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doumadono · 7 months ago

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Warnings: smut w/o plot, fem sidekick!reader, semi-public, angry smut, names calling, unprotected p in v, creampie, pro hero Dynamight being himself, mentions of fwb & work affair

Synopsis: after catching another villain and dealing with pesky reporters, Bakugo needs to blow off some steam

A/N: I wrote this one shot to celebrate the airing of MHA Season 7 :) Enjoy!

MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST

Pro hero Dynamight stood victorious after a grueling battle with a dangerous criminal. His muscles were tense, his body still buzzing with adrenaline.

As the media swarmed the battleground, arriving even before the emergency services, Dynamight stood amidst the chaos of the battleground, his expression grim as reporters swarmed around him like vultures. Their incessant questions grated on his nerves, and he couldn't help but scoff at their foolishness.

"What's it like being a hero, Dynamight?" one reporter shouted, nearly thrusting a microphone in Bakugo's face.

Bakugo scowled, his voice gruff as he replied, "It's not a fucking game, you idiot. It's about putting your life on the line to protect these morons." He gestured to the injured civilians nearby, his gaze flickering to where you were assisting the paramedics.

"Can you tell us more about your strategy during the battle?" another reporter asked.

"Strategy? I blasted the shit outta that villain. End of story."

"Is it true that you single-handedly took down the villain?"

Bakugo rolled his eyes. "I don't need a fucking team to handle a scrub like that."

"Are you worried about the safety of the civilians?"

"What kind of dumbass question is that? Of course, I'm worried. That's why I'm here, isn't it?"

Another reporter piped up, "Do you ever fear for your own safety, Bakugo?"

Bakugo's lip curled in disdain. "Of course I fucking do. But I don't let fear hold me back from doing what needs to be done, you idiot."

As the questions continued, Bakugo's impatience grew, and he didn't hesitate to show his displeasure towards the reporters. Despite his gruff demeanor towards them, Bakugo's focus remained fixed on you as you moved with purpose, assisting the paramedics in providing aid to the injured. Later, as you assisted the police in securing the villain, his gaze never wavered from your form.

Finally, as the barrage of questions from the reporters finally ceased, Bakugo's patience wore thin. With a curt dismissal, he declared, "I've got more important shit to deal with than your stupid questions. You're nothing but scandal and drama-thirsty extras."

Turning away from the reporters, Bakugo made his way over to you, his expression softening slightly as he approached. "Hey, Y/N," he said gruffly, his voice laced with concern. "You holding up okay?"

You nodded, grateful for his concern, even though you knew you had moments of struggle during the battle. It wasn't that you lacked skills; you were simply inexperienced.

But Bakugo didn't seem to mind. In fact, he saw your potential, and that was all that mattered to him. "Alright," Bakugo said, his tone firm but reassuring. "Our job here is done. The police and paramedics will take over from here. Let's head back to the agency."

You nodded, feeling a mix of relief and exhaustion wash over you. It had been a long and intense battle, but knowing that the situation was now under control eased some of the tension that had been building inside you.

Together, you and Bakugo made your way back to the agency.

Bakugo led the way through narrow, secluded alleyways, determined to escape the relentless pursuit of the paparazzi.

The evening was settling in, and the soft glow of street lamps cast a dim, gentle light on the sidewalks.

Bakugo's fists were clenched, and he could feel the tension building up inside of him. He needed a release. "Damn it, they were fucking annoying," Bakugo growled, his voice tinged with adrenaline and frustration as he leaned against the cold brick wall, stopping to catch breath. "These reporters, goddammit!"

You nodded in agreement, feeling the tension radiating off him. "You did it, though, Bakugo-sama," you replied, trying to offer some reassurance. "And you handled them very…. Well."

Without saying a word, Bakugo stepped closer, his gaze intense, his breath hot against your lips as he crushed his mouth against yours n a bruising kiss. The kiss was rough, urgent, a release of pent-up tension. His tongue pushed past your lips, tangling with yours in a heated dance.

You were caught off guard when Bakugo suddenly kissed you without warning. The truth was, it wasn't the first time he had been that close with you. You two had been hooking up from time to time, with a reciprocal agreement between you. Now you could taste the sweat and grit of battle on him, and it only served to heighten your arousal. Your tongues danced together as you explored each other's mouths.

Bakugo could feel his cock growing hard in his unform pants, and he knew well you could feel it too.

His hands roamed your body, squeezing your ass, cupping your breasts, pinching your nipples through the fabric of your costume.

You moaned into his mouth, your body responding instinctively to his touch. You could feel his cock hardening against your stomach, and you reached down to stroke him through his pants.

"Shit," he cursed softly between kisses, his breath hot against your skin. "I fucking need ya, dollface." His hands tangled in your hair as he deepened the kiss by yanking your head back.

Bakugo broke the kiss, his breath coming in harsh pants. He started to kiss your neck, nibbling on your earlobes and licking your skin. He licked a stripe with his tongue from your ear down to your neck, following the pulse point. A grin tugged at his lips as he felt the rapid beat of your heart beneath the tip of his flexed tongue. With a fast motion, Dynamight spun you around, pushing you against the cold brick wall. You gasped as he yanked your pants down, exposing your ass to the cool night air. He licked his fingers, then reached around to rub your clit, making you wet and ready for him.

You were utterly shocked when he suddenly acted hat bold in the middle of the alleyway. It wasn't that he was shy about sex, not at all. In fact, he had a history of taking you on his desk in his agency, reveling in the thrill of the possibility of getting caught. But this was a whole new level of brazenness. You moaned, grinding your slick pussy against the rough heel of his hand. "Holy Might…"

He pulled his pants and black boxer briefs down under the curve of his ass, revealing his rock-hard cock. Bakugo chuckled, a low, dark sound when he spotted you looking up at him above your shoulder, then positioned his cock at your entrance. He thrust into you from behind, hard and deep, making you cry out. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the alley as he began to fuck you, his hips slamming against your plump ass. "It's fucking Holy Dynamight for ya, little cock slut," he grunted through gritted teeth. "Goddamn, you're so fucking tight," he added, his voice low and husky.

"Yes, fuck, yes," you panted, your fingers clawing at the brick wall. You could feel every inch of his veiny cock inside you, stretching you open and hitting all the right spots, the mushroom tip of his dick kissing your firm cervix.

Bakugo grabbed your hair, pulling your head back, making you arch your back under an odd angle as he continued to pound into you. The slight pain only served to heighten your pleasure, and you found yourself begging for more. "Harder, harder, Bakugo-sama," you panted, your words nothing but a breathless whispers, your body shaking with each powerful thrust of his.

Bakugo obliged, his hips moving faster, his cock going deeper.

You could feel a coil of heat forming low in your belly. You found yourself digging your nails into the rough brick wall as Bakugo took you from behind, his movements relentless and powerful.

He didn't hold back, occasionally delivering sharp spanks to your ass. "Fuck," he groaned, his voice husky with desire. "You're taking me so damn well, little newbie."

His praise only spurred you on, your body responding eagerly to his every touch and thrust.

Bakugo slid his hand down your stomach and reached between your legs, finding your clit. He began to rub it in slow circles, and you moaned as the pleasure built. He continued to tease you, his fingers working their magic until you were panting with need.

You reached down, placing your hand on top of his one, still nestled between your thighs. "Rub my clit," you urged, your voice dripping with desire.

But instead of complying, Bakugo pushed your hand away and delivered a few sharp spanks to your slick pussy. "Shut the fuck up, slut," he growled into your ear, his voice low and commanding. "I'll decide if you deserve to have your clit touched or not." Bakugo's grip on your hair tightened, his breath hot against your ear as he growled, "Now, cum for me, little slut." Dynamight graciously accepted your plea, withdrawing his hand from between your thighs. He spat on his digits, and with a thick glob of saliva coating his fingers, he slid his hand back where it belonged, rubbing your clit with a fierce intensity.

And with a few more hard thrusts, you came. Your body shook, your pussy clenching around his cock as waves of pleasure washed over you. "Bakugo-sama!"

Bakugo followed soon after, his cock pulsing inside you as your boss emptied himself inside you. He pulled out slowly, watching his pearly, thick cum dripping down your thighs.

You turned to face him, a satisfied yet a little hesitant smirk on your face. "My, my, boss," you whispered, "I still can't believe this rookie is your favorite," you gave him a look, pointing to yourself.

Bakugo returned the smirk, then leaned in to kiss you again, a slower, gentler kiss this time. He pulled his pants back up and adjusted them, ensuring he looked presentable once more.

You, too, adjusted your hero costume and approached him. Climbing onto your tiptoes, you reached up to fix his bangs, which were still damp with sweat. "Maybe you'd like to come over to my place to freshen up?" you offered, a sultry smirk playing on your lips.

"Sounds like a damn good idea," Bakugo growled, his voice husky. Without hesitation, he reached out and grabbed the meat of your ass, pulling you closer to him. "Lead the way, dollface," he added, his eyes smoldering with lust.

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hogwartsfirebolt · 9 months ago

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the game’s the game

“What was going through your mind when you spotted the Snitch?”

Two camera shutters go off like lighting, but Draco doesn’t blink. It’s almost the end of the season, and he’s done a press conference every week. He’s used to them.

“Fucking finally,” he answers, and the journalists all laugh. They think he’s joking, and he can already imagine the articles they’ll publish tomorrow pronouncing him cheeky and funny, but he means it wholeheartedly. Six hours in the sky, drenched all the way through his pants in rainwater, and facing the very best player in the league? He had half a mind to jump off his broom if only to have the game end somehow.

“This is the second time you face PU and well, Harry Potter, this season,” says another reporter, a young, pretty woman with her hair pinned up and a reverent tone when she speaks Potter’s name. Like everyone. “Are you expecting to encounter him at this year’s Cup? And if so, how does that make you feel?”

Draco breathes out hard through his nose. Across the room from him, sitting at his own table against the wall opposite, Potter’s doing his own press conference. He’s wearing a hat backwards, the light blue of his team hoodie contrasting with his golden-warm skin tone. He has a hand to his chin, rubbing his short beard in thought at some question he’s being asked. Probably about just how sweet it had been to snatch that Snitch right from under Draco’s nose. He’s earnest and so gorgeous Draco can’t stand the sight of him.

“The game is the game,” Harry’s voice carries, clear and chesty, deeply masculine as he says his favorite little quote that means absolutely nothing and that fans have been yelling and tattooing on their bodies the whole season. “We don’t take any victory for granted. Coach has been running us to the ground, she won’t stop until we have that trophy in Puddlemere, and we’re doing our best to make her proud.”

“Oh, I’m certain we’ll face them at the Cup,” is what Draco answers at last. “Honestly? I think no other team comes even close. We’ll face them, and then we’ll bring the Cup home to Appleby. As Potter himself likes to say, the game is the game.”

All the cameras around him go off, the sound of Quick-Quills scrabbling and the reporters’ scandalized gasps at his use of Potter’s quote. He grins, puts his olive green Arrows cap on and stands to leave. He needs a fucking shower.

Later on, he’s sprawled on his hotel room couch, drying his hair with a towel and watching a replay of the game on the enormous television, making mental notes about his own flying, his mistakes, the times he dove too soon or hovered too low. When the screen follows the blue jersey with POTTER 7 emblazoned across the back, he looks closely, trying to spot mistakes but knowing he won’t find any. Potter’s probably the best flier of the century, and Draco loves Quidditch too much to lie to himself about that.

He’s admiring one of Potter’s physics-defying feints when there’s a knock on his door. Immediately, his heart takes up a gallop, and he has to press a hand to the center of his chest with a frown.

“Calm the fuck down, Malfoy,” he mutters. It’s a disproportionate reaction and he’s irritated with himself for it. It’s not as though it’s the first time. Or the tenth.

He pauses the game with a flick of his wand and makes his way to the door, through the archway that separates the TV room from the kitchenette. A quick look at the archway across the suite to make sure the bedroom is as he left it, and he’s at the door, taking a deep breath.

Potter’s grin is huge when Draco opens. He’s foregone all his team outwear, and is now in a familiar, worn leather jacket and a black sweater. His hair is wet, as though he rushed after his shower so he could get here quicker. Draco opens his mouth to say something, but before he figures out what, Harry pushes inside, turns around and presses him against the door, big hands gentle on Draco’s waist. Draco’s heart hasn’t gotten the “this isn’t the first or tenth time this happens,” memo, and is still running a marathon inside his chest, so he says nothing.

There’s a plastic bag in Potter’s hands. Dinner, probably, he usually brings dinner when they meet after a game. His wide smile reveals white teeth, a crooked canine that Draco knows is a baby tooth that never loosened. Round, stylish glasses cover the most intoxicating green eyes Draco has ever seen, and they’re shining with tonight’s victory. And Draco might be — definitely is — the world’s sorest loser, but he’s also the world’s biggest slut for Quidditch excellence, and he has it right here, holding him against his hotel room door.

“The game is the game?” Harry asks, amused, already leaning in, the hand on Draco’s waist moving to wrap the whole way around him and pull him close.

“Just some stupid phrase I’ve heard from a dickhead,” Draco answers, but the words hold the shape of a smile and are uttered right into a kiss there at the end.

It’s always a race at the start. They're both high from the game, still in that mindset, and it’s a competition to see who can undress quicker, who can make the other harder, who can earn the first moan and coax the first orgasm of the night. But after that first one, after Draco’s jaw aches dully and Potter is softening between his legs, everything slows down a little. Potter helps him up and they share the tacos Potter brought, watching the last minutes of the game they played earlier with Draco’s legs up on Potter’s lap, where he’s massaging his knees, his quads, making sure he’s not achy from kneeling for him.

“I really fucked that one up,” Potter comments. His tiny self on the screen just pulled out of an impossible dive at what looks like a 90 degree angle. He sounds earnest, which is the only reason Draco isn’t kicking him right in his beautiful face.

“I hate you so much. Only you would call that a fuck up.”

Potter hums, his massaging hands moving from Draco’s calf to his heel, his thumb pressing into his sole. On the screen, tiny Draco swerves a Bludger aimed to his head, and his teammate Owen is flying to him to make sure he’s alright.

“That guy is so into you,” Potter points out.

“I know. We fucked all through rookie year.”

Potter turns to look at him so fast it must hurt his neck. Draco raises an eyebrow, confused at the strong reaction.

“What?”

“I — I don’t know,” Potter says, suddenly sheepish. His hands haven’t stopped moving over Draco’s foot. Potter’s skin is dark, but Draco can still make out the blush spreading across his cheekbones. “Isn’t it weird? He’s a teammate.”

There’s something he’s not saying. It’s evident in the way he bites his bottom lip, in the way he obviously wants to look away but is too ridiculously brave to actually do it. Draco’s heart thumps inside his chest, so hard he’s sure it must be audible to Harry too.

They’ve never named this thing between them. The first time they did it, after the quarter finals one year before, with Potter’s ill advised kiss that ended with them fucking in the showers of the stadium after Potter had wiped the damn dust with Draco on the pitch, they agreed to keep it quiet, and that was the last they discussed of it. It’s going on fourteen months since then, and they’ve done it at least once a month, when the league brings them to nearby towns, and sometimes when it doesn’t and they take a quick midnight Portkey to each other to blow off some steam.

Draco had never in his life been as well-fucked as he’s been this past year, and he definitely doesn’t want to lose it. Potter’s always been honest and open with him, vocal in bed about how much he wants him, filthy in his occasional text messages when they’re apart, but he’s never given any indication that he wants anything other than exactly what they have.

“It’s not weird,” Draco says slowly, unsure of what to think of this exchange. “We stopped a while ago. I was clear that I didn’t want — that I’d rather we stayed friends and teammates, without any complications.”

“Right,” Potter says. He sounds relieved, and Draco feels like he’s three steps behind the conversation they’re having. He’s about to ask, but Potter’s fingers on his calf smooth over an old knot and he groans instead, letting his head fall back onto the couch cushion.

“That feels great,” he says, and Potter repeats the motion.

“Yeah. I think you pulled it when you made that X turn.”

The turn he made to try to beat him to the Snitch, he doesn’t say. How he had enough awareness to know Draco attempted it while diving for the Snitch himself is beyond comprehension, but Draco has long accepted that Potter is simply insane about the game. He notices everything, considers everything, takes every risk. If he weren’t a player himself, Draco knows he would be following Puddlemere and Harry wherever they played for the entire season, wearing a pale blue jersey with the number 7 on it.

“Probably,” Draco says, closing his eyes and groaning again when Harry keeps pressing the same point. After a moment, he feels something softer brushing his calf, and opens his eyes to find Harry bent over his leg, kissing a path up towards his knee. He can’t help the embarrassing little sound he makes, and Harry’s laugh is a puff against his skin as he keeps moving up, breath warm on the wet trail of his kisses up Draco’s thigh. In the background, the presenters are going crazy over a feint Harry pulled, the sound of the audience carrying all through the stadium and out of the TV speakers.

Harry has made his way high up and is kissing Draco’s birthmark, a brown, apple-sized beauty mark an inch below his groin when he lifts his head to ask, “Why didn’t you want to?”

Draco can’t believe he’s using his mouth to speak at that moment. He licks his lips, trying to make sense of the question.

“What? What are you even — ?” He tries to sit up a little, but Harry moves over him instead so they’re eye-level without Draco having to move at all.

“With Caddell. Why didn’t you want to keep seeing him?”

“Owen? Why the fuck are we talking about —,” Draco lets his head drop down onto the cushions again, a sigh punched out of him. Harry takes pity and leans forward to kiss him, lips soft over Draco’s, knowing exactly how to coax his kisses out of him the way he likes best.

“I just want to know,” Harry whispers against his lips. He’s breathless just from touching Draco, from rubbing his legs, from kissing him. Fuck, this is insane.

“I like him, but it wasn’t very exciting.” Draco says. He closes his eyes as Harry begins to kiss down his neck, and tries to really think about it, because he’s not even sure himself. “I wasn’t willing to risk our teamwork when what we had wasn’t even that … electric. I don’t know. This sounds insane.”

Harry shakes his head, his beard rubbing against Draco’s collarbone. “It doesn’t. I get it.” He bites on the delicate skin connecting neck and shoulder, licks a path down his chest. “I get electric.”

“Fuck yes you do,” Draco says, nonsensical, but he feels he can’t be blamed when Harry is brushing his lips over his nipples, broad hands moving around Draco’s body to secure a grip over his ass.

“Is this?” Harry asks, mouth nearing the V of Draco’s hips, the edge of the trail of hair leading to his crotch. “Electric?”

Draco swears, fingers running through Harry’s hair and finding a grip, hard. “If you don’t put your mouth on me right now I swear I — yes.”

He spreads his thighs to accommodate Harry between them, one hand gripping Harry’s hair and the other curled around the cushion over his head. It is electric, the way Harry knows exactly which buttons to push, sliding a finger inside him while keeping him on his tongue. He’s a prodigy in this too, the star player who knows every move in the playbook that is Draco’s body.

It feels like no time at all, no effort at all before Harry is pulling back, dragging Draco closer by the waist and working himself inside. The feel of it, the sound of them together, the look into Harry’s open gaze, his sweat dripping onto Draco’s chest and his hands underneath Draco’s back, holding him, pulling him onto him, have Draco nearing release almost too fast for his liking, but the night is young and it’s been so long that he lets himself go, a cord snapping in his core, eyes open as he watches Harry watch him come apart.

“Come on,” he says once he’s come down, lifting his hips, shifting his weight onto his shoulders. “Show me what you got, Potter.”

Harry groans and leans forward, kisses Draco’s jaw and his neck, and drives his hips faster. Draco wraps his arms around Harry’s back, moves with him as much as he can in the tight embrace, and remains close as Harry meets his own peak and tumbles down the edge.

They lie together for a couple minutes afterwards, panting into each other’s skins, basking in the afterglow.

“Some pro-athletes. We have the stamina of two eighteen year old virgins,” Draco mutters into Harry’s hair after a while, and feels Harry’s chest rumble with his laughter. The room is cast in the warm glow of the foot-lamp that stands beside the sofa they just fucked in, exactly like two eighteen year old virgins having the chance to touch for the first time in their lives.

Harry always goes boneless and slow after a good lay, so Draco eases him off his body with tenderness, a gentle hand to Harry’s chest, followed by a kiss.

“Let's go to bed, yeah?” He whispers.

Harry groans. “I don’t want to move.”

“That’s too bad, because I’m exhausted and I’m going to bed. Some idiot drove me to the ground on the pitch today.”

He stands up and shakes out his legs, testing the soreness of his muscles. There’ll be an ache tomorrow, but nothing he can’t handle.

Despite his complaint, Harry is already standing up too, coming up behind Draco, a hand finding its way to the flat of his belly, his forehead on Draco’s shoulder as though he can’t bear not to touch him for even a second.

“Bed it is,” he declares against the skin of Draco’s shoulder, sounding halfway asleep already. Draco huffs a laugh and pulls him towards the bedroom, pausing at the kitchenette to grab two glasses of water that he watches Harry drink in three gulps, a couple drops sliding down the sides of his mouth, into his beard and down his neck, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

“What?” He asks when he catches Draco watching him, and Draco shakes his head and pulls him to bed. He’s so handsome it’s genuinely upsetting sometimes. Draco thinks he’d throw a tantrum about it daily if it weren’t for the fact that he gets to touch him.

They try their best, but they don’t manage a second round before their eyes fall shut, tucked into each other like two hands cupped under a stream of water, tumbling into a satisfied, exhausted sleep.

Harry wakes him with a kiss before daybreak, the last of the night chilling the room and puckering Draco’s skin.

“Do you have to go already?” Draco asks, one eye still closed and a hand curled possessively around Harry’s bicep, not entirely on purpose.

Harry shakes his head, kisses him again with a gentleness that is meant to go nowhere but extend this kiss, warm and sweet.

“I thought we could talk.”

Draco is nodding before fully grasping the meaning, but even once he does he’s not tempted to back away. Must be the night, still cocooning them, must be Harry’s arms around him that are making him brave, but he’s not nervous anymore, not now that he’s remembered what they’re like, together.

“It is electric,” he says, suspecting that’s what Harry wants to talk about. “It’s always electric with you.”

The smile blooms slowly, lighting up Harry’s face from within, his beautiful eyes, unhidden this early in the morning, his glasses still on the bedside table. Harry sits up a little, clears his throat. It seems like he’s been gearing up for this, he’s squaring his shoulders the way he does before trying a dangerous feint, before performing a play that will have Draco biting dust. This insane, wonder of an athlete. Draco forces himself to shake the last of the sleep away, to focus on him, on what he wants to say.

“I know that … so many of us want you,” Harry starts. “On your team, on mine, the whole league, actually. But I —”

He looks like he’s stating an absolute truth, like he has irrefutable proof, and Draco is taken aback. He knows some of the guys find him attractive, but that’s not the same as being wanted. He shakes his head. “What? Where did you get that?”

“I’ve talked about it with the guys, but that’s not the point,” he adds hurriedly when he sees his eyes widen. Draco hasn’t said a word to anyone, not out of shame, but out of sureness that they were sneaking around, that they were making it a point to hide. Apparently, he was wrong. Harry continues, “What I want to say is … I know we’ve not agreed on anything, that you’re free to want others, be with whoever you want to be with. I thought that you knew where I stood, that if you weren’t saying anything it was because you didn’t want the same thing I did, but it’s been brought to my attention that if I’ve not made an honest offer, I can’t assume you’re saying no.”

Draco’s heart is hammering inside his chest, inside his throat. He doesn’t want to jump to conclusions, but if he’s right, it seems Harry is saying …

“I don’t want this to be a once a month thing. I want to bring you home, I want you to meet my family, and I want the guys to know that I’m saying no to all the people they set me up with because I’m taken and completely uninterested in anyone else. Are you … is that something you want, too? I know you might have better offers, but I – ”

The covers crinkle under Draco’s knees as he sits up, throws a leg over Harry’s body so he can fully sit on his lap and brings him forward by the neck.

“You beautiful idiot. What could be a better offer? Why would I care about any other offers when I have the best one right here?”

They’re kissing, and Harry’s gasping, and Draco’s frenzied heart pounds against his sternum. He nods into the kiss, feels dizzy with how much he wants what’s being offered. Fuck. There’s nothing he wants more.

Harry pulls back a little, whispers: “Does this mean we’re — ?”

“Yes, fuck. It’s — The game’s the game.”

“What — That doesn’t make any sense.”

“Shut up. It’s your quote.”

Then they’re laughing into a new kiss, and it’s not the first, or even the tenth time they’re together like this, but Draco’s heart still goes crazy for this man, for his unlimited talent, his openness, his electric company. Quarter finals are coming up, then semis, then they might meet again on the pitch and Draco might lose and throw a strop and want to tear the hair out of his head over the beautiful Quidditch Harry plays, and then they’ll get to go home and celebrate a victory. No matter who takes the trophy. That’ll be the game.

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#quidditch rivals but ohh they’re secret lovers bet NOBODY saw that coming #kinda unsure about the tone shift at the end but ITS LATE I’m sorry ok #I just wanted earnest Harry which is MY FAVORITW THING #drarry #drarry fic #Draco Malfoy #Harry Potter #my writing #mywriting

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uniteds · 1 year ago

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stuff that happened in the 2022/2023 football season that should send us into a coma but we’re too desensitized:

1. the whole ass world cup in the middle of the season. what was that

2. manchester united sacking ronaldo and announcing a sale of the club in the middle of the world cup

3. ronaldo getting dropped at the world cup and his replacement scoring a hattrick immediately after

4. keeping up with the belgians (world cup edition)

5. keeping up with the belgians (courtois saying he doesn’t respect kdb after stealing his missus)

6. ronaldo stans beefing with a little moroccan girl

7. the kingdom of saudi arabia buying newcastle united and then telling the premier league that they didn’t and the premier league going “oh okay if you say so”

8. megan thee stallion being romelu lukaku’s date to lautaro martinez’s wedding

9. pique cheating on shakira and then shakira releasing a diss track about it

10. shakira figuring out pique cheated on her because someone ate her strawberry jam and pique doesn’t eat strawberry jam

11. apparently the girl pique cheated on shakira with (clara) cheating on pique with pep

12. wagatha christie libel case

13. real madrid dropping a video accusing barcelona of fascism and the government of cataluyna getting involved

14. the pope coming out as a manchester united fan

15. the one napoli fan that basically made zielinski strip on the pitch

16. mount vesuvius park shutting down because napoli fans wanted to fake an eruption as a celebration

17. frank lampard taking everton into a relegation battle, getting sacked, and then taking chelsea into a relegation battle

18. on that note: chelsea were in a relegation scrap and finished 12th

19. mourinho lost his first ever european final to sevilla europa league black magic

20. whatever the fuck borussia dortmund did on the last day of the bundesliga season

21. anthony martial’s ex wife chasing his first wife down a french motorway with a baby in the passenger seat

22. psg suspending messi because he took an unsanctioned trip to saudi arabia and then unsuspending him two days later because they didn’t want people talking about geopolitics

23. the absolutely bizarre messi apology video released by psg

24. spurs refunding their fans’ tickets after being embarrassing

25. pep’s heartbreak over the fact julia roberts is a manchester united fan

26. chelsea scored one goal in the month of april

27. chelsea and spurs had six managers between them and won one match combined between march and april

28. mourinho fighting anthony taylor after the europa league final

29. milan derby in the ucl for the first time since 2005

30. luis enrique saying he’s cool with the spanish players having sex during the world cup as long as they’re not having orgies

31. luis enrique saying he doesn’t have sex anymore unless his wife wants to

32. man city charged with 115 counts of financial doping and trying to get the barrister in charge disqualified because he’s an arsenal fan

33. mourinho wire-taping himself to catch referees being corrupt

34. ryan reynolds and mac from it’s always sunny in philadelphia buying a football club and that football club getting promoted

35. pele died rip

36. women football awards sponsored by shein and klarna having a category for “male football ally of the year” and it’s just random men that went to one (1) women’s game

37. barcelona negreia case (how do you say calciopoli in catalan?)

38. infantino saying he feels gay, african, like a migrant worker, disabled, arab, and qatari

39. infantino saying he was oppressed as a child because he was ginger and italy is not safe for gingers

40. david alaba’s father in law getting arrested for being one the leaders of a far right group plotting to overthrow the german government

41. richarlison being tumblr’s it girl for a month and then not scoring a goal for the next four

42. juventus being in the middle of another corruption scandal and being docked points because of it

43. two teams getting investigated by the british government for playing football the weekend the queen died

44. gavi getting a yellow card in the first minute of a football match

45. pogba’s brother was arrested by french authorities for being part of a group-organized extortion attempt against pogba

46. richarlison getting a tattoo of neymar’s face and neymar paying him 30k to get it removed

47. iker casillas coming out, puyol implying they had a thing, and both of them retracting it in the most misha collins way possible.

48. sane and mane fight

49. zlatan retired from football

50. barca withholding about 50 million in wages from their players and somehow frenkie still didn’t want to join manchester united

#tp #there’s more but I can’t remember them #manchester united #and others

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Scandalous (Blitzø x Fem!Succubus!Reader x Stolas) [Helluva Boss] pt. 5 - Monster

How the mighty do fall. (Getting into a weird three-way situation with an imp and a succubus isn't exactly considered classy, Stolas)

If they’re only with him as prisoners, what kind of monster does that make him?

pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3 | pt. 4 | pt. 5 | 1st bonus | pt. 6 | pt. 7 | pt. 8 | pt. 9 | 2nd bonus

Warnings: mentions of sex as usual, some depressing thoughts, slight mention of an abusive relationship (stella), you guys ready for a time jump? this happens after the season 1 finale. don't worry we'll find out what happens during that in a later chapter! a lot of the dialogue here comes straight from the show. this is all solely in stolas' pov!!

Word count: 6,005

Stolas almost wishes he’d have the guts to kick the two demons out after they were done with the… activities agreed upon.

He almost wishes they’d see themselves out immediately after, not leaving him a single, mere second to get used to their presence. He almost wishes their talk of not staying the night weren’t so empty, the promise broken by a simple plea for them to stay. He almost wishes he’d have the willpower to refrain himself from pleading. He almost wishes they had never let him have a taste of feeling their weight on his mattress next to his own body or to their body heat keeping him warm under his fancy bedsheets, to begin with. He almost wishes they’d never let him have an insight into how a life as their lover could be like, waking up to their half-dressed bodies still lazily holding onto his in some way in the morning.

Then again, Stolas is a hypocrite. A self-aware one at that, too.

Because he could intervene and he could stop all of these things from happening. He could tell them they had to go. He could not ask them to stay. He could never see them again. Because he’d been the one to propose they start this complicated situation they all found themselves in and he was the only one, really, who could realistically put an end to it, given they still needed their part of the deal. Because he could have done it a long while ago, cut the problem at its roots, stopped himself from falling, never have pushed them into this, and he’s well aware of it. He never really did, though.

He should have.

As the months went by, the more Stolas’ feelings- real, scary, romantic feelings- grew. And, with it, the more he started to see their arrangement in a different light. Back when he didn’t care all that much, he didn’t really think it through. They wanted something of his, he wanted something from them. It seemed fair and simple in his mind at the time.

But he cares now. And at times it makes him feel disgusting. What was he thinking, anyway, tying them to himself against their will? Sure, they agreed when they could have denied it. But then again, he held the power in all of this. He had the book and they needed it badly. They’d probably do whatever he wanted for it.

The thought had started to make him sick.

If they’re only with him as prisoners, what kind of monster does that make him?

He buries those thoughts and conceals those feelings whenever he sees the two, making place for the momentary happiness that comes with their visits, but it eats him alive.

He hadn’t seen either of them in a while, ever since… what happened at Ozzie's. He’d texted both Blitzo and y/n the day after that, and, upon receiving a disappointing one-letter text in reply from the imp and a nicer, but still dry and impersonal one from the succubus, he didn’t know why he still expected more than that.

Then again, he’d never really looked at the situation through a lens other than his own. Why should he expect anything? It wasn’t their fault that he cared about them beyond the sexual nature of their relationship when their agreement ended at that.

The whole divorce ordeal was coming close to making him lose his mind. When he announced he wanted a divorce, he thought that would be enough. He’d even felt bad about how he did all of that in front of Stella’s friends, how he embarrassed her.

But the aftermath of it reminded him of how that’s all she used to do to him, over and over again, and now she wasn’t accepting the idea all that well, seen as she still stayed around the palace, as if nothing had changed.

It annoyed him to no end.

“I cannot do this anymore, I want you out. Now.”

“What do you mean… ‘out’?”

“I mean out! Out of this palace. Out of my life. We are getting the divorce.”

“How dare you? What do you think the rest of the Goetia family will think? And Andrealphus-” Stella raised her hand, surely to slap him the face. It wasn’t something she did often, but Stolas couldn’t say it had never happened before. He’d allowed it, then, deeming himself deserving of it.

He wouldn’t allow it this time. Never again.

Stopping her made him realize how easily he could have done it all those other times, had he had the courage to. Announcing the divorce had unknowingly been the first step he needed to find the guts to begin standing up for himself. It was scary, but it was thrilling, at the same time. “I don’t care what your arrogant brother thinks!And the only thing the Goetia family wanted from our marriage is already seventeen, so it’s over. I’m done.”

Stolas knew what he did, and he knew Stella wouldn’t forgive him for it. He could only ever hope Via could, someday, understand. Still, he supposed what was in his power now that he had done it was to not let things fall into what they were before. He couldn’t have gotten things so messy for nothing.

He didn’t even know what to think of the fact that he just couldn’t feel bad for what he’d done. Things were falling apart, and as much as he wished all of this didn’t affect Via, he didn’t regret it, now that it was done. In fact, he was relieved. Because he couldn’t go back now.

And he was fine with not wanting to.

So no more pretending to be fine, no more putting everyone else’s wishes before his own.

… It’s easier said than done when that’s all you’ve ever known.

[. . .]

Stolas woke up with a headache. Fuck, it was moving day.

Well, for Stella, that is. And she wasn’t moving, per se. She had moved out the same night he demanded that she did, but every single day after that she’d come over to the palace again, claiming to have forgotten something she so desperately needed.

The night before, he’d had enough of it, making sure to pull whatever strings he could to have all of her things out of his home by the end of the next day.

So he woke up early, with a pounding headache, put on his robes, and walked himself straight to the front door, not stopping to get himself breakfast as he usually did. He could already hear some commotion. Good, at least people were already there to start on getting her absurd amount of belongings. Maybe they’d be done early enough that he could enjoy the rest of the day. Honestly, all Stolas had been longing for was a peaceful day.

It was quickly proven to him that this wasn’t going to be one of those.

As soon as he laid his foot on the first floor, the phone started ringing, and a servant ran over to bring it to him. He let out a sigh. Stella, surely.

He was right.

[. . .]

The phone call was going on half an hour with no signs of ending any time soon, when Via walked in.

It was hard to properly talk to her when Stella was whining on the other side of the call, so he deemed it better to dismiss her and have a conversation when he and her mother were done yelling at each other. “Darling, can we not talk about this now? Your mother is being a real B-I-T-C-H.”

Stella yelled incoherent insults at him for that. “Well how was I supposed to know you can spell? I’ve never seen you read!”

About an hour later, only a couple minutes after finally being able to hang up the phone, it rang again. He let out a groan in annoyance. Did she ever, ever shut up?

He picked the phone up again, ready to curse at her when a voice came through first- one that wasn’t hers.

“Heyyy, Stolas, so, your daughter came by, took your book and teleported off to who-the-fuck-knows-where and we have no way of getting either of them back. Okay? Okay, good talk. Byyee!” Blitzø blurted it all out at once before hanging up abruptly.

What. The actual. Fuck.

In an instant, Stolas was there, in his full demon form without having even noticed he’d changed into it, angry beyond he’s ever been at the imp.

“BLITZ!”

“Heeeyy, Stolas,” Blitzo tried (and failed miserably) to act nonchalant, earning angry looks from his employees.

Stolas turned back into his normal self, now worried more than anything, pacing back and forth on the reception floor as he tried to assimilate the situation. “How could this happen? Do you just let anyone waltz into your office and grab infinitely powerful artifacts?” He shouted. “Why would she do this? How are we supposed to find her? Where would she go?”

Blitzo’s daughter, Loona, tried sniffing around. Was it even possible that she’d be able to smell that? Apparently, she was successful, as she announced… “Well, it reeks of urine and desperation, so-”

“L.A.?” y/n asked, interrupting her. She seemed to be hoping she was wrong.

Loona confirmed with a nod. ‘L.A.”

Stolas didn’t understand exactly how she’d managed to do that, or even why y/n knew immediately where she was talking about just from those disgusting things she’d said about the place- that place must be awful. The thought only got him more worried, come to think of it. How was Via going to deal with a place that seemed to be so terrible in a realm she’d never visited?

Stolas tilted his head to the side. “What is this ‘L.A.’ place like?”

“It’s not that different from here. She’ll be fine, I’m sure,” y/n tried to reassure him. It didn’t work all that much.

He grimaced in preoccupation as he conjured a portal.

Blitzø was the last to walk through it. “Alright, Loona, let’s make this quick. In and out before anyone notices we’re here.” He looked around, taking the view in. “Oh, this doesn’t look much different from Hell.”

“I told ya,” y/n tells him.

“Alright, well, let’s get to work. Loony, sniff!”

“How am I supposed to smell anything in this city?”

“Can’t you even do one thing right?” Moxxie complained, annoyed.

“Can't you finally do something about how fat you are?” The hellhound retorted.

“I’m not!”

Blitzø joined the conversation. “You know, it wouldn't kill ya to put a salad in your body every now and then.”

“What? But I'm not fat! I’m not!”

Great. He had no idea where Via was and the people supposed to help him find her were arguing about… whatever that was.

Blitzø climbed on top of a dumpster, grabbing a megaphone from satan-knows-where and talking into it. “Now! First things first, if we’re gonna do this the old-fashioned way, we’re gonna need disguises.”

Okay, now that Stolas could do. In an instant, he morphed into his human form, as did Loona and y/n, making Millie clap, amused at their abilities. He still couldn’t fathom the fact that the other three imps didn’t have real human disguises, and apparently just walked around the human realm as they were.

Stolas could almost swear Blitzø looked amused as well, but it only lasted a second. Maybe he’d imagined it. He didn’t dwell on it- there was no time for anything other than finding his baby.

“No chance you could conjure us a couple of those… can ya?” Blitzø asked him.

“Sadly, no. I’m afraid without my Grimoire my powers are just a tad limited in the human world,” Stolas explained.

Blitzø scoffed. “What, you can’t memorize your fucking spells?”

“Oh, your memory’s so great? What’s his phone number?” Stolas motioned at Moxxie.

“Fuck you.”

Stolas smiled, content that he’d gotten his point across. “Eeeeexactly.”

As they all walk out of the alley they were in, Stolas grabs himself a pair of red-tinted sunglasses that he puts on his head, where his second pair of eyes would be. Yeah, that feels better. He watches as y/n grabs a pair too- purple heart-shaped ones- and pays for both. Where she’d gotten human money he didn’t know, but he found it endearing that she would spend it on their glasses when she could have just walked out with them.

They continue on their way- which Stolas admittedly didn't know exactly to where, when y/n stops walking, asking them to wait. She’s turned around now, talking to Millie while Moxxie talked to a funny-looking human man.

“What’s he doing?”

Moxxie hisses at Millie as she tries to take whatever it was he was holding from him. She sighs. “Look we’ll find ya, alright? I’ll just stick around so he doesn't do anything stupid.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, we can handle ourselves. Right?”

“Right.” Y/n turns back around, cueing for everyone to keep walking.

“You worry too much,” Blitzø remarks.

“Oh shut the fuck up. Let’s find you something to wear.”

“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”

Stolas shared a look with her. “Blitz, you’re not exactly… passing as a human right now.”

“And whose fault is that?” He jabs at Stolas.

Y/n rolls her eyes at the comment, grabbing both demons by the hand and dragging them around until they found a shop she deemed useful.

She grabbed some cash and gave it to Blitzø , sending him on his way inside the store, opting to wait outside. Stolas decided it would be best if he did the same. He tapped his foot nervously on the sidewalk as they waited and tilted his head to the side when Blitzø walked out the door with human clothes and gigantic costume ears to conceal his horns. Perhaps not changing would’ve brought less attention to him.

“Now that’s disturbing,” Stolas pointed out.

Blitzo looked like he was about to say something in return, but wasn’t able to- someone started yelling beside them. “Ahh! Look everyone! It’s Hollywood star, Brannon Ragers!”

“What?” Y/n asked no one in particular.

“The fuck is a Brandon Rager- ohh,” Blitzø looked up behind himself, and the two demons did the same. Ohh, indeed. There it was, a billboard, huge as can be, with a guy’s- well, apparently Brannon Ragers’ face on it. The similarity between that guy and whatever was going on with Blitzo’s appearance right now was uncanny.

Stolas’ eyes widened. “Oh, dear.” If they didn’t want attention then, now things were getting so, so much worse.

A hoard of fans quickly surrounded Blitzø, to the point of almost suffocating him, as they asked for selfies or autographs or simply smothered him to the ground trying to hug him. “Millie! Where the fuck are you and your whorebag husband?” Stolas could hear him scream, but couldn’t for the life of him see him in the middle of so many people.

“Can you do something about this?” He asked y/n, unsure if either of them should even do anything.

“I mean, technically I could wipe ‘em out but I don't think we want that, do we?”

No, definitely not.

As the three of them tried to push their way into the crowd to get to Blitzø, someone blew a whistle, which made Loona’s ears hurt and caused everyone else to pay attention to whoever had done it- apparently, some guy with ugly glasses brandishing a diploma from ‘cinephile university’, whatever that meant.

Satan, this place was so much more chaotic than Hell was.

It worked, though- the crowd dispersed, and Blitzø was released from someone’s grip, getting dropped face-first onto the sidewalk. Some other guy made his way over to him. “Mr. Ragers, we’ve been looking for you everywhere! You were supposed to be on set an hour ago!” As he spoke, two other guys, assumedly bodyguards, grabbed Blitzø up from the ground, holding him by his arms.

“The fuck are you talking about?” Blitzø questioned.

“Shit, they think he’s that weirdo from the billboard,” Stolas heard y/n tell Loona.

“Your guest spot on ‘Sweetie, I’m in The House”! We’re taping tonight. Now, hurry up and get in the car.”

“Oh, no, no, no, no, no, I’m not going anywhere with you, jizz biscuit,” Blitzø flipped him off.

The guy didn’t seem bothered at all. “Very funny, Mr. Ragers. Now get in the car-” was he- was he making cat noises at him? “Come on, boy, come on,” he kept on, apparently trying to bribe him with fruit snacks, which only made everything so much more confusing. Was this Brannon Ragers guy flat-out stupid?

“Get your fucking hands off me!” Blitzø tried to release himself from the two bodyguards’ grip, but was unsuccessful, only making things worse for himself. “Loona, Stolas, y/n, a little help here?” He called out, now being forcefully dragged. His fake ears came off, but it didn't even faze anyone there. Humans are weird.

“Oh, shit,” y/n muttered. Apparently, like Stolas, she’d imagined Blitzø would have been able to get himself out of that situation, but things were going out of control now.

Stolas had to think, and fast. The crowd was going wild again, so he used his height as an advantage, the only one out of the three who could actually see over people. “Excuse me, sir, uhhhh” Shit, if they left Blitzø alone, who knew where they would take him? “I’m…. Mr. Ragers’ agent!” He found himself exclaiming. “I don’t believe you can just-” Yet another bodyguard simply grabbed him off the floor, taking him with them with no effort. That got him distracted for a second. “Oh, you are strong!”

“No! What the fuck are you doing?” Y/n yelled after him, which was fair. He hadn’t really put much thought into what he’d done. No use thinking about it now that he and Blitzø were getting aggressively thown into the back of a van.

It only took a couple seconds for Stolas to realize what that meant- how was he going to look for Octavia from there?

“Blitz, we don’t have time for this. Via could be anywhere… She could be in danger.”

For a second, Blitzø looked worried too, until it seemed he’d had an idea. “Don’t worry, I’m on it.” He punched the window so he could stick his head out of it, looking for Loona and y/n. “You two! Go find Via! We’ll catch up soon!”

He was met with a middle finger from both of them.

“Yeah! Way to be a team!” He yelled out, getting himself back into the van. “She’s in great hands.”

Stolas let himself smile weakly. He didn’t know if that was true, but he wanted to believe it- after all, Loona had been able to track Via up here, and y/n was sure to do the best she could.

[. . .]

As they got to what apparently was their destination- Starstruck Studios, as it read- Blitzø was dragged around the set, barely able to keep up to what they were doing to him. They styled his fake hair, poked his eyes with something, applied heavy makeup on him- which, for some reason, did nothing to conceal his obvious red skin, and gave him a pat on the back, telling him he was ready and would be on in five. At some point during all of that, Stolas was handed what could be anywhere between 10 and 600 water bottles.

“What? Five what? I can’t be in a sitcom.”

“Should’ve had an ego crisis before signing the contract,” the producer guy mocked him.

Stolas took a good look at him. He looked nervous. He killed people for a living, was on the brink of getting killed every single day, and this was making him nervous.

“I- I- I- I- I don’t even know the fucking lines, idiot!”

“Well, that’s why god invented teleprompters.”

Stolas hardly believed teleprompter could ever be described as a creation of god’s, but sure. Blitzø looked like he was on the verge of collapsing. Stolas tried to help out. “Shouldn't he rehearse or something?”

“No can do, we’re live in 10… 9…-” They guy started counting out, and with each second that passed Blitzø seemed to spiral even more.

“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, I- I- I can’t do this! No, not again.” He began pacing back and forth around the room. “I- I haven’t performed since-”

Alright, time to be the level-headed one.

Stolas walked towards him. “Blitz, if your performance on stage is half as good as it is in bed, you’ll leave them… breathless,” he cooed, satisfied at the gulp he could see the imp take when he whispered the last word, free hand running over his throat.

But no more time for that. He pushed Blitzø towards the stage. “Now hurry up and wow them so we can get back to finding Via!” Blitzø stopped at the door in front of him, and Stolas opened it, pushing him again, this time right onto the stage. “Break a leg, darling!”

Suddenly, the lights were on. The crowd wasn’t huge, but there was a considerable amount of people there to watch the live recording. The actor who was already sitting on the couch delivered the first line. “Well if it isn’t our neighbor, Ronney! You feel that earthquake earlier?”

Blitzø looked terrified. Oh, no. “Say something,” Stolas urged him in a whisper from behind the camera.

Someone thankfully got him the teleprompter. He looked like he was barely present as he read his line from the screen. “Oh, yeah. Yeah! That was just… my wife… rolling out of bed.”

Stolas looked at the audience, worried no one would laugh at the joke. If no one laughed at his joke Blitzø might as well collapse. He was relieved when they started laughing. Blitzø, in turn, was beyond relieved- his eyes were almost sparkling with joy. He’d made people laugh!

Granted, they might have only done so because of the big signs telling them to, but Blitzø didn’t need to know that. Whatever was going on, it seemed to put him in a much better place, as he no longer looked like he was halfway through spiraling. It granted him the courage to keep on and even improvise.

“Yeah! Yeah, and then that bitch hit her head on the way down and shattered her skull!”

Stolas didn’t even register the crowd’s reaction this time. He’d forgotten Blitzø is a performer. He couldn’t contain a laugh.

Blitzø went on. “There was blood everywhere. Peed her pants,” Stolas was full on giggling now, though it took him a second to realize people had only now started laughing along. How did they not find this funny? No matter.

Why did Blitzø even kill people anyway when this is what he’s supposed to do? He’s funny and- and… Blitzø winked at him, and immediately Stolas could feel his cheeks burn, downing some of the many water bottles he was holding to cool himself down.

Where was he? Oh, right. He was funny and interesting and charming. Why had he given up performing? Perhaps Stolas could ask him about it at a later time.

The material of the show certainly wasn’t helping much. After a while, things were getting repetitive and, frankly, boring. And Stolas could see he was definitely not the only one who thought so, as the guy on his right had left the place altogether and the one on his left had literally fallen asleep.

Was this shoot ever going to end?

Blitzø’s character was rambling to the ugly tiny dog they’d brought in about it being the fifth couch he’d ruined that year. “You know, maybe it's time I find you a new home, one that can put up with your attitude.”

A little girl walked into the set for the first time since the scene had started. “I can take him, Mr. Ronney! I’d be happy to adopt old Ugie and give him all the attention he needs!”

The crowd let out an ‘aw’ at the scene, everyone a little more interested now. Okay, good, it sounded like the episode was coming to an end, finally.

Blitzø held on to the dog’s collar, kneeling on the floor in front of it. “Yeah… yeah, maybe you should adopt.”

Oh, no, what was going on? Blitzø looked lost in thought, an unreadable look taking over his features. It didn’t look like a good sign at all.

“No. No, no, no, you can’t have her!” Her? “She’s mine and I love her!” Now that didn’t seem like acting. His expression was that of worry.

He was right back to spiraling.

“But Mr. Ronney, you gotta let me have the puppy. You’ve just gotta!” The kid tried salvaging the scene.

Blitzø full-on hissed at her, shoving her away. “Don’t you touch her, you little anal fissure!”

Yep, he was definitely not doing well, whatever it was that suddenly caused this. Stolas found himself stuck, debating whether he should go there and do something.

The crowd laughed at what Blitzø said, which had been good before, but it was terrible timing now. “Oh, you think this is funny, assholes? She’s not fit to be a mother! I saw her doing lines of coke in her dressing room!”

“Hey, maybe-” Stolas tried talking to the cameraman, but was interrupted by the commotion of the bodyguards from earlier trying to get to Blitzø and contain him.

Bad idea for them, but they didn’t know that yet.

Another actress tried, once again, to salvage the scene, which was bonkers. What was there to even salvage after this? “Now, uh, Ronney, I think maybe you should-” she tried taking the dog from him, which was clearly the wrong move here. He pushed her onto the ground, her wig even falling off in the process.

“No! You can’t have my baby, bitch! I’ll never get rid of her!” Oh. This was about Loona. He took out his gun, swinging it around. One of the bodyguards tried tackling him to the ground- wrong move again. Without a second to think, Blitzø shot him in the head, still holding the dog as he did so.

And then it was chaos.

In a couple seconds, Blitzø had already shot at least four people, and many more were coming to try to stop him.

Yeah, time to do something, Stolas. “I’m coming, Bliiitzz-” he exclaimed, tripping over himself on the way to the commotion. He tried making his way into it, excusing himself, but to no use. Grabbing the last water bottle left on him, he threw it on someone as a last attempt.

For… some reason… it worked. He didn’t even want to know what was in this place’s water, because the moment it touched the producer guy’s skin, it started burning its way right off, which was disturbing, but also wildly convenient at the moment. In an instant, the entire set was engulfed by fire, chaos running free as people screamed and ran around aimlessly. One guy almost tripped Stolas, and the prince would certainly have fallen if Blitzø didn’t grab him by the hand, pulling him up to stand again.

“Alright, let’s go find our daughters,” Blitzø announced. The sight was one for the books, in Stolas’ humble opinion- he stood, holding him in place, shirt quite literally ripped open and gun in his hand, looking fiercely into the distance. The fake hair was a little distracting, but oh was this working for him.

Focus, Stolas! He snapped himself right out of it as they walked out.

“So, what happened back there… it was about Loona, wasn’t it?”

“I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“Oh, that’s fine.” They both stayed in silence for a couple minutes, as Blitzø dragged Stolas around the streets. “Where are we going?”

“Well, where do goth teenage daughters go?” Blitzø showed him his phone screen as he tried to look for Not Topic on his maps app, but it kept suggesting to him this place called Hot Topic, which was a stupid knock-off name for a store. “If we could just find where-”

A portal appeared right in front of them, startling them both. Loona walked through it first.

“Oh, Loona, my sweet baby girl! I’m so sorry! I’ll never replace you no matter what you-” Blitzø ran up to Loona, meaning to hug her. She wasn’t having it, literally kicking him off of her. Stolas was startled by that, not used to this kind of… affection. “You’re good,” was all she said.

“Dad, I’m so sorry,” Octavia started, looking at the ground as if embarrassed at herself.

Stolas threw himself onto her immediately, shifting out of his human form and interrupting her with a hug. “I’m just relieved you’re okay! But what could possess you to do such a thing? You know I haven’t taught you spells like this yet.”

“I just wanted to see the stars you promised.”

“The stars?” Stolas looked around, confused. He gasped when he realized what Via meant. “Anathoths’s tears! Oh, no, my dear, sweet Via, I am so-”

Octavia was the one to interrupt him with a hug this time, holding him tight. “I know, dad. It’s okay. You’re here now.”

He smiled, holding her closer to his chest, relieved.

“Thank you,” he told y/n, holding a hand of hers in his for a brief second, to show his gratitude was sincere. “For finding her. And keeping her safe.”

Blitzø turned to face her too. “S´ppose I should say thank you too or whatever.” He eyed the two holding hands with a weird expression, and it made them withdraw them in an instant.

“Where would the two of you be without me?” Y/n quipped, trying to lessen the awkwardness of whatever had just happened.

“Okay, don’t flatter yourself too much now,” Blitzø feigned annoyance, but clearly tried to fight a smile. He tried to hug Loona again, but she slapped him across the face with the Grimoire. She didn’t look irritated though. Stolas realized it really was her weird way of showing affection.

Some sort of colorful shooting stars appeared in their sight but it was as if they were coming from the ground and going through some sort of explosion when they hit the night sky. Weird. Stolas had never seen those in his books.

It was pretty, nonetheless.

“What the fuck is that?” Loona questioned, seemingly also enamored by them.

“My acting career,” Blitzø replied bitterly.

“They’re called fireworks,” y/n explained to them.

“Fireworks?” Stolas questioned, intrigued. He kept forgetting how much she knew about this realm, and he almost felt inadequate when he was reminded of it. But he’d ask more about them later.

Now, he was watching the stars with his daughter.

“Ooh, Look at that one! Did you see that one?” Via asked, excited, and his heart swelled. He’d live in this moment forever if he could.

“Now, where the fuck are M&M?” Blitzø questioned, which disturbed the moment a bit, but he supposed it was a fair question. Where were the other imps all day?

“Last Mills told me they were…” y/n took out her phone, re-reading the texts sent between them, “‘singing a love-song duet for money’,” she paraphrased.

“Well that makes no sense. Hold on.” Blitzø took out his own phone, texting Millie. She replied within the second.“They’re… still at the alley, apparently.”

“I’ll conjure them a different portal,” Stolas tells them all, waving his hand and conjuring one of his own. “We should return now.”

[. . .]

Back at the palace, Stolas tried to make things seem normal. “So, was your visit to the human realm eventful, at least, sweetheart?”

“Oh, not that much. I spent the whole day trying to find some place where I could see the stars. Turns out you can't really see the stars from there.”

Stolas’ mood deflated. Via noticed. “It’s fine though. I took some cool pictures and we got to see the fireworks!”

“I am really sorry I missed Anathoth’s tears, my sweet Via. I really am.”

“I know you are. I talked to Loona. And Y/n.”

“Whatever about?”

“Well they said you’re not perfect. And you fuck up sometimes. Which is true. But they also said you’re trying, and you’re making an effort. And I can see that now. That’s good for me.”

Stolas couldn’t find his words for a couple of seconds. “...I’m glad it is, darling.”

“I like her.”

“Who?”

“Y/n. As much as I don't like that you… you know. She’s not that bad, I guess.”

“And Blitzø?”

“Don’t push it, dad. That’s all you’re getting from me. I’m gonna go to bed now, alright?” She walked over to him, kissing his cheek. “G´night, dad!”

“Goodnight, Octavia.”

As soon as she was out of sight, he broke down.

How awful of him, to be so absorbed in his own chaotic life that he didn’t remember, didn’t notice.

What kind of father was he?

Was he really the kind to let his daughter think that him fucking up all the time was okay? That it was enough because he was trying?

Stolas wished to be a father who was there. Who didn’t fuck up. A father who remembered important things and didn’t dismiss his own daughter when she was trying to talk to him about them. A father who didn’t ever have to worry about her being in danger because he paid attention, and prevented her from getting herself into dangerous situations.

Amidst his own drama, he’d forgotten to be a father altogether.

How selfish. How awful. How disgusting.

Perhaps whatever it is he had with the two demons did have to end, he reflected. At least in the way it currently stood.

He had obligations more important than spending his time worrying about whether his feelings were requited, analyzing their behavior for a sliver of hope, tending to their times of need.

He’d had the time to think of himself, but it seemed he couldn’t trust himself to do so without forgetting to think of others all around.

And now it was time to think about Octavia.

He had to be a parent, and if he was unable to do it right while his life was a mess, then he was solving that mess altogether.

He’d deal with the consequences later, and if it shattered him, then so be it.

[. . .]

Stolas tapped his foot on the floor as he waited, catching himself inspecting the feathers in his forearm and trying to resist the urge to try and pluck some, more to not make a mess out of the room than to stop the harm of it. For better or for worse, the bandage around his unhealed arm made it impossible to do it without causing excruciating pain.

The huge door was pulled open in front of him, and he stood up from the couch in the waiting room.

“Stolas!” Amodeus called, opening his arms to greet him. “Hey there, birdy babe. Haven’t seen you since you crashed my club.” Stolas grimaced at the memory, following the Sin into his office. “How you been?” Ozzie closed the door behind them, leading him inside. He let out a laugh. “Still getting your kink on with my girl and that feisty imp?”

This was going to be uncomfortable. Stolas let out a nervous laugh, trying to calm himself down before he can get to what he wants to say.

But he’s doing this. He’s giving them the crystal and setting them free. Free to make a choice, whatever that choice ends up being.

Stolas almost hopes they will choose him. No, he fully does.

But that’s not his call to make.

Yeah, he’s doing this.

“Well, um, that’s actually what I’m here about.”

A/N: first bonus chapter comes tomorrow or the day after that! look out for it it has a little hint of something we'll find out in a later chapter <3 i hope you guys like this one, i'm a little self-conscious abt it but it's exactly what i intended it to be so.

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fillinforlater · 1 year ago

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Masterlist No. 1 to 50

Here are my first 50 fics in order by release, starting with my debut. When you scroll down, you can find a lot of crazy other stories like and unlike it. Some of them have more than two idols. Feel free to back read whatever you like. You can also go through the rest of my NMS:

One-Shot Masterlist

Series Masterlist

IZ*ONE Masterlist

(Fic span: 13th September 2021 - 7th June 2022)

Castle of A Thousand Spiders - ft. Eunbi

Dazed - ft. Yeji, Yoojung

Say It Again - ft. Yerin

Commitment - ft. Dahyun

Classmating - ft. Minju

Welcome aboard, human - Spaceship: Horizon - Prologue

Unexpected ft. Hitomi - Spaceship: Horizon - Part 1

Cumming Home ft. Mina (TWICE) - Spaceship: Horizon - Part 2

Lawless ft. SinB, Eunha - Spaceship: Horizon - Part 3

Lucid Dream I ft. Giselle - Spaceship: Horizon - Interlude

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Healing ft. JiU - Spaceship: Horizon - Part 4

Lazy but Laid - ft. Luda - Spaceship: Horizon - Part 5

The Star in Space - ft. Sakura - Spaceship: Horizon - Season Finale

Commas, Colons, Cumming - ft. Eunha, Umji

Four Cherries - ft. Chaewon, Mina, Sana, Minju

Ominous Oracle - Spaceship: Horizon - Prologue 2

Legendary Cookies - ft. Yuri, Sakura, Eunbi, Hyewon, Minju

Loathing Love: Lucky Loser ft. Hyewon, Eunbi

Cumforting ft. Minju (Sequel to Classmating)

Snake Invasion ft. Sana (Quickie: Phone Part 1)

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The Smart Duck ft. Yena - Spaceship: Horizon - Part 6

Bunny Upside Down ft. Nayeon (Quickie: Phone Part 2)

Loathing Love: Liable Lady ft. Eunbi, Hyewon

Angel of Infinity +0 ft. Minju (Quickie: Phone Part 3)

Angel of Infinity +1 ft. Minju, Tzuyu (Quickie: Phone Part 4)

Angel of Infinity +2 ft. Minju, Yiren, Tzuyu (Quickie: Phone Part 5)

A Collection for a Special Date: Part I ft. Minju

A Collection for a Special Date: Part II ft. Minju (fluff)

A Collection for a Special Date: Part III ft. futa!Minju

Not-So-Cute ft. Jiheon - Spaceship: Horizon - Part 7

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Scandal ft. Dahyun (Quickie)

Hot Helping Hands ft. Momo, Chaeyoung (Quickie)

Eleven to One: Impossible Taming ft. Ahn Yujin (Eleven to One Universe)

Changer ft. Xiaoting (Quickie)

The Neighborhood knows ft. Minju (Quickie)

Eleven to One: Easily Tempted ft. Yujin, Minju (Quickie) (Eleven to One Universe)

Plank ft. Heejin - Spaceship: Horizon - Part 8

Needy. Greedy. Breedy ft. Minju (Collab)

[The one] who won [?] ft. Gaeul, futa!Chaehyun, futa!Dayeon

Let It All Out ft. Somi (Quickie)

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Eleven to One: Into the Next ft. Yujin, Eunbi (Collab) (Eleven to One Universe)

In Vino Veritas ft. Heejin (Quickie)

Carry a Stranger ft. Yoojung (Quickie)

Energy Restored ft. Jeongyeon (Phone: Part 6)

[These] two [won] too ft. Chaehyun!, Dayeon!, Mashiro, Xiaoting, ChoiYujin!, Gaeul, AhnYujin, Rei! (Kep1er & IVE)

Eleven to One: Mandatory Lesson ft. Yujin (Collab) (Eleven to One Universe)

Revelation in a Shower ft. Gowon

Loathing Love: Lusty Loop ft. Hyewon, Yuri

LOYAnaL ft. Chaewon, Winter (Quickie)

Labyrinth of the Six ft. E:U, Sihyeon, Aisha vs Yoohyeon, Sua, Gahyeon

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GO BACK TO THE MAIN MASTERLIST POST

#kpop smut #female idol smut #girl group smut #male reader insert

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my-moo-moo · 4 months ago

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cheerbreeding

The Seaside Storks’ journey from obscurity to champions is the story that will be remembered in college football history. Their meteoric rise in the ranks is not the only notable story coming from Seaside. The accompanying cheerleaders that provided unwavering support to the team also brought in quite a bit of buzz themselves.

It’s hard to miss the Seaside Storks’ cheerleading team, not because of their matching bright cobalt blue uniforms, but by their bare rounded stomachs, in various stages of pregnancy. Yes you heard right, all of the squad was visibly impregnated by the final game. It caught some first time viewers by surprise, but you wouldn’t have blinked an eye if you’ve been following these underdogs since the start of the season.

The cheerleaders have been providing a morale boost to the footballers in an ingenious way. Multiple times during a game, the football players would run to the sidelines, bend the cheerleaders over and slip under their short pleated skirts to vent out their frustrations. A couple minutes later, they would come back out on the field rejuvenated and invigorated to bring home points for the team. They also put a new meaning to bench warmers: resting teammates would often have a cheerleader to themselves tending to their fatigue and warming their cocks. It’s rumored they would attend the training sessions to provide support as well. It’s no wonder the last few cheerleaders who hadn’t gotten pregnant began swelling up by November.

Seaside does not hide away from their team’s predicament, instead highlighting the girls’ fecund bellies with their signature itty bitty pleated skirt and bikini tie-front top that barely hold in their developing bosoms. Their gravid forms do not stop them from fulfilling their more traditional role as cheerleader either. They manage to lead spirited chants and pull off synchronized dance routines just as well as any other team, all while flaunting their hypnotizing bare bellies.

One would assume that their scandalous public antics would draw criticism, instead they have captured a new group of audience who have gotten invested in the sideline steaminess. Excitement was built upon watching new pregnancies announced and pre-existing pregnancies progress with each game of the season. Seeing as the football team were also leading in the rankings, maybe they are onto something with this ingenious set up.

One of the biggest stories of the football season was the chemistry between the star quarterback Chavez and the lead cheerleader Holland. The hunky, almost 7 foot player was a beast on the field and an even more passionate lover towards the petite cheerleader. His intimidating looks turned into endearment with his tradition of rubbing her belly before the game and lifting her in a dramatic kiss at the end of a win.

As early as the beginning of the playoffs, Holland, who kick started the chain of pregnancy amongst the team, drew huge speculation as to when she would give birth. Bets were placed on the birth date and details, with some even speculating she was pregnant with multiples. Anticipation surmounted at the quarter finals when fans noticed that her large protruding belly had dropped significantly, hanging down over the hem of her skirt.

Despite popular guesses, she showed up to every event in high spirits, all the way to the final game. She never left the sidelines cheering on the team until the final seconds when Chavez sprinted for a 20-yard touchdown, sealing the win for the Storks.

In the hecticness of the celebrations, neither the football players nor the crowd had noticed anything amiss until Chavez ran towards the scene in the sidelines. The cheerleaders were holding onto Holland who was splayed out with her legs apart. Once he made it to his lover’s side, Holland gave one final push, the baby shot out of her and straight into the quarterback’s hands— the same steady hands that had just clinched the championship. The crowd erupted in a second round of cheers, just as loud as the winning touchdown.

People had no idea that the lead cheerleader was in active labour during the game. There were some in hindsight recalling moments where she would clutch the underside belly and steady herself against the boards. Our correspondent was able to have a quick interview with the new mother who explained, “Oh I was feeling consistent contractions since last night, but I just couldn’t miss out on the final game. It was after the halftime performance when my water finally broke. I didn’t want to distract our team who had worked so hard to make it here, so I clenched my thighs together and tried my best to keep him in. Good thing the baby was so big that his head was lodged in my pelvis for a while.”

The healthy eleven pound baby boy was held up proudly next to the championship trophy for the stadium to see. The newborn is in the highest height and weight percentile and fans are already anticipating that he inherited the football star's athleticism. Wouldn't it be a story of a lifetime if the baby born after the team’s first ever championship win grew up to be their new star quarterback one day?

When asked if she would be taking a leave from the cheerleading team next season, she simply turned down the idea. “Nothing will ever prevent me from being on the sidelines to support my boys,” she replied.

An incredible feat of athleticism was witnessed last Sunday coming from both sides of the team hailing from Seaside. The Storks’ historic triumph has captivated the nation, putting the small coastal college on the map and maybe changing the game of cheerleading forever.

#pregnancy fic #pregnancy kink #fpreg #my fic #birth denial #public exposure

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loversatthegreatdivide · 6 months ago

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Heavy Lies the Heart - Chapter 7

Masterlist // Continue Reading

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x F!OC Word Count: 3k Tropes: mutual pining, fluff, angst with a happy ending, royalty Warnings: death Summary: When two second-borns looking for direction meet by chance, can they find purpose in each other? Or will circumstance keep them apart? A/N: Once again, I would just like to say thank you all for your continued support! This fic doesn't get many comments, but I truly appreciate the ones I do get (and I am terribly sorry I still can't reply to comments! I do see them I swear; it's tumblr's fault I don't answer! Sending asks is the only sure way I can respond at the moment.) At any rate, this is one of those shows were I have a difficult time gauging exactly how much time is passing from shot to shot, so I'm guesstimating on some of the timelines here.

After the arrival of the latest Lady Whistledown, gossip and whispers were abound. And while the public openly discussed the events of the evening with shock and delight, those involved chose instead to keep their conversations to themselves. The Bridgertons, the Featheringtons, and even the royal family had all featured heavily in the gossiper's latest edition, and all chose to keep any discussion of the matters with which they were involved amongst themselves.

Days passed, and soon talk shifted from what had happened that night, to where it would lead. And while speculation over the relationship of Princess Beatrice and Mister Benedict Bridgerton featured heavily in ladies teatimes throughout the ton, it was not the only topic of interest.

Miss Penelope Featherington had, rather understandably, avoided being seen out in society since her scheme with Colin Bridgerton had been revealed. Her scandal was hardy enough to warrant continued gossip in many a drawing room in the many days that followed. That is of course, between talk of the multiple Bridgerton children; whose actions and influence were, once again, the talk of the season.

Colin Bridgerton had quickly become one of the most desirable matches of the season. And while he had played a key role in the scandal involving Miss Featherington, his reputation remained wholly unaffected. So while the young ladies of the ton giggled and gossiped amongst themselves over Penelope's misstep, they could not help adding how desirable they found Mister Colin Bridgerton.

Then there was Francesca Bridgerton. While the news had been somewhat undercut by the actions of her elder brother, her choice as the season's diamond--or sparkler, as the queen choice to name her--was hardly something to overlook. Having the queen's favor made her an extremely desirable match, and the fact that her brother was now rumored to be attached to royalty certainly didn't quell any interest. She had already received quite a few callers in the days following the ball, but there were rumors the queen herself had already begun searching for Miss Francesca's perfect match. An interesting development indeed, given what the royal household must currently be going through.

Which leads to Benedict Bridgerton: A known rack and former aspiring artist who had seemed, up until very recently, completely dismissive of the ideas surrounding marriage and social statues. Yet he now stood as the only known candidate for the hand of a princess.

It was quite the narrative, and people could hardly get enough. Whistledown's veiled accusation and support ad only enhanced interest more, until it soon became difficult to tell fact from fiction.

It was a narrative of romance and intrigue, taking on as many versions as could be dreamt up by the ladies of the ton. It was the story of a commoner and a princess, fighting against all odds for true love. Or perhaps it was of an artist finding his muse, and the woman who finally changed his mind--and his heart. It was a beautiful tale of love at first sight, or perhaps a more scandalous image of moonlit meetings and stolen kisses.

The many speculations were retold and discussed over and over, each growing grander and more fanciful than the last.

But what was the truth? And where would it lead?

Many believed it would end tragically, while others hoped for a fairy tale romance with the happiest of endings.

So when it was discovered a footman had made a show of arriving at Bridgerton House bearing a royal invitation, people were shocked and delighted. However, this delight would soon turn to confusion when it was revealed that the invitation was not for Mister Benedict Bridgerton, but instead his mother and sisters.

No one was quite sure what to make of it, least of all Benedict himself.

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Beatrice stared out the window at the sprawling gardens of Buckingham House, the tea in her hands all but forgotten as she lost herself in her thoughts once more.

A bored groan brought her back to reality, and she looked over to see her sister looking at her with a raised brow.

"Sister, how can you be so dull even when there is finally so much excitement in your life?" Charlotte asked.

"Sorry to disappoint sister, but I can be nothing but myself," Beatrice replied, taking a sip of her tea at last. She grimaced; it had gone cold.

"Clearly," Charlotte noted, "Then again, the Bee I knew would have never stood up to father the way you did."

Beatrice looked down, "I...never had reason to before."

"Yes, you have always been such a dormouse," Charlotte smiled, "Yet perhaps love has changed you--it has a way of doing so. I have experienced as much myself."

"A small change perhaps, but yes. I suppose your temperament has improved somewhat since you married," Beatrice joked, a small smirk lining her face.

Charlotte laughed, "Oh? Then I suppose I can return the sentiment: I like you far more this way, even if you are still a bore."

Beatrice smiled at her elder sister. The two had never been particularly close, but there was a fondness shared between them that was often shown through their playful ribbing. They were very different people, but sisters all the same, and while they would likely never be as close as a family like the Bridgertons, it was enough.

Charlotte looked her younger sister over, a more thoughtful expression present on her lovely face, "You are really quite taken with the man, aren't you?"

"I am," Beatrice replied, "He is...truly wonderful."

"Well then, I am happy for you. It's far past time you stood up and took what you wanted for a change."

Beatrice frowned, "But Lottie, what if father refuses to allow us to be together? He is so against the idea--"

"Oh hush now," Charlotte waved her hand dismissively as she spoke, "Father may have the final say officially, but you know it is grandmama who will ultimately make the choice. Father my be a tyrant with us, but you've seen how pathetic he becomes around her. He will inevitably do as she wishes, he just has to make a show of it first so it appears that he actually considered going against her. And, seeing as you've already managed to secure her favor, I don't see any need for worry."

"It easy to say so, but I find I cannot help but worry about it regardless," Beatrice said, a gloomy look on her face.

"It will all be fine. You two will have a frightfully dull wedding, you will have many dull children, and the rest of your life will lack any hint of excitement as you spend it with what I can only assume is an equally dull man...and you will be happy,"

Beatrice smiled, "Yes, dull indeed--as opposed to you, whose life will all be so incredibly exciting."

"Well of course," Charlotte replied with an air of playful smugness, "It is alright dear sister--we cannot all be so blessed."

The two sisters continued on in this way for some time, and Beatrice found her worries had lessened somewhat by the end of their visit. She was not sure if her sister was correct in her assumptions about the inevitability of their father's answer, but she said them with such confidence it was difficult not to believe her.

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Benedict groaned as he paced around the room, hands on his hips as he walked in circles. Violet held a gilded envelope in her hand as she watched him.

"You should calm yourself dear, worrying will hardly help matters," she suggested.

"How can I not worry? What am I to make of...that?" he replied, gesturing to the letter in his mother's hand.

Violet sighed, "It should not trouble you so. As you may recall, the princess had already inquired about a possible invitation to tea."

"Yes, but that was before all the ton became aware of our acquaintance--should I not have heard something by now?"

"I would hardly call it an acquaintance," Eloise muttered behind her book.

Benedict shot her an annoyed glance, "All I am saying, is why is it you have received an invitation to tea when I have received nothing? Should I not have received some sort of correspondence from someone? Is that not a bad sign?"

Violet stood, putting hands on her son's shoulder comfortingly, "It is not a bad sign; if anything it is good news."

"How could this possibly be good news?" he asked, eyebrow raised.

"Well," she began, "if the crown were not at least considering their options, then surely you would have been informed right away. That they are taking their time means there is a chance they will approve of your relationship."

"Or they believe the notion so ridiculous they would hardly waste their time discussing it, thus removing any need to tell me anything at all. Perhaps their silence is their way of saying I am not even worth consideration," Benedict countered, looking gloomy.

"If that were the case, would they have allowed her highness to invite us at all? If they wanted to dispel any rumors of a courtship between the two of you, why invite your family to Buckingham House? This will certainly look to the public as a show of approval," Violet replied.

Benedict sighed, "Perhaps you are right mother. It is only the not knowing one way or the other is driving me mad!" He flung himself onto the settee dramatically. Eloise rolled her eyes at the gesture, but said nothing.

"I'm sure the girls and I will gain some insight when we see the princess tomorrow," his mother assured him. He frowned, but said not more.

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The opulent gold carriage slowed to a stop as it arrived in front of Buckingham House, it's four passengers stepping out one by one as they took in the view. Violet Bridgerton reached out and took Francesca's arm in hers.

"Oh, isn't it marvelous?" she commented as she stared up at the impressive structure.

"It is certainly...overwhelming," Francesca replied with a nervous smile.

"Come now dears, we mustn't keep her royal highness waiting," Violet urged, making her way up the stairs with Francesca. Eloise and Kate following behind.

"You have not met the princess yet, have you Kate?" Eloise asked as they walked.

"I have not had the pleasure, no," Kate replied, "Is she truly as wonderful as Benedict claims she is?"

Eloise shrugged, "I suppose. She seemed nice enough when we spoke, but it is hard to say. She is royalty after all--they have to behave themselves, do they not?"

"From what I have heard, her father hardly conducts himself with such consideration," Kate observed.

"Well he is a man: Men can do whatever they please without fear of the consequences."

"Too true," Kate smiled as she and Eloise stepped through the doors of Buckingham House.

Beatrice stood just inside, watching as they entered. She grinned, eager to welcome them all.

"Dowager Viscountess, Viscountess Bridgerton, Miss Bridgerton, Miss Bridgerton," she greeted them formally as they lined up and curtsied before her.

"Your royal highness, thank you for the invitation," Violet said, smiling kindly at the princess.

"I was quite eager to have you all, so thank you for accepting," Beatrice replied, turning to Kate next, "And Viscountess, it is a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance. Lady Danbury has told me so much about you."

"Oh dear; only good things, I hope?" Kate asked.

Beatrice laughed, "Yes of course! And I have found Lady Danbury says nothing she does not mean, so it must all be true."

Kate smiled back at the princess.

"Now shall we then? We will certainly be more comfortable speaking in the drawing room," Beatrice suggested as she turned, leading them down the many winding halls of Buckingham House.

They arrived at their destination, taking seats around a table laid with tea and biscuits. Beatrice sat so she was facing her guests, smiling at them as a servant poured their tea.

"I must confess I am rather nervous," she admitted, "I have never hosted tea before."

"You're nervous?" Eloise repeated without thinking, "You're not sitting across from royalty."

"Eloise!" her mother hissed.

Beatrice laughed, "It's alright. She does have a point," she turned to Eloise, "I get nervous quite a lot actually; I am not so bold as some of the other members of my family. Though, it would help ease my nerves somewhat if you continued speaking freely with me. I feel less of a need to perform when the situation feels more informal."

"Oh, well I," Eloise didn't seem to know quite how to respond.

"I believe what Eloise means to say is that we certainly do not wish to make you nervous. However, it would be...improper for us to address you so casually," Kate said eloquently.

"Ah, of course," Beatrice replied. She raised a hand, and with a wave dismissed the servants standing silently against the back wall. Without a word they filed out of the room, leaving the ladies alone, "There--now there is no one to witness any lapse in decorum."

"Your royal highness," Violet began hesitantly.

"Please, call me Beatrice."

"Oh, I...I'm not sure I can do that," Violet replied honestly.

"Won't you please? And then I shall call you by your names as well," Beatrice insisted, "My social circle is...quite small at the moment. I would so like for us to be friends."

The Bridgertons were silent, their social training at odds with their desire to adhere to her wishes.

"Well, if you insist," Eloise said with a shrug. Her family looked at her with surprise, but with one of them in agreement, it seemed easier for the rest to follow suite.

"Lovely!" Beatrice replied happily, "Now, perhaps we should drink our tea--I would hate for it to go cold."

The ladies secured a cup of tea, each taking small sips as they looked at one another. A silence fell over the room as they waited for someone to say something. The Bridgertons had expected Beatrice to go on, but she seemed unsure of what she should say.

"Oh enough!" Eloise finally spoke, sitting her tea aside rather forcefully, "Will you be telling us about what is going on with Benedict or not?" Everyone looked at her in stunned silence. Quickly realizing she had all but yelled at a princess, she softly add, "If you are so inclined....Beatrice."

Her mother moved to scold her once again, but Beatrice spoke before she could begin.

"Ah yes...I suppose you all must be quite curious," Beatrice fidgeted in her seat, "How much has Benedict told you exactly?"

"Everything," Eloise answered bluntly.

"I see...so you are aware we are more acquainted than we may have let on?"

"Indeed," Kate replied.

Beatrice sighed, "Then there is little else I can tell you. For my part, I can say the matter has been discussed with her majesty and my father, but he has not yet made his decision. I expect we shall hear soon enough, but I truly do not know what his answer will be."

"I see," Violet said, a hint of disappointment in her voice, "We had hoped for better news, though I suppose it is not nothing. That the matter is being considered at all is something with which to be thankful."

"My sister believes it will all work out, since grandmama has made her stance known to my father. He is...not known for defying my grandmother's wishes. Father is quite adamantly against the relationship, but with my grandmother's support it will be far more difficult for him to disallow it."

"Her majesty supports you?" Violet asked in surprise.

"Yes, though I'm not sure what motives she may have for doing so."

"Well whatever her reasons, if you have the queen's blessing then surely there is nothing to worry about," Kate reassured her.

Beatrice smiled, "Yes, I truly hope so."

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The rest of the afternoon was spend speaking about less serious subjects. Beatrice found it became easier to relax as the time passed. The Bridgertons clearly felt the same, each of them losing a layer of the rigidity they had started with. Francesca even joined the conversation once the topic shifted to music.

Beatrice showed them the music room as promised, though there was little time left for playing. She promised Francesca another invitation soon, and gifted her some sheet music as an apology. They also made a quick stop in the library, where Eloise found more than a few books that caught her eye. Beatrice would have allowed her to take them all, but the stack was quite high in the end. instead, Eloise chose only two, and agreed to another invitation so she may trade them out for more.

As the Bridgertons made their way to the foyer, Violet rather discreetly handed Beatrice an envelope containing a letter. Beatrice seemed surprised, before smiling shyly and presenting her own hidden letter in return.

Farewells were exchanged, and soon the Bridgertons were on their way home. Beatrice watched them from the window, her thumb rubbing against the soft paper in her hand. She had enjoyed her time with them immensely, but it had only made her miss Benedict more.

She desperately hoped she would see him again soon.

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thehumanwiki · 5 months ago

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rating all NuWho finales based entirely on how cool the titles are

because yea

(putting a read more because this will take a while, lol)

Bad Wolf / The Parting of the Ways

5/10. Bad Wolf is a cool name! For cool ppl! It’s the season’s mystery! It slays! But The Parting of the Ways? That could be used for like, half of the finales in this show. That’s a generic name. Not a fan. It even has one more “the” than it ought to. That’s a tryhard name. (Rose and The Doc don’t even part ways for another season! It’s a LIE!)

Army of Ghosts / Doomsday

6/10. Army of Ghosts! That’s freaky! It catches my attention! I’m interested, Mr. Davies, tell me more about that! Doomsday is also a generic name though. Like it could be used anywhere. It gets more points than S1 however because Doomsday is a very cool word and I like it a lot.

Utopia / The Sound of Drums / Last of the Time Lords

8/10. YES. I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT THESE TITLES. Utopia? That’s a word that can’t be applied to many other episodes! That’s a memorable word! That’s a fun word! The Sound of Drums? What the hell is so significant about drums?? In a FINALE episode?! There must be something SCANDALOUS about the drums, tell me everything! (And they did! But this isn’t about what happens in the episode this is just how hard the titles fuck.) Last of the Time Lords??? Holy shit! That means we’re delving into that aspect of him specifically, and you can’t duplicate that easily! But more importantly, that sounds cool! Cool names, absolutely W from whoever named RTD’s stuff.

The Stolen Earth / Journey’s End

5.5/10. Same boat as S1, tbh. The Stolen Earth? Excellent, no notes. Journey’s End sounds generic af though. But I gave it a half point lead because Journey’s End has the Vibes more than The Parting of the Ways, lol.

The Pandorica Opens / The Big Bang

8/10. Yea I see the vision Mr. Moffat, I see you. Love what you’ve done with the place btw. Like, neither title is generic! And both are super interesting! Look honestly I forget how to do commentary I’m just one sleep deprived fan who likes Vibes they just slap OK

The Wedding of River Song

9/10. Oh. Oh yes. Oh I am LOVING this. Nothing gets me going like seeing a wedding that is somehow the culmination of a high stakes season. Like, how is there a wedding there?! And. River Song is there? Do you promise? 🥺

The Name of the Doctor / The Day of the Doctor / The Time of the Doctor

6/10. OK I’m honestly not sure which ones are finales or not, but y’know what? The name matching is fun. I like that. That is good. But besides the first one, these are p generic episode names. Sorry.

Dark Water / Death in Heaven

8/10. Dark Water is a p good episode name. It’s not the most interesting, but I like it. BUT ***DEATH IN HEAVEN***?! Now THAT is a finale title! I have never SEEN such a title! THAT is an IMMACULATE title! SPLENDID!

Heaven Sent / Hell Bent

10/10. The matching names? The rhyming? The low-key religious theming? The ominous nature? EXCELLENT. No notes Mr. Moffat. Great vibes.

World Enough and Time / The Doctor Falls

9/10. I would give this striaght up 10/10 if I could figure out what “World Enough and Time” meant. The vibes are perfect but like. What does it mean 😭 And The Doctor Falls??? OH MY ATTENTION HAS BEEN GRABBED BY THE THROAT DO GO ON PLS—

The Battle of Ranskoor av Kolos

4/10. Kolos? What is this, Pokémon XY? Anyways, I feel like this is just dialogue that would be said in passing in a sci-fi novel that everyone forgets. Sorry 😞

Ascension of the Cybermen / The Timeless Children

7/10. Cybermen are OK. It’s a fine title, I have nothing against it. The Timeless Children??? The vibes are just SPLENDID here. Especially because it’s a Bad Wolf situation where it’s like “hey wait a fucking minute I’ve heard that somewhere else—” Good stuff! W for Chris.

Chapter Six: The Vanquishers

6.5/10. Adding chapter to the title does make it automatically cooler, so that’s a bonus half point right there. Otherwise, it’s neat. Like it’s good. The vibes are fine and I like them, but not THAT fine, y’know?

The Legend of Ruby Sunday / Empire of Death

7/10. Look, even if it’s not generic, anything with “death” in the title *feels* generic. The Legend of Ruby Sunday still saves this tho, because I am INTERESTED, girl. TELL ME EVERYTHING

In conclusion, episode titles peaked with Capaldi.

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bigb-enthusiast · 11 months ago

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Hi! I don't watch much Bigb because I don't have time to watch more than one or two life series povs usually, but I feel bad about making him an afterthought in my content cause he has such good vibes. As the local Bigb enthusiast. I wanna watch a few of his videos at least, if there are any you can recommend that are particularly useful for getting a better idea of who he is generally, or if there's any advice you can give on how you think he should be portrayed that fanon tends to get wrong?

Hii! I can help uhh the best way i Can help you with portraying him is like? Watching every episode? But yk. Its a lot of episodes. But heres some i can help with

3rd Life episodes 12 + 13 (his finals)

Last Life episodes 4(pt 1 + 2), 5, 7, & 8

Double Life episodes 3, 4, & 5

Limited Life episodes 6, 7, & 8

Secret Life episodes 1, 2, 5, 7, 9

Sorry i just gave you (and whoever else follows this) like 18 videos 🧍 he just used to split his videos into parts and then also he showed more of his character further as the season(s) went again id really recommend watching Every video of his cause theres just so many details you can find but i picked what couldve been seen as more important within his character

Fanon wise he is normally not going to betray people on purpose, its usually by force of the game and hes actually rather caring. He tends of isolate but also stay quiet when theres more than at least 2-3 people in an area unless hes Really close with them, despite isolating a lot hes very easy to force or drag into an alliance and also when he does he tends to become super clingy to at least one person such as ren and then cleo who despite betraying he tried to get back with her whether its on good terms or an alliance for at least around the 3-4 seasons that happened after she declared he was dead to her, ive seen people characterize him as innocent which no his first interaction with joel EVER in 3L was a big dick joke /t /lh, and also he is also portrayed as ruthless or mean specifically during the soulmate scandal. He wouldnt have really did it if he knew it hurt scar THAT bad (which in canon it DIDNT. Sorry scar did NOT care)

#salt talks #bigbst4tz2 #trafficblr

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bridgerteon · 4 months ago

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Although I'm a multi shipper, I wanna join Polin Week as tribute and support. And I think I'm late for favourite show quote. :)))

[I can't make gifs (I don't know how to), write fanfics (I'm a horrible storyteller) nor create mood boards (I'm more of an analytical person than creative, since I'm a STEM person). Instead I would provide an essay as I'm pretty good at it.]

My favourite from Penelope is from The Choice (Season 2 Ep 6) when she chats with Colin about purposes:

"I am certain you will find your purpose one day. Everyone must eventually... [About her own purpose] Of course not. But I imagine it to be something both animating and satisfying. The type of venture that speaks to not who I am but rather who I am to be. My purpose will challenge me to be brave and witty. My purpose will propel me far beyond the watchful glare of my mama. My purpose shall set me free."

It explains that everyone has a purpose, even for women in a regency era. Though she is technically Lady Whistledown, she wants to have her own goals in life and wants to achieve it by herself. Fortunately she does in the end. She presents herself to the whole Ton that she is Lady Whistledown and that she wants them to know how awesome she is. This actually makes me feel so proud of her for her journey from meek to confident. I also evoke with her as I also share the same sentiment.

As for Colin, my favourite quote from him is short, but made my heart break for him. It's in Joining of Hands (Season 3 ep 7):

"Then what good am I to you?!"

It displays his vulnerability. It displays his self-doubt and thinking pessimistically how anyone could ever love him. Just him, as a emotionally intelligent, soft, and caring person. From the beginning Colin wants to be taken seriously or want others to see him for who he truly is. But ever since Marina's Deceptive Engagement Scandal and his Boring Travel Stories, no one ever respects or listens to him, except for Violet and Penelope.

Penelope is the one who sees and loves him as he is, and she doesn't want him to change. But ever since she is LW, he is spiralling in self-doubts and lack of self-esteem. He realises that Penelope has a purpose, she knows who she is, and knows what she wants (link back with Pen's quote above), while he doesn't. He thinks that out of all the men in the Ton, why him? Why does she choose him? As a pawn like Marina? Payback for kicking Lord Debling out? Out of spite? What does she see in him worth loving? Would Pen ever take him seriously? Would she ever be his partner? Would she ever love him?

Luckily Penelope helps alleviate his doubts by confessing that she loves him (during the Modiste Bitch Off), and that she tells the Ton that she is LW. She is doing it because Pen loves Colin and his family. She is doing it out of love. She doesn't want to keep secrets anymore and is free to be with him proudly. Now he realises that she loves him unconditionally and without judgement, hence his love confession. It makes me feel so elated that Colin has finally found a partner, where both will love and support each other in anything.

Overall, I love the journey of friends-to-lovers in Polin. It does give me the satisfaction that they are FINALLY TOGETHER! I'm excited to see their new journey together as a married writer couple. :))

#bridgerton #penelope featherington #colin bridgerton #polin #analysis #polinweek

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thesparkling-diamond27 · 4 months ago

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The Second Bridgerton And I: Part 7

Benedict Bridgerton x Reader

Summary: Y/n Clearwater is named the “Sparkling Diamond” by Queen Charlotte herself, but she doesn’t know what to do with all this attention. Of course she has her family, but sometimes that doesn’t seem enough. But what happens when she encounters a specific Bridgerton, which changes the course of her season.

Author’s Note: I am so sorry for not posting sooner. I posted an update and said a chapter would come in the next couple of days and then a week passed. I’m finally back and I wills definitely have more time to write since I’m done with work for the summer.

Author’s Note: This chapter includes scenes from season 3 episode 4 of Bridgerton. Down below is the link to the part 6 and part 8. I hope you enjoy!

I sat on the windowsill in my room and stared out the window at the people walking down the street. They seemed so carefree. Not having a care in the world. I wish I could be like that.

My eyes drifted to the Featherington household where my friend resided. Lord Avcott’a ball was yesterday and I was still digesting the news that I have received last night.

Penelope was Lady Whistledown.

It was a lot to take in. I never would have thought of it on my own, but her being the infamous Lady does make sense. Before this season, Penelope rarely brought attention upon herself, which was perfect for her to sneak from balls and social events to the print shop when no one was looking. She was a self made woman and I felt proud to call her my friend.

However, I thought about all the lives she has ruined with her quill. Her words were usually calculating and had bite, which caused the downfall of most of the people she wrote about. Specifically Eloise last season, although she did bounce back from the scandal.

I wonder why she wrote such nasty things about her best friend. Did she write about her in order to get revenge after she found out about her identity? If so, I hope she doesn’t do the same with me. But she did tell me she was Lady Whistledown herself, so maybe she won’t write badly about me. Eventually my eyes wandered from the Featherington household to the Bridgerton household.

Benedict and I still haven’t fixed our issue and I hope we will soon. I wanted to fix it as soon as possible, but my pride made me hesitate. My mom once told me that “Sometimes you cannot fix a relationship. If you put effort and the other person did not, then it is not worth it.” I offered the olive branch and he did not take it, so if Benedict wanted to talk then he will have to come to me.

I looked at the handkerchief, from Benedict, that was still placed on the side of my vanity. I stood from the windowsill and walked to my vanity. I picked up the soft white cloth and brought it up to my nose to smell. It didn’t really smell like much anymore, but I can still imagine. My fingers traced along the initials that were stitched along the corner of the handkerchief.

B.B.

I missed him. I really did. I did not want to admit it, but I did. I have only known him for a short period of time, but it feels like I have known him forever. It was never awkward between us and conversation became easy like walking. And kissing him was like oxygen. It was as if I did not know how to breathe until we kissed. That one kiss brought life within me and I wanted more of it. I wanted him to introduce me to the world that I just discovered. I wanted him to teach me everything I did not know about.

I heard a knock from my door and turned to see my maid Alexandra with the door cracked open.

“You have a visitor Y/n.”

I placed the handkerchief on my vanity.

“Who is it?”

“Miss Penelope.”

“Send her in.”

I wanted to speak with Penelope. Although I was a little hesitant to do so, she was still my best friend. I told her that whatever she tells me will not change how I perceive her and I meant it.

Alexandra fully opened my bedroom door and Penelope sheepishly stepped into the doorway.

“Thank you Alexandra.” I said.

“Of course.”

Alexandra closed the door and I was left alone with Penelope.

“Hello Pen.” I said with a smile.

“Hello Y/n. I was surprised that I was sent up here. I did not think you wanted to see me.”

I walked up to Penelope.

“If I am to be honest yes. I was hesitant to let you in, but you are my best friend. Even though I disagree with some things that you wrote as Lady Whistledown, I still consider you the kindhearted Pen that I know.”

Relief settled on her face and she instantly brought me into a hug.

“This is a much better reaction than last time.” She stated.

“Did Eloise not take it well?”

“It was a screaming match.”

“She did not even try to hear you out?”

“Sadly no.”

“Well I am glad I can make this secret reveal easier for you.”

It was a shame the way Eloise responded to Penelope. I do understand why Eloise would be upset, but to cut someone out of your life is a new level.

“Can I ask you a question?” I asked.

“Anything.”

“Why did you write about Eloise. You two were best friends at the time. What happened?”

Penelope stared at the ground as she thought of what to say. I could tell that she was choosing her words carefully.

“I had seen Eloise in the rough parts of town talking with a boy of low class. I thought that it would be a terrible thing if someone caught what she was doing, so I wrote about it. I realize now that that was a mistake and I should have confronted her, but at the time I believed I was doing her a favor. I was too naive to see that my issue would do more harm than good. When she found out that I was Whistledown she was furious and rightfully so. I wish I can take it back and it can’t. I am terrible friend and I do not know why you can forgive me.”

I grabbed the sides of her arms.

“There is nothing that you did for me to forgive and do not say such things of you not being a good friend. You are a wonderful friend and I would not trade you for the world.”

“You are too good to me Y/nn.”

“I am good to the people who are good to me.”

We shared a smile and then I plopped onto the head of my bed. Penelope smiled and joined me on the other side.

“The real reason I came here Y/nn was to check on you.”

Check on me? Why would she need to check up on me? My instead thoughts seemed to be showing on my facial expression because she answered my questions.

“I noticed that you seemed a little off when you saw Benedict with another woman. Did something happen between the two of you?”

The kiss happened two days ago and I haven’t told anyone. I cannot tell my brothers because a) they will kill him and b) Alex and Benedict are best friends. Noah would be livid, but Alex would be ten times worse. My dad has the same ideals as my brothers, so that is a no. I do not know how my mother would react, but I am mortified to even think about that.

Pen was the only logical answer. She has shown to be a true friend and I know she will not share such information, even if she is Whistledown. I have felt the need to tell someone and Pen was the perfect person.

“Please swear to never tell another soul.” I said.

“Of course.”

I took a deep breath.

“Do you remember when you told me, not too long ago, that you and Colin kissed?”

“Yes I do recall.”

“Well…Benedict and I sort of did the same thing.”

Suddenly Penelope’s expression showed something that surprised me. A smirk appeared on her lips and her eyes showed amusement.

“I knew it!” She shouted.

Her statement surprised me even more.

“You knew?! What do you mean you knew?” I questioned.

“Well I was not aware that the two of you had kissed, but I knew that there was something going on with you two. When the balloon almost crushed you, he was the first person to reach you. He ran in order to get to you. And he never took his eyes off of you, even when you said you were alright.”

I never knew Penelope was so perceptive. I wonder if she was the only person to realized something was going on. I also did not realize Benedict had did all those things. That could also be because I was extremely startled from the balloon, but Penelope’s words made me realize that he did not have to stay with me after the situation was over. He chose to spend time with me and make sure that I was alright. At the time I thought it was purely due to our friendship, but could it have been something more?

“I thought his intentions were because we were friends.” I said.

“To someone like your brother probably, but if you payed attention closely you could have seen that his touches lasted a little longer, his eyes held more worry than a normal person, and other little details. You definitely did not know at the time, and maybe he did not either, but I could tell that he had feelings for you. I knew only time would tell. You telling me that you two shared a kiss only supports my suspicions.”

Her words made me think even deeper into the rabbit hole. At Lord Tremble’s estate, Benedict ran after me in the middle of my panic attack. He gave me his handkerchief, with his initials stitched in the corner, which is still sitting on my vanity folded neatly. He did not have to do so, but he did anyway.

When my family and the Bridgertons had dinner together, he told the cook himself that my favorite desserts were raspberry macrons and lemon cakes. He did not have to do so, but he did anyway.

I looked at the painting that was sitting on top of my dresser. The one that Benedict gave me later that night. I was the first person he showed his artwork to. He trusted me enough to show me his finished and unfinished work when he did not have to.

Benedict had gifted me the bouquet of flowers. He brought me three books from my favorite book store because he knew I liked to read. Well our book store. The book store where we exchanged books for each other to read. I have read to about half way through the book he recommended me and the poetry was beautiful. He was right about giving poetry a try. Suddenly all of his past actions started coming together. Did he like me from the beginning?

“If he has feelings for you,” Penelope stared. “And you too kissed, then what happened between you two?”

“That I do not know.”

“What happened before and after you kissed?”

I took a moment to remember what exactly happened. He showed me his art, he gave me my books, we kissed, I pulled away, and then he seemed off. I told Penelope what happened.

“I do not understand why he would act in such a way.” Penelope stated.

“I do not understood either.”

“There is only one way to find out.”

“Which is?”

“Ask him yourself.”

“I have already tried. At Lord Avcott’s ball, I smiled when we made eye contact, but he walked away and I do not wish to chase after him. I do not want to seem desperate.”

“Yes we do not want that. But we will have to figure out something soon.”

“What do you mean by that.”

“You two have feelings for each other and it is time that both of you see that.”

“I do both have feelings for Benedict. I only miss him as a friend.”

Penelope gave me a look as if she was sarcastically trying to tell me “Really”.

“Alright I will play along.” Penelope said, “You do not have feelings for Benedict. But just imagine that you had to pick between Benedict and Maxwell and you had freedom to choose. Without the influence from your family, or the outside world, who would you choose?”

I thought about what she had just asked me. Maxwell was an amazing guy. He is sweet, kind, and thoughtful. I have enjoyed the daily letters that he has been sending me and they have always brought a smile upon my face. Not to mention that my family approves. I imagined what my life would be like being married do Maxwell. I could see myself being well taken care of, content and happy. But would it be enough?

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My family and I were currently entering Lord Fuller’s estate along with my aunt and uncle and cousins. I looked around as we continued walking. The interior had a grandness to it, but also some familiarity to it. The color scheme kind of reminded me of the Featherington household. We were currently following Lord and Lady Fuller as they guided us to their library.

“I have been building my collection since 1790. And thought it only fitting to share it after all these years.” Lord Fuller said.

I looked above and noticed all the paintings of past Fuller’s. It reminded me of the hallway in my house that shows generations of Viscounts in my family.

We entered the library and I was blown away by how many books Lord Fuller had in his collection. The bookshelves started on the ground and reached all the way up to the ceiling. The walls were completely covered by books, upon books, upon books and it did not stop there. There was a doorway that led to more rooms that weee filled to the brim with books. I was stepping into one of my wildest dreams, but it was reality.

“Alex pinch me now.”

I felt a sting on my arm and looked to see Alex laughing. I slapped his arm.

“I did not mean literally! It was an expression!”

“I know.”

He ran up to catch up to my parents in the front before I could kill him. He is lucky we are in public and not at home. We ventured further into Lord Fuller’s library to a less populated era.

“Mama I think I see Lord Harvey.” Adeline said.

I rolled my eyes at the comment. I was happy for my sister, but I was not a fan of Lord Harvey. He was rather vain and only talked about himself, so I could not see how Adeline could possibly like him, but it is her decision. It is her marriage and her life.

“I shall chaperone Adeline and Lord Harvey. You all should be fine by yourselves yes?” My mama questioned the rest of us.

“Yes we will Aphrodite now go.” My aunt Athena said. She motioned with her hands to usher my mama and sister along.

“I am going to see if I can find Penelope.” I said.

“Alright we’ll be here dear.” Aunt Athena said. “Come back here when you are finished.”

I nodded and walked away to search for Penelope. It did not take long for me to find her. I walked into a nearby room and there she was, but she was not alone. Penelope was occupied with her mother and Lord Debling, so they might be busy for a while.

I looked around for a familiar face and found none, so I decided to walk into another room. For all my family knew I was with Penelope. I went from room to room and the population of people in each room decreased little by little until I encountered an empty room. I turned to see if anybody was looking before slipping in and shutting the door. Even though we were visiting Lord Fuller’s library, I had brought a book for myself to read.

The room was rather cozy, but small. It had a long couch, with two soft plush looking chairs on each end. There was a small wooden table in front and a fireplace across from it. The drapes were open, which allowed for sunlight to course through the windows.

I found a spot on the couch and began to read in the spot of the book where I left off. The book was the book that Benedict recommended me. I did not realize how diverse and complex poetry could be until I started reading this book. One poem that stood out to me was about sunsets. It describes how even though you can go through a terrible day, it can end with something beautiful. It made me reflect on the day and to appreciate life more often.

I got to a part of the book with a tone shift to something more dark and somber:

“Ever night I crawl

In and out of my grave

Clutching the illusion of us

So when I die,

It might be

With my last piece of you.”

It was quite a vast contrast from the inspiring poems earlier in the book and it reminded me of a specific someone. I closed the book before I could read anymore and I had to take a deep breath in order to not let my tears spill. He is not even here and just the thought of him sends me into a spiral.

Thinking about him brought me back to the conversation I had with Penelope. According to her he has feelings for me. But did I have feelings for him? That was a good question. I saw him as a friend, but could I see him as someone more? Then I thought of Maxwell who has been missing this whole time. Ever since he left I have been in a state of confusion. Maybe my questions shall be answered when he returns.

After a few moments of silence. I decided it was time to head back to my family. I went back the way I came from and noticed the Bridgertons. They seemed to have already noticed me, so I decided to join them instead of walking on by.

“Y/n it is a pleasure to see you!” Violet said while giving me a hug with excitement. I returned the hug with an equal amount of excitement.

“The pleasure is all mine.”

I pulled away from the hug and noticed Colin, Eloise, and Francesca accompanied by Lord Samadani. No one else was with them. Violet must have suspected I was looking for a specific Bridgerton because she said,

“Benedict did not wish to attend, but I will inform him that you send your regards.”

I did not wish for her to do so, but I nodded in gratitude nonetheless. The next time Benedict Bridgerton is mentioned I might just break down and I would rather not do so in front of his family.

“I actually have been meaning to speak with your mother. Francesca and I were planning to attend the modiste this weekend and I was wondering if you, your sister and mother would like to join us.”

“That sounds lovely!” I said towards Francesca and Violet. Francesca nodded in agreement.

“Where is your family?” Violet asked.

“I was on my way to them already. I shall take you there.”

Violet nodded, but then seemed at a dilemma when she noticed Lord Samadani. She probably did not know if she should have him leave or have him join us.

“Lord Samadani. Do you care to join the Clearwaters?”

“I would love to, but I do not wish to intrude. I also have some errands that I need to attend to. Thank you for sharing your afternoon with me.”

He turned to Francesca and grabbed her hand to kiss the back of it.

“Miss Francesca.” He said and walked away.

“Well then.” Violet said. “Shall we?”

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“If the Marquess asks you to dance a second time at the queen’s ball, it is a clear declaration of interest.” Violet said.

“We shall see if he even asks me for a first dance this time.” Francesca responded.

At Lord Fuller’s book collection event, Violet and my mama made plans to visit the modiste this weekend, which was today.We had already visited the modiste and were currently walking out and about town. I have brought a selection of new dresses and I could not wait to wear them to future balls.

Eventually our conversation switched to suitors this season, then to Adeline and Lord Harvey and Francesca and Lord Samadani.

“Oh something tells me he will. But if that interest is not shared, and…” Violet’s words soon trailed when she realized that Francesca was no longer listening. I noticed her eyes locked on something else, or rather someone else.

“There is Lord Kilmartin.” Francesca stated.”

Violet looked confused at the sudden change of subject and attitude from Francesca, but spoke nothing of it.

“Do you know his family?” Francesca asked.

“Oh not well.” My mama said. “They’re a rather reserved bunch, known to keep to themselves.”

“Are you interested in him?” Violet asked.

Francesca ignored her mama and started making her way to Lord Kilmartin, and we had no choice but to follow after her.

She curtsied when she approached him.

“Good day, Lord Kilmartin.” Francesca said.

“Miss Francesca. Lady Bridgerton.” Lord Kilmartin turned to Adeline, my mama and I.

“Miss Y/n. Miss Adeline. Lady Clearwater.”

We all curtsied in response. How he knew my sister and I’s names I did not know. I do not think I even seen him at any social events, but Francesca surprisingly seemed to be aware of him.

“You left quite abruptly the other morning.” She said.

“Well…you had another caller.” He replied.

Francesca face showed awkwardness and she tried to hide it by continuing.

“I hoped I might see you at the opening of Lord Fuller’s collection yesterday.”

“No. I do not often attend society events unless I am required to by rules of good manners.”

It now made sense. His rareness in society would explain how I have not seen him before until now.

“I see.” Francesca said. “And so, are you stopping to speak with us just to…be polite?”

“I…believe you stopped me.”

Francesca looked even more awkward and now defeated due to him being correct, which he was. She was the one who stopped him and not the other way around. The music from the man playing the fiddle in the street became more prominent when there conversation died down and Lord Kilmartin used that to keep the conversation flowing.

“Enjoyable music, yes?” He asked.

Francesca timidly looked down on the cobblestone road.

“If I am being honest, no. The pase is too fickle. Just as you think you are starting to comprehend the melody, the song is over. A song like this would be sweeter if it were played in 3/4 so one could, in fact, feel…the music.”

I would not have thought of that solution if I were in Francesca’s showstopper. I did not think the music even needed a solution. Although I love to play the Piano forte, I do not love it as much as Francesca. Her explanation of the time signature change further proves that. Music is her passion and she definitely knows what she is talking about.

Lord Kilmartin seemed to have an Epiphany.“ That is helpful. Uh…if you’ll excuse me.” He slightly bowed before walking away. His departure was abrupt and odd, but I guess that is just the way he was.

Francesca turned her gaze from Lord Kilmartin and to her mama.

“To answer your question no, I am not interested in him.”

Francesca grabbed my hand and led me further down the road.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“Yes.”

I did not push it, but I could tell she was lying.

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Benedict

I walked into the Queen’s ball arm and arm with my mother, while Eloise, and Francesca followed shortly behind. Colin was not feeling up for tonight’s ball and decided to stay home. Something has been off with him and I do not know what it is. He has been odd as of late and I want to talk with him when the time was right.

We entered the ballroom and began to ascend the stairs to reach the Queen Charlotte on the other side. The ballroom was different from most that I have seen. The dance floor was elevated marble and there were pillars standing on each side like the Romans from my studies. Guests mingled around the dance floor and I greeted a few familiar faces as we made our way to the Queen. Mother looked perplexed as if she was hesitating, so I decided to wait for her to speak.

“Benedict.” She said.

“Yes.”

“I would like to discuss something with you.”

“What is on your mind mother?”

Although I had an inkling about what she wanted to address I let her ask regardless.

“You have been acting odd lately. You are mostly normal, but you appear slightly sad. What is the matter?”

There was a lot that was the matter. But the one thing, or person, that caused a dip in my mood was Y/n Clearwater. When we first met I had already known who she was. The Clearwaters are a well off family and I would be surprised if no one had never heard of them. I especially knew who she was because her brother Alex is one of my closest friends. I knew of her existence based on the stories Alex would share with me and I was curious about how she would be in person.

When I first met her at Lady Danbury’s ball she was a breath of fresh air I never thought I needed. Ever since we encountered each other at Thomas’s book store, she has been on my mind for most of each day. Throughout the days I would see things that reminded me of her, or I thought she might like. Y/n fully consumed my mind and I let it happen.

After we exchanged books at the bookstore we crossed paths at Lord Tremble’s house. Y/n was in a panicked state and all I wanted to do was hold her in my arms and make sure she was okay. I gave her my handkerchief as a way to clean her face, but also to comfort her. When I was little, the handkerchief used to belong to my dad and he would use it to comfort me as well when I was upset. When I got older, he had my mother stitch my initials on it, so he could give it to me as a gift. I hope the handkerchief was able to comfort her in some sort of way. I would think so, because she still possesses it. She could keep it for as long as she needs to if it makes her happy.

The balloon was coming towards her and I was terrified as it reached closer and closer to her. My biggest fear was all of us pulling the balloon and not being strong enough to stop the balloon from hitting her. That is why I made it my mission to rush to her right away when we secured the balloon from harming other people. Y/n said she was alright, but I still wanted to stay with her to make sure she was safe and unharmed.

At the bench she mentioned how she wanted to receive a bouquet of flowers. I was going to get her a real bouquet of flowers, but I stopped by Thomas’s bookstore first. After I selected my books, Thomas showed me the new spring books that he received for his collection. The titles all included flower names and the idea to give her a flower bouquet of books was born. I was nervous about how she would react, and I’m pretty sure she appreciated it. She did hug me after.

The day before we had dinner with the Clearwaters I snuck into the kitchens and told our cook Y/n’s favorite desserts. By then I knew that I have fallen in deep. I was going out of my way to change my cook’s already set menu in order to make a girl happy. It was a big gesture and I do not regret it.

I rarely show people my art, but I showed her after dinner. Usually when I show people my art, I show it when it is completely finished and I make sure there are zero flaws present. However, I was comfortable enough with Y/n to show her everything. My finished paintings, unfinished paintings, sketches, etc. It shocked me how I wanted to show her my artwork. Looking back now I think I wanted to impress her. And based off her expression and her wanting to keep the painting I gifted to her I think I did.

That same night we shared a kiss and I would be lying if I said I never thought about that moment beforehand. Several times I caught myself staring at her lips and wondering what it would be like to feel them against my own lips. When we kissed it was as if my biggest dream came true. Holding her in my arms I felt warm and at home. I wondered what took me so long to get to Y/n, but I realized that that did not matter. We still found each other in the end.

But then something weird happened. She pulled away and I was taken out of my ecstasy. I looked upon her face and she looked confused and not pleased, which is not the look you want on the girl you just kissed. I was hurt that she did not enjoy the kiss like I did and I was starting to think that maybe I read the signs incorrectly. I thought the feelings were mutual, but her reaction was telling me something else.

When I saw her at Lord Fuller’s ball, she smiled at me. I wanted to smile back and probably walk down the stairs to greet her, but decided not to. Y/n was acting like everything was alright and acting like nothing ever happened between us when it did. We kissed and we cannot take it back. I do not want to, but I am not too sure about Y/n.

That is why I tried to forget about Y/n. At least in a way where we were more than friends. That same night, I found comfort in Lady Arnold and have been going to her ever since. Spending my nights with her was a way for me to forget about my feelings for Y/n and maybe one day I could get rid of them completely.

My mind wandered from my thoughts and finally back to my mother and I answered my mother’s question.

“Nothing is the matter mother.”

When she looked up at me I could tell that she did not believe me. I did not do a good job of concealing it either.

“If I can say a few words.” She said.

I urged her to continue.

“I have realized that you and Y/n have grown quite close with one another this season and it has been lovely to see you two getting along so well. You are a great friend you know that right. She must be so lonely with Lord Tewkesberry being away in Paris. It is nice that she found a companionship with you, while he is away. I can see you made her really happy.”

She smiled at me and turned to tend to Eloise and Francesca. What my mother said struck a nerve.

I had completely forgot about Maxwell Tewkesberry. They were supposed to courting. At least I think so. I have never seen them out in society with one another, but maybe that was because he has not been here in London for most of the season so far. It made a tiny part of me hope that Y/n and I might have a chance if I tried. But the other part of me was telling me to be realistic. Y/n only sees you as a friend, so you should only see her that way. It was like the angel and the devil were both on my shoulders telling me what to do. I was conflicted and-

“Benedict come on!”

I turned to see Eloise calling me and I quickly walked to meet up with her.

“I have been calling you. There is supposed to be a show, so mother found us a spot.”

“Sorry I did not realize.” I answered.

“Benedict Bridgerton apologizing? Who are you and what have you done with my brother?”

“Keep on asking more questions and you will find out.”

Eloise shook her head and linked our arms together. She led us to where our mother was where we could watch the ballet duet performance according to my mother.

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Benedict

“Did you enjoy the ballet Mr. Bridgerton?”

Lady Fuller asked me.

The ballet performance finished and although it was quite beautiful, it was also upsetting. All I could think about was how much Y/n would enjoy this. While, the two dancers were dancing I peeped at the surrounding crowd to see if Y/n was amongst them, but I did not spot her. Matter of fact I did not notice any of the Clearwaters which was strange. A family like them would definitely be invited to this ball and there was no need for them not to be here. Unless something happened. I could not think about that right now, because I was currently being asked a question.

“Very much. So much so I wonder if I missed my calling.” I said

Lord and Lady Fuller both looked puzzled at my response.

“As a dancer.” I concluded.

My joke caused the both of them to exclaim with laughter. Society talk is not that hard to master. Say the right thing and you could have the audience go nuts in a good way.

Lord Fuller motioned for someone else to join us. “Ah Lady Arnold. You must join us.”

When she notices us she gives a face of recognition and walks over to greet us.

“Lord Fuller. Lady Fuller. A pleasure seeing you both.” She said.

“Have you met Mr. Bridgerton?” Lady Fuller said as she gestured to me.

“Indeed.” I said.

“Briefly.” Arnold said.

What Lord and Lady did not know won’t hurt them.

“Quite so. It is a pleasure, though. We were just sharing our thoughts on the ballet.” I said trying to involve her in our conversation.

“I must say, I do not know that the male dancer needed to be in such a state of undress.” Lady Fuller said.

“He certainly could have put on a shirt.” Lord Fuller added.

“Could not agree more. Nothing worse than a state of undress.” Lady Arnold said, while looking directly at me. I noticed the hidden jab directed towards me that obviously went undetected by Lord and Lady Fuller. Lady Arnold’s words were definitely society talk because they did not match her actions behind closed doors.

Lord and Lady Fuller’s attention was pulled elsewhere and I tried to see what they were looking at and my jaw hit the floor when I saw her walking down the stairs.

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It was a loose screw according to my favorite footman David. My family and I were on our way to tonight’s ball when one of the wheels of our carriage ran over a large rock. According to David, a carriage in its pristine condition would have been able to withstand such little impact, but since the screw was loose it fell off and caused us to tilt downward.

Because of this accident we were late to the ball. My mom was stressed because we were going to arrive late to the ball and the Queen is supposed to be in attendance tonight. If the Queen was not attending there would have not been a problem. People arrive late to balls all the time and no one bats an eye when someone struts in a little later than usual. But this was the Queen we were talking about and she did not take these things lightly. She expected to you to be on time, and that was not going to happen.

David rose after inspecting the broken wheel and turned to us.

“Lady Clearwater if you leave now you can arrive only a few minutes late to the ball tonight. You and your two daughters can join Lord Clearwater and your sons in their carriage. You will be here all night if you wait.”

Mama thought about it for a few moments before deciding.

“Alright thank you David.” My mama said.

“Come along girls.” She gestured for me and Adeline to follow her to the other carriage with my father and brother. After we all climbed in, the carriage continued its way to the Queen’s ball.

“Well this is cozy.” Alex joked.

I laughed in response, but my mama still showed a worried face. My father tried to console her, but she was still concerned about being late and I couldn’t blame her. I too am anxious to see how Queen Charlotte shall react to our lateness.

We passed the modiste and at the corner of my eye I noticed Alex staring at me. I met his gaze and gave him a questioning look. His expression did not change, and he looked out the window. That was odd. But I decided to shake it off.

We arrived at a Queen’s ball and David helped me out of carriage. Mama quickly grabbed Alex’s arm, but he refused.

“Go with father. I will take Y/n.”

Mama nodded, not wanting to argue and prolong our lateness. Alex looped his arm with mine and as we walked I could tell something was on his mind. I tapped his arm with my fingers three times. Something we used to do when we were kids when we were wanted to talk. Alex laughed in response with his head down.

“You have not done that in so long.” He said.

I thought about it and realized that he was right.

“You are correct. I did not realize.”

He nodded in response and we continued waking in silence. I know he wanted to share something, so I prompted him to speak his mind.

“Are you alright Carina?”

“Of course Felis why do you ask?”

He thought for a moment before speaking.

“I know we all have been telling you this, but you seem off. I remember when you used to come to me for every little thing. You would tell me everything. Now you do not do that anymore. All those days you spend cooped up in your room, I was waiting for you to come to me, but you never did. I know something is wrong and you are not obligated to tell me everything, but I miss you. I want you to know that I can still be your shoulder to cry and lean on.”

My brothers words made me want to cry. If only he knew how many times I wanted to spill what was on my mind. To confide in him and tell him all my worries. There are some things that I can discuss with him, but I cannot share my biggest issue with him. If he found out about what happened with Benedict I do not know what he would do and I do not want to find out. However, I have been shutting him out more than usual and I needed to change that.

“I know I have been off lately and I am sorry I have been so closed off. It was never my intention to shut you out the way I did and I am sorry for all the pain I have caused you. I did want to reach out and tell you my worries, but I was too caught up in my own feelings. From now on I will tell you what is on my mind if you promise to do the same.”

Alex smiled at my response and kissed the top of my head.

“I just want to make sure that you are all right. It is not alright to keep all those feelings bottled up. Sometimes you need to release them by talking to someone.”

I nodded my head at his words.

“Now let’s hurry up, we have fallen behind from mother and father.”

Alex and I reached the doors of the ballroom and we noticed our parents and sister were still waiting outside for us.

“Okay we are all here.” Mama said.

Before we walked in, I grabbed my fan tied around my wrist and opened it up to cover my face.

(A/n for this entrance scene I am imagining it like when Daphne entered the ball after she ended things with Simon and dropped the fan in front of the prince)

My family and I entered the ballroom and as we walked down the stairs, I traced the railing with my white gloved hand. The majority of everyone’s eyes landed on all of us, but that could be because we were late. My attire, as well as my persona, tonight was very different from my previous ones. Instead of the usual family color purple, or my spring like hues, my dress tonight was purely white.

The sleeves were puffed out with a tule material and my dress was a silk satin material with pearl accents scattered around. Alexandra added a sheer silver glitter fabric overlay to add a wow factor to the ensemble. My hair was tied into a high pony and my hair was curled to accentuate my hairstyle. A crown was placed on my head which made me feel like a princess, or as close as I ever would get to feeling like one.

In my right hand I held the feather hand held fan and shook it in front of my face from time to time to add for effect. What I was doing seemed to be working because several suitors began to make there way to the bottom of the staircase.

Even though I was secretly courting Maxwell, and the only other people who knew were my family and the Bridgertons, I wanted to show Benedict that his actions did not affect me. I was moving on with life and if he wanted to talk he would have to initiate conversation.

I reached the bottom of the stairs, and a suitors stood in front of me. I believe he was Lord James.

I dropped my fan purposefully, a trick I learned from my mother, and Lord James quickly picked it up from the ground. He dusted it off before handing it back to me.

“Miss Clearwater.” He bowed. “May I have the pleasure of being your first dance partner?”

“The pleasure is mine.” The said.

I separated myself from Alex and offered my dance card to Lord James. He signed his name for the dance that was coming up right now, so I handed my mama my fan and followed Lord James to take our places.

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Benedict

I could not believe what I was seeing and I had no intention to look away. There Y/n was looking ethereal in an all white gown as she and her family walked down the stairs. I was entranced as she ascended the stairs without a care in the world.

Her appearance taunted me as if she was telling me you can look at me, but you cannot touch me or have me. It reminded me of the words my mother would tell me as a child: look with your eyes, and not with your hands. But I did not want to just look at her I wanted to do more. I stopped my thoughts before they went somewhere I did not want them to be.

She dropped her fan, which was definitely on purpose, and a man nearby picked it up. They exchanged a few words before they made their way to the dance floor and I could not help but feel some type of way. His hand should not be on her waist like that. He should not be smiling down at her like that. They should not be that close to one another. They were too close for my comfort and it took everything in me not to walk over there and cut in to be her dance partner.

That should be me dancing with her on the dance floor, me holding her in my arms, me whispering in her ear. I grabbed a glass of champagne from a nearby servant and downed it in one go and I placed the glass back on the plate before he could leave.

Seeing her dance was agonizing, but finally the music came to a stop and the man she was dancing with bowed as she curtsied in return. I needed to get to her now and fast before someone else does.

I dashed across the ballroom to where she was near the dessert table. Y/n was eying the different ice cream flavors, but she was also with her mother. I took this as an opportunity to make myself known because I knew her mom will know something is up if she dismisses me. I approached Y/n and her mother and her mother was the first to recognize me.

“Benedict! How lovely to see you dear!”

“It is lovely to see you as wall Lady Clearwater and you as well Y/n.” I replied.

Y/n’s mother gave me a look, “What did I say about calling me Lady Clearwater Benedict.”

“You told me to call you Aphrodite.”

“Correct! There is no need for formalities when you are with me.”

“Understood.”

Y/n’s mother looked at Y/n and said, “You are rather quiet Y/n. You are usually quite the chatterbox when you are with him. Are you alright?”

Y/n was staring ahead, but quickly broke from her trance after hearing her mother’s words.

“I am alright. I was just thinking.” Y/n tried to muster a smile, but I could tell it was forced. Her mother did not seem to buy it either, but she remained quiet.

“I actually came over to ask if Y/n would like to join me on to the dance floor. It has been a while since we shared a dance and she is my favorite dance partner.” I said.

“Oh that sounds wonderful! Y/n has some time before her next dance! You two go on ahead!”

Y/n’s mother turned around to look at the ice cream and I extended my hand for Y/n’s dance card. Y/n started at my hand and then up at me. After contemplating for a few moments, she finally slipped her dance card off her wrist and handed it to me. After I signed my name, with the attaches writing tool, I reached out my hand toward her and she accepted it with a sigh. I then gently guided her to take our places onto the dance floor. The music began and we eventually fell into a comfortable stance that felt familiar. Y/n had said nothing, so I decided to get the conversation rolling.

“How are you Y/n?” I asked softly.

She did not respond and instead looked somewhere else over my shoulder. Now she was completely ignoring me. What a great start Benedict.

The dance required to have her with her back facing towards me, so I waited until we were face to face to ask,

“Are you well?”

Still nothing.

But I wasn’t going to give up. Before this ball was over I was going to clear the air with Y/n and that was a fact.

The music slowly came to an end and I slightly bowed and Y/n slightly curtsied in return.

“Thank you for the dance.” she said quietly before quickly leaving the dance floor.

“Wait!” I shouted, but even if she heard me, which I know she did, she still kept on walking. My only solution was to follow her. Y/n made her way up the stairs and up to the second floor. I followed her closely behind. Y/n found her way to the doors that led to the balcony and she quickly walked through them. When I approached the door, my hand touched the door knob, but I hesitated to open the door.

I wanted to talk to her, but did she want to talk to me? She was going through all this effort to avoid me and I almost walked away from the door, but then my mind went to the night Y/n had a panic attack. If I did not come to comfort her she would have been struggling alone. I did not know if she was suffering from one right now, but I did not want to take that chance. I took a deep breath before opening the door.

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Why won’t Benedict just leave me alone! He knows that I do not wish to talk to him, I have made myself quite clear, but her either does not seem to get the hint or simply does not care. Yes. Eventually I wish to have a conversation with him about our situation, but not tonight. I am not ready just yet.

I wanted to walk away when he approached my mom and I, and I would have, but of course my mom had to agree upon Benedict dancing with me when he proposed the idea. I wanted to reject his hand when he held it out for me, but I could not do that in front of my mother, so I took his hand.

I thought I would flinch from his touch, but my body reacted differently. When he placed his hand on my waist my body instantly relaxed. As if my body knew it was home. When he pressed my back against his chest, I felt his breath against my head and it reminded me of when his family came over for dinner and his face was in kissing distance of mine. And then later that night we kissed. The kiss.

Maybe it was a good idea to talk tonight. To find out what he was thinking, but then I remembered the way he reacted when I tried to talk with him. He flat out ignored me. So it was only fitting for me to do the same.

My eyes wandered to the view below me. From here I could see the beautiful garden. It held an array of different flowers and plants and I couldn’t help, but admire the beauty. There was man made trail that led from the garden and into the woods that was nearby. Overhead the trail were white arches that were covered in flowers and it acted like a tunnel. It must be so wonderful to walk through the tunnel.

I looked to my right and noticed vines with light pink roses. I was always fascinated with flowers, so I approached the roses to inspect them further. I was about to pluck one off the vine for myself when I suddenly heard the balcony doors open and close.

I already knew who it was. I did not even need to turn around to know.

“Y/n.”

Hearing his voice only confirmed my claim. I knew Benedict would follow me.

“Y/n.” He said again.

I retracted my hand from the pink rose and turned around to see Benedict looking down at me.

“Benedict.” I said coldly.

He seemed hurt with my tone, but I did not care. If he wanted to gain back my trust he would have to earn it.

“I wanted to talk with you.” He said.

“You are talking with me now.”

I wanted to walk away, but there was nowhere to go except back to the ballroom and I would like to stay thank you very much. For awhile it was silent and none of us dared to move until he tentatively reached for my hand. When he noticed that I did not move away my hand, he took that as a chance to gently grab it and I let him. The pad of his thumb gently caressed the side of hand and it took everything in my power not to smile. I wanted to continue giving him the cold shoulder, but he wasn’t making it easier.

I could tell he was nervous, but I waited for what he had to say.

“I’m sorry.” He said.

I was not expecting him to say that. I thought he was going to start with explaining why he was acting the way he was.

“Sorry for?” I tried to act uncertain, but I had a feeling I knew what he was sorry for.

“For ignoring you the other night.” He said. “I was upset and I took my anger out on you. When you smiled I ignored you and I am truly sorry. I now realize you were only trying to be kind towards me and I repaid that kindness by being rude. I was just…”

He paused and it looked like he was trying to figure out the right words to say.

“I thought you wanted nothing to do with me anymore.” He finally said.

“What do you mean?”

“After we kissed…the expression on your face showed that you did not like it.”

Now I was shocked and more confused. I do not remember showing a face of disgust after we kissed, but then again I do not know what my face looked like at that moment. Maybe I did show disgust, but I did not mean it. I was mostly confused. Confused on what our kiss would mean for us and wondering if he had feelings for me like how I have them for him.

“I did not feel that way at all.” I said.

Now he was the one who was shocked and confused.

“In fact I enjoyed it a lot. I was scared about what the kiss would mean for us. I did not want to ruin the friendship that we have, but a part of me wanted more and I was afraid about your feelings on the matter. I know you do not possess feelings for me and I respect that, but I want things to be the way they used to be. You and me as friends.”

I looked at Benedict. Awaiting his answer. Suddenly his face broke into a smile.

“That is where you’re wrong.” He said.

“What do you mean?”

“I wish for us to not be just friends. I wish to be more than friends.”

This was very shocking to hear. So all this time Benedict had feelings for me. He reciprocates the feelings that I have for him. I could not tell if this was real or just a figment of my imagination, so I asked.

“Is this real?”

Benedict chuckled at my question.

“Yes. Yes this is very real. My love for you is real and I want to be given the chance to show you how much I love you. If you will let me.”

I lost my will to speak. All I could do was simply nod at his words.

“You do not know how many times I dreamed about this moment happening.” He stated.

“Oh yeah…so what happens next?” I replied after I found my voice.

“Well after I tell you of my feelings, you confess your undying love for me.”

I playfully roll my eyes at his choice of words. He looks at me as if he is waiting for my answer.

“Oh you want me to answer?”

“Yes that would be much appreciated.” He chuckled. “I want to make sure this is real as well.”

I took a deep breath and stared into his crystal blue eyes. His eyes that make me feel safe and at home. The pair of eyes that wrap me in a warm comforting embrace when I’m feeling upset. That’s why the next sentence I said was as easy as breathing.

“Benedict I am hopelessly in love with you.”

Benedict’s smile grew bigger if that was even possible.

“What happens next?” I asked playing along.

“Next. I come to you.” He approached me slowly as he said so. Our faces were now inches from each other. “Then…” he grabbed a nervy rose that was behind me and carefully placed it in my hair. “…I tell you how beautiful you look tonight.” His words make my cheeks color and I step back in embarrassment.

My back made contact with the balcony and Benedict had me trapped. There was nowhere to go, but I did not feel like a prisoner. I felt comfortable and I knew that Benedict would let me leave if I wished to do so.

“I grab on to your cheek and look into your eyes.” Benedict continued as his hand found its way to the side my face and his blue eyes stared into my e/c eyes. “And then…”

“And then?” I ask.

“I think you know what happens next.” He said.

And before I could say anything back, Benedict grabbed both sides of my arms and moved me so that my back was against the wall next to the balcony doors. There was a pillar between us and the door, so no one would see us if they see walking by. We were completely alone and out of sight from the ton.

Benedict slowly inched closer towards me and used his pointer finger to lift my chin up.He looked into my eyes silently asking for my permission for what was about to come next and I gave it to him.

Benedict then closed the distance between us and placed his lips onto mine.

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