#meddling violet au

[bridgertonbabe]

So just like how Queen Charlotte is frustrated with her children for being a bunch of whores and virgins, imagine an AU where Violet Bridgerton finds herself at the end of the her tether with her children for whoring themselves out with absolutely none of them having any intentions on settling down. What’s even more frustrating is that she knows each of her children are being devout whores to a respective sole lover; what she doesn’t understand is why none of them seem capable of marrying the lovers they’re clearly so enraptured with and provide her with the grandbabies she is ever so desperate for. 

Eventually she becomes so sick of all eight of her children refusing to provide her with the sons-and-daughters-in-law and grandchildren that she ardently covets that she decides to take matters into her own hands. She recruits the likes of Lady Danbury, Mary Sharma, and Helen and Janet Stirling to help with her schemes, as well as reaching out to her eligible Rokesby nieces and nephews to see if any of them would be interested in playing a little game where they get to show amorous interest in certain members of the Ton which will then in turn terribly vex their cousins. Once everything is carefully arranged she puts all eight strategic plans into action; and then all she has to do is kick back and wait.

Due to the marvellously perfect execution of her scheming, the wait doesn’t last long at all as shortly thereafter her eight children come storming into the drawing room wearing identical faces of thunder.

“Mother; why did you encourage the Bagwells, including Mrs Bagwell’s mother and sister in their decision to move back to India?!” 

“Why would you tell Lady Cowper that the Duke of Hastings had declared his intentions to make Cressida his wife?!”

“And why would you write to Sir Phillip and invite him to Aubrey Hall to introduce him to Daphne?!” 

“Why did you give my mother-in-law Cousin Elizabeth’s name as a potential bride for the earl to marry?!”

“What were you thinking when you decided to introduce Cousin Roger to Penelope and encourage their courtship?!”

“Why would you suggest Lord Haselby and his future wife take a lengthy honeymoon around the continent?!”

“What business is it of yours to work with Lady Danbury and play matchmaker with her grandson and Felicity?!” And then, after being elbowed by her older brother, Hyacinth followed up with; “And how could you send Sophie off to Scotland as Lady Stirling’s new lady’s maid without telling me?!”

Violet surveyed the eight aggrieved red faces of her offspring and calmly continued her embroidery, all the while refraining from smirking victoriously. 

“Hm. I don’t quite see why any of these developments should greatly upset any one of you.” she hummed. “Perhaps you are all in need of being occupied to keep you distracted from the lives of others that surely have no bearing on your own. Why don’t I start drawing up lists of potential husbands and wives for you all to consider, hm?” 

She lifted a brow at her gathered children, all of who seemed fit to burst from sheer agitation as they glared back at her. 

“Of course, I’ve already made a start on your behalf, Daphne. Sir Phillip will make for an ideal husband-”

“NO; HE’S MINE!” Eloise exploded.

And just like that, the rest of them fell like dominoes straight after - and within weeks a very smug Violet Bridgerton had astounded the Ton by successfully marrying off all eight of her children. 

[iridescent-solstice]

Yandere Asra Alnazar x reader based on an idea me and @stickystickyduck came up with 🙆🏻‍♀️🙆🏻‍♀️

Setting it back down on the table Asra sighs dreamily to himself. Mauve coloured eyes fixate on the crystal ball held safely within his arms. A soft glow reflecting in them as said eyes blink away tears that he refuses to shed tonight. No, this is a joyous moment; he reiterates to himself. Even if you wouldn't quite agree with his methods.

Despite that fact, he still feels bad for what he’s done . . . He didn't want to do this. Really, he didn't. Never was he one for being so straightforward, but you pushed his hand too far this time . . . So stubborn, you wouldn't listen to his pleas, not even his demands for your safety and then you left. Dashed away with nothing more than a mere note that said not to follow you . . . You left him. He couldn't just let you go like that . . .

Ran away. Far away to a place you thought he wouldn't be able to follow you to . . . Unfortunate for you though, there's no place left on Earth nor the arcana realm that he wouldn't follow after you to. Now, with an arm loosely holding the ball close, he hums to himself as he softly strokes the side of it that's closer to his face. The lilac fog that fills the orb parts without struggle at his command and reveals the apple of his eye. The one that filled his heart with delight and gave him purpose. You. He's admiring you . . . Holding it as gently as possible. Almost handling the crystal as if at any moment it could shatter from just the breeze of a wind. No . . . not the ball, but rather what's inside it has captured his attention.

A tenacious grip on his mind that not even the count's request for his presence could order him out of. The court's magician? Please, Asra has better things to do with his time. Better people to spend such precious moments with . . . You. You're what he wants to spend his time with. But unfortunately, that sentiment wasn't shared like he wanted it to be.

But that is preciously why he's so cautious when handling the glowing orb that lays within his arms. Cradled to his chest and swaddled in his magenta coloured and gold-tasselled shawl. If you look close enough, the magic swirling inside the translucent crystal ball isn't enough to hide the figure laid crawled up inside it. Shivering from the cold inside, you tuck your hands under you neck trying to gather warmth in your sleep. He might not be able to warm you back up but atleast here . . . you're safe. Safe from the plague. Safe from Lucio. Safe from everyone trying to force you away from him.

His eyes are glued to you. Worried that if he looks away for even a moment that you'd wake up and try to escape. The other courtiers might not respond as well to your meddling as he has. Though he's sure that the veins of violet fire that binds your limbs will be enough for now to subdue you inside. Like a delicate sculpture that must be preserved, Asra admires it silently. Waiting for you to wake up and grace him with your presence. Narrowed eyes watch as the crystal’s surface refracts light, casting ethereal hues upon the person inside. I sure hope you like surprises . . .

[ ᴅɪᴠɪᴅᴇʀꜱ ʙʏ: @princessantisocial]

I fear this drabble is a little half-baked and has a long way to go, but it's just an introduction into this one au i'm planning. Been doing a lot of stuff lately so my brain is more than just a little tired and frazzled 😅 That being said though I hope this isn't too bad. I do plan on coming back to this when i'm feeling a little more up to it. As always thank you for reading tha blog, I hope this was up to par with my usual shennanigans haha 🙆🏻‍♀️

[ashbrat488]

Ashbrat488 Fanfic Masterlist

Chris Evans

Ransom Drysdale - State of Grace - Complete

Grace Carson was friends with Ransom Drysdale throughout school. Best friends actually, but only in private, their friendship breaking apart after graduation. She went to college, coming back to Boston to work at Harlan's publishing company as an editor. But when Harlan dies, she's thrown back into Ransom's life at the bequest of Harlan himself. Will they be able to get along well enough to carry out Harlan's wishes or will their differences just be too much, leaving Ransom without his inheritance.

Henry Cavill

Henry Cavill AU - Foul Play - Complete

Millicent "Milly" Bailey loses her mother just before her high school graduation and decides to move to England with her newly found father, Darren, she didn't know about until she turned 16. Now she's an American from a small town in Iowa, thrown into a new country and a new culture at one of the most prestigious colleges in the world. She's quiet and mostly likes to keep to herself until she catches the eye of a handsome rugby player, Henry Cavill. Henry thinks it's funny to tease Milly, bullying her with the help of his friends. That is until his last year of school where he really needs to buckle down and obtain the proper grades if he wants to be scouted for the England Rugby Team. Neither of them are happy when the dean, Milly's father, puts them together in their last year for Milly to help him graduate. Can they learn to see eye to eye and get along or will everything fall apart before graduation?

Captain Syverson - Flower In The Desert - Complete

Violet Becker is the daughter of the Major General, and despite her ranking, she refuses special treatment when she gets sent to the middle east in the midst of war. Constantly underestimated her whole life, she finishes medical school and is itching to put her new skills to work. She is left under the command of Edward Syverson who has sworn to her father to protect her. Can he keep his promise or is having to take care of a woman in the middle of a warzone too much for even him?

August Walker - Candy - Ongoing

August Walker, the CEO of a renowned Security Firm located in the bustling streets of Washington DC. His life is a constant juggling act, burdened by the weight of stressful responsibilities. The strain on his marriage is palpable, with his relationship barely holding itself together. However, he remains tethered to his wife primarily for the sake of their son, whom he adores dearly. To find solace amidst the chaos, August forms a unique bond with an escort who goes by the name "Candy." Their clandestine meetings become a refuge for him, an escape from the pressures of his daily existence. For over nine months, their encounters grow in frequency, and August finds himself becoming increasingly possessive of Candy's time, although he strives to keep their interactions as casual as she desires. However, their relationship takes an unexpected turn when August accidentally discovers Candy's true identity. Intrigued by this revelation, he begins to interfere in her life and even meddles in the affairs of her boyfriend, who coincidentally works for him. As August's feelings deepen, he wrestles with the idea of whether he can make Candy choose him over her current life.

Drabbles

Calahan Skogman (Baseball AU) - Sliding Into Home

Sebastian Stan AU - Hope In Love

Bucky Barnes - Torn Pages

Cole Turner (Chris Evans) - Codename: Turtledove

Ransom Drysdale - Speak Now

Steve Rogers - Happy Birthday Captain

Jake Jensen - Dessert

Ari Levinson/Steve Rogers MFM - Pure Smut

Lloyd Hansen/August Walker MFM - Pure Smut

Sherlock (Henry Cavill) - Sherlock And His Cane

Ewan McGregor - Better Than Revenge

Author's Note: I only write for readers over 18. I write a lot of smut. Please do not engage or read if you are under 18. I *do* take requests... I also have a lot more stories on Wattpad (including a lot of Chris Evans) if you would like to check them out there.

Also, all my female characters are always original. No, I do not write y/n or reader stories. I prefer to create actual characters. Just my preference

[thebabblingbrookenook]

The Viscount Who Loved Me Too Much - Part 3

Pairings: Anthony Bridgerton x Hyacinth Bridgerton , Anthony Bridgerton x Violet Bridgerton, Anthony Bridgerton x Female Reader

Summary: Modern AU - A continuation of The Viscount Who Loved Me Too Much Part 1 and Part 2 . This chapter changes from Reader’s POV to Anthony’s in an effort to give us a little more insight into what’s going on with our Viscount. While Anthony grapples with the depths of his feelings for his Reader, Violet calls on Anthony for a favor. His sister needs his help.

Warnings: Not really anything to warn you about. If you are afraid of emotional growth and cheeky banter, then look away lol

Word Count: 5.1K

Author’s Note: @colettebronte is a beta - reading hero! Shout out to my Discord friends for helping me with fun ideas for this installment. I do plan to continue this story for as long as it makes sense to do so. Bear with me!

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Six weeks, four days, and some odd hours…

Apparently that was the length of time in which it took Anthony Bridgerton to fall in love. He knew when she awkwardly approached him in the bar that night and stumbled her way through an attempt at flirting that she was going to be important in his life. What he didn’t realize was that she would be the one to remind him of all the things that made life worth living.

She was a survivor. She fought relentlessly for her life - kicking, screaming, and clawing her way to the happiness she deserved. She was a marvel, and he constantly stood in awe of her. She made him want more than to merely exist. She made him aware of every ounce of joy he had been missing over the past year, but she also felt like his promise for a redemption of the time lost.

As he sat smiling at the ridiculous photo she just sent him of herself, he caught himself saying it aloud. It came as naturally as hushing Benedict’s sarcastic teasing, or sighing at his mother’s affectionate meddling. It was as if the words belonged on his lips. Light and free, with a huff of laughter he declared, “God, I love her.”

It was probably still a bit too soon for him to shout it from the rooftops for all to hear, but he knew it was true. He loved her, and eventually he would gain the courage to tell her so. Until then, he would revel in every second she allowed him to spend in her presence, every day adding new truths to his list of reasons to love her. 

He was about to respond to her cheeky midday text when his phone started buzzing, flashing a picture of his mother across the screen.

“Hello mother,” he answered.

“Oh, hello darling!” she beamed. “I wasn’t expecting you to answer. I’m not bothering you, am I?”

“Not yet,” he teased. “But it’s only a matter of time.”

“You wound me, son. I don’t know where I went wrong in raising you.”

A warmth that he associated with childhood started to bloom in his chest. Violet Bridgerton had a million admirable qualities, but chief among them was her playful sense of humor. “My apologies, Lady Bridgerton. How can I possibly make amends?”

“Oh, good! I’m glad you asked.” she said without missing a beat. “Are you busy today? I wasn’t sure if you were working from home or the office.”

“Bex informed me this morning that my afternoon meeting was canceled, so I took the rest of the day. I have plans later this evening with…” he paused, unsure if he was ready to share her with anyone else just yet. “... with a friend. Other than that, I’m at your disposal. Is everything all right?”

“Yes, everything is fine. I was just wondering if you could collect Hyacinth for me. The school called. It seems she isn’t feeling well and needs to be sent home. I would go, but I’m on my way to a bridal boutique with Daphne at the moment. Genevieve Delacroix is having a trunk show and your sister has her heart set on one of her dresses. Simon, the dearheart, set up an appointment with the designer as a surprise.”

Anthony shook his head at his friends' over-the-top gesture. Leave it to Simon to find new ways to spoil Daphne beyond belief. It was hard for Anthony to see Daphne as a woman who was ready for marriage, and not as a tiny, bossy little girl that followed her brothers everywhere they went. But if it had to be someone, he was glad it was Simon that his baby sister deemed worthy enough to trust with her heart. 

“Of course I will. She must really be sick to call home. That kid would sooner die than admit defeat.” Worry started to take root in his chest. He knew it was perfectly normal for kids to get sick from time to time, but Hyacinth was such a steady, constant little thing. She never wavered from her determined strength. At least not where the prying eye could see.

“Thank you, Anthony.” Violet sighed with appreciation. “Give her a kiss for me and tell her I’ll be home as soon as I can.”

“I don’t know about all that, but I’ll certainly let her know she crossed your mind.”

Violet huffed her reply. “What have I done to deserve such an obstinate child?”

Anthony found himself laughing again. It felt good. “God clearly thought you needed a challenge since the rest of your brood would prove to be so easy. I’m honored to be the one assigned the task of keeping you sharp. I think I’ve done a great job so far.”

“You’ve done a great job of making me old, that’s what you’ve done. When do you think you might retire?” she asked lovingly.

“As soon as you stop meddling and insisting that you know what’s best for me.”

“So, never.” she quipped.

“Have fun with Daph today, and try not to worry about Hyacinth. I’ll take care of it.” he promised, directing the conversation to a close.

“I know,” she replied, her voice steeped in motherly love. “You always do. Thank you, dear. I love you.”

“You too,” he returned, discomfort settling in his shoulders. He still had a hard time hearing those words when they were meant for him. He didn’t deserve them. Too much had happened. He failed too many people to be awarded that privilege. Especially his mother…

“Oh, and Anthony… One more thing before you go,” her voice took on the chastising quality that only a mother could master. “When are you going to introduce me to the lovely young woman you’ve been so clearly infatuated with for the last few weeks?”

“How did you...” he questioned with shock.

“Oh, come now Anthony. A mother always knows.” He could hear the victorious smile in her voice. “Plus, you’ve been walking around all sneaky and secretive like a fourteen year old boy. It was either a woman, or I’m about to get a call from your old headmaster claiming that he caught you bringing farm animals into the school again.”

He desperately wanted to change the subject. “Priorities, mother. Hyacinth needs me. We can talk about this later.”

“I agree. We’ll talk tomorrow. I’ll be at the office to meet with the barristers regarding the foundation. You can take me to lunch.” That was that. She hung up the phone before he had the chance to protest. 

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Hyacinth Bridgerton sat in uncharacteristic silence while she waited with the school nurse for what she had hoped would be a quick rescue. What was taking her mother so long to get here? Didn’t she know that being the baby of the family granted Hyacinth the right to be the center of her mother’s universe? What could she possibly be doing right now that would keep her from rushing to her aid?

“Hyacinth,” the nurse prodded. “Are you sure you wouldn’t rather lie down? You look a bit too pale for my liking.”

“I’m fine,” she lied. 

She wasn’t fine at all. She was in the worst pain she had ever felt in her life. All she wanted was to go home and crawl up for a good cry. She wouldn’t break down here. Not with someone watching. She would hold it all together until she was in private. She was a Bridgerton - weakness didn’t run in their blood. She had seen Anthony do it a hundred times. He was a master at taming his own emotions until the time was right. If he could do it, so could she. 

Although, she doubted her brother ever had to deal with anything equal to likes of this. It was excruciating and horrifying. There was a good chance she was dying. She didn’t know how much longer she had left. Hopefully her mother made it in time.

A knock wrapped on the door and the secretary popped her head inside with a smile. “Miss Bridgerton, your father is here to take you home.”

Hyacinth’s lungs forgot how to breathe. Father… this was obviously a mistake. Maybe they meant to collect the young girl in the corner with her face hunched over a bucket. “I think you may have the wrong student. My mother is coming for me.”

“No,” the annoyingly chipper woman replied. “He asked for you by name. Grab your things and follow me. I’ll walk you out to him.”

They walked in silence through the corridor. Hyacinth only remained upright through sheer force of will. She was already preparing her “I told you so” speech when realization hit. And with that realization came dread. There was currently only one person that someone would mistake as her father…

Her nightmare was confirmed when they rounded the corner to find Anthony anxiously awaiting her arrival. He rose to his feet the second he saw her approaching, worry widening his soulful eyes. It was strange to see him here. Actually, it was strange to see him at all. She tried not to hold his absence against him. This had been one of the hardest years for their family. Especially for Anthony. And she understood her brother. She knew why he distanced himself. She knew he needed the space to rebuild in solitude. But she missed him, and she couldn’t help feeling a little like he’d abandoned her. 

“Hyacinth,” he fretted, scanning her over from head to toe. “Are you okay? Do you want me to take you to the doctor?”

“No!” she panicked. “No doctors. Just take me home please.”

“Of course,” he said softly before taking her backpack from her shoulder and slinging it over his own. It was a small but sweet gesture that left her eyes misty. He was somehow both the last and exact person she wanted here with her right now.

She was relieved to see that he had opted to drive himself instead of taking his driver. She didn’t need anymore witnesses to her impending meltdown. 

Hyacinth could feel him eyeing her cautiously from the driver’s seat as they made their way through traffic. “You’re staring, Anthony.”

“I’m just worried. You never get sick. Your face is as white as a sheet and you look like you’re about to puke all over my car.”

“Well knock it off,” she scowled. “I’m fine.”

He scoffed, irritating her even more. “You’ve always been a horrible liar Hyacinth. You’re allowed to not feel well. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“It’s none of your business Anthony. Just take me home so you can get back to whatever it is you were doing before I inconvenienced you.” She regretted her words the moment she saw the hurst flash across his face.

“I’ve never thought you were an inconvenience Hyacinth. Not even once. Now will you please tell me what’s wrong? I can stop at the store before we get to the house and pick up some medicine if you need.”

“My stomach hurts, okay. Now can we please drop this?” she wasn’t above begging him. 

“Alright, well I’ll just pop into Waitrose and grab you some ginger ale,” he offered.

He was only trying to take care of her, but she was irrationally angry at him. She just wanted him to stop talking and drive her home so she could die in peace.

“It’s not that kind of stomach ache, Ant. I don’t need ginger ale.”

“Okay, then maybe I ca-” she cut him off before he could provide another option.

“Ughhh! If I tell you what’s wrong will you shut up?” When he nodded his concession she took a deep breath and went on. “I got my period today in front of my entire gym glass. Marcy Fisher told everyone I was a freak and to stay away from me if they didn’t want it to happen to them too.”

From the look on his face, Hyacinth was sure that she’d thoroughly traumatized her eldest brother. He squirmed uncomfortably in his seat before he responded. “But… you’re only twelve. You’re still… so small. Are you certain?”

She rolled her eyes at his very male reaction. “I’m pretty freaking sure, Anthony. I’m not a baby anymore. According to Eloise, this means I’m a woman now.”

“Oh, God,” he groaned. “Please don’t say that. I’m not ready.”

“I hate to break it to you, but you better buckle up brother, because this is happening. It hurts, it’s disgusting, I’m mortified, and I really don’t want to talk about this anymore. Especially not with you.” 

“Do you want me to ring mum?” he asked desperately. 

“No!” she screeched. “Promise me you won’t tell anyone else. Swear it, Anthony!”

“Alright, alright! I swear it. Relax.” He had to restrain from wincing at the glare she shot him.

“Good,” she sighed. Some of the tension visibly left her body with the knowledge of their pact. “The last thing I need is Gregory finding out. I’d never hear the end of it.”

Anthony drove on in silence. He knew this was a big day for his littlest sister, and he was trying his best to not react poorly. He was not the right person to be handling this. Almost anyone else would be more well suited. He had to assume that his mother wouldn’t have sent him if she knew what was really going on with her daughter. This was the kind of thing he would normally call Benedict for help with. He always seemed to know what to do where their sisters were concerned. He had a much more delicate touch than Anthony. But he couldn’t call Benedict. He couldn’t call anyone. Hyacinth had forbidden it, and he didn’t want to face the tiny girl’s wrath if he ignored her wishes. 

His plan was to just keep his head down long enough to get her home and then wait for his mother to arrive so he could slip out undetected. Yes, that was the plan. Sit down, shut up, avoid disappointing her. That is until he heard the muffled sniffles coming from the other side of the car.

He could never stand to see Hyacinth cry. It never failed to render him useless. All he wanted was to comfort her, but he didn’t always know how. It was a lot easier when she was four and just crawled into his lap for a hug. It was easy to chase away what scared her when he could just pick her up and remove her from the danger all together. But now… what did he do now?

“Hyacinth…” he treaded carefully.

Thankfully, she let him in without a fight. “How am I supposed to face them all tomorrow, Anthony? Marcy Fisher said…”

Anger boiled behind his eyes when he identified the source of his sister’s tears. “Marcy Fisher is a snot-nosed spoiled brat with a father that can’t find a job with a salary large enough to support his coke habit and a mum who is so vapid that she has to pay people to be her friend. Marcy Fisher can piss off. You’ll face those kids the same way you do every day - as a Bridgerton.”

Her responding laughter was contagious until it turned into painful sobs without warning. Alarm bells sounded in his head as he began backpedaling. “Shit, what have I said?! I’m sorry Hy, please don’t cry. You don’t even have to go to school tomorrow if you don’t want to.”

She shook her head, gathering herself. “It’s not you. Well, it is, but not in a bad way. I just forgot how much you get me sometimes. Sorry, I’m really tired and probably sound like a blubbering idiot. How embarrassing.”

“Just hang in there,” he assured her. “We’re almost home.”

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Anthony was sure Hyacinth was ready to be rid of him, but he couldn’t bring himself to leave her. Once they reached the house she had immediately gone for a shower and insisted that she didn’t need anything else from him. She claimed everything else could wait until their mother got home, but he didn’t think it was right that she should have to wait for what she needs just because he might be a little uncomfortable. 

There were a lot of things over the years that he fucked up when it came to Hyacinth. She needed a father but she got him instead - a disappointment since she took her first breath. There was probably loads yet that he would surely get wrong, but this he could do. 

Or so he thought…

He stood frozen with indecision in the middle of the feminine care aisle of their local pharmacy. There were so many options to choose from. How was he supposed to know which ones to pick?!

An understanding laugh pulled him from the ledge of his looming panic. “You’ve got the terrified look of a first time dad. Need some help?”

Anthony met the eyes of the kind stranger with gratitude. The man looked to be well into his fifties and reminded him unsettlingly of his father. “Please… I have no idea what I’m doing.”

“Everyone’s gotta start somewhere,” the man said, clapping him on the shoulder. “How old is your daughter?”

“She’s twelve,” he sighed. “She’s only twelve. That seems too early, doesn’t it?”

“One of my girls was ten,” the man confided. “You were lucky. You got a couple extra years of normalcy. It will be like riding lightning from here on out.”

Anthony watched in amazement as the man picked up items from the shelf and set them into the basket in his trembling hand. “Thank you.”

“No problem,” he smiled. “If I were you, I’d toss in some ibuprofen and some sweets. And anything else that might make her feel loved.”

He could do that. He loved buying Hyacinth things that made her smile. She always rewarded him with hugs. “Thank you again. I would have been standing here all day if you hadn’t come along.”

The man instilled one last piece of wisdom before taking his leave. “Just remember, you’re never doing as bad as you think. And hold on tight for as long as she’ll let you.”

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When Hyacinth came out of the shower, bundled in the coziest sweats she could find, Anthony was gone. She was equally disappointed and relieved. Being with her brother always made her feel special. He looked at her like she was his most treasured possession. Like a tiny, delicate gemstone that he wanted to protect at all costs. But he also hovered and fussed. And his keen observation skills made it way harder to get away with cheeky activities. Sometimes the authority that he carried made it hard for her to just relax. There was always that lingering fear of seeing disenchantment dull his warm eyes. 

It was hard for Hyacinth to be around him when he was sad. She could feel the effort it took him to present himself as having it all together. He might be able to fool other people, but not her. Everyone else believed that mask because that’s what they wanted to see, but the truth was in his eyes. He was tired. Life hadn’t been pulling its punches lately, and her invincible big brother was dancing with defeat. It made her angry. She knew that wasn’t fair - he wasn’t perfect. The pedestal she placed him on was always unsustainable, she knew that. She just wasn’t ready for how it would feel to see him as a normal person and not the hero the little girl in her remembered so clearly.

She had noticed a change in him lately though. He smiled a little easier, his body looked stronger - he wasn’t as fragile. She didn’t know what happened to make him feel more like himself again, but whatever it was, she was grateful.

She had just climbed under the comforting fabric of her plush blanket when she heard the knocking on her bedroom door. Anthony poked his head in before she could answer.

“Hyacinth, are you in here?” his eyes searched the room before finally landing on the Hyacinth shaped lump under the covers.

“You came back,” she stated, happiness tugging the corners of her mouth toward the sky.

“I know you wanted to be alone, but I’ve brought you some things.” He took a tentative step into the room.

Heat rushed to the tops of Hyacinth’s cheeks. “You went shopping for me?”

“I wasn’t sure what all you would need, so I just bought one of everything.” He handed her the large paper bag he clutched nervously. “There are also some sweets in there. I got those little Battenbergs you like. And those disgusting Monster Munch crisps you fancy so much.”

Her eyes lit up. “Roast Beef flavored?!”

His face grimaced as he shook off his distaste. “Yes, but I beg you to wait to eat those until after I’ve left. I don’t know how you stomach the smell.”

She stuck her tongue out at him before continuing to dig through the bag. “Good God, Anthony! How much did you buy? I’m only one person.���

Her throat tightened with the effort to hold in a fresh wave of tears. She had just managed to stop crying and refused to start up again. A few salty droplets slipped past her defenses as she cataloged the contents of her care package. He had put so much thought into it. The image of him scowling at shelves of feminine hygiene products made her laugh. He really had thought of everything - snacks, medicine, a heating pad. There was even an adorable stuffed bumble bee. 

She felt the bed dip slightly when he sat down next to her. His anxious expression caught her attention before he spoke. “Hyacinth…” he paused, mindlessly rubbing his thumb over something concealed in his palm. “I know I haven’t been very present lately, and I’m sorry. It has nothing to do with you and everything to do with my own shortcomings.”

He extended his hand to her, revealing the antique gold pocket watch their father had given him. “Father’s watch?” she asked, confusion coloring her features.

“Open it,” he encouraged.

Gently, she clicked the delicate latch to display the same intricate clock face she’d seen a thousand times before. Tucked safely within the opposite side was a worn photo. A young Anthony holding…

“That’s us,” he confirmed. “The day you were born. You were so small… and loud.”

“Ha. Ha.” she deadpanned. “Why do you keep it here?”

As if the answer was obvious, he simply stated, “So that I’ll always have it with me.” Sensing she needed more, he went on, “My whole life changed that day. I was nineteen - young, dumb, and aimless. But then there you were, and suddenly I had a purpose. So I keep it with me as a reminder for when I get a little lost.”

His knuckle brushed against her cheek, wiping away a runaway tear. “You are not an inconvenience. You never have been. And I’m sorry if I’ve ever made you feel that way. I’ll do better, I promise.”

There was no stopping the free-falling emotions that cascaded down her face. She was moving towards him before she had a chance to think better of it. Climbing into his lap, she wrapped her arms around his neck and sobbed into his shoulder. He didn’t speak. He held her close, stroking her hair in reassurance, giving her space to feel.

When she calmed down, she pulled away, wiping her nose on the sleeve of her oversized hoodie. Anthony stood, smoothing out his now ruffled clothing. “I’ll leave you alone now,” he said with a smile.

The moment he turned to leave Hyacinth realized that’s not what she wanted at all. “Or… you could stay. Do you want to binge watch Love Island with me?!”

“Love Island?!” He was appalled. “Hyacinth, that is absolute trash TV. Utter brain rot.”

“Exactly,” she beamed. “That’s the appeal. Come on, Anthony. You can hate- watch it and complain the whole time. You know how much you love criticizing stupid people.”

Hyacinth lifted her blanket, inviting him to crawl in next to her. She laughed at his exasperated huff before he gave in and kicked off his shoes.

“Fine,” he conceded.

“Awesome,” she grinned victoriously. It was unnerving how much she looked like their mother when she looked at him like that. “Can we UberEats some McDonalds, too?!”

She had him right where she wanted him and she knew it. “Might as well,” he said, handing her his phone. “Garbage food to go with our garbage show.”

Even though he would rather pluck his eyes out than watch this show, he was content to just be here. Happy even. It was a moment worth remembering. Taking the phone she was handing back to him, he wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her into his side. “Come here. I think we need an updated picture, don’t you?”

“Let me see,” she demanded. “If I look awful you have to delete it.”

“Whatever you say, your highness,” he chuckled softly.

“Aww! I love it,” she approved, sending the photo to herself. “You’re smiling.”

Anthony stared down at the photo contemplatively. She was right, it turned out nicely. He already knew the exact spot he wanted to place it on his desk.

The time on his phone caught his attention. It was already two o’clock and he was supposed to pick his girl up for dinner at half past six. He had been looking forward to seeing her all day but he didn’t want to cut his time with Hyacinth short.

Texting her the picture of him and his sister, he asked:

Anthony: Would you be opposed to pushing dinner back until 8:00? I’m on big brother duty.

She sent him back a gif of a cartoon cat with heart eyes.

Trouble: That is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. We can reschedule for tomorrow if you want to spend the evening with your family. I don’t mind.

Anthony: I mind. I mind a lot. I want to see you. I’ve been thinking about it since I woke up this morning.

Trouble: Forget dinner, come straight to my place. I’ll feed you.

Anthony: What’s on the menu?

Trouble: Me.

He didn’t realize he had laughed out loud until Hyacinth asked, “What’s her name?”

“Who,” he played dumb, praying she hadn’t caught a glimpse at those texts.

Hyacinth rolled her eyes. “The girl that’s got you smiling like that. Duh.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. There’s no girl,” he sidestepped. “And I’m not smiling.”

“You’re so smiling. Have you told her yet?” she prodded.

“Told her what?” He realized his mistake a moment too late.

“HA! So there is a girl! I knew it.” She poked him playfully.

“God, you’re nosy. Maybe even worse than Eloise.”

“That is the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me Anthony. But flattery doesn’t distract me for long. Soooo….?” she waited with unyielding patience for him to answer.

“Sooo?” he mimicked.

“Did you tell her yet?” She was relentless.

“Tell her?” Really though, what was she on about?

“That you love her…” 

His breath caught in his throat. “I… what? No…”

“But you do,” it wasn’t a question this time.

“Hyacinth…” he warned.

“Okay, okay. Will you at least tell me her name?” 

He took a minute to consider it. Was he ready? The bubble they existed in was fun and safe. Pressure free. The moment he let someone else in, it would raise the stakes. But isn’t that what he wanted - something real? She deserved that. 

“I’ll tell you, but this information is just for you. Understood?” She hooked her little finger around his in a silent promise. “Her name is Y/N.”

“Y/N…” she repeated. “She sounds beautiful.”

Anthony watched his sister with fascination as her eyes came alive with the romantic imagination that only existed inside the mind of a twelve year old girl.

Maybe one day he would remember how to see the world that way again too.

~~~~~~~~~~

Two hours later, Anthony found himself fully immersed in the exploitative debauchery that was Love Island. Hyacinth had fallen asleep about thirty minutes into the first episode, now drooling safely on his chest, and left him to navigate the shallow dramas of the contestants’ lives. He’d never admit it out loud, but he could understand why someone might find their antics entertaining. It was so far removed from reality it was nearly impossible to look away.

He was about to make his predictions for this episode when there was a knock on the door.

“Hyacinth?” Violet called, opening the door. “How are you feeling, sweetheart?”

“Sshhh,” Anthony whispered. “She’s asleep.”

“Darling,” she greeted him warmly. “You’re still here. I thought you’d be gone by now. I thought you had plans, I didn’t mean to keep you from them.”

He waved off her concern. “It’s okay, I rescheduled. Besides, I think I’m right where I belong.”

“How is she,” Violet asked, feeling Hyacinth’s forehead with the back of her hand.

“I’ll let her tell you about it when she wakes up. She’s had a long day, but I think she’s hanging in there.” He smiled down at his snoring sister.

“I can see that,” his mother remarked as she observed the discarded candy wrappers littered across the bed. Her face transformed when she took in the sight of her children cuddled together so sweetly. “She misses you, you know?”

“I know,” he hung his head, averting his mother’s eyes. “I should have come sooner.”

Gentle fingers pushed his hair away from his face. “Well, you’re here now. That’s what matters.”

“Yeah. I guess…” It still felt like too little, too late. He had a lot to make up for, but this was a good place to start.

A stream of expletives sounded over the tv speakers when two of the contestants realized a betrayal. Violet turned her attention to the screen. “For God’s sake, Anthony! What on Earth are you watching? I hope you didn’t let your sister watch this rubbish. Those women are hardly wearing any clothes!”

“Really,” he smirked. “I hadn’t noticed.”

He got the exact reaction he was aiming for. 

“Hush,” she reprimanded before turning off the tv and leaving the room.

The room was silent now, the only sound was Hyacinth's steady breathing. He felt himself relax into the soft pillowy mattress. His lids began to droop, his mind slowed to a blissful hum.

He had been out in the cold for so long. It was good to be home…

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Tags: @faye-tale @eleanor-bradstreet @musicismyoxygen84 @queen-of-the-misfit-toys @heeyyyou @queenofmean14 @angels17324 @bridgertontess​

[ao3feed-kathony]

You Used To Live in My Head (Now I Carry You In My Heart)

read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/55131721 by HarnitBee, Stars_of_Kyber When Kate Sharma finds a random DM with a photo of her as a child next to another kid and questions Mary about it she discovers that the imaginary friend she believed she had had during the three years her family lived in London when she was a little was not actually imaginary? Actually, he might be the next King of England. Words: 2528, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Bridgerton (TV), Bridgerton Series - Julia Quinn Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M Characters: Anthony Bridgerton, Kate Sheffield | Kate Sharma, Edwina Sheffield | Edwina Sharma, Violet Bridgerton, Edmund Bridgerton, Benedict Bridgerton, Mary Sheffield | Mary Sharma, Colin Bridgerton, Daphne Bridgerton, Simon Basset, Eloise Bridgerton, Francesca Bridgerton, Gregory Bridgerton, Hyacinth Bridgerton, Bridgerton Family (Bridgerton), Bridgerton Family & Kate Sheffield | Kate Sharma - Character, Anthony Bridgerton & Bridgerton Family - Character Relationships: Anthony Bridgerton/Kate Sheffield | Kate Sharma, Simon Basset/Daphne Bridgerton, Edmund Bridgerton/Violet Bridgerton, Bridgerton Siblings & Edwina Sheffield | Edwina Sharma & Kate Sheffield | Kate Sharma, Edwina Sheffield | Edwina Sharma & Kate Sheffield | Kate Sharma & Mary Sheffield | Mary Sharma Additional Tags: text fic, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Modern AU, childhood best friends, Imaginary Friends, or so they thought, royal au, The Bridgerton Royal Family, King Edmund the 1st, Anthony Prince of Wales, edmund lives, mostly for laughs, HEA, Museum Curator Kate, Anthony's siblings are annoying, meddling siblings, Fluff, very little angst, this was supposed to be a one-shot, What a joke lkadjsgklsdfgf read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/55131721

[au-mashup-party]

Okay so a lot of people have been asking me “Who’s the purple skeleton”? “What are his intentions”? “Is he a villain”? Well I decided to summon it all up in one master post!

Who is the purple skeleton? Simple, his name is Emperor Xirus Corrupto, or just Xirus is fine. He is one of the higher ranked gods of Hacker’s old AU, and one of the strongest. His purpose? Nobody knows!

What does he look like? Easy!

He’s a black skeleton with a glitchy appearance and a corrupted stature. His eyes are blueish-purple and resembles that of a glitchy TV screen. He wears a dark gray and purple coat with a fury purple hood and fur surrounding the sides. He wears a purple royal gown under it with the family’s royal symbol sued on in the middle. The weird purple symbol line thing on the side of his coat represent the higher status, his teeth are the same color as his eyes as well as his nonexistent nose. He wears a violet faded purple cape on his back, which was a present from his father before his overthrow.

Now we’re gonna talk about what he can do and what his personality is:

He has the power to corrupt anyone just by touching them, or if they touch him by default, no matter if the person may be strong or weak, powerful or powerless, nothing can get past his control, and if it can, he’ll find a way around it.

When someone is corrupted, it takes about a 30 seconds before the task is complete. If the person who is being corrupted, excepts their fate, the corruption will happen 10 times faster, causing it to be way less painful.

If he sees something he likes, he will take it without hesitation. that, or he will send one of his subordinates out to take it. If the subordinate fails at a task, they will be punished, but not killed.

He doesn’t exactly kill anyone, he believes he has no need to. He believes all AUs deserve a chance of being useful.

He doesn’t technically need to fight anyone, he gives the victim 5 chances to defend themselves, and if they fail, he will simply approach them, and tap them on the forehead.

He loves a good show, he would often spy on AU’s or just meddle with them for fun, by simply disguising himself as someone else and then corrupting people that way.

He’s generous when he wants to be, but don’t be mistaken, he sees through your manipulation, as if you were a transparent book of lies.

Being emperor to him is just like any other job, all those who challenges authority will be corrupted, end of story. He doesn’t have to get angry or frustrated.

When in his presence it’s best that you bowand refer to him as “my lord” or “emperor xirus”, make him happy and you will be spared.

 He has his tiny moments of being an adorable piece of crap, and he isn’t afraid to admit it.

“I bet he’s not even that strong like the other famous sanses, he’s just another cringey glitchy sans”. 🙄

EHH!! Wrong!!!

Side note: Looks can be deceiving sometimes, and just because it’s not worldwide famous like other powerful sanses,it doesn’t mean that he lacks the potential to be included as well. It is not a competition to see which Sans in the multiverse is the best after all, it’s all in good fun and for plot purposes only. Have your own opinion but don’t judge others because of their own. Thank you for your time. Now please continue with the next fact.

This place is known as the Corruption Haven, we’re all the AU’s and souls of “the foolish ones” as he calls it, are corrupted and left in the void of endless despair to serve him for eternity, no one can escape this place, only he has the power to free you.

Below that is The River of Despair, the only way to get across is by talking to the Royal Guardian of The Haven, you’ll need to pay one Corrupto Coin to get across without falling in.

Things you need to know when sending him questions:

He likes to be referred to as: Emperor, or his Royal highness, or my league.

He accepts gifts and food, I recommend bringing burritos, he loves them for some reason.

You can say hi, just don’t get too close to him, or don’t let him get too close to you, he’s unpredictable when he carries the same expression all the time

If he can’t answer a question, his subjects will do it for him.

OK that’s all gotta go Byeeee!

Update: Some of the information here is outdated because I made a few changes to his character as well as the story.

[limitlessscion]

@saiakv response to [x] cause if I don't indulge in some pain you're going to hurt our fixit au boys ):

How terrifying it is to feel powerless.

For Satoru, demanding Suguru's love was never a simple desire; it was a matter of survival— no, existence itself. As he'd reached for Suguru's hand, fingers near desperately to find a hold, that's what he was fighting for: to be real, to be something that was a part of this world and not a mere observer who meddled, to be able to feel joy and warmth and happiness.

Every time tension had threatened this carefully constructed fantasy of theirs, Satoru had held on fiercely, dug in his heels, his claws, drawing blood if he must; he refused to be made powerless. Each time Satoru would tear himself open because he knew Suguru was made powerless in turn by his love and could not suffer Satoru's pain. The same vulnerability that he so easily drew out from the Strongest, and perhaps revelled in that unique power he held, was also a leash Satoru could yank him right back with.

He froze as Suguru got up, turned away, and an image superimposed on the current scene of another time he'd faced that back. He shook as the memory staked him to the seat through his chest and stole the breath from the words dying on his lips as he recalled that brutal first heartache. It drew the painful silence long enough for Suguru to break it instead of Satoru's own verbosity.

Suguru didn't mean it, Satoru knew immediately; oh sure, they were aimed to hurt, but the intent was something else. The sharpness was not turned towards Satoru, it was aimed at this thing between them and it was not the first time he had used such tactics in an effort to say goodbye; this was a much gentler twist of the knife than that day he'd torn Satoru down to his very core and left him exposed and broken on the sidewalk of Shinjuku. Satoru brushed it aside as he finally got to his feet because this time he would not simply stand and watch his joy walk out of his life once more.

He didn't bother responding to the airing of old grievances that was not the heart of the problem that ripped at the bond between them, because he knew Suguru loved him too much and he knew he had done nothing to poison that love.

This wasn't about him— this was fear, and at that moment, Satoru understood that fear. He closed the gap between them in a few swift long steps, fingers snatching Suguru's wrist and tugging the other to a sudden halt before he could reach the glass doors. In that moment he feels it too, the crackle of power cresting with the intensity of his will; you can't leave me. There was no gentleness in him at that moment, pulling Suguru back towards him with incredible strength, the force of his grip tempered precisely to trap but not injure.

"Suguru please, we can keep them safe. You're not going to lose them!"

More sharp words are exchanged. It all came down to the twins and their life, their safety— and Satoru hid his frustration because he could not care about those girls who seemed to own a larger sliver of Suguru's heart than ever expected. But Suguru cared about those girls deeply, that care was the crux of the issue, and voices raised until finally the key question was posed at the climax: what are you going to do if the higherups do get involved?

"I'd kill them."

There was no hesitation before those words slipped out, deadly calm. There was no need to think; the answer to Satoru was simple, obvious, and an action he had considered and weighted many times in the past. He felt tension leaving Suguru's wrist as the fist unfurled, those violet eyes widening with surprise and the fight fleeing his body.

"I mean it. I'm not being impulsive, I've thought about this for a very long time. It would keep them safe." ( it would keep us safe. )

Another tug, this time gentler as he waved his free hand to indicate the stools at the bar, where the seats faced away from the gruesome corpse still oozing on the coffee table.

"Stay. Let's talk about this."

[kanthonyficrecs]

Featured Fic (Modern AU)

Of Meddling Mamas by dreamchaser31 Rating: NR Status: WIP Summary: A blind date set up by Violet and Agatha turns out exactly as neither of the unwilling participants has planned.

[thekatebridgerton]

He built her a home office! That's some notebooks level shit

More breakup au replies

like to think he did it because he held out hope that she would one day come back and explain why she broke up with him. And even when he was mad at her, he still wanted her to find him home if she decided to come back.

Also Violet sort of meddled and told him not to give up hope, because Eloise doesn't rest until she's talked things out. And if she hasn't destroyed him from inside out and stomped on his self esteem. That means she still cares.

Phillip loves Violet and even tho he and El were broken up he still continued to treat Violet like the mom he never had.

[silverhallow]

I've been watching Kaleidoscope on Netflix and it's made me think more about the Bridgerton 11 AU...

The Bridgerton's are a well respected and well known family and no one suspects their criminal(ish) behaviour.

they don't ever do anything unless it is for a good cause... Robin Hood Esque... righting wrongs so to speak, the wrongs that the justice system aren't able to right...

Anthony being the planner, he's the one who organises everything but he's not the one who gets the jobs... he is also a Lawyer in his own right, like his father was before him.

Simon is the money man and fence. he comes into the family organisation much to Anthony's unhappiness when he gets involved with Daphne... and she can't help but let him in. He is an accountant in his normal life

Kate is a bit of muscle and the main brains behind everything (think Rusty in Ocean's 11) like Anthony she is a Lawyer and she's only involved after she hired the group to help sort out an issue with her step-mother's family who were hiding their inheritance and after arguing with Anthony they end up together...

Daphne is the fence and source of things, she's got a knack of befriending people and getting information from some people, she's able to meddle her way into situations and get information. she gets involved less once she starts having babies and is a "stay at home mum" and she's the one who sets up the adverts and monitors for the requests for help

Benedict artist/forger/master thief/Scout... he is able to make almost perfect recreations of art work, even down to the strokes of the brushes so any insurance and curator wouldn't be able to tell the difference... its a skill he learned from his Grandmother. he is a photographer and artist in his own right.

Eloise hacker... she gets information from places that Anthony doesn't want to know about. she's able to get through firewalls' and is a tech genius... until Hyacinth outshines her and locks her out of her own computers at the age of 16 and Eloise finally relents and agrees that Hyacinth's skills out shine hers but Eloise is still a better information source from people and she's GREAT at creating a diversion and a fast driver...

Fran Fran is the least criminally minded of the family but like Daphne she has people skills, she's able to blend into a background or simper and smile her way into getting information... she is a great fence as she's got a contact in India... She is able to blend in and often changes her appearance to help the family out on jobs...

Colin works as a fence, he gets goods in and out of the country on his travels, he is the person who goes to the meets to do the exchanges and on the occasions they have to negotiate, he is often sent in due to his charm, though after he gets scammed himself, they stop asking him to do the negations so much... Colin is learning to be a bit more of a thief, picking locks and the likes (think Matt Damon's character Linus... he wants to do more and is eager but often makes a mess of it)

Greg mechanics expert, he loves building things as a kid so tinkering with cars and making electronics becomes second nature...

Hyacinth becomes a tech expert and lets be honest... the explosives expert. she can make controlled ones that leave no trace and ones that cause diversions... she scares Anthony a little with her abilities...

Sophie after the team help her out with the Silver Swans painting... and she starts going out with Benedict she becomes part of the team, she has the ability to change her appearance like Fran and become a face in the crowd, her life as a "maid" allows her to be blend in but because she so little and light, and has a gymnastic background, she's their acrobat and grease woman... she can crawl through the smallest of spaces...

VIOLET: Is basically like M. she oversees it all, she ensures that there is a good cover for her children and in-laws when they are working jobs and because of her connections (i.e the Rokesby's) they are never suspected or caught...

[nerdynanny]

random hcs: shiva [ffvii au]

Shiva is primarily a materia user-- dealing damage via magic and focusing on being support rather than a heavy hitter. He stores materia in a myriad of ways-- bracers on his wrists and a rapier-- for when he feels fancy.

Upon his transformation he becomes far more fleet footed and focuses on melee combat rather than meddling with magic. Depending on claws and physical prowess over his magical might. It should be noted that Shiva can lose himself to his emotions if he dwells in his werewolf form for longer than a few hours.

The transformation triggers a swap of his MP and HP bars. Human Shiva has low HP but high MP. Were Shiva is the opposite-- boasting a hefty HP bar with minimal MP.

He isn't the sort to join a party-- and as an NPC he offers escort missions in exchange for quite a lot of Gil. For one reason or another he doesn't seem to struggle much financially-- then again, the public doesn't know his secret.

How he performs in drag at the Honeybee Inn as the Vivacious Violet. It's where most of his money comes from, as he is indebted to Madame M for taking him off the streets and nurturing his natural talents

[bridgertonbabe]

Violet sipping her tea every time she hears that she’s successfully broken another one of her children into marrying the love of their life. “Just as planned.”

Violet Bridgerton after successfully momagering all eight of her children into loving marriages within a single season:

[abookishdreamer]

Character Intro: Pistis (Kingdom of Ichor)

Nicknames- The Reliable Miss by the people of Olympius

Age- 31 (immortal)

Location- Thessaloniki, Olympius

Personality- She's respectful of herself & others (especially those she dislikes) and she takes her values very seriously. She's honest, consistent, & resourceful. She's single.

She has the standard abilities of a goddess except shapeshifting. As the goddess of trust, reliability, & good faith, her other powers/abilities include invisibilty, having an innate sense to when people are lying, and being able to manipulate the feelings of trust and loyalty in a person or group of people temporarily.

Pistis lives in the state of Thessaloniki in a newly refurbished Classical home built out of marble with ivory inlay. The interior design is the perfect mixture of minimalist and contemporary with neutral tones for colors. Most of the flooring (except the kitchen & bathrooms) are covered in beige carpeting (made from chenille fabric). She has one pet- a she-dragon named Òrinda whose breathtaking pale silvery violet scales is often complimented on. Pistis also owns a vehicle, a sleek silver car. Because she lives so far away from her job, Òrinda is usually her mode of transportation.

Some of her favorite drinks include coconut water, aloe vera juice, ginger ale, non alcoholic piña colada smoothies, white wine, horchata, classic martinis, & her all time favorite- the vanilla martini. Her usuals at The Roasted Bean is a cafe au lait or a large pineapple-lychee splash.

For work Pistis is an advisor and assistant to the goddess Praxidike (goddess of judicial punishment); who's also a judge on the Grand Olympian Court. The general responsibilties is that she handles the daily hectic schedule of the goddess. She has a front row seat to how the court actually works & how the justices handles the cases they recieve. Pistis also has access to criminal records. Because she works in New Olympus, she'll often stay at The Grand Eaglepoint Hotel.

Her absolute favorite dessert are the vanilla-white chocolate macarons from Hollyhock's Bakery. She also likes vanilla bean pots de creme, madeleines, sugar cookies, ladyfingers (which she likes to eat with vanilla ice cream), and a dessert sandwich she likes making with two slices of french toast, marshamallow creme, caramel sauce, and then is dusted with powdered sugar.

She likes to keep her nails short, neat, & french manicured.

There's this vanilla scented perfume from Olmorfia that she loves wearing.

Pistis is the younger sister to Aletheia (goddess of truth), who's also a justice of the Grand Olympian Court. They're not speaking to each other presently. Their relationship became strained after Aletheia chose her best friend Sophrosyne (goddess of moderation, temperance, & restraint) over Pistis to be her maid of honor. Pistis ended up not attending the wedding and she has still not gotten over the slight. Her relationship with her brother-in-law Nomos (god of laws) is okay, but she finds it annoying when he meddles into her relationship with her sister.

In the pantheon her best friend is Eusebeia (goddess of piety, loyalty, duty, & filial respect). She's a loyal friend through and through. They text and call each other daily & hang out whenver they can. Pistis also helped paint Bea's place!

Aside from Praxidike, she's also good friends with her younger sister Amphictyonis (Amy) (goddess of diplomacy), Eudaimonia (goddess of happiness), Leto (Titaness of demurity & motherhood), Peitharchia (goddess of obedience & discipline), Eunostos (goddess of the flour mill), Promylaia, Favian (god of philosophy), Dimósia (goddess of debate), The Litae, Sophia (goddess of thought), Eikono (goddess of iconography & literature), and Philotes (goddess of sex, friendship, & affection).

Pistis is also a member of the esteemed book club of Mnemosyne (Titaness of memory & language).

She dislikes Dolos (god of deception & treachery) as well Apate (goddess of fraud & deception), Kakia (goddess of vice & moral wrongdoing), Hybris (goddess of insolence, hubris, & reckless pride), and Dyssebeia (goddess of ungodliness & impiety).

For other means of income Pistis is a contributing writer for The Oracle newspaper and O Dianooumenos. She also endorses/models for Glory's Crown (loves the black vanilla products), Olive Visibly, Momentum, Olmorfia, & Euryphaessa.

She likes the grilled chicken sandwich with a mediterranean salad (with extra cilantro lime dressing) from The Bread Box.

Pistis isn't actively seeking out a relationship. She's not opposed to being in one, but feels that the pool for eligible suitors for a goddess is about as deep as a puddle.

Her favorite flowers are white freesias!

She was gifted with a simple Diamond Ave. crystal embellished clutch from Praxidike. As a birthday gift, Bea gave her a white gold key charm necklace.

In her free time she loves riding on dragonback! She also enjoys reading, yoga, cooking, swimming, baking, doing needle work, pottery, going to the opera & museum, and tennis.

Some of her favorite meals that she cooks include tostones with salsa verde, caldo santo, arroz junto (extra spicy!), and ladenia.

"A broken trust is never wholly repaired."

[sea-owl]

I need Portia protecting Sir Philip and Penelope from the crazy Bridgerton family, like she is treating this like the zombie apocalypse whenever she sees those pesky Bridgertons. Penelope and Philip are going to be wed and she is ready to fist fight the lot of bridgertons. No way is she allow Colin and Eloise ruin her pure babies. Her having a near heart attack and fainting when those two ruining Team P.

Pfft. This would be like the perfect side quest for my Engagement of Convenience AU. If anyone is curious au being referenced is this post and the beginning is here.

Portia is not having it with these Bridgerton schemes. Penelope has secured herself a stable future with a gentleman who has a title, a home, and already made grandbabies! No third born son is going to take that from Penelope, especially one who practically declared her a spinster during her second season!

And poor Sir Phillip! That shy man wouldn't survive the scandal filled road the Bridgertons take on the way to the altar! And the children! One must think of the children! While Portia was not Marina's biggest fan she and the children were still family. Portia Featherington will always take care of her family. No a Bridgerton marriage simply won't do for either. Penelope knows how to run a house, finances and all, and can be a loving wife and mother.

If Portia could she would switch Prudence's wedding with Penelope's. She might have to start planning for Penelope's while finishing up Prudence's. The sooner Phillip and Penelope wed the better.

Maybe Portia could hint at a trip to Grenta Green. After all the whispers would die down next season, and then they can do the proper wedding. Or prehaps a special license? The Ton did note how close Phillip and Penelope were at the beginning of the season when they were trying to court others.

Hm, maybe. But for now she'll just have to run interference. Thankfully with the engagment the rules were a little more relaxed with Penelope and Phillip being alone. No one would bat an eye if Portia shoved them in a room together at a ball. Which she may have done when she saw a Bridgerton approaching.

Portia sends a letter to the family.

Little cousin Felicity, who has always adored her older cousin Penelope, and wants to see her cousin habe a happy life, helps distract Gregory and Hyacinth.

Prudence has strict orders to interfer with any Bridgerton trying to ask her sister for a dance at balls. If she overhears a Bridgerton asking Miss Featherington for a dance Prudence accepts and drags the Bridgerton to the floor.

Portia has stuck to her youngest daughter's side like glue and more than once forced Phillip and Penelope into dancing.

During calling time Portia sends Penelope off to see Phillip. While it might not be proper to have a lady call on a gentleman Portia decided that if it keeps pesky Bridgertons out of her home then screw the rules.

When the Bridgertons finally grow frustrated at Portia's counter meddling to their meddling Violet invites her over for tea. Portia sees it for what it is.

Negotiations.

Portia is unsurprised to see the new Viscountess and the Duchess by Violet's side. Tough she was surprised that the Viscount was not present. But then again in these houses the walls have ears.

"Portia you must reconsider Sir Phillip's and Penelope's marriage," Violet began. "Colin and Eloise-"

Portia raised her hand.

"Is Eloise ready for motherhood?" Portia questioned. "Because that what awaits anyone who marries Sir Phillip. He has honorably taken on the duty of fatherhood of two children who may I remind you are also a part of my family. Sir Phillip is a wonderful man who is doing what is best for his children, and he deserves a partner who can support him of that."

"And that boy does not deserve to call my daughter a friend much less claim that he loves her in private! He insults her in public, in her own home, and then tries courts her in private after she struggled to get herself engaged!" Portia exclaimed. "I don't care that he loves her! He will abandon my daughter once you all ruin her engagement to Phillip. He has proven himself to care more about what society has agreed with than Penelope and I will not let any of you ruin either of their lives to please those children!"

Portia stood. "If that is all I will be going home now."

Ignoring the three women Portia misses the crack in the wall. Walls have ears indeed.

A week later Portia glares at the invitation to Aubrey Hall for the week long celebration cohosted by the Dowager Viscountess and the new Viscountess Bridgerton.

Fine let the games begin.

[ao3feed-kathony]

when they fall in love, it's all on their faces (hangs in the air like stars in outer space)

by darkesky

Nobody appreciates the sacrifices Gregory makes for this family.

He can tell the Sharma sisters apart. The moment Anthony announced to the family he was dating Edwina—the first person he ever dated! or, at least, the first person he ever admitted to dating—Gregory spent the weekend stalking her on Instagram. He knows what she wore to her high school and college graduation. He knows her favorite books. He could probably tell you her current read if given a chance to scroll on his phone.

He guides Daphne’s finger to Kate, and he grins. “That’s her! Edwina!”

“That’s Edwina?” Daphne says.

He nods, and he lies through his teeth. "Yup! That's her!"

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Gregory meddles with all of his siblings' relationships, even if they don't realize.

Words: 6082, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 6 of make the friendship bracelets; take the moment and taste it (Bridgerton Modern AU)

Fandoms: Bridgerton (TV), Bridgerton Series - Julia Quinn

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Anthony Bridgerton, Benedict Bridgerton, Colin Bridgerton, Daphne Bridgerton, Eloise Bridgerton, Francesca Bridgerton, Gregory Bridgerton, Hyacinth Bridgerton, Violet Bridgerton, Kate Sheffield | Kate Sharma, Sophie Beckett, Penelope Featherington, Phillip Crane, Simon Basset, Michael Stirling, Gareth St. Clair

Relationships: Anthony & Benedict & Colin & Daphne & Eloise & Francesca & Gregory & Hyacinth Bridgerton, Simon Basset/Daphne Bridgerton, Anthony Bridgerton/Kate Sheffield | Kate Sharma, Sophie Beckett/Benedict Bridgerton, Colin Bridgerton/Penelope Featherington, Francesca Bridgerton/John Stirling I, Francesca Bridgerton/Michael Stirling, Eloise Bridgerton/Phillip Crane, Hyacinth Bridgerton/Gareth St. Clair

Additional Tags: Bridgertons Being Bridgertons, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Bridgerton Family Feels, Gregory Bridgerton is a Little Shit, Comedy, Hijinks & Shenanigans, Vignette, Fluff

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/48544603

[winterscaptain]

gifts and notices.

Aaron Hotchner x Gender Neutral Reader 

a/n: i’ve been working on this one for a while! it takes place right after mistletoe, in au!january 2012!

words: 900 warnings: none!

summary: the bracelet invites questions about ‘mr. not your boyfriend.’ if they only knew. 

masterlist | a joyful future masterlist | requests closed!

“Is that new, or have I just never seen it before?” Dave asks, pointing at your wrist. Your Christmas present from Aaron glimmers in the reading light from the plane, and you make no attempt to hide it. 

“It’s new,” you say, nonchalantly. 

Emily turns around and peers over Dave’s seat. “Where’d you get it?”

You try not to look at Aaron, keeping your gaze trained on your tablet. “It was a Christmas present.” 

JJ bumps your shoulder, teasing. “Between the sleep deprivation and the new bracelet, it looks like Mr. Not My Boyfriend is getting pretty serious.”

With an eye roll, you lightly shove at her with an elbow. “You know I’m only tired because I’m moving. I’m allowed to be tired and also have friends that aren’t you.”

JJ snorts and Emily perks up. “Oh yeah! When can we come over and see your new place?”

“Tell me, Em. When was the last time we had a day off that wasn’t used exclusively for catching up on sleep?”

You’ve already been to my new apartment, but that’s beside the point. 

Aaron’s little smile escapes everyone’s notice, and you almost hate him for leaving you out to dry like this. In fairness, it’s not like he can say anything - if he did, it would nullify the terms of your bet. 

You’re sure he’ll win anyways - Dave knows Aaron too well for his own good, Emily has the advantage of implicitly knowing everything, Penelope meddles, and Derek is far too observant. You hope the six months will fly by, but that hope is hollow at the very least. 

+++

Of course it’s one of the rare occasions Aaron lets you drive that JJ decides to pester you about your bracelet from the back seat while he sits shotgun, unfairly smug. 

“So is it actually from that guy you’re seeing?” She leans forward, resting her elbows on the center console. 

“I plead the fifth.”

She huffs a laugh. “So that’s a yes. Alright, where’d he get it?”

You keep your tone even, arrhythmically tapping your fingers on the steering wheel. “He got it traveling overseas.” 

“Ah. A traveler. I see.” Her face pinches up as she thinks. “What does he do?”

Shaking your head, you glance at her in the rearview mirror. “Nope. Nice try.” 

“Really? You’re really not going to tell me anything about him? Why?”

You sigh, and try not to look at Aaron. “You guys are really important to me, and I want to take time to share this with you in the right way. It’s still new and I just...don’t want y’all to lose your shit or anything. It’s also nice to have some things separate, you know? You did the same thing with Will, if I recall correctly.” 

JJ laughs. “I guess that’s true. Will we like him?”

“I think so.”

+++

Emily catches up to Aaron on the way back to the SUV from the crime scene. You’re hanging back with Dave on the way back to the other car, while Derek and Spencer wait for you at the precinct, throwing darts at a geographic profile. 

“Hey, Hotch.”

He glances at her as he walks, granting permission for her question. 

“How do you feel about…” she glances over her shoulder at you, “the new guy? I know you two are…” she struggles for a word, “close.” 

Aaron’s lips quirk up in a knowing half-smile. “I’m always happy when the people in my life are properly taken care of.” 

Emily leaps a little at the implication. “So you’ve met him?” 

He tells her that, of course, nobody deserves you, but from what you’ve told him, he’s a good man.

“That’s good to hear.” It doesn’t sound all that good to hear. “You also didn’t answer my question.” 

“Didn’t I?”

+++

Fingers grab hold of your wrist. They belong to Dave, who’s now examining your bracelet in the light from the plane window. 

“What is with you all and this bracelet?” You laugh. 

He doesn’t answer you. “Is this Turkish silver?” 

“Yes,” you answer, amused. “It is.” 

“Is your gentleman particularly wealthy?” He’s peering at you over his nose, and you laugh. 

“Not particularly, but well-off enough, yeah.” 

Dave hums once, staccato and suggestive. “Must be. That silver doesn’t run any less than four figures. Good on him.” He pulls you close and presses a kiss to the side of your head. You’re stiffer than you should be, the knowledge of how much Aaron actually spent sinking into your chest. “You deserve to be spoiled.” 

When he releases you and you return to your tablets, it takes everything you have not to twist around in your seat to look at Aaron, reviewing files in the corner. You know he heard the whole thing. For someone who’s constantly at risk of losing his hearing, he’s like a hawk. 

You get your chance when you all deplane back in Quantico. He steps up beside you, grabbing his bag from one of the seats. 

“You didn’t spend that much, did you?” You keep your voice low, your lips barely moving as you pack your things. 

He shrugs. “Maybe I did. Maybe I didn’t.” He reaches across you for his tablet, and you lean back to give him some space. “Nevertheless,” he says, his voice low, “you’re more than worth it.” 

Your face heats when he winks at you and you’re suddenly very anxious to get home.  

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