#henry x violet

[oautincorrectquotes]

Henry: So, I heard you like bad boys?

Violet: Not really.

Henry: Oh, thank god.

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I don't know your methodology so I don't know how hard it is to compile the data... but would it be possible to compile the top f/f and m/m ships for the Bridgerton show? I have trouble telling just by looking through because a) there are a lot of ships that are from the crossover media, not from Bridgerton, and b) a lot of them have MANY ships on one fic. However if this would be really hard I would love to see just the top ships for Eloise Bridgerton!

This is self-made. Date: 27.07.2024

@zorilleerrant Okay, so... it was a little bit of work but I hope this is what you wanted?

I assume no guarantee or liability for the completeness, correctness and accuracy of this chart despite my best efforts.

Includes fanfictions in all languages available, NOT English only.

The search was done in the Ao3 fandom "Bridgerton (TV)" only, NOT the fandoms "Queen Charlotte: A Bridgerton Story (TV)", "Bridgerton Series - Julia Quinn" & "Bridgerton (TV) RPF". However stories might be in several of the mentioned fandoms because none of them were excluded specifically.

Percentages were rounded up or rounded down to natural numbers for easier comprehension.

Poly ships were not included.

Ships with OC's were also not included!

More charts will follow. :)

Want to have a chart for different pairings, headcanons etc. in your favourite fandom? Send me an ask!

[bumblesimagines]

The Sun and Moon

Part 13/END

Request: Yes or No

God it feels good to properly end a series

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The Granville house had been quiet for days. All their typical parties had been abruptly canceled and their friends had received no further word from them. The couple did not speak a word to each other nor to their servants, keeping to themselves instead. Dolly spent her days shuffling in and out of the guest room where the youngest Granville resided, labored breathing and occasional twitching being the only thing telling them he still had life in him. Five days, Theodore had counted, since the young man had fallen unconscious and remained in his sickly comatose state. The servants had quickly gotten used to the silence, working around the couple and continuing their work. The doctor visited once every day, taking the man's vitals and reporting the same thing to Henry.

"His health has not improved, but it has not declined either. We'll see what we can do when he awakens."

On the third day of no improvement, Lucy had lashed out and sent a flurry of insults toward the doctor, screaming as her husband dragged her out of the room. Since then, the doctor avoided giving any sort of report to them with her in the room. The only other visitors they got were servants sent from the Sharmas and Bridgertons. Flowers, letters, small gifts. Dolly made sure to replace the flowers once they began to wilt, replacing them with the ones Violet Bridgerton sent. Carnations, peonies, orchids. She made sure to add a card for Lucy each time, words from one mother to another. Lady Danbury had extended her help, offering to pay the doctor for his work. Or rather lack of. 

The Bridgerton residence felt no different than the Granvilles. Quiet, solemn. Benedict kept to his studio and when he got home, he asked his mother for news before locking himself in his room to write letters or sketch. Anthony had been no different. He remained in his office most days, drowning himself in bourbon and endless work, just as he did prior to getting closer to (Y/N). Hyacinth and Gregory asked for news at least thrice a day, having the same reaction when their mother told them the same thing. 

On the sixth day, when the sun began to peek through the curtains, (Y/N) flinched and opened his eyes, squinting up at the unfamiliar ceiling. He could hear birds softly chirping outside and as he heaved himself up into a sitting position, he spotted his furry friend at the foot of the bed, peacefully napping. Something wet slipped from his head, falling on his lap with a squelch. A wet rag. Furrowing his brows, (Y/N) set the rag aside and leaned back into the pillow. 

"Poppy, darling, you can't be on the bed." He turned his head as Dolly entered the room with a vase of flowers in hand. She looked up when she noticed movement, gasping and dropping the vase, the shattering sound echoing through the room and awakening Poppy as well as alerting the rest of the house. 

"Christ, Dolly, do you wish to give me a heart atta-" Stopping himself, Theodore stared at the young man as he rubbed his eyes. 

"It's too early for this." (Y/N) muttered, voice barely audible and throat dry.

"What is the meaning of this?" Lucys' voice rang through the hallway and she stepped into the room, eyes falling on the broken vase before she looked up at her servants, brows furrowing and head turning in the direction of her son. 

"Dearest.." She breathed, taking slow steps, almost as if she were afraid if she moved suddenly it'd shatter the moment. Lucy reached forward and hesitantly touched his face, gasping softly as the tears freely fell from her cheeks. Sniffling, she waved to the servants. "Someone fetch Henry!" She ordered, climbing further onto the bed and cradling her son in her arms, frail body shaking from the sobs. 

"I-I'll inform Mr. Granville a-and get the doctor." Theodore stuttered, stumbling over the wet flowers scattered across the floor as he exited the room. 

"What's going on?" (Y/N) questioned, arms weakly wrapping around his mother.

"You've been asleep for five days," Dolly explained quietly, blinking a few times before she crouched down, frantically picking up the flowers on the ground and setting them on a drawer before stepping closer to the bed, releasing a breath of relief. She lifted a hand and fanned herself before letting out a soft, relieved chuckle. "I'll get some soup for you, (Y/N). You must be famished." With that, the maid left the room as the other servants began peeking into the room, collectively gasping and muttering amongst themselves. 

"What is Dolly talking about?" (Y/N) looked at his mother when she pulled back. Lucy wiped the tears from her cheeks and sniffled, affectionately stroking the side of his face.

"Lord Bridgerton went to see you at the estate. He claims that when he got there, you could barely walk. You collapsed in his arms. He tended to you until a doctor arrived the next day and you were brought back." Lucy explained, gently taking his hand and setting it on her lap, rubbing her thumb back and forth. (Y/N)s' lips parted, eyes shifting onto the flowers on the nightstand, the many letters beside it stamped with the Bridgerton symbol. 

"He-"

"He left as soon as you were brought here. He hasn't returned." (Y/N)s shoulders slumped at his mother's words. Had he flaked cause things had gotten hard? Cause he couldn't handle it? Henry entered the room, disrupting (Y/N)s' thoughts.

"Father..." (Y/N) breathed. The first time Henry had looked had him since the wedding. Henry glanced at his wife, stepping over the glass and wet floor before he took a seat on the bed. 

"Theodore... he- he said..." Henry swallowed, raising a hand to his face and releasing a shaky breath. A parent's worst nightmare; facing the possibility of losing their child without warning. Lucy reached over to rub her husband's back soothingly, sighing as all the tension from the past few days left her body. 

"I'm okay." (Y/N) assured softly. "I'm okay."

"And we are so glad," Henry whispered, sniffling softly.

(Y/N) spent most of the day, resting. He kept himself entertained by reading the many letters, all from different friends. Kate, Benedict, Violet, and even Edwina. Not a single one from Anthony. He could hardly recall anything from the day he fell unconscious. The whole day had felt like a blur and the only thing he could remember distinctly had been Anthony calling out to him. Had Anthony truly taken care of him? Why had he left as soon as he could? 

"The doctor says you'll be feeling better with some medicine," Dolly revealed as she got a spoonful of the liquid the doctor had given them. "Says it could be as early as tomorrow." She smiled, placing a hand under the spoon to avoid making a mess before bringing it to his lips. (Y/N) wrapped his lips around the spoon, swallowing the medicine and cringing, the bitter taste making the hairs on the back of his neck stand tall. Dolly offered him a glass of water which he gladly took, hoping it'd wash away the horrible taste. 

"Your parents have refused to see any visitors for you until you feel better," Dolly stated, setting the spoon down on the table and taking a seat on the bed. "But, I did hear from one of the maids that Lord Bridgerton plans on visiting as soon as possible."

"Now? After all this time?"

"I know, but... The day you collapsed, he came here. He wanted to speak with you and your parents. I wasn't present, at that moment, but Theodore told me he gave a rather heartfelt speech and claimed he wished..." Dolly trailed off, a small smile toying at her lips.

"He wished what? Dolly, come on!" (Y/N) gently took her arm, shaking it lightly. Dolly laughed and shifted to face him, leaning in playfully.

"He wished to propose. Said that no matter what your parents thought, he was set on doing it. If you accepted, he'd said a small private ceremony could be held." Dolly giggled and scooted closer, taking his hands into hers and giving them a squeeze. "I believe him, (Y/N). Theodore may be hesitant, especially because of this sudden illness, but I truly believe he cares for you."

"What if he gets bored, Dolly? What if in a few months he realizes he wants a bride and a child? These types of relationships rarely last long. The thrill of secrecy and meeting under the cover of night... It can grow tiring and boring. What if he realizes the only thing he felt for him was just... a rush, or lust even? I cannot deal with another heartbreak, Dolly." (Y/N) shook his head, feeling his eyes begin to water. "I- I cannot."

"My darling, you've let the doubts plague your mind. Miss Edwina would not have called off a wedding hosted by Her Majesty if she did not believe Anthony loved you. I know you're afraid... Heartbreak is terrifying. But how will you know if you don't take risks? Take it from someone who did not take a chance on the one she loved... and now spends most days wondering what could've been." Dolly squeezed his hands once more. 

(Y/N) wiped away the tear trailing down his cheek with his shoulder and sniffled. Dolly was right, that he knew. He couldn't let fear guide him forever. He had to trust himself and his heart. He had to trust Anthony and his words. He had seen something in Anthony had Somerset House, something that had pulled him toward the Bridgerton.

(Y/N) looked forward and bit back the smile toying on his lips, clearing his throat softly. “Is the painting to your liking, My Lord?” (Y/N) asked, seeing him turn to look at him out of the corner of his eye. (Y/N) kept his gaze on the painting and smiled fondly at the memories it came with. The painting was of Primrose Hill at sunset; when the sun would cast lovely shades of soft pink and warm orange against the shimmering water.

“It is quite lovely, Mr. Granville. I don’t believe we’ve ever been acquainted, have we?”

“We have not, I’m afraid. Lovely to meet you, Lord Bridgerton.”

“Please, call me Anthony, I insist.” (Y/N) turned to look at him and felt his skin lightly flush. As handsome as the ladies made him out to be, but he had a past of being arrogant and belittling. 

“It’s impressive how much talent you posses at the mere age of..”

“Five and twenty, My Lord.”

(Y/N) had been so unprepared for what would happen over the course of a couple of months. But the more (Y/N) thought about his time spent with the Bridgerton, the more he realized that he wouldn't change a thing if he could go back. Even if it meant having to go through heartache once more because of Anthony. Even if it meant disobeying his father again and being the source of his disappointment. 

"I suppose... We'll see how he truly feels." (Y/N) smiled at Dolly. She smiled widely and brought him in for a hug, sighing softly as she rubbed his back. She pulled back, giving his shoulders a squeeze.

"The Featheringtons are hosting a ball-"

"The Featheringtons?"

"Yes, I know, shocking. But, I heard they've invited everyone, including the Bridgertons and Sharmas. While the chances of Lord Bridgerton attending are low, if he does, you'll be able to speak with him." Dolly told him, running her hands down his arms. "If you're feeling well, perhaps we can convince your parents to allow you to go." 

"It'll be a battle, for sure." (Y/N) laughed softly, smiling as he leaned forward to rest his forehead against hers. 

"Thank you. For everything you've done for me, Dolly." (Y/N) whispered. "You do not get nearly as much credit as you deserve." 

"Being part of this family is enough for me." Dolly smiled, pulling back and cupping his cheek. Her eyes watered and she chuckled softly. "You are the child I never got to have." She added, voice cracking toward the never of her sentence. A life filled serving the Granville family and she spent half of it raising a child. Dolly was a mother just as much as Lucy. They all knew that.

Sighing breathily, Dolly stood up and collected the dirty dishes on the nightstand, giving him one last smile before she left the room, greeting Lucy and Henry quietly as she walked past them. The two entered the bedroom and Henry lit the candle on the nightstand as Lucy took a seat on the bed.

"It's shameful for me to say that I did not realize certain things until I stood in this room and wondered if I'd ever see your eyes again." Lucy began, cupping her hands on her lap and staring forward. (Y/N) leaned back into the pillows, glancing between his parents silently. Lucy inhaled and turned toward her son. 

"I failed you... As a mother, I failed you in every aspect. I was so caught up in wanting to be like the other mothers of the ton that I realized... I wasn't necessarily ready for a child. I felt as if I needed to prove I was as much a woman as the rest of them by having a child and in the end, I barely know you. I don't remember your first steps or your first words. I don't remember which lessons you excelled at as a child or which ones you had difficulties with. I- I... I have... no excuses. I made a choice when I approached Henry about having a child. I made a choice when I didn't play with you or when I didn't bring you around to the houses of my friends so you could play with their kids. I'd be lying if I said I had a role in the man you are today. And I am so sorry that I didn't try harder. That I didn't put you first above all else. I failed you, I admit that to you. And I hope that you forgive me, even if I don't deserve it. I was selfish and you deserved better." Lucy pressed her lips together and wiped her runny nose, the tears slipping from her cheeks and onto her nightgown.

"I forgive you." (Y/N) murmured, feeling his own warm tears coat his cheeks in wetness. It'd taken twenty-five years for him to receive an apology for his treatment, for his childhood, for the gaping hole in his heart wishing to be filled. While part of him wanted to hold onto the anger and bitterness, the relief of finally being seen and acknowledged washed those feelings away. Lucy gently took his hand into her own and held it, sniffling softly.

"I love you, dearest." She smiled and stood, releasing his hand. Lucy gently patted her husband's arm and made her way out of the room, leaving father and son alone. Henry remained standing beside the nightstand, fiddling with his fingers and avoiding his sons' gaze. He sighed softly, running his finger over his wedding ring.

"I owe you an apology as well. I wasn't the father you needed, I realized this much earlier than Lucy and attempted to make up for it by trying to protect you. I ran from you and from my responsibilities when you were born. I traveled to distract myself from my duties as a father and then... When I saw you were just a little kid... Just a little being in need of me and your mother, I... I tried to do better. I taught you what I could and tried to shield you from society but..." Henry swallowed and shook his head, lifting his gaze to look at his son. 

"I also failed you and when I realized it, I grew angry at myself. I was never disappointed in you. You're young and you'll make mistakes. I was afraid of what that could mean and forgot that I was once in your shoes trying to make sense of myself and trying to figure out what love was. I should've done better. I should've listened to you more. For that, I am so sorry." 

"All I ever wanted was for you and Mother to love me... And I know you do, but it feels good to finally get an apology after years of wondering if I was just asking for too much."

"You were never asking for too much, (Y/N). You were a child who needed his parents. We love you, no matter what you choose to do."

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(Y/N) felt guilty admitting he hadn't been expecting much from the Featheringtons. Sure, he knew Lady Featherington wouldn't have wanted anything less than perfection, but considering the turbulent year they'd had combined with the new Lord Featherington, he figured they would've waited for next year to host a ball. Though, he supposed, the Featheringtons were always full of surprises. The room had been lightly decorated but the food and refreshment tables were worth salivating over. Of course, the most eye-catching thing they had must've been the stand where the musicians played. (Y/N) couldn't help but wonder if they were dizzy, especially considering the fact it actively rotated.

"Ah, it is a pleasure to see you are alright, Mr. Granville. It is quite kind of you to join us after spending so long bedridden. I do hope you're feeling better." What she truly meant was; I hope you didn't come while still ill. No matter how hard she tried, Lady Featherington had always been easier to read than most. Nonetheless, (Y/N) smiled.

"Thank you for your concern, Lady Featherington. I'm feeling quite alright." He assured and she relaxed, nodding and addressing his mother. Lucy glanced back at him as she left his side to chat with their hostess. It was a mystery how women could so easily pretend to enjoy each other's company. 

Looking away from the two women, he spotted Kate and Edwina standing side by side, having what appeared to be a pleasant conversation. (Y/N) hummed and smiled. They'd finally put the betrayal behind them, it seemed. (Y/N) began making his way toward them and chuckled when Kate's face lit up at the sight of him. She looked stunning in her orange bejeweled dress and perfectly done hair. 

"Oh, how good it is to see you. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to catch you before I left."

"You're still leaving for India?"

"I'm afraid so." Kate nodded with an apologetic frown. "But, fret not. I promise I'll continue writing to you." Kate's frown turned into a playful smile and she glanced at Edwina, looping her arm around hers. Edwina smiled in return and glanced toward the dancefloor, getting a sudden twinkle in her eye. 

"How about a dance, Kate?" She questioned, wasting no time pulling her onto the dancefloor alongside the unsuspecting couples. (Y/N) chuckled as he watched them, almost missing the person staring at him from across the room. Anthony Bridgerton. Anthonys' gaze softened significantly and he leaned over to whisper something to his mother before slowly making his way around the room. (Y/N) turned his attention back onto the sisters, watching Anthony from the corner of his eye until the Bridgerton stood right beside him. The two remained silent, even after the dance ended and another began. 

"It's good to see you on your feet."

"It's good to be on my feet." (Y/N) smiled, turning his head to look at him. Anthonys' shoulders deflated as he exhaled softly, eyes scanning his face, almost as if making sure (Y/N) looked okay. 

"I can't imagine the fright you must've had. I apologize for the inconvenience."

"There's no need." Anthony dismissed quickly, shaking his head. "I assure you... There's no need to apologize. I am simply glad to know you are well."

"You've always been such a good friend to me, Anthony. Even going as far to play doctor for a day." (Y/N) teased lightly, chuckling when a grin broke out on Anthonys' face.

"Yes, well... I must admit I think I did a pretty decent job at it."

"Ah, did you now?" (Y/N) raised his brows and shifted his body toward him, crossing his arms. Anthony laughed softly and nodded, cocking his head.

"Don't believe me?" He raised his hand and held up two fingers. "How many?"

"Two." (Y/N) answered, only for Anthony to turn his hand and lift another finger in the process so there were three fingers instead. (Y/N) rolled his eyes and smiled widely, looking back toward the dancefloor as couples began to get into position.

"Mr. Granville, would you like to dance?" Anthony asked and (Y/N) blinked, turning his head to look back at him. He furrowed his brows, glancing toward the other guests around them.

"What are you talking about?"

"Right here, right now. Would you do me the honor?" (Y/N)s' lips parted as he stared at Anthony. Not a shred of doubt on his face. He swallowed. Could they really get in trouble for merely dancing? 

"You can say no if you-"

"I'll dance." (Y/N) breathed and nodded. Anthony smiled once more and offered him his hand, pulling him onto the dancefloor when he took it. He could feel the gazes of everyone in the room shift onto them, whispering and murmuring erupting from the guests. The music began playing and (Y/N) took Anthonys' other hand, following along with the dance, even as the other couples glanced back toward them and stopped dancing. 

"Just keep your eyes on me," Anthony whispered, and (Y/N) nodded. But eventually, they weren't alone. (Y/N) glanced over his shoulder at Edwina and Kate as they danced once more, the two sending them a supportive smile. (Y/N) released a breath and looked back at Anthony, feeling less anxious and more confident.

"Why is no one else dancing?" (Y/N) swore his heart skipped a beat as Her Majesty's voice echoed through the room. She didn't care, (Y/N) realized. She didn't care that two men were dancing together in public, in her presence. And when he looked in her direction, he only saw a genuine, pleased smile on her face. The very thing he needed to fully relax and enjoy himself, letting himself be immersed in the dance with Anthony. Taking his hand once more, the two stared into each other's eyes as the music came to a stop and the dance ended. They stepped apart and (Y/N) released his hand as Lady Featherington hurried into the room claiming she had a surprise for everyone waiting outside. (Y/N) turned his head when the Queen stopped beside them, her knowing smile telling them everything they needed to know. She continued on her way, her ladies-in-waiting quickly following after her. Once she had exited, so did the rest of the quests. 

"I'll see you outside." (Y/N) said and turned, joining the crowd as they stepped outside into the garden. He slipped through the crowd and ignored the pointed stares and whispers. He didn't care about the rumors, not anymore. The Queen herself knew and she did not give a damn. So why should he? The people of the ton had and always would be cowards who hid behind their riches and looked down upon others. But (Y/N) had found something genuine and with the Queen's approval at that. 

Chuckling to himself, he found a more secluded spot, away from the others where he could watch whatever surprise Lady Featherington had in store for them. Fireworks, most likely. Or perhaps some singers. (Y/N) inhaled the fresh night air and looked up at the sky. Peace, at last. 

"You must really love to play cat and mouse, Mr. Granville." 

"It's my favorite game." (Y/N) responded and turned to face Anthony, watching him approach. Anthony smirked and nodded, drawing closer until they were face to face.

"I was told what you planned to do once you reached my grandfathers' estate." (Y/N) revealed softly and Anthonys' face fell. "I'll admit, I had my doubts but... If it's true.."

"Yes, everything was true. I love you, and it has taken me far too long to tell you. I've loved you since the day you walked into my life and smiled at me. I love everything about you. I love your passion, your talent, and your kindness. You are everything I want in a person, in a lover, in a spouse. While we wouldn't be married in the eyes of the church and on paper, we would be married to our family and friends. The people who truly matter. You do not have to say yes-" (Y/N) leaned in as the fireworks were lit and set off into the sky, illuminating the two as the guests cheered and watched the fireworks in awe. 

Pulling back and chuckling softly at the lovestruck look on his face, (Y/N) smiled and placed a hand on his cheek. "You may be an insufferable bastard sometimes... But my answer will always be yes." He cooed and Anthony smiled widely, leaning into his palm and placing a delicate kiss on his wrist. (Y/N) felt his heart warm and he turned his head to look up at the fireworks, resting his head against Anthonys' chest when he pulled him closer. 

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(Y/N) shivered, feeling fingers dancing up his spine. He buried his face further into the pillow, hearing Anthony snicker. The bed shifted as Anthony scooted closer to him, pressing soft kisses along his shoulders and up his neck until he reached his ear. (Y/N) couldn't help but smile.

"You must get up, (Y/N). Everyone's waiting for us. Besides, don't you want to see your surprise?" He cooed into his ear, gently nipping his earlobe. (Y/N) squeaked and released a muffled laugh, raising a hand up to his ear and rolling over onto his back, face scrunching up when the sun hit his eyes. Anthony smiled and leaned down, greeting his husband with a kiss. (Y/N) melted, hands gently cupping Anthonys' face. 

"Good morning, my love," Anthony murmured, swooping down to pepper airy kisses to his neck.

"I thought you said we had to go?" (Y/N) laughed softly and pushed him back by his shoulders, lifting his brows up at him. Anthony shrugged innocently and grinned.

"Yes, but I'm sure they can wait a little while longer." 

"Mhm, come on." (Y/N) shook his head, lightly pecking the tip of Anthonys' nose and swinging his legs over the side of the bed. He heard Anthony groan softly and glanced back at him, snorting when Anthony dramatically collapsed back onto the bed, sprawled out and with a pout on his face. (Y/N) collected his clothes from the floor and set them in a pile for the maids to take before he searched for a new set of clothes, getting dressed whilst Anthony watched him. 

"Weren't you making a big fuss about my surprise?" (Y/N) questioned, getting some of Anthonys' clothes out and setting them on the bed for him. Anthony sighed heavily and dragged himself out of bed, picking up his shirt and leaning over to give him another kiss before he got dressed as well. 

"Give me a hint."

"No."

"Please?" (Y/N) pouted, arms wrapping around Anthonys' waist but the Viscount shook his head, one arm wrapping around his shoulders and pulling him toward the door. (Y/N) huffed softly and leaned his head back onto Anthonys' shoulder. The two walked down the halls of Aubrey Hall; the very place they'd had their loving ceremony. Anthony had kept (Y/N) occupied for days, refusing to leave the bed unless absolutely necessary. A new yet welcomed side to Anthony. 

Heading down the stairs, (Y/N) nodded to one of the servants as they opened the doors for the couple. (Y/N) cringed and shut his eyes when the sun greeted them, taking a moment to adjust to the brightness before he peered down at the people below. The Bridgertons and Granvilles awaited them, along with three new figures. (Y/N) furrowed his brows and squinted at the familiar purple dress, only to gasp and smile widely, detaching himself from Anthony and practically flying down the stairs.

"Kate!"

"(Y/N)!" Kate squealed, releasing a surprised laugh when she was picked up, arms wrapping tightly around his shoulders as he spun her in a circle. (Y/N) gently set her back down and pulled back, looking back toward the amused Anthony.

"Was this your surprise?"

"I rallied the Sharmas after hearing how much the two of you missed each other," Anthony responded cooly, looking rather proud of himself as he placed his hands on his hips and grinned at them. Kate rolled her eyes and scoffed lightly, leaning in slightly.

"He hardly did anything." She whispered, leaning back and crossing her arms. 

"I believe that." (Y/N) laughed and turned to look at Lady Sharma and Edwina, greeting the two of them with smiles. Anthony slithered his arms around (Y/N)s' waist and pulled him back against his chest, looking back at his siblings as they raced to grab their favorite mallets. Edwina and Kate laughed, looping their arms together and retrieving their own mallets as the parents took their seats a safe distance away. Anthony pressed a kiss to his cheek and reached for the black mallet, only for (Y/N) to scoop it up, leaving him with the baby blue one. Anthony squinted at (Y/N) and shook his head, taking the last mallet and facing his family. 

Daphne smiled wickedly, swinging her mallet over her shoulder and placing her hand on her hip. "Who's ready to lose again?" A chorus of protests erupted from the crowd and (Y/N) chuckled, turning his head to look at Anthony.

"Hey, Anthony?"

"Mhm?"

"I love you."

[lilliad-dreams]

Hello! I am a semi lit writer. If any role players are interested in these pairings, please dm me! The bold names are the ones i’d like to play.

Marvel:

Bucky Barnes x Baron Zemo

Phil Coulson x Melinda May

Only Murders In The Building:

Charles Haden Savage x Oliver Putnam

Bridgerton:

Henry Granville x Benedict Bridgerton

Penelope Featherington x Colin Bridgerton

Daphne Bridgerton x Simon Hastings

Eloise Bridgerton x Cressida Cowper

Lord Ledger x Lady Danbury

Edmund Bridgerton x Violet Bridgerton

Supernatural:

Crowley x Castiel

Crowley x Bobby Singer

Crowley x Dean Winchester

Danganronpa:

Byakuya Togami x Makoto Naegi

Byakuya Togami x Korekiyo Shinguji

Byakuya Togami x Mondo Owada

Harry Potter:

Severus Snape x Remus Lupin

Severus Snape x Sirius Black

Severus Snape x Lucius Malfoy

[fumikomiyasaki]

Just another small batch of Ships... because I can... and because I had the craving to draw some newer and older ships sooo.

Flynn x Shui @authoruio

Henry x Draa @vivaresmala

Carol x Domas @eirasummers

Leroy x Fawn @yuuniee

[from1837to1945]

Henry B. Walthall x Mae Marsh (Violet Wilkey)

[baranskini]

Redbubble Bookish Edits

So it's been a hot minute since I posted anything on here, but Red White and Royal Blue has reawakened my soul and I wanted to share a few of the bookish edits I've made recently for my redbubble page!

Oh and Redbubble is 30% OFF EVERYTHING ATM

As always no pressure to buy, but if you want to please follow the link below!

[blackbutlerfandomnerddomain]

Candles and Broomsticks

"Tell me Elizabeth, how come it's taking so long for any of the children to be baptized?"

Lizzie causally sipped her tea as she speaks with a visit of one of the "mother friends" she "made" over the one year Bella attend a special school. "Well me and my husband never really thought to baptized Bella. And Albert, Anthony, and Rachel just aren't cause Ciel and his wife chose not to. It's not the end of the world." The red head huffs and fans her fan near her face, her long lashes fluttering as her blue gems roll. She is a opposite of Lizzie you see, from her hair to her sharp facial features compared to Lizzie's soft, to her outfit that isn't so cute and mature as Lizzie's but more tight formal that shows she's a prize of the doctor she wedded. Her name is Lady Lenora Bell, wife of a Lord Doctor Arthur Bell, and has a daughter Bella's age named Marge who's just like her mother and not in the pleasant way Lizzie would've hoped.

It still boggles her mind how she wound up accepting her into her home.

"On a off topic, is your husband arriving for the party? I heard some gossip on it while I was in London." Asked Lenora with a smile of her dark red lipstick. Lizzie's heart fluttered in her chest as she smiles and speaks, "Yes, of course my darling husband will attend. This is a very special day for him after all."

Indeed, just down the road is a carriage being driven by the Phantomhive's chef and most special butler in the spring air. "Ahh, can't wait to pick up my lil Amelia." Said Bard after taking a large breath in the spring air. Sebastian chuckles beside him, "You saw her last week. Though I do agree with your words Bardroy."

Inside the carriage are a total of five adults and five children who sit excited, a little girl's legs kick in her seat as she giggles. "I take it you're excited Rachel?" Asked a boy with dark wisps of black hair that cover his ears, skin a pale smooth beige, and big lovely brown eyes behind brown ribbed thin glasses dressed nicely in a white button up and brown slacks with suspenders to match and a black coat over it. Rachel giggles and nods happily, causing her parents to smile.

The scent of yummy food and sweet cakes fills the senses of everyone, the sounds of music and happy voices fells the ears of everyone. The party was in full bliss and there wasn't a singe frown upon a face. Beside the desert table stands Bella, her long black hair in waves down her back with a lovely blue gem necklace draped around her neck tightly dressed in a lovely gown that brings a gentle glow of her pale skin and a pop of her emerald eyes. With her are many teens her age dressed all lovely as well with happy smiles and sparkling eyes. "Wow Bella, the dress is so pretty!" "Thank you. My father and our tailor helped make it."

Across the way in the ballroom stands Ciel and a man whom he hasn't seen in a long while, a Chinese man dressed in emerald greens and sparkling golds. Lau brought his glass to his lips and took a sip of his shiny golden drink before speaking, "My my, doesn't that dress look familiar. At least the fabrics. Perhaps a certain party connected to a case?" The Earl chuckles softly yet meekly, "Thank goodness that dress is being used for better use." The two were interrupted by a beauty, a man with fair blond hair long and tied in a small pony tail and skin a pale peach color with beautiful crimson eyes, dressed in a formal dark green suit with a beautiful sapphire blue cummerbund. "Oh Joanne!"

Joanne smiles in return and spoke, "How are you, we haven't seen each other since Christmas." "I've been doing well, and you?" "Very well." Suddenly, Ciel paused, "If you're here than certainly so is-" He turns his body and quickly grabs hold of two children, one girl who's 7 and a boy who's 9, one girl with shoulder long black hair and big green eyes of emerald blue and a button nose booped with flushed blush and freckles and a boy with the same shade of black short hair and big brown eyes. "Hi uncle Ciel!" Ciel chuckles and hugs them tightly, his voice dipped in a childish way, "You were sneaking up on your dear uncle weren't you??"

Odin and Violet Sullivan-Harcourt, sweetest little angels you'll ever meet everyone will claim. Over the years it came a shock to the Phantomhive household to hear Joanne Harcourt was interested in courting the very lovely mad genius she is of Sieglinde Sullivan, the German girl Ciel and Sebastian took in and funded for everything she needed.

"My what adorable children you have Sir Harcourt."

The three adults and two children stop and look at Mrs Lenora walking over with a wine glass in one hand now wearing a lovely robin blue dress that tightly hugs the cleavage. With a hum she leans down to look at the children more after Ciel stood up straight, "Such adorable children indeed. Though, I must say Miss Violet's eyes are a surprise twist." The man looks at his school friend as he looks to his children and smile softly, "Yes, well, it's a family trait." He pauses. "Well, that is to say from my family. My grandmother was rumored to have such lovely blue eyes." Though he smiles, Ciel can sense Joanne's shift of things. A shift he's familiar well. A shift to never be truly honest.

A big thing of change over time was Ciel, and not just him marrying and having children, he is no longer a boy seeking revenge but instead a man though wounded accepts life's odd path of surprises. With him in that change was a familiar face, a mirror face if you will, of his brother from the dead away from the decaying fire and memories. It was a begging plea of Undertaker after his madness parade of cheating death and justice finally ended for Ciel and Sebastian to please keep him living until his final breath when Sebastian devours his soul with his wife's. It wasn't easy at first, framing your brother for murder can do that to you, but over time the two found peace. Hell, with help from Sieglinde they found a way to help him age normally with his healthy way of blood transfusion. And along that time the girl and boy simply grew close. Maybe it was the sense of unable to move about freely or books, who knows, what they do know is the two are very close, two souls as one. Around this time was when Joanne began to express courting her. You can ask anyone and you'll get a different story how the three came to be with a public wedding of Joanne and Sieglinde and then a secret wedding of Sieglinde and the forgotten twin, but the answer is the same.

No one knows the truth of Violet's true father.

Ciel glanced to his left and smiled at Xiu talking with two girls, one 8 year old with long straight brown hair and brown eyes and one smaller sized 7 year old with long thick curly dark brown hair and big brown eyes with small speckles of green if you look closely, and smiles. Amelia, the daughter of Midford's maid Paula and the Phantomhive's chef Bardroy. Mariposa, the daughter of Phantomhive's lovely gardener Finnian and his lovely wife Valentina.

"Why invite servants children to such a party? They'll bring the mood down."

That sentence snaps Ciel out his thoughts as he turned to Lenora, but before he could snap at her she has walked away giggling. "You know, I don't quite like her my Lord." Said Lau with venom dripping from his words.

The room fell silent with the sound of a gentle tap of a glass, making everyone turn their heads to the direction of the noise to the handsome man with dark hair combed back wearing a white suit with a dark purple pink cummerbund and matching tie with a pearl broach clipped to the center, holding a glass of wine in one hand and holding Lizzie dressed in a lovely red dress of black lace beside him. "Thank you all for coming to the birthday celebration of Lizzie's and I's lovely daughter Bella. Thirteen years ago today my life was simple darkness until she came into the world and lit it up as the stars in the sky. A light I never realized I needed until the day came." Said he as he looks to Bella who smiles bashfully. Hannah leans to Angela, both dressed in dark purples and whites, and whispers, "How much do you want to bet someone will start crying?" This earned a giggle in which she smiles. After a moment, a large cake of four lairs coated in candles gets carted in by the Phantomhive servants and the kitchen staff of the Midford manor, stopping right by the girl in pink. With her smiling softly everyone began to sing, some singing in different languages, but not one person can copy the look of warmth that Sebastian holds as he watches her. Within a blink he sees the image of him holding a small infant girl crying before coming back to view to see Bella blow her candles out firmly.

It's strange, demons shouldn't cry, but he can feel his eyes grow misty since her birth.

Offical part three of my current fics of my Black Butler Next Gen AU for @nullb1rdbones, @annoyinglyshinycherryblossom, @sebalizzie, @docmartensanddietcoke, and @onehellofashadynerd

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[dragon-kazansky]

Bridgerton shade of blue

Benedict Bridgerton x Female Reader

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

{Masterlist}

{Previous Chapter} - {Next Chapter}

Season one

Chapter Nine - Late night scandals

♡♡♡

"What do you think Bridgerton?"

Benedict turns around to find the artist he had accidentally offended at the gallery the other night.

"This one more to your liking?"

"Mr. Granville--" Benedict raises from his chair to approach the man.

"Perhaps they should take it over to Somerset House so it can be skyed right next to mine."

"I believe I owe you an apology, sir." Benedict says, feeling rather embarrassed.

"Unnecessary. I actually quite enjoy the eloquent stings of your critique. So?" He gestures back to the painting on the wall.

"A touch morose for my tastes," Benedict says.

Henry points to the next one.

"A tragedy. The hound deserved better," Benedict comments.

Granville laughs. "Where is yours?"

"My..."

"Your work," Granville clarifies. "Are you tell me you're not an artist yourself?"

"Well, I-- I suppose sometimes I like to... Well, I mean, I almost--"

"I believe 'yes' and 'thank you' are the words you seek. But either way, you should come by my studio." Mr Granville holds out a small card to Benedict, who accepts it. "The pieces I do for myself are there, and I think you will find my real work far less, um... Oh, how did you put it? 'Cold and lacking inner life?'"

Benedict scrunched up his face as he nodded, still burning with embarrassment. "I shall never live that down, shall I?"

Mr Granville leaves.

Benedict returns to his table where he had been absentmindedly doodling. Eyes. He was sketching out a pair of eyes. Pretty ones. From memory.

He sighs and closes the sketchbook.

♡♡♡

As you sit in the drawing room of the Bridgerton house, as invited by Violet, you discover that she had no idea about the boxing match, or that Daphne had been there.

You keep your eyes focused on the latest Whistledown paper, though you had stopped reading it.

Daphne was playing the piano while her mother interrogated her.

"A boxing match is no place for any young lady." Violet sighs.

"Is it a place for a prince? Was he at today's match, sister?" Hyacinth asks.

"He certainly was."

"It is a loathsome and barbarous form of entertainment," Violet was very displeased.

That was when Daphne took the opportunity to mention you had gone as well, which had Violet looking at you.

"You too?"

You glare softly at Daphne, who gives you a smug little look. Crafty one, she is.

"Anthony invited me," you admit.

Violet looked terribly ill all of a sudden. You were sure she would being this up with her eldest son at some point.

"What about the duke?" Hyacinth asks.

"What about the duke?" Both Violet and Daphne ask at the same time. You eye Daphne curiously from your seat.

"Was he also present?" Hyacinth asked, less enthusiastic now.

"I do not know," Daphne says. "If the duke was there, I did not see him."

Hyacinth leaves the piano to go see what Eloise is up to. She had been scribbling away in her book since you arrived.

You put the Whistledown column down and rose from your seat to seek entertainment near the window. Watching the street was surely more entertainment than listening in on that conversation.

Anthony enters the room and greets both his mother and his sister. You turn and he greets you too.

"Did you truly take your sister to a boxing match?" Violet hounds him.

"Your admonishment will have to wait. I have news," he cuts her lecture short. "Prince Friedrich has asked for my permission to propose." He looks at Daphne.

She stops playing. "So soon?"

"Well, what did you tell him?" Violet asks.

"That I know better than to answer for my sister. I have no objections to the man. People speak well of him. Whatever you decide, Daph, you shall have my support."

You look at Daphne quietly.

"I... uh... I..." She doesn't know what to say.

"You need not decide now," Violet tells her. "You certainly have no known him long."

"Let me know when you have an answer, and I shall convey it." Anthony says to his sister.

"Indeed." Daphne looks at him.

Anthony leaves as quickly as he came in. It was clear Daphne needed time to think.

♡♡♡

When Daphne had pleaded with you to attend the next ball with her, you couldn't say no. There was a sadness to her gaze, and you wondered from where it had risen.

Something had happened between her and the duke, and she had been off kilter ever since.

The ball, like all had been so far, was wonderful. The theme was a little more out there this time, but everyone was behaving quite perfectly.

You were standing with Daphne as she scanned the crowd. Exactly who she was looking for, you weren't quite certain. You would suggest the prince on the account that the duke was apparently leaving London tonight.

The prince could be seen across the room. He was in conversation with someone. You glance toward Daphne, but your gaze shifts as Cressida Cowper comes over. You give Daphne a gentle nudge.

"Daphne." Cressida chuckles. "You look beautiful, as always."

"Thank you, Cressida," Daphne says politely.

"You could have chosen anyone," Cressida says. "You have gentlemen lined up to pay you tribute. Yet you did not hesitate to steal my chance for happiness away, did you? I knew the marriage market would make rivals of us, but I never thought youcapable of being my enemy."

"The man made his choice, Cressida. What did you expect me to do?" Daphne asks.

Daphne walks off in the direction of the prince. You look at Cressida and then walk off in the other direction.

There is nothing you could ever say to her.

You begin to walk alongside the dance floor, watching the couples dance. A hand comes into view, and you turn to see a friendly looking young man smiling at you.

"May I have this dance?"

You take a moment to gather yourself. You had hoped one of the Bridgerton boys would be here to dance with you, but you supposed you couldn't rely on them every time.

"You may."

You go with him to dance.

It seemed Benedict wasn't here.

♡♡♡

Benedict was, in fact, making his way to the studio of Mr. Granville. He was intrigued by the artist.

He finds the address and knocks on the door. Henry Granville answers.

"Mr. Bridgerton."

Benedict stands there a little awkwardly.

"Come in, come in."

Granville lets him in. Benedict enters and follows him. He is led further inside and finds himself in a large room. A circle of easels presented around two nude models.

"I do not know what I was expecting, but it surely was not this." Benedict says.

"Oh, simply a gathering of like-minded souls." Henry tells him. "Here, let me show you what I've been working on."

Benedict is led further inside the studio. He passes a couple of painters discussing war so causally.

"What do you think?" Henry asks.

Benedict walks over and takes a look at the canvas.

"Hmm. It's a far cry from Somerset House, I must say."

"I shall take that a compliment."

They both chuckle.

"And I must say, I'm truly jealous. Is this your life?" Benedict asks.

"There are advantages to being the second-born." Henry tells him. "Heirs have the responsibility. Second sons have the fun."

They both chuckle again.

"So... why not go have some fun?" Henry gestures to the models. He's giving Benedict the chance to epress himself through art.

Benedict picks an easel and sits down.

♡♡♡

As you dance once again tonight, you spot Anthony standing off to the side. He's staring at the opera singer.

You hard heard whispers about him being infatuated with an opera singer, but had no idea if there lay any truth to them.

You continue dancing with your partner.

Benedict was still a no-show tonight, which you found to be rather disappointing. You had been looking forward to another evening of his little quips and teasing.

When the dance ends, you curtsy to your partner and head in the direction of Anthony and Violet. Lady Bridgerton had tries to introduce her son to a rather pretty young lady, but he showed no interest.

"Shall we dance, Lord Bridgerton?" You ask, looking at Anthony.

He turns and looks at you, for half a second, thinking you were another lady his mother was intent on pushing on him.

"Yes, let's." He offers his arm, and you take it. Violet watches you both go. Even if he chose you, she would be pleased, but she knows her son will not take you as his wife. You're his friend who has come to rescue him from her for a while.

Violet downs a third glass of champagne.

"She is persistent," you say.

"Hm?"

"Your mother."

Anthony chuckles softly. "Yes. Quite."

"The opera singer..."

He looks at you.

"Nevermind. Its not my business."

Anthony's expression softens. "I was - am - found of her."

"Yes. I assumed as much."

Anthony sighs. "It's complicated.

You nod and say no more on the matter. Anthony spins you around elegantly.

"Is Benedict not here tonight?" You ask, twirling with him.

"Benedict? No." He gazes at you. "Why do you ask?"

"I just noticed his absence."

"Missing your dance partner?" He teases.

You chuckle. "Am I that obvious?"

He winks at you, and you shake your head with a smile. "I'm fond of you boys. I can't help it when I notice one of you is missing."

Anthony grins. "How lucky we are to have gained such a special friend such as you."

As Anthony gives you another turn around the floor, you spot Colin speaking with Penelope. You smile softly at the sight and then turn your attention back to the eldest brother.

At least you'll have one Bridgerton on your dance card tonight.

As the next dance begins, Anthony keeps your company longer. You're aware this may catch attention from others, especially Lady Whistledown should she be here, but none the less, you dance with him twice.

You soon see that Colin has left Penelope on the sidelines to dance with Miss Thompson, and you also find the prince talking to Daphne amidst their dance.

The dance ends, and you manage to catch sight of Daphne fleeing the ballroom.

Anthony bows, and you curtsy.

"Until next time." He nods his head at you. You smile and nod, taking your leave. You worry about Daphne and intend to go check on her, but you're stopped by another gentleman.

You sigh and realise you'll have to dance with him before you can flee again.

The dance feels like it drags on, and on, and on. You smile, you listen to your partner talk, but your mind is focused on Daphne. She did not look well when she fled.

When the dance ends, you spot Anthony leaving the ballroom. You waste no more time and follow him.

He heads outside. You follow.

"Anthony?"

He turns and looks at you. "Go back inside."

"What's the matter? What's happening?"

"Did you see him?" Anthony asks urgently.

"Who?"

"The duke."

"He is here?"

"He was, and now I can't find Daphne." You realise he's concerned about his sister.

You hear something further in the garden, and Anthony hurries off. You follow him, close on his heels.

What you find is not what you ever expected to see.

Simon and Daphne were not just kissing. His hands were all over her. Her dress had been pulled down. You cover your mouth, though you can not hide the gasp that escapes you.

Anthony runs at Simon.

"Bastard!"

Simon receives a strong punch to the face. He falls to the ground, and Anthony takes another swing. He punches him a third time and then stands beside his sister. You hurry to her other side and checks her over.

"Daphne..."

She is speechless. She has no words for you. They have been caught in a compromising position.

"You will marry her," Anthony declares.

"What?" Daphne looks at her brother.

"Immediately. We can only hope no one saw you take such liberties, and my sister is saved further mortification. You will marry her!"

Anthony is angry.

"Brother!"

"I cannot marry her," Simon says.

"You have defiled her innocence, and now you refuse her hand? I knew you were a rake, Hastings, I never thought you a villain."

"I cannot marry her," Simon states more firmly.

Daphne looks hurt.

"Then you leave me no choice. I must demand satisfaction."

"A duel? Anthony, you cannot--" Daphne begins.

"He dishonours you, sister." Anthony looks at her. "He dishonours you and me and the very Bridgerton name. I have misjudged you, indeed. You have duped us both, but I shall not see my sister pay for my own misdeeds. We will settle this as gentlemen."

"I understand," Simon agrees. "I shall see you at dawn."

"I do not understand," Daphne says softly. "You would rather die than marry me?"

You look at Simon quietly.

"I am truly sorry."

"We need to go, Daph. Before anyone should see us." Anthony says softly.

You reach out for her arm gently and pull her away, Anthony follows you both.

Daphne takes her brother's arm after he begs of you not to say a word about anything. You swear by it, looking him in the eye. Anthony thanks you.

You drift off from them as you enter the ballroom once again.

Anthony approaches Colin and tells him he is taking her home. He asks Colin to take care of their mother. You decide to step in and help. Anthony looks grateful.

Anthony and Daphne leave.

Colin looks at you, but you just smile softly at him and ask him to help you with Violet. He doesn't say anything about Daphne or Anthony.

Neither do you.

♡♡♡

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[fumikomiyasaki]

AHHHH MY HEART IS MELTING SO MUCH AT THIS!!! Not only are John and Phelia alive in this au... Mellow and Lynnettes interactions are just hella adorable omg...

God Leroy working there... his invisiblity would be so usefull.

I love that mellow has fireflies in his room, he totally would.

Just all the details and work put in here, just seeing Mellows parents alive and care for him... this made my day so much, thank you.

'The heart lies to where it's going...'

(AU) Ship Writing no. 5 Lynette x Mellow (@fumikomiyasaki)

Mentions: AU writing (Detective AU), Nothing much but fluff, And a tiny bit of spice (For Comedy Purposes),

Other OCs mentioned: Mine and Fumi's OCs in the AU Writing (Only a few).

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It was a daily and the usual afternoon... A very usual daily afternoon of the agency, well just simple workspaces filled up from desk to desk of the current employees doing the usual like any other regular people would. No new cases were brought up for the time being so it's just the normal work just needing to be piled up and passed to the chief and the other higher-ups in the police alongside with the agency policies. For clearly, it was a normal afternoon within the busy streets of the city with the brighten of the sun sharing its rays to spread throughout the city till for a couple of hours for it to enter its sunsets upon it. Apparently one of their best detectives and is also a female detective is currently on errands at her family's restaurant and is quickly busy right after her shift ended and now entered her second afternoon schedule, which many wondered within the office how she'd managed to get more energy for the whole working long hours within the morning till lunch and proceed to do her restaurant job? Well that's their 'best detective' being a busy worker.

Well the sounds of the chattering of the employees were within the workspace as the door eventually opened, revealing the pink-haired girl within her usual clothing attire and was carrying rather lots of packaged food, it appears she's on her last delivery which it was supposed for the agency she's working on. One of the officers stood up from their seats the minute they saw the young girl holding their orders in neatly packaged boxes and placed in plastics that were easy to carry for the young girl. She managed to offer the remaining ones to her co-workers, including one very happy Leroy who managed to get a catch of his sushi order from her, after knowing her cooking skills were, he didn't hesitate to grab a snack from it. And eventually he was the last one to get his box as Leroy managed to grab it with a cheeky smile which Lynette gave a chuckle.

"Sup, Lynn. Busy as usual, eh?" He smiled as he held his sushi box with the usual smile which Lynette gave him a good laugh.

"The usual as you know it, but then again at least I'm busy for a while till a new case comes up soon." Lynette replied as she then checked on her list of orders, that seems to be the last one to be settled with.

"Sometimes you gotta get the flow you on the go, but then again. That's you being you, Lynn."

"The same goes for you when it comes to relaxing daily, I should probably have a small break or two."

"Haha! you gotta follow it the Leroy's style~!"

As the two fist-bumped each other, Lynette then took a turn within the workspace and eventually noticed that someone isn't here in the office while Leroy eventually opened his delivery and dig in with delight as he started chewing his food.

"I don't see Mellow around here.. Strange." Lynette stated as she mumbled, that is till Leroy answered her question.

"Oh about that, Little Mel is under the weather. So he's on leave due to catching a cold right now." The purple-haired male replied before he could take a bite of his food.

"He's sick today...? I see..." Lynette repeated after getting the news from him as she then saw Leroy and her other co-workers eating the delivered pick-up food, she was looking rather surprised to hear that coming from Leroy who is also Mellow's childhood best friend but remained calm afterward. The reaction was rather interesting to see from another's perspective. Leroy took a glimpse of her expression towards it and pretty much had an idea of it, because he saw an extra order that was meant for Mellow who isn't here in the office.

The thing was Mellow was Lynette's assistant on the job within the agency and its cases within this office by the two, despite the fact that he got the job from the help of Leroy without any rebuttal, he only worked as one of the assistants for a while... Except on that day when Lynette got in as a new detective from the recruiting by the chiefs of the agency Quinn and Henry, but the pink-haired girl's recruitment in the agency was rather a huge messy one due to a murder incident that Lynette was involved with before it went smoothly.... What's much more unfortunate is that the killer had clearly almost dragged both Mellow and Lynette into the mess as well but it was then both of their talents blossomed during the investigation. Lynette alongside with Mellow had to prove their innocence without backing out, what's more surprising is that Lynette also identified and caught the killer that led her on a chase at them which Mellow had to call back-up for assistance since Lynette herself was kind of take life-or-death risk which it was enough to worry for, poor Mellow had gotten to a nearly heart-attack from seeing it himself which led Leroy and the others knowing that girl has a strong sense of justice but in a cost price with her own life. But in the end with the arestment, Quinn had offered her a job and even let Mellow to be her assistant after that.

Henry and Leroy were wondering why he'd done it but, to Quinn who is odd in the eye but fun to hangout with but quite a troublesome fellow for Lynette's workload, he stated that he sees the potential in both of them as partners for incoming cases in the future, although the two couldn't get that question across but it seems that get got most of words, well that's for Leroy though not Henry who got confused but he went along with it in the end. And as a result, Lynette became one of the young recruits for the detective workload in the company with Mellow as her fleshed newly assistant. Of course, Lynette had apologized to him about the mess that happened since she was waiting for a chance to talk to him but Mellow told her that none of it was her fault and this resulted for the two to become friends afterward and eventually worked for the agency. Though a few such as Leroy and Quinn might have noticed but then- there's something else that had blossomed aside from their potential as well but Lynette didn't see it.

"Man, I thought he was around in the office by this hour... But nevermind, I still need to deliver mushroom stew to him before it gets wasted." Lynette muttered as she looked at the last box which was meant for Mellow, but since he was sick and on temporary leave due to his fever Lynette was rather stuck.

"Well then, how about drop by his place?" Leroy stated that Lynette turned around by the time he said his word, eventually he was almost finishing his plate.

"Guess that's quicker to finish the job, but I don't know his address and location though..." Lynette stated as Leroy then stood up from his seat and then took a piece of paper and then wrote it down with a pen, this made Lynette know that he was writing the address down for her.

"Here, I'm pretty sure you know where this neighborhood is, but his house is on the right side near where the general park is," Leroy replied as he handed the paper to Lynette she looked at the address as Leroy explained where to start looking around the neighborhood, eventually Lynette her thanks to him as she left the office with her scooter to mark her last delivery.

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Passing by the quiet town of the neighborhood within the written address from Leroy, Lynette noticed the sunsetting within the atmosphere which made the lovely neighborhood in the city rather beautiful to look at. This neighborhood is located to where the lighthouse is across the island nearby at the west in this neighborhood, which is why it has said to believed to be the best spot for romantic dates for a couple's aniversary day. The pink-haired girl was admiring the view from her scooter as she drove around the neighborhood as she looked from house to house till she arrived at the last one which it was colored red and was filled with gardens of crops and flowers, she then had arrived at her stop.

"...so, this is Mellow's home." She muttered under her breath, apparently she's okay on visiting her friends houses whenever a delivery is over for her stead, but she never stepped foot in a boy's house before such like Mellow or her other male co-workers back in the agency, most of her stay houses were her female buddies on her break stead. Lynette then went up to the door and eventually rang the doorbell and was about to wait but instead the door opened, there stood a red-haired woman who seems to be similar to Mellow's red hair, the sudden surprise startled Lynette as held Mellow's food box order, eventually the red-haired woman was surprised to see a visitor this hour of the sunsetting but it was then she recognized the box that she was holding and eventually noticed her startled face.

"Are you the delivery woman for my son's food?" She asked which Lynette had silently nodded.

"Yes, I am.." Lynette muttered, trying to recover from the surprise that happened earlier. It was then she was greeted with a gentle smile.

"I see, my poor son was hoping for his delivery that he couldn't leave the bed since he needed to rest, but I thank you, young lady." The woman replied looking rather worried for her son, which it was enough to Lynette to puzzle it in her mind, the woman standing at the door here is Mellow's mother.

"I see..."

"By any chance.. Are you the detective that my son has been paired with?"

"...uh- yes...? It's hard to explain- Especially the mess that was settling on me-"

"To think my son has met a fine young girl like you! I was wondering what kind of girl you were after he'd mentioned that his partner was a girl. But you're absolutely adorable!"

The pink-haired girl then eventually stayed pure silent as she looked of how happy Mrs. Mildew was, even her , Lynette was not expecting this sudden sunset event after her busy morning and afternoon till night routine. Despite herself, this was the first time for her... Well someone from Mellow's family that is. The girl has no idea of what to say next since the conversation had go keep going. But before she could talk, Mrs. Mildew then spoke another question.

"Are you planning on heading back, my dear?"

"Yeah, it's getting late for me right now, I'll be heading back to my home now-"

"It won't be much but, would you like to join for dinner tonight?"

".... Huh? Join you... For dinner?"

This was eventually sudden for Lynette, she was invited to dinner... In the Mildew household? As if her brain was trying to process a bit, she then blinked as Mrs. Mildew answered her question after that.

"Of course, my sister and husband won't mind a visitor like you joining us for tonight, and surely my son will be surprised to see you once he wakes from his bed!" Mrs. Mildew explained, which Lynette was rattled but then again she can't refused her invitation. Huffing at least one breath, Lynette agreed to her invitation as Mrs. Mildew offered her inside of the house as the sun then set from the view.

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Mellow eventually sighed while sweating and in a bright feverish red color around his cheeks, laying on his bed in his room as he noticed the day slowly ended as night time entered. He cough this fever during the rain on his weekends till the next morning his aunt noticed his being drowsy and feverish which resulted him to take the leave from the agency. He was awake for a while till then he felt drowsy and fell asleep to rest more after taking his medicine that his father gave him. Mellow felt pretty much on himself rather stupid for getting soaked on the rain and now he got this situation. Plus, he was supposed to pick up his delivery order from Lynette back from the agency and wondered if she ever got it delivered here in his house, but then again he didn't give her his home address and wondered for a while...

In his bedroom, the lights were turned off but the fireflies light around at some parts of his room were light up in a soft dim glow, just to soothe the red-haired boy's eyes from the brightness from turning on the lights if he ever flipped the switch to turn on the lights or nor, however he feels that his fever is being effected by the medicine he took earlier but Mellow was still drowsy as his eyes were closed as time then eventually passed on, but little did he know that something rather happened while he was resting on his bed for the whole afternoon till sunset.

He was sleeping on the other side of his bed near at the wall, sleeping soundly and in peace but little did he know that an hour ago while sleeping to rest for a while, something or someone entered in the dim room rather unannounced, well more like they stood behind the bed as they eventually only sat beside the bedside and eventually fell asleep alongside with him...

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About two whole hours has passed as nightfall entered with the full moon appearing in the dark sky as the lights then filled up from one after another, and eventually Mellow slowly woke up from his long hour nap, he then touched his forehead and realized that his fever eventually died down and went back to his normal body temperature. He sighed in relief that his fever is now gone and eventually glad, he could go back to work and will pick up his delivery tomorrow... Or so as he thought as he was about to reach for his lights with a flip of his fingers- a sudden surprise awaited for... Two.

Once Mellow turn on his lights in a very drowsy state, he was now facing rather another face near his bedside of his bedroom. A certain pink-haired girl was also napping peacefully but only her head on the mattress alongside with her arms as the rest of her body laid on the floor, but the pink-haired girl's face was covered with her arms but as the lights were turned on, caused her to flinch- as the two drowsy ones looked at each face to face.

Both eyes went wide awake immediately.

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH-!!!!"

Mellow was startled as Lynette backed herself away from him, causing both faces to be rather flushed in both pink and red. Well for likely more for Mellow than Lynette though if you think of the picture here.

"L-L-L-LYNETTE?! WHA- I- HOW DID YOU-?!" Mellow stuttered, becoming much more red to match to his red-colored hair, he wasn't expecting to see his detective partner in his house- no, in his own bedroom right now. His eyes surely went spiralling immediately as Lynette got her composure back.

"Mellow! There's an explanation for all of it, and please don't pass out or you won't hear it from my perspective!" Lynette yelled back, as Mellow then eventually stopped himself as Lynette explained what had led her here to his house. Eventually this led him to know the whole picture afterward. This called Mellow down as he took a breath to calm down. But the atmosphere in the room felt rather awkward for him now that she's here...

To tell the truth in his POV by eye of vision or mind of thinking, ever since he first met her back on that highschool case months ago, truly it was nothing more than serious mixed with chaos in between for much that Mellow couldn't handle it but that's when he met Lynette midway in the process till they got dragged into more trouble than before... But the sheer minute he witnesses of her life-or-death risks during the arrestment of the true culprit, Mellow couldn't help but get into rather twenty-five stages of shocks mixed in grief of worries and many more. He could have gotten another heart attack if it weren't for the other officers in the agency to finish the work right after Lynette and her deductions alongside with Mellow with his assistance by each suspects. Mellow wasn't expecting to become her assistance and partner in hand afterward, well as time goes by... He eventually gained rather a simple crush on her but then it turned into true feelings of love after she managed to rescue him during on a bombing case and stayed by his side at the office till nightfall, naturally he fell for her actions and personality of a human being but Lynette was a bit dense like a rock for herself to notice something he's taking his time to prepare. He'd still remember those crazy memories with her during work and free time but didn't managed himself to find the courage to confess to her himself but he needed the timing... But it always gets stopped by work or chaos piling up much for his luck for everytime as he tried.

But she's invited in his own house by his mother, which it crumbled him as he can feel his heart beating out of rhythm and is about to explode but Lynette took the word to break off the silence.

"You seems to feel better Mel, how's recovery going for you?" She asked as she shook her head, taking this conversation slow and steady.

"Y-Yeah... My temperature lowered a bit so I'm okay now, sorry to worry you. Did I missed anything back from the agency?" Mellow replied as he pick up his glasses that were nearby at his desk.

"No, just usual paperwork but due to your sick leave it's being handled by Quinn for now, so you're okay till you get back in top shape." Lynette stated as she sat herself down properly to make herself comfortable.

"Ah... I see. But Lynn... It's hard to believe that you're in my room, you know..." The red-haired boy muttered rather in a shy voice.

"Well about that- Your mother alongside with your aunt had invited and agreed for me to join you and your family for dinner for tonight." Lynette mentioned as she avoided eye-contact as Mellow eyes went wide the minute she'd spoke it.

"Huh?! My mom-?!"

"Mel, I can't turn her down like that!!"

"I know! But-"

"Wait just a minute. Mel don't move."

Before another word was spoke Lynette stood up, it looks like she'd noticed something that was off of place which Mellow eventually stopped his words as he noticed her coming forward which his heart then went out of hand.

"L-Lynn..?" Mellow spoke which it sounds like a stutter of missing words as she reached her hand out for his hair, making him flushed in red and wondered what she's doing.

"There's a speck on your head, don't move for a bit." Lynette then went through his hair to get the dust of his head, her balance was tipped over due to the floor since she was wearing socks- causing the pink-haired girl to lose her balance on her stance on the bed and tripped over on the red-haired boy. Which caused the two to panick and scream again once more... The situation became... Different.

Lynette managed to stop her herself from landing on Mellow's body but as her eyes we're closed shut till she stopped the impact on herself- but as she opened her eyes, there stood herself on top of him, seeing Mellow's flushed red face but to her it looked rather...charming in her perspective. Mellow also opened his eyes as well to find Lynette's startled but for him it was... Very attractive than her positive cuteness. But they went back to reality like a snap, both stayed silent as their faces didn't flushed as much like before because it was too close of their faces to handle but this?

Was a hold new different level for them .

"..................eh? Wha-"

Before they say another word, both eyes went wide to realize but then they heard footsteps coming- The one who opened the door was eventually Mellow's father, who looked rather in concern due to the double screams that he and his wife and sister-in-law kept hearing from the kitchen and dinner room. But when he opened the door just to see Mellow still on the bed but stood up in a sitting position and Lynette distanced herself away from Mellow just as the door opened. The two were sweating and red which made Mr. Mildew pretty confused of the situation.

"Son? Is everything okay? We hear you both screaming.." The father asked, which he pretty much went confused to see their red faces flushed more than the previous ones.

"N-Nothing Dad... Just an accident or two... It wasn't serious..." Mellow stampered, hoping to hide what had actually happened as Lynette stayed in pure silent.

"I see... For some reason, you both looked like there was euphoria being settled here... Or was I seeing things?" Mr. Mildew added, which the arrow had been struck by the two or a giant rock crashed their mind which caused them to say silently no at him quickly as they could, hoping really he doesn't get the wrong idea.

"Maybe not, but I'm here telling you both that dinner is almost finished. We'll call you down afterward." The man mentioned as he then left the room with footsteps being heard going down stairs. Both Lynette and Mellow sighed in relief... But with the word 'euphoria' was enough to cause the two to shake and sweat a lot, which it sounds like they were both crossing the deed.... Which it was not true.

".......sorry about before. Slippery on socks on floors." Lynette spoke which it was an apology.

"...it was an accident, it's nothing to be sorry about..." Mellow replied back as the two then looked at each other in the eye directly in contact, then Lynette laughed awkwardly as she then flashed an awkward-like smile at Mellow.

"Anyways, put all of that aside... I'd look forward to dinner fun with you tonight... If it's not much.."

"....yeah. You'll be just okay.."

As a simple day turns into a night of a ball between them once they were called down for dinner, to the both...?

The heart lies to where it's going...

[yellowbunnydreams]

The Blood Runs Thicker (part 18) ~vampire!William Afton x F! Reader~

~I have many plans for this series still! I wanted to thank everybody for their continued support.~

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CW:Minors DNI, (18+ ONLY), Female Reader, legal age gap (Reader- 20's, William - ??), graphic acts of violence, biting, knife-play, blood, blood-drinking/licking, mention of dead children, anaemia. Mentions of torture. Drama/Angst. Possessive behaviour, choking, hickeys, murder, intoxication/substance abuse

The car ride from Henry's was mostly silent.

William hadn't disclosed what he had done, and Henry had let them leave without much of a goodbye, only stopping to hand you his number 'in case you needed anything'. Staring out of the window, you watched as the sky got darker again, the deep indigo colour bleedings into the rose golds and violets of the setting sun across the Utah landscape. You wondered where you were heading, but you could feel the foul mood that William was in as he quietly simmered and gripped the steering wheel with white knuckles.

Eventually, he pulled into a motel parking lot, the low lighting making everything seem all too grimy as William got out of the car and slammed the door shut. You flinched, watching him leave as he headed towards the reception, leaving you to wait for him in the car.

It took less than five minutes for him to return, although he didn't head towards the car, but rather a room. You got out of his car and jogged over towards him as best as you could, feeling his scowl even though his face was turned away from you. He practically shouldered the door open when it didn't open immediately for him, holding it open and making a vague gesture for you to step inside.

The room was much like any other motel you'd seen the inside of. Beige upon beige and beige again, with a sickly yellow light that complimented nobody and turned what you supposed was meant to be a blue bed-spread into something sickly greenish. Although, you were surprised to see two single beds rather than a double. Raising an eyebrow at Afton, who had disappeared back to the car to grab a few bags and bringing them in before he closed the door with an air of finality.

"Where are we heading?" You asked finally, the first words that had been spoken since the house, and William paused, looking at part of the floor before shrugging his shoulders nochelantly.

"To see a friend." Was the curt reply, but you felt something boiling up inside you as you looked up at him. Making your heart pound loudly in your ears.

"See, the last time you said that, I found out you nearly ate another kid and instead paralysed her for life, and-"

"Shut up." He hissed, but you were too angry to stop, your arms flailing in agressive gesticulation.

"And your so-called 'friend' had been waiting to beat your ass for twenty years? He also figured out what you were and basically told you that you would never be friends agai-"

You didn't get to finish the sentence as William was suddenly on you and slamming you so hard into the thin plaster wall that you saw stars. His hand around your throat and squeezing tighter than would have perhaps been safe, your hands moving up to his and scratching and scrambling, trying to get him to loosen it as he growled in your face. His pupils were pin-pricks, hyper-focused on you as his lip curled up into a snarl.

"I said...SHUT. UP." Yelling the last two words with a shake of your weakening body as if the sudden outburst of violence hadn't punctuated the fact you should have listened before. "God, you are so fucking perfect aren't you? Like you've never made a mistake! You think I wanted to hurt kids?"

You couldn't answer, choking as your vision began to turn to a fuzzy black at the edges before William dropped you, leaving you gasping, curled in on yourself as you gripped onto the trashy carpet like it was your only life-line to keep you grounded. William stood over you and ran his hands through his hair, tousling the greying that would never grow further or go away as he closed his eyes and looked to the ceiling.

"Bunny..." He cooed after a moment, turning his head down to look at you, kneeling down and you saw something raw behind his eyes when you pushed yourself away from him. Your breathing hard as your hand moved up to your throat, it felt hard to breathe, and something didn't feel quite right internally. "Baby, I'm sorry."

"Let me help you. Please? I...I lost my temper, and I shouldn't have, you were right to be angry with my answer." His voice was still soft, reaching out to you, you tried to swallow and found it almost impossible as you let out a slightly gurgling wheeze, and deciding that you were still unsure about his mood swing, you took his hand cautiously.

William picked you up when you reached your hand out to him, putting you into his lap and cradling you against him as he sat on the nearest bed. Soothing your hair with one hand as he brought his other hand to his mouth, making your eyes widen in horror as he bit into his own wrist hard enough you could see a chunk come away with it that he didn't spit out. Lips and beard bloody as he pressed the profusely spurting tissue to your lips, realising he had torn open an artery. You refused to open your mouth, but William continued to soothe your hair.

"Bunny, drink up. You're....You're not going to become like me, you've healed this way before." He assured, and something desperate in his voice encouraged you to comply. Parting your lips and latching onto him, biting into his skin with a hiss of displeasure from him as you felt his body tensing up behind you. Fighting every instinct as you swallowed, your eyes flickering up to his face. "Yeah...Yeah I deserved that."

Surprisingly, after a few mouthfuls, it started to taste good. Something smoky and complex, rich and like a hint of the cinnamon sugar you had tasted in the tea at Henry's, but you practically whined as William took his wrist away from you. Blinking as you realised your vision felt different, like it was swimming slightly and the light was too bright, making you squint against it. William continued to soothe your hair.

"You can't have much more than that, bunny. You're already probably experiencing side-effects." He murmured against your head as he left a kiss against your hair. Your hand moved up to your throat before his large hands encircled your wrists and held you still from touching it. "Don't touch it for now, please? I'll turn off the lights for a bit, I need you to sleep for it to work best of all, I promise I'll be right here."

Afton slipped out from underneath you, and you shielded your eyes against the light as he walked over and flicked off the lights. Your eyes felt instantly better, and you swore you could hear a slowly thumping heart beat getting louder as you could make out William's steps getting closer.

"Why...?" Your voice was hoarse, and you heard William tutting as he gently guided you to lay down, taking off your shoes for you and wrapping the duvet cover around you. Hearing the mattress squeak under his weight and his hand returned to your hair.

"Because you're here. Because I couldn't express how many times I've thought of Charlie over the years and how much regret I've carried with me for the things I've done." His voice in the dark sounded...weak...sad. His fingers in your hair were the most gentle he'd ever been with you, and you found yourself closing your eyes to the gentle motion.

"Kids?"

"They were easiest to lure away. I couldn't....I tried not to leave everything behind. I tried not to give in to the hunger that I had developed seemingly overnight. When you turn, it's...it's intense. It's a hunger that gnaws at you and gnaws until there is nothing left but rage at everything. You're overstimulated. Lights suddenly hurt your eyes, sounds are too loud, people....People are a whole other overstimulating experience." He sighed, chewing his lip as he let the dark mask everything he was confessing like a comfort blanket.

"Charlie....Charlie was the first person I saw when I was dumped on my ass after trying to find food from an adult. You're so overwhelmed, your body is changing in ways you don't want or understand and that makes you vulnerable. I was half-feral with hunger, my ego had been bruised, and then there she was....I have regretted that day ever since. Every family I ruined because I was too overwhelmed to figure out how to feed safely and without people whilst I was young."

You reached out your hand from your little cocoon, and held onto his rough hand. Whilst your mind was still reeling from all the information, you could hear in his voice the real regret behind it. After a moment, he held onto yours too, his thumb stroking over the smoothness of your skin. He couldn't deny the sick part of him that thrilled at seeing you marked up and bruised because of him, but there was something simmering beneath it all that he hadn't felt in a very long time.

"Sorry...." The word came out weakly, and you realised how pathetic it was of you to forget that you were with a killer. Somebody who actively gained from hurting you. But you heard the tenderness in the dark, your mouth tasted more than copperish, surely he wouldn't have done such a thing if he truly believed your life wasn't worth it?

"No need bunny, I'm the one who should be sorry."

"You're...hurt...too..."

"Still not quite as good as our first meeting." You heard him chuckle as he gave your hand a squeeze, bringing it up his lips which felt unusually cool compared to how hot the vampire usually ran. Thinking back to when he had chased you down in the pizzeria and how you had fought tooth and nail, how you'd been the first to injure him in quite a while. "But yes, I've given a lot more blood than I'm usually comfortable with."

"Charlie...?"

It took William a moment to answer as he considered how to. You weren't stupid, no matter how many times he called you his dumb bunny, or tutted and rolled his eyes like it was obvious. You had been scared, naturally, but it had developed either in Stockholm Syndrome trust in him or something had genuinely happened for him to earn your trust, but you had been more receptively curious about it all. You had asked questions, even if Michael had been your original tutor, which he regretted allow to happen.

"It won't be quick. But...Since I heal, and whatever consumes my blood heals...as long as she remembers, as long as Henry follows my instructions, she will recover. She will be broken to be mended, and I hope Henry has the strength to do it." His voice was soft, almost whistful as he held onto your hand. Bringing it back up to his lips and kissing your palm before he shuffled around and left the bed, leaving you alone as you heard the other bed creaking quietly.

You could feel those silver eyes on your in the dark as your own eyes began to flutter shut, breathing deepening as something akin to calmness swept over you. It wasn't the euphoria that Michael had provided, it was something warmer still.

It was honesty between equals.

The sunlight streaming in the next day when you woke you up, hearing the birds chirping outside as you stirred from the too hard mattress that had worn down so you could feel each spring digging into your sides. Everything still felt mildly too bright, but it was certainly a lot better than the night before, where it felt like your head might explode if you accidentally looked at the bare lightbulb hanging from the ceiling.

Looking over to William in the next bed over, you noticed how he was laid flat on his back, a book laid across his chest and his glasses still on. But his chest didn't seem to be moving, and you were never sure if the vampire was sleeping or not, you'd learned that lesson the hard way.

William didn't stir, and so you slipped out of your bed, carefully picking up the book and marking the page with a small dog-ear and carefully reaching up to take his glasses from his face. Placing the gold aviators on top of the book on the bedside table, you stood over him for a few moments.

It would be all too easy for you to grab something sharp and attempt to end him.

Thinking for a moment, you decided that you didn't have the heart to carry out such a threat in your heart of hearts. Grabbing the covers from your bed, you shuffled over and climbed onto the bed next to him. Precariously perched on the edge, you froze as William shifted and wrapped his arms around you, pulling the blanket over both of you and cradling you to his chest. He didn't seem to move otherwise, and you felt your heart pounding as you worried you were about to get into trouble.

The vampire sighed and kissed the top of your head, squeezing you softly. Your name falling from his lips quietly, the first time he had used it in a while, the sound of his deep, gravelly voice filled with sleep and murmuring your name sent butterflies into your stomach.

He settled back down once again, and you felt your own eyes growing heavy again as he held you close. But you decided that you needed to do something rather than fall asleep again, tilting your head up to give William a kiss on his cheek and smiling softly as he groaned whilst you wriggled out of his arms. Making sure to tuck him back into the covers before you headed towards to bathroom to freshen up.

Glancing up at the clock on the wall once you'd finished showering, you were surprised to find that it was late afternoon, and not in fact, morning. Blinking as you wondered how long you had slept, and how William was still asleep. He looked peaceful, but you could see the bruising still settled under his skin and beard, and the wound on his wrist had been bound up, but a quick peek told you that there was still a significant wound even if it wasn't bleeding anymore.

He needed to eat, you needed to as well. But you knew he had been reserved on feeding off of you for a few days now, even though you weren't quite sure why.

It took you all of twenty-five minutes to think of a plan.

Taking some cash from William's wallet, you grabbed a pen and paper and wrote out everything you were planning on doing, you just hoped that William would wake up in time, and where you were going. Apologising for taking money, but explaining the reasons as you knew he would approve of them once he'd read the note.

Grabbing a brochure from the table, you tucked it into your pocket, put on your shoes and grabbed a little extra cash for a safety buffer. Heading out of the motel and into the wide world beyond.

It was lucky that the motel was on the outskirts of some city that you didn't recognise, and you were able to get the bus into the heart of it. There were so many people, and you weren't sure how you were going to navigate the plan successfully, but you were determined to try.

You had to after all, you wanted to see that proud smile on William's face again and hear him tell you that you were his clever bunny again.

Once night fall had arrived, your plan had been set into motion.

You had spent the day wandering the city and managing to slowly make your way around various drug stores, testing make-up as you went until you had a full face of it. A sample of perfume had also been obtained from some store under the pretence of making sure that your boyfriend liked it before buying the whole bottle. You'd bought yourself some food, eating something slightly unhealthy but filling as you knew William wouldn't have approved of you eating too much fast food.

But your main purchase of the day had been a burner phone, a dress and some heels.

You headed to one of the more popular nightclubs in the city, stopping in a dark alleyway along the way and changing out into the dress and heels carefully. Placing them into a bag you managed to secret away, you fluffed your hair and made sure that if felt alright before you headed towards the nightclub and flirted just enough with the bouncer to get you in without the cover fee.

The dress you had chosen for the evening was a long sleeved, black number that hugged your bust and flared at your waist with a slit up to your hip on one side. There were black sequins and golden thread weaved together in some intricate design you hadn't paid much attention to, but combined with the black heels you had found, you had achieved your goal of looking like sex incarnate.

The night was barely beginning, and so you slipped into the bathroom and scrawled the number of the disposable cell onto the wall in black sharpie with 'call for a good time' written above it.

Nobody even noticed you slipping out of the men's room as the club filled up.

You mingled easily, keeping a drink that you slowly sipped through the evening, feeling the bass pounding in your chest to mask your rushing pulse, eyes scanning the crowds as you wondered if the plan would work.

When the phone began to ring in the little purse you had bought, you knew it would.

You purposely didn't answer it, letting it ring and ring on the lowest sound volume that you could, nobody seemed to notice and you had no doubts that there were some frustrated voicemails left on there that would never be found. But you were looking for one type of individual in particular, the one that wouldn't take 'no' for an answer and would feel angry that such a service had been denied to them.

A movement in the throng of bodies caught your eye and you tried hard not to light up. There they were, a man who looked older than the usual crowd of people gathered, who you had noticed getting closer to girls who looked about your age during the time you had been there. Occassionally pulling his phone up to his ear and looking around like he was searching for something. There could have been something innocent about it, perhaps he was looking for a daughter that had snuck out, or was there to pick up somebody too intoxicated to stand.

But the rage in his eyes told you different.

During the other daylight hours, you had found a quiet public library to research at whilst you snuck some snacks in to tide yourself over. You had been looking at true crime, the type of thing that was put to court with stalkers, or that made police go 'what were they doing there?'. Something about being around William Afton and remembering that night you had lured the receptionist to his untimely demise had sparked something in the back of your darkest mind. You could help him, you could make sure that whilst he was refusing to feed from you, you didn't have to live with the guilt of stealing from hospitals and blood banks.

There were people you could help that you would never see by removing certain people from the world's equation.

He was scouring for his prize, unaware of the trap that was being laid carefully for him. You pretended not to watch as he drew closer, waiting until he was practically next to you and rang the number once again, you could practically feel the testosterone pumping in what he probably considered a peak predatory body.

Oh how wrong he was.

Your fingers clutched the phone delicately as you looked at the screen and declined the call. Tipping back the last of your drink and heading towards the back door of the nightclub. His seething rage was almost hot against your back as he realised he was being purposely ignored.

He would follow, of that you were certain.

Bursting into the back alley, you paused for a deep breath before you swayed down the alleyway, pretending to have had too much to drink as you heard the door opening and closing behind you once again. Your heart was pounding much louder in your ears as you tried to focus on the end of the alleyway.

One step.

He was gaining on you.

Second step.

You could hear his heavy breathing. But you needed to keep an even pace.

Third step.

His fingers reached out to brush your hair as he managed to step in time behind you, trying to mask his footsteps.

The strangled yelp behind you and the sudden absence of presence caused you to stop and turn around.

William Afton stood in the dark, his head buried into the shoulder of the man who had followed you from the nightclub. The same man now had wide eyes and was scrambling to try and push the vampire off of him, but William simply yanked his head back and growled. You'd never seen what it looked like from the outside, but to all intents and purposes, it looke almost peacefully intimate.

Apart from the red blooming across his light coloured shirt.

It took a surprisingly long time as you kept watch, leaning against the wall of the alleyway. First came the lethargy, followed by the strength of his hands failing as he continued to try and push William away. Third, his breath became shallow and weak, his skin turning greyish-yellow. William had to wrap his hand around his chest to keep him upright as it seemed like his body was failing to keep him upright as the stranger's head slowly nodded forwards, or rather, rolled. Eyes unfocused and glassy, staring into you, or rather through you as the light flickered out.

Part of you felt sick with yourself that you had let another human being die in front of you.

Another part was quietly content, like a faint hum in the back of your ears that didn't quite sound like anything.

William dropped the corpse onto the ground, his face and beard smeared with blood as he took a moment to focus. His body was shaking with adrenaline, pupils blown out as he tried to reign in the impulse to go after you next. He was not used to living bodies next to him after he had finished, and the man you had lured had been filled with adrenaline and rage. Vampires always got doses of the hormones and chemicals that their victims had when they were fed upon, some got a rush out of it. But Afton didn't want to hurt you.

You looked so pretty, standing there in that dress in the low light, red neon highlighting you from behind.

He stalked towards you, making your heart race slightly as he looked so predatory in that moment that whatever feelings you had developed towards him were temporarily overridden by that primal fear.

His large, calloused hands settled on your hips, pulling you roughly against his chest and looking down at you. Not noticing how he smeared crimson against the sequins and fabric, incriminating you, marking you in a dead man's blood.

"You play a very fucking dangerous game." He growled, making the hair on the back of your neck stand up and you placed your hands against his chest, feeling the warmth through the tshirt he had worn.

"I wanted to surprise you." He tilted his head at your answer, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips, betraying his serious expression.

"Surprise me? You could have gotten yourself killed, or worse, stupid little bunny." He brought his head closer, nuzzling into your neck and breathing deep, feeling himself nipping and licking at your skin. "What if another of my kind had found you?"

"Then I would have tried to hold onto until you could come."

"What if I had to turn you to save you?"

"William, I've just lured somebody to their death for you. I'm not...It feels strange still, but I figured that this was the best way. I could get used to it." Your breath was shakey as William hummed against you before gently cradling your head and sucking on the spot where your shoulder met your neck. Making you gasp as you held onto him.

"You're a good girl, do you know that bunny? You're my good girl." He whispered, licking up your neck before nipping at your ear, feeling his stubble scratch against you. You felt like you were on fire, that you would burn up if you didn't do something."

William silence any thoughts you may have had as he cupped your chin with his forefinger and thumb, kissing you softly. Surprisingly so. But your lips moved against his after only a moment of pause, he tasted like iron. But there was something under it, something spiced and heady that made your head feel like it was spinning as he ran his tongue against your lip and asked to deepen it. Allowing him to do so as he grabbed you tighter to him. Everything about the movement was slow and sensual, a side you didn't know William Afton had, it made your knees weak and you clung onto him like he was your only life-line.

After too short a time, he parted from you. Leaving bloody saliva trailing between you as he cupped your face adoringly, searching your eyes before chuckling darkly.

"Oh you can taste him, can't you, bunny? You're still experiencing side effects from my blood. Don't worry little one, I don't plan on being greedy tonight." Chuckling as he reached into your bag and pulled out the burner phone, sending off a rapid fire text as he hugged you to his side.

"That's...him?"

"Oh yes...hmm..I wonder if I can get you to understand why you drive me so fucking crazy. What a rare little opportunity my dumb little bunny might get to taste herseld twice." Throwing the phone into a nearby dumpster, he guided you towards the darker end of the alleyway, away from the nightlife and crowds.

"William?"

"Don't you get it sweetheart? I'm going to eat you in more than one way tonight, and I want you to see how you drive me feral." Growling playfully, he pulled you in against him again in a kiss. Nipping at your lip and making you flinch as the blood pearled up on your skin, watching the vampire lick his teeth as he held onto you tightly.

"You're mine. And only mine, sweet little thing." He whispered, kissing the top of your head as you passed dark windows where his reflection didn't show.

[bumblesimagines]

The Sun and Moon

Part 10

Request: Yes or No

Double digits! Not my fav part

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The fire released a soft crackling noise, its flames licking at the cobble walls of the fireplace. Fire reminded him of many things but primarily love. Beautiful, destructive, and inviting. A warmth that enveloped the body just right, leaving it cozy and safe. But the slightest mistake could result in so much pain. 

Sinking into his chair, (Y/N) studied the drawing in hand, tracing the lines with his finger. It felt as if years had passed since he'd first begun it. Back when he'd been clueless about the incoming pain and heartache. He'd depicted Anthony with a soft smile and gentle features, as all the paintings he'd seen of him had shown him with the same expression; a solemn frown and hard eyes. But perhaps he'd been wrong in portraying him in such a kind light. 

His fingers traced the top of the paper and in one swift motion, he tore the page from the sketchbook. Setting the book aside and holding the paper up to the light emitted from the fire, (Y/N) felt his jaw clench and a surge of heat go through his body. He'd been a fool, he decided then and there. But as much as he desired to crumple up the paper and toss it into the hungry flames, his fingers refused to budge, unable to even crinkle the paper. 

Feeling his lips begin to tremble, he dropped his arm back onto his lap as hot tears clouded his vision. "Lord, this is pathetic." He muttered softly, using the armrests to push himself up into a proper sitting position. He sniffled as he stared down at the paper, remembering all the times Anthony had smiled at him. Had everything been a lie? His words the night before? 

"Mistakes are a part of life, sir." 

"God, Theodore!" The flinch that wrecked his body had been hard enough to cause him some mild back pain, a shakey scoff leaving his lips as he turned his head to look at the butler. The corner of the man's lips twitched into an amused smirk and he cleared his throat, striding into the room and setting down a cup of tea.

"Apologies." 

"Right." (Y/N) rubbed at his chest, feeling his heart drumming against his skin. He reached for the cup, picking it up, and bringing it to his lips. He allowed the steam to caress his skin before he took a sip, feeling a sweet warmth spread through his body and relax his muscles. 

"Your parents will be promenading by the lake today. Perhaps you'd like to attend? Some fresh air would do you some good." Theodore approached the curtains and pulled them open, letting the sunlight pour into the room despite (Y/N)s' grunt of disapproval.

"I don't th-"

"You should." Theodore interrupted, more softly. 

"What if he attends?" (Y/N) sighed, looking at the older man with a frown, eyes threatening to water once more. 

"It will not matter because you are a Granville and you won't let some silly man dampen your mood," Theodore responded, lifting his bushy gray brows and setting a hand on his shoulder. "You're strong, (Y/N). This will pass, but it'll only do so if you keep your head high and march on."

"What if I'm not strong enough?"

"You are and always will be." 

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Theodore had been right. The fresh afternoon air had been exactly what (Y/N) needed to soothe his aching heart. He smiled as some children raced by him, carefree and happy. He felt the need to crawl back under the covers slip away, the singing birds occupying his mind as he walked alongside his parents. 

"Did you hear Her Majesty will be hosting the wedding?" Ah, but of course, it wouldn't be a day in the ton if he didn't overhear some gossip. It didn't take a genius to pinpoint who the three ladies were whispering about.

"Well, of course, she is." One of them nodded. "It is the Viscount Bridgerton."

"And she's the diamond!" Another one added, shoving a savory biscuit in her mouth. "I just know they'll have the most beautiful children."

"Is that Lady Danbury?" Lucy abruptly tugged her son further away from the ladies. "Ah, and Miss Sharma! Darling, why don't you say hi?" She urged with a smile.

"Yes, of course." (Y/N) nodded, casting a glance over at the three women before making his way toward the two. Lady Danbury stood out against the crowd. Clad in her typical shade of maroon, she held an aura of power and authority. An aura Kate would surely have some day.

"Miss Sharma, Lady Danbury." He greeted, stopping to stand a few feet away from them. Kate whirled around with wide eyes, looking him over for a moment before a smile broke out on her face. 

"Mr. Granville." She breathed, clasping her gloved hands together and clearing her throat, soothing her excitement at seeing him. "I'm pleased to see you. I heard you've been feeling ill. I would've sent some medicine if I'd known sooner." 

"Ah, yes." He had his parents to thank for that little white lie, although he supposed staying in bed for two days straight would make him being 'ill' believable. "I feel much better."

"I'm glad." Kate nodded, strands of wavy black hair bouncing against her temple. Her lips parted as if she wished to say more, but her gaze flickered around to the people around them, and (Y/N) understood whatever she wished to say was for his ears only.

"Why don't the two of you take a turn around the lake?" Lady Danbury proposed with a lifted brow and (Y/N) swallowed when he felt her piercing stare settle on him. 

"That'd be lovely." He smiled and offered Kate his hand, eager to step away from the intimidating woman who seemed less than thrilled by his presence. She'd no doubt sniffed out at least some of the tension between him and Anthony.

"Very well." Kate nodded and looped her arm around his, wrapping her fingers around his elbow.

"How have you been?" Kate asked quietly once they had put some distance between themselves and Lady Danbury. Her eyes softened as she studied his face.

"Not well, to be honest." (Y/N) answered truthfully, feeling a sense of dread as they stepped closer and closer to the couple everyone kept whispering about. "But, I'm feeling much better today."

"Good." Kate smiled, squeezing his elbow. Kates' presence soothed him, giving him the strength to keep his head high as they passed by the couple. Violet noticed them, eyes twinkling as she made eye contact with (Y/N).

"It's lovely to see you, dear!" Violet beamed. "Hyacinth and Gregory have been asking about you. We're hoping you'll visit us soon, though I understand if you're busy." Her gaze flickered to Kate and a giddy smile appeared on her face. 

"I'll try to stop by soon, Lady Bridgerton." (Y/N) assured with a chuckle, addressing Edwina with a smile and looking forward again. Anthonys' soft sigh fell on deaf ears.

"I can't imagine what it must be like to face him after everything," Kate muttered, glancing over her shoulder at the man in question, eyes narrowing into a glare. "How are you not angry?"

"I'm sure the anger will set in soon." (Y/N) replied, stepping onto the wooden dock and nearing one of the arriving boats. Moving away from Kate, he waited for the couple to climb out before offering her his hand and helping her get in. Once he knew Kate was safely sitting on the dark blue cushion, (Y/N) stepped down and sat across from her, feeling eyes burn into the side of his head. 

"Only a man as arrogant as him would have the nerve to be jealous," Kate muttered angrily as she slid the purple gloves off her hands and set them on her lap, smoothing out the skirt of her dress. She looked up and returned Anthonys' glare with one of her own, huffing softly and brushing back a strand of her hair.

But, (Y/N) wasn't interested in talking about Anthony. No, he wanted to think about everything but him. For too long he'd allowed the Bridgerton to occupy space in his mind. He knew the answers he wanted from Anthony would no doubt only cause him more hurt. He'd been too blinded by the desire to see how far he could go with Anthony, and even after promising himself and his father he wouldn't get his heart broken...

"Tell me about India, Kate." (Y/N) took the paddles into each hand and began rowing, pushing the boat away from the dock and into open water.

Anthony's grip on his wrist tightened as he watched (Y/N) and Kate laugh together. Edwinas' comment about how them 'making a handsome couple' hadn't slipped by unnoticed and instead ran circles in his mind. The two had spent an awful lot of time together, both in public and private. He couldn't help but think back on when the two had snuck away. They were both intelligent enough to know if they'd been spotted by anyone else, they would've been urged to marry. Perhaps they wanted that. Perhaps Kate had weaseled her way-

No, no. Anthony shut his eyes and inhaled, relaxing his jaw and breathing out softly. The two were merely friends, and even if there was something more between them, Anthony couldn't be bitter about it. Not with his wife-to-be standing right beside him, gleefully looking on and gushing about the possibilities, completely blind to the way her sister glared at him and (Y/N) avoided looking at him. Besides, Edwina wanted him and Kate to get along more. They would be uniting as a family, after all.

"Shall we meet them at the docks?" Edwina asked when she noticed what had his attention, feet already beginning to guide her toward the two as their boat neared the dock. Anthony silently followed her, reminding himself he was engaged and had no say over who (Y/N) wished to court or befriend, but it came to a screeching halt when he noticed who else had been waiting by at the docks. Thomas Dorest. At first, he assumed the man had been waiting for Kate, but his brows furrowed as he watched him crouch down and offer to tie the boat up for (Y/N), their faces rather close as Thomas showed him how to do it properly. Too close. 

"I see you are smiling, Didi," Edwina called teasingly. "See the amusements London has to offer?"

"There's water, too, in India," Kate responded through gritted teeth, no doubt exhausted by Edwina's wishes for her to remain in London after the wedding.

"That knot will never hold." Anthony pointed out, stepping closer and motioning for Thomas to move away. He crouched down and adjusted the rope, lifting his eyes to meet (Y/N)s. The painter held his gaze for a moment before looking away, a small frown tugging at his lips. Anthony swallowed and ignored the way his heart squeezed at his reaction. 

"You must tell me more about the art in India." (Y/N) said, rising from his seat and waiting for Kate to step onto the dock with the help of Thomas. He stepped onto the dock, glancing at his elbow when Anthonys' fingers cupped around it.

"I'm perfectly capable of getting out without help, Anthony." (Y/N) muttered quietly.

"(Y/N), I-" Anthony sighed, taking a step back only for the back of his foot to bump into Newton. His fingers instinctively latched onto (Y/N)s arm, back colliding with Thomas, and with a big splash, all three men fell into the murky waters of the lake. Resurfacing with a soft gasp, he planted his feet on the ground and brushed back his dripping hair. Blinking, he took a moment to process what'd happened before snorting. 

"Certainly refreshing on a hot day like this." (Y/N) laughed and heaved himself up onto the dock, his drenched clothes weighing him down significantly. (Y/N) stood up and slid off his coat, feeling his undershirt stick to his skin. Stepping toward the edge of the dock, he curled parts of his coat, squeezing water out of the fabric.

"Are you alright?" Anthony breathily asked as he got onto the dock, coat and tie already shed and tossed aside.

"Yes, I'm fine." (Y/N) chuckled and looked at him, feeling his breath hitch when he noticed Anthonys' shirt had become see-through and his sculpted abs had been put on display for everyone to gawk at. Lifting his gaze, he felt heat spread through his face as he took in Anthonys' smirk.

Turning away from the man and spotting his parents in the crowd, he made a beeline toward them before Anthony could get a word in. His mother held her fan over the bottom half of her face, shoulders shaking lightly from laughter whilst Henry cocked his head and looked him over with a wide grin.

"Went for a swim, eh?"

"Hilarious." He responded, shaking his head and spraying droplets of water onto his unsuspecting parents, just as Poppy did whenever she had to be bathed. Lucy gasped and covered her face with her fan, reeling back from the cold water. Huffing softly, she folded her fan and whacked (Y/N)s' arm with it as her son and husband snickered.

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"I lost you to Anthony and now Miss Sharma." Benedict groaned, placing a hand over his heart and sighing dramatically. 

"Oh, hush, Benedict." (Y/N) chuckled as he poured himself another cup of bourbon. "You speak as if you're completely alone. Weren't you just telling me about the gorgeous young lady you met? Tessa, was it?"

"Oh, yes, you'd love her." Benedict smiled, appearing quite taken by the model. One would've thought he had met a goddess from the way he described her. A young woman who attended art classes under the guise of being a model. Smart, talented, and charming. Perhaps Benedict had a type.

Swirling the bourbon in his cup, Benedict raised it to his lips and drank before swiping his tongue over his lips and lifting his gaze to look at (Y/N). The painter took a seat across from Benedict, quirking a brow at his friends' expression. "Something on your mind, Benedict?"

"What happened?" He questioned softly. "Between you and Anthony?"

"Nothi-"

"One moment you two are running off like children and then the next he avoids you completely only to leave the room the moment you do. What happened, (Y/N)? Tell me the truth." Benedict placed his cup on the table between them, resting his arms on his knees as he waited for an explanation. 

But (Y/N) remained silent. He stared down at the honey-colored liquid and rubbed his finger against the glass. Anthony had hurt him, yes, but he didn't wish to taint Benedicts' image of him. Despite everything, despite the heartbreak and empty words, Anthony was a good man. A man who cared tremendously for his family, a man who would lay down his life for them, a man who would rather put aside his own feelings to keep them happy. (Y/N) knew that. But he also knew Benedict. The stubborn painter wouldn't stop until he figured out what had happened, and with that in mind, (Y/N) sighed and made eye contact.

"When I was stung, he was there. He panicked and wouldn't calm down so I... I kissed him to distract him. It is why he acted strangely the following days." (Y/N) spoke softly and slowly, picking his words carefully. "At the ball, I felt ill so I left to get some air and he followed to make sure I was alright. We spoke and... and I decided it'd be best for us to take some time apart. For the sake of our friendship and his engagement to Miss Edwina." 

"Is that all?" Benedicts' brows furrowed and (Y/N) nodded. Benedict didn't need the whole truth. It'd do more harm than good and the last thing Anthony needed was a rift between him and his brother.

"I... I care for Anthony, more than I should, but he does not care for me in that way. I know that and I hope that with time everything will return to normal, even if for a moment. Of course, by then he'll likely be married and Miss Edwina will be Lady Bridgerton." (Y/N) forced a chuckle and sipped on his bourbon, ignoring the way his heart curled into itself.

"And perhaps Miss Sharma will be Mrs. Granville," Benedict muttered, retrieving his glass and swallowing the last of his drink. (Y/N) stared at him dumbfoundedly, setting his glass down.

"What makes you say that?"

"Are you not courting her? Ever since Aubrey Hall, the ton has been gossiping about it. Lady Whistledown even mentioned it in one of her more recent pamphlets." Benedict scoffed and raised his brows. "I thought you enjoyed reading?"

"I enjoy books, Benedict. Not a sheet of gossip from someone who refuses to reveal their identity."

"Well, regardless, her latest said that you two made, and I quote, 'Quite the handsome couple, second to the Viscount and his bride-to-be.' Mother was quite thrilled when she read it, I must say. One would've thought another one of her sons was getting married." Benedict stood up from his seat and approached the table, pouring himself another glass. (Y/N) sunk his teeth into his bottom lip and sighed, rubbing a hand across his forehead before he stood. 

"Miss Sharma does not wish for a husband." (Y/N) reminded Benedict, setting the glass aside and picking up his coat. "And even if she did, we are nothing more than friends." (Y/N) added, draping his coat over his arm and running his hand down Benedict's arm.

"I should head home, Benedict."

"Goodnight, (Y/N)."

"Night." He smiled and turned, walking toward the doors and leaving Benedict's bedchambers. The quietness of the house told him the rest of the Bridgerton siblings were asleep, apart from Anthony and Violet. Benedict had mentioned they'd left to have dinner with the Sharmas and it had been the only reason (Y/N) stuck around for nightfall. 

Heading down the large staircase, (Y/N) paused when he heard the front doors open and he took in a deep breath before continuing down the last few steps. Violet's face looked flushed, almost with anger and embarrassment. Her thin brows were furrowed and the deep frown on her face spoke volumes. Anthony entered after her, gaze focused on the tiles and hands curled into fists.

"Everything alright?" He called out. The two snapped their heads in his direction and Violet's frown shifted into a bright, relieved smile. 

"(Y/N), my, how lovely to see you, dear!" She beamed and hurried over to him, arms pulling him into a warm, comforting hug. The type of hugs that only mothers and grandmothers could give; completely full of love. She pulled back and gently held the side of his arms, looking him over with a fond smile. 

"Oh, I hope you weren't waiting for us!" She gasped and raised a hand to her lips.

"No, no." (Y/N) shook his head and chuckled, waving off her worry. "I had a drink with Benedict." Multiple drinks, actually.

"Ah, well, I'm glad we caught you on your way out. It's truly lovely to see you, (Y/N)." Violet squeezed his arm and smiled once more, stepping aside and calling for Mrs. Wilson before the two headed upstairs. 

"I haven't congratulated you yet, Anthony." (Y/N) murmured, stepping closer to him. "I'm pleased you'll be marrying Miss Edwina."

"You are?" Anthonys' brows shot up, so quick and high it almost seemed like they'd disappear into his hairline. His eyes widened in the slightest and his shock made (Y/N) jaw clench. The painter stared at Anthony for a moment longer before scoffing.

"You fool." He muttered and looked away from him when his eyes began to water, inhaling deeply through his nose in hopes to ease his emotions long enough to speak with him properly. (Y/N) wanted nothing more than to shout at him, to wail and ask why he toyed with him. But (Y/N) felt more anger toward himself for allowing a rake into his heart. 

"Of course, I'm not pleased about it, Anthony! The day before you proposed you lied to me."

"I did not lie!"

"You-" (Y/N) squeezed his eyes shut and dug his fingers into his coat, pressing it closer to his chest. Breathing out, he opened his eyes once more and found Anthony standing closer to him. He remained still as Anthony lifted his hand and cupped his cheek. Leaning forward, Anthony pressed his forehead against (Y/N)s' and (Y/N) felt his anger evaporate, replaced by a feeling of longing.

"I did not lie," Anthony whispered and rubbed his thumb over (Y/N)s cheek. "I swear to you, (Y/N). I meant every word I said and I still do."

"It's too late for this, Anthony." (Y/N) stepped back and took Anthony's hand, pulling it away from his face. He ran his thumb over Anthonys' knuckles and lightly shook his head. 

"The Sharmas, or rather Miss Sharma, lied and kept a secret from us and her family. I no longer have an obligation to marry Miss Edwina-"

"Do you hear yourself? Ever?" (Y/N) interrupted, releasing his hand. "Everything you do, you do for yourself, Anthony. The moment you can get your way, you jump at it and forget about everyone else. If your problem is with Kate then leave it with Kate. Miss Edwina has waited for you since the moment she met you and you know this. You've been courting her this whole social season despite everything going on between us and now you decide to jump ship? After all this time?" 

"(Y/N), I-"

"You may do as you wish, Anthony, but if you think I'll be running back to you after what you did and plan to do you are sorely mistaken. Miss Edwina and I aren't toys that you can play with until you grow bored of us and decide to dump us aside after sucking the joy out of us. You made your bed a long time ago, Anthony. Now it's time to lay in it."

[miniisunshine]

~𝓣𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓻'𝓼 𝓹𝓮𝓽~

Warnings : teacher x student relationship, fem reader, age gap (not mentionned, but still), both consenting adults, slight humiliation, slight dom, inspired by the movie Miller's girl

You were always aware of the power you had on the boys your age, how you would make their heads turn as you entered the room. Almost every girl would have die to have this much attention, but not you. You wanted something else, something more mature.

Not a boy, but a man, someone with history, knowledge and wisdom. A man with long brown hair, round glasses who went by the name Samuel Lafferty, your english teacher. And somehow, you knew he wanted you too.

Being a bright student you quickly peaked Sam's curiosity, leading him to assign extra homework to you; a way to add a little more to your academic portfolio in hope of helping your university's admission application.

M. Lafferty's last assignment was to write a short story in the style of your favorite author, in which you chose Henry Miller: a man whose work was filled with explicit language and sex. A controversial choice, but also a provocative one, which is what you wanted.

You sat patiently in the back of the big auditorium, waiting for your teacher to finish his lesson so you could give him the somehow nasty tale you had wrote the night before. You made sure you looked your best for Sam, not too sexy, but also not too prude, just enough to satisfy his desire.

You fiddled with your papers standing by as the other students left the room. Heart almost beating out of your chest you made your way to his desk where he was focussing on his work, probably correcting some exams.

"Mister Lafferty?"

Samuel jumped from his chair, looking at you while chuckling.

"Ah! So sorry young lady, i forgot we had a meeting after class. So.. Which author did you land on?"

You extended your arm to gave him your assignment as he removed his glasses.

"Henry Miller."

He glanced at you with a confused yet intrigued look.

"Interesting.. I didn't even know kids your age knew about him. Shall i have a look?"

You nodded, smiling shyly as you sat in the chair facing his desk.

Fidgeting with your fingers, you already apprehended what he would say about your story. Sure choosing an author known to write sexual stuff was a peculiar choice, but writting a teacher/student relationship in his style was a complete different situation and that's what you chose to put yourself into.

You watched your teacher carefully reading every words you put on the papers he now had in hands. His body changed as the story evolved.

Samuel's straighten himself up, cleared his throat and looked at you, cheeks redder than usual.

"What were you hoping by making me read this type of work?"

"Im afraid i don't know what you mean M. Lafferty."

His tone hardened

"Stop acting so clueless, we both know what you tried to insuniate with this story and it is wrong, i can't accept that."

"But is it really wrong if both parties really want it sir?"

With that question, his gaze changed from neutral to angry, with a little envy behind his eyes, as he made his way to you, grabbing your jaw and forcing you to stand up

You were shocked, scared, but somehow kinda excited by this burst of brutality, your knees becoming weak.

You kept eye contact with him, trying to understand what was going on behind his as Sam's opened his mouth a couple of times to retort, but in vain nothing came out. He sighed, brushing your arm with his fingers as he slowly made his way to the lower part of your body.

You were heating up, excitement visible in your eyes, while you follow his movements. M. Lafferty then quickly grabbed your cunt with his hand, making you jumped and squeaked from the sudden move. You felt his fingers slowly rubbing your folds still hidden in your pretty panties, revealing the wet mess you were since the beginning of this interaction.

"Just like i thought.. Are you always this wet when you see me?"

You avoided his icy blue gaze, not wanting to face the embarrassing, but true, fact he just discovered.

"I'm afraid so.."

Samuel wasted no time as he made his way into your underwear and introduced one finger in your hole while rubbing circles onto your throbbing clit with his thumb.

Whimpering, you placed your hands on his shoulders, brassing yourself for the wave of pleasure he was putting yourself to.

"Is that what you hoped for?"

You nodded vigorously as you moaned his name into his ear. You didn't care to look if the classroom door was open or if people could hear you, all you care about was the blissfull experience you were now having with the man you dreamed so much of.

He grabbed your chin once more with his free hand, forcing you to look into his eyes as he pleasured you, before colliding his lips onto yours. The kiss was rushed but still passionate. Samuel removed his fingers from your now soaking cunt, leading yours to find his hardened bulge in his pants as he deepened the kiss to hide his own moans.

Feeling the power you had on him, confidence hit you and you pushed your teacher into his desk so you could climb onto his laps. He placed his free hands on your ass, slowly rocking your hips on him as you unbuckled his pants to reveal his throbbing member waiting to be taking care of.

You wrapped your fingers around his length, making his head sway back as he growled from the simple touch you offered him. Having choosen to wear a skirt today, you didn't felt the need to undress yourself, so you pulled your panties to the side and placed your entrance right to his tip, teasing him by grinding on it.

Not being a patient man, Samuel quickly guided you down on him, his rough but soft hand on your waist, making you both moan in unison. Realising the situation you were now in, he put his palm on your mouth, muffling the dirty sounds coming from it as you began to bounce on his dick.

Kneading your ass with his other hand, Samuel burried his face into your chest, whimpering as your picked up your pace. It was hot, really hot, neither of you could comprehend how you ended up in this situation but you both couldn't deny the attraction you felt from one another.

"Lay on my desk"

Commanded your teacher out of breath. You did exactly as he asked, climbing down from dick, whining a little as a void took place in your lower area. Now on your back, this was the perfect position for him to admire your pretty pussy, carressing it slowly with his long fingers.

"P-please.. M. Lafferty.."

You couldn't take this teasing anymore you needed him to fill you up once more. Grinning he inserted himself once more, slamming his length into you. A loud gasp escaped from your lips even if you tried to stay quiet.

Hands on your hips, nails digging in your flesh, Sam kept pounding mercilessly, feeling your wet walls slowly clenching onto him.

"You're gonna cum for me young lady?"

You nodded, replying with a soft cry of pleasure.

"Use your words"

His pace slowed down as his thumb made his way to your engorged pearl, rubbing steady circles on it.

"Y-yyess.."

He chuckled before increasing his speed, making your vision blurry. You could no longer hold back your orgasm as you came undone on his dick, bitting your lips hard, enough to drew blood, to hold back the scream who would have come out.

A few thrusts later, Samuel followed you, filling your cunt with his white hot liquid.

Out of breath, you both looked at each others, contemplating the damage you had done. He helped you cleaned yourself up, as he did the same for him before giving you back your papers.

"Your story was beautifully written, but i still can't accept it for... obvious reasons."

I'm kinda proud of this one!

Also i can't lie anymore, i think Sam has become my favorite character, its a problem!!

Also pt.2 thanks to @kappasbbgirl for the idea

Tell me what yall think! <3

[fumikomiyasaki]

FF14 Au

Blame my friends on the HSA discord server but I did turn some of my TWST for a FF14 au here.

Basically the roles are:

Carol- Elezen (she has enough to with elves so)- Summoner

Leroy-Miqo’te (cause its funny)- Machinist

Henry- Au Ra- Dragoon

Mellow-Lalafell- Scholar

Carol also Summoned Titan cause he is one of her favs and always has some fights with Garuda...

Anyways this was hella fun but also exhausting to draw so.

[from1837to1945]

Henry B. Walthall x Mae Marsh (Violet Wilkey)