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Till it bites you back // part 6 (Male!Reader x Eloise Bridgerton)

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Summary: In return Eloise get's invited to the palace. Meeting your little cousin and mother. Making you finally speak the words your heart cherishes for her. [Series]

Silently counting in French, your finger pointed at the vases of flowers at each side of the corridor. Almost an invasion of them. For once not followed in your trail. Or perhaps you were. From up ahead, you spotted a small foot come from behind one of the larger vases.

A small tree potted in it. Once you neared it, you tilted your head with a smile. – “T'ai trouvé.” – you spoke, moving your finger forwards to tag her shoulder. Liana, your little cousin jumped giggly from behind the potted tree. – “Cousin.” – she exclaimed jumping at you. It made you catch her with a deep huff.

Settling her back down with both her feet on the ground. Liana slipped her hand in yours. You got in motion, entangled hand swinging playfully back and forth. – “When is she coming?” – she asked with lots of curiosity. – “Claude is picking her up as we speak.” – you couldn’t help it but glance over your shoulder to where he normally would be.

Now not even followed by a shadow. It made you pause briefly. Liana looking back at the empty corridor as well. A sentiment crawling over you. For you were never alone, you always had him. – “I miss Claude.” – Liana said with soft sniffling. – “So do I…” – you mumbled out. Taking a deep breath, you squeezed her hand tighter.

“Shall we look at all the sweets that are prepared?” – asking her to put her mind on something else. She giggled out a loud ‘yes’. Excitingly both of you went further down the corridor. Entering one of the meeting rooms used for calling hours. Mostly It consisted of your mother seeing diplomats or other important people.

Rarely the ton visited like they would any other household. Liana took a deep breath at the smell of sweetness. Letting go of your hand to run up to the table filled with sweets, cakes and chocolates. Already humming delightfully at the stomach-ache the overkill of sweet would give her.

With a smile on your face, you watched her. See her eyes twinkle. See how she got on the tips of her toes to get an even better look at the table and what was all on it. She reached a hand out to it as you corrected her. – “Not yet, not until our guest arrives.” – you told her with a scowl.

Liana moved her hand back down with a pouted face, trying to look angry back at you. In return you stuck your tongue out to her. Hearing the clearance of a voice made you straighten your posture. Turning around with fright to see your mother in the door opening. – “Maman.” – you said sugary sweet, opening your arms to her.

Coming up to her. Hugging her from the side and give her a pleasant kiss on the cheek. Maman rolling with her eyes and a soft sigh. Liana stuck her tongue as a reply out to you. It made you bloat your cheeks up, ready to do something in return, if you did not receive the slap of maman’s fan on your wrist.

“Au.” – you called out, rubbing your wrist. – “Liana did it too, why do I get the fan?” – continuing even after seeing her scowl. You received another slap of her fan, this time on your shoulder. – “Liana is a child, you are not.” – she made clear from where here statement came.

You wanted to groan in displeasure, but recollected yourself just in time before she could scold you again. Just enough to receive a quirk of her eyebrow. Liana hurried up to the window, gasping loud. Then bouncing excitedly up and down. – “She’s here. She’s here!” – she shouted loud. It made you hurry up to the window, hand pressed against it as a smile curled up.

Delighted, you returned to your maman. – “Be gentle with her.” – you told her before leaving a quick kiss on her cheek. Hastening out to greet her. Going down the steps, the carriage came riding up front. Stopping. Happy to see Claude dismount from the carriage. Giving you a quick nod.

You nodded back at him, watching him open the door. Holding his hand out for her. A hand took his, making you suck in a breath. Straightening your posture even more. An instant smile appeared on your face upon seeing her. Miss Eloise Bridgerton.

An equal smile on her. Claude let go of her hand as she thanked him. You couldn’t wait for her to reach you, so you already went over. Stopping right where you met her. Hand slightly out, wanting to touch hers. Eloise curtsied making you hold your hand up. Preventing her from addressing you by your title.

“Plain Y/n it was, wasn’t it?” – she spoke making you snort soft. – “That indeed it was, miss Eloise.” – moving your arm against your stomach, you bowed at her. Offering your arm in return. She gladly accepted it. Looking with wonder up to the palace.

“I am so relieved you accepted my invitation.” – you spoke, guiding her inside. Her eyes full of wonder. – “Honestly I was a bit nervous, but my family convinced me to go.” – she responded, looking around at everything. Taking it all in.

“I’m glad they did.” – causing her to smile from your comment. Before you could even lead her into the meeting room, the door swung open. An eager cousin of yours rushing out. Nearly bumping against her. Out of breath, she smiled widely. Eloise blinking curiously down at her.

Clearing your throat, you gestured at her. – “Miss Eloise, meet my eager and un-patient little cousin Liana.” – you addressed her. Liana stuck her tongue out to you before smiling grinningly back at Eloise. Eloise curtsied before her. – “A please meeting you lady Liana.”

Liana moved a bit closer to you, tugging at your sleeve. Smiling sheepishly at Eloise, you lowered yourself to your knees. Liana coming to lean against you. – “She’s pretty.” – whispering at you. Not even silent enough for Eloise had heard it. You moved an arm around her, looking up to Eloise. – “I know.” – whispering back.

A blush appearing on Eloise’s cheeks. Picking up Liana, you led Eloise inside. Eloise swallowed a bit nervously at your mother. You set Liana back down, holding your hand out. Eloise had placed her hand on top. Guiding her towards your mama. – “Maman, I want you to meet Miss Eloise Bridgerton.” – introducing her with much fondness. Eloise curtsied.

Your mama held her hand out to her. Eloise looked up to you, wondering what to do. You gave her a little nudge. Nervously she took both your mother’s hands. Shuffling a bit closer to her. She gave her a good look, then smiled and looked back at you. – “I like her.” – she said.

You guided Eloise to sit down at your side. Liana coming to interrupt right away. – “Can you braid my hair? Can I give you any cakes? I really like your dress.” – firing speech after speech. – “Liana!” – you called out between your teeth, ushering her with your glare to stop pestering her.

Eloise picked up on it, moving her hands gently across. – “It is quite alright, I have two younger siblings as well, not that much older in years from you.” – looking between the two of you. Liana came very close to Eloise. – “Can you braid my hair?” – she asked again, almost flopping onto her lap. Eloise laughed softly.

“I am not talented in braiding.” – she responded, seeing Liana lower her gaze. – “But I can always try something else.” – she added patting for her to come sit down in front of her. – “You… you don’t have to do this…” – you whispered to her. – “It’s alright.” – Eloise responded, already taking up hair.

Whilst Eloise was trying a bun with Liana’s hair, were you conversating. Laughing and recollecting old memories. Glancing at the side, you noticed your mother bathing in the fondness. Nodding your way. In return you placed your hand on your heart, thanking her with a nod in return.

Liana’s hair was done as mother called her over. Taking Eloise’s hand, you led her out of the room. Walking the gardens with her. Having some alone time. Nearing the fountains, Eloise leaned down to let her hand settle in the water. Smiling mischievous before splashing some at you.  Laughing loud, you splashed some in return to her.

Eloise scooped more water up, throwing it at you. You set your hands down on the edge of the fountain, dipping your hair in it. Shaking your head in her presence. Droplets of water swaying around, making Eloise look away, hands up and screaming with laughter.

Out of breath you knelt down as Eloise went to sit down on the edge. – “Are… are you enjoying yourself?” – you asked. Eloise leaned in, wiping a droplet away with her thumb by your cheek. Catching herself do it, she hesitantly moved her hand back. – “I am, your majesty.” – she responded.

Shuffling a bit closer to her on your knee, you entangled your hand with hers on her lap. – “Miss Eloise… I… forgive me I am a being blunt… but if it both feels right for us… will you perhaps consider taking me as your husband?” – you asked. Eloise’s eyes widening. – “I… I do not mean to frighten you…” – you immediately spoke upon what you had just released onto her.

“It is simply…” – lowering your head, you sighed soft. – “I… If I could I would bottle up your laughter to hear it every day. You haunt me in my sleep, in my days. I cannot breath when you are not near… mon cœur te veut.” – you finished.

“I… I don’t know what that means.” – she replied. Taking her hand you placed it onto your chest. – “I think you do.” – touching her chin gently to have her look at you. To have those fragile eyes gaze back at you. She leaned forwards, arms resting on your shoulders. – “I must admit I am a bit frightened… but you make it less frightening.” – she finished, touching your cheek to leave a soft kiss there.

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The realization that SQ S3 is coming out in like 2 days & I haven't even finished writing my In-ho series is nerve-wrecking.

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I’m hungry for new Bridgerton fics 😂

Okay i'll keep it in mind 😊

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Oh interesting, cute name for him though 😊 I mean his age can be interpreted between Fran and Colin's if one likes.

Your last Bridgerton fic got me thinking. What names would you choose if the bridgerton siblings were twins?

Oh interesting question I mostly see male reader somewhere around Colin's age so his name should be with a C, uhm... let me see, maybe Chester, Cyril, Clarence, Corwin, Clive or Cecil. Idk just throwing some names in.

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Porcelain // part 8 (Reader!Snow x Finnick Odair)

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Summary: When you are unsure what happend in the arena, you are relieved to find Peeta alive. Unable to avoid him, your father leaves a mess in your hands. [series]

Hands kept holding onto you, no matter how much you struggled against them. Panting loud with each movement that led to even more exhaustion. For you were no match to the two sturdy peacekeepers. Tugging at you to remove your sturdy grip on the floor. Feet planted deep, you refused to move.

Refused to be taken away. They both grunted, tugging harder on your arms. You protested with gritted teeth. Unable to look away from the screen in front of you. Seeing the games. Needing to see him amongst the arena. Visuals on Katniss. Whispering beggingly, you wanted to see him.

You wanted to see Finnick. Steadying all your might onto your feet, you didn’t move like a mountain. Your eyes widened with a gasp. Katniss firing an arrow upwards to the dome. It was then that you heard it. Too late for one of the peacekeepers had taken out their baton, swaying it down against the back of your legs.

Sending you kneeling to the ground with a cry of pain. Tears springing in your eyes as the arena burned. Fires flickering in your eyes for the fires consumed all. You received another knock on your back with the baton.

Chest launching forwards as the air got knocked out of your lungs. Coughing loudly as you fell forwards. The peacekeepers still holding on to your arms. They turned round, changing their position on your arms. Beaten out of your strength, they had made the mountain crumble.

Feet dragging over the floor. Hazily, you couldn’t protest. Left with your faith in their hands. Eye lids becoming heavy. The illuminating flames even casting light through your closed eyes. Beating any shadows away. Not sure what their faith was in the arena. Not sure if Finnick was unharmed.

You slowly awoke under a blinding light. Hurting your eyes, you squinted them together. Moving a bit restless. Needing a few times to adjust to the brightness of it. Setting your hand beside your arm, you used to push you over. Rolling on your side to swing your legs over. Coming to sit up hazily. Wondering where you were.

The pain in your back throbbing quietly. Moving a hand to your back, you reminded yourself of the violent act. Peacekeepers who were supposed to be on your side, now going against you. Looking curiously around, head going from left to up to right. Gasping loud at what caught your attention.

Something inside of you swelling up with happiness. Whispering out his name. Trying to find your voice once more. – “Pe…Pee…” – voice thinning out at the end, barely a whisper. Stumbling off the medical care bed, you plopped to the ground. Sinking through your knees. – “Pee… Peeta… Peeta.” – repeating with each time finding your voice once more.

Setting your hands, you forced yourself up. Ignoring the pain in your legs. Losing your shoes in the progress whilst trying to remain steady. Using whatever was in your way to grab onto for balance. Making your way from place to place. – “Peeta!” – you called out leaving your glass box and running over to the other one.

Peeta gasped loud, startling awake. He looked disoriented around before his eyes settled on you. Breathing with a smile as you plunged at him. Arms wrapping around him for the warmest hug. Peeta exhaled relieved, hugging you back. – “You’re out. You’re alive.” – you cried out, rubbing your forehead in the nook of his neck.

“I… I am…” – he answered a bit unsure how. Feeling the subtle change in his posture, you moved back to look at him. – “How are you?” – Peeta asked before you could ask the same to him. Caught off guard by his question, you smiled. – “Me… look at you silly.” – Sniffling soft, you wiped some dried up blood from his cheek. Peeta took your hand, lowering it away from his face. – “I’m fine.” – he insisted upon.

Something conflicted settled in his gaze. Seeing you, he knew exactly where he was. The Capitol. Needing to know one more thing. – “Katniss?” – he asked. You shook your head, you hadn’t seen her. Peeta exhaled somewhere between relief and troubling. – “Finnick?” – you asked on your turn.

Peeta pulled his shoulders up, not sure. Having lost sight of him within it all. Peeta took a curious glance at his surroundings. All bright and white. Medical equipment laying around. When he looked past you, he noticed someone else laying down. Still unconscious. – “Joanna?” – he spoke making you turn your head.

She laid in the back. You wanted to look how she was doing. The doors opened making you hurry back to Peeta. Remaining by his side. Peacekeepers entered. Making room for a guest, who you could already tell who it was. President Snow. With a serious expression, he entered the room. Hands folded neatly on his back.

The sight of him made your knees buckle. Weakly you grabbed for Peeta’s hand, who took it without a second thought. President Snow stopped in front of you. His gaze falling down on the entangled hand you shared with Peeta. It made him chuckle with a deep tremor. – “Step aside from him, daughter of mine.” – he said gesturing with his hand.

Swallowing hard, you dared to shake your head. Tightening your grip around Peeta’s hand. It made your father tilt his head with an eerie silence. Terrifying you even more. – “I told you what a fragile thing trust was… and still like a child, you took pleasure in breaking it.”  - he gestured forwards with a point.

The peacekeepers behind him came in motion. – “No… no… no!” – you called out, backing up against Peeta. Peeta wrapped his arms around you from behind. The peacekeepers grabbed you by the arms, pulling at you. Peeta’s embrace got pulled off.

“No! no! Stop!” – he shouted, reaching with his arms at you. You fought to return. Struggling against their grip. Managing to break one arm free, reaching out to Peeta with it. Taking a hold of his hand. – “Y/n!” – he said loud, trying hard to cling onto you. One of the peacekeepers took their baton, knocking at Peeta with it.

You screamed when Peeta fell unconscious sideways back on the table. Crying out his name, you were dragged before your father’s feet. He couldn’t even look at you, before he dismissed you. Dragged away. Unable to resist the iron fist that had come crashing down on you.

Sobbing quietly, you were brought back to the president’s quarters. Sitting weakly in a chair to which you were tied up to. The doors opening behind you. Heavy footsteps you could recognize in your sleep approaching. You needn’t to look up to know it was your father. He took a seat behind his desk with a deep exhale.

Breathing loudly, you lifted your head up to him. – “Where’s Finnick?” – you asked. He took an apple from the bowl at his side. Opening his drawer to take out a knife. Quietly starting to cut in the knife. – “Where is Finnick?” – you asked again. Needing an answer. Needing to know what happened to him.

“Who?”- Snow responded without looking up. It made you grit your teeth how he was playing this dumb act. Unable to do anything else, you played along with his game. – “The boy from district 4, the one I am supposed to marry.” – you remined him. Snow paused his cutting for a second before going at it again.

“He’s dead.” – he said before putting a piece of apple in his mouth. Feeling the ground cave in from underneath your feet, you felt the sharpness of his blade of words. Pressing your lips together to prevent them from trembling, you shook your head. – “You… you are lying…” – you responded. His gaze finally settled on you.

Setting the apple and knife aside. – “Why would I lie to you about that?” – he spoke with a slight narrow of his brows. Panting loud, you lowered your head. Looking downwards at your knees. – “He… he… can’t be…” – breathing out, for he sure must be lying. – “You saw the flames.” – he noted making you lift your head back up.

Recollecting the flames burning the arena. – “I barely managed to get Peeta and Joanna out.” – he spoke with diplomacy in his voice. – “Stop…” – you panted out, not wanting to hear more. Snow shoved his chair back. Coming from behind his desk to approach you. Knife with a piece of apple on it, in his hand.

He took another chair, coming to sit before you. – “Why would I lie to you daughter. You saw the flames yourself. No one comes out of that alive.” – he held the apple piece forwards. Shaking your head, you knew you couldn’t let him in.

Knowing how delicate your skin was. Far too thin to take his cold cement. He shoved the apple piece forwards against your lips. Forcing you to take it. The sweetness of apple testing your tongue, yet there was a vague taste of honey on it. Forced to swallow, the apple went inwards.

“I’m very sorry my daughter, he is gone. Taken by the arena. I must say he fought bravely till the very last.” – he finished. Gazing at your father’s eyes, you couldn’t stop your lip from trembling. Eyes getting teary. Vision turning glossy as your father blurred away. – “Please…” – you sputtered out, eyes widening with horror at the uprising flames.

Snow leaning back in his chair, hands folded on his lap. Watching in silence. Your delicate skin far too thin. His blade too sharp. It’s just who he is, cold cement. Unable to resist with his iron fist, crashing down till you are found in pieces.

Then filled with regret, but soon he’ll forget. Leaving you with a mess in your hands. Honey burning on your lips. Again and again and again. On your knees looking through all this debris. Fingers bleeding from picking up pieces he made of you. Porcelain cracking till you are found in pieces.  

Hands folded neatly in front of you, you waited for the doors to be opened. Head lowered, staring at the white dress. Peacekeepers opened the doors for you. Making you lift your head up.

Walking up to the president. Pausing in front of him to curtsy. Snow smiling deeply, gesturing at you to settle down. Raising once more, you came joining his right side. Looking at the side of another person approaching.

Dressed in equal white. With a dullness in his eyes, your eyes met. No history behind them. Both of you then turned your gaze forwards. Guarding at the president’s sides. His daughter and the boy from district 12.

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Your last Bridgerton fic got me thinking. What names would you choose if the bridgerton siblings were twins?

Oh interesting question I mostly see male reader somewhere around Colin's age so his name should be with a C, uhm... let me see, maybe Chester, Cyril, Clarence, Corwin, Clive or Cecil. Idk just throwing some names in.

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Hi friend, would you mind telling me if you still write for shadow hunters (and more specifically movie!jace)? Thank you!

Hi, sadly I don't anymore. I've lost touch with the show after it ended.

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Oh no worries i know you got lots on your back! :)

🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷 thank you for understanding and being considerate 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

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Hi, thank you for writing my req for georgie! i loved it <333333

🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷 with pleasure, I am glad you loved it. 🩷 sorry for the wait.

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Can I request a lee Yeon, where reader is a foreig, if she could be black, and reader has some friends she consider her family and is very protective of them, and is gives hugs, because for me is very normal to give hugs especially if they're close, and I see that there is not common. Like how Lee Yeon would react seeing reader so openly comfortable with their friends.

Hi, like 99% of my fics are all included as I specify no personal features so people can just insert themselves into my fics. I am so used to just write it neutral without personal traits. Okay so you want a black reader, how do I have to include this? It will be a bit of an adaptation for me to include writing specifically about it hahah so how do you want this? Like mention it once? Also just Lee Yeon reacting to you being all cuddly?

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Burning Burrow (Reader x George Weasley)

Requested by: anon Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @floatlosers, @alex–awesome–22, @merlieve, @wildiefleur , @meyocoko , @subjecta13-thefangirl , @m-rae23, @melsunshine  , @venomsvl, @evilcr0ne , @vviolynn , @niktwazny303 , @avada-kedrava-bitch-187, @erikasurfer , @slythetic  , @eliscannotdance, @p0nycurtis, @slythetic, @bitchybananaflower, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr, @asgards-princess-of-mischief

"Bottoms up." - George called raising his glass to his sibling. Fred raised his glass up as well to let it clash. Hermione had a nasty glare at them. It made George quirk his eyebrow up. - "What's the matter Granger?" - he questioned lowering his cup of butterbeer back on the table. Hermione leaned in closer with a sharp inhale. - "The problem is we are trying to stay under the radar and you keep making noise for the entire pub to hear." - her voice low but full of warnings.

George looked around, making it a bit too obvious, which led to Hermione panicking even more. - "Relax Granger, a pub is where people drink and that is exactly what I am doing." - he noted bringing his cup slightly up. He sighed setting it back down as she still didn't seem satisfied. - "I hate the waiting." - he mumbled out for his brother to hear. - "The others will meet up with us soon.

Remember this is a diversion, Georgie." - whispering so no others could hear in. - "Yeah and we're stuck with little miss teacher here." - he sighed out, knowing he rather wished to be in another team. Fred reached his hand out to his brother. - "You'll see Y/n soon enough." - reassuring him of the matter. George exhaled deep, raising his butterbeer once more. Elbow out, he unintentionally bumped against a person walking by, making him set a quick hand on the table. Butterbeer splashing out from the cup onto the man's shoes.

George quickly apologized. The man shrugged it off and walked off. George's eyes met up with his brother, seeing him look questionable back. - "Au!" - George called out, flinching back from Hermione's sudden slap against his arm. - "I told you to keep it low." - hardening her gaze onto him. - "It was an accident." - He made clear for her to stop worrying. Rolling with his eyes, he grabbed the butterbeer and drank from it before there would be any new interruptions.

Hermione kept track of the hour. When it was time, she got up. The Weasley twins following her movement. Tossing some galleons on the table before their departure. Just outside, the three of them nodded at each other before each taking a route. Hermione went left, Fred forwards as George went right. Moving his collar up to the cold and tug his hands in his pocket. Keeping his head low, he barely made any eye contact. For anyone could be watching.

Deatheaters could be watching. To get them off their scent, they started to meet up in small groups all over the place. Knowing they would be watched and keep them busy while avoiding them to understand the real plan that is at hand. George took a strange route through Hogsmeade. Going over bridges and hills to head for the highlands. Glancing from time to time over his shoulder to be sure he wouldn't be followed. In the highlands he picked up his pace a bit.

Hurrying down a hill to get to the rocky parts. Feeling as if he was being followed, he went maintained his pace, hurrying for the inwards of a cave just behind the corner of a cliff. In the entrance, he evaporated. Leaving his unwanted guest to look around curiously before heading in the cave where he would be met up with nothing but darkness. George evaporated in an empty street. Grinning to himself for his outstanding deception. Removing himself from near the wall, he headed for the building up ahead.

Squeezed between two houses, nothing out of the ordinary. Entering the house, he wanted only one thing. He went through the corridor, straight to the kitchen. Molly looked up from her vegetables, ready to greet him with words as he frantically looked around the table. Barely any face present. - "Has Y/n arrived yet?" - he asked, letting his gaze go from Sirius to his sister and Hermione.

"Not yet." - Sirius responded, glancing up to Molly. Molly came from around the counter to her son. - "She will be alright." - his mother said soothingly. At the hearing of sounds coming from the hallway, he moved his mother out of the way. Hurrying over. There he found a panting Bill and Fletcher. Hearing a familiar voice, he shoved them aside. - "Y/n!" - he called out, wrapping his arms around you. You were breathing loudly but gladly accepted his hug.

Moving your at arms-lenght, he touched your chin with care. - "Are you hurt?" - he asked worriedly. - "I'm fine." - you responded, moving his hand down. - "She gave them one hell of a run." - his brother pitched in with a breath. Smiling exhaustingly at Bill, you were caught off by George kissing you. Bill cleared his throat to Fletcher, making him leave the hallway. George threw an arm around you, pausing briefly.

"Everything alright George?" - you questioned setting a hand on his chest. He hummed loud, shaking the feeling off. With a smile, he guided you back to the kitchen. Waiting for the party to be full once more. After diner would most of the group return to the Burrow. Awaiting new orders to get the deatheathers off Harry's scent. Clouds rolled over as the sky darkened. You stood by the window, looking upwards. - "Do you think it will rain?" - you questioned, feeling a precense nearing you. Two arms going around you, embracing you in warmth.

"Maybe?" - George responded, resting his chin on your shoulder. You turned round when you heard George whince. Making him move a hand to his head. - "George?"- you said. There was a moment of silence. Then as if being announced clouds gathered. Leaving the sky in an almost pitch black state. Like a distant drumming before a few drops splashed against the window.

More and more gathering till it became a clattering of hard rain against the glass. George looked up to the sky, needing to blink a few times, pushing you out of the way. A pitch black cloud slithered in the air. In an unusual way. Dropping with force to the ground. More shadow streeks came joining, dropping with haste. - "Deatheaters!" - he called out, nearly running you over with haste. Hurrying more to the living room to his parents. - "They've found us!" - he called out.

Arthur rushing towards the window, seeing flames spread out into the fields. - "Merlin's beard." - he muttered out in shock. - "Y/n!" - Bill called out, wand in ready as he hastened to the door. He wasn't going to let the burrow take flames. You hummed determined, taking out your wand as well. Bill flung the door open, running outside. Arthur hurried to the door, calling out both your names.

He moved aside when his twins came forcing a way through. Ron wanted to join too, but Arthur grabbed him quickly by the collar. Pulling him back inside. - "Wake your sister and Hermione." - ordering as his son nodded. Molly came by his side, watching the flames in the fields up ahead. Bill and you were huffing and puffing loud. Running through a gap of the flames, entering the field of crops. Blinded by your surroundings. Bill and you seperated.

Spotting a cloaked figure, you aimed your wand at it. A flicker blasting out of the tip. Missing the figure by a passing hair. - "Y/n!" - you heard being called out. People running through the crops. Hidden in the maze of corn, you looked at both sides. Wand up, deflecting a spell that came your way. Answering with one of your own. - "Y/n!" - you heard again. Knowing it was George frantically calling for you.

Casting another spell, the figure vanished into smoke. Dropping somewhere else in the maze. Hasting after him, you pushed your way through the crops, panting loud. Leaves whipping against your cheeks and arms. Out of breath you came into a clearing. A circle of crops cut down. From somewhere on your right appeared George from between the crops. Equally panting loud. He acknowledged you with an exhausted smile. Wanting to run over to you.

Yet three shadows dropping down in the clearing made him stop. Three deatheaters with masks emerged from the smoke. Moving their wand gracefully. George and you nodded once, tightening your grip around your wand. Their spells came quick and all at once. George and you reflecting them one by one. Different colours luminating your surroundings.

You deflected and counter striked immediatley. Stunning the deatheater. - "Nice one Y/n!" - George complimented. You remained focused. George managed to stun another one too. The third one kept casting as George and you kept moving forwards. You launched forwards casting expelliarmus. Their wand flung away. Yet that didn't stop them as they pulled out a knife. It shined illuminating under the moonlight. George urged you to stay back.

He didn't see the fourth one coming, but you did. You jumped in front of George when they casted a curse. - "Imperio!" - the flash of light hitting you in the chest. Leaving you motionless and with a glaze over your eyes. - "Y/n!" - George called out, rushing over to you. The deatheater with the wand, orchestrated some movement as you copied it. Raising your wand at George.

George paused with a loud gasp. - "Y/n stop! Snap out of it!" - with panic as he knew it was no use. He deflected the first spell of yours that came his way. The deatheater telling you exactly what to do with his wand. George rolled to the side, after feeling a precense from behind. The deatheater with the knife slashed at him. George casted expelliarmus as the knife flung away.

Dropping right by your feet. George stunned the deatheater, turning around to focus on the one controlling you with the imperius curse. George kept steady to deflect every spell of yours. Groaning with frustration, the deatheather stopped. Glanced down and motioned with his wand. Your hand swept up the knife from the ground. - "No!" - George called out, leaping at you.

Grabbing the handle of the knife before it could wedge deep into your chest. Grunting, he tried to force it away from you. Struggling to keep you from doing it. The tip of the knife inches away from your chest. - "No... Y/n please." - he begged moving it to the side but you plunged it back in front of you. - "Please... please..." - his face contracting with pain and sorrow. He noticed a single tear rolling down to your cheek. A loud gasp making him widen his eyes.

The knife plunged deep into your chest. The glaze over your eyes dissapearing, limbs dropping lifeless to the side. With no weight to carry you, you sunk in. George caught your body, holding you in his arms. Gently against his chest. Chin against your head. Crying silently for no screams came out. Mind falling behind on the heart. Grapsing for air, he sucked in a breath. Screaming in terror.

Craddling your body against his. Feeling no response from the one he loves. Lowering his head, it began black before his eyes. Hearing a distant voice. Calling out to him. A ghostly voice, calling out his name. Then a touch. One that shouldn't be there. - "George... Georgie..." - fading in and out. He tightened his embrace. Eyes squeezed shut to drown out the terrors. With a gaps he widened his eyes. Looking around disoriented.

A ghostly face coming in sight. Calling out to him once more. He tried to blink a few times forced to clear the image. Another face coming in sight that looked like his, made no sense. Distorted voices till they became clear. Saying his name again. Gaze clearing up, widening at the sight of a familiar face. - "Y/n!" - he called out, wrapping his arms arouns you. He started tearing up when he felt an embrace in return. Pulling away, he touched your face.

Shuddering out a breath. - "You... you are here..." - he said making you look confused back at his twin. Fred came in sight, snapping his finger in front of him. - "Georgie, you awake? Blimey you scared us." - he spoke. George shoved him up, muttering about the burrow. Hurrying up to the window.

Expecting to find the crops withered, but they were clean. Untouched. Feeling a headache come up, he stumbled back. Fred and you caught him before he could fall. - "Georgie, take it easy..." - you said helping him sit back down. - "What happened, the burrow was burning... you... you... died in my arms Y/n." - talking about it made him teary once more.

You curled up a smile, taking his hand to touch your cheek. - "I'm still here Georgie... you passed out. Did you drink something funny?" - you asked. - "Only butterbeer." - he answered. Fred snapped his finger.

"The man bumping." - he let out, hinting they might have spiked his butterbeer with a nightmare herb. The realization sunk in making him crave your embrace. You hugged him tight, kissing his forehead with care. - "I'm still here Georgie..." - reassuring him it was only a nightmare.

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[frost-queen]

Hi I have a request but I know I’m not gonna ask it until ur requests queue is done 👍 if that’s okay 🥰🥰

That is very considerate of you, thank you but if you think you might forget about it please send it in, I would be sad if you would forget about it. So if you think it will leave your mind, send it in then it can be kept for savekeeping in my letterbox 🩷

[frost-queen]

Hi I’m new to your page but could I pretty please be added to the snows daughter series tag list? Forgive me if this is not the proper way to ask, I’m still relatively new to tumblr

Hi welcome to my humble blog 🩷

May you explore and find your interests here. Of course I would love to tag you for the Presidents daughter series, no problem 😊 this way was just fine 😊 welcome to the Frosties fandom.

[frost-queen]

Any tvd fics soon? :( i remember i requested one with the salvatore reader and it never got written 💔💔 ill be patient but i just been waiting for awhile

The Kol one? It's still in my inbox, I'm too cramped with reqs now I don't know when I will get around to it. I'm mostly working on inspiration but the hot weather is not doing great for my productivity 😂 I'll remember to do it soon but I have loads! Of reqs so please be patient. If you must now it's around 60 reqs I need to finish so 😳😳 a lot

[frost-queen]

I dont understand your question 💔💔

It's a trend where people respond to "what's your favorite horror movie?" And respond to it (mostly it's a video on insta or ticktock) like "When Finnick died in the hunger games, or when Hermione had to erase her parents memories or the look on someone's face after betrayel. With the song of Gracie Abrams in the background. It's about something so shocking or heartbreaking it feels like a horror movie. It's just a trend, I thought it would be interesting to know but no biggie. You can ignore it for I'll drop the post.

[frost-queen]

Your most chilliest of majesties, how ya doing?

Just woke up, I'm still a bit in sleepy mode. So I guess I'm doing alright 😂 I can't process it yet. I hope it will be less hot than these past few days.

How are you doing?

[frost-queen]

The ninth Bridgerton (Male!reader & Bridgerton siblings)

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Hands on the wheels, you pushed to get forwards. Rolling into the hallway on your way to the drawing room. Just passing Anthony, father’s former study. Moving the wheeling chair further into the hall, you stopped upon hearing sudden loud laughter.

Knowing a whirlwind would follow. So you were right. Hyacinth and Gregory came running, caught up in their own game of racing. Hyacinth ran past you, stopping abruptly and turning back to you. – “Morning brother.” – she said coming at your side and placing a kiss on your cheek.

“Are you being mischievous again?” – you responded with a cheeky smile. – “No.” – she spoke, exaggerating the tone a tat too overdramatic. Telling you just otherwise. Gregory came joining your side as well. – “Oh, good cause I’m exhausted.” – he said before getting on the wheeling chair with you. Coming to sit on your lap, arms around your neck. Hyacinth moved her hands to her hip, glaring back at him. It made Gregory swallow a bit uncomfortable.

Nervously he turned his gaze to you. – “You… you don’t mind do you Y/n?” – saying hesitantly. – “Of course not.” – you responded, curling up a smirk. – “For we will win against Hyacinth!” – calling out as you started spinning on the wheels. Speeding past your sister. – “Hey!” – Hyacinth called out. Coming to chase after you and Gregory. – “Faster Y/n, faster.” – Gregory squealed with pleasure. A maid stood by the door as you startled her by shouting at her to get the door.

She yelped loud, nearly letting her tray drop before opening the door with haste. You zoomed past her into the drawing room. Gregory calling out victory. While he was cheering, you were panicking as you were about to bump right against the table full of sweets. Trays and trays filled with macrons, cakes and chocolates. If it wasn’t for Anthony jumping in between. Catching you, hands on the railings to stop you, face contracting as he received a hard kick against his knees from your wheeling chair. You would’ve been covered in sweets.

Anthony inhaled deep, giving Gregory a serious brotherly scowl. Gregory lowered his hands, his victory sniffed out with one glance. – “Sorry.” – he said softly, sliding off your lap with a bit of your help. – “For the last time Gregory, Y/n is not a carriage.” – making it clear to him by giving him a final warning. – “It… it is alright, brother… I allowed it.” – you defended Gregory’s behaviour for you had fuelled it.

Anthony sighed soft, lowering himself to your height. – “Do not encourage him.” – he warned you before settling with a cheeky smile. Touching your chin briefly with affection. Chuckling, you knew he couldn’t stay angry at you long. Anthony went behind the wheeling chair to roll you away from the table of sweets. – “Are we expecting guests?” – you asked, head back to look up to him.

“The Sharma’s.” – Anthony responded setting you between the sofa’s. – “So I need you to be on your best behaviour.” – he spoke coming back to the front. Lowering himself a bit to straighten your tie. – “Aren’t I always?” – you answered unable to sneak in a snicker. He gave you a glance back to stop teasing him.

Anthony turned around, nearly bumping into Benedict. – “Oh.” – Benedict said, deflecting his brother before he could bump into him. Taking a spin to join your side, revealing a box of macrons behind Anthony’s back. – “First choices Y/n.” – he whispered at you. – “Don’t worry I’ve hidden some chocolate one’s from Gregory just for you.”

Snickering soft, you took out a few macrons before Anthony could notice it. Your brother winking back at you that it would your little secret. Francesca and Eloise entered the drawing room as well, followed by mother. – “The Sharma’s could be here any moment.” – she spoke in a slight panic. Hoping everything would be alright. Benedict flopped himself down in the sofa.

Gregory and Hyacinth coming to join his side at the sight of macrons in his hand. Quietly bickering about the flavours and that Benedict needed to share. Francesca came over to you, coming to stand behind you. Resting her hands on your shoulders. Violet shushed at her children in the sofa to stop it. Not a moment later were the Sharma’s announced.

All of them bowed or curtsied as you lowered your head. Anthony and Violet went up to the Sharma’s to welcome them properly. You watched, looking up to your sister. She noticed the hint, lowering her head a bit to you. – “So which one is Edwina… the one in purple?” – you asked presuming it was her for how Anthony acted around her. – “No, brother-dear that is Kate.” – she whispered back to you.

Stunned you furrowed your brows. Anthony gestured back at you as it made you widen your eyes brief. Clearing your throat when he wanted to introduce you. – “Miss Edwina, Miss Sharma, meet my brother Y/n.” – he said. Both of them curtsied before you. You bowed your head in response. – “Lovely to meet you.” – you spoke. – “Likewise.” – Kate spoke in return.

Anthony smiled, slightly leaning in to Kate as you caught it. – “Miss Edwina have you seen our gardens?” – you suggested. – “Oh… I have not.” – she responded with delight. Francesca moved her hands from your shoulders onto the handle of the wheeling chair.

With a gesture, she came to follow you. Passing your brother, you winked at him. Leaving him with Kate for you had taken Edwina to show the gardens. Anthony stared baffled back at you. Smiling sheepishly then at Kate for the world could fade away around them.

With Francesca pushing you, you showed Edwina the gardens. Talked about the flowers and showed her all the beautiful scenery. Francesca remaining quiet for she was happy just to accompany and not do much of the talking. – “May I ask why I have not seen you at any balls this season.” – Edwina asked with curiosity.

“For the ton is not ready for my charm.” – you responded. Francesca placed a hand on your shoulder, leaning a bit down. – “He’s being silly.” – she said to Edwina with a smile. Edwina smiled sheepishly back. – “Frankly I do not know… I’m not feeling it yet. Perhaps in a few years I might.” – you responded.

“When you are older and wiser.” – Francesca said softly with a teasing undertone to you. – “I have always been wise. Be prepared sister, for if I join I might have to fight of the ladies.” – ending your sentence with a few fist punches. Making both Edwina and your sister laugh at your silliness. Chuckling amusingly, you grabbed the handle once more in the front. After a while you returned back inside. Edwina and Anthony sharing a bit more time together before they took their leave once more.

Upon a fortnight you were enjoying a stroll with your siblings. From afar you spotted Penelope. Waving at her. Penelope waved back at you before coming over. You invited her along your family stroll. Most of your family decided to rest after a while. Only a few brave one’s dared to go deeper into the woods with you. Colin, Hyacinth, Francesca and Penelope.

Francesca was pushing you. Colin and Penelope walking in front of you, close by each other. The sight of them alone made you supress the urge to yell at them to finally start courting. For there was something with them, only you appeared to see. Hyacinth was walking beside you, hopping happily with a freshly plucked bouquet of flowers in her hand.

The deeper you went through the forest, the rougher the terrain got. Francesca needing to do much more effort to push you forwards. Then all of the sudden, your wheel wouldn’t budge. Making Francesca bump against the wheeling chair. Setting her feet better to give it all her might. Groaning and pushing. – “Hyacinth help me.” – she called out, still pushing.

You looked down at both sides, seeing that the wheels had been caught in muddy ground. – “Colin!” – you called out, calling him back. Penelope and Colin came running back. – “It appears I am stuck.” – you chuckled out. Hyacinth and Francesca were pushing from behind with little progress. Colin shooed them away, giving it a go for himself. Puffing loud as it wouldn’t budge.

“It appears we’ll have to leave you behind.” – Colin said with smile but a smile Francesca didn’t caught. She immediately slapped him for even saying such a thing. – “I was merely joking.” – Colin breathed out. Unable to get rid of his sister’s glare. – “We’ll simply push it together.” – Hyacinth suggested.

The three of them moved to the back. Penelope approached you from the front, making you blink surprised. Taking the handle from you. Moving the handle forwards so that it stretched out in front of you. – “I’ll pull.” – she spoke. Colin looked up from over your shoulder to her. Smiling under his breath to her assistance. The three of them started to push as Penelope pulled.

Slowly it started to budge a bit. Moving back and forth till with a few strong pushes, you got released. The wheeling chair moving rapidly forwards. Penelope nearly tripping over her own feet as your siblings nearly plunged into the mud at their feet.

You gestured at Penelope to take the handle back for support. She shook her head. – “I’ll keep pulling, we wouldn’t want you to get stuck again wouldn’t we now Y/n.” – she responded. You grinned sheepishly. – “You are too kind Penelope.” – Looking over your shoulder than to your brother.

“Isn’t she the sweetest? A kind soul.” – you spoke to tease your brother that bit more. Colin breathed out a laugh, giving you a little shove. – “She’s very kind.” – he answered. Gesturing at her to pull as he would push. Francesca and Hyacinth remaining at each side of yours. Guiding you gently back to the others.

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