#ive only read the first mayfair book

[nodominion]

Mayfair Witches production value felt like a cross between a CW show (random slow popish song during dramatic moments) and the newer Lifetime adaptation of Flowers in the Attic (my guilty pleasure).

[dayoungs]

started reading the vampire lestat after picking it up at a used bookstore today (don’t care if it’s a sequel) and i can’t tell if anne rice is rlly good or rlly horrible at this but i am enthralled

[clever-ghoul]

I'm not sold on the Mayfair Witches adaptation. I think it's better for people not familiar with the source material. They took out almost all of the history, then added completely new* stuff to bulk it back out. I wish they had dedicated an episode to each of the witches. That doll is nightmare fuel though, so they nailed that bit.

*Ive only read the first book and THAT scene with Mona, so idk if the witch hunters were a thing?

[utterlyinevitable]

I Loved You First (4/6)

Part I ⩫ Part II ⩫ Part III

IV. He sought after her thoughts on nearly every topic

Pairing: Colin x Penelope Rating: G

Series Summary: What if Colin loved Penelope first

a/n: this is the first scene i wrote of the series. one lil’ colin bridgerton calling on one penelope featherington for the first time, out of the blue. 

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They found one another throughout the summer, both on purpose and by chance. Colin even offered to accompany her and Eloise on walks, (much to his sister’s dismay), just to hear Penelope’s thoughts on whatever possessed them that day. If it was the weather, or what she was reading, or what soapbox Eloise was forcing her to go along with. He wanted to know her favorite snacks and meals; if she preferred tea or lemonade and why. What she would like to be doing instead of being here in London, what she had been doing summers of late. He would rather hover around them for a moment of pleasant conversation than galivant around Mayfair with his friends. 

Three weeks before the season’s end, Colin called on Penelope - a book in hand. 

He hadn’t told anyone where he was going, leaving Number 5 and sauntering down Bruton Street until he reached the Featherington House on Mount Street. It was ten in the morning and Colin was fairly certain most distinguished families would have long sat for breakfast by now, yet early enough that Penelope wouldn’t have departed for the day.

“May I help you?” the Featherington footman greeted. 

“I am Colin Bridgerton. Here to speak with Miss Penelope Featherington.” 

“Colin?” he heard her voice in a doorway just beyond the foyer, head peeking around their footman.  

Colin entered on his own accord, meeting her in the entrance of the drawing room. 

“I thought you might like this,” he presented the leatherbound book. “I read six pages and knew I had to bring you a copy.” 

“Oh-” he watched her eyes rove the cover. She looked up at him with the sweetest of smiles. “That’s lovely, Col-” her mother pointedly cleared her throat from her seat not too far away ”Mr. Bridgerton. Thank you.”  

“Go on.” 

“I don’t want to be rude,” she nearly whispers.  

“You won’t. I insist. Read the first page at least.” 

She does. He sees her fingers curl to turn the page. 

“And?” 

Penelope looked him right in the eye, as best as her short stature would allow but still as striking. “I don’t want to put it down.” 

“I knew it,” he said smugly. The smile tugging at the corners of his mouth was anything but smug. Delighted, satisfied and most certainly relieved.  

Penelope cradled the book to her chest. “Thank you. Truly.” 

Something changed at that moment. 

Colin took half a step towards her in the already waning space between them and placed a delicate hand at her bare elbow. 

“I must know your thoughts. You’ll tell me once you finish the chapter?” 

“Yes, of course.” 

Penelope’s mother sat with calculating eyes, hot gaze never moving from the third son of a very well-to-do family.   

With a smile Colin took his leave, determined to finish the chapter that afternoon. 

And that’s how it started. Notes passed via lower valet’s across the street when they weren’t bound to meet or too impatient to wait for social calls. It took them four days to finish that first novel, and immediately they moved on to the next. 

Again and again they went through as many novels as time would allow, his choice then hers. The most splendid blend of respect and widening perspectives. 

Even when Colin was at Eton he and Penelope would keep their correspondence. He appreciated her more, knowing that she was always reading another book in tandem because his studies had slowed him down.

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a/n: thanks for reading. i’ve decided where i want this to end and that means there’s only two short parts left. hopefully you don’t mind 😬

tagging: @gryffindordaughterofathena​