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xxchumanixx · 10 months ago

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Lilies and Conspiracies pt. 3

Anthony Bridgerton x fem!reader

Lilies and Conspiracies pt. 3 - personal guard dog

Warnings/Tags: fluff, nothing more yet really

Word count: tba

Authors note: Get ready for some brother-time! I like Max, and I personally like the idea that they are not like everyone else in the ton.

Series Masterlist -> pt. 4

Enjoy!

You nodded, acting like you agreed, when the door opened again, and you haven't ever been more glad to see your brother enter the room.

You looked up at him, silently pleading to save you, but acting like you were surprised to see him. "Max, what is it?" you asked, furrowing your brows in faked confusion. "We have an appointment at the modiste in half an hour." he said. "I'm sorry, but I fear the gentleman have to excuse themselves. Of course you can return later, we'll be in the park afterwards."

You sighed dramatically. "Oh, I forgot." you said, feigning dismay. "I am so sorry, my Lords. But I need to get new dresses for the upcoming balls." You were disappointed you would have to bid Anthony goodbye already, but you silently hoped to see him at the park later.

Anthony hid his relief as your brother entered the room, providing the perfect excuse to end your interaction with Lord Pendale.

As Max spoke, he watched you and Pendale attentively, observing what he assumed as being feigned surprise, and he knew you were just as relieved as him.

Thank God. he thought to himself. He couldn't take one moment longer of seeing you having to pretend to be polite to that arrogant lord without a few not so polite words slipping past his lips.

He glanced at Max as he announced the appointment at the modiste, then back at you. Though he was disappointed that your time together was cut short, he knew it was a blessing in disguise.

Pendale, however, seemed annoyed at the interruption, his smirk faltering slightly. "Oh, yes, I see." he said, clearly not satisfied with the abrupt end to his visit. Anthony, on the other hand, couldn't help a small smirk of satisfaction at seeing Pendale's annoyance. The pompous lord didn't take well to being interrupted.

As you feigned dismay and apologized, Pendale stood up, clearly miffed. "Well, I suppose we have no choice but to leave." he said, his tone sulking.

"I am really so sorry, Lord Pendale." you apologized, standing up, too. "But I hope to see you soon. I can't wait to learn about finances of you. You make it sound so irresistibly interesting."

Pendale's expression softened slightly at your words, his ego clearly boosted by your flattery. He couldn't resist the opportunity to appear knowledgeable and interesting.

"Oh, well, you're in luck, Miss Barton." he said, his smirk returning. "I'd be more than happy to teach you anything you want to know about finances."

He then turned to Anthony with a quick nod. "Lord Bridgerton." he said in farewell before walking out of the room.

You bit your lip, scratching your brow. "Well, that was rather interesting." you muttered, before turning to your brother. "You have no clue how grateful I am for your interruption, brother."

You didn't care that Anthony heard your words of relief, something a woman was taught to hide and not show so openly.

You had the feeling he felt the same.

Max chuckled, clearly sensing your relief at the end of Pendale's visit. "No need to thank me. I know you were probably bored out of your mind." he said, a smirk on his face. "And honestly, it was a pleasure to interrupt that pompous lord. His presence was quite insufferable."

Anthony stifled a laugh as he stood, finding Max's assessment of Lord Pendale amusingly accurate. He silently agreed that Pendale's presence was, in fact, quite insufferable.

He watched as you and your brother exchanged banter, a hint of warmth blossoming in his chest at the closeness between you two.

It reminded him of his own siblings.

Meanwhile, Max playfully nudged you, teasing you. "Well, we have to run now to make our appointment." he said, clasping his hands behind his back.

"I hope to see you at the park, Lord Bridgerton?" you asked, looking at Anthony. "Maybe we can continue our talk there, without Lord Pendale and his finances. Or Lord Berbrooke." You shuddered at the sudden thought of him.

Anthony felt a smile pull at the corners of his lips at your question. He certainly hoped to see you again at the park, too. The thought of spending more time with you, without the likes of Pendale or Berbrooke, was very appealing.

"Indeed, Miss Barton." he replied, his tone soft and warm. "I look forward to continuing our conversation in a more pleasant setting." Anthony's expression darkened at the mention of Berbrooke. "With the absence of certain annoying individuals."

You snorted, but quickly put your hand in front of your mouth, biting your lip. "Then I suppose I'll see you soon." you said, after removing your hand again.

With that you left the room with Max, making your way to the modiste.

Anthony chuckled softly, amused by your snorted laughter and the quick attempt to hide it.

He watched as you left the room with Max, the sight of you walking away stirring a pang of disappointment within him. He would've preferred to continue talking to you, but he understood the necessity of your appointment at the modiste.

As you and Max headed out of the room, Anthony stayed behind, a subtle sense of eagerness growing within him. He couldn't wait to see you again at the park later.

When seated in the carriage, Max sent you a pointed look. "What?" you asked. His look deepened, before he shook his head. "I thought I told you about Lord Bridgerton's reputation." he said. You huffed, shaking your head as well. "He's a respectable suitor." you gave back. "I want to see for myself who he is. Whistledown certainly has a habit to exaggerate."

Max raised an eyebrow at your response. "Respectable suitor?" he echoed, his voice dripping with disbelief. "Y/N, you've heard the whispers. Lord Bridgerton has quite the reputation. He's known for being the most notorious rake in London."

He leaned back against the seat of the carriage, fixing you with a stern look. "And you think Whistledown is exaggerating? You know her words hold quite a bit of truth."

You bit your cheek. "I know they do." you said. "Her words certainly have the power to destroy once reputation. But since when do I listen to what others say?"

Max chuckled dryly, "You've always had a tendency to not listen to others, I'll give you that."

He sighed, then continued more seriously. "But you can't ignore the rumors surrounding Lord Bridgerton. He might hold a respectable title, but his reputation precedes him as an infamous rake. He's not known for being interested in a serious courtship."

Max looked at you meaningfully, his gaze concerned. "Just be careful, Y/N. I don't want to see you getting hurt."

You nodded, feeling a pang in your heart. "What makes you so sure he's not interested in a serious courtship?" you wanted to know, not fully able to hide the hope in your voice. "Why else would he have been at our house this early in the morning to visit me?"

Max paused, considering your question. He knew you had a point, but he was still wary of Anthony's intentions - especially when it was his mother that announced he’d be looking for a wife, not himself.

"I suppose that's a fair point." he conceded. "But there still might be other reasons for his visit. He might be trying to improve his reputation, or he might be simply interested in a short-lived dalliance."

Max reached out, gently placing a hand on your arm. "Please, Y/N. Just be careful. Don't let yourself become enamored with him, only to be left heartbroken."

You nodded again, swallowing. "I won't." you assured him, looking up at him. "But I have to find a suitor nonetheless. Maybe not a love match, but I hope to find someone that at least respects me for who I am, not for who I'm ought to be."

Max regarded you with an understanding smile. He knew how important it was for you to find a suitable match, someone who would value you for more than just your title or status.

He squeezed your arm gently, his expression solemn. "I understand.” he spoke softly. “I want nothing more than for you to find someone who respects and adores you for all that you are. But please, don't rush into anything with Lord Bridgerton."

He gave you a meaningful look. "Promise me you'll be cautious."

You nodded. "I promise." you said. "He seemed honest and he shared my opinions this far." you added. "And his mother made clear he is looking for a wife this season."

Max's expression softened slightly, reassured by your promise. Yet he remained vigilant. "His mother is eager to see him married, yes. But you must know that doesn't guarantee his own desire for a wife." he explained, before sighing.

"I know you think he shares your opinions and seems sincere. But always remember that people can be quite deceiving. Especially gentlemen of his reputation."

He squeezed your arm again. "Just keep your guard up, my dear. I wouldn't want to see you taken advantage of by a notorious rake."

You snorted, sending him a pointed look. "Oh, please, Max." you said. "Aren't you quite the rake yourself?"

Max chuckled at your response, his smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Well, I suppose I do have a certain reputation." he conceded, a hint of pride in his tone.

He leaned back against the carriage seat, crossing one leg over the other. "But I assure you my dear, I don't mess with innocent little debutantes like yourself."

He smirked again. "My tastes are a bit more...experienced."

You hit him playfully, acting shocked at his boldness. "Max!"

Max burst out laughing, enjoying your playful shock. "What?" he teased, feigning innocence. "Don't act so scandalized. I'm just being honest."

he chuckled, as he straightened himself, his smirk deepening. "You know me Y/N, I always go after women who know exactly what they're getting themselves into."

You shook your head, not able to hide a grin, though. "I'd like to see the day you marry." you joked.

Max chuckled again, a smug expression on his face. "Oh, don't hold your breath, dear sister." he teased. "I plan on remaining a bachelor for as long as possible."

He paused for theatrical effect. "Besides, I find the idea of chasing after married women quite exhilarating."

He winked at you, clearly playing the part of the mischievous rake.

You clicked your tongue, shaking your head. "I am surprised Whistledown hasn't written about you, yet." you said. "You're quite the walking scandal."

Max raised an eyebrow, a smirk still plastered on his face. "Oh, darling sister, I must say I'm hurt." he said, mock offense in his voice. "How could you suggest such a thing? I'm a perfect gentleman."

He chuckled, leaning back against the carriage seat. "But I suppose it doesn't surprise me that Whistledown hasn't targeted me yet. She probably can't keep up with all my escapades."

You rolled your eyes, as the carriage slowed. "You're insufferable."

Max feigned a surprised gasp, pretending to be deeply wounded by your remark. "Oh, such harsh words from my own flesh and blood." he said in a dramatic tone, placing his hand over his chest.

The carriage came to a stop, and he chuckled, a proud smirk returning to his face. "But you know you love me anyway, Y/N."

You shook your head. "What other choice do I have?" you asked, smirking at him, as the door of the carriage was opened. You were helped out of the carriage, standing in front of Madame Delacroix's dressmaker.

Max stepped out of the carriage after you, a smirk on his face as he followed you into the dressmaker's. "None at all, I'm afraid." he said playfully.

As you entered, the shop appeared vibrant and elegant, filled with an array of beautiful gowns, fabrics, and accessories. The shopkeeper, Madame Delacroix, immediately noticed your arrival.

"Miss Barton." she greeted you with her france accent, curtsying. "Lord Barton."

Max smiled at Madame Delacroix. "Madame." he greeted back, bowing his head respectfully.

She then turned her attention directly to you. "Ah, Miss Barton, it is so lovely to see you."

She gestured around the shop. "We have many new arrivals today. I am sure we will find the perfect gown for you."

You nodded, smiling. "I can't wait."

Madame Delacroix returned your smile, clearly excited to help. "Excellent. Come, come. Let us look through the newest fabrics we have."

She led you and Max into the shop, guiding you past racks upon racks of colorful fabrics, the silks and satins shimmering in the light.

The shop felt like a little treasure trove of fashion.

Your fingers brushed over the various fabrics, trying to decide what you wanted. "I want at least one dress in lavender and one in baby blue." You stopped in front of a fabric that reflected the light in rainbow colors. “And this one on a dress."

Madame Delacroix nodded, clearly aware that you had a good eye. "Ah, excellent choices, Miss Barton.” she compliemented. “Lavender and Baby Blue are always lovely hues for a young Miss."

She then noticed the fabric you pointed out, the one with glimmering rainbow colors. "And that one is quite special indeed.” she spoke, nodding. “That's a beautiful iridescent silk. It will look absolutely stunning when made into a gown."

You nodded. "I want a gown of it and some with it as accents."

Madame Delacroix smiled, clearly pleased by your choices. "Of course, my Lady. That fabric will be perfect for making a stunning gown."

She gently took some of the fabric and held it up against you. "With your complexion, and the way it reflects the light, you will look absolutely radiant."

You smiled. "I'd like that."

Madame Delacroix nodded, smiling back at you. "Excellent. I will arrange for a gown made from this iridescent silk and incorporate some accents into other gowns too."

She then gestured toward the racks. "Now, shall we look for the other fabric options for the Lavender and Baby Blue dresses?"

You nodded. "Yes, please."

Madame Delacroix led you over to the appropriate section of fabric for the Lavender and baby blue dresses. She carefully picked out some swatches, holding them up against your face to see how they reflected against your complexion.

"Here, these would look lovely with the Lavender hue." she said, holding up a soft, delicate cotton fabric with a slight sheen to it. "And for the baby blue, maybe something a bit brighter, like this silk jacquard."

You felt the fabrics between your gloved fingers. "I like these." you said, nodding. "I'll take them."

Madame Delacroix smiled, pleased to hear your approval. "Excellent choice, my Lady.” she said. “The lavender will feel soft and lightweight against your skin, and the baby blue will have a lovely shimmer."

She made note of your choices, then looked up at you. "Now, any particular style or design you have in mind for these gowns?"

You thought for a moment. "Surprise me." you then said. "I don't have a particular style in mind, but maybe you can add some styles as accents or something, maybe something from France. You're the schooled one, I believe you'll make these gowns something special."

Madame Delacroix chuckled, clearly flattered by your trust in her. "Of course, Miss Barton. I will use my experience and creativity to design something special."

She nodded, then began to jot down some more notes. "I'll add some unique elements, perhaps a surprise detail on the lavender gown, and a special accent on the baby blue. Nothing too drastic, just enough to make them stand out."

You nodded. "I'd love that." you said, the thought of Anthony suddenly in the back of your mind. Maybe he would notice the details, maybe you’d stand out from the other girls.

Madame Delacroix smiled, clearly excited to get started on your gowns. "Wonderful."

She wrote down the last few notes, then looked up at you. "I'll begin working on these immediately. I assure you, Miss Barton, these gowns will be spectacular." she promised.

You nodded. "I'm sure they will." you spoke. "Very well, then I suppose we will pick gloves and such later? When the gowns are done, or now?"

Madame Delacroix considered the question for a moment, then replied. "I suggest we wait to pick out the gloves and accessories until your gowns are complete." she suggested. "That way, we can coordinate the colors and styles perfectly. What do you think, Miss Barton?"

You nodded. "Perfect."

"Excellent." Madame Delacroix smiled. "Then I will begin your gowns. Please come back to my shop when they're ready, and we'll select the perfect gloves and accessories to match."

You nodded again. "Thank you, Madame Delacroix."

She bowed her head in response. "It's my pleasure, Miss Barton." she returned. "I look forward to seeing you again soon when the gowns are done."

With that you bid her goodbye, leaving the Modiste together with Max.

Max, having been silently observing you and Madame Delacroix, smiled and offered you his arm as you left the dressmaker's shop.

"Well, I must say, Y/N, you certainly have an eye for fashion." he said, his trademark smirk in place.

You rolled your eyes. "Of course I have." you gave back. "One of us has to."

Max chuckled, fully aware of his own lack of interest in fashion. "Oh, come now, Y/N. You know I have other priorities than the latest trends and frills."

He squeezed your arm playfully, a hint of mischievousness in his voice. "I focus on more... enjoyable things."

You huffed. "Such as certain nightgowns, I guess?"

Max let out a hearty laugh at your comment, clearly amused by your tease. "Oh, darling sister, you know me too well." he spoke. "Let's just say I appreciate a beautiful woman in even more beautiful garments."

He gave you a wink, the playful banter between you both almost like a sibling ritual.

"That's what I thought." you mused. "So, the park it is now? We shall get the staff working to gather the pavilion and stuff."

Max nodded, the topic of conversation shifting as you mentioned the park. "Yes, the park."

He looked around, taking in the surroundings. "I'll arrange for everything necessary - pavilion, refreshments, any decorations. It will be a lovely setting for our atay at the park."

You nodded. "Perfect. Then I'll change into a more fitting gown, and we can go." you said, stopping in front of the carriage.

Max helped you into the carriage, a smirk on his face. "Oh, you want to change into a more fitting gown, do you?" he teased. "Does that mean you're trying to impress someone in particular with your attire?"

He raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the playful banter between you two.

You chuckled. "I have to, after all I'm supposed to find someone to marry, am I not?"

Max nodded, clearly amused by your comment. "Ah, yes. The hunt for a suitable suitor, how thrilling."

He chuckled again. "But tell me, darling sister, who exactly are you hoping to impress?" he wanted to know. "Or should I say, make a certain viscount jealous?"

You choked on your own saliva, coughing for a short moment. "I don't know what you mean." you then said. "After all you were the one telling me not to get too close to him, because he doesn't want to marry and, most importantly, is a notorious rake."

Max chuckled at your reaction, clearly finding your coughing episode quite humorous. "Oh, darling sister, you can deny it all you want, but you can't fool me."

He leaned closer, his smirk growing wider. "I saw the way you looked at him, the subtle glances, the way your cheeks flushed. You can't deny there's some interest there."

You glared at him. "How ironic of you to say after telling me to basically get away from him."

Max shrugged, his smirk unfaltering. "Oh, come now, Y/N. I was just looking out for you." he defended himself half-heartedly. "You know how rakes can be, especially someone with a reputation like Viscount Bridgerton."

He chuckled, a twinkle in his eye. "But you must admit, he is quite handsome." he added. "And his charm can be rather intoxicating. It's understandable to be attracted to him."

You rolled your eyes. "He is indeed handsome, but I think I can assure you he's not interested in men." you said. "Unlike you, with your interest in both."

It was forbidden, yet it didn't stop some of the men that were interested in their same gender. "As for being attracted to him," you continued. "I wish to marry out of love. I hardly know him."

Max chuckled, not denying your accusation about his own preferences. "You know me all too well, darling sister." he said, before shrugging casually. "But as for marriage, love is not a requirement, especially in our circles. Marriages of convenience abound, and that's exactly what you need: a practical and advantageous union."

You bit your cheek. "Yeah, I know." you said. "But one can wish, can I not?"

Max nodded, his teasing smile softening slightly. "Of course, darling sister. Wishing and hope are not forbidden." he spoke, chuckling softly. "Just make sure you keep your expectations in check. You know how the world of high society works. Love is not always on the table in these arranged matches."

"It hardly ever is." you agreed. "Still I want something like our parents had. I want love, unconditional and never ending love. There's still some time left till the end of the season, maybe I'll still find it. That is, if no one asks for my hand before that and you sell me off."

Max tilted his head, his eyes studying you intently. He knew you well and could sense your hopefulness for love not fading. "Spoken like a true dreamy romantic, Y/N."

He chuckled softly, his words not without sympathy. "I understand your desire for love, I truly do. But remember that practicality must come first. If a suitor of good standing asks for your hand, we must consider the benefits of such a union."

You scoffed. "You're saying that like you were in my position." you said. "Yet you can choose who you marry, whilst I am chosen."

Max ran a hand through his hair, a small sigh escaping his lips. "I may have more freedom in choosing a partner, but you must remember that our social standing depends on you making a good match." he returned, but softening his tone. "I'm simply saying that in our world, love must take a backseat when strategic connections are at stake. Your marriage, no matter how much you hate it, could make or break our family's future."

You nodded, feeling that burden on your shoulders every time you talked to a potential suitor. "And what about a Viscount?" you asked, a bit hopeful. "Would a Viscount be a good match?"

You intentionally didn't say a name, though.

Max raised an eyebrow, clearly catching on to your meaning. "A Viscount hmm?" he made. "Someone in particular on your mind, darling sister? A Viscount would be a most advantageous match, no doubt about it. A respected title, a high social standing, and the potential for a well-connected union."

You sighed, nodding. "Well, then we'll have to see what comes out of this season, will we not?" you spoke, as the carriage arrived back at your home. "But I don't want lord Pendale or Berbrooke."

Max chuckled, rolling his eyes at the mention of Lord Pendale and Berbrooke. "Lord Pendale is a buffoon and has the wit of a brick, he wouldn't be a suitable match for you."

he told you, before he sighed disdainfully at the mention of Lord Berbrooke. "And Berbrooke...I would rather see you marry a horse than that greasy worm."

You snorted at his choice of words, when the carriage door was opened. "Wise words, brother." you said, taking the hand of the horseman that helped you out of the carriage. "Like a true gentleman."

Max chuckled, stepping out behind you. "Oh, you flatter me, darling sister. I'm always the picture of gentlemanly decorum."

He followed you into the house, smirking. "But worry not. I shall guard your reputation fiercely. No greasy worms or fools will be allowed near you."

You nodded. "Then I'm glad to have you by my side, dear brother." you said playfully. "My personal guard dog."

Max rolled his eyes, playing along with your teasing. "Oh, please. I am much more refined than a mere guard dog." he said. "Perhaps a lion, or a mighty dragon, ready to protect its treasure at all costs."

You scoffed. "A dragon, huh?" you chuckled, shaking your head, walking towards the stairs. "I'll let you know when I'm ready to go to the park."

Max chuckled, watching as you ascended the stairs. "Very well, darling sister. I'll have the carriage prepared for your convenience."

He gave you a mock salute. "And I shall wait here like a proper dragon guard, ready to burn down any unworthy suitors who dare approach you."

You snorted, shaking your head, before you went into your room.

Max chuckled, watching you disappear into your room. He leaned against a wall, his thoughts wandering. He knew he had his duties to ensure you would find a suitable match, but he couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for having to act as your matchmaker rather than your brother.

With a sigh, he made his way outside to instruct the staff to prepare the carriage for your trip to the park.

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dragon-curse-au · 2 months ago

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DRAGON CURSE MASTERPOST

When Dark Enchantress Cookie meddles with powers that are beyond her control, small gemstone artifacts become scattered across Earthbread, full of magical draconic energy that has the ability to curse any cookie that comes into contact with one. The curse is now commonly known as the Dragon Curse, giving those effected the power to turn into a dragon at will with some drawbacks. Now Dark Enchantress strives to attempt to regain control over the curse, drawing in the attention of the Beast cookies as well.

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What is Dragon Curse AU?

Dragon Curse is a Cookie Run: Kingdom AU that completely rewrites the canon timeline. It is mainly focused on several relationships between cookies, and of course, the main gimmick: the dragon curse.

What is the dragon curse? What does it do?

The dragon curse itself is a curse that can be inflicted upon cookie when they come into contact with artifacts magically charged with draconic energy. Becoming cursed allows the bearer to transform into a dragon (having both an anthro and full dragon form), which can either be done at will or brought out via strong emotions. While cursed cookies will never achieve the same power or grandeur as a true dragon, they can still experience a fraction of that immense power and use it to their advantage.

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The entire AU revolves around shipping. If you want specific ships, the main ones that are discussed are: Pure Vanilla/Dark Cacao, Shadow Milk/Burning Spice, Dark Choco/Red Velvet, Hollyberry/Golden Cheese, Wildberry/Crunchy Chip, Mystic Flour/Eternal Sugar, White Lily/Elder Faerie, Royal Margarine/Pitaya Dragon, Capsaicin/Prune Juice/Kouign-Amann, Silent Salt/Wind Archer, Espresso/Madeleine/Eclair, Affogato/Clotted Cream, and many more.

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Dragon Curse spans from the beginning of Earthbread to the very afterlives of the cookies that lived within it. Most of the story takes place during when the canon events would, though it is worth noting that nearly nothing from canon remains the same.

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luvistqrzzz · 2 years ago

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TRIVIA : LOVE — enhypen hyung line oneshot series

Finding love is not easy they say but what happens when you fall for someone at the most unexpected time in an unexpected way? — whisper a small oops and continue to fall further into the loophole of love.

aka the chronicles of a hopeless romantic soul

PAIRING && GENRE — hyung line x f!reader, can be read as stand alone oneshots, crack, ansgt, fluff, happy ending, more tba in individual fics

TAGLIST — open send an ask or comment to be added (you will be tagged for all the 4 fics) — @flwrshee @aosbie @rsmura @enhastolemyheart @yannew @sophiko22 @www-jungwon @nwjws @in-somnias-world @zzinyl @mrchweeee @ghostiiess @ilovecheese09

PERMANENT TAGLIST — @rikizm @str0l0gy @yenqa @heetoldme @crxzs @s00buwu @nhularin @bunreis @hysgf @mochamvgz @myonos — will be added in all parts

STATUS — to be released !!

AN — TYSM FLO @dollikis FOR THE MAIN BANNER ISTG SHE'S SUCH A GENIUS 🫶🏼🥹 I CANNOT GET ENOUGH OF IT ILYSM FLO my banners for the rest of the fic look like shit 😻🤞🏼 i feel the general summary is so cringe ( if someone comes up w a better one then pls help 😭) ALSO the fics in the series are based on rom com books tbh ive been planning and editing the masterlist for the past two weeks ahaha so idk how to feel about it... technically im still on my writing hiatus but ill try to start working on the fics after exams,,, hope yall look forward to it hehe ^_^ !!

"It was like I was trying to memorize him — in case this was the last time I would ever see him." — (failed) STEPS TO NOT MISS YOUR EX

There were a lot of ways your sister's wedding could have gone wrong but none of them included you crossing paths with your ex who happened to be the assistant wedding planner. Alternatively, where you were apparently "over" Lee Heeseung but an (almost) disastrous wedding made you think otherwise.

a luvistqrzzz rendition of save the date by morgan matson — [ read here ]

“Here's the thing about writing Happily Ever Afters: it helps if you believe in them.” — LETTERS TO YOU, ME AND THE BEACH

When a crippling writer’s block and an almost broke bank account forces you to move to an old family home, you didn’t expect to cross paths with your arch nemesis from high school, the ever obnoxious, Park Jay. But maybe the series of events that unfold during the summer could help you with a romantic book or two.

a luvistqrzzz rendition of beach read by emily henry — [ read here ]

“Note to self: Do not under any circumstances fall in love again.” — A 1000 WAYS BACK TO YOU

When Jake realizes he doesn't want to be (only) friends with you anymore, you are already moving halfway around the world and he's left alone on the other side of the line. Will it take two oblivious idiots 10 years and more than a hundred missed chances to see the feelings they've been hiding for long?

a luvistqrzzz rendition of where rainbows end by cecelia ahern — [ read here ]

"Well sure, who doesn't need a boyfriend? But realistically, those exotic creatures are hard to come by. At least a quality one.” — A STRANGER'S GUIDE TO LOVE AND CHRISTMAS

For Sunghoon, Christmas is like any other day, only a hundred times more crowded. But then he stumbles across a notebook at the local bookstore. A notebook full of... dares. As he and the anonymous author spend the entire Christmas eve swapping stories and dreams around the city of Seoul, where will it lead Sunghoon to?

a luvistqrzzz rendition of dash and lily's book of dares by rachel cohn and david levithan — [ read here ]

works belongs to @luvistqrzzz do not copy repost or translate my work

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iwriteasfotini · 9 months ago

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Our Love is Written in the Stars

I'm writing a long mostly canon-compliant Marauders era series. Lots of info to be had in this post.<3 Years 1-5 are complete on AO3! Next up is year six. ......Always...... ......What is this series?...... ......OLIWITS Reference Materials on AO3...... ......What OLIWITS characters look like...... ......OLIWITS One-Shots......and here...... >>>This is a very interactive post, click around!<<< >>>>>>Minors please DNI with EXPLICIT content<<<<<<<

A Rat's Tail

Peter POV | Ongoing timeline | WIP on AO3 This is my series/universe from Peter's POV. It's more canon-compliant than my main series even though they exist in tandem.

The Heir and The Spare

The Prince's Pact

The Bonds of Friendship

The Heart of the Lion

The Wolf and The Star

The Changing Times

The War Years

Part I - The Battered Boy Barty POV | sixth/seventh year at Hogwarts Part II - The Ones Who Bore the Mark Regulus POV | sixth/seventh year at Hogwarts Part III - The Prince of Darkness Severus POV | seventh year at Hogwarts Part IV - TBA Part V - TBA Part VI - TBA Part VII - TBA

Main Ships

Jegulus | Wolfstar | Snily | Rosekiller | The Black Brothers

Music

This series has two main theme songs, then each book has one/two theme songs. Plus sometimes I have a song attached to a chapter, which means each installment has its own playlist.

>>>Master Playlist<<< (Theme songs only - very short playlist)

>>>Epic Playlist<<< (Every single song in order, really really epic)

The above will grow in length as I post each installment. I will be sharing all of my playlists from Spotify.

Other things to know:

*If you are a minor, please do not engage in content I rate Explicit. This if for my safety and yours. My Explicit content on Ao3 is usually locked to registered users only.*

Author Notes

This story contains a large cast of queer characters who may or may not label themselves. There are also characters who identify as trans and nonbinary. And I'll say it until I'm blue in the face, I know this isn't realistic of the time period. Who cares!

Warning: People who have sensitivity to the following themes should approach this work with caution. It gets DARK.

Some tags which will be used at times: Underage drinking; underage recreational drug use; underage sex; profanity; domestic abuse; blood; animal harm/death; self harm including attempting suicide; death; violence; grief; psychological abuse; torture; nonconsensual sex/sexual abuse; animal sex; minor homophobia; sexual content; sexual themes

A final note:

If this sounds like an enticing series to you, you are welcome to follow me or subscribe to the series on Ao3. This is a major passion project. I am writing 100% for me but I think some of you might also enjoy it, so I'm going to share.

Thanks for taking the time to read this introduction post. I hope to see you in the comments on Ao3. Cheers!

*I do not agree with the original author's personal beliefs, obviously.*

*I DO NOT USE AI to write, ever. At all. Just no.*

Other things:

My Metas | Fic Recs | #Writing lesson for the day | My Substack

My Fandom Related Rants and Exploration Series | Fics I've Read

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viridescent-daydream · 6 months ago

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‹𝟹``Will you walk with me in the moonlight?" ★ ๋࣭ ⭑➛ roleplay friendly

╰┈➤ vanilla ✎ ftm - he/him • it/its • 20 • '*•.¸♡ #2 purelily fan ೃ⁀➷

my primary kin is pure vanilla !! he shares my identity so in my canon he is an aromantic gay man. - 𖹭 - semi roleplay blog but mostly here to cookiepost with white lily !! posts will primarily be focused on kingdom

keep roleplay interactions sfw & platonic please! | everybody's friend <3 | ic interactions okay!

read more about our blog canon here (tba) | my white lily is unrelated to dark enchantress <3

crob: rire

crk: wormmon

crwc: messmer

crtoa: morgott

tag directory 💕 tba

pinned edits coming soon

#cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cr kingdom #crk #crk rp

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orchestrahearts · 4 months ago

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“Don’t worry about it. I was already awake.” @ the twins <3

nightmares.

“Are you sure?” Lily asks. “I’m not going to keep you up, am I?” There had been plenty of times she couldn’t sleep and there had been plenty of times she didn’t want to keep anyone else up. Even if someone’s already awake, she doesn’t need to keep them up longer than they have to be. Least of all, she doesn’t need to talk about what it is keeping her awake.

#✧ | mail received ( answered asks )#frstwomn #✧ | no queue what i’m doing!#lily: frstwomn #v; twins first kid tag tba

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moonflower-faerie · 6 months ago

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˚₊‧꒰ა lily ☆ he/him ☆ 19 ☆ #1 purelily fan !! ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ☆ "I want to see my friends again..." ‧₊˚ roleplay + kin friendly!

obligatory cookie run sideblog. primarily kingdom focused but i may occasionally post about other games. posts may contain kingdom spoilers as they're released.

my top kin is white lily!! i project a lot of my identity onto her. i use she/him pronouns for him and headcanon him as an aromantic gay trans man. this is partially a silly roleplay blog for her! her lore is a bit changed, but he's otherwise the same as canon. the main difference is that dark enchantress is a separate person.

please keep rp interactions sfw + platonic! ic interactions okay <3 i kin and selfship with a lot of characters, block me for your own comfort if you don't like doubles i truly don't care

crk: darkclownsado crob: sinna crwc: whitelilycookie crtoa: darkclownsado

tag directory: here lore post: tba

#cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cr kingdom #crk #crk rp

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bluejaysandblackbats · 1 year ago

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Lily of the Valley

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam

Summary: Jason Todd dies and comes back to life. As the League takes him in, he navigates his morality and family values over the years.

Chapters: 13/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Talia al Ghul, Ra’s al Ghul, Damian Wayne, Barbara Gordon, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Sheila Haywood

Relationships: TBA

Additional Tag: Immortal Jason Todd, League of Assassins Jason Todd, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Protective Talia al Ghul, Good Parent Talia al Ghul, Jason Todd Needs a Hug, Good Sibling Jason Todd, Hurt/Comfort, Adopted Children, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Emotional Manipulation, Claustrophobia, Child Death, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Resurrected Jason Todd

Chapter Thirteen: Morning Glory

Jason met Ra's in the heart of the garden to give him the flash drive as soon as he arrived. "You've done as I've asked... Exactly as I've asked," Ra's commended Jason. His lips twitched slightly, and Jason considered that a smile. Jason tensed involuntarily as Ra's reached forward and sifted through Jason's hair with his fingers. Jason shut his eyes as he took Ra's' hand and led it to the wound on his head. In his three years on the island, Ra's had never offered such a tender interest in him. "Any nausea? Dizziness?"

"No, sir," Jason answered.

"I'd like you to start training again this afternoon," Ra's commanded. Jason nodded. He was never quite sure what Ra's meant when he mentioned training. Sometimes that meant dying, and other times it meant sparring. Jason never said no. Ra's didn't seem like the type of man people said no to. "Do I frighten you?"

Jason bowed his head in shame. "That's good. Fear can be a form of respect," Ra's replied, "Tomorrow, I want you to join me for breakfast."

"And Mama too?" Jason questioned. Ra's shook his head.

"Only you... But for now, rest up and prepare for tonight's training session," Ra's commanded. Jason nodded and waited for Ra's to dismiss him. "I'm sure you have other things to attend to now." Jason nodded and left Ra's alone in his office.

He crept through the hallway, looking for Damian, but he wasn't in the nursery or the library. Jason opened the training room door and whistled for Damian's attention. Damian dropped his staff and ran toward him. "Gē!" Damian yelled. Jason spun Damian around and showered him in kisses.

"Wǒ ài nǐ!" Jason exclaimed. He put Damian down.

"Wǒ yě ài nǐ," Damian replied. He kissed Jason's forehead.

"Would you like to see what I bought you?" Jason questioned. Damian nodded. Jason took Damian's hand and led him to the jet. From there, Jason grabbed his backpack and pulled out a wrapped box. "Take it to the playroom while I get your other gift."

Damian ran off, leaving Jason alone on the jet for a moment. Jason grabbed his bags, carrying each one to his room to organize his new belongings. Afterward, he joined Damian in the playroom and opened two large bags. "What's inside?" Damian asked.

"Open it," Jason nudged him gently.

Damian knocked on one of the boxes. "Blocks?" Damian questioned.

"Don't guess," Jason chuckled.

"Seaglass?" Damian questioned.

"Open it, Di," Jason commanded. Damian obeyed and carefully unwrapped the paper around the box. His tiny fingers were wrapped in bandages, and Jason noticed bruising on Damian's wrists and shoulders. "Who did that to you?"

"I wasn't careful enough during training," Damian mumbled. Jason frowned and kissed the top of Damian's head.

"Who was it?" Jason asked.

Damian whispered the name reluctantly, and Jason nodded. He hadn't heard that name before, but he'd already decided what he wanted to do about it. Revenge. Damian finished opening his first gift and grinned, almost completely forgetting how angry Jason seemed. "Thank you!" Damian exclaimed. He covered his mouth and repeated his gratitude in a lower tone of voice. Jason smiled softly, but his mind was elsewhere. "Can we build it together?"

Jason nodded. "Not today, though... I have to start training again tonight," Jason replied as he reclined into a floor pillow. Damian nodded and laid his head on Jason's stomach.

Jason drifted to sleep on the floor, his hands linked over his chest. The playroom floor felt nearly as good as his bed would've. He was home, and Damian was warm. Damian was content with Jason's presence. Once it was time for Jason to train, Damian decided to follow behind. He'd never seen Jason at work before.

Ra's leaned forward and asked Jason who he wanted to spar with, and a grin spread across Jason's face. "Saru Thapa," Jason replied. Damian reached for Jason's hand, but it'd already been done. Jason chose a threaded monkey fist and stood in the center of the floor. A masked person approached and chose a blunt katana as their weapon. Saru struck first with a swipe of their foot to knock Jason off balance, but he fiercely swung his weapon around and hit them in the side. The pain would've knocked most normal people off-balance, but it made Saru laugh. It was a warm laugh. A young woman's laugh.

They exchanged blows with their weapons for a while, and in Jason's frustration, he dropped his monkey fist and struck her with his closed fist. She took off her mask and spat out blood. Jason stepped back and squared up. He shook his head to regain his senses but wasn't sure what to do with the emotions and thoughts swirling in his usually quiet mind. She punched him in the nose, and he punched her in the stomach. They exchanged blows until they were both battered and bloodied. She staggered toward him, still smiling, but he could tell she was spent. He didn't want to deal the final blow because he couldn't bear to part with her.

Before either of them could advance, Jason was overcome by a metallic taste on his tongue and turned away. He didn't have enough time to vomit before hitting the ground. Damian advanced forward to run to him, but someone scooped him up and held him back. "Gē!" Damian cried out.

Ra's took his own cape and placed it under Jason's head as he held up one hand to keep everyone in place. "If you are not Damian or an attendant, leave!" Ra's commanded. The man holding Damian set him down, allowing him to run to Ra's. "He's going to be fine. Do you understand me? Your tears will only frighten him. Can you be brave for him today?"

The question was soft-natured and genuine. It was out of character for Ra's to be comforting, so Damian knew it must've been true. Something about it put Damian at ease. Damian dried his tears and nodded. When the seizing stopped, Damian helped place Jason in the recovery position. Jason winced and looked at Ra's and Damian before closing his eyes. Damian kissed his forehead. "Grandfather's going to fix everything," Damian mumbled gently.

"He's right," Ra's added, "Once you can sit up, I'll take you to the pit. Your mother's already waiting for you." Jason fought an oncoming headache and his already sore limbs as he sat up and allowed Ra's to pick him up. There was tender compassion in the way Ra's scooped him up, and even Damian could feel it. Ra's smiled down at Damian. Damian covered his mouth in shock and trailed behind his grandfather in silent disbelief.

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