#itching to write the part when he just becomes a simp

[satoruxx]

Your Wolf!Toji au has me gnawing on the bars of my enclosure 😭 I want him to know what safety and security feels like and I also crave the ferality of it all

RAHHH WELCOME TO THE WOLF!TOJI CLUB NONNIE !!! the urge to literally give him all the headpats and shower him with affection is very strong :33 i love writing toji teetering on the edge of being a sweetheart and an absolute animal !! it just seems right to me ...

anyways i'm glad you're enjoying it bby !! slowly but surely we will get there and he will be more open to affection <33

(he will still randomly think about how easy it would be for him to sink his teeth into your neck.)

but that's besides the point !!

(wolf!toji at any given point)

[writingsofwesteros]

Hiii, lovely❤️

A morning after with Cregan or Robert? Can be NSFW or just fluff

You can choose whoever you want to write for.

Im an absolute simp for your fics!! You have such a talent at writing and seriously mean it!😊❤️

AN: Hi, I hope you like it. Thank you so much x

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Sleep was still wrapping around you as you burrowed into the new, royal sheets beneath you. The aches in your body for the night before had you humming for a moment as a soft yawn escaped you. Those dark locks of yours moved over the pillows like a halo as you slowly began to move and stretch.

The larger body in your bed was still a shock as your feet began to brush against his own. It was only then that the reality of the situation washed over her. You were a married woman now; your life was changed forever. Especially with you now being Queen and a new wife. Your thoughts easily begin to wake you now.

The sun was shining only a little, which you were thankful for as you pulled the covers up to your chin. A soft shiver ran down your spine as you realised your body was completely bare. It seemed your new husband was still sleeping; his snores moving around the room with ease. The sight alone had you blushing.

Your eyes moved over his bare chest as you nibbled on your plump, bottom lip. Your fingers were itching to touch. Gracefully, you moved onto your side, watching his body in interest. A soft gasp escaped you when his hand moved to grab your arse; pulling you impossibly closer. “Robert…” You whispered out gently as he only chuckled.

“I was wondering how long you were going to watch me sleep.” He teasingly whispered into your ear. “I was not watching you..” You whispered out; your cheeks brightly blushing as you ducked your head. Robert only hummed; bringing you close as your warmth spread across him. Something he took delight in after sleeping on his own for so long.

And you were such a prettier picture to wake up to, he thought to himself as his larger hand gently cupped your face. His thumb moved over your bottom lip as he stared into your ears. Gods, Robert could not believe his luck. You were a beauty and such a kind hearted girl that only the Starks seemed to breed. 

He hoped his own children would take after you more. Those thoughts had his desire returning quickly. Your fingers moved into his locks of hair as your bare, soft body brushed against his own. Your lips soon met each other as you leaned impossibly closer. His moans brushing against your lips. 

A soft gasp escaped you when your legs easily parted for him. Robert’s heavy, hardening cock brushed through your folds. “Robert…” You whimpered out; your eyes fluttering already as your body arched towards him. His larger hand once more began to roam your body, palming at your arse.

His touch was soon moving up before he leaned in and passionately captured your soft lips once more. You moaned as your eyes began to flutter now; your lips parting as his tongue slipped inside. Your eyes widened as he found your own to dance with; sucking on your own tongue.

He took delight at showing you all these new things as he only brought you impossibly close; enjoying your presence. Goosebumps littered your soft skin as you leaned in; brushing your noses together. Your sensitive pussy was only becoming more soaked now, even after the night before.

Robert moaned at the feel of you as his fat, leaking head brushed against your entrance. He teasingly circled your clit as you reached for him so cutely. He moaned into your ear as he slowly pushed in. Your legs were shaking as you burrowed into his neck; your eyes wide with pleasure.

“Good girl. So good to me.” He whispered sweet nothings into your ear. “You feel so good.” Robert moaned; he could stay inside you forever. Images of you on his lap at council meetings…on the throne. Fuck, he was going to cum too early. His younger self would be ashamed. 

You were so sore from the night before; but in a good way that had you purring prettily into his ear. Soft pants came over his ear as his smirk only grew. He was still able to bring a woman pleasure. Your soaked, sensitive walls fluttered around him as you slowly rocked your hips. Everything is still so new to you.

The sounds of skin slapping together echoed around the royal chambers that the servants knew not to come into the room. Your moans of his name were loud enough to tell them that anyway. Your soft, ample breasts bounced with the movement as you tried to push back onto his cock; meeting his thrusts.

“Robert…please..” You whimpered out, hardly knowing what you were begging for as you locked eyes with him so innocently. “I got you.” Robert whispered his promises whilst gently cupping your face. Your eyes burrowed into his own as his thrusts only quickened. Your eyes rolled back with each move.

“So close..I…” You babbled into his ear as you reached for anything to hold onto whilst Robert only chuckled some more. “Cum for me.” Robert ordered as he felt your walls fluttering around his cock. His own thrusts never slowed as he desperately desired his own release within your soaked, warm pussy.

His hand palmed at your arse as he stayed impossibly close. His lips passionately captured your own once more, muffling your cries of pleasure. Your eyes were still so wide as you locked with him. Your fingers brushed into his locks and pulled him closer as you easily fell apart around him.

You squirted around his cock as your walls clamped around him. Your sweet, small body shaking against him. His hold on you only tightened as he burrowed into your neck; softly mouthing at you whilst his hips continued to snap. Your legs still shook as you moaned and whined from the intense pleasure.

He deeply thrust inside you, pushing further than before before his cum flooded from him. He filled you up so good. “Oh oh gods…” You babbled out breathlessly as you locked eyes with him. His cock stuffing you with his cum whilst you collapsed onto his chest. Robert only whispered sweet nothings into your ear.

He pulled the sheets back up over the pair of you as he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head. A soft smile came over his face as he realised you had fallen asleep. The activities of the two days had caught up with you, it seemed. “Sweet girl.” Robert whispered and kept her impossibly close.

[saeyoungchoismaid]

The brothers’ reaction to MC wearing an occult symbol

Genre: angst?, fluff Warnings: Belphie’s has earlier lesson spoilers. Y’all know the one  A/N: Writing Satan’s reminds me that I want to write hcs or fics where the whole demon thing is more realistic. Ya know like they kill people and that sort of thing but n e ways-

Lucifer:

it only took him a second to get a weird vibe from you 

well, not actually you but an energy coming from you 

once he gets close enough to you, he starts to feel his skin crawl

he looks over your being before spotting a hidden chain disappearing into your shirt

“May I?” he asks, bringing his hand close to your neck and pointing at your hidden necklace

you look down in confusion before realizing what he’s referring to 

“Oh. Uh, yeah, sure,” you reply confusedly but agree nonetheless 

he hesitates for only a second before grasping the necklace and pulling it up

he clenches his jaw when the chain starts to burn him, his fingers quickly releasing it once the hidden pendant is on the outside of your shirt

your eyes widen in shock when you see his red fingers pull away from your neck, a frown coming to your face 

“Ah, just as I thought,” he says softly, staring down at your chest

you flush and look down, spotting your necklace for everyone to see 

“I’m not sure if you know this or not but that pendant is actually an occult symbol. It wards off demons and burns them when they touch it. It’s honestly probably a good idea to wear it until everyone gets used to your presence,” he informs before taking a step away from you 

you gently pick it up between your fingers, staring down at it with a frown

“Oh, okay,” you say softly

you didn’t like the thought of hurting anyone but he has a point. They’ve already explained to you that not all demons are friendly with humans, so some might try to attack you 

guess this pendant will be useful during your stay 

(don’t worry. You eventually take it off for Mr. Grumpy Pants)

Mammon:

he always gets uncomfortable being too close to you but not for the reasons you think 

this man is a SIMP, okay?

he wants to be near you 24/7 but physically finds it hard to do so 

it takes him a while to figure out why though 

one day, you wear a low-cut shirt and there lays a necklace around your neck 

of course, this man looks STRAIGHT at your chest because woughnwgwg exposed skin 

but then he notices the necklace 

do you always wear that?

“Heya, (Y/n). Do ya, uh, always wear that necklace?” he asks you after pondering on it for a while 

it would make sense as to why his skin always crawls and why he feels like he always has an itch he just can’t scratch 

you look down at the necklace and smile, picking it up between your delicate fingers

“Huh? Oh, yeah. It came with a Halloween costume I wore last year and I guess I liked it enough to always wear it,” you reply as you look down at it before letting it go 

he grunts and stares at it, trying to make it combust with his eyes alone 

“Do you think you could stop wearing it?” he asks softly

this makes your eyes widen, a small pout gracing your smooth lips 

“What? Why? Do you not like it?” you ask quietly, disappointment filling your tone 

and, of course, Mammon panics 

“What? No! Well, kinda. Not for the reason ya think though! It’s jus that it’s an occult symbol, meaning it’s used to keep demons away,” he sputters out before eventually getting to his point 

at this, your face becomes crestfallen 

“Oh. That’s why you guys always seem so nervous and uncomfortable around me...” you mumble

before he can comfort you, you take it off and move to throw it away 

“I won’t ever wear it again then,” you promise with a warm smile 

Levi: 

he knew something was off about you but he wasn’t sure what it was until the TSL competition 

just like the others, he felt itchy and maybe even a little sick when he got too close to you 

but you were so nice! and pretty! and smart! 

he couldn’t help wanting to get to know you better

when the TSL competition happened though, he ended up being blinded by jealousy and attacked you 

he got close enough to grab you by your shirt 

the thing is, your necklace flew out of your shirt when he tugged you forward and it fell across his hand

he hisses and pulls away from you, looking down at the red lines now adorning his skin 

this calms him down a bit surprisingly

you, on the other hand, were still freaking out 

“I’m sorry! What just happened? Are you okay?” you ask as you gently cradle his injured hand 

he stares at you in confusion before it converts to awe 

he just attacked you and you’re still worried about him 

yeah, he’s in love 

when he doesn’t reply, Lucifer steps in 

“Your necklace caused the burn. It’s an occult symbol, meaning it wards demons away. Guess it worked in your favor just now.”

“I’m sorry,” Levi says quickly after Lucifer is done talking 

he then swears that you won’t need to wear it around him anymore, feeling guilty for attacking you 

Satan:

this smart demon knew what he was feeling right away 

he’s read enough books to know that you probably have some sort of occult symbol on you somewhere 

he doesn’t bring it up though 

he’d rather hangout around you and feel his skin crawl and for his skin to go ice cold than to have you take it off and risk you getting in danger with other demons 

not that he’d let that happen. He’d skin someone alive before letting them close enough to hurt you 

once you two start getting closer though, you notice that if you try to hold his hand or to cuddle into him on the couch while watching a movie, he flinches away from you 

it breaks your heart, really 

which he instantly notices and realizes he has to talk to you about before he loses you 

“Darling, can I see you in my room for a moment?” Satan calls to you as you walk past his room, your heart skipping a beat as the pet name rolls off his tongue with ease

once you enter, he asks that you close his door, which causes you to grow nervous and excited at the same time 

once the door is closed, he starts to explain the whole situation to you 

he can’t even finish his explanation before you’re ripping it off your neck and throwing it away into his trash bin

he chuckles as he stands, meeting you by his desk where you threw the necklace away 

he bends over to take it out of the trash, grunting when the necklace burns him 

before he can hand it back to you, you snatch it out of his hand

“Why would you do that?” you cry in despair, your free hand cradling his injured one 

he smiles at you and squeezes your hand while his free hand comes up to bring your head up 

“Because I still want you to wear it when you go out. It would just be nice to be closer to you without it, my love,” he coos, making you gulp at how close he is to you 

you nod your head though and place it in your pocket, noticing the goosebumps covering his arms 

“I’ll go put it away in my room and then we can cuddle,” you declare

Asmo:

bruh 

he notices it right away because of course he tries getting close to you right away 

he gets a foot away from you and that’s when he feels it 

he pouts as he stops his prowl towards you, trying to shake off the feeling of unease and nervousness

which is definitely a new feeling for him 

he backs away from you and finds that those odd feelings are slowly fading away from his body 

weird 

he doesn’t really understand what it is until much later

he kept his distance but still flirted like a madman

which apparently worked since you liked him 

so, when he decides to ignore the weird feeling and goes to kiss you one day, his hands gently rest on the side of your neck as he kisses you 

well, he didn’t actually get to kiss you seeing as the chain burns his hands and he pulls away with a sharp gasp 

you both stare down at his red hands in silence, trying to process what just happened 

before you can even react, one of his hands come back to your neck and snaps your necklace off of you 

“Asmo!” you screech, going to pull it out of his grip when he throws it across the room

as soon as it’s out of his hand, his hands gently clasp your cheeks before smashing his lips to yours 

after a spicy makeout session, he briefly explains what your necklace was before going back to kissing you 

Beel: 

my poor baby didn’t understand what was going on 🥺

he’d go to give you a hug or offer you some food and found it impossible to be close to you 

it upset him immensely 

my mans likes to show his affection physically AND verbally like a legend 

but he can’t get closer than a foot to you before he starts to feel a different kind of pit in his stomach 

it wasn’t until you came to one of his games that it all became clear what was going on 

he made the final point needed to win the game, all of his teammates knocking against his helmet and lightly shoving him 

when you came over though, they parted like the red sea for you 

you squeezed Beel into a hug and it felt perfect other than the weird feeling that comes over him 

he moves to wrap his arms around your shoulders, his body suddenly jolting away from yours

your eyes widen at him, your heart lurching up in your throat 

did you make him uncomfortable? But it seemed like he was going to hug you back? 

he grabs your hand and starts to drag you off the field and away from prying eyes  

you try to ignore the butterflies in your tummy from his hand holding yours 

once you two are alone, he lets you go, which causes the butterflies to instantly die

“(Y/n), do you think you could get rid of your necklace?” he asks nervously 

he’s afraid that he’s being too selfish by asking this of you 

your brows knit together in confusion, looking down at your necklace that you’ve been wearing for a couple of months now 

“What? Why? Do you not like it?” you ask worriedly, bringing your hands up to touch it 

he explains what happens to him when he gets near it, his eyes shining with sadness 

“Oh, why didn’t you just say so? Of course I can take it off,” you say as you go ahead and slip it off and place it in your pocket 

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he reassures 

“I want to,” you reassure right back

Belphie:

so yeah, your necklace ended up saving your life 

when Belphie was released and turned out to be deceiving you this whole time, things went downwards really quickly 

when he moved to choke you, your necklace burned his hands

he pulled away in shock, giving his brothers time to jump in and save the day 

once everything was sorted out and he apologized, you two slowly became friends

he resented what he did and that necklace of yours

he’s sure that after what he did, you wouldn’t trust him enough to take off your necklace 

and for a while, it was true 

you would tense up around him, make excuses to leave, etc.

once you two got past that “hey, sorry I tried to kill you” stage though, things started smoothing out

when you two started to like each other though, he hated that necklace even more 

it got to a point where he wanted to cuddle and kiss you so bad but he didn’t have the confidence to ask you to take off the pendant 

luckily for him though, you took it off yourself 

“Where’s your necklace?” he asks curiously when you come up to hug him, his body instantly sensing the difference 

“I wanted to be able to hold you like this without you looking like you wanted to die,” you tease half playfully 

he blushes as he wraps his arms around you 

he never realized how transparent he was until now 

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[musical-shit-show]

missing your smile

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x Reader Inspiration: ‘tis the damn season by Taylor Swift Warnings: angst, sexual references, kissing, fluff Word Count: 3,900 Author’s Note: More Bridgerton because I am depraved and starved for content. All of my friends are big simps for Benedict so I hope they like this if they ever stumble across this on the interwebs. This is based off the Benedict from the show btw, I am in the middle of The Duke and I so I’m hoping that helps inform my writing of these characters going forward! As always, check out my Masterlist and About Me page. And like/comment/reblog with any feedback! Enjoy :)

​ As your carriage slowed to a stop in front of the large estate, you felt your palms begin to perspire beneath your short gloves. Lady Bridgerton had offered to host a ‘Welcome Home’ luncheon in your honor after travelling abroad for the past six months, and given how inseparable your family and the Bridgertons had been for as long as you could remember, you were hardly in a position to refuse.

You were daydreaming as you stared out the window when your felt a light tap on your wrist. “Thank heavens you were able to return home for the start of the season,” your mother remarked as the footman opened the door to the carriage, “Perhaps your worldliness will attract an interesting match.” You smiled wordlessly, following her into the sunlight, carefully minding the hem of your mauve day dress.

In truth, you had no interest in finding a husband any time soon; Your father had been gracious enough to allow you to study and travel with your governess, and you much rather preferred sightseeing to the droll gossip of London high society.

However, there was one face you were anxious to see; whether or not that anxiety was in anticipation or dread remained to be seen. Guests were mingling about the grounds, turning to get a glimpse of you as you walked by with your family. You finally reached the center of the outdoor terrace, where you spotted several members of the Bridgerton brood.

“My dear!” Violet exclaimed, enveloping you in a warm hug, “Oh, you look absolutely gorgeous. Travelling has done you some good, I presume?” Her friendly smile calmed your nerves momentarily.

“Thank you, Lady Bridgerton,” you answered politely, as you spotted Hyacinth and Gregory having a row just behind her, “Yes, I should say it has done a world of good. And thank you for this wonderful event. I could not be more grateful.” She nodded congenially, and went to greet the rest of your family. You noticed Daphne and Anthony conversing in hushed tones only a few yards away and rushed over to them just as Violet was reprimanding her two youngest for causing, in her words, ‘an abominable scene’.

“Lord Bridgerton,” you bowed your head dramatically, flashing a coy smile, “And Miss Daphne Bridgerton, don’t you look ravishing?” The two siblings ceased their chatter and pursed their lips together to refrain from laughing. You and Daphne were around the same age, and you regarded them as part of your own family.

“My lady,” Anthony replied playfully, breaking from his somewhat stoic nature, “Glad you could grace us with your presence just in time for the season.” Anthony kept as watchful of an eye over you as he did with his biological sisters, and quickly scanned the garden for signs of any suitors who were eyeing you or Daphne.

You rolled your eyes, clearly frustrated with the likelihood of you being hounded all summer by a variety of unsavory men. You wanted to be released from the pressure to marry, but ever since your older sister had wed the year before, you had become the center of attention, much to your dismay.

This was why you were so thrilled to travel under the guise of cultural education; It was a perfect escape from the pomp and circumstance of balls and luncheons and promenading about the ton in hopes of catching the eye of a wealthy gentleman. And it was precisely the reason you were itching to run to the nearest port that very instant.

“I would much rather clamor onto the next ship and shove off to another distant country than spend a whole season here, not to mention participating in the humiliating practice of courting,” you said with disgust, taking an unladylike swig of your drink. Anthony and Daphne exchanged troubled glances; There was something they were keeping from you, and you recognized their secrecy instantly.

“What?” you asked suspiciously, narrowing your eyes, “Is there something in my teeth?” Daphne stifled a small giggle, but Anthony looked far more worried than her. He was always the skittish one.

He cleared his throat, drawing nearer to you and Daphne in an attempt to ensure that he was not overheard. “Have you, uh—spoken to anyone else about wanting to depart so soon after the season ends?” Anthony posited, skirting around the true nature of his question. You quirked an eyebrow, “What I mean is, perhaps you should discuss the matter…with Benedict.”

Your felt your cheeks instantly warm at the mention at his name, despite the cool breeze that was pervading the grounds. Of course they knew, you thought to yourself, why would he not confide in his siblings?

“Brother!” Daphne scolded, hitting him lightly on the arm, “Do not involve yourself in the affairs of others, let alone our brother and—”

“It’s quite alright, Daph,” you cut in, unwilling to attract even the smallest bit of attention from the meddlesome mothers who were on the prowl, hunting for the slightest whiff of gossip, “I will…go speak to him now. In his usual spot, I suspect?” Anthony gave a slight nod, and you scurried towards the house, hoping to dodge any potential young gentleman who would like to accost you into outlining every detail of your travel.

You made your way into the house, which was mostly empty, save for a few straggling guests and household staff. No one would think anything of you retiring to the drawing room for a few brief moments to escape the late spring sun, especially given your closeness to the Bridgertons.

It did not take more than a second for you to spot him. There he was, doodling in his leather-bound journal, blissfully unaware of the world around him. The overstuffed blue chair faced the curtains, which had been drawn to avoid any peering eyes from glancing inward. It helped him focus more when he was not being watched. You tiptoed towards him, and caught a glimpse of his latest sketch: the profile of a young woman, a tender look etched on her face.

“It’s quite good,” you said finally, making Benedict jump out of his seat, clutching his sketchbook to his chest. He wore a light blue vest and undershirt, but had discarded his coat on a nearby chaise lounge. The expression on his face was difficult to read; it was a mix of delighted and pained. Still, he flashed a brilliantly white smile that made your heart flutter.

“Well, if it isn’t the guest of honor,” he said awkwardly, running his free hand through his chestnut hair, his sketchbook still open in his palm, “And thank you, it er, still needs a bit of work. Actually, a lot of work, the shading here is—”

“Benedict,” you cut him off, an action you found yourself performing when conversing with a number of the Bridgerton children, “Take the compliment for once, would you?” He smiled genuinely now, relaxing his body slightly.

It had felt like years since you had seen the second eldest Bridgerton. You two grew up together, basking in the shadows of your older siblings, though he was far freer to explore other interests besides courtship and corsets. He had giggled as you awkwardly stumbled your way through last season, thankfully not the center of attention as your sister commanded the spotlight. Now, you were on full display and he was perfectly positioned for a life of fulfillment, unincumbered by the life you had desperately tried to escape.

“So…you actually came back?” he finally said, glancing down at his drawing, still furrowing his brow at the slightest imperfection he saw in his work. His lack of confidence in his talent had always frustrated you to no end, ever since you were children. Even then, you knew he had a gift that he needed to share with the world.

“Not entirely of my own free will,” you snarked, running your fingers along the top of the family’s pianoforte. You smile at the memory of you and Daphne playfully plucking out discordant notes while her older brothers groaned in displeasure, “I plan on departing again after this season is over.” Benedict furrowed his brow, letting a small scoff escape from his throat.

“So soon?” His voice cracked slightly, “I wanted to show you some of the more, erm, secluded parts of town that I discovered in your absence. Sir Granville actually—”

“While I have no doubt that you have made new and interesting friendships,” you cut him off rather sharply, letting sarcasm seep into your statement with a tinge of disdain, “I do not have the ability to take such liberties, and you know that, Ben.”

If I wanted to know who you were hanging with while I was gone, I would’ve asked you

Benedict smirked, remembering how vastly different positions the two of you found yourselves in. “Of course,” he replied sheepishly, “I just thought, well, since you had been allowed to travel, perhaps…” he trailed off, the unfinished thought hanging in the air thickly. A light breeze wafted through the window that was slightly ajar, the curtains fluttering delicately as warmer spring air seeped into the room.  

There was an unspoken yet palpable tension in the room that radiated between the two of you. You had tried to ignore it, pretend like it didn’t exist, pretend that nothing had ever happened between you and the man who you considered to be your best friend. Of course, the truth was far more scandalous.

You and Benedict had in fact shared stolen touches, kisses, and other activities deemed not permittable by high society. The night before you had left for your journey, you had shared an intimate evening together. Your mind flashed back to those moments, his hands roaming your body, the kisses he placed delicately on your neck, his cheeky grin as you both attempted to remain unheard. It all felt so natural, so easy. He was your best friend, but you knew that whatever it was between you couldn’t last, not for long. You had other plans that did not involve staying, so you left him a note in those early morning hours and departed the country without looking back.

“Ben, I—” you said finally, flinching at yourself as you used his nickname, “I can’t stay here. Not now, anyways. I refuse to throw my entire life away when we are still so young. Surely you understand?” Benedict frowned, furrowing his brow. His fingers tightened around his journal, the leather creaking under his clutch.

Realizing the ferocity of his grip, he quickly set the book down onto the chair, clearly distracted by his thoughts. “I waited,” he finally blurted desperately, “What I mean to say is that, well, despite my best efforts, I couldn’t think of anyone else while you were gone.” Your breath hitched, and you felt a small trickle of sweat run down the nape of your neck. Even after knowing him through childhood, through adolescence, through everything, he still found a way to make you flustered.

“When you left, at first, I thought it may be for the best,” he admitted, nervously rubbing his index finger and thumb together. There was still a bit of lead clinging to his digits, “I would never want you or your family to suffer at the hand of Whistledown or any of those other terrible gossip columns.”

“But that missing you, that ache, it persisted,” he continued, growing increasingly flustered, “even when I knew you were much happier away from all of this. I suppose I didn’t want to believe it.”

You can run, but only so far / I escaped it too, remember how you watched me leave?

It was as if you were unable to speak. How selfish you had been, galivanting across the continent, searching for art and music and meaning that you had completely disregarded the man in front of you. Though he was still a charming and likable Bridgerton brother, Benedict was usually very guarded with his emotions. Aside from his siblings, there was no one else he felt comfortable confiding in. Except for you.

You felt his gaze upon you now, his frosty blue eyes boring into yours, almost begging for you to respond. But you couldn’t. You stood, paralyzed, all the emotions you had felt for him your entire lives washing over you in a tidal wave.

Suddenly, you heard voices passing by on the opposite side of the stately drawing room doors, snapping you back to reality. “We…we shouldn’t be discussing this now,” you said, your corset suddenly incredibly uncomfortable. Despite the layers of clothing you donned, you could still feel your nervous perspiration seeping the fabric of your favorite dress, “Perhaps we could meet later? Around midnight? At our old spot?”

A mischievous smile flitted across Benedict’s face, despite baring his soul to you only moments before. “Deal,” he acknowledged, snatching up his sketchbook once more, “Don’t be late.”

It was not out of character for you to be reckless. You had a reputation around the ton for being the headstrong, independent daughter of your family. You and Eloise had shared similar sentiments in the past, Benedict often egging the two of you on in one of your many heated discussions.

So, as you snuck out of the door to the servants’ quarters, you mulled over whether this recklessness would result in familial strife. Your parents and siblings were almost as strong-willed as you and defended your independent attitude; most of the other socialites grew bored of blathering about your propensity for self-governance, and you finally felt free to explore what really mattered to you. Until you were expected to return back to London, with scornful eyes set upon you once more and a bruised heart you had taken no time to nurse.

You thought back to your actions of the night before you left; you and Benedict had snuck off from some large gala event, too many members of the ton attending to even notice your absence. You had met him in your spot, the spot you were hastily striding towards now.

It started innocently enough. You two had often held hands and exchanged light touches when not under the watchful eyes of your mothers. But it was something about his smile that night: weary, almost pained. There was no denying that there were unsaid feelings, a profession of deep affection that would go unheard. Benedict thought that nothing he could say would change your mind from leaving; Perhaps he was right, but you had no way of knowing.

Instead, after quite a long time of the two of you sitting in a tense silence, he plucked up the courage to place small kiss upon your lips. It was delicate, almost chaste, and left you wanting more, much more, regardless of the consequences that might befall the two of you if you were caught.

And the road not taken looks real good now / And it always leads to you in my hometown

You felt flush as redness crept up your neck, remembering how you deepened the kiss, how you ran your fingers through his luscious chestnut hair, how moments later he was carefully unlacing your corset in his room.

You attempted to push those thoughts from your mind, no matter how much you wished to relive them. You had had months to ponder your reckless actions, and prayed that word had not gotten out and besmirched the good name of your family and the Bridgertons. Despite you and Benedict going relatively unnoticed, you knew that your actions could have serious consequences on your prospects when you eventually returned.

You finally reached a pair of swings hanging from the sturdy tree overlooking the garden, surrounded by a collection of fragrant lilacs and hydrangeas that were perfectly landscaped around the grounds. You sat on the lower swing, waiting anxiously for Benedict to arrive. You couldn’t help but smile at the many memories that were made in this spot as you grew closer to Benedict and his tight-knit family. Was it possible for one’s heart to feel light and heavy at the same time?

“How did you manage to beat me here?” a familiar voice made you jump, snapping you out of your reverie, “Surely you cannot be the same girl that left all those months ago?” Benedict smiled playfully and gingerly sat down in the swing next to you, his dress more casual as he sported a pair of plain trousers with braces and a white shirt, loose and flowing around his frame. He also sported a royal blue dressing gown, the silken fabric glistening in the moonlight. You gulped.

“I most certainly am not,” you joked, a poor attempt at maintaining a nonchalant attitude, “I am now much wiser than you.” You enjoyed teasing him, and he was quick-witted enough to usually provide a snarky response.

Now, though, he only flashed a smile that still managed to shine in the darkness. “That is…probably true,” he laughed, sitting down on the swing next to you, “You were always the smart one.” He instinctively leaned to take your hand in his, but you drew away. He frowned, “My apologies…force of habit.” The two of you were only illuminated by the light of a half moon, but you could see the melancholy etched into his features from a mile away.

You bit your bottom lip nervously. “Benedict, I—” you struggled to find the words, “I am so…so profoundly sorry. For how I left. I didn’t intend to hurt you. But you must understand, I can’t, I won’t stay here on my own accord. And I can’t watch as you agonize over my absence. I care about you too deeply.” I won’t ask you to wait if you don’t ask me to stay

He smiled sadly, slowly rocking on the swing, the wood bench sagging slightly under his weight. “I know you think this is what is best for you,” he replied after a long pause, the words getting stuck in his throat, “It’s just…you’ve just returned and are now adamant to leave in just a few short months. I don’t—I don’t know if I can lose you again.” Your heart squeezed at the slight shake in his usually smooth voice.

You sighed, left speechless for the second time that day. Still, you willed yourself to form some semblance of a thought from the dozens racing in your mind, “Ben, I—” you fidgeted with the seam of the long sleeves on your dressing gown. The embarrassment of being found here was not lost on you, especially with the newfound attention placed onto you by the rest of London high society, “I simply cannot marry now. I can barely stand courting, and…perhaps I shall never marry. I’ll take my portion of the family inheritance and travel across the continent and become a worldly old maid.” You speaking nonsensically now, completely out of touch with the reality of your situation. It was a fantasy, the thought of you being completely independent, avoiding marriage and responsibility at all costs.

Benedict just shook his head and smiled incredulously, looking at you as if you were mad, “Marriage does not have to be a chore, you know,” he remarked, looking up at the cloudless night sky, “My mother and father were very much in love, practically from the moment they met. Mother always said he was…her best friend.” Your heart was now doing somersaults at his words, knowing the implications of such a statement.

You allowed yourself to take his hand in yours, lacing your fingers delicately between his tenderly as you attempted to stave off the groundswell of emotion you were experiencing in that moment. Perhaps you had denied your feelings for Benedict out of sheer necessity; you were terrified of being hurt by someone who knew you so well, so intimately, that the thought of losing him was worse than spending years—perhaps, a lifetime—alone.

Benedict’s arctic eyes searched yours for a reaction, any kind of response that he could discern from the expression on your face. But all he could find was the look of utter despair. He couldn’t bear to see you leave him again, maybe forever. He had leave everything on the table if he were to ever live with himself.

Slowly, he brushed a wayward strand of hair from your face, his fingers lightly caressing your cheek. “I have always loved you,” he whispered, inches from your face, “You must know that, right?” Before you could answer, his lips fell onto yours, and your hand clasped his instinctively. Though you craved nothing more than to continue, you broke the kiss, tears in your eyes as you shot up from the swing and leaned onto the large tree, the smooth surface of the bark soothing your panic for a moment.

And the heart I know I’m breaking is my own / To leave the warmest bed I’ve ever known

Benedict noticed you crying and reddened immediately, rushing to your side. “I—I am terribly sorry that was completely—”

“I love you too, you absolute idiot,” you cut him off woefully, “But I cannot…I do not know if I am ready for...” you trailed off, but Benedict understood. If you two were to be together, it would be far from the traditional manner of courting that you had both grown accustom to, “I don’t anticipate finding a husband any time soon and I still intend to try and find more of myself once the season ends.”

Benedict stood silently as you continued to ramble on, his hands shoved into his pockets. “And I know there is still this expectation, but I cannot ruin what we have. I will not. So, I must go, at least for a little while more. And perhaps I will change my mind, and perhaps not but—Ben, please, do not wait for me to make up my mind if it will interfere with your happiness. I could not bear it.” He was leaning against the tree with you now, the two of you facing forward as the gentle sound of crickets pervading the midnight air.

You turned to him, breathless, waiting for some kind of response. You weren’t sure if he would storm away brokenhearted, kiss you, or never want to speak to you ever again. He moved his fingers brushed delicately across your collarbone now, inching towards the crook of your neck. “You are my happiness,” he breathed, the earlier shake in his voice gone completely, “If you must go, I must wait. You’re too precious to give up on just yet.”

You felt tears brimming in your eyes as you kissed him tenderly, the lingering taste of cigarette smoke and lavender on his lips. “After all,” he said with a smirk, pulling away, “you aren’t leaving this instant. At least I have a whole season to watch you stumble your way through society.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his teasing and pressed your forehead to his, your eyelashes fluttering, “Oh god, I am going to make a complete fool of myself, aren’t I?”

He smirked, “Yes, but at least it’ll be entertaining to watch.”

We could call it even / Even though I’m leaving / And I’ll be yours for the weekend / ‘Tis the damn season

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Somebody is jealous( jellal’s edition)

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13786166/2/somebody-is-jealous

for erza’s edition:

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13786166/1/somebody-is-jealous

Thank you sapphireblue2007 for suggesting me to write jellal's version.

Disclaimer: these characters are rightfully owned by hiro sensei.

Somebody is Jealous (Jellal's edition)

Well, Jellal perceives himself as a very liberal and progressive person.

He wasn't a possessive person. No, not at all- Even in his relationship with Erza, he believed in giving ample space for growth and self-introspection to each other. He certainly didn't believe in getting jealous when one's partner gets some excessive attention from the opposite gender. Nope, not at all, he was a progressive person, wasn't he? He didn't want to smother her with suffocation. Jellal was aware of the fact that his woman was a strong person who didn't need anyone to save her. She was her own person and stood up for what she believed in. That's how he viewed relationships- a sweet added bonus to one's life, separate from a person's purpose in life.

Yet,

He felt horrified, as he realised, he was shamelessly contradicting his very own beliefs. His eyes twitched in mild irritation, well not exactly mild- only slight, that's how he soothed his not so jealous soul, as he watched the scene before him unfold.

His beloved was sitting comfortably on one of the chairs kept near the bar, eating her sweet dessert in contentment, oblivious to the lusty stares that eyed her glorious exposed thighs and cleavage. There were men hovering around her, drooling repugnantly.

Erza was a beautiful woman. It was an established fact. Not only did she win various beauty pageants, but she also attracted scores of men who simped after her and bolstered her as their 'waifu'!

Jellal was fucking replete with fury when he came to learn about this obnoxious verbiage. What a derogatory term! He opined. How dare they lust after Erza and claim her as their 'waifu'?! well, typically he was doing the same. But he was her partner and it's pretty healthy in a relationship to be intimately attracted to your partner! Yep, he reasoned with his conscience.

It was no secret that men secretly/openly lusted after females who were fairly popular. Given fairy tail's reputation, they were inglorious for being rambunctious all over the continent. This shouldn't come as a surprise to Jellal that Erza was kind of a national crush of Fiore. She even got disgusting offer letters from rich officials asking her to be their mistress. Every single person, be it a man or a woman, acknowledged her regal presence. Wherever they went, people were in awe of her. She was a beautiful woman, confident and sassy, along with a splendid personality. Who wouldn't be attracted to such an amazing person?

Analysing her fan following, he was sure of the fact that Erza must have dated some men in the past. However, He gasped in utter disbelief when he got to know that despite of the attention she received; she never laid her eyes on another man. They were reserved for him. Always.

He was her first man, the first man who held her hand, the first man who witnessed her vulnerable side, her first kiss, the one who took her virginity, the one she would like to start a family with and the only one who she would devote her heart to.

Forever.

That gave him a superior complex over all those degenerates who hated him for stealing their waifu.

Her devotion made him feel extremely fortunate, to get a woman who would choose him over everything else.

But that didn't mean that he couldn't get jealous.

'Oi chad, snap out from your murderous intent, will ya?'

'Laxus.'

'What happened? Why are you in such a bad mood?', Laxus raised his eyebrows in amusement. It was fun teasing Jellal especially when he was in a foul mood.

'Jelly-chan is jealous because other men in the party are eyeing Erza ravenously!', Meredy chimed in the scene, humming a tune under her breath almost nonchalantly.

Laxus let out a nasty cackle as he smashed his beer pint against the wooden table they currently occupied. Meredy joined in with her sniggers; annoying Jellal in his misery.

'Cheer up Jelly chan, if you brood so much, you will end up getting wrinkles quickly and look almost 20 years elder to Erza!'

'Stop calling me Jelly chan, Meredy!'

'Why? I think that name suits you a lot Jellal.'

Oh no.

The trio turned around to acknowledge the owner of this sardonic comment.

Erik approached the group with a wide smirk plastered on his face, much to Jellal's discontentment.

What a great timing. Now they will gang up to bully me.

'Say Jellal, want to murder those assholes? I could feel your malignity from the far end of the hall, reverberating louder than Gajeel's singing shit'

'I wouldn't go that far, they are just harmless flies'

Actually, he could.

'Then why are you getting so hot-headed over those harmless flies?', Meredy smiled knowingly.

'I am not.'

'oh boss! Stop lying with your pathetic ass!'

'I am not lying Erik!'

Erik scoffed at his reply. He didn't even try to hide it.

'Then what do you plan on doing chad boy? Just sit in a corner like a lost puppy and watch as those men eye your woman?', laxus joined in the conversation, adding oil to the fuming spark.

'I can't pause to throw a stone at every dog that barks. Plus, Erza is a strong woman. I shouldn't stick my nose where it isn't needed. I think she is capable of handling this herself.'

But actually, he was trying his best not to jump in the scene and take her away from those bastards but he didn't want to appear as a jealous freak who had no control over his irrational aspect.

'of course, she is Jellal', Meredy reasoned,' but a woman, no matter how strong she is, would love to be spoiled by her man and feel protected. That doesn't mean you are undermining her strength. It's called chivalry.'

'…'

'What about ramming some hot iron rods up in their assholes?', laxus had no chill at all.

'Laxus your speech is so vulgar', Jellal cringed.

'Not as vulgar as your mind, boss'

'Erik, listen up- '

'it's okay Jellal', Meredy patted his back sympathetically, 'You are always harsh on yourself. You don't have to berate yourself so much. Being jealous is a sign of affection after all.'

'Really?', he raised his eyebrows in suspicion.

'Well, when exercised in moderation. Don't become Juvia though.', Laxus grimaced in exasperation.

'I just-I can't handle those people who eye her like she is their personal property!'

'Oohoohoo, finally the lover boy is being honest!', laxus slapped his hand against jellal's back harshly.

Jellal ignored his remark and chose to focus upon what Erza was doing.

Erza, unfortunately, was already surrounded by random men drooling over her assets while he was busy merry making with his guild mates.

He was pissed. He was fucking pissed.

He clenched his fist in impuissance until his knuckles turned white. He let out a shaky breath, biting his lips, trying his best not to eradicate their existence by casting sema right at this moment

'Erza-sama, I know this beautiful villa by the country side that I can rent for you. Would you like to witness that scenic beauty? I can make the arrangement just for the two of us.'

'uh, no thank you. I am not interested, I am busy at the moment with my ongoing missions but I would certainly take-out time to visit this said place with my friends and my boyfriend', Erza exaggerated the last part to make this pathetic pervert clear of the fact that she wasn't interested in his offer.

'He doesn't need to know'

'When I said I won't go, I won't go. Please learn to respect a woman.'

She was already seething at this moment, ready to requip in her armour to beat the shit out of these perverts but she held herself back. This was an important party for her guild as many magic council officials appeared to discuss some important matters with master Makarov.

'Erza-sama!', another pervert chimed in, 'what about-!

'My honeyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!'

Erza felt a shiver travelling down her spine even before she could react from the horror of hearing his voice. She didn't need to see who this abhorrent creature was. She didn't even acknowledge him as a person. Ichiya had already latched himself around her leg giving it a wild sniff, trespassing all boundaries of her private space.

This is it. This was her limit.

She was shaking wild. Her fingers were itching from wrath as she tried to remove him from her. These men latched themselves upon her despite being firmly rejected by her. She was being polite and considerate of her guild. That's the only reason she somehow tolerated their creepy remarks. She desperately searched for familiar eyes through the crowd that was bustling from the onset of vibrant ebullience. She grew impatient by every single moment when she failed in her search to find them. That's when she felt a presence behind her. The eyes she was searching for were already looking down from their vantage but not at her. She followed his eyes to find them glued on Ichiya.

Jellal got hold of Ichiya's hand and ruthlessly broke him apart from Erza's legs, not caring for a single second where his poor ass landed.

'Ichiya-san, that's a unique way of greeting someone. It could very well qualify as harassment you know', Jellal hissed menacingly, walking in front of Erza to make a defensive guard around her.

Jellal was a master at hiding his emotions and maintaining a stoic demeanour but Erza could still look beyond that very well.

He appeared perfectly placid but he wasn't.

His eyes bellowed bloodlust. He was growling with belligerence.

He was not going to let these repulsive hands touch the body that he revered so much.

The rest of the crowd started to disperse, succumbing to the impingement Jellal displayed, while laxus, Meredy and Erik watched the scene in awe. That's the impact Jellal's presence wielded.

There was a limit to which this man could tolerate bullshit after all. This was Jellal, who was fiercely protective of the woman he loved.

Erza snickered to herself smugly seeing the crowd become frail upon his arrival. These were some spineless cowards who weren't even half the man her Jellal was.

Jellal blissfully ignored the crowd that was whispering his name with resentment, something along the lines of 'their waifu'

He looked at Erza, taking in a deep breath of relief as he put his hands over her shoulders securely.

'Well gentlemen, I just remembered that my boyfriend and I have some work to do, if you will excuse us.' Erza stood up from her chair and bowed her head signalling her departure as she grabbed hold of jellal's hands, leading them across the hall through the exit door. Jellal looked at his guild mates who were giving him smug smiles and thumbs ups.

After exiting the guild, Jellal let out a sigh as they strode further away from that crowd. He still was shaking, his hysteria urging him to go back and beat the shit out of those bastards. He tore his thoughts away from the former events and looked sideways at the enchanting woman walking by his side.

'This dress really looks nice on you.'

'Thank you, sweetheart', Erza smiled and turned her face to give him a chaste peck on his cheeks. 'But I think I will opt for a less revealing outfit next time for a formal party like this'

'Why?'

'tch, didn't you see for yourself what happened today?'

'Don't fret about those assholes, just wear what you want', he snaked his arm around her waist protectively to pull her closer to him.

Jellal rarely cursed, that meant he was infuriated right now.

'Jellal', she whispered lovingly, taking his face in her hands, 'look at me'

He locked his gaze with her, facing her completely. His arms gently fondled her waist, pulling her entirely towards himself.

She leaned into him, melting like butter.

'I love you Jellal.' She brought his face towards hers until their foreheads were touching each other, 'Thank you for helping me back then. I was really helpless'.

They closed their eyes and sighed in synchronisation. She felt his arms locking her into a tight embrace, clutching the fabric of her dress.

'I just…..couldn't help myself when I saw them degrading you like that.' He felt the weight of her hands shifting down towards his neck, near his sensitive spot which only she knew about, caressing it to calm him down.

'Thank you love, but don't over-exert yourself over this issue, this isn't worth your time and effort', she looked at him tenderly. Jellal was such a worrywart but she loved him the same.

'yeah…you are right', he leaned into her, nuzzling his nose with hers, her sweet scent taming his raging heartbeat down, 'I love you too'

It's almost been a year since they started dating and obviously they never hesitated to show their love to each other- verbally, physically or emotionally, but Erza would never get tired of Jellal saying 'I love you' to her. She had dreamed about it so long, she yearned about it ever since she realised her feelings for him, she would never take his confessions for granted. It still had the same impact on her as the first time he poured his heart out to her.

Such was their affection for each other-always raging against the odds.

The hooting of the owls could be heard in the depth of the night. A sudden breeze struck her form as she shivered from the lack of her clothing, she had worn a simple flowy dress, not deemed to be fit in a chilly weather.

'it's getting cold Erza', Jellal pointed out as he draped his coated over her shoulders, 'let's go home'.

She hummed lightly in solace as she felt his lips softly touch her forehead. She entwined her hand with his as they started treading towards the path that led to their small cottage, their personal heaven.

'Can you make me a strawberry smoothie with vanilla ice cream?', she asked him tentatively, testing her waters.

'I thought you wanted to curb your midnight snacking'

'But jelllaaaaaaaaaaaal!', she wailed in desperation, 'dealing with those perverts drained my energy!'

'I can always make a bowl of fruits oats for you.'

'Noooooooo! That's way too heathy!'

'Okay how about this?', he tried to reason with her, 'I'll make milk oats for you with honey and loads of freshly cut strawberries. Sounds like a good deal to me, what do you think?'

She thought about the offer for a moment. It did actually sound like a good deal. She knew she kind of gave in to her midnight sugar cravings. Milk oats were a heathier option.

She pouted and tried to act a little spoiled, 'only if you bribe me.'

'What a scandal! The great titania is asking for a bribe!', he nudged her shoulder playfully and she huffed in response to his actions, 'what are your demands?'

'You need to pepper me with as many kisses as I ask you for!'

' My, My, I was already planning on giving you a thousand kisses when we reach home, don't worry about that', he replied as he gave her a wink making her blush profusely.

If anyone heard them conversing in this manner, their eyeballs would pop out from their eye sockets. They were incredible mages, well versed with the ethics of professionalism. They completed their tasks seriously but when they were alone, it becomes a different story.

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