheek, struggling to maintain his composure. But at last, he snapped, ‘crystal’.

“Wonderful,” “But Cassian is Cassian, right?” he couldn’t help but challenge her.

She huffed to herself, head shaking, her curls bouncing up and down her shoulders.

“Cassian is not my client.”

“And if I weren’t, you’d call me Azriel then?”

“No, I wouldn’t. I simply don’t see under what circumstances we’d be acquainted…and what we’d have in common to ever cross paths…”

That actually fucking hurt.

Her words. The implication that he wasn’t good enough to be spending time in her company outside of this business arrangement. He wasn’t up to par to be in her circles, to even have as a friend.

“Yeah, you wouldn’t,” he muttered icily. “Because I am just some trashy footballer. As you said yesterday, I was sold by one team to another. That’s what footballers are–a commodity to be bought and sold, until they reach their expiration date. Wouldn’t think someone like you had any use for me. Where would we meet other than here, right?”

Her mouth popped open, while he sighed heavily.

He was feeling…dejected. Burdened. Like she tossed him aside, much like most people in his life did, and he didn't matter. But she was right, of course, he was her client. Nothing else.

And he wasn’t going to give her his meat pie anymore. Forget it.

“I don’t know if this is going to work,” he decided. “I think that this is a mistake.”

Elain chewed on her lips, her big brown eyes watching him intently, like she was trying to read what’s on his mind and get inside his head.

“What I think is that you need to get out of your head,” she stated harshly.

He snorted, yet again amazed by the balls on his girl. She was certifiable.

“You have horrible self-esteem, which doesn’t bode well for anyone, especially for you and a future wife. You keep thinking that you are somehow defective. That you shouldn’t be here because…what? You don’t deserve happiness? Don’t deserve a good woman? Yeah, I gathered you had a shitty childhood, well, now you are a superstar. Put your big boy knickers on and act like it! You aren’t some little boy lost–you are Azriel Night, Arsenal’s Captain.

“And don’t you dare dump your issues on me!” she finished. “Don’t construct some scenarios in your head like I am so posh, and you are so not, and as if there is some fantastic chasm of misunderstanding and cultural differences between us.

And finally, if you don’t have any sense of self-worth, then maybe you should be taken advantage of by some slag who’ll take you for everything you’ve got. Is that what you want?”

“Fuck you,” he tossed angrily.

“No. Fuck you!” she tossed right back.

“I am leaving!”

He turned around, while Pinky forgot about his entertainment and relaxation time, and now growled threateningly, because he raised his voice at his mum.

Azriel stomped down the corridor, fuming.

What a bitch. If she were a bloke, he’d beat the crap out of her. Her big mouth, her fucking attitude, her acting like she knew anything about him. Yeah, well. Maybe she was correct about most of what she said, but it wasn’t her business. He wasn’t her business. She couldn't even bring herself to call him by his damn name. Maybe he wanted to hear it on her lips, but she wouldn’t even give him that simple satisfaction.

“You are not leaving,” he suddenly heard her behind him. Little claws clucked on the hardwood floor, and before he could stop, Pinky was throwing himself between him and the door, not allowing him to leave.

“You are not leaving,” she repeated sternly.

“What are you going to do? Stop me?” he chuckled bitterly, getting his jacket from the closet.

“No, but you’ll turn around, and you’ll help me with my project. And I will find you a wife, even if it kills me. Even if I know that it’s going to be painful and torturous. Even if I know that you’ll be fighting me every step of the way.”

“Why the hell do you want to do this?” he demanded, turning to face her.

“Because I don’t give up, Mr. Night. Think of me as a fanged beast–once I sink my claws into you, I don’t let go. And maybe,” she paused, almost panting, her cheeks flushed, her eyes blazing wildly, “maybe I believe in love!”

“What?” he stared at her, processing her stupid words, and failing to understand them.

“Yeah, maybe I want to see your happy end. Maybe I want to find you someone who is going to love you for who you are–despite your nasty cantankerous attitude, your potty mouth, you…your…” she was gasping with a mixture of anger and some unholy excitement.

“My what?”

“I don’t know. You! Just you!” she cried out. “You are impossible and unpleasant, and you can’t communicate.”

“Of yeah, you are such a prize,”

“Be quiet! I’ve known you for two days and I am already exhausted. But I will bring this to its natural conclusion, and you will be walking down the aisle in six months! That I promise. And you will be in love.”

“God you make no sense,” he moaned.

“Maybe. But you will be in love. And you will be loved. And that is my vow.”

He rubbed his face, shaking his head, while she stood in front of him, so much smaller than he, but packing so much rage and heat and passion…

He momentarily had a crazy thought of how much he’d want to feel that passion and heat. In bed, between the sheets. The two of them tangled together, sweaty, biting and scratching and…

Also, she looked really pretty when she was angry.

Aaaannnddd…he needed to stop this train of thought stat.

“Also, you are giving my dog whiplash!!” she growled at him.

He glanced at Pinky, who was positioned against the door like a giant loaf of bread. Apparently in an attempt to not let him leave the house.

“What?”

“Yeah, he doesn’t know if he should hate you or love you!” she even stomped her foot. “You are confusing him with your behaviour. And if you will continue doing that, he is going to bite you,”

“Yeah, I am not all that scared of a three-legged pug,” Azriel rolled his eyes.

She still fumed, muttering,

“You would be singing a different song if he bites you in the dick!”

“Whoa, he,”

“Yes!” she yelled. “That’s what he does. Once, this bloke got real handsy with me in the park, and Piglet jumped up and latched onto the bloke’s junk. And wouldn’t let go.”

Azriel suddenly burst into hysterical laughter.

“Yes, yeah, keep laughing, until he bites you!”

“He bit some bloke’s junk?!” Azriel laughed like a maniac, snorting and huffing.

She crossed her arms on her chest.

“He did. And he wouldn’t let go. He just hung there, between the guy’s legs, holding his cock hostage in his teeth. Don’t think he wouldn’t do it to you if you keep being an arsehole and pissing me off!”

“Pinky, don’t you be biting my junk!” Azriel warned, shaking his finger at the dog. “We are mates!”

“And his name is not Pinky!!! And you aren’t mates.”

“We so are.”

Mutely, Azriel hung the jacket back in the closet and then asked,

“What do you need done, you matchmaker-from-hell?!”

She pursed her lips, and then turned on her heels and ordered, “Follow me!”

Oh how he wished he could spank this attitude out of her until her arse was nice and red. Instead, he asked, “who is the bloke who got handsy with you?”

She didn’t turn, but only shrugged.

“I don’t know. I was walking Piglet, and the bloke just wouldn’t leave me alone. It was a little scary.”

Azriel frowned at that.

He didn’t like it.

Didn’t like it one bit.

That some cunt was getting handsy with this impossible contrary girl didn’t sit right with him.

“Do you have CCTV in the house?” he asked sternly.

“Yes, and here too. But that was in the park,”

“I know. But I want to know that your house is secure. Do you have an alarm?”

“Why do you care?”

“Just answer the goddamn question!”

“Yeah, I have an alarm.”

“I still don’t like it.”

“Not like what?” she finally glanced at him over her shoulder, as they made their way into the cellar.

“That you are here alone, with a three-legged pug as your only guard. And you have all kinds of shady characters coming and going from this place. How well do you even vet them?”

She gave him a very clear ‘pot/kettle’ look, but he ignored it. Of course she would.

“I vet them well enough. I have a taser too! And pepper spray.”

“Yeah, bring some pepper spray to a gun fight,” he grunted.

“This is not America,” she reminded him. “I don’t think anyone is bringing a gun here.”

Azriel stopped in the middle of the cellar and gasped, “what is all this crap?”

“It’s pumpkins.”

No shit. She had four large cardboard boxes filled with various sized pumpkins. All kinds of decorations and lanterns and other Halloweeen-themed stuff in a bunch more boxes.

“I need help with this,” she said softly, batting her eyelashes at him and biting her lower lip.

“Yeah, sweetheart, this shite don’t work on me,” he waved his hand dismissively at her. “I’ll help you with this, but not because you think your ridiculous, artless flirting is making any difference here.”

Her mouth dropped in a shocked O.

He smirked.

That’s right. Two can play this game.

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xxvalkyriesxx · 7 months ago

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A Court of Smoke and Scales - Masterpost

Hi Everyone!

Here is the masterpost for my ongoing fic, A Court of Smoke and Scales. Everything connected to the fic will be found here.

Before anyone could inject with salted opinions or promises of death, Albess landed on the balcony where they all stood. The ground and palace shook as all four of his legs perched on the old castle stone. His dark gray scaled body stood out in the beauty of the daylight. Her dragon. Albess' wings spread in full as he roared. Giant rows of teeth layered his mouth. Scents of fear and awe catered around her. Screams and cries echoed below the tower of the citizens.

Ren approached Albess, quickly mounting his back. She smiled in triumph witnessing all seven high lords at her mercy. However it wasn’t Ren’s intention to harvest control over anyone in this room nor anyone in all of Prythian. She wanted to to rebuild the home that was promised to her. To ruin her mother's plans who was screaming from the depths of hell.

"I am the Queen of Hybern."

Or an Eris/OC story following Ren, the daughter of Amarantha, determined to rebuild her kingdom and bring forth a new era to Hybern. However Ren has a powerful secret that could throw the whole world into jeopardy if she's not careful. By side her is her dragon, Albess.

Legend has it the very first rulers of their world were not old gods or daglan but eight dragons and their riders back when the lands were merged as one but eventually the dragons were all cursed into hiding by a powerful witch. The legend goes on to say in order to find the remaining seven dragons, it takes a one dragon to awaken them all.

Set five years after ACOSF and the events of HOFAS.

Snippet | Prologue | Chapter One | Chapter Two

Deleted Scenes

IT IS HIGHLY RECOMMEND THAT YOU DO NOT READ THE DELETED SCENES UNTIL YOU HAVE READ THE ACOSAS CHAPTERS THAT CORRELATES TO THEM. THERE WILL BE SPOILERS MENTIONED.

Content warnings and additional tags under the cut

If anyone would like to be added to a tag list to receive updates, let me know!

Content Warnings: (subject to change) Graphic content (v*olence, g*re), minor mentions of miscarriages (not FMC or any leading female), pregnancy, labor/delivery, mentions of SA, ab*se, mentions of ab*se, consensual s*xual explicit scenes

**censoring certain words as I'm not sure Tumblr will flag my post.

Tags: (subject to change) DRAGONS, DRAGON RIDERS, DID I MENTION DRAGONS?, dragons can shift, dragons have strong magic, slow burn romance, eventual smut, Eris is a prick but we love him anyway, Night Court for Dummies: How to get away with something without starting a war, Ren is the morally grey FFM we need, Ren and Eris bicker, sapphics, TWO MAIN SAPPHICS SHIPS, We will finally learn what happened between Eris and Mor, Bargains will be made (insert cool night court tattoo), original content, Koshei is the main villain, Fuck Beron, character death? yes, major character death? perchance, will feature several POVs (will try not to give readers mental whiplash like in HOFAS however nothing can be promised).

*Main Ships: Eris/OC, Elain/Lucien, Emerie/Morrigan, Cressida/Viviane's Sister (Liliane), Nuan/OC, OC / OC

*Minor Ships: Nesta/Cassian, Feyre/Rhysand, Gwyn/Azriel, Helion/LOA (Aster), Viviane/Kallias

*Additional ships may be added/removed as the story progresses

** I don’t own any of the characters or elements of ACOTAR as they are owned by SJM. The original content including Ren and Albess are mine.

** Graphic made from Canva. I don’t own any of the images used.

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melsrainpod · 1 month ago

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Worldbuilding theory: there are two systems of writing in Wyrd — runic writing and proto-calligraphy.

Anyone who uses copestones is used to runic writing. It's angular, easy to carve into stone, and clearly an older writing system that has its own shorthand which fits more of a message into a smaller space on the copestone (both a smaller footprint of a letter, and also abbreviations like c u l8r). Runic writing is taught by elders to whoever will listen, common and wild folk alike, drawing runes with a stick onto the ground.

Due to cultural exchange with other continents (I assume there are more continents than just Heorth, common folk had to come from somewhere) and with their own wild folk, mostly elves and aasimar, common folk merchants and other people who have to rely on writing to keep and store their history (of purchases, of magic, of banking details, what have you) have begun adapting runic script to work when writing with quills on paper, borrowing the knowledge from the elvish script and using more curves than straight angles. This form of calligraphy is still evolving, and in parts that don't have much trade between each other those evolutions are fairly diverging. I imagine Cressida would have had to learn at least two or three various scripts with more or less being borrowed from Elvish script — runes but with more curves and flowing together, straight transcription of Wyrd into Elvish script, and a combination of the two.

Relatedly: everyone can read and everyone except Robin can write in runic Wyrd, although only Willowfine and Happen are used to carving messages into copestones. Willowfine knows a "more flowy and curvy" version of runic and uses a charcoal pencil for writing down stuff in her journal, although she can use quills and ink, just prefers not to use them because it's messy. Cressida has the most calligraphic writing ever and her magical tome is filled with neat and organised writing with an occasional diagram. She has a selection of quills and three different colours of ink on her at all times. Morven sometimes writes down stuff she needs to remember on stray pieces of whatever she can find in shorthand runic with a piece of charcoal.

#oxventure #oxventure wyrdwood #wyrdwood worldbuilding #I might come up with something based on Futhorc and Tengwar and write/draw it out later #good job mels you somehow misnamed both of the scripts you wanted to base your own ideas on

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confessions-cause-why-not · 6 months ago

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It was Eloise fault that her reputation was ruined, pen warned her time and time again not to stick her nose in it

But it's also Penelope's fault Eloise was a suspect -- Pen was walking on dangerous grounds with her work angering powerful families much less the queen.

And again its Eloise's fault she got put in that position but Eloise shouldn't HAVE to be thankful that Pen wrote the article about her. The article was as I have seen ppl call it a necessary evil but that doesn't mean all should be forgiven.

Because they were on a witch hunt FOR Pen. Yes her article helped El in the long run but Pen was more or less killing two birds with one stone; Saving both herself and Eloise.

Both are with their faults.

I don't particularly like Eloise but I find myself thinking that Penelope doesn't have room to criticize Eloise right now.

Cressida at the start of El's season offered her a spot with them telling her to surround herself with proper company -- Eloise at this point has no choice but to take it IF Cressida was still willing to offer it.

Eloise:

1. Doesn't need to be with the wallflowers/ people with out much social power she needs better rep.

2. Doesn't need to forgive pen at least not right now, her heart was also broken from her first love or whatever it was.

3. El is in a tough spot as well because just like Cressida's rep can help her El's will bring down Cressida and co.

In fact, better El be with them than drag Pen down with her?

Pen has no notice as she said that one time, her family is Jane Austen's pride and prejudice or Emma broke.

Penelope not being friends with Eloise will be just as helpful to her as that Article she wrote was to Eloise.

#eloise bridgerton #penelope featherington #bridgerton #cressida cowper #lady whistledown

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jasper-the-menace · 10 months ago

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Jasper's Guide to Tales of Chima

Post-Second Illumination, things have settled down...for the most part...in Chima under the watchful eye of Mount Cavora. A lack of immediate war is leading to political tensions rising within the Tribes, particularly those who have taken in other Tribes.

Lion City

In addition to housing the Lions, who have been the guardians of the Chi for as long as they’ve known, the Lion City now houses the Tiger Tribe and remaining Cat Guides. Elders in the Lion Tribe disagreed with housing any of Chima’s former enemies, despite King Lagravis’s attempts to bring unity to Chima’s people. The Lion City is ridiculously large in scale due to the Lion Temple’s own size.

Positions Of Authority

Lion King/Queen: This is an inherited position. The Lion King or Queen handles most diplomatic relations and makes most of the important decisions in the city. The current Lion King is Lagravis, aided by the Elder Council, the Lion Prince, his brother under the table, and his new Advisor.

Elder Council: This is an appointed position. The Elder Council is made of well-learned Lions from noble families. They advise the Lion King or Queen in all matters, but ultimately do not control decisions made. They appoint fellow elders after a certain amount of study, a certain noble status, and a certain amount of political influence.

Advisor: A new appointed position created for the Tiger Tribe to fill. The advisor is the Lion King or Queen’s right-hand man (or woman, or neither) in all matters, and can be trusted to make decisions in the Lion King’s absence (provided the Lion Prince is also absent). The current Advisor is Tormak.

Lion Prince/Princess: This is an inherited position. The Lion Prince or Princess aids the Lion King or Queen and acts in their absence. The current Lion Prince is Laval, though Lavertus also fulfills this role despite being formally stripped of all titles prior to his exile.

Croc Swamp

To both their own surprise and the surprise of the other Tribe, the Croc Tribe welcomed the Spider Tribe into their home. Their stone city, situated like a Croc’s head, houses the vast majority of their Tribe.

Positions Of Authority

Croc King/Queen: This is an inherited position. The Croc King or Queen handles diplomatic relations and makes all of the important decisions for the Croc Swamp. They have ultimate authority in the Croc Tribe. The current Croc King is Crominus, and the current Croc Queen is Crunket.

Croc Prince/Princess: This is an inherited position. Due to multiple Croc eggs being laid at once and often hatching together, there are often multiple Croc Princes or Princesses, though only one is chosen to inherit their parent’s position. The parents choosing their heir often causes rifts between the heir and their siblings. The current Croc Prince is Cragger (who is also the heir) and the current Croc Princess is Crooler. Crooler’s own children also all inherited the title, despite not all of them being crocs – Cruella, Cressida, Sprita, and Spring.

Croc General: This is an appointed position, often with a high mortality rate. The Croc General answers to the royal family and trains and directs the Croc army. The current Croc General is Crokenburg, who has many military victories under his belt and answers almost solely to Prince Cragger.

Spider Queen: This is an inherited position. The Spider Queen handles diplomatic relations and makes all of the important decisions for the Spider Tribe. She is incredibly beloved by her Spiders. The current (and only) Spider Queen is Spinlyn, though Crooler is respectably referred to by the Spiders as “the Queen’s Consort”.

Spider Princess: This is an inherited position. There are multiple Spider Princesses, though it’s unclear if any of them will inherit the Spider Queen position, given that two of them are Crocs. The current Spider Princesses are Cruella, Cressida, Sprita, and Spring.

Spider General: This is an appointed position. The Spider General answers to the Spider Queen directly and trains and directs the Spider soldiers and drones. This position is only appointed to soldiers (the Spiders with four extra arms from their back). The current Spider General is Sparacon, who is wholly devoted to Queen Spinlyn.

Eagle Spires

The Eagles aren’t too certain when they Vultures came to live with them (they were busy recording the Second Illumination and the circumstances around it), but they don’t mind. It gives them some extra hands for organizing and shelving books in their grand Eagle Library, along with direct eyes who had been around before Mount Cavora’s rising.

Positions Of Authority

Eagle Ruling Council: This is a series of appointed positions. The Prime Minister is the ruling elder and is generally considered by outsiders to be the actual leader, but every issue brought to the council is debated to such an extent that it’s a miracle if a decision is actually reached. Most of them would rather be in the Library instead of making political decisions. The current Prime Minister is Ewald, who is aided by his children, Eris, Ewar, and Equila, in actually getting the council to a decision point.

Vulture Leader: This is a position taken by whoever is generally agreed to be the best option. It’s not quite democracy, but it’s close. The Vulture Leader is in charge of diplomatic relationships and getting the Tribe to actually do something, which is way harder to do than it sounds.

Raven Junkyard

Ravens try not to miss a chance to turn a profit, and hey, the Bats don’t know what crime is, so they’re more than happy to help the Ravens in return for homes.

Positions Of Authority

King Of Thieves: It’s unclear how the Ravens’ King of Thieves comes to power, but Rawzom is currently it, which also grants a lesser “Prince of Thieves” title to his son, Razar. It’s rumored in other Tribes that it’s based on whoever the greatest thief is, but the Ravens are notoriously elusive about confirming or denying this.

Colony Leader: The Bat Tribe doesn’t have the concept of a king, but Braptor is the one who keeps the Tribe together and makes the biggest decisions about who they side with and what they do.

Gorilla Forest

When the Elder Council of Lions forbid Lagravis from allowing the Saber-Tooth Tigers to live in the Lion City, he reached out to the Gorillas alongside General Stealthor and secured a place for them to stay.

Positions Of Authority

Gorilla Elders: Not necessarily a council, the Gorillas listen to the wisdom of the elders who have come before them. When they need to send only one person to other Tribes for diplomacy reasons, it’s often Elder Grumlo, with Gorzan coming with him to assist.

Saber-Tooth King/Queen: This is an inherited position. The Saber-Tooth King or Queen is the leader and diplomat for the Saber-Tooth Tigers. The Saber-Tooth King or Queen holds ultimate power in the Tribe. Previously held by Sir Fangar and would theoretically be passed down to Princess Sibress, but she has refused the title.

Saber-Tooth Prince/Princess: This is an inherited position. The Saber-Tooth Prince or Princess, unlike the Princes/Princesses of other Tribes, holds no inherent political power. The only one with this title currently is Sibress, who is refusing a coronation to become Queen.

Saber-Tooth Generals: This is an appointed position and can be held by no more than two individuals at one time. The two Generals work in tandem to make decisions in the event that the Saber-Tooth King or Queen isn’t available. The two current Generals are Stealthor and Sirox, though Stealthor is bucking tradition and making the primary decisions to keep the Tribe safe, as Sirox is focused on trying to seize power.

Wolf Camp

Unlike the other listed locations, the Wolf Camp isn’t in any particular location for a long period of time. They are constantly on the move, something that makes it difficult for other Tribes to keep up with or locate them.

Positions Of Authority

Diplomat: This is an appointed position given to the Wolf who is voted “most personable”. The Diplomat isn’t a leader, merely the one who represents the Wolves among other Tribes. The current Diplomat is Worriz.

Rhino Canyon

Responsibility and the past rolls right off the back of the Rhinos, which is why they’re the only Tribe to welcome two additional Tribes to their canyon – the Scorpions and the Mammoths. The leaders of these three Tribes have become, to use a Raven phrase, “thick as thieves”. More of the Canyon has been excavated by the Rhinos to make more homes for their new friends.

Positions Of Authority

Rhino Royal: This is a position that the Rhinos usually forget exists. Rogon remembers coming from a “fancy” family, which is enough for the other Rhinos to accept him being in charge. Rinona, Scorm, and Maula help him keep on track.

Scorpion King: This is an appointed position that is granted to the Scorpion General upon the current Scorpion King standing down or dying. The Scorpions have no idea how gender works, so their leader is always a King, regardless of their theoretical gender. The Scorpion King has ultimate authority over the Tribe, but can usually be wrangled by the Scorpion General if they get out of hand. The current Scorpion King is Scorm.

Scorpion General: This is an appointed position. The Scorpion General leads the Tribe in the Scorpion King’s absence and becomes the Scorpion King once the previous one steps down. The current Scorpion General is Scolder.

Mammoth King/Queen: This is an inherited position. The Mammoth King or Queen handles most diplomatic relations and makes most of the important decisions in the Tribe. The current Mammoth Queen is Maula, who has also taken Scorm and Rogon under her proverbial wing.

Mammoth Prince/Princess: This is an inherited position. The Mammoth Prince or Princess aids the Mammoth King or Queen. The two current Mammoth Princes are Mottrot and Mungus, with Mottrot acting as his mother’s advisor and Mungus being the apparent heir of the Tribe.

Bear Caves

The Bears (and now Ice Bears) all settle in and sleep in a central cave. When they’re awake, they spend time fishing and swimming, though this is rare. Due to their connection to the Dream Realm, they don’t need to eat often and spend most of their time and energy in their dreams. The Bear Tribe considers the Lion Tribe to be their “Best Buds forever”, but have been noticing more and more that corruption is starting to seep through the cracks.

There are no positions of authority for either the Bear nor Ice Bear Tribes, but Bladvic handles diplomacy when necessary, being a close friend of Laval’s and keeping an eye on the former Crawler and Ice Hunter Tribes.

Beaver Dam

The Beavers are obsessed with fixing and building things, including their high-tech dam. It’s actually the most technologically-advanced part of Chima, but no one notices, because no one pays attention to the Beavers until they need something fixed.

Positions of Authority

Foreman: This is an appointed position based on which Beaver is the best at keeping schedules filled with work. This is also technically the Beaver leadership role, much to the other Tribes’ dismay. The current Foreman is Bezar, who has an uncanny memory when it comes to schedules but little memory left for anything else (which may even include his name).

#jasper post #writing #my writing #legends of chima #lego legends of chima #lego chima #chima #worldbuilding #tales of chima (soulmate au)

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