#ANTHONY IN THAT SHIRT...SIR

[smoshidiot]

Anthony's Funeral Roast Prints

get them here!

[hughesvolpe]

the tan, the chain, the black jersey, the walk

i’m totally fine about this, obviously

[sequentialprophet]

[tookhimtomypenthouse]

Hate Yourself - Chapter One

series warnings: female!reader x oliver quick, past/implied felix x oliver, dub-con, stalker behavior, voyeurism, degradation, dacryphilia, bloodplay, gaslighting, manipulation, untagged story elements (the warnings aren't exhaustive!), DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT bbgirl

summary: you’re hired as a maid after Oliver comes to own Saltburn, and find your employer to be very invested in your work

minors dni!

Your palms felt sweaty as you gripped your bags, staring into the massive gates of the mansion. You were tempted to turn around and run as the grandiosity of the building overwhelmed you. It felt like the iron jaws of the gate could open and eat you at any moment. Your torment was short-lived, however, as the creaky gates opened as you nudged them forward. Just beyond the courtyard, imposing wood doors awaited. Gravel crunched underfoot as you made your way over to them. Just before you could knock upon the doors, they swung open to reveal a graying, stern man.

"Welcome to Saltburn, miss." The man gives you a tight smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "You must be the new housekeeper?"

"Yes, that would be me," you laugh awkwardly, unsure of what to say next. 

"Lovely to meet you. My name is Duncan, head butler. Anthony will take your bags to your quarters. Come, and I'll show you around the grounds." You set your bags down and hurry after Duncan, who, despite his age, has a considerable stride. 

Each room in the house seemed grander than the next. The soft autumn sunlight pouring in from the floor-to-ceiling windows illuminated the formal dining room. Sheer red curtains floated elegantly to the sides, fluttering as you swished by. 

"Wow," you breathe out as you catch a glimpse of the massive garden. You can't help but gape at the massive hedges that seem to form a huge wall of green or at the multiple elegant fountains spraying in the air. "The grounds are so beautiful."

Duncan casts a fleeting glance through the window and continues on with the tour. Your head spins as you try to remember all the rooms and build a mental map of the estate, but the rooms seem to never stop coming. You are lost in the task when you finally arrive in the master bedroom.

"Here is the master bedroom," Duncan says, startling you out of your trance. The room is grand, with large wooden furniture and sumptuous fabrics and paintings. The closet door is ajar, revealing a closet full of crisp suits and hanging shirts without a single wrinkle. Expensive ties are neatly tucked into an organizer above a row of pristine dress shoes. "Sir Oliver is particular about how this room is made up, but Lyuba will teach you the specifics later."

You give him a nod, soaking in the finery and sheer wealth of this place. It's a far cry from the squatty brick council house you grew up in. The momentary thought of home makes your eyes prickle. You push the thought away and follow Duncan as he continues. Tears won't help you navigate the maze that is Saltburn. 

~

You flop into your bed with a deep sigh. The rest of the day passed so quickly as Lyuba, the woman whose job you were taking over, taught you the ins and outs of the job. When you close your eyes, you swear you can still see towels and sheets being folded. Lyuba was impressed at the speed at which you picked up the proper technique for all the linens, but you were no match for her practiced hands. It would take some time before you perfectly replace the experienced housekeeper. No use worrying about it now, you thought as you slipped towards sleep. The room you had in the servant's quarter of the estate was still larger than any you'd ever stayed in.

Right before sleep could overtake you, you heard a loud creaking sound. Icy fear flooded into your chest as you bolted upright. Your eyes weren't adjusted to the room's darkness, but it didn't stop you from frantically peering into the dark for the source. Through the shadows, you couldn't make out anything specific. After a few moments, you noticed that your door was open a crack. Did I leave it open? You aren't sure if you did. Your furiously pounding heart starts to slow, and you rise out of bed to close it. It is an old house, right? Surely some shifting floorboards or creaking of the structure caused the sound. Must've forgotten to shut the door, too. You chided yourself for getting so worked up over the noise. Fears soothed, you climbed back into bed and dozed off.

~

"Not so much water," warned Lyuba as you went to lift the mop out of the bucket. You quickly wrung the mophead out a bit more before starting on the tiled floor. You and Lyuba cleaned one of the guest bathrooms mostly in silence, only interrupted when she caught a mistake you were making. You turn to see Lyuba's snowy white bun bobbing in time with her careful movements. The older woman was only going to stay to teach you until the end of the week before she embarked on her retirement. You were at first shocked to find she was the only maid for the sprawling estate, but you quickly realized why.

This place is a fucking ghost town.

It had been three days since your arrival, but you had only glimpsed the owner of this place a handful of times. He was the only actual resident, not counting the help. Oliver Quick was his name, according to Duncan. You were debating whether to ask Lyuba more or let the mystery about the man of the house linger.

Curiosity won.

"Lyuba," you started cautiously, "what is the owner like?" You notice her movement halt with your question.

"Why?" Her response comes almost as an accusation. She turns fully to face you, and her face searches yours carefully. 

"Oh, I just was wondering because I've hardly seen him," you reply, unsure of how to respond.

Lyuba shuffles close to you until you are nearly touching. She gently grabs your wrist. "Strange. Be careful, girl," she whispers in a gentle tone. "I worked for the family before him," she continues, hushed and serious as the grave, "and then he swoops in and inherits that place." She drops your wrist and stares into your eyes intently. "Practically a stranger when he-"

"Hello." You and Lyuba jump as you see a man leaning against the doorframe.

"H-hi," you stutter, taken by surprise. His eyes meet yours, and you're drawn in by the shocking blueness of them.

"My name is Oliver," he offers, "and you must be Lyuba's replacement?" A small smile makes its way across his face. 

"Yes," you breathe out and offer him your name. Your surprise at being interrupted fades, and you finally take him in. He wears a fine button-down shirt and slacks, his hair combed back without a single strand out of place. You suddenly feel shabby in your black uniform dress and messy hair. You flick your wet hands behind your back to try and appear more together. His unnerving gaze has you self-conscious.

"Pleasure to meet you. I'm sure Lyuba has taught you all you need to know." His eyes dart to her briefly but soon return to you. He stretches in the doorway, and you can't help but see the muscles of his arms under the thin cotton of the shirt. "It's nice to have a new face around."

"Ah," you splutter, face hot. "I'm sure it is." You can't help but feel skittish as he watches you return to your work. He'd always made himself scarce before today, so his presence feels overwhelming so near to you.

"We have much to do," cuts in Lyuba, her annoyance clear, "and we need to finish, sir." She turns her back to him and returns to her cleaning. 

"Of course," replies Oliver, lifting his hands in a gesture of resignation. "Don't stop on my account. I wouldn't dare interrupt her training." He backs out of the bathroom, but not before throwing you a small wink. 

You shake your head and return to your work. Lyuba's hushed condemnation and Oliver's surprise entrance have you cleaning in silence. You could practically taste the animosity between the two of them but get the sense you won't get much more out of Lyuba today. Instead, you pass the day with the gnawing feeling that you're missing something very important.

[newtonsheffield]

Black cat Kate and Tattoo golden retriever Anthony is such a vibe and I love them so much.

The lyric, “my father’s snide remarks about your tattoos will be ignored, cos my heart is yours,” springs to mind. So I just have to ask, is there anyone that Kate has to put in their place when it comes to her tattoos hunk of a man?

I think people are generally surprised when they meet Kate and then meet her partner. I think Anthony’s so different than almost everyone else Kate’s ever dated. It’s a little surprising to her parents when they meet Anthony. They’re surprised by the motorbike and the tattoos all over his body but Anthony clearly worships the ground Kate walks on. He’s committed to their relationship and he put on a dress shirt and braces the first time he met them because he wanted to make a good impression. He’s a good guy and when they’ve barely been together nine months and Kate discovers she’s pregnant Anthony is happy. Anthony takes providing for his family and spending time with them seriously. Kate’s happy. She loves Anthony, and he loves her and that’s all they’d ever want for Kate.

There are a few surprised looks at baby things they take Edmund to after he’s born when Kate’s gone in and Anthony arrives after parking the car and the instructor clears her throat nervously,

“Um, can I help you, Sir?”

Anthony raised his eyebrows, “Yeah I’m just-”

“Anthony, honey, over here.” Kate called out, walking over to him anyway. “Ashley, I don’t think you’ve met Neddy’s Dad have you? This is my partner, Anthony.”

Ashley can’t stop staring at him. Kate’s all sundresses and high heels and Anthony’s there with a leather jacket over his arm and a muscle tee, straight from work, tattoos all down his arms but when you see them together they match. Neddy giggles when he catches sight of his Dad and Anthony makes an excited noise, scooping his son up and kissing the little boy’s cheek, with his other arm around Kate’s waist. They match.

[phenphoenix]

Kinda wanna write the swap au meeting their og selves I think that’d be fun

Absolutely, I'll even plant some seeds for you that I've already got

Anthony and Angel Dust - Both see each other as the worst version of themselves. Yet deep down, don't hold too much resentment because they are the same person, just different circumstances.

Husker and Husk - Husk is a bit weirded out at first but warms up to husker cause he reminds him of when he was younger and happier. Husker is just curious where husks shirt went-

Niff and Nifty - Niff lowkey kinda wishes she was as crazy as Nifty. Maybe she wouldn't be so depressed- just blissfully insane. Nifty is confused at seeing another her and thinks she has a long-lost twin.

Swap!Vaggie and Vaggie - Vaggie is uncomfortable with seeing her alternate self, just making her more grateful it was charlie who found her. Swap!Vaggie puts on a front to be as over the top as possible because she's lowkey having a crisis and just feels even worse.

Charlotte and Charlie - Charlie is over the moon to meet her alternate self. Charlotte, not so much. She sees Charlie as a naive little puppy. But she admires her resilience and how even with all of hell seeing her as a joke, she keeps doing what she believes in.

Lady Cherri and Cherri bomb - They get along great. Both are still basically the same person, and if anything, Cherri respects the hell out of Lady cherri for being born in the late 1800s and still achieving what she has. While Lady Cherri loves the fact that her alternate self was able to be as free as she was 100 years in the future.

Pentious and Sir pentious - Again, they get along great. Both are goofy middle-aged men who like to destroy things and be eeeeeeevil. But really have a good heart and just want to prove themselves in the end.

Swap!Vess and The vees - Not much to say other than they are all still toxic besties. Lotta passive aggressive remarks lmao

Swap!Sera and Sera - very much a "if my cards were different, I understand I would have gone down your path," but with both thinking they are the better one.

Swap!Emily and Emily - Emily doesn't even want to look at her alternate self. While Swap!Emily sees her alternate self as a naive fool who needs to take more of a stand. (But is faithful that she will)

Swap!Adam and Adam - Both look at each other and go "Hah what a loser"

Swap!Lute and Lute - Lute is disappointed that her Alternate self seems so,,,boring. But still respects her for her high rank in Hevan. Swap!Lute thinks Lute could use a chill pill...and maybe some therapy.

(Since Lillith and Lucifer are still big question marks within cannon and this AU, I'll leave them out for now)

[asmutwriter]

Just A Lady (Part 4)

DESCRIPTION: After the party you go back home. But you don't go back alone.

A/N: The second half of season 3 came out yesterday (as of me posting this) and I am so excited to watch it! Sadly I go on holiday the day it comes out so I may not be able to watch it until the following week!

I do hope you enjoy this part - it doesn't follow the timeline of the story so no spoilers are in here if you are concerned. Just have some pure Benedict smut and fluff

WORD COUNT: 3383

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WARNINGS: brothels, sex workers, swearing, smut, oral (f recieving), fingering, biting, use of 'sir', soft dom Benedict, sub reader, hair pulling, unprotected sex, p in v

DISCLAIMERS

- I wrote this in my knowledge of sex workers and I am truly sorry if I got it wrong and/or is offensive, that is not what I intended to do and Im sorry if that is the case

-  This is fiction. Please always talk to your partner before doing anything and make sure they are ok with what you are doing beforehand

You stretch as the morning sun leaks in through your curtains. Sitting up as you look around yourself. Flinging the covers from yourself as you head to the window. Moving the curtains as you take in the sunshine. Taking in a breath, admiring the view. A knock at the door brings you out of your thoughts. You turn to face the doorway.

"Come in". You say. A servant comes in. Smiling at you.

"Ma'am. Breakfast is being served. Lady Bridgerton asked us to come and inform their guests". You nod and smile.

"Thank you. I will get dressed and be down shortly". She nods. Exiting the room and shutting the door behind her. You go over to your bag. Taking off your shirt and placing it onto the chair. Putting on your day dress before you head to the breakfast room.

Ornate food layed out. You stop yourself from uttering a curse in shock at the sight as you see the Bridgertons sat down. Sitting next to Daphne as Anthony sits at one end of the table, Violet the other end. The oldest son giving you a very disgusted look as you pull in your chair.

A silence fills the room as they start indulging in the food. You grab several of the pastries. Stuffing your face with them. Looking opposite you, seeing Colin shake his head slightly. Silently showing you how to eat the items. You smile. Dabbing your mouth with the back of your hand before delicately eating the food laid out before you. Some time passing before Violet speaks up.

"It is getting quite late. What is the time?" she says. Looking around to locate a non existent clock in the room.

"Just after 10 am ma'am". One of the servants says.

"Really?" you say.

"Everything ok?" Daphne asks next to you

"Yes. Yes. I just planned on being home at 10 today"

"No do stay for longer" Eloise says. Smiling at you.

"I cant I'm sorry. I need to go back home. I've got stuff I need to attend to"

"No do stay. Please" she smiles at you. You tilt your head slightly.

"If she needs to go then we should let her leave" Anthony says "For the best, I feel" His gaze harsh as he looks at you. You try not to laugh at his obvious annoyance of your presence. Nodding as you smile at him.

"Exactly Mr Bridgerton" you stand. "Thank you for the food and the place to sleep". You pick up another pastry. "I'll just take this to go". Violet looks at you in a slight confusion as you take a bite from it. Turning as you head out the room. Picking up your evening dress from the chair as you shove it into your bag. Eating the rest of the bun as you push it in with your other hand. Placing the bag onto your shoulder before walking out the door.

It was a long but joyous walk home. A smile plastered on your face as you get to the brothel. In a state of euphoria as you change into your more mundane clothing before walking back home. Being greeted by your girls. Being bombarded by them as they ask you a multitude of questions. You answer them all. Placing your bag onto the sofa as you do your chores. Washing up. Washing in general. Plus the outside animals.

You tend to Rebecca. Her arm seemed to be in good condition. Not seeming to be infected and healing nicely. Going out to grab the clothes from the line as the girls stop questioning you. Well, more you started threatening them with helping you. Causing most to run away. Apart from Sofia and Daisy who started to help you fold the clothes up. The others off admiring the chickens. Playing in the garden.

The day goes by as normal. You all get ready for bed as the day ends. Piling into your overcrowded room at night. Two beds being shared between the 7 of you. It was a squeeze but you were used to it. Different experience to what you had the night before.

You wake up early. Quietly getting out of bed and getting dressed. You go to the chickens. Collecting the eggs. Heading to the house and placing them into a basket. There is a gentle knock at the door. You place the last egg down. Wiping your hands onto you dress as you go over to the door. Opening it your smile is met with confusion as you see Benedict outside.

"Mr Bridgerton" you say. He smiles at your obvious confusion. You step put. Him stepping to allow you room as you pull the door behind you. "What are you doing here?"

"You have my shirt from last night. Or the night before I suppose". You shake your head.

"No I don-" you think back. You remember chucking the shirt on the chair. The chair that had your evening dress on. The same dress you packed in the morning. In a rush. Not paying much attention to anything else. "I may have accidentally picked it up"

"I thought I'd come by and collect it first hand. If I don't take it back then word might get out that you borrowed it. And then rumours will spread about why you would have my shirt"

"Ah. We cant be having that". You open the door again. Going over to the bag as he follows you inside your small home. "How did you remember where I lived?"

"I may have gone to your work and asked about you"

"Yeah I'm sure that's the only reason you went to my work" you smile at him. Taking out his shirt and handing it to him. He takes it. Looking at the material in his hands. "You ok?"

"Yes. I'm fine" he looks up at you. "If I leave this here then it gives me a reason to come back tomorrow". You roll your eyes as you smirk at him.

"You read to many romance books"

"Or I'm just a hopeless romantic" he smiles at you. Causing you to chuckle.

"Either way, you need to get back to your family. I'm sure they're missing you"

"They probably haven't even realised I'm gone".

"Well... I need to do stuff today". you shut the bag with your dresses in "I have a day of housework to catch up on".

"I can help, if you'd like". You look at him. Biting your bottom lip.

"I don't expect you to invite me to a party then 24 hours later help me organise and tidy my home". You pause momentarily. "How about this - I'll be at work later tonight. Why don't you meet me there? We can catch up, away from prying eyes". He raises an eyebrow. A cocky smile on his face as his eyes dart to your lips.

"You want me to meet you in a brothel?"

"I can come round to your house if you'd rather. See your brothers agai-""

"No. No need for that"

"Are you sure? I think Anthony is really warming up to me".

"I'll meet you tonight". You smile.

"I look forward to it". He smiles back. Turning on his heel before walking away. "I start work at 7" you call after him. He turns and waves at you. Walking backwards you see the grin on his face before he turns again. Shirt in hand as you see him walk off into the distance.

-

You say goodnight to the girls before heading off to work. Telling them you'll be back later. You have a quick smoke before meeting with a client. A very, very quick ordeal happens between the two of you. Leaving him very hot and sweaty and you feeling... nothing. You bid him ado. Taking his money and placing it into your knee high sock. Wrapping a silk dressing gown around yourself as you go back out to the main part of the brothel.

You have a drink. A quick shot of whiskey as one of the newer girls comes over to you. Grabbing your arm, she speaks in a very high pitched tone. "You have a friend. This is the second time hes come here asking after you". She turns. Following her gaze you see Benedict. You smile at him, catching his eye he smiles back. You lift a hand, waving him over. "No what are you doing?"

"Telling my friend to come over to me"

"You don't understand. That's a Bridgerton. They are loaded. Plus he is handso-"

"Ladies" he says. His smile enough for the both of you.

"Mr Bridgerton" you smile at him "I'm glad to see you got my invitation"

"Is this your usual type of meeting place or?" Your friend speaks up. Smiling at him as he chuckles.

"No. Not usually"

"Ok. That's good. I think. Isa is that good?"

"I don't know" just as shes about to say something else you cut her off. "Shall we go somewhere more private?" Meeting the males eyes. Both of them looking at you. He nods. Standing up you hold a hand out towards him to which he takes. Leading him to a room and shutting the door. "I apologise about my friend. She's new and doesn't quite understand the etiquette yet". He chuckles and shakes his head.

"Nothing to be sorry for. She seems nice". He watches as you go and sit on the bed. Pulling the robe around you a bit more.

"I don't think I did ever say thank you properly did I?". He tilts his head slightly.

"For?"

"The party the other day. My goodness it was amazing. And..." you lean forward slightly. A smile on your lips "your brothers didn't murder me. Which I'm taking as a good thing". He laughs. Folding his arms as he leans against a wall.

"That was a surprise to be fair". You nod. Leaning back as you look at the ceiling. Resting your hands onto your lap.

"I still cant believe that you live like that everyday"

"We don't have a ball everyday" he says. You tilt your head. Watching as he makes his way over to the bed. Sitting next to you.

"Whats the point of having a house that big if you don't have parties in it at every opportunity" he chuckles. Moving his gaze forward as your head remains turned towards him.

"Its a lot of work. Gone into each party that is. The catering and the dancing"

"I can imagine it gets quite socially draining too. Always needing to say the correct things to the correct people". He nods. Turning his head back to you. "I don't think I could wear a corset for that long either". He chuckles softly.

"Thats why I enjoy your company"

"Because you don't have to wear a corset around me? Oh I'm flattered" you smile as his grin grows.

"I know I don't have to be proper with you. That I can be who I truly am and you wont judge me or think that there's someone better out there". He reaches forward. Taking one of your hands in his. His eyes remaining on yours as he brings your delicate hand up. Gently kissing the back of it. "I am grateful for our friendship". You smile at his words. Softness in your eyes as you look at him.

"You sure you don't want to take up poetry rather then art? It seems to be your calling" he chuckles. Looking downwards. Holding your hand in his as he rests it on his leg. Stroking the back of it with his thumb.

"No words I wrote could describe your beauty and grace. Only an image could do it justice". You smile. He moves his head back up. Your gaze falling upon each other. You move your body. Facing towards him more. Your free hand coming up and gently brushing the stray hairs from his forehead. Tracing down his temple. His cheek. Jawline. Your eyes following your finger as you use it to outline his features.

He brings his hand up. Gently cupping your cheek. Drawing your eyes to look at his. He leans forward, kissing you. You melt into him. Your hands falling to his chest. He brings his hands to the tie of your dressing gown. Undoing it. His hands trailing up the sides as he pushes the soft fabric from your shoulders. He moves away. Bringing his mouth to your neck, then shoulder. Kissing along it. You shut your eyes. A soft sigh leaving your lips as you bring a hand to his hair. He bites at the skin. Causing you to gasp. The suddenness making your back arch. Pressing into him more.

He moves his body. Kissing your lips as he comes in front of you. Pushing you to lie on the bed. His body coming over yours. Your hands coming and cupping his face. He moves away, about an inch. Looking down at you as you lie beneath him. You nudge his nose with yours. Brushing your lips against his. He smiles. Kissing you again. Then your jawline. Throat. Collar bone. Making his way down. Kneeling before you. Gently placing his palms onto your knees as he pushes them apart.

"So beautiful" he whispers. He strokes over your legs. Throwing them over his shoulders before he leans forward. His tongue pressing against you. Your breath hitches, followed by a low groan. One arm wraps around your hip. His hand resting on your stomach. Bringing the other up, he pushes his finger into you. Curling it once his knuckle hits you.

"Holy fuck" you drawn out speech fills the room. Both your hands reach down. Grabbing his hair as he inserts another digit into you. Dragging them along that sweet spot inside of you. His tongue doing wonders on your clit as mewled speech leaves your lips. His hand resting on your stomach pushes down. Adding just the right amount of pressure to your build up.

"Please. Please sir" you beg. Trying to grind your hips against him as he attacks your cunt. He hums against you. Wet sounds filling the room as your high builds and builds. You clutch at his hair. Trying to bring him closer to you. The continuing motions on you causing your orgasm to hit you. You squeeze your legs together. The filthiest moan leaving your lips as you let it wash over you. You breath heavily as he slows his fingers. Removing his mouth from you, he comes up. Gently kissing your neck as his fingers still move inside of you.

You run a hand through his hair. The other running up the length of his arm. "I-I want to feel you. All of you. Please" you whisper. Head tilting downwards so you can speak into his ear. He removes his fingers. Tracing his fingers over your clit, causing you to jolt. A soft whine leaving your lips as he moves off of you. Your eyes on his as he stands before you.

His hand goes to the bottom of his shirt. Bringing it up and over his torso. You lean up on your arms. Biting your bottom lip as your eyes scan over his torso. He brings a hand down. Undoing the button of his trousers. Pushing them and his undergarments down his legs. You take in a breath at the sight. Eyes going back up to his eyes as he gives you a cocky smile. Coming back over he takes your face in his hands. Kissing you harshly. You hands gripping his wrists.

He pushes you back down onto the bed. Resting on his forearm as his other hand stays on your cheek. You put your legs either side of his waist. Lips still connected with his as he removes his hand from your face. Lining himself up with your opening. He moves from the kiss. You hands gently running over his shoulders. Eyes watching your face as he pushes into you. Agonizingly slowly. You moan out. Your hands gripping at him.

"Fuck" he mutters. Filling you up completely. You wrap your arms around him. Your legs crossing over his waist. His chest pressing into yours as he kisses you. Starting to move his hips. A slow grind. His hand comes up. Resting near your head. You moan into his mouth. Moving away as your mouth becomes slightly agape. Soft gasps and moans filling his ears as he watches you. A smile continuing to stay on his face as you break underneath him. You flutter your eyes.

"Keep your eyes on me". You nod slightly. Opening them. Making eye contact with him. A gentle blush coming over your cheeks at the intimacy of the moment. "Good girl" he smiles. Kissing you. Moving his hand from by your head downwards. His hand finding where you two meet. His thumb gently stroking over your clit.

"F-fuck". You mutter. The blush growing more as you keep his steady gaze. His slow movements inside of you matching perfectly with the delicate movements of his thumb. "You f-feel... s-so good...". He smiles. Gently kissing your lips again as he fastens his pace. His thumb stilling on your clit. Pushing down onto it hard as his hips start to piston in and out of you. "Fuck fuck fuck". You groan. Your nails digging into his back. Every ounce of you keeping your eyes open as you keep his gaze.

"Sir. P-please". His smile growing. Kissing your forehead. Your toes start to curl. A moan leaving your lips as you feel your second orgasm hit you. Your legs tightening around him, bringing him close to you as you clench around his length.

"Shit" he mutters. Pulling himself out of your incredibly inviting hole. Seconds later feeling his seed hitting your thigh. You come down from your high. Shutting your eyes as he rests his head onto your shoulder. You kiss his temple. Stroking his shoulder blades. Feeling the small indentations from your nails being left on his skin. He kisses your shoulder before rolling next to you. Lying on his back as he shuts his eyes. His chest heavy as he regains his composure. You stand up. Walking over to where you keep clean towels. Grabbing some and cleaning yourself up first. Going back over to him.

"May I?". He looks at you. His cocky smile having softened as he nods. You clean him up. Gently kissing the centre of his chest before you grab your gown. Wrapping it around yourself, doing the tie up in the front. He sits up. Holding a hand out towards you. You go over to him. Taking his hand as he pulls you onto his lap. Resting his hands on your hips. You kiss him. A soft hum leaving your lips. Wrapping your arms around his neck before you part.

"We should do this again sometime" he says. His smile ever cocky as he runs his hands up your sides.

"That we should. However, I need to get back to work". He fake pouts. "Come on handsome. You need to get back to your home. And I need to get back to mine". He nods. Kissing you. His arms going around your waist. Pulling you close to him. You smile into the kiss. Shaking your head as you stand up. Playfully pushing his arms. "If I stay here with you then I will never leave this room"

"Would that be such a bad thing?". You bite your lip. Smiling at him. He smiles back. Grabbing his shirt and trousers he stands up. You turn to give him privacy. Hearing him shuffling as you assume he gets dressed. Feeling a hand come to your shoulder. You turn, looking up at him as his hand moves from your shoulder to your cheek. Leaning down and kissing you. You have to control yourself not to melt into him. He moves away.

"Thank you for a wonderful evening Isabella. I will remember it". He moves away. Straightening his clothes again before he opens the door. Turning back to face you as he gives you a last smile. You smile at him as you watch him leave through the building and out the front door.

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[thekatebridgerton]

Today on another episode of stories I wish someone would write: Bridgerton flowershop vs tattoo parlour au

I don't know i just thought of an au where Benedict runs a tattoo parlor with Gen Delacroix as a passion project and has overseen the designs for the ink of all his siblings. But with some drama added

Anthony: the most serious of business men, everyone thinks he doesn't have tattoos, because hes so straight laced, but in reality he's got his whole back inked. The tattoo on his back is a very detailed clockwork machinery inside a beehive which he got when Edmund died. The only person outside of his family who's ever seen the tattoo up close outside is Kate Sharma, a woman Anthony has a complicated past with. Kate used to be one of Anthony's business competitors, but after having a falling out with her sister where Anthony was heavily involved, Kate retired from the corporate world and decided to open a Dog Groomer Salon to get her life back on track. 'Sir Newton's Pet Pampering' happens to be right across Bridgerton's Ink and in between Sophie's flower shop and Peneloise bookstore. Anthony finds every excuse he can to visit Benedict and watch Kate from afar, trying to work up the courage to approach her and fix things. Even tho she's under the impression that Anthony ruined her relationship with Edwina on purpose and absolutely hates his guts.

Benedict: with the exception of his siblings he's the artist and Gen is more of the one with the needle, he doesn't ink customers. He's got a very nice tattoo of art supplies intertwined with the Bridgerton family crest all across his chest (a tribute to his family and his lifelong dream), he likes to wear shirts that are slightly open in the front, to give people a peek but also leave them wondering about the full thing. The only person aside from his family that he's ever inked is 'flower shop' Sophie from across the street. He may or may not be totally smitten with her ever since she first came into his business, but she doesn't take him seriously because he's been acting like a wishy washy playboy since meeting her. She's a single mom, who is very secretive about why the father of her little Charlie isn't in the picture and thinks that Benedict is bad news in an ink covered package, but he wants to show her that she's wrong, so wrong, he can help her, now if only she would let him show her that he's not such a bad guy. Then maybe that masquerade tattoo he inked in her shoulder could be joined by a glass slipper

Colin: the consummate travel writer, he's got both arms tatted up with quotes in different languages and artwork of the places he's traveled, and he loves to push up his shirtsleeves to show them off, especially around Penelope. His long time friend who runs the bookstore cafe across the street with his sister. but lately he's been (mooching off) staying with Benedict for a while longer ever since Genevieve let it slip that Penelope might have seen all Colin's tattoos but she's obviously never shown him hers. Now Colin is paranoid about Penelope's secret tattoos, why didn't she tell him? Where did she get inked? Does she have more secrets?. Penelope on the other hand is struggling to hide her secret life as erotic romance writer Lady Whistledown, while she dodges Colin's pursuit and manages the bookstore, as much as she's always wished for his undivided attention, she's not going to show him her tattoos just to satisfy his curiosity. ( Especially not the Quill tattoo she got right below her breast or the matching parchment tattoo she got in the inside of her upper thigh). This, predictably is driving Colin crazy

Eloise: Eloise was never a fan of tattoos like her brothers, sure shes got a small violet in her ankle and a 'Girlboss' and 'Smash the patriarchy' inked in small print around her right wrist. But she's never seen the appeal of huge tattoos... Until Philip the plant guy. Truthfully he's just of one of her bookstore's regulars, who works with Sophie from down the street. And drinks his coffee in El's book cafe, El makes small talk with him on slow mornings but it's not like they're friends ( sometimes he leaves Eloise flowers instead of a tip, but that's a conversation for another day). The thing is that with that nerdy, Frazzled, soccer dad look, Eloise would have never thought that Philip the plant guy was inked all over. Not until she accidentally saw him shirtless when she was over at Ben's. And boy not only is the man ripped, he's got the entire upper part of his body tattooed in plants and flowers, back, front, arms, all the way to his wrists. Now everytime Eloise sees him all she can think about is what he's hiding under all that flannel and her brain blanks out, so much she can't handle a normal conversation with him, not only that, she babbled nervously so much that she somehow ended up volunteering to help him teach his kids how to swim. Now all Eloise can think about is that she just volunteered to be somewhere public, with Phillip in his swimming trunks and children present. Why did things have to get so complicated?? He's Philip the plant guy! She's not supposed to like him ( but she does)

An: and yeah that's the tea

[waltergoldpreppy]

Anthony gets a dark Golden tie

Sitting in the back of the cab, Anthony feels a slight nervousness rising inside him. As the vehicle speeds through the city, he decides to take a look at his work dress code, one more time, to make sure everything is in order. As he scrolls through the document on his phone, his heart sinks.

The code is much stricter than he remembered:

“Matching two or three-piece suit, never mismatched.” Tie tied perfectly, shoes polished to a perfect shine. Hair must be neatly styled with gel. Belt or suspenders required to complete the ensemble.”

Anthony freezes. He does have a tie around his neck, his shirt is neatly pressed, and his shoes are polished. But he is only wearing black pants without a jacket! The look of a man in full compliance with these increasingly strict rules comes back to him, and he knows that he cannot present himself like that. The simple fact of deviating from this code makes him uncomfortable. He begins to sweat slightly under his shirt collar.

“Excuse me, could you stop me in front of the Brooks Brothers store, right there?” he says to the driver, spotting a familiar sign through the window.

A few minutes later, Anthony finds himself in this prestigious store. The scent of leather and fine fabrics fills the air as racks of impeccable suits line up before him. The interior of the store is luxurious, lit by soft, soothing lights. He immediately heads to the suit section, his heart racing.

Salesman approaches him. He is tall, slim, himself dressed in a crisp three-piece suit, a gray wool vest under a perfectly tailored jacket and a beautiful Dark Gold tie. His smile is professional and polite.

“Hello sir, may I help you?” he asks, his voice calm and assured.

Anthony quickly explains his situation, the urgent need for a formal suit to conform to his work dress code. The salesman nods, understanding, and leads him to a rack where charcoal pinstriped suits are hanging.

“This one is made of Italian wool, lightweight but structured, perfect for a day at the office.” I also recommend adding a belt that matches your shoes.”

Anthony nods, his mind clouded by urgency. The salesman escorts him to the fitting rooms, where he quickly puts on the suit. The fabric slides easily over his shoulders, perfectly adjusted, as if it had been tailor-made. Looking at his reflection in the mirror, he feels a strange satisfaction growing inside him. The charcoal suit, with its fine vertical stripes, gives him a more imposing, stricter, almost intimidating look.

The salesman returns with a brown Brooks Brothers leather belt, then asks him what metal he wants for the buckle. Anthony doesn’t hesitate: “Gold, of course.” It seems obvious to him, almost natural. Gold, the color he increasingly associates with perfection and obedience. He also chooses a brown leather watch with a Gold strap.

As he takes one last look in the mirror, Anthony feels an unexpected sense of pride. The suit is cut impeccably, the tie is neatly tied, the belt is smooth and shiny. Everything is in its place. He briefly thinks about the money he had saved up for a PS5, but that is no longer important. This new style, these new rules, that is all that matters.

Proud of his new outfit, he leaves the store, confident. The taxi drops him off at the office just in time, and as he crosses the entrance, he immediately notices the looks turning towards him. Unlike the day before, he does not feel embarrassed by these stares. He walks with a sure step, his back straight, his leather shoes making a slight, regular clicking sound against the shiny floor.

“Wow, Anthony, you look even classier today!” a colleague says as he passes him.

“Do you have anything special planned? You look like you just came from a board meeting!” " jokes another, an amused smile on his lips.

Anthony smiles, almost satisfied with these remarks. He settles for a slight nod and subtly adjusts the knot of his tie, checking once again that it is perfectly centered. He feels good in this suit, as if he embodies a more serious and disciplined version of himself. Every detail of his outfit seems to resonate with this new mentality he has adopted, this desire to follow the rules to the letter.

Throughout the day, he receives compliments and glances. Even his boss notices him when he passes by his desk.

"Nice suit, Anthony. I like to see that you take our dress code seriously," he says approvingly.

Anthony feels his heart leap with pride. This simple comment reinforces his idea that he is on the right track. As the day goes on, he feels more comfortable in this skin. He continues to check his reflection whenever he gets the chance, adjusting his jacket, checking his gelled hair and the shine on his shoes.

(End of Part 5)

Part 4

[27dragons]

New Year Countdown: Jan 1!!!

We made it!!! To all my followers and anyone else who reads this, I wish you the happiest of new years. May 2024 treat us all better than the last few years have.

To start the new year off, have a little knight/lord au with winteriron making their own new year's resolutions...

Jan 1 - Winteriron - Knight/Lord AU - Resolution

Sir Barnes found the prince on the upper ramparts, watching the lights down in the city as the common folk lost themselves in celebration. Bonfires crackled in every square. The cathedral was lit from within by dozens if not hundreds of candles, making the stained glass windows glow with almost too-bright color. The movement of torches and lanterns betrayed merrymakers moving from one festive gathering to the next. The wind shifted, bringing them snatches of song and laughter, and also bitter cold.

“Your Highness,” Sir Barnes ventured. “You’ll catch your death up here. Come inside.”

“It’s not much warmer in the castle,” Prince Anthony returned. He glanced back at Sir Barnes before turning back to the view below. “I thought all the knights were planning to spend the night dancing around the fires with a pretty girl or three. Did you draw the short straw?”

“I volunteered,” Sir Barnes said. He’d found himself reluctant to let the melancholy prince out of his sight.

Prince Anthony watched the shadows of dancers as they crossed in front of the fires. “I’ve heard that the commoners have a tradition, on the New Year,” he said. “Each makes a resolution, something they want to change before the year is done. They write it on a scrap of paper or a bit of birch-bark, and toss it into the fire, so the smoke will carry their will to the gods.”

There was a folded bit of paper tucked inside Sir Barnes’ shirt that he would throw into the kitchen fire when he passed through on his way back to the barracks at the end of the night. In it, he resolved to finally tell the prince his feelings. “That’s true, Your Highness.” Boldly, he added, “What would your resolution be?”

The prince was silent for a long minute, and Sir Barnes thought he had overstepped, and the prince wouldn’t answer at all. But the answer came, almost too quiet to hear except that the wind shifted just in time to bring it to his ears. “I resolve to be worthy of the one I love.”

Prince Anthony straightened, then, and turned. His face was flushed from the wind. “I shouldn’t keep you out here in the cold, should I?” he said, suddenly brisk. “Let’s go inside, and we’ll see if we can find a fire of our own.”

[michelleleewise]

Tale as Old as Time

Pairing: Jotun Loki x plus-size reader

Warnings: forced imprisonment, mentions of drinking, plotting, Thor being Thor, sadness,

Summary: Thor enacts his plan.....you prepare for your dinner with Loki

Graphics by: @firefly-graphics

**next chapter will be the last for these two!! Sorry it took me sooooo long to finish it and thank you all for sticking with me!! Love you guys!!!! 💚💚💚

Part Six--Part Seven-

You ran to your room, accidentally slamming the door in your hurry "wh..what happened...who do I need to kill!?" Natasha yelled as her doors flew open "sorry...didn't mean to do that." You said walking towards her "I do need your help though." You smiled "I'm having dinner with Loki and..." you started "a dress! You need a dress!" She yelled excitedly, her drawers flying open tossing fabric onto the air "what were you thinking my dear? Sleek...conservative...sexy maybe..." She said wiggling what you assumed were her eyebrows making you laugh "I shall trust your judgment." You said bowing, seeing her jump up and down "let us begin." She squealed.

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Loki strode into his room followed closely by James and Anthony "this is your chance to make her yours master." James said jumping onto the bed. "James..."Loki growled going to his closet. "You only need to tell her how you feel." James said watching clothes fly out of Loki's closet. "But how...I've never felt this way, and what if..." Loki trailed off grabbing his nicest suit jacket coming out laying it on the bed. "Sir, the way she looks at you says everything." James said jumping off the bed. "Now, we have a lot of work to do." He said looking Loki up am down "and first things first...a bath." He said hopping into the bathroom, Loki following behind.

Hank ran around, packing a bag of supplies before leaving. He had come home as you asked but you hadnt come back. He hadn't hardly slept or ate wondering if you were ok. He knew you, he knew you would do whatever you could to escape, and with no sign....he began to fear the worst. But he was going to need help, he knew he couldn't take the monster on his own. He fastened his cloak grabbing his bag he made sure the house was secure before heading to the tavern to find any able bodied person he could.

He walked in seeing everyone apparently celebrating, a drink in everyone's hand as Thor jumped up on the table "what is everyone so happy about?" Hank asked the man next to him "oh, Thor is getting engaged." The man said sipping his drink. He walked past the man making his way to the middle of the crowd "everyone! Please I need your help!" He yelled getting everyone's attention "ah Hank, we were looking for you." Thor said jumping down. "Please, you must help me! There is a castle in the woods and a...a monster!" Hank yelled grabbing Thor's shirt. "I think you've officially lost your mind old man." Thor laughed pulling Hank off of him.

"No..it's true! He held me prisoner! He's massive..seven feet tall with long horns coming out of his head! And he's...he's blue!" Hank said hearing everyone laugh "and you say this...blue devil lives in a castle in the woods...that no one has ever seen?" Thor asked arching his eyebrow. "Yes! I got lost in the woods, a..and stumbled upon the place. And everything Is alive! The clocks, the furniture..it's cursed!" Hank continued as Thor wrapped an arm around his shoulder "Hank, I think I speak for eveyone here when I say you have become dillusional in your old age." He said. Hank looked up seeing the Doctor walk in with several men "what..no! It's real! All of it...I'm not crazy!" He yelled as two men grabbed his arms "Hank, these are ramblings of a broken mind, the doctor will take care of you." Thor smiled as the men began to drag Hank away "no! No I have to save y/n! I have to help her!" He yelled again as they drug him outside, everyone in the tavern following.

Loki got up, stepping out of the tub grabbing his robe. "Atleast the smell is gone." James said hopping back into the bedroom "come sit, I do believe we can make you look presentable." He said smiling "look here, just because you are helping me, does not mean..." Loki started when a chair came up behind him knocking him into it "Alright everyone....let's get to work." James called out when Pepper hopped in accompanied by several other servants as the chair moved to the mirror. James jumped up onto the vanity smiling "let's get you a princess" He said as they got to work.

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You twisted your hips, watching the gown sway with the movement as Natasha clipped a small tiara into your hair. "I belive it is perfect dear." She said. "Thank you, it is lovely." You said, happy you chose blue slipping your shoes on. You smoothed the dress down walking to the door. "Trust your heart dear." You heard her say as you grabbed the handle. Taking a deep breath you nodded and walked out, making your way down the hall you saw Pepper and Peter "wow, you look pretty." Peter said smiling. "Well thank you, it's not too much?" You asked "You look lovely. Now come on, he's waiting." She said hopping down the hall.

You made it to the stairs, looking down you saw Loki pacing back and forth, fidgeting with his hands as you walked down. You couldn't help smile at his nervousness when his eyes met yours seeing him smile. He held his arm out as you reached the bottom "You look positively radiant y/n." He said as you wrapped you arm around his. "Thank you, you look pretty good yourself." You said looking him over, his burgundy overcoat fit snug against his frame over his black tunic, his black pants accentuating his long legs. "Thank you darling, shall we?" He asked guiding you towards the dining room. You stopped coming up to a set of large doors "What's in there?" You asked "Oh, that's the ballroom. Would you like to see it?" He asked "yes please." You smiled as he dropped your arm opening the door.

You walked in to the massive room, a large piano sat in the corner with several candelabras spread throughout the space, lighting all at once. You looked up seeing the ceiling covered in detailed painting of clouds and cherubs, a large chandelier shining in the light. "I haven't been in here since.." loki trailed off looking around. You turned to look at him, he seemed so small in the massive room making you smile. You walked up to him, craning your head up to look at him "dance with me?" You asked holding your hand out. "I..i haven't danced in.." he started when you grabbed his hand "come on..for me?" You smiled seeing his eyes soften "very well, for you." He said leading you to the middle of the floor when the piano came to life. "I don't know if ill get used to that." You said smiling as he guided you in front of him.

You looked up at him, his beautiful ruby eyes searching yours, you did your best curtsie as he bowed. You grabbed his hand, gently guiding it to your waist hearing him clear his throat, putting yours on his shoulder stepping closer grabbing his other hand in yours, the way his hand engulphed yours made you shiver. He tilted his chin up, looking down at you through his dark eyelashes, his grip tightened on your waist as he guided you across the large floor. You heard a lovely voice float through the air, looking over seeing pepper on the piano making you smile as Loki twirled you out, pulling you back in to his chest, holding you tight to him.

Tale as old as time...True as it can be...Barely even friends...Then somebody bends...Unexpectedly

You let your hand slide down to his chest, feeling his muscles flex under your fingertips, his grip on your waist tightened as he turned you, pressing your side to his, lifting you up you gripped his shoulder as he spun you, your dress ebbing and flowing with your movements, setting you down he grabbed your hand spinning you before pulling you back to his chest, lacing his fingers with yours bringing them to his chest.

Just a little change...Small to say the least...Both a little scared...Neither one prepared...Beauty and the beast

You had never felt like this before, with anyone. Your heart raced feeling his hand slide to your back, keeping you close to him. If you were honest, you could stay like this forever.

Ever just the same...Ever a surprise...Ever as before...Ever just as sure...As the sun will rise...Tale as old as time...Tune as old as song...Bittersweet and strange...Finding you can change...Learning you were wrong

You thought back to your first day with him, how cold and harsh he was...to now, seeing him smile down at you with a softness in his eyes you had never seen before. But now, you could see the pain, the loneliness. Everything he had been through weighing on him was clear in those rubies that gazed into yours, and you wanted nothing more then to take it all away.

Certain as the sun...Rising in the east...Tale as old as time...Song as old as rhyme...Beauty and the beast

You took a chance, laying your head on his chest listening to his heartbeat as he swayed back and forth, squeezing your hand in his when you heard the music stop. You looked up at him, tracing the ridges on his skin with your eyes when he cleared his throat dropping your hand. "W..would you care to see the balcony?" He asked holding his arm out "yes please." You said grabbing his arm. You walked out letting the cool air wash over you looking out the grounds. Loki guided you over to a bench as he sat down next to you.

You sat quietly looking out at the blanket of snow covering everything, remembering when you were a child and your father would take you out to build snowmen and have adventures. "Everything alright my dear?" Loki asked. You looked at him, seeing concern on his face "yes, I'm fine. It's just.." you trailed off looking down. "I wonder how my father is." You said looking back out at the snow. "You must miss him." Loki said fidgeting with his fingers "very much yes, I just hope he is ok" you smiled. "W..would you like to see him?" Loki asked sitting up straight. "How?" You asked as he stood "come, I'll show you." He said holding out his hand.

He walked you to his chambers, following him in you saw the snowflake floating on the table, considerably smaller then the last time you saw it when Loki walked over holding a mirror "here, you only need to tell it what you wish to see." He said handing it to you. You held it up seeing your reflection "I'd like to see my father...please." You said seeing yourself fade when your father came into view, surrounded by a mob of people being drug out of the tavern "father..." you said covering your mouth. "What is it?" Loki asked watching you "he..he's in trouble..." you said not taking your eyes from the mirror. "Then...you must go to him." Loki said stepping back.

You looked from the mirror to Loki "what.." you whispered when he grabbed your hand "he needs you, you must go." He said. "Loki, i.." you started when he held his hand up "it is alright y/n." He smiled but it didn't reach his eyes. "Thank you Loki." You said, rushing forward wrapping your arms around him, feeling his large arms hold you to him. You looked up at him "I will come back...I promise." You said seeing him nod. You let go waking to the door "oh..here" you said handing him the mirror "no, you take it. To remember me by." He smiled. "I will see you soon." You said rushing out heading for the door.

Loki leaned on the table, looking at the snowflake, knowing his time was up. "Master, I had my doubts but every thing is going perfectly." Anthony said hopping inside the room with James and Pepper. "I..i let her go." Loki said walking to the window. "Why would you do that?" James asked jumping kn the table "because he loves her." Pepper said. "But the curse...we aren't human." James said looking at Pepper. "Because she doesn't love him." Anthony said looking down. Loki walked outside leaning on the balustrade seeing your figure riding towards the entrance of the grounds, your cloak billowing behind you. "I set her free, I'm sorry I couldn't do that for all of you." He said looking back.

He watched as another piece of the snowflake fell, melting on its descent. "Go spend time with your loved ones, our time is running out." Loki said looking back out the window, hearing the others leave he walked back out to the balcony "You will always be with me y/n.." he whispered into the night as your figure disappeared from view. Soon he would be alone....and he always would be....

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[krylng--cborlesversion]

love at first sight~chapter 7

|TW: angel dust smut, porn, and…valentino. swearing.

|summary: you are working for Vox when you meet two people. you get to know one of them, but what about the other? what are his intentions?

|notes: ik angel dust and val are from different times, but… for the story.

previous

Next (if I can get over my lack of motivation and fucking depression

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“hey, i’m looking for the latest model. could you please show me where they are?” a man asked. you were still working this same old job. but vox being there was a good bonus.

“yes, right this way.” you made your way to a corner and lifted the box.

“woah there.” the man steadied you with his arms on your shoulder. “must be pretty heavy. here, let me help you lift it up.” he grabbed the corner on the other side of the box and helped you carry it. you both set it down.

“how much will that be?” he grabs his wallet from his back pocket.

“that’s…” you tilted the box to see the price tag. “that will be… 2000 dollars. if your still up for it.”

“yes, yes, of course.” he hands you a stack of money, and you shuffle it, counting the amount. exactly 2000.

“thank you, sir. have a nice day.”

“oh and by the way—my name is jack. and who may you be?”

“oh, im Y/N. i’m just a normal employee here.”

“beautiful name for such a beautiful lady.” he kissed your knuckles and picked up the box with ease. “have a nice day, amorcita.”

you stood there, a little surprised he called you ‘sweetheart’ in spanish.

you wiped off your hand, and watched as the store quickly got busy. most of your other co workers were helping customers. right now, you were on break. you decided to take a walk in the park.

you sat on an empty bench, and picked a flower from the ground. it was a beautiful pink colour, and it matched your uniform. you sniffed it and put it in your hair. you heard sobbing, you turned your head and saw someone sitting on a different bench. you got up to talk to him. his pink and white striped shirt would go well with the flower… you thought.

“u-uh hey. i noticed you were feeling down so…”

you watched as a tear fell down. it stayed on his freckles. he wiped a tear with his arm and looked at you. “so what? no matter what you say, i’ll never be okay.”

“i just wanted to give you this.” you pulled the flower from your hair and handed it to him. “i thought it would go good with your outfit.”

he held it and studied it before putting it in his white, short hair. “thanks, toots, but i told you…” he said in a much softer tone. “nothing could cheer me up right now. not even drugs or alcohol.”

you sat down next to him. “maybe not… but maybe you could tell me what’s bothering you? sometimes it helps when you talk to someone. it may not help but… maybe it’s worth a try?”

he wiped another tear. “maybe.” he sighed. he crossed his legs and flicked a piece of dirt off his tall heels.

“so… would you like to tell me why your down right now?”

he nodded. “just… just my boss, Valentino.” he cracked his fingers, which were in long, pink gloves.

you remembered at the wedding when Velvette said something about a Valentino, who worked at a porn studio.

you nodded.

“I…I work in a porn studio, and tonight he had me workin overtime, gettin fucked by all these punks and the same shit as always… i just wish i… could be free.” his pupils dilated, thinking about his job.

“you…you can’t quit?”

“nah. i’m under contract. lets just say i’m his little play toy and moneymaker right now, and in the afterlife.”

“i…i’m so sorry…”

“don’t be, baby. it’s my stupid mind for thinking Val would actually love me…so i signed my life away.”

you could tell he didn’t mean ‘baby’ in a romantic way. that made you a little more comfortable around him.

“i’m Y/N.” you held out your hand to shake his hand. he gave you a cute side smile and shook your hand.

“Anthony. but… don’t call me that… my new name, under contract, is Angel Dust.”

“but what do you want to be called?”

he looked up at you, a little surprised you actually cared about what he wants. he gave you the same cute smile. “Anthony is fine…but make sure my boss isn’t around…”

“got it.” you smiled and checked your watch. “oh shit… i was on break, and now i’m a little late.” you stood up, and walked towards VoxTek.

“wait, toots!” you heard him shout. he got up and ran after you.

“yeah?”

“do you have a telephone number?”

you nod, and you gave him the number. he wrote it down on a notepad.

“how do i know it’s you calling?”

“my telephone is glitched, so it just plays this random song.”

“alright. call me later tonight!” you waved and ran back inside.

you took a deep breath. still as busy as always. people trying to get an interview out of vox, the same commercial always playing on a TV. something that says, “Trust us!”

Vox was obviously super busy at the moment, so you couldn’t exactly go see him. you still had customers to help. you were helping customers pick out the perfect TV in their price range.

you didn’t know why Vox decided to make and sell TV’s and make technology more advanced.

you watched as the evening rush finally ended. but your thoughts still lingered on Anthony.

is he going to be okay?

“ahh, darling! i haven’t seen you in a while!” he picked you up and spinned you around.

“well, i’ve been seeing someone-“ he grabbed your neck and pinned you to the counter.

“don’t you fucking dare see anyone else but me. you’re mine, only i can love you like i do.”

you gasped for air, but he tightened the grip.

“say it. say you’re mine. say you’re mine forever.”

“i-im y-yours…” you trembled in fear. he chuckled lowly and bit your neck. he broke the skin, and you screamed a little bit. he licked the blood off.

“LET HER GO!” you heard a familiar voice shout.

his hands left your neck and you fell to the floor. he turned his head quickly.

“d-dont choke her like that…” you saw Anthony take a deep breath and try to be brave for you as Vox got closer.

“and is it really your place to tell me what i can and can’t do to my fiancé?”

“y-your engaged?” Vox nodded.

“Vox, please! he was only trying to make sure i’m safe.”

“you’re always safe with me, my dear.” his tone got harsher with each word. “is this the person you’ve been seeing? because i’ll kill him.”

“Vox! No! don’t you dare kill him. he’s a friend i met on my break!”

“why didn’t you tell me that’s what you meant?” he chuckled. “Vox. CEO of VoxTek.”

Anthony narrowed his eyes, stepping away from him and closer to you. he set his hand on your shoulder, and whispered so only you two could hear.

“listen…Val treats me like that too, so don’t you see where I’m coming from? i know we just met but… i care about friends.”

“thank you, anthony, really. but this is my fiancé, and i know him good. i don’t think he would do that on purpose. and who is this Val anyway? do i have to teach him a lesson?”

“no… i would be punished for it anyway.” he looked at the clock. he tightened the strings of his robe before rushing towards the exit. “sorry toots, i’m running a little bit late.” he rushed out.

you tried to run after him, but Vox held you back. “baby, i’m sorry…”

“let me go!” you screamed.

“babe, just hear me out. i’m very sorry, and you know i would never hurt you on purpose. you can go now, i just wanted you to know that.”

you gave him a quick peck on his lips before chasing after Anthony. you saw him run into a building with a bunch of neon lights.

“don’t EVER.” You saw a man slap Anthony across his face. “be late again!”

“y-yes Valentino.” he hung his head.

“you’re fucking lucky you make me money.” he pushed him and sat in a directors chair. “Action!”

Anthony took a deep breath as four big actors made their way to his bed on the set.

“oh no! robbers! what should i do! perhaps they… want a piece of this?” he untied the strings of his robe and let it fall.

“damn right! we needed a piece of the Angel Dust, so spread those legs, you slut.” one of them said.

he grinned and spread them. his face was shocked when he saw you standing there.

“Y/N?” he called out.

“uhh… my name is robert.” he pointed his finger up, confused.

“nobody gives a shit who you are.” he pushes him off, and tied his robe back on. “Y/N, what are you doing here? if Val sees us, we’re both dead!”

“i’m here to get you out!” you grab his arm and try to sneakily pull him away.

“toots, im under contract-“

“Angel, baby, who’s this? whos this little friend you brought with you?”

Valentino walked over to you, with a big red coat on hanging from his shoulders. it was very modern, which meant he was all about fashion.

“ooh, a woman.” he licked your cheek. “do you need a job?”

“uhh…” you stood there awkwardly. “no i… i already have one.” you nervously laughed.

“she’s just here to say hello. she’s leaving, right now.” you could hear he needed you to leave.

“no, we want to welcome our guest. welcome to my humble sex dungeon!” he took off his hat and tossed it to the side. a giant feather fell off from the hat. “you can see Angel after he’s done working.” he said in a harsh tone.

he stylishly walked back to the chair. “anddd… action!”

“oh my! a couple of big strong daddies are here!” he took off his robe. “maybe they want this?” he spread his legs.

“ohhh yeah baby~” he grinned as they entered his ass. you couldn’t watch. two of them had their dicks in his ass, and one was forcing his dick down his throat. the other was just masturbating, waiting for his turn. it disgusted you, even though Anthony loved sex.

that wasn’t the bad part, it was how Valentino treats Anthony.

“how long does this…go on for?” you asked Valentino.

“mmm, around…two hours. why do you wanna make me money and join in?”

you chuckled nervously. “nah, im good.”

you sat on a chair by Valentino, thinking about Vox again.

“whatcha think about, pretty lady?” he noticed you staring off into space, and he grinned mischievously.

“oh um…my fiancé. Vox.”

“THE Vox Borle? The CEO of VoxTek?” you nodded. “mm, tell him i said hi.” he gave you the same grin, and you stared at his sharp teeth.

after two hours of being traumatized, Anthony’s work was done.

you were laughing with Anthony, about to leave when Valentino called out.

“Angel, you better fucking be back by curfew!”

“Y-yes val…”

you walked out, and you closed the big door behind you.

“curfew? when do you have to be back?”

“four A.M. most days though. umm… are you up for ice cream?”

“i’m always up for ice cream!” you walked to the little ice cream shop, still laughing and joking, just having fun.

“what can i get you guys.” the worker asked, with a stoic expression.

“i’ll have…a vanilla.” Anthony licks his ice cream, and you order a strawberry ice cream. you paid and you walked out.

you sat on a bench, licking your strawberry ice cream.

“today…today was fun with you. thanks, Y/N.”

“your welcome, Anthony. and it was pretty cool to hang out with you too.”

you sat there for a few hours, until Anthony pulled something out of his pocket. he pulled out two bottles of liquor.

“where did you get these?” you unscrewed the top of yours.

“stole ‘em. it was in the shop.”

you couldn’t judge him since you murdered someone before.

“cheers to… living another day?”

“cheers.” you clinked the glass bottles and drank.

you both were pretty tipsy by now.

“i fucking hate Valentino. i cant believe he treats you like that.”

“i do too.” you both stared at the ground.

“what time is it?” he asked, finally breaking the silence.

“i think its around two.”

“oh, okay. i mean, i’d hate to abandon you here, but i have a busy day tomorrow, and i need sleep.”

“no, i understand. i’m getting tired too. thank you, anthony. it really was a pleasure meeting you again. oh, and make sure to call me soon.”

he gave you a thumbs up and made his way back to the studio.

you walked back to your shared home and unlocked the door.

you were pretty drunk now. you walked back to your room and collapsed on the bed. it woke Vox up, and he stared at you with sleepy eyes.

“baby, what are you doing here so late…?” you interrupted his sentence by passionately kissing him. he held the back of your head.

you laid your head on his chest.

“so… this Anthony.”

“he’s a really good friend. and, i’m pretty sure he’s gay, so don’t worry about us.” you had no idea if he was gay, but he was getting fucked by four guys.

“sleep well, my dear.” Vox said before you drifted off.

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it’s not very long, but it’s long for my style. let me know in the comments if you want to be added to the tags list.

[newtonsheffield]

Molly, your AUs are perfection!!

I love the Bodyguard AU and I love to see Tharman love his daughter so unconditionally. I also love how you portrayed his fear over her wellbeing. Can we see his and Mary's POV for when the shooting goes down and they're watching it live?

It would really make my day!!

Blessings on you and your cow.

Honestly, looking back he thinks this day aged him about 25 years, when the security guards rushed into the room, Mary bundled between them, their voices urgent.

“Your Majesty, there’s been an incident, the palace is in lockdown.”

Arnold pulled him roughly off the sofa, 30 guards, surrounding him and Mary.

“What happened?”

Mary clung to him, terrified, and anxiety started to curl in his stomach his chest tight. “I don’t know, they just… they surrounded me in the corridor.”

Arnold was talking rapidly in to his headset in the corner, his gun drawn, trained on the door. His face tightened, his mouth set in a thin line before he turned towards Tharman. Tharman had never seen this look on his face before in the 15 years he’d been his chief protection officer. He’d never heard his voice shake like that before.

“Your Majesty, I’m afraid that… Princess Kate has been involved in an altercation just moments ago.”

Tharman’s stomach dropped and he felt Mary’s hands tighten on his shirt. “What kind of altercation?”

“There were… Sir there were gunshots fired as she left her appearance.”

It didn’t feel real. It couldn’t be real. That couldn’t be real. He caught Mary before her knees buckled but his didn’t fare much better. He remembered the Kate had been born so clearly. It was the best and worst day of his life, all wrapped up together. His wife had died and it felt as though a hole had been punched in his chest even as he’d stared at the beautiful little girl in his arms. An Heir. That’s what the media had been excited for but not him, he mourned that for his daughter. He mourned that her life would never be hers alone. She’d been the only thing in his life for so long. For so long Kate had been the only thing he’d cared about. He’d watched her grow from an adorable little girl to the beautiful, strong woman she was today. And now she was…

Tears were blurring his eyes and Mary was sobbing against his chest, “Is she..? Was she…?”

He couldn’t even say it as someone turned the television on in the corner and the sound of sirens filled the room and there she was. She was trapped on the floor, blood covering the front of her dress as she was dragged backwards, screaming as she clutched a body to her chest.

“Oh god.” Mary gasped, “Was she hit as well?”

“We believe that only… Bridgerton was… he was shot twice. Ronald is… having some difficulty with the princess.”

He couldn’t take his eyes off his daughter, screaming for Anthony with tears running down her face and his blood staining her clothes and it dawned on him: Kate hadn’t been injured. But she wasn’t alright. His daughter, that tiny baby that he’d held in his arms all night and wept was having the worst day of her life now.

[santacoppelia]

So... I baked on Friday. I cooked yesterday. I have lit my peppermint candy yesterday and today. I'm listening to my beloved emotional-support-fanfic-writing-crowley-inspired playlist. I've lit my fairy lights early.

I still don't have the presence of spirit to get a shower and dress up to go with my family. My brother will drive to come for me in about an hour.

I'm not sure what will my disguise be. I've already decided I won't wear my deep purple velvet dress (I'll leave it for New Year's Eve, when I'm taking myself to celebrate in a restaurant for the first time in my life). I am seriously considering the beautiful smoking shirt that I got customized months ago (the first thing that earned me a "sir" in a cafeteria. The pride I felt that day and how sorry the cashier was until I flashed a smile and said "oh, it's fine!"). Or a silly ugly sweater and jeans. Or my silky, deep red shirt and black trousers. Or a mix of all of the above.

Usually this things are too much for me. I'm soldiering on because I know my grandfather, who has lived entirely for too long, will not be for much longer in this realm of the living (all the signs are there), and my family is not bad as such. And I love my cousins.

I've managed in previous years (for at least 30, I guess). It's just that I've also processed so much about my own identity in the last year that the sole possibility of comments and remarks about whatever makes me me (my weight, my short hair, my gender presentation, my perpetual single status, my tattoos, even if the food I cooked is good or not as good as it should have been if any of the "family elders" had cooked it) is hanging over my head.

I have to build up the "fuck it" attitude. I'll probably pray to St. Anthony J. Crowley, Patron of gender fuckery, kids and sauntering vaguely downwards while faking coolness.

*Wave of Mutilation, by Pixies, sounds in the background*

[wolfoftheblackflames]

Did someone say "Post more?" Well here you go! (Ow ow ow ow! This part hurt me to write)

The Devil and The Innocent: Pt.9

Vaggie looked at Charlie, she felt that breathing strain as she stared at the axe in her collarbone. “You… You came back…” The Devil smiled weakly at Vaggie.

“Yeah…” Vaggie nuzzled into that chest fur. “I couldn't let them attack you..” She started to cry. “But I failed… I'm so sorry…”

Charlie reached up and gently petted Vaggie with her good arm. “Don't be… Look at you, you're hurt too..” She gently licked the wound on Vaggie's cheek.

Vaggie leaned into that gentle paw. “It was worth it… To take that bitch down.” She smiled softly, kissing the palm.

Charlie smiled a bit but coughed up blood. “Ah shit… Sorry…” She breathed her voice strained. Vaggie looked at her, that jade eye wide. “Did it… hurt…?” Charlie lightly stroked the eyepatch. Vaggie nodded softly only to receive a kiss to it. “I'm sorry… You suffered too…” She smiled weakly. “Thank you… I finally found… what I was looking for…” Her paw dropped as did that wolf head, her eyes closing.

Vaggie gripped the fur, shaking her. “Charlie…?” She saw the blood on her hands. This only made her frantically shake her more. “Charlie! Please don't leave me!” She cried holding that wolf's head close. “You stupid… Don't you understand, you're what brought meaning back to my life! Please without you… I.. I can't…” She gritted her teeth.

The others blinked, coming out hearing the scream. “The princess…” Angel blinked.

“Damn it all.” Husk growled.

The others looked away, closing their eyes. Even Alastor paid his respects, as did Niffty, who lowered her head in a bow.

Vaggie swallowed hard trying to get out the next few words. “Please come back… I love you…”

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The crew blinked hearing that. “The rose..” Lucifier blinked as everyone saw it shimmer. “The spell it's being lifted?!”

Magic surged as a figure drifted over to the two on the balcony. “True love… What a sight to see.” The light hovered and gently lifted the Devil up. “Do not fret little one. I am here to reward your selflessness.”

Vaggie blinked her eye widen at the axes shattering into little lights, the wounds healing over. “Charlie…?”

The figure swirled around the Devil shifting in a pure form of light the monster back into the once loved princess of the Pride Kingdom. “Do you want your eye back too?” The figure asked.

“No… I never needed it around her…” Vaggie stated as the wrapped up princess landed in her outstretched arms. She chuckled as the clothes looked huge on the girl with a brilliant shade of golden blonde hair with smaller lighter blonde streaks.

“Farewell brave selfless one.” The light shot into the sky and started to reverse the curse.

“Ngh..” Vaggie blinked hearing Charlie groan. Those eyes opened as a beautiful shade of ruby met jade. “Hey..”

Vaggie started to cry again and place her head against hers. “Hey…” She started to smile, shaking. “Gracias a los cielos de arriba..” (Thank the heavens above)

Charlie chuckled softly and kissed Vaggie on the lips. The other kissed back holding the princess close.

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“Wooo hoooo!!!!” Cherri roared, popping out as her usual self, a ginger haired woman with bangs over the one eye which were blue and wearing a casual red and black tunic and slacks with a brown belt showing she had been an inventor, as she also had red combat-like boots.

“We’re back!” Sir Pentious grinned turning to a pale skinned man with black hair, and green snake like eyes, his outfit a simple black shirt, with a yellow and red apron with tools sticking out, and casual black slacks ending in black work boots. He took the chance to kiss Cherri Bomb. “My dear, I love you.”

“Uh..” Cherri blinked but shrugged.

“Yeah get some sugar tits!” Angel cheered being turned back into a well dressed tall man with a pink and white striped suit, with glorious pink heels and fluffy short blonde hair with his eyes a soft shade of brownish red.

“Good to see you back Anthony.” Husk replied as he looked like an older short looking man with slick back black here with some white peeking through, his outfit was a simple white button up, with a black jacket and slacks, with his feet in a pair of black dress shoes.

“Aw thanks Husk, good to see you're still good lookin as always.” Angel/Anthony smiled and kissed his head. This made the older man hum a little with delight.

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Everyone else cheered being free, as Vaggie blushed carrying her princess up stairs for some proper clothes that didn't threaten to fall off, with the blonde nuzzling close smiling.

Lucifer couldn't help but grin seeing his baby girl in love once again. He was back to his regular self, a short pale skinned man with slick back blonde hair, wearing a white top hat, white and red blazer plus slacks, a long red and white cloak, and casual black shoes.

“Welcome back your highness.” Alastor stated being a dark skinned man with brown eyes and light brown hair, his outfit a simple blood red suit, with a black bowtie and casual black shoes.

“I really didn't miss you.” Lucifer narrowed his eyes at Alastor who shrugged with his never ending smile.

“I did!” Two women cooed hugging Alastor, one was Niffty, a short pale skin Japanese maid with short fluffy black hair, her maid uniform white and red with black heels. The other was a taller woman with the same never ending smile, it was Rosie with her playful dark brown almost black eyes, soft pale sand colored skin, and her deep maroon Victorian style dress and hat with casual black heels.

Alastor hugged both with a chuckle. “That's my dear.”

Velvette, now a short dark skinned woman with a gorgeous gown and poofy black hair, took this chance to leave this crew, though she didn't expect to find Vox and Valentino still alive but exhausted. “Alright you two, let's go home.” The two men were elated to see her again since they believed she went missing.

The galla was held as everyone enjoyed the festivities. The staff were overjoyed to have their princess back who smiled wearing an elegant red dress that flowed so freely. She even got to hug her dad who ugly cried.

“Shall we begin the dance?” Vaggie asked in a violet colored dress.

“Let's go my love.” The princess giggled and took her hand.

Thus the tale of the Devil came to an end, with the princess Charlie Morningstar finally finding someone to heal her broken heart, and Vaggie who learned to love herself again and to let love in because of the wonderful woman before her.

[edwinadaily]

I saw your friedrich and edwina creations and im hooked! do you have any hc for them??

Our Friedrich x Edwina tag

Thank you anon! I’m gonna focus on their first encounter.

CONTEXT

After s2, the ton avoids Edwina and there’s lots gossip about her (she’s not the angel she pretended to be, she’s why Anthony chose her cold sister instead etc).

Edwina is broken and no longer believes in love. She still longs for true love but thinks she’ll never experience it.

Friedrich wasn’t keen on meeting anyone, especially someone chosen by his aunt. But he caves when the queen promises to leave him alone after this.

Charlotte doesn’t tell him anything about Edwina’s past in case he gets the wrong idea.

THE ENCOUNTER

To escape the gossip, Edwina ventures in the fairy tales section of the library. Her Appa and Kate used to read them to her and Edwina was hoping the nostalgia would numb her pain and transport her to fantastical lands.

Friedrich sneaked out of the castle in civilian clothing for a moment of peace before the ball. Knowing books to be a worthy distraction, he slips into the library.

While browsing the shelves, he saw a petite woman struggling to reach a book. He handed it to her. It’s a copy of  Grimms' Fairy Tales.

Fred stares at Edwina in awe. He's well acquainted with beauty, being part of the highest echelon of society yet he's never felt breathless like this.

Edwina was frazzled. The perfect debutante should regale herself with high-brow classics or books on matrimony, not a children's book. But Edwina wasn’t a debutante or perfect anymore, was she?

Snatching the book away, she tried to hide the cover. She couldn't bear a stranger mocking her fondness for fairy tales, a trait shared with her late Appa. A connection she clung to. She couldn’t let him tarnish that. “Thank you, sir. But I am not a lady in distress and your assistance was uncalled for. Good day” she snapped.

Friedrich gaped at her, giving Edwina the chance to appraise him. He was strikingly tall with golden locks framing a handsome face. A navy jacket hazardously thrown over his shoulders with a loose wrinkled shirt underneath. Edwina had no inkling of his rank but she should have heard rumours about him. Maybe he was a worker? Maybe he wasn’t from here? Maybe he didn’t know her?

As she turned to leave, the stranger stuttered in a German lilt “what is your favourite Grimm brothers’ tale?” Shocked, Edwina stared. So he was not from here, just like her.

Anger forgotten, Edwina's heart went out to him. It was not easy integrating the ton, an insulated community that did not look kindly upon foreigners. Edwina was spared some of its judgement thanks to Kate’s rigorous training and Mary’s lived experience. Did this man have similar connections and resources? Did he have family here? Did he miss home?

“Miss?” whispered Friedrich, uncertain. Edwina’s eyes softened. The man suddenly looked out of place in the shadows of towering bookshelves. Face haggard and eyes sunken. Had he been sleeping well? Edwina could not sleep a wink the first few weeks and would crawl into Kate’s bed at night.

Flustered by Edwina’s stare, Friedrich bashfully smoothed his hair and shirt.

“I apologise for my unseemly appearance, my lady. My travels have left me weary and I did not expect company.”

“No sir, the fault is all mine! You caught me unaware and-”

“there is nothing to apologise for.” Friedrich interjected “I should have announced myself."

“I certainty did no expect anyone from the ton to frequent the library so early, or ever really.” Edwina joked.

“That is a fair and just assessment.” Friedrich acquiesced, eyes dancing with mirth. “But I am not from here. I’m a mere boy valiantly escaping the clutches of an aggrieved aunt.”

“How so, sir?”

“Well, she is all out of sorts about tonight’s ball and my imminent introduction to a debutante. I am dreading it all, to be frank.”

“She only means well and hopes for your success in British genteel society. But she wishes for your happiness above all else.” Edwina concluded with finality.

“I shall relay your unwavering faith to her, my lady. She will be pleased to have a follower in you.”

“I am merely speaking from experience" revealed Edwina. "I was so distraught before my first ball and so was my family! Yet my sister sat me down and soothed my frazzled nerves. Her kindness knew no bounds despite everything. Because of everything.” Edwina mused, eyes faraway and sad.

“Your are a living testament of her then, I have never met a lady quite like yourself... It is decided, I will attend tonight’s festivities with a willing heart. A failed courtship will not dampen my spirits!” announced Friedrich, steering the conversation away from Edwina’s family.

“A failed courtship?!” Edwina exclaimed before slapping a hand over her mouth. How rude of her!

“Indeed, My Lady. Fortunately I was mere infatuation but her rejection weighs on me still."

Edwina wordlessly reached for his hand and intertwined their fingers, desperate to offer comfort. His tale was hauntingly familiar except she was in love. She had to leave her love at the altar. To her sister.

Composure crumbling, she choked back a sob when a thumb fluttered across her knuckles. I am here. Edwina steadied her breath and chanced a look at the stranger. They were leaning into each other and his face was so close. Azure eyes shimmering with worry and… affection?

She yanked herself back. “To what do I owe the pleasure of this encounter, sir?” she hastily stuttered.

Friedrich’s fingers flexed around thin air, mourning Edwina’s phantom touch. It had felt so right. Her touch cajoled his soul and left his senses in disarray. He yearned. Yearned to hold, touch and protect. To love.

“Sir?” a dulcet voice called.

“I-I came to find refuge. Before the ball. To escape reality. And I miss home.” spoke Fred in a stilted cadence.

“I see. Is there a particular book you’re looking for?”

“No, just… fiction will suffice.”

Edwina squashed her budding familiarity with this stranger. Love was not meant for her and he already had a lady in sight. This man was in need of friendship. He was trying to find his footing in a new country after fleeing heartbreak. Loosing sleep. Scouring the shelves at dawn for a taste of home. Edwina had judged him too hastily in fear of being hurt. She had to make amends.

“Are you familiar with the ton’s customs and moeurs, sir?” Edwina abruptly asked.

“It has been a while since my last lesson, My Lady. Why the sudden curiosity?” Friedrich asked quizzically.

“You must be nervous about tonight and being prepared always calmed with my nerves. I have a rudimentary knowledge of gentlemen’s etiquette but I can still be of assistance! I can be your dance partner? Or correct your posture? I know where the boutiques are too!” Edwina eagerly offered.

“That is very kind of you, My Lady. But I fear I do not follow.”

“There is no judgement here, sir. You must have noticed from my accent that I am a foreigner too. I know how it feels to reckon with the ton’s archaic traditions, the pressures of assimilation and the ton’s unforgiving scrutiny of foreigners. We are expected to be well-versed in everything that pertains to England to not risk social condemnation. The women more so then men. But It is primordial you make an impression at your first ball!”

“I… I see.” Friedrich’s mind was racing. She thought he was a foreigner who was about to attend his first ball! Pondering if he should correct her, Friedrich weighed his options.

He could reveal his rank, possibly humiliating the young lady. Or he could keep quiet and save her from mortification. Additionally, he enjoyed basking in her kindness and warmth. Not many were brazen enough to treat him like person. She was most likely married and he would reject his bridal prospect, never to see Edwina again. A white lie would not hurt, would it?

“I would very much appreciate your help. I am lacking in certain areas, mainly what the ton has to offer, My Lady.”

Delighted, Edwina forgot her book and she laid out a map of the ton to explain its key locations: boutiques, ballrooms, the palace etc. Friedrich was enthralled by her clear and often, humourous descriptions.

After two hours, their impromptu lesson came to a grinding halt as people started filtering into the library. Friedrich and Edwina became skittish, eager to avoid detection for different reasons.

“Sir I wish you and your aunt all the best tonight. If we cross paths, please act like we never met.”

“Why so, My Lady?”

“Associating with me could ruin your chances at happiness. It is not worth it.”

“Do you believe that?”

“It does not matter what I believe" Edwina bit back.

“From this encounter, you have done nothing to warrant that title. My opinion of you is dictated by your actions and words, not gossip. If we do have the fortune of meeting tonight, I would be honoured to dance with you, My Lady.”

Edwina was at a loss. Here was a man committing a grave social faux-pas… for her? Surely not. He was simply a man of exemplary character, nothing more.

“I would be honoured, My Lord” whispered Edwina. “And my favourite Grimm’s fairy tale is Rapunzel.”