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lilacwineandthesinkingsun · 2 years

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Bejeweled - III.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x f!reader

Masterlist | Part II.

You tossed the newest issue of Lady Whistledown into the fireplace in your room with tears in your eyes. Yes, it was really time that you quit while you're at least somewhat ahead. You'll put on an indifferent, ladylike smile, you'll put on your dress and dance and promenade, and talk with the men that are within reasonable social distance. It makes sense, it is safe.

At the next ball, you entered with your head held high, trying to block out the whispering of the ton. A small, peaceful smile settled on your face, but everyone who knew you, knew that it was fake. Suddenly there was almost a line of suitors around you. Perhaps this few weeks spent in the vicount's company did you some good after all.

Your first dance of the night was Lord Fife. He asked the same boring questions everybody did, he did not really seem like a man who is interested in marrying in general. He was a mediocre dancer, but you were thankful that he did not stomp on your feet.. The ton quickly forgot about the past few weeks, as they started chatting amongs themselves again, the attention not being on you anymore. After the dance you thanked him and walked to the side, hoping the walls would swallow you.

The next dance was Lord Lumley. Aside from telling you to not to talk as he was counting his steps, it was rather pleasant. You did not really care for the conversations anyways. After the dance, he looked behind you, smiling.

-I seem to be quite pressured to leave the lady's side. - he said as you looked behind your back, only to see Anthony approaching slowly. You turned back, and laced your hand around Lord Lumley's arm.

-Nonsense my lord. Let us walk to the refreshment table instead, i am quite parched. - you said already walking. Anthony stopped in his tracks, shaking his head in anger, before some mama's stormed him. You looked back over your shoulder, only to find him politely conversing already, trying to steal glances at you. You sighed. But was the sigh for being relieved you got away or disappointed?

The rest of the evening was rather uneventful. You felt Anthony's eyes boring a hole into your very soul all night, but he did not try to approach you again after.

You did not seen Eloise, perhaps she was lucky enough to get out of this ball after all. Your mother and Lady Violet talked somewhat sadly on the side while watching you dance the ball's last dance with Mr. Dorset, while Anthony danced with Miss Sharma. You were next to eachother, yet so far.

-I hoped something developed between them... i guess it was all but a daydream.. - Lady Violet said.

-Lady Violet, if i may.. - your mother started anxiously, already looking somewhat guilty - my daughter knows our social standing, she knows we would never be able to pay a huge dowry. They both know that even if their time was precious, that is all that's even can be. We are too lowly for a vicount, and there is noone to blame. We are sincerely cherish the friendship between the families, but this union was never meant to be. - Lady Violet looked at you and Anthony sadly as your mother left. She had always hoped for a love match for Anthony. She wanted him to be happy. And now, he would throw it all away in the name of duty and ranks. They had more than enough to not need a dowry at all if it meant he would know love, real love.

The next day Anthony was in his study swamped with papers and work when his mother knocked.

-We are going to the park dear, are you sure you dont want to come? Some fresh air with your family would surely do good..

-No mother, thank you. I have much to do still. I may join after i have finished. - he said not looking up from the papers in front of him. - Will um.. will the (Y/L/N) family attend?

-I suppose they will dearest. - she smiled gently.

When the Bridgerton family arrived at the park, they saw your mother an father, looking over the lake.

-Good day Lady (Y/L/N), Lord (/L/N). How are you on this fine day?

-Oh Lady Bridgerton, never better. - your mother smiled pointing over the lake excitedly.

When Lady Violet looked over the lake, she saw you sitting in a boat with Thomas Dorset, smiling, talking. She felt anxious all of a sudden.

-Is that Thomas Dorset i see with your daughter?

-Oh yes, isn't it wonderful? Mr. Dorset called on her just this morning. He said he was charmed by her the very night before. - your mother said dreamily. Anthony was about to join them when he heard your mother say i am quite sure he will propose soon enough. Oh my dear daughter.. how happy i am. - to his mother. His eyes nearly fell out. Mr. Dorset was rowing the boat to the side, but before he could offer you a hand, to help get out, Anthony offered. You were out in the open, it would surely mean scandal if you did not take it, let alone being extremely rude, which you cannot afford. So you did.

-Lady (Y/N), would you care for a walk around the lake? Chaperoned of course. - he asked and you looked at Thomas but all he did was smile and thanked you for your time before joining your father. You didn't have an out, so you said a shy yes. Your maid following you as a chaperone.

When you were far enough Anthony stopped, looking into your eyes.

-Is this what you want?

-Whatever do you mean Lord Bridgerton?

-Is Mr. Dorset really who your heart yearns for? - he asked, already searching for the answers in your eyes. There was a hint of sadness as you looked at him.

-My lord, i'll advise you not to meddle in my affairs. If you truly want to know, then yes. The likes of me have no hope on a love-match, i do not have the time to simply wait around, for i am already a burden to my family. What he offers is safety and protection, stability even. That is already more than i could've hope for in life. - by the end tears threatened to fall.

-You cannot marry him. - he said his voice desperate as he grabbed your glowed hand.

-That is entirely for my father and i to decide my lord. It is better this way. - you said as you tugged your hand free, your glove sliding off your hand as he didn't want to let you go. As you ran away from him, leaving half pair of a glove, and most of your heart for him to remember you by.

You were already in the carriage, retreating to your estate when he got back to your families.

His breathing was heavy as if he had ran.

-Anthony dear what has gotten into you? - his mother asked.

-I.. i ..... she cannot for the love of god marry Mr. Dorset.

-Foolish boy, what has gotten into you? - she asked as your father's jaw clenched.

-Lord Bridgerton, with all due respect, my daughter marries whoever she pleases. If Mr. Dorset proposes and she says yes then they will marry. But tell me Lord Bridgerton, since you seem far too invested in my daughter's marriage. Did you ever plan to marry her?

Anthony sighed and shook his head no. Guilt evident on his face.

-Then i suggest you stop playing with her heart.. - said your father. He wasn't a man of much words, but when he did talk, it had weight. RIght in that moment Anthony knew he loved you, hell, he had loved you from the moment he first heard you laugh. He was foolish enough to be blinded by duty, and now he needs to live with it.

Lady Violet just shook her head. Eloise was fuming, she never hated her brother more. Having fun is one thing, but playing with her best friend's heart like that will not do...

-Anthony would you walk with me? - she asked and Anthony just nod.

-What are you doing brother?

-I don't even know it myself Eloise.. - he said with a sigh - i know i can't have her, i should not, i always wanted to keep love out of my marriage, out of my life.

-Is it because of father?

-Do you remember mother after he died? She wasn't there, she was merely a shell of herself. I cannot, i will not deam anyone to that kind of suffering and pain..

-Why did you tell her not to marry your friend then?

-I do not know Eloise.. i .. i couldn't bear to see her with another.

-Well you'll have to choose brother. It is either you or another, and as much as i hate you, or the fact that you'd steal her away, i'd still much prefer you over Dorset. He seems extremely boring, and he does not have siblings as wonderful as you.. - she said smiling at Anthony. Her heart had softened on the way. Maybe it was the memory of their father or how she saw Anthony, how she truly saw him now. It was a rare moment between them to be so raw and honest. Especially about one's feelings.

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Your parents decided to host a dinner. Of course they had invited Mr. Dorset and his family, the Bridgertons, Lady Danbury, and the duke and the duchess of Hastings of course. Your home never really were open to the public, so the paintings, the statues the great library has never really been seen before. Since Lady Violet was helping your mother with the decorations, and flowers, probably even with the menu, they arrived way earlier than everyone else. You hid in the wing reserved for family, in the sage drawingroom, where your piano rested. It was a long time ago since you had played. You sat down as your light dress fell beautifully over your ankles. Your back was to the door, which you left slightly ajar if your mother needed help.

As you started to play, the whole estate stopped for a minute. It was long since they heard you play, but they were all the more thankful that you decided to grace them. Your fingers moved with such an elegance, such light air as if you were born to play the pianoforte. Anthony had just arrived when he heard you play thanks to the opened windows of the room. He all but run wanting to see you, hear you, smell you, talk to you even if its word of hate. He knew he would deserve it. But when he climbet the stairs to you, he saw through the crack of the door that Thomas walked to the room. Jealousy sparked deep within his heart as he watched you from hiding. Thomas walked up to you, smiling.

-Lady (Y/n), i know this might seem sudden, but the past few days have been the happiest of my life so far. I know i cannot offer you much, but i offer those from my heart. I had already asked your father, but i would very much like to hear the final answer from you my lady. - he got down on one knee, only then can Anthony see your face. A mixature of fear and guilt evident on them. - would you do me the honor by marrying me?

Eloise joined Anthony, quickly silencing herself. She was as shocked as Anthony or you.

-Mr. Dorset.. - you started.

-Thomas, call me Thomas please.

-Um.. Thomas.. i.. i had a lot of time to think.. And while you seemed to have endless words about your adventures and travels, i never quite seem to get any closer to you. Tell me then... do you... do you love me? - you looked him in the eye.

-My lady, we will have all our lives to learn to love eachother. I am offering you safety and protection. You could have a comfortable life, i would be travelling most of the time.

-So in the name of protection and safety, you would deem me to spend my life alone in an estate somewhere out in the country?

-It is more than what most of the ton's eligible ladies will ever get (Y/n)..

Eloise had to hold back Anthony from barging in.

-I suppose it is.. - you said clearly thinking. Both Anthony and Eloise praying outside the door so you'd say no.- i know i am foolish for hoping for a love match. Ladies like myself do not have the priviledge of waiting around. However i'd rather be a spinster than to be deemed to a lonely life. I cannot accept your offer Mr. Dorset. I am sincerely sorry, but i simply cannot.

Your head shot towards the door as a squeek was heard. You stormed towards it, and Eloise and Anthony didn't have the time to flee or hide.

-What is the meaning of this? - Thomas asked. You just looked at Anthony, and walked away without a word.

-We were... - started Anthony and Eloise quickly cut in - we were going to thank Lady (Y/N) for having us tonight, but we were mesmerised by the soft playing of pianoforte. Wasn't it lovely Mr. Dorset? Lady (Y/N) might be an angel coming down to grace us after all.. - she tried to save face, while Anthony tried to hold back a chuckle. Thomas just scoffed and left, leaving his parents behind.

Part IV. here.

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sirphillipcranestanaccount · 1 year

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In your AUs there is hardly any interaction between Phillip and Gregory.

Do you see any scenario where they would interact or where they would need one another's help?

I just haven’t gotten around to it to be honest 😅 in fact, I HC l&f Greg having a big man crush on Phillip. Here’s an Eloise & Greg chat I made ages ago, in fact

#l&f au

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hopepaigeturner · 2 years

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🎄Giftmas Day 6: Subscription Service--Philoise

Modern AU set about three years after the events of Six Days and Six Poems. But you dont have to read them to understand anything here. (Check them out on AO3 username: xxHope_Paige_Turner_99xx)

El recieves a book subscription from Benophie and starts chatting to another recipetant--@PlantDaddy01.

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Christmas: Foreword

“What the?”

Eloise slipped open the envelope to find a little notecard.

Rare Birds Book Club: Welcome Aboard.

“It’s a book subscription service,” Sophie explained snuggled in Benedict’s arms. “Monthly, you get two anonymous blurbs to choose from, then it arrives all wrapped up to ensure it is a surprise!” Sophie’s eyes sparked, like when the pair talked about literature—particularly Sophie’s PHD. “They specialise in female authors—ofcourse—and there’s a whole community you can access.”

“We thought, with your big move, that it might be a nice reminder of home and a possibility for something new.” Benedict chimed in. “Until you find your feet and your favourite book café.”

“A new chapter,” Sophie added.

Eloise put on her best smile. She had always wished to fly the nest, but her heart still panged. No more would she be able to pop over to Benedict and Sophie’s for a late-night chat. She wouldn;t be able to pop down from Manchester for a comforting embrace and listening ear.

“Yeah…yeah.” She turned the postcard over, “I’ll give it a go."

1.Girl, Woman, Other by Bernadine Everisto

“I found the balance between the individual plots/styles and the overarching themes/structure of the novel to be a line well-toed. I feel it reflected the nature of race in Britain; at once so individualistic yet also overlapping.” PlantDaddy01.

“I agree with @PlantDaddy01. While I am not from a racial minority group, I liked how the book was intersectional, not just with race but class, gender and sexuality.” @E_classic-not-plastic_Bridgerton

“What do you mean by ‘intersectional’ @E_classic-not-plastic_Bridgerton ?"

“I’m referring to the idea of ‘intersectionality’. An idea that we need to look at issues through multiple lenses together—e.g. race AND gender—to fully understand the complexities of an issue. I can send you some articles if you want?” @E_classic-not-plastic_Bridgerton

“@E_classic-not-plastic_Bridgerton, that would be great. PM?”

2. Unwell Woman by Elinor Cleghorn

“Another great read! As a scientist myself, I found it very enlightening.” @PlantDaddy02.

PRIVATE MESSAGE:

El: A scientist?

Philip: What? I am a multi-faceted individual, a man who is “intersected by a variety of other determinations and ideologies”. Don’t judge a book by its cover, Eloise.

El: You read the essays I sent you?

Philip: Yes? Why wouldn’t I?

El: Oh, I usually overwhelm people with my opinions. Most of my family tune out or roll their eyes now. LOL 😂

Philip: Well those people are not worth your time—or are too narrow-minded to appreciate proper intellectual brilliance.

It had taken Eloise a while to respond after that.

3.Circe by Madeline Miller

Philip: I’m never looking at Greek legends the same way. Rick Riordan who?

El: I know it was so gripping! The description utterly entranced me, the romance, the heartbreak... Sorry that was a bit of an emotional spiel.

El: Also—Rick Riordan is still solid, thank you very much.

Philip: You like those too? After How to Train Your Dragon, that was my childhood book series. Going to be a bit controversial—Percy Jackson > Harry Potter. * goes and hides in his allotment*.

El: I TOTALLY AGREE!! I still hold the belief if stupid Universal hadn’t f—ed up the films then PJ would have been just as big as HP. FIGHT ME!

Philip: I think I know by now not to get in the ring with you—but always up to listen. Educate me El!

4.Where the Crawdads Sing by Delia Owens

Philip: Wasn’t there a movie adaptation about this? Have you seen it.

El: I heard. And not really. I don’t trust movie adaptations that much. PTSD from the PJ movies.

Philip: I understand the pain.

Philip: I’ve just look it up, T Swift did a song for it.

El: I’m always in two minds concerning TS. As a teen I really brought into the whole ‘she only writes about boyfriends’ crap. Gradually appreciating her music—especially Folklore.

Philip: Oh, Amanda loves her.

El: Is that a friend?

Philip: Sort of, not really.

Eloise decided not to look too closely at why relief flooded her system after that message.

Philip: Anyway, we could still see the movie.

Eloise’s heart stuttered.

El: Yeah, that might be nice. If it’s terrible we can throw popcorn at it.

Philip: I’d have to sort a couple things out, but you could come over to mine? Could only do Friday tho.

El: My roommates out this weekend so the flat is free. I have a sofa bed if you need to crash?

Eloise swore.

What the hell was she thinking?

Yes, she might have had a couple fantasies about Philip over the last months, (maybe more than a couple), but he didn’t need to know that.

However, a couple moments later a little star popped up in her notifications.

Philip: Sounds great. It’ll be nice to meet you in person. X

El put her hand over her mouth—even though there was no one to see her blooming beam.

5. Oh no! Unfortunately, your surprise got lost in the mail!

Philip: Hey El. I know after last week you might not want to see me again. I get it, trust me, I do: a 24-year-old single dad with 6 year old twins isn’t everyone’s cup of tea. My life is a mess, I’m an utter mess. I should have told you about Amanda and Oli, that’s on me, and I am so sorry. I totally understand if you want to go back to messages or break contact.

But I really, really like you, Eloise. You’re smart, witty, intelligent, funny and gosh, just beautiful in every way. When I talk to you, for those moments, I feel like me. The real me. Not the reposnible dad, not the researcher, not the guy-with-the-kids. I can just be. I love it, I love us…whatever we are. I loved our night last week and I meant every word that I whispered to you under those covers and the ones I said when we woke up.

But I will respect your decision, Eloise. I will, whatever you decide. I don’t care if you want to return to being friends or pen pals…I just need my life to have you in it.

6. Diving into the Wreck by Adrienne Rich

Eloise tucked her book under her arm and rang the doorbell. She bounced on her toes outside the ground-floor flat and tried not to fiddle with her scrappy bun.

She hadn’t dressed up--hadn’t even applied makeup—on the virtuous idea of vulnerability. She had wanted to be Eloise, just Eloise—brash, coarse and raw. After all, Phillip was literally opening her heart up to her due to the invitation.

However, a ride on the bus had slowly eroded that conviction. She tried to inspect her features in the faint reflection of the window. No use.

The door swung open and Eloise’s heart fluttered.

Theo's smile transformed his face.

“Hi." He pushed his wire-framed glasses up his nose.

“Hi.” Eloise did a little wave. “It’s good to see you.” Philip startled slightly and nodded.

“Yeah, yeah—sorry,” he leant forward and kissed her cheek, “I just… his eyes slid over her body. “I am a very lucky man.”

“So am I,” Eloise replied with a blush, “a lucky woman that is—not man. Obviously.”

Philip chuckled and went to reply when—

“OLIVER! THAT’S MY CAR! GIVE IT BACK!”

Philip winced.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” He asked.

“A wise man once told me to ‘never judge a book by its cover’.” Eloise replied, stepping up and entwining her fingers in his own.

“He sounds like an interesting guy.”

“The best,” she said, allowing him to lead her inside to start the next chapter of their story.

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Post Christmas I might add to this, (so it's not just text messages) to add to the Six Moments series.

I used Phillip in this one even though I am more drawn to Theo (in the show, especially in comparison to bookPhilip). Although I have my own feelings about who showEloise's love interest should be.

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popsbridgerton · 4 years

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Coming home again - Chapter Four - A.B.

Coming back with chapter four. I had to drop it quickly because I'm so unhappy with the third. I hope you like this better or the same if you liked the third.

Words: 1400+ Note: Like always, not proof read yet.

Summary: Violet announces that theres going to be a ball the next evening and some gentlemen reserve their dances.

Prolog

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The exhibitions Benedict would like to take you was in the evening. You knew that. But you didn’t think that you could attempt dinner with all the other Bridgertons and go to the exhibition afterwards. But it was that late. You didn’t mind and your mother didn’t either. Only Violet had asked Benedict if he was sure that a Lady should be at such an occasion that late. But he only stated that it wasn’t for an English Lady but since you were a French Lady it would fit perfectly. You were amused by this answer and again very thankful that things were less strict in France.

Dinner was almost done, when Violet raised her voice again. She was sitting at one end at the table. Your mother next to her as well as Francesca. Gregory next to his sister and Hyacinth next to your mother, Eloise next to her other side and at the opposite of Colin. Next to Colin Benedict on whose opposite you sat and at the other end of the table Anthony as the head of family. You were pleased to sit close to your favorite Bridgertons and far away from your mother. It means you could have fun without knowing her. “There is going to be a ball tomorrow.” Violet announced. “The very first of the season. You should join us.” She looked at your mother who was obvious curious to went to a ball where she could talk to all the Ladies, she had known years ago. “We would love to join you!” She returned but you squeezed your face. “We?” You asked but since you were sitting so far away from her, she hadn’t heard you.

“Do you have a dress, Y/N?” Francesca asked across the table at your surprised features which you got back under control soon and nodded. “Sure.” You returned. “I do have some dresses from Paris with me.” You smiled at her. “If you like you can help me to pick one, later.” She nodded in excitement and you smiled a little brighter. You always had fun in picking dresses for occasions and you were happy to share this fun with Francesca. “Y/N.” Colin stated and looked from the other side at the table to you and you raised your gaze to look at him as well. “Colin?” “Since you will join us. Am I allowed to reserve a dance on your dance card already?” You chuckled a little. You knew Colin loved to dance in fact he was the only one from the three older Bridgertons who liked to dance. But you never thought he would be so quick with asking you for a dance. “Sure, you are.” You answered and being also happy to have a dance with somebody you knew and liked.

“Since none of the dances are reserved yet, which one you would like to pick?” You asked, smiling at Colin. He thought about it for a second, his lips pressed together. “The one in the middle” he announced then. “You will have some dances and some time to get in touch with people. And if you don’t like it, you can tell me, and we can escape.” He smiled proudly of his idea and you returned his smile with an amused one. “That sounds perfect.” You agreed. “I’ll will reserve it for you as soon as I get the card.” You smiled at him and got back to your plate when Benedict raised his voice.

“Now that we are reserving dances.” He started and immediately got your attention. You smiled amused as you could thought of what he might say now and tilted your head a little. “I would like to reserve one as well.” He nodded and looked seriously at you. Trying to look surprised you tilted your head even more. “Do you?” “Indeed.” He agreed. “And actually, I would like to reserve two.” His voice was deep and steady. You raised your brows. “Two?” You asked surprised. From all the things Francesca and Eloise told you he and Anthony hated dancing. “Indeed, two.” He repeated. “One at the beginning of the ball, the first one, and the other at the end.” He paused and then finally his smile returned. You knew he reserved two for a special reason. “The first one to give you comfort. You don’t have to dance with some strange man instead you can dance with a friend - me – and get an overview over everything.” He smiled as if this was one of the best ideas he ever had. “And the last one to be your hero after a long, annoying evening at the ball, who will save you from everything and as Colin said, to help you escape.” He smiled even bigger and still looked at you while Colin looked at him a little upset that he had stolen his idea. “I would love to.” You simply said, still smiling and turning your head to Anthony who hadn’t said anything at all.

You looked at him, as if he should say something, but he didn’t. He continued to eat as if nothing had happened and just when he noticed that not only you looked at him but also the rest of people sitting at the table he simply asked “Is there something?” taking his glass of wine and leading it to his mouth to take a sip.

Of cause, he knew that there was something. Everybody at the table waited for him to reserve a dance on your dancing card as well. Because even Benedict who hated dancing as much as he did, had. Even two! But he wouldn’t. He simply wouldn’t. He had watched this whole scene quietly and he would remain quiet. For everybody’s sake. He wouldn’t join this masquerade. Because that was what I looked like to him. Of cause, when his mother had mentioned the ball and your mother had agreed to join, he knew Colin would ask you for a dance. But not tonight. Not right now. He would have had enough time to ask you when you had your dance card. So why did he do it now? Anthony had a strange feeling about that. Colin did it because of him. Because he and Benedict had decided to play a mean game on him. The one who dance the most with you would win. But you weren’t a price. And he would never dance.

“Do you like to reserve a dance on my dancing card as well?” You asked softly and smiled at him. Because to be honest he was the only one you really wanted to spend at the ball with. Of cause, it would be fun to dance with Benedict and perhaps even more with Colin because you were sure he was the best dancer of the three of them. But Anthony was your best friend. And you couldn’t imagine something making more fun than tattling with him over all the other beautiful ladies and gentlemen who did they best to find a match.

“I don’t.” Was all he said, placing his glass back on the table and his attention back to his plate. A quiet “Oh” fell from your lips as your smiled dropped because you didn’t think he would refuse you. After all it was just a stupid dance. An awkward silence grew where you could hear nothing but Anthonys fork and knife scratching over his plate. But after what felt like forever the rest of the Bridgertons start to chat again and the room was filled with loudness again.

You remained silent looking at your plate but being surely sated after his words. You never thought that it would hurt you when somebody dismiss you a dance. You liked dancing but it never meant the world to you, so you were fine when somebody didn’t like to. But tonight, with Colin and Benedict asking you for a dance but not Anthony you felt utterly unliked. Unliked by the person you loved so dearly. Unliked by the person you thought would love you dearly as well. It felt like he had punched you. You almost felt like crying because of the bad feeling he had caused.

Your attention was brought back to reality, when a foot touched yours underneath the table. “Hey.” Benedict murmured softly and locked his eyes with yours when you looked up at him. Anthonys place was empty, you hadn’t realized he had left. “It’s not your fault. He’s just a stupid grouch.” He offered you one of his softest and kindest smiles that said everything was alright and for a second you believed him, so you returned his smile and nodded slightly. “I know.”

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Chapter Five

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newtonsheffield · 4 years

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Honestly, I have no commitment or energy to write this BUT I found it humorous, so I'll bequeath it to you: the concept of a GIRLS ONLY Bridgerton chat - a necessary coping mechanism - but sometimes Drunk Bridgerton antics lead to massive f*ck ups - like the one time Sophie accidentally shared "HONESTLY - B IN BENEDICT STANDS FOR BOMB; THE D IS SELF EXPLANATORY" but she is so blasted on fine booze (compliments of Kate) share shared it with the FAM CHAT instead

Okay, You had to have known I couldn’t resist writing this as a ficlet, you sly dog, So I won’t apologise for writing this on my lunch break

The first time Sophie Beckett had been invited to Kate Bridgerton’s house for drinks she’d been a little apprehensive. Honestly because Kate was slightly intimidating, not that she was ever unkind, she was warm, and friendly, and she was the entire reason that had even met Benedict again so she really couldn’t complain. And Lucy Abernathy was terrifying in her own right as an heiress with more money than she knew what to do with but who worked and worked so that she felt useful. But Kate had been so kind when she’d said

“It’s just something Lucy and I like to do! If we’re going to put up with the Bridgerton boys, We need to drink. And you’re one of us now.” She’d started to refuse, But Ben had sidled up to her and said

“She’ll be there, Kate!” grinning with warmth at his Sister-in-law at having included his new Girlfriend in her tradition. And He’d said to Sophie on the way there “You’ll have fun! Lucy and Kate are great!” And he was right. Which is why, 3 years later they were still meeting monthly for drinks at Kate’s house following which Lucy and Sophie generally piled into the spare bedroom and slept it off.

Sophie had to admit, in hindsight that this was all Kate’s fault. She was unwilling to admit that her tolerance for alcohol had changed after having 2 children and so when she’d whipped out a bottle of vodka that Sophie was sure cost more than the apartment she’d been living in when she met Benedict, Sophie was again apprehensive. Kate had scoffed at her

“What are you afraid is going to happen? Don’t be wimp Soph. Penelope would do it if she weren’t in Greece with Colin.” Sophie thought privately in the aftermath that truly, Kate had been right because she never would have thought this would have happened.

A good few hours later, and Sophie could admit, she was... Well and truly plastered. Her head was fuzzy, and she could barely stand up straight, hell even her teeth felt numb. Lucy, normally so composed, seemed to be laying across Kate’s kitchen table talking quietly to herself, Kate was talking at full speed her hands flying everywhere, her drink sloshing out of her glass.

“Someone’s phone just chimed!” Kate had said, a little loudly. moving clumsily over to check the phones lined up on the counter. “Does someone know a Gerald?! There’s a little glasses emoji next to it.” Kate said bemusedly. Lucy shot up suddenly

“Oh That’s Greg! Aren’t his glasses just... so fucking cute?!” Lucy said, slurring her words only a little, reaching her hand out for the phone, tapping away when Kate handed it to her. This caught Sophie’s interest,

“Why is he Gerald?” Lucy laughed loudly

“That’s what my Uncle calls him. He fucking hates Greg, I’m wasting my life apparently.” Sophie hummed sympathetically in response. And Lucy had said, turning to Kate

“What do you have Anthony down as in your phone?” Kate had hummed

“Ahhh We went classic: Father of my Children.” Lucy and Sophie cooed appreciatively “And before we were together it was just Dickhead.” Kate finished, a little primly and Sophie and Lucy hooted with laughter. And then the attention had turned back to Sophie. Lucy and Kate had their eyebrows raised expectantly at her and she’d immediately started blushing, felt her already flushed cheeks go even redder.

“I’m going to decline to answer.” Sophie mumbled out, slurring her words. But it seemed Kate wasn’t going to let her get away with it that easily.

“No! We showed you ours, you have to show yours! Fair’s fair Sophie!” And Sophie had to admit, the logic was sound. They’d stayed silent for several seconds before Sophie had cracked and said.

“I can’t say it out loud, I’ll text it to the Bridgerton Wives Chat.”

Lucy and Kate had both waited expectantly as she typed it out and Gasped when the message came through

Sophie Becket: I call him BD Bridgerton: B is for BOMBASS and the D is Self explanatory

Kate started hooting with laughter while and small smirk started on Lucy’s lips, Sophie could feel her cheeks overheating as they typed out their responses

Kate Bridgerton: Holy Fuck Amazing Spectacular Groundbreaking Never been seen before Spectacular 😂

Lucy Abernathy-Bridgerton: Oh my god! He painted you like one of his french girls didn’t he, You sly bitch!

Laughter filled the kitchen and they’d gone to bed soon after.

Sophie awoke the next morning with her head pounding, Lucy snoring lightly next to her, in Kate’s spare room, She looked blearily around the room and was surprised to see Kate piled in next to Lucy rather than down the hall with Anthony. Sophie could feel her phone buzzing in her pocket urgently, and shifted with a groan to see what had happened. And her heart stopped. 13 new messages in Bridgerton Family Chat and 3 missed calls. There, in bold black letters is her message to Kate and Lucy and their responses and then:

Violet Bridgerton: Ladies. You may be in the wrong chat.

Gregory Bridgerton: 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻 Sophie, Truly Fucking outstanding!

Eloise Crane: I woke Phillip up at 1am just to show him this. I guess we finally know what BeneDICK stands for

Daphne Basset: The D is for Disappointment isn’t it. Tragic.

Francesca Bridgerton: Well, Well, Well. Frankly I’m just relieved it’s not Big Dick Bridgerton.

Colin Bridgerton: Would be a little hard to tell Who she’s referring to there though Frankie 😉. Back me up Pen.

Penelope Featherington: I will do no such thing. Bloody annoyed I missed this meeting of the Bridgerton Wives Club though!

Hyacinth Bridgerton: Appalled, shocked, truly disgusted, and Yet: Fucking Yes Sophie! Get some!

Anthony Bridgerton: Can we end this conversation, come and pick up your wives, my children are sleeping.

Violet Bridgerton: Anthony Don’t be annoyed because your brother knows how to treat a lady!

Anthony Bridgerton: Kate is very satisfied, Thank you!

Sophie avoided Bridgerton Family functions for several weeks, and when she returned, it was to a round of applause.

#bridgerton and sons au #I don't even know what to tag this as #sophie beckett #kate sheffield #lucy abernathy #bridgerton family shenanigans #sophie kate and lucy are chaotic drunks #molly's asks and answers #the bridgerton wives club

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Moonlight Lovers - Ethan Chapter 5, Total AP 7,740

At the beginning of the chapter we have a choice: we can either go to the kitchen and join the vampires in their debate on what to do with the murderer; ignore them and go to the library to read and try to relax; take advantage of Ethan being busy and go snooping into his room.

The meeting doesn’t lead to much because as usual the vampires don’t agree on what to do and decide to just wait and patrol the grounds; in the library we only find an old file describing some kind of tests on a blood type that is the same as Eloise’s; in Ethan’s room we can find out that he is looking up ways to treat PTSD, that he is collecting information about trials of nazi who escaped to South America, and also some books about blood transfusion.

Whatever we choose (the meeting is probably the good option), Ethan comes to our room to ‘see how we are doing’. Eloise is surprised by this sudden interest but as they banter she starts to feel again the attraction she felt at the party, so you have a choice here: either have a pointless conversation that leads to nothing because Ethan refuses to provide any personal information, or literally jump on him and have sex.

It’s not sweet, it’s not romantic, it’s very clearly a hate-f*ck.

As soon as they are done Ethan leaves and we have the chance to feel more or less regret about it, or be completely cool, anyway Eloise thinks it’s going to be a one time thing.

The following night we can run into Raphael looking for his blindfold (optional scene) and then go to the garden where we find Ethan having one of his trances, he’s trying to bury Raphael’s blindfold thinking it’s a corpse. He keeps asking for forgiveness saying that he had tried to help but he was still human. Eloise manages to make him snap out of it and he quickly leaves to go patrolling the forest with Aaron.

When they return, we have a brief discussion with the two of them, Aaron can mention that he feels there is something wrong in our bond, and then we feed Ethan our blood in the bathroom. This time we manage to keep a leash on the pain and we feel strong and in control. Ethan is satisfied and in a good mood and invites us to the Moondance. However he leaves first so we are forced to go there alone since no one is available to accompany us.

While walking through the wood, we hear noises and we end up surrounded by a pack of wolves, as we try to fight them off somehow Ethan also comes to our rescue with a gun, the wolves escape and we go to the club with him.

At the club we have several options and branches, the main choice is whether we want to spend time with Ethan or talk to Beliath and, in case we stay with Ethan, whether we want to talk and try to get more information out of him or dance because we feel attracted to him again.

If we talk to Beliath we find out nothing useful, if we talk to Ethan we can get a bit of lore about his parents. His father was a teacher and his mother was loving and proud of him for having passed the entrance exam to med school at a young age. The chat is sweet but makes him sad.

If we decide to dance, which is probably the good option, Ethan first acts as an ass saying that what happened the previous night was only a one night stand and will never happen again, then he goes all sexy again, we suggests to dance, and while we do we get closer and closer until he whispers how amazing we had been the previous night. After a while he leaves, and we can't find him anywhere, so we leave as well.

We find Ethan at the entrance of the manor where he is having one of his episodes again, he is talking to Eloise as if she were a child from his past, he is desperately asking for forgiveness about not being able to save the child and his mother from bad scientist, although he had given up everything in his attempts. The sun is about to rise so we walk him to his room where he collapses on his bed.

We look at him sleeping (illustration) and we can either think that we are starting to have warm feelings for him, that he’s not a bad guy and should be happy, or that it’s a good chance to off him once and for all. If we choose the last option, we pick a pillow and decide that we should try to suffocate him. The chapter ends with Eloise internally freaking out about not being able to recognise herself anymore (either wanting to save Ethan to see him happy or wanting to kill him).

#moonlight lovers #ml ethan #ml ethan 5 #ml spoilers #ml recap

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The Top Ten Times Bridgerton Titillated Me AKA Gave Life

After making haste to consume the series in a day, and the next rewatching Simon and Daphnes’ scenes only (highly recommend), at the crack of the following, I realized it was the magic of seemingly smaller moments, sometimes, in the form of behind-the-scenes and back story beauty, woven into the larger storyline expositions that really stayed with me—a storytelling feat Her Majesty, Shonda Rhimes, is known for. Here are the top ten times this happened, causing my cinephile soul considerable thought and feels.

1. Simon’s bedside manner while Daphne is in labor

It struck me the first time while watching how—how shall I put it—calm Simon looked, while Daphne screamed and breathed her head off. No, calm is not quite the word—eerily still, without any emotion or exertion of his own. At first confounded by His Grace, I realized he was terrified; scarred and petrified into a place that had no emotion to rely upon. Would Daphne survive childbirth? Was he having an out-of-body experience, imagining, as I am sure he was told, his immense a**hole of a father pacing outside the room where the Duchess was giving birth to Simon, obsessed with the “outcome” and would not deign to be by her side, what that must have felt like, to be so cold and removed from life, feeling, humanity, and here Simon was, in perfect, firm love, at Daphne's side, being a whole part of their child’s birth? (When their son is born, his stock Simon-ness returns, as he, filled with emotion, gently holds their son from Daphne’s arms, then implies, impishly, because of the Bridgerton family tradition, their son’s name must begin with “A.”)

2. A chocolate will do just perfectly

The perfection of friendship between Eloise and Penelope is well on display throughout the series. There was one moment that caught my breath for the sheer ease of what friendship is—truly relating without needing to fully understand the other but being, sitting, anyhow, in pure acceptance of the other and mutual situation. Such is what happens when Penelope tells Eloise, in gentle expository explosion, her path is and will be different, more difficult to navigate than hers, without having a sister who is a Duchess, and moreover, she thinks she wants a life different than the independent dream the two of them speak of. And, to that, Eloise offers a chocolate, and to that, Penelope's smile-inducing smile and simply reaching for one is friendship goals.

3. “I beg your pardon?”

As others have pointed out, there is plenty of hotness to Simon buttoning Daphne’s cuff as a clear metaphor for the sexual unbuttoning/buttoning to come. But, what gets me every time is Simon’s reaction to Daphne’s question, his face both gently confirming and sexily contorting, which seems to beg the idea that in a different house of language, not one for promenade but perhaps one a rake aka Regency f*ck boy would inhabit, this term had an, o, one might say, slightly less innocent meaning.

4. The nighttime, swing chats between Eloise and Benedict

I dare say it was Eloise who checked her brother on his white man privilege that sent him (still) strolling to Henry Granville’s house to take a (completely protected, see white privilege) risk of himself as a potential new somebody, in this case, an artist.

5. Were others hoping Henry and Benedict would have a go at it?

I think I mistook their mutual intrigue for desire, though I dare say Benedict flinging himself with considerable umph into the ménage-a-trois with Madame Delacroix and her friend, may have been, in part, a turn-on from stumbling upon Henry with his love, Lord Willoughby, making love. I recognize this ponderance might be a stretch, but, if I may—remember that conversation A Happiest Season launched in queer Twitterverse about the likelihood, with multiple siblings, of at least one sibling being gay? Come on, there are eight of them! Tell me I am not the only queer fan who would love to see one Bridgerton explore a truthfully desired same-sex relationship on the show.

6. “Simon” (**heart begins to ache**)

After Simon gives one of his best speeches, in episode five to the queen, in his and Daphne’s effort to persuade Her Majesty to assist them in getting a marriage license, so moved is Daphne by what he says, that she turns to him, as if no one else is in the room, with an emotive quiver, staring watery and straight into his eyes, and out comes a quaking: “Simon.” Indeed, Simon’s speech of the love from whom he cannot stay away nor let be the one who got away is the discursive, definitive foreplay to their physical consumption of each other. Later, he says quietly to her heart twisted back: “Everything I said to the queen was true.”

7. “From the mornings you ease, to the evenings you quiet, to the dreams you inhabit, my thoughts of you never end...”

Um. So, this is just one of the most perfect romantic things I have ever heard one human being utter to another.

8. Also: this was a nearly all-female credited writer cast (with the exception of the series’ premiere and finale episodes, credited to showrunner Chris Van Dusen). I delightfully sighed as each woman writer’s name danced in Bridgerton font across my screen. What genius interplay of words that cut and bit and lobbed and heeled, then healed, revealed, and felt so completely—wonderful. Here are the writing credits:

Janet Lin for episode 2, ”Shock and Delight”

Leila Cohan-Miccio for episode 3, ”The Art of the Swoon”

Abby McDonald for episode 4, “An Affair of Honor”

Joy C. Mitchell for episode 5, ”The Duke and I” Sarah Dollard for episode 6, ”Swish” Jay Ross and Abby McDonald for episode 7, “Oceans Apart”

Additionally listed under writers are Jess Brownell as Executive Story Editor on “Shock and Delight” and “Diamond of the First Water,” Joy C. Mitchell also as Executive Story Editor on “Shock and Delight” and “Diamond of the First Water,” and Abby McDonald as Staff Writer on “Shock and Delight” and “Diamond of the First Water.”

9. Simon goes down—a lot

At least two times we know of, but we may assume more, that giving Her Grace pleasure between her legs is something that comes easily, perhaps even needily, to him. Just that. It is hot and wanting and you know, with various talk about men not wanting to go down on women, well, representation matters.

10. Choosing present over past

This is a Golden Age TV theme of late, strong in the final season of Jessica Jones and luscious The Queen’s Gambit, though, perhaps, choosing to be present is the overall life theme, always, and just manifests differently in all of our journeys. The fabulously eviscerate Lady Danbury says: “Pride, Your Grace: it will cost you everything and leave you with nothing.” What Simon gains by choosing to be in his present is not only the opportunity to feel and develop a love, and family, with Daphne, but he gives himself space—cleans out the leftovers, once and for all—to fully inhabit the now, which means anything could be ahead.

#bridgerton #bridgerton netflix #daphne bridgerton #simon hastings #duke of hastings #daphne x simon #simon x daphne #simon and daphne #daphne and simon #top ten #shonda rhimes #thank you shonda #shondaland #netflix #chris van dusen #women writers #golden age of tv #your grace

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1111

Something a little bit random and silly for my 1111th, just because.

survey by joybucket

List three things you love that start with each letter.

A: Art and most forms of it; anchovies, in most cases; and Angela.

B: Burgers, Beyoncé, and buffets.

E: Escargot, the name Eloise, and elephants.

F: FISH, Friends, and some folk indie.

S: Sleeping, signing off work at the end of my shift, and all kinds of seafood.

T: I’m obsessed with tteokbokki; trying out new food; and table tennis.

Q: I like the quiet time I occasionally give myself; quail eggs, especially in the form of kwek-kwek; and quattro formaggi pizza.

R: Rainbows, the rain, and riding planes.

O: Old movies, the ocean, and Okinawa milk tea.

List a phrase including an adjective, noun, and verb for each letter. Examples: "angry artist anticipating", "rude rascals running", "dirty dogs dancing", or "empty elephants eloping." Have fun!

A: Adorable animals appearing.

F: Fabulous fingers frolicking.

C; Chummy classmates cooking.

S: Suspicious self salivating.

R: Rambunctious raccoon running.

T: Tired turnip tumbling.

Q; Questioning quail quipping.

J: Joyful joggers jamming.

I: Inquisitive igloos imagining.

L: Luxurious lemonade luminescing.

Z: Zesty zebras zoning out.

E: Ethereal eagles embracing.

List three different occupations starting with each letter.

O: Orthodontist, oceanographer, opthalmologist.

E: Engineer, equestrienne, elementary school teacher.

F: Firefighter, flight attendant, farmer.

S: Scientist, singer, seamstress.

T: Talent agent, tricycle driver, tennis player.

I: Illustrator, inspector, IT technician.

E: Economist, editor, electrician.

L: Lawyer, librarian, lifeguard.

A: Accountant, actor, architect.

Y: Yoga instructor, youth pastor, yogurt maker?? if that counts, lol. Otherwise I got nothing else.

List three adjectives that begin with each letter.

A: Affable, abrupt, adequate.

B: Broken, blunt, bleary.

C: Crazy, clear, clingy.

D: Daunting, delirious, dark.

E: Existential, enraged, exemplary.

F: Fantastic, far-flung, flavorful.

G: Ghastly, gentle, gigantic.

H: Harrowing, healthy, hopeful.

I: Intelligent, identical, impervious.

J: Jovial, jaded, joyous.

List three nouns that being with each letter.

K: Kangaroo, keychain, kiwi.

L: Lemonade the album, lemon the fruit, and Liz Lemon.

M: Mall, maple syrup, and mop.

N: Nightingale, nest, napkin.

O: Ogre, olive, orange.

P: Piano, panini, and pizza.

Q: Queen, quill, quilt.

List three verbs that begin with each letter.

R: Running, raking, reliving.

S: Singing, sailing, surfing.

T: Tricking, tossing, teeming.

U: Understanding, urging, unwrapping.

V: Villifying, venerating, vaccinating - get vaccinated, folks.

W: Wandering, washing, wriggling.

X: I don’t know if there are any and I can’t bother to look it up.

Y: Yawning, yelling, yearning.

Z: Zipping, ziplining, zapping.

List three...

girl's names you love: Olivia, Mia, Emma.

boy’s names you love: Mason, Jacob, Lucas.

girl’s names you dislike: Karen, and our local versions of Karen, Marites and Marivic.

boy’s names you dislike: Chad, times three.

things you hate about summer things you hate about winter things you hate about spring things you hate about fall things you love about spring things you love about winter things you love about fall things you love about summer Crossing these out because my Southeast Asian ass can’t relate, but if you do decide to take this survey feel free to un-strikethrough them!

things you miss from your past: Having more freedom to make mistakes; not having to worry about the future; and friends I’ve since lost.

people who have really hurt you in the past: Gabie, my mom, Marielle.

names of people you have had crushes on: Gabie, Andi from 5th grade...and that’s it, really.

names of people you have gone on a date with: Only Gabie. And I guess maybe Mike? Since he asked me to go with him to his ball as his date.

places you've been and would love to go again: Sagada, Jeju, Bali.

places you want to visit before you die: Morocco, Spain, Thailand.

items on your bucket list: See Times Square, live in a condo, plan a solo trip.

health conditions you have: Scoliosis, lactose intolerance, and very possible depression.

health conditions you've had in the past but don't anymore: Dehydration, UTI, and some kind of weird low-platelet-count thing that was just that, and never diagnosed as anything.

things you are allergic to: Possibly some types of grass, and maybe face masks. Idk how to confirm it really; I just know my skin gets irritated around them sometimes.

youtube channels you love to watch: Good Mythical Morning; the KBS YouTube channel mainly for clips of Return of Superman and 2 Days 1 Night; and Binging With Babish.

favorite drinks: Water, coffee, Long Island Iced Tea.

favorite foods: Sushi, chicken wings, pizza.

favorite desserts: Cheesecake, MACARONS, cupcakes.

favorite holidays: The only one I care for and get super excited about is my birthday, if that counts. Christmas is fine, but I only get the excitement for it on the actual day itself.

favorite colors: Pastel pink, white, maroon.

people you would like to meet: Ysa and Bea, my teammates at work. I’ve met them only once before, and I wish we can be allowed to report to the workplace physically soon so that I get to see them more often and strengthen my relationship (both working and personal) with them. I’d also love to be able to chat and chill with Hayley Williams even for just 30 seconds.

people you want to meet in Heaven: I don’t believe in that, but I’d love to have met my great-grandfather on my maternal grandfather’s side. Also, Audrey Hepburn and Princess Diana.

good names for a dog or cat: Depends on their personality.

reasons why you get up each morning and keep on living: Because I’ve been able to see myself get better, and why stop all the progress?; because I’d want to be able see if the future will get better; and because I’m afraid of what will happen to/who will look out for my dogs if I’m suddenly gone.

For each name, think of three people you know with that name, and list their occupations.

Amanda: I only know one Amanda, and she’s a friend of my ex’s younger sister. She’s only in senior year of high school. I know an Amandine which is close enough I suppose?? and she’s a dentistry student.

Sarah: She’s a media contact and I’m constantly in touch with; she’s the editor-in-chief of a local magazine. I think she’s the only Sarah I know.

Ashley: Also a media contact. I’m not sure about her title, though.

Beth: @bionic-beth is a teacher! :) But I don’t know any Beths in real life, I think.

Katie: Well I know Kate, and I’ll sometimes playfully call her Katie. She works in a government agency and she’s one of their PR people. The HR person who recruited me to come work at my current employer is a Kate, but I have never and have no plans to call her Katie.

Matt: That’s too foreign-sounding a name where I live.

Emily: Don’t know any Emilys, either.

Chris: Media contacts. They run blogs or news sites of their own.

Mike/Michael: The one Mike I know is currently a med student. Not sure if he’s working on the side - I think he is, since I saw him post about a job update on his Facebook a few months ago; but I can no longer remember what he does, or if he’s still doing it.

Jessica: I went to high school with a girl named Jessica but I don’t follow her on social media, so I have no clue what she’s up to now.

Becca/Bekah: Rita’s sister is a Becca. I think she is currently a grad student.

For each name, think of three people you know, and list one adjective to describe each person. (Skip if you don't know anyone with that name.)

Laura

Michelle: Hilarious.

Victoria: Strong.

Tessa: Friendly.

John

Claire: Influential; motherly.

Briana/Brianna: Bitch.

Vanessa

Brittany/Britney, etc.

Allison/Allie/Ally, etc: Kind.

Olivia

Jordan

Jo/Joe: Ambitious; pretty.

Corey/Kori

Sophie: Sweet; quiet.

Mitch/Mitchell: Tall.

Madison/Maddie/Maddi

Out of all the people you know or have met, list three...

redheads: Yeah, you’re not going to find them in most of Asia. West Asia and some parts of East Asia, probably, but definitely not for the rest.

tall people: Jo, Chesca, and Shaun.

people with really curly hair: I know Kleo has naturally curly hair from her Aeta roots, but it’s been straightened for a very long time now. I think Chesca also has curly hair, albeit slightly. There is also Liana.

sets of twins: My sister had two sets of twins in her high school batch, but I can no longer remember their names. I also had an English class with a pair of twins named Ardy and Thirdy.

of the cutest babies you've seen on social media: My workmate’s baby. My friend Jar has a super squishy niece/nephew pair of twins as well.

people you miss: Angela, Kate, my grandpa.

people with beautiful eyes: I can only think of my ex.

people with nice hair: God I have not been around people for so long, I can barely think of anyone for this.

people who are the same height as you: Aya, Hannah, Tina.

own one of the same clothing items as you: Angela since we went to the same high school and have several of the same school shirts; Laurice since we share a college org and we have our own trademark polo shirt; and my brother and I have our own pairs of Nike Cortez shoes.

make you laugh: Andi, Hans, and this girl I had a couple of history classes with, Rose.

List three celebrities who...

are the same height as you: Lady Gaga and AJ Lee are the only ones who are coming to mind. I wouldn’t call AJ a celebrity though.

have the same hair color as you: Mila Kunis, Kelly Rowland, Dita Von Teese.

look like you: Only based on comments I’ve gotten in the past and not because I necessarily claim these for myself, Lucy Hale, Anna Akana, and Kakie.

List three....

adjectives to describe you: Timid, stubborn, sensitive.

academic courses you enjoyed: Philippine social history, international relations, anthropology.

words you always forget how to spell: Rhythm, committee, accommodate.

things you wish you were better at: Singing, dancing, drawing.

things you are really good at: Writing, reading people, and knowing the best things to order at most restaurants hahahah.

jobs you'd like to have: Ideally, a lawyer or doctor. But realistically, I’d love to have a leadership position in the PR sphere.

jobs you've considered having: ^ Again, lawyer and doctor. Also a journalist or news anchor, back when I still thought I was passionate about journalism.

jobs you'd hate: Journalist, an LTO clerk, an assistant to an asshole celebrity.

things you miss: Being a student, many parts of the past, and deceased family members.

names your mom considered when naming you: Ariel, Kathleen, Katrina.

things people call you: Robyn, Byn, Bynbyn.

*Bonus*: what is your name? (first and middle)? I always feel like just sharing Robyn.

#survey #surveys

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{A Harry Potter Fanfiction; Title in the works}

Main OC: Marcenia Laiche

CCs in this: Remus Lupin.

[Pt.1 of 1/3]

{Chapter 1}

December 8th, 1980.

Home of Matthias and Daphne Laiche

Current time - 5:15 P.M.

It was a dreary December evening at the Laiche Cottage, most of the Altherr family was over for dinner. While they could. Matthias Laiche, Daphne’s husband, was in the kitchen helping the other women, as he didn’t want Daphne to be standing on her feet for too long. With her being eight months pregnant, he worried about her more, as her due date was near. January they were expecting another little one, though the pair didn’t know the gender, as they wanted that to be a surprise this time. The Altherr family guessed the new baby would be another boy, considering the long line of boys.

As everyone was gathered around chatting among each other. Daphne, well, she was on the couch, knitting—trying to at least, but she gave up some time ago.

“I see that Heidelberg Harriers gave Matthias some time off, hm?” Her mother-in-law, Ileana Laiche had said as she sat down beside her on the couch.

Daphne set down her needle and the yarn she was using, onto her lap. “Yes, since October. I’m glad they understand how important it is for Mat to be here.” She states.

“Of course, I’m glad that they did that for the both of you. I’m sure they know how important it is for him to be on parental leave, especially with a new baby on the way.” Ileana gave her a warm smile, rubbing Daphne’s shoulder, before leaning in to whisper to her.

“How have the boys been? I hope they’ve been good, or do I need to talk with them?” She said with raised brows.

Daphne lets out a laugh at this, shaking her head “They’ve been the usual. Troublesome.. But not giving myself-or Mat too much trouble, especially ever since he got back… I’d say the boys calmed down, Mat’s been getting them outside a lot more. Gav’s been helpful too.. He’s such a good big brother to them.” Daphne states, as she rested her hand on her stomach.

“Well I’m glad to hear they haven’t been giving you much trouble, I’d be more than happy to take them off your hands though if you ever need me to.” Ileana took her hand off the young woman’s shoulder, “I truly appreciate that Ileana. And I’m sure Mat does just as much.” Daphne placed her hand atop of her mother-in-law’s, “Of course, anything for you two. You’re family to us…well, most of us.” Ileana would say sadly, and Daphne knew what she meant…her father-in-law, Edward… wasn’t fond of her.. Nor of her family.

She remembers their last interaction, it was the last Christmas they spent at the Laiche Manor.. After that they only invited just Ileana, Zakhar, (that is.. if he wanted to stop by–or if he had the chance at all) Matthias’ third eldest brother.. The only older brother that was friendly towards her and her family, there was also Ramiro, and Sabrina (who was already a close friend from Hogwarts of Daphne’s.) Laiche–as well their sons, who were hers and Matthias’ nephews.

One of their boys got along with their oldest sons, despite them having a one year age difference. Gavril, Matthias and Daphne’s oldest son, was only 5 years old, whilst Ramiro and Sabrina’s oldest son was only 4 years old. Yet, the two boys got along just fine, the two would play in the backyard with the other boys (her other nephews, on the Altherr side) throwing a ball back and forth, her and her sisters (as well sister-in-laws) would have to sternly tell the older boys to play fair with the younger boys.

Of course, most of the boys were understanding and tried their best to involve the younger ones.

It was well known in the quite big, and growing Altherr family, that the only grandchildren as of now, were all boys, except one, there was Natalie, Daphne’s niece.

Who was Daphne’s older brother, Giovanni, and his wife, Eloise’s daughter. And of course she was spoiled endlessly by her father, as well by some of her uncles and aunts. Though.. It was clear that Natalie felt left out when playing with the boys, though Daphne and her sisters never let the girl feel left out when she was around. They’d play tea parties, and whichever things Natalie wanted to do, though Natalie had her cousins, she’d seem to wish she had another female cousin to have around to play with, rather than the boys.

“Everyone! Come gather and get your food whilst it’s hot–and while you can!” Daphne’s mother, Yvonne, had announced.

“Mat, could you grab the boys from outside?” Yvonne would ask him with a smile.

“Of course I can.” Matthias nodded, taking off the apron he was wearing and hanging it up on one of the hooks in the kitchen, before making his way out of the kitchen and going through the back door leading to the backyard.

As the kitchen window cracked just a smidge, they could hear Matthias saying “Boys! Time for dinner, come inside–” before he could say anything else, the oldest boys ran past their uncle.

The oldest three being 12, 13, and 14 years old. And the youngest two being 4 years old and 5 years old (whilst the others being somewhere around that; 10 years old, 8 years old, 7 years old and younger than that). “--and wash up before you touch any of the food.” Matthias finished his sentence as he walked back into the house, and immediately used his frame to block the food from the boys’ grabby hands, “Kitchen sink. All of you. Now, please.” he pointed to the kitchen sink.

The two oldest boys groaned, “You’re starting to sound just like Gram!” one of the boys, a dark curly haired boy, Armel, aged 12, remarked, Yvonne raised her brow at her grandson’s comment, a hand on her hip.

“Is that so? I haven’t noticed, but I guess someone has to step in for her every once in a while.” Matthias said with a grin, Camenzind, a lanky and tall, brunet boy, who was Armel’s older brother (aged 14), gave him a look.

“Yeah. Have some respect, Armel. Gram does a lot for everyone.” He nudged him. It was Armel’s turn, furrowing his brows, looking at his brother. “Since when are you talking about that?” He said in response, Camenzind only put his finger up to his lips telling him to keep quiet about it. Armel rolled his eyes at this.

Eventually all the boys had washed their hands, and as there was an order, youngest to oldest. The children had gone first, much to their delight. Of course, their mothers had helped them with getting their food on their plate; that being the youngest ones, as they couldn’t reach the island counter in front of them. The older boys had it handled by themselves, and if needed, they did help out their other youngest siblings.

[Timeskip]

Date: December 8th, 1980.

Time: 8:15 P.M.

Hours after the dinner party at the Laiche home, and long after most of the family had gone home, Daphne Laiche had gone into labor. Earlier than expected. Thankfully, Ileana Laiche and Yvonne Altherr had stayed behind even before knowing this situation was going to happen. They had helped out Matthias clean the kitchen, and both putting away leftovers.. as well taking some to bring back home.

Daphne had been complaining about the baby being rowdy, and Matthias was advised both by his mother, and mother-in-law to sit down and stay by Daphne’s side. He was grateful that they did, as he had been rubbing Daphne’s shoulders trying to distract her as she tried to drink some herbal tea.

It wasn’t long until Daphne had managed to get herself up from the sofa, despite Matthias’ multiple attempts to get her to sit back down. Though Daphne was stubborn, up until the very point she felt something was very wrong. And plopped herself back down onto the sofa, wide-eyed. Tallulah, Daphne’s youngest sister, had taken notice of the change of her older sister’s expression. “Daph, is everything alright?” She had asked her, immediately handing her barely a month old son, to her husband, Remus. Who was alarmed, but prepared to take him from her, as he set down his cup of tea.

Matthias was also concerned, and leaned over to look at his wife’s face. Her expression was shock, as if she saw a ghost almost (though that being the norm in the wizarding world). Matthias gently grabbed hold of Daphne’s hand, “Daphne. Love? Everything alright?” he shook her hand a bit, trying to snap her out of whatever trance she was put into. Daphne had let out a gasp, as if she was holding her breath for a while. Before uttering the words,

“Baby. Right now.”

Matthias furrowed his brows, his face reading confused.. yet also worried. “What do you—“ before he could ask her what she was trying to say, Daphne blurted out “I think the baby’s early!”

Her mother, and mother-in-law’s eyes both were almost bugging out of their heads at this. Both women went different directions in the kitchen. Though knowing exactly what to do. Ileana went to the cupboards and grabbed a bowl to fill with water from the kitchen sink, whilst Yvonne went into the powder room (half-bath) to grab a washcloth from where she saw on the shelf.

Matthias’ mouth hung open. Now it was his turn to leap up, not wasting any moment to bring Daphne up to her feet, having her lean on him as he carefully but quickly brought her to the master bedroom.

The good news was they didn’t have to worry about owling a doctor—just yet, as Matthias’ mother had experience from working at St. Mungo’s Hospital for so many years, and had stepped in as a midwife throughout her time being there. As well her and Yvonne having their own experiences as.. well, they were once in Daphne’s and the other women in their families, shoes.

[Timeskip, 6 hours later]

Date: December 9th, 1980.

Time: 1:11 A.M.

Matthias was there holding Daphne’s hand the whole time. He didn’t leave her side, not even once. He let Daphne squeeze onto his hand so much.. that yes, his hand did hurt from how much she was squeezing onto it, but he didn’t care. He knew how much pain she was in. This was their fifth child after all. The two thought they were done with four children, but it seemed like there was only one more.

After a rather long while, they heard the relieving sound of their bundle of joy, crying, as they were brought into their world… quite early. “December 9th. 1:11 A.M., a new addition to both the Altherr and Laiche family.” Ileana had spoken with a bright smile on her face, as she handed off the newborn baby to Yvonne, who carefully took the baby and wrapped the baby snugly into a towel for now, and placed them into Daphne’s arms. “Hello little one..” Daphne had spoken softly, the baby then calming down as the baby heard their mother’s voice. Matthias was smiling ear-to-ear, sitting in a chair beside the bed next to Daphne and the baby. Matthias’ attention was cut short as there were voices from the other side of the wall. “Ah.. that must be the lot of them.” Matthias said, trying to recognize the voices. It had to be family friends of theirs, he had owled them only before they found out about Daphne going into labor, however, as he invited them beforehand for their dinner party, which they had attended, however Matthias had owled them again in regards to the situation.

“Let me go greet them real quick, alright? It would be rude not to. I promise I’ll be back soon, don’t you worry.” Before Matthias got up, he carefully leaned forward and kissed his wife on her forehead. Daphne nodded understanding that their friends were here, and Matthias would most definitely want to welcome them, as well announce to them the great news.

“Don’t be too long, darling.” Daphne told him, smiling as he left a kiss on her forehead.

“I won’t, I promise it won’t take long!” Matthias reassured her as he opened the door, revealing Tallulah sitting on the bench in the hallway there.

“Oh! Tala. I didn’t know you were waiting out here.” Matthias was surprised to see her there, “She can come in now. It’s alright Mat.” Daphne said as she heard him talking to her, he nodded in her direction, before stepping out of the way and letting Tallulah pass by him, before slowly shutting the door behind him.

Tallulah had taken Matthias’ original spot, sitting in the chair that was set up beside the bed. “How are you feeling Daph?” She gently brushed some of the brunette’s hair, on the woman’s forehead to the side, “Never been better, Tals.” Daphne had joked with a soft laugh, though wincing for a moment from the pain in her ribs, “Urf—shouldn’t have done that.” the other woman beside her shook her head at her sister’s words, “Best be careful. I’m still recovering after little Dakota, so I know.” Tallulah lightly teased, “Ha-ha. That is true. You should be resting too, dear sister.” Daphne said with a weak smirk, Tallulah got a glimpse of the newborn baby, before saying the baby had been handed back off to their mother so the baby could get cleaned up.

Yvonne cautiously took hold of the baby, before making a beeline to the master bathroom, where Ileana was waiting as she had one of the sinks’ faucets running at perfect temperature for the baby, not too cold, nor too hot.

“Let us see you better, little one.. get you all cleaned up and ready to be back into your mother’s arms.” Yvonne spoke to her new grandchild in her arms. Ileana helped the other woman.

As Tallulah and Daphne were talking to each other, a few moments went by, the faucet from the bathroom stopped, assuming that they were done cleaning up the baby. But then shortly after, there was a gasp from both older women in the bathroom. “Mum? Ileana?”

Tallulah got up from the chair she was sitting in, wondering what was going on in the other room.

“Everything alright there? Is there something wrong?” Daphne was about to sit up, concern washed over her, was there something wrong—was the baby not well? Tallulah put her hand out to stop her sister from getting up.

Yvonne was the first to walk out of the bathroom, speechless, as the other older woman behind her followed suit with the baby in her arms. They were able to get a better look at the baby, whom had fair skin like their mother, and it seemed that the baby had very light blonde hair like their father, a trait most of their boys had gotten from him—though as of now, Matthias’ hair was turning more into a silvery-blond.

After a while of silence, both older women exchanged a look, and started smiling ear-to-ear, Daphne and Tallulah noticed there was tears in their eyes, however—that could be due to the reason of having a new grandchild in the family. “The baby is completely fine, a completely healthy little baby,” Ileana was the first to speak after seconds of silence, both Daphne and Tallulah sighed out of relief. Though their own mother’s next choice of words made them more anxious.

“But.. there is something neither of us. Nor anyone in this very room, or the other room is expecting whatsoever.” Yvonne simply states, leaving it at that for Ileana to continue off. Gradually Ileana made her way over to the bed, handing the newborn back into Daphne’s arms.

“But.. what?! What is it?” Daphne had worry etched all over her face once again, “Say hello… to your new..” Ileana paused before continuing, a great big smile on her face.

“Baby girl!”

The older woman proclaimed.

Both young women in the room were stunned at her words, eyes going completely wide like saucers, jaws dropped open.

Daphne was the first to start crying, “You’re joking with me right? Tell me you’re kidding!”

“She’s not Daphne.. I saw— with my very own eyes. It’s a girl. What a miracle it is too! Not that I don’t mind having many grandsons, and I’d never want them to feel left out, but.. it’s so wonderful to finally have another granddaughter! Perfect timing as well!” Yvonne excitedly rambled. Daphne’s bottom lip quivered, as she stared at the baby in her arms, before peppering the baby—girl’s face with kisses. “Oh, yes, what a miracle indeed..our own baby girl..” Daphne started to cry happy tears.

“Oh, my dear, how wonderful it is! Congratulations once again, to both you and Matthias.” Ileana knelt down beside her, giving her daughter-in-law a gentle side-hug. The brunette woman reached forward and returned the hug.

“We should leave you two be now, I’m sure Matthias is anxiously waiting to come back in the room to be with you both.” Yvonne spoke up, going around the other side of the bed where Tallulah had been sitting and giving Daphne a hug as well, before wrapping an arm around Tallulah’s shoulders and leading the other young woman out, as Ileana shortly followed behind them, giving Daphne a quick smile as she left the room and closed the door behind her.

Matthias Laiche was in the kitchen waiting, as he greeted his friends.

“Everett! Great to see you.” Matthias had gone up to him and gave him a brotherly hug, patting him on the back.

The other tall dark brunette man, smiled at his best friend.

“Matt. Wonderful to see you as always. So, how’s Daph?” He stepped back, arms folded across his chest.

“She’s surely well now. Neither of us were expecting the little one to arrive so soon.” Matthias said in response, chuckling.

“You were hoping for them to arrive in January, weren’t you?” Everett said with a knowing look towards his friend. Suddenly there was another voice that spoke, “It would’ve been a nice surprise if the baby was born on your birthday, eh?” Everett’s cousin, and one of Matthias’ other best friends, Jarrett appeared behind the other man.

Matthias was surprised to see him, but nodded at his words “That would be true. I would have liked that. But, I didn’t mind that the baby was born early.” He told them, before continuing “Though..I’m most definitely sure that Daphne is relieved that it was now.” Just as Matthias was catching up with his closest friends, Yvonne and Tallulah had entered the kitchen, after coming out from the hallway to the Master bedroom.

Following behind them was Ileana, “How is she?” Matthias was the first to ask Yvonne and Ileana, “She seems to be doing very well. Though I’m sure she wants to rest right now.” Ileana points out, “I’m sure she’s also hungry. Having a baby does that to you.” As she grabbed the leftovers from the fridge, mostly the snack plates and started making a small plate for Daphne.

“Oh, Mum—“ right as Matthias was going to interject, Ileana interrupted, “Sorry dear, but yes, I know, Daphne’s favorites are the strawberries, cheese and crackers. I got that.” She reassured him with a soft smile, “You seem to know her well now Ileana.” Yvonne pointed out with a smile, grateful that her friend was already ahead of her, and she was happy about getting close to her daughter, Daphne.

Matthias then spoke up “Indeed. I didn’t think you would have remembered those being Daphne’s favorite snacks.” He chuckled, watching his mother neatly set up a plate for his wife.

“You don’t have to do that…you know Daphne wouldn’t mind however it looked.” He pointed out to his mother, who in response gave him a look.

“Yes, that is true… but she deserves something nice. After all of that.” Ileana told him, before picking up the tray, “I’ll go give this to her—“ Just as Ileana was about to go, Matthias had stopped his mother.

“No, no.. don’t worry about it. I can take that to her, don’t worry.” He offered to her with a smile, his mother gave him a look that read ‘Oh, really?’.

Before she spoke up, “That is very sweet Mat, but I think I can handle this.” She told him.

“Mum, please.. you and everyone else did enough today. May I do this for you?” Matthias reassured her, eventually the woman gave the tray over.

“Alright. Thank you, Mat.” She gave a sigh, smiling at her son. “I’ll at least bring her a cup of tea. How does that sound?”

“I’m sure she’ll surely love that, and appreciate it, Mum.” He’d agree with her, and didn’t argue with his mother.

As his mother was getting the tea, Matthias had made his way back down the hallway, entering the room. Matthias set down the tray on the nightstand beside Daphne’s side, before sitting down in the chair beside the bed.

The brunette woman looked up at him, “Mat, you don’t have to sit there. Don’t worry, you can be beside me.” Daphne patted the side beside her, Matthias was hesitant, looking down at the baby in her arms.. the baby so small, so fragile..

Daphne noticed the hesitation. “Darling, it’s alright..” she placed a hand on top of his.

The man gently grabbed her hand in response, though looked worried.

“Here. How about you hold her.. maybe you’ll feel better.” Daphne softly spoke to him, a small smile playing along the side of her lip.

The man nodded, not noticing the word, until he repeated it himself “Oh.. right…I suppose I could hold her—“ his eyebrows furrowed together, before coming to the conclusion of what he had just said. Eyes widening at this, jaw going open, “Her? Daph—did.. you just say her?!” He was in disbelief, Daphne started laughing as he finally realized and said it out loud.

“Merlin’s beard—Daphne! Daphne, please tell me you’re joking with me!” He gazed into the woman’s eyes, there wasn’t a slight faint of that familiar mischievous look in her eyes. He saw it was genuine.

It was real. They truly had a girl.

Their own baby girl.

Matthias ran his fingers through his hair, eyes still wide, as tears started to prick at his eyes. “I can’t believe it! I have to tell everyone, real quick! Oh my goodness, we have a girl!” Right before he left, he gave his wife a kiss on the lips, as well as giving their newborn baby girl a few delicate kisses on her rosy cheeks.

“I’ll be right back!”

He shouted before he ran out the door, Daphne continued to laugh at this.

His shoes slid across the kitchen floor, he immediately stopped himself. The people in the room gave him a look, the man was grinning ear-to-ear. “Matthias? Everything alright?” One of his other best friends, Sebastian Ramseier, was the first to speak up.

Matthias had to find the right words, before blurting out “The baby! It—she’s a girl!” He exclaimed, the others, unaware of the baby’s gender besides, Yvonne, Ileana and Tallulah. Most of their eyes had widened at the news.

“Wow! A girl! That’s absolutely brilliant! It was about time that your family had a girl. Congratulations to you two!” Jarrett was the first to congratulate them, along with Jarrett’s wife, Adaeline.

Along came Sebastian’s congratulations to him, then Paisley, Sebastian’s wife.

Everett, who was standing there in complete shock, came up and hugged Matthias. “Looks like your wish came true, about having a girl, mate.” He whispered to the man, who in response laughed at this. As the pair stepped back from their hug, “Yes, it seems it has. However, it seems like instead of a godson, you got a goddaughter.” Matthias started with a smile, hinting towards them wanting him to be the baby’s godfather, now it was Everett’s turn to start tearing up.

“Matthias. Are you asking me to be the baby’s godfather? You… you’re asking me? Me—of all people?” Everett spoke with shakiness in his voice, having trouble to get the words out.

“Of course we’re asking you. We discussed it for months. Everyone else agreed as well.” A voice was behind them, the two men turned around, there was Daphne standing in the doorway of the kitchen, and said bundle of joy held carefully in her arms.

Her mother was shocked to see her up and out of bed already, and spoke up immediately.

“Daphne—shouldn’t you be resting-“

“Mother, I’m alright.” The brunette woman explained to her mother.

“If she’s fine, she’ll be fine, Yvonne. Besides, it’ll be good for her to be walking around..” Ileana reassured the woman beside her.

Matthias however, went to his wife’s side, his arm behind her, just in case. Though Daphne didn’t say anything about it.

“As I was saying.. we’d love for you to be her godfather—“ just as Daphne was going to continue, Matthias sheepishly interrupted her.

“So sorry for interrupting, darling. We can’t just continue to call her baby. She needs a name.” He told her.

“Oh—you’re right! I’m so sorry..” Daphne put her hand against her forehead, how could she have forgotten? Before looking down at the baby. “Well.. what should we name her?” And then glanced up at her husband.

The rest of their family and friends stood around, waiting patiently for the name.

The man pursed his lips, “What was that name you suggested before?” He whispered into her ear.

“Mat, it’s been so long since we discussed names.. I hardly remember.” She laughed, before trying to think of something.

Then, the name struck her. “Was.. this the name you were talking about?” She whispered back to him, as well as whispering said name, the man beside her nodded with a smile.

“That was the one.” He said out loud, “What was the one? What is it?” Matthias’ younger brother, Ramiro, was curious now.

The couple looked at eachother, “The name we chose.. was Marcenia.” Matthias started, before Daphne continued “Marcenia Ilene Laiche.” She stated, glancing over at Ileana. Who was surprised by the middle name.

“Marcenia, what a beautiful name.” Yvonne exclaimed with a sigh of happiness, “And I see you took my advice of naming her after Ileana.”

Ileana then looked at Yvonne, the same surprise written all over her face. “You..you told them to do that?”

“Well yes, of course I did.” The woman smiled, “You didn’t want them naming her after you?”

Yvonne shook her head, “There’ll always be another time. It’s not everyday that another baby girl is born in either of our families.”

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Blood Is Thicker Than Water

read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/56156038 by UnusualMagpie "..You said your lineage hasn’t passed on? It’s only the men that get the gift in your family?” It seemed like Reggie already knew the answer, like he was toying with him. “Yes.. th-that’s right. The line will die with me, we’ve only been blessed with daughters, unfortunate events that…” Her father was as bad a liar as he was a gambler. “Right.. and you merely left London all those years ago because the other warlock families were too, hm?” She could hear that sinister smile grow larger on Tom’s face. But, wait, she had always been told that- “Well, we had a lovely chat with your two eldest daughters, and they said that it was their youngest sister to blame! Funny that, you leaving after your third’s birth? Like you knew something about her?” Reggie seemed almost gleeful when he asked that question. Penelope became rigid. Her heart felt like it could explode from her chest. ------------ Or, Penelope Featherington overhears something she absolutely shouldn't have, but it saves her life. Though, spending an extended time hiding away in Aubrey Hall, with all of the Bridgertons, doesn't seem that bad in retrospect, especially with Colin Bridgerton so near. Words: 2814, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Bridgerton (TV), Bridgerton Series - Julia Quinn Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/M Characters: Penelope Featherington, Colin Bridgerton, Eloise Bridgerton, Anthony Bridgerton, Kate Sheffield | Kate Sharma, Benedict Bridgerton, Daphne Bridgerton, Simon Basset, Sophie Beckett, Portia Featherington, Violet Bridgerton, Agatha Danbury, Archibald Featherington, Tom (Bridgerton), Reggie (Bridgerton) Relationships: Colin Bridgerton/Penelope Featherington, Eloise Bridgerton & Penelope Featherington, Anthony Bridgerton/Kate Sheffield | Kate Sharma, Simon Basset/Daphne Bridgerton, Sophie Beckett/Benedict Bridgerton Additional Tags: archibald is there, If You Squint - Freeform, Archibald Does Not live, Archibald Redemption, kind of, Alternate Universe - Vampire, Alternate Universe - Magic, Tags Contain Spoilers, The Bridgertons are vampires, The Featheringtons are Warlocks/Witches, well one of them is, Angst, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Polin HEA, No Marina Thompson, sorry - Freeform, Tom and Reggie showed up in two scenes in Bridgerton S1, They're Main Antagonists here, No Lady Whistledown (Bridgerton) read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/56156038

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Fin mars début avril 2015, depuis un an après que ma mère Liliane Kirberg ait quitté notre domicile sans explication pour s’installer chez sa sœur Marianne Kirberg bien que j’ai fait tout mon possible pour essayer de la faire revenir. Après une tentative de conciliation avec les Voisin du 65 rue Jules Maltaux 6240 Farciennes respectivement Michael Mangeot et Concetta de Rosa suggéré par ma mère, ils ont commencé à frappé à la masse dans le mur mitoyen de l’endroit ou je dormais. Il m’avait juré devant témoin de faire tout ce qui était de son possible pour me faire déménager, même personne qui en 2013 m’avait menacé de mort et envers laquelle j’ai déposer une plainte à la Police Communale de Farciennes qui n’a eu aucune suite. J’ai d’abord cru l’action de mon chat Lupo mes quand sa à continuer toute les deux trois heures et que j’ai constaté que je me réveillais en sursaut et au vue de l’intensité des frappes j’ai très vite compris. J’ai tout essayé pour m’y soustraire, mais le mure était mitoyen et la maison ne m’appartenais pas. J’ai essayé de contenir les bruits en premier en isolant le plancher avec de la fibre de papier et dur Gyproc mais il avait accès par une ruelle donnant de leur cours sur la rue au à l’espace mural juste sous ma chambre et mon lit. Après je pense deux trois mois désespéré, j’ai essayé de dormir ou je pouvais. Je pense avoir essayé l’ancienne chambre de ma sœur au fond de la maison, mais ils s’organisaient en me voyant par la fenêtre grâce à la merveilleuse architecture des lieux qui permet par une coure central seulement séparée par un simple muret de tout voir et de tout savoir. Ces personnes étant toute deux au chômages et épaulée par le voisinage au moment du début des fait. Avec Monsieur Morrea Enzo il s’organisait pour choisir des périodes de vacances pour qu’il aie toujours quelqu’un et ne me donner aucun répits. Comme un animal traqué. Ma mère Liliane Kirberg était au courant et complice de ses agissements je lui envoyais des lettre régulièrement par désarrois et essayant d’arranger les chose et que ça s’arrête. J’ai tout essayé. En plus à cette période j’étais en dépression, ils en ont abusé. Ma sœur recevait également pour chaque lettre envoyée une copie simultanément du courrier régulièrement je sais qu’il s’organisait elle son mari Gilles Squéllard avec ma mère j’étais devenu ennemis, l’étranger qui souhaitait simplement s’épanouir et rencontrer le bonheur et le partager autour de moi. Vraisemblablement il n’était pas heureux pour moi. N’avait ils pas assez confiance aux leurs ? Il ont tout fait comme colporter des calomnies comme quoi je serais si, ou cela que je serais gravement malade un Schyzo. antisocial ou dieu sait quoi d’autre… Alors que j’étais simplement en dépression et en quête d’épanouissement personnel et affectif, sensible capable de remise en question et simplement différent d’eux. J’ai pourtant essayer de partager de communiquer mais rien n’y fît . Il est plus confortable de s’assoir sur des certitudes plutôt que d’essayer de se réjouir peut-être ? Après presque 18 mois de ce traitement, n’en pouvant plus et ne voyant aucun échappatoire, ne disposant des moyens nécessaire pour déménager et aussi par espoir de résolution par le meilleur j’a décidé d’aller à l’hôpital surtout pour pouvoir me reposer et qui sait sur le moment j’ai cru, me réorganiser. Ayant informer par écrit ma mère donc man sœur et son mari du fait que j’étais guéri de ma dépression. Je suppose par résilience au vu de la situation. Le 24 septembre 2016 j’ai décidé par l’usure accompagner de ma mère de me rendre au centre de détention Vincent Van Gogh à Marchienne-au-Pont, je dit centre de détention car tout avait été organisé dés le premier jour ou l’on m'a gavé de médicaments. Alors que je pensais pouvoir me reposer dans un contexte de liberté j’ai vite compris que c’était la prison d’ou peut-être je ne re-sortirais jamais. Un peu avant au fête de Wallonie à Namur après m'être retrouvé dans une chambre avec des hommes qui venaient respectivement d’Allemagne, France et Espagne d’un quarantaines d’années dans une Auberge de jeunesse alors qu’elle était vide. Dernière tentative de repos j’ai aussi été réveillé toute les heures içi, comme dans un hôtel à Molenbeek Saint-jean un ou deux mois avant. On m’avait averti que Concetta De Rosa certainement appuyée de son mari et de ma famille avait débuté leur campagne de diffamation calomnieuse toxique. Je dis toxique car elle avait déjà entraîné des personnes dans leur sillage psychologiquement dévastateur. Je pense a Alain Mbobabotta transsexuelle qui me harcelait parce que je ne voulais pas devenir gay et céder à ses avances perverses qui y a aussi contribué en rejoignant la ligue. Je lui avait dit qu’il était un pervers narcissique (affectif) ce qui était vrai vraisemblablement. J’ai donc profiter de ma présence à Namur pour tenter une nouvelle fois de déposer plainte, chose qui m’avait été refusée à plusieurs reprise une nuit d’hiver 2015-2016 ou je m’étais rendu à la Police de Châtelet car l’inspecteur Lebrun de la police de Farciennes s’obstinait à ne pas apporter de cr��dit au faits sous prétexte qu’il s’agissait de conflits de voisinages lors d’une dernière tentative de port de plainte et une audition en réponse à une autre ou j’aurais moi isoler célibataire menacer un personne de 120 Kilo de deux mettre de, je cite, égorgement. Ce qui les avait pas pour autant arrêter de me priver de sommeil. Ce qui deviendrait un sport national évoluer dans la suite des évènements. A Namur il on une nouvelle fois refuser me demandant quel film j’avais regardé (il aurait pu dire qu’elle livre j’avais lu) et ayant fait certaines insinuations qui m’ont laisser penser qu’ils avaient consulté le site de diffamation, le groupe de persécution sur Facebook. Un inspecteur sélectionné pour son empathie c’est exprimé ainsi, si je devais arrêter les gens parce qu’il sont Barakies… Dans des excès de colère manuscrite jamais exprimé des propos proche traitant mes voisins d’homme de Cro-Magnon et barakies pour leur facultés à la massue de ceux émis par le policier ce jour là pour fermer les yeux vraisemblablement sympathisant. Il faut dire qu’en août 2013 alors que l’on m’avait menacé de mort par tir de carabine et écrasement, j’avais dû vivement insisté pour que l’inspecteur Lebrun accepte qu’un de ses inspecteur prenne la déposition ma mère justement c’étant entretenu longuement juste avant. Le 24 septembre 2016 je me suis effondrer sous Seroquel alors que j’avais préciser des allergies à mon entrée au centre Vincent Van Gogh d’ex-union Soviétique quand on connaît les avancées dans le domaine il s’agit vraiment d’un Asile de cette époque, relooker pour le public ou des apprentis sorciers pratiquent la psychiatrie avec une équipe de soigneurs gardiens de prison dépressive et sociopathe. Néanmoins malgré la dose je me suis encore réveillé toute les deux heures, assoiffé, faible doté d’une énorme envie de manger. Le processus toxique haineux avait déjà fait sont travail, il faut dire que je ne sais pas précisément à partir de quand il avait débuté dés peut-être les premières frappes oui car des personnes lâches comme cela n’auraient jamais agit sans aide et seule sans aucun honneur. Moi qui un jour avait sauté par dessus leur cour pour sauver un chaton qui se faisait dévorer par Zelda leur American Staff qu’ils ont laisser tourner en rond décharner jusqu’à ce qu’il meurt de manque de soin et d’attention je cite ces chien la ne peuvent pas sortir sans muselière. J’avais essayé un jour que la SPA lui vienne en aide mais je l’ai ai vu boire du champagne à coté du chien qui ne quittait que exceptionnellement sa chaine. Peut-être depuis 2013 pour s’être amplifiée après, peut-être avant, mais je sais que régulièrement les trois compères ma sœur Olivia Guyaux, Gilles Squellard et ma mère Liliane Kirberg me tiraient déjà vers le bas en discutant dans mon dos de mes défauts, qualités qui ne les arrangeaient pas et notamment, principalement, m’inventant de nouvelles suggestions pathologiques à chacune de leur rencontre pour justifier peut-être leur immobilisme concernant leur propre santé mentale. D’ancien épileptique, ayant une dépression j’étais devenu parfois Bi-polaire, maniaco-dépressif, alors qu’un psychiatre m’ayant consulter régulièrement chaque mois pendant un an m’avait juste suggérer l’hyper-actif et prescrit (ce à quoi j’émettais quelque réserve) du Rilatine. Sans parler des nombreuse analyses et électroencéphalogrammes que j’ai vécu dans mon enfance. Moi étant en thérapie depuis toujours eux n’en n’ayant connu aucune. Peut-être les velléités d’un enfant capricieux et jaloux en action, qui confondait étude de psychologie et doctorat en psychiatrie sans expérience. Ce n’est pas pour rien que les psychiatre doivent normalement être suivi et avoir fait une psychanalyse préalable. Les diagnostics ne doivent pas être pris à la légère par des personnes immatures affectivement car ils sont parfois forts proches, d’autant plus que dans la majeur partie des cas les médicaments sont un réel danger pour la santé du patient bien plus que sa démence ou ses comportements inhabituelles. Ce qui avait été le cas pour Mr André De Nayer mon thérapeute de l’époque qui dans le futur aurait étrangement accepter s’être trompé entre Rilatine et Seroquel pendant plus d’un an en changent d’avis et ne m’aidant aucunement lors de ma détention organisée dans un centre de santé mental de Belgique. Je n’avais hormis un désaccords passager écrit sur ces théories, émis aucune critique majeur sur nos échanges. A la base je suis une personne plutôt nature. L’amphétamine qu’est la Rilatine ne me rassurait pas. Après expérience je sais qu’il est majoritairement question d’environnement adapté et de reconnaissance, de moyens d’apprentissages différents dont il est question dans la majeur partie des cas pour prendre en compte et vivre avec cette particularité. Comme bien d’autre… Le simple fait d’être sensibilisé à la différence peut souvent être guérison. Les personnes réagissent en fonction de l’autre comme il est et non plus comme ils voudraient qu’il soit et s’adaptent mutuellement. Ce qui est, ces évènements le confirmant le plus grands défi après l’acceptation de soi et du surmoi. A l’asile Van Gogh tout le monde me connaissait déjà, il a été facile pour le stagiaire psychiatre de manipuler l’opinion certaine axions et d’adapter son diagnostique en fonction des situations crées animées par la toxicité de la calomnie et aussi de quelque dirais-je prédisposition personnelle comme peut-être le narcissisme et la psychopathie. Qui peut-être sont une des raisons de ce choix de cette profession et qui serait peut-être elle même entraînée par une désensibilisation par le traumatisme, ou de simples prédispositions. Quoi qu’il en soit je peux affirmer que l’équipe athlétique de L’asile du pavillon 3 Van Gogh à contribué à ma détention organisée, à mon intoxication, à différent abus de pouvoir, à la mise en danger de ma santé ainsi que celle de ma vie en engendrant reproduisant des comportements nuisibles à mon intégrité générale. Le Docteur assistant en Psychiatrie Pauline Hineckens à procédé ainsi sur base de calomnie et surement d’un accès aux centaines de lettre que j’avais écrites et propagées sur le web, appuyée par un comportement xénophobique et ostracique. Après quelques jours ou ma voisin X de chambrée avait eu pour mission de continuer les frappes surement rétribuées ou animées simplement par la haine, et ou j’avais comment dire reçu mon premier blâme organisé. Oui un patient avait écrit sur mes papiers une phrase laissant penser au suicide. J’avais avertis le psychiatre ce qui m’est retombé dessus commençant à élaborer le jugement selon lequel je serais parano et psychotique, ce qui déjà à l’époque étrangement aurait arrangé beaucoup de gens. Lui avait commencé par me donner des médicaments pour la bipolarité en total inadéquation avec ce que j’avais expliqué et mon historique minime de traitement. Me voilà avec un classique de la bipolarité dans les veines complètement lobotomisé. j’étais mal. A aucun moment on est reparti de base neutre c’est à dire sans médicament par certitude. Non il en fallait un absolument étrangement. Peut-être parce que sans médicament les patient ne peuvent rester au pavillon 3 et être privé de liberté surement encore un vide juridique. Ce qui m’aurait laissé une chance, des chances de m’en sortir et de prouver mon innocence et surtout l’intoxication médicamenteuse inutile que l’on m’avait imposé et que l’on m’imposerait pendant deux ans et quarante jours encore. Tout d’abord profitant d’un plainte de ma part et les évènements relatés avec Jimmy, elle, Pauline Hinneckens en à profiter pour changer le traitement et m’administrer obligatoirement du Seroquel comme par hasard incompatible avec mes allergies elle à dans la foulée repoussé une première fois ma sortie par ce prétexte. De je penses 10 jours je suis passé à 20 comme une lettre à la poste. Déjà faisant tout ce qui était en mon pouvoir pour sortir malgré la peur. Ma mère était toujours bien présente savourant chaque instant, chacunes de mes défaites, chacunes de mes dégénérescences musculaires, chacunes de mes décadences. Elle triomphait par le regard sont statut de personne généreuse malgré ses prétendues maltraitances. Devant la personne qui avait tout fait pour le mieux et qui avait essayé simplement de le partager avec elle, j’étais devenu sa chose, son malade sont handicapé, son inférieur, sa vengeance, la personne que j’aurais toujours du rester. J’espérais qu’elle ne donne pas d’ordre pour me tuer, n’étant plus personne pour elle, et n’ayant plus de ressources devenu sous sa total dépendance. Elle se délectait lorsque je la suppliais, elle savourait sa domination que ces relations Farciennoises lui avait fournies. Moi qui avait tout fait pour eux du mieux que je pouvais. Après les dix jours je ne sais pour quel motif, je suis passé à 2O sans trop d'empressement pour sortir certainement la peur au vendre et terrorisé aussi en ayant conservé ma sincérité mais devant les monstres il n’il y lieu de franchise, il y simplement le courage de s’en sortir à adopter par touts les moyens, ce qui n’arrangeait rien au préjugé, le stratagème, le subterfuge oeuvrant. J’ai le médicament et les symptôme tout le monde me persécutant réellement. Qu’elle personne équilibrée n’aurait pas été terrorisée. Ce qui a été le jeux favori pendant les 5 mois que j’ai passé là. Enfin un soupçon de symptôme ce qui était suffisant pour me garder et continuer. Avec le même principe je suis passé à 40 jours, je ne sais même plus pourquoi. Entre temps ou après j’ai fait l’abominable erreur de parler ouvertement à ce démon, cette psychopathe irresponsable et cruel. Je lui ai avoué ce qu’il c’était passé le stratagème, les voisins, ma famille et surtout ma mère. Sans en avoir changer la tournure. Toute mes pensées, malgré les médicaments et la peur demeurants structurées. Je pense qu’elle à du sourire du coin des lèvres infîmement victorieuse pour ensuite marquer aussi sa suprématie, réalisant quel disposait de tout ce qu’il lui fallait, de tout ce qu’il leurs fallait. Le terreau de la psychose qu’elle finirait par me faire porter pendant 24 mois et 4O jours et après... Faire correspondre les symptômes avec les médicaments prescrit, œuvrer dans ce sens et parfois aggraver les choses par les apparences. C’est ce que cette communauté de personne nourrie par la haine et excusée par la toxine de la calomnie ce sont efforcée de faire miraculeusement bien renseignée, par sans aucun doute quelqu’un, quelque chose qui connaissait son sujet tout au long de mes tortures, des déambulations de mon espérance portée par le désir inaltérable de vivre. Comme lors de ma prescription de Risperdal qui ma fait souffrir d’une manière inimaginable les muscles atrophiés, raidis, chaque mouvement étant d’une peine qui empêchait le sommeil. Pour enfin saint-grâle être obligé de me faire prendre de l'Akkineton censé ôté ses symptômes mais qui m’a plongé dans un état de trans hallucinatoire pendant 1 jours m’a t‘on dis. Pendant ce temps la communauté de malade réel, soudoyée et arrosée de propos nocifs oeuvrait toujours à empêcher mon sommeil réparateur. Ce qui maintient dans un état de peur, ce qui est une torture élémentaire dans le milieu militaire. Accessoirement il me passait devant ma porte particulièrement pour que même la journée je n’y accède pas. Il faisait tout sorte de bruit pour que je ne puisse pas m’en plaindre parce qu’il savait et que je savais que cela alimenterait le jugement et aggraverait mon diagnostique. Ça allait de toutes sorte de pas bien marqués au traditionnelles frappes dans le mur de ma chambre. Parfois ils ouvraient ma porte la nuit, entraient dans ma chambre le jour, peut-être fouillaient-ils les portes restaient constamment ouvertes. Il y aurait pu venir m’étouffer dans mon sommeil, prétendre à un accident, les surveillants de nuit dormaient fermant les yeux la plupart du temps quand il ne participait pas. Ils se sont néanmoins contenter d’utiliser touts les moyens pour enfumer ma chambre en déposant des cigarettes dans l’entre porte, qui sait aussi des journaux. Ils allaient même jusqu’à sortir pour faire brûler des pièces de 5 cent de bronze ou faisaient passer la fumée par les conduit de chauffage. En parlant de chauffage il s’amusait à faire monter le leur au maximum pour que les tuyaux dégagent une odeur irritante connaissant mes allergies et la présence de ma rhinite pulmonaire. Ce qui a conduit à ce que j’essai de m’en prémunir en tentant d’isoler la porte avec des chaussette et la bloquer avec la barre de ma penderie. Il se sont adapter et un jours je me suis réveiller par miracle c’est l’impressions que j’ai eu, il n’y avait plus d’air, la fenêtre était fermée impossible de l’ouvrir, je suis sortit le plus vite que j’ai pu pour respirer, il était temps, j’avais failli mourir asphyxié. Je sais pas ce qui c’était produit mais les nuits, il y avait des bruits insolites de sacs trainés, de bains remplis de je ne sais quoi et puis toujours dans ma chambre une étrange odeur de soupe, c’était il organisé pour dévier un conduit d’évacuation des vapeurs de cuisine ou avait-il introduit du Co2 ? Quoi qu’il en soit lorsqu’ils m’ont tous vu sortir , j’ai lu sur leurs visages l’étonnement le plus grand, malgré ma modération et ma contenance obligatoire d’expérience qu’il m’avait inculquée par leur organisation journalière, pendant que moi intérieurement je croyais au miracle. Le jour qui avait précédé ils avaient marqués plus d'hostilités lors du repas de, leurs petits gestes calculés de lâches taulards, il faisait semblant de communiquer avec quelqu’un d’autre pour me transmettre leurs petits messages pervers. Il utilisait la P.N.L et le langage corporel. Quand j’arrivais il n’y avait plus de place subitement, lors de la distribution de repas ils feignaient avoir le pouvoir d’introduire des allergènes ou autres. Ils me fixaient durement, parlant entre eux de moi sans m’adresser la parole pour chaque tentative d’obtenir la liberté il me le faisait durement payé. Ce soir là l’ambiance était électrique tout le monde s’y était mis les soigneurs, la populace, ma mère qui me communiquait régulièrement l’ambiance que je retrouverais la nuit, m’avait glissé gentilement un petit « c’est trop tard ». Il faut dire qu’on aurait dit que des personnes choisies venaient subitement se faire soigner, je n’avais jamais de chance, étrangement, souvent des personnes liées de loin à ma tortionnaire de mère. Ça allait de vieilles connaissances de cité, aux ouvriers que j’avais un jour rencontrés. Quand au nouveau venu sans doute des copains. Aujourd’hui encore je reste étonné ne sachant pas vraiment pourquoi et surtout comment cela avait engendré une tel hostilité l’armée Dark c’était-elle soulevée ou la magie de la violence passive avait-elle fait sont travail à la seul prononciation de stimulus lié à de gros mensonges du genre que ce serait moi qui les aurait persécutés. C’est vrai que je suis différent mais pas quand même à ce point là, pour penser qu’un dangereux psychotique, psychopathe craignant tous pourrait semé le chaos se cache en moi et quand bien même seul je ne ferais pas de gros dégâts en tout cas pas proportionnels au mesures qu’ils auraient pu engendré. Malgré avoir mentionné le fait que je me sentais en danger, chose courante quand on est jugé étiqueté psychotique (troubles délirants) de manière complaisante, on n’en a pas tenu compte en me disant de manière suffisante. Monsieur Guyaux vous exagérez sur un ton pompeux comme si j’étais un abruti, alors que leurs attitudes révélaient le mensonge de la complicité (En P.N.L on peut déterminer quand une personne ment et même ses sentiments suivant la position de ses yeux et ses attitudes il suffit de la filmé de la voir). Ex : « Lie to me » Showtime. Bien entendu moi je n’ai jamais été filmés lors de ses révélations, ni eux d’ailleurs alors que tout le monde a une caméra aujourd’hui. Ai-je seulement été enregistré ? Il y a des pratiques archaïques qui subsistent de nos jours malgré les progrès de la science on se demandent vraiment dans quel intérêts. Les médecins et encore moins leurs personnels sont a l'habri des préjugés et des comportements injustes et violants, ils restent avant tout des hommes. Je pense que justement dans ce genre d’endroit ou la vie de quelqu’un dépends du bon vouloir d’un psy et de son personnel, il serait judicieux de garantir l’équité, l’impartialité, la neutralité du processus de soin en garantissant les droits et les devoirs de chacune (ou du moins d’en offrir la possibilité) d’autant plus quand il s’agit de maintient ou de détention forcée et qui plus avec ce genre de diagnostique ou si le psy ment, le patient risque sa vie. Après ce jours je n’ai plus eu le choix, le lendemain je pense avoir été convoqué, ou étais-ce ensuite ? Je me souviens avoir demandé l’installation d’une poignée à ma fenêtre fermée qui n’en disposait pas, il a fallut que j’insiste mais je ne sais pourquoi il fallait que je la ramène après utilisation à chaque fois, malgré des sécurités qui bloquaient les fenêtres. Je ne sais pas j’ai cru en déduire que les gardiens de la santé aimaient bien leur suprématie et la basse tyrannie et peut-être aussi pour autre chose... Je me souvient qu’ils rayonnaient tous l’épanouissement et la sympathie, à aucun d’eux je n’aurais donné un enfant à gardé. Il me regardait toujours d’une manière oteine et se comportaient en parfait passif agressifs. Je veux bien que les (vrais) patients était quelque peu agressifs ou défavorisés et qu’ils ne rayonnaient pas socialement mais ce n’est pas une raison pour leurs imposés des gardes malades qu’ils ne le sont presque ou pas plus qu’eux. Une équipe saine engendre des comportements sains dans un environnements sains, quel s’adresse à des retraités, des personnes handicapées ou des personnes aux particularités mentales différentes. Schizophrènes, Bi-polaire, dépressifs, diagnostiques en vogue à l’époque. Il faut savoir qu’il y en a un grand nombre et qu’il ne doivent pas forcément tous être traités de la même manière et quelque fois certaines pathologies se chevauchent et se confondent souvent. De toutes façons les médicaments étants à larges spectres et à grande incidences on s’en fout de la personnalité exacte du patient. En étant à Marchienne-au-pont ou peu de moyens rime avec inefficacité assurément. J’y ai jamais compris les clôtures non électrifiées, surement pour pouvoir fuir les dédecins (dédaigneux médecins) et pas la détentions et accessoirement permettre à certain de sortir la nuit… De tout dépends l‘argent assurément. Enfin il est advenu un jour je sais plus si c’était après ou avant ou une gardienne a voulu entrer le matin ou la nuit et j’avais bloquer la porte. Elle a bien entendu fait un rapport et j’ai été convoquer. Dans ce centre fermé tout le monde était au courant, la belle communauté, même les ménagères frustrées me regardaient bizarrement, culpabilisantes, comme si elles m’en voulaient vraiment, j’étais pourtant je pense le plus polis et courtoie de tous et ne les connaissait absolument pas. Quoi qu’il en soit encore une fois pour avoir essayer de me soustraire à la sentence populaire et pour mon insubordination à la déchéance, j’avais écopé d’une surveillance pour comportement laissant suggérer des pensées suicidaires. Ils ne me connaissaient vraiment pas, si ça avait été le cas pourquoi aurai-je eu peur et surtout il n’y avait pas besoin de fermer la porte pour ça les gardes passant très rarement et l’aquarium étant à 30 mètre et les chambre les plus proches 2, l’aquarium l’endroit ou il se doraient le blason et prenaient le cafés dans leur sabots, tristement et fatalistes ; leur endroit comme ils aimaitent le faire comprendre. C’était peut-être leur manière de ne pas se sentir trop proche de leurs patients bien qu’il en était vraiment éloigné. Il ont donc encore plus crédibilises cet arbitraire jugement de diagnostique complaisant. Tout ce laisse écrire quand on a le pouvoir et l’influence. J’avais seulement tellement peur parce que j’étais démunis et seul abandonné à moi-même, dans un endroit hostile remplis de dingues et tarés en ne comptant pas les quelques vrais malades. Leurs stratagème et démence sociopathique en pleine essors, leur trafic d’influence au zénith, et les patients persécuteurs nouvellements fringués a leur retour de sortie autorisée subite. Ils sortaient en passant d’un niveau 1 directement à un niveau 4. Le 1 était manger restreint et sotie non autorisé. Le 2 manger cantine et sortie limitée à un magasin sponsorisé (coca,chips), le trois était sortie journalière libres distantes à horaire convenu en plus et le 4 avaient la possibilité de dormir en famille. Moi comme j’en avais plus pour accueillir, c’était surtout le 3 qui m'intérêssait. j’oscillais souvent entre le 1 et 1 pendant longtemps terrorisé passant mes journées au lit à essayé de dormir en attendant que ça se passe et pour pas les côtoyer. Puis j’ai compris que après le fameux jours si je continuais il allait finir par m’avoir et que tout le monde trouverait ça normale. J’ai alors décider de les affrontés, j’ai obtenu le deux et malgré ma faiblesse de 3 mois alités et les lobotomiseurs, je mangerais avec eux et me montrerais le plus possible. Je ramais au sport, j’avais enfin réussi à avoir des anti-histaminique et un vaporisateur je pense. Il m’avait tout pris et je n’avais pas d’accès à internet qui bien que présent était inaccessible. E puis cela faisant longtemps qu’il m’avait tous collaborant réussi à me mettre les 40 jours maintenant j’avais un maintien de 24 mois qui font 8 (hate) ou tous serait permis. Je ne savais pas quand je sortirais, bien que la possibilité de me faire sortir soit envisageable là où ma mère c’était victimisée et aussi chez moi, si j’avais été justement défendu et traité. Après avoir dévoilé une autre vérité au bourreau Hinekens, j’avais lors d’un procès de justice sociale qui n’avait rien de justice, ni de social, écopé de ces deux ans de persécutions organisées supplémentaires maintenue. Il y avait bien entendu la grande victime ma mère démissionnaire qui à tout fait pour ne pas qu’on voit la vérité de mes investissement chez elle en me nuisant tant faire se peut et mon combats depuis deux an et demi, des femmes et encore des femmes, enfin presque, pour la juge et surement pour sa greffière. 4 femmes un seule hommes affaibli pour défendre une mère maltraitante. Leurs avocates commise d’office était un mollusque complaisant et n’était même pas présente lors du jugement et ne m’a donc pas prévenu que je pouvais le contester. Ce qui sans internet aurait-été compliqué ne pouvant assurer la distribution de mes lettres depuis ce centre de détention. Maintenant que ma liberté était privatisée, envisager ma sortie était accessoirement un rêve enfui sous la peur et le totalitarisme médicale. Je resta au lit la plupart du temps, attendant chaque visite de celle qui paradoxalement regardait, maitrisait ma déchéance et organisait qui sait mon départ. J’étais sous emprise, quand le mal nous tient au dessus de l’abîme par le pieds, on a plus d’autre choix que de s’en rapprocher, d’accepter en être dépendant, même si notre subconscient au fond s’en défend. Etait t’elle devenue folle avec l’âge pour n’avoir pas toujours été comme ça malgré une violence autoritaire toujours latente. Elle pouvait aussi être une mère parfois, dans des moments de calme, de non compétition, ou personne n’entrait en opposition. Ces jours ou un fils prépare un repas avec amour, ou affectueusement une tasse de thé, ou l’inverse. Des personnes avaient profités de la situation pour la monté contre moi par la jalousie qu’il les avait toujours écarté de notre foyer ou de loin envié. Elle n’était pas une sainte mais on néglige souvent l’impacte qu’a la jalousie et la lâcheté sur les personnes déjà en perversion affective. De la rancoeur ils peuvent passer à la haine en un éclair par quelque mots bien choisi surtout quand on maîtrise la manipulation et la psychologie. Etait-ce sont comportement ou un comportement hérité et insufflé, dans l’instabilité le psychopathe se sent agressé et il fini par devenir violence. Ce qui n’arriverait pas d’en un environnement saint ou il bénéficierait d’attention. Après avoir supporté les suffisances de l’assistante sociale un peu gauche qui bien que charmante, n’était pas très présente, j’ai fini par sortir un peu beaucoup aussi parce que vraisemblablement ça devait arranger. Il y avait plein de possibilité mais la seule chose qu’y ce soit présentée à moi comme une étreinte de fatalité était, bien qu’en ayant sollicité plusieurs, ce fut les habitations protégées de Charleroi l’unique. Qui n’avait rien de protégées. Là aussi ont m’attendait, dès le premier soir les locataires et le voisins me l’on fait comprendre. L’assistante sociale Cloé aussi, elle voulait déjà me conduire chez Lidll et Aldi, pour m’introduire dans le processus de pauvreté. Alors que l’on peut très bien géré un budget en achetant bien et mangeant bien sans boire, sans fumer, et sans se droguer. En se concentrant sur l’essentiel. Je n’était pas au CPAS qu’il voulait déjà m’y voir. Je me suis toujours battu pour conservé ma dignité, ça a peut être déranger la hiérarchie de l’institution. Dans les difficultés c’est la seul chose qu’il nous reste et ils auraient voulu en plus me l’enlever elle ainsi que ma liberté de décision. Comment expliquer qu’un résident sans diplôme est plus instruit et empathique qu’un assistant sociale voir qu’un directeur surtout dans un environnement de la santé bien organisé et où les places sont bien attribuées ? Le soir même le voisin frappait la nuit, le schizo. du premier guétait et la tarée du deuxième chassait les souris. Je n’ai jamais rencontré le voisin de maison, je pense qu’ils étaient d’origine nord africaine, marocaine je crois. Le voisin d’étage schizo. était aussi nord africain je pense marocain ou algérien aussi. J’avais eu l’audace de remettre en cause le profit par l’hypocrisie qu’on certaines personnes à mettre leur religion en avant par avantage dans un dessin. Pour finalement me dire l’habit ne fait pas le moine dans un contexte des plus pieux. Il aimait me terroriser en patientant devant sa porte, devant l’étage lorsque j’allais à la salle de bain, ou en laissant sa porte constamment ouverte la musique allumée. Il aimait imposer, sa présence marquer sa domination, m’obliger à lui dire bonjour alors qu’il me tortura it, soumis à l'autorité. Il osait même me demander à manger en m’infligeant le regard de sa bouffe immonde pour qu’en plus on le plaigne alors qu’il avait assez d’argent pour s’acheter un repas équilibré une salade coute 1 euro. Mr Hamburger ! Il ne mangeait que ça et du sucre avec du pain de mie parfois un désert. J’avais pitié et même après avoir partager avec lui il a toujours continué. Il invitait des personnes à dormir un copain turque et autre qui je pense jamais n’avait partagé comme ça avec lui. A plusieurs reprise j’ai eu peur vraiment pour ma vie. Dieu sait ce qu’il lui passait dans la tête. Pourtant les visites nocturnes étaient interdites. Il se sont arrangé pour faire venir en renfort un patient de V.G. Damien comme par hasard, la Alisson étant partie surement parce que j’avais fini par l’attendrir. Il s’y sont mis a trois dont le sosie de Mona Lisa en pire, madame je ne sais rien et monsieur bonjour, celui de l’hôpital. Il frappait donc dans la cloison, mettait, la TV à fond et la nuit, plus le reste. J’ai vécu l’enfer et il était hors de question pour ma santé que je reste là. Surtout quand j’ai totalement compris qu’il y avait parti pris généralisé pour mon annihilation. Même le docteur que je consultait avait été contacter et soudoyer. J’ai décidé de déménager en suppliant ma mère, sport qu’elle adorait me voir effectuer surtout c’est dernier temps. Après avoir hésiter entre Namur et Bruxelles, un heureux hasard à fait pencher la balance après de nombreux refus par d’autres propriétaires. J’avais besoin d’un garant. Un jour lorsque je visitais un Bruxelles encore immaculé de la calomnie et de la persécution. Un jeune représentant simplet ma contacté pour me proposer une visite inespérée alors que j’y étais en ballade pour fuir mon enfer carolo. Les lieux était crasseux mais il y avait des perspectives. J’avais oublier de vérifier l’insonorité et la présence d’un plancher naïvement. Tout est allé très vite, comme part magie la location m’était réservée. Il faut dire que j’ai vraiment fait tout mon possible pour garder le secret, seulement mes appareils internet avait déjà des mouchard malgré un VPN et ma mère était au courant. J’ai serrez la main du plus grand de mes bourreau Denis Hendricks qui sans me connaître générait déjà de la haine envers moi. Quand je pense que j’ai négocié les charges à 80 euros alors que j’aurais pu en obtenir 30 alors qu’il me prive encore de chauffage depuis un an. Je m’y était rendu avec mon cousin maternelle Joël Kirberg une connaissance à lui. Je passe les détails, mais après un déménagement expéditif ou je n’ai pu emporter que quelques affaires personnelles et peu de souvenirs où je revois ma mère insistant pour passer l’aspirateur pour faire le bruit suffisant pour avertir les voisins du deuxième centre Freddy Ramos et quatrième avant Ivan (De Campos) à l’époque pour qu’il puisse mesurer le bruit qu’il faudrait faire à travers un parquet déjà bien poreux. Quoi qu’il en soit j’ai quand même retrouvé une souris morte derrière ma porte en nettoyant la cuisinière recouverte de graisse et tout le reste de poussière. Au début nous diront vers septembre 2O17 Freddy Ramos et sa femme faisaient des bruits pour me réveiller avec Ivan De campos qui lui aimait faire une machine à 2 heure du matin et parfois deux sur la nuit, quand il ne faisait pas basculer un tabouret sur le plancher. Je me suis aperçus qu’ils avaient commencé à profiter de mes médicaments pour dissimuler une hypnose du sommeil, régulièrement ils me parlaient pendant mon sommeil et provoquaient chez moi une intégration de leur dire dans mes rêves, dans une hypnose. Les médicaments le masquait. Je pensais que c’était mes rêves mais il n’en était rien. Ils utilisaient le plancher et un haut parleur. Pour sans doute me faire penser que j’étais fou, contribuer à la supercherie et encore agrémenter le faux diagnostique de psychotique (la plus grande des folie). Qui ayant un passé d’épileptique, de de personne ayant eu une dépression, à étrangement apparut à l’âge de 38 ans après avoir durant toute une enfance passé une centaine d’électro en encéphalogramme. Régulièrement ils y avaient des gens sympathiques, bien intentionnés, qui venaient profiter de la victime, Ma mère, Ma Soeur, Michel Mangeot, Laurie Herbinaux, André de Nayer, Freddy Ramos habitant, son petit fils, ils s’amusaient à parler dans un haut parleur, les soirs de Noël, de Pâques tout les fêtes qui me sont chères et qui représente la famille et un peu beaucoup les autres jours aussi par gentillesse. Ils faisaient à manger s’amusant ensemble et me torturant juste en dessous de mes pieds. Sachant que je ne pouvait rien faire judiciairement bridé et apeuré. Un jour parmi les nombreuses intimidations que je subissais de mes anciennes voisines Audrey et Ophélie Nkouzi (lesbiennes) et de Ivan De Campos (portugais-brésilien) et les nombreuses allusions agressives auquelles je devais faire face régulièrement. Sans parler des vapeurs irritantes qu’on faisait passer à travers le plancher plastiques brûler pas encore recouvert d’un faux plafond et les tuyaux de câbles électriques. Un certain Samuel (Fekar ou Ramos) m’a interpelé, pour me dire les mots suivant « Au deuxième c’est peut-être une sous-location (Fekhar) sans plus, je n’ai pas prêter à ce jeunes être chétif androgyne et minces qui d’une voix puérile me mettait en garde pour l’avenir de la manière la plus lâche qui soit. J’aurais du l’éclater contre le mur, il était celui qui allait m’hypnotiser et me calomnier, mon pire cauchemar, qui continue toujours à le faire et à l’être. C’était le petit fils (Ramos ou Fekhar). Il avait convenu Sodefi la communauté de laisser les Ramos occuper l’appartement du 2ème avant au lieu du centre en dessous du mien. Une locatrice venait de partir. Comme ça leurs petit fils ou fils pourrait occuper à ses occupations de persécution et torture organisée en toute impunité, sans doute en sous location et surtout parce qu’il n’avait pas d’emploi et que jamais on ne suspecterait un gamin de telles atrocités. Un esprit démoniaque maquillé par un visage angélique et un corps d’enfant, sauf les yeux, les yeux ne mentant jamais. J’étais préoccupé par autre chose et suis passer à coté d’un monstre enfant. Comme quoi les apparences sont vraiment trompeuses. A cette époque je n’avais pas encore fait le rapprochement avec les propriétaires Sodefi Denis Hendricks, ce que j’ai compris par la suite quand ils ont laisser les appartement vides pour avoir accès au 4éme avant de Campos à partir de Pâques 2018. Il avait tout organisé de manière concertée par internet au sein d’un site de calomnie criminel dont Concetta de Rosa (Administrateur Farciennes) et Alain Mbobabota (supposé Namur) en étaient les instigateurs. Bien m’ayant fait subir la présence d’un compresseur toute les nuits des vacances de Pâques par monsieur De Campos quittant les lieux justement et un Certain Pierro Barrio qui c’est volatilisé au bout de 6 mois. Sans conté les coups de klaxon de Alias (Michel Thanatos) (FFT 661) dit l’informaticien pour les intimes qui retentissaient autant que faire se peut à cette époque. Je me souviens essayer de placer mon sommeil entre le klaxon et le compresseur qui élargissait c’est recharge, avant que quelqu’un vienne le relancer peut-être Freddy Ramos. Que j’avais d’ailleurs cherché à rencontré pour lui demander pourquoi il me faisait subir ça. L’étranger à l’histoire se cachait derrière sa femme qui pour l’avoir vue après inspire vraiment la confiance. Il ne m’a jamais ouvert. Pendant ce temps ils avaient placés piratés mon iPhone et fait de la calomnie en mettant en ligne mes données personnels après, mes lettres de S.O.S c’était toute mes informations et données qui étaient visées. Le quartier et bientôt tout Bruxelles, voir le pays serait contaminé. La jalousie maladive frustratoire perverse, la haine à la peau dure et fait preuve des lâchetés, les basses thyranies les plus diversifiées. Toujours imaginatives dans la cruauté, fortifiée par la non-introspection et l’incompréhension. Je penses qu’a l’époque il s’agissait de menacer, d’ailleurs, je n’ai aucune certitude quand au devenir de mes faits personnelles rester chez ma mère, les ont-ils brûler pour faire une feu de joie en famille et complices, les ont-ils peut-être aussi vendu au enchère sur Ebay. Il vaudrait mieux qu’il les aient conservés. Comment expliquer leurs disparition ? C’est alors que je subis les pires atrocités, apparement l’annonce de la fin de mon maintien à du déplaire et apeurer. Les appartements vides ils organisaient régulièrement des visites qui se déroulaient principalement la nuit et se terminaient aussi la journée pour les efféminés. Le petit prince Samuel m’hypnotisait en compagnie d’invités surprises chaque jour différents. Cela à commencé par des trans-hypnotiques qui avait tout sauf de rêve et d’hallucination. Il pouvait m’empêcher de me réveiller momentanément. Ils pocédaient mon sommeil par la pratique de l’hypnose enseignée et longuement pratiquée par André de Nayer, Bruno Guibromont and cie... Je suspecte qu’ils faisaient venir des professionnels de l’hypnose déviants pour pratiquer sur moi cobaye impuissant... Dans les esprits qui on toujours 4 ans restés au stade anal c’est ce qui se passe parfois quand il ont trop de liberté mégalomane, qui compensent en violence leurs carences affectives et ou de reconnaissance par l’attention. Je pense avoir certaine prédisposition en ayant été épileptique maus cela reste à prouver scientifiquement enfin je l’espère, je ne souhaiterais cela à mon pire ennemis. Je pense m’entretenir avec l’université de Washington sur la question qui effectue des recherche dans le domaine de la télépathie assistée par ordinateur. C’est sans doute pour cela qu’ils m’empêchaient d’accéder à internet, Hacking et piratages informatiques possible hors connexion à ma grande stupéfaction par l’Infra rouge surement. Je ne sais pas trop comment cela fonctionne mais je pense qu’ils allient des techniques d’hypnose et de bourrage de crâne en bombardant le sujet de pensée négative et d’émotion malsaines assisté par un haut parleur. Le sujet ayant rejoint une certaine phase de sommeil, comme un sommeil profond ou léger il peuvent alors interférer avec lui en lui imposant des cauchemars hypnotiques. Il m’a fallu longtemps pour le comprendre et en deviner le fonctionnement sans jamais les avoir vus seulement avec des enregistrements sonores de mon (sommeil). Une fois l’arrêt complet du médicament qui me tuait à petit feu et me lobotomisait, j’ai pu faire la différence j’étais systématiquement réveillé toute les 2 à 3 heures et mes rêves étaient si réels que je me réveillais en sur-sceau toujours dans un état de malaise. En plus de cela ils n’hésitaient à m’imposer par haut-parleur leurs voix à tous. Ils voulaient qu’on croit que j’entendent des voies mes si ça avait été le cas, elles auraient été très différentes, pour avoir déjà en dépressions fait des cauchemars ceux là s’en écartaient sur tous plans. C’était un peu comme si je voyais un film d’horreur. Alors que les cauchemars sont moins définis et moins précis et franchement il n’aurait été nullement question des genres de thématiques folklorique qui m’étaient imposées. jamais dans aucun cauchemar les personnages ont des discours structurés. Se sont des impressions, des phrases, des terreurs nocturnes mes dis-cousues qui suivent un processus anarchique. Souvent jamais en même temps. On ne se réveille pas systématiquement toute les deux à trois heures. Pervers qu’ils étaient, ils aimaient marquer leur territoires comme les chiens en terminant, en me laissant leurs voix en mémoires pour que je sache qu’ils étaient venus, je passerais les rêves, je préfère énumérer leurs noms associé leurs messages de haine jalouse, de folie et d’ostracisme parsemée d’une xénophobie personnel, à la haine de soi. Il cultivait tous ces particularités. Ils ont usés de ma personne comme si j’étais un jouet, un corps sans émotions, sans âmes, un torchon spirituel, sans vie. Caque soir je les entendais a travers le planché monter, ils s’installaient en attendent que je dorme, je ne pouvais rien faire, j’étais un esclave. Malgré tous liens, malgré le fait que j’ai souvent été généreux avec eux, malgré le fait qu’ils ignoraient tout de mon existence jusqu’à la création de cette désastreuse diffamation calomnieuse alimentée par l’inconscience et la haine. Ils se nomment : Liliane Kirberg, Gilles Squellard, Olivia Guyaux, André de Nayer, Pauline Hinneckens, Bruno Gribromont, Laurie Herbinaux, Samuel (Fekhar), Hugues Herbinaux, Michel Herbinaux, Erna Herbinaux, Maude Herbinaux, Quentin Herbinaux, Johan Jouffin, Marie Christine Lepage, Hugues Bayet, Michael Mangeot, Concetta De Rosa, Ophélie Nkhuzi, Freddy Alvarez Ramos, Mohamed Berdey, Mr Nestor PhotoCinéHouse, Monsieur et madame Luc FastForward, Aline, Pauline, Christelle, Carissa, Eric, Denis Hendricks, Alain Mbobabotta, Alain Roman, Steeve, Stève, Bryan, Giuseppe, Martine, Gérard, Inspecteur LeBrun, Populus et touts les décérébrés qui ont trouvés ça fun... En septembre c’étant proclamer sur internet la communauté chat noir, ils avaient insistés par ceux qui voulait persécuter c’est à dire un peu tout le monde ayant été en contact avec ce site et leur diffamation, que je quitte les lieux sur le chant, je ne me suis pas exécuter pendant un mois Samuel Ramos ou Fekhar m’a torturer sous l’assistance et certainement les ordres de Denis Hendrick (la communauté chat noir, voir rats) ils m’ont infligés le bip de détecteurs d’incendie qu’ils disposaient et déplaçaient sadiquement d’une pièce à une autre, c’est à dire du 4ème libre au deuxième, de la à penser que Freddy Ramos était informé il n’il y a vraiment qu’un pas. Ils m’ont fait subir ce supplice pendant un moi et demi à raison de 1 bip par minute plus le reste... Depuis il me pourrissent la vie par cette communauté, il ont réussi par influence à me priver de 1500 euros de mutuelle par des manigances en me subtilisant des courriers et accusés de réception, en jouant sur les dates arbitrairement en me disant ouvertement que si je n’était pas content que je fasse appel. Accessoirement ils laissaient les 8 fenêtres de l’immeuble d’en face toutes allumées la nuit sur la longueur qui signife HATE. Ils utilisent même le port réseau du temps internet pour que je voix le plus possible de 9 qui signifie NINE et non en allemand, c’est dire le niveau... Pour moi il est toujours 8 ou 9 quelque chose… Ils essaient peut-être de se convaincre… Depuis fin mars je me bat pour faire éclater la vérité publiquement et surtout parce que je n’ai pas le choix, c’est gens sont fous atteint du plus grand des mal la haine de soi, la bêtise et la lâcheté. J’ai envoyé a différent journaux un aperçus des faits et m’apprête à en renvoyer un exemplaire ou à leurs déposer en main propre. J’ai aussi déposer dans toutes les boites aux lettres d’avocats de Bruxelles la présente. Dernièrement, ils me menaces encore et continue pour me faire déménager, mais rassurez vous la seul chose que j’ai envie de faire c’est quitter au plus vite cette habitation de malheur et le Pays, même si pour cela je dois abandonner ma nationalité et tous ces avantages sociaux qui pour moi non pas grandes valeurs si on est privé de liberté, de démocratie et qu’on ne peut exister. Pour cela en désespoirs de cause je tiens à porter plainte à la police. Tout est sur le net Facebook pour le reste je dispose de preuve à convictions. Par mesure de sécurité et comme je me doute que m’a plainte ne sera pas prise en compte je tiens à ce qu’un avocat de son choix la fasse acté. Je ne pense pas que je m’étendrais sur les raisons. Si l’inspecteur Le Brun et le chef de la police de Farciennes de l’époque avait fait leur travail en temps et en heure, investiguant profondément, et le procureur du roi de la commune de Charleroi l’avait épaulé, sans doute nous n’en serions pas là aujourd’hui. Peut-être étaient-ils resté en enfance lui aussi ? Lionel Guyaux

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