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I’ve been writing the sequel to this fic on and off for months. Your enthusiasm for this fic may well spur me on to pick it up again this week if I can. I’m so pleased you enjoyed this. Thank you for reblogging 😁🧡🧡

Bella Notte

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader

Summary: A moonlight lake swim with Benedict

Warnings: 18+ smut, minors DNI, innocence/corruption kink, first-time kissing, breast fondling, fingering, penis touching (i.e. first second and third base activities lol), romantic I guess?

Word Count: 2.9k

Authors Note: this is a very overdue fic request for my dear Emmy @iboopedyournose that she sent over DM many months ago. (Request: romantic moonlight swim with Benedict that leads to something steamy 😉😋). I don't know if there's enough romance here. I hope so. Also I’m sorry, I just wrote this now; I'm a bad friend. I hope you enjoy <3 (PS I almost subtitled this Innocence: underwater edition)

It’s after midnight when you and Benedict secretly steal down to the water's edge at Aubrey Hall. This is your first time unchaperoned with your intended; even just meeting him in the dead of night in the hallway seemed thrilling. But when he suggests you go to the lake, your whole body shivers at the prospect—not only for the clandestine time alone but also for the chance to dip a toe into the cool water, such a tempting prospect after an unrelentingly stifling hot July day. 

The setting is stunning, the trees surrounding you a beautiful silhouette under a blanket of stars, the milky white waxing moon reflecting upon the mirror-smooth surface of the lake.

Benedict squeezes your hand and catches your eye.

“Shall we?” his buttery voice is such an alluring temptation you can’t resist.

“We shouldn’t…,” you demure.

“That, my dear fiancee, is not exactly a no,” he murmurs, releasing your hand to strip off his shirt, revealing a toned chest that makes you bite your cheek.

“You first,” you whisper, a light breeze ruffling the strands of hair around your face as you watch him raise an eyebrow and reach for the buttons on his britches.

“If you wish to remain innocent, avert your eyes,” he suggests playfully.

You inhale sharply and spin around to face the house, your cheeks aflame, but your eyes cut to the side, half hoping to catch a furtive glimpse of your husband-to-be’s naked body. You hear the rustle of clothing being shed and then the splash of water as he seems to throw himself in bodily. The moan he makes as he surfaces does things to your insides that you don't fully understand, steadfastly still facing away.

“You may turn around now,” he calls, bemused, “I am concealed by the water.”

You slowly spin around to see him standing upright and almost choke. The waterline hugs low on his hips. So dangerously low there is dark thatch of hair peaking above the surface. And above it, acres of toned, muscular, very male torso painted with water droplets. You know you are staring—you know you are probably slack-jawed. Your gaze eventually reaches his face, and it's sin personified. He knows exactly what he is doing to you, teasing you, his hair slicked back against his head, emphasising the handsome lines of his face.

“Are you coming in too, or is this merely a spectator’s sport for you?” he intones, that lopsided grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“You are so troublesome, Mr Bridgerton,” you murmur, trying to school your expression, but you just end up biting your lip, very much wishing for a fan as you feel your face heating.

“I promise nothing untoward,” he offers chivalrously, holding out a hand to beckon you in, “unless you want it,” the dusky addition makes your stomach flip.

He turns around and shoots you a sultry look over his shoulder before jumping up and diving back down into the water in a perfect fluid motion…. Giving you an eyeful of a very pert, very shapely, naked bottom as he does so.

“Dear god…” you exhale, looking skyward, knowing this will test your willpower, but somehow still drawn inexorably towards the water. After all, it has been such a HOT day; this will cool your body like nothing else.

As he swims away, you strip off your light silk robe to your white cotton nightgown and place a foot into the water.

The rocks under your toes are cool, smooth and slightly mossy. It feels heavenly. And so you wade in, the ground falling away fast, and by the time you are four paces from the edge, the water tickles against the apex of your thighs, and you sigh. The cold tamping, the fiery heat you feel there, mainly due to the man making his way back to you in a leisurely breaststroke, a smile on his face.

“So glad you decided to join me,” he lilts. “It's so refreshing, is it not?”

“Yes,” you sigh, moving deeper so the water is up around your waist, your nightdress starting to float up and away from your body. “Such a balm,” you add.

He hums in agreement and tips his head back, looking up at the moon.

“The moon shines bright. In such a night as this. When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees, and they did make no noise, in such a night.” his delivery wistful.

“Shakespeare,” you breathe, your heart speeding up at the lyrical words he speaks from memory.

“Indeed,” he looks over at you, his eyes soft. “I enjoy nothing more than the truths he reveals so poetically. How he talks of beauty, nature, all the range of human emotions, and love,” he expands, moving closer, little waves of water buffering against your breast as he wades shallower and you deeper, drawn inescapably to him. 

He takes your hand from the surface and bends down slightly to kiss the back of it, his warm lips grazing your knuckles a contrast to the cool water dripping from your fingertips. Your breath catches in your throat at this simple move. You want to say something in response, but somehow all of your vocabulary seems inadequate, and you feel quite tongue-tied. 

“Come, swim with me,” he prompts softly, pulling you into the deeper water, and you let your feet float up from the ground. 

Your nightgown pooling in diaphanous layers around you, the cool water seeping into every crevice of your body, making you feel calm and soothed for the first time since this insatiable heatwave began. You start to move in a leisurely stroke keeping up with Benedict as he glances over and smiles at you encouragingly.

The moon, the sound of water moving gently over your limbs, the rustle of the trees and the trace of scent wafting from the nearby rose garden all make for a wonderous moment, and you roll onto your back, staring at the stars.

“Thank you for this,” you say quietly as you both slow, nearing the middle of the lake. 

“It is my pleasure,” he assures.

“It is very romantic,” you murmur, knowing your cheeks blush at your words. “The setting, I mean,” you quickly amend for some reason, somehow reticent to express romantic feelings.

“Not just the setting has to be romantic,” he offers, his voice low as he moves closer again.

You have to put your feet back onto the stony bottom to not feel unmoored by the tone and the sultry look in his eyes. The water is up to your neck almost.

“Benedict,” his name a sigh from your lips, even though you are unsure why you say it. A reflex, a call to him, a warning, even you do not know. All you feel is the heart beating wildly against your ribcage as he crowds into you.

“Y/n,” he purrs, and even in the water, you feel suddenly flushed. “Im going to kiss you,” he whispers, almost a warning, giving you a chance to move away.

Instead, you hold his molten gaze, equally excited and nervous about the prospect. Apart from a few chaste hand kisses, you have done nothing more in all your years on this earth.

“Okay…” you exhale shakily.

And then there is a large hand cupping your whole face, tilting you up to look at him. This close, he is so handsome, all cheekbones and strong jaw. You just freeze like a rabbit in the crosshairs. There is a warm gust of air over your nose as he breathes out, and then soft lips damp land on yours. 

Something fires in your chest like a gun, and your eyelids flutter shut. Then he is pressing harder, more insistent, moving his lips against yours. Unsure of what else to do or how to catalogue what is happening, you try to mirror his movements, pushing back with your closed lips up onto your tiptoes—a noise from deep within his body thrills every inch of your being. Arms band tight around your body, you are pulled against a solid warm chest, and your whole world explodes into fireworks behind your closed eyes. You can't help the gasp over his mouth, and his responding deep chuckle vibrates your entire being.

“Darling, I haven't even kissed you properly yet,” his tone dripping with bemusement as he speaks against your lips.

“What do you mean?” you stutter, trying to adjust to being in his strong embrace.

“Do you know what a true kiss feels like?” his question is so dark and smooth it hypnotises you.

“No,” you answer, breathing a little heavy.

“You are about to.”

His lips are back, and this time he opens his mouth, the hot wave of moisture, heat and taste taking you by surprise. His tongue rolls against your lips. You squeak, and on instinct, your mouth opens under his. Now it is massaging against yours, and there is a molten hot tingle between your legs. What on earth is he doing to you? You feel drunk, overwhelmed, just so much taste, sight, smell and just him. It seems apt you are in a lake seeing as you feel like you are drowning in him.

He breaks away slowly, and as you reopen your eyes, he smiles at you.

“How was that?” even you can detect the pride in his tone, knowing exactly how affected you are.

“Wonderful,” you respond honestly, and he beams at you.

And then he is kissing you again. The same passionate way. And then again. Over and over, your lips meet; minutes blur into each other. Exploring each other's mouths, his hand tender on your jaw.

“Would you like to know more?” There is no way you can resist that dark honeyed tone.

“Yes,” you sigh, desperate to understand what awaits you once you are married.

The hand around your jaw slips lower, fingers trailing over your neck as he holds your gaze. You can't look away, but your breath speeds up as that hand feels so heavy travels lower, fingers trailing your collarbone and then sinking lower, mapping your sternum as your chest rises and falls quicker than before. That crooked grin unfurls as he moves his hand to the right and cups your breast over your now translucent nightgown. You inhale sharply as your body responds, blood running hot. And then his fingertips trace over your nipple, and you moan lightly in your throat.

“Yes, darling,” it's gravelly, and his face is one of understanding for your plight and sheer carnal delight that he is the cause.

His other hand moves from around your waist, mapping your side until it mirrors the actions of his other hand on your other breast, and you practically swoon against him.

“Benedict,” you utter his name shakily, his smile turning predatory. 

“My darling wife-to-be, your body was made for me,” he murmurs. “Look how well your breasts fit into my hands.”

You bite your lip as you look down at the beguiling site of his huge hands holding your body; something ablaze inside you, liquid and volcanic. It makes you want to pull up and wrap your legs around his body, press him into the middle of your thighs, into that tugging ache.

“Show me more,” you plead, looking into his eyes, watching his pupils rapidly dilate and his tongue dart out to lick his bottom lip.

Then one of his hands moves to the buttons in the middle of your nightgown and flicks open a button. And then another. And another. And another. All the while, his fingers trace the slit of skin revealed down to your navel. His hands land on your shoulders, pushing the two sides of your nightgown apart and sliding it down over your arms. 

Under the water, you are now topless. Your skin breaks into goosebumps that have nothing to do with the water temperature but everything to do with the man in front of you.

Then you are wrenched back into his strong embrace and stunned into silence at the feel of his naked chest crushing yours—so solid, so smooth, your nipples pebbling so hard under his contours.

His lips find your neck, and you instinctively wrap your arms around his shoulders, hands mapping the lithe tone, the play of muscle under your fingertips.

You can scarcely believe something this good is possible. You have heard married women talk of needing to submit to the will of their husband's desires. But if this is anything close to what they mean, you wholeheartedly disagree. You want to submit to him utterly. Completely. He can do this to you as much as he wants.

“I will,” he responds fiercely into your skin, and you realise you must have said your last thought aloud. “Darling, I will kiss and hold you and do so many wonderful things every day if you will allow me.” 

“You can do whatever you want to me, Benedict,” you vow.

His responding groan right into your ear makes every inch of your body tingle.

“Darling, my sweet, you have no idea what you are saying yet, but god, I hope that is true,” he sounds so fervent, so very overwrought.

“Are you distressed, Benedict?” you blurt out, pulling his face between your hands and looking into his eyes, worried about how agitated he seems.

“No, my love,” he reassures, “this is passion; this is need. I want to do so many many things with you. But we should not until we are married.”

“Are there not things we can do before we are married to help with your need?” so curious to know more.

He leans his forehead against yours and closes his eyes. “I can hold you, and we can touch in places, briefly….” It sounds so taboo your blood runs hot.

“Where?” you breathe onto his cheeks.

“Between our legs,” he mutters back.

“I ache there,” you confess, “when you kiss me.”

He groans again and licks his lips; eyes still screwed shut. “That is wonderful news, my love. That is how it should be; it means you desire me as much as I desire you.”

“How will I know that you desire me?”

He grabs your wrist from around his neck and guides your hand slowly underwater. Then he presses your hand against something large, hard, and entirely unlike what you have between your legs. Your eyes go wide; your mouth falls open. Your hand on hot, steely flesh.

“That,” he rumbles, his eyes flaring open, stare piercing yours, “that is how you know I desire you, my love.”

“Wh.. what is that?” you gasp.

“That is my cock, and when we are married, it goes inside you,” he explains breathily as he presses your palm more forcefully into it, rocking his hips slightly.

“What? Where?” you are completely non-plussed.

He pulls your hand away and slides it between your legs, the layers of your nightgown billowing in a ring around your waist.

“Right here,” he intones softly, and you gasp as he pushes your middle finger up and into your body, his grip on your hand so tight.

“It won't fit,” you fret.

“It will,” he soothes, releasing your wrist, “look, it can take my finger and yours.” 

That is all the warning he gives before his long elegant digit plunges into your channel, flanking yours. You inhale staccato in shock and awe at the feeling.

“You are so very tight,” his voice at once reedy, “but I assure you, my love, I will fit. That is the marital act,” he adds, slowly withdrawing his fingers and yours.

“THAT is the marital act?!?” your mind still reeling from what has just transpired. “I have heard rumours that I must allow you to do things to me for ‘the marital act’. But... but I had no idea; I had heard it is unpleasant but short.” you frown, confused.

He huffs a laugh and grabs your jaw, pulling you against him so close his cock brands hot against your belly.

“It shall be neither, I assure you of that. You will demand, and receive, from me pleasure. At length.” Something in the way he says it stokes a fire inside you that cannot wait until that day. “But until then…” he sighs, pulling away, “we must resist further temptation, my love. As much as I want nothing more than to wrap your hand around my cock and push my fingers into your body, it is not fair to defile you as such yet.”

You pout at him as he reluctantly hauls your nightgown onto your shoulders beneath the surface. He has teased you with what awaits, and you are now hungry for more. 

But he kisses your lips chastely and turns back to look at the house. “We should probably swim back to shore and depart for our beds. Now that we are cooled down,” he adds with a wink.

“Speak for yourself,” you grouse uncharacteristically, refastening your buttons. “I may well be feeling more flushed now than I was before I stepped into the lake. No thanks to you.”

You have never shown your sassy side to Benedict before, always trying to play the demure fiancee your family has lectured you to be. But with everything that has happened, you feel unable to school your real personality from flaring out of you.

And the look he gives you is everything. It is desire, fascination and surprise all wrapped into one handsome raised eyebrow. You want to bathe in it.

“Oh, Mrs Bridgerton,” your upcoming name dripping syllable by decadent syllable from his lips, “such a sharp tongue. We will have plenty of fun putting that to very good use, I assure you.”

Benedict taglist: @makaylan @foreverlonginguniverse @iboopedyournose @colettebronte @aintnuthinbutahounddog @severewobblerlightdragon @margofiore @writergirl-2001 @heeyyyou @enichole445 @enchantedbytomandhenry @ambitionspassionscoffee @chaoticcalzoneranchsports @nikaprincessofkattegat @baebee35 @crowleysqueenofhell @bridgertontess @fiction-is-life @lilacbeesworld @angels17324 @broooookiecrisp @queen-of-the-misfit-toys @eleanor-bradstreet @divaanya @musicismyoxygen84

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posting a kremy every single day until new episodes of OUAW are out DAY 100

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first page doodle requests!!!!!! wow guys the superpower of teamwork really works have you seen this

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[fayes-fics]

Thank you everyone 🥹🫶

I know it’s not that big, but 200k tumblr notes is so lovely. Thank you for liking, commenting and reblogging my fics. It means so much. I love you guys. 🧡

I’m headed out for the afternoon, but later this evening I hope to finish a kinktober drabble for Anthony.

Thanks again. You all rock! 😁🧡🧡

[fayes-fics]

Hahah 😂😂 thank you so much for reading. Sorry about any resulting lack of sleep 😬🫣🧡🧡

Me at 3am clicking “keep reading” on the most jaw dropping, earth shattering, pantie dropping, smutty fic when I have to be up in 3 hours

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Look at my pretty desktop.  🫶

Thanks to lovely @d-caryophyllus, I took their amazing art for my fic and turned it into a wallpaper to keep me motivated to write 🧡🧡

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Celebration moment 🎉

I started writing fanfiction for the very first time exactly two years ago ago today 🥹 and posted my very first story the following day, May 13, 2022.

I never knew when I posted Sonnet #29 that I’d still be at it two years later! With over 600k words written and 200+ fic posts. Certainly didn’t expect to start writing again after so long!

It’s been the creative outlet I’ve needed to balance out work/life stress and it’s brought some truly wonderful people into my life 🥹🫶

Thanks for all of your reblogs and comments since then. You guys truly are the best 😁🧡🧡

[fayes-fics]

Hi I saw your post about interaction and it is not you at all. I think it’s s3 being a bit lacking and certain parts of the fandom. There has been a lot of drama across platforms including on twitter with benophie/kanthony fans being doxxed causing some people to leave the fandom entirely. I think as we get more s4 content it’ll be more alive but fans are definitely growing in numbers. I’m sorry you feel demotivated I just want to say I really enjoy your stories you’re an amazing writer Faye 🤍🤍

Hi Nonny!

Thank you for your kind words about my writing 🥹🫶 I’m sorry if it came off like I was fishing for compliments. That wasn’t my intention. I was just spitballing on possible reasons interactions might have gone down so much.

I agree that s3 was lacking. I have heard even devoted Polin fans were disappointed on the whole, despite it being Polin’s season.

I’m also sorry to hear about doxxing. Thats always terrible and a ridiculous thing to do over something so trivial as shipping. I guess because I’m older than a lot of folks, it just comes off as very immature to want to hurt people like that.

I must admit, I am slightly ignorant about all those goings on, unless someone informs me of them. I am not on other social media (I tend to side with LT on what places like Insta and Twitter do to my personal mental capacity, so I avoid them). As a result, I luckily miss a lot of fandom drama. To use a childish analogy, I’m just over here in my fics sandbox happily smashing Barbie and Ken dolls together while it appears there’s a boxing match happening over by the swings lol.

ANYWAY, I will stop wittering on. I hope s4 delivers for folks and does justice to Benedict’s arc. And if it doesn’t, well, it’s just a tv show and we have fanfic to fix-it imo 🫶

Thank you for your kind words. I hope you have a lovely week 😁🧡🧡

[fayes-fics]

Hello Fayes, I'm French and I live in the small village in the middle of nowhere. I understand English very well. But I speak it very badly. I am writing to you with Google translate. I've been reading English fiction for 20 years. I almost never write comments to authors. It's too complicated for me. I discovered your fics in May 2024. I had never used Tumblr until then. You have no idea the effect your stories had on me. It's been a long, long time since stories touched me this much. The last few months have been difficult for me. But your fics brightened my days. It was my own little moment. Those who criticize authors have never written a story. They don't know how difficult it is and that there is a little piece of themselves in every written word. You are gifted. Don't listen to them. Take your time, have fun. If you publish a story, great. If you don't, it doesn't matter. What is rare becomes precious. Anyway, thank you for being here. Thank you for helping me in your way. You can't hear me but I'm here. And... I hear you... or rather, I read you ! :)

Hi there! 🫶

Your message made me so emotional 🥹🥹

I greatly appreciate the effort you went to, sending something not in your native language. You are always welcome to message in French, if you wish. I studied French for 10 years, but I admit j'ai beaucoup oublié. But I am more than willing to Google translate what I don’t understand. 🫶

I am so honoured if you joined Tumblr to read my stories. 🥹 I hope you have been enjoying your time here. I don’t really like or use other social media, but this place suits me well. I hope to always be posting here!

I’m so sorry that you’ve been having a hard time. I sincerely hope things get better for you 🧡 And if my stories have helped you at all during that time, that is so wonderful to hear. 🥹 It’s the whole reason I write tbh - to give people something to enjoy, an escape to a different world just for a little while.

Thank you for your kind words about my writing. I was so worried to post my very first story, but something compelled me to do so and I will never regret it. It’s brought people into my life that i consider wonderful friends. And it means I get to meet lovely, kind people like you. It stills boggles my mind real people out there are actually reading my stuff in some ways lol. But I’m so very grateful 🫶🫶

Thank you so much for reaching out and letting me know you are out there, it truly means the world. I will do my very best to write tonight, for you, because I know you are out there reading and I can’t thank you enough.🫶😁🧡🧡

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hi faye!! just saw ur post abt interaction. i wanted to let you know that while i am not very active anymore (yay LSAT prep) you are one of the few people that i check up on when i do occasionally return and my heart hurts to see the current state of the fandom :(. your work [18+ or not] is some of the best i have EVER read, and regardless whether inspiration strikes you or not, i wanted to let you know that your works will always have a special place in my heart.

love you lots,

lottie

Hi Lottie my dear! 🫶

Lovely to see you here!! First off, I’m sending my very best wishes for your LSAT. You got this! 💪🫶

Thank you for your kind words about my writing. I feel privileged to be one of the blogs you check out when you have a spare moment. 🥹

I hope that post didn’t come off as fishing for compliments 🤦‍♀️🫣🙈 It was more me philosophizing about my recent experience of declining interactions.

I think S3 is mostly to blame tbh. I know a lot of folks were disappointed, especially after the high that was S2. Indeed, it threw off my writing muse for MONTHS - I wasn’t writing when the Bridgerton fandom was likely at its busiest back in May/June/July. And now it seems like it’s definitely in hibernation mode lol. We have a LONG way to go until S4 (August 2026 😭😭) and I hope things don’t die back even more than they are now. That would make me so sad. 😞

Anyway I’m rambling. Thanks for your message and I hope you get down time to enjoy fic and/or whatever else gives you joy. Lots of love back! 😁🧡🧡

[fayes-fics]

Thank you 🙏

Just to say thank you to each and everyone who follows me. It truly means the world. 🫶

This blog will be two years old in a few months, and thanks to this (somewhat silly) hobby, I have interacted with so many wonderful people in that time. It’s been a joy, truly. 🥹

I’m not going to do a writing celebration, I have a lot of WIPs to get thru, but I just wanted to acknowledge this milestone and use it as an opportunity to thank you all. 😁🧡🧡

My ask box is always open for feedback, Q&A or chat. Anon is fine. I love to interact with people who read my stories should they wish to. I am not taking fic requests at the moment, but anything else is fine.

P.S. Also, please don’t forget to enter my Benedict-themed giveaway if you are interested, details HERE.

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Aww you are too kind 🫶🫶

And same to you. I am woefully behind on my reading, as I’ve been writing every day for 5+ hours, until today (I’ll be writing overnight lol), but I know your fics are always so well written! 🧡

tfw you read those first couple lines of a fic and your shoulders just relax because the writing is good and you know you can rest there for a while

[fayes-fics]

I just found out that there is such a thing as World Bread Day. It is October 16th, so we are less than 6 months out from it now! Time to start getting the dough ready for kneading 😜

Hi my lovely 🫶

World Bread Day? 😱🎉🎉

Imma eat bread from on top of that delicious manbread sammich right there 😮‍💨

I’ve got 6 months to get in training. Let’s gooooooooooooooo 💪

Heheh thanks for your fun ask. I’m tipsy and this is right up my alley (ooh err) 😁🧡🧡

[fayes-fics]

what are your favorite benedict fics? i think i read everything you wrote and i am having withdrawals because nothing else compares. i trust your taste so can you please recommend some stuff? love your work btw

Hi Nonny

Thanks for your kind words and for reading all my fics, what a compliment 🥹🫶

So, I assume, as it's my blog you are asking, you are looking for Benedict x reader fics? I’ll be honest - I really only write Benedict x reader fics; I don’t read them unless they are written by a friend. 🫣 I just don’t have much spare time these days, and what little time I do have, I try to put towards writing (not just fanfic).

You can check out my fic rec tag for fics I have previously reblogged.

Perhaps others can reply to this with their recommendations? 🧡🧡

[fayes-fics]

Listen i love you, love your work, just mwah 👌🏻👌🏻 but bestie im begging you to change that header gif😩

I try to read your work in public and im confronted with Anthony (or Ben’s ass, can’t tell) and im doing the fastest scroll of my whole damn life. Obvi it’s your page, and im like 80% joking here, but like……..a peach emoji never killed anyone. No but for real I thought this might give u a laugh that I’m out here making sure no one catches a stray naked booty and then think im some dirty porn reader (which I am BUT they don’t need to know that💅🏻✨)

- 🍰anon

Hi 🍰 Anon!

Oh, my friend, bwhahahah, you know not of what you speak (affectionate). 😂🫶

Do you realise that I have been THREATENED by more than one person for so much as casually suggesting I might change my header image?! If I removed the Benebum, there would be a riot, apparently. 🤷‍♀️ So I'm sorry to report it will not be going anywhere. It will likely only ever be replaced one day by... you guessed it... NEW BENEBUM. Maybe less clenched.

And, err, if you are brave enough to read my fics in public (all power to you 🫡), then frankly, if anyone catches sight of those words, it's a THOUSAND times worse than a flash of shapely bum.

Thank you for your kind words about my writing and for this fun message; it made my day. 🫶 And I hope this is not bad news for you. If it is.. sorrows, prayers etc. 😁🧡🧡

[fayes-fics]

I am on vacation (and still struggling to write) but I have queued up some thank you reblogs 🫶

Thank you for reading & reccing my fics, it truly means the world, more now than ever.

I hope to be back writing soon 🫶😁🧡🧡