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asleepygremlin · 1 month ago

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I was looking at my old posts and realized I accidentally put in misinformation

In this old post I claimed that Kieran’s Japanese name, suguri, which is the Japanese name for currants, meant “hope and forgiveness” but apparently that was just the title of a blog post with no mention of currant symbolism whatsoever

Lesson learned: Always fact check your stuff

So to try and fix this, I actually searched up the proper symbolism of currants and found a flower language site with a page on currants with symbolism so that’s better than the last post that had basically nothing

Even with all I said in mind, you should do your own research instead of believing everything you see on the internet like idiot old me and please fact check me if I got anything wrong

The site is in Japanese so you have to use google translate to read the page. According to the symbolism section, it says “あなたの不機嫌が私を苦しめる” and “私はあなたを喜ばせる” which is translated as “your grumpiness makes me suffer” and “I make you happy” but considering it’s google translate, I decided to crackhead translate it myself using wiktionary because I wanted to make sure myself and I basically got the same sentences as the google translated ones and roughly got “your unhappiness makes me worry” and “I want to make you happy.” Which means that google translate was actually right and I did ALL of this for nothing _(:3」z)_ well I’m glad I went to seek out the answer and google translate doesn’t take tone into account so someone could phrase it more correctly than my crackhead translation

Here’s how this relates to Kieran

So if, and only if, this is accurate and actually true, this explains and foreshadows a lot of the scarlet and violet dlc. The first sentence of “your unhappiness makes me worry” is literally what happens near the end of the teal mask and all of the indigo disk, Kieran constantly comparing himself to others and the player especially and causing both Carmine and hopefully the player to worry about him. The second sentence “I want to make you happy” is even more explicit with the blueberry academy cast, Carmine, and the player wanting to know what is up with him and how to make him happy again.

Below is the toil of my efforts if you’re curious

(I was going to link the wiktionary pages to each kanji but it didn’t let me so here’s wiktionary if you want to do extra research but you have to either copy paste the kanji itself or use a Japanese keyboard to find the exact results)

I’d also like to put here that kanji has multiple meanings and isn’t always read as they are the sentences provided so this isn’t necessarily a kanji lesson.

First let’s take “あなたの不機嫌が私を苦しめる” in which the Hepburn romanji is “anata no fukigen ga watashi o kurushimeru.”

Anyone can probably recognizes watashi/私 and anata/あなた which are the Japanese personal pronouns for I/me and you respectively if we simplify it

The hiragana no/の is generally used as a particle to indicate possession. ex: watashi no kaban/私のかばん would translate to “my bag”

The kanji fu/不 according to wiktionary is commonly used as a prefix for un-, non-, in-. Basically it’s a negative prefix like the in- in insecure. Or it can be used to describe something as bad

ki/機 means a lot of things depending on the kanji paired with it which leads into the next kanji, gen/嫌 means disagreeable or unpleasant by itself however when both are combined, it reads as kigen/機嫌 which translate into mood or feeling and other kanji is usually meant to be placed in front of it

This makes the phrase fukigen/不機嫌 which if translated literally, it means bad mood. And according to its wiktionary page, can mean unhappy or despondent.

For brief explanation, Japanese uses particles to refer to things instead of word order like English which pop up a bit in the sentences

ga/が is used for multiple things but the most relevant meaning when looking at the full sentence is that its being used to refer to the subject of a sentence

That makes what we currently translated so far, anata no fukigen ga/あなたの不機嫌が could be read as “your bad mood”, “your unhappiness” or something similar

Finally onto the second half, watashi o kurushimeru/私を苦しめる. I already explained 私 so I’ll move onto o/を which can be read as wo and is usually used to indicate an object of a sentence.

The last part of the sentence is kuru/苦 which by itself means bitter taste, pain, suffering, and other synonyms. When combined with the hiragana, it means to cause worry or to cause one to suffer on its wiktionary page. Which means the second part roughly translates to cause me to suffer or worry.

That means that the full sentence, “あなたの不機嫌が私を苦しめる” means roughly “your unhappiness makes me worry” or something along those lines.

Onto the next sentence. “私はあなたを喜ばせる” has the romanji of “watashi wa anata o yorokobaseru.” I already explained Japanese pronouns and particle を/o so I’ll briefly go over wa/は which is usually read as ha. は when read as wa in this sentence, is the particle referring to the subject or topic so the subject is I/me and the object is you

Finally onto yorokobaseru. 喜/yoroko by itself is an affix meaning joy or to be pleased. And now we run into Japanese being weird, I couldn’t find what baseru meant until I realized that one spelling of yoroko was yorokobashii/喜ばしい so I searched up seru/せる by itself and it’s a suffix that is often conjugated which explains the structure. The definition that makes the most sense in context is the one “to make”. So that makes the final sentence roughly “I want to make you happy” or along a similar phrasing.

Conclusion: Dear god this was longer than I thought. I got way too lost in the sauce trying to brute force learning Japanese but I hope you enjoyed it i guess? I wanted to make up my blunder but ended up info dumping but this is tumblr so maybe it fits idk

#sorry for that year ago me wasn’t the brightest bulb #kieran pokemon #pokemon kieran #rival kieran #pokemon #pokemon scarlet and violet #pokemon sv #pokemon sv dlc #pokemon analysis

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astaroth1357 · 2 years ago

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Flipping the Script: Leviathan Progression (Human World AU)

Previously: After a baggage mishap at the airport, you and your cosplay group found the perfect replacement for your Lord of Shadows! Rejoice, as now a demon has your number! (Not that you know that)

Contents: Second person (you), fluff, MC is an otaku, MC is down bad, mutual pining between idiots

Part One, Part Two (You are here), Part Three (Coming Soon)...

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Levi met up with you and your team for the photoshoot that day, and it couldn’t have gone better!

As promised, you spent your first visit to the vendors room with him as part of his compensation for helping you out. What you hadn’t expected was for him to be quite so funny during your time together.

He had an infectious energy about him… Especially when talking about the shows and hobbies that he liked to indulge in. Coincidently, they happened to line up with a lot of your interests as well, so there was a nearly endless conversations between you two.

By the time the rest of your team tracked you down to do a scheduled fan signing, you and Levi had already gotten lunch at a themed café and exchanged online handles to play games together back at the hotel. Then they had to sit and suffer through you rambling about just how sweet and hilarious he was...

Even after the convention, the two of you kept up a very steady contact. Weekly game nights were an absolute must and he occasionally would join chats with you if you decided to stream. Leviachan, as you'd happily begun to call him, became a fast regular in your DMs and on your chat history.

You were surprised that for all of Levi's skill, he didn’t have the same kind of social media presence that you had to share his cosplay. You offered multiple times to bring him in for collabs together, but…

Well, Levi was always super cagey with you about just WHERE he lives or even where he was born in! When you first asked, he said it was, “J-just a small place somewhere out there! Nowhere important.”

To some extent, you understood his desire for privacy, so you've never really pried, but it still felt so odd that he wouldn’t even give you a country… Not even a time zone! Whenever you wanted to call him, he’d always just “up.” Did he ever sleep??

What information you could gain from him was mainly family-related. He had six brothers, no Mom, and an estranged Dad. The one you saw on the day you met him, Malcolm, was the second oldest and their relationship seemed… complicated.

It wasn’t until you both decided to do a video call to play a game he sent you that you got to first meet the others...

You had your computer booting up the copy of Demonlands 2 that Levi sent for you to play while the window for your video call rang for him to pick up. It was another typical Friday game night for you, though you decided not to stream in favor of having a chill night of fun with Levi. He had been talking up this as one of his comfort games for a long while, though you had never heard of it yourself, so when he offered to give you copy you sprang for it! Over the months you’d gotten to know the shy otaku, you’d learned to put paramount trust in his recommendations. He really knew his stuff, anime AND game-wise, so listening to him was like having your own personal guru.

You slid your headphones on and got comfortable in your chair right as Levi’s end picked up and the corner of your monitor displayed the smiling face of the man who'd quickly grown to become your best friend. The ambient blue light of his room tinged the violet in his hair a shade of indigo, but left the sunset shade of his eyes more or less intact. You'd already expressed some jealousy to Levi over his sweet setup... what parts of it he's been willing to show you anyway. He'd given you the digital tour of his figurines, manga, and games collections, as well as showing you little Henry. You had no idea someone would commit to an aquatic aesthetic so hard that they’d actually sleep in a bathtub, but at the same time it felt so very… Levi. Nothing in his bedroom was like anything you'd ever seen before, like, who actually sleeps next to an aquarium tank?? Maybe his family were the eccentric type…

“Hey, Y/n! Sorry that I'm picking up late.”

“No, it’s fine! I was grabbing a snack earlier. Did something happen?”

“No, nothing important.”

You watched Levi start checking over his monitor through the screen while mindlessly twisting the black wire of your headphones between your fingertips. When you first started to play games together, these little silences between you would feel awkward and Levi would scramble to get find anything he could to fill them. To alleviate the tension, you’d play a shared playlist of your favorite otacore or ani-songs to make him more comfortable, but for the last month or so he hadn’t needed it as much. The silences were now… pleasant. You could take your time with each other like real friends could and it felt pretty nice.

Most of your offline friends knew how embarrassingly down bad you'd become for this guy. You hoped your cosplay audience hadn't picked up on it yet, but there would always be those comments that point out how you gush about him whenever he offered you a new accessory for your outfits… If you guys had a ship name, you didn’t know it'd be yet.

…

Not that you had any ideas about it or anything. You? Ship yourself with your best friend?? Absolutely not! Like, who would actually do that-?

“Y/n?”

“Huh??”

Levi's voice interjected itself into your thoughts, making you fumble with the headphone wire as you recovered.

“Hey, are you alright? You were just staring off there…”

Now back in reality, you stuttered out an embarrassed apology to your confused friend and try to smile it off.

“Oh yeah, Levi, I'm alright. It's just a long week, so I'm ready for some gaming!”

You prayed that the bubbly feeling in your chest wasn't also showing on your face when you watched his expression light up. That determined smile was more than half of the reason you agreed to these game nights of yours when he first brought up the idea. He took to giving you a good time as passionately as a great DM runs their campaign and you appreciated the hell out of him for it... Having a life on social media and being in the public eye could absolutely drain a person, but with Levi you could just relax and recharge with the stuff you loved…

“Okay, Y/n, do you have everything running?”

“Yep! Got it all installed last night.”

“Great! Go ahead and open the co-op menu and-"

His voice got cut off in your headphones by the sound of a sharp knock coming from behind him. Levi's eyes briefly grew to the size of saucers as they darted over his shoulder then back at your image onscreen.

“Levi...? What's wrong?”

“Nothing! Uh… J-just a second!”

You watched him lurch over his desk and fumble with his mouse until eventually the camera feed cut to black. You were definitely getting concerned, since Levi had almost never reacted that way to an outside noise before, but soon your worry morphed into curiosity. A sing-song voice called out through your headphones, one you had never heard before, and after checking the chat window you realized that, yep…

Levi forgot to mute the call.

“Oh Levi~! What made you think we're done talking? Is that your little friend in there??”

The man's voice was at a higher pitch than Levi's and he sounded pretty… annoyed. Or at least insistent about something. You heard the sound of door hinges swinging open, followed by Levi's much more exasperated tone.

“Go away, Asmo-gak! Why are all of you here!?”

A new voice joined the fray, this one was much softer than the other two. They spoke at a languid pace, slow like honey pouring from a bottle. Did he just wake up or something...?

“We thought you've been talking to a computer this whole time, but Mammon says that they're a real person…”

“Yeah, I’ve seen'em too! Tell'em Levi!”

That one you knew had to be Malcolm! There was no mistaking the energetic punch to his words, but who the heck was Mammon?? You didn’t recall meeting him too…

“Ugh, yes! They're real, but no you can’t all see them! We just started a new game, so go away!!”

“Uhm, Levi?”

Your question must have come through the speakers because, for moment, the sudden silence on the other end was deafening�� then all hell broke loose at once.

Another voice spoke up now, one that sounded a lot deeper and almost velvety coming through your headphones.

“Was that them just now?”

Another responds, also deep, but muffled? As if they're trying to speak past a mouthful of marshmallows…

“Mmnph-‘ink so-mmmgh…”

The higher voice chimed in well over them both.

“Oh, we should go say hi!! What do you think, Levi? You can't keep teasing us like this!”

The blank screen on your monitor was starting to kill you seemingly as much as it was them… You desperately wanted some kind of explanation, but more importantly…!

“Levi, who's over there? Are those your brothers?!”

Your ears perked from the a collective gasp you heard on the other end, then the excitable one spoke again.

“They know about us???”

“NO!! N-not everything! Please leave-!!”

You'd be lying if you said that Levi's shout hadn't hurt you right then… It felt like a little crack went tink right on your heart! Had he been keeping you a secret from them this whole time? Was he embarrassed? Or did he not trust you to know too much about himself…? Was it your platform that he was scared of??? You had never broadcasted anything he hadn’t given permission about ahead if time… You wouldn't dare to dox him!! Though you could understand if that was his reasoning, the secrecy still kind of hurt…

“W-wait, Levi, I’ve always wanted to see more of your family...! Why not let them in? Please? We can still play right afterwards!”

“Huh?? But Y/n-!!”

“You heard'em, Levi! Let us through!”

A mass of shuffling filled your headphones while you waited with baited breath. You had even leaned in so close to your monitor that when the window flashed back on, you were briefly blinded by all of the colors at once! It took a few moments for you to make out all five pairs of eyes staring back through the screen. Each boy seemed to be crammed up against Levi's computer desk like lab students all forced to share the same microscope... To your surprise, not a single one of them looked like Levi or even like each other! You probably should have guessed, considering Malcom (who was seated center stage, having stole Levi's gamer chair for himself) looked nothing like him before, but you wouldn’t have guessed all 5 would differ quite as drastically… Would the sixth look that different as well?

“Uhm… hi?”

You tried to smile again to make a good impression, but it was hard to do while feeling like a living petri-dish. You were used to having eyes on you, but this was another level. Perhaps it was the added pressure of not wanting to look bad in front of a good friend's family, but it also could have also been the sheer intensity of their gaze… Levi could get this way too sometimes and it always felt like his orange-hued irises could almost see right through you... Especially if he just lost a game. In those times, his intimidating edge gave you a bit of a thrill. It'd feel like you just bested a dangerous beast in combat, but against ten eyes it was overwhelming… Each one bore right through you as if to examine your very soul…

“Huh,” a blonde one peering over Malcom's right shoulder was the first to speak up. His eyebrows were raised practically off of his forehead in surprise. “So they are real, then.”

The shortest boy, squished up against Malcom as if trying to steal center frame, clasped his hands over his heart and cooed back towards the doorway.

“Aww, Levi, look at that! You actually have a friend now!! And a real cutie, too~ Hello, hun!”

“Yeah, but why do they look like a human…?”

You watched guys instantly stiffen up as all eyes shifted towards a dark-haired boy clutching a spotted pillow just barely in view. It was hard for you to see his face, since it was only half on screen and even then some of it was behind his pillow, yet you could detect something… cold in it. He sounded annoyed, but you couldn’t place why… Was he seriously expecting you to be an AI or something?

To your surprise, the pillow guy was swiftly yanked out of frame and replaced by Levi, though you couldn’t see much of his face either. Only that he was holding onto the pillow guy's sleeved arm rather tightly as he spoke.

“Of course they're human! Not a 2D person or just a computer, but human like the rest of us… Right?”

You'd never heard such a dark edge come over Levi’s tone before. Not even in jest! It must have been rare for his brothers to hear as well, because most stared at him with equally shocked expressions. The arm in Levi's grasp yanked itself away and you heard footsteps head towards the door… but the other brothers stayed where they were. Another long silence flooded in, somethibg that felt far more uncomfortable than any you had experienced with Levi before, until a (frankly) massive dude chewing on a huge slab of jerky spoke up behind Malcolm.

“If they're nice to Levi, that's enough for me.” He inhaled the rest of the jerky into his mouth (which you didn’t quite detect him chewing) before he was already smiling at you with the kind of warmth that you'd see saved up only for the sappiest of shojo scenes. “Hello, thank you for being Levi's friend.”

The rest of the boys all exchanged glances with each other, then a similar kindness took over their faces too. Gone were the piercing stares of just a moment ago, and instead you only felt a welcoming energy radiating out from your monitor. As if sensing the change too, Levi finally came into view of the camera. He leaned down by Malcolm in the spot the pillow guy left open, grinning at you in that way only he really could.

“Y/n... These are my brothers.”

#personally i think not enough time is spent on ridiculously infatuated mcs #if you dont want to put your man in a chokehold #and burrow into his chest with your bare hands #is it even love?#come on now #obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me leviathan #obey me mammon #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me satan #obey me belphegor #obey me fic #obey me scenarios #obey me nightbringer

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thesparkling-diamond27 · 1 year ago

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The Second Bridgerton And I: Part 6

Benedict Bridgerton x Reader

Summary: Y/n Clearwater is named the “Sparkling Diamond” by Queen Charlotte herself, but she doesn’t know what to do with all this attention. Of course she has her family, but sometimes that doesn’t seem enough. But what happens when she encounters a specific Bridgerton, which changes the course of her season.

Author’s Note: I am so sorry for not posting sooner. I have been a lot more busy with work, but I am on vacation for a week, so I have more time to write :).

Author’s Note: This chapter includes scenes from season 3 episode 3 of Bridgerton. Down below is the link to the part 5 and part 7. I hope you enjoy!

My family and I have decided to stay a little later for evening tea. I was currently sitting at the small table in the drawing room, playing a card game with Gregory, Hyacinth, and Alex. It was a pretty intense game, but I was good at this game, so I had a feeling I might have a victory.

“It is your turn Gregory!” Hyacinth said.

“I know I am overviewing my choices.”

“Well you are taking forever. Right Y/n?”

I was surprised she addressed me so bluntly.

“He is taking a while, but that is good. That means he is paying attention to the game.” I replied.

“Ahh! I’m bored. I am going to see what Colin is doing.”

Hyacinth placed her card hand on the table and walked over to the couches where Colin was sitting with Noah and Benedict.

“I am leaving too.”

Gregory copied Hyacinth’s actions and went over to Colin as well.

“I am afraid I have to leave you too dear sister. Have fun!”

“What?! Rude!”

Alex ignored my protest, ruffled my hair and decided to join the group as well. The cards were scattered all over the table, so I decided to help the maid out by cleaning up this mess. I slipped the last few cards into the box, closed the lid and looked around the room.

The room was filled with laughter and chatter and it was nice to be in such an eccentric atmosphere. My family does this, but my family is not as big as the Bridgerton family. I wonder what it was like with Anthony and Kathani. Probably even more lively.

“Do you like what you see?”

I turned to see Benedict standing beside me.

“I do. My family does things like this, but it is not as lively as it is now. I believe it is due to us being outnumbered by your family.”

“It is quite nice. Maybe you and your family can come over for dinner more often.”

“I would love to.”

Benedict walked a literal closer and spoke in a lower tone.

“Leave the room in a few moments to go to the chamber pot and meet me in the hallway.”

He walked out of the drawing room and left me with my thoughts. I wonder what he wanted to talk about. I decided to gravitate to my mama, Violet and Adeline until it is time to meet with Benedict. I waited a while and asked Violet where the chamber pot was.

“To the left and down the hall dearest. Do you need a maid to guide you?” Violet said.

“That won’t be necessary thank you.”

Violet gave me a comforting smile and I began my way towards Benedict. I turned left just like Violet said and I noticed Benedict waiting for me. Benedict grabbed my hand and started guiding me down the hall.

“Where are you taking me?” I asked.

“To show you my paintings.”

We entered a room that was two doors down from the drawing room and I could still hear Francesca playing.

“Are you sure this is safe. I do not like the idea of someone possibly walking in here and seeing us alone together.” I said.

“I am sure. No one comes in here except for me.”

“Are you sure.”

“Yes I promise you.”

We both stared into each others eyes for a moment. Then he stuck out his hand and I placed my hand into his. He walked over to the double doors that were to the left of the room and we both stepped in.

“This room is my art studio.”

I entered and took in the scenery. The floor had patches of beige cloth in case paint dropped to the floor. There were two easels placed opposite from one another where blank canvases sat on top. Next to one of the canvases was a small table with a wooden palette on top. The palette was washed clean, but there was still traces of paint still left after being previously used multiple times. But what amazed me the most was at the back of the room.

There were many canvases leaning against the wall, and as I got closer I realized that they were all finished artworks completed by Benedict. I found myself walking towards the wall to get a closer look at them. There was a wide arrange of different paintings such as still life, abstract, landscapes and even a couple of portraits in a bunch of different sizes. They were all truly magnificent and I could not believe how talented Benedict was.

“Benedict…These paintings are amazing.”

“No you don’t have to say that.”

“But I do. They are incredible truly.”

“I do try my best. Thank you for the compliment.”

“You deserve it.”

Benedict lightly chuckled and started searching through the canvases. After a little digging he pulled a decent sized canvas from the pile and he presented it to me.

The painting in front of me was beautiful. It was magical and whimsical and everything in between. My finger traced the trail of the rainbow of colors: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, pink, white. And even more colors due to the mixture of paints.

I couldn’t tell what it was, but that was the beauty of it. There wasn’t anything specific in the painting, so the person looking at it can interpret it in their own way.

“This was the painting I was mentioning earlier.” Benedict said, “The one that I was reminded of when we were gazing at the sunset.”

I continued to stare at the painting.

“I have no words. I love it!”

“Do you want it?”

I looked up at Benedict.

“Really?! You will let me have it?”

“Yeah sure. I don’t have any certain attachment towards it and you seem to enjoy the story behind it.”

I couldn’t help but laugh when he said that. It would be nice to have a good laugh and think about Benedict whenever I looked at it in my room. Not to mention that the painting was beautiful.

“Thank you. I shall cherish it.” I said while hugging the painting close to my chest.

“I am glad.”

“We should head back now. I am supposed to be at the chamber pot remember.” I said with a teasing smile.

“You are right.”

Then his face expression changed like a light bulb lit inside his head.

“I have something for you. Stay here before I forget.”

He then ran out of the room before I could protest. I grabbed one of the blank canvases from the easel and replaced it with the painting that Benedict gifted to me. The painting was where it should be. Placed for everyone who walks in to see.

Benedict came back into the room panting and out of breath. It looked like he ran a marathon.

“Give me a second to catch my breath.” he said.

“You did not have to run. You could have taken your time.” I scolded.

“I know, but I don’t want your family to become suspicious of where you are. Anyway, here I picked these books out for you from Thomas’s book store.”

He held out a stack of three books. I took the books from him and looked at him confused.

“Thank you, but you didn’t have to buy me these books.”

“I know, but I wanted to.” He motioned towards the books in my hands, “Read the titles.”

I looked away from Benedict and began to read the titles that he wanted me to read.

“Daisy Miller by Henry James, Dandelion Wine by Ray Bradbury, White Oleander by Jane Finch…I’m confused.”

“It’s a bouquet of flowers from me to you. I know they are not really a bouquet of flowers, but I know you enjoy reading and the titles of the books are flowers. You mentioned how you would like to receive flowers one day, so I thought this was a unique way to give you “flowers”.”

He made quotation marks with his hands as he said the word flowers.

When Benedict and I talked yesterday, after Lord Debling saved me from the balloon, I mentioned how I wanted to receive flowers one day. I only said that because earlier I mentioned how you can tell spring is here due to the flowers blooming.

I did not expect him to go out of his way to give me “flowers”. He definitely did not have to do this for me and I appreciated that he decided to. I also received these books on such short notice. Our conversation was yesterday and I am receiving these in the evening the next day. He must have visited Thomas’s shop earlier today.

The flowers weren’t the only things that were blooming. I felt my heart beat faster by the second, while I thought about the gesture that Benedict had done.

I placed the books on the nearby table and walked to Benedict to wrap him in a hug. He immediately brought his arms around me in response.

“Thank you.” I mumbled in his chest.

“You’re welcome.”

I pulled away and looked into his eyes and I became mesmerized one again. Benedict stared back and it was as if time had stopped. Usually around men I am extremely cautious, but when I stared into those crystal blue eyes I did not feel nervous. It was so easy with Benedict and when I am with him I don’t hold back.

I slowly inched closer as he did the same and Benedict’s hand reached to cradle the side of my face sending shock waves throughout me. How a single touch can have such an effect on me baffled me, but that did not concern me in this moment. He used his hand to guide my face to place my lips onto his.

I have read a lot of romance novels and I have always enjoyed reading about the love interest’s first kiss with one another. The anticipation and buildup leading to the actual kiss and then the feelings being felt after was always something beautiful to me. But reading a bunch of romance novels never prepared me for the real thing.

The kiss was slow and gentle, rather than rough, but I could still feel his passion and devotion as we continued. His other hand found its way to the small of my back and Benedict gently pulled me closer to him, if that was even possible. His touch was soft like I was made of glass and if he pulled me too hard I would shatter into a million pieces. As if he did not want to let me go and he was afraid I would disappear . I am glad he is taking this slow because I want to embrace and enjoy the moment while it lasts. If this lasts. Wait what are we doing?

Suddenly I was taken out of the strange haze I was in and pulled away from the kiss. Our foreheads met at the middle and I felt his breath blow upon the skin of my face. I slowly stepped away from Benedict and took a few steps back.

What just happened? Oh I know exactly what happened. Benedict and I kissed!How? Why? I was so confused and a million thoughts were rushing into my head all at once. We kissed, so what does this mean for us? Are we still friends or something more? Benedict broke the silence.

“Y/n?”

“We should…uh……probably return to the drawing room.” I said

I looked at his facial expression and it was hard to tell, but he almost looked hurt.

“Benedict…”

I waited for him to speak.

“Like you said earlier. You are supposed to be at the chamber pot.” His tone made me frown. It didn’t have the same joking quality that he had earlier.

I continued to stare at him and his expression turned cold and stand offish and I wanted to ask what had changed, but I knew there was nothing I could right now , even though I very much wanted to do so.

“Right….Yes of course.” I said.

I went to retrieve my books and painting and then Benedict and I exited his art studio. The air was awkward and I did not like it. I hope our friendship did not falter because we kissed each other.

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Tonight was Lord Avcott’s ball and Adeline, mama and I were currently in the carriage on our way to the event. Father, Noah, and Alexander were in the carriage behind us.

I looked outside the carriage window and looked at the shops that we were passing. Even though I couldn’t see them, I could feel the eyes of my mama and sister on me. I have been quiet since dinner with the Bridgertons yesterday and my family knew something was wrong. My brothers already tried to get me to talk this afternoon, but I didn’t have the energy.

I was feeling a lot of emotions all at once and this carriage ride allowed me to collect my thoughts.

1. The conversation I had with the Queen

At the balloon event two days ago, when my family and I greeted the Queen, Queen Charlotte mentioned how she suggested Maxwell to my parents. I thought the Tewkesberry family were old friends of the family, but that seemed to be a lie. My mama wanted to talk to me after the Queen spoke her words and this afternoon like my brothers, but I never gave her any chances. I was angry that my parents made a choice for me. They did say that I didn’t have to marry Maxwell, but it is implied when your parents introduce you to another young man that you should marry them.

2. Penelope said she had a secret to share with me.

I know Pen has no intention to hurt me, but the fact that she is keeping a secret from me worries me. I thought we didn’t keep information from each other. I hope whatever she has to tell me isn’t anything terrible.

3. What happened with Benedict yesterday.

I have not spoken with or seen Benedict after we kissed and I am nervous to see him tonight. He didn’t seem pleased after we kissed and it hurt my feelings. Is he that repulsed by me? Did he react that way because he only sees me as a friend and will never see me as a lady? I hope what happened between us doesn’t change anything, because even though it looks like we won’t be anything more, even though I would like to be, I still want him to be my friend. As I thought of this I knew that my mama wanted to say something to me and she did.

“Dearest are you sure you are alright? The offer to stay at home still stands. David can drive you back home after he drops us off.”

When mama offered for me to stay home earlier today I almost considered it. I didn’t feel like facing Benedict again and it would be nice to ride with my favorite foot man David. It had been awhile, since we had a decent conversation.

Then after careful consideration I realized that I shouldn’t have Benedict dictate my choices. It is my choice to decide where I want to go to spend my days and nights. But I also haven’t seen Penelope in some time, and after reviewing both points, I decided it was best to go to the ball.

“I am alright mama. Thank you for asking though.” I responded.

I tried to give the best smile I could muster, but I knew the look that my mom was giving me: I am letting you off the hook for now.

“How are you and Lord Harvey sister?” I asked to try and change the topic.

“Lovely! He hinted at a proposal, so I can expect one very soon.”

“Oh that is great news Dara!” My mama said, “Soon we can start planning!”

My mama and Adeline excitedly began to talk about wedding preparations which I thought was absurd because Adeline isn’t even engaged yet. But it was nice to be off the spotlight for the time being and all this wedding talk made me think about Maxwell.

I received one letter each day, for the past couple of days, from him. He is currently in Paris dealing with a family estate with his father. He mentioned how he visited several pastry shops and he thought of me every time. He even purposefully purchased raspberry macarons because he wanted to be closer to me. The thought that he thought of me brought a smile to my face, but it simultaneously made me feel guilty.

Here was this kind and faithful young man, who had been thinking about me by sending me letters and buying things that reminds him of me, and I went and kissed one of my friends behind his back. What a girl I am. I hope Maxwell doesn’t notice a shift in my demeanor when he returns.

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Penelope

I stood on the dance floor as I fiddled with my empty dance card. People were continuing to file in, so people were still mingling with one another as we waited for the first dance to commence.

I looked around the room at all of the couples when my eyes landed on the back of a particular person I hoped to see tonight. I began to walk towards him when I noticed Cressida, across the dance floor, looking at him as well in the corner of my eye. We made brief contact before we both realized we were after the same person: Lord Debling.

Cressida began walking towards Lord Debling and I began to pick up my pace. I had to get to Lord Debling before Cressida does is all I could think about as I walked past the crowds of people. I took a quick glance upon her and noticed that we were neck and neck. I could get there first if I scurried over towards him. I was about to reach Lord Debling when Cressida took several quick long strides and got to him first. It’s situations like these where I hated my height disadvantage.

“Lord Debling.” Cressida said.

I awkwardly turned around, so Lord Debling wouldn’t know that I was nearby. My plan completely backfired I thought. I wanted to set things straight with Lord Debling tonight. Our conversation at the balloon event was a disaster and I wanted to clarify and fix things. If only Cressida haven’t reached the table first!

The first dance was about to begin and couples began to join one another, so I stepped out of the way. I was going to wander around to see what more Lord Avcott had to offer for tonight when I noticed Y/n being a part of one of the couples about to dance.

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I was sipping lemonade by the refreshments table when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around to see Lord Findlay and he brought a smile to my face. We haven’t seen each other since he showed up at my house to call upon me. It was nice to see a friend again.

“Lord Findlay how wonderful to see you.”

“We’ve been over this Y/n! You can call me by my first name Micheal.”

I do recall him mentioning calling him by his first name.

“Very well Micheal.” I said with a smile.

“Lovely. It has been some time since we spoke with one another. I was wondering if we can catch up.”

“I would very much like that.”

“May I have your dance card?”

He motioned to the dance card tied around my wrist and I slid it off for him to sign. As he signed my dance card he said,

“I’ll see you for the first dance of tonight Y/n.”

“I’m looking forward to it.”

He retuned my dance card and walked away to converse with others in attendance.

“Oh my dear Y/n.” I turned around to see Violet and Francesca in front of me and smiled.

“Hello Lady Bridgerton. Francesca.”

“Y/n dear we have been over this. Call me Violet.”

It seemed like everyone was telling me to call them by their first name these days.

“Alright Violet.”

“Where is your mother Y/n?”

“With my father and brothers near the dessert table.”

“And your sister?”

“With Lord Harvey.”

“Ah. Well Francesca is off to go talk with some suitors. Hopefully she can ignite a spark with one of them.”

I turned to Francesca. She looked hopeful and it didn’t look false. Maybe she took my advice from dinner yesterday and was also trying to please her mother in her own way, by introducing herself to suitors who she connected with.

“I hope to talk with you later tonight Y/n once I am finished.”

“I would love to.”

We both smiled at each other.

“We will see you later Y/n.” Violet said.

I could tell Violet wanted to begin introducing Francesca to some suitors, so I nodded in response and was once again brought into solitude.

The decorations were quite nice for tonight’s ball and I found myself eyeing the appetizing dessert table. The Orchestra that Lord Avcott hired was exquisite as well and I found myself tapping my fingers, against my lemonade glass to the beat.

As I my eyes trailed upon the decorations on the railing of the staircase, I made eye contact with Benedict. I sent a small smile up at him, and he just stared back. I tried to study his face to see what he could possibly be thinking, but I saw nothing. It was as if he put up a wall and I somehow felt like the wall was specifically for me.

I wanted to walk to him, but before I could he went into a nearby hallway and disappeared. It seemed like my worst fear had come true. Benedict doesn’t want to see me. But why? What did I do wrong? All we did was kiss.

“I believe it is time for our dance Y/n.”

I looked up and saw Micheal with his hand extended ready to approach the dance floor. I turned and looked back up to where Benedict once once. Even though the space was empty it was as if he was still there staring down at me. My heart wanted to run away from Micheal, run up the stairs and approach Benedict to find out what was wrong.

But my mind knew that I could not do that so, I took Micheal’s hand and followed him as he took us to our place to begin. The violin began the first few notes of the piece and we started to go through the motions of the dance steps. Even though we were dancing, my mind was on something else, and Micheal seemed to notice.

“Something seems to be troubling you Y/n. You can tell me, but it is alright if you wish not to.”

We reached the part in the choreography where we had to separate. I turned to look at the empty space and it was once again filled with Benedict, but he walking down the stairs with a woman I did not recognize. The only piece of information that I knew about her was that she was a widow.

Eventually I reconnected with Micheal and responded to what he had said earlier.

“I am having some trouble with….with a friend of mine.”

“I hope the friend is not me.” He joked.

“Oh no! Definitely not!…It’s my friend Benedict Bridgerton.”

“Benedict Bridgerton?” His eyebrows raised in surprise, “I did not realize you two were friends.”

“It has been a recent friendship this season. He saved me at Lady Danbury’s ball from Nigel Berbrooke and we have been friends ever since. We recently got into an argument and never had a chance to resolve our issues.”

I did not mention that we kissed because if I did my reputation would be compromised. I know Micheal would never share such information, but you never know who can he listening nearby and I didn’t want Micheal’s perception of me to change. Also if Micheal found out we kissed, than Benedict and I would have to get married and although it’s sad to admit, I don’t think Benedict would want that. As long as people don’t find out.

“Well I am sure you and Mr. Bridgerton will work this little tiff out.”

“I hope you are right.”

“I’m always right.” He joked.

I let out a few laughs. His mission to make me laugh was accomplished. We continued our dance with ease and when we finished I slightly curtsied as he bowed.

“It was a pleasure dancing with you Micheal.”

“The pleasure is mine. Excuse me I see some friends that I would like to speak to.”

“Go ahead.”

Micheal gave me a smile before walking over to his so called friends. As I walked off the dance floor a couple of suitors approached me to dance. I politely declined after mentioning that I had a few dances reserved with some other suitors, which was a lie, but I wanted to search for my family or Penelope and I did not want any distractions.

I returned to the lemonade table and noticed Penelope talking with Lord Debling and things seemed to be going well between them. At some point Penelope looked at me, smiled and motioned towards the corner of the room and I knew what she was trying to say: Wait for her over there until she finishes with Lord Debling.

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Penelope

As Y/n was dancing on the dance floor, I noticed Lord Debling alone and I knew this was my chance to speak with him.

I quickly avoided the dancing couples in order to reach Lord Debling before someone like Cressida can swoop in.

“Lord Debling.”

“Miss Featherington. Any more encounters with wayward balloons?”

He seemed to be joking, so this might be a good sign.

“Not at present.” I responded.

“If you’ll excuse me, I am fetching Miss Cowper a lemonade.”

I stopped him from going to Cressida.

“Lord Debling. I am afraid I have not been honest with you.”

“Pardon me?”

“About…grass. I do not love it.I— I do not hate it, but I much prefer being indoors.”

“I see.”

“The person I was two days ago…I was pretending to be someone I am not. And I do not wish to do that anymore. The person that I am, I’m someone who enjoys society and gossip, even if I do occasionally hide at a soirée. I am someone who enjoys a good book more than exploring the natural world, someone…who does enjoy watching birds, but specifically from the windowsill, I’m someone who is over explaining themselves at the moment.”

I waited for him to respond. I hope what I said was the right thing to say. He did say that my frankness was immensely refreshing at Lord Tremble’s estate. I hope he still found my frankness refreshing today.

“How many yous are there exactly? And where do you hide them all?” He asked.

I inwardly sighed with relief.

“It does not bother you that I do not wish to spend my time exploring the wilds of nature?” I asked.

“Heavens no. If I only ever talked about nature, my dinner party invitations would cease altogether. I do not wish to court someone exactly like myself. I want to be with someone who knows who they are and embraces their own peculiarity, as I do. As I believe you do as well.”

I smiled at Lord Debling and he returned the favor. He placed one of the glasses that was in his hands in front of me, which was originally for Cressida, and I took it with silent triumph. We both simultaneously sipped our lemonade.

It felt good to be honest. This whole time I was trying to impress Lord Debling and I became someone I was not. Being myself was easier and Lord Debling seemed to like that version of me the best.

It made me want to be more honest with more people and one person who came into mind was Y/n. I turned from Lord Debling and back to the dance floor to where Y/n was. She looked happy as she danced with Lord Findlay and it made me want to make her happy. I knew that I had to be honest with her.

I didn’t tell Eloise my secret and look how that turned out. If I want to keep her as a friend I cannot keep secrets. It might mean that I will loose her forever, but at least I will be honest in the process.

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I made my way to the area that Penelope gestured with her head, and it looked “secret” and discreet. A perfect area to talk without being interrupted. As I sat by a nearby bench, my eyes drifted to the couples who were currently dancing. I scanned through the couples and was shocked to see Benedict dancing with the lady I saw with him earlier.

He looked happy with her and he had a smile on his face as he looked down on her. Seeing him like that broke my heart and my original mindset to try to mend things started to crumble. Here I was being upset about the way things were between us when he couldn’t care less and was with someone else.

“Hi Y/nn.”

I looked up and saw that Penelope had sat down next to me. She must have finished her conversation with Lord Debling. She looked at where my eyes were before and looked back at me concerned.

“Y/n are you alright?”

I gave her a tight lipped smile and nodded.

“Are you sure? Is it Benedict?”

I looked at her and realized that I couldn’t lie to her.

“No I am not alright.” I said with a sigh, “But I do not wish to talk about it right now because it is inappropriate for this type of setting.”

Penelope looked at me curiously, but decided not to pry, which I was grateful for. Then Penelope broke the silence.

“Remember when I told you that I had to tell you something?” She asked.

I nodded in response.

“Well I’ve decided to tell you now.”

Before I could say anything, Penelope grabbed my hand and led me out of the ballroom. I was confused with where she was taking me, but I didn’t complain.

We made it outside where fire pits were placed to keep warm if you wished to be outside. Penelope passed several people and the fountain before we arrived at a completely deserted area.

“Why must you tell me here?” I asked.

“Because I can’t let what I’m about to tell you be heard from other people.”

I was intrigued before, but now I am even more intrigued. What is so important that she can’t risk it getting out to someone else. The only thing I could think of is….Wait. Did she do what I did with Benedict with Colin again? And maybe something more?

“Pen….Did you and Colin…”

“What oh my goodness no! It is nothing of that sort. We did nothing more besides that one kiss.”

Relief traveled my body. I thought Penelope and Colin had relations and I got frightened for a moment. Many young girls throughout the ton do not know what intercourse is, but I do. My mama wanted to make sure that my sister and I didn’t get pregnant accidentally, so she told us about it about two years ago.

Around the same time Penelope found out about Marina Thompson’s condition, and she wondered how that came to be, so I told Penelope about it (which is how Penelope knows about intercourse, well most of it because I didn’t tell her everything).

“So if the secret wasn’t that then what is it?” I asked.

I looked at Penelope and noticed that she was playing with her fingers. She was really nervous. I grabbed her shaking hands and led her to a nearby bench, so she could be more comfortable.

“You can take your time Pen, or you don’t have to even tell me, since you are so worked up about—“

“No I want to tell you. When I was talking to Lord Debling earlier, I told him that I have not been honest with him and that I was pretending to be someone that I am not. And I do not wish to do that anymore. And after our conversation I realized that that applies to you as well. You deserve to know who I am.”

“I don’t quite understand.”

“No I don’t expect you to, but you will once I tell you…it’s just that last time someone found out about this, they didn’t look at me the same way and we are no longer friends.”

I thought about who that could possibly be.

“Are you talking about Eloise?” I asked.

She nodded her head and I grabbed her hand once again.

“Whatever you tell me won’t change how I perceive you. You will always be my friend Pen. Never forget that.”

Penelope smiled with appreciation.

“Thank you Y/nn. That means a lot.”

Penelope took her hand away, straightened her hair and smoothed out her gown.

“I…I…”

I encouraged her to continue.

“I am Lady Whistledown.”

#bridgerton #bridgerton season 3 #benedict bridgerton #benedict x reader #friends to lovers #penelope featherington #francesca bridgerton #violet bridgerton

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So we had a lot of "multiply the Baudelaires" pitches again recently so I thought it would be fun to pitch it. I did a 13 Baudelaires AU pitch (meaning there would be one extra that wouldn't fit into a Violet-Klaus-Sunny category). I even decided to draw some "childhood memories" but I only got to Klaus and Nick's birth.

Ok, so let's introduce all the names and perhaps some character introduction. I pitched this in my head like yesterday, so... if I ever DID write anything about this, lots could change.

I also want to say, IF I'd end up writing this, then it wouldn't be a full asoue au. I think 13 is that magic number where VFD decides it's not worth burning down a house, and so the kids grow up in peace. So, the AU would then be them having chaotic sibling adventures - maybe 13 chapters where every sibling gets their own chapter.

Now, the names and character introductions under the cut!

Lilac - I wanted to try being more original but tbh after Connie’s fic, it was just set in stone that she IS Lilac and it feels weird to call her something else. As the oldest she wants to be the one in control, but especially her 2 year younger (actually 1 year and 10 months younger but practically 2) sisters try to share the responsibility with her. She doesn’t really want them to do that because she wants to be in charge, but then she complains about getting no help. So like, she’s never really satisfied 😆 Oh well. Lilac loves inventing and has created tons of gadgets over the years that both has helped around the house but also has entertained herself and everyone around her. She’s a lesbian, but does not know it yet.

Violet - Oldest of the first set of triplets. She really looks up to her big sister and as a kid she wanted to copy everything she did in hopes of becoming like her. But she is the closest to her triplet sisters. The three seem so well behaved, but if they’re quiet, you know that mischief is brewing… Violet is a mechanic, and likes to fix both broken machines and vehicles. But she especially likes to fix Lilac’s inventions that broke (many times hoping to get her approval by doing it). She is bisexual.

Lavender - As you can notice from the illustration, she is not really a Violet from the book or any adaptation. She’s more an ”original” design Violet I guess. Lavender is an illustrator, and you will rarely see her without pen and pencil. She illustrates everything from architectural structures to her surroundings, to even using her skills to make silly comics. Sometimes she also uses it to draw a plan for her and her sister’s upcoming mischief… She is pansexual.

Veronika - I contemplated a long if I wanted to spell it with a C or a K, and I chose K because it just felt fun for once. She is an architect, who already has constructed a treehouse in their garden and a playhouse for the younger kids. It’s not always she uses manuals either, it kind of sits in her head how everything is gonna be. She is bisexual.

Kent - Despite being the 5th kid and thus one of the older ones, Kent is very babied by his older sisters. Sure, they baby all their younger siblings, but specifically him for some reason. Nonetheless, he loves the affection he gets from them, even if it means he doesn’t really get as authorative to his younger siblings. Kent is a writer, always having new ideas for stories. He loves telling them for anyone who will listen and is often picked to put the youngest kids to bed by telling them a bedtime story. He is asexual.

Klaus - The older of the twins, even if Nick does not want to treat it as if it’s like that. Also, yeah, it’s hard not to make Klaus and Nick twins… either way! Klaus is the family researcher, and now seems to know facts about practically everything you can think of. Both very important facts and very useless facts. But both can be valuable! He is gay.

Nick - Often called a troublemaker. What is he supposed to say? Sometimes it’s boring to just sit still and do what you’re told. Especially if someone messes with his siblings. Only HE can do that. Nick is the family explorer. As a kid he explored every corner of the house, as well as the whole garden. If he’s not in the room, he has probably wandered off to one of his many hiding places. He has only told a handful of his siblings about the trapdoor in the living room… Nick is asexual.

Indie - The Baudelaire that is not based on any canon sibling. Indie is just… Indie. They don’t talk much - not because they can’t, but because they like to observe more than speak. Many of their siblings have called them the family spy. They’re great at spying on people without getting caught, and they won’t tell anyone either unless asked to. Practically all of their siblings have come to them in private to ask about what they’ve heard about another sibling, and Indie has not promised to be silent about that. But maybe it could have stopped a few fights to keep their mouth shut. Indie has also from an early age neither felt much like a ”girl” nor a ”boy”. Having gotten lots of hand me downs, they love wearing their sister’s old sweater even if it’s too big for them, and their brother’s old shoes, even if they’re very run down.

Solitude - I liked to make one of the Sunnies older than normal, and thus Solitude is 6. She loves to collect animals, and has a full collection of bugs, amphibians and worms. Everyone has a name too, and she’ll be very mad if you just refer to them by their species. That’s not a ladybug, that is Lady Oscar! Solitude knows that her animal friends likes it the best outside, so her collection is tiny houses she has built for them (with the help of her big sister Veronica), but she visits every day to talk to them.

Lars - Just like I wanted an older Sunny, I wanted a younger-than-normal Klaus. So, here’s Lars. He’s a bit of a mix of the luckiest kids in the world-kid, but also I felt like I needed to make one of the brothers blonde. Lars is hyped about everything around him. His twin sister’s bugs and frogs, Kent’s stories or Lavender’s comics… he’s constantly entertained! And he wants to entertain people himself! You’ll often see him practice a performance to an invisible audience, or to his younger sisters who gladly will watch him. Lars does it all - singing, circus tricks, magic… he wants to also try a puppet show, he just needs to learn how to do that…

Sally - When I am saying she and her sisters are 1 year olds, it’s very different depending on how many months they are. But I’d say they JUST turned 1, so they’re 12 months old. Sally loves to bite! She has very sharp teeth and it’s not uncommon seeing her bite on a rock. One time she bit a rock so much it became super smooth! Otherwise, Sally is a pretty normal baby who tries her hardest to learn to walk. Her sister Sunny already knows how, and that has made her incredibly jealous!

Sunny - Just turned 1 and is already the family chef! Sunny showed an interest for cooking as soon as she learned to grip onto things, and while she can’t be trusted alone with cutlery just yet, she has definitely been a help in the kitchen to make the meals more tasty.

Linda - The name is directly from ”Lil’ Linda” from The luckiest kids in the world, but I changed the design a bit. Linda is the most ”normal” baby, in the sense that she doesn’t aspire to much just yet. She often converses in baby talk with her triplet sisters, and while it was fun when they were younger, her sisters have started to show an interest in learning the words of the older people. Linda is not interested to converse with the older people. Nor is she interested in walking, and doesn’t get why Sally seems to eager to do it now when Sunny can. Linda just wants to be a baby forever. Crawl around, receiving cuddles and kisses… getting to sleep whenever and wherever you want… getting to use the bathroom whenever you want… why does everyone seem to want to grow up? Why is everything changing so fast?

Ok, that was a lot! It is very addicting to just pitch ”multiply the asoue siblings” AUs. Maybe I can pitch a 12 Quagmires AU next or something. Even if I never actually write anything, it’s so fun just to pitch it.

#asoue #a series of unfortunate events #asoue au #the baudelaires

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countrymusiclover · 30 days ago

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47 - Chezney Lannister

Part 48

The Last Velaryon

Tag list - list @rise-my-angel @cdragons @kmc1989 @starkleila @1not-today-satan1 @rheanyraaaa

Tyrion’s pov

Entering Haelesa’s chambers I found the now short white hair woman rocking in a wooden chair cradling her sleeping daughter in her arms. It had been some time since I had seen her, my how she had changed. Her attention didn’t dare shift away from the babe in her arms, so focused and protective over her young wolf cub. It was only when I cleared my throat and announced my presence in the room did she pull her attention away. “My, my, isn’t she precious.”

“Tyrion. Apologies, I did not hear you come in. I must confess that someone has taken my focus this morning.” She raised her head up, uttering out a playful chuckle. rion. My apologies I did not hear you come in. I must confess that someone else has gotten all my attention this morning.” She softly chuckles in response.

Crossing the room I set my eyes on the sleeping infant. She was clearly an equal copy of both her parents' physical features. “She’s very beautiful, Hael. Just like her mother.”

“Thank you, Tyrion.” She sent me a grin changing the subject, always being two steps ahead now just like I warned before the Red Wedding. "She's everything to me."

I swirled the wine in my goblet, the silence stretching between us. She knew me well enough to recognize the prelude to a difficult conversation. I have always been a kind and perceptive soul, hidden beneath layers of cynicism and sardonic wit.

"And what of her future, Haelesa?" I finally asked, his voice low. "Winterfell is… unforgiving. A new mother and her young husband with the spirit of a direwolf..." I trailed off, letting the unspoken anxieties hang in the air.

She sighed, looking down at Cadenza. "I'll find a way," I said, more to myself than to him. "I always do."

I leaned forward, my expression serious. "What if… there was another way? A way to secure her future, and your own, Haelesa?"

Her brows furrowed. "What are you suggesting, Tyrion?"

I took a deep breath. "I've been giving this a great deal of thought, Haelesa. And I know how you feel about Chezney."

Her heart skipped a beat. Chezney. Her dearest friend, my confidante, the woman who had been by her side through thick and thin. They had been inseparable since childhood, sharing secrets and dreams under the watchful eyes of the Old Gods. She looked at me, confusion warring with a sudden, unsettling flutter of hope. "Chezney? What does she have to do with this?"

"Chezney loves you, Haelesa. I've seen it for years. And you love her too, though perhaps you haven't allowed yourself to admit it. And she’s a lady of Winterfell, the loyal lady in waiting to you, Lady Stark. Knowing you, you would never wish to see her unhappy.”

I paused, watching her reaction carefully. "Chezney has made it clear to me that she has no interest in a political marriage. She is a simple girl who wishes to hopefully find love like I have with Robb.”

“I’m aware. And if you’d let me wed her, I promise to keep making her happy with a simple life." He managed a wry smile, but the pain behind it was palpable. “When it comes to wives. They tend to… leave. Or try to kill me."

"I am sorry, Tyrion." She said honestly. She had witnessed enough court intrigue to know it could be brutal.

"Thank you." He said, shaking his head. "Anyway, the point is, I want a wife. A woman I can trust, a woman who can manage my affairs while I am away, a woman who won't try to poison my wine. And frankly, Haelesa, I trust Chezney implicitly. I know her sense of honor, her intelligence, her loyalty. And I love Chezney just as much as you do."

Haelesa rose from her chair calling for a handmaiden nearby. “Violet!”

“You called for me, my lady.” The lady in waiting who had helped her escape Lord Frey gave her a curtsy when she entered the room.

Lady Velaryon handed her baby girl to the woman before grabbing me by the arm and led me out and down the long hallway. “Watch my baby for a minute. Let’s go find your future wife.”

Shortly afterwards we stood outside her chambers door with her best friend kicking opened the door. Chezney rose from her chair taken back by our presence. “Haelesa. Tyrion, is something wrong?”

“Tyrion, here has something to ask you. I have no doubt that you will find it an enjoyable question.”

My mind raced. This was madness. I was a Lannister, a man with a past so stained with blood and betrayal that it threatened to consume anyone who dared get close. And yet… the warmth in Chezney's eyes, the quiet strength that radiated from her, was undeniably alluring.

"Tyrion?" Haelesa pressed, her impatience evident. "What do you want to ask her?"

I looked from Haelesa's eager face to Chezney's hesitant hope. I thought of the loneliness that had gnawed at me for years, the constant fear of betrayal, the unending weight of expectation. And then, I thought of Chezney. Of her quiet strength, her unwavering gaze, her capacity for kindness.

A slow smile spread across my face. "Chezney, after my first marriage failed I thought that I would never find love again. But that all changed when I met you. So Chezney, if you are truly willing, I would be honored to call you my wife. Will you marry me?”

Haelesa squealed with delight, clapping her hands together. Chezney, on the other hand, stood rooted to the spot, her eyes wide with disbelief. "You… you do?" she stammered.

"I do," I confirmed, my voice surprisingly firm. "Provided, of course, that you understand the… complexities of marrying a Lannister."

A faint smile touched Chezney's lips. "I am not afraid of complexities, Tyrion," she said, her voice clear and strong. "I am only afraid of… disappointment."

"Then I promise you, Chezney," I said, meeting her gaze with all the sincerity I could muster. "I will do everything in my power to ensure that you are not disappointed."

Haelesa embraced Chezney, showering her with congratulations. I watched them, a strange sense of peace settling over me. Perhaps, just perhaps, I had stumbled upon something truly precious. Perhaps, in this sun-drenched corner of the world, I had finally found a reason to believe in happiness again.

Chezney suddenly crossed the room sliding down onto her knees, throwing her arms around me with such joy. “I love you, Tyrion.”

“I love you too. Oh, I have something for you.” I hugged her back for a minute before I remembered the ring I had inside my tunic. Breaking the hug I reached inside, drawing it out as she held out her left hand. “It’s not traditional. But I could not give you one of my mothers rings.”

Haelesa came over hugging both of us at the same time before leaving us alone and going to search for her husband to inform him of the news. “I’m so happy for you two. I’ll inform Robb and get a Septon here as soon as possible. Congratulations you guys.”

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praetoravila · 8 months ago

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distant memories tucked away

a/n: based slightly off an old baby photo that i found from my first birthday. once again, i have so many feelings about wren and olive and nowhere to put them. also peep me trying to figure out la geography. i hc that when wren first moved to la at 16, she got an apartment in boyle heights and she lived there until olive was about three years old. then she moved to a bigger studio apartment in central la, before she moved to the palm woods which is nearby LAX. if you want a soundtrack for this drabble, listen to everything i know from in the heights original broadway cast recording. it sets the tone perfectly.

taglist: @myloveforhergoeson @ceruleanmusings @raging-violets @bibaybe @daughter-of-melpomene @nolanhollogay @ithinkyouhealedmyheart @selangkir @happinessismagicc

There are two copies of the photo. One of them rests on the corkboard in Olive’s room, amongst others of her and Wren and distant cousins, and the people they lived with in Whittier Place off of Boyle Street.

The other lies tucked into Wren’s box of Olive’s baby clothes and toys. The box that resides under her bed.

The photo is simple. Olive is a baby, maybe a year old. Wren is still clearly a teenager. Her hair is pulled back into a ponytail and she’s grinning at the camera, trying to get Olive to smile as well. Her gold Chicana approved earrings glimmer in the LA sun.

Olive on the other hand is dressed in a red shirt with strawberries decorating it. Her pants which inevitably end up stained are a thin white linen.

She’s holding a popsicle, red coloured juice flowing down her fingers.

Even as a baby, she has wide brown eyes that stare off into the distance. Wren’s fingers are smushed against her cheeks, trying to make her giggle. It’s a total and utter failure.

Wren doesn’t remember who took the photo. It might have been Ricky Rodriguez from apartment 232, or Mrs. Madga Perez from across the hall.

Hell it could be anyone, but she knows it wasn’t one of their parents.

She had been living on her own for three years at this point.

In five years, Olive will start to spend every summer with her. In seven years, Olive will move into her apartment full time.

At fourteen and twenty four, they will move into the Palm Woods.

At fourteen and three quarters and twenty four, Olive will get arrested and Wren will wonder how she failed her sister that badly.

At fifteen, Olive falls in love for the first time and Wren prays to a God that she isn’t quite sure she believes in that it works out.

(Spoiler alert, after a lot of tough moments and a lot of teenage stupidity, eventually it does.)

But for now, they are immortalized in a photo taken on someone’s shitty old Canon at a neighborhood block party. Olive is still just a baby with wide eyes and a gummy smile, and Wren should be in college but she’s chasing her dreams of becoming an actress, and the LA sun is beaming down on both of their face.

#oc; olive pasqualina #oc; wren pasqualina #big time rush oc #btr oc #*mine #*mine: fanfic #dyn: olive & wren (you're my sister and i love you)#Spotify

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bapydemonprincess · 1 year ago

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Poetry

Prince Soma knows he is gifted in many things these English boys are just learning. From Maths to History, to Cricket and Latin, to painting portraits and learning various instruments.

But being in the Scarlet Fox House also means unique separate assignments via the House Master.

And this time their House Master has insisted:

"I want all of you to write the most romantic poem you can, from your own words! Your own heart and soul! No cheating and copying anyone famous, now."

And this is one thing the Prince finds himself stuck on.

He certainly didn't mind all the lovely romantic stories and poetry so far that the housemaster assigned, but...

Having to make up his own poem about something romantic??

He just.. doesn't get it.

A big thing Soma assumes is maybe there is a language issue. Do English consider romance that important? Do they define it differently here??

Soma knows most of his fellow House mates, especially Redmond and Maurice, but he has a feeling they both might be too busy these days to help him.

And the House Master himself is a good fellow, fun and amusing to listen to. He keeps Soma at attention very well!

But...

"Oh, what is there not to get, Your Majesty?? It is ROMANCE! It is what everyone, man and woman, eventually find! One day YOU will join one of those lucky sorts, especially with your culture back home, I'm sure, and become a KING with a QUEEN!"

....

Soma needs to find someone else to help him with this. There has to be someone.. maybe in another House??

He... is terrified of going near Violet Wolf House. He would only go to those guys in the most desperate of times!!

He knows damn well there's a reason Green Lion House doesn't have anything to do with poetry...

And finally he finds himself at Sapphire Owl House.

And almost is tempted to even try Ciel for a question even if he knows that boy likely doesn't care about anything romantic.

When suddenly Ciel's butler is coming around a corner!

A strange noise leaves the Prince and he is frozen, unable to take another step forward.

And "Mister Michaelis" also stops just after he'd come around the corner, staring right back.

"...Prince? Whatever are you-"

"I-I GOT LOST, I'M SORRY, I'LL-"

Suddenly he's in front of him, hand pressing to the Prince's mouth.

"Prince, stop yelling, your majesty, it's too early still for such theatrics."

The sweat drenched prince nods in agreement.

And Sebastian cautiously removes his hand.

"Now, why are you here? If you are looking for young m- ah, Phantomhive, he is doing class work at the moment."

"Well, um, I..."

Soma screams at himself WHY IS HE BOTHERING, JUST GO MAKE UP ANYTHING FOR THE POEM AND TURN IT IN.

"I was.. wondering if.. you could help me with.. an assignment...?"

"Hmm? Whyever me? I am the Blue House Master, not the Red-"

"BUT THIS ASSIGNMENT WAS CONFUSING AND NOBODY IN MY DORM GETS WHY, THEY THINK IT'S BECAUSE I'M NOT FROM HERE, BUT-"

"Prince you are yelling again.."

"Augh, I'm sorry- I'm sorry I'm just so frustrated, I thought I could handle poetry and I have so far, but this.."

"What is it they want?"

The Prince bows his head, as if ashamed, and shuts his eyes tight as if he cannot bare to see the reaction to his next words.

"I need to write a poem.. about.. romance. Something.. romantic."

....

Everything is so quite. So quite the prince almost fears Sebastian left.

But he finally does look up...

And sees...

The butler looking deep in thought.

He is looking away over at the glass windows, eyes away into space. Thoughtful about this.

His eyebrows even go down.

...Confused??

"Hmm, well, the idea of "romance" is a very common topic when it comes to poetry. Especially here, for the English have so loved to romanticize even the most ghastly unromantic things..."

Soma is confused again.

"What?"

Is all he can say.

The butler lets out one of his rare chuckles, and smiles back down at the prince.

"Romance is not originally about love, your majesty. No matter what these h- ahem, English men try to put in your mind. Romance is a concept, indeed that humanity has thought of, but it has been used to describe so much more than the concept of falling in love."

".....Huh??"

Is again all the prince can answer with.

"Prince Soma, remember the day you first came here to Britain. What was that first excursion like? Do you recall how you felt?"

"....It.. was snowing when Agni and I finally took to the streets. I.. I was finally able to see snow for the first time."

Soma started to smile.

"It was so beautiful, in the dark of night, seeing this soft white stuff cover roofs and streets, while street lights glowed brightly. The way it was so small, but there was so much of it. Softer than sand! Lovelier! Prettier! And then we saw how everyone reacted to it. Children and mothers running briskly along. Horse drivers rushing to go faster to get to their destinations. The guffs of air from the people's mouths and from even the horses snorting and whinnying. And-"

Sebastian hand his hands gently on the boys shoulders.

"That, Prince Soma, is romantic."

The prince's eyes blew open wide.

"The joy of your first experience seeing snow. A moment that only happened once. You can never experience that same exact feeling ever again. It is a beautiful moment. Only for you. it is yours. That is the true concept of romanticism."

"I- I..."

Soma pushed the butler's hands off him at once.

"I MUST GO WRITE!!! THAT- THAT ISN'T THE ONLY MOMENT- I MUST GO DESCRIBE SO MUCH MORE!!!"

Sebastian smiled and waved.

"Enjoy your writing, your majesty," He called.

And the prince practically fell over, trying to stop himself.

To turn back and wave wildly to Ciel's Butler and grin.

"THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!"

And Sebastian just smiled wider.

The poetry reading turned out brilliaintly.

In fact.. it seemed to go even better than Soma imagined.

He'd doubted all the way that his writing would meet up to the House Master's expectations, given what the man had been going on about regarding what he thought romance was.

But next thing the Prince knew, after his reading...

He was facing an entire classroom of crying, sobbing young men, as well as the House Master himself.

"BRAVO, Kadar, BRAVO!!" the House Master gushed, and stood from his desk to give a standing ovation.

And the other boys followed suit!

... Well, Maurice stayed sitting, arms crossed, refusing to look forward even though Soma HAD definitely seen tears escaping down his cheeks... in the color of his eye make up, no less...

And Soma grinned.

Yeah, this school sure was fun!

#kuroshitsuji #kuroshitsuji 2024 #sebastian michaelis #prince soma #soma asman kadar #maurice cole #mombastian #dadbastian #my writing

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lexiandliterature · 1 year ago

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copy paste & copyright: i loved fourth wing and i think i know why.

like everyone else, i have been patiently waiting for the third book of the empyrean series "onyx storm" to release and as i've been waiting, i've had some thoughts.

i've come to two conclusions as to why i enjoyed it so much, the first being the pacing. when i first read the books i could not put them down. credit to rebecca yarros because the flow was amazing. the endings of each chapter we're excellent and i couldn't wait to read the next chapter after i had just finished the last.

and the more important second conclusion, that her books are the literally a copy and paste every single dystopian/fantasy novel that has come before her.

don't believe me? well think for yourself.

when i first read fourth wing, i got this really strange feeling that i'd already read something very similar. and i was not wrong! red queen by victoria aveyard IS SO SIMILAR. two girls get ripped from their lives to join a magical school to hone their abilities, both of them lightning wielders with eventually some kind of light dyed hair at their tips. Both of them have an older brother who's just mysteriously died who we later learn aren't actually dead. and they both have friends that are actually in love with them (Kilorn vs Dain). they both fall in love with someone very very off limits, get a shocking reveal and then realize they are the pinnacle of this giant rebellion! also the naming? war storm? onyx storm?

not convinced? then let's compare it to divergent by veronica roth.

they both come from a quiet more reserved and then go to a place where they are to become soldiers (abnegation to dauntless, scribe to basgiath). they both have to take a test of bravery (tris' jump into the pit and violet's parapet). they both are extraordinarily weak but still have to fight in weekly fights where they basically almost die. when they finally start advancing in the rankings due to training they both receive assassination attempts (tris being almost thrown into a pit and violet being almost killed in her sleep). oh and don't forget BOTH of them fall in love with their superior. to top it all off, they're both the pinnacle of some rebellion.

i still LOVE fourth wing though because it honestly has some of my favorite parts of every single trope. and i understand that writers take influence from one another....

just me?

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e-adlirez · 2 years ago

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Dancing Shadows was wild like they really tried to convince us that a self trained ballerina was better than professionally trained ones lmao

Like that's not how ballet works sweetie😭

DON'T SLANDER CARLOTTA LIKE THAT SHE WAS AMAZING /J

Yeah that's fair, Dancing Shadows does have a cliche plot and it's not very realistic with Carlotta's backstory/development, but you can't deny, the book does earn its place as a golden age book :]

At least in my opinion anyway, the girls' brains were showcased like hell in that book and you love to see it. Also aesthetic, you can't deny the aesthetic

On Carlotta tho, yeah her character in general is probably by far the least realistic part of the book, but even then the focus was more on the judges trying to sabo the competition than Carlotta herself. Being real, her skill in ballet probably would've been more like uh

Okay if we're gonna go with the lore here, she is a self-taught ballerina whose skill allowed her to qualify for this mega-prestigious dance competition, so her skill would be (compared to everyone else in the competition) mid at best? I think? If we disregard everyone being like "beautiful, amazing, prodigy", she'd probably be mid in the competition. Don't get me wrong, that'd probably be a "WHAT" kinda skill level for someone in her situation, but uh yeah with Mice for Dance sabo-ing, girlie probably won't make it past first round, especially if the MfD judges were rig-y enough that only Colette and Violet, both classically trained students, made it among the Thea Sisters in the preliminary rounds, which, funny enough, was what would've happened in the book haha. Rousetti's vote really did carry her huh

Okay ramble over, main thing I liked about the book was the emphasis on the message of "it's not about if you went to a bougie-ass school, it's about if you genuinely care for the art and put effort into it". And the girls big-braining the crap outa getting the MfD judges and competitors exposed for their shenanigans. The switcheroo was a clever one change my mind

Also the theme of where the line where artistic legitimacy is drawn. The book has these debates peppered around about whether or not it truly matters what your background of education is in ballet in order for it to be legitimate ballet, highlighted especially in Vasily and Pyotr's debate, where Vasily believes that ballet should be open to influences from around the world, while Pyotr believes that authentic ballet only exists in the traditions taught in Russian dance schools. It's kind of a debate that happens in all forms of art in some flavor, and in the book, neither Vasily nor Pyotr are proven right or wrong, if that makes sense. Even when Carlotta makes it big, she's still kind of a point in Pyotr's favor, since she's a ballet nerd who studied as much as she could about the tradition and the art in general despite being a self-taught dancer who watched ballerinas dance from backstage and then copied their movements in front of a mirror to the best of her ability. So seeing where artists fall in that spectrum of the debate is something I find interesting (when ignorant idiots aren’t the ones debating).

Edit: I only realized that I didn’t finish the thought last night, how did I only notice it now, I dunno you tell me

#thea stilton #thea sisters #questions with e #ramble #fr tho carlotta with ballet for you is pam with drums for me #woman in mouseford book 7 was like “i remember making drumsets out of pots and pans as a kid”#“that means I can play drums at performance quality right?”#and I was like NO #NOOOOO #BESTIE YOU'RE NOT GONNA HAVE THE BODY COORDINATION TO CARRY A BEAT AND DO FILL-INS AT CONCERT QUALITY FIRST TRY #speaking as a drummer student btw #WOMAN REALLY THOUGHT SHE COULD PRODIGY HER WAY THROUGH THE DRUMS WHICH NAAAHHH BRUH #NAAAAHHHH #IT TOOK ME A YEAR OF PRACTICE EVERY OTHER WEEK JUST TO GET TO HALFWAY DECENT #wanna bet that the concert the girls just had pam knee jerk her way through the kickbass and the tune was steady enough that she #got away with it anyway

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cloudbattrolls · 1 year ago

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Digging Deeper

This drabble is preceded by The Waiting Game and followed by Dead Silent.

You can see her slip, can't you? Start to reveal how paranoid she really is? It's a wonder she holds together, but I can't say I admire her for it.

Ullane calls a woman who works for her once in a while, one of the few people she trusts who isn’t fully troll: Zanzul Varzim, who for various reasons is a better reason to call than her signmate to the clinic proper.

The violet comes in several hours later, fortunately not too far from the clinic at the moment, walking in quietly and going to the yellowblood’s office.

The medic has asked the horrorterror hybrid here to use her marvelous ears; her bloodline’s various abilities include hearing ghosts.

The violet closes her eyes, focusing, her iridescent fins twitching slightly as her spots softly glow. When she opens her eyes, they are glowing slightly whitish violet as well.

Zanzul, notepad at the ready, asks Calcit’s ghost if he remembers how he got injured and who attacked him, what tip he was investigating, and how he acquired the information.

Unfortunately, shades of the dead are not always coherent; few hold onto their minds fully in death.

The blueblood’s remnant rambles that they took from his veins what they could not take from his purse, his pockets empty when what they sought was silver.

Riches flow toward those who copy, he says. This crime was slight, their others greater. He was led astray by promises of truth and justice, but was delivered only emptiness and invisibility.

Ullane has Zanzul question Calcit about his silver further, but he becomes more incoherent, yet still somewhat eloquent.

Before he fades entirely, he asks what killed him, if her tools were not the cause?

His lyrical speaking style reminds the medic of her ex auspicitice, and she tries not to think of Widsth Orpheo; there is work to do, and Zanzul has to go.

She returns to the information Yarrex give her about her employee, Halvir Urtyop; the nurse who was the last to see Calcit before he died.

He’s worked for the clinic for several perigees and is noted to be calm and good with patients, with a polite but distant mannerism toward his coworkers, with a perfect legal record and good references.

Ullane dryly comments that she can’t decide if it’s a false lead or if Halvir is way too good at covering his tracks. Yarrex remarks that she might want to decide before the trial, and Ullane deadpans that he’s so wise.

To rule out sabotage from one angle, though she knows it unlikely, Ullane checks the medical machines Calcit was hooked up to that night just to be on the safe side; they are all perfectly in order, her part-time mechanic Priori Poster keeping them well-maintained as always.

She discusses her next course of action with Xrumon and Yarrex privately in her office, wondering if she should have Halvir followed as she did with Jixill instead of trying to talk to him.

Luckily, both men point out that this is a bad idea and that if word of it got out, things would become very tense in the clinic.

Yarrex asks her if she knows any fortune tellers or tarot readers, and as Xrumon wears a pained look Ullane tells the brownblood to go in a corner and put on a dunce cap.

To her surprise, he actually pulls a dunce cap out of his sylladex and does so, leaving the mediculler a bit flummoxed. She asks him why he has that, and he states that he needs to be prepared when working for her.

Ullane had no idea he had one and looks at him as if he fell through the ceiling. Xrumon points out, reluctantly, that she did tell him to do that.

The woman briefly covers her face with her hands and tries to continue onward.

To avoid seeming as if she’s singling Halvir out, the administrator asks all the staff on duty that night if they saw or heard anything suspicious, and receives a variety of answers: Halvir himself says he was surprised at how fast Calcit deteriorated, someone else mentions graffiti on the wall outside, yet another person mentions that the back door was strangely unlocked, and last of all, an entire cellphone was reported thrown away in a trash can.

The final scrap of news catches Ullane’s immediate attention, though she makes note of the others as well.

It may be nothing.

It may be a piece of evidence she sorely needs.

The phone, the phone.

If it weren't for me, it would have been useless.

Though I have to give credit elsewhere, too.

#cloud writes #more to lose #ullane wistim #xrumon arigah #yarrex fissaa #zanzul varzim

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astridhoff03 · 1 year ago

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A Little Look back at the Fourth Wing Doulogy so far

I still don’t hate the books just Violet and Xadens Romance annyoed me trough one and two. Also still don’t care about Xaden at all. My biggest issue with him is how he is written and designed, he feels more like marketing and a copy and paste of Rhysand but forgetting what makes Rhysand interesting and compelling. Also can someone tell me why they love each other, aside from having sex with each other? It just feels written without emotion and thought. They are some good Ideas but they are mostly in the background. I would’ve liked to see more bonding between Violet and her dragons, more of Vi and her friends and family, more of the political stuff. The Dragons are treaten like mindless creatures. Also why does no Dragon have a saddle? Would make things much easier. I also don’t understand the comparison to httyd anymore, Violet and Tairn are not even like Hiccup and Toothless at all, they also don’t give the vibes of this incredible friendship that Hiccup and Toothless share. Name me one bonding moment between them? Also the comparison between Violet and Hiccup just makes me angry now, because Hiccup is a million times better written and way more intelligent than Violet. Violet is very two dimensional and a Mary Sue. They both have disabilities: Hiccup with his leg and Violet with her ehlers-Danlos syndrome. In httyd Hiccups metal leg is a handicap for him but he doesn’t treat it like a handicap even though it baffles him sometimes, he improves it troughout the trilogy. In Violets case her Syndrome just disappears. She doesn’t find a way to Life with it easier, it is just never brought up again or treated as important as it should in a book with a person that has this kind of illness. The only thing Violet thinks about is fucking Xaden, her whole world centers around him, her Family feels less important. Everything feels less important. And now we are back to all the relationship drama with Violet and Xaden. In the second book their romance is just toxic, they remind me a lot of Tom and Jun from T9R, but both romances weren’t even good to begin with. But the whole book I was just: Break up or finally die Xaden. Hell I was rudding more for Dain and his Releationship to Violet as Friends in the second book. Please never compare Violet and Xaden to Hiccstrid, that would be disgrace to a very natural, very well developed and written couple. That is probably the best Couple in Cinema/Literature. Fourth Wing 1 and 2 are really overrated and it shouldn’t count in the section of Fantasy and Romantsy. Erotic Fantasy fits better. I just wished the romance wouldn’t be the focus of the Story, it could be so much more fantastic and unique if we haven’t Violet and Xaden want to fuck each other the whole time. The Story suffers under it. Rebecca Yarros has talent I could see that in more of the stuff that is going on the background. But if I were you, I would have given myself more time to practice and to figure and develop stuff and characters more. (Also mind of a scriber, heart of a rider is basically heart of a Chief, Soul of a Dragon)

But thanks to these books I know exactly what I shouldn’t do in writing a Fantasy novel were a romance is in it. I can promise you that, the love story in my first book is not the center of the Story it’s actually inspired and modelled after Hiccstrid. Which every Romance Author should take a cake of, because Hiccstrid is awesome in every way possible.

#fourth wing #violet and xaden #violet and tairn #violet sorrengail #xaden riorson #xadenviolet #xaden and sgaeyl #tairn and andarna #andarna #lilith sorrengail #mira sorrengail #brennan sorrengail #onyx storm

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saiakv · 1 year ago

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The antiphon to x : @limitlessscion

Suguru's dorm room was on the right wing of the second floor; where the sun did not touch but for a few hours during midday. He had been blessed with a comparatively cooler room, which Yaga-sensei referred to as 'second-year privilege'. Having a comfortable bed to return to after arduous missions was nice — but his favorite part was probably the spacious window. You could jump out of the window in the dead of night and marvel upon the starry sky thar almost reminded him of his hometown. And if he was around during the afternoon, he liked to sit on the windowsill and enjoy the quietude of campus in company of endeared shonen protagonists.

Recently, he had discovered it also made for a nice setting to hold a meaningful conversation before sundown. And albeit this one starting off heated ( nihilism pissed Suguru off to no end; especially when it was framed with effervescent nonchalance, as if living your life ruled by hedonism was something to flaunt ) it quickly assumed a quieter tone.

Especially after that bomb his friend dropped so unassumingly amidst the conversation.

Seeing Satoru sombre was a rare thing; it made him swallow whatever snappy retort he had been brewing just as the copy of One-Piece aimed for his friend's head was lowered to sit between his folded legs instead. The finger wagged in his face was inconsequential — Suguru's chin had only dropped with shock, after all. Sometimes Satoru overestimated how quickly other people process things, he had noted; especially something like that.

What was I doing when I was six? He ponders quietly as the other continues to speak. Vivid images of his father's smile comes to mind, head peaking out among the hydrangea with their pale blue leaves. The sound of birds chirping, Morioka's idyllic landscape blooming around the frosted mountain — his mother's voice calling them both back in for a cooling bowl of soba... He swallows hard, neck suddenly clogged with his heartbeat at his throat.

There's that long, pregnant pause where violet eyes merely linger upon the other boy's visage with an expression that floats between stunted and sympathetic. It's not as though Suguru has not heard about what growing up in the most prominent sorcerer clan was like before; it's one of the main reasons why, despite their discrepancy in prestige & wealth, he has never once felt jealous about his own humble beginnings. Satoru's life had not been easy, just because it was packaged in fancy wrapping. But to be let in on the gruesome details... it certainly humbled his spirited tone to a quiet murmur as he continued, leaning against the window frame.

❝ When... I was younger, I used to think that killing someone is just wrong. ❞ He hugged one knee close to his chest. ❝ But, life as a jujutsu sorcerer has made me question that already. In the end there are situations that you'd have to live through to understand; it's arrogant to claim you would never kill someone when the question is just hypothetical. ❞ Eyes avert to a flock of sparrows zooming past the dormitory roof.

❝ I think... if we want to believe that life has meaning, then removing it must also have a meaning behind it. And I think it's important not to erase that line. If it's erased, then it becomes impossible to tell right from wrong. There has to be some measure of distinction; and that measure is the reason for killing. ❞ His conclusion comes softly, just as he turns to take in his friend's visage. Does anyone but his patrons know about this? Did his clan just leave a six year old with a bounty on his head unsupervised and — ah, nevermind. If Suguru wants to look at himself in the mirror when he's brushing his teeth before bed and say 'I am a good friend to this boy', he has to get past his own frustration with the injustice that was done to his friend, right?

❝ That person was coming after a child for monetary gain. I believe that gave you a very good reason. ❞ He offers an affirming smile, warm and accepting at its core. Suguru predicts his company will quickly make light of the situation, as if this isn't a grave confession; something that, if others knew about it, would probably taint the image they have of Satoru. Because it is scary to think about someone taking life when they're just a baby, like they were born for it.

❝ Still, I'm sorry. No one should have to make a choice like this at that age. You don't have to worry; I won't tell anyone else. ❞

#( aaaahhh sorry i just really needed to write this bc - haha for . uh. character development reasons! certainly :D )#( definitely not for pain and foreshadowing! definitely not quoting a certain MC gojo will end up tutoring later :D )#limitlesscion #꧕ 🇹‌🇭‌🇪‌ 🇧‌🇱‌🇺‌🇪‌ 🇸‌🇵‌🇷‌🇮‌🇳‌🇬‌ ꒰ ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ 003 ꒱

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fansideblogtocjcherryth · 2 years ago

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So I read the first book in the Foreigner series for the first time.

here is my notes as I was reading this book and as such, please be warned that some of these notes contain Spoilers of this 600 ish paged book that was published in 1994. (note: I am copy and pasting this from my Pillowfort from July the 31 and yes spoilers are here and swearing)

Book/part 1

The oh shit moment part 1 or as the best quote "God had no more Data"

The oh shit moment part two the panicking part 1

The oh ship shit part 3 the panicking part 2

The ship now is trying to hide the shittening by seeking out an emergency planet

Book/part 2

The natives see a human made UFO, medieval astronomer style. Manadigi is introduced

The humans are now in the planet exploring a bit from the ship for a colony base under the Guild.

A Manadigi seeing the humans making buildings with machines and are spying on the humans.

Humans start looking around at everything they can get there hands on like wild life and Ian finds a native and goes along with in a surrendering kind of way.

Patton Beranto is the father of Ian who really is understandable scared for his son who is with the native who has a radio on him. They are in a cave

Manadigi is with Ian and the latter is a bit tired and stressed. They do have a friendship going on though when they both learn each other's names.

Book/part 3

Bren is introduced as a character of the series after shooting an intruder who was trying to kill him with a gun that was hidden. Banichi is introduced right before Jago his bodyguards. Having to hide the gun that would be illegal to have. Tabini is introduced and bren is much frustrated at the rearrangement of the room. The aveti are particular about the numbers to a superstitious degree and tabini is a described as irreligious by the text. The aveti are described as surprising polite and likes negotiations more despite the option to be violet they could suggest in there euro-asian inspired culture. The assassin also no one filed intent. Tabani was a couple of weeks ago had been with bren and taught him to shoot the gun. Banichi gives him two keys to keep the traps from fucking him up. Bren is also conformed to have brown hair NOT FUCKING BLONDE LIKE THE DAMN COVER OF THE BOOK MAKES IT LOOK LIKE FOR FUCK SAKES, also Jago is fascinated by his hair.

Bren is in the office with Jago outside. The relationships are described as interlocking ones. You don't get an assassination unless you file for intent (could be described as a transcript or check on who ordered the assassination). Brens job is more described as someone who is a translator. Bren your suspicious acting a little something between you and tabini And you are Kind of a nervous wreck. He also under table gets paranoid as all he'll. Asks Jago if she plays cards and she hasn't , numbers numbers obsession everywhere also the mail is still missing. Trust is technically not real but described more as "webs of associations " . He is made to go to bed, the gun still in bed and him thinking about 21 years ago the war of the landing that caused the treaty happened by tabinis fourth removed predecessor for 200 years and the human station that got them here was still in space. The atevi do not trust humans. References golden eggs in patience even though he never seen a goose.

He is given breakfast by Banichi and mail. He thinks of his mother who was a teacher and has a few sons. Find out he is going to be sent to Malguri to be with Tabini's grandmother into the interior of the continent that no human has gone before. Get sent on a tram after much protesting to the idea before realizing surrendering is a better idea. Nervous despite the fine things but luckily banichi and Jago are going with him, he is panicking though and trying to think of a way to not loose control. Okay tabini's grandma sounds like a power hungry bitch and I haven't even seen her, also filled with a lot or rage , (kind of like the old ladies my mom dealt with on the job sometimes as a nurse) broke her shoulder, arm and four ribs and still kept riding at age 72 and attacked a riding concert manager with a riding crop. The building they go too looks like something that had never been built after the humans arrived and sounds more like a Gothic castle. Maigi and Dijnana are introduced as the servants. Feels trapped in an under technology advanced house on a stormy night.

Woke up with a bit of a fantasy to escape and had four courses of food. Illisidi appears and angry as hell. Cenedi brings her tea (poor bastard) to the angry can wielding old lady. She is so mean to this poor guy. Threw her tea into the fire. and then he got poisoned

Woke up after tea poisoning and found out the tea had a fuck ton of alkaloids. Feeling really frustrated with everything. Starts being paranoid at everything and losing control and trying to come up with ideas about why tabini would send him there.

Dijnana has to deal with a passive aggressive rant from Bren and Banini needs to stop being so damn distant with bren luckily bren dose confront him , unfortunately kind of doesn't get far but has banichi worried. Jago gose talk with him and has a better talk that points out something that sounds like affection.

Gets into a passive aggressive argument with illisdi and is caught to be dragged out side the house by illisdi. They meet a mecheita and he is made to ride one to his displeasure. His is named Babs Got injured while riding. Noting that the animals act like pack hunters. Also remembering an argument from tabini that eating food out of Season was weird. Thinks this might have all been a test on him. (This is becoming more like an kaon like thing to get out of a mind set) bren now feels a bit safer, (also I just love this part as you can tell)

He is with the alien camels and accidentally scares a child who asks for ribbons. Managed to come up with a lie to the tourists about how he got there and the tourists were definitely a breath of fresh air. But then a murder happened and he was dragged back inside. Banichi managed to maybe reveal a link between brens attacker and him while pointing out the assassin license would get fucked over. Bren causes a panic when he accidentally sets off the alarm by opening the window.

Bren apologize to illisidi profusely about the alarm fuck up. Jago got into a fight and finally got the mail he was promised. He gets a interview with a television crew. Gets into a line of thought and conversation with Jago and then gets a letter from Cenedi

Gets downstairs for a meeting with cenedi and panicking. It is bad news tabini did send him there on purpose and for his own reasons and cenedi is a scary mother fucker with the questioning

He captured, great. And they probably know he was the one who fired the gun lovely. ~Hello interrogation goddammit~. There hoping to turn him into a political tool fucking fantastic. Okay what the fu k did illisidi mean by' joined the the space station'?!

The fuck ship is fucking back fan fucking tactic. Oh and now there is a political panic fucking great now he hast to get out of the malguri Gothic manor hi is in. The babs and others could though get him through.

He is having to be on a hike with illisdi guard. Well fuck the manor explodes and now he freaks out emotionally.

He is still with illisdi is canon's confirmed to be a chaotic neutral or good. Jago, banichi and bren reunited but banich is really badly injured and holy hell is everything fucked.

Well this reads like a nervous breakdown fanfucking tactic. Luckily they are in wigairiin

He did find a plane but had to watch brominandi beat up everyone for the computer.

God what fucking great way to end the story. I fucking love it with tge plans to contact the ship, everyone okay, illisdi being Less of a mean old batch, the polyamory coded shit and being chill for two seconds.

#foreigner series #foreigner series spoilers #bren cameron #ilisidi #c. j. cherryh #jago #banichi #Manadigi #Ian #Patton Beranto #Dijnana #brominandi

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fangsandfeels · 2 years ago

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About Violet, @astarions-wife here dug up something very interesting while exploring a cemetery at Reithwin. Of course, it's just a theory, but there is only one Violet in the game, who conveniently happens to be one of Cazador's spawns. But, besides them sharing a name, some things add up too:

Thanks to the video by the wonderful @lucrezianoin here, we get a glimpse into the personalities of other spawns after the fight with Cazador. And Violet is extremely poetic in her speech ("Violet blooms again"), choosing the fanciest words to say she wouldn't be the monster like Cazador. Even her tone of voice and the manner of speaking are very interesting. Someone has points in Performance.

Judging by her diary, Violet has a mean streak and is something that we would have called a little diva if the environment she and others lived in hadn't been fucked up. If we apply her former career, it adds up a bit: she was extremely bitter about being reduced to this and took it out on other spawns while also seeking to improve her conditions by being the most successful hunter next to Leon.

Cazador might have visited Reithwin after it had been overtaken by the followers of Shar because, with Selunites ousted or dead, it became the perfect place for a vampire lord. Maybe, he was seeking connections, investigating information about the infernal magic, or plainly stretching his legs, enjoying the chaos and the state of hapless citizens, getting slowly crushed by the Dark Justiciars. So, it's possible he saw Violet there and made the arrangements for turning her a spawn and taking her with him.

As for seduction, yes, Petras does the same thing, and he even uses the same lines in some dialogue. Still, it feels like he is trying to copy Astarion with none of his charm (if Dalyria's cringing and attempts to interrupt him are anything to go by). So, it's hard to say whether seduction was his main forte and not something he thought he was good at. Judging by that naive girl in the sewers (really, she gets invited by a random guy to have a good time in the sewer out of all places, and instead of instantly macing him, she is excited at the prospect of a new experience), Petras comes off as someone who used to hunt this exact type - young, unexperienced, with a rebellious streak.

(Sadly, we don't know much about him or who he used to be, just his attitude and the "we have Astarion at home" image. Honestly, it feels to me that he is proto-Astarion i.e., when the writers needed an idea for one of Astarion's siblings, they just used everything that didn't make it to the final version (back when Astarion was planned as a human noble obsessed with eternal life). Since it adds a very ironic level to their rivalry, I can imagine the writers wouldn't miss such an opportunity)

So, with no gaps to fill, my guess is that he was some noble's son who knew that his mere title and convenient attractiveness would let him score with lasses and lads at the Lower City if he played his cards right, and it used to be entertainment for him. When Tav shows up, Petras just bites off more than he can chew because he gets overconfident about the prospect of getting freed by the ritual.

The reason why I think that other spawns might not have been seducing people like Astarion is that the two most "productive" spawns are both connected with magic.

Leon is the top performer among the spawns, which is interesting, given that he is supposed to be one of the youngest spawns. While he has a very powerful motivator (his daughter), I think that what made him successful was his sorcery. He only needs to cast Charm Person, Sleep, or Friendship on his target -- and bring them to the palace. He could Blind them and whisk them away or Confuse them to ensure they had no idea where they were going as he led them to the palace.

Same with Violet, another spawn with high KPIs: if she wasn't just a singer but, say, a bard with some bardic magic of her own, charming and luring people would have been much easier for her, which explains her place in the list.

Yes, according to the lore, vampire spawns are supposed to be able to charm and dominate living beings. However, this amazing vampire lore compilation by @y-rhywbeth2 here revealed a fun fact: vampire lords prefer to keep their spawns in the dark about their true abilities, lying to them or withholding information. They do so both out of fear of being overthrown and pure malice. So my other headcanon is that Astarion and other spawns can do a lot of cool stuff (climb surfaces like spiders, turn into mist, etc.) but they have no idea about it because nobody told them, and they weren't allowed to experiment. Cazador might have even straight up lied that some of their abilities were "gifted" to them by him, and they get to use them only when he decides. So, with none of the siblings knowing their abilities, Leon and Violet would have an unfair advantage over others.

Got hit with more thoughts about spawns and Cazador...

...and naturally, I'm posting it here because I'm no longer a functional human being.

I remember the lingering question that Astarion seemingly being only one of the spawns using seduction to lure victims in. At least, there is no menition of other’s doing so, except for Petras. So, why is that? Why Astarion was the only one?

In my opinion, it stems from Cazador’s very particular choice of victims. In all these years, he acquired only seven spawns (except for the thousands of Turned nobody knew about), and almost all of them used to be accomplished or talented people:

- Violet, a beloved and talented songbird from Reithwin;

- Dalyria, a respected doctor working in the Parliament;

- Leon, a sorcerer (a spell modifiaction he came up with shows how good he is at his magic);

- Astarion, a magistrate with a promising future, centuries of life ahead of him, and a beauty worthy of a thousand paintings.

Following this tendency, we can assume that Yousen, Aurelia, and Petras also were similarly talented or good at something enough to attract Cazador’s attention and make him envious.

The bastard thinks very highly of himself. He calls himself the most intelligent and beautiful creature out there, and spends hours writing letters to other vampire lords, trying to convince them of his grandeur. He attempts to inflate his ego, making it finally big enough to overcompensate for his miserable inferiority complex, in any way he can: so, whenever he spies someone with a talent or potential, someone who might be better than him at anything, he snuffs them away, adds to his collection, and then breaks them over and over, making them believe that they’re nothing. He is the father who gives them purpose; they are his spawn who owe him everything; and everything they have belongs to him.

And maybe, aside from tortures, and humiliation, and gaslighting, and forcing “siblings” to hurt each other, he came up with one more way to break them - when he forces them to hunt, he forces them to use everything that made them special, loved, respected, and admired for the most gruesome things.

- Violet, previously a talented singer whose voice was fondly remembered up to Reithwin’s fall, using her voice to catch attention; using her image and charm to lure people into the palace to their death.

- Dalyria, picking her victims around apothecaries and temples that responded to the people's suffering by closing doors in their faces, seeking out refugees and ailing citizens low on coin, offering to help them, kindly inviting them to “her place” (if we take Karlach’s family as an example, finding a healer who would agree to help a less-than-wealthy family is quite a problem at the city).

- Leon, using his talents and magic to nab people from the street, to drag them to Cazador without a fight while knowing that he will never be able to use the same power against the bastard himself.

- Astarion, a previously sophisticated, proud, and beautiful elf, stripped of his dignity and pride, using his body to either seduce poor young and inexperienced souls (fulfilling their image of an ethereal and caring lover) or let himself be pawed at by drunkards and brothel-goers.

I don’t think any of Cazador’s choices were accidental. I don't think he had to roam the streets at night, looking for potential candidates; that he ever Turned any of them by chance.

They all caught his eye at some point, became an object of his obsession, and then fell victim to a scenario where they were confronted by a promise of salvation - and each time, it made Cazador giddy with excitement and a sense of self-importance. He took them away from the world because he could. He will twist and shape them to his whim because he can. And then, he will take everything from them, reducing them to miserable wretches because this is who they should be, compared to him.

They will belong under his heel, scared, helpless, and obedient, worshipping him and fearing him. Forever.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 violet #bg3 leon #bg3 petras

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Part 3 (Colin POV)- A Melody (and Discussion of a Lady)

Sorry, it's a little later than intended!

Part 3 of Colin's POV of my 5+1 OC Story

Masterlist

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1251

Series Summary: After his heartbreak over Marina Thompson and a wonderful trip abroad, Colin Bridgerton is finally starting to get his feet back under him. And when a new Lady debuts on the marriage market, he may be ready to give love another chance.

Summary: The Granvilles have been invited to Aubrey Hall! Daphne has a question, and Hyacinth has a request. Colin doesn't quite know what he has.

“Sir Granville. Lady Granville. Miss Dilber! We are so glad you could all come.” Kate smiled brilliantly at her guests. Anthony was at her side, slightly grumpy that his wife had ignored his urging for her to stay in bed. They were at Aubrey Hall and, in keeping with the tradition of meddling Viscountess Bridgerton, Kate had made sure to include the Granvilles and their ward in the early invitations before the ball. And she wanted to be there to greet them, never mind that she was a month away from giving birth.

“Viscountess, I must say you are absolutely glowing.” Kate laughed gently.

“Thank you so much.” She offered. “I imagine you three want to rest from your journey.”

“Not at all. We are all quite fond of carriage travel. Although we may need to freshen up.”

“Of course. Afterward, please feel free to meet us in the parlor. Although, I believe the men will be in the library if you wish to join them, Sir Granville.”

“Yes, I believe I will.” He kissed Lucy on the cheek and the women made their way up to their rooms. It did not take them much time to get ready (Cassidy refused to admit she was rushing, but…she was rushing) and they made it down just as tea was being set out. Kate was there, as was the Duchess. Gregory and Hyacinth and all of her younger siblings. And, of course,

“Colin Bridgerton. I would have thought you would be with the other men.” Lucy declared. Cassidy noted that she did not seem very upset by the development. Colin stood up and bowed to them both.

“I find my brothers tend to forget my tolerance for…certain activities is a bit lower than theirs.” He admitted.

“The Viscount will not be partaking in any such activities if he knows what’s good for him.” Kate insisted.

“He rarely does though.” Colin joked before turning his attention back to Cassidy. “I am glad to see you well, Miss Dilber.”

“Thank you, Mr. Bridgerton. You as well.” Cassidy took her seat next to Lucy. Colin sat as well and they devolved into their usual conversation. It had been nearly a week since they saw each other, so there was much to catch up on.

“I have been studying that book you mentioned,” Cassidy revealed. Colin nearly choked on his tea. He had recommended to her a large volume on Greece he had used to study before his trip, not expecting her to do more than lightly pursue it.

“Have you?” He asked. “I am glad. It is not the same as going, but it is a nice place to start.” Cassidy nodded in agreement before her attention was stolen by Daphne.

“Miss Dilber, is it true that you have not touched a copy of Lady Whistledown since arriving?” She asked. Cassidy blushed.

“Yes. I can not abide by gossip.” She admitted. “It is not fair to judge someone on an opinion from an unknown party who is probably excluding details and only hearing one side of the story.” Colin stared at her in slight wonderment, a thousand thoughts rushing through his head.

“Well, you are certainly a better woman than I. Although I suppose it is harder to ignore when you are the target she has selected for derision.”

“You?” Cassidy gasped. “What could she have had to say about you?”

“Anthony was quite…overprotective.” She admitted. “She leaned into it, suggesting he would ruin my chances of getting a match. Looking back it was all very petty, but at the time it was quite upsetting.” Cassidy nodded.

“You have been in Whistledown,” Hyacinth revealed.

“Hyacinth!” Violet scolded.

“It is nothing bad!”

“If she does not wish to know what is in Lady Whistledown there is no reason to worry her.” Colin took note of the slightly distressed look on Cassidy’s face and felt the need to comfort her.

“It is nothing bad.” He assured her. “Lady Whisteldown always reports on anyone who enters the city for the season. You have not been mentioned in a few weeks.” This second part was not quite true. Cassidy was no longer the sole focus of the column. Instead, their courtship was the talk of the town. But he did not want to frighten her anymore. She seemed to relax at his assurances, and Colin’s glare kept Hyacinth quiet. Lucy Granville artfully turned the discussion towards the Viscountess and her pregnancy. When the conversation veered from babies and towards duties, Hyacinth lost all interest and drifted towards the piano.

“Do you think Fran would practice piano with me?” She asked loudly. Violet closed her eyes and sighed.

“Francesca and Eloise are working on needlework, and Eloise will cease if Francesca leaves. You will have to find something else to do, my love.”

“I can play with her.” Cassidy offered shyly. “If you do not mind. I am afraid I have little opinion to offer on the details of running a household, and I do love to play.” Hyacinth looked thrilled at the idea, and Lucy and Violet both nodded their approval. Colin turned to watch as she settled at the piano. Hyacinth shuffled through until she found the piece she had been working on at home- one that would have been left there if not for Kate, Colin knew. Cassidy nodded sagely at it.

“I remember this piece. Here.” Hyacinth took her seat next to Cassidy and Colin had to work very hard on staying in his chair. He could feel his mother’s eyes on him and did not want to give her reason to rush him. He just needed a little more time to be sure, so that he did not make the same mistake twice. “You need to relax your fingers, that way it won’t be as hard to move them. There we go.” Cassidy nodded. “Do you want to know one of the hardest parts of music?”

“Remembering the notes?”

“No.” Cassidy laughed. “The notes are the easy part. It’s getting the emotion, the feeling. So this is a song from a man to his brother. It’s about love- the love we have for our family. You know how that feels, right?” Hyacinth nodded. “So before you play, think about it. Think about something you love about your family. Then, even if you mess up a little, no one will mind.” Cassidy glanced up to meet Colin’s eyes and blushed when she saw how closely he was watching her. “I think we need a singer for this, Hyacinth. Don’t you agree?”

��Oh, yes, please! Colin, will you?” He sighed and stood to walk over to the piano. He automatically let one hand drop to ruffle Hyacinth’s hair, chuckling at the annoyed screech she let out. “You’re as bad as Gregory.” She insisted.

“Gregory? He seems so sweet.” Hyacinth looked positively affronted at Cassidy’s comment and Colin laughed again.

“He acted like that at the picnic because he wants you to take his side when they argue.” He explained. “But he is a Bridgerton and we do tend to be a little troublesome.”

“Oh? Does that include you?” Cassidy asked. Colin let his smile crook into a smirk.

“Of course.” Cassidy laughed and turned her attention back to Hyacinth. As Colin watched her adjust Hyacinth’s hands on the keyboard again, it occurred to him that that was the first time in a while he had compared himself to his brothers without his heart getting lodged in his throat.

#bridgerton fanfiction #colin bridgerton #oc fanfiction #colin bridgerton x oc

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