#I love you jealous Beckett

[katebeckets]

castle & beckett being castle & beckett [19/?] ⤷ 4.16 — “Linchpin”

[nikki-rook]

Castle being jealous in 7x22

[astonmartinii]

the age of no regret [mamma mia part four] | formula one scoial media au

drivers: sebastian vettel, jenson button & fernando alonso part one | part two | part three masterlist | tips

a due date nears, a god father is revealed and new cravings are discovered

yourusername

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tagged: jensonbutton

yourusername: f1 drivers are too generous, i don't know how we got all of the stuff back from montreal let alone how we're going to store it.

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user1: i'm NOT jealous of an unborn child's helmet collection

user2: this bro got a senna helmet, can i have it until they know who he is?

sebastianvettel: i'm seeing a 'we' in this caption when it was me, myself and i putting together this display case

yourusername: erm i was supervising?

sebastianvettel: that was more aimed at jenson, love. i wouldn't want you anywhere near a glass display case right now

jensonbutton: one day it's "i'm the wood work king, let me do this" and then it's "why did no one help me?" PICK A STRUGGLE SEB

sebastianvettel: well i was waiting for you to take all the credit ... so this is awkward now

jensonbutton: well i'll take the credit for getting most of the helmets

charles_leclerc: ummmm no i gave seb at least two of these

jensonbutton: @sebastianvettel tell your grid kid to back off this is adult conversation

charles_leclerc: i'm 25?

fernandoalo_oficial: beckett better be sleeping in his dog bed because i am not fighting a dog for my space in the bed

jensonbutton: of course he is !!!!!!!!!

yourusername: the exclamation marks are really making you look guilty

jensonbutton: IT'S NOT JUST ME YOU GUYS BRING HIM TO BED AS WELL

yourusername: i have hormones i see one puppy dog look AND I CAN'T LEAVE HIM THERE

fernandoalo_oficial: if i have to fight the dog, you guys have to let me sleep in the middle

yourusername: fine. beckett sleeps at the foot of the bed anyway you just want to be in the middle of the cuddle pile

fernandoalo_oficial: sue me

user3: cuddle pile? i'm so soft

user4: beckett? who named this dog and why was it definitely jenson?

yourusername: it was but i was assured it has nothing to do with f1

user4: babes i hate to tell you but he's defo named after the corner at silverstone

yourusername: how am i so easy to trick ffs

sebastianvettel

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sebastianvettel: crochet club in full swing for zandvoort. good luck nando!!

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user5: they really are old people at heart it's so cute

maxverstappen1: can i get a good luck for my home race?

sebastianvettel: good luck?

yourusername: good luck super max! (not that you need it)

maxverstappen1: thank you y/n i knew there was a reason why you're my favourite :)

charles_leclerc: can i get a good luck too please?

sebastianvettel: you weren't this clingy even when we were teammates

yourusername: seb !! be kind, good luck charlie

landonorris: can i also get a good luck?

yourusername: good luck lando (stop being so hard on yourself)

sebastianvettel: is everyone gonna ask for a good luck?

yourusername: how many more grid kids do you have? i feel like you underestimated the number on your cv

jensonbutton: how is my jumper coming along?

sebastianvettel: we're both working on a sleeve right now!

yourusername: sorry if one is shorter than the other i can't stop going to the bathroom

fernandoalo_oficial: thank you guys, can't wait to see you when i get home x

jensonbutton: looking fast this weekend, podium defo on the cards

yourusername: be fast but be safe x

sebastianvettel: looking forward to a new celebration

fernandoalo_oficial

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tagged: sebastianvettel, jensonbutton & yourusername

fernandoalo_oficial: getting attachment issues already @f1 can we just race in switzerland from now on?

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user8: they do group facetimes while nando is away?!?!?!?!?! shoot me.

yourusername: i second this @f1

jensonbutton: i third it

sebastianvettel: i fourth it

fernandoalo_oficial: i miss you guys :(

user9: i'm so excited/nervous about the naming situation i know these men will just have stupid suggestions

yourusername: we compromised with a name book i do not trust them after beckett

jensonbutton: beckett is a cute name and you agreed!!!!!

mickschumacher: do you guys need the extra camp beds or not?

sebastianvettel: yes please! could you bring them when you get back?

charles_leclerc: we're sleeping on camp beds? does my back mean nothing to you?

fernandoalo_oficial: do we look like a hotel to you?

yourusername: there are beds but it's first come first served, so don't be late xoxo

user10: are the grid going to stay at seb's?

user11: might be for a baby shower?

user12: HOLY SHIT

maxverstappen1: am i allowed to bring the cats? is beckett trained?

yourusername: omg yes please bring jimmy and sassy

jensonbutton: yes he's trained what do you think i've been doing with my retirement?

maxverstappen1: no comment

sebastianvettel: i guess you can bagsy a room for you and the cats

maxverstappen1: HA thank you seb

fernandoalo_oficial: more and more i realise why people call you my grid kid

yourusername

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yourusername: who knew i'd end up with a family this big? i love you all.

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user13: i am unwell this is so fucking cute

sebastianvettel: i love our weird little family

yourusername: little? we hosted like 25 grown men ...

jensonbutton: and you loved every single second

yourusername: yeah i love you guys and all your little stray cats with attachment issues

fernanodalo_oficial: yeah but that means they also give good gifts

user14: wait? 25? who else do we think went?

user15: so mick was definitely there, i think i saw mark in the back of one pic, kimi was there along with nico rosberg (LOL) and i think rubens barrichello

user16: no way first out of paddock brocedes reunion was at the mamma mia baby shower...

jensonbutton: those people are meant to be athletes how come there were NO CUPCAKES LEFT I KNOW THAT'S NOT IN YOUR DIETS

maxverstappen1: idk i feel like you're projecting

charles_leclerc: yeah you sound mad guilty jenson

yourusername: now i can see the grid kid resemblance

sebastianvettel: i will not take any responsibility for their shenanigans

fernandoalo_oficial: i do

danielricciardo: soz i finally got that brocedes scoop over a late night cupcake

yourusername: i won't be angry if you spill to me

lewishamilton: daniel?

fernandoalo_oficial: this is why you're my favourite daniel

user17: i need them to SPILL NOW

jensonbutton

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jensonbutton: it's official!! after careful consideration, we decided that kimi was the best choice for god father, but we still consider you all a weird mix of god uncles and god everything else. y/n is due any day now so we'll see you all some time soon x

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user18: LETS GOOOOOO I WAS ALWAYS TEAM KIMI THAT'S MY GOAT 🐐

maxverstappen1: rigged

yourusername: maxy if it helps seb was seriously stumped after the baby beekeeping suit

maxverstappen1: doesn't help but i guess it's healthy to take a loss every now and again

danielricciardo: i. am. shocked.

sebastianvettel: you insulted all of us in your application

danielricciardo: ummmmm yes to prove to chickie that i'm a fun, goofy guy DUH

jensonbutton: we are NOT boring farts

danielricciardo: depriving your child of a fun god father is a boring fart move

kimiraikkonen: i am fun daniel.

charles_leclerc: i may have lost god father but i won being a bear, you win some you lose some

lewishamilton: you're being much more gracious than expected

charles_leclerc: oh i screamed into my pillow when i got this notification (and max also lost)

fernandoalo_oficial: you're taking it well lewis

lewishamilton: I KNOW YOU VOTED AGAINST ME FERNANDO BUT JOKES ON YOU I SEE THE HAMILTON BEAR YOU FRAUD

yourusername: there were no votes against people... also roscoe is not a reference we can actually verify i don't think dogs can speak english (or german, spanish or italian)

lewishamilton: he can skateboard? how am i not a good dad?

fernandoalo_oficial: see this aggression is why you aren't god father

lewishamilton: i'm letting roscoe at your ankles old man

sebastianvettel: OKAY LETS STOP THERE

markwebber: who got kimi jack daniels? that's a bold (and uniformed)choice

yourusername: it's the aesthetic mark, i don't like your tone

jensonbutton: kimi will drink anything don't worry love

markwebber: all i said was it is an interesting choice

yourusername: this is why you got destroyed by a twink btw

jensonbutton: well this all escalated fast

astonmartinf1

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astonmartinf1: fernando alonso will not be racing this weekend due to family matters. felipe drugovich will race in the second aston martin seat. we wish y/n, fernando, jenson and seb luck for their new addition.

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user21: EVERYONE STAY FUCKING CALM

user22: i am so so so so so so so so so chill about this

lancestroll: good luck y/n! can't wait to meet the little one

user23: god i miss the squabbles in the comment sections

user24: literally and i can imagine it's going to increase ten fold when they all have an actual kid to fight over

charles_leclerc: why does it have to be a race so far from europe :(((( i wanna meet chickie ASAP

maxverstappen1: don't make me race your ass to the hospital

charles_leclerc: we can use air max this once seb won't know

danielricciardo: 📸 GOT YOUR ASS

charles_leclerc: daniel???

danielricciardo: 'm sorrry i'm stressed

user23: okay that didn't take long

user25: i need a lobotomy asap cause why am i so excited about four complete strangers having a baby

user26: I AM SO NERVOUS ABOUT THE NAME IF THIS CHILD IS NAMED AFTER A RACE, DRIVER OR A CORNER I WILL ACTUALLY LOSE MY MIND

user27: seb will never see the light of day if that child ends up with a bond girl name

lewishamilton: good luck guys !!! can't wait to meet the full family

user28: completely normal that the whole family is not online during potential labour but I NEED UPDATES

user29: okay put your bets on guys - which one of them is passing out

user30: jenson 100%

user31: idk i think seb has been way too chill this entire pregnancy and it's all going to come out during the birth

danielricciardo: yeah seb's ass is grass

maxverstappen1: DANIEL STOP (it's gonna be jenson)

danielricciardo: i'm sorry i'm so stressed i'm literally going to bite off my fingers

f1

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f1: with y/n's due date this week, we send our love and well wishes to the alonso-vettel-button family and can't wait to meet the new addition (and soon to be champion) 🏎️

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user32: it's just dawning on me that this kid might need a jumbo birth certificate with all these last names

user33: is anyone curious if they'll ever do a paternity test to see who the biological dad is

user34: let's not ask horribly personal questions about situations that are nothing to do with us

user35: also the kid is going to have four loving parents and about 25 grown men who will fight for them so i really don't think who the biological father is is really a big deal

estebanocon: gosh i am so excited

user36: as much as i am excited i hope it won't become a whole family influencer type beat

user37: i don't think they will tbf, i think they'll post about chickie but it'll be reserved

georgerussell63: so excited for the guys! they'll all rock as parents and y/n has already put up with them so will be an amazing mother

alexalbon: good luck guys, all of our love x

user38: f1 cruel as hell for putting this race all the way qatar so that there's no way they can go back to europe between races :(

charles_leclerc: real, depriving us from meeting chickie asap

user39: do we think kimi went with them?

user40: and maybe mick? he's not with mercedes this weekend?

mickschumacher: kimi and i are with them! not allowed in the delivery room when chickie comes but we're here for moral support <3

user41: oh i am so soft

lewishamilton: i guess it makes sense kimi is the god father... good luck guys!

note: OKAY PEOPLE THAT'S PART FOUR HOLY MOLY i am hashtag stumped on a baby name and the sex IDK ANY OF IT but this was FUN! hopefully yall enjoy and hopefully i tagged everyone who asked (blame my phone if not) also thanks to @deviltsunoda for listening to me SCREAM about this the whole time i've been writing it xoxo

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[newtonsheffield]

All of Anthony’s friends and family watching him go from acting like an alley cat who survives on black coffee, crisps and cigarettes to a man wearing a nicotine patch who casually says things like

“I actually had a really nice matcha latte when Kate and I went to brunch on Sunday. I think I’ll get that.”

Everyone’s just gaping at him and it’s finally Daphne who takes a deep breath. “Anthony, when did you learn what a matcha latte was?”

Anthony shrugged, “I’ve been trying not to kill myself recently I guess. Kate and I want Kids. Wanna be around for that.”

Daphne stared at him, “Well, I’m glad you’re… I’m happy that you’re happy. Kate’s great. We all love Kate.”

“She’s the greatest! The love of my life. Her Dad said he’d help me do up a car. Her parents actually like me which is… wild.” Anthony clicked his tongue, “You know who’s tragic now: Ben. He has a little crush on Hy’s teacher and she will not give him the time of day!”

“Wow!” Ben shouted from the other end of the table. “There was no need to drive by me! And she might have a partner! We don’t know!”

“Miss Beckett doesn’t have a boyfriend.” Hy said, her legs swinging over the edge of the seat happily. “I asked her for you.”

“Oof.” Anthony smirked smugly, leaning back in his chair as he took a sip of his matcha latte. “And she still won’t give you the time of day, Benny. Rough.”

“You know, I miss the days when we didn’t have time to focus on me because Anthony was such a mess!” Ben hissed, “I ought to give Kate a piece of my mind!”

“What did I do?” Kate blinked, just arrived at the restaurant from closing the shop. She kissed Anthony quickly before she turned to Ben.

“You tamed a feral cat and I’m catching strays for it.”

“What?”

“I ordered for you, Babe.” Anthony cut in, adjusting his sunglasses as he wrapped his arm around Kate. “Ignore him. He’s just jealous of my charisma.”

“You cried for weeks because you thought she was dating her best friend: a gay man!”

“I told you that in confidence, Ben!”

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At My Beck and Call

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[f1tales]

i was enchanted to meet you - cs55

i was enchanted to meet you || part four

previous part || next part

pairing: carlos sainz x singer!ofc

summary: carlos and lennon meet in 2019 in baku. everything changes after that.

faceclaim: none.

Lennon was still blushing when she boarded her flight back to the UK late on Monday evening. Her father had already left for Italy with the rest of the Toro Rosso crew. Beckett was in line next to her, dark shades covering his eyes. She hadn’t dared to ask about his little one night stand.

Thankfully Beckett wasn’t seated next to her. She wouldn’t have survived his endless moaning about his hangover.

carlos: safe travels, lennon x

Carlos had left a few hours ago and had already landed in the UK by now. Lennon made herself comfortable in her business class seat. She typed a response back to Carlos and put her phone into flight mode.

Lennon clutched on tightly to the armrest of her seat. She didn’t hate flying, she just wasn’t a big fan of the take-off. Or the landing, for that matter. Everything in between, fine. She popped her headphones in and took her journal out. 

She looked at the words she scribbled after breakfast this morning. She tapped her fingers down on the paper, hoping words would come to her. But nothing came to mind yet. She groaned quietly as she let her head fall back against the headrest. She closed her eyes.

 “What you got here?”

Beckett had plucked one of the earphones from her ear. Lennon yelped and her eyes flew open. Beckett was crouched down next to her, his eyes scanning over the journal that was opened on her lap.

“Nothing.”

Lennon tried to reach for the journal, which Beckett had swooped off her lap. “Please don’t be in love with someone else, please don’t have somebody waiting on you,” he read the words off the page. “I’m wonderstruck, blushing all the way home. I was enchanted to meet you.”

Her cheeks heated up. She snatched the journal out of her brother's hands. She shut it as she laid it down on her lap. Beckett looked at his younger sister, he cocked an eyebrow at her. Lennon rolled her eyes as she slid down in her seat; her cheeks heating up. Again. As if they hadn’t done that enough in the last twenty-four hours.

“What did you get up to after I left the club last night?”

“Nothing.”

She didn’t feel like sharing the inspiration behind those scribbles. Not just yet. He was the biggest gossip she knew and she was certain that her family and friends would be debriefed on this before they had even touched down in London.

Lennon plugged her earphone back on and went back to ignoring her brother. She had lived with him long enough to know that if she kept ignoring him he’d go back to whatever he was doing before. She rested her head back against the headrest of her seat.

And Beckett did in fact leave Lennon alone for the rest of the flight. Lennon had opened the journal again; the words she had written kept repeating themselves around in her head. She couldn’t wait to get to her mother’s house and get behind the piano.

Lisa Abbott-Walker was waiting for both her children at Heathrow Airport. She was busy texting her ex-husband about his weekend and their children. The Abbotts had separated back when Lennon was sixteen years old. It didn’t come too much as a shock to Beckett, but Lennon’s world was turned upside down when their parents sat her and her brother down to tell them they’d be separating.

Lennon was confused; her parents never argued. To her they were the embodiment of together forever. They’d been in love since their teenage years. Lennon used to be so jealous of that. Especially after her secondary school boyfriend broke up with her and she had lost all faith in love. But they had fallen out of love, apparently. And they had for a while. They had been living more as friends than partners.

It took Lennon a good six months to get over it. Her parents remained good friends; they still texted on the daily. Lennon to this day is still holding out hope that her parents will get back together at one point. Even though they had both been seeing other people, too. Maybe that’s what they need to realise they belong together.

“Mum!”

Lisa looked up from her phone. Her daughter was stalking over to her. She smiled as her daughter threw her arms around her. She chuckled, “it’s only been a weekend, love.”

Lisa and Lennon were inseparable. Lisa was there for all the good things in her life, but more importantly: she was there for all the bad moments. And there had been a few.

The drive back to Beckett’s apartment was quiet. Lennon’s eyes were drooping as she sat in the backseat of the car, watching the busy London streets pass by. She watched her mother giving her brother a kiss on his cheek and telling him they’d have family dinner on Friday. Lisa went to sit back in the driver’s seat.

“Are you staying in the back?”

Lennon only hummed in response, cuddling further into the seat. Lisa chuckled. She started the car again and they continued their journey back to Cobham. Lennon fell asleep about halfway through the journey.

Lisa smiled at her daughter as she looked at her through the rearview mirror. Lennon would always fall asleep in the car, no matter how long or short the journey was. Quick fifteen minute drive to their grandmother’s house? Asleep. A ten hour road trip to Italy for the holidays? Asleep almost all the way through. When Lennon was a baby, Lisa used to drive around for ages when she couldn’t get the baby to fall asleep. Worked every time.

“Lenn, we’re here.”

Lennon’s eyes slowly opened. She rubbed her eyes and looked at the house in front of her. Her mother was out of the car already and getting Lennon’s suitcase from the boot. Lennon smiled at her childhood home. She hadn’t lived here in so long.

She had rented a small apartment in London when she was making her album, so she could be closer to the recording studios. Lennon didn’t have her driver’s licence, so it was so much easier to just live in London. She wasn’t on her own, though. Beckett had moved with his sister, as he was studying in the city. And then Lisa and Lennon had lived in a Los Angeles hotel room for a few months so she could work with producers there for her album.

But she was home now.

Lennon gave her mother another hug before she went up to her room. It looked exactly as she remembered it. After a long, warm shower she let herself fall down on her bed. She opened her chat with Carlos.

lennon: i’m home x

She put the phone down again as she waited for his response. Instead, she got her journal out. Her eyes scanned over her last entry. There was a song in those words, she was sure of it. It just didn’t come to her, yet. She sat up against the headrest of the bed. A pen in her mouth, her fingers tapping against the page of the journal.

“Please, don’t be in love with someone else. Please, don’t have somebody waiting on you,” she repeated the words over and over again.

She grabbed her phone, journal and pen and then stalked downstairs. Her mother had a gorgeous grand piano in the living room of their home. She wasn’t sure if her mother had gone to bed already, but Lisa had woken up plenty of times before in the middle of the night when Lennon was working on her song.

Lennon was sure she wouldn’t mind.

The lights downstairs were all turned off. Lennon lit the torch on her phone as she walked around the living room. She sat behind the piano. She put the journal on top of it, her phone next to it with a recording open.

She let her fingers ghost over the keys of the piano, before actually pressing down and playing a few notes.

“I’ll spend forever, wondering if you knew I was enchanted to meet you,” her mind flashed back to the night she met Carlos. How he had bought her a drink, held her hand as he led her through the crowded club, held her hand as he took her back to her hotel, how he slipped her a note, how he had intended breakfast the next morning to be a date, only for Lando to crash their date. 

“This is me praying that this was the very first page. Not where our story will end,” she frowned as she let her fingers press down on the keys. Those lyrics didn’t sound quite right. She shook her head; she’d have time to perfect the lyrics later. “My thoughts will echo your name, until I see you again. These are the words I held back, as we were leaving too soon. I was enchanted to meet you.” She sat back as she let the sound of the piano fade out.

“Please don’t be in love with someone else,” she whispered as she ended the recording on her phone.

Her stomach did flips when she saw that Carlos had sent her a few messages. Her fingers trembled as she opened the messages.

Carlos: Good Carlos: Are we still on for a date on Wednesday? No Lando involved, promise x Carlos: I can’t wait to see you again x

Lennon’s head was fuzzy as she read the messages over and over again. The things he did to her brain; unbelievable. Butterflies erupted in her stomach when she thought about seeing him again on Wednesday. Just the two of them; no Lando around.

They could get to know each other properly. And they wouldn’t have to scream over the loud noises of a nightclub. Or to be a little secretive in a taxi on the way to the hotel.

Lennon: yes, absolutely still on for wednesday Lennon: i can’t wait to see you, either x

It was around three in the morning when Lisa made her way downstairs for a glass of water. Her eyes softened at the sight she came across in the living room. Her daughter was passed out on the sofa, her journal clutched to her chest. She went to grab a fleece blanket from the other sofa and then draped it over her daughter.

“Good night, honey.”

Lisa softly kissed her head before making her way to the kitchen and back up to the bedroom. She had looked over her shoulder just before she left the living room. She grinned.Some things just never change.

next part coming soon

the divider is by @/enchanthings || original post

[socialfakes]

the locked heart of a celebrini -jack hughes-

part 2; chapter 2: candid & aesthetic

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jack hughes x abigail celebrini

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abbycelebrini | how he's got me lately 🥰😊

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mackcelebrini it's been a while since you've been this happy 😊 | abbycelebrini i know 😊 he's so freaking great

user6 whichever dude it is better be treating you right | abbycelebrini oh he definitely is

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abbycelebrini | travelled over 11 hours & even though i hate trains, it was 100% worth it to see this beautiful human being who i love so much 💙🥰 tagged: beckettsennecke_

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beckettsennecke_ thank you for coming here. i love you💙🥰 | abbycelebrini it was 100% worth it to see that perfect beautiful smile ❤

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user7 he's so cute | abbycelebrini yes he definitely is

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[choicesaugustchallenge]

WELCOME || RULES || PROMPTS || HOST MASTERLIST

In alphabetical order by prompt. Will add more each week.

Beach Date

Lilah Rose - CoP Art by @lilyoffandoms

Only Her (Thomas Hunt x OC) - RCD/HWU Fic by @theartoflovingthomashunt

"Being in love is like a rollercoaster and a stroll on the beach rolled into one."

A Little Jealous (Tobias Carrick x MC) - OPH Fic by @jerzwriter

Eternal Summer

Bryce x Luna - OPH Art (Bryce Lahela x OC) by @lilyoffandoms

Fireworks

When Sparks Fly - OPH Fic by @liaromancewriter

Late Night Talking Inder the Stars

Bonds of Sea and Fire Part 2 - Blades Fic (Tyril x MC) by @missameliep

Mono~poly Chapter 4: Moving On - OPH Fic (Tobias Carrick x MC) by @jerzwriter

Laying on their chest while watching the sunrise

Detention VII.V: A Brush of Magic - TE Fic (Beckett x MC) by @storyofmychoices

Outdoor Movie Night

Classic Cinephiles - OPH Moodboard by @choicesfanaf

Pool Party

Ajay x MC - HSS:CA Art by @mydemonsdrivealimo commissioned by @peonyblossom

Road Trip

Snugglin’ Inn - OPH Fic (Ethan x MC, Bryce x OC, Tobias x MC) by @jerzwriter

Skinning Dipping

Trystan Thorne - CoP Art by @lilyoffandoms

Summer Heat

Something New - WtD Fic (Eli Sipes x MC) by @jerzwriter

Summer Holiday

Summer Getaway - OPH Edit (Sienna Trinh x OC) by @liaromancewriter

Summer Romance

Jun x Emilia - TDG Art (Jun Seong x MC) by @weetlebeetle commissioned by @storyofmychoices

Summer Wedding

I Thee Wed - OPH Edit & Fic (Ethan Ramsey x MC) by @liaromancewriter

Mono~poly Chapter 5: Beautiful Days - OPH Fic (Tobias Carrick x MC)

Turning The Page Chapter 14: Make You Mine - TRR Fic (Liam Rys x MC) by @tessa-liam

Sundress

Lincoln x Vax - ILW Edit/Gif by @kilvalir

The Garden Part - OPH Edit (Tobias Carrick x MC) by @jerzwriter

Sunshine

First Day - OPH Fic & Edit by @liaromancewriter

Dr. Sienna Trinh - OPH Art by @lilyoffandoms

Swimsuit

Luna Auclair - OPH Art by @lilyoffandoms

Multiple Pairings - Multiple Books Edits by @cadybear420

Tanlines

Daenarya x Maiele - Blades Art by @lilyoffandoms

Thunderstorms

Through the Pain - TDG Fic (Jun Seong x MC) by @storyofmychoices

Too Hot To Handle

Angelina: The Girlfriend - TDG Art by @storyofmychoices

Crystal: The Skinfluencer - TDG Art by @storyofmychoices

Farah Sabri - TDG Art by @storyofmychoices

Medhani: The Doctor - TDG Art by @storyofmychoices

Ripley Reese - ID Art by @lilyoffandoms

She’s Hot (Ade) - BB Edit by @aesthetic-aag

[wokestone]

For the DD2 Ask Game, Arisen #1 and 3, and Pawn #2 and 3?

Answering to this ask game

Arisen #1: Whether they remember or not, where are they from? 

Rhea is from Bakbattahl. She can't remember her parents. She spent a lot of time scrounging and stealing to survive as a petty criminal, and she was eventually picked up by a Battahli bandit group, that has had some territory squabbles with the Coral Snakes before.

Once she meets Phaesus, who is enthralled with her upon first sight, he is extremely forward - providing her nice private lodgings in Bakbattahl, and all of the food, clothes, tutoring, spending money she could ever want. It was too good an offer to pass up even if she was suspicious at first.

When she ghosted Phaesus and took off to Vermund with a bunch of his gold, she settled for trying an honest life - hence how she ended up as a guard in Melve.

Arisen #3: Do they ever get their memory back; if they do, does that change how they interact with the narrative, and if they don’t how do they feel about that loss?

Rhea definitely recovers her memories, bit by bit. I think when she first summons Beckett, she remembers her origins in Battahl. It starts a rough relationship with Beckett early on as she carried some of the typical Battahli prejudice against pawns, and she felt cursed having Beckett insist to follow her around. Her own little ill omen.

Her memories with Phaesus came back next, during the masquerade. First, it was the smell of a familiar cologne, a dance with a mysterious man she believed to have been her lover once, to slowly remembering more and more of her history with him that she lashes out at him in anger despite Phaesus wanting a second chance.

I really like connecting Rhea to Phaesus to add some messy spice to the plot. Because it gives you a Disa who not only wanted to dispose of Rhea due to being Battahli, but also adds a fun jealousy element where you have a Disa -> Phaesus -> Rhea love triangle. A scorned lover vibe out of Phaesus adds to the pre-Dragon confrontation scene, and adds more dimension to having to put aside their past in the Unmoored World to work together.

Rhea's history as a bandit also adds some more flavor as for why she was so insistent on helping Hugo, seeing herself in him, and wanting to help him escape the bandit lifestyle too.

Pawn #2: Do they act any differently around other Arisen across the Rift?

Answered here

Pawn #3: If they were infected with the Dragonsplague, are there any specific ways they would act differently? 

Past the usual (being short/irritable, impatient, aggressive, feeling GREAT, increased bravado, ouchie headache)...

Beckett is typically pretty emotionally stable, optimistic, and iron-willed. He keeps it together very well. He isn't suffering from mental illness like Rhea clearly is lmao. Being a pawn keeps his desires in check, even as he slowly grows a will of his own with Rhea. He isn't practiced at avoiding all the intrusive desires that mortals normally have.

Plagued, there's a darker, dangerous edge to him. Less golden retriever, and more loyal doberman. Plague!Beckett embodies the vices and desires he didn't know he had or kept deeply in control. Plagued, all of Beckett's doubts come to the fore. He's more emotionally vulnerable, stewing in insecurity in his bond with Rhea, extreme bitterness with his station as a pawn, struggles to find his sense of humor. With the plague amplifying his wants, his love for Rhea takes on a more possessive edge. He feels jealous of her relationships with other mortals (he's just Ken a pawn). Basically light yandere vibes that he keeps tightly under wraps.

Internally he's fighting these thoughts with immense guilt. He erratically goes between these two extremes of 'indulge my vices >:)' to headache 'horrible, selfish thoughts please go away :(' As a result, with Rhea one moment he is clingy, and another moment distant, afraid of his desires.

There is a role reversal. Beckett typically is Rhea's emotional support. Plagued, it is Rhea's time to be HIS emotional support. And now Rhea gets to return the favor and show him the extreme patience he has always shown her.

[ao3feed-kathony]

Newton VS The Bridgerton Men: The Battle for the Wives

read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/57205033 by Lovelymagnolia “Colin, you do realise you’re getting jealous of a dog, right?”   “He has every right to be jealous!” Anthony defended instantly. “Newton’s reign of terror has gone on long enough!”   “Reign of terror?” Kate snorted. “Be serious, Anth-”   “No, no, he’s right.” Simon jumped in.   Daphne shook her head, whether it was in disappointment or amusement, Penelope couldn’t tell. “Oh, Simon, not you too.”   “Whenever Newton picks a favourite, one of us has to lose our wife, and not just for an afternoon, for months.”   “Yeah! I miss my wife!”   “Colin, I’m not your wife.” Penelope reminded him, holding up her ringless hand.   “Not officially.” In which, Newton chooses Penelope as his favourite, Colin develops beef with a dog, and a longstanding battle between Newton and all the Bridgerton men is unearthed. Words: 12337, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Bridgerton (TV), Bridgerton Series - Julia Quinn Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Colin Bridgerton, Penelope Featherington, Newton (Bridgerton), Anthony Bridgerton, Kate Sheffield | Kate Sharma, Benedict Bridgerton, Sophie Beckett, Daphne Bridgerton, Simon Basset, Francesca Bridgerton, Eloise Bridgerton, Charles Bridgerton, Alexander Bridgerton, William Bridgerton, Edmund Bridgerton II, Miles Bridgerton, Charlotte Bridgerton, Amelia Basset, Belinda Basset, Caroline Basset, David Basset, Agatha Bridgerton, Thomas Bridgerton Relationships: Colin Bridgerton/Penelope Featherington, Colin Bridgerton & Penelope Featherington, Anthony Bridgerton/Kate Sheffield | Kate Sharma, Sophie Beckett/Benedict Bridgerton, Simon Basset/Daphne Bridgerton, Penelope Featherington & Bridgerton women, Colin & Anthony & Benedict & Simon, Penelope Featherington & Newton Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Colin Bridgerton/Penelope Featherington-centric, Colin Bridgerton Loves Penelope Featherington, Penelope Featherington Loves Colin Bridgerton, Penelope Featherington Needs a Hug, Colin gives her a hug, Colin "My Wife" Bridgerton, Colin Bridgerton Being an Idiot, Jealous Colin Bridgerton, Unplanned Pregnancy, Polin are a healthy couple, Communication, Attempt at Humor, Fluff and Humor, Tiny Bit of Hurt/Comfort, this is the the stupidest thing I've ever written read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/57205033

[holybatgirlz]

You're eyes whispered "Have we met?"

Read it on Ao3

Summary:

…and finally, Mr. Benedict Bridgerton, second son of the dowager Viscountess Violet Bridgerton and the late Viscount Edmund Bridgerton, is happy to announce his engagement to the young Miss Sophia Beckett, daughter of the late Charles and Maria Beckett of Wiltshire and ward to the late earl of Penwood. They plan to hold their wedding in late June…

Waking up to the news you're engaged is certainly a surprise. Especially when you have no recollection of a proposal ever happening.

Word count: 9.9k+

Notes: This was going to be my final entry to Benophie week back in June, but I didn’t finish it in time. But here it is finally. And yes, I know, I already have a fake dating fic (that I need to finish) but I read the summary for “Not the Kind of Earl You Would Marry” and started thinking about it relating to Benophie. Which is never a good sign.

Sophie had never particularly enjoyed the marriage announcements part of the morning paper.

It wasn't that she hated them, they were the announcements of other people's happiness. Those whose lives were far more privileged and more straightforward than her own. Uncomplicated by poverty and abuse like hers. She knew she shouldn't be bitter and jealous, but she couldn't help it. They left her wondering what their lives were like. Fantasizing about how they had met and fallen in love, hoping they were all love matches. 

All it did was make the reality of her situation even worse.

Usually, she ignored them. It wasn't as if she actually had the time to sit down and read them over, to begin with, but today was different. 

When she came downstairs and found Mrs. Gibbons and the cook with expressions of dread and worry on their faces, she grew concerned. A pit formed in her stomach as she watched the housekeeper approach her. Mrs. Gibbons didn't say anything as she handed her the paper and pointed to a paragraph hidden amongst the announcements column. It is right at the bottom and barely noticeable at first. Until she saw the names. 

Recognized the names. 

…and finally, Mr. Benedict Bridgerton, second son of the dowager Viscountess Violet Bridgerton and the late Viscount Edmund Bridgerton is happy to announce his engagement to the young Miss Sophia Beckett, daughter of the late Charles and Maria Beckett of Wiltshire and ward of the late earl of Penwood. They plan to hold their wedding in late June…

Nothing but pure panic laced through her, freezing her to her core as she read it. As if her blood was being replaced with ice. Sophie was at a loss for words. Her body turned to marble, as if her brain had just stopped working. She no longer knew how to speak, think, or breathe. 

But she knew exactly what would happen if Araminta saw it.

And unfortunately, as Sophie stood, trembling in the kitchen, trying to think up a way to hide this news from her stepmother, the butler had already unknowingly delivered the other copy to her upstairs as she readied herself for the day. The loud, shrill scream of Sophie's name reverberating throughout Penwood House confirmed that. 

How on earth it was that she had ended up engaged to the man of her dreams was beyond Sophie's knowledge. She never left Penwood House (save for that one night two months ago), and she certainly did not interact with those of the other sex (save for that one night two months ago). 

And that wasn't even the worst part. 

It was that she was engaged to the man of her dreams.

~~~

Benedict woke up to the sight of his elder brother towering over him.

It took him a minute to recognize it was Anthony standing next to his bed. There was a dull throb in his skull he hadn't yet slept off, the result of his drinking choices the night prior after he had, once again, failed to find the Lady in Silver.

Blinking away the sleep from his eyes and realizing it was his brother, Benedict frowned. How the hell had Anthony gotten into his lodgings? Benedict was going to have to speak to his valet, Graves, about this.

"Good morning, brother," he said slowly. Benedict was concerned about how his brother had gotten in and why he was bothering him so early in the morning. 

Glancing down, Benedict quickly remembered he was currently naked underneath the bed sheet that was covering his lower body. Grabbing it, he slowly pulled it upwards over his chest, making sure he was fully covered before he looked back to his brother and added. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"What on earth were you thinking?" Anthony asked, no, demanded from him, glaring down at him with his furious I'm-the-viscount-and-you'll-do-as-I-say look that had never swayed or affected Benedict.

"That another drink wasn't a terrible idea," he groaned back, rubbing his hands over his face in an effort to wake himself up. "You didn't answer my question. What are you doing here?"

"Oh no. You do not get to play games with me right now, Benedict. Do you have any idea what your actions have caused? What they've done to mother? She's been in a state all morning since she found out," Anthony informed him furiously. 

Benedict's confused frown only deepened as he stared up at his brother. While he was a drinker, he'd certainly never been the type to be the fool while intoxicated (minus the one occasion with drug-infused tea courtesy of his brother). Usually, he was just overly cheerful or depressed, but that was when he was alone. He doubted he'd done anything to bring shame on his family name. Let alone frazzle his mother.

"I'm confused. What exactly is it that you think I've done?" he asked back. 

"Your engagement," Anthony snapped. "You've broken our mother's heart by not telling her any of this."

Benedict stared at his brother in silence before the confused frown on his face shifted to a smile. He couldn't help it. He started laughing.

Which only infuriated his already furious brother. 

"Why are you laughing?" Anthony once again demanded as Benedict continued chuckling. 

"Because I'm not engaged," he retorted between breaths. 

"Yes, you are."

"No, I'm not."

"Yes. You. Are." 

"I think I would know if I was, brother." 

"There is an announcement. Benedict."

"What announcement?"

The vein bulging in Anthony's forehead looked about to burst. Clearing his throat, his brother lifted the paper he'd been holding this entire time and read it out to him. 

"Mr. Benedict Bridgerton, second son of the dowager Viscountess Violet Bridgerton and the late Viscount Edmund Bridgerton, is happy to announce his engagement to the young Miss Sophia Beckett, daughter of the late Charles and Maria Beckett of Wiltshire and the ward of the late earl of Penwood. They plan to hold their wedding in late June," he said with a dramatic flourish that barely concealed his annoyance. 

The laughing ceased immediately. The humor of this situation disappeared in a puff of smoke as Benedict stared at his brother in disbelief. 

"What do you mean there is an announcement in the paper?" Benedict sat up and snatched the paper from him, believing this to be nothing more than a lie. A bold-faced prank his brother was pulling on him. 

He scoured the page until he found the announcement in the bottom right corner. The last one. Almost hidden away, he found his name staring back at him mockingly, next to the name of a woman he did not know.  

Staring at the little paragraph in shock, he'd hoped he could just blink, and it would magically fade away, or that his brother would tell him this was all just some sick joke. 

And besides that, who the hell was Sophia Beckett?

"You seriously don't know?" Anthony asked, now the one who was confused. And concerned.

"Anthony, I swear, I'm not engaged, and I certainly did not announce one to the public," Benedict replied, his voice almost shaking from the shock of what he'd just read. Praying that his brother would believe him.

But he did. It was Anthony, for crying out loud. His brother knew immediately that he was being truthful with him. The rigid, tense posture relaxed as he shifted from furious Viscount to supportive older brother, recognizing they had been had. The implications of a false engagement on Benedict and their family led Anthony's anger to slowly shift and be directed toward whoever was at fault for this. 

"We'll figure this out," he told him gently. "Get dressed. We'll head to the printer's shop and find out what happened."

Benedict groaned as he realized another problem. "I need to explain this to mother."

"We'll tell her on the way," Anthony patted him supportively on the shoulder. "Get dressed. Come on."

After hastily dressing, Benedict departed from his lodgings with his brother, not even bothering to shave as they were in too much of a rush. He hopped into the carriage behind his brother, spending the entire trip feeling as if he'd throw up his heart, given it felt as if it was sitting in his throat now, beating wildly. He wouldn't even look out the window, couldn't actually. He feared someone would recognize him from behind the glass. 

His anxieties got the better of him as they traveled the short distance to Number 5. His mind was overwhelmed by guilt and worry. How on earth was he supposed to explain this to his mother? God, she must have been furious with him.

They entered the home quickly once they'd arrived, and Benedict found his mother pacing the front foyer, rambling to herself. Kate was there as well, and it was apparent she'd spent the past God knows how many minutes trying to calm her down as his youngest siblings were perched on the stairs, watching the scene unfold. 

"Benedict!" his mother cried out as she spotted him, rushing towards him.

"Here we go," Benedict muttered. 

"Good luck," Anthony whispered, patting him on the back as their mother stopped in front of them. 

"How could you not tell me?" was the first question out of his mother's mouth, voice laced with pain and a distraught look on her face that tugged at Benedict's heart. He hated upsetting her. 

"Mother, I-" Benedict started. 

"Did you truly believe I would be against this?"

"No, I just-"

"Have I offended you somehow? Made you believe I would not support you?"

"Of course not. Mother, this is just some-"

"What did I do to make you believe you had to go behind my back?"

"Mother, I swear I-"

"I never wanted any of you to believe you had to keep your love for another to yourself. If you had just come to me, Benedict, I would have been more than welcome to give you my blessing. I could care less if Miss Beckett is a ward. If you are in love with her, then you have my full support," his mother rambled on. 

"Mother. Mother!" Benedict placed his hands on her shoulders, stopping her in her tracks. "I'm not getting married. I do not even know the woman."

"Oh!" his mother looked momentarily surprised at the news, bright blue eyes wide, before she blinked at him, then frowned. "But there is an announcement."

"Which I assure you, I did not make," Benedict explained. 

"Well, then, who on earth did?" she loudly asked, aghast now. 

"That is something we would all like to know," Anthony replied. He'd gone to stand by his wife now, greeting her with a kiss on the cheek. 

"I have no idea," Benedict said, answering his mother's question. "Anthony and I are going to the printer's shop today to figure out how this happened. We'll get them to retract it. I promise."

"Well, it's a little late for that now," his mother told him with a little huff. "And even if we can get a statement out to reverse this, we'll have to figure out a way to explain what's happened."

"Thankfully, Whistledown arrived before the newspaper did," Hyacinth said.

"Even she did not know," Gregory added.

"Well, Whistledown won't be able to know anything since there is no truth to any of this," Benedict replied quickly, his aggravation over the entire situation leaking out through his tone. He turned towards his mother. "Sophia Beckett. Have you ever heard of Penwood having a ward?" 

"There were whispers a few years back. That a child was living at Penwood Park. The earl's mother allegedly said he'd taken in a distant cousin's daughter before she died, but it was never confirmed. No one ever saw or met this ward of his. And Lord Gunningworth was never an approachable man, so I do not believe anyone ever asked him to confirm it," his mother told him. "The only children I know of are the late earl's stepchildren."

"The Reiling girls, yes, I remember them," Benedict supplied, recalling his visit to Penwood House in search of his mysterious dancing partner. He tried not to shudder, recalling his interactions with the eldest Reiling and her mother. The entire interaction had been a waste of time, and he had left with no interest in spending time with them again.

His mother frowned. "If anyone would falsify an engagement announcement for their own benefit, it would be Lady Penwood. There were rumors she did that to Lord Gunningworth to guarantee his proposal, but I'm surprised she did not use one of her daughters. If it was her, that is." 

"I never met or saw this Miss Beckett when I visited. I don't even recall her being mentioned," Benedict told her. 

He'd only met the two Reiling girls, quickly dismissing them both once he realized neither was the woman he was searching for. And when he thought about it, Lady Penwood had told him herself that no other ladies were living in Penwood House besides the staff. 

"She may have remained in the county after her guardian's death," Anthony suggested. "If she even exists."

"Maybe we get lucky, and she doesn't," Hyacinth supplied. 

"If someone went to the trouble of falsifying an engagement announcement, I doubt they'd give the name of someone who never existed," Kate replied. "Even if that would make all of this much simpler." 

His mother hummed. She had her scheming face now. That was never a good sign.

"It may be beneficial, as much as I hate to say this, to invite Lady Penwood and Miss Beckett here," his mother replied. "We will be able to confirm Miss Beckett's existence. And while I would rather not have that woman in this home, we may be able to learn more about how this all happened. If we feign ignorance." 

"If you are willing to extend the invitation while Benedict and I will head to the printer's shop now, then it's settled," Anthony said.

Benedict took a deep breath. Today was undoubtedly going to be an adventure. And he still had yet to fully recover from his hangover. 

He could only assume that this Miss Beckett, wherever she was, was having a more enjoyable morning than he was.

~~~

Sophie had been stuck in the downstairs closest for roughly two hours now. 

She wasn't entirely sure how long she'd been in the closet. She'd gotten tired of trying to keep track of the time as she sat cross-legged on the floor in the dark, waiting for Araminta to decide she could be let out again. It always got incredibly dull when she was locked in one of the closets as punishment, her thoughts her only company.

Suffice to say, her stepmother had not taken the news well. Storming down the stairs like a bat out of hell, screaming like a banshee at her. Accusing her of being ungrateful, of ruining her daughters, and being a whore like her dead mother (for which Sophie got slapped across the face after trying to defend her). After she was done screaming, Araminta had trapped her in the closet while she tried to figure out what to do with her. She'd screamed about throwing her out of the home and onto the streets, but Sophie had heard that threat too many times before for it to have an effect on her. There was no one else in London Araminta could get to work as a maid, gardener, tailor, and whatever else she needed Sophie to be for the simple fee of nothing at all. 

Not that Sophie was prepared to leave. She always had been, but when you worked for nothing, she was left with nothing. No way of supporting her escape. 

Yet somehow, through all of this, Araminta still hadn't figured out Sophie had snuck out two months ago to attend a ball. The scuffed silver shoes she'd borrowed were still hidden in the back of her stepmother's closet. She had that, at least. 

So, as she sat on the floor of the closet, fiddling with a loose string on her old dress, Sophie waited for someone to come unlock the door. Going through her unattainable escape plan once again. Nothing but a fantasy, just like Benedict Bridgerton was. 

Benedict Bridgerton. The man she spent such a wondrous evening with. Who made her heart flutter whenever she thought about him and of whom she'd spent many evenings dreaming about. 

And now her name was in the paper next to his. Announcing an impending marriage.

Which was impossible. She hadn't seen him since that night. Not once. They'd become nothing more than two ships passing in the night. A man who did not even know her name. A man she'd already come to terms with, never seeing him again. 

She sighed. This was a nightmare. Her dreams and fantasies had somehow become her personal nightmare. 

The lock shifted suddenly, moving from its place in the door frame and snapping her from her anxious thoughts. Sophie stumbled to her feet, realizing the door was finally unlocked and opened. Light pooled into the room once again.

And revealing a still furious-looking Araminta on the other side of the door. Who sneered at Sophie when she saw her before closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. 

"We have been invited to the Bridgertons for tea."

Her eyes opened again as she said the last sentence and snapped to Sophie. She glared at her with such anger and disgust that Sophie flinched back from it, wishing to be anywhere but here.

"I'm sorry?" Sophie bleated out, confused.

"Rosamund will give you one of her dresses since I doubt you will fit into any of Posy's, and then we will depart. Now go! Get dressed," she ordered curtly, stepping back so Sophie could exit the closet. "You will come with me, and you will say nothing. Nothing. Do you hear me? You have done enough damage, and I will not risk you ruining any chances of Rosamund finding a match. I will handle this. See how I can convince the Bridgertons to break this insulting pairing." She scoffed, shaking her head in disgust as Sophie stepped past her and into the hallway. "To think you thought you had a chance with one of them. How pathetic." 

Clenching her jaw and her fists, her nails digging crescent-shaped moons into her palms, the only thing she had to ground her, Sophie took a deep breath through gritted teeth. She focused on trying to ignore how her stomach tightened at the jab. She wouldn't let it linger. She wouldn't. No matter how deep the knife felt. 

She was well aware that she had nothing to bring to this match. Her stepmother did not need to remind her. 

Straightening her back out, and ignoring the insult, as she had done for years now, she turned to face her. 

"Anything else you would like me to do, Lady Penwood?" she asked politely, forcing a smile.

Araminta only sneered, her lip curling upwards. "Make yourself look presentable. That is the least you can do for me. We leave for the Bridgertons in an hour." 

~~~

The printer's shop had been a dead end. The owner had refused their demands for answers, for explanations as to how Benedict's name had ended up in his paper next to a woman he did not know. Even Anthony's threats of libel and ruin did nothing to curb the owner's resolve. 

"It ain't false unless they don't get married," he told them gruffly. Adding to the insult, he'd then informed them a retraction would cost them quite some coin. 

A lot. 

Anthony made clear there would be consequences, regardless, before they took their leave. Finding no other reason to stick around and argue any further. Benedict had briefly contemplated waiting, noticing how skittish the printer's assistant looked as he worked in the background. He watched them with a guilty look as they spoke with his employer, and Benedict wondered if the man had more information. Information he was willing to provide. 

But they'd decided to try again later, knowing they had to be home in case there was a visit from the members of Penwood House. They could find out if their mother had learned anything new in their absence. 

And their mother informed them that, yes, Miss Beckett did, in fact, exist and would be arriving upon the hour with Lady Penwood.

Which was enough time for Benedict to down two glasses of whiskey just to keep his strength up.  

Christ, he had no idea what to do.

And he was angry. The shock of waking up to find himself engaged had slowly turned into annoyance and then rage as the day continued. He was furious that someone would force him into a marriage. It made him think about Nigel Berbrooke and what he'd tried with Daphne, which only made him even angrier when he remembered that slight. Against his sister, no less. And that had been years ago now. 

Not to mention, he'd already found the love of his life, the mysterious Lady in Silver. The woman who had captured his heart in one evening and then ran off with it when the clock struck twelve, disappearing into the night. He was still searching for her, and now he may never even be able to be with her even if he did find her. 

So, he was angry. With Miss Beckett. With the printer's shop. With whoever the hell it had been to put that announcement in the paper in the first place. 

His mother had tried to keep him calm, pulling him into a comforting, maternal hug when she saw him step out of his brother's office. He went willingly, a small part of him needing the validation, support, and comfort his mother offered. 

"We'll figure this out," she whispered. "If I didn't let your sister marry that god-awful Berbrooke, I won't let you marry someone you do not wish to either."

"I know," he replied.

Then she pulled away, moving to cup his cheeks in her hands as she rubbed circles over them with her thumbs.

"I'm sorry," he tells her again, his shoulders sagging.

"Oh hush, you have nothing to apologize for," she tells him, letting the words linger for a few seconds before she drops her hands from his face. "Lady Penwood should be here soon. Am I correct in my assumption you will be on your best behavior?" she gave him a knowing look as she said that part, one dark brow raised. 

Benedict huffed a laugh, trying not to roll his eyes. "Of course, mother." 

His mother only smiled again, reaching out to rub his cheek once more. 

"Behave," she warned, and he nodded. 

He was somehow able to keep his anger in check as he waited for the arrival of his apparent fiancee, Miss Sophia Beckett. 

The entire time they were waiting, he could only think the worst of her. The most likely ulterior motives she must have had. A country-raised woman, an orphan, a ward who probably had only a meager dowry. Most likely seeking out his family's wealth and status to uplift her own. He didn't know if she was younger or older than him. No idea what her likes were or her personality. If she was anything like the elder Reiling sister, Benedict doubted they'd get along. 

And then, she arrived. 

And he realized he may have rushed to conclusions. 

Because, frankly, she didn't look to him to have been the one to cause this. Didn't look a thing like the image he'd created in his mind. 

She was young, petite, probably a foot shorter than him, wearing pale green and white, although the gown appeared to run rather big on her. The bottom of the gown's skirt dragged across the floor as if it hadn't been altered correctly, the sleeves barely hanging onto her thin arms or covering her shoulders.

Her features were fairy-like, sharp but soft. Enough that drew him towards her like a moth to a flame. A look of innocence. Ringlet curls pinned back into a bun, the curls falling around the bottom like a fringe of a curtain, with the shorter ones framing her face. And her eyes were the color of emeralds. Round and weary of the surroundings around her. 

Benedict had to admit. She was quite beautiful. 

And almost familiar. A feeling of deja vu swept over him as he studied her. They couldn't possibly have met before. 

She was nervous, fiddling with the tips of her gloves as she lingered behind Lady Penwood during the introductions, as if trying to hide, keeping herself out of sight. 

"Lord Bridgerton and Lady Violet!" Lady Penwood exclaimed cheerfully as she entered; however, Benedict had seen enough forced smiles in his lifetime to know the woman was not happy to be here.

"Lady Araminta. How are you?" his mother replied, with an equal matching forced politeness to that of the countess, sounding as if she was being reunited with an old friend when he knew her feelings to be the complete opposite. 

"My sincerest apologies for all of this," the countess replied with a wave of the hand. "You must understand, we have no idea how any of this has happened." 

"Oh, I would never dare to assume. I'm certain this is nothing more than some cruel prank," Violet returned with a sharp smile. Her pale eyes drifted over Araminta's shoulder to the young Miss Beckett standing quietly behind her. "And you must be Miss Beckett."

The young lady curtsied. "Your ladyship." 

"This must have been such a surprise for you," Violet told her. "Getting dragged into all of this. I doubt it was what you expected when you woke up this morning."

Miss Beckett opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off by Araminta, who went as far to step in front of her, blocking their view as she began to talk instead.  

"You must understand, Sophia has never been the smartest young woman. I've personally never understood why my late husband took her in, but I know she'd never ever be stupid enough to force a gentleman's hand. You see, she only just arrived in town," the countess said. 

Benedict frowned. The tone had been polite, but there was a pointed jab directed at Sophie when Araminta spoke, anger hidden between the words. And Sophie only flinched as she spoke, shrinking back and away from them. A look on her face that said she wished to just disappear. 

Araminta's icy eyes finally fell on him.

"Mr. Bridgerton," she smiled, her wolfish smile. Teeth and all. "I feel I must personally apologize for you being dragged into all of this."

He nodded his bow. "There is no need to apologize, Lady Penwood. I'm certain we can resolve this amongst ourselves. And quickly."

"Why don't we discuss this all in the parlor?" Violet suggested. 

Araminta quickly agreed and followed his mother into the parlor, his brother close behind them, but Benedict found his feet suddenly rooted to the ground. Unable to move. Frankly, he didn't want to. Going into the parlor meant handling this god-awful affair, and he was just too tired to deal with it right now. 

And it appeared Miss Sophie felt the same. She hadn't moved from the front hall either, still standing a short distance away. Leaving them both standing there, awkwardly and alone. 

"I do not believe we were properly introduced," he told her, giving a short bow. "Benedict Bridgerton."

"Sophie. Sophie Beckett," she replied with another quick curtsy. "My sincerest apologies, Mr. Bridgerton. I swear, I had nothing to do with this." 

He believed her. He hardly knew her, yet something told him he could trust her. There was a strange familiarity about her like he'd met her before, but he couldn't place were. And the sincerity in her voice, the worry in her round doe eyes, she was not lying to him. 

"I believe you," he told her.

She blinked. "You do?"

"If anything, I should apologize to you," he told her. "I doubt this has been an enjoyable experience for you. And after you just arrived."

"Yes, I suppose it hasn't," she replied rather weakly. 

He knew her. He had to. She seemed so familiar, and yet he couldn't place were. Her curls and eyes, her voice, those soft, plump lips, he could have sworn he'd met her once. 

"Shall we?" he motioned towards the parlor, and she nodded. 

He'd figure it out.

~~~

You could hear a pin drop. That was how silent it had become. 

And the silence was going to kill Sophie. As she sat next to Araminta on the robin eggs blue and gold settee, across from Benedict, his mother, and brother, who all sat on the matching pair, all it did was aggravate her already high level of anxiety. 

No one was speaking. A standoff over who would speak first had been going on since they first entered the room and took their seats.

It was apparent the Bridgertons were suspicious of them and that they did not particularly like them either. Not that they didn't have a reason not to be. Lord Anthony Bridgerton stoically sat next to his mother, watching them both intently with a severe expression. His mother, Violet, had kept a more polite and cheerful facade. 

And Benedict.

Benedict looked increasingly uncomfortable like he'd eaten something that hadn't sat well with him.

She'd barely exchanged another word with him since their brief introduction.

Not that she'd been able to. Araminta kept answering for her whenever one of the Bridgertons asked her a question.

"I did not know the earl had a ward," Violet said suddenly with a forced cheery voice. Trying to start a conversation. 

"I spent most of my life in the country," Sophie quickly lied, smiling politely back. 

"His lordship did not see it fit for Sophie to mingle with the ton. What with her background being as low as it is," Araminta added. 

Her smile faltered for a second, but Sophie was able to keep it up, forcing herself to take a deep breath. The sooner this was over, the sooner she could leave.

But she had not gone unnoticed by Lady Violet. The older woman frowned with concern as she watched Sophie slowly shrink in on herself, trying to look smaller. 

"Still, I doubt that should have been a barrier," she remarked, her pale eyes snapping back towards Araminta. 

"Is there anyone you can think of who might have done this?" Anthony interjected, getting back to the point at hand.

"Of course not, Lord Bridgerton," Araminta replied. "My best guess is someone wished to bring scandal to both our names. For all I know, it could have been Whistledown, trying to create her own drama to write about."

"Unlikely, given her pamphlet today made no mention of my family and any recent engagements," Anthony replied. 

"She most likely will tomorrow, though," Araminta said back. 

"Yes, now that she knows, along with the rest of the city," Anthony responded tightly with an unimpressed look. It was apparent he was not happy with the responses Araminta was giving. 

"It may be best for us all to figure out how we will be handling this moving forward. We can focus on who is behind all of this later," Violet said this time. 

"Well, it seems rather simple to me," Araminta retorted. "We just informed the printer to report the engagement is now off."

There was a loose string on the wrist of the lace glove Sophie borrowed from Rosamund. An old pair she hadn't worn in years, and Sophie couldn't help but fiddle with the thin string hanging off from the fabric, rolling it between her thumb and index finger as she only half listened to the conversation.

"There will be talk, of course," Violet told them. "But we should be able to make this work out in our favor. Make this look amicable on both parts."

"A few public appearances here and there, and if we all stay to the same story when someone asks, I'm sure we can keep the rest of the ton off our backs," Anthony added.

"My daughters will be more than welcome to help," Araminta told them with a genuine, excited smile. "Sophie will unfortunately be returning to the country at the end of this week, but I'm sure we can make it work without her."

More like the broom closet of Penwood House.

But Sophie didn't like the look that crossed her stepmother's face. Her stepmother had just been told the Bridgertons would willingly interact with her and in public, no less. Sophie suspected she was already scheming to figure out a way to make this benefit her and Rosamund.

"Well," Sophie turned back towards Violet, who was speaking, and gave her a sympathetic smile. "It will certainly be much quieter in the country." 

"Yes, yes, she's incredibly lucky," Araminta added, with an edge in her voice only Sophie could recognize. 

Maybe it wasn't the broom closet she was being sent to.

~~~

After conceiving the story they would be using, the Bridgertons having decided they would be the ones to go to the printer's shop to have the announcement made, Sophie was preparing to leave with Araminta. Lady Violet, the only one who had followed them to the carriage to see them off, while her sons remained standing on the front steps, watching them. 

Sophie curtsied quickly to the dowager viscountess. "Thank you for hosting us, Lady Violet." 

"Oh, it was no worry. It was lovely to meet you. Safe travels back," Lady Violet replied, speaking to her and only her as Araminta seemed to wish to be anywhere else, speaking with the carriage driver. 

"Miss Beckett?" a voice called out behind her. A voice Sophie recognized.

Sophie turned and blinked in surprise as she found a familiar face coming towards her. 

"John?" she tilted her head towards the side. 

Dressed in similar lilac-colored uniforms as the other Bridgerton footmen, wig and all, was John Baker, the son of her father's butler. His family had worked for his father until he'd passed; his mother was one of the maids, and John had been assigned to the stables when he'd gotten old enough to be able to do manual labor. After Sophie's father died, the Bakers had taken their final payment and a letter of recommendation before leaving for London, having no interest in working for Araminta now that the earl was gone. 

"You two know each other?" Lady Violet asked, glancing between the pair. 

"Um, we were friends when we were children," Sophie told her quickly. 

John nodded. "My family worked for the Earl of Penwood, your ladyship."

John had been a few years older than her but was one of the only children close enough in age for her to play with, given she wasn't allowed to interact with the children from the village. They'd chased each other around the grounds of Penwood Park when they were very little. John was one of the few to keep her company, given her father, stepmother, and stepsisters had never given her any. 

Sophie had run into John the month prior at the markets one morning, recognizing her old friend when he'd been on his off day and not wearing his uniform she saw him in now. He'd been equally surprised to see her in London and to see her dressed as a maid, no less. At first, she'd done her best to hide what had happened since he'd left with his family, but John had caught on quickly to what Araminta had done to her. 

They'd chatted while she went through the market, purchasing the items Miss Gibbons had sent her out to fetch, and during it, she may have finally admitted to her old friend everything that had happened. Everything Araminta had done since her father died, up to the night she'd slipped out without anyone noticing, to attend a ball. 

"I did not realize you worked for the Gunningworths," Violet replied to John, looking surprised. 

"My parents took a position in the city after his death. To be closer to my mother's family," John told her. "Miss Beckett and I have not seen each other for quite some time now." 

"You look well, John," Sophie remarked, giving him a smile. 

"As do you," John replied. "What are you doing here anyway?" 

"Oh, just fixing some small miscommunication. I believe it's all been settled," Sophie shrugged off nervously, not sure whether she should disclose what had happened to him in front of his current employer. 

"Yes, it's all been settled now," Lady Violet smiled. "It was wonderful to meet you, Sophie, even under rather stressful circumstances."

"Come, Sophie," Araminta ordered curtly from where she stood by the carriage. "Let's go." 

"You're leaving already?" John asked, seeming confused before glancing back to where the elder Bridgerton sons were standing. 

"Well, we did settle everything we needed to," Sophie told him politely. 

"Sophia!" Araminta snapped from the carriage. "Now!" 

Sophie cringed, while Lady Violet only raised a brow at Araminta's curt orders but said nothing. She stepped aside so that Sophie could leave. 

Reaching out to grab the carriage door, knowing Araminta wouldn't hold it for her and the driver had already climbed up onto his seat, an arm reached out past her and grabbed it before she could even place her hand on it.

"No, here," John stepped forward. "Let me get that for you." 

~~~

They had yet to leave.

After all the polite chatting and planning, Benedict was exhausted. The whole situation was exhausting, and now he was stuck playing niceties with the Reiling girls for the next few weeks. 

He just wanted them gone. The Countess and Sophie. 

And they looked about to see if his mother would finish her conversation with Sophie. Even the Countess appeared to have the same feeling about him, looking rather bored and impatient as his mother saw them off. 

He impatiently tapped his foot against the ground enough that his brother quietly admonished him to stop. He couldn't help it. He just wanted the day to be over. And they were so close. The seconds felt like agonizing hours as Benedict waited. 

And then Footman John appeared. Benedict frowned, watching the man greet Sophie like she was an old friend, and by the looks of it, they seemed to know each other. Strange. How on earth did they know one another? 

The pair chatted happily together, briefly, as his mother seemed to ask a few questions before the countess ordered Sophie into the carriage. That they were leaving. 

Finally.

But then, Footman John stepped forward and moved his arm up to hold the carriage door open for Sophie, covering the top part of her face. Given her height, only her nose and jaw could be seen as she turned to thank him. 

It felt like the floor gave out under him.

Benedict froze. His heart stuttered as it almost stopped completely in his chest. It couldn't be. 

He knew that jaw. Those lips. He'd drawn it a thousand times. Seen in his dreams, found himself haunted by it and been practically tormented by it as the image followed his thoughts while he drifted through the days listlessly in search of her. As it became more and more apparent, he would never find her.

Until now.

It couldn't be her. It wasn't possible. 

The Lady in Silver.

She was here. She had been here the entire afternoon. Standing right in front of him, he hadn't realized. 

No wonder he thought he knew her from somewhere. His heart had been yelling at him the entire time she'd stood before him, and his mind had never caught on to it. Never put two and two together. But the pieces had finally fallen into place.

And she was leaving. If he didn't stop her, he was going to lose her again. 

"Wait!" he yelled, rushing down the stairs. 

"Benedict?" he heard his mother say, alarmed, as he raced towards the carriage, hastily moving past her. 

"Wait!" he yelled again, grabbing at the carriage door to prevent them from leaving. John, thankfully, stepped aside in surprise, giving him the space he needed.

"Mr. Bridgerton, what on earth–?" Lady Penwood started from inside the carriage, but he wasn't focused on her. He was too focused on the woman standing outside it, staring up at him with wide, petrified eyes, to care about the countess.

"It's you," he breathed out.

"I'm sorry?" Sophie blinked at him, confused. 

"That night. Two months ago. The Lady in Silver. That's you," he said, watching as her wide eyes somehow widened further.

"I-I have n-no idea what you are talking about," she nervously stuttered.

"I've spent the past two months searching day and night for you, and here you are," he huffed a laugh, still in disbelief. "All this time, and I never realized."

"What do you mean you've met before?" Araminta snapped from inside the carriage. "Sophie. What is the meaning of this?" 

The fearful look that flashed over Sophie's face as she glanced back toward the countess had tugged something within Benedict, making him ready to put himself directly in between them if necessary. 

"I-I… It's nothing, your ladyship. He's just confused," Sophie quickly told her. 

And then he realized. Two months. It had been two months since he'd seen her. But the countess had said she'd just arrived in the city that week. That she'd been in the county since the season began. 

The countess, who was the same woman that had told him, to his face, that no other woman lived at Penwood House. No one but the staff.

"You've been here all this time?" he said, and Sophie looked back at him. "How?"

"Because she's a maid," Footman John said quietly next to him and he looked at the man with alarm. "Lady Penwood forced her to be her servant after the late earl passed." 

The staff. She'd said no other woman lived in the house except staff. 

"She what?" his mother asked, aghast, having approached from behind him. 

"I did nothing of the sort," Araminta shot at them defensively. "She's been living at Penwood Park. The new lord cares for her out of the kindness of his own heart after my late husband left her nothing."

"He left her an inheritance. A dowry," John corrected, eyes dark as he glared at the countess. "To be managed until she turned twenty, after which the solicitor would help her manage it until she married, and it was handed off to her husband. My father saw his will. Multiple times. She'd get four thousand pounds a year after his death, and Sophie hasn't seen a single coin from it in all these years." 

"What? I have a what?" Sophie asked quietly, stunned by the news she was only just learning. 

"Two thousand pounds a year increased to six if you continued caring for her until she was of age," John grounded out at Araminta. "He didn't trust the new earl to be able to, what with his drinking habits, so he put the clause in to guarantee you would. He thought you'd get her married off quickly, and instead, you forced her into servitude." 

"You have no proof," Araminta hissed. 

"Is there a copy of this will anywhere?" Violet asked gently. 

John shrugged. "The solicitor may have one, but it's been years since I last saw him." 

"He left me a dowry?" Sophie said. Benedict finally noticed how pale she'd gone; the color all but vanished from her face. She was shaking. 

"Why on earth would you do that to the poor girl?" Violet demanded.

Araminta had decided to finally drop the pleasantries altogether, her worry turning to fierce fury, her lip curling into an ugly sneer. 

"Because the girl is nothing more than a bastard," she hissed.

“What?”

“She’s my late husband’s bastard,” Araminta repeated. “The daughter of some whore.” 

“Good lord,” Violet gasped quietly at the news, taken a back as well.

Benedict wouldn't deny the surprise he felt at this, followed ever so briefly by concern. Sophie was a bastard? There was nothing to suggest it except, but if the rest of the ton where to discover—

Concern over whether not he could or should be with Sophie, a flash of worry about how his family would handle this, briefly shot through him. He would hate himself later for it, but Benedict hesitated. He hesitated on the idea of being with Sophie. 

But when he glanced towards her, seeing she was now shaking, her eyes wide and filled with fear, he knew the only thing he wanted to do was keep her safe. To be by her side. The last thing he cared about was what the rest of society thought about him. All he wanted was to be with her.

"I don't care," he told Araminta, a protective fury building in him now.

The countess was momentarily taken aback by this, faltering briefly before the furious rage returned to her icy eyes. 

"You want to marry a bastard, then, by all means, do so. I'm certain the ton will be interested to hear exactly who Sophie Beckett truly is," she hissed. 

But Benedict glared furiously back at her, his hand clenched into a tight fist at his side. At that moment in time, he was completely prepared to throw a fist at the countess, but his mother suddenly stepped in front of him.

"You will do no such thing," she snapped.

"You think I'll allow some lowly bastard like her to marry into this society?" Araminta shot back.

"Oh, I think you will. In fact, I think it would be best if you give nothing but your best wishes to pair whenever you are asked," Violet coldly told her. "If this dowry has been mismanaged and withheld from Miss Beckett all these years, then I believe it would be best to investigate where exactly it has gone. Our solicitor will be more than welcome to seek out the truth on this matter."

"You have no proof," Araminta repeated. 

"Then I will send word immediately to your late husband's solicitor and the new earl. And I will not stop until I find it," Violet informed her. "I doubt you'll be able to afford that. What with the recent financial difficulties I've heard you've been having. Unpaid debts at the modiste." 

Araminta stiffened, revealing his mother's assumptions to be true.

"Your financial difficulties have certainly been the talk of the town lately. I'm surprised Whistledown hasn't pointed out how you have remained in London after the social season was over while the rest of us returned to the country these past few years. Trouble with the new lord?" Violet inquired, knowingly, moving closer to the carriage. "And it is not as if you haven't been without your own accusations. Your last marriage was rather rushed. Wasn't it? I doubt the late earl was happy it left him without a male heir. That was the reason he returned to London that season. And let's not forget your second marriage was done rather hastily, too. If I recall, your eldest was born soon after that? Seven months after your marriage to Lord Reiling. And perfectly healthy, too. Must have been a blessing for you that she took more after you in appearance than her father." 

Araminta blanched; mouth open in shock at what Violet had alluded to before white-hot fury flashing in her eyes. "How dare you–"

"How dare I what?" Violet snapped, head held high as she stepped towards the other woman again, and somehow, even as she stood below her due to the carriage, Violet was still able to look down at her. "Remind everyone of old rumors you did nothing to prevent or deny. Three scandalous marriages, Araminta, and not a single whisper. I am more than welcome to point out to the others that you are in no position to cast a stone at my family if you dare to speak out. Your past will certainly help deflect any gossip you direct towards us."

Violet stopped briefly, allowing her threats to linger, watching the shocked and grave expression grow on Araminta's face before continuing. "But I suppose I would be willing to hold my tongue as long as you hold yours." 

"B-But, sh-she's…she is a–" Araminta stuttered.

"Daughter of the late Charles and Maria Beckett last I heard," Violet informed her curtly, the threatening tone having yet to disappear. "And I think, for the benefit of your dwindling reputation, Araminta, that you would be best to remember that." 

Araminta was silent, stuck glaring at Violet, who only raised a dark brow back at her as the seconds ticked by.

"Right?" she added, slowly. 

After a few additional seconds of silence, Araminta nodded. "Fine," she muttered at her, before glaring at Sophie. "Don't even think about returning to Penwood House. You are no longer welcome there."

"I wasn't welcomed there, to begin with," Sophie quietly retorted back. 

"And she certainly has no need to go there, ever again," Violet said to Araminta. "I'd say it was good seeing you, but we both know that would be a lie. Good day, Lady Penwood."

And with that, his mother slammed the carriage door in the countess's stunned, furious face, before turning back towards the pair and smiling. "Well, I believe that settles it. I suppose your brother and I will have to get a special license. Won't we?" 

"Have I told you how wonderful of a mother you are?" Benedict smiled. 

"Not today, you haven't," his mother replied with a smile of her own. 

Benedict leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek. "Thank you." 

"It was no issue, sweetheart," Violet replied. "Now, I need to get in contact with the archbishop. If you would both excuse me." 

She quickly departed back into Number 5, with John following close behind, returning to his place by the front door, leaving the pair to watch the Penwood carriage pass by, the cracking of reins and whining of horses before it raced away. Araminta was glowering as she sat within, not daring to glance out the window towards them as the carriage set off. Once it had disappeared around the corner, Benedict glanced back towards Sophie, finding her watching the road with a sullen, anxious look gracing her perfect features.

"What's wrong?" he asked her gently, concerned. 

"You really want this?" she asked him, hesitantly. "To marry me."

"Of course, I do," he told her. 

"You're better off without me," Sophie told him with a sigh. 

Benedict slipped his hand in with hers, stepping closer to her. "I'll be the judge of that."

She gave him a look, her head tilting to the side as her eyes grew sad. "You barely know me."

He brought her hand up to his lips, pressing a light kiss to her knuckles. "I learned enough about you that night to know I want to spend the rest of my life with you," he told her, his breath tickling over the skin of her fingers. He smiled. "And if you're that worried, we'll at least have three days to get to know each other better. My mother is an expert at getting special licenses."

“Three days?” Sophie eyes’ almost bugged out of her skull.

He only chuckled. “Well, the announcement was already made. And the less time I have to wait, the better. I don’t believe we need to wait for the banns to be read. Do you?”

Sophie smiled back at him, shaking her head. Slowly, but the corners of her lips pulled upwards eventually. A soft pink hue developed over her cheeks and nose as she blushed. God, she was beautiful. 

He pulled her close, linking his arm with hers. "Come. Let's introduce you to everyone else," Benedict told her. "I can finally rub it in their faces that you are in fact very much real, and that I didn't imagine you. It will be quite the surprise for them." 

After a moment of lingering hesitance, Sophie linked her arm with him, allowing him to escort her up the front steps and to a far better future than what had once been. Neither one noticing the smile Footman John had as he watched them head inside. 

While this writer was certainly surprised to hear about the sudden marriage announcement between Mr. Benedict Bridgerton and a young Miss Sophia Beckett, it appears the couple are so helplessly in love they just could not wait to marry.

This author had heard whispers from Kent of a young ward catching the eye of the eligible second Bridgerton son, but it was a genuine mistake of mine to not investigate it further. You all must forgive me for not reporting it to you sooner, I've just never been interested in gossip from the county. It's always so dreadfully boring the news that comes from there.

Let me at least give my many blessings to the happy couple, and best of luck with the nuptials. Many, including yours truly, are ever so interested in knowing how they met.

But alas, we'll all just have to wait until they return from the honeymoon to learn that story.

– Lady Whistledown Reports

| The Day Before the Announcement |

John knew it was a mistake. Coming here. 

He really needed to stop involving himself in the lives of his employers. It was getting out of hand. 

But Eloise had begged him to deliver one last letter for her. A final apology was written in the envelope he held clasped in his hand, so she finally ceased caring for Theo, the printer's assistant. He had no idea if it was a good idea if it would help, but he liked Eloise. As brash as she could get with him, she did bring amusement, and he'd felt sorry for how Whistledown had treated her recently. 

He'd helped her before. That's why she asked him. 

As he entered the printer's shop, John was forced to wait in line behind another scrawny-looking man, who was currently speaking with the shop owner. 

"My employer wishes for it to go out tomorrow," the man told him.

"It will cost extra," the shop owner grunted as he skimmed over the small piece of paper. He then scoffed. "What's this? The third marriage announcement from the Bridgertons in the past year? I thought that Viscount was already married?" 

John froze, immediately on alert at the mention of his employer's name, and then frowned as he thought over the information he'd heard. A marriage announcement? Not one of the unmarried Bridgertons were engaged. And Lord Bridgerton had only just returned from his honeymoon a few months ago. The man in front of him was certainly not employed in the house either, John would have recognized him. 

"Lady Penwood is willing to pay as much as you need," the man retorted, dropping a bag of coin on the counter. "Just get it out tonight, or she'll have my head and yours." 

John's frown deepened. Lady Penwood was a name he hadn't heard in years but one he knew always came with trouble. His recent interaction with her stepdaughter, Sophie, had confirmed the suspicions he'd held towards her since the moment his father's old employer had returned to Penwood Park with her. 

The shop owner pulled open the small pouch in front of him, giving a quick count of what he could see, and nodded. "Alright. I can get it printed out tonight and sent out in the morning run." He then looked over his shoulder and shouted. "Theo! Get over here!"  

The other man nodded his thanks before turning to hastily depart the shop. John confirmed he was undoubtedly not another footman or employee in the Bridgerton house as the man passed him by. Meaning he had to work for Lady Penwood. 

And he'd been discussing a marriage announcement. To whom, John had no idea, but he knew it was probably with Lady Penwood's eldest and more favored daughter, Rosamund. A woman John wouldn't wish on any man. 

"Get this note sent up for print, and fast, boy," the shop owner told Theo. "I'll be in the back if you need me. You can help the next customer before you get to work." 

Theo glanced towards John, eyes widening as he recognized him, while his employer disappeared further back into the shop. 

"John, isn't it?" Theo asked once they were alone. 

"What was that about the Bridgertons and a marriage announcement?" John demanded quickly, approaching the counter. "None of them are being courted right now, let alone engaged." 

His questioning led the young printer's assistant to read over the paper he'd been handed, eyes widening as he recognized the names himself.

"It says Benedict Bridgerton is marrying Rosamund Reilling," he told him, glancing back up. "Benedict is Eloise's older right?"

"Benedict isn't engaged," John informed him harshly, ignoring his question. He knew for a fact he wasn't about to marry. Unless he'd finally found the Lady in Silver, or Sophie Beckett as John had learned, but he would have known by now if he had. 

"I believe you," Theo replied softly. "But why would someone do this?"

"To force a marriage to prevent a scandal. It's one of the oldest tricks in the book," John replied, recalling how it had almost happened to the eldest Bridgerton daughter. "The man who was just here was employed by Lady Penwood, Miss Reiling's mother. She most likely wants to force an engagement for her own personal gain. You cannot allow that to be published." 

"John, I have a job to do," Theo retorted with a sigh. "If I don't put this in, I'll be let go." 

"But it's not true! Your boss is likelier to get stuck with a slander accusation if he publishes it. He'll be ruined," John argued. "You'll cause more harm than good by putting that in." 

"I won't lose my job," Theo shot back. "I'm sorry. I really am. I don't want to do this to Eloise's family either, but I've got people counting on me. My hands are tied. Unless you have a better idea, I'm putting this note in tonight." 

He opened his mouth to argue further, but John could not think of anything else. Of anything that would convince Theo to throw away the note. He'd been through enough himself, and losing his job, his only source of income would only add to that. 

Seeing he had nothing else to say, Theo sighed, telling him to have a good day before heading back towards the large printer to get it set up.

"Wait!" 

Theo turned to look at him.

"What if you change the name?" John asked.

Theo thought about it for a second before nodding. "If you have a name I can use instead, I'll probably be able to get away with that."

He did. He knew exactly which name to give. 

Oh, but she was going to kill him when she found out. And so were the Bridgertons.

But after the last conversation he'd had with her when he'd seen what had happened to her, John couldn't allow her to stay in that house any longer. And if he was right about what he'd learned from her and what he'd seen from Benedict, this may work out for the best. 

And, besides, it was better than being married to Rosamund Reiling. 

"Sophia. Put down Sophia Beckett. Here. Give it to me. I'll write it down for you."

[katebeckets]

top 5 kate beckett scenes??👀

ooooh... girl........ 😭

okay ummmm

4x09 breakdown — this whole episode of course, but the breakdown scene is soooo personal and important 😭

6x14 end scene — I love seeing her process her feelings and share them with castle, soooo much growth and change and i love her so much!!!!!

4x16 "the more, the merrier" — the whole scene but also just her delivery of these lines!! i love jealous beckett lmao

4x07 "listen to me, jackass" — iconic. this whole episode is absolutely insane, they're so... not subtle?? LOL

2x13 end scene — it's always been so important to me the way she listens to Castle and then says "it wasn't your fault, you know." Like the way she just understands that he was feeling guilty and then tells him how important he is!!!! GAH!!!!

also shoutout to the 6x22 deleted scene of her putting her mom's ring away, I love that scene and wish they had kept it 😭 and 6x17 writing the letter! the growth! the love! the emotion as she writes! jesus!!!! or her first I love you in 5x22!!!! or the improvised "shut up" in 2x12!! and the end of "Always" of course, the way she quits and sits on the swings and goes to him and apologizes!!!!

ask me my top 5 anything!

[agattthaa]

Smartwatch

Pairing: Beckett Harrington/F!MC

Word count: 1.277

Warnings: A little bit of jealousy, but is nothing out of this world, they are cute and in love

-I still don't understand why you bought this tuneless device for me. 

-And I already told you, Beck. It works for a bunch of stuff. Sets alarms, play audiobooks, track your daily activities. That helps me a lot when I'm practicing Thieth. It can help on your secret workout section. 

-You practice yoga with me everyday. 

-Yes, Beckett, I do. And I don't have a six pack. -She pointed out, to which he only rolled his eyes and continued.

-And between all my activities, I don't have the time for a 'secret workout section'. You know that, we spent the vast majority of the day together. 

-My mother always says that a man can always find some way to hide something, if he really wants. 

-And you think that what I would choose to hide from you would be a workout section? -He lifted one of his eyebrows. 

-Why Harrington? Do you have anything else that you want to hide from me? -It was her turn to lift an eyebrow, but the smirk on her lips didn't let her expression be too serious. 

-You know very well I do not. Besides, considering how many people in this school wish to take my place, if I was hiding something, you would already know. -His voice grew to be clearly annoyed, meanwhile, her smirk turned into a smile instantly, because she knew perfectly well what he was implying. 

-Oh my, is THE Beckett Harrington jealous right now? -she poked his side. Her smile growing bigger as he turned red. 

It was risky, Eli knew it. They were in this thing for almost a year now, before he really considered himself to be a true pendpal, before he accepted that he now had friends, before Rafe. 

And while they were definitely a thing, they weren't that thing she wanted them to be. They did everything a couple did. Sometimes even more. 

They spend almost every moment together, they went on little dates, he gave her flowers almost daily, made notes specifically for her so she could understand her classes better, they slept together with most of the nights just holding each other and actually sleeping, he gave her the sweetest forehead kisses and held her hand all the time, and she knew fully well he did not appreciated PDA but knew she did. 

Most married couples aren't so serious. Sheira had told her, and she knew it. And yet, he didn't ask that goddamn question. So she didn’t imply anything. 

But now, he gave her the perfect opportunity, so what could she possibly do if not take that opportunity. 

-I don't believe I have a reason to be. -He answered when the red had subdued. 

He tried to play it cool, but she knew him too well. She could hear the words he didn't say. She knew he was asking her if he had a reason to be jealous. He was laid on her bed, as usual, but his eyes were not on her, and that was unusual. He was scared of her answer. 

She sat down closer to him. He was laid on his side, so she placed herself in front of her torso, placing her hand on his face and caressing her thumb against his cheek. 

-I don't believe you have a reason to be. Although you say otherwise, only one person showed interest in me since I came here. 

-And why do you think that is, Eli? -He sat down, lacing her hand on his, while the other touched her face in adoration. -Why do you think I must be by your side every minute? Why I never let go of your hand? Why I kiss you out of nowhere?

-Because you have an enormous crush on me that you can't get over no matter how hard you try? -Her smirk made him smile hopelessly.  

-I never tried to get over it, first of all. Besides my enormous crush on you, it's the eyes. The eyes that follow you everywhere, Eli. I don't know how you don't see it. Everywhere you go, everyone watches you, with eyes filled with hope that one day you'll look towards them as well. Goddammit, last week I went to the bathroom and that guy from your team was asking you if you wanted to do something after practice. 

-He told me it was a team outing, Beck.

-Yeah, one that neither Griffin nor Zeph knew about. 

-Besides, I said no. 

-I know you did. Still, you don't know what it's like. 

-That's what you think. Do you have any idea how many of this year's juniors are watching you? A girl came to ask me if you were single  Beck. How many times has that happened to you? 

The moment the words left her mouth, she regretted it. His eyes instantly got bigger. He was not expecting her to say that. 

-What did you answer her, Eli?

-That's irrelevant.  

-Eli, what did you tell her? 

-I think you know what I told her, Beckett Harrington. 

-Full name won't work this time and I don't. What did you tell her, Eli? 

-Had any blonde girl come to you asking for a date, Harrington? If not, I think you know what I told her. 

His face turned to a lovestruck smile. 

-You told her I wasn't single, didn't you, Eli? -She looked away from him when his smile became too blinding. He took that opportunity to kiss her temple, her cheeks, her eyes. -Did you tell her you were my girlfriend?

-You are the one saying that, Harrington, not me. 

-I can almost see it. The skeptical look on your face, you looked her up and down I'm sure of it, and you tried to be crude, but she didn't realize it because you never can do it. Then you said it, the most beautiful words "No, I am his girlfriend". Was it like it, Eli? 

She didn't say anything. Because Eli knew Beckett, but he also knew her. It was exactly what had happened, but she would not admit it. 

-I won't say it before you do, Harrington. No matter how much you annoy me.

-Why must you be so headstrong, my love? -He held her face, forcing her to look at him. -Eli, can I also tell people that you are my girlfriend? 

Her face broke on a sweet smile and she melted on his hands. 

-Ask properly, Harrington.  

He smiled, letting a little bit of air come out of his nose. 

-Eli, my sun and all my stars, will you be my girlfriend? 

-I'll think about it. -She pulled him closer, smiling almost as much as him. -Okay, I will. 

-You are impossible. 

-And yet, you love me. -She joked against his lips. 

-I really do. 

Before she could say anything, he kissed her, making her melt on his arms. She, with her hand on his face, pulled him closer, and he held her by her waist, hugging her close and closer, as if he could not bear to be apart from her not even by a centimeters, not even by a second. 

But their peace was disrupted almost immediately. A loud beep was almost deafening when compared to the silence they had before. 

When they look down on the watch on Beckett's arm. The words "Abnormal heart rate decteted" were in bright red. Almost as red as Beckett's face. 

-I'll never wear this again. 

Eli's cheeks hurted from how much she laughed. She held his face on her hands, running her thumbs on his cheeks before giving him a small kiss. 

-Yeah, you don't have to worry about anything. 

[newtonsheffield]

Could we see some jealous Kate in Mile High?

Maybe Siena ends up in their flight once Kate and Anthony are officially together???

Ohhh For a relationship that started off on the grounds of no jealousy: They’re both pretty jealous people.

And Kate really thought she got over it after she and Anthony actually put their cards on the table and said they didn’t want to see other people.

“Okay!”

Kate turned at the sound of her sister bursting through the cockpit door. “Edwina, we’re a little busy.” She gestured to the controls, “You know, preparing to fly the plane.”

Edwina rolled her eyes, “I just… I don’t want you to overreact to this but Siena Rosso is on this flight.”

Kate’s stomach dropped, something prickling down her spine at the thought of Anthony’s ex girlfriend, the only other person he’d been in a committed relationship with. Even if it hadn’t worked out, they’d loved one another once. Were still friends, really. She couldn’t say she wasn’t at least curious about her, what she looked like, how she was, how she and Anthony had been together.

“Right well…” Kate trailed off, “Get out of the way!” Kate hissed, peering round the cockpit door, “Which one is she?”

“Is anyone going to tell me who Siena Rosso is?” Sophie said curiously, joining her and Edwina at peering round the door.

“She’s Anthony’s ex.” Edwina supplied, “They used to hook up until Kate and Anthony got together.”

“Which one is she?” Kate hummed, her stomach churning, but she didn’t need to ask. Not really.

Anthony was stood a few rows down, at the back of first class, laughing at something a woman had said. She was beautiful, her dark hair tossed up effortlessly as she leaned in and said something conspiratorially to Anthony who turned pointing towards the cockpit.

“Fuck.”

Kate slammed the door shut before anyone could notice them peering out the door, trying to quiet the doubtful voice in her head.

You’re such opposites, he’ll never stay with you.

“Well, I wish she wasn’t so pretty.”

“Oh come on,” Sophie tutted, “Anthony loves you.”

“You don’t have anything to worry about.” Edwina agreed.

Kate shook her head, taking a shuddering breath, “It doesn’t matter. It literally doesn’t, we have to work.”

She sat back down and tried to focus on what she had to do. Even so she cleared her throat when she flicked on the intercom. “Good morning Everyone! Captain Kate Sharma from the flight deck, First Officer Sophie Beckett here with me and Welcome Aboard your British Airways flight to Singapore. We’ve an excellent crew on board with you today, at your beck and call for anything you might need. Some of you, not all of you. Anyway, they’re headed up by my loving boyfriend Anthony. It’s true, we’re in a very committed relationship, I’m actually thinking of suggesting that we move in together. Well, I’ve said that now. I’ll be back later to give you another update. Not on whether or not he said yes, just… on the… flight.”

Kate pinched the bridge of her nose as she turned off the intercom, She groaned as Sophie let out a low whistle. “Don’t.”

“Kate,” Sophie guffawed, “That was a train wreck, babe.”

“I know! Don’t you think I know that?! Now not only do I have to look at Anthony’s hot singer ex girlfriend; He’s going to reject me! Right in front of her probably! And then they’ll skip off into the sunset together!”

“Are we spiralling a little?”

“No!”

“So… that was insane.” Edwina hummed pushing the dinner cart in.

“Oh God!” Kate groaned, “Does he not want to even come in here and face me?!”

“He was held up.” Edwina tutted, “Congrats on… moving in together though? Are you getting a cat as well?”

“Anthony and I would clearly be dog people.”

Her anxiety still hadn’t abated at the end of the flight, jealousy and anxiety taking their turns, warring away in her chest. Right up until she opened the cockpit door. And there was Siena Rosso, nudging Anthony’s shoulder gently. Her eyes widened when she took in Kate,

“There’s your girl.”

Anthony turned, looking a little dazed and Kate didn’t know what came over her. She reached forward, grabbing Anthony by the lapels of his jacket and crashed their lips together in a searing kiss.

Anthony looked dazed when she finally nudged him back, his hand in his hair, “Hey, Kate.” He cleared his throat, “Have you met Siena?”

Siena peered around them, “Hi, Kate, so lovely to meet you. Anthony’s told me so much about you.”

“Nice to meet you as well.”

Anthony tucked his arm around Kate’s waist before he cleared his throat, “Well, good luck with your show tonight. Chat soon hey? We’ll all go to dinner.”

“I’d like that.” Siena smiled, “Kate, hilarious announcement, 10/10.”

She winked over her shoulder at them and Kate suddenly felt ridiculous for it, with Anthony’s arm around her waist and his lips on her temple.

“Did you propose we move in together out of jealousy?” Anthony chuckled, but she could see the anxiety warring away behind his eyes.

“Yes, i did it in panic,” She straightened his tie, “But I actually do want us to move in together. So…? What d’you say? Ready to teach me how to do laundry?”

Anthony swallowed, “Yes, but I’m sorry, we need to move into my flat. Yours just…”

Kate scoffed, “Like I’m moving you into my place with all of your systems. I don’t have room.”

[firstpersonnarrator]

I was actually able to see him in both Withnail and Reunion. Funnily enough, I preferred the latter, even though he has much more to do in the first one.

He was expectedly insane as Withnail, strutting around the stage with like this slightly backward bend at all times, like he was a Regency portrait come to life. He even did some stage sword fighting which had me concerned because he did it right handed and I have a feeling he can be a bit clumsy, but no eyes were taken out on the day I saw it (which was their last day of performances and also the day of the Birmingham Pride Parade, somewhat fitting for the slightly queer undertones of the story). It was a fun and funny play, definitely a bit dated, with an ending that has Rob do a very emotional Hamlet monologue. Because it was the matinee performance I had time to wait at the stage door afterward and met some of the cast which was great. (Rob was still somewhat in character, which was hilarious given Withnail's stilted accent, but I digress.) This couple I met said they'd been waiting at the stage door before the performance and Rob showed up basically running for the door shouting apologies at them because he was late for his call time and couldn't stop for a chat. 😂 He did remember the couple and apologised again, it was all very sweet. (I think he had been busy packing up because he went back to Ireland immediately after Withnail to start rehearsals for Reunion.)

Anyway, I couldn't go to Galway but managed to catch Reunion in October in Dublin. That play is a very different beast - a whole bunch of actors where Withnail has just three principals, and the setting is just one room in a house on an island. The set was amazing, the cast superb, and the story took you all over the place emotionally. Despite being an ensemble cast, Rob still got his time to shine as the mother's favourite of her three children, although most of the humour in this one comes from a different character. Contrary to his usual characters, Rob gave a very grounded performance in this one, which was a nice change of pace. He had a very emotionally charged scene with the actress playing his girlfriend since there is no world in which Rob doesn't get to show of his acting range, even with limited stage presence. The play definitely sticks with you.

(I also saw Rob in Endgame a few years ago. He did some great physical work in that one, poor guy was sweating buckets by the end of it.)

I cannot express how jealous I am. Words fail me.

Except these: I cannot believe you got to see all three plays. That’s just- I can’t even. I mean, what??? [More babbling ensues ajfhfhjfjfhshajs]

Thank you so much for this. I feel like I got to live through you a bit. To hear your take on the differences in roles and his portrayal of them really put me there.

I got to see Endgame streaming (twice bc I’m an idiot and thought they’d be two different performances, but I don’t regret seeing the same performance twice at all. Like not even a little.)

What an amazing performance by Rob and Frankie Boyle. When you say it was a physical role for Rob, there can be no exaggeration. That was insane. And imagining what it would be like to never sit down or lay down. Man, that just made everything seem that much more bleak. I loved the play’s darkness and inevitable ending, but with humor that engenders sympathy somehow, even for Frankie Boyle’s character. I’d never seen Beckett before, and now I would run to see anything by him I could find.

I’m glad Rob got to stretch his wings with Reunion. I believe he is a truly fine actor, and to get to see that in person must have made the heart race a bit. Meanwhile, I have loved Withnail and I, the film, since I was a kid. I literally rejoiced when I found out they were staging it, first of all, and then freaked out about Rob being the one to originate the role. I screamed. Like, out loud irl.

Thanks for sharing. Appreciate you and this so much.

[muddyorbsblr]

Have you ever watched X Files?? Or has anyone from SAS watched the show?? Because I have now a very specific fic idea where Loki and the reader are like, partners who solve magical issues on Earth. And the whole dynamic is kinda like Mulder and Scully’s dynamic. They care about each other deeply but Loki can’t help to flirt with every other woman (and sometimes man) they encounter. And it makes the reader jealous and sad. For obvious reasons.

Like, the whole “fine whatever” bit Scully has in one episode would be hilarious to write. And then they can have a teary eyed confession once Loki picks up on the fact that his partner might love them (after all the ways the reader has been acting when he flirts around) and it ends happily :D

As a note, this isn’t really a request, but it’s been something on my mind and I wanted to talk about it with you and the community. 🥰🥰

Have a lovely day <3

Oooooo hello anon friend!

Personally I don't watch X Files…probably because my dad used to watch it ad nauseam when I was younger and now I haven't found enough reason to be put on to it just for that 😅 But because of the exposure I've had to it, the relationship between Scully & Mulder has been something I've been super aware of and I know the exact vibe you're talking about 🥺💖 (and also I've been made aware of the Mulder Speedo picture that broke the internet when I was literally not even 3 months old haha! 🤣)

It's kind of like the dynamic between Brennan & Booth in the show Bones before they got together…or like Beckett & Castle 👀

Without giving too much away, I can say that the series 'rules of conduct' will have a vibe that loosely resembles this but super briefly because even if Reader won't be able to communicate for shit, our precious greasy haired boi knows his precious mortal better than she thinks and he sees right through her "it's fine, whatever" act 💖🫡

calling on the SAS besties & fellow whores to see if anyone's watched X Files @holdmytesseract @smolvenger @lokisgoodgirl @lokischambermaid @fictive-sl0th @mochie85 @xorpsbane @gigglingtiggerv2 @joyful-enchantress @ladyofthestayingpower @loopsisloops @maple-seed @give-me-a-moose @mischief2sarawr @november-rayne @acidcasualties @alexakeyloveloki @dangertoozmanykids101 @liminalpebble @glitchquake @peachyjinx @sidepartskinnyjeans +++