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IS PART 9 THE LAST PART OF THE STARCROSSED SERIES

I intend to aim till 10, so 2 more chapters to go. 😂 it's either go all the way or go home 😂😂😂 chapter 9 will resolve more around the final battle, whilst 10 will be more about the final decision

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everyone: beginning

me: beginging EVERY FUCKING TIME, thank u tiktok meme

Hahahahahahhahahahaha On this glorious morning, I laughed loud. In the bening... in the beninging 😂😂😂😂

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The search is afoot // 2 (Reader!Bridgerton x Sherlock Holmes)

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“On to the next one?” Enola pitched in, closing her notebook with a thud. Her brother hummed loud, rubbing his finger over his lip. Thoughtfully to be sure he didn’t miss anything. Enola moved towards the door, holding it open for him. Deep in thoughts, Sherlock went through it. You quickened your step, hurrying through the door.

Enola closing the door behind her. She came standing beside her brother. You kept your distance from them. Allowing them to do their deducting and simply observing from the more skilled one’s. Enola held up the leave from a certain plant up that she had neatly stored between her pages. Looking up to her brother, waiting for the wheels in his head to turn.

Sherlock hummed deep. Plucking the leave from her. “Aesculus hippocastanum.” He muttered out, observing the leave from every angle. Enola hummed confused, staring a bit silly at him. It made him click his tongue back at her for not knowing it. Holding the leave closer to his sister’s face. Pressing her on looking again for recognition. Enola’s brows furrowed in deep thought.

“Hornbeam?” She questioned. “Close.” Her brother replied with plainness. “Really?” Enola exclaimed excitedly. “No.” His answer nothing but serious as he moved the leave away. “Horse Chestnut.” Finalising his answer. He started to fall in step, his sister by his side. “There are only a few places in Mayfair where these flourish. So we’ll start there…” Suddenly he stopped on his heel. Turning slightly around, using a point at you. “Also why are you still here?”

The questioned baffled you. You had been quiet for a while now, you hoped he wouldn’t notice. That you could simply tag along for as long as you could. “I…I…thought I could help a bit more. Observe. Learn from you.” Adding that last to persuade him. Stroking his ego so he would have to keep you around. “No.” He spoke, waving his hand up.

“But… but… I thought… please…” Catching up with them for they had started walking again. Sherlock pulling his sister by her elbow along. – “Go home miss Y/n.” Without a proper glance, his words were casted out to you. Glaring back at him, you didn’t like this side of him. “I’m not going. You… you can’t make me. I’ll just keep following you till the end of the day.” Stating very clear, you weren’t going anywhere.

Sherlock stopped, turned on his heel as it made you gasp loud. He grabbed you by the elbow, pulling you closer to the streets. Putting some fingers in his mouth to whistle. Call out to a riding carriage. A carriage turned, coming over. “No! No please Sherlock!” You begged, trying to free yourself from his grip.

He moved his other hand on your elbow to keep you in check. “It’s not up for discussion miss Y/n. You are returning home to your family.” He answered, shoving you closer as the carriage arrived. The footman got off, opening the door for you. “Sherlock no!” You shouted loud as he forced you into the carriage.

With a loud huff, you grabbed each side of the framing. Sherlock moving his hands to your stomach to shove you in. You kept your ground, gripping tight onto the frame. “Please… It’s all I ever wanted… please don’t take this away from me.” Begging, pleading with him for you wanted to stay desperately.

He paused for a moment, gazing back at you. Practically panting from the efforts. “Please… don’t shatter my dreams… not like my family already does…” Grip faltering as you knew it was no use. He would just shatter them like everyone else. “Sherlock, let her stay.” Enola intervened.

The footman cleared his throat. “Are we parting or not?” Looking over at Sherlock. Sighing soft, you lowered your head. “No.” Sherlock spoke, moving his arms around you. Pulling you off from the little step you had been standing on. Setting you back on the ground, away from the carriage. “A misunderstanding.” He added, flipping a coin at the footman. “For your troubles.”

The footman thanked Sherlock for his generosity. Getting back on the carriage, whistling loud to the rider to leave. You blinked surprised at mister Holmes. Something you didn’t foresaw. “Thank you.” You said shyly. “Don’t mention it.” He replied with a sigh. He came joining his sister’s side once more. Noticing you were lingering.

“Are you coming or not?” Saying back to you. An instant smile appeared on your lips, catching up with them all excitedly. When Sherlock glanced over his shoulder, you immediately contained your excitement. Once he turned back to the front, you cheered quietly. Sherlock catching himself form a smile.

Anthony was pacing. Back and forth as Eloise lost count at how many times he had passed her. “Y/n should be here. Why isn’t she?” He called out, throwing his hand up. “Maybe because you scared her away?” Benedict pitched in, sitting beside Eloise with the cookie box in his hands. Taking from time to time a cookie as entertainment snack. Anthony scoffed loud at those words.

“I only told her to stop filling her head with nonsense.” Sighing loud as he pinched his nose. “Could’ve been nicer to her.” Benedict spoke, receiving an instant scowl from his brother. Seeing how he was about to lose his mind, Benedict swallowed nervously. Benedict closed the cookie thin box, setting it aside and wiping his hands clean.

“Let us go look for her?” He suggested to stop Anthony from fuming. “Where? Where Benedict?” He called out, setting his hands down, leaning in. Benedict nervously sliding more down in the sofa to avoid his glare. “Anywhere…” he yelped out, almost too afraid to suggest it.

Anthony inhaled sharp through his nose as Eloise sighed loud. He was about to give her a piece of his mind when Gregory entered. “Just ask that detective man?” Making all their heads turn to Gregory with curiosity. “Who?” Eloise questioned.

“That man… his sister is friends with Francesca. Holmes… right… Mister Sherlock Holmes. I bet she’s with him. He’s always out for solving mysteries.” Gregory explained. He gasped, eyes wide when his siblings rushed up to him. Anthony grabbing him tight by the arms. He then kissed Gregory on both cheeks for his contribution. He gathered up those who wanted to accompany him on the search.

Leaving the house in a hurry over to his estate. The housekeeper shared the news with them they weren’t in. Not wanting to give up, they went around. Talking to every friend or stranger that might have seen them. Starting a chase. Leading them from place to place, retracing the steps.

Hoping you would be with them. Anthony felt like catching up. Close to you with each new clue they received of where the Holmes’s had been. Estate’s. Shops. Fields. There was not a corner of Mayfair that they had not explored. Along the way started Eloise to complain about her sore feet.

Anthony usually had to shout at Benedict to keep up for he wanted to take a moment and sketch the beautiful hidden sceneries he passed. Colin got bored on the way, announcing once in a while he was getting hungry. Francesca remained quiet, taking in the sceneries.

Close to giving up, Anthony was about to call out to head home till he spotted them. “There!” Shouting loud, startling his siblings. They all hurried over watching you tag along and enter a building with them. “Hurry!” Colin calling out, not wanting to lose any time.

Grabbing the door firmly, they stumbled inside. Bumping and pushing each other to hurry inside. You blinked confused at the cluster of your siblings barging in. Anthony and Colin nearly tripping over their own feet from the blunt force coming from behind.

“Y/n!” Francesca called out, running up to you. She wrapped her arms around you. “What are you doing here?” You questioned, looking at your brothers whilst running your fingers through Francesca’s hair. “Looking for you.” Francesca replied.

“You young lady left without a say!” Anthony made clear. Ashamed, you lowered your head. Anthony moved past you, heading over to Sherlock. “You should know better than to let her go along. She doesn’t need you filling her head with nonsense.” He made clear, wanting to have a heart to heart with him. “Oh.” Sherlock responded curiously.

Anthony sighed deep, setting his hand on his hip. “My sister should be concerning herself with courtship, balls and the ton.” Wanting to get it in his head. Sherlock’s gaze went over to you with a cheeky smile. “If she must.” He spoke. Anthony moved back when Sherlock got up, coming to face him. “Consider this courtship than.”

You and your siblings gasped loud. “You want her to concern herself for courting, fine. We have been together the entire day, getting to know each other more. Did you know your sister is an excellent observer. Has a pretty good eye for unnoticeable things.” Sherlock announced, flicking Anthony at his tie for that extra tease.

“Mister Holmes what are you saying?” You asked confused, wondering where he was going with this. “What I am saying miss Y/n is…” making his way over to you. Taking your hand, patting his hand on top of yours. “that I must confess I appreciate your company.” Bringing your hand up to kiss the top of it. Flustered, you looked away. Anthony came hurrying over, pulling you apart. “If you must, do it properly. No detective nonsense.”

Worriedly you gazed at Sherlock. He winked back at you, letting you know it would be alright. Turning to your brother. “Then I will.”

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Please stay (Reader x Sherlock Holmes)

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The fire alarm beeped hard. A systemic tone that went loud enough to unsettle one. Covering your ears up, you kept looking over John’s shoulder. “Be careful.”  you told him as he waved the paper before the little fire. “Sure… sure…” he responded reassuring you with a gesture. “Alright John, you can turn it off now.” Sherlock’s voice coming through from upstairs.

“I said you could turn it off now!” Sherlock’s voice louder with impatience. John already slapping the burning paper against the table. “Just a minute.” He called back. The beeping got louder, making you turn around. Eyes widening at the men coming down the stairs. One raising a gun towards the fire alarm. With one blow it went deadly silent. You felt a pull on your wrist, stumbling back.

The armed men coming closer, gun in the ready. John having pulled you behind him. Swallowing nervously. Raising his hands up as you did the same. “Thank you.” John dared to slip a sarcastic remark with it. Back arching briefly from your nudge in his lower back so he would knock it off. “With me!” a man in a thick English accent spoke.

John got grabbed by his collar, shoved forwards. You stumbled more back when another man came grabbing you. Grabbing you by the back of your hair, head pulled back. Whispering out soft painful cries, he forced you up the stairs. “Just be gentle.” John spoke hoping to ease your pains from the men. You let out a louder cry when he yanked harder on your hair.

John’s expression tensing with anger. The clear Americans busted the door open. “Hands behind your head, on the floor, keep it still!” The one clearly in charge announced. Waltzing inside with a big ego. Sherlock’s gaze went blank for a moment. Trying to process what was occurring. His hands slowly raising.

Watching how John got shoved inside, then you. “Sorry Sherlock.” John spoke being pushed onto his knees. You struggled, receiving a nudge into the leg to send you down on your knees. “Miss Adler on the floor!” The man shouted out, gun pointed towards Sherlock. Irene dropped to her knees, hands behind her head. “Don’t you want me on the floor too?” Sherlock spoke to deflect the attention away from you and John.

“No.” The man huffed out. “No sir, I want you to open the safe.” The clear accent slipping through. “American… interesting.” Sherlock mumbled out. “Why… why would you care?” his gaze shifting towards Irene. “Sir! The safe! Now please.” The American reminded him once more. “I don’t know the code.” Was his clear response. “We’ve been listening, she told you.” The American recalled.

“Well if you have been listening, you know she didn’t give it to me.” Sherlock responding within a heartbeat. His responses made you swallow nervously. Hoping so very much he wasn’t trying to be smart now, for you knew they must hate his taunting. They wanted clear and straight answers. If your husband would keep waltzing around it, you knew things could go south.

Turning your head, you made eye contact with John. Knowing he feared the same. Palms starting to get sweaty from the gun pointed at you. Being held at gunpoint made you shudder. “I’m assuming I missed something.” The American kept going. John gave you a glance, making you slightly shake your head at him. Knowing he was about to speak up.

Hoping you could change his mind with subtle expressions. “For God’s sake, she’s the one who knows the code.” John called out, motioning with his head at Irene. Irene remained silent. Cold and indifferent. “Yes sir, she also knows the code that automatically calls the police and sets off the burglar alarm. I’ve learned not to trust this woman.” The American’s attention briefly turned to Miss Adler.

Moving your gaze upwards, you tried to lock contact with Sherlock. Needing some comfort from his. Yet Sherlock’s gaze remained on the American. Perhaps in a way to protect. “Mister Holmes…” She began immediately cut off by the foreigner. “Shut up!” His voice demanding and loud.

“One more word out of you, just one and I will decorate the walls with the insides of your head. That for me would not be  hardship.” Throwing in a smile with his threat. Sherlock’s gaze slightly hardened. “Mister Archer at the count of three, shoot misses Holmes.”

“What?” John called out. Your breath gasped in shock. “I don’t know the code.” Sherlock immediately responded. You yelped soft when the end of the gun pushed deep into your neck, sending your face down. “One.” The American started. “I don’t know the code.” Sherlock repeated, his voice a fragment unsteady.

The gun got pushed deeper into your neck. “Two.” The countdown went up. “She didn’t tell me… I don’t know the code!” Shouting his final sentence at the pressing matter. A shuddering breath escaping your lips at your rising fear. Only one more count and you would never be able to be in your husband’s arms. “I’m prepared to believe you any second.” The man’s last demand before counting to three.

Sherlock turned his head, locking eyes with Irene. She dipped her gaze down, trying to make something clear to him. “Three.” Announced as you let out a loud sob.  “No!” Sherlock shouted loud. “Stop!” The American said, holding a hand out to the shooter.

Opening your eyes, you choked on your breath. Trying to find a steady pace once more. “It’s alright Y/n.” Sherlock’s words barely soothing. You wanted to believe him, but you didn’t trust these Americans. Sherlock slowly lowered his hands, approaching the safe. Blinking thoughtfully at the numbers.

Hesitantly pressing some in. Lowering his hands with an exhale, relieved he got it right. “Thank you Mister Holmes. Now open the safe.” He got instructed. Sherlock turned the grip. Hearing a loud clicking. It made him look suspicious over his shoulder at Irene.

She diverted her gaze, saying enough. “Vatican Cameos.” Sherlock shouted whilst opening the safe. Lowering himself. John reacted in a matter of seconds. Knocking his shoulder against you. Sending you down with him. A shot released from the safe, finding stability within the American that held you hostage. His body plunged backwards before falling down on top of John.

John quickly shoved him off. Sherlock paid his attention to the American by his side. Pushing his gun away, stealing it from him and knocking him with the back of it. Irene clenched her jaw, elbowing her captor in the stomach. John kicked the gun out of his captor’s hand. Gun flinging to the side, falling onto the ground. He pulled out a knife for a second weapon.

Grinning at John, playing a bit with the knife. He then launched at John. John’s gaze widened, jumping back when the knife came slashing at him. The man lost his balance, stumbling down. You yelped soft when he fell near you. You tried to kick him off, but his hand was faster. Pressing a hand down on your lower stomach. Shoving the knife inside you.

A breathy gasp filled the room. John wrapped his arms around the man from behind. Pulling him off, squeezing his arms tightly against his neck. Irene overmastered her captor, holding him at gunpoint. “Everyone alright?” Sherlock asked, turning around. His eyes falling on you, slowly pulling out the knife from inside you. You let it clatter to the ground beside you. Blood gushing out.

The American behind Sherlock had gotten back up, touching his jaw. Sherlock’s expression hardened, giving the man a headbutt. He sunk to the ground. “Y/n!” He called out, hurrying over to you. Pushing John aside to get to you. Pressing his hands on your wound. You let out the most excruciating whimper. Grasping for breath.

He started to shush you, keeping good pressure on the wound. Blood sipping through his fingers, leaving stains. Blinking slowly, you felt the dizziness make itself aware. “Y/n… Y/n darling… stay awake.” Sherlock tapped you gently on the cheek. “Call an ambulance!” Ordering John with rawness in his voice. John jumped into action, pushing Irene aside. Taking out his phone. 

You sputtered out some blood which worried Sherlock. Some blood spats reached his cheeks, yet he was unbothered by it. “The ambulance is on the way. Try to stay with us please.” Trying to slip a bit of humour with it at the wrong time. Body shocking, more blood got coughed up. Moving his sleeve up, he started wiping your mouth clean. “Please… please Y/n… stay awake.”

Noticing the tears in your eyes. Sensing them with himself as well. Needing to blink quickly to clear his foggy vision. “She… Sherlock…” You tried to speak as he shushed you again. “Keep your strength.” Not wanting you to waste it on a mere speech. “Where is that ambulance?” He shouted at John, looking over his shoulder. “They are on the way.” John replied with a frightful look.

“It’s going to be alright darling. It’s going to be just fine.” Like a mantra, he kept repeating. Needing it to be true. “I… I shouldn’t have brought you along… I’m sorry… please forgive me, my love.” You briefly closed your eyes when he leaned down.

Leaving a tender kiss against your forehead. Body shuddering, you moved your trembling hand to his. Letting your fingers slide over his. Feeling the wetness of your blood on his hands. He sputtered out a sob, placing a hand on top of yours. Keeping the pressure firm.

“I need you to stay awake Y/n. Don’t go sleeping on me… You aren’t done with me yet. Done with us.” Looking briefly over his shoulder as John came aiding his side. Moving your gaze to John, you saw him wipe some tears away. “I’m not giving you permission to leave us. Do you hear me!”

You tried to form a nod. Fighting against the urges to close your eyes. Against the urges of wanting to simply let go. You didn’t want to leave them yet. So you had to fight with every strength within you. “Please… stay awake Y/n… stay awake!” Sherlock called out in a panic, seeing your eyelids fall heavy. “Y/n I love you, please… I don’t want to be alone anymore.”

Lowering his head, he held it against yours. “Please… I need you… I… I can’t be without you.” Urging you to hold on. Lifting his head up at the sound of sirens. “Hold on a bit longer. They are here… they are here…” His words already fading out to muttering. Red lights flashing into the room from outside. The ambulance had arrived.

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[frost-queen]

hi lovely! are your request open? if yes, can i pleaseeeee request protective inho x reader? like you’re a couple and he has to protect you from the yucky VIPs on the island. i neeeeeed protective inho 🙏🏻

Hi lovely! They are some-what open haha yes they are open, but a lot of reqs are stacking up in my inbox cause I have AAAAA lot to still write so it feels less stressfull when I don't see over 60 in my folder hahah. I swear It's just for me and my delusional ass. ALSO the inbox asks are still there, I sometimes pluck one from there (depending on my mood). Protective In-ho is my life <3 <3 that man can do no wrong in my eyes so I'll add it to my to do list and work on it when I can ^^

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Omg you can heart people's comments now 😍😍😍 cool okay @staff now bring back the boop 🔫

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So I'm debating on writing a Finnick Odair story. What advice can you give me?

I am thinking something like Haymitch names his daughter after Maysilee Donner or something like that?

If you are going for a Haymitch daughter, she could only meet Finnick at the capital or during either his games or with the victors reaping if she either joined her father on the trips or got reaped as well. Writing for Finnick is always a pleasure. He's charismatic and knows the ways of the capital to blend in (cause you know what they forced our boy to do)

I sadly don't know who the person is you are referring too, but cute name. Got any idea's already on where you want the story to go? About the rebellion or the games or just them meeting and falling in love?

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If we go with predictions of Benedict’s season coming out in May 2026, it’s just 9 months to go 🥹 Our favourite man will finally be appreciated as he should ❤️

Omg 😭 still that long. I can't wait for my hubby to shine. He's my all time fave of the brothers (along with Anthony 🤭). I love that his story is Cinderella coded, cause I love her story and it fits him so well. AND HE DAMN WELL DESERVES ALL THE LOVE 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

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Hey!! I love your Bridgerton sibling writings! Please make more. All your writing is great so please keep on posting!

😊🩷🥰 aww thank you so much. I'll be sure to make more bridgerton siblings fics, but gotta throw some variety at it too 😉

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Burn with you // 3 (Reader x Johnny Storm)

Forever tag: @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr, @floatlosers, @vviolynn, @evilcr0ne, @melsunshine, @slythetic, @sweetheartlizzie07

Summary: Johnny tricks you into having a meal at his home after wearing you out on training. Caught by surprise that his family is home, you try to sneak from underneath it. Johnny not allowing you. His sister taking a great liking in you for she hopes her brother would take up on her advice. [part 1 part 2]

Exhaustingly you slouched back against the wall. Dropping down till you sat. Exhausted and worn out, you turned your head. Quirking your eyebrow at Johnny. Walking around with a fire extinguisher. Dimming out the last of the small fires. Tilting your head a bit, you couldn’t get this new picture of him out of your head. His words still bouncing around in your mind. Because I like all of you. Something you had always dreamed of hearing.

You just weren’t sure how long it would last. Till he grew tired of you? Till he saw the next best pretty thing? Till you did the unthinkable and hurt him without wanting? Till you made him absorb too much? Sighing loud, you supressed those last thoughts. Blinking quickly, you stopped your staring when he approached you. Coming to sit exhaustingly by your side. “What a day huh?” he breathed out, running a hand through his hair.

You could only hum, pulling your knees closer to your chest. “Johnny… I can’t go another time…” you wanted to make sure, you didn’t want to give it another try. This was more than enough. For over seven times had you been tormenting him with the bomb inside of you. Both mentally and physically exhausting. “Yeah… no worries on that part. I was going to call it quits anyways.” He responded. “Just for today.” He felt the need to clarify.

Giving you a brief glance, knowing you rather called it quits. He didn’t. He wanted to proceed. Feeling that there could be a controlling to this. You just needed to accept it and yourself as a whole. Finding peace within yourself so you could control the explosives inside of you. To limit your tipping point. You gave him a nudge against his shoulder for not quitting this easily. Johnny exhaled loud, head leaning back against the wall.

Still feeling a bit of warmth from before. “Are you hungry? I’m hungry.” He stated, turning his head to you. “Maybe…” Shrugging your shoulders along. Johnny breathed out a laugh, head lowering as he brushed his hand over his head. With a groan he pushed himself up to his feet. Blocking your view with an offering hand. “Come on.” Motioning with his head. That darn silly smile on his lips. Taking a deep breath, you accepted his hand.

Allowing him to help you up. “I’m starving for some heartly cooked meal, aren’t you?” He spoke whilst walking you towards the exit. You shrugged your shoulders again. “I’ll just get some take-out…” Barely finishing your sentence when he jumped in front of you. Stopping you, hands grabbing to your arms. “Oh no you aren’t!” His voice demanding. “You are coming with me, Sparks.”

You wanted to protest, but he quickly shushed you, not wanting to hear your complaining. “I know for a fact, you’ve got no place to stay so you’re eating with me. Got that Y/n!” Tilting his head that slightly with a scowl. “With your family at home? Like hells Johnny!” Giving him a shove, you cleared your path. 

“They aren’t even home.” He said, coming after you. Grabbing for your shoulder as you shoved his hand off. Hearing him sigh as he reached lower. Taking your wrist. Fighting to keep his grip on it. Finally settled, he didn’t let go, pulling you to a stop. “I’m not taking you back to that sad playground while you search for food.”

You quirked your eyebrow at him. “I’m not some stray cat that dives into dumpsters for food. I’ve actually got cash, you idiot!” Annoyed, you flicked your finger against his forehead. He let out a soft ‘au’, rubbing his forehead. “Knew that.” His voice barely a whisper, hiding a secretive smile.

Rolling your eyes, you shoved him back. “So no take backs, Y/n” Catching up with you, falling in step with you. Crossing your arms, you tried to block him out. Turning your head slightly and seeing that silly smile on his lips, almost made you crack a smile yourself. Who knew Johnny Storm was such a dork. If only it would last for a moment, you wanted to cherish it. Before it was gone.

You swallowed nervously upon seeing the fantastic four building once more. A place you had deliberately left last night. Johnny nudged his elbow against yours, surpassing you, walking backwards, motioning with his head for you to follow. Exhaling deep, you rubbed your fingers to ease your nerves. They weren’t home. That is what he had said. Johnny waited by the door, holding it open for you.

Quickening your pace, you hurried inside. Waiting for him to guide you up to the top level of the building. Johnny had tugged his hands in his pocket, leaning against the wall inside the elevator. His gaze remaining on you. Standing stiffly in the middle. Watching the numbers go up. He removed himself from against the wall when the doors opened. Taking one hand out of his pocket to find shelter on your lower back. Gently pushing you inside for he feared you would not move.

Receiving the subtle push, you walked out. Eyes widening at the bustling kitchen. “Johnny!” Ben called out. You swallowed nervously when his sister took a curious glance at you. “Hey family!” he called out, pushing you just that bit more forwards. Their curious eyes plastered onto you. “Hope you don’t mind Y/n joins us for diner.” He spoke, acting all casual.

Turning your head, you tried to make things clear to him with your eyes. Narrowing them slightly with furrowed brows and a hard stare. “You told me they wouldn’t be home.” Whispering at Johnny with frustration that he straight up lied to you. “Yeah uhm sorry about that.” He whispered back, scratching his ear nervously. You immediately turned to his sister. “I’m sorry, I wish I could stay but I have somewhere to be.” You spoke with a tender smile.

“No you’re not.” Johnny interrupted. You gave him a foul glance for being so difficult. He gave you a nudge from behind, making you stumble a bit forwards. “This your new girl?” Reed asked, being anything but subtle about it. “Friend!” You exclaimed, holding your palms up. “Just friends.” Reassuring them.

Catching Johnny giving you a quirky glance, mouthing an ‘oh’. A way of saying to you ‘are we now?’ Your response was to glare at him. Johnny touched your chin briefly with an amusing chuckle. “Y/n will have a seat.” He spoke, walking backwards to the table. Pulling a chair back. Unaware of his sister’s gaze. The gleam in her eyes, hiding that almost smile. Reed looking back confused at her, as if he had missed a whole point.

Exhaling soft, you approached the table. Sitting down nervously. Food was brought to the table. Everyone chatting and laughing. Enjoying a good meal. Your plate untouched. Hands underneath the table on your lap. Nails scraping nervously in your fingers. Too nervous to do anything. Sweating in your neck that you would go off. Startled you blinked, turning your head slightly to Johnny.

Feeling his hand break yours apart, entangling his hands with yours. “You okay sparks?” Having leaned in to whisper to you. Your eyes remaining on him, thinking hard about his question. Noticing a pair of eyes on you, you pulled your hand away so he wasn’t holding it anymore. Sue Storm taking a good look at you. “I’m very happy to meet you Y/n. This is the first time my brother has brought a girl up.” She spoke.

“Sue.” Johnny answered, feeling a bit embarrassed by that. “Now that I don’t believe.” You responded, looking cheeky at him. “It’s true.” Ben cut in. “So you must be a special friend to him.” Sue added with cheekiness. Scrunching her nose at her little brother’s glance for teasing him. “Very.” Ben took a jab at it. Johnny glared at him, kicking him underneath the table. Ben simply rose his eyebrow. “Was… was that a kick Johnny?” Ben said casually. “Knock it off man.” Johnny muttered to him to stop embarrassing him.

“Oh…” Ben let out. “Sorry Johnny, you should’ve told me I embarrassed you in front of your friend.” Ben leaning a bit to you, throwing you a wink. It made you laugh how they were all teasing and taunting Johnny. “Okay, knock it off already.” Johnny called out with a nervous chuckle. “Poor Johnny getting picked on by the bigger kids.” You added with laughter.

Ben laughing loud, kicking his feet pleasantly underneath the table. Sue smiling right back at you. Reed having a deep chuckle. Johnny stared at you with a certain glance. Oh so this was how you were going to play it. You continued to laugh, looking at him. Seeing how he could barely stop himself from being serious. Cracking up a smile of his own.

After diner, Johnny helped his sister clean up the table. “I like her.” Sue said, bumping her hip against his. Making her brother hum suddenly. Johnny turned around, leaning against the sink. Watching you with Ben, sitting in the sofa with a pillow against your chest.

Seeing you laugh softly at something Ben was telling you. He couldn’t resist the smile forming. “I think you do too.” Sue adding, locking her arm around her brothers. Allowing her head to rest against his shoulder. Placing his hand on hers around his arm, he took a deep breath. “Don’t let it slip away.”

Her final words when she pulled herself away from him. Johnny pushed himself off, going towards you. “Mind if I steal you?” He said, taking your wrist. Pulling you up before you could even answer his question. Leading you away from his family.

“Your family is nice.” You formed, wandering around the lab. Johnny watching you near the consols. “You know we could have this every night.” He stated. “Cute.” You responded, glancing over your shoulder at him. “But you and I both know that’s not possible.” Sighing softly at that. Eyes widening at his sudden presence behind you.

Slowly you turned round to face him. “I’m not family material.” Reminding him once again of what harboured deep within you. “You sure about that? Cause you seemed to enjoy yourself just fine in there.” His response honest and quick. “You know what I mean, Johnny.” Adjusting your words, tearing your gaze away. “We’re working on that.” He said to remind you once again. You hadn’t forgotten about it.

You had to admit it felt nice to share such a meal. For once all you feared had toned out into the background. Not so loud anymore. “Sparks?” His voice a soft whisper, leaning his head just a bit lower to find your avoiding gaze. Touching your chin gently. “Please.” You whispered beggingly, pulling his hand down.

You gasped feeling his hand slip into yours. He brought your entangled hands upwards. Making you blink surprised at the glow disappearing from your palm. His palm warm as he absorbed it. Not even aware you were conjuring it. Perhaps the nerves got the better out of you. Johnny tilted his head with a cheeky smile. Still holding your entangled hand up as it didn’t glow anymore.

Eyes lingering at each other. He set his other hand down on the panel behind you. Allowing the silence to take over from the words. Not needing them for his gaze said enough. A moment you didn’t want to leave from. Hidden words lurking in the back of your throat. I need you.

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[frost-queen]

hihi! I love your Bridgerton fics so much!!! They make my day! :D I've read through most of your sibling!reader ones and they're amazing! I think the first one I read was one where the reader had nosebleeds? I have them too and I felt so seen! I hope to see more from you if you keep writing for sibling!reader! I hope you have a great day <3

Aww thank you so much 🩷 I used to get those too when I was younger. Had fragile bloodvessels in my nose which made my nose bleed very frequent and sometimes for several minutes. I did something for it (we call it here, burn the bloodvessel) to make sure it doesn't pop that often. Now I barely have any problems with it 😊

I do plan on writing more for sibling Bridgerton, I love doing those so no worries on that part 🤭🩷 I hope you have a great day as well 🩷🩷🩷

[frost-queen]

Humming bees // postlude (Male!Reader x Bridgertons)

Requested by: anon Forever tag:@harleyquinnswifeyfrfr, @sweetheartlizzie07, @floatlosers, @vviolynn, @slythetic, @evilcr0ne @simonandvictorsittingonatree

“Will Y/n not be joining us for diner?”  Eloise asked curiously. Seeing there was not yet a sign of you and diner time was approaching. Edmund lowered the book he was reading, gazing at the clock. “Normally he would be here by now.” He spoke with a slight worry.

Looking upwards at his wife’s hand suddenly on his shoulder. “Hush, Y/n has never missed diner.” Violet reminded everyone, bringing the cup of tea down for his husband. He happily accepted it, putting his book beside him. Giving it a few blows, he nipped his lips at the cup.

Immediately taken back by the heat. Violet clicking her tongue for his tardiness. Giving him a scowl for being too hasted. Edmund cleared his throat, setting the cup of tea on the round table beside him. Anthony entered the drawing room with one thought in his mind.

“Has Y/n not arrived yet?” his ask made several of his siblings sigh loud. “What?” Anthony questioned confused. “We’ve all been wondering the same thing. It’s nothing new.” Gregory responded leaning back in the sofa. Eying some of the left over sweets from calling hours.

Already reaching for it. Anthony caught eyes of it, rushing over to give him a slap on the hands. One warning glance from him was enough to get rid of the idea in Gregory’s mind. “We wait for Y/n.” Anthony made clear in a hushed tone. He shuddered out a breath, feeling hands slide over his shoulders.

A smile appearing at the sight of his wife. His shoulders untensed with ease with a simple sight of her. Kate let her hand slide in his, letting her chin rest on his shoulder from behind. “I’m sure he will be here any moment.” Reassuring all for she knew they tend to be nervous about such things. Anthony gave her a kiss on her head, giving her hand a soft squeeze.

“Perhaps we can wait for him at the diner table?” Colin suggested. “No!” Anthony and Edmund called out at the same time. Making Colin gulp. “I am just hungry.” He sighed out, seeking comfort with his mother. Violet rubbed his back soothingly. “Maybe we could play a little game in the meantime?” Violet suggested.

The room filling with groans of protest. Slightly shocked, she remained silent. Overruled by her children. Edmund decided to give his tea another try. Smiling at how enough it had cooled down. Eloise moved towards the window, tapping her finger impatiently against it. Kate soothed Anthony so he wouldn’t get too agitated by the waiting. Gregory had snuggled up against his father.

You were panting. Running as loud as you could for you knew how late you were. If only your house-maid had not taken so much of your time, you would actually be on time. The Bridgerton household but a few streets away. Turning the corner, you nearly tripped over your own feet. Stumbling through a couple, breaking them apart. “Apologies!” calling out, taking little time to linger. The woman had gasped loud as the man grunted deep.

Turning your head back in front of you, you nearly bumped into another gentleman. Darting to the side, slamming right by a shop. Tripping over potted flowers. Breaking a few on your way. Losing your balance, falling in dirt, pots and flowers. The owner came at you blazing. “I’ll pay for it!” you called out, throwing some coins at them. Getting up quickly, you shook the dirt of you.

Quirking your brows up with a curious hum. Plucking some flowers from up your head. The steels bend, but still usable. Taking them in your hand, you held on tight to them. Continuing your run, you tried to shake your clumsiness away. With the Bridgerton household in sight, you ran up to the door. Knocking rapidly with loud pants. The door opened as you quickly announced yourself whilst entering. The doorman barely having the time to respond, staring with shocked eyes at you.

You opened the door to the drawing room, the poor flowers in your hand. “I apologize for making you all wait.” You breathed out. One of the flowers bend down, making you chuckle sheepishly. “Goodness Y/n.” Violet called out, coming over. You presented the flowers to her. She pushed them aside, coming to touch your shoulders.

“What happened? Are you alright?” the softest touch from her on your chin. Sheepishly, you scratched the back of your head. “Oh yes… just had the misfortune accident with a flower shop.” Laughing at your own silliness. “Brother! I… I uhm mean Y/n.” Anthony corrected himself immediately once the shock had worn off. Approaching you as well. “Truly I am alright.” You reassured them.

You held the flowers to Violet once more. “Sorry… next greeting I’ll bring you more suitable one’s.” you apologized for the terrible flowers. Violet accepted them, leaving a tender kiss on your cheek. “They are just perfect.”

She left to place them in a vase, along with others. Colin clasped his hands together. “Diner? Who’s starving? I’m starving.” He spoke, making you chuckle. Gregory ran up to you, grabbing your hand and pulling you forwards. You followed him without a struggle. The others joining too.

Eloise came at your side, pulling your chair back. You thanked her with a smile. Taking your seat. Edmund and Violet at the head of the table. You stared curious at the empty seat at the table. Edmund noticed you staring at it. He softly cleared his throat.

“That… that is for my son… it’s… it’s his birth day today… I hope you don’t mind…” Edmund explained with a saddened smile. “It’s how we remember him… like he’s still here…” Anthony filled in, moving his hand to the empty plate beside him.

“Oh,  joyous birth day Bridgerton.” You spoke with a nod at the empty seat. “And to me.” You added with little thought. Not that you cared much for it. Edmund nearly choked in his drink. Violet’s fork clattered on her plate. The entire Bridgerton family staring at you.

Making you slightly uneasy. “Have… have I said something wrong?” you wondered and asked. Not meaning to offend them, certainly not on the birthday of their belated son. “Y/n.” Edmund asked with a rub over his chin. “Yes, Lord Bridgerton.” You responded still nervous.

“Am I to assume that today is also your birth day?” Asking, wanting to be certain. You replied with a soft ‘yes’. Their eyes widening. “That is why I was later, my house-maid kept bugging me with cake. Saying the man of the household should be home for his birth day. Not that it is anything special. I mean what is there to celebrate when it’s just you and your staff…” you rambled on, falling still at their persisting gaze. “Did… did I say something wrong again?” Uncertain, their looks made you so uneasy and question every word out of your mouth.

Edmund scraped his chair back, coming round the table at you. You readied an apology in your mouth for if he would throw you out. For mocking his son’s birth day when you truly didn’t mean too. Eyes widening when instead of throwing you out, he wrapped his arms around you.

“A joyous birth day Y/n.” he said with a sniffle. More chairs scraping back over the floor. More arms joining in on the hug. “Joyous birth day Y/n.” hearing left and right along with sniffles and sobs. It even made you teary. For the first time in a very long time, you felt it was a day worth celebrating.

You knew it must feel double for the Bridgerton’s. Not even did you resemble their lost son / brother, you even shared his birthday. You knew it felt like a second chance to them. So embrace with happiness, you accepted it. Accepted them. Edmund pulled away from the embrace, wiping his cheek dry.

“Let us have cake!” Calling out to one of the maids. She nodded, hurrying back to the kitchen. The Bridgerton’s all settled back in their chairs. You took your glass, raising it at the empty spot at the table. To us. For may you celebrate it surrounded by flowers and old loves one’s. Giving a last greeting to those who couldn’t be here. Cake got brought as sorrow made way for happiness. Sharing stories and laughter over the diner table. Never forgotten but feeling blessed for new opportunities.

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Heavy is the crown (Reader x Daryl Dixon ft. Negan Smith)

Requested by: anon Forever tag:@harleyquinnswifeyfrfr, @sweetheartlizzie07, @floatlosers, @vviolynn, @slythetic, @evilcr0ne

“Y/n run!”

Eyes staring back at Daryl with quick breaths. A pair of arms going around his. Holding him back. Trying to contain him. Gaze shifting briefly to the newly approaching man. The pleading, beggingly expression from Daryl made you turn. Breathing loud in your ear, a sense of moving in slow-motion when you shifted into a run. Going the opposite direction. Arms swinging back and forth, feet carrying you with haste. Hearing a loud whistling, made your heart beat faster.

“I love a good bunny chase!”  The new voice called out. You could just tell how much he was enjoying this. Getting riled up by your running. Dammit Daryl, you thought. Why did you have to agree to this. “Y/n, run! Run!” Daryl’s voice scraping with terror at his warning. Barely giving yourself a glance over your shoulder, they were coming. Coming in three. Panting loud, your eyes widened upon their haste. Fit and slim, three men were chasing you. Grinning and panting like dogs. Staring hungrily at their bunny prey.

F*ck! Kicking it up a notch, you sped up. Trying to stay out of their clutches. Tackling the rough terrain between rubble and badly parked cars. Darting from left to right like a bunny you tried to maintain a distance between them. The thought of Daryl in his grasp, made you lose focus for a moment. Vision blurred, breathing sharper. Aggressively you started to wipe any upcoming tears away. Dammit Daryl. Why’d you have to come here. You had encountered him once from afar. He was anything but friendly.

Making his warning clear, yet Daryl needed to poke a bit at him. Unable to resist the stick in his eye. To give the big bear a good poke. A poke that resulted into this. Dammit Daryl. If it wasn’t for the fear shuddering through your body, you might actually be angry with him. Angry for how stupid and reckless he was. Clearly not thinking, for he dragged you into this. If only you didn’t have this ride or die attitude with him. Something you never had before, but the end of the world made you take choices you would never in a previous life.

Daryl struggled with pants against his restraints. The two sturdy men, holding him tight. Knees deep on the ground. He grunted more upon his deep chuckling. The first thing that came in his vision was the spiked bat. Wired with spikes. If he squinted his eyes well enough, he could still distinguish the drops of blood on it.

Dried up from a fellow who was less lucky. Then came his smug face. A face Daryl immediately hated. Negan Smith. Negan set his bat on the ground before Daryl. Briefly looking over his shoulder. “How long do you think it will take for them to catch my bunny?” he let out. Riling Daryl up. Knowing just where to hit him.

Daryl’s breath intensified, trying to get himself up. Struggling in vain against his restraints. Negan clicked his tongue, swaying his finger aside. Daryl spit in front of him. Right before Negan’s shoe.  His gaze resting on it briefly. He then exhaled deep, head falling back. “Hot diggity dong! I love a good chase.” taking in the air. Daryl moved his head back, when he came kneeling down. 

Grabbing his chin with force. “That little bunny of yours is mine.” Making sure he never lost contact with Daryl. For he wanted to absorb his words. Understand the effects of it. For he had made a mistake. A big one. He poked the bear with a stick.

Panting loud, they were hot on your trail. Hearing them call out to you. Taunting you with luring sounds, addressing a cat that wouldn’t come. Unsettling you more for it appeared to be a game to them. One started to bang his weapon on the hoods of cars as he passed them. Each thump making, startling you.

Making you sink deeper into your shoulders. With each pant, your limbs became heavier. Between the parked cars, you saw an opening. A way to escape. Already tasting the freedom on your tongue. Thinking you’d come back for Daryl with the calvary. Bringing a great number to overpower Negan. Smile curling up, yearning for freedom, to yearn to stop running.

Eyes widended, feet flopping together, body falling with a smack forwards. Face hitting the street hard. Needing to blink a few times to stay awake. A numbness tingling in your nose. The metallic taste of blood dripping onto your lips. Turning your head, your gaze went down to your feet. Ready to cry it out at the straps around your ankles.

Like a boomerang had they thrown it at you. Coming in contact with your feet, strapping itself a few times around, sending you down. Chase over. Hunters too tired of running. You struggled to breath when your head got lifted up by your hair. One of the men, laughing loud. “Caught you.” his words the stinging truth. Screaming and kicking hard, they dragged you back.

Negan chuckled loud upon the arrival off you. Daryl’s gaze wide with horror. Negan held his bat under his armpit. Clapping loud with cheers like his favourite football team had just launched a score. His men dropped you onto your knees in front of him. Hazily, you didn’t resist when he pulled your head back by your hair. Gripping tight onto the roots. Clicking his tongue with a shake of his head.

“Such a pretty face ruined by blood.” Speaking softly. He let go of you, turning back to Daryl. With Negan’s passing, you had vision of Daryl. Seeing him try to reach out to you. Trying to ask with his eyes if you were alright. “You didn’t obeyed my warning.” Negan made clear, pointing his bat at Daryl. Sighing loud, he placed his bat on his shoulder. “Now you force me to do things I don’t like, Daryl.” Looking upwards to the sky, in deep thoughts. “Go ahead… punish me.” Daryl responded with hatred in his eyes.

Negan laughed loud. Pointing amusingly at him. His men joining in with the laughter. “No… no Daryl. I have to set an example.” Taking a step back, he turned his posture more towards you. Daryl’s gaze went from Negan to you. Panic swirling inside of him. “No… no! No!” calling out, not wanting to be true. “Yes.” – Negan interrupted.

He approached you, patting his hand on your head. “This is what you asked for.” Rubbing it in that this was Daryl’s choice. His doing for not obeying to one little rule. “No! Leave her alone!” Daryl’s takers pushing him more down for he tried to get up and retaliate. “It’s a heavy burden carrying the crown.” Negan sighed out, stating it was what he must do. He needed to set an example. He couldn’t show mercy. No more.

Negan pulled out a handkerchief, kneeling down before you. Gently wiping some blood away. “You leave me no choice but take Y/n for myself.” His words barely left his mouth as Daryl rebelled. Forced himself up to his knees, headbutting one of the men holding him. They stumbled backwards.

The other one received a punch one Daryl’s arm was free. Negan sighed soft, getting back up. Before Daryl could reach him, he turned his bat upside down. Knocking Daryl in the face with the back of it. In one good blow, Daryl sunk through his knees. “Don’t worry Daryl, I’ll send a wedding invitation to you and your little party.” Negan chuckled amusingly.

“You think I will be your wife? I will make sure your life will be a miserable hell!” you shouted at him. You gasped when he grabbed you tight by the chin. “You’ll do so in order to save that boyfriend of yours. Cause if you don’t dear Y/n. I’ll cut him in pieces. Feeding him to the walkers one by one for you to watch.” His threat loud and clear.

Swallowing nervously, it was defeat. You didn’t want to lose Daryl and you feared Negan enough to know he wasn’t bluffing. He would truly do it. “Y/n…” – Daryl grunted out, trying to get up. Coughing loud and groaning in pain. “What do you say Y/n? Be my wife of say goodbye to your boyfriend?”

Batting your eyes down, you surrendered. “Clever girl.” Negan patted you on your head again. He gave his bat to one of his men. You squealed loud when he picked you up. Throwing you over his shoulder like a trophy. “Y/n… please… don’t… Negan… I… I beg you…” Daryl begged, squirming from the pain.

Negan turned to him with a smirk. “Remember Daryl, this is what you asked for.” The final jab of mockery at him. Turning back around, he left chuckling. “Daryl!” you called out, hand reaching out to him, but this time he wasn’t taking it. Taken by pain, he could do nothing but watch you leave.  For his own mistakes had taken the better of him.

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[frost-queen]

I love that with new seasons present, some of my slightly older fics receive a lot of love these days 🩷😍🫶 love you all for giving your love to those.

[frost-queen]

I love that you put Korean words on your fics!!

🩷🩷 Thank you, I love including them 😍To me it makes the fic more worthy. I love doing it with other languages, Elvish, High Valarian 🤭

[frost-queen]

How are you, queenie? I wanted to check in how you doing

Hi Lizzie!

I'm doing great, about to jump in bed cause we've just got home from doing grocery shopping in France, just by the border (cause it has some better prices 🤫) we went straight after work, it was just over an hour drive, stopped to eat something & am home now at half past 11. So i'm getting under the covers to get my rest for tomorrow's working day.

How are you dearest Lizzie. Hope everything is okay 🩷

[frost-queen]

so it's been 8 months of me being inactive here in Tumblr but i came back (again) becuase of your Gilbert Blythe stories because reading your writing gives me so much comfort.

ps. I'm also the one who sent the anon last December 2024

Aww thank you so much, glad to hear you pop in even if it just once in a while. I don't mind at all. Glad you still like my Gilbert fics & that they give you comfort. Plenty to choose from 🤭 I sadly can't remember much details from the ask but I presume it was awae related 🩷