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Dancing Around the Truth: Epilogue

Can't believe it's already time, but the Epilogue is ready for anyone interested!

A HUGE thank you to everyone who has been following along on this story. Hope you all enjoy the final chapter 💛💛💛

Warning: this chapter is rated E for sexual content.

Epilogue: Friday (Seven Months Later)

Plans, like they so often do, changed. While Colin and Penelope were initially willing to wait until the start of the 1816 season to make their engagement official, there were several factors (i.e. Bridgerton siblings) that made such plans rather… Untenable. 

Benedict was first. He had caught Colin sneaking back into Bridgerton House around midnight that Monday in August. His hair was mussed and his white shirt was tinged-green. Benedict did not even ask, for he already knew. 

Daphne was next to know. She figured it out approximately 10 seconds after the carriage arrived at her steps. Colin had stepped out first, followed by Penelope. He had escorted her out by hand. Daphne could tell in an instant that her brother was not simply acting well-mannered. Not with that look in his eye. Her suspicions were confirmed a few mere hours later, when she overheard the two of them flirting in one of the castle’s many libraries. 

Eloise was next. Although she already had her suspicions, Penelope told her everything on that first night at Clyvedon. Although still somewhat disbelieving that someone as intelligent as Penelope could fall in love with her idiot brother, Eloise did like the idea of them officially becoming sisters. 

Gregory was last to reveal he knew the truth (or some version of it, at least). During a brief trip to Aubrey Hall in October, Gregory had revealed to Colin what he had attempted to reveal back in August. That he knew Colin’s feelings and conduct towards Penelope were not wholly platonic. Gregory did not re-attempt to extort the $20 from his older brother, though. He feared doing so would ruin his chances of becoming a groomsman. 

Once Colin realized more than half of his siblings knew of his love for Penelope (and suspected that the rest had their own suspicions), neither one could see much point in trying to hide that fact anymore. 

On Christmas Eve 1815, Colin gathered their entire families — every Bridgerton, Featherington, Basset, Finch, and Dankworth in England — to Aubrey Hall. To officially ask for Penelope’s hand and announce their engagement. 

Portia was shocked, to say the least. 

Although they both secretly hoped otherwise, their families had agreed that their wedding should be held at the start of the next social season. So, for months, Colin and Penelope waited patiently. They sent letters back and forth. They stole kisses when they could. They announced their impending marriage at the inaugural ball. And now…

“It’s a miracle!” 

“That’s a tad bit dramatic.” 

On the fifth of April, 1816 — precisely three days before her twentieth birthday — Penelope finds herself in a very familiar position. On the outskirts of a ball. With Eloise. Snickering quietly as the room moves around them. The only difference now is that Penelope is no longer stuck to the wall behind her like a flower growing from stone. It’s her engagement ball, after all. 

“We are starting the season with a Bridgerton wedding. Mama is beside herself with joy… Which means the pressure is off me to find a marriage match.”

“How wonderful it is, for my nuptials to afford you a few additional months of freedom.” 

“It is wonderful, isn’t it?”

“Although…” Penelope draws out the word as she glances around the room. She spots Benedict dancing with Violet. Philipa caressing a hand across her swollen belly. Gregory pulling a lock of Hyacinth’s hair. She can’t spot her fiancé at present, but she knows he’s somewhere near. “There were zero Bridgerton weddings last season. Are you certain your mama will not try for two this time around to make up for it?”

“Ugh. Do not spoil my fun. I am trying to enjoy your matrimonial festivities.” 

Penelope spares another glance at the room around her. The egregiously prolonged engagement gave Portia an abundance of time to plan out every detail of these festivities. Although the ball is being hosted by Anthony and Kate at Bridgerton House, Lady Featherington was sure to leave her mark on the event. When Penelope had first walked into this ballroom, furnished with every yellow flower in England, it had felt like walking into the sun. She has the urge to shield her eyes, even now. 

“How can you enjoy the festivities? Everywhere you look, there is a reminder of your worst nightmare: marital bliss.”

Eloise cringes as she spares her own glance around the room. 

“Well, I would certainly be frightened if my worst nightmare happened to be a bouquet of yellow flowers.” Penelope cannot help but snort. “And besides, I am happy to celebrate a marriage, as long as it is not my own.” 

“Did you not leave in the middle of your own brother’s nuptials?” 

Eloise snorts, which only sends Penelope into a fit of giggles.

“Edwina left in the middle of her own nuptials! I remained for the ceremony that mattered, did I not?”

“In hindsight, I sup —”

Eloise’s face suddenly turns serious. “I love Kate and will always be glad to welcome another intelligent woman into the family. However, that is nothing compared to the joy of beholding your best friend becoming your sister.” 

A warm, fuzzy feeling rises up in Penelope’s chest. Not sure what else to do with such affection, she turns to her dearest friend and pulls her into a hug. 

It’s just a hug. Fleeting. Inconsequential. But after spending an entire year apart from one another, something as small as a hug feels like coming home. Even now. 

Eloise almost sounds teary-eyed when she continues: “Thanks to you and this whole ruse, Colin has managed to work his way up to the rank of my second favorite brother.” 

Penelope is about to remind Eloise that her engagement is not a convoluted ruse designed to officially make the two of them sisters. That she does, in fact, love Colin. But another voice speaks before she has the chance to open her mouth.

“I hope that means Benedict has recently wronged you in some uniquely devastating manner.” 

Without a moment of hesitation, Eloise grumbles into Penelope’s hair: “You and Gregory are battling it out for third.” Eloise only releases her from the embrace to stand her ground against Anthony. 

“Try not to scare the bride away before we can usher her into the family,” he continues. 

“I believe we crossed that line a long time ago.”

“I can assure you that is true.” Penelope laughs lightly, although her response was far from a joke. 

Although far from perfect, the Bridgertons are a family through and through. A family like this — one that makes her feel at home within herself — is what Penelope has longed for, deep within her heart, her entire life. The only person that she needs in this world is Colin — but the rest of the Bridgertons are a welcome addition to their forthcoming marriage. Penelope can’t imagine anything scaring her away now. 

“Let’s see if that sentiment holds true after your first pall mall tournament.” 

As the siblings launch into a debate over Anthony’s so-called pall mall expertise, Penelope spares another look around the ballroom. At Kate and Edwina, conversing closely between two massive bouquets of yellow roses. At Daphne, rocking baby Belinda beneath an archway of yellow tulips. At Lady Danbury, scowling at a particularly massive arrangement of daffodils. At her mother… holding her fiancé hostage on the dancefloor. 

“Dear God,” Penelope mumbles. Her voice is just loud enough to distract Anthony and Eloise from their heated discussion. “Please excuse me. I should go save Colin before my mama goads him into wearing a yellow suit to our wedding.” 

As Penelope approaches the middle of the room, her defiantly green skirt sways behind her with every step. When Colin catches her eye, he smiles.

“Ah, the lady of the hour,” he says, smile sustaining. 

“Oh — Penelope! I was just telling Colin about the hassle I’ve been handed at the florist. You would not believe —” 

“Judging from the surplus of floral arrangements in this ballroom, I have no doubt that you will get everything straightened out for the ceremony, mama.” 

“Yes. It is my cross to bear, but I’m sure I will manage.” She tsks. “You would think with a wedding of this size and important, that florist would be —”

When the orchestra suddenly transitions into a new beat, Penelope takes it as a sign to keep pushing. If she does not, she’s sure Portia would gladly talk her soon-to-be son-in-law’s ear off until the sun rises Saturday morning.

“I’m terribly sorry mama, but may I steal away my fiancé away for a moment? The night is almost over and we’ve hardly shared a word.”

A look of annoyance briefly flashes on Portia’s face, but it’s replaced by a tight smile. It somehow appears both genuine and forced. 

“Of course, dear.” She nods to both Penelope and Colin before stepping away. 

After Colin takes her hand in his, he leans in close. Their noses nearly touch when he says: “Thank you.” 

“Whatever for?” she whispers teasingly. Then, she takes her first step to the beat of the music. 

Briefly, Penelope asks herself why they are speaking to each other so quietly. But she answers her own question in an instant, before she even has the chance to tear her eyes away from Colin’s. Not only are they standing in a very crowded room, but they are also at the very heart of it. Every other pair of eyes are focused on them. 

After getting over an initial wave of shock, Penelope tells herself that it makes sense. Of course they are the center of attention — it is their engagement ball after all. But after shock, comes a sting. 

As hard as she tries not to, Penelope wonders if every ball she and Colin attend together will draw a similar sort of attention from the Ton. If observers will ever see the two of them dancing together and not question how a Featherington managed to catch a Bridgerton.

“Can you offer any tips on surviving a conversation with your mother?” Colin asks into her ear. The question thankfully brings her out of her thoughts. 

“The first step is understanding that some ‘conversations’ only allow one person to speak.”

“And the next step?”

“Wait patiently as your soul slips away from your body with every word thrown at you.” 

Colin laughs lightly. “And the next?”

“Find a distraction. Something to allow you to exit said ‘conversation.’ Then repeat steps one through three. Forever.” 

“I appreciate your candor.” 

“You deserve to know what type of family you’re marrying into.” 

Colin quirks an eyebrow. “Trying to scare me off, Penelope?” 

Penelope, in turn, blushes. “That was not my intention. Why? Are you not feeling up to the task of becoming Portia Featherington’s son-in-law?”

“You wound me. After this year-long engagement, I —”

“It has not been a year, Colin.”

“A lifetime has passed since that night in August, Pen. I am a patient man, but even I have my limits. Regardless, I assure you, my love for you surpasses any trials that may result from enduring your mama’s ceaseless prattles. To go without you would be too tortuous."

Penelope did not think it possible a moment ago, but her blush grows even deeper. She has to remind herself that there are many eyes on them at present, or else she would inevitably give in to the temptation to pull him into a kiss.

Their bodies move away from each other for just a second, each dutifully, regretfully following the motions of the couples around them. After Colin spins Penelope around, her body is back against his. 

Trying to distract herself of the feel of him, Penelope recalls a different conversation from just a few minutes earlier. 

“Colin,” she whispers. There’s a smile on her face but a hint of concern in her voice. “Were you speaking truthfully, the first night you proposed?” 

His right eyebrow quirks ever so slightly. “Which part, exactly?” 

“That you would never force me to do anything in our marriage?” 

“Of course.” 

“Even pall mall?” 

“Everyone loves pall mall,” Colin says rather confidently. The tortured look on his fiancée’s face says otherwise. 

When Penelope does not immediately expand on her point, both of his eyebrows raise.

“Everyone loves pall mall,” he insists. 

Suppressing a laugh, Penelope shrugs her shoulders innocently. “I find it rather boring under normal circumstances. When the Bridgertons are involved… Perhaps too dramatic.” 

Colin’s look of shock swiftly turns into a smile. His soon-to-be wife is too cute to stay cross with for long. 

“I would never dream of forcing you to do anything you do not desire. Even joyous activities such as pall mall.” Penelope’s eyes flick over to Anthony at the word “joyous.” He’s currently escorting his own wife to the dance floor.   

Noting Penelope’s line of sight, Colin continues: “I cannot promise that Anthony will not try and persuade you. But I will defend you, nonetheless.”

“Defend me?” she asks, a bit incredulously. Her previous statement was not wrong; pall mall always brings out the dramatics in the Bridgerton family. 

“Yes. If anyone, even my beloved brother, attempts to force my wife into doing anything she does not wish to do herself, I shall challenge them to a duel.” 

Penelope blushes at his use of the word “wife.” It had been over six months since he had proposed to her in private — since he had given her a promise of a lifetime together. And yet, Penelope is still not used to the idea of being anyone’s wife, let alone Colin Bridgerton’s. 

“I believe a duel would be a bit of an overreaction in that particular case.” 

“Well, I would not fight him with a gun or a sword. Just a mallet.” 

“I see. I suppose that would be appropriate.”

“It would still be to the death, of course.”

“Colin!” she exclaims, elevating her voice above a whisper for the first time since they began dancing. She defies the pre-ordained motions to withdraw her hand from his and lightly knock him across the gut. “Do not joke about such things!” 

“Apologies, wife,” he says softly. He lowers his head to plant a kiss on her cheek. 

Automatically, Penelope’s eyes turn to the room around them. To see if anyone else caught the minor indiscretion between the betrothed pair. But to her surprise, no one is watching them. At some point between the start of the dance and now, something else had caught the crowd’s attention. 

“I am not your wife. Yet,” she reminds him. Her voice is back to a whisper. Between the rampant orchestra and rowdy guests, Penelope wonders if he can even hear her words. 

He can. 

“We have already made our promises to one another. We are as good as married, in my mind.” His words are even softer than hers. They cause her heart to soar. 

She is about to say something, but before she can muster up something half as romantic, he seizes her hand and pulls her in even closer. 

“Isn’t it ridiculous? It is our engagement ball, and no one is even looking at us.” 

His words prompt Penelope to further investigate what exactly turned the room’s attention away from them. That’s when she spots them. 

On the other side of the dance floor, Prudence and Harry appear to be dancing to an entirely different song than the rest of the couples. While the orchestra plays a waltz, the Dankworths appear to be dancing an Irish jig. All eyes in the room are on them. Except for Colin’s.

The orchestra plays on. The other couples awkwardly dance around Prudence and Harry. Colin pulls Penelope towards the nearest exit. No one notices them slip into the shadows. 

⚘  ⚘  ⚘

Through her many years of friendship with Eloise, Penelope has become quite familiar with the private chambers of Bridgerton House. She has never technically crossed through the door that Colin leads her to now, but she can certainly guess who it once belonged to. 

The room is pitch-black. Colin does not immediately move to light a candle — his hands are too preoccupied to reach for a matchstick now. Like they always do on the rare occasions that the two find themselves alone together, his hands find her jaw. He holds firm as he lowers his lips to hers. 

She breathes his name into his mouth between kisses.

“Colin.” 

“Hmm?” he mumbles against her skin. 

“Could you… Light… A candle?” Between her labored breaths, Penelope wonders if she will ever get used to the feel of Colin’s lips against hers. If, when they are married and free to kiss as much as they desire, this tingling will eve. 

She hopes it does not. 

“Scared of the dark?” Although she cannot see his face, she can hear the smirk on his lips. She can practically feel it.

“No, I… I want to see you.” 

Colin pecks a kiss against her cheek, before withdrawing his body from hers. 

“A sentiment we share.” He turns to locate a matchstick. 

Penelope stands with her back still stuck against the door. Even though he moves across the room, she can still feel Colin’s weight against her. Like his touch haunts her body. Her breaths start to slow as she watches him light candle after candle. After candle. After candle.

“Colin.” Her voice is a squeak. “I believe that is more than enough.” 

“Patience, Penelope,” he drawls, firing another fucking wick. “I want to see you. All of you.” 

Penelope shutters. There’s something coming over her — hot within her, cool against her exposed skin. It’s not a sensation she can name at the moment. But it sure as hell isn’t patience. 

After sufficiently brightening the room, Colin walks back over to the spot where he left Penelope. Slowly. Standing inches in front of her, he asks: “Is that to your liking?” 

Penelope feels too overwhelmed by that sensation swelling within her to even roll her eyes at the frivolous question. She can barely nod. 

“And…” Colin leans in closer, his lips grazing hers again. He puts one hand to her waist. “Is this to your liking?” 

Suddenly feeling very annoyed, on top of everything else she’s currently feeling, Penelope lets out a huff of air.

“I like you very much, if that’s what you’re asking.” 

“You ‘like’ me? Is that all?” He moves in even closer, but somehow their lips still do not connect. 

“Well, usually, but —” Penelope, head somewhat cloudy, didn’t even know where she was going with that quip. Thankfully, Colin disposes of the need for her to fill the air between them. 

The first kiss is soft. Sweet. Light against her lips. It leaves her wanting more. 

The next kiss is deeper. Hungry. Searching. Penelope pulls him in closer. She tugs at his bottom lip as his hand grips her waist. 

The last kiss is desperate. As if it is the end of something. Even though, in actuality, it is only the beginning. 

“I want you,” she tells him, words barely escaping her mouth against his. 

“You have me.” 

“I want more.” She uses what’s left of her willpower to extricate her lips from his. An even more difficult task than she originally predicted, given that her entire body is still pinned against his door. “I wish to make love to you.” 

Colin waits a moment to respond. To Penelope, it feels like a lifetime. She keeps time to the sound of her heartbeat, ringing in her ears like a drum. 

“Are you certain?” he asks her. 

She nods. 

“Say it,” he whispers, looking down at her. “I want to hear you say it.” 

“Yes. I’m certain. I want it all.” 

With that, Colin’s hands drop from her waist to her bottom. He hoists her legs to his hips. Then, finally, Penelope’s back leaves its spot against the door. 

Before Colin can even travel the short distance to the intended destination, Penelope feels her legs tighten around his waist. There’s a throbbing in her — a yearning to pull him in. She curses her skirt, her stockings, her shifts — every inch of cloth separating her body from his. She kicks off her slippers just as Colin reaches the bed. 

When he lays her down on its covers, Penelope’s legs do not disconnect. She pulls him down with her. His body covers hers — except for his legs, dangling awkwardly off the side. He’s hot against her neck and arms, warm against the parts of her still covered by that ungodly fabric. His weight is intoxicating, and so new. 

In the months between their initial engagement and now, Penelope and Colin had taken several liberties that are traditionally reserved for married couples. But not this. 

Not in someone’s bed chambers. Not on a bed. Not horizontal. 

When they were standing, Penelope could control her urges. Now…

Her hips buck beneath him. Her hands clench at his side. Her mouth, still fixed on his, parts and releases a deafening, maddening moan. 

Taking the hint, Colin discards of the fabric still clinging to her body. He undoes the buttons of her dress, one by one. He pulls down her tights. Unlaces her corset. It isn’t until she’s nearly bare beneath him that she follows his lead and tugs at his cravat. Pulls off his jacket. Unbuttons his shirt. The hem of his trousers. 

Before Colin leans down to kiss her once more, Penelope looks up into his eyes. Not for the first time, she feels a tide pulling her in. 

“My God, you’re so beautiful,” he tells her between kisses. She’s not sure if it’s the tone of his voice or the loyalty he has proven himself to possess, but Penelope believes him. In the moment, she feels beautiful. More than she ever has before. 

Although their kissing remains constant, Colin’s hands can’t stay on one spot of her skin for too long. His fingers brush her hips. Tangle in her hair. Skim along the sensitive sides of her breasts. When his thumb grazes her nipple, another moan escapes her lips. This time, even louder than before. 

When Colin’s lips leave hers and trail down her neck, Penelope feels the sudden need to speak. To put her lips to use, no matter how futile her words may be. 

“I never dreamed I would have you like this. For so long, I couldn’t imagine this to be real.” 

For the first time in what feels like ages, Colin’s movements still. He looks up at her. 

“You’re all I dream about. But this is real. I promise.” 

“I know,” she says. And her words are true. 

Colin sits up, just enough to properly straddle Penelope’s waist. The only barrier between them is his pants — unbuttoned, but still riding on his hips. 

She waits for him to move again. To kiss her. To touch her. To finally rid his body of those goddamn pants. But he doesn’t. He just keeps gazing down at her, a smile stuck on his lips. 

“What do you dream of?” she asks. A brazen attempt to fill the air between them. And to gain some footing in this absolute unknown. 

The latter goal is not achieved. 

“I dream of being inside you,” he whispers. “I dream of seeing every side of you — exploring every inch of you. Of your lovely form and perfect breasts. Of your hot breath and that squeak that escapes your lips when all air abandons your body.” That squeak escapes her mouth now in an unavoidable, wholly desirable gasp.

“But none of those dreams compare to the woman in front of me now.”

When she’s certain that his sweet words have ceased, Penelope positions herself on her elbows and leans in to kiss him again. She wraps one hand around his neck, and the other to pull at the trousers still stuck on his hips. She makes little leeway with the fabric, so Colin grants her a mercy and pulls them off himself.

Before he touches her again, he says: “Tell me if I do anything that you don’t like. If I hurt you in any way” His voice shakes lightly as he delivers the soft demands.

“You couldn’t,” she says gently. She dares to steal another touch, placing a hand against his cheek. 

“Penelope,” he whispers. He places his hand over her own, stopping her movement. “Even if you trust me — even if my intentions are pure and the thought of hurting you kills me… I still could.” 

“Have you done this before?” She’s not exactly sure what prompts her to ask this question. Colin does not have a reputation for being a rake, but…

“No. I haven’t.” 

“Then we’ll both be careful,” she tells him. 

“Still, Pen…” He reaches for her hand. He squeezes it twice. “I know that the first time can be uncomfortable. For you more than me.”

“I know…” She squeezes his hand back. “But I — I also know that you would do anything to protect me. That you would not delight in my suffering for even a second. More importantly…” She uses her free hand to brush her thumb against his cheek. “I also know that sometimes you must endure a bit of pain in order to experience true joy.”

Colin places a chaste kiss on her cheek. “Still, if you cannot bear it, be honest with me and I will stop. If you don’t like it, we will stop.” 

Of all things she could do in response to his words, Colin does not expect Penelope to laugh. And yet, she does. 

“I promise,” she vows, once her breath has fully returned to her. “I will like it all.” 

“I love you,” is all he can manage to say in response to that. Penelope responds with another kiss to his lips. 

Their kisses carry on, growing deeper every second. Tangled up in each other’s limbs, Penelope feels Colin’s heart beat faster against her chest. She feels him grow harder against her thigh. 

“Tell me what to do,” she orders him. Her voice is hoarse as she speaks against his neck.

“Touch me,” is all he says. 

“Where?”

“Anywhere you want.”

Penelope does not find his instructions particularly helpful, so she relies on her instincts. Given the increasing roughness against her thigh, her hands travel downwards. Before she can even make contact, Colin lets out a guttural moan. Into her hair, he utters: “No. Too soon.” 

His hands grasp hers and position them closer to his chest. 

While Colin keeps one hand on her breast and the other on her bottom, Penelope keeps both hands north of his pectorals. The longer time goes on, the harder it is for her to ignore the hard feeling against her thigh. This endeavor proves even more challenging by the pulsing sensation growing from deep within that spot between her legs. 

“Please,” she begs in a hushed tone. Her hands start moving down, but don’t travel past his belly while she waits in his silence. 

“Are you ready?” he finally asks. 

“With everything in me.” 

Without another word, Colin’s hands fall to her knees. He spreads her legs father apart. Despite Penelope’s willingness to follow his lead, her legs involuntarily push against his hands. That ache down her middle borders on unbearable the father he spreads her open.

“Tell me if you want to stop,” he reminds her. 

“Don’t you dare.” 

Colin’s fingers trail from her knees all the way down to the center of her thighs. When they dance dangerously close to her sensitive flesh, her back arches in a quick, sudden movement. When his index finger finally reaches that spot that yearns for his touch, Penelope tucks her head into the crook of his neck. She drowns a moan against his skin. 

“Does that feel good?” The question is delivered with a tone that suggests he already knows her answer. 

“Like heaven.” The words are nearly imperceptible, buried in his neck. 

She can hardly take it when another finger brushes into her, stroking slowly. Very slowly. 

It’s euphoric. It threatens to undo her. But just when Penelope feels that knot begin to break, a tiny voice in the back of her mind bleeds through. It reminds her that this is not the main event. 

“I’m ready,” she tells him, barely able to summon the strength to get those two words out.

Sparing one hand to cup her face again, Colin reminds her: “This may hurt.”

“I’m ready,” she repeats once more. “I want you.”

This time, Colin uses more than just his hands to force her legs farther apart. He moves his torso down so his hips are in line with hers. While one of his hand continues stroking circles against her core, she feels something else at her entrance. 

Something hard and hot. Something demanding. The stretch of her skin feels wicked, but Penelope likes it. 

She likes it all. 

In the moonlight, Colin looks like he is about to request her permission once more. But then Penelope says, “Please,” and he’s done for. 

Colin pushes forward. It’s barely an inch, but the sensation is so distinct — so foreign — that it feels as though it’s enveloping her entire body. 

“Does it hurt?” He sounds just as out of breath as she feels. 

It’s a difficult question to answer honestly. It hurts. It aches. It’s all-encompassing. It’s scary. It’s wonderful.

“Keep going,” is all she says. And he does, thrusting an inch further. Then another inch. Then Penelope can feel his hips start to move of their own volition. His control seems to slip away the closer they get to one another. Her legs wrap around him. An encouragement. 

Penelope’s breaths seem to have a mind of their own as well. When he first started pressing into her, her moans were more reminiscent of pain than desire, still getting used to the feel of him inside of her. But as time goes on, pain makes way for pleasure. Now she moans Colin’s name into his shoulder as his hips pick up speed. 

Then, they slow. 

Suddenly, Penelope feels a new, unmistakable sensation inside her. Wet. Warm. Full.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knows this means something. This sensation has a name. A purpose. But Penelope cannot recall anything in particular. Words seem completely illusive as she releases an indiscernible noise against his neck. 

The movement between them picks up speed again. Not just Colin, but Penelope too. With her arms wrapped around his shoulders, she feels her control slip away and desire overcome. 

She pushes into him. Pulls him in closer. Tightens around him. 

She feels that knot inside of her break apart. 

With one more thrust of Colin’s hips, Penelope feels it. A sudden wave of pleasure flowing within her. It stems from her core. It fizzles out to her fingers and makes her toes curl. It crawls up her neck and tingles her lips as she lets out a final, hitched breath. 

Colin finally stills. His body slumps against Penelope’s. 

For a moment, they just hold each other. Tightly. Their breaths are inconsistent and heavy at first, but eventually find their rhythm. 

Eventually, its quiet. So quiet that one could forget that there’s an entire world outside that room. 

“I love you,” Colin says. He turns Penelope and himself to the side, so her body rests beside his instead of underneath. He places a single kiss upon her lips. 

“I love you, always.” 

Penelope would love nothing more than to remain in Colin’s arms forever. To be well and truly alone together. But as hard as she tries to keep the world outside away from them, Penelope cannot stop herself from imagining the scene they left behind before committing this heavenly sin. 

Did someone see them slip away together? How long did it take for someone to realize they were gone? It was their engagement ball — their absence surely must have been noted. 

What would people say? Penelope knows better than anyone that people talk. That narratives form before a scandal can fully play out. That there are consequences to actions such as these — no matter how delightful they felt in the moment. 

Would Eloise make a snide remark at her dress fitting in the morning? Would Anthony say something to Colin? God, what would her mother say about their mysterious disappearance? 

In a quick motion, Penelope removes her head from the crook of Colin’s neck.

“We should go. People will be wondering where we are.” 

Penelope starts to pull away from him, to reach for the nearest garment of her clothing — a stocking that landed haphazardly on the wood frame of the bed. But Colin’s hand lightly wraps around hers, stilling her motion. 

“Who cares about other people? You are the only person in this world whose opinion is of any importance to me.” 

“Colin —”

“Please, Pen. Don’t you wish to savor this moment?”

Of course. Her heart aches to be with him always. Especially now, but…

“I… We should go.” 

Slowly, Colin sits up to match Penelope’s position. He kisses her cheek, sweetly. “Stay,” he whispers.

“Stay,” he says again. He takes her hand and interlocks their fingers. 

When she does not protest — when she does not say anything at all — he says its a third time.

“Stay.” He squeezes her hand. Once. Twice. Three times.  

And she stays. Forevermore. 

[jojoblessed365]

Thoughts/Predictions about TSITP season 3:

1. I don't think they'll make Jeremiah a cheater- I think the real conflict will be Belly often comparing Jeremiah to Conrad and Jeremiah saying something that makes Belly break up with him.

2. I think they'll push the "Belly going to Spain" storyline- this will make Jeremiah propose out of desperation. I can't possibly fathom how Belly actually managed to stay an entire year at Finch after she and Jere broke up post wedding in the 3rd book.

3. Conrad will try to help as much as he can and the admission of his feelings on the beach will be a bit different from the book because if you think about it, he never took back his confession but Belly thought he did. It'll definitely be very different.

4. The chap where Belly wants to kiss Conrad when he's hurt in the book will actually be changed to see Belly wanting to kiss/comfort Conrad when he's having a panic attack (in homage to Susanna's funeral where he wanted her but Aubrey found him).

5. Instead of the necklace, Conrad will give Belly the Polaroid (of them from 2x06) as a way of telling her that he's truly letting her go.

6. Taylor becoming a Conrad stan (hopefully) because of her relationship with Steven and finally seeing Jere as Steven predicted him to be.

Would like to know people's thoughts.

[flownwrong]

the high five project: treasure hunt

ao3 archive warnings: Ray by Brighid, fraser/rayk, CNTW

that one short fic that pulls no punches, hits you where it hurts, requires an hour to sort out the thoughts after reading, hits again, and you're done for and need a smoke. i know everyone has one, this is mine.

fandom classic: Duende by astolat, jack aubrey/stephen maturin

an au that does not feel like one, hits all the tonal, plotty and pacing points right on, and has perfect pure fun to mushy emotions ratio. easy to see why the classic status.

underdog trope: Terra Nova by LostCauses, erwin/levi, AU

i haven't actually read much for this ship because canon did enough for me. maybe this is why this au works, pulling the feeling of the bond right out of canon and doing a self-contained spin on it.

below 1000 words: What to Want by teethwax, rust/marty

again, a ship i have not read much for, but what i did stuck, like this little piece that packed enough character in it to slot perfectly into that shadowed space behind canon and not disturb anything.

underdog character/pairing: strangers pressed to other strangers by vegetas, billy gibson's pov, jopson/little

haven't given much thought to billy's character at all, but he is actually an extremely fun one to get a lens of for this canon that leaves you with countless negative space to be imaginative in.

rare character/pairing: the kind you keep in (and the kind you don’t dare let out) by itookyoudown, rachel's pov, tim/raylan

don't think i've seen much of rachel's inner works in what little i read in justified fandom, but this one is a very... sobering look at tim/raylan that sits right between "just a thing that happens" and "this side of too volatile" and leaves a bittersweet taste behind anyway.

below 1000 hits/100 kudos: Time by draculard, rust/marty

unreality, my beloved. definitely another rare way to write for this fandom that uses one aspect of canon to build a not-quite divergent version of it that explores a lot of the unsaid without overexposing it.

outside your fandom: on the reliability of surgical knots and sutures by illuminatedcities, root/shaw, finch/reese

person of interest is kind of my fandom, but i've never actualy sought fannish content for it. this fic has sat in my bookmarks for years as the only proud representative for poi, because it just gives you a perfect serving of clinging-to-humanity-is-what-makes-human-condition-bearable, and that's the center of the whole show.

old fic: Whisper by Resonant, fraser/rayk

such a simple and classic premise, but so perfectly executed and so fitting for these guys who lend themselves well to all things cliché you'll likely end up grinning at the screen in the middle of choir rehearsal like i did (choir rehearsal not a requirement).

new fic: All Evidence to the Contrary by Catchclaw, tim/raylan

this is the fic i always stare at in my bookmarks, not remembering, and then go "ah, right, this is the one that has my favourite tim-as-keg-waiting-to-explode". it's a good tim.

2nd person pov: Remember the Mountain Bed by @nigeltde-fic

i am always bewildered to discover i haven't commented on something by nige because i think about it a lot after i've read it. this one's pov places you right behind the curtain as the moment and many before it unfold before you.

over 10000 words: into the new, dark light (orphaned), bj/hawkeye

i have serious trouble reading anything for these two that doesn't end in disaster, and this is a rare exception because it's kind of a disaster all throughout but not in a wallowing in its misery way. so, tailor made for me.

big big thanks to the team behind @thehighfiveproject both for running this wonderful challenge and for being awesome buds! you're all top notch <3

[verra-lol]

Sunny was walking alone. The sky was clouded, and the air was thick and foggy. Light rain drizzled down on his hat and on the sidewalk. He shivered. Sunny should've listened to Mari when she said to wear a jacket and pants, not a gray short sleeved shirt and khaki shorts.

He kept walking. Sunny watched as the rain pattered on the grass beside him and on the leaves of the trees that made up the dense forest. He saw something from the corner of his eye and stopped. A sign that read, "Keep off the grass!" and beside that, two pairs of muddy footprints. Sunny decided to follow the footprints out of curiosity.

Sunny toed through the mud, careful not to make any noticeable footprints. So far, the only thing he could hear was the chirping of wild Forfinch, small black and white finches with four wings. As he went deeper into the forest, he could hear some chatter and hid behind a bush.

"See? I told you it was worth it! Just look at this spot!" A female voice shouted.

Sunny peeked up from the bush to see an enchanting forest clearing. There were many Buzzileaves, small bee Pokemon with leaf-like wings and light yellow fluffy collars. Kermole, giant rose seeds with faces and feet and Peresprout, a brown egg-shaped creature with triangular legs and a rose sprouting from its head, were waddling around. Soft light was shining through the canopy, illuminating a large stone in the middle coated in moss, grass and flowers that was shiny due to the rain.

In front of him, Sunny saw the two people who appeared to be his old friends, Aubrey and Basil. Their appearances had changed a lot since he last saw them.

Aubrey now had pink hair and a light blue do-rag with a Pokeball patch that had once belonged to Mari. She wore black triangular sunglasses and a black tank top with a blue blazer that had white vertical stripes. Aubrey had a long, dark denim skirt that extended down to her ankles. She had white, pink and blue walking shoes.

Basil wore a dark blue bowler hat with a pink flower in it. He still had blond hair. Basil wore an off-white long sleeve with pink flower inspired cuffs and a matching collar and fanny pack. He had pale green jeans with white embroidered flowers dotted all over and brown hiking boots.

"I guess, but we're going to get yelled at if we get caught. Or worse." Basil said timidly.

"Stop being such a crybaby already! You always do this when we do exciting stuff." Aubrey hissed, "It's not like anyone's out here anyways. They're all so wimpy that they wouldn't dare step on some measly grass."

Aubrey stepped further into the clearing, accidentally tripping over a long string of grass and a bush near the rock. She grunted.

The string of grass flicked back and forth, and the rock started to rise up. Aubrey yelped and jumped backwards as the rock grew four, huge legs. The boulder was actually a huge elephant!

The elephant Pokemon was mostly stone gray with dark green spiking patterns on its legs, tusks and ears. It had a thick moss ruff encircling its neck and rich, floral greenery on its back, stretching down to the tip of the tail. Its long trunk also had some moss on it, and some grass and yellow flowers surrounding the nostrils. The elephant's eyes were a piercing yellow and had grass over the top of them resembling eyebrows. On the top of its head, it had more grass that connected to the back greenery.

The elephant turned its head to Aubrey and Basil and narrowed its eyes. It faced them head on and prepared to charge up an attack.

Aubrey turned around and started to run, but Sunny jumped out of the bushes. He grabbed both Basil and Aubrey's arms and dragged them to the floor behind the bushes just before the elephant charged forward.

"EEK!--" Basil screamed but Sunny covered his mouth.

The elephant screeched to a stop when it realized it didn't hit anything. It looked and listened for any sound, but there was only the rain pattering against the leaves. The elephant turned around and walked back to the clearing, where it settled down and went back to sleep.

Sunny uncovered Basil's mouth and he let out a sigh of relief. Basil turned to Sunny and his eyes widened.

"Sunny? Is that you?" Basil whispered.

Sunny nodded, "Hi. It's been a while, but I think we should talk later. That thing could wake up any minute now."

Sunny stood up and walked out of the forest with Aubrey and Basil following.

They made it out, but were greeted by an irritated man with half circle glasses who was standing on the sidewalk. He was bald and had a thin brown beard and mustache that were connected. The man wore purple suspenders, a white, long-sleeved button up, a black tie with fossils on it, and gray formal pants. He had swamp green rain boots on and was holding a clear umbrella.

"What do you think you all were doing in there? You could have gotten seriously hurt!" He said.

Aubrey was scrunched up and silent. Basil noticed this and said, "Uh, sorry, I got a bit lost."

"A bit lost? You do know what lies in those woods right?" The man questioned.

Basil shook his head.

"Legend says that a monster named Graphelant roams the forest disguised as mere grass and kills any person who even walks near it," The man said. "You all were lucky enough to make it out alive."

"I'm sorry, it was my fault. It wont happen again." Basil looked to the side.

"Good. Now go home, the rain is getting worse." The man walked off.

Basil sighed. "I'm, uh, gonna listen to him. Polly is probably going to get worried. Bye, Aubrey. Can we catch up later, Sunny?"

Sunny nodded.

"Thanks." Basil left.

"So, Sunny," Aubrey turned to Sunny. "Why were you hiding in the bushes? Were you following us?"

"Sort of." He replied.

"You weirdo," Aubrey snickered. "Don't follow me right now though, Okay? I have to meet with my boss about some work things and he doesn't take too kindly to spectators. See you around."

Aubrey then walked away.

After that long outing, Sunny was tired. He decided to call it a day and go back home.

[darkskiesrpg]

Most wanted?

For canon: Liz Forbes, Rebekah Mikaelson, Freya Mikaelson, Keelin Malraux, Katherine Pierce, Liv Parker, Josette Laughlin, Aurora de Martel, Cleo, Finch, Emma Tig, Lexi Branson, Nora Hildegard, Kai Parker, Kol Mikaelson, Elijah Mikaelson, Finn Mikaelson, Stefan Salvatore, Jeremy Gilbert, Marcel Gerard, Matt Donovan, Tyler Lockwood, Alaric Saltzman, Enzo St. John, Luke Parker, Dorian Willaims

For male fc: daniel ezra, jensen ackles, skeet ulrich, sam huesan, david boreanaz, austin butler, misha collins, shemar moore, matthew gray gubler, jeffery dean morgan, milo ventimiglia, dave franco, chris ( pine, hemsworth ), zefron, josh hutcherson, james macavoy, logan lerman, andrew lee potts, nicholas hoult, lucas till, tyler hoechiln, dylan o'brien, tyler posey, michael b jordan, keegan allen, kj apa, sprouse twins, noah cintineo, thomas doherty, ansel egort, mason gooding, grant gustin, tom holland, joe keery, alfred enoch, benjamin wadsworth, booboo stewart, brandon flynn, peter gadiot, milo manheim, and manny montana

For female fc: Zendaya Coleman, Logan Browning, Renee Rapp, Demet Ozdemir, Elizabeth Olsen, Caitlin Stasey, Teresa Palmer, Emily Bett Rickards, Alexandra Breckenridge, Kathryn Winnick, Alexa Demie, Antonia Gentry, Camila Mendes, Aubrey Plaza, and Zoey Deutch

[giallifilm]

🐆

new multi-muse ask meme! send me a   “ 🐆 ”   and i’ll randomize our muse lists and suggest a few random pairings for us to try out. @contrariian

tegan lark & victoria bishop

annie coe & deacon

sibella danger & murdoc

silas gorecki & charles langley

aubrey moore & maxwell finch

karolina turner & stan uris

torment jr. & philomena mccorkle

helecyne swiftguard & thordis sorissen

[sanguishqs]

MW?

TVD:  Damon Salvatore, Stefan Salvatore, Tyler Lockwood, Matt Donovan, Jeremy Gilbert, Enzo St. John, Vicki Donovan, Katherine Pierce, Rose, Lexi Branson, Luke Parker, Liv Parker, Isobel Flemming, April Young, Anna, Nora Hildegard, Emily Bennett, Jo Laughlin.

TO: Elijah Mikaelson, Freya Mikaelson, Rebekah Mikaelson, Marcel Gerard, Josh Rosza, Jackson Kenner, Camille O'Connell, Aiden, Vincent Griffith, Finn Mikaelson, Aurora De'Martel, Lucien Castle, Antoinette, Declan, Roman Sienna.

LEGACIES: MG, Rafael Waithe, Ethan, Penelope Park, Sebastian, Ryan Clarke, Cleo Sowande, Kaleb Hawkins, Kym Hawkins, Maya Machado, Alyssa Chang, Jed, Prometheus, Finch Tarrayo, Jade.

OC’S: Freya Allan, Halle Bailey, Jenna Ortega, Lola Tung, Sofia Wylie, Adeline Rudolph, Aisha Dee, Alex Fitzalan, Alexandra Shipp, Amber Midthunder, Alva Bratt, Alisha Boe, Anya Chalotra, Anya Taylor Joy, Arsema Thomas, Avan Jogia, Aubrey Joseph, Ashley Argota, Bailee Madison, Billie Lourd, Bianca Santos, Brianna Hildebrand, Carlson Young, Camila Mendes, Charles Melton, Chase Stokes, Diego Boneta, Oliver Stark, Ryan Guzman.

[nikatyler]

Oh no. Not this hair. To the salon!

[pollard-zero]

gideon. it/its, 21+ ♡ romantic || ☆ platonic or familial || 𝗫 enemies or broken up

A

aella, child of ares (cyprus) aeon (the changeling exchange) aeryn gilmore (inner demons) ainsley langford (wayhaven chronicles) alcyone ("retribution," he cries) alenya wierszy (bladeweaver) alouette vogelsang (vögel der rose) ambrosia manes (cursed ambrosia) anharen (raiders of the caravan) apeiron ward (spellbound: a ghost story) arabella (the catalyst) arden fields (infinite blue) arden "little weasel" set (these reluctant years) ariarissa (the abyssal song) athena "bug" argent (into the shadows) "atlas" (valhalla) "atrax" (respice finem) atticus verissimo (next in line) aubrey graythorne (crème de la crème) aurelia "aura" crown (we wretched creatures) aurora (swallow the moon) avalon (villain's promise)

B

"boring bailey" miller (ghosted) ballad io (sentience) beckham "beck" oleander (home sweet) bee whitlock (such happy campers) bellamy fairchild (the error) benton crowley (when life gives you lemons) berry bloom (heaven's dog) beverly "badger" clearwater (roadkill) billie fischer (the lonely shore) blaire velvet (water to blood) blythe steele (social services of the doomed) bryn fleetwood (greenwarden)

C

calista (the brightest stars) calliope "cali" beckham (the fernweh saga) camille "philippe" de gonzague (gonzague) cassian grahm (misplaced) "preacher" cassidy abrams (larkin) catherine leblanc (when clouds break) cèilidh antitho (kenneski) célestine vailia (reaper's bay) chandler hale (emberwood) charlie bloomfield (the fog knows your name) charm brightbird (soulmates inc.) chauncey lambert (bad ritual) cillian sweet (our life: beginnings & always) clarice "claire" montistteti (they all fall down) clementine "new kid" deacon (conspiracy in emerson) colette diremourn (those long dead) "collins" (dead weight) curie, aka "sidney perth" (saturnine)

D

daemon (the abyssal) daisy newton (two sides of a robot war) dallas "rookie" torrence (chop shop) daphne blake (body count) december moone (snakeroot) delilah "@lovely" hawthorne (blooming panic) denver (dark as night) diana copeland-smith (the murder of devon whicker) "ditto" (drink your villain juice) dolly kingston (infamous) dorian gray (decaying picture)

E

easter "bunny" montgomery (a life worth living) edelweiss hyde (when bodies collide) eiffel de angelis (take two) eirwen (swan song) elias "loser" machiavelli (error 143) elidyr lywel (from the ashes we rise) elliot wiseman (mind blind) elphaba "elphie" craft (witches of ferngrove) emilia thornton (twisted wonderland) enki (crown of exile) evîn cizîrî (a tale of crowns) everest "lifeline" graham (before we are ghosts) everleigh carter (second sight) ezra (blood moon)

F

farrah hartford (in ourselves we trust) fawn "bambi" becker (fallen hero) fen (manor hill) filipe addario (honor bound) finch hawkins (midnight diner) florence “flower” bannerman (get good or get lost) fortuna martinelli (college tennis: origin story) "four" (the numbers game) freddie "penance" lockwood (slaughter☆squad) friday mcallister (apartment 502)

G

gabriel (son of satan: the mortal coil) georgie kromberg (the shadow society) gianna de leon (press play) giles "guy" byrd (a comedy of manors) ginny "drizz" hendrix (creatures' cradle) guenevere (guenevere) gwendolyn "winnie" mccormick (our life: now & forever) gwenvaël "gwynn" venegard (the king's hound)

H

hadley maxwell (disenchanted) harper "heart" reed (speaker) hart avantus (leas: city of the sun) hawthorne de-ash (these reluctant years) hendrik wolfsbane (wolfsbane) hikaru lovac (the one chosen) honey faraday (homecoming)

I

imara (honor amongst thieves) imari (vanguard) imogene "genie" coffinwood (burning academia) ingrid "indie" morrison (circuit) iphis "phi" varyn (wayfarer) iris schwartz (the night market) isobel "belle" love (the zeus dilemma) isolde minh (split the body asunder)

J

january marconi (redsugarsociety) "jay doe" (when the sun rises) jericho "jj" jones (the spirited: origins) jett roe (superstition) jolene "joey" bishop (dahlia hills) josephine "josie" / rui min chan (merry crisis) jude hudson (the decoy) juniper "junie" nelson (you live and fern)

K

kasey downs (when twilight strikes) katya marsh (paranormal preparatory school) kerrigan holmward (myrk mire) kingsley ferris/müller (the hunt: demon eyes) kitty wilder (in the ocean of stars) krystal castle (gone to hell in a handbasket)

L

lacey gillespie (the bureau) lachlan "lake" rogers (more than me) lainey fulbright (sinners) lancelot (the great protector) lavencia (the night that feeds) leonin (touch of lies) libelle raygat (stigma: dragonfly) liliana vinteren (checkmate in three moves) lotte (folksaga) lovely boone (two against the world)

M

madeleine suleiman (the wrath of sekhmet) magdalyne cross (degrees of lewdity) manon rousseau (love♡verse) maria "marie" domingues (the overtaken) marion renaud (trouble brewing) marley woodbridge (ghost simulator) melrose (incubus) memphis "izzy" wylbourne (before dusk sets in) mercy karstark (the northern passage) merlin ivyflower (new witch in town) mikah "mikey" schmidt (ace of spades) mimir sonnen (ouroboros) mina harker (bleeding heart) mira "viper" reyes (subject zero) mirielle boone (citadel: a medical romantic drama) moira "momo" thompkins (one knight stand) monet "blondie" abernathy (love language: masked) mordred le fay (the bastard of camelot) morgan "ripper" daitan (hollowed minds) myrddin (the hunting of beasts)

N

nate hampton (swallow the dark) noelle "nellie" waters (model citizens: unmasked) "neo" (remember, you will die) nevada warvel (the monsters around us) nova d'arcadie (arcadie: second-born)

O

odette "dottie" kirby (unwilling souls) olivia edgecombe (the trials & tribulations of edward harcourt) omega (wolf set free) orange flowers (limerence) orcheil treles (of crowns and echoes) oz vanlaere (abyss)

P

parker caine (absentia) "lucky" penny maverick (venatici house) persephone (fields of asphodel) peyton brooks (demon bound) phoebe blackburn (ofna: birds of a feather) piper hadley (brimstone manor) poppy telleman (wolfebound) promise fauneus (spring panic) puppet (sol kha-ne lubri)

Q

quincey "rich kid" james (golden)

R

ravinder "ravi" northbreaker (god-cursed) reagan "rae" callahan (novaturient) "reaper" (project hadea) reese (the one who made red) reid lancaster (tournament of souls) ri'en, harbinger of calamity (fell star) "the devil" rinesa (demon, fireforged) ronan powell (professor of magical studies) rosalind de vesphire (crown of ashes & flames) rosie macarthur (all trails lead home) rowan greenberg (psy high)

S

sable "sherlock" holmes (sherlock holmes: an affair of the heart) moon saetbyeol (precious: the eyes of shan) santiago "saint" hayes (smoke & velvet) saorise "lord blackwell" o'hare (thicker than) sawyer (last legacy) scout newman (the passenger) seelie (talon's end) seraphim mcknight (fellow traveler) signe (the wroth ode) sigrid butcher (my love will never die) sigurd vamirel, the white wolf (the exile) siiveth vyrenhal (aesemyr: the withering) the royal child silke (of royal birth & forlorn fate) sin (the story of sin) sinéad (na daoine maithe) siobhan "bliss" beaumont (the six that thrive) sirius ripley (supernova: renegade) skye donovan-rosovsky (witchcraft u) sloane sweetwood (the ballad of devil's creek) socks wheeler (mind games: trepidation) their royal highness, sofie (royal affairs) solaris pyre (throne of ashes) sora dexter (stars arisen) "warden sparrow" (within your eyes) stanza venture (moon rising) sterling johannson (the golden harp) stevie briggs (tricksters)

T

talwyn "wynnie" wildegarde (shepherds of haven) teaghan (courting the crown) temperance (summoner's return) tempest larnete (sinners & saints) thevira, "queenslayer" (regrets of the traitor) thistle emerson (to the whistling winds) "thrim" (seekL) thunder bat (top villain: total domination) tinsley "teddy" whitman (mirror mine) trace mccallum (solid/ground) "treasure" (wall) trystan "tryste" davenport (valiant)

U

V

valentina "little heart" kozlov (vendetta) valora, the mad princess (a prophecy undone) vaniya "erebus" kincaid (emberfate) venus "wraith" sokolov (safe house) verity fairfax (love undying) "the vessel" (the night abridged) vetra woodard-briggs (skin & scales) victory hellström (seven days in paradise) vierna (the soul stone war) violet van dietrich (noblesse oblige) virginia campbell (queenstown's detective) vizaria (court of the gilded roses) vedette "vivi" valles (the veiled star)

W

whitney markov (heart of the house) wilhemina "mina" reed (the midnight bay) "wraith" (lamb to the slaughter) wylan albrecht (twisted gold) wysteria harlowe (the edge of dawn)

X

xander hoffman (young's home for retired robots)

Y

yaëlle (meraki: calais' gift) song ye-jin (crash course in you) yvette "star" rhys (fallen lights)

Z

zed (hybrid) zelith evenvale (virtue's end) ziarin bellévé (witch blood) "zorlok" (zorlok)

[kissylounge]

I could sit here and lie and pretend to say that I share no feelings for you. But I would be lying to myself. And most importantly, I would be lying to you. Don’t hide your feelings anymore, Kissers! Go kiss your beloved person and here is the place. Take this ticket or you will have the ‘Kissers Disease’. 

TEAM I (LEONHART)

Marius von Hagen as Gilvan Astara (@GyuvinIsMad)

Black Swan as Rose Rothchester (@ph7bfallc)

Yae Miko as Anastasia Angelique Anderson (@fondlce)

Acheron as Shiloh Banks (@swosre)

Wanderer as Hinode Aorima (@MauKissylounge)

Dan Heng as Daneil Reign Winston (@minatciuman)

Kamisato Ayato as Paris Reinhardt Finch (@/innfatuate)

Kaedehara Kazuha as Adriano Maverick (@VisitorItadori)

TEAM II (LEONHART)

Tighnari as Deandra Hasta G (@KeikanSATOU)

Elysia as Blair Lacey (@TLLVenie)

Alhaitham as Alexio Lazar Cardi (@winsuome)

Ganyu as Naraya Mary (@Senja Gojo)

Xueyi as Roseanne An (@fuchyia)

Kaeya as Allenard Anaheim (@BezzieBEOMGYUU)

Zhongli as Ezra Sylvester (@wonbnriize)

Undecided as Romeo Montague (@Negarainggris)

TEAM III (SHERLAINE)

Kaveh as Darleon Romane (@iecarrion)

Ruan Mei as Shema Reelaiah Phryanka (@bujsted)

Cyno as Vale. A Roscoe (@Mountrusi)

Sparkle as Amaryllis Priscilla (@exil333d)

March 7th as Ariadne Liu (@greintey)

Aventurine as Aubrey Maverick Halston (@cmaelus)

Arataki Itto as Alam Gihanjar (@kesleok)

Lyney as Julien Capulet (@NaufalJPEG)

TEAM IV (SHERLAINE)

Tartaglia as Josef Alexsandr Konstantinov (@nefcklace)

Artem Wing as Zenarian Seraiah (@soirendipity)

Kokomi as Michelle Caradine (@baksotuing)

Rosa as Arisu Kitashirakawa (@Soraya_704)

Furina as Kalingga Chandara (@YUDDINGeboy)

Wriothesley as Enigma Nepenthe Ivanovski Gregorius Marlowe Asteris (@mettule)

Thoma as Rafayel Eckhart (@LyneyOfJoy)

Sunday as Achilles Damarion H (@torturepoems)

TEAM V (ASH)

Dr. Ratio as Ren Zhang (@diveintimes)

Shenhe as Shemima Ranya Majerle (@segeiyver)

Jing Yuan as Alistair Dimitri Ochre (@erudition)

Luke Pearce as Katsuma Dan (@youngmanajax)

Neuvillette as Kinandra William (@kopimeko)

Lumine as Louisa Riverstone (@luminnyes)

Hu Tao as Heidi Tessa (@plsmauslot)

Navia as Jovelyn Blue Mayrene (@Adeptusses)

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Aaron

Abigail

Alexis

Anna/Annie

Ash/Asher/Ashley/Ashton

Aubrey/Audrey

Autumn

Avi

Azul

Bella

Callie

Cassie

Charlotte/Charlie

Creek

Crescencia/Crissy

Daisy

Dallas

Dash

Daz

Dez

Dustin

Ely

Emily

Ezekiel

Fay

Felicity

Felix

Finch

Fox

Freedom

Gavin

Hailey

Imogen

Indy

Iris

Jade

Julio

Kat

Kayla

Kylie

Landon

Liam

Madison

Max

Mikaela

Natalie

Nathan

Nicole/Cole

Nine

Noa/Noah/Nova

October/Toby

Opal

Paz

Rachel

Rae

Rainbow

Rebekah

Rhapsody

Sage

Shay

Sofia

Talia

Tanner

Thomas/Tommy

Tyler

Van/Vanessa

Vivian

Winter

Ximena

Yael

Zach

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