#don't ask me why but i honestly think daphne would be the one to ask how wlw smut worked

[sea-owl]

Pearl Gardenia

Remember a while back I said that I wasn't sure who I wanted to be the first to know about Colleen and Penelope's relationship? Well I figured it out. Here you go.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45421066

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It was the end of the season of 1818, the Bridgerton family was having a small get together at Aubrey Hall. It was a small event, with a select number invited.

"Are you sure it is alright for me to join you?" Penelope asked her lover. The two women were riding in their own carriage sitting across from one another. They planned to take off on another tour to Denmark once their trip to Aubrey Hall was over. "Eloise had told me it was a mostly private event."

Colleen only laughed before kissing her lover's wrist right where her glove would hide it. Colleen let her lips linger, willing her lip pomade to stain even just a little. "It may be smaller than during the season, but Mama still plans to host a ball for tonight. More local families"

"Besides," Colleen said as she pulled Penelope into her lap. "You've been around longer than anyone else my darling nymph."

Penelope blushed, but still wrapped her arms around Colleen's neck. "Charmer."

Colleen grinned. "Your charmer."

With an eye roll Penelope gave Colleen a quick peck before climbing off the taller woman's lap, and onto the seat next to her. Colleen pouted and made to pull Penelope against her once more when Penelope pushed her hands away with her own. Colleen managed to keep hold of one of those small hands.

"I can see Aubrey Hall," Penelope said.

Colleen sighed and plopped her head on top of Penelope's. Fine if she can't have Penelope in her lap, then laying against her will have to do. They can just say she fell asleep on the way over. Wouldn't be the first time she cuddled up to someone while asleep during a carriage ride.

Colleen raised the glove on the hand she held, giving Penelope's other wrist a kiss. Her wrists should match after all.

Penelope giggled. "Can I trust you not to make mischief until we leave?"

"But I love making mischief," Colleen pretnded to whine. Leaning more of her weight on the smaller redhead. "Almost as much as I love you."

Penelope giggled again but pushed back against Colleen. "Alright then, no mischief that involves me then!"

Colleen faked a wounded look, one hand on her chest, like she was scandalized. "My lovely nymph you wound me!"

Penelope shook her head, a fond smile on her face. She gave another quick peck to Colleen's lips. "Behave. We're here."

Colleen looked out the window to see they were indeed coming up to Aubrey Hall's front doors. Sitting up straighter she gave Penelope's hand a squeeze before the footman opened the door.

"Oh Pen!" Eloise exclaimed. Grabbing Penelope's hand Eloise began to drag her off. "I am so sorry I could not accompany you. Colleen practically shoved me in that blasted carriage."

Colleen pretended her smile didn't tightened.

"Come along dear sister," Daphne said, wrapping her arm in Colleen's. "We have to pick out your dress for Mama's ball."

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Colleen sat on the floor in front of her mirror. Her hands were bare, gloves next to her, along with her cosmetics. Ever since she started traveling she has found she preferred applying her own cosmetics, or doing Penelope's while she does Colleen's.

A knock on the door.

"Come in," Colleen said. She watched from the mirror as the door to her bedroom opened and Penelope slipped inside. Penelope's face was bare, but her own cosmetics were in her hands. Colleen grinned as her eyes traced Penelope's reflection. "We match."

While Colleen's dress was blue and Penelope's green, they matched in jewelry. Both women wore a choker that looked like gardenias on silver vines wrapping around their necks. The gardenias were made out of pearl, and the two women both had dangle pearl earrings to match. It was a gift Colleen had gotten them when they first gotten together in 1815 on the Island of Ithaca. Colleen had thought it was the perfect way to declare her secret love to Penelope, after all she could always claim she thought the necklaces were pretty.

Penelope sat down next to Colleen, her hands playing with her cosmetics. She looked down in a corner of the mirror. "I thought it would be nice if we did each other's cosmetics like we do when we're traveling. Eloise is currently distracted so she won't be looking for me."

Colleen couldn't help herself. Penelope looked so cute, her cheeks taking on a rosy shade. Even with Penelope's head turned down, a glance at the mirror showed her bitting her lip. Really could you blame Colleen for stealing a kiss?

"No mischief!" Penelope giggled, pulling away.

"You make it very hard my dear nymph," Colleen said, leaning closer once again. "But if you share your lip pomade with me I might be able to behave during the ball."

Penelope raised an eyebrow. "Just the ball?"

"If you want me to behave after I just might need some more incentive," Colleen whispered in her lover's ear.

Penelope felt a shiver run up her back. "We'll have to get up early."

Colleen turned her head so her lips were just brushing against Penelope's ear. "Do you wish for me to behave?"

Penelope picked up her lip pomade. "Your room or mine?"

Colleen picked up Penelope's rouge. "Oh definitely mine my dear nymph. Not only are we less likely to be disturbed, but I've been wanting to put this mirror here to good use."

The two women worked in a comfortable silence. Penelope applying the lip pomade to Colleen's lips, while Colleen traced the rouge on Penelope's cheeks. When Penelope nodded satisfied with Colleen's lips, Colleen snuck a quick peck. She smiled smugly seeing that there was a faint trace of the color left behind.

Penelope only shook her head fondly but handed off the lip pomade to Colleen while she picked up Colleen's rouge. Two women switched places, and when deemed good by the other they turned to the mirror.

Colleen smiled at her nymph's beautiful reflection.

-

Colleen scowled in to her drink, her green eyes glaring at the dance floor.

She's going to kill Francesca. As much as she loves her little sister, Francesca still brought her husband's cousin, the merry bloody fucking rake, to their mother's ball. God damn Michael fucking Stirling was dancing and flirting with her Pen.

Colleen's free hand clenched in her skirt.

It's not like they haven't talked about the possibility of one of them marrying before so society wouldn't suspect them. They have and quickly came to the conclusion that Colleen would end up calling for a duel with Penelope's potential suitor. Colleen Bridgerton does not like to share what's her's, and Penelope Featherington most certainly was her's. No matter what Eloise says.

"Is that a new shade?" Daphne asked, sliding up to her sister.

Colleen tore her eyes away from the dance floor and down at her sister. Colleen is still unsure how she ended up taller than most of her siblings, she even has an inch on Anthony, which made for an interesting day when it was first noticed. She let her eyes ask her question.

"Your lip pomade," Daphne pointed. "I don't think I have ever seen you wear that shade before."

"Oh," Colleen said. "I had tried of mine, so Penelope was kind enough to let me try her's."

"It looks good on you," Daphne said.

Colleen nodded, she knew it looked good on her. She shares Penelope's lip pomade all the time when they travel. Speaking of Penelope, the merry rake had just had just released her nymph, and Colleen needs a recharge. "Thank you sister. I should go ask Penelope what she uses, perhaps I'll wear this shade more often."

With that Colleen was off to collect her nymph. She said she would behave at the ball, but she never said she behave in the library.

Something was off with Colleen. Daphne couldn't place it, but her older sister was being a tad more polite than what she usually is during society events. The type of politeness Colleen uses when she's tense or trying to hide something. Not to mention Daphne thought the glass Colleen was holding earlier was going to shatter from how tight she held it.

"Daphne, could you find Colleen please?" Violet asked. "There is an Earl here that I would like to introduce her to."

Daphne shook her head, a fond smile on her face. Trust their mother to always trying to play matchmaker. "Of course Mama."

Daphne walked around the ballroom but had yet to see her sister. Perhaps she had stepped out, it would not have been the first time. Colleen likes her food and what was often served at balls did nothing for her voracious appetite. Or Colleen would gather up a huge plate and then hide away so neither Violet or Anthony would chastise her for being more interested in the food then the men.

Daphne poked her head in the library. No sign of Colleen. Perhaps she's in her room?

A moan coming from deeper in the library made Daphne pause. That moan sounded like Colleen.

Is her older sister meeting with a lover? Oh dear, Anthony will surely lose it if he finds out Colleen has followed the family tradition of scandoulous courtships. Especially since they have been trying to get her to at least entertain the idea of marriage for so long.

Daphne had to make sure.

Walking back further, hidden among the book stacks Daphne was not prepared for what she saw.

Penelope Featherington was being held up against the books, her head rolled back allowing access to her lover to suck on her pulse point. Penelope's bodice was falling, her lover's kisses, going lower and lower until they began to kiss at Penelope's breast.

Penelope's lover, whose back was to Daphne, did not wear boots and a coat like all the other gentlemen. But rather a dress, much similar to other ladies at the ball tonight. The lover lifted her head to smile up at Penelope.

Daphne gasped as she recognized Colleen.

Daphne's gasp was enough to catch Penelope's attention who let out her own gasp. "Daphne!"

Colleen's head whipped around. At the sight of her sister she put Penelope down and turned to face Daphne. Her body immediately covering Penelope's smaller one as the red head began to pull her bodice back into place.

"Colleen, what is going on?" Daphne asked. The duchess didn't know what to think. Her sister with another woman? Not only that but a woman they have known since they were all little girls. Is this why Colleen never married?

Colleen reached behind her, and Daphne could barley see the slight movement of Penelope holding Colleen's hand.

Colleen stared Daphne in the eye. "Penelope and I are in love."

In love? Two women . . . in love? That can't be right. Daphne has never heard of such a thing. It has always been a man and a woman who married. They're parents, Anthony and Kate, Benedict and Sophie, herself and Simon.

"No," Daphne finally said, starting to make her way to the library door. Perhaps she should get Anthony. "No that can't be. Two women have never married. It has always been a man and a woman."

"Daphne," Colleen practically begged.

"Perhaps if Penelope was man-"

"If I was a man, I would have married Penelope already!" Colleen declared.

Daphne paused, her older sister's words sinking in. Looking into Colleen's green eyes she could she see fear, but also a determination. Colleen and Penelope were holding onto each other, the same way Daphne holds onto Simon, and how her brothers hold onto their wives. Eventually she sat down on a nearby sofa. "Okay," she said, "okay I'm listening. Tell me how this happened."

Colleen and Penelope sat across from Daphne. They look at one another, their pearl gardenia necklaces catching in the moonlight.

Penelope gestures, and Colleen gives her lover a nod. "It officially started three years ago when we went to Ithaca."

Daphne's jaw dropped. Three years these two have been hiding their relationship, and no one in the Ton had any clue about it. Though Colleen's wording was interesting. "What do you mean by officially?"

Penelope spoke next. "I was in love with Colleen before, but I didn't know what those feelings were right away."

Colleen held Penelope's hand. "And I don't know when, and I don't know how, but I fell in love with Penelope. My best guess though is that my feelings started to change when we started traveling together."

Penelope picked the story back up. "Being alone together so often in our travels probably helped speed up our feelings. We would also pretend to be married in certain areas where it was a safer option for us."

"I quite enjoy when I get to pretend to be your husband," Colleen said, shooting Penelope a grin.

Daphne watched as Colleen and Penelope stared at each other in adoration. She could see it so easily now, it's the same look she sees on Simon's face. The same look she sees when Anthony and Kate or Benedict and Sophie stare at one another. Colleen and Penelope stared at one another with love. A love they have to keep secret. Their gardenia necklaces make so much more sense.

On the the thought of love and now love making . . .

"So how do you," Daphne trailed off. Using one hand to make a circle she used her other hand to stick a finger in.

Colleen and Penelope looked at her for a moment before realization hit. Penelope's face went red, while Colleen smirked.

"Dear sister," Colleen said, her voice full of laughter. "Has Simon not been using his hands or his tongue? Do Pen and I need to leave him some anonyms detailed instructions?"

"Colleen Bridgerton!" Daphne gasped at her sister's crude language.

"You asked!" Colleen laughed.

Daphne turned to apologize to Penelope, for Colleen or herself she wasn't sure yet. She caught Penelope's eye.

The younger woman went redder before saying, "There are also toys that can take place of a man's private parts, such as a dildo."

"Pen's favorite is the ivory one," Colleen added.

Penelope shot Colleen a look, her face becoming less red. "Though Colleen has a thing for mirrors and tying others up."

Colleen shot Penelope a look back that was nothing but filthy, "I like tying you up, and getting to see you from so many different angles. All pretty and on display for me."

"Colleen," Penelope hissed. "Daphne is right there."

Daphne felt her own face grow hot. She may not have the same level of attraction to women that her sister does but the images the two lovers are putting in her head would make a nun blush.

Colleen turned towards her sister. "If you want, we can find you a dildo sister," Colleen offered. "That way you can experience some of this yourself. There's some that imitate a man coming but uses water instead. You can take a break from the pregnancies!"

Daphne really should not have been surprised to learn that either Colleen or Penelope had snuck instructions for Simon on how to use his hands and mouth on Daphne in her luggage. It was very detailed. They also left a dildo her a dildo buried underneath her night dresses before they left for Denmark. It was actually the one Colleen had described to her that night in the library.

Well, Daphne was kind of tired of being pregnant, but she did like the feeling of her husband coming. Maybe she and Simon should give this a try.

[sexydreamgirl]

hey heraa, i would REALLYYY appreciate if you helped me out on this one question that has been killing me rn (it’s in bold on the bottom just incase u want to skip the tangent)

honestly, if i succeed in fulfilling myself that you replied, it'll raise my faith a little bit when/if I see that you replied.

I've been on this journey for the longest time I'm talking divineangelbee, planet, cine, bibi, dreamgrlsworld, daphne, the void obsession, the alpha waves, the mindless or just feeling while affirming, the self and void concept challenges for 2 weeks, and now applying states after edward art and neville and having things click with aphroditeapprentice and blushydior etc ; applying for months. But guess what idk what is happening and what's holding me back!

i know that if i was in the state, I obviously wouldn't be sending this message but since it doesn't matter what I do in the 3D and my human self wants to ask for help, I will ask for guidance.

I've even fulfilling myself, returning to the wish fulfilled whenever I think of my desire, I prioritize the inner man over getting physical results but you know, if someone was doing it right, it would reflected by now right? of course it would because it's the law.

I don't why it hasn't done so yet and l'm slowly and at the same time very quickly losing my faith because it's been like what, 2/3 years since I found out about the law from tumblr? I KNOW I'm meant to be living my dream life in a little cottage in Europe or big mansion in LA, I KNOW I was meant to succeed and live a life of my dreams because I deal with hard things in my life, I AM! MEANT TO SUCCEED. but what am I doing wrong if it's been months of fulfilling myself that it should've been my dominant state already? I feel good and every time I doubt, I know and tell myself that I ALREADY experience my desire in imagination and it HAS to reflect?

thank you, if you answer this I really would appreciate it :)

I'm going to try my best to answer this without further confusing you so sit tight and in the case that I do bring forward any confusion, do let me know.

In a nutshell, the point of manifesting (or moreso the purpose of life itself) is to appease hunger. That is, to free yourself from the feeling of desire (wanting something) by giving it to yourself whether it's money, the mansion, the dream life, appearance, I could go on and on because whatever you want to acquire is possible of being acquired (because imagination is limitless). If you know the law, you know imagination creates reality so imagination will always be your workshop and that is essentially how you change self (I AM).

Imagination isn't separate from reality because imagination is reality itself. Man's greatest downfall has been to separate the two as completely independent when that could not be further from the truth. When you turn to imagination and you use it to think about what it would feel like to have the face card and the mansion and the dream life, you are present in that moment to the point where it feels like a real experience. If you allow yourself to bask in the feeling of the wish fulfilled, it's as real of an experience as you reading this very post. Neville has previously discussed procuring the wish fulfilled in a way as if you are traveling through time to the end and witnessing the outcome firsthand, then you make your way back to the present and trust that it will unfold as you experienced. It's like when you watch a film you've previously watched and you already know what the ending is, you don't stop to think what could happen, you already know what will because you saw it yourself.

If time is a relevant concern for you and you're looking around to see if it's there, I'm afraid to say you haven't fully yielded to it. You simply thought of it and not from it. If you experienced it and knew that it was done, you would be appeased from hunger and you wouldn't desire it anymore. How could you want something you already have? Time is an obstacle that is standing in between you and the state of consciousness that asserts you as being someone who has the desire in question already in their possession. When you nail yourself to that state and I mean you fully yield yourself to it to the point where you don't feel separate from it anymore, the feeling of desire will vanish. You don't care about time, you don't care about the senses, nothing moves you. Why would it if you know it's yours? (Hint: this is the Sabbath)

I constantly receive so, so many "I did all of this, why hasn't it happened?" questions and I believe you when you say you really gave it your entire heart, but you should sit and ask yourself genuinely if you actually focused more on the thing itself versus quenching the desire you have for it.

I'm here once again to swear by the State Akin To Sleep and why I love it so much. I won't repeat the process since I went into it quite extensively so I highly suggest you read the post.

“Whatsoever you desire, when you pray, believe that you have received it, and you will.”

When I started understanding the SATS through the idea of it as "praying", it made so much more sense to me. You're not visualizing to get, you're visualizing to feel its reality so desire vanishes. If you use imagination to feel its reality (believe that you have received it), the 3D will follow and it shall materialize. This is one of the reasons why I love the state akin to sleep so much. It's such a simple and easy way to define the end and identify yourself with it.

When I use the SATS, I let myself sit with the wish fulfilled by thinking of what the end would look like, what would I hear, who would I be with, what would I see, etc. and I focus on it until I'm consumed by the feeling and acceptance of it and then bring myself back. I trust that my prayer has been answered because I felt the reality of it, so that must mean it's already mine. If for some reason I would feel doubtful or separate from that state of consciousness, I would simply induce the state again and focus on its reality. Do this as many times as you need to until you no longer feel compelled to because you're certain that your prayer has been heard (See: the Sabbath).

I highly encourage you to assess how you're going about manifesting and to use the State Akin To Sleep to catch the mood so you can nail yourself to it. You said it best yourself, you were meant to succeed and live the life of your dreams. Remember that failure is only an option if you let it be one. Don't give up, my love <3

[leclerc-s]

she's married you idiots!

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isabella perez mae, i wasn't aware you and max had gotten a divorce and you were now dating barry keoghan.

mae jones-verstappen oh my god who started it this time??

oscar piastri tmz

zoya torres and fans are definitely helping troll the others who think mae is dating barry.

max jones-verstappen why are they calling him bath water guy and grave guy??

oscar piastri as someone who watched the movie with his girlfriend for the "vine" trust me when i say you don't want to know.

lando norris you do not want to watch that movie, trust me.

isabella perez so that's a negative on you and barry?

max jones-verstappen i hope you get fired. mae jones-verstappen we had dinner, as friends, a while back, but max was with us. which is something tmz kindly left out.

logan sargeant i fucking hate tmz

arthur leclerc is this because they said zoya was dating louis? logan sargeant shut the fuck up?

pierre gasly i think charles is the only one who is safe from dating rumors.

natalia ruiz because the people love him and the italians lose their shit anytime someone implies charles is dating someone.

charles leclerc and they send natalia many dms asking her if we're over so that they can make a move on me.

arthur leclerc i am safe too.

dulce perez up until three months ago, everyone thought i was dating robert. not you. trust me, you are not safe.

rhys jones this? again?

sebastian vettel next they'll be saying max is dating daniel, again.

fernando alonso when did they ever stop saying that?

daniel jones-ricciardo he's my platonic soulmate! max jones-verstappen we're lovers but our wives don't know it yet. daphne jones-ricciardo i was under the assumption that my husband was in a secret love affair with ryan and that max was engaging in an affair with charles?

lewis hamilton a bunch of children, all of you.

fernando alonso starting with me, you, and seb. as the oldest we set the examples. sebastian vettel they learned from us lewis.

lewis hamilton i'm nowhere near as dramatic as you two!

rhys jones "well we're not friends." isabella perez "and teammate" george russell "taken out by my own teammate" lewis hamilton ALRIGHT I GET IT!

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i don't know about anyone else, but i spent valentine's day with my husband

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¡leclerc-s speaks! anyways, back to our regularly scheduled programing, not that i have a posting schedule, but i figured, you know i gave daniel and daphne two parts about relationship rumors why not give mae and max one. this is a product of that. honestly some of my best work comes when i am sleep deprived because insomnia is a bitch, this was written yesterday. is there anyone you guys would like to write relationship rumors about??

¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!

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Day 31: halloween costumes

Masterlist flufftober 🎀

First I want to thank all the people who followed this during the month, I honestly never thought I would be able to join this kind of events, and I am very happy with the reception that each work received, you are incredible and made my days the best! I Hope this last one is to your liking, I send you a hug wherever you are

Deciding on an individual costume is already difficult, so you weren't surprised when you realized that a couple costume involved a bigger concern.

Halloween had finally arrived and you had practically begged Spencer to find a couple's costume for the party the FBI was hosting, something not really official, but with most of the agents, at the bar your friend David Rossi had chosen.

“Any suggestions for our outfit?” you had asked the man, once you convinced him to match his costume with yours.

Spencer thought about it for a while and although many of the options he gave you sounded excellent, there was the detail of the short time you had to get things or the disadvantage that few people would be able to recognize the theme of your costume.

���It has to be something practical and known,” you had murmured, when both of you were sitting on the couch at dinner time and a children's channel filled the void in the room.

Until, watching TV, you finally figured it out: you had the perfect option right in front of your eyes and you never saw it.

So it was that on the night of the 31st, quite happy and satisfied with the choice you made, you drove to the place and let him behave like a gentleman by opening the car door for you.

“Are you sure I look good?”

“You've never looked more handsome” you smiled at him, trying to calm his anxiety, while both of you walked hand in hand towards the entrance.

You didn't have to wait long to see your friends and, as you expected, they were comically surprised at you.

“No way…” Morgan had laughed, looking at you up and down. “Pretty boy in bell-bottoms? Now that's something I didn't think I'd see."

Shaggy and Velma from Scooby Doo. That was you two.

It was true that Spencer was wearing brown bell-bottom pants that you had gotten at a thrift store. You also searched your closet and luckily found a v-neck shirt in the perfect color. Unfortunately, your boyfriend had recently cut his hair and you wished you had thought about the costume more in advance so he could show off his long locks just like the animated character.

You had bought a few things from your all-orange outfit, but the bonus with you was that you could wear them later. When Spencer saw you, he was stunned and didn't waste the opportunity to compliment you extensively.

“What can we tell you? They solve mysteries and catch monsters, it's almost like our job”

"How nice!" murmured JJ, who had just arrived accompanied by her husband Will. Both of them were dressed as vampires “I loved Scooby Doo when I was a kid. My favorite was always Daphne.”

“I don't know why that doesn't surprise me,” joked Emily, who was dressed as the bride of Frankenstein's monster and drank from a glass with an unknown concoction.

“You should have told us and we could have done a group costume,” she smiled, while she looked at Will, hinting that they could have been the other couple on the show.

"Clear. You Daphne, him Fred and Morgan would have been the dog”

A collective laugh filled the place where even Derek, the affected one, smiled while he pointed a finger at you.

“Guess who was my favorite,” you murmured, a little more to your boyfriend than the others.

“Huh, Velma?”

“It was Shaggy!” you replied amused, while you took his arm to plant a kiss on his cheek.

“Reid looks a little like Velma if you think about it. You know, with all those facts and statistics and they're the damn nerd of the group”

Spencer blushed slightly at the comparison and didn't think of anything clever to answer because, sadly, Morgan was right this time.

You complimented the others' costumes and everyone agreed that you were looking forward to seeing Penelope Garcia and her extravagant clothes, since she hadn’t yet honored you with her presence. After that the group started talking about something else and soon the two of you were no longer the center of attention, allowing you to take the man's hand and sneak over to the drinks bar to look for something to cool your throat with. 

“Does this have alcohol?” your boyfriend asked the bartender over the noise of the music, making you laugh lightly. When he checked that the drink was safe, he took one and made sure to order your favorite cocktail afterwards.

“If you think about it a little, we are both more like each other's characters,” you murmured thoughtfully, because what your friend had said seemed to have echoed in your head. “Shaggy was always clumsy and an enthusiastic eater. Like me"

“You're not clumsy.”

"I am. But not in a bad way, not like being an idiot or something, but like something…”

“Cute and adorable?” he completed.

"Exactly. You always know what I'm thinking."

“Despite I agree, I think the costume wouldn't have worked at all that way,” your boyfriend smiled, approaching you to grab your waist. Because of the heels your height was more balanced and he only needed to extend his hands a little to reach your body.

"Why?"

“Don't get me wrong, but I don't think that skirt would have looked good on me at all” you let out a loud laugh at this, realizing what he was referring to “Although you, on the other hand…” while he spoke one of his hands slid down until he slapped your butt, startling you slightly “you look gorgeous in it”

“You have all night to figure out how to take it off,” you said flirtatiously. Now it was Reid who held his breath “I'm wearing something underneath that I make sure matches the rest of the outfit and that I think you'll love”

The wink you gave him was enough to make him nervous and, evidently, excited by the images that his skillful mind was already beginning to generate.

Once you got your cocktail you returned to the hustle and bustle but your velvety voice couldn't leave Spencer's mind, who couldn't wait for the night to end because he was sure that the best candy he would receive this Halloween would be you.

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𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 [𝐀 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘]

PAIRINGS — Violet Bridgerton x fem!Reader [Modern!AU]

SUMMARY — Violet and Reader attend a wedding together in Paris. Agatha questions intentions.

WORD COUNT — 4K

WARNINGS — drinking, discussions of sex

NOTE — This is like a full week late, but honestly don't think anyone cares and I am too tired so I can't write a proper note, but if you're still around and reading thanks and I love you!

𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐀𝐎𝟑

𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑿: 𝑨 𝑺𝑻𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑹'𝑺 𝑾𝑬𝑫𝑫𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑨 𝑭𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑵𝑫

“Oh goodness gracious, that’s the best bloody pastry I’ve ever had,” you said with your mouth full of a pain au chocolat, the French really did not mess around. 

“I told you,” Violet chuckled. “If there is one thing that never misses the mark, it is without a doubt French pastries.” 

“And wine,” you added and she agreed with a chuckle. 

“Have you been to Paris before?” she asked, leading you down the streets and alleyways that created an intricate web across the city. 

“No, this is my first time,” you said. “I went to Marseilles through that program my parents signed me up for in first year, but that’s about the extent of my experience with France. Have you been here many times before?” 

“A few, some for work, others to see family friends,” she nodded thoughtfully. 

“You must be excited for the wedding then. You love love,” you chuckled and Violet rolled her eyes, and although your statement was true, it was beyond corny. 

“I think the wedding will be a nice break from all of the obligations we’ve had to attend this past little while. And distract from how slowly the gala planning is going,” she sighed. 

“Oh, don’t remind me of that,” you shook your head. “Let’s focus on something else.” 

“How about the fact that you just told me you don’t have a dress for tomorrow?” Violet suggested and you winced. 

“Mmm let’s not talk about that either,” you shook your head and Violet chuckled. 

“Come on, it’s why we’re out right now. What are you thinking, designer, local, off the rack?” 

“Definitely not designer,” you grimaced at even the mere thought of the price tags. “Local could be nice.” 

“I’m sure we can find something reasonable nearby. There’s a store Daphne mentioned to me, you might like it,” she said and pointed in the direction you would walk to get there. 

You finished your pastry on the walk and, given Violet seemed quite excited about the prospect of getting you a dress, you figured you’d put aside your stress of finding something suitable and try to enjoy the moment with her. 

As you looked through the selection, Violet’s phone pinged and she looked at the screen. 

“Agatha’s just landed,” she informed you. “We’ll see her tomorrow at the wedding.” 

“Did you mention to her that I was coming?” you asked. 

“It may have come up over tea,” Violet nodded. “There are so many donors coming to this, it would be a missed opportunity not to promote the gala and two voices are better than one.” 

“You’ve already sold it to me, Violet, I’m here,” you chuckled. 

“How about this?” she asked, holding something up for you to get a better look at, clearly trying to move past the conversation around the wedding invitation. 

“That could be nice,” you nodded. “Let me try it on.” 

Violet handed you the hanger and you brought it over to an attendant to see if they had an area where you could see if the dress would fit. 

She led you to a fitting area and it took you a moment to figure out the best way to put it on before examining yourself in the mirror and then stepping out to get a second opinion from Violet. 

“It’s a little revealing, no?” you asked her, turning around and looking at the very low cut back in the mirror. 

“I mean…” she pressed her lips together and shrugged her shoulders. She couldn’t quite justify it because she would never feel comfortable enough to wear something like that herself, but there was something about the way the satin pooled around your lower back, the curve of your spine and colour of your skin against the tone of the dress, it made everything somehow glow. “...it isn’t that bad.” 

You still seemed unconvinced. 

“Did you find anything else I can try?” 

Violet eyes were now dragging over the front of your figure, drinking in every outline in the fabric, completely oblivious to your request.

“Violet?” 

“Hmm,” she looked back up at your eyes. 

“Any more dresses?” 

“Oh!” she nodded and handed you the few she had in her arms. 

You took them from her with a thank you and continued trying things on, until you landed on one you were happy with. You purchased it and tried to ignore how much it cost before leaving the store and heading back to the hotel for a dinner in the restaurant there before heading in for an early night, giving yourselves adequate time the next morning to prepare for the ceremony. 

When the car was there to take you to the Eiffel Tower — because of course a socialite wedding had to be held in the Eiffel Tower — you heard a knock on your door which you assumed was Violet coming to collect you. 

When you opened the door, you were still focused on making sure everything was in your purse, which gave Violet enough time to take in your whole outfit. The new dress you had bought, while a little more modest than the first one, was still just as striking, and Violet found herself following the slit that went all the way from the ground to your mid thigh, giving her a peek of skin she’d never seen before, but for some reason desperately hoped she’d see again. 

When you finally looked up from your purse, you found yourself staring, probably a little more wide-eyed than intended, right back at her. 

“You did your hair different,” you said quietly. 

“I-I did,” she nodded. “Do you like it?” 

You smiled, “Very much.” 

You spent a moment or two in continued silence before Violet cleared her throat. 

“Shall we?” 

You chuckled nervously and nodded your head, following her out of the room and downstairs to the car. 

The drive wasn’t too long given you were staying in the heart of the city anyways, and clearly Violet knew her way around because she led you to the entrance of the restaurant that had been partially cleared out for the ceremony. 

“Have you eaten here before?” you asked. “It looks expensive.” 

“It is,” she nodded. “I did once, the children set it up as a birthday gift for me.” 

“With a little external help, if I recall correctly.” 

You both turned around to see where the voice was coming from and smiled when you saw Agatha behind you. 

Hugs and kisses were exchanged, and although Violet had said she’d told Agatha you’d be coming, there was still a small look of disbelief on her face. 

“I wasn’t sure if you were going to make it,” she said. 

“You know, duty calls,” you shrugged. “We’ve fallen a bit behind on planning for the gala, we thought this might be a good place to help boost attendance and gather some pledges.” 

“Yes, of course,” Agatha nodded her head with a polite smile. 

“I’m suddenly feeling a little parched,” Violet said, placing her fingers against her throat. “Maybe we should head inside and get something to drink?” 

“I could go for a drink,” you agreed and Agatha tagged along. 

As much as there was often a big hubbub around socialite weddings, especially those uniting two prominent families, Violet appreciated the security and privacy of the event. 

Of course there would still be pictures taken, but mostly focused on the bride and groom, and all of them previewed before being shared with the public. 

After fetching drinks, an usher was able to help you all to your seats in preparation for the ceremony to begin. 

You weren’t really sure what to expect, the last wedding you had been to was that of your friend from university and the whole thing was very simple and low key. 

Violet watched as your eyes curiously scanned your surroundings, becoming familiar with the details of the restaurant, the view of the city from outside, the guests with recognizable faces. 

“When was the last time you went to a wedding?” Agatha asked you. 

“A couple of years ago,” you said. “A close friend got married.” 

“That must have been quite nice to see,” Violet joined the conversation. 

“It was,” you smiled fondly, recalling the memories of the event. “Her and her husband are so well suited for each other and it was a really beautiful,simple backyard ceremony and reception. Just close friends and family.” 

Violet chuckled. That was what she and Edmund had originally wanted for their wedding, but, in the end, they had little to no control over the guest list, mostly thanks to her mother and mother-in-law. 

Before they could continue their conversation, soft, quiet music began to play, pulling them all out of their thoughts and directing their focus to the front where the groom now stood. 

While many things about the decor and location were anything but simple, the ceremony itself had a sort of distinctness to it that allowed one to really focus on the bride and groom and their love for each other. Their vows told a story of love over many years and brought to light the reason for the location. Not only was Paris the city of love, but it clearly carried sentimental value for them. 

When the ceremony ended and transitioned to the reception, you felt Agatha’s eyes constantly on you and Violet. A part of you was curious about it and wanted to ask, but you had a feeling you didn’t want to hear the answer, so you kept to yourself. 

“It is surely a romantic evening, is it not?” Agatha asked, and you simply smiled and nodded your head. 

“Yes, more than expected,” Violet admitted. 

“What do you think?” Agatha turned to you, clearly wanting you to speak. 

“What do I think?” you repeated her question, pointing to yourself. “I-um…well, I suppose it was nice.” 

“Just nice?” Agatha asked. 

“Do you want me to say it made me believe in love again?” you looked a little confused at the older woman. 

“Did it?” Agatha shrugged, and Violet looked between you both, sensing a little tension. 

“I-” you tried to search in her expression, past her eyes, see what information she possibly wanted from you. It was almost as if this wedding was triggering something for her. “I wouldn’t say I didn’t believe in love before I got here.” 

Agatha hummed, “Would you ever get married?” she asked.

You coughed a little as you sipped your wine. After clearing your throat and ensuring that you hadn’t choked, you answered her. 

“I’d like to think if the right person came along, I would,” you said honestly. “But sometimes, things don’t line up the way we want or expect.” 

The older woman nodded her head, her expression softening slightly. 

“And have you ever thought of what your wedding might look like?” 

“Agatha,” Violet looked at her friend, still confused as to where all this was coming from. “You’re interrogating her.”

“Just a simple question. Often weddings can make us think of what our own might look like,” she shrugged. 

“I don’t know,” you leaned back in your chair. “Maybe a little.”

Now, Violet was curious and she turned to look at you. 

“What do you want your wedding to look like?”

You couldn’t bring yourself to meet either of their gazes, instead focusing on the plate of food in front of you. 

“I think something small and private,” you said. “Maybe in the winter, somewhere snowy.” 

Agatha didn’t seem particularly content with your answer, but she let it be for now, also turning her attention to her food while Violet simply smiled at your admission. 

“I don’t think about it much,” you said. “Never been quite close enough to a wedding to spend much time thinking about what it will look like.” 

Violet could sympathize with your sentiment and your willingness to change the topic of conversation, instead speaking about the gala in hopes of gathering the attention of the others at the table. 

Your ploy worked and, for a while, you had a chance to talk about something you were endlessly comfortable with, work. That was until people started to stand up and mingle more after dinner and you had told Violet you were going to head to the washroom to freshen up. 

You were touching up your lipstick just as you saw a familiar red dress behind you in the mirror. 

“Agatha,” you greeted courteously.

“I see we had the same idea,” she came and stood next to you, pulling out a few things from her bag to touch up her own makeup, her cane resting against the counter. 

There was a moment that passed before you both spoke in unison. 

“Why do you keep cornering me?” “Why are you really here?” 

Agatha’s words rang through your head. Her question had answered yours and now you supposed you needed to come up with an answer for her. 

“Because Violet asked me,” you said simply. 

“And that’s it?” she asked, and you finally turned to look at her directly. 

“What else would there be?” you asked. “She is my boss and my friend, she asked me a favour and I wanted to help.” 

Agatha pressed her lips together and nodded her head. 

“If you say so.” 

If I say so. You thought to yourself. Of course I say so, why the hell else would I be here?

“It’s just, you can understand my confusion, can’t you?” she paused and looked at you. You frowned and shook your head. “Weddings are very special events, are they not?”

“I suppose,” you nodded your head, slowly. 

“I just…haven’t met someone who attends a stranger’s wedding with a friend before.” 

You were taken aback by her words. You couldn’t bring yourself to think of another reason for why you had come today, or maybe you didn’t want to. 

Agatha patted your hand and left you alone in the washroom, staring back at your reflection in the mirror. 

Your mind drifted to Violet, but you quickly tried to push the image of her away. Agatha was right, you probably had been lying to yourself, more likely as a protection than anything. 

Someone entered the washroom, and you quickly straightened yourself out, finishing fixing your lipstick before heading back out to where everyone else was mingling. You didn’t need to be thinking about all of that right now. 

“There you are!” Violet grinned. “Come here, there’s someone I want to introduce you to.”

You put on a smile and prepared yourself to make polite conversation for the rest of the evening, going back and forth between small talk and business dealings. The way Violet was able to so intricately weave the lines between the two and blend them into one was like artwork. 

Around eleven, things were beginning to wind down and the two of you said your goodbyes, heading to the car you had called to bring you back to the hotel. 

“I could use a bit of a walk,” Violet said. “Maybe we could get dropped off a block away if that’s alright with you?” 

“That would be nice,” you nodded and gave the instructions to the driver on her behalf. 

Coming out into the cool night air was refreshing, and despite walking in uncomfortable shoes, the quiet of the night made it worth it. 

Violet inhaled deeply and sighed, seeing the Eiffel Tower lit up, and the warm lighting of the streets created an air of something special.

“You know…I never really understood the romance of Paris,” she admitted to you, “but I think I’m starting to get it now.” 

You looked over at her and she was clearly entranced by the city, but you were much more focused on her words. 

Why was she starting to understand it? Was it just the environment? The wedding? Or was there something more she was feeling that just slipped out? 

“I mean, they call it the city of love for a reason,” you chuckled nervously, wringing your hands in front of yourself. 

Violet smiled and you continued your walk in silence until re-entering the hotel and going up to your respective rooms. 

“Would you…” Violet began, “maybe want to come in for a glass of wine?” 

“It’s not too late for you?” you glanced at the time on your phone. 

“Suddenly have a burst of energy,” she teased, unlocking the door to her room and welcoming you inside. 

She took off her heels, holding them in one hand while placing her purse on the bed and bending down to put her shoes by her suitcase. 

You blinked a few times and quickly averted your gaze, taking off your own shoes and going to take a seat on the couch while Violet brought two glasses and a bottle of wine with her. 

“Easy access to the good stuff here, isn’t there?” you chuckled and she nodded, handing you your glass before placing hers on the table and uncorking the bottle, pouring you each a moderate amount. 

You had already had some drinks at the wedding and you presumed Violet wasn’t planning on overdoing it tonight. 

“How did you find the wedding?” you asked. 

“Oh, I thought it was lovely,” she nodded, joining you on the adjacent seat, taking a sip of her wine. 

“Does it ever make you nostalgic?” 

“All the time,” she confirmed. “Some weddings are harder than others, but it doesn’t take away from the beauty of two people who love each other so dearly that they want to commit themselves to each other for the rest of their lives.” 

You took a deep sip from the glass, waiting to see if Violet might continue. 

“Weddings seemed like a bit of a touchy subject for you,” she ended up commenting. “Can I ask why that is?” 

You pressed your lips together and got a little more comfortable on the couch. 

“It’s just not something that’s ever looked like it’s going to be in my future,” you said. “I think I’ve mentioned before that none of my relationships ever really amounted to anything, and so, I just got used to the loneliness instead of hoping.” 

Violet hummed and took a sip of her wine. 

“Loneliness is something I can relate to,” she sighed. “Familiar with in a few ways.” 

“How else?” you asked, clearly making the connection between her losing Edmund and that feeling. 

“My uncle, David,” she said. “When my Aunt Lily passed away, he was so heartbroken. I just…watched it consume him. He loved her so very much,” she sighed. “I always told myself I would never wish for that to happen to myself or anybody else, but life has a very funny way of testing you.” 

You remembered hearing about Violet’s aunt, Lily, and it took you a moment to recall from where exactly. When you put the pieces together, an image of Agatha floating in your mind, you quickly sipped your wine to hide any expressions on your face. Violet clearly didn’t know about the affair. 

“And have you just been lonely then?” you asked. “Since Edmund?” 

“I don’t know, I think I got comfortable being alone,” she admitted. “After a certain point, I wondered whether it was worth it to try and put myself back out there, even if I was ready for something.” 

“So you haven’t even tried?” you looked at her peculiarly. “In the last sixteen years?” 

“No, not really,” she shook her head. 

“Not even a date?” 

She sipped her wine and shook her head again. 

“Wow,” you leaned back even further, if possible. “Have you not wished for companionship?” 

“From time to time,” she nodded. “It is only natural, but like you, I guess I haven’t found the right person to share that with.” 

You bit the inside of your cheek and felt your heart grow heavy in your chest, but quickly tried to suppress the feeling by finishing off your wine and pouring more for yourself and topping Violet off. 

“Does that mean you haven’t had sex in sixteen years?” 

Violet almost choked on her wine and you tried not to laugh, clearly all the alcohol from the evening was beginning to get to you. 

“Sorry, that was a little direct,” you chuckled and had another drink. 

“You just caught me off guard,” she tried to play it off smoothly. 

There was a moment of silence that was so thick you could cut it with a knife before Violet spoke up. 

“I haven’t…been intimate with someone since Edmund.” 

“I mean, I understand it. I respect it, but you are also a person with physical needs, are you not?” 

“I am,” she nodded and sipped her wine. “But there are other ways one can…satiate their physical desires,” she said with a slight tilt of her head. 

“Violet Bridgerton,” you gasped with an astonished smile, and her cheeks went a deep shade of red. She opened her mouth to perhaps tame your thoughts or alter what she had said, but you beat her to it. “I’m impressed.” 

“You’re impressed?” she chuckled a little nervously. 

“You just always find new and wondrous ways to surprise me,” you lifted your glass up to her. 

“Soon enough, there won’t be any surprises left,” she giggled into her glass, letting it meet her painted lips while she took a sip. “And you will have the upper hand and all the surprises.” 

“Ah, so it is information you’re looking for?” you asked and she shrugged innocently. “Come on Violet, don’t be a tease, what do you want to know?” 

“Oh, I don’t know,” she leaned back into the couch cushions, taking the pins and clips out of her hair, letting it fall in soft waves down her shoulders. “Tit for tat, perhaps?” 

“You want to see my tits?” 

“God, no, are you drunk?” she scoffed with a laugh, the response was quick to come from her mouth, but she hoped you didn’t notice how her eyes did linger around your chest for a moment, the thought a little more enticing than she had led you to believe or wanted to admit to herself. She really couldn’t come up with a good reason to justify that. 

“No, I didn’t hear you properly,” you threw your head back in a laugh. “They were playing music so loud in there, I think I might have burst an eardrum.” 

“Okay, forget about that,” she waved her hand. “Tell me about the worst date you’ve ever been on.” 

“Oh, easy,” you finished the rest of what was in your glass and placed it on the table. “When I was sixteen, I went on a date to the circus.” 

“The circus?” Violet was surprised. 

“Yes, my date didn’t think to ask me beforehand and I um…” you looked down at the floor before looking back up at Violet. “I’m terrified of clowns.” 

“Oh no,” she leaned in closer, and you nodded your head. 

“And guess who they called from the audience to come join them?” 

“No!” Violet gasped and you nodded your head. 

“It was the most atrocious thing I had ever experienced and I definitely did not go on a second date with them,” you shuddered. 

“That sounds terrible, I can’t even begin to imagine something like that.” 

“And I suppose you never went on a bad date?” you looked at her, and she chuckled. 

“Oh, just because Edmund and I loved each other didn’t mean we didn’t have our fair share of bad dates,” she explained. “After Anthony was born, Edmund tried to cook me dinner for the first time and that was how we ended up renovating the kitchen.” 

You snorted, and she laughed, remembering the disaster she’d walked into. 

“I bought him a set of cooking classes for his birthday that year,” she said. “Thankfully, we were one and done with almost burning the house down.” 

You filled your glass again and reached out to raise a toast. 

“Here’s to bad dates with great people, because life is too short to be perfect.” 

Violet smiled and clinked her glass against yours. “Yes, cheers to that, indeed.”

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[sinfulslytherin]

Cage.

SUMMARY: Your boyfriend cheats on you and Draco finds you in the Slytherin common room.

WARNING: mature content

(Angst)

I enjoy the view as I hear the leaves of the bush behind me rustle. A few flower petals of the Azalea fall to the ground, only to rot and fall apart in the future.

I hear some whispers and footsteps as I realize that someone must be in there. I watch curiously and wait to see the idiot that force's themselves into a bush.

My heart sinks as the person that exits the bush is not any idiot.

It's my idiot.

The idiot who I'll have to marry one day.

Graham steps out of the bush.

My question to why he'd do that answers itself as Daphne steps out from behind him. Her lips are swollen, her hair is a mess and her tie is undone.

My stomach drops as my eyes meet his widened one.

He didn't expect to see me here.

I knew from the very start that Graham had a thing for Daphne, or at least her body.

He kept annoying me with stupid rules to stay away from other boys since he didn't want a "whore" as a girlfriend and now he's the one shagging around.

A pathetic excuse of a man.

I stand in front of them and my eyes don't leave Grahams.

I fall silent.

No word escapes my lips.

"Well...I think I'll get going. See you later, Graham." Says Daphne before she leaves.

I don't have to spare her a single glance in order to know that a smirk is plastered across her face.

"Listen, Amara." Graham starts as he steps closer.

"Deep down you knew this would happen. So don't make it a big deal. I appreciate your...helping hand last night, but it' just not the same when someone unattractive does it." He says as he looks at me from the top of my head down to the tip of my shoes.

"I need this from time to time." Graham expresses as he looks over to Daphne who is already far away from us.

"What about my needs?" I suddenly ask as my eyes fall to the ground.

"What?"  Graham questions.

I didn't even realize that my question came out as a whisper.

I feel like a bug in front of him.

A bug that he intends to squish.

"My needs. What about my needs?" I raise my voice a bit more as my eyes lift up to meet his.

Graham chuckles.

"The only need you'll feel is the one to please me in order to not get the shit slapped out of you. You don't get nice things, Amara. It doesn't work like that. Not for you."

Tears build up in my eyes as I freeze. But I don't pull a face. My eyes never leave his. I just stare at him blankly as I let him walk over me.

"I'll sleep at Daphnes dorm room tonight." He steps even closer to me and his face eyes start to burn up with anger.

"You are dead if you tell anyone about this. No one hears your scream, Amara. No one. Not your 'family'-" Graham chuckles as he says the word in a mocking voice "-and not your friends. If you have some anyone, I honestly don't know since Pansy and the others constantly joke about you when you're gone."

Graham steps a few steps backwards but his eyes never leave mine.

A disgusting grin is plastered on his face.

He steps away as he wants to leave but stops in his tracks as he turns back to my fragile figure one last time.

"Oh and don't attend dinner later. Nobody intends to see you there."

And with that he's gone.

I feel a few tears roll down my cheek.

Trapped.

That's what I am.

Trapped in order to please others.

I walk back to my dorm room in a fast pace.

I just want to lock myself up inside.

I enter the Slytherin common room and make my way to the stairs of the girl dormitories.

The first thing I spot as I approach the stairs is a girl leaning against the banister as no other than Draco Malfoy stands rather close to her.

I swallow the knot that tangle's itself up inside of me.

His eyes meet my red ones and I freeze for a few seconds.

"We are quite busy here, Caddel."  Is the only thing he has to say.

I pass the two of them with a few bigger and faster steps and try to stop my tears from escaping my eyes.

I enter my dorm and slam the door shut.

The only thing that I intend to do is sleep.

It's 5pm but I want nothing else than sleep.

Maybe I dream of an universe that doesn't curse me.

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My eyes open and it takes me a minute to realize why it's dark outside.

It doesn't take me long to realize that I went to bed terrible early.

Now I am awake.

It's 1AM and I feel my head pound.

I groan as I sit up and look my empty dorm.

Memories of me and Pansy getting ready for parties crash my mind.

Memories of Blaise and Adrian pulling a prank on pansy and switching all her Slytherin ties to hufflepuff omes when she dated that one weirdo.

Memories of Grahams and my first kiss.

Where I still thought it's real.

I get up and leave my dorm room in order to escape my thoughts for a bit.

My feet carry me to the Slytherin common room.

I sit down on the big sofa that is places in front of the fire place.

I curl up in a ball and stare into the orange flames that rise up from time to time.

I feel myself shiver as I realize that it's colder than I thought it would be down here.

My head can't even process my feeling of freezing as I suddenly feel a blanket get thrown over my shoulder.

My head turns and my eyes roll back as I see Draco.

He walks around the sofa and sits down in the armchair next to me, surely keeping his distance.

"Can't sleep?" The blonde asks.

I grow annoyed by his weird behavior.

"Already slept a few hours earlier. What about you?- Is your little fangirl keeping you up?" I say in an annoyed voice as I refer to the girl earlier.

"She is. In fact, she sits right in front of me."  Draco says as a dumb smirk washes over his face.

I scoff.

"Look, Malfoy. I'm not in the mood for your stupid mind fucks. So get lost."

Silence.

"Are you in the mood for a drink?"

Huh?

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Ep 7 @whoblewboobear

notes for like half this ep were erased bc god hates me so unfortunately you will only get the second half liveblogged

Ok so Daphne is at the girls party drinking and gambling good for her

Honestly I should be surprised they got married too early in the season to not have this conflict I'm almost afraid they won't solve it in just the last ep but these bad boys are so fast paced

God I'm so bad at faces, is Anthony mooning over Sienna or just some girl that reminds him or her I thought she left town

Kitty's husband sucks <3

Anthony why would you drink a beer why you could drink literally anything else

Anthony going for his dad?? And Simon got vicious back and now they are straight up hitting each other in their little Club

Simon you can't fucking lie about how you got that injury her brother was there and got the same ones, you can't think she won't know

She wants to tend to his injuries and he's letting her, gay

And now they are kissing who could have foreseen this

Oh? A conversation perhaps? Holy shit

Oh noo she's not happy with his answer

Guys the door is still wide open, you are supposed to close it for both fighting and fucking btw in case you guy didn't know

Love her going "do you hate your dad more than you love me?"

Good thing she's regular on her period I suppose

Man how heavy are your guys periods that it always stains the sheets like maybe it's just your dress yknow

Eloise and Penelope friendship back!! I know she likes Colin but this could be a cute ship

Do not love how Eloise's hair is done up tonight

Daphne babe are you pregnant or not tell us

Benedict is interrogating the gay man from earlier

Eloise is shocked that the queen wants to stop Lady Whistedown from writing

Oo what is Marina doing

Sorry him knocking on the carriage and asking to make a stop means the carriage driver hears fucking everything that goes on inside those carriages

Oo Benedicts friend is the tailor

Eloise is having a realization..

Ok that for sure is Sienna Anthony is looking at

Marina is grabbing Dandelion, dried something and something else to make a tea maybe Ye Olde Abortion Tea?

Ah Simon and Daphne holding hands

What's she gasping sharply about

Oo Penelope going to see Marina but she's in the kitchen OH SHIT SHES ON THE FLOOR OF HER ROOM dead or unconscious

Girlie started her period?? Is it too early to have a miscarriage I don't know how that works but she's sobbing

[darkpoisonouslove]

For the fic ask!

🤩a WIP snippet about or with dialogue from Valtor

😔published lines or a section of a fic that was super sad, angsty, or difficult to write?

🤩a WIP snippet about or with dialogue from Valtor

Well, I swore I'd never post this and now here I am. *sigh* This WiP has given me perpetual brainrot and I am weak.

Betrayal. It was all that was left in her world. One after another, her life had turned into a series of betrayals. Her crown had betrayed her with the promise of power it did not hold. Her husband had betrayed her for another woman. Her own dignity and self-control had betrayed her to a sight she’d confidently refused to dread.

“And to think the only thing I had to do to make my wife enjoy herself was sit her in a chair where she could watch me fuck the woman I love,” Valtor’s voice made it through all the raw sexual energy suffocating the room.

There was that word again. Love. That was what Valtor had told her. His commitment to her meant nothing all because the royal librarian had stolen his heart. Amongst other things. He might have given Samara a ring and a crown but he’d given his love to Griffin. Amongst other things.

“Excuse me?” Her nails dug in the expensive silk of her dress.

It was no matter. He’d buy her another one if she tore it to shreds. He’d buy her anything – fabrics and jewels finer than the librarian had ever seen in her life. Not that she needed clothes or trinkets when she had his lust and his heart.

Samara didn’t need replacements either. A tasteless affair would never leave visible traces on her appearance.

“Your thighs are squeezed together, your breath hitches just barely and your pupils are dilated enough for me to make it out all the way from the bed,” Valtor's words slapped her in the face harder than he was clutching at his toy. She couldn’t draw enough air to dispute his insanity even if her decorum allowed her. “You’re aroused. Tell her, Griffin,” his hand tugged on the purple hair to direct his mistress’ gaze to her.

Griffin moaned like her life depended on it. She barely looked at Samara, as usual. She kept her eyes to herself – not out of humility or decency. If that were the case, she’d stifle her voice too. The entire palace could hear her making obvious the disrespect she and Valtor held for Samara. One more reason for Samara to hate her and stagger when the feeling wasn’t there.

😔published lines or a section of a fic that was super sad, angsty, or difficult to write?

They're shorter so I'll give you two, both from Smolder:

"She hadn’t had the will to leave the prison she’d called home before Oritel’s warmth had overwhelmed that of her inner flames. She hadn’t had the power to protect Oritel from the dark magic twisting his own until it’d frozen in his veins and killed him. She hadn’t had the heart to leave Daphne’s side and incinerate his murderer lest her daughter figured out that her presence didn’t amount to much more than her absence did. Her mother had seized the opportunity to take over Daphne’s schedule and life when Marion hadn’t had the presence of mind to care for her own child. She didn’t even have the voice to speak up and reassert herself as the only parent Daphne had left."

This was hard to write both emotionally and from a technical aspect. I think you can tell why it was so heartbreaking to put it together but, honestly, wording this almost killed me. For one simple reason - I don't have a name yet picked out for Marion's mother and I didn't want to bother with it but that left me maneuvering with the words "mother" and "daughter". It's still a little messy for my liking but I think it's comprehensive, at least.

And the other snippet:

"The liquid inside the chalice was blue – the color of a flame burning too hot, ready to reduce her insides to cinders. The light coming from the cresset glimmered on the surface like a flickering sun blinding Marion. She couldn���t tell if her fingers would brush cold metal or colder magic but running away was not an option. She had to pass this test, had to come out on the other side despite feeling like a small speck of ash drowning into the sea of a potion held up against her."

Again, wrestling this into words was a struggle. Especially the last sentence. I don't know, I don't think I really had a very good idea of what I was trying to accomplish with this at first and that led to getting tangled into several different threads that I could follow with it. At the same time, I somehow had a very specific vision of it (the part with the liquid reflecting light mostly) and that added to the hardships because I had to mold my stray thoughts into a particular shape. I am more satisfied with how this one turned out, though!

[sophsun1]

Okay this discussion of the cancer arc has me thinking - what is the arc (or even single plot point) you feel CowLip did the greatest disservice with and how would you want to see it changed?

Hey!

I guess I would easily have to go with the pink posse arc because it was a powerful and deserved storyline for Justin but the execution was dreadful.

They spent nearly a third of the season on it and Cowlip woefully misused it. They even made Randy cut his beautiful hair for this mess *sobs* THE AUDACITY.

I guess they were aiming for Justin suffering from PTSD and instead of treating it sensitively and taking the time to show how badly it affected him they instead went with the crazy, high action option. Justin expressing his trauma from a violent crime by running around instigating fights with strangers! Starting fights with Brian! With guns and violence!

I honestly have no idea what was going on in the writers room because the foundation for this story was *there*. Putting aside the fact they came back to it three seasons later.

This could have been saved with some simple tweaks -

Sprinkling in some mentions of Justin's PTSD in S3, nothing major just alluding to him not getting enough sleep because he's been suffering with the odd nightmare. So it doesn't come off as being out of the blue as it was revisited after so long. Have Ethan ask about his time at high school which triggers memories of prom, or having to go to the doctor because of issues with his hand. Anything. We had that great line in 2x15 when Michael mentions using Justin's experience in the comic and Justin is happy to as he wants to talk about what happened but no one else does. Expand on that - who doesn't want to/why don't they? Brian maybe???

Exploring Britin's joint trauma over prom as each time Justin mentions Hobbs or the attack on Darren bringing back memories and his guilt over not doing anything in regards to his own, Brian's go to response is to tell Justin to not think about it or that he thought he had put it behind him. Which is of course Brian's way of coping with his own continued lingering guilt over not saving him. We get a throwaway line in 2x03 after the previous episode where the bloodied scarf is discarded and Justin let's him know he's not to blame. Emmett says "you saved Justin's life" and Brian responds "I didn't do anything." It's clear they both have some ghosts haunting them, thereby opening the goddamn door for an actual discussion about the ongoing ramifications of a violent crime never fully leaving you.

For example, Justin could let loose saying that for someone who is the world's biggest heterophobe you're all words and no action. Of course you'd tell me to forget about it the way you did about me when I was in hospital considering you never visited *boom* cue deep heartfelt talks about Brian's guilt and that he doesn't want the same thing happening again re Cody and guns being involved. Possibly Justin and Jennifer expanding on her fears (giving me Team Jen and Brian worrying) Justin finally going. to. therapy!

The most insane part of this story being zero follow up or reaction post conclusion. None. Nothing. Nada. It was like it never happened. Give the audience the odd casual scene of Justin mentioning some coping techniques, Brian dropping him off at an appointment, Daphne asking how he's doing etc. Something meaningful showing that he's starting to heal especially as he went into the role of support for Brian's cancer immediately after this!

[wildissylupus]

End Game Romantic Relationships

Hi, let's get into what my endgame relationships are for my Rewrite, how I change them, how they develop and why I chose them.

Before we get into any of the ships, the first thing I'm going to say is that none of the main five end up with each other. Meaning no Ronmione. The reason for this is because I wanted all the main five to end up with someone outside of the main friend group to me it makes more sense with what I have planned. Now let's get into the ships;

Hinny - Harry x Ginny

I kept these two being canon because I think the concept of they're love story is cute. I also am doing a rewrite of Cursed Child and I need the kids to exist. Seriously though I think these two would be good for each other and I'm going to lead up to them more. I basically make Harry have a crush on her as well so they're relationship is just mutual pining for awhile until Ginny has had enough and asks Harry out near the end of the fifth book.

Fremione - Fred x Hermione

Honestly considering the canon of the Cursed Child, I think Fred and Hermione are a better couple. Especially since Fred has always gotten along with Hermione. I think they're a better example of "opposites attract". Fred and Hermione get together in the fourth book after Hermione dumps Krum. They're relationship is more of a secret though cause of Molly's behaviour scared Hermione. The first people that were told were George, Neville and Percy.

Nuna - Neville x Luna

One, how could I not? Two, they deserved better. Neville and Luna flirt with each other and are the type of couple that are just "they were dating before it was official", they do become official after book five. Neville asks if she'd be his girlfriend and she responds with "I thought we were already dating?"

Blairon - Blaise x Ron

I needed to include ONE main Slytherin x Gryffindor ship in here. I specifically chose this one because it fits with the arc I have planned for Ron. Ron is very clique in my version of the story, often being hostile towards people who try and befriend his friends, especially Slytherins so him going from that to dating a Slytherin I think fits. There is also an arch for him being afraid to be a disappointment to his family and I think him dating Blaise would be a good ending to that arc as well. They start liking each other during they're time in Dumbledore's army, Blaise is the first one to flirt, he also invites Ron to Slughorn's party. They don't get together until after Hogwarts.

Drastoria - Draco x Astoria

Childhood Friends-Enemies-Friends-Lovers. That's it. Draco has always loved Astoria, he thought his crush on her went away but when they met again at Hogwarts it came back full force. Astoria took a while to start liking Draco, it only really happening it the seventh book. Astoria and Draco start being friends again during the fifth book, they get together during Astoria's last year at Hogwarts.

Some other ships that are going to be canon:

Sirius x Remus

Mary x Emmeline

Dorcus x Marlene

Peter x Sibill

Dumbledore x Grindelwald

Pansy x Daphne

Fleur x Tonks (One-sided)

Fleur x Bill

Bellatrix x Rita Skeeter

George x Angelina

(They're might be more added as I write the story but those are the main ones)

[mydarllinglover]

SafeHouse || Fourteen

Previous

"Oh, uh, he was just asking if I had a date" I said

"why? what did you say?" Draco asked me, turning his head quickly, to look at me.

"The truth, that I didn't, then he said the weirdest thing"

"What, ask you out to the ball and you said no?" Theo mocked

"No. He's going with Tracey Davis, He said that him and some others thought that I was dating one of you three! Who the hell in their right mind would think that!" I demanded

"Yeah, who would ever think that...ridiculous" Draco said quietly

"I know right, like you could actually get anyone with that face" Theo teased

"leave me alone, I've gone through enough today, I had to dance with Snape" I shivered making the guys burst into a fit of laughter at the memory. "Quit laughing! Its not funny- its traumatising!" I glared at them.

"I- I'm so s-sorry, its just soo ahh god" Theo said through laughs, wiping away a tear.

"Why were you late?" Draco asked

"I got lost" I shrugged

"You've been at this school for over a year, how did you get lost? How hard is it to find the Great Hall?" Theo said, blinking rapidly.

"I think we should leave the Hall now, I'm tired" I yawned and stood up to leave

"She's avoiding the question, but why?" I heard Theo say to them before standing up as well.

Walking out the Hall I saw Ron and friends walking up to the stairs

"Oi! Ron!" I called to him, He stopped, turning to see me

"Keira! Guess what, the best thing happened" Harry rushed to say

"What's up?" I asked

"Ron had to dance with McGonagall in dance lessons" He wheezed

"Merlin's beard, that is so embarrassing, did you twirl her like a gentleman?" I laughed

"What like Snape twirled you" Theo said from behind me, making me freeze

"Shut up Nott!" I barked at him

"What?!" Ron roared with laughter "You danced with Snape, that is so much worse!"

"Shut up, Ron its not funny!" I glared at him

"Yes it is! Wait till the others hear of this"

"Don't tell Fred and George, They'll never let it down!"

"I know, thats why I will, so they forget about me" He smirked

"I hate you so much, anyway, you got a date yet?"

"No, you ?" He asked

"No-"

"Hey, Keira Weasley? I was wondering if you-" A Hufflepuff boy in Sixth year started

"Can you see that we're talking here? Bugger off!" Ron told them "You were saying?"

"No, I don't either, why don't you just take Hermione" I suggested

"Can't, "apparently" she has a date" Ron rolled his eyes

"Excuse me, Ronald! I Do have a date!" She told him, huffing

"Oh really? tell me who it is then" Ron told her, Harry stood between them looking awkward

"You're joking!" Draco said "You're not telling me someone's asked that to the ball?"

"What, Jealous you couldn't ask Her? I would be honoured to take Hermione to the ball, You know what Rita wrote about her, I'm mad someone got there before I could" I said

"What! No, I'm anything but jealous" Draco said, I caught the light pink blush seeping through his pale face

"shut up then, You make it so hard to be friends with, Honestly" I rolled my eyes "I'll see you later" I waved to the trio before walking back to Theo, Blaise and a pissed off-looking Draco.

"Wait, do you guys have dates?" I asked when we neared the Slytherin Common room

"Draco does" Theo stifled a laugh "Don't ya mate"

"Shut up" Draco snapped, glaring daggers at him

"Who?!" I asked eagerly

"Parkinson, asked her whilst they were dancing" Blaise smirked

"What about you, Blaise, Theo?"

"I'm going with the ever so lovely, Daphne Greengrass" Theo grinned

"My dance partner had a date, your dance partner" Blaise shrugged

"Wait! I know" I said

"What?" Blaise looked at me quizzically

"Why don't we just go together? We both don't have dates"

"Yeah because you practically turned half the school down" Theo muttered

"sure, why not" Blaise smiled at me "Be my date, Weasley?"

"Why of course Zabini" I curtsied.

•

Christmas day was finally here, Jumping out of bed, I grabbed the pile of presents, For me but also the ones I planned to give to the three and rushed for their dorm.

"Christmas!" I yelled to wake them up when I burst in, Causing Theo to fall off his bed

"Shut up, Weasley!" Draco groaned, rolling over

"What time is it?" Blaise asked

"Early, wake up!" I said

"Keira! What the hell, you scared the shit out of me"  Theo shouted at me

"Okay, I have presents!" I said with the extra sparkle of jazz hands

"When did you get them? We're always with you" Blaise asked

"Guess not, This one for Blaise, this one for Draco" I dropped his presents on his bed before shoving him to wake him up "And this one for Theo, Hurry up and open the small one's first!" I said "Draco, wake up or God help me, I'll hex you so bad"

"Fine! I'm awake!" he huffed before reaching for the presents

"What the hell" Theo stared at the Silver chain necklace I had got him

"Hm, I got a bracelet" Blaise smiled at the Silver bracelet.

"I got a ring" Draco looked at the Black Ring

"Are these...Friendship bracelets, rings, necklaces?" Theo asked, looking up at me

"No. we're not that close, Just open the other presents" I gestured at the other presents

"Okaaay, I see what's going on" Blaise said after open his smokey green coloured notebook. Draco had opened his forest green notebook and Theo had juniper green.

"Just shut up, last ones" 

"Hey! I got you these for Christmas last year" Theo said after opening his presents contains his favourite sweet filled socks.

"D'you wanna explain, Weasley?" Draco asked

"Well after not telling me about the presents last year I decided to get my own back and get you guys contrasting, now we are all equal and I wanted to get you all different things and things that I thought would suit you more, Theo you look like a chains guy- no, not in that way- stop it! But Draco, you are definitely a ring sort of guy and Blaise has nice wrists"

"I have nice wrists?" Blaise asked

"Yes, now let me open my stuff then we can go breakfast" I said, grabbing the present from mum "Open yours" I waved them off to their own piles from their families.

"What is that?" Draco looked at my jumper, dropping a present from Narcissa

"My mum made it, It's her thing, One bad word And I will take it all back" I glared at him, slipping the green jumper over my head.

"You can't do that, It's mine now" He told me, fiddling with the ring on his finger.

"Mince pie? Mum makes them, they are just the best!" I offered the large pile

"Your mum sounds amazing" Theo sighed, diving in

"She is, You'll definitely have to meet her one day" I said

"I want one" Blaise said reaching for the pile.

"Breakfast time" Theo clapped his hands together

"Hang on, I need to get my siblings presents from my dorm" I jumped up to leave

"Why didn't you just send them?" Draco asked

"Because I like to hand deliver gifts, I feel it makes it more special and personal and everyone's actually here this year and no one's mad at each other, I'll meet you in the Hall." Then I walked off.

•

"Merry Christmas!" I Cheered to The Gryffindors "I have presents"  I dropped one first in front of Fred then George, Ron, Hermione, Harry and Ginny.

"Oi, Do I get one Weasley?" Seamus shouted over the table

"Do I know you?" I faked confusion, the key to pissing a guy off was pretending they are irrelevant to you which he sort of was.

"Shove off Finnegan" Ron told him

"So, you all got dates?" I asked my brothers

"Yeah, you know Angelina, wicked Chaser" Fred gestured to the beautiful dark skinned girl In Gryffindor "Even Ginny managed to get a date, Didn't you Ginerva?" I turned to See Ginny quickly who's face turned to match her hair

"Who?!" I asked her

"Neville Is taking her" Ron rolled his eyes

"Awe, Gin thats great, now you can come to the ball with us, George, who you taking?"

"Well, It was between Katie and Alicia, so of course I took Lee" George grinned at his best mate

"I love you baby" Lee cooed

"Marry me sweetheart?" George asked

"What about you two?" I asked Harry and Ron

"Yes actually, Twins" Ron said

"I'm taking Parvati" Harry Said looking nervously at the girl giggling with Lavender Brown

"Ron's taking my Twin sister, Padma from ravenclaw, do you know her?" She asked me

"No" I flatly before turning back to the guys "good for you guys, Hermione decided to crack yet?"

"Nope" Ron rolled his eyes "What about you?"

"Oh, I have a date, We all know him, We all love him, and he is quite dashing, I give you... Blaise Zabini"I pointed at the Slytherin table, who coincidentally him, Theo and Draco were already staring in our direction

"I beg to differ about us liking him" Ron grumbled.

"You're taking Zabini?!" Parvati asked me "He is so fit!" She squealed to Lavender

"Isn't he just" She squealed back, I felt like something was drilling into my brain at the horrendous noise

"See you guys later" I waved to my friends and family before leaving to my table to have some breakfast

"That took forever" Theo groaned when I sat down

"Thats what she sai- Sorry" I stopped myself

"Why were you pointing at us? what were you talking about?" Draco asked

"They were just asking who my date to the stupid ball was" I shrugged, biting into a piece of toast "Oh, Blaise, you have quite the admirers in Gryffindor" I giggled

"Ew, don't make me sick, I cant tolerate them with their stupid hero complex" Blaise rolled his eyes.

"Literally my whole family are Gryffindor" I blinked

"Well you don't see us hanging out with red and gold, do you?" Theo said

"Point taken" I nodded. 

•

After sitting around the fire in the common room, lazying about and eating sweets, we were back in the Great hall having lunch.

"If you both have dates, does that mean it's just me and Blaise tonight?" I asked Theo and Draco

"Why don't the six of us just stick together" Theo said

"because I'd rather not spend my time with Parkinson thanks, No offence Malfoy, And I don't really know Daphne" I shrugged

"But you share a dorm with her" Blaise said

"Do you see me ever talking to her and the other girls? I only sleep in there, the rest of the time I'm with you dickheads" I said

"Alright, calm down on the name calling" Theo told me, feigning hurt.

"Keira!" Fred called, him and George walking over

"What do you both want?" I asked

"Why do you assume we want something?" George asked "Zabini"

"We hear you're taking our Sister to the ball" Fred said

"Yeah I am" Blaise answered

"Is he a better dancer than Snape?" Fred asked me, wiggling his eyebrows

"He told you" I whined "I'm going to kill him"

"Ah ah ah, Save that anger dear sister" George told me, before him and Fred looped their arms through mine to pull me up

"What, where are we going?" I asked them

"We need another person to make it even" Fred said "Bye Sssslytherins"

Turns out they had brought me into their snowball fight.

I was the Sixth player, the other five being Fred, George, Ron, Ginny and Harry. Hermione chose to sit out.

I as well as the others was covered in snow, I could barely feel my fingers when Hermione had said she needed to go and get ready for the ball at Five O'clock.

"What, you need three hours?" Ron had asked, stopping what he was doing to look at her, Giving George the perfect shot to throw a large snowball at the side of his head. "Who're you going with?" He yelled after her

"You do like to make your jealously seen, don't you Ron" I laughed, throwing another snowball at his back

"Shut up, Keira, I'm not jealous, I just want to know who he is" He glared

I had decided to leave half an hour after Hermione to get ready.

•

Walking into my dorm, I was surprised to see The other Girls in there, Davis, Greengrass, Parkinson and Bulstrode were all putting on their dresses and styling their hair.

"Hey, Keira!" Greengrass greeted me

"H-hi" I waved to her.

"So who are you going with to the ball then?" Davis asked, grinning as she continued to braid her hair

"Oh, I'm going with Blaise, we both didn't have dates" I shrugged

"lucky, I couldn't find anyone" Bulstrode sighed

"I wonder why, Millie" Parkinson rolled her eyes "I of course am going with Draco, after all, we are destined for each other" She jutted her chin out, grinning.

"Keira, you're close with Theo, do you think he will like this dress, the colour?" Greengrass asked, Gesturing to her dress

"It looks wonderful, as do you, I'm sure he will love it" I smiled before walking to my bed to get ready, Pulling my dress out

"Woah, that's beautiful, where'd you get it?" Davis stared at my dress

"Uh- I don't know, It was a gift with no name" I shrugged before slipping it on.

"Well it couldn't of been your family, Salazar know's they would never be able to afford anything as nice as that" Parkinson said

"I don't know whether to take that as an insult to my family or a compliment to my dress?" I said honestly, whilst curling my hair with my wand, a spell I had learned in a book Hermione had told me about.

"We should take a picture!" Greengrass had said gleefully.

"I can take it for you, If you want" I offered as she held up her camera

"Oh, thank you so much, girls come on" She waved them over to pose, Parkinson tried acting as though she were a model, pulling the most ridiculous faces. Bullstrode blushed as she stood behind the other three girls.

"Smile" I said before clicking the camera a few times, during the first one Davis had told a joke, making the other girls laugh.

"Brilliant, you all look amazing" I said, handing the camera back

"Wait! Trace, we should do Keira's make up and, your hair looks so nice curled, but what if you grabbed two strands and did- look I'll show you" Greengrass said as her and Davis walked over to my bed. Greengrass did as she was saying, Picking up strands of my hair to twirl and pull together at the back of my head, whilst Tracey made work of Adding blush and light colours of pink, matching my dress on my eyelids

"Did you receive shoe's with that dress?" Parkinson asked me, my eyes going wide

"No, I completely forgot to even think about that!" I said "I was gonna wear my trainers to be honest"

"Lucky for you, Mother sent me a collection to choose from, and I think I have just the pair to go with your dress" She said, catching me off guard.

"Don't act so surprised, Keira" Davis laughed "We're not as bad as your brother and his friends like to say" I caught the blush on Parkinson's cheeks as Davis mentioned my brother. Weird.

"Yeah, so you don't need to avoid us you know" Greengrass said "Although we are aware on how close you are with the Three leaders of forth year Slytherin"

"The what?" I let out a laugh

"You know, they practically rule our year, house and below, Just wait until we're in seventh year, they all come from the wealthiest and most influential families, haven't you noticed how everyone looks up to them and follow their lead"

"No, I just see them as the three weirdo's I decide to spend my time with, they're more annoying then anything" I shrugged

"Awe, You're so gorgeous, I love your necklace, Keira" Daphne said, taking a look at me and admiring my snake pendent when she finished "You and Your little sister are just angels"

"What?" I laughed

"Guess it make's up for your eleven brother's" Pansy rolled her eyes

"I have six brothers" I corrected

"Hey, have you seen the twins in sixth year, My oh My, they're funny and have the looks" Tracey said, making the others laugh.

"We need more Pictures" Daphne said reaching for her camera once again "Keira, come and get in it" She said

"But who's going to take it?" I asked

"Come on, Weasley, Did you forget we are literally attending Hogwarts, school of witchcraft and wizardry? We have magic" Pansy said, waving her wand

"Oh, right, yeah" clumsily walking over in the heels pansy had lent me.

"Ready?" Daphne said before clicking the camera. And we all smiled at the camera before Tracey made us crack up once again.

I guess the Slytherin Girls weren't all that bad.

After the pictures, I had slipped out to go see the guys.

Knocking on the door just in case they were changing.

"Who is it?" Theo yelled through the door

"Theo, my ears!" I heard Draco shout at him

"It's me, who else would want to see you gits!" I said

"Come in, Keira" Blaise said.

I pushed the door open and walked in. Draco and Theo stopped their bickering and the three of them just stared

"What? do I look ridiculous- quit staring at me!" I told them

"Woah!" Theo said

"Shut up!" I blushed furiously "You lot don't look so bad yourselves" I admired them in their dress robes, they all wore black. I walked in the room, slipping a few times on the ruddy shoes

"Are you wearing heels?" Draco asked as he caught my arm before I could break my ankle

"Yes. Pansy let me borrow them, and I am beginning to regret it" I bit

"Hey, at least you're not so short" Theo joked

"Sorry, we can't all be lanky string beans like you, Nott" I glared at him.

"Pansy, huh, and what happened to you not tolerating any of them" Blaise chuckled

"That's before they helped me get ready" I said "Are you all quite done with the Ridiculous questions, Blaise, shall we go?" I asked him

"I would love to" He bowed jokingly before looping his arm around mine, Draco letting go of me

"Please don't let me fall and embarrass myself" I looked up to him with a pleading look.

"Of course not" He smiled warmly.

"Oh, the girls look amazing, Be nice to them!" I glared at the other two.

"Since when did she start caring" Theo said to Draco, rolling his eyes before following us.

"Where did you sneak off to" Tracey laughed when we met her and the other girls in the common room

"Went to see the guys" I said, letting go of Blaise's arm to join them "Hey, Miles" I greeted the boy holding Tracey's hand

"Hi, Keira, nice to see you again"

"I want to get some more pictures!" Daphne exclaimed, using Engorgio on her camera which she had slipped into a tiny bag on her shoulder

"Come on, Daph, I think we have already taken enough" Pansy rolled her eyes

"No, I want to get a picture of the four of you" She said, nodding at Theo, Blaise, Draco and I "After all, you do spend all your time together"

"Oh, I don't know, shouldn't we be leaving for the ball?" I said

"No, we still have a while, its either this or waiting in the entrance hall" Miles unhelpfully said

"Come on, Weasley, the camera won't hex you" Theo said before pulling me in so I being the shortest was in the middle of Blaise and Draco, and Theo being the tallest was stood behind me, his arms slung around Blaise and Draco. Blaise had an arm around my shoulders whilst Draco opted around my waist.

Daphne clicked a few, when we had made different facial expressions and relaxed more.

"Amazing, I'll get them all to each of you soon" She said.

"You can't walk in heels, can you?" Pansy asked me when I stumbled away from the guys

I blushed profusely, before shaking my head "No"

"That's okay, we can help you" Daphne said "Look, come over here and we can teach you, right, Pan?"

"Yes, I don't want Weasley embarrassing us" She rolled her eyes, before they led me to the sofa's

"Look, most of it is with confidence" Daphne explained

"And you want to use your hips for balance, switching the weight from side to side" Pansy said "Like this" And she instructed, walking around the sofa.

"Okay, that seems simple enough" I said before trying to do what they showed me 

"There you go!" Daphne cheered "You're a natural"

"Practise, Weasley" Pansy said.

"Are we ready to go, Ladies?" Theo asked

"Hey, Theo" Daphne said to him, smiling widely.

"Daphne, you look nice by the way" He told her

"Is it bad that I'm exhausted already?" I whispered to Blaise, making him chuckle

"We're all used to such events, With our families and stuff" Blaise said.

"really, when?" I asked

"Whenever you weren't staying over at one of our house's there was a ball, Draco didn't want you coming so He managed to convince Narcissa to plan them when you were with your family"

"I should be offended, but I'm secretly relieved?"

"Oh, don't worry, Narcissa adores you so she's already planned to have one when we get back from Hogwarts" He grinned

"Great..."

I was stood with the other five as we waited for the door's of the Great Hall to open

"There's Ron and Harry, I'm gonna go say hi" I told them, and they all scrunched their faces up at the mention of the duo.

But I ignored it and walked off to my Twin brother and his friend.

"Ron, Harry!" I said to them

"Hi!" Ron said grumpily before turning around to look at me, his jaw dropping "What?! Thats not fair! You got that whilst I got this?" He said , pointing at his dress robes

"It's not my fault, I don't even know who sent this to me" I said furrowing my brows

"H-hey, Keira, You L-look lovely" Harry said, blushing

"Cheers Haz, d'you know where Hermione is?" I asked

"No, We haven't seen her since she left at five" Ron rolled his eyes.

"What a delight you are, Ron, Cheer up before you ruin Padma's night, I best be getting back to my own date" I said before walking back to the group, Just before McGonagall called for the Champions

"Grumbling Gargoyles, Is that Hermione With Krum?!"  I asked

Next

[jake-amy]

Hi so first hopefully you don’t think this is too weird but you’re one of the main Gregory Bridgerton fan account on Twitter and I wanted to see if you had any thoughts on this:

In the first Smyth-Smith book, set in 1824, Gregory is in final year at Cambridge. He is said to be around same age as Honoria, who is 21. On the surface it makes perfect sense for a 21 year old to be in final year. However, Greg was born in 1801 and in TSPWL, also set in 1824, he says he is 23. Anthony was due to go to Oxford aged 18. Students typically went to university age 18 (sometimes as young as 15) for a period one to three years. Gregory would have had to leave Eton when he was 18 which was 1819. Furthermore, from OTWTTW we knew he went to Eton and Cambridge with Lord Haselby and Neville Berbrooke. The only explanations for are :

Greg and Neville did a two year grand tour before university and only overlapped with Haselby for one year or the pair of them spent 5 years in university. (Flaw: considering Greg’s allowance I doubt he could afford this and I also don’t think he liked Neville enough)

Completed undergraduate and postgraduate studies a lá Richard Abernathy. (Flaw: that only there’s a two year gap between G&R, they both went to Cambridge but they don’t know each other)

I need to re-read all the Bridgerton books for some more clues about Greg’s whereabouts but honestly, he is the sibling we probably know the least about from the books and this one timeline detail of education should be impossible to get wrong and yet here I am.

Don’t even get me started on Colin and Greg’s show!verse education or book!verse Lucy and Hermione finishing school and debut at twenty years old!

no i love this, this is so welcome! <3 <3 <3

– gregory really is the character whose whereabouts are a big question mark, there's just a bunch of hand-waved "oh, he's off doing such and such" until he needs to show up in TSPWL and IIHK. like he couldn't make the time to come home for his mother's birthday but he's supposedly at daphne's ball at the end of RMB. we need to launch a full-federal investigation.......

– maybe if we say greg is an early may baby we could say he's 22ish in "just like heaven" and the first halves of RMB/WHWW, and then turns 23? and then kate's house party in OTWTTW is later may, hence he'd already turned 26 by the time he meets lucy – i could see greg doing a grand tour, possibly! maybe a much, much more condensed version of what colin was doing. it's pushing believability a little since it's never mentioned AND colin is the one to suggest "you'll have to travel" right after gregory creates the scandal at lucy's wedding. neville.... i don't feel like he's someone who would've liked to be abroad for long and you're right that greg wouldn't have wanted to go with him fjkdslfj

– i think lucy says haselby is a decade her elder.... making him at least 30. if greg and neville are 26, maybe they overlapped that one year at cambridge, but that would mean they did have to start school in 1819 🤔 so then that rules out pre-university travel. unless of course haselby also delayed his studies. much to think about.

– i'm dead jfkdj it says something about richard electing to remain at school even when he didn't have to, and delaying having to take his place in society (i think he's only able to do this for a year though, since he's 22?). but i'm wondering if that's a possibility for either neville or greg to have done (it's not super plausible.... but maybe? 😭). though then that also doesn't make sense for greg to say his path never crossed with richard's at school, unless he meant they were there at the same time but didn't actually ever meet.

– headcanon for hermione (who's prospects hadn't yet been 'secured' the way lucy's were with haselby) is that she asked her family to send her to finishing school to delay her debut so she could keep up her correspondence with edmonds (also why was he encouraging a romance with a 16/17 girl? a discussion for another time....)

– lucy going to school worked out in everyone's favor, with her wanting to be somewhere where she could make friends and davenport wanting a "well-polished" wife for haselby, but it's also sad to think she loses out on having a season she realizes she would've actually enjoyed (so i like to hope that the period between her first and second wedding wasn't too bogged down with scandal, and that she got to have some fun)

– greg in the show not going school.... but we all know that's because they couldn't let the fan favorite character remain off-screen cmon now! (no but 😭 i'm assuming they want us to think his term ended before the start of season 2, and then he has tutors over his break) anyways this is a mess i feel like charlie day in that gif. thank you for sending this ask and i loved all the evidence and reasoning you put together! we WILL figure this out 😤

[ghostchasersmagazine]

🍿?🧍‍♂️?

Thanks for asking! Answers under the cut for length purposes.

🍿 - favorite movie?

Honestly, I don't feel strongly enough about any particular Scooby movie to say one is my overall favorite. There were a few that did come to mind when thinking of an answer though, so consider this an unranked top 5 of sorts with me giving a brief reasoning for why I like each of them.

I feel like I should mention Reluctant Werewolf first since that's the one I've posted about most on this blog. This movie has always been a fun one conceptually to me, the idea of a bunch of monsters getting together to race themed cars, and as you all have noticed, the monster characters are my favorite part of the movie. I've always found Shaggy and Googie's relationship to be perfectly serviceable, and I'm just a Scrappy fan in general so I like the movies with him in it.

Ghoul School is in a similar vein for me, being another one I've always conceptually liked with the idea of monsters going to school and how something mundane like that gets adapted to a spooky setting. This movie gets some points over Reluctant Werewolf for me though simply due to the nostalgia factor, as this was one of my favorites as a kid. I liked the running gag (if I'm remembering it correctly) of Shaggy and Scooby still being scared of everything monster-based despite everything being so friendly, and also Scrappy was there so points there.

Cyber Chase was another I watched a lot as a kid, and is my favorite of the late 90s/early 00s movies. I just had a lot of fun watching it, maybe because it wasn't as intense as the other three films given that it didn't have the heavy shadows those films did and the monster didn't look as intimidating to me. The different settings the gang went through for each level were creative and I always like the ending level with the gang meeting a version of their past selves.

Monsters Unleashed, the second live action movie, is another big nostalgic one for me. It was one I saw in theaters as a kid and would quote afterwards, and I always enjoyed more than the first one. I liked seeing the creative ways the monsters would be adapted into live action and pointing out all the references I noticed. I also just liked the premise of the movie, with all these different monsters coming together and the gang having to stop them all.

Finally, a brief shout-out to Alien Invaders for having the only romantic plot line in a Scooby movie I genuinely cared about as a kid (and possibly even now). I dunno if the writing was just that good or if I just liked Crystal's design that much, but it stuck with me.

🧍‍♂️- favorite version of each member of the Gang and why?

For Scooby, Shaggy, and Velma, I'm just going with a general "Classic 1970s version" answer, since those are the versions I'm most familiar with and how I imagine the characters in my head. A quick honorable mention goes to the 1980s Scooby though, since him being Uncle Scooby and his relationship with Scrappy is great.

I do have slightly more in-depth thoughts about which version of Fred and Daphne are my favorite, however:

Fred - Be Cool Fred. I once read someone describe Be Cool Fred as a blend between the quirkier modern versions of Fred and the version of him from the 1970s, and I think that's a perfect description of why I like him. As someone who is a fan of his 1970s version, I think him being the serious Leader Guy of the group is an important part of his character. Be Cool adapts this to its more comedic style by making Fred a Straight Man, the serious one to the sillier nature of his friends. Of course, where the humor comes in is he's just as silly as his friend but he takes everything very seriously expects everyone else to as well. Fred's character in the show is basically that mysteries are something that require the upmost attention and focus, and yes it IS important that he dresses as a Vegas performer while solving them.

Honorable mention goes to 1970s Fred, which as I mentioned I am a fan of. I do think Be Cool Fred is more entertaining overall, but the original Fred is closer to how I personally imagine him in my head.

Daphne - 1980s Daphne. In particular I'm thinking about The New Scooby and Scrappy Doo Show/The New Scooby Doo Mysteries version of her since I haven't seen 13 Ghosts yet. I feel like this version is a natural evolution of her character. Like the version from the 1970s she's still a curious person who wants to help people, but now she's been able to adapt that into a full career through being a reporter. The writers were able to put her into even more of a starring role without completely changing her character.

I also like how her being a leader in this version felt like something natural for her to do instead of trying to force her into being a Hashtag Girlboss about it. She is braver than Shaggy and Scooby but more level-headed than Scrappy, so she's in a way the glue that holds the group together during mysteries. It makes sense that due to her curious nature that she would want to take charge and investigate supposedly haunted houses and if Frankenstein's Monster really exists or not. It also makes sense that she'll want to stay with the friends she's made instead of leaving them behind, insisting that Scooby and Shaggy tag along despite their cowardly natures and encouraging Scrappy to use his excitement and high-energy for proper detective work. She's a good leader both in her own personal desire to achieve her goals and how well she works with others.

Honorable mention goes to Be Cool Daphne. I found her "interest of the week" to be a very funny gag and the decision to make her a comic relief character was a bold one that managed to pay off.

[apathyandmischief]

I haven't seen this done and it might be too niche, but I don't care and I want to do it so I am.

Burlesque Ask Game!

What's your stage name? What does it mean?

Lizzie Blaze. My middle name is Elizabeth and my partner's stage name ends with Blaze as well (based on his native name, Blazing Path) so I stole it lmao.

When did you make your debut?

October of 2019! I can't believe I'm headed up on five years doing this :')

Why do you do it?

For the rush, honestly. I grew up loving burlesque and old school pin up and always wanted to try it. It's such a heady, powerful feeling to command a stage. Also for all the shy girls who come up to me after my shows!! They're the best and like my reason to live!!!

Do you ever get stage fright?

I do! Nearly five years in and I still wonder what the fuck I'm doing every time I get on stage.

What's your pre-show ritual?

Panic, run through everything in my head, overthink, and if my sweet angel of a con bestie is there, get fed drinks 😭

First routine?

This is so fucking basic and everyone does this, but Jessica Rabbit 🥲

Last routine?

The last one I did was Miss Frizzle to Hot For Teacher. I loved it, the audience loved it, but my partner did not and kinda got upset with me over it (I went too far, in his opinion. He's a cishet man, so we've grappled with jealousy and internalized toxic masculinity. We both prefer I perform to a queer audience bc he's okay with me interacting with women and I prefer that anyway, but it's not always possible. We've worked it out though). Had a mini crisis and took a brief hiatus after that, but I'm back in it now.

Favorite routine?

That's such a toss up! I think either my Vegas showgirl inspired Vulpix routine to a custom mix of Bumps & Grinds by Sonny Lester and Fast Girls by Atom Smith, or my gay ass Daphne Blake routine to Crimson and Clover by Joan Jett (featuring Velma's sweater).

Dream routine?

God what I wouldn't give you have a femme partner to do gay routines with. I would LOVE to do a Loki and Mobius to Casual Affair by P!atD (I already have it choreographed) or a deeply dramatic and skillful Freddy and Nancy routine to the VCTRYS cover of Come To My Window. I also want to do a badass showgirl Oogie Boogie with a burlap blacklight costume that has a big ass bustle, break away corset with bugs, snake eye dice pasties, and a fuck all huge witch hat that has a roulette table underneath.

Favorite costume?

Definitely my Vulpix. I've already said it so much but it's just so showgirl! It's a gold corset, puff sleeve wrap top, open front bustle skirt, boa "tail", gold gloves, black stockings, red garter, and red strappy lingerie. After the aforementioned crisis though, I threw half of it away and I hate myself for it

Favorite prop?

I don't typically use props, but we have this magic act cane that like pops out (I'm so bad at explaining things jfc) that's super fun

Favorite reveal?

When I did a Grinch routine a while back, I had a pair of panties that said "I kissed Santa" 😈

Plain pasties or tassels?

I am not skilled with tassels 🥲

Upbeat or slow burn?

Usually I go for upbeat! But I do love a good slow burn sometimes

What's your style?

Definitely neo-burlesque, because I primarily do cosplay burlesque. But I love adding classic influence with big band jazz and sparkly outfits and classic inspired moves

Do you still/did you ever kitten?

I actually skipped that step in my burlesque journey? But I host and produce now, so I'll happily jump up and kitten for my cast whenever needed

Inspirations?

I really love Lavendelle, Ginger Valentine, and the Les Vixens troupe!

Best performer you know personally?

Her name is Peachy Sweets and she's the biggest sweetheart and worthy of so much love, she's just the best 🥲💖

Do you have a stage mom? Are you a stage mom?

I don't have one, but I've dragged so many people into my world and now I love playing stage mom behind the scenes!

Plug your next show! (If you're comfy sharing location based details)

I don't have specifics for the next one yet, but I run the burlesque shows at my local comic con and can always be found there!

[spongeaddict]

For the author asks: 28, 31, 37?

YAY thank you! :)

28: How do you deal with writing pressure (ie: pressure to update, negative comments, deadlines, etc)?

The great thing about being in such a niche community like the world of Scooby Doo fanfiction is that there's really not that much pressure! I have gotten a few comments in the past that say things like "please update," which honestly, makes me feel good. It says to me that people like what I'm writing and want more of it. I don't give myself hard deadlines unless I'm confident that I'll be able to keep it (you may remember in the past I would say "updates coming in the new year!" or "check back this spring for more info!" as a way to give myself some wiggle room.) As for negative comments, not everyone is going to like everything, and I know I can't please everyone. The negative comments will of course hurt my feelings, but that's why the positive comments are so great! If I'm feeling down about my writing, I can look back on other comments or reviews that have kind words. So make sure to tell your favorite writers that you like their work!

31: Of the characters you write for, which is your favorite? Has that choice been swayed at all by your followers/readers’ reactions to certain ones?

Of course I have a soft spot for everyone in the gang and there are certain things about writing for them all that I really do love and appreciate. I would say my favorite to write for though is Shaggy. I find his character so interesting. If he's so scared all the time, why does he still solve spooky mysteries with his friends? What motivates him to stay with the gang despite all that? I love exploring these questions through my fanfics. :) This isn't part of the question, but for a long time the hardest characters for me to write were Fred and Daphne and I have NO IDEA WHY. And EVERYBODY wants Fraphne content, so I had to learn how to write for them real fast. I think I'm much better at writing for them now than I was when I first started, and I like to challenge myself sometimes by writing scenes for them. So I guess that's how my writing has been swayed by readers' reactions! People said "GIVE US FRAPHNE!" and I tried my best to deliver. :)

37: Give an update on your current WIP - if you don’t have one, give a sneak peek to a title or idea that you have and would like to write.

I have the first drafts of chapters 1-10 written for my current WIP, "Scooby Doo and the Book of the Dead," and I'm currently working on chapter 11! I think I'm on track to write 18 chapters for this one, depending on how long or short the chapters end up being. I'll start posting on Wednesdays in September, so keep your eyes peeled for that! Also, if you're looking for content to consume in the meantime that might make your reading experience better, I would recommend watching (or re-watching) "Scooby Doo and the Witch's Ghost," and reading (or watching the film version of) the "Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark" books by Alvin Schwartz. Just a thought. ;)

Thanks for the questions! Keep the asks coming!!!

[slytherintragedy]

Every since they were young, it had always been Theodore for Daphne. She went to him for everything, he was the only one she wanted to spend her life with for the longest of times. And maybe that's why she hadn't really entertained the idea of dating, of finding someone to settle down with and start a family with til now. Which in a perfect world maybe she would have found everything she was longing for with him but this wasn't a perfect world, far from it so this was the one thing she couldn't do with him.. ❪ At least she didn't think so and that hurt more than she was willingly to admit. ❫ Besides if she was truly being honest with herself, she knew that the day would come that they couldn't do everything together. And surely he did too, right? She didn't know but that quickly pushed aside for a moment when she heard his words, causing her to scoff at him. ❝Well it's a good thing that it's not up to you to decide whose right for me or not. But I'm sure they'd all love to know that you don't find them good enough for me, that might be such a blow to their egos. Yet if none of them is good enough for me then who is cause I'd love to know.❞ Because if his own best mate wasn't good enough for her then who was?

The venom in his tone had her taken aback, she's witnessed that tone before but it was never truly directed towards her. So the fact that it was now, had her shifting farther away from him. She could tell that he was hurt and angry but she sincerely didn't understand why. ❝Are you bloody fucking serious mate? Have you completely forgotten I've know him for quite awhile? Sure maybe I haven't always been as close to him as you but life is full of unexpected surprises and things change. And while I don't know if I'm in love with him just yet, I do know he makes me happy and I genuinely can't wait to see where this goes.❞ She states candidly, definitely aware they've caught the attention of everyone now. But she's so transfixed on Theo that she just doesn't care if they're making everyone uncomfortable. More than aware of how far they are from each other, which was an odd feature but she refused to elaborate on it, not when she started the rift. Instead she's furrowing her eyebrows as her frown only deepens. ❝Are you in love with me Theo, truly and honestly in love with me?❞ There was slight venom in her words but she didn't appreciate feeling like she was some how in the wrong for dating Malfoy. And if there was a chance that the male could possible be in love with her then why now? After all he had several opportunities to tell her how he felt. Maybe they blurred a line every time they slept together, maybe he assumed they were a couple but surely he knew that they weren't, right? A soft tsk sound escaped her throat as she shook her head, maybe it was mistake. All of it was but it didn't feel that way, it felt like it was the only thing that was right. But now she didn't know, all she knew this was her first real fight with him and it was over her dating Draco.

Daphne was was beyond upset right now, hell she was bloody angry. Why? Because instead of being happy for her, her best friend made her feel like maybe she fucked up. And what's worse is that she could feel the tears forming in her eyes, yet she couldn't go to the one person she would've gone to if this was anyone else because it was Theo causing all of this. His words had her scuffing at the obvious bullshit of a lie cause clearly it was. ❝Right, no big deal. Expect it is, honestly MAYBE I should have decided to date some random git off the street then maybe my best friend wouldn't be acting like I wounded him.❞ The female remarked, her words were laced in venom now. Snickering at the fact the male couldn't even look at her but had the nerve to ask if she needed anything, what she needed was her best friend's shoulder to cry on but she couldn't have that right now so she simply shook her head. ❝Nothing that you can give me, so don't worry about it. Just go get yourself a drink.❞

maybe that was why theo had gotten so comfortable. daphne didn't date or like just anyone, and theo had gotten used to being her choice for everything. they'd default for each other for years. there was an assignment they needed a partner for? theo didn't even need to think twice before he was sitting beside daphne. there was a gala they needed to attend? they'd go together, no questions asked ( other than what colour daphne's dress would be, because they had to coordinate ). their friends had ran off with their respective partners? theo didn't even bat an eye, because he'd get to spend the entire night with daphne all to himself. it had always been theo and daphne. no one could find one without the other, and theo liked it that way. "that's exactly what i'm saying." theo doesn't add that the reason for his belief was because he thought he was the right person for her.

"how you feel for him?" theo repeats, his tone practically venomous. the bubbling hurt and anger was evident the more theo spoke, and he couldn't care less about how this outburst appeared to their friends. "you spend more than five minutes with the bloke, and suddenly you're in love?" theo knows that's not what she meant, but he's so confused and wounded that it truly felt like the biggest betrayal he's ever experienced. at daphne's next words, theo visibly flinches. he draws away from her completely, almost like her words had actually pushed him away. the prospect of them dating or theo being in love with her sounded so incredulous in her voice. it stung more than the news of his two best friends being together. "right, of course not." theo scoffs dejectedly. aside from drunken kisses and occasional one night stands ( their first time had successfully shifted their dynamic in the best way — it brought them even closer ), there had never been anything explicitly romantic between them... except, it seems, for theo. the male swallows hard, mouth suddenly very dry. it was one thing for daphne to be dating, it was a whole other thing that it was draco. his best friend knew ( albeit not extensively ) about theo's interest in daphne. of course, when they had talked about it, theo had been difficult and denied it ( admitting he had feelings for his best friend was never easy ), but he was certain it had been obvious regardless of what he said.

theo tears his gaze away from her, looking at anything but her as he downs the last of his drink. he was going to need another one immediately. "no, you're right. it's not a big deal." a bitter lie. he couldn't even look at her now. "i need another drink. do you need anything?"