#mc x annabelle

[uselessgay10101]

I have finished the Desire & Dercorum series

I can safely say I am flabbergasted how 1800s wlw lovestory had more development than a 2000s wlw lovestory

[sapphoschoices]

Starry Skies

Book: Desire & Decorum

Characters: Bridgette Lawrence (D&D MC), Annabelle Parsons

Relationships: D&D MC x Annabelle Parsons (pre-slash)

Rating: General Audiences

Word Count: 1,145

Summary: Set in Book 1, between chapters 4 & 5. Bridgette and Annabelle have a heart to heart in the grounds of Edgewater as they admire the wonders of the natural world.

“There's a constellation there, called ‘The Plough’” Annabelle pointed to the sky. Bridgette followed her finger in anticipation to see… just some stars.

“Where? I just see stars.” Bridgette turned her head towards Annabelle, who appeared to be straining her eyes as she looked to the sky.

“And there is Ursa Major. The plough is part of that. The other stars are a bit more faint though.” She didn't seem to acknowledge or notice Bridgettes confusion.

“Dearest Annabelle, I don't know what you're pointing at.” Bridgette rested her hand on her friend's outstretched arm to get her attention. “All I see are stars.”

“Of course.” Annabelle turned to look Bridgette in the face, trying her best to hide her disappointment. “I forget the constellations aren't easy to recognise by people who aren't as familiar with them.”

“Show me this plough again.” Bridgette demanded after a few seconds of quiet. “I think I can find it.”

Annabelle shifted her flat body closer to Bridgette and pointed to the sky again. “It's made up of seven stars. Just follow my finger.” Bridgette did as she was told and followed Annabelle's finger as she traced a series of shaky lines in the sky.

“How do you know about these constellations? Is it something I should know, now that I am part of the gentry?” Bridgette furrowed her brows in worry.

“You needn't worry about that. None of my sisters care for the stars. I only know about them because of a book I borrowed from your father.” Annabelle smiled fondly. “I used to sneak onto my balcony with a candle when I was younger to study the stars. I always wished for my own telescope, though.”

“I wish we'd known each other long ago. I would have listened to you talk about the stars forever.” Bridgette gazed lovingly at Annabelle. “I could listen to you talk about anything, for that matter.”

“What sort of books did you like to read when you were young?” Annabelle questioned innocently, unaware of the feelings she would cause Bridgette.

It took her a while to respond, prompting Annabelle to question her wellbeing, which Bridgette brushed off. “I didn't really read very much. It's not something I had a lot of practice of, in Grovershire.”

She didn't dare look at Annabelle. There was much that Bridgette had worried about when becoming gentry folk, but this was the first time she'd felt true shame over it.

“But, I loved Shakespeare. When I was young, we would put on shows in the village, and I loved to perform, though my Mama would often have to read lines for me to recite.” Bridgette attempted a topic change.

“It is alright that you aren't an experienced reader.” Annabelle reassured her and reached for her hand after a moment of quiet contemplation. “I do not judge you for your upbringing.”

“There is nothing wrong with my upbringing. I just feel out of place, like I am miles away from anyone else.” Bridgette stretched her arms out, laying them out by her sides, one draped over Annabelle.

“Then you are not much different to me.” Annabelle clasped the hand draped across her chest. “I have never felt like I fit into this life. I've never been happy with the place in society we are given as women.”

“I just wish I could run far away. My home wouldn't be the same without my Mama, but perhaps I could find somewhere new.” She closed her eyes wistfully. “I could not yet leave you, though, or my father. I'm not certain he could suffer another heartbreak.”

“The stars are all very far apart, too. I suppose we are not unlike them.” Annabelle took Bridgette's hand in both of her own. “It may seem like everyone you have met is so unified and that everyone fits perfectly, but that is not the case. There are plenty like me and you who feel out of place. You are not alone here.”

Bridgette opened her eyes and smiled at Annabelle squeezing her hand. “Thank you, my dearest Annabelle. Your reassurance truly means the world to me.”

“Even the Countess has struggled in my time knowing her. I can't say I like the woman myself, but she has certainly been dealt an unlucky hand.”

Bridgette huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. “Well perhaps I could've learnt all about that from the woman herself, were she not so set on sabotaging my life.”

Annabelle let out a little giggle at her friend's dramatics, forcing Bridgette to fight off a small smile. “Don't laugh,” she lightly hit Annabelle with the back of her hand, “I wish she were more welcoming to me. All I want is my family.”

“I wish you could've met Harry.” Annabelle admitted. “He struggled with my stars too. You two would've loved one another.”

“They're your stars are they?” Bridgette raised an eyebrow. “Perhaps I will have to study them intensely and surpass your knowledge.”

“Oh you know what I meant.” Annabelle rolled her eyes with a smile. “Harry would've said exactly the same thing, you know.”

“I enjoy when you talk about him.” Bridgette finally sat up from the grass. “It's disappointing that I never knew him, but hearing you talk about him makes me feel closer. Mr Marlcaster never talks about him.”

“He is in mourning, still. Mr Marlcaster was there when Harry died. It is understandably hard to talk about.”

“Does he blame himself?” Bridgette asked quietly, prompting Annabelle to sit up beside her.

“I'm sure of it. He seems guilty whenever Harry is brought up, and conversations about him never last long when he's around.”

The pair say in comfortable silence for a while, before Bridgette roughly tugged Annabelle back down to lie on the ground, putting a finger on her lips.

“Miss Parsons?” The voice of Annabelle's footman sounded from across the front garden, added to by the telltale light of a lantern shining around Annabelle's face.

“Do you think the grass is long enough to hide us forever?” Annabelle whispered, causing Bridgette to begin giggling, cutting herself off with a hand over her mouth.

After calming, Bridgette whispered her plan to Annabelle. “If you can sneak inside, I'll distract your footman. I might be able to frighten him off if we're lucky.”

“One of the benefits of being the friend of a future countess.” Annabelle smiled as she turned over her shoulder to get a look at her footman. “Let's go, his backs turned.”

Unfortunately, she in no way understood who on earth came up with the idea that there was a plough in the sky.

Bridgette nodded, lifting herself up and making her way to the footman, smoothing down her hair and looking back to the stars in the process, and for the first time that night, Bridgette understood what she was looking at.

@choicesficwriterscreations

[lorirwritesfanfic]

Stories from Meant To Be AU that don't follow the timeline (because my muse just can't wait 🤭)

Friendship fics

Bonding Experiences | Annabelle Parsons, Briar Daly, MC (Daphne)

Not Ready | Yusuf Konevi, F!OC (Veronica Dantas), Prince Hamid

Hamid x Daphne

Art Project

Movie Date

Summer Tastes

When It’s Meant To Be 💋

Five More Minutes: Lazy Couple, Terrible Friends

OTP Texts - I Want A Baby Challenge  

Impromptu Dance: A Special Night (ft. Bartholomew x Yusuf)

Training For The Future

A Nice View

Long Distance Love: An Unusual Date 

A Wish For Christmas (And All The Other Days)

A Good Chef And His Moody Sous-chef  

Personal Favourite: Kiss It Better

Personal Favourite: Favourite Part(s)

Bad Parenting

Niceness Test  ✨new✨

Annabelle x Veronica

Memories And Dirty Daydreams 💋

A Little Nudge (ft. Hamid x Daphne)

The Letter (ft. Hamid x Daphne)

Loving Her For Who She Is

OTP Texts - I Want A Baby Challenge

Love Language

Worthy Of Love

Bartholomew x Yusuf

A Love Like A Love Song

Ernest x Alisha

Best Part Of The Night 

Try 💋

Warming Up 💋

[peonyblossom]

Meet My MC - Ophelia Parsons Capulet

Book: Desire & Decorum Name: Ophelia Parsons Capulet Pronouns: she/her Sexuality: Sapphic Birthday: November 2, 1795 Zodiac: Scorpio Height: 5’6” Love Interest: Annabelle Parsons

Just the basics for now, but might add more at some point! Feel free to send any asks about her :-)

[uselessgay10101]

🏳️‍🌈✨️Lesbianism✨️🏳️‍🌈

annabelle is so proud of me

[biggest-geo-oogami-enjoyer]

Somnophilia smut with Sol? Reader doesn't wake up (Tʖ̯T)

No Rest for the Wicked (Sol x MC/Reader - Somnophilia Smut)

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, PRESENTING TO THE STAGE, YOUR FAVOURITE TKATB WRITER !!!

SKY FORTRESSES AND BURNING CITADELS, WITH A LONGTIME-AWAITED, PROMISED SOLIVAN BRUGMANSIA S.M.U.T.!

*bows*

Anyway, just a reminder this is rape, non-consented, probably slightly OOC, and I'm a (slightly more than) tad rusty in writing. I've also never written smut before, so do give feedback if you deem it necessary. Toodles, my sexy motherfuckers.

You could even say I came back with a bang. ;)

P.S. Also the M/C is written as a virgin in this, if your character isn't then congratulations! They hid their previous sexual escapades impeccably well, for Sol to not know.

- Signed by biggest-geo-oogami-enjoyer

Wicked: evil or morally wrong.

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The room was pitch black, so heavily ensnared in the gaping shade of the darkened night that even shadows disappeared under its tarlike veil. Any ordinary, random burglar would be blindly stumbling about like an idiot, if they happened upon your apartment with…impure intentions.

Sol wasn’t a burglar, and he was definitely not ordinary. He wasn’t a mindless passerby on the streets, with a forgettable face and unassuming nature. Sure, he acted the part well, played the weak-minded shy kid well. But that act, that mask? It’s for the faces that litter his vision, that plague his sight and try to distract him from his goal, his mission, his messiah.

Faces that exist as a way to try and deter him from his forever, from his life and his bride, from his venerant Annabel Lee.

You.

He’s saving his true, adaptable, self for you. He’s willing to morph into anyone for you, alter himself, hurt himself if you so merely asked!

You could ask him to kill for you and he wouldn’t even blink until said soul was eviscerated; and their body exsanguinated and dumped in an outskirt lake.

He was the only one for you, your only soulmate, your only lover, your only.

So why did you always neglect him? Ignore him; spend time with him as a last resort, all in favour of that insignificant bastard-born slug?!

What did he have that Sol didn’t? Hmm? 

The queries began to flood his mind, onslaught his body. He barked out a laugh, a cold, brisk sound that reverberated across the walls, before cruelly biting the skin of his knuckles.

Hush, can’t have you wake up now darling, not when you’re so serene and at ease.

He didn’t want to do anything bad to you, of course not, he loves you…! But even the best of lovers need to be taught a lesson…or seven.

Boots softly thud against your floor, their path marked by years of memory and intuition, and like normal, he makes his way to your bedside.

Sol might not be able to see you, but he doesn’t need to. He already knows how you sleep, he remembers the precise dosage of medication he needs to do this…he’s all set…

Yet the longer he stands there, the more time ticks by him, gently ageing you both second by second closer to a fated death, he was struck by an epiphany:

Why the fuck should he settle for this? He’s been in the darkness long enough.

The kid at the back.

The afterthought.

The forgotten face of the world.

If Jericho Ichabod gets to see you…then so shall fucking he.

In a bout of ornery, he ditched his boots and marched into the lightless expanse of your lounge. He knew you had a torch hidden somewhere, might as well finally make use of it. 

Like he will of you.

Most people would’ve already ditched or aimlessly clambered around; but Sol wasn’t most people. He knew your residence inside out, all of them.Each place, grandiose or minimalistic, apartment or house. No matter where you go, he’s always watching, tonight’s just a little more…intimate, a touch closer than his usual escapades.

His hand softly searched the drawers, each soft click sent a thrilling chill down his spine, his body shuddered as he tactfully manoeuvred his way about the room. His fingers casually map each surface, fondling for anything remotely cylindrical…until, after what felt like millenia, he finds it. How lucky.

A lava lamp. Bright enough to see you, dim enough to not awaken you; and look at that…it’s red, like his eyes, like his lips…like his cock.

Were you thinking of me, beloved?

With methodical steps, silent as the grave, he strode back to you, placed the lamp in the closet door…and by God’s holy grail was he once more rendered stunned.

The soft crimson rays paint your frame in a way he prayed to one day replicate, with his own blood, perhaps? Paint wouldn’t be enough to perfectly capture your divine essence. 

Your lips look so fucking good. 

He wanted to have you so damn badly it hurt.

And he would’ve…until something crossed his peripherals.

A small photo, about the size of his palm, lay tucked away on your bedside drawer.

To say Sol was intrigued by this was an understatement, and his bubbling wonder continued to froth as he took in the details of this quaint square and halted. 

All intrigue turned to rage, white and hot like his flesh and it pelted his mind like hail on an abandoned car; before an idea, comical as it was repulsive, crept into the depraved depths of his mind.

What better way to avenge himself than make the whore see? See how much better he is, both in appearance and in bed?

A lifeless grin moulded into his face, Sol positioned the photo to ensure it stared right at him; The slug isn’t worthy of seeing the pretty things you’ll do; he thought.

He bored his eyes into ones of disgusting cobalt, before turning down to the grandest feast of his life.

Slender fingers, corpse-like in colour, caressed your face, measuring once more the map that is your body, his eyes hungrily raking over your sleeping form.

Against his better judgement, he lowers his head and drags his tongue, languid and unhurried, across your neck, his teeth softly rubbing across your zen pulse. 

He swiftly rose up, his face burning and his breaths stuttering; all the while his cock —  like the night before, and the one before that — began to fucking ache, straining horribly against his pants, almost begging to be allowed freedom from its constant confines. 

The urge to tear off your clothes and piston himself so deep inside you that your body would refuse any other dick was so tempting. The mere thought made a small wet spot appear, yet Sol would take his time, after all, this was merely you making up for teasing him, right?

Fuck it.

In one swift motion, he’s at your side, his nose buried in the crook of your neck as his hand casually dived under your shirt, worming its way towards the mounds that lay atop your angelic heart; but you couldn’t possibly blame him, they’re so malleable and beautiful; just like you!

He inhaled sharply, before closing his eyes and stifling a pathetic whimper.

You smell so fucking good.

His whole body was like a bomb, ticking away until either his time runs out and he leaves to care for himself elsewhere, or until he allows himself to… indulge.

If Ichabod got to revel in your presence, then so shall he.

“Mhh??”

Shit.

He froze, his body arched over you, his hoodie half off, exposing his burnt abdomen, carmine circles and purple dots peppering him like seasoning. 

Ahh…you told me I was beautiful in your eyes once…but I won’t risk you rejecting me from these, darling.

Another reason why he loved you oh-so much. You’re so pristine, so pure, so perfect that it stung. He didn’t deserve you, he wasn’t remotely close to reaching the bar of whom someone like you should have; but he didn’t care anymore. You were here, beneath him.

And he was going to have you if it’s the last thing he ever does.

Soon enough, his mouth returned to your pulse, suckling on the throbbing flesh and his teeth cautiously caging the arteries, until a mark — angry red like the burns that paint his skin — started to blossom.

His hand inched up your breast, the pads of his chilled fingers encircled your areolas, the nips hardened and prodded at him, begging to be pleasurably satiated — and satiate he inevitably would.

He swiftly moved to straddling you, this time in entirety, careful to avoid putting too much pressure on your torso. When you’re lying so prettily before him it was almost too easy to forget how much bigger than you he was, how small and dainty and delicate you were compared to him.

Using his other hand to lift your nightshirt to your collarbones, Sol redirected himself fully to your breasts, his teeth grazing over the buds before rapidly digging them into the warm fat, his nails clawing at your sides like they were pencils upon a blank canvas and the artist had the eureka of a lifetime.

His face felt torrid, his whole body felt like it’d been set ablaze and he’d barely started.

Look at what you’ve turned me into, but I’m not complaining, how can I?

Sol suddenly wished he was a snake, so he could coil around your body forever, his fangs lodged in either your neck or tits, while his tip would remain buried so deeply within you that you’d forget what it meant to move normally.

But hey, he could still do one of those things. The drugs are significantly stronger this time.

As if to test the waters, he delicately shifted your blouse off of you, tossing it somewhere else on the bed whilst he — perverted as he knew he was — admired your figure, his hands mellowly brushing your arms and kneading your curves, wanting to ingrain this image of you for the rest of his life.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty. How are you so pretty?”

His cock was shrieking now, hell, he was struggling to contain himself. But he could hold off a little longer, right?

No. No I can’t.

His hands weren’t even his anymore, by the time he’d ceased gazing at you, his belt was being yanked out and he was aggressively tugging his pants down, a sharp slap! bouncing off the walls as his dick emerged from its confines, dribbles of translucent white steadily seeped out the shroomy head. 

He inched closer to you, deciding to fully ditch his clothes as he tenderly brought your hands into his. He covered them each in kisses, suckled on your fingertips, before guiding them towards his throbbing crotch, your fingers tightly clutched onto it; it’s like you’ve wanted this as much as him!

Shit. Fuck. Fuck you’re so pretty.

Blanketing your fingers with his longer ones, Sol slowly pumped himself into your palm, his whole body almost falling on top of you with how violently he shook at the sheer magnitude of carnal pleasure that coursed through his veins.

A pitiful whine emitted from his tongue as he commenced vigorously propelling himself into your hand, the drastic change in speed and temperament making the sensations nearly overwhelming. 

It forced him to hold his weight up over you; like his arm was a pillar to a divine shrine, one that he deems you more than worthy of. But he supposed this is the best way to be close to a god, to worship a god.

Shit, I love you. I love you so much, you don’t know how crazed I get when it comes to you.

Sol turned to the small picture of Ichabod, before looking respectlessly at the view under him, and smirked.

From his nigh-omniscience when it comes to you, Sol knows you’ve never had sex, and he’d be damned if your first would be Crowe.

He continued to piston himself into your palm, contemplating whether he should move on…elsewhere, while he could. 

Your hands weren’t gonna be enough, he wanted Ichabod to see him fucking you, making love to you; you didn’t have to be conscious, you’d still love him either way. 

Sol relished in the thought, as his thrusts grew erratic and variable, his abs clenching and his arms locking in as he prepared to release, to paint his magnum opus — to paint you white with his cum.

I love you, I love you so much, I want you so much, you’re everything to me IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou.

He moaned, gripped your hand and placed a messy kiss to your lips, using his other appendage to pump faster and faster, until his body physically stuttered into it —  until his whole being shattered, and a fountain of his sperm splattered onto your skin, leaving your body glistening under the vermillion light of the lamp.

But Sol wasn’t done this time, for how could he be? He had to make sure nobody got to you before he did.

He kissed you again, his tongue diving into your mouth, exploring the wet cavern, his hand — the one that formerly served as a buttress — coming down to the band of  your shorts, his fingers gently prying them down with your panties, and judging by its appearance, it was one of the few he hadn’t touched — how cute. It’s like you wanted him to gather every garment that’s pressed against your core, that felt your slick as you touched yourself.

Gah, the thought of your fingers buried inside you, toying with your clit, playing with your tits.

Anything you do arouses him, but the thought, oh fuck him, the thought of you using yourself whilst thinking of him — like he about you — makes him feral.

Without even thinking, he plunged two digits into your pussy, silently (s)creaming at how smoothly they entered. 

Your body knows it’s mine, hahah! Fuck…you’re hot.

Pressing a thumb to your clit and his other hand over your mouth, Sol feels himself going sexdrunk, watching in slick satisfaction the squelches and pretty little Os your hole made around him, trying to crush his bones and slurp them into its warmth, as if it wanted him there forever. Not that he mind, he’d curl up inside you and live as your sentient sex toy if he had his way.

He sighs, his cock turning a brutal shade of red as his eyes observe the beauty that lay within how well cocooned he is inside you, and that’s with his fingers!

Repositioning your wrists so that he could comfortably hold them in one of his own, he redirects his attention to your pussy, thrusting with vehement pleasure into your depths, feeling your wet rapture on his skin, and his pace only increases; like fire on drywood.

The flames of his lust for you, the burning pyre of his love for you, it wasn’t enough in his eyes to see you so shortly each night. It shouldn’t be normal for him, he wanted to take you, to have and hold and love and worship and admire and caress you each day and night, for all his life until both of your ephemeral existences fell by the threads and you both lie in a shared sepulchre next to the sea.

He goes faster, his thumb circling the fleshy nub with affection, a small whimper stirring from your lips.

“Mh…C-crowe?”

Sol ceases, ears alert, eyes widened as he realised whose name you uttered.

Hah. Hahahahah. That motherfucker.

He was gonna go nice and soft on you, gonna be loving to you; but clearly, clearly you needed a little…reminder, of whose thick, fat, juicy cock was inside you.

Removing his sticky fingers, Sol tore apart your thighs, his nails etched so callously in your flesh he barely registered the groan that slipped past your mouth.

Crowe huh? My gorgeous darling, you’re so beautiful but you should know you can’t say such vile things.

He moved his cock with a tenderness towards your gaping entrance, the head brushing against your labia, a waterfall of gasps tumbling out of his mouth as the contact — evasive yet so direct — sent rushes of cold adrenaline down his spine, making him arch himself into you, searching for the closeness he’d wanted for so long.

Cupping your hand in his, he forced himself deep inside you, an onslaught of euphoria surging past any potential despondencies he might’ve had and he slammed his lips onto yours, the slapping of skin and the popping of each entry and exit his cock made out of you left him dazed in the sensual chorus of a symphony built upon ecstasy.

Even in all the times Sol’s touched himself to you, fucked himself into your undergarments or clothes, he’s never thought how immaculately well you fit around him, as if you were the warm, tight nut to his aching, etched bolt.

He was in pain, a beloved pain that came only from first love and lust, his heart screaming as he kissed your lips again and again, squeezing the life out of your hands as he muttered an obsessive, possessive manta:

I love you. I love you. I love you. 

He spent so many years waiting in eager anticipation for you to be his — to feel this sick love that he felt for you — like he was yours, and now, now he had you, claimed you. He wished Crowe was here so he could spit down his stupid throat. The idea felt tempting, maybe Hyugo could help him one more time.

But that’s for later, he’s with you now, and nothing is more invaluable to Solivan Brugmansia than you.

He couldn’t cease his gratifying motions, his suppressed moans, or the blitzes of unfiltered joy that rained down his face as he cried; fell apart both bodily and soulfully. His lips fell to your neck again and he marked you, tainted your priceless flesh with his teeth, contaging you with the plague that long since infested his mind.

His thrusts grew sloppier, his body was boiling as he stuttered out a hushed whimper:

Shit, I love you, I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I love you so much-

And with a sharp bite to your shoulder, a callous bracelet of bruises to your wrists, and blood seeping from your swollen lips, Sol came deep within your heat — oceans of his desire-fueled suspension tumbling about inside you, painting you in white, his dove-white passion. For you.

Only you.

Yet as the waves of his lust left him spent and empty, he rose his sweating body above your form, tears running down his pallid face, and cupped your cheek.

He knew he should clean you up before he loses himself once more, but whilst he remained buried within you — his kingdom, filled with the seas of his undying adoration, he turned to the photo of Jericho Ichabod, yanked it off the wooden surface — and tore it to shreds.

[sapphoschoices]

Penny for the Guy

Book: Desire & Decorum

Characters: Bridgette Lawrence-Foredale (D&D MC), Annabelle Parsons, Briar Daly, Edmund Marlcaster, Theresa Sutton, Harry Fordale

Relationship: D&D MC x Annabelle Parsons (minor) Briar Daly x Edmund Marlcaster, Theresa Sutton x Harry Fordale

Rating: General Audiences

Word Count: 840

Summary: Bridgette and her family share a bonfire night in her hometown

“Penny for the Guy!” Little John O’Malley called out across the Grovershire town square. He and Lydia were working together to push around the wheelbarrow carrying the rather crude looking Guy Fawkes effigy.

“That was us once upon a time.” Briar sighed wistfully beside Bridgette. “Simpler times."

Bridgette rolled her eyes with a smile and bumped her shoulder against Briar. “That was you. I found the whole thing silly.”

“You liar, you.” Scoffed Briar. “I distinctly remember you begging your mama to help you finish sewing our Guy when we were ten years old. Even after the late Mrs O’Malley had closed the shop.”

“Ah, but I never humiliated myself by strolling around town begging for pennies.”

“No, you just recited your favourite Shakespeare passages for the entire county to hear.” Briar retorted, just as Annabelle, Edmund, Harry and Theresa rounded the corner together.

“I'm sure that was the largest bonfire I've ever seen.” Viscountess Theresa squealed, gripping onto Harry's arm as the pair walked perfectly in step together.

“As fun as the festivities are, I do believe that little Bridgette may find that effigy rather disturbing.” Edmund shifted towards his wife, pointing at their young daughter across the village square, being watched by a Mrs Daly and jumping to peer through any window she could find, showing no signs of discomfort, much less fear.

“I wonder if our little one will be quite so curious.” Harry leant against his cane and looked lovingly at Theresa. Bridgette found it rather endearing just how much married life had clouded her younger brother's judgement, somehow managing to see the mischievous nosiness of their niece, as innocent curiosity.

“My daughter is not curious, she is nosy.” Briar corrected, shaking her head, and leaving to fetch the little girl.

“Oh yes, I do wonder where she got that from.” Bridgette rolled her eyes with fondness. “The fireworks won't be long now. Edmund, I would take Briar and your daughter to the far hill, the loud noises may disturb little Bridgette, but you should still get a good view.”

Briar returned then with her daughter in her arms. Bridgette was a small child, like her namesake, the Countess, had been. She also shared a similar wildness to the one the Countess had in her own youth.

“Where will you be going, Countess Bridgette?” Viscountess Theresa

“I have set up a surprise for my dearest.”

“Oh, I had no idea Mr Chambers was here!” She bounced on her feet excitedly, and shook Harry's arm. “Did you know, Harry?”

“Perhaps we too should join the crowd to see the fireworks?” Like an angel, Bridgette thought, Harry tactfully redirected his wife's question and took her to join the other happy people in the fields in preparation.

The Marlcasters also departed, heading for the hill Bridgette had recommended to them, on the far side of the village to avoid little Bridgette being spooked by the loud noises of the fireworks.

“What is your surprise which you have kept so secret, then?” Annabelle nudged Bridgette, finally left alone.

“You mean my surprise for my dear husband?” Bridgette joked, linking arms with Annabelle and leading her down the path towards a familiar place. “You will just have to wait and see, come along.”

It was only a short walk to the quaint little barn where the couple had spent a short evening together. It was a sweet memory the two shared during a time of horrible uncertainty.

“Oh, the barn. I fondly remember the time we spent here.” Annabelle admitted the moment that old barn entered her field of vision.

“Well, your surprise is not finished yet though. I have a treat waiting for you up in the hayloft.” Bridgette led Annabelle up the rickety ladder for the second time,

Annabelle gasped sweetly as she popped her head over the top of the hayloft. “Oh it's a beautiful little feast!”

Bridgette had laid a wide spread of various foods. There was toffee, fruits, biscuits and a pair of steaming mugs. “The toffee is from Yorkshire,” Bridgette enthusiastically explained. “And this is hot chocolate. I have never had it before, myself, though I'm sure you have. I wanted to give you some strawberries, too, but they are no longer in season.”

“It is perfect, my dear.” Annabelle pulled Bridgette to lean against her, pressing their heads together.

“Oh!” Bridgette jumped away from Annabelle. “We should even have a beautiful view of the fireworks, from here.” She jumped up, grabbing Annabelle's hand in the process, dragging her to her feet and towards a rotted gap in the barn's wooden walls.

Through the hole was a beautifully unobstructed view of the endless starry night sky. After a few minutes of waiting, and a few sneaky kisses, the pair of lovers were startled by the sudden banging noise of the first few fireworks.

After a brief moment of shock and giggles, the two settled back into each other's comfortable company, leaning against one another, watching the bright fireworks steadily littering the open sky long into the evening.

Tags: @choicesficwriterscreations @rosesnink

[mbearlytoon]

The Knight and her Snake Lord: The knight's return.

[Leviathan Route]

Message: My writing is a bit rusty and so as I haven't write properly in a while. So, i hope you guys like this and enjoyed my MC x Levi story.

IzBa, a young lady who has been staying in Devildom for a few years at this point, had made her way home after the events took place back in the past. She realized that a year or so had passed after her disappearance while her adventure in the past made her believe that it was longer than that. She saw the worry on everyone's faces when she was found awake back in her bed with her hair got longer.

Weeks have passed since her reappearance. Throughout the period, everyone has been clinging to her and hanging out with her whenever they can. She understands that they're looking out for her, but it becomes a bit suffocating as Lucifer starts to be around her more too.

"Alright! You all need to stop following me around as it is embarrassing and rather irritating!" She sternly said to them while keeping her calm demeanor. She sighed and took off her mask for a bit before looking at her companions, excluding Barbatos and Solomon. "I do believe what you all are doing is out of concern, and I am flattered, but it is getting a bit suffocating. Even Annabelle and Orion gave me space."

She wears her mask back and stares at them with a serious look, though hard to detect due to the mask design. "Also, Diavolo, Barbatos will not appreciate you going around in such a manner. Go back to your duties while the rest of you go back to your classes or your routines. I will not repeat this again!" She warned them before walking away to get to her next class.

Night came, and she realized that Leviathan hadn't talked much to her ever since her reappearance. However, he was the one who embraced her tightly first when he saw her in bed. After that, he somewhat became quiet and distant ever since the others got closer to her. Each time she approaches him, he will run away. This upsets her. So, she decided to take a bit of a night to herself.

She lay on her bed and read through her book before deciding to pull out her phone. She was hesitant but decided to call Leviathan to see what was happening, but he didn't answer. So, she determined to see him at R.A.D and discuss things with him the next day.

Morning came, and the maiden woke from her slumber and decided to prepare herself for the academy. She petted her familiar cat, Orion's head before going to take a bath. After her warm bath, she wore her uniform and her mask first before doing her hair. As she stood still and planned her day, Orion woke up and stretched his body before jumping off the bed to lean onto her leg and rubbing his head against her. "Aren't you excited about going to that academy today, Belle? Usually, Anna will wake you up. Not that you need her to do so anyway."

"Well... I want to talk to him."

"Ah... That snake boy. I wonder when he's going to talk to you." Orion changed into his human form and onto the bed with his arms crossed. IzBa just raised a brow, as if he could see, but Orion knows her thoughts, at her familiar as to wanting to know what he meant by that. Orion just grinned at her and shrugged before lying on her bed casually. The lady just rolled her eyes and brushed her hair in front of her mirror.

'Okay... Today, I'll be making my move. Should I wait for him to do it? But, he's too shy. Which makes it more difficult.' She thought to herself nervously as she brushed her hair and finally made her hair before going out of her room. She noticed a figure around the corner as if it had been there waiting for her before disappearing. IzBa just looked in that direction before going downstairs to have breakfast with the brothers.

At R.A.D, IzBa has been busy with classes, but at the same time, wanting to search for her partner. She just sighed as whenever classes ended, he would disappear in an instant. She has been wandering the academy to find the Avatar of Envy, and she has to ask other demons to find his whereabouts. She's determined to find him throughout the lessons but at the end of the the school period, she hasn't found him yet.

She sat at her desk quietly after others had left while she did her note. As she packed up her things and was about to leave, the door slammed open, almost hit her, and revealed it to be Leviathan. Before he could run away, IzBa quickly pulled him into the class and locked the door. The man was shaken by her and turned red as he didn't know what to do or say.

"I don't know what's happening, bu-"

"No! W-wait. Umm... Don't say it. I know what you're about to say. I... was trying to adjust myself around you. I-I was- I mean! You've been gone, Belle! For... forever! I guess. That is how I feel." Leviathan raised a hand to her as he looked at IzBa before looking away in embarrassment. As the lady looks at him, she notices the dark circles under his eyes and red eyes as if he's been crying. She just stood at her position silently as she wanted to hear more.

"I want to act like how we were before, but now, I am scared and... uncomfortable. I couldn't even enjoy the things I usually do when you're gone. To take off my mind of... you. They reminded me of you so much and I hate it! My brothers did their best to comfort me, but it made me more angry and annoyed!" He angrily said as his hands grabbed onto his hair and he started to breathe heavily. IzBa wanted to get closer to him, but he distanced himself as he regained his composure and she noticed that he was tearing up.

"I-I feel like destroying this place so I could get to you again. I want to tear up the human word to find you. I want to be with you again, but you're not there or here!" He let out a laugh as IzBa just watched him calmly, listening to his pouring emotions.

"You were not everywhere! My brothers and others did their best to calm me down, but I ended up hurting Luke, accidentally. I guess... I remember how affectionate you were with him that I hurt him. Though, the others stopped me in time and Luke just suffered a dislocated wrist." He chuckled as his tears streaming down his cheeks. He looked at IzBa with a saddened smile and rubbed his nape as he averted his eyes from the lady's gaze.

"I was ashamed. I knew you would be furious if you knew what I did. I hid in my room for a while as I didn't want to hurt others while being in an unstable state I was. I was a mess. Anxious about what happened to you. Depressed that you're not with me. I am happy that my brothers were there to comfort me and I felt a bit... okay? I guess. Eventually." The taller demon took a few steps as he got closer to her before grabbing her arms and leaning down to rest his head on her shoulder.

"I hyped myself this morning. Just to talk with you, but I was a coward and ran. It was awkward that breakfast. I wanted to have a more... happy reunion, but seeing you after a while, I-I can't help but feel anxious and- I don't know... My emotions are so scrambled that I avoided you. It upset me, but I know you're more upset with me as... I am your player 1. I was so scared of facing you and I missed you so much!" Leviathan sighed heavily and sniffled a bit. The young lady wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer to her. Comforting him and wanting to feel his warmth after a while. Her Leviathan. She heaved a breath of relief as she thought he hated her or something and she missed him too.

Levi pulled away, held her cheeks in his hands and caressed her with his thumb. He looked at her with a yearning and serious expression. "I missed you. I want you. I love you, Belle. Promise you won't disappear again. Promise you won't leave me again, Isabelle. Please... don't leave me again." His voiced cracked as he cried while hold her.

IzBa looked at him with a soft smile and held his face, wiping his tears and sighing softly. "My apologies, Leviathan. For making you upset. To make you worry. I'm sorry for making you scared and alone. There's no day that I didn't think of you. I was worried and missing you too, my huge snake." She pulled him to rest his forehead against hers and let out a chuckle. She looked into his eyes and hushes him as a way for her to calm him down.

"To make it up to you, I will do anything you want. At least that I should do for making you feel at your lowest. And, I want to spend time with you again." Isabelle looked at him with a loving look and kissed his cheek. Leviathan quickly pulled away and let her go as he held his cheek with his face redden.

"N-Not fair! You're cheating!" The demon yelled out and looked at her with an annoyed look before looking away with a pout. Isabelle just chuckled before she thought of something. She turned a bit red before looking at him with a determined look.

"Levi!" Isabelle softly said his name before grabbing his face with one hand and pulled him into a kiss. This caught the demon off guard as it was unexpected and he was not ready mentally as he turned red furiously. She held him down and after a few seconds, the two calmed down and finally shared a soft and gentle kiss in tha empty classroom. Leviathan held her waist to pull her closer as he started to enjoy her lips against his.

Later that day, IzBa finished changing out from her academy uniform and sat on her bed. Orion, in his cat form, looks at her and went onto her lap to continue his nap. IzBa just let him be before gasping loudly as she remembering the kiss she had with Levi. She turned red as it made her embarrassed and ashamed on how they share their kiss after awhile.

At same time, Leviathan was changing and midway of it, the scene of him and Isabelle kissing in the classroom crashed into his mind and made him screamed in embarrassment and irritation in his room as their kiss shouldn't be taken after he poured his heart out. So unromantic of him. Not a kind of scene he want to have. He was hoping that it should be like in otome games or something. This would make him more embarrassed than ever.

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Bearly notes: I was playing around with the idea that IzBa, my MC, and Leviathan finally share a kiss after she got back from the past, OM! Nightbringer, which is funny now that I think of it... Their 'first kiss' was when IzBa kissed him through a mask she was wearing AHAHAHAHAHA

[uselessgay10101]

SO PRETTY

Annabelle Parsons as requested by @lorirwritesfanfic 💕

[qbdatabase]

Do you guys have any more intersex rep books? There's only like 5 on here and it's hard to find anything ;w;

Main Characters:

Pantomime by L. R. Lam - bisexual intersex genderfluid MC

That Inevitable Victorian Thing by E. K. Johnston - poc queer female x bisexual intersex female x male

None of the Above by I. W. Gregorio - intersex female

Golden Boy by Abigail Tartellin - intersex male

Annabel by Kathleen Winter - trans-femme intersex male

Middlesex by Jeffery Eugenides - Greek-American intersex transgender male

Cattywampus by Ash Van Otterloo - intersex female

Double Exposure by Bridget Birdsail - intersex female

Across the Green Grass Fields by Seanan McGuire - intersex female

Miss Jane by Brad Watson - intersex female MC born with vaginal agenesis that causes incontinence and prevents penetrative sex

An Ordinary Wonder by Buki Papillon - Nigerian intersex female MC forced to live as a boy

Sorrowland by Rivers Solomon - black albino bisexual intersex MC who is partially blind and has chronic pain

The Desert Prince by Peter V. Brett - intersex female questioning her gender identity

Lord of the Last Heartbeat by Mary Peterson - non-binary intersex MC (he/him)

Real Easy by Marie Rutkoski - intersex female

Just Ash by Sol Santana - intersex male

Trans Liberty Riot Brigade by L. M. Pierce - queer intersex female with a fantasy-drug addiction

Side Characters / World Building:

Temper by Nicky Drayden - intersex SCs in a world where everyone is born with a twin, and sometimes the genitalia gets "mixed" between them

2313 by Kim Stanley Robinson - intersex female MC due to future scientific advancements in a society without gender norms, where intersex / nonbinary seems to be the default

The Pursued and the Pursuing by A. J. Odasso - intersex female prominent SC (adopted daughter of main mlm couple)

Manywhere: Stories by Morgan Thomas - intersex prominent SC, but gender identity unknown

full notes on representation and publishing info at qbdatabase.com

[choicesficwriterscreations]

CFWC F/AotW - April 7 - 14, 2024

✒️ = Fanfic | 📱= Text Fics/Edits | 🎨 = Fanart Ⓜ️ = Mature Content 18+ | 🔥 = Explicit/NSFW 18+ 🏳️‍🌈 = LGBTQIA

BLADES OF LIGHT AND SHADOW

Back on Vacation 🎨| Imtura Tal Kaelen, Nia Ellarious, Valax, MC - @myautumnrose

BLOODBOUND

Five of Cups ✒️| Gaius Augustine - @thosehallowedhalls

The Sock Giveaway ✒️| Adrian Raines x F!MC - @thosehallowedhalls

CRIMES OF PASSION

A Begining ✒️| Ruby Webster, F!MC - @thosehallowedhalls

Movement ✒️ | m!Trystan Thorne x F!MC - @thosehallowedhalls

Second Language (Series) ✒️| m!Trystan Thorne - @inlocusmads Chapter 1: "What's that song you sing for the dead?"

DESIRE & DECORUM

Annabelle Parsons Fanart 🎨by @artbyalz

Ernest Sinclaire Fanart 🎨by @storyofmychoices

THE ELEMENTALISTS

Cloud Watching ✒️| Beckett Harrington x F!MC - @storyofmychoices

THE FRESHMAN SERIES

The Press Secretary (Series) ✒️| Chris Powell x F!MC - @eadanga Chapter 12

HIGH SCHOOL STORY

Aiden Zhou x MC Fanart 🎨🏳️‍🌈 art by @callmebeem (C: @cadybear420)

IT LIVES SERIES

Lincoln Aquino x MC Fanart 🎨🏳️‍🌈 by @weetlebeetle (C: @storyofmychoices for @abelflints)

Noah Marshall x MC Fanart 🎨🏳️‍🌈by @payroo

LAWS OF ATTRACTION

Uncharacteristic ✒️| Gabe Ricci x F!MC - @thosehallowedhalls

MULTIPLE STORIES

Bloodbound/Nightbound

Disembodied 7/8 ✒️| Adrian Raines x MC, Nik Ryder x MC - @mynotsohealthyobsession

TRR / RoE / TNA / CoP

Isle of Misfits ✒️Ⓜ️| Multiple Characters - @tessa-liam Chapter 9: Inconvenient Truths

NIGHTBOUND

Bound by Fate (Series) ✒️| Nik Ryder x F!MC - @ladylamrian Chapter 3: The Unknown

OPEN HEART

Complete Open Heart List - Week ending April 13th

THE PRINCESS SWAP

Prince Clarke x MC Fanart 🎨 by @bri1234

RED CARPET DIARIES

Comfort ✒️| Thomas Hunt x F!OC - @thosehallowedhalls for @storyofmychoices

THE ROYAL ROMANCE

Behind Closed Doors (Series) ✒️Ⓜ️🏳️‍🌈| Maxwell Beaumont x MC, Liam Rys x Maxwell Beaumont - @angelasscribbles Chapter 1: The Invitation

A Bird in Hand ✒️| Liam Rys x MC - @angelasscribbles

Catch & Release ✒️Ⓜ️| Liam Rys x MC, Drake Walker x MC - @dcbbw

Dance Under the Rainbow 🎨🏳️‍🌈 | Hana Lee x MC - @uselessgay10101

[uselessgay10101]

Shameful! .... Same.

[masked-alien-lesbian]

Hana and Raelyn Masterlist

Beautiful commission done by the talented @sazanes

Commissions and Requests

Mermaid Hana x Surfer Raelyn done by @sazanes

Chibi mermaid Hana x surfer Raelyn done by @sazanes

Hana x Raelyn Tango done by @sazanes

Chibi version of Hana x Raelyn Tango by @sazane

@sazanes Hana x Raelyn Kiss

Hana facial expression done by @hydn-jpg

Wedding Portrait of Hana x Raelyn done by @mrgabel

First Look at Raelyn - done by @hsslilly-blog

Assassins at the Homecoming Ball - art done by @sazanes story by me!

Proposal ❤️❤️❤️ - chibi Hana proposing to Raelyn ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Beauty & the Beast - chibi Hana x Raelyn as Beauty and the Beast by @sazanes

Christmas 2024 Hana x Raelyn chibi commission by @sazanes

Picrew Results

Hana x Raelyn kissing

Hana x Raelyn napping as kids

A Redo of TRR series introducing Riley & Raelyn

Hana Meets the Twins (Riley and Raelyn)

A Bouquet For An Angel

Random HC on Hana x Raelyn and Verity x Aislinn

A Peek in the Past - A chance encounter between kid Hana and kid Raelyn

More Stories

Cordonian Bake-Off AU

A Build-A-Bear Date Kids AU

Eurochocolate

Teas of the Past & Present

A Day with Marguerite Thorne - COP crossover

Wood Nymph Hana - An arranged marriage short

Lady Hana x Pirate Captain Raelyn

Princess Hana x Soldier Raelyn

Call of the Ocean - Pt 2 to Mermaid Hana x Surfer Raelyn

HCs

Hana x Raelyn as werewolves

Hana's Ideal Wedding

Hana's Relationship & Home HC

Hana's Past & Future Romances HC

Hana's own duchy concept

The Duchess Scandal- TDA redo

Edits

Mermaid Hana

Wolf Warrior Hana

Short Hair Hanas

For the Lady's Favor - A Medieval Raelyn x Hana

Light Priestess Hana x Ashen Raelyn - Blades of Light and Shadow crossover

Anointment Photoshoot Redo

Gratitude Ball Outfits Redo

Immortal Desires crossover

Ranch Owner Daughter Hana x Ranch Hand Raelyn AU

Hana wearing Crowns

The Royal Heart/The Cursed Romance - TCH crossover

Hana as the Winged Beast - TCH crossover

The Cursed Heart crossover

The Cursed Heart 2 crossover

Kindred crossover

Wake the Dead crossover

Vampire Hana and Alien Hana

Trend's Engagement Photoshoot

Demon and Angel Hanas

Bad Girl Hana AU edit/mood board

Hana at the Regatta

Hana at the Royal Derby

Hana properly dressed for Lythikos

One Night in Cordonia- A Roommates with Benefits crossover

Guardian Angel Hana x Raelyn

Hana x Raelyn Foreign Affairs edit

Firefighter Raelyn x Hana HOF concept edit

Firefighter Raelyn with scars and tattoos

Infiltrating the Via Imperii

The Friend group as the Via Imperii

The Friend group at prom- HSS crossover

The Friend group and their extracurricular activities-HSS crossover

The Friend group waiting on the twins-HSS crossover

Hana as Wonder Woman x Raelyn as Blue Jay @korgbelmont edit

A Stroll at Midnight- Hana and Raelyn in Love, Sin, and Evil outfits

Night and Stars Deity and Goddess concept - using RC assets

Hana the Goddess of Storms - Using Heaven's Secret 2 assets

Across the Void - Alien Raelyn x Scientist Hana

Skyrim x TRR crossover - Dragonborn Twins

Ghost Raelyn

Shadow Hana

Hana in the caution tape dress

Walking out of the shower Hana edit - from Crimes of Passion cg

Princess Hana x Assassin MC

Superhero MC x Hana Lee

1st Attempt at Foreign Affairs and TRR crossover MC x Hana edit

Nightbound/TRR crossover Hana x MC edit

Terrorfest x TRR crossover - Hana x dark!killer!Raelyn pairing

Playlists

A Punk/Goth/Grunge Hana x Raelyn

Message in a Bottle

Hana's Relationships Playlist

Mood boards

A Darker Possessive Hana AU mood board

Hana, her spouse and the baby mood board

Hana Character Appreciation mood board

Hana Appreciation mood board 2

Random

A Face claim for Hana

Hana in the Sims World

Hana's trading card

Hana's Pop doll vinyl

Hana and Raelyn's wedding pop dolls

Hana TDG title cards

Hana and Annabelle Immortal Desires concept

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Choices Pride 2024 Week 3 Masterlist

Bachelorette Party

aisha bhatt early in her trans journey - Aisha Bhatt - @gaiuskamilah

SpreadJoy #887 - Aisha Bhatt - @storyofmychoices

Blades of Light and Shadow

SpreadJoy #892 - Baroness Isadore - @storyofmychoices

Bloodbound

question of the day: who restrained them - Gaius Augustine; Adrian Raines - @gaiuskamilah

The Crown and The Flame

SpreadJoy #893 - Kenna Rys - @storyofmychoices

Desire & Decorum

SpreadJoy #890 - Miss Annabelle Parsons - @storyofmychoices

The Elementalists

Anitha and Griffin Picrew - OC (Anitha Russell); Griffin Langley - @lover-also-fighter-also

The Freshman Series

SpreadJoy #891 - Zig Ortega - @storyofmychoices

Getaway Girls

SpreadJoy #888 - Anita Descartes - @storyofmychoices

Hollywood U/Red Carpet Diaries

SpreadJoy #889 - Thomas Hunt - @storyofmychoices

It Lives Anthology

MC Lookbook - nb!MC (Keagan Burke, ILW) - @peonyblossom

Open Heart

Kinky!Sydney - m!MC (Sydney Valentine) - @peonyblossom

maybe bryce needs to shut up sometimes okay - m!MC (Jensen Valentine) x Bryce Lahela - @mydemonsdrivealimo

Crossovers

Precious Picrews - Blades of Light and Shadow; Open Heart - Mal Volari; f!human!MC (Daenarya, BOLAS); nb!elf!OC (Nyx Selenastra, BOLAS); Bryce Lahela - @storyofmychoices

Trans Headcanons - America's Most Eligible; It Lives In The Woods - Teagan; Andy Kang - @peonyblossom

[uselessgay10101]

Miss Sutton at tea with Ms Holloway- -And they were roommates!

Ms Holloway who has heard at least 20th times already- omg they were roommates...

Best part of Desire & Decorum was the fact that if you romanced Miss Parsons, she and MC would keep their relationship a secret forever, and every time someone referred to Miss Parsons as MC’s friend, MC would just be like “haha yes the best of friends it is us”

[sapphoschoices]

For the OTP asks!

for Bridgette Lawrence and Annabelle Parsons 11. Do either try to hide their emotions if upset? Can the other still tell? & 59. What's a non-verbal way they say 'I love you'?

for Pheonix Fairbourne and Shreya Mistry 60. Who pulls the other close when they're sleeping? & 23. Who's more likely to convince the other to stay in bed come morning?

Bridgette and Annabelle

11. Bridgette notoriously hides her emotions, but Annabelle even more notoriously can read her like a damn billboard. Bridgette often gets very burnt out after guests are over but does a genuinely good job of covering it up, though even the best actor ever couldn't hide Bridgette's displeasure from Annabelle.

59. Bridgette and Annabelle have a lot of non-verbal ways to say 'I love you' due to the nature of their environment. Their favourite is through acts of service for each other in public so they can showcase how much they care about each other, but in private, they often kiss each others shoulders as a way to non verbally say they love each other.

Phoenix and Shreya

60. Phoenix is a total cuddler when she's sleeping, generally Shreya will be totally unable to move when she wakes up because Phoenix is wrapped so tightly around her, making it a real struggle for her to get out of bed at all, though Phoenix is luckily a heavy sleeper so Shreya doesn't worry to much about the extents she has to go to.

23. I imagine Shreya is quite the early riser, whereas Phoenix is the total opposite. Normally Phoenix can't even wake up in time to keep Shreya in bed, but on the rare occasion she does, Phoenix is adamant. Though Phoenix will almost always cave to Shreya sweet-talking her back to sleep.

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