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rush-the-stars · 1 year ago

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take this bc it’s plaguing me. then i’m disappearing again bc i should be focusing on other things.

i hate childe. btw. don’t let this make you think otherwise.

cw: blood, gore; specifically a dismembered head. childe being crazy.

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The door’s burst open in a loud thud that echoes against all the cold marble and stone of the throne room. The wind howls as its let in, agonized, like an unsettled spirit. You pick your head up to see the whipping snow burst in with the open doors. Guards frantically move and then are shoved aside. One stumbles away.

The Tsaritsa, behind her veil of lace and diamonds, carefully inquires her head.

You sit beside her; her calculated right hand. Her most dear.

Your eyes focus on the commotion at the entrance. Another guard is thrown out of the way. You rise, wary, alert.

But the Tsaritsa hums in amusement and now you see what’s caused all the commotion.

Crimson breaks across the shining, pearl floor. A stark drag of it as Tartaglia, the eleventh Harbinger, stalks inside.

(You once knew him as Ajax—)

He looks wild; hair matted with blood, his face splattered with it. His eyes, so blue against the red, like the too-hot part of a flame. He looks wild, too, all predator—dangerous. A little mad-eyed.

When he gets to the bottom of the dais that you and the Tsaritsa sit upon, he tosses something down in front of him.

The dull, muted thud of it echoes softly.

Your mouth falls open—

It’s a head. It’s eyes wide open in frozen terror, lifeless, jaw unhinged and hanging. The neck has been severed and still drips in thick, dark fluids. Tendons dangle uselessly, flappy skin hanging, all of it so pale or so red. So shocking you almost don’t register what you’re seeing.

“What’s this?” The Tsaritsa asks lightly, in that soft, musical voice of hers.

“What you wanted.” Tartaglia says, loud enough for the room to hear, for the spectacle of it all. He’s panting, a little crazed.

“Do you want a reward for doing as you’re told?” She asks, just shy of fond, and deeply amused with him.

“Yes, actually.” He says and this time when he grins, it could be boyish and handsome if he wasn’t covered in so much blood—if it didn’t stretch into feral. A muzzle over his white, white teeth.

He lifts his sword, still dripping with blood, and points it at you.

You feel your heart jump and thud in the cage of your chest.

(He doesn’t look like the boy you knew—you don’t think you look like the girl he knew anymore, either.)

Still, he says, and there is triumph there that shouldn’t be;

“I want her hand in marriage.”

#idk idk idk something something childhood friends w him #before he goes into the abyss and comes back so changed #and he goes to the fatui and you go to the courts of snezhnaya #and you’re cunning and vicious in your own ways #and a high ranking lady that tsaritsa likes a great deal #and she’s trying to marry you off find you a suitable match #and childe gets wind of it #ANYWAYS #goodbye again i’ll be going now #cw gore #cw blood #cielo writes!#cielo’s writing!

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dragon-kazansky · 10 months ago

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Bridgerton shade of blue

Benedict Bridgerton x Female reader

Benedict bumps into you, quite literally, at a ball while trying to escape his mother's attempts to find him a partner. You decide to humour him with a dance, not realising just how entwined you would become with him. It seems the universe will find every excuse to push you and Benedict together, no matter how much you fight it.

{Masterlist}

{Next Chapter}

Season one

Chapter One - Mr Bridgerton

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A day late. No matter. At least you would be in London for the season, though you wouldn't be able to debut properly, much like the other ladies of the season.

It mattered not to you. You would rather keep to yourself than be shown off to the Queen in a satin gown, announcing to the ton you were eligible.

If you were to find a husband, it would be on your own terms. You swore by that. You would play the game much like all the others, but without shouting about it and making a statement.

Yes, you intended to marry. Perhaps not this year, but soon enough. It had been something you had thought about a great deal over the winter. Still, you'll see what the ton has to offer this year.

Though you were not there, you had received word that a Miss Daphne Bridgerton had been called a diamond of the first water by Last Whistledown in her gossip column.

Everyone was talking about it.

Bridgerton was a name you had heard but not quite familiar with on any personal terms. They were known for being beautiful. Handsome sons and beautiful daughters. Dowager Violet Bridgerton was very proud of her children, even when they vexed her sometimes.

But that was all you knew. It did not surprise you that her daughter would have the eyes of the ton on her. She would find herself a wonderful match, surely.

You sit at your vanity table and watch the reflection of your dear mother in the mirror as she enters the room. She saunters in and places your gown delicately on the bed. She then turns so elegantly toward you and smiles, coming to stand beside you. Her hand settles on your shoulder.

"You will look beautiful, dear."

You only smile softly and look at your reflection. You have no intention of standing out at all. You would go in, make yourself acquainted, and perhaps dance with a few friendly faces.

Within the hour, you were dressed and decorated with pretty jewels and accessories. Your mother owned a fine collection of jewellery, some of the few things she still had from the old house. Since the passing of your father, your belongings had shrunk as you moved around the country.

"Thank you, Mama." You touch the necklace with your gloved fingers gently, admiring the way it glittered in the light.

Before you knew it, you were on your way to the ball. Lady Danbury, a well-known figure in the ton, was hosting. Apparently, it was going to be quite the night. Your mother was most excited to see you dance tonight.

That is, should anyone take a liking to dancing with you.

The ballroom was well lit and full of colourful gowns and sparkly necks. Fans fluttered softly, barely brushing the chins of the beautiful ladies present. Gentleman circled the room looking for a partner to either dance or converse with.

You mother gave your arm a squeeze as she smiled, looking around the room.

"You shall find a man in this room, I am certain of it."

"Mother..." You sigh. You knew you weren't getting any younger, but you still had time to find someone for yourself. You did not want to feel the pressure of society weighing down on you because you were looking for someone suitable.

Love matches were rare, and you doubted you would ever be so lucky to have such a connection with someone. Your mother had not been in love with your father when they married, nor up until his death.

Love was rare indeed.

You scan the room, watching people dance, other converse, some take a turn around the room. There was much activity. All debutantes were here looking for a match.

"That young gentleman over there, I believe that's Colin Bridgerton. Mrs Brooks told me of that family in quite some detail." Your mother says. "Handsome, is he not?"

You hum softly as you continue looking about the room. A young woman in a bright yellow gown seems to be watching Colin Bridgerton with interest.

People star to turn toward the entrance. You move your head in the same direction to find three beautiful people entering the room.

"Ah, that there is Anthony Bridgerton, the eldest of eight. On his arm, I believe that is Daphne Bridgerton, and that's their mother, Violet Bridgerton." Your mother harpers on.

There is no denying the beauty that family holds. Each one is utterly perfect. They all look so like, yet differ in the most wonderful ways. You wonder what it would be like to have so many siblings, or any at all, for that matter.

"Isn't she beautiful?"

"Yes," you agree. Daphne was quite the sight. "She shall have no issue finding a husband, I am certain."

Your mother squeezes your arm. "Nor shall you."

You find it less likely than Daphne, but you will humour your mother for her own sake.

One such young man approaches Daphne, but after a short conversation with her brother, he scampers. You wonder what was said to leave a man looking so dejected. Surely she hadn't rejected him so easily. You begin to wonder if Daphne will have any ease at all.

You watch Anthony escort his sister around the room and decide you might do the same. No one was particularly paying you any mind anyway. You free yourself from your mother's hold and begins to drifting away from her side. She watches you go, sighing softly.

You stroll slowly along the sidelines, eyes fluttering from one couple to the next. A large group was already dancing. Everyone looked so dignified and elegant.

Not a single person was sparing you a glance. You almost expected as much. It was hard to stand out in a room full of such lovely people. You continued to watch other dance as you strolled.

With Daphne in Anthony's care, Violet Bridgerton felt she needed to take this chance to push one of her other sons in the direction of some of the fine ladies.

Colin was already out dancing.

Benedict was in her line of sight.

With a smile on her face, she began to approach her second eldest son. Benedict had been talking to Lady Danbury. However, when he caught sight of his mother coming over, he panicked. He bid a quick and barely audible farewell and hurried off into the crowds.

Violet came to stop beside Lady Danbury, knowing full well she wasn't going to chase her son down. The two ladies chuckled softly.

Not knowing his mother had decided to just let him go, Benedict fled further into the room. He was determined to put space between himself and his mother. He was so busy checking behind him, be wasn't paying attention to anyone in front of him.

It happened quite suddenly.

Benedict collided with someone. He moved so quickly, grabbing onto the other person and spinning them around to slow down his momentum and prevent them from falling over. He looked down and found himself looking into a pretty pair of eyes.

"I am sorry." You say, looking up at him. It clicks instantly that he's a Bridgerton. He looks like his brothers.

"No, no. Allow me to apologise. I wasn't looking," he says.

Benedict takes a moment to realise his hands are settled on your upper arms. He drops them instantly and takes a step back. No one seemed to take much notice, but he spotted a couple of people turning his way. People always notice his family.

You look at him silently for a moment. You feel awkward, not knowing what else to say.

"Well, good night," you curtsy and try to walk away, but he stops you rather quickly.

"Wait."

You turn back to him.

"Dance with me?" He asks suddenly. He can see his mother amongst the other faces in the crowd. She's looking for him, he is certain of it.

"Oh, um. Very well." You're caught off guard by his sudden invitation.

You take his hand and allow him to guide you to where the others are dancing. You get into position and begin. Benedict doesn't say anything for a while. He is keeping his gaze locked on the crowd. You break the silence between you by giving him your name. Benedict snaps out of his daze and looks at you.

"Oh, right. Yes. I'm Benedict. Bridgerton. Benedict Bridgerton." He gives a little smile.

"I've seen your other siblings here tonight."

"Yes. My sister is debuting." His eyes flicker back up to the crowd. Violet has spotted him she looks ecstatic. Benedict wonders if that's better or worse.

"She's breathtaking."

He looks at you again. "Yes. I suppose she is."

You get the idea that he isn't much in the mood for talking, and you keep quiet for the rest of the dance. When the music comes to a close, you curtsy, and he bows. The next piece begins to play.

"Well, thank you," you say softly.

Benedict snaps back into focus and looks at you. He takes your dance card and writes his name on it before excusing himself. You watch him go and sigh. You look at the card and see his neat penmanship.

"Benedict Bridgerton. Who would have thought." You mutter to yourself.

You leave the floor.

Your mother comes over quickly and snakes her arm around yours again. She looks delighted.

"You danced with a Bridgerton! That will certainly gain some attention for you." She sounded far too happy for your liking.

"Yes, I suppose it might."

As she begins to yap on in your ear, you turn in time to see Anthony and Daphne speaking to their mother. After a moment, they leave the ball altogether.

You wished you could do the same.

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@callmemana - @lilscast - @imgondeletedis - @benedictbridgertonss - @clownsdiehard - @wxnterwidow333

@sillynilly27 -

#Bridgerton shade of blue #benedict bridgerton x reader #bridgerton #female reader #dragon writes

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trustmypoison · 2 months ago

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Ah! Love - Epilogue

Yoon Jeonghan isn’t told ‘no’ often - or ever, really. So, when his friends set him up to get turned down, his ego is shattered. But his friends didn’t realize they just introduced him to his new partner in crime.

You can find the Ah! Love masterlist here.

Playlist: Ah! Love by Seventeen; Can’t Get You by Jaehyun; Bonnie & Clyde by Yuqi

Word count: 700

Parts of this story will contain explicit content that's not suitable for minors, so MDNI.

This is a repost of a previous fic I did. It was one of the first fics that I ever posted on here and I wish I had made some different choices aesthetically. The content will be the same, it will just be a little prettier and more readable.

Y/N peers through the sheer white veil, a bouquet clutched tightly in her hands. She frowns.

It’s because Jeonghan is laughing at her. “This feels like deja vu a little bit, Y/N.”

“Why are you picking on me on today of all days?” Y/N whines, hand falling to her sides, petals falling to the floor as the bouquet hits her thigh. “You know it’s been a stressful day. Stressful week, even!”

Jeonghan’s laughing again as he steps closer. His hands lift the veil and he places a soft kiss on her lips. No one’s looking at them this time around. “I know, I’m sorry. There are just some good memories like this. I saw her put the veil on you after you caught the bouquet.”

“I told her I was already married. I shouldn’t be the one with any of this,” Y/N grumbled, gesturing to the bouquet and veil.

“You’re the maid of honor, you have to do whatever she says,” Jeonghan reminds her, putting a hand around her waist to pull her close. “How are your feet? And your back?”

“Not great. I’m ready to crash,” Y/N slumps against him, trying not to get make up on his dress shirt. He’s lost the suit jacket hours ago and his tie is loosened. The whole look makes Y/N salivate a little. Instead she says, “I want some champagne.”

“I know, baby,” he soothes, patting the top of her head. The DJ comes to the mic before he can say anything else.

“It’s time for the bride and groom to cut the cake! Please gather around.”

Y/N and Jeonghan turn, mostly with Jeonghan’s help, to find the happy couple standing behind a tiered cake decorated with white and pink frosting. Minseo would not consider any other color schemes. It had to match the bridesmaids dresses after all.

Y/N watches Minseo look up at her new husband, a finger wagging at him as she scolds him. He smiles good-naturedly, nodding along with her. She’s surely warning him to not shove cake in her face. Y/N doesn’t think Mingyu will. He’s too soft for Minseo.

“Weird, isn’t it?” She finds herself mumbling into Jeonghan’s ear

He giggles in her ear. “You could say that, yeah. Didn’t think I’d be at Kim Mingyu’s wedding anytime soon. Or at all if I’m honest.” They don’t say anything else as they watch the newlyweds cut the cake and share a bite, clapping loudly. Minseo looks pleased that she doesn’t have cake all over her face.

As soon as the crowd begins to disperse, Jeonghan is leading her to a seat and she drops into it, kicking off her heels under the table. “Better?” He asks, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, hands coming to her shoulders to rub gently.

“Yeah. What would I do without you?” Y/N giggles.

“Hey, that’s my line!” Jeonghan teases.

Seungcheol approaches them with a wide grin and a plate in each hand. He hands one to Jeonghan and slides one to Y/N. She immediately notices that there are two slices and she looks up at him questioningly. Seungcheol laughs. “I know the rule by now. One for you, one for the baby.” He walks away without another word.

Jeonghan is chuckling as he sits down next to Y/N. “That is your rule now. Has been for a while now.”

Y/N places one hand on her stomach and picks up the fork with the other. “This baby is a parasite,” she jokes. Jeonghan knows it’s meant in jest so he just shakes his head.

“I know. I feed your cravings daily, remember? That baby has some strange tastes already.” He lets her finish her cake and when she sits back in her seat, his hand lands on top of hers on her stomach, feeling her matching wedding ring underneath his fingers. “You know, Minseo will forgive you if you’re done for the night. The other bridesmaids aren’t six months pregnant and can handle it just fine.”

Y/N pouts, glancing over to the head table where Minseo and Mingyu are whispering between kisses. She looks back at her husband. “Maybe we can just sit here for a while?”

Jeonghan leans over to kiss her lips and it feels and tastes sweet. “Whatever you want, baby.”

#jeonghan #yoon jeonghan #jeonghan x reader #yoon jeonghan x reader #jeonghan imagines #yoon jeonghan imagines #seventeen #svt #seventeen x reader #svt x reader #seventeen imagines #svt imagines

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agentrouka-blog · 9 months ago

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omfg you have every right to be angry over that anon. What a condescending, arrogant ask. There's an extra level of insult, because people aren't just trying to dispute your opinion, they're trying to waste your time, energy, and thinking too. It's not an honest and equal debate, it's just pure entitlement.

Something for your perusal: I've been reading the ASOIAF books again and was curious when I came upon Catelyn's passage up the Eyrie in AGOTA, where she laments that Mya Stone won't be able to marry the boy she's in love with because she's a bastard. Then Catelyn muses that Mya reminds her of Sansa. I thought this was interesting because of how the information is introduced, and then the Mya-Sansa parallels. Sansa becomes a bastard when Jon is a secret prince sort of business. I haven't seen anybody mention this and thought it was curious.

Thank you! <3

And there's actually a lot of stuff in that Mya Stone moment.

For one, it happens at a time when we already know that Sansa's own dreams are as hopeless as Mya's, no matter that Sansa is trueborn, because Cat and Ned both agreed to marry her to House Lannister and at the Trident Joffrey took off his mask and nothing is being done about it regarding Sansa.

Then we have the parallel to Littlefinger, whose crush (trueborn but low status) was always as hopeless as Mya's.

Then we have the fact that Cat foregoes an obvious comparison (tomboyish Arya) by focusing on not one but two other people in regard to Mya. First the unpleasant association with Jon Snow, followed by a softening when she recognizes the resemblance to Sansa.

"Mya Stone, if it please you, my lady," the girl said. It did not please her; it was an effort for Catelyn to keep the smile on her face. Stone was a bastard's name in the Vale, as Snow was in the north, and Flowers in Highgarden; in each of the Seven Kingdoms, custom had fashioned a surname for children born with no names of their own. Catelyn had nothing against this girl, but suddenly she could not help but think of Ned's bastard on the Wall, and the thought made her angry and guilty, both at once. She struggled to find words for a reply. [...] "Mychel's my love," Mya explained. "Mychel Redfort. He's squire to Ser Lyn Corbray. We're to wed as soon as he becomes a knight, next year or the year after." She sounded so like Sansa, so happy and innocent with her dreams. Catelyn smiled, but the smile was tinged with sadness. The Redforts were an old name in the Vale, she knew, with the blood of the First Men in their veins. His love she might be, but no Redfort would ever wed a bastard. His family would arrange a more suitable match for him, to a Corbray or a Waynwood or a Royce, or perhaps a daughter of some greater house outside the Vale. If Mychel Redfort laid with this girl at all, it would be on the wrong side of the sheet. (AGOT, Catelyn VI)

Mya makes her feel guilty and angry when thinking of Jon Snow, but bittersweet when contemplating her similarity to Sansa and the impossibility of her dreams. It's easier to handle Mya's status when connecting her to Sansa, someone Cat knows how to love, rather than Jon, whose existence strips all romance from the veneer of the brutal society and the reality of patriarchy for Catelyn herself. She doesn't hate bastards, she even has sympathy for them. She only hates what Jon represents for herself.

Sansa ends up modeling her own bastard figure after Jon Snow (fourteen and bastard brave), and from what we have seen of Jon's own struggles with bastardy, his own unfullfilled dreams, it becomes easy to directly compare Sansa and Jon as similar souls, with similar hopes and disappointments, with their shared longing for something unattainable by the rules of their society.

Within the one mirroring scene coming down the mountain in AFFC, Sansa contemplates Mya Stone's lost virtue (after Cat's predictions have come to pass) and potential future husband of fitting status who would love her anyway, and she will also be reminded of Jon Snow. "I am a bastard too now, just like him. Oh, it would be so sweet, to see him once again. But of course that could never be."

The chapter ends with a proposed miracle transformation. Littlefinger paints the picture of a reveal of true identity: The bastard sheds their mask and is recognized for their true self. Something that can only happen to a false bastard. Like Sansa.

Who is so similar to Jon. With his impossible dreams.

#rouka queue #bastardy #mya stone #sansa stark #jon snow #catelyn stark #foreshadowing #jonsa

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writers-potion · 9 months ago

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Making Up Love Spells

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Rituals

Most common ingredients:

roses

something from each of he two people

red or pink candles

a fruit

a crystal

spices

herbs

a ribbon

red wine

Clients

Most clients are besotted with someone who doesn't reciprocate their feelings.

desperate clients looking for love

they believe that the love spell is in the best interests of that person

parents and politicans resort to love spells to bring about an advantageous match

couple seeking a solution to save their crumbling marriage

willing to pay any prize for the spell to free themselves from pain

Conflicts

Some magic systems consider it unethical to meddle with people's feelings.

Magicians may make good money from performing banned love spells or providing illegal love droughts.

Some magicians compromise by creating spells which work only if there are preexisting affection between the cople.

Other magicians may try to dissuade the client from focusing on a specific person. They may recommend a general love spells that will help them find a suitable match.

For a strictly ethical magician, requests for love spells can lead to terrible dilemmas:

what if the client is in so much pain due to unrequited love?

What if the client refuses to take no for an answer?

What if the client is a king (or someone in power)?

What if a ruthless magicians agrees to waive his principles and grant the hero the love spell...but only at a terrible price?

What if the magician suffers from unrequited love herself? Would she use her powers for their own gain?

Consequences

What if the love spells works at first, but wears off at the wedding/wedding night?

What id the two love each other, but it is an unhappy one that they can't extract themselves from?

What if the client loses interest first but the other person is still under the force of the love spell?

What if the victim's family offers even more money to the magician to undo the spell?

What if he heroine discovers that her best friend is about to get married under a powerful love spell? What if she finds out that her parents were forced to marry under a spell?

What if a rich heiress hires bodyguard magicians to protect herself from love spells?

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keyh0use · 1 year ago

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Chapter 2

I swear I'll get around to actually writing this soon, but have some parts of the outline for Chapter 2

♡ When Rafe and Barry decide to make things official, and then go public, no one is surprised.

♡ They say I love you to each other right off the bat, because they felt it way before it was okay to admit

♡ Sarah claims she's the reason they came to their senses

♡ Ward was already well acquainted with Barry, but started requesting the two spend time alone like he does with John B.

♡ The Cameron Patriarch brings up marriage a lot, just to see if Barry will squirm

♡ Wheezie claims Barry as her very best friend

♡ Both siblings, though they always loved their brother, find him much more tolerable to be around, not nearly as high strung and angered as easily.

♡ Once Barry had approval from both Ward and Rose as a suitable partner, he was awarded a key to Tanneyhill.

♡ Barry does disgusting, degrading things to Rafe all over the mansion.

♡ Rafe had been living with the dealer for almost a year prior to the relationship, so it seemed silly to not make that official, too.

♡ Only Ward was absolutely against it. He hadn't been able to win over John B. and Sarah, but Barry fucked around with some dangerous people in the past, so he was willing to let the real estate expert find them a home close enough to the south side to make the man's commute to work not suck, while still allowing the kook prince his status.

♡ Rafe never thought of himself as the type to be so particular over interior design, but he and Topper go to the mainland and spend forever picking out the perfect furniture.

♡ And then the kooks make Barry and his friends unload the truck and build everything

♡ Barry lives to take care of Rafe. It's his favorite thing, knowing instinctively what the boy needs and doing it before he even needs to be asked.

♡ Rafe's counter argument everytime Barry brings up having kids is: "Spend some one on one time with Wheezie, you'll change your mind."

♡ But Barry loves Wheezie, and he won't change his mind and secretly Rafe doesn't want him to, starting to feel ready to sit down and really talk about it.

♡ For now, Rafe's baby is his boat, graciously signed over to him from his dad. The boy spends countless hours fixing things before they break and sailing and forcing Barry to join him, which he always does because he likes how pretty Rafe looks in the glow of the sunset while bouncing on his lap, both of them damn near breaking longue chairs by being too rough every single time.

♡ It's mandatory for the couple to attend all sorts of kook events. One night after the two stumble into their cute home after a few too many expensive drinks, Barry admits he loves when Rafe forces them to match outfits.

♡ There's not a single anniversary or engagement party or family dinner or anything else where Rafe hasn't snuck off to get fucked in the bathroom, Barry's hand clasped over the boys mouth to muffle the slutty moans he's not even trying to hold in.

♡ Rafe will try to tame his sweaty hair and use cool water to get rid of the flush to no avail. John B. will fist bump Barry just as Sarah clues in with ew, gross.

♡ Both men are big fans of PDA, jealous and possessive despite having no reason to be.

♡ Rafe likes being told who he belongs to, whether it's while the older man is buried balls deep inside him or sleepily mumbled against his neck before bed.

♡ Some guy comes in to buy a ring for his soon-to-be wife, asking for Barry's advice. Barry has a lot of thoughts regarding jewellery, and when the customer asks if he's married the man says, "Nah, but my boyfriend's into all this stuff."

♡ After the guy has left with a dainty ring, Barry spends the rest of his shift pacing the floor trying to think of how he'll possibly grow the balls to ask Ward fucking Cameron for his only sons hand. Stupid kooks and their traditions.

♡ But then some lady makes a comment about someone like Barry being with someone like young Mr. Rafe Cameron at Midsummer's and Ward is the first to jump to his defense.

♡ "Don't listen to people like that, son. Some of these folks are too stuck in their ways," Ward says reassuringly, arm slung casually around Barry's shoulders.

♡ Topper and Barry fight like brothers, Rafe always having to break them up

♡ They have a "guest room" which Wheezie has made all her own, some of her stuffed animals on the bed and posters of Taylor Swift on the walls

♡ Barry enlists Sarah's help to find a ring, the girl squealing and grabbing onto him in excitement every few minutes for literal hours

#rafebarry #barry obx #rafe x barry #obx

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youaremysunshine-court · 7 months ago

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please elaborate I'm so curious about this

Wow this is so late! I've been looking at this ask for weeks and wanting to reply, but I finally have the time now!

(apologies in advance if you dont know anything about bnha) (but thanks for this opportunity bc idk if ill ever write the fic)

so, way back in the day, endeavour is running around as a starter hero, and one day while hes stomping about, he runs into a civilian. instead of stuttering or shying away, she stands up to her full height of 5 foot nothing, puts her hands on her hips and yells him into apologising to her.

endeavour is, of course, immediately enamored. he lurks around her workplace when hes off duty, and nearly messes up an operation because she passes by and waves at him in the middle.

so of course hes crushed when he asks her out and she turns him down immediately. deciding to try the 'good guy' route, he backs off completely, only for her to march up to him a few weeks later and yell at him for not pursuing her.

so he takes her out for coffee, and they soon have standing dates that are only interrupted by the most urgent of hero business. but endeavours rank is increasing, and the strict morals of the country stop him from running around with a woman hes not married to.

its around this time he gets the idea into his head that he needs to make the greatest hero ever. but this lady (who hes pretty sure is the love of his life) doesnt have a complementary quirk to his. after all, how is the ability to self moisturise going to help his potential hero offspring.

of course, he doesnt tell her any of this because he doesnt exactly need the world to see him beaten into the ground by a civilian, but he does start to search more aggresively for a more suitable bride.

he finds a lady with the ability to produce ice at will, and starts the marriage negotiations with her family. he doesnt like her much, but of course, no one will ever match his personality the way mitsuki does.

he tries to break things off with her as gently as possible, but she sees right through him, which is unfortunate, and also why he bears a steak-knife-shaped scar on his right hand. she storms out of the restaurant in the way that means shes holding back tears, and endeavour has never felt more like a piece of shit.

not enough to call his marriage to rei off though. they get married, and endeavour gets increasingly frustrated when each attempt at the perfect hero comes out worse than the last. when shouto is finally born, endeavour near runs to the closest temple to take a vow of celibacy - if he never has to sleep with rei again it will be too soon.

he sees mitsuki once soon after shoutos birth; a drunken mistake that she assures him they will not repeat. shes engaged to a nice man, she tells him, following along the lines of the flames above his face, a little boring but kind to her. endeavour thinks shes going to have a duller life than him, and hes bored to tears.

16 years later, he's stomping through the grounds at UA, watching his 16 year old son get his ass beat at the sports festival by a little blond goblin whos kicking and screaming and biting, and endeavour has never felt so much anger in his life.

it only gets worse when he goes up to aizawa after to inquire about the brats origins, only to have aizawa quirk a smile at him and say, half sardonically, 'i thought you would recognise bakugo mitsuki's' son.

thats when the seed of suspicion is planted. it's when shouto starts questioning the origin of quirks, that endeavour decides to pull mitsukis files and figure out what a her quirk really is. because how could ms vaseline produce wannabe hero dynamight.

he kicks himself when he sees the uses of glycerine in the industry. even if they hadnt had a child who could shoot ice from his fingertips, combined, their kid would have been the most powerful fire quirk user alive. then, curious, he pulls masarus files.

its then that he really begins to suspect mitsukis been lying to the world for 16 years. sure, its not unbelievable that the blond brat could have got his quirk from masaru and mitsuki, but it does sseem more likely that he can produce fire on will because of a relation to endeavour.

he doesnt confront mitsuki about it; what good would it do. he doesnt say anything to anyone else either, just kicks himself repeatedly for not keeping the one good thing in his life when he had it.

and thats what i have so far in the way of conspiracy theories about bakugous birth.

TLDR: bakugou is secretly mitsukis and endeavours kid but no one but mitsuki knows

thanks for letting me rant about this massive hc i have that has altered how i look at the bnha verse!! hope you enjoyed ♡

#blue asks #bnha #boku no hero academia #bakugou katsuki #bakugou mitsuki #endeavor #todoroki enji #todoroki rei #blues fics #i really do want to write this its such a massive part of my psyche but when will i get the motivation #anyway #im glad i finally answered this ask!

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Frank Chapter 75

AO3

She is out giving Wee Frank some fresh air when she sees them pull up. The fact they are Redcoats has her drawing him close to her side. Then she sees him. Never in her life did she expect to see him again. Completely flustered, she places her son behind her back and lowers her head praying he won’t recognize her.

“You, kitchen winch, I have an appointment with your Laird.”

“Aye. He be in his office.”

He rolls his eyes. “As I have never been to this place, how would I know where it is? You will escort me.”

“Biggest pardon sir, but I have my son and … I will see that someone else…”

Wee Frank picks that particular moment to pop his head out. He has his father’s face but his hair has gone blonde, thank the Saints.

“Very well then,” She breathes out in relief taken her child’s hand. Then he gives her a second look, “Wait don’t I know you?”

“Good sir, I cannot see how. I live and work here.”

He lets it go but follows her with a frown as he and his men lead the horses in.

She breaths easier once she hands off the guests to Murtagh. She takes her son in her arms and hurries away.

“Who was that?” Black Jack asks his escort.

“Mistress Wolverton and her son Wee Frank.”

“Mistress, she is married then?”

“Widowed.” He gives the man a stern look. The man isn’t a stranger to him, though he prays he doesn’t recall their other encounter. The fact he is kin to the late Mr. Wolverton is obvious. They are still trying to find a suitable match for Laoghaire. It isn’t him though. There is something quite unsettling about him.

“Captain Randall, thank you for coming by.” Colum stands, flanked by Dougal and Ned.

“An invitation I couldn’t refuse. It isn’t often I am invited into a Scottish keep.”

Laoghaire runs to the bedchamber of Mistress Fraser.

“Forgive my intrusion.” Hastily said.

“It is alright.” Claire has just fed Arabella and changed her clod. The baby, a week old now, lays sleeping beside her.

“Baby.” Wee Frank spots her.

“Aye darling. She is quite wee. Look but no touch.”

Claire smiles. The lass is becoming an excellent mam.

“Did you come to see her?”

“Nae, not that she isn’t beautiful. I needed a place to hide out while he is here.”

A frown as she sits farther up. “Who?”

A quick look to her son before she moves closer to her. She whispers. “His real father.”

“Aye. We have a spot of business to discuss.” Colum takes his seat and all follow, all but Dougal, who stands behind his Laird.

“Well, I am intrigued.”

“You have a price on my nephew ‘s head. I want it removed.”

“Do you now? Why should I do that?”

“So this isn’t sent to your superiors.” Ned hands Colum the petition he made up. Black Jack takes it and reads over it. Then again.

“None of this can be proven.”

“We have witnesses, both Scottish and English.” Ned calmly replies.

“His father is…” her hand goes to her mouth. It makes sense though. The resemblance would be perfect, “a Redcoat Captain?”

“Aye. I dinna think he recalls me but… do you ken why he is here?”

“I do. Business with Colum.” The reason Jamie is in hiding at the Proctor and Mistress Duncan house with the other children.

“Do you think it will be long?”

“No. He should take his departure by the days end. If I would have known, I would have warned you.”

“He didn’t seem to pay much mind to Wee Frank.”

“Good.”

“If I say I will haul James Fraser away if you send this out?”

“He cannot be made to leave the keep by compulsion unless there is evidence of a crime, unless the Laird turns him over.” Ned explains.

“It is simple. Sign this statement, removing any charges against him, removing the price and this petition will never see the outside of this room.” Colum adds.

As much as he wants another chance to play with the striped back bloke, he is a realist and knows when he has been bested. He signs the document.

Walking out, he recalls where he knew the winch from. A quick mind does the math. Stopping right outside the walls, he turns.

“Captain?” one of the others asks.

“I am not leaving here without my son.”

#my writing #outlander fanfic #frank #chapter 75 #jamie and claire #outlander fandom #cannon divergence

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no way is that JULIE DANTES.. they’re a 23-year-old HUMAN notoriously known for being OBEDIENT & OVEREMOTIONAL but there are some people who have seen them being POLITE & KIND-HEARTED. if you ask me, they remind me a lot of immaculate white lace dresses, a vanity full of pill bottles, and climbing out of the window to meet a boy your parents don’t approve of, but that could just be because they’re considered the CAGED BIRD around town. just keep an eye on them & see if their true colors shine through..

Romeo, save me, they're trying to tell me how to feel This love is difficult but it's real Don't be afraid, we'll make it out of this mess It's a love story, baby, just say "yes"

OVERVIEW

Name: Julie Bryony Dantes

FKA: Julianne Bryony Davenport

Nickname(s): Julie, Jules

DOB: August 8, 2101

Age: 23

FC: Natalie Alyn Lind

Height: 5'5"

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Bisexual

Occupation: Waitress at The Hidden Marigold

Relationship Status: In a relationship with Donzel 'Zel' Dutton

[+] polite, kind-hearted, dutiful [–] obedient, overemotional, volatile

BIOGRAPHY

tw: parental neglect, parental control, medical abuse

Julie's parents were still in college when she was conceived. It was not planned, but both families deemed the pair a good match and arranged for them to get married, with her mom dropping out to become a full-time wife and mother.

Growing up, she spent a lot of time at her grandparents' house and was basically raised with her aunt Minnie. With only 5 years between them, the older girl ended up becoming more like a cousin or even a sister to Julie.

Over time, her parents grew resentful of both each other and of her for being the reason they had been tied down at such a young age. As her own home became even more cold, turbulent, and devoid of love, the hours spent at the main Davenport estate became all the more precious to her.

Eventually, it reached a point where her parents only remained married on paper and in public while leading entirely separate lives from each other. They only cared about Julie when they needed to, parading her around at events to keep up appearances, but otherwise they largely ignored her. She couldn't decide if that was better or worse than when they had been actively hostile to her.

When she was 9 years old, Minnie was sent to boarding school and her visits with her grandparents started changing. They got more and more involved in her life, taking on responsibilities and making decisions for her as if they were her legal guardians. At the time, she was grateful for their interference and assistance, since her own parents had become entirely negligent.

3 years later, they made an offer to her parents to make the guardianship official. In exchange, her grandparents crafted a story that allowed them to leave Julie in their care and go off to lead their own lives without losing face. She trusted them, and she had no reason to think that their intentions were anything but sincere.

Once she settled into the estate, they arranged for her to be homeschooled and got a doctor to prescribe her several medications, supposedly because she was emotionally volatile and needed to be stabilised. If she ever questioned why she had to take all those pills, or why she wasn't allowed to leave the house without supervision, they reminded her that they were the only people who had ever taken care of her. She complied, feeling indebted to them for taking her in.

When she was 18 years old, they started taking her to events with other families from the upper district, introducing her to several boys in the hopes of finding her a suitable husband. It was at one such event that she met Firas, heir to the Dasai fortune and future CEO of OmniCorp Holdings, whom her grandparents instantly approved of. What they didn't know was that Firas was also Minnie's friend from boarding school who had helped her escape.

For the first time in years, Julie was allowed to spend time with somebody unsupervised, and Firas took that opportunity to introduce her to the Dantes. She was initially hesitant to trust Minnie after years of feeling abandoned by her, not helped by how her grandparents had spun the story; but as she grew closer to the entire family, she came to understand how abnormal her situation was.

It was when she tried to leave her grandparents' house that they played the final card up their sleeve. Because of her supposed mental health issues, they were able to make a case for placing her under a conservatorship. Never mind that they had caused or exacerbated most of her issues by overmedicating her.

The Dantes, with the help of Firas, were able to at least get her out of the house. They have spent the last five years in a legal battle with the Davenports to release her from the conservatorship entirely. It is still ongoing.

For the past two years, she has been in a relationship with Zel Dutton.

MISC

Julie is still medicated, although now it is limited to what she actually has to take. She has also been in therapy for the past few years.

#bio: julie #cyberplexintro

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ash-and-books · 10 months ago

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Rating: 4/5

Book Blurb: A Bridgerton-inspired humorous Victorian romance featuring a defiant heroine who fights to escape a bad marriage, while her love for a forbidden man jeopardizes her chance at freedom.

James Standish knows how to play society’s game. He’ll follow the rules—marry a virginal debutante and inherit a massive fortune. At least, that’s the plan until he meets Francesca Thorne. She’s not the sort of woman a respectable gentleman like James could ever marry—not least because, strictly speaking, she’s married already to James's friend Edward. Francesca is determined to flout convention and divorce her philandering husband. When James sweet-talks his way into her life—tasked with convincing Francesca to abandon her dream of freedom—she’s unprepared for the passion that flares between them. Torn apart by conflicting desires, James and Francesca must choose whether to keep chasing the lives they’ve always wanted or to take a chance on a new and forbidden love.

Review:

When in want of a divorce from a philandering terrible husband, the one thing you definitely shouldn't be doing is falling for his best friend... and he might also be the man to jeopardize your chance at freedom if anyone finds out. James Standish has always been one to play society's games, someone who has valued money and done what was expected of him to get his inheritance. So when he first meets Francesca Thorne, he just knew she wasn't the person to marry his best friend Edward. Now years later Francesca is demanding a divorce and Edward has asked James to speak to her and convince her to stay married to him, despite the fact that he is constantly sleeping around and parading his mistresses about. Francesca has been miserable in her marriage, Edward makes her miserable, he humiliates her, belittles her, and has been everything but an actual husband to her. She wants freedom, she wants to be freed of him, yet he refuses, he expects her to be his wife and be fine with his adultery and accept it... but Fran will not. Fran and James have a somewhat friendship between them over the years that they've met. James is meant to convince Fran to abandon her dreams of freedom but he doesn't expect to be falling for her himself. Fran is completely off limits since she is his best friend's wife... only James is beginning to see Edward for who he really is and begins to question if he wants to be friends with someone like that. Fran knows that if she falls for James it'll ruin her chances at freedom, especially if someone finds out and tells Edward and he uses it in the divorce court to deny her her divorce.... yet the more time James and Fran spend together the harder it becomes to resist. All the while, Jame's aunt is trying to find him a "suitable" match and abhors Fran, yet James is finding that maybe what he wants more than anything, more than money and his inheritance, is the love that is beginning to bloom with Fran. Can he convince her that she is it for him or will she slip through his fingers again? This was a fun historical romance, though you spend a majority of the novel being angry for Fran and everything she is being forced to go through from both her husband and society. i loved that James really did fall so hard for Fran and wanted her happiness above everything else. They both had a great bond but my only real major dislike was the fact that Edward had his own romance in the story and it felt undeserving after everything he did. I did not enjoy him getting a happy ending, I hated that he had a romance with someone so young and we are just suppose to support him and this poor woman that is next in line, despite everything he put Fran through???? Please no way. I disliked that random bonus romance for him and could have absolutely done without it. If i ever saw him it's on sight, I swear. Like you expect me to believe that this terrible philanderer suddenly just changed his entire ways and personality in the span of a few weeks after meeting this woman and sleeping with her ONE time and he barely even knows her? Get out of here. Besides that, I did enjoy Fran and James's love story and would recommend it!

*Thanks Netgalley and Union Square & Co. - A subsidiary of Sterling Publishing | Union Square & Co. for sending me an arc in exchange for an honest review*

#book review #historical romance #bookish #the worst woman in london

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Hello, I would like to know some headcanons of Rhaenyra and Alicent, the black queen and the green queen, things like their favorite colors and food, their personal relationships and which father they looked like the most.Did they really get along in the past? Does Alicent always hate her? Were they envious of each other? Which was the most intelligent and beautiful?

hello and thank you for your ask! I'm really digging their rivalry and dynamic and lord knows how much I like to think about the short lived days when they were getting along.

Before starting let me disclaimer: these are just my headcanons. Obviously anyone can disagree and have different interpretations. These are just what I have in mind for these two.

bk Rhaenyra & bk Alicent headcanons/dynamic

food wise I don't have much to say much because I barely pay attention to asoiaf meals but with no proof other than my gut instinct, I feel like Rhaenyra has a serious case of a sweet tooth. Girly loves anything that's on the sweet aide. Meanwhile I think Alicent might have been into some spicy food, both to be contradictory and because she grew to enjoy it.

Did they really get along in the past?

We know from f&b that for a short period of time things were okay between the two. Rhaenyra celebrated when her father got married and Alicent kissed her and called her daughter. So safe to say that's a nice start. We have to keep in mind however that Alicent was only 18 and Rhaenyra was 9. Getting along with that age difference would differentiate compared to how it'd be of they were in the same age range.

Did Alicent always hate her?

This might be a hot take but no, I don't think Alicent always hated her. As funny as it is to poke fun at her having a beef with a child (which she did), i think the hate Alicent grew to have wasn't there from the start.

This is the section we get from f&b:

The amity between Her Grace and her stepdaughter had proved short-lived, for both Rhaenyra and Alicent aspired to be the first lady of the realm…and though the queen had given the king not one but two male heirs, Viserys had done nothing to change the order of succession. The Princess of Dragonstone remained his acknowledged heir, with half the lords of Westeros sworn to defend her rights.

^ This paragraph comes after being told of Alicent giving birth to Aegon, Helaena and Aemond and we find out that in 109 AC Otto who was a hand at the time pushed so far for the "issue" of succession that he was stripped of his chain of office.

This happened a year before Aemond was born, so on terms of timeline I think that's when the "getting along" period run out. I can go into more details into what I believed happened but to keep it short; Helaena was a suitable potential bride for Aegon II. if Rhaneyra wasn't in the picture, Aegon would be the heir, with Helaena most likely his future bride and that would be Alicent's happy end. However, Viserys persisted in keeping Rhaenyra as his heir - even after Alicent gave him Helaena. Alicent could have thought that maybe Viserys simply didn't want Rhaenyra for Aegon for x delulu reasons and thought by giving him a daughter it'd get him to finally see her vision that her son should be the heir since he now has a future bride to be match with.

Viserys' insistence was what set her off. And because it's Westeros and blame always goes on women, in Alicent's twisted mind it was the 12-year-old Rhaenyra who was at fault for being favored.

Does that sound logical? no. But Alicent is a very hypocritical character

were they envious of each other?

In the section I quoted we're old that "both Rhaenyra and Alicent aspired to be the first lady of the realm" and while I can definitely see this developing into a rivalry when Rhaenyra is a teenager. I cannot envision 12 yr Rhaneyra trying to top Queen Alicent in public image.

We know that Rhaenyra was already a very beautiful child who grew into an even more beautiful woman. 12 year of age for Westeros probably counts as a "blooming" age where girls grow into womanhood. So the attention Rhaenyra already had takes a different direction and ofc Alicent is jealous because she's only a human and her stepdaughter's existence pisses her off by that point; her husband is set on keeping her as his heir, everyone sings praises for her only for existing and now they also start desiring her.

in Alicent's mind it's illogical (along with other more insulting phrases) so she tried to compete with working on her own image even more. And of course Rhaenyra eventually noticed it and because they were already in a bad place nothing would keep her from fighting back. But I truly believe their early years of the so called "competition" was Alicent's one-sided beef.

Which was the most intelligent and beautiful?

Most beautiful was hands down Rhaenyra. We have so many moments where her beauty was brought up. If there was even the tiniest of chances of Alicent being more attractive the narrators of f&b wouldn't have missed out. They already attempted something when Rhaenyra gained weight due to her pregnancies and Alicent remained slim.

Still doesn't change the fact that all the songs, titles and fighting was done for Rhaenyra.

Now intellectually, that's a bit of a challenge. I adore Rhaenyra but we never had the opportunity to see her in action.

She made some smart choices when Viserys started getting sicker and she opted for her own people to take care of him (it showed her observation and understanding that something was stirring) but when the war was started she was already so emotionally beat up due to her miscarriage and then lucerys death... And it never got better because her children started dying.

She didn't have the opportunity to shine because emotionally she was getting multiple hits and she was a person acting more on emotion than sense.

So, I don't know. On the other hand, Alicent was smart enough to know to take advantages of moments she could twist in her favor (like Viserys death), she knew instilling hatred for Rhaenyra into her children's minds would pay off, and she knew the spot to hit her step daughter when she'd try to harm her public image. So safe to say the woman wasn't dumb.

Of course Rhaenyra gave back as much as she took. So I truly do think with a clear mind she could show to be smarter. When it comes down to it, Rhaneyra is a very emotional person (hence naturally more vulnerable), whereas Alicent is a guarded person, acting on logic and ambition.

#ask reply #canon alicent hightower #canon rhaenyra targaryen #f&b meta #my headcanons #Alicent vs Rhaenyra #^ none of these are about hotd btw #oh also I forgot to include fav color but I think Rhaenyra would have loved the Targaryen colors back & red #and maybe gold because it reminded her both of her beloved Syrax and her dearest uncle Daemon who dressed in gold & silver #as for Alicent we all know she's petty so she'd stick with the green dress she wore at her wedding anniversary #her side was knows as the greens because she basically weaponized the color. I image it became her favourite too #(small note: I haven't forgotten your other ask! I'm planning to answer it soon ♥)

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On the last preparation day before the family's vacation, Eddy rode into town to hire a ranch hand who could tend to his property, crops, and animals while they were away. With the fields in order and the crops set up for easier watering, Eddy was focused on getting everything in place when he noticed his daughter, Lucile, approaching.

"Lucile? You should've been getting ready for bed by now. What are you doin' out here?" Eddy inquired, a touch of concern in his eyes as he glanced at his daughter standing by the wooden fence.

Lucile gently approached him and spoke, "Papa, I wanted to talk to you about something. Exactly… how long do you think we'll be gone?"

Eddy raised his brow in thought, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. "Well, we'll be out for the summer and be back before winter hits. Why do you ask?"

Lucile's body bounded with excitement, and it seemed she could hardly contain herself. "Well Pa, I just wanted to get your approval," she said with a gleam in her eyes.

Leaning in close to Eddy, she whispered in her father's ear, "During the Love Day event, I realized me and Jackson have a special connection, and I want your blessing to marry him!"

Eddy felt his whole body tense in shock and disbelief.

He held up his hand, gesturing to Lucile to calm down, "Woah woah, Steady! Hold your horses, little Dove," Eddy's voice had a touch of concern as he tried to steady himself. "When and how did you learn of Jackson's intentions?"

Lucile looked surprised at her father's reaction and started to feel nervous. She stammered a bit, "Well… we just started talking and got along so well. He said I looked beautiful, and we had a dance."

Upon hearing this, Eddy started to feel a heat of irritation, not toward Lucile, of course. She was just a young girl, but Jackson was older, and Eddy knew that Jackson should have known better than to pursue Lucile without him knowing.

Eddy's tone was resolute as he spoke, "No, absolutely not, Lucile. You're too young to be thinkin' 'bout marriage, and I won't have any of that talk."

Lucile felt her heart shatter, her emotions swirling with confusion and sadness at her father's abrupt response. She tensed up, struggling to find the right words. "But Papa! He's a gentleman! He's successful, and it's someone you know! Isn't it good I found love with the son of Mr. Coombes? He's your friend, after all!"

Eddy spoke firmly, "Lucile." A moment of silence lingered between them, and Lucile looked intently at her father, waiting for him to continue.

Eddy let out a weary breath, his gruff demeanor softening a touch. "Well now, Daniel Coombes is my friend, not his boy Jackson.

And it doesn't matter none if they're well-off or not, what truly counts is if that fella's got the right intentions. If he's a proper gentleman, he should've come talkin' to me directly instead of sneakin' 'round to find you alone."

"You're just a young lass, Lucile. There ain't no rush for you to be thinkin' 'bout all this," Eddy said gruffly. "I'll keep an eye on that Jackson, don't you worry. When the time's right, I'll find a suitable match for you. But for now, don't go growin' up too fast."

Lucile nodded solemnly, her dreams of love momentarily dashed. She replied with a subdued voice, "Yes, Papa."

Eddy patted her shoulder with a rough hand, offering a small smile. "That's my girl. Now off to bed with ya, little dove. We'll be ridin' out early come mornin'."

As Eddy walked past her and back up toward the house, it was difficult for Lucile to contain her frustration. She waited until she could no longer hear her father's footsteps to mumble and grumble to herself.

"It's so unfair! Why must he bein' so cruel?" Lucile muttered under her breath, her thoughts filled with irritation. "Jackson is an upstanding man, and he wouldn't have complimented me or asked me to dance if he didn't care. He's just been busy; I'm sure he'll ask for Papa's blessin' soon enough! As soon as we return I bet! "

She took a deep breath, trying to calm her emotions. "All those skills Mama taught me to be a good wife, and now Papa's makin' it a pain to use 'em." Lucile stood in the yard, lost in her thoughts, wishing she had never opened her mouth.

#teens yknow #doyle legacy #lucile doyle harrington #eddy harrington #ts4 #decades challenge #decade challenge #ts4 historical #decades legacy #decades story #historical legacy #ts4 legacy #sims 4 legacy #legacy challenge #decade: 1900 #decade: 1900s

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Katie plopped onto the couch in an unladylike manner, causing Blaise to raise an eyebrow over his book. “Let me guess, your mother?”

Her only answer was a frustrated, muffled scream from behind a pillow that she’d taken from the sofa to scream into. Shutting his book, he set it aside before sitting back and waiting for the rant that he knew was coming.

Their mothers were old friends and both unbearable shrews. He knew full well how Katie felt for he often felt the same. He just hoped that she hadn’t been tag teamed by the two old women. That was when they got to be completely unbearable.

“Your mother is an intolerable witch and my mother, oh…my mother, let me tell you.” She was red in the face, her eyes ablaze. “That woman is…oh, she’s something. A menace, that’s what. Menace to my life. She needs a hobby that doesn’t include marrying me off, that’s what she needs.

That or a good, stiff-“

“I get it,” he cut her off. “Unbearable witches. Who does she want you to marry today? Not Malfoy I hope?”

Katie gave him a ‘look’. “Seriously? Even she knows better-Malfoy? Seriously?!”

Not only had he oh yeah, tried to kill her, but he was the most annoying, whiny prat on the planet.

“Seriously?”

Blaise smiled, she was annoyed. She was most amusing when she was annoyed.

“All right then, who?”

She rolled her eyes in his direction before giving him a ‘who do you think’ look.

Blaise’s mouth went agape for a moment before laughing. “They can’t be on this again?” Their mothers were convinced that since neither one of their children could keep a mate that they were destined to be a match, or some crap. He wasn’t sure what went on in their minds and he didn’t want to know.

“Oh, but they are.”

Katie lay back on the sofa, pillow over her face. Another frustrated scream came from her direction and he sighed, putting his feet up on his desk.

“Maybe we should…you know, get married? They’d leave us alone, we could ban them from the manor, let them live together and annoy each other for once.”

The pillow slowly came off of her face.

“What?” Her tone of voice did not bode well.

“I’m just saying, would it be so horrible to marry someone that you at least enjoyed being around? Trying to find someone to spend your life with is long, tedious, wasteful work. What’s the harm in settling for someone you can tolerate?”

She was suitable for him. He wasn’t sure if he could see himself having sex with her, but she was a better choice than most of them women that his mother threw his way.

“You can’t be serious? A marriage of convenience then? God, you sound worse than my mother, Blaise.”

“I take that as a ‘no’?”

“Take that as a ‘hell no’. When I get married, it will be because…because…because that person makes the room stop. Because when they’re near me, my skin tingles. Because I can’t live without them. Not because my mother wants me to. I deserve more than that. You deserve more than that. Stop being absurd. I’m heading to the pub, you coming?”

Blaise shook his head. “You go on. I’ll catch up.”

He watched her leave and shook his head, a small smile on his face.

“She said ‘no’, you can stop listening now!” He called, knowing that his mother was eavesdropping somewhere, or an elf was doing it for her.

Standing, Blaise followed Katie’s path, grinning to himself at the absurdity of his mother.

#Katie x Blaise #Blaise x Katie #katie bell #blaise zabini #Blaise and Katie #Katie and Blaise #Katie/Blaise #Blaise/Katie #blaise zabini x katie bell #zabinell

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sumeyyeunsal · 2 years ago

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have you seen SÜMEYYE ÜNSAL around the crash site? we’re trying to make sure they’re still alive after the crash! according to the manifesto SHE is a 23 year old CIS WOMAN. i hear they’re known being a COLLEGE STUDENT. SÜMEYYE is also known to be EMPATHETIC yet also GRUDGING at times. we have a couple questions for SÜMEYYE when we find HER, we heard something about a secret they might have? such as SHE WAS SECRETLY MARRIED FOR FIVE WEEKS BEFORE IT WAS ANNULLED!

basics.

full name: sümeyye aslı ünsal

gender & pronouns: cis woman, she/her

age & dob: 23 years old / october 14th, 1976

birthplace: seyhan, türkiye

orientation: bisexual

occupation: college student

face claim: özge yağız

character study.

alignment: neutral good

personality type: isfj-t

temperament: melancholic

zodiac: libra

history.

Sümeyye was the youngest of two, born into a traditional lower middle class family in Seyhan, Adana Türkiye. Her parents, while loving, were very strict, with a set idea in mind of how their daughter's life would go. For the longest time, Sümeyye did not fight them on it. She was the dutiful daughter, helpful around the home and studying hard at school, rarely ever arguing back against anything put forth to her. She had her freedoms, her hobbies, a love of music and art that would pull at her attention from time to time, but at the end of the day she was always back home to help serve dinner on the table. It was a fate Sümeyye was fine with, at first. Something similar to her parents' marriage, her mother a stay-at-home bride who took care of the house and children. She seemed well suited to it, never showing open desire for anything more.

It was a boy, in the end, that changed the trajectory of Sümeyye's life. His family was money, well above her standing, and yet he took interest in her anyways. He was charming and fun, sweeping the young woman off her feet in a secretive, fairytale romance. Neither family would approve of the match, and so it was kept to themselves, stolen away in private moments to enjoy each other's company. It was foolish thinking, that the world would eventually just fall in line for them to be together, but Sümeyye was young and naïve and in love enough to believe it could conquer anything. When he proposed they run off to get married, she responded with an enthusiastic yes. Everyone else would come around, surely, once it was a done deed. She thought wrong.

While they had gambled everything for love, the reality of that choice set in quickly, sending the romance crashing down. Her husband's family threatened to estrange him if he did not dissolve the marriage, cutting him off from all their fortunes and resources that had shaped his entire life thus far. When it became clear their threats were not bluffs, he folded to their demands and returned home to his family house, leaving Sümeyye behind. Their marriage was annulled within a manner of weeks, a dirty secret to be swept under the rug. The time after her marriage was a miserable period for Sümeyye, choosing to stay at home in her bed more oft than not. It was only the time when her parents began pushing a new marriage, a more suitable and family-approved option this time, that finally snapped her out of it.

Whatever she wanted of life, she decided it was to no longer be a simple housewife. Particularly to someone not of her own choosing. Instead, Sümeyye chose to pursue university, to have something more in her life. All her time and energy was poured into her studies, and her dedication was rewarded with the chance to attend school abroad on a scholarship, landing Sümeyye in the United States for the first time in her life. It was a whole new world for the young Turkish native, but a part of her relished in the opportunity to have a clean slate more than anything.

present day.

It was the holiday break that took Sümeyye to that flight to Sydney. Her roommate at college had also been a foreign student, Australian by birth, and had invited Sümeyye to spend the New Year with her family. It seemed like a good idea, at the time. Better than the thought of going home did, and the chance to see somewhere else entirely new sounded thrilling. If only she knew just how much it would be.

skills.

In way of survival, Sümeyye's skills are few. She's lived a comfortable life, and while her family was never particularly wealthy, they kept food on the table and a roof overhead. Most of her skills are sociable rather than practical, though she is a rather good cook and a decent sewer.

#&. 𝐒Ü𝐌𝐄𝐘𝐘𝐄 Ü𝐍𝐒𝐀𝐋 > INTRODUCTION #syfy.intro

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dragonmasterhiccup · 3 months ago

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Glancing at him from the corner of her eye, she muttered: "..And I think he still wants me to grab that apple without getting burned as well."

Freya turned slightly to face him more, frowning at his words, "That's the thing. I did have a chance to do.. something. Instead, I ran away from at least speaking out what I thought of dragons and watched you succeed in everything I thought wouldn't be possible; you know, stopping the whole war between Berk and the dragons."

Deciding to stand up from her spot, she lightly shook her head, internally denying any form of reassurance that she is capable of doing things without failing, "No, there has to be something I'm not doing right. He can't have been blind for this long.." She slowly walked up to the water, stopping right at the edge of it so her boots wouldn't get wet.

Shrugging, Freya knelt down to grab a small rock, fiddling with it in her hands for a moment while she spoke, "Yeah, but.. he'd probably find a way to do something like that somehow. Apparently, I'm getting too old already to be on my own. He'll try and find some random guy and make me, I don't know, connect with him?" She mocked what she assumed he would say, glaring at the stone as though it were the imaginary person her father would possibly bring.

"As long as he gets the recognition that he's 'an honorable man who deserves to be respected,' then he'll do whatever it takes to make sure no blemishes are in his name." Freya threw the rock at the water, making it skip once or twice across the surface before it abruptly sank below, no longer visible. "I don't know what I'll do if he actually does consider doing all of..that."

She looked around for another rock, seeing one just a few steps away from her. She didn't want to stay on the topic her father, knowing she might end up there all day rambling about what she thought was wrong about him and, possibly, cry a few times because of the weight of it all. So, picking up the rock, Freya tossed it up and down in her hands for a moment before walking back up to the water, "And, y'know, another thing that has irritated me the most is that he's the one person I can't seem to beat in a duel."

It was ironic, really. He was the one who taught her how to use a sword, and he's also the one who wins each time she's tried to practice with him. "Eh, Snotlout is a pretty good way for me to practice on anyways." She leaned forward slightly and threw the rock, causing it to skip twice along the water before repeating the same ending of sinking down below.

"If I hadn't gotten in the way, you probably would've done it. But, either way, after what happened...you're not going to let an opportunity like that pass you by again. So yes, you do have what it takes. ...Whatever 'it' is, I still haven't fully figured out..."

Hiccup was quiet for some time, thinking how they both had to deal with their fathers trying to get them to find suitable future partners...

His hands froze, eyes going wide.

Getting back to his feet, he spoke as he walked over to where she stood.

"What if...what if I thought of a way to get both of our fathers off our backs? At least until we had more of an idea of what we wanted?"

Starting to pace, he held up a hand. "Listen, both my dad and your dad are pushing for us to find a match, someone to marry, right? Neither of us want that just yet, but they still push it."

Stopping, he turned to face her. "Now hear me out...what if, what if we made them think we were... together?"

He quickly added, "We--we wouldn't actually be, we'd just lead them to believe we are, and then they'll leave us alone. We'll be able to get the breathing room we want! They'll think they're getting what they want, and if we 'break up'..." He shrugged. "Oh, well, at least we 'gave it a shot'? I mean, people do get together and end up ending things all the time! They wouldn't bat an eye!"

Hiccup wasn't sure why, exactly, but his heart was pounding as he waited for Freya to answer.

He knew it wasn't the best idea, given how she only recently stopped hating his guts, but...

What if it worked?

"...Well? What do you say?"