#secrets of a summer night

[maddiesflame]

Wallflowers layouts

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[yazthebookish]

“Every time I see you,” he murmured, “I think you couldn’t possibly become any more beautiful—and you always prove me wrong.”

Annabelle and Simon from Secrets of a Summer Night (Wallflowers #1) by Lisa Kleypas

Commissioned with margana_mgn (link here)

[triviareads]

I'll never say she was asking for it and consent is still lacking in IHOA but also, look at this:

[lli95s]

Secrets of a Summer night:

1843:

“What is flagrante delicto?” Daisy asked. “It sounds illegal.”

“I don’t know, precisely,” Lillian admitted. “I read it in a novel…but I’m sure it’s just the thing to get a girl compromised.”

Devil in the Spring:

1876:

“Twins. Out for their first Season this year. It seems that your idiot son was caught in flagrante delicto with one of them.”

“He takes after his father,” Evie said.

Looking highly insulted, Sebastian rose to his feet in a graceful motion and pulled her up with him. “His father was never caught.”

“Except by me,” Evie said smugly.

Sebastian laughed. “True.”

“What does in flagrante delicto mean, exactly?”

“The literal translation? ‘While the crime is blazing.’” Picking her up easily, he said, “I believe a demonstration is in order.”

For three decades, Evie was waiting for someone to explain “ flagrante delicto “to her 😂😂

[tealeavesand-roses]

🪻Wallflowers series by Lisa Kleypas🪻

Secrets of a Summer Night Status: read Rating: 4.25 🌟 It Happened One Autumn Status: read Rating: 4 🌟 Devil in Winter Status: read Rating: 4.25 🌟

Scandal in Spring Status: read Rating: 3.75 🌟

After rewatching the first two seasons of Bridgerton in 2023, I went searching for a fix to hold me over until season 3 started lol. I ended up sifting through Regency-era book suggestions and I found this series. I read Secrets of a Summer Night last year (became swooned by Simon, obviously) and then decided to finally finish the rest of the series this year. What a charming series! I really liked It Happened One Autumn, I feel like I can resonate a lot with Lillian. Devil in Winter surprised me, I guess the good girl bad boy trope is always a little thrilling. And Scandal in Spring was really cute, I love Daisy lol.

[andiatas]

Me: I have a lot on my to-do-list to get done this month before autumn term begins

Also me: I know a great idea, I should re-read the Wallflower series!

[chaoswarfare]

dp x dc prompt #51

when damian was sent to investigate a‘brainwashing summer camp’ he was not pleased. The kid who shared his cabin room might make it more bearable though. Danny seems to hate this place just as much as he does.

Two days later after both of them are tied up in the store room for spying, maybe he should have come in with a better plan.

summer camp dead serious thing that nobody but my brain asked for.

[moeblob]

You know. I have Thoughts now about Olric.

I originally wanted him added as a romance option (as do many others) and I think I changed my mind! I love him and he's amazing and supportive and he likes rocks but what I think so far that I really super love for him? Is how friendly he is and so far (I'm not far) he has zero romance related lines. Like he's not a romance option, but looking at the other NPCs (the innkeeper/wife, the general store owner/wife, the retired socialite who talks about past flings) I think Olric stands out as possibly the only one I can hope for aroace representation.

Let this guy just exist with the most positive vibes ever because he's just a good guy with positive vibes for everyone.

[octobers-veryown]

Hello @laxibbeb it's me! Your Secret Santa, revealed! Oh, you gave me so much inspiration with your answers and I want to thank you for the time you took to write them for me. This is the first time that I participate to the @acotargiftexchange and I felt the pressure a bit. But it's amazing when people create spaces where we can express ourselves, right? I have to say that from your first answer I got this silly little idea stuck in my mind that didn't leave my brain at all. So I decided to combine some things together. Elucien through the Courts? Say no more, I'm gonna make a whole journey for them. But how? You need to know that your lovely little Secret Santa can't cross two words together but has a small talent into visualizing concepts. So I said "Listen, what people usually do during trips?". They send postcards to their loved ones! And so here we are, with a carousel of postcards! Each one is unique for every Court and has some small messages inside! At the end, a small story came to me and I just realized it when I finished!

I really really hope you will appreciate your gift, I created a little tracklist too as you can see. <3

Please click on the pictures for a better quality and details because I know that Tumblr LOVES to make jokes. I really suggest the desktop mode!

TO THE SPRING COURT

TO THE SUMMER COURT

TO THE WINTER COURT

TO THE DAWN COURT

TO THE AUTUMN COURT

TO THE DAY COURT

Small surprise at the end with the Night Court involved ;)

Thank you so much for reading until here!

[funkily]

shadowmoon stimboard with themes of summer (nights) for me !

seasonal shadow ship board 2/4 ! previous (jizzie) / next (shadowtay)

🎟🎟🎟|⛱️⛱️⛱️|🌙🌙🌙

[small-z24]

One-Shot: Bargain in the Shadows Pt. 1

Summary:

Y/N, a prisoner, strikes a bargain with Azriel to share information about a dark prophecy. Navigating mistrust and hostility, she hides a critical secret about her role in the prophecy, determined to find a way to save Prythian without sacrificing herself.

Word Count: 2328

Warnings: This one-shot contains themes of imprisonment, tension, and deception. It features complex relationships, flirtation, and manipulation. Reader discretion is advised.

Y/N paced the small, dimly lit cell in the Night Court’s prison. The stone walls were cold and unyielding, but she refused to let her discomfort show. She knew they wanted information from her—information about a prophecy she had stumbled upon. And she had every intention of using that information to her advantage.

The door to her cell creaked open, and she turned to see a tall, dark figure standing in the doorway. Azriel, the spymaster of the Night Court, entered with an air of quiet authority. His shadows whispered around him, as if alive and sensing the tension in the room.

“Y/N,” he greeted, his voice calm but firm. “I’m here to ask you some questions.”

She crossed her arms, leaning against the wall with a smirk. “I figured as much. And what makes you think I’ll just spill my secrets?”

Azriel’s eyes narrowed slightly, but he maintained his composure. “Because it’s in your best interest. The information you have could help prevent a catastrophe.”

Y/N chuckled, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “Oh, I’m sure it could. But what’s in it for me?”

He took a step closer, his shadows curling around him protectively. “You’re currently a prisoner in the Night Court. Cooperate, and we can make your stay more... comfortable.”

She raised an eyebrow, intrigued but not willing to show it. “Comfortable, how?”

Azriel met her gaze, his expression unreadable. “You’ll be moved to the House of Wind. You’ll have freedom within its walls, access to the city, and a chance to prove yourself.”

Y/N considered his offer, her mind racing. The House of Wind was a far cry from this dank cell. It would give her a chance to gather more information, to plan her next move. But she needed to maintain the upper hand.

“Fine,” she said finally, her voice laced with defiance. “I’ll tell you what I know. But I want guarantees.”

Azriel inclined his head slightly. “Name your terms.”

She straightened, her eyes locking onto his. “I want your word that I won’t be harmed. And if I help you, I want a full pardon and safe passage out of the Night Court once this is over.”

He studied her for a moment, then nodded. “You have my word. Now, tell me about the prophecy.”

Y/N sighed, running a hand through her hair. “The prophecy speaks of a great darkness that will spread across Prythian. It mentions a power that can stop it, hidden in the heart of the Night Court. But the details are vague.”

Azriel listened intently, his expression focused. “Go on.”

“There’s a key,” she continued. “A relic that can unlock this power. Without it, the darkness cannot be stopped. The prophecy says the key is hidden in a place of shadows and secrets.”

Azriel’s eyes flickered with recognition. “The Court of Nightmares.”

She nodded. “Precisely. But it’s not just about finding the key. The prophecy also mentions a chosen one who can wield this power. Someone with a connection to the shadows.”

He frowned, his mind racing. “A connection to the shadows...”

Y/N watched him carefully, sensing his unease. “Do you know who it might be?”

Azriel shook his head slowly. “I have some ideas, but nothing concrete. We need to find this key and the chosen one quickly.”

She smirked, her confidence returning. “Looks like you need me more than I need you, then.”

He met her gaze, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “For now. But remember, Y/N, this is a delicate alliance. Betray us, and the consequences will be severe.”

She pushed off the wall, stepping closer to him. “I wouldn’t dream of it. Now, get me out of this cell and into that House of Wind you promised.”

Azriel nodded and turned to leave, gesturing for her to follow. As they walked through the winding corridors of the prison, Y/N couldn’t help but feel a sense of exhilaration. She had struck a bargain with the Night Court’s spymaster, and now she had a chance to prove her worth.

They arrived at the House of Wind, its grandeur and beauty a stark contrast to the prison she had just left. Azriel led her to a comfortable room, complete with a large bed and a view of the city below.

“This will be your room,” he said, his tone still businesslike. “You’ll have freedom within the House and the city, but you’ll be accompanied by guards at all times.”

Y/N nodded, taking in her new surroundings. “Fair enough. Now, let’s get to work.”

Azriel’s gaze softened slightly, and he extended his hand. “Welcome to the Night Court, Y/N.”

She shook his hand, a spark of understanding passing between them. “Thank you, Azriel. Let’s hope this alliance is a fruitful one.”

As they began their work, Y/N couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement. The stakes were high, but she thrived in situations like this. And with Azriel by her side, she knew they had a fighting chance to unravel the prophecy and stop the impending darkness.

In the shadows of the Night Court, an unlikely partnership had been forged. And together, they would face whatever challenges lay ahead.

Y/N settled into the House of Wind with surprising ease. The grandeur of the place was impressive, and the freedom to move around—albeit with guards—was a far cry from the dank cell she had previously occupied. However, the real challenge was about to begin: meeting the rest of the Night Court.

Azriel led her into the grand dining room where Rhysand, Feyre, Cassian, Mor, and Amren were gathered. Their conversations halted as she entered, and six pairs of eyes turned to scrutinize her. Y/N held her head high, meeting their gazes with an unwavering confidence.

“This is Y/N,” Azriel introduced her, his voice even. “She’ll be staying with us for the time being and assisting with some... delicate matters.”

Rhysand stood, his presence commanding. “Welcome, Y/N. I trust Azriel has explained the terms of your stay.”

Y/N’s lips curved into a sly smile. “He has. And I must say, it’s quite the upgrade from my previous accommodations.”

Feyre, standing beside Rhysand, eyed Y/N warily. “We’ll see if you can be trusted,” she said, her tone cool.

Y/N’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “I suppose that’s fair. Trust is earned, after all.”

Cassian’s gaze was hard, his muscles tensed. Mor and Amren looked equally unimpressed. Y/N reveled in their hostility, knowing that it only made her more determined to find a way out of her predicament.

Rhysand gestured to an empty seat beside him. “Join us for dinner, Y/N. We have much to discuss.”

She glided to the chair, her movements graceful and deliberate. “Thank you, Rhysand,” she purred, sitting down and crossing her legs. She made sure her tone was a touch too familiar, a touch too flirty, just to see Feyre’s reaction.

Feyre’s eyes narrowed, but she said nothing, her fingers tightening around her fork.

Throughout the meal, Y/N engaged in light conversation, her charm and wit on full display. She caught Rhysand’s eye several times, her flirtatious remarks growing bolder. “You know, Rhysand, you’re quite different from the stories I’ve heard about the High Lord of the Night Court,” she said, her voice playful.

Rhysand raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. “Oh? And what stories are those?”

Y/N leaned in slightly, her voice lowering. “Stories of a ruthless, cunning ruler. But you seem rather... hospitable.”

Feyre’s jaw tightened, and Y/N could feel the tension in the air. She reveled in it, her eyes flickering to Azriel, who watched her with an unreadable expression.

“And you, Azriel,” Y/N said, turning her attention to him. “You’ve been such a gracious host. I’m almost starting to like it here.”

Azriel’s eyes darkened, and his shadows curled around him protectively. “Don’t get too comfortable,” he replied, his voice a warning.

Y/N’s smile widened. “Oh, I won’t. But I must say, your shadows seem to have taken quite a liking to me.” She reached out, her fingers dancing through the shadows that lingered around her.

The shadows responded, swirling around her hand in a playful manner. Azriel’s jaw clenched, and he looked away, clearly uncomfortable.

Cassian couldn’t hold back any longer. “What exactly do you know about this prophecy?” he demanded, his tone accusatory.

Y/N leaned back in her chair, her eyes gleaming. “All in good time, Cassian. I’m here to help, remember?”

Mor scoffed, her eyes filled with disdain. “You’re here because we need information. Don’t think for a second that we trust you.”

Y/N met her gaze, unflinching. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

After dinner, Rhysand suggested they move to the sitting room to continue their discussions. Y/N followed, still playing with Azriel’s shadows as they moved. The shadows seemed to enjoy her presence, much to Azriel’s dismay.

Once they were seated, Rhysand leaned forward. “We need to understand the specifics of the prophecy and the key. The Court of Nightmares is a dangerous place, and we can’t afford any mistakes.”

Y/N nodded, her expression turning serious. “The prophecy is vague, but it’s clear about one thing: the key is hidden in a place of shadows and secrets. The Court of Nightmares fits that description perfectly.”

“And the chosen one?” Feyre asked, her voice soft but firm.

Y/N glanced at Azriel, a knowing smile on her lips. “The chosen one is someone with a deep connection to the shadows. Someone who can wield them as easily as breathing.”

All eyes turned to Azriel, who stiffened under their scrutiny. “I’ll do whatever it takes to find this key and stop the impending darkness,” he said, his voice resolute.

Y/N’s gaze softened slightly, masking the turmoil inside her. She knew the truth—that she was the chosen one. The prophecy demanded a great sacrifice, one she wasn’t ready to make. She needed time to find another way, to avoid the fate that awaited her.

As the meeting continued, Y/N couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to this prophecy than she had let on. She needed to find a crack in the Night Court’s unity, a way to secure her freedom once and for all.

But for now, she would play along, enjoying the game of cat and mouse she had started. And with every flirtatious remark, every playful touch of Azriel’s shadows, she felt herself inching closer to her goal.

The Night Court members didn’t trust her, and she didn’t care. She had a plan, and she would see it through to the end. Even if it meant breaking a few hearts along the way.

The days turned into weeks, and Y/N found herself growing more accustomed to life in the House of Wind. The Night Court members remained wary of her, and she relished their discomfort. Her interactions with Azriel became a constant dance of tension and curiosity.

One evening, as Y/N was practicing with Azriel’s shadows in the courtyard, Rhysand approached her. His demeanor was relaxed, but Y/N knew better than to let her guard down.

“Enjoying yourself?” Rhysand asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Y/N looked up, her fingers still playing with the shadows. “They seem to like me. Unlike the rest of your court.”

Rhysand chuckled. “You’re not making it easy for them to trust you.”

She shrugged, her expression indifferent. “Trust is earned, remember?”

He studied her for a moment, his eyes piercing. “What are you really after, Y/N? You’re hiding something.”

Her heart skipped a beat, but she kept her face neutral. “I’ve told you everything I know about the prophecy.”

Rhysand’s gaze didn’t waver. “Have you? Or are you keeping something back?”

Y/N felt a chill run down her spine. He was getting too close to the truth. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Rhysand’s expression softened slightly, but his eyes remained sharp. “We need you, Y/N. If there’s something you’re not telling us, it could mean the difference between victory and defeat.”

She met his gaze, her resolve hardening. “I’ve given you everything you need. Now it’s up to you to use it.”

As Rhysand walked away, Y/N felt the weight of her secret pressing down on her. She had to find another way, a way to fulfill the prophecy without sacrificing herself.

Later that night, as she wandered the halls, she encountered Azriel. He was standing by a window, his gaze distant. The moonlight cast a soft glow over his features, highlighting the shadows that seemed to cling to him.

“Can’t sleep?” she asked, approaching him.

Azriel turned to face her, his expression guarded. “Just thinking.”

She leaned against the window frame, her eyes searching his. “About the prophecy?”

He nodded, his eyes darkening. “It’s weighing on all of us. The idea that one of us might have to make a great sacrifice... it’s not easy to accept.”

Y/N’s heart ached at his words. She wanted to tell him the truth, to share the burden she carried. But she couldn’t—she wasn’t ready to face the consequences.

Instead, she reached out, her fingers brushing against his arm. “We’ll find a way, Azriel. Together.”

He looked down at her, his gaze softening. “I hope you’re right.”

As they stood there, the silence between them filled with unspoken words, Y/N felt a flicker of hope. Maybe, just maybe, they could find a way to change the prophecy’s outcome.

But for now, she would continue to play her part, biding her time and searching for a way to save herself—and everyone else.

In the shadows of the Night Court, an unlikely partnership had been forged. And together, they would face whatever challenges lay ahead, even if it meant confronting the darkest truths about themselves.

[sassisleepshigh]

{🧸🎀I'm a nice person🎀🧸}

[tommarvoloriddlesdiary]

Harry was like the dark rain at the end of summer.

He rolled in like storm clouds on the horizon, a bright blue sky that faded slowly, then all at once to a dull dark grey. Harry walked into every room with a shade around him, dimming all the lights until he was the brightest source—a flash in the darkest dark—twisting, jagged just like that scar across his forehead.

Tom knew it the minute he laid his eyes on him, the moment that smell of ozone crept by, wafting and humid, sticking to him like a second skin.

[ratatatastic]

He looks so different with glasses 😂 did not recognize him at first

terribly funny how much more generic he can get with a thick frame of raybans like ive always believed the whole glasses as a disguise would never work irl but i got punked so hard that when i first saw him in glasses i was like "oh another man" glossed over him then felt the same sensation as when i forget to buy milk at the store, swiped back, scrutinised this for far longer than im comfortable admitting publicly and went "oh my god THATS MY MAN GIRL WHAT ARE YOU DOING"

[myloveoffandoms]

Female Characters that make me question my sexuality: P1

Katherine Pierce

Tori Vega and Jade West

Buffy Summers

Izzy Lightwood

Rikki Chadwick

Faye Chamberline

Clarke Griffin and Octavia Blake

Dorcas and Prudence

Allie Pressman

Rue Bennett and Maddy Perez

[goodnightnobodyspecial]

Oregon. 35mm. Romantic lovely sunny beautiful divine blessed. Mud in my toes. Cold currents. Boy family.

@gabriellenarcisse