#thanks for the ask dear nonnie!

[hunting-songs]

monster: Is your OC monstrous in any way? Is there something that makes them monstrous? Are they aware of their own monstrosity? Do they accept it or reject it?

oc asks: not-so-nice edition! With knowing that the only reason she survived listening to the Sonata of Darkness was for her to continue spreading the curse further by eventually beeing nolonger able to resist the temptation of playing the song she had learned by ear, Senritsu had very early on accepted that she will probably die if she manages to destroy the Sonata. She only lives as a extended form of torture, so if she ould break out of it she wouldprobably die just like Ask did. And if that does not happen, she thinks that she woud die before reaching that goal by the cursemarks eating her heart. However, there is another possibility for her story that Senritsu does not want to think about. What if she would not just die when the cursemarks reach her heart? What if she would turn into something like the plants or animals she had seen around the areas the Sonata had been played- mad and dangerouse? What if the cursemarks would reach her heart and than just continue growing? What if, when the scars had eaten enough of her, she would not be herself anymore? What if she would be nolonger human anymore? Senritsu feels nolonger like the person she used to be, the least when she looks into a mirror. But she does feel like a human, so the idea of turning into something else, into something mindless, scares her deeply.

[werspinna]

Does wolf have any kinks? What are some of her turn ons?

Wolf is obviously not someone without kinks, but she also has not the words to properly describe what she likes and what she does not like. She likes to be a switch, even if she very much avoids beeing dominant because she is terrified of holding too hard to a partner and hurt them. She also is a little into Voyeurism in the manner that she like to watch her partner touch themselfs or tell her about their sexual stories, although the latter is probably only part of her dirty humor. In this manner she also enjoys a very good tease, especially if they are done in public and only noticeable for her. Some coy questions and witty hints in a normal conversation that would only be picked up by her, humorous innuendos, whispered plans of what one wnats to do with her when they are alone. Wolf does not like to be touched without her consent (especially when she is grabbed more roughly without former warning) so she is very focused on what she can see her partner doing and what they are using their words for. For the things she does not like: She is easily made uncomfortable and not attracted to very big, muscular, angry and commanding men for the obvious reason that that description fits Leo and Wolf does not like to be remainded of the person that had been her slaveowner for years. In fact its this kind of person she will actively go against like in an instinct. Be openly brutal, loud or easily irritated and you will notonly make Wolf get stubborn and snarky but very easily might end up with a dane-axe by your throat now that Wolf knows that she is very likely stronger than anyone around her and has the chance to protect people in which palce she had been once. There are reasons beside her upbringing and social Community (free republic tadingcity that is Pisa, living in a convent as a tightly knitted community with no social difference beside the Mother superior that had been voted into the position by the community, grown up in Cologne as a tradingknot wit a flourishing middleclass) why she does not like getting commanded around and beeing remainded of Leo is one of them. Its also easily noticeable about her, because the people presenting as masculine she is usually dating are either rather shy, openly nurturing and gentle, or witty and sly but not commanding, or pysically short. For the same reason you would be able to make her swing out of a window halfnaked if one would ever ask her to take part in bondage. She got her old chains molten and casted into a spider-shaped brooch by your friendly nieghbourhood toolsmith and occiaonally jeweller Hinze who has a strangely unending source of metal, silver and gold -*coughs*- , and she is not going back there in any form, even if it is for pleasure.

[irrfahrer]

Are you aware that your pup (Kestis) is currently dating a Sith?

Make a assumption about my muse and see how they react! Anything goes!

The Tynnans fluffy ears perked up by the others words like the ears of a alerted animal: "I am kind of amazed and find it kriffing hilarious that you have to narrow down 'my pup' by telling that its kriffing Cal. Listen, I might be a low hanging fruit and totally love to kriff around as much as I can, but in contrast to that my familal relationships are not that kriffing wide spread that I do not know who you would mean when you call someon 'My pup'. Last time I checked there is only the kriffing redhead, because anyone else- can you kriffing imaigine- was murdered by a kriffing facist empire."

"Aaaaand back to your kriffing question and the newest source of my kriffing migraine- no, I was not kriffing aware. I might call the cub my little brother, but he is also a twenthy-something-humanoid who has his own life and if he is not willing to tell me something, I will accept that, because he has a kriffing right to privacy and his own little secrets as much as I do." Ziv spoke the last words with a mature little sigh that could have been the last breath of an actor finishing a dramatic monologue.

Then she promptly turned around, her pelt bristled like from electricity, her teeth bared as if she was a carnivore ready to forget snarling and starting to bite, her voice turning more and more louder with every word: "-However, NOW I know so I will get him and put him on bad-pup-weeding-punhisment,for kriffs sake! A KRIFFING SITH; CUB! -DO YOU WANT TO DIE TO KRIFFING BAD?!"

[endlesslyanya]

Fuck your depression, you're so obviously stronger than it and I'm proud of you. You deserve everything you want in life and don't listen if depression tells you otherwise. Thank you for being such a bright spot on this site and in this dark world.

nonny this is so beautiful you're gonna make me cry, thank you 🥹🥹🥹

i haven't felt like myself for so long now and i was just sinking into a black hole but today there was something about the sun breaking through the clouds that just shook me

it is worth being here, it is worth staying and there is beauty to behold and many beautiful things yet to experience - you're allowed to take up space and fuck anything and anyone that says otherwise

depression is a horrible lying thing and now i'm turning the tables and making it my bitch

[the-nation-of-today]

i feel like i contributed to something when i listened to w&d all the way through the other night. after not having listened to it in months. it has to mean something

YOU

[doumadono]

I read that you're going through a rough time and I just wanted to send a virtual hug for you!❤️🫂 I don't know you but you seem like a really kind and caring person and you writing emergency stories to people is really amazing thing to do, it helps many!💖 I wish you all good and hope things gets better, you're amazing!���

Oh, your message just brightened my day! 🌟💕 Thank you so much for the virtual hug and the incredibly kind words. It truly means a lot. Your warmth and encouragement have added a ray of sunshine to my rough days. Sending heaps of gratitude and virtual hugs right back to you! 🤗💖

[fxreflyes]

season of the witch by lana del rey

OH SPOOKY VIBES I LOVE THANK YOU!! WITCH VIBES R BEST VIBES. This song is such a mood I adore it (also Lana my love) 🫶🏻🥰

anon a song that reminds you of my blog :)

[thetarttfuldickhead]

Gotta agree to both, Jamie is most definitely the brattiest of bratty subs who enjoys seeing how riled up he can get Roy, but I think he also really craves the validation and positive reinforcement too. He enjoys having Roy tie him up, spank him, humiliate him, push him to the brink over and over, wrap his hands around his throat and squeeze, because part of him enjoys it, part of him feels he deserves it, but the main part of him knows that Roy would never, ever, actually hurt him for real. And he enjoys it too because he knows afterwards, when they're both lying there spent and exhausted, his skin reddened, his wrists chafed, his lips swollen, his arse aching- Jamie knows that Roy is going to pull him to rest on his chest, one hand gently running through his hair, and call him his good boy and that hes proud of him

Greetings to you this fine evening, horny nonny! Sorry this took me so long to get back to!

Jamie absolutely craves the validation and reinforcement too! He canonically responds well to that! Aftercare is always an important part of any BDSM scene, and more so for Jamie than for most, I’d argue. That boy is just extremely ready to be held and loved and cared for – aaaand he is a little bit of a diva, so being pampered and told how amazing he is will hit the sweet spot every time.

I’m extremely fond of the fic “Pomegranate” by amothandalight over at AO3, because for me that just catches the essence of both bratty Jamie and a Jamie who just melts into being cared for. There’s also some excellent spanking there, if that’s your thing. (It was posted back in 2021, however, and I think that with Jamie’s development in season 3, things would probably look a little different now.)

As an aside, it’s funny to me that in my last fandom I absolutely hated my favourite character being called “good boy” in scenes because that never, ever read right to me – but for Jamie… well, I still don’t love it, ‘cause it’s a little bit of a squick for me, but there’s no denying that it feels really, really right. Jamie would be hugely into that, and I’m all about him getting what he wants.

(For the record, I don’t personally ascribe to the notion of Jamie being into rough stuff because he thinks he deserves the pain, but kinktomato. Whatever gets you going, nonny!)

[oculusxcaro]

Which rogue are you most afraid of meeting?

"All of them?" Khare replied, eyes darting back and forth apprehensively as though one might be listening in their conversation that very second. Who wouldn't be afraid of these people? Sure, she hadn't crossed paths with any just yet but there were a number of these criminals she'd heard the most horrible stories about, on the news and from word of mouth from the police who liked breakfast at the diner early in the morning. "I mean, these... rogues, they're all very different people, right? It's like you're asking which method of execution I'd prefer when I'm happier staying alive." And what creative methods of execution at that! Khare still had shivers at the first story she'd heard about the Joker and Harley Quinn, how their 'Joker Venom' killed a bunch of policemen and civilians who'd died laughing with the most twisted smiles on their faces. The Riddler was famous for ingenius traps and putting his victims through twisted 'games', asking them riddles where the wrong answer resulted in a gruesome death. Killer Croc lurked in the sewers, devouring any who crossed his path. Professor Pyg liked abducting people. He turned them into Dollotrons, mindless puppets who obeyed him and the Mad Hatter! He thought he was from the book Alice in Wonderland, kidnapping blonde women in his pursuit to find the titular character. Well, maybe she didn't have to be afraid of the Mad Hatter? She was brunette after all, not blonde like Cindy who'd actually gotten caught by him. The topic was afraid however, and there was one name who fit that definition. The Scarecrow. Pauli couldn't even hear the rogue's name without trembling, the man still affected from the rogue's Fear Gas which had devastated the Grand Avenue months ago and affecting people to this very day. "I guess I'd be afraid of the Scarecrow? I mean, who wouldn't be scared when targeted by the Master of Fear?"

[messenger-of-stupidity]

I’m dying my other coworker sent homemade chicken soup to my house with a note that said If you don’t like it I don’t want to know 😂😂

Your coworkers sound awesome wtf. I hope the chicken soup helps lmfaooo

[happi-tree]

lets say, i, in hypothetical theory. were to get the idea of getting in contact with you, after i, was inspired to by your post. where would one such as myself get in contact with you on ? tumblr, mayhaps ? discord, perhaps ? or maybe twitter, perchance ? the last one was a calculated joke. i do not have twitter and hopefully you dont either.

Hi, there, Nonnie! Hope you're doing well and I'm glad I could inspire you (hypothetically! in theory! ofc) 🥰🥰🥰 I use both Tumblr and Discord to chat with people (not Twitter - never had one and never will <3), and while I'm a bit more partial to Discord's interface for chatting purposes, it's really whatever you feel comfortable with! Feel free to send me a dm on here and I can give you my Discord user if that's what you prefer (don't wanna put my Discord user on this ask for privacy reasons 😅) or we can keep talking on here in dms and such! :DDD

[hunting-songs]

🎼 - What is your muse's comfort song?

Asking Senritsu to play favorites with music is like putting a gun to her chest and pulling the trigger. She has no favorite song, however there are certaine songs that are definitive connected to for her very important melodies:

"Für Elise" was the song with which Ask had teached her to read musicnotes as until she had started to study at the musicconsortium Senritsu had strictly learned every song by ear with her naturally keen hearing and talent for music. She was able (and still is) to play every melody perfectly she had heard once (which, considering she had listened to the Sonata of Darkness, is a problem and curse in itself). Due to her dyslexia and the with it connected anxiety Senritsu had very early gave up on the online-seminars of the school-colloquim she had to learn so she therefor never learned reading musicnotes and what their place on the lines meant. Ask was the first person who actively sat down with her and they would use "Für Elise" to learn the musicnotes, first with the easily played first apart of the musicpiece and than with the second part that famously turns suddenly madly hard to play. It is the reason why Ask and Senritsu shared a tattoo (she on her left forearm and Ask on his right forearm) which consisted of the first page of "Für Elise" tattooes wrapping around their forearms. Hours upon hours, upon hours they would repeat the song, write the notes, read the notes until Senritsu had learned every tune of the song and how it was connected to the written down musicnote by heart. It is not the right way to learn to read as she simply learned by heart the tunes and frequences but from this she was able to translate what she could read of that musicpiece unto other musicpieces.

Naturally their friendship- tattoo had been eaten up by the cursemarks. Yet nowdays Senritsu would always play Für Elise when she is asked to play a song on the piano, even if the song feels heavy for her.

[werspinna]

15. how does your muse feel about valentine's day?

Romance & Relationship Headcanons!

Wolf has no concept of modern Valentines- day and the only meaning this day has for her is that children baptised on this day would be named a version of Valentinus or Valentina, just as Wolf had been named Wolfgund after Wolfgang of Regensburg for she was baptised on the 31th octobre. She would be pretty confused over a holiday so commercial about Love since in her mind Love is something that should be shared between the people involved with eachother and not used to sell sweets. If a Lover wants to give her flowers they better do so at any day they feel like it and not only on that day on february.

However,Wolf is a medicus who grew up christian and who, among other people of different confessions, treats christians so she did learned her craft and the usage of Saints as a methode of healing. Valntin of Terni was a saint called to when the patient was suffering from epilepsy or seizure disorders. Accordingly when she is making salves and baths with mugwort to keep the patients relaxed and calmed and sooth their sympthomes, she adds a paperstamp with Saint Valentin of Teri to the bath / tea /salve , because he is the saint that should be called upon by such sicknesses. Mugwort is the herb that keeps the patient calm and reduces with that the stress that would make the seizures flare up more violently and the picture of Valentin of Terin is what keeps the christian patients mind calm.

[stormhearty]

OI!!! I'M SO, SO HAPPY I COULD GET THE POT OF GOLD AT THE END OF THE RAINBOW!!!💖💖🥺🤧

Well, well. I've read "thank you, next" before and I was so anxious that I couldn't even read it properly because I was so happy that you'd written down my idea. Well, I want to start by saying that I wanted to react to it much earlier, but I was going through a bit of a dull moment that, although I loved it in my heart, the words could have said more melancholy than happy. So I waited until now to write to you the way you deserve💖

"And as I write this, I don't know if it's as angsty as it should be" I think it had just the right amount of angst, because if it was the way I asked (full of angst), it wouldn't have all the "glow" and light feeling that I didn't know I wanted in the story. You were wonderful

I feel silly reading it and discovering that what you wrote was better than I imagined. I didn't imagine the bullying, Lillianne pretending everything and Azriel believing in someone who isn't his girlfriend just because of his hero complex, as Mor himself said: "All she wanted was to get inside Azriel's fucking hero complex and it worked". Az, you don't need to be a hero, you need terapia🙅🏻‍♀️. As I was saying, I didn't expect all this and as I read on, my only reaction was to have my eyes light up like a child who has received a present beyond their expectations and I loved it so much.

"You've always been his girl." he's such an idiot, my God! I don't have words to express how much this boy has put me off with this after everything he's done to the reader!!! "he made me act on those actions - although that action seemed more possessive than an act of romance." yes, exactly, like a child who, when he gets a new toy, discards the one he's had for years, but is filled with jealousy when he sees that little toy being valued by another child AAAAAAAAAAH! i need a tranquilizer!!! That summed up everything I felt about him and there's nothing more to say. How dare he want to interfere in the moment when Eris and (Y/N) are together? How could he think she was being petty? It's so absurd that he showed up to talk to her only after the rumors had been denied and he deserved to be in that place watching her leave with someone who really valued her.

And Eris😍🤩🗣 is so absurd not to exist 😩☝️ "When Eris was looking at you as if you were the whole world at her fingertips" then I said: you've already won so much, you've already won so much.

He was so charming and wow, there were times when I couldn't stop sighing. I have no words to describe it😩😩

The reader recovering was my reason for looking at the wall and smiling.

Again, thank you very, very much for the story I requested. Mother in heaven! Thank you, I loved the transition of the povs and that it wasn't just the reader's pov. It was amazing to read your story🛐 thank you again

OH, MY DEAR NONNIE! I'M SO GLAD YOU ENJOYED IT!

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SUCH A WONDERFUL REQUEST IN THE FIRST PLACE! AS I SAID I LOVED THE IDEA OF ANYTHING MODERN WITH ACOTAR! Even though, like I said in my notes, it was so hard to do your request since it was so specific, I really wanted to do it justice!

I thank you so much for your wonderful feedback on the story! I am so glad that you liked the different aspects of it, the POVs (yes, we had to have different POVs, it wouldn't be a ©stormhearty fic without multipe POVs, am I right? 😂😂😂) And I'm glad it had enough angst for you. I was racking my gosh darn mind while writing it wondering if it was enough angst to your liking.

And yes, you are absolutely correct. Az is an idiot. He threw away something so wonderful (aka the reader) and got something worse (aka Lilianne) LMAO.

I loved Eris, like you said WHY CAN'T THIS MAN EXIST?? 🗣🗣🗣 I need a man like Eris in my life.

And I'm glad I was able to make you smile near the end. Reader needs the happiness she needs after the fiasco with Az and Lilianne.

You're absolutely welcome! Like I said, I am so glad you requested this plot and I am so glad you enjoyed it! I was not even expecting such a wonderful review of it!!

🥰🥰 Much love from my end to you! Please continue to support and request more!

[irrfahrer]

💋💋💋

For each 💋 ill write a nsfw headcanon about my muse!

💋Bluntly speaking- Ziv has a massive Size-Kink. Pun intended, because it is not as massive as one might think for one should not forget that Ziv is on the glorious height of 120cm with with 38kilo on good months, so for her 99% or the Galaxy are already serving that kink by just beeing very much normal and the way they are. Which does not change the fact that she might occaisonally drop the fact that she, indeed, had had bed affairs with members of very large species (Namedropping the Wookie Malaarrii) just to mess with people, because that is her personality and way of figuring people out.

💋 Ziv has a inclination to fool around with a partner in water: Showers, baths, ocean, rivers, Hot Springs, outside when its raining. Its just the places where she feels the most comfortable and the most save since after all, she is a aquatic Mammal. There is after all something when one is hooking up with a aquatic alien who can hold her breath for 30 minutes. Out of mercy for her partner, those palces are at least with warm water (unless its in the rain) because she would actually feel the best in cooler water, considering how well isolated and prone to overheating she is. Her partners 90% of the time do not prefer coolness, so a hot bath it is for them.

💋 On the note of Ziv messing with people whenever she could: When she is having Bed -affairs or in generally is not that close emotionally with the person she hooks up with, the Tynnan tends to be very enthusiastic with preforming Cunnilingus | Fellatio , because she is just that kind of asshole to present her very sharp, back turned Wolverine- teeth to her partner before going down on them. Which is of course never a threat and she would never hurt her partner in any way but she likes to startle them. That enthusiasmus changes when she is with a person she is actually emotional involved with, because she really does not want to scare them and overthinks her actions much more.

[lydiimae]

Gentle

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x fem!reader

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, panic attack, fluff hehe, Anthony being the sweet husband ik he is

A.N: Hello my loves and hello dearest anon ^-^/! This one is a bit on the shorter side (2.5k words) but I had a lot of fun writing this and I hope I gave you what you wanted Nonnie. I imagine Anthony (I'M SO EXCITED TO SEE SEASON 3 MARRIED ANT AND KATE) as a protective and loving husband, who is also extremely gentle when he wants to be. Also, Infatuation pt two is in the works, for those that are eager (thank you btw <3 T-T) it should be out by next week at the latest. P.S I am planning on uploading at least twice a week hehe! Enjoy my dears! <3

Req found here <3

Marrying a Viscount was always going to be stressful, it came with responsibility. As well as a certain necessity to be perfect, at least that is the thought that nagged you. It was only a matter of time before the stress of being Anthony Bridgerton's wife caught up to you.

You had honeymooned in Edinburgh and Bath, all of the usual quiet places. He wished to make it just that, quiet and peaceful as both of you knew that would be one of the only times you would live in that blissful silence. Without worry of gossip, or rumors, or responsibilities.

Anthony also knew that you had a tendency to be anxious. Whether it be a result of how many people were present at a ball, or the rumors that tended to linger in your mind even after they slowly washed away from others. He wanted to show you the sights, and the gorgeous nature that was present in both of the cities that he had selected.

He also wished to show you the city of Bath. Take you to one of the large Roman baths, parade you around town, and wander the hills for hours on end. All lovely things that had taken your mind away from the lingering anxieties of being the new Viscountess.

It had worked marvelously, you had been the happiest he had seen you ever since you had met. You were completely in your element, especially when you were outside. It was a very loving, and freeing six months away.

Your leg jiggles as you fiddle with your gloves, looking out the window of the carriage as it rolls down the road to Aubery Hall. As soon as you had gotten back to England, your anxieties flooded back into your mind. You were already dreading what was going to happen. You and Anthony were already planning to attend a ball tomorrow, the first one of your marriage.

You hated it, you knew that people would talk, the women would glare and whisper, perhaps even confront you. You did not want to deal with it. You wished to be back in Bath, having a picnic with your husband, far away from the gossip.

You feel a hand on your knee and turn. "You have been antsy for four whole hours, my love. What is it?" He asks, moving his hand to yours and giving it a squeeze. You chew on your bottom lip and settle for resting your head on his shoulder. "I am only nervous for the ball tomorrow." You whisper.

"The ball, or the people?" He returns, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before tilting your chin up so he can look at you. You frown slightly and he gives a comforting grin. "They will talk, you know that, but none of it will matter. It is just that, talk." He murmurs before pressing a quick kiss to your lips.

"But what if... you leave and then I am alone and one of them tries to-" You begin, but he cuts you off swiftly with another kiss. A longer one, but still as sweet as before. You sigh and rest your forehead against his. "You are so much more capable than you know, Y/N. You are the perfect Viscountess and the perfect Bridgerton. None of them shall ever be able to take either of those two things away from you." He whispers.

You smile as your cheeks heat up from his speech. "You are mine, mine to protect and mine to love. I take that duty very seriously." He finishes, cupping your cheek. You lean into his touch and smile. "I love you." You whisper back and he grins. "And I love you." He returns.

Tomorrow comes all too quick, and soon you are in the large closet in your master bedroom, your maids pulling on the strings of your corset to get it to your liking. Anthony, however, waits downstairs in his study already dressed up fully for the occasion.

You had promised to try and be quick, and he knows you tried to keep that promise. He also knew that you wanted to look perfect, so he did not mind being a bit late to the ball. He wished for you to be as comfortable as you could be. After about thirty minutes of waiting, he had sent his family ahead, promising to meet them there.

He would be lying if tonight was a relaxed night for him. He was a ball of nerves, but he knew how to hide them well. He was not nervous for him, no, he was nervous for you.

He knew that you were perfect, and all of the much older and married members of the ton did as well. It was the cruel debutantes he worried about. He knew that many of them would be bitter, even if they were not interested in him. It was many women's third or fourth social season, many women would take that out on any kind soul they could find, and you were the kindest.

He downs his glass of scotch and adjusts his cravat before standing up and going to the bottom of the staircase. He wanted to see you now, and he would not wait another second. Just as he is about to call out, you appear at the top of the steps, dressed in the infamous Bridgerton blues.

The gown is a gorgeous navy blue, and you have paired it with long, white, silk gloves. Your hair is pulled back in his favorite way, an elegant pin holding it up in an elaborate bun. To tie it all together, you are wearing the diamond necklace and earrings he bought you in Edinburgh. So simple, yet so incredibly beautiful. So you.

You smile at him as you walk down the stairs and he just about dies right there. "My God, you look ethereal." He whispers as he offers you his arm. You gladly take it and he grins, pressing a kiss to your forehead before leading you to the carriage.

The driver opens the door of the carriage once the two of you arrive at Lady Danbury's grand estate. You look out at the many other women and men filing out of their carriages and feel a familiar sense of dread, causing you to gnaw on the skin on the inside of your cheek.

"Darling?" He asks after a moment and you look up, your cheeks flushing in embarrassment once you realize he has probably been holding his hand out for you for some time. "Sorry." You mumble, before taking his hand and allowing him to pull you to your feet and help you out of the carriage.

The two of you walk hand in hand into the ballroom, which is bustling with activity. However, when the Viscount and his new bride enter, all of the chattering halts. The eery silence makes you wrap your arms around one of his, the sense of dread looming over your head only getting more intense.

He notices and moves down, kissing you softly on the lips. Part of it is for show, of course, but part of it is also because he knows that it will calm your nerves down to a point where you can manage them. He just knows, always.

He pulls away. "Come on, we are going to make this boring night a good one, hm?" He murmurs. You smile gently and nod, walking deeper into the ball. You hear the whispers, the cruel words from the other women, but choose to ignore them for now.

The two of you arrive at the space on the floor where his family stands. He lets go of your arm with a kiss on your cheek and enters a conversation with Colin. You walk to Eloise, of course, and begin to speak to her about your newest literary obsession.

Anthony eventually finds himself surrounded by his friends, leaving you and Eloise to your own devices. "It is quite an interesting story, I am surprised I only found just found it." You hum as she grins. She had recommended the book Frankenstein after you had said you wished to read more of the classics. "I am surprised as well, you always struck me as a horror type of woman." She teases, bumping your shoulder. You laugh lightly as she does.

"Well, now I know that I am only to come to you for book recommendations as my husband is quite lacking in that department." You return, your eyes filled with playful affection. "Well, I could have told you that, Y/N. My brother, it seems, only likes books in the historical genre." She sighs and looks at her glass of lemonade. "I shall be right back, I am going to get more lemonade." She says and is off before you can protest.

You frown and look around for someone else to talk to, to hide behind really, as you wait. Before you can you are approached by none other than Cressida Cowper, an absolute addict to gossip. "Y/N L/N, I am surprised to see you alone. Has he grown bored of you already?" She says, tilting her head.

You wince and sigh. You knew it was coming, Cressida always had a knack for finding you when you were alone and vulnerable. Often times her insults insist on picking on your nervous demeanor, or even your kindness. The use of your maiden name, however, stung uniquely. A sign that she thought your marriage insignificant, and who knows how many others did. You can feel your breathing pick up already.

"Cressida. It is lovely to see you." You say softly, turning to face her head on. She rolls her eyes at your blatant disregard for her question. "Indeed. It is always a pleasure seeing how... dull you look. I am surprised the Viscount has not already taken a mistress, I mean, he would do well to." She sneers. "I-" You begin but she cuts you off.

"You know I am right. You are dull, Y/N. You always have been. It was a miracle you got as much attention as you did when you debuted and an even bigger miracle that you got married to Anthony. He will grow bored of you, just as everyone has." She scoffs before sauntering off to her next target.

You feel the heat of tears in your eyes and the familiar feeling of tightening in your chest. You know Cressida can be cruel, but what if she got those words from another? What if she was right? Perhaps Anthony will grow bored, perhaps he already has. The thoughts have you going into a spiral, your breathing picking up until you realize you cannot breathe anymore.

Eloise, upon noticing that Cressida had made her way over to you, rushes back. "Oh God, that woman is nothing but a jealous old spinster, Y/N." She whispers, putting her glass down and reaching out before she realizes that you are already too far gone. She takes your hand and begins to walk in search of her brother, "Hold on, Y/N. He has to be near. It will be alright." She says softly, though it does nothing to stop the state of panic you are already in.

She finds him about two minutes later, and you are already in tears. She drags you to him and spins him around. "Cressida." She whispers before leaving the two of you together. He immediately wraps his arms around you and leads you out of the ballroom to one of the balconies, whispering sweet nothings into your ear the entire way.

"Alright. Look at me, my love." He murmurs once you are outside, grabbing your hands in his and pressing them to his chest so you can feel his heartbeat. "Ready?" He whispers when your tear-filled eyes meet his and you nod.

"Alright, in..." He breathes in and you do the same, your breathing stuttering as you try your best to follow. "And out..." He whispers, exhaling with you. The two of you have gone through this many times. He had helped you when you were courting, when you were engaged, and he will help you until the end of time.

After a few moments of him guiding you, your breathing calms and you wrap your arms around his neck, pressing your face into the fabric of his cravat. "What did she say, darling?" He murmurs, rubbing your back gently.

You hesitate, and he senses your apprehension. "I will not get angry with you over words that such an insignificant woman spoke, I will not cause a scene. I promise. I only wish to know before I take you back home, hm?" He whispers, gently cupping your cheeks so he can look at you.

You wait for a moment before taking a deep breath and nodding. "She said that you would grow tired of me, just like everyone else. That you would take a mistress. She said I was dull." You whisper back, your grip on his shirt tightening.

His face darkens for a moment before he pulls you back into his embrace. "She knows nothing, my love. If you were dull, I would not want to spend every waking moment of my life with you. I would not have married you if you were not perfect for me in every single way." He whispers, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

"But I... I do this so often. I get so... so anxious. I am hardly a Viscounte-" You start but he cuts you off. "You are the perfect Viscountess. Y/N," He begins, pulling back a bit so he can look at you. "I do not say that lightly. I know that it has only been a short six months since we were wed, but I am more secure in my belief that you will be the perfect Viscountess. The perfect mother, the perfect head of my house. You are the perfect woman for me and for my family. Do not doubt that ever. Especially over some silly statement a foolish, sad woman made." He says, caressing your cheeks.

Your eyes burn at his speech, and your heart flutters. You lean in and press a lingering kiss to his lips before pulling away. "I love you so very much, Anthony." You whisper.

He grins, and you swear you see the faintest of pinks spread over his cheeks. "And I love you, Viscountess Bridgerton." He whispers, pressing another kiss to your lips. "Let us go home. Lady Danbury will not miss our company I'm sure." He hums as he parts, making you nod in response.

That is just what the two of you do. After saying goodbye to his family, and to Lady Danbury, the two of you make your way to the carriage.

The rest of the night is spent in bed, speaking of the future, whispering love confessions in each other's ears, and loads of kisses. Who knew that a man who seems so brutish could be so gentle just for you?