#i think over the summer i'm going to watch all of bridgerton over again so i can make a corkboard of theories

[tsuncda]

so am i right or am i right in my assertion that bridgerton doesn't actually do character work, it just rebrands it's main characters before their season begins and tries to recontextualize them as poor little meow meows.

[dragon-kazansky]

Bridgerton shade of blue

Benedict Bridgerton x Female Reader

The Viscount is set on finding a wife this season, and you are trying again for your second season. While Anthony is dealing with trials between Edwina and Kate Sharma, you are dealing with trials of your own. Benedict Bridgerton is ever present in your life, but your pursuit to find a husband must come first. Society is ever so exhausting.

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Season Two

Chapter Nineteen - Together again

You had sat your mother down when you got home. She called for tea, and you sat down beside her, wondering how you were going to tell her the news. Your poor mother had been stressing out since she revived the letter from your uncle, your father's brother, about taking back his money to support you both while in London.

"Mother, I... Our situation may have come up with the Bridgerton's earlier, and I have recieved a very generous offer from them." You start slowly.

"Are you to wed one of them?" She sits up in her seat, looking at you eagerly. Of course she would assume that.

"Um, no."

She looks rather deflated with your answer. "What is it then?"

"The Viscount has offered to take me under his wing and set me a dowry aside. We don't need to rush to find me a husband. Anthony will look after us. Violet had offered to help find a suitor."

Your mother now looks elated. "Oh, darling, that'd wonderful!" She hugs you.

You smile. You feel like a huge weight has been lifted off your shoulders.

"Oh, this is wonderful! I must send the Dowergess something in return. My gratitude to that family will be forever endless."

You chuckle at how excited your mother is. You haven't seen her this cheerful in quite some time. It felt good to see her smile again.

"Flowers! I shall send her an abundance of flowers!" Your mother rises from her chair and goes off in search of a maid who she can send down to the flower shop. You roll your eyes with a smile.

Things were looking up again.

A couple of days later, you're at the Bridgerton house. It's as lively as you remember it being last year. Eloise was practising some dancing with Gregory while Violet watched on. Gregory didn't seem to mind dancing with his sister, but Eloise seemed to mind quite a lot. You knew how she felt about this whole thing.

Benedict was sitting on the couch nearby. You were sitting opposite him, watching them the two siblings dance.

"I do not think she is very good," Hyacinth says, coming over to sit with you.

"I believe she can hear you," Benedict says to her in response.

"I can hear you," Eloise confirms.

"Ow! Watch my feet!" Gregory looks up at his sister after she steps on his foot.

"Might we be done?" Eloise asks.

"If you are to catch the queen's eye after that interruption, you must be perfection." Violet states.

"I believe it was the interruption that was perfection," Eloise sighs.

"Shocking that Eloise Bridgerton was not named the season diamond, was it not?" Benedict says casually.

At that exact moment, Anthony comes strolling in. "Was anyone else aware that dear Colin has decided to add Albania or some such place to his itinerary as he gads about the world?"

"How wonderful it must be to travel," you say softly.

"I rather prefer the comfort of the countryside," Benedict comments.

"I do miss the country."

Benedict looks up from his sketchbook, of which he has been working very hard on, to look at you. "Then you need to come to our family estate."

You find yourself looking away shyly. He's still disappointed he didn't see you all summer.

"How lucky for him that he can simply decide to do that," Eloise remarks.

"Joining us for tea, Anthony?" Violet asks.

"Uh, I'm afraid I must pass. Too many calls on my funds today. Now that the season has started, I need to fill your coffers at the modiste and oversee the hiring of extra staff. And your ring. When you get the chance, I need it."

You look at Anthony silently. He was serious.

"The fields by Ferryhallow. I was thinking we might hold off on leasing them due to the hard frost." Anthony continues.

"I beg your pardon?" Violet looks at her eldest son.

"The frost hardens the soil, saps it of nutrients," he explains. "That is very well, but you requested my ring?"

"Father's betrothal ring."

"Did someone catch your eye at the presentation, Brother?" Benedict asks with a grin.

"I thought all the young ladies looked beautiful," Hyacinth chimes in.

"Not particularly. And all the young ladies looked the same. Like young ladies. I'd simply like to be prepared for when the opportunity presents itself," Anthony clarifies.

"The opportunity?" Violet asks.

"I've already compiled an index of the season's eligible misses and arranged interviews."

You look at Anthony in disbelief. He was serious. Those poor ladies.

"Interviews!" Violet chuckles. "Dearest, I shall be more than happy to give you my ring when you find someone with whom you are very much in love. Besides, it is in safekeeping at Aubrey Hall."

"Very well."

Violet slides up to the sofa Benedict is lounging on and looks at him. "See that he is quite well."

"Me?" Benedict asks, looking up at her.

"I'm not in need of coddling," Anthony says from across the room. "I assure you all, everything is in order."

Anthony checks his pocket watch and then takes his leave rather quickly. Everyone watches him go in silence. You turn to look at Benedict once Anthony is gone, and he just sighs, looking back at you.

Anthony Bridgerton was a stubborn fool.

Later that afternoon, while Eloise went to the market with Penelope, an endeavour you were not invited to take part in, you spent the hours with Benedict in his makeshift studio. He called it a studio, but it was merely a room he came in to sketch quietly away from his family.

You liked that about Benedict. The way he finds comfort in his own little bubble. He cared very little for society and all its trails. He was more tranquil.

You watch him sketch away, his attention deep into the pages in the book. Last year, he granted you the privilege to come see his hobby. He shared his work with you, and you complimented it. Even now, you had had no idea just how much you had impacted him and his art.

He rubs gently at the charcoal on the page, smudging it carefully. You watch with great interest as he examines his work. He pulls a slight face. While he decides if he likes it or not, you admire him.

Benedict Bridgerton is handsome, kind, funny, and gentle. He has an eye for detail and a smile to charm any lady who is lucky enough to witness it.

He would have no trouble finding a wife of he wanted to.

The thought makes you look down at the table quietly. It would be so easy for him to find a perfect match. Someone who compliments him and would look after him. You are not so lucky.

Though you hope to catch someone's eye at the ball tomorrow night, you won't hold your breath. You're not a pretty Bridgerton.

"Are you alright?"

You look up and meet his beautiful blue eyes. You swear you've never seen a shade like them before.

"Yes. Sorry. I've just been thinking."

"I can see that," he chuckles.

You smile softly and turn your eyes back to his book so you won't have to look at him again. "Do you ever plan on getting married?"

"Has mother put you up to this?" He teases.

"No, I just... You'd make a good husband."

"Is that what you've been thinking about?" He chuckles. "If I can help it, I'll remain a bachelor."

"I see." You sigh softly. You shouldn't be surprised. You won't mention marriage again to him.

Benedict watches you for a moment and then turns the page in his sketchbook. He sketches away quietly, glancing at you every so often. You don't even notice, too caught up in your thoughts again.

You were so beautiful when you were loat in your mind. No. You were beautiful all the time. Benedict hoped you knew that.

He did the best he could in a short span of time, taking in as many details as possible. You were a vision in his eyes. When he was sat fired with the sketch, he put his book down on the table and slid it over to you, nudging you out of your thoughts.

You look down at the book and see the sketch of you looking back.

"Benedict... you're so talented."

He chuckled softly. "I just want you to see yourself the way I do. I know how important it is to you that you find a husband and look after your mother. You'll find someone."

You look into those beautiful blue eyes and for just a moment with that he would be the one.

You look away. "Thank you."

Benedict also finds himself looking away. Perhaps he had been a little too forward there. However, he doesn't regret telling you what he thought.

You only sit there a few moments more before excusing yourself and heading home. It felt a little strange staying there for any longer.

Benedict sat alone in that room, unable to draw anymore. His mind was preoccupied now.

He wished you had stayed.

When you got home, your mother noticed how quiet you were. She watched you retreat upstairs alone. You wanted to call out to you and check you were alright, but she didn't.

You stayed up in your room for the rest of the afternoon. Only coming down for dinner. Your mother didn't ask why you had become so quiet. You would tell her if you wanted to.

It wasn't until you finished dinner that you spoke up. "Mother?"

"Yes, dear?"

"I'm going to make you proud. You know that, don't you?"

Your mother smile. "You always make me proud."

You smile back. You knew she meant it. Despite everything you and she had been through with losing your father, losing the country house, your uncle backing out of looking after you, you still had each other and you would make her proud. Every single day.

"I'm going to look after you," you tell her.

"You don't need to worry about me."

"I always do."

You both smile at each silently.

You swore to yourself there, and then that this year, you would do better. This year, you will find your place in the world.

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[theship-thewalrus]

This is My Idea || Benedict Bridgerton

benedict bridgerton x reader

based on the song 'this is my idea' from The Swan Princess

word count: 1682 words reading time: about 7 minutes warnings: none really

I can't believe I'm stuck with her all summer I bet she doesn't wrestle, hunt or box

The boy who stood in front of you looked conceited. The brown, untamable hair that looked similar to a bird's nest you had passed in the carriage. He looked rather unimpressed as his eyes scanned you, for someone so young he seemed to resemble a sour-faced mother.

"Where are you manners dear? Introduce yourself."

The voice of your father filled your eyes, causing your eyes to cast back to him for a moment. You were sure your face convey a look of uncertainty almost asking if you truly must indulge this idea. The carriage ride to the countryside had taken some time, Adurey Hall, they had called it. The best place to spend the summer, or so you were told.

"(Y/N), a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

As you bowed her head slightly to show respect there was a beat of silence. It caused your eyes to flick up, wondering what fool did not understand how to greet someone. You watched the shoulder of the boy in front of you get knocked forward, a puff of air leaving his chest. A scowl formed on his face as he stepped forward bowing his head and holding out his hand.

"Benedict."

As he took your hand in his there was a small pause again, both of you looking back to your parents. Almost pleading for them to intervene, asking them with your eyes if they were truly going to make you both do this. Yet, all that was returned were encouraging smiles. The kiss on the back of your hand was quick, you quickly retracted your hand to wipe it on your dress and him to wipe his mouth with the back of his hand.

What a fun summer you had in store.

We've tried all summer but we just can't lose her

"Wait up! Anthony! Benedict! This isn't funny!"

Three pairs of footsteps could be heard running across the floors of Audrey Hall. Maids clinging to the walls of the halls as three children barrel through. The two boys were much fast than you, something you blamed on your skirt. You could hear their mutters of each other, encouraging the other to run faster in an attempt to lose them.

The doors flung open as the trio ran outside, the boys gaining ground against you. The wooden floor you had been running on quickly changed to stone and then uneven grass, that you were sure you were going to trip over. The ground only worsen as you trailed the boys to the forest that encased the grounds. Perhaps if you were in the first under better circumstances you would not be so annoyed.

"Quick, Anthony! Before she gets here."

You could hear Benedict urging his brother to climb the rope ladder to their little treehouse. Moving forward, your fingers just missed the rope of the ladder to the treehouse. The two boys are much too fast in pulling it up and away from you. Looking up at them with an angered and displeased expression you were only met with their smug ones. Having gotten out of having to spend any time with you for now.

"You'd think she'd take a hint a learn to read."

You could hear Benedict tease, waving a piece of paper at you from his higher position. Squinting you could make out 'no girls' in scratchy words and a terribly drawn picture of what you assumed to be you.

"This really isn't fair." "We really couldn't care."

With a huff, you picked a plank of wood that stood tall near the tree. Though it seemed to be the main support of the tree house as you heard the planks of wood groan and shift under the boy's weight. Before it all came crashing down around you, boys included.

She tries to talk me into playing dress-up She's always flirting with the castle guards

You don't quite remember when you had given up trying to befriend Benedict. It was clear the pair of you simply had no intention of ever wanting to get to know each other. Perhaps if you both had not been forced together for months, since you were both young, it would be different. Now you seemed to spend your time with the Bridgertons entertaining his younger siblings, gossiping with Daphne and talking to the various servants.

It was not unusual to find yourself outside, you enjoyed the time away from the ton and in the countryside. Yet, this particular time you seemed to be occupying your time talking with a footman. He was rather young and you must admit, easy on the eyes. You sparked up the conversation with him during your walk around the grounds. Asking him to accompany you on a quick walk in the nice weather.

"Why, I did not know you were so knowledgeable on the different Flora around Britain."

Your voice was smooth as you spoke, looking at the young man from the corner of your eyes. The pair of you stood a respectable distance apart. You heard him chuckle before he answered, turning his head to face you.

"Well, miss, I tend to find myself out in the forest in my free time." "How wonderful,"

You muse a small smile on your face as the pair of you turned to head back to the manor. Though a figure in one of the many windows caught your eye. Squinting slightly you attempt to figure out who happened to be spying, you assumed it would be Daphne, the girl would want to know everything as soon as you get inside. But much to your surprise the figure was none other than the man you were avoiding, Benedict. You could not make out his face, but you could tell by his body language that he was not in the greatest mood.

I'd like her better if she'd lose at cards

Sitting across from Benedict you peer over your cards at him. There was one thing you both agreed on, and that was a love for card games. At times you had both been known to wager something, a necklace here or a few coins there. But during your winning streak, Benedict was too fearful, having already lost too much. He already owed you one of his paintings and some poetry.

You pretended to not notice Colin peering over your shoulder, trying to grab a look at your cards. You doubted he could see much or even knew how to play. You watched Benedict's movements carefully, you doubted he would suddenly win this round, you weren't worried about losing.

"Four sevens and a ten." "I think I've won again."

Your words were covered in honey as you showed your card. Displaying them opposite his with a smirk playing on your lips. You could not help yourself, it felt nice to win against the boy. Considering you could never seem to win against his older brother. Small cheers from Daphne and Eloise were heard as Benedict groaned and leaned back in his chair unimpressed.

For as long as I remember We've been told we'd someday wed

Somewhere along the years you and Benedict had figured out the reason why you were both forced together every June until September. Your fathers had been friends and you guessed they desired a way to keep your families close. Unfortunately for you, you had simply been born close to Benedict. Thus, it seemed simple that the pair of you should wed. Though it was rare they spoke about it, there were always countless hints and pushes to shove you both together.

Being pushed around in this manner was not want you had expected during this visit to the Brigdertons. You could feel your father pulling and shoving you in all sorts of directions. Your unhappy grumbling going unheard by the man. That morning you had been shoved into a rather nice dress and your corset did up so tight you were sure you were going to pass out.

I see him smiling and my knees start buckling I see inside him and my doubts are gone

You heard the door shut behind you, your father leaving you in a room by yourself. Hearing another door slam shut on the other side of the room. Casting your eyes over you saw Benedict. He seemed to change over the last time you had seen him, matured a bit more. He did seem so brash and aloof as before, more refined and put together.

You watched his eyes as he scanned you as well, realising he was not alone. Confidently you took a few confident steps towards him. Though he seemed to stumble a little at the start he was quick to extend his hand as he meet you in the middle. Extending your hand he grabbed it softly, you took note of the charcoal on his fingertips that he had not seemed to clean yet. Though you did not seem to mind all that much. Softly kissing the back of your hand he would straighten up once more. Yet kept his hand on yours, it brought a smile to your face.

"How have you been these past months?"

Your question breaks whatever trace the man was under, bringing his attention back to you. There was a pause as you watched him think of a response. Perhaps not all that much had changed since you were young, the man still needed to be pulled through conversation.

"G-Good! I've been good." "That is good it hear."

There is another pause for a small moment before he seemed to catch on to what you were waiting for.

"And how have you been?" "Well, I spent the colder months inside by the fire." "Good, good. I had painted the manor in a winter setting. I would be happy to show it to you." "It would be my pleasure to see."

This is my idea This is my idea What a good idea, it's such a charming and romantic notion.

[vampiremilfs]

hiiii <3 big ask big answer is what i'm expecting would LOVE to know your top 5/faves across various media that are new(in release or just new to you) this year! so: shows, movies, games, books, songs/albums, new artists you've discovered etc

OMG AAAAA I LOVE THIS ASK

brief comment i wanted to make, but this was the year i finally took control of my mental health and went to go see someone about it so congratulations to me for finally breaking down the wall of "im fine" and allowing myself to admit that i could use some help. that aside, lets get into it! beware, possible spoilers

MOVIES

1. Nope (dir. Jordan Peele) - this movie surprised me so much and reflects a LOT of my views on performative/spectacle-like behavior in front of the Camera and the effects things like hollywood or social media could potentially have on people...not going to get into that but i just liked the movie alot okay

2. X (dir. Ti West) - love me some camp. love mia goth. i also really liked Pearl and cannot WAIT for MaXXXine, i am so ready

3. Cruel Intentions (dir. Roger Kumble) - i dont think 2022 was the first year i watched Cruel Intentions but everytime i watch it, it feels like something brand new...i am so compelled to read the book that its based on like seriously

4. Turning Red (dir. Domee Shi) - this is the only Disney movie that exists to me...the mother-daughter relationship portrayed here is just so personal

5. Kiki’s Delivery Service (dir. Hayao Miyazaki) - yeah im extremely late to watching this lol. i watched literally every other ghibli film growing up but somehow, in some way, skipped over Kiki. so i watched it over the summer as an adult and needless to say...yeah i missed out as a kid asjashd

6. American Psycho (dir. Mary Harron) - this is the funniest film ive seen this whole year. im not even kidding

TV SHOWS

1. Breaking Bad/Better Call Saul - never thought id enjoy a show about a middle-aged white male turning to meth production to make ends meet and becoming the most annoying character ever created, but here we are. loved it, and literally EVERYONE around walt deserved so much better (jesse, gus, johnny/saul, mike, skylar, marie, hank)

2. Ranma 1/2 - ive taken a break from watching new anime this year and started diving into older ones. i love ranma simply bc its a bit ahead of its time and is just so easy to digest. just a fun little show!!! a great way to take my mind off of shit

3. The Sandman - just found out recently that this was a DC comic so congrats to DC for successfully infiltrating my anti-superhero visual barrier LOL. anyways i am in dire NEED of the next season

4. You - PENN BADGLEY. thats all im going to say. im a huge fan of Gossip Girl (2007) and as soon as i saw him playing the lead character i RAN to watch the first season when it dropped. was not disappointed

5. The Witcher - ive never played the game lol but the show is so good...im not a fan of GoT (and therefore will never watch HotD) so this show p much fills the dark fantasy void for me

6. Bridgerton - im so glad i got over my weird distaste and finally gave this show a try...i see the hype, i see it!! and the show itself is so beautiful to look at, despite being historically innacurate or whatever

7. Gossip Girl (2007) - ive watched and rewatched this show a grand total of maybe like....20 times in my life total. rewatched it again this year. all six seasons. it never gets old despite being the most ridiculous insipid shit ever. im also currently watching the new version, and while i love the cast and maybe the soundtrack, it doesnt match up to the campy and fun vibe that the first one had. it takes itself way too seriously and the plot is almost nonexistent lol

but anyway, lets move on to music!! im skipping over books bc i have currently finished NONE from the book haul i had back in october.

MUSIC

just gonna list out a bunch of songs that have carried me thru the last half of this year :]

ass like that victoria monet / bang (my body) chase icon / meta angel fka twigs / wish i never kehlani / king for a day pierce the veil, kellin quinn / pass the nirvana pierce the veil / antagonist nova twins / gibson girl ethel cain / like a tattoo sade / the perfect pair beabadoobee / so it goes tamino / daybreak’s bell l’arc-en-ciel / colors flow / distant tevomxntana, cayo / grapefruit tove lo

sorry if this is extremely long. thanks for asking!!!!!! ❤️

[redheadspark]

Hey could I request one for Benedict bridgerton with the quote from your Promot list

❝  you’re so strong.  and brave—but i wish you knew you don’t always have to be.  i’m here,  if you’re ever willing to let me help shoulder those burdens.  ❞

Thank you ❤️

A/N: Yay for a Benedict Request! Thank you Anon! I also love the small little storyline I have with Benedict, his wife, and baby Patrick so I'm gonna roll with it on this us! Thanks again!

Art Isn’t Safe

Summary: Benedict was always hard on himself with his art, placing too much on his own shoulders. But his wife will remind him to simply surrender and take the risk.

Warnings: Light angst and fluff

The cool night was inviting in your back garden at the cottage, the atmosphere was perfect for a summer evening as you walked out to the familiar tree that was right in the middle of the flowerbeds and shrubbery. A singular swing set, set up by your husband as a gift for your future children when you two got engaged. A singular figure sat on the swing, smoking a small cigarette and letting the smoke float away in the sky as you watched for a small moment or two. He was hunched a bit, leaning against the rope and watching the waxed moon hanging low in the black sky. You beamed, knowing that stance far too well.

Your husband was in deep thought.

"It's a bit too late for a smoke, don't you think darling?" You asked coyly, Benedict jumping a bit from the sound go your voice. He turned, hand on his chest and looked a bit shocked at you as your grinned. He exhaled sharply, glaring at you for a brief moment before he melted into his own smile that would make you swoon at any other time. "And here I thought I found the perfect spot to smoke away from you," He teased, then pausing to look at the cigarette still in his hand. You just sighed and walked over, seeing him wait to see how you were going to react. But inside of yelling at him or scolding him for that matter, you took the cigarette between your own lips and inhaled. Benedict watched with raised eyebrows, you letting the smoke fill you up for a brief moment before it lifted into the sky through your lips. Your husband watched in pure amazement as you shrugged.

"I took to it from time to time, long before you and I courted," You explained, seeing a smirk on his face as you handed it back to him. He took a long inhale, letting it sit before he too exhale and motioned his head to the door that lead back into the cottage, "How's our son?"

"Sleeping like his father: mouth open and snoring," You hummed, hearing Benedict snort a bit as you gave him a loving stare, "However, he was looking forward to his father kissing him goodnight. But I think you have plenty of your mind, darling,"

Benedict's smile faltered a bit, knowing that you could see some of his masked smirk that he would use all the time. You knew him far too well, and Benedict also knew never to hide something from you when it came to communication. You leaned against the same rope as Benedict, touching his shoulders and moving to caress his messy brown hair, "What's harboring your thoughts, darling."

"Plenty of things," He replied, you watching him as he looked from you over to the night sky, almost lost in his own thoughts for a long moment or two. You loved watching him in deep thought, only focusing on what was in his mind and within his unique and gorgeous soul. But the stare he was giving to the moon in that moment made you worry for a split second.

"I sometimes wonder if being an artist is worth it," He hummed to him, having you tilt your head at him in confusion while he inhaled one last time before he snuffed it out on the swing very carefully.

"What makes you think that?" You asked curiously.

"Well it's not the best paying profession," he replied in s shrug.

"That should not be a deciding factor," you reasoned.

"With a wife and son to think about, it should be," He countered, you sighing as you tapped his shoulder with your fingers.

"Darling, There is no worry that you and I should have with it comes to finances and our money. We are stable enough," You reassured him, seeing him bit his lower lip slightly and bounce his leg as you went on, "Thankfully, both of our allowances are keeping us afloat and then some. And it's not as if we are spending money left and right, we're quite reasonable. Is there...something else?"

You had to wonder what else could be haunting him besides money and finances. He would let things stay within himself far more than he should, which did worry you since it would chip away at him every once in awhile. It was when he finally spoke again, trying to almost void your soft stare as he looked dead ahead in front of him.

"Perhaps I'm in fear of not being good enough to be an artist," He muttered, sounding so solemn and beating down, "Not being the strong enough artist as I should be. I've lost some of my....bravery in being bold with my work,"

That broke your heart hearing that from Benedict. He was a bold man, one of the main attributes that you adored and fell for. You love this thirst for being bold and going against the grain, to not be part of the typical mold that any other young man would be in. So to see your husband, the father of your adventurous two year old son whom adored his papa, sound so hard on himself and find himself lost of his bravery...it killed you.

"Darling Benedict," You said in a soft manner, moving to stand and kneel in front of your husband as you peered up at him. You could see the loss on his face, a look you would never wish to ever encounter in your marriage and life with him. With carefulness, you reached up to take his hands in your own, feeling the divots and calloused palms that worked for hours and hours on end with his sketching and painting in his small studio not too far away in your home. "I recall you telling me at one time, well into our courting and before our marriage, that art is near meant to be safe," You explained, rubbing your thumb along his hands and wrists as he was watching you, "You were right: Art isn't safe. One of the things that made me fall in love with you was your boldness and your bravery. You're bold enough to be your own man, and you're brave enough to do what you love, not what you're expected,"

Benedict's smile was seen, softly and almost with a hint of sadness as you confessed all of that to him. You reached up to cup his jaw, feeling him kiss your hand there against his mouth and you grinned widely at him. You would do anything to keep a smile on his face and never see him sweat or be afraid, it was not like him at all.

"The way you feel about your art and how to create is something I can only pray our son will inherit when he is older, because it's good and rare and true. Never loose that thirst to be brave or bold, and don't let it hinder you my dear Benedict," You urged him sweetly, pulling his hands towards your lips to press a kiss to each hand as he watched you with love in his eyes. He would dote and love on you throughout the day, telling you how much he loved you and how he would never wish for you to change who you were. This words were the soothing balm to your soul on rougher days and within tougher moments. Now it was his turn to get the doting love.

"You’re so strong, and brave—But I wish you knew you don’t always have to be.  I’m here,  if you’re ever willing to let me help shoulder those burdens." You reassured him calmly as he was watching you intensely with his bright eyes that almost reflected from the moon, "You are my husband, and I wish to help you and care for you as your wife. And for the record, your art is amazing and wonderful, and I'm not being biased at all!"

Benedict laughed, deep within himself from hearing you say that. You felt better hearing's laugh, how it rung in the small garden you two were in. It felt good to lift his spirits again, to see that glee and smile that made your heart melt when you saw it for the first time. Surely the bold and brave Benedict had moments of doubt some times, and you found it your duty to make sure he remained strong. even fi ti meant taking the burdens that were holding him back.

"Come now, tuck in your son and come to bed with me, my love," You hummed, pulling him up with you and the pair of your embracing one another in the warm summer night. Benedict kissed you soundly, the smooth rolling touch of his lips against your own gave you reassurance that he was well again.

You both walked hand in hand in your cottage, leaving the insecurities for the wind to take away and bringing in the bold and bravery you knew he had deep within himself.

The End.

[jjungkookislife]

another fic title!!!

Vintage Dresses and Stolen Kisses

(maybe jimin, or yoongi?)

ah my first thought was a Bridgerton au but I know I could never pull it off lol so here's what I imagine for this

Vintage Dresses and Stolen Kisses

pairing: Yoongi x reader

tw: angst with an unhappy ending, implied smut

Spending time with your granddaughter always made you happy. She always took a liking to your old journals, some inappropriate for her age until now.

"What's this?" She asks as she holds up a pale pink journal. On the first page, it reads, The Summer of Min Yoongi.

You smile as you take it from her and hold it to your heart. "I haven't thought of him in ages, my dear."

Tears fill your eyes as flashes of his face come to mind. It was so long ago.

"Who was he?" your curious grandchild asks.

"He was the man who would have been your granddaddy if I had the courage to go with him," you answer honestly. Your granddaughter's eyes widen immensely as she takes a seat beside you, eager to find out more about this man.

Another boring day at the market turned rather interesting when the most handsome man came to the stand. His smile alone nearly stopped my heart from beating. I hope I see more of him.

Today, that handsome man came by again. He introduced himself as Min Yoongi. I find him staring often at me. Today he had some fish to sell with our neighbor Seokjin. I wonder if I'll be seeing him again.

Yoongi stopped by today. He asked me about the best desserts in town and when I pointed him to Mrs. C.C. he left. Not even ten minutes later, he was handing me a box with my favorite macaroons.

It's been a week since Mr. Min has been in town. He says he doesn't linger much in one place, but he's finding it hard to leave. I wonder why that is? He says he's never considered settling down in one town, but there's something here that makes it hard to leave. I wonder if it's the sweets? He brings them by every day now. I look forward to his visits.

I snuck out of my bedroom this evening. I feigned ill and climbed out of the window, where Yoongi stood to help me. My dress got caught on the windowsill and tore. I supposed I'll have to mend it tomorrow morning. Yoongi took me on a walk. We went through Seokjin's massive backyard, into the field that overlooks the lake. We sat by an oak tree watching the fireflies. He told me about his family, his friends, and all the wonderful towns he visits. He tells me of the people, the infrastructure, and the overzealous fashion. We stayed late into the night until my head fell on his shoulder from tiredness. I hope he comes tonight.

Yoongi took me back to the lake tonight. We held hands for the first time and he laughed softly when I got flustered. I could write sonnets about him, but none would do him justice. I often find myself thinking about him, wondering what life would be like with him at my side. Perhaps I'm getting ahead of myself but Min Yoongi is the kind of man you don't let slip through your fingers.

Tonight, Yoongi surprised me with a beautiful lilac dress. The dress is beautiful and on the innermost layer, a small Y is embroidered over my heart. I adore this dress. I shall wear it often and think of him.

We kissed! Yoongi took me back to the field. We were sitting beside each other, our fingers laced. My head was resting on his shoulder as he told me a story about his adventures. He makes the world sound like such a huge place when all I've ever known is this small town. Perhaps there's more out there but it makes me nervous to think about. Yoongi says he'd take care of me and I believe him. He handed me a flower and when I sat up to take it, he looked me in the eyes and kissed me. I like kissing. A lot. I love kissing Yoongi. My lips feel like they're on fire in the best possible way. I hope we can kiss again.

Yoongi came by the stand today. He bought several items and put them in a basket. He wouldn't tell me what they were for but he asked me to meet him at our spot tonight. Our spot! Just thinking about it makes my heart flutter. I think I'm falling in love with him. In fact, I know I am. I love Min Yoongi.

Last night was wonderful! Oh, I am so overjoyed! Nothing can take the smile off my face. All the stuff he bought at the market was for a picnic for me! Me! Can you believe this? Oh, he's so romantic! But the best part of all, he kissed me again! We kissed for so long that my lungs ached, but it doesn't matter. I'd use the last of my breath to kiss Yoongi again. I love him.

My heart is breaking. Tears keep making the ink run and I keep wiping them away but they're easily replaced by a new wave of tears. Last night, Yoongi told me he'd have to leave town soon. Summer is ending, and he needs to be moving on before the cold months make it harder for him to travel and push his wares. I'm devastated. He's asked me to meet him at our spot tonight. I hope it won't be the last time I see him. I love him.

He's gone. Yoongi's actually gone. I spent last night with him and my body is sore. He professed his love for me and I for him. We made love under the oak tree. He kissed all of me and held me through the night. He asked me to go with him and I said no. I can't leave my family behind for a man. I love him truly, but I have a responsibility to them as well. I am unsure if he will be back, but I shall never forget him. He was my first kiss, my first love, my first everything, and he'll always have a place in my heart. Min Yoongi, live well. I love you.

send me a made-up fic title and i'll write a little something to go with it

[rubysunnday]

your song | c.b

Summary: Being in love with Colin Bridgerton is hard when the man keeps running off to different continents for months at a time. But the letters he writes and the songs he sends keep the romance alive.

It had been six, long months since Y/N had last seen Colin Bridgerton.

He had gone off travelling again, disappearing off one night with nothing more than a kiss on the cheek goodbye and a promise to write.

The romance between Y/N and Colin had struck out of nowhere. One night they'd been dancing as nothing more than friends and the next moment, there was something more. The way his hands tightened on her waist whenever Cressida said something mean felt different. The way he wrote her notes with every bunch of flowers he sent read differently.

The way he took her hand as she stepped out a carriage, his fingers gently entwining with hers, felt different.

Y/N had fallen head over heels for a man who hated staying in the same place for more than a week. And it was annoying.

He'd written to her more than he had his own family. He wrote to her everyday, judging from the dates on his letters and they arrived in bundles from the postman, all tied with a ribbon that somehow managed to match the dress she was wearing that day.

In the dozens of letters Colin had sent her, he wrote down every detail of the place he was in from the sunsets to the colour of the postboxes. The friends he was traveling with were both music students, desperate for either a career break or to find a new purpose in life.

One of them, Freddy, has been teaching me about the beauty of song writing and how all great pieces of music begin. I'm nowhere near the grandure of Mozart or the beauty of Beethoven or any musicale we've ever attended, but I'm enjoying it nonetheless.

I've found that in my writings there's always one thing I can never quite describe correctly. I search through books for the right words that could even begin to do you justice, my dear Y/N, but I find none. There's no word for describing the way you watch a musicale, or the way you talk about art and reading. There's no word on earth that could do you justice.

So, I hope this poor man's attempt at a song, written under strict guidance and a watchful eye, will begin to convey, just how much I love you.

Y/N had read the letter over and over, her eyes scouring each and every line, taking in the sloppy slant of Colin's handwriting and how he smudged the ink in his desperation to write and write and write.

She pulled out the final sheet of the letter and let out a small surprised gasp. It was a piece of music, the notes written precisely and intricately, the lyrics written messily and scrunched up underneath it. It was obvious which part Colin had been trusted with.

To Y/N

Your Song - by Colin Bridgerton

Y/N stood up from her desk and walked over to the pianoforte that sat in the corner of her room, covered in a thin layer of dust. Y/N wasn't an expert on the pianoforte, her and Colin had bonded over their failed attempts at playing. Colin could sing, though. And as Y/N read through the lyrics, tentatively playing a couple of notes on her dust keys, she could hear him singing it, his hand in her hair as they watched the sunset from the garden bench at Bridgerton House.

Their romance had been kept quiet. The ton was used to the two being openly affectionate with each other, constantly hugging or holding hands and none of them realised when it turned from friendship to romance.

Y/N and Colin had sat in the rose garden of Aubrey Hall one summer night, the sounds of the ball drifting over to them along the gentle breeze. Colin had quietly begun singing along to the song, his hands gently tracing a dance on Y/N's bare arm as she rested her head on his shoulder, her eyes shut.

Colin's singing voice was beautiful. And as Y/N played the song he'd written for her, she could imagine him sitting beside her and singing along, his hands over hers as she slowly played the notes.

Attending the opera without him felt bizarre. They'd begun a routine of sitting next to each other in the box, sharing the opera glasses and softly commenting on the music, the costumes, the lighting.

Y/N sat down in the box, scooting her chair close to the balcony. Her mother sat down next to her and sighed happily as she took in the view.

"Isn't this lovely?" She asked, picking up her opera glasses and looking through them at the stage. "I do love a concert."

Y/N said nothing, merely nodded. She kept thinking back to Colin's letter, of his promised return home in time for the concert. In time for him to sit down next to her, take her hand, and whisper about the music.

Y/N glanced up at the box the Bridgerton's sat in and tried not to let out a defeated sigh - still no Colin. Francesca caught her looking and gave her a sympathetic smile along with a shake of her head and Y/N turned back to the stage, trying not to let the disappointment sink in.

The orchestra began warming up, the music notes blending in with the quiet chatter of the audience. Y/N couldn't stop her eyes from constantly scanning the audience, the stage, the boxes, for any sign of Colin.

An excited whisper went over the audience as the lights were dimmed and the lights on the stage that illuminated the thick, red curtain were turned on.

For a minute there was silence. And then the orchestra began playing as the curtain flew up, revealing the actors on the stage.

My gift is my song, and this one's for you

And you can tell everybody

Y/N felt her heart do a bizarre skip. She recognised those words. She'd read them over and over again each night before she went to sleep. The piece of paper they had arrived on was now well worn and creased and she'd meticulously copied out the notes and the lyrics for fear of loosing them.

She scanned the audience again and felt her heart stop. The concert faded away as she focused on the man standing in the corner near the side door, a tiny smile on his face.

Colin Bridgerton stood with his hands behind his back, smiling up at her, his chin covered in the stubble of a beard. He was tanner then before and his hair had gotten lighter but it was still Colin.

Her Colin.

You see I've forgotten, if they're green or they're blue Anyway the thing is, what I really mean Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen

Y/N giggled and felt a smile appear on her face as she gave Colin the smallest wave possible, not wanting to attract attention. Colin waved back and nodded to the door that led to the auditorium. Y/N nodded in return and watched Colin disappear out the side door.

"Go on, then," Y/N's mother said, tapping her daughter's knee. "Go find him."

Y/N quietly slipped from her seat and pushed open the curtain, blinking at the bright lights in the corridor.

As she made her way down to the auditorium, she could hear angry voices that were trying not to yell. She rounded the corner and saw Anthony, Violet and Benedict Bridgerton all standing in front of a bemused looking Colin.

"You said you'd be back by the concert!" Anthony hissed, clearly irritated by Colin's lateness.

"It's hardly my fault the train got stuck by a tree, is it, Anthony?" Colin asked, sighing. "I'm here now, however, am I not? Stop fussing."

Anthony went off again, flailing his limbs around as he tried to knock some sense into Colin, his mother trying to be the peace maker between the two as Benedict tried, and failed, not to laugh.

"This isn't funny, Benedict!" Anthony snapped, turning to face his other brother as he snorted.

Benedict's smirk faded as he realised he was about to be on the end of Anthony's rant. He sighed and crossed his arms, physically bracing himself as Anthony went off again.

Colin, looking both bemused and annoyed at his family, turned and spotted Y/N, hovering at the stop of the stairs. His face fell from an annoyed smirk into a stunned smile as he stared up at her.

"They're actually both," Y/N said to Colin, her voice quiet enough that the three other Bridgerton's present had yet to realise she was there.

"What are?" Colin asked, walking up to meet her, taking each step slowly.

"My eyes," Y/N replied, smiling, dropping the skirt of her dress. "They're both colours."

Colin chuckled and looked like he was blushing. "I told you I wasn't good at song writing."

"Everyone else seemed to enjoy it," she replied as she heard the audience applaud loudly.

"Because Freddy worked on it for months until tonight," Colin replied. "Even then he wasn't sure about performing it. If he'd performed the version I'd written the ton would be complaining. I'm not very good at it."

"I think you're better at it than you believe, Mr Bridgerton," Y/N said as she continued walking down until they were both on the large step that broke up the stairs. "I'm not sure about the beard, however."

"Why?" Colin asked, a hand subconsciously flying to his chin and running across the stubble.

"Well, it just means that every time I go to kiss you, I will have to be tickled and scratched by it," she replied, her hand covering the one resting on his chin. She entwined her fingers with his. "But I can live with that."

Colin laughed and leant forward, kissing Y/N with the passion and desperation of not seeing her for six months. His hand rested on the back of her head, carefully minding her hair as his thumb stroked her skin.

"I think I'm going to stay here for now," Colin said softly, breaking apart from her, resting his forehead on hers. "Stay with you."

Y/N looked up at him, feeling his breath on her cheeks. "Colin Bridgerton, are you -"

"Yes," Colin said, cutting her off. "I am. Because it took being apart from you for six months to realise what I was missing. To realise that I travel the world searching for purpose and reason, when, in reality, my reason is you. The purpose of my entire being is you.

"Without you, I'm half a man. Without you, the travelling begins to feel like running away and I don't want to run from you. I want to take your hand and run with you. Forever if we wanted. I can run until you can't run anymore. And when you can't run anymore, I'll carry you."

Y/N smiled, pressing her lips together as she savoured the taste of his kiss. "Words are your forte, Mr Bridgerton," she said softly, stroking the side of his head, threading her fingers through his curls. "I'll run with you to the end of the world and back again. I'll take your hand in mine and I will never let you go. Not again."

Colin pressed his lips to her and Y/N smiled against his lips before returning the kiss. He smelt of his cologne, the sweet caramel biscuits he loved and, somehow, the floral, homely scent of Bridgerton House

He smelt of home. He was her home. Simply being in his arms was enough.

"I've just realised something," Colin whispered in her ear.

Y/N looked up at him, staring into his eyes. "What?"

"My family is watching us."

Y/N glanced behind him and saw the three Bridgerton's pretending to occupy themselves with anything else. Benedict was investigating a painting, Anthony was admiring the ceiling and Violet had been reading the program but glanced up at them with a smile.

And despite it all, Y/N let out a snort of laughter and dropped her head on to Colin's shoulder. "Of course they are."

Colin giggled, actually giggled, and rested his head on top of hers. "Better get used to it, love, I doubt they'll ever stop staring."

[aubreyprc]

burn for you

Hotchniss 1800 AU - loosely based on Bridgerton

Seven - Burn For You

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word count - 6.3k

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He once again wakes to an empty bed, his arm flopping down onto her side to find it still warm and he sits up, looking around the room as he wonders where she could have gone when her footsteps echo from the stairs. She enters the room wearing his dress shirt and he can not help the smile that beams on his face at the sight, her hair astray as she bites her bottom lip, two cups in her hand as she heads back to the bed.

"Hi," she says shyly, sitting on her side of the bed as she passes him his cup, a small smile on her face as she catches his eye.

"Good morning." he smiles, his eyes raking over her bare legs as she crosses them under her. The rain hitting the window the only sound as they each send a smile to the other as the recollections of the night before and earlier that morning replay in their heads.

"I did not want to wake you," she says softly, he smiles when he looks from the window back to her.

"You should have." he tells her, her shy side smile as she drops her head sending his heart insane, his whole body vibrating with love for her. He watches her as she looks out of the window, the hot cup in her hands as she smiles at the rain.

"What shall we do if the weather does not improve?" he asks her and she turns to him, smiling as he raises his arm, a smile on his face as she grins, going into his arms with ease, her back against his chest as they watch the rain, his fingers trailing mindlessly across her arm.

"There are always things to do," she tells him easily, "I found a lot of ways to entertain myself when I was not allowed out for weeks on end." she says, "After... you know." she says quietly, dropping her head, the whole subject raw for them, after everything that happened.

"I'm sorry..." he whispers, kissing her temple lightly and she smiles, lacing her fingers through his own.

"It is fine," she says, "it was a long time ago."

He is silent for a few moments, before he looks at her.

"What do you want to do?" he asks, "regarding children?" his voice soft, patient.

"I have no idea," she sighs.

"Whatever you decide. I am with you." he tells her and she faces him, smiling before kissing him gently, pulling away as the rain silences outdoors.

"If the weather remains calm we could head into the filed? Have some lunch?" she suggests.

"Sounds perfect," he smiles, chasing her lips again.

They are half a bottle of wine in, lay together in the grass, their laughs loud in the silent air, the sun shining down on them as they share a kiss, her happy laugh filling him with joy as he rolls them over, entwining their hands above her head as he smiles down at her, her own legs wrapping around his waist as he kisses her. The wine soon forgotten as they get lost in each other, grateful for the privacy as he takes her apart under the summer heat, the quiet whispers of love echoing through the trees.

They spend the rest of the three weeks falling deeper in love, their days full of laughter and smiles, their nights full of whispered confessions and soft kisses, joined with gentle touches and sounds saved just for each other. They wound up more in love with each other at the end of the three weeks than they were at the start, something that seemed impossible until they took that last step, now completely enchanted by each other.

On their last night, she lays next to him, gently running her fingers through his hair as they bask in their final night as just them before they go back into normal life, back into their roles.

"Have you thought about how public you want to make this?" he asks her as they lay there and she frowns, "we are not a private couple, there will be lots of people asking lots of questions—"

"I think," she smiles, "that we keep what we can behind closed doors." she tells him, "we don't owe anyone anything, we can be as public as we want and as private as we want. We do not need to put on a show for them all of the time."

He kisses her, catching her off guard slightly and she smiles into it. He smirks as he pulls away, gripping her hips as she moves to straddle him and he brushes the hair from her face.

"I hope this means you forgive me." he teases, and she smirks, dropping her head, her lips inches from his own.

"I suppose so," she whispers against them before kissing him, frowning as he lifts her head up, looking down at him she opens her mouth to speak.

"I wont betray you again." he tells her seriously, his eyes burning into hers.

"I know," she smiles, leaning down to kiss him again.

-

"What happened between you and Haley?" he asks her as she lays in his arms. She shakes her head.

"It does not matter." she tells him quietly.

"I am sorry that I kissed her." he says. She twists her body to face him.

"It is fine," she says, "You did not do anything wrong... You were a free man."

"Since the first moment we met, I have been yours." he whispers, running a thumb across her cheek, "I should not have done what I did."

"It is okay." she nods, taking his hand, "there is nothing to forgive."

"When you are ready to tell me what happened. I will be here." he says as she rolls back into his arms, her head resting on his chest.

"It was really not that dramatic." she says, "We... Had some disagreements after Matthew passed and we were never able to mend the friendship."

He kisses the top of her head, his fingers dancing on her arm as he sighs.

"I am sorry you lost so much in so little time." he whispers, she nods against his chest. "I love you." he whispers, and she smiles, turning to capture her lips in his.

"I love you too." she whispers.

By the time they are back in town it is dark, the area silent as they head up the steps to their house. She lets out a surprised yelp as she is lifted of the ground, laughing as she wraps her arms him as he holds her.

"Isn't this how gentlemen are suppose to take their news brides home for the first time?" he smiles as she carries her through the door and she laughs. Kissing him back when his lips meet hers.

"Welcome home." he whispers, and its then they realise they're home is with each other, safe and loved. She jumps back onto the floor when he puts her down, smiling as she wonders around, truly looking at the place like home for the first time.

"Is there anything you would like to change?" he asks and she faces the wall.

"We could paint over the walls," she mentions, "the colour is hideous." she tells him and he laughs, wrapping his arms around her as he stands behind her, resting his chin on her shoulder as they stare at his mother's portrait on the wall.

"She was beautiful." Emily whispers, placing her hands over his where the rest on her stomach, her back against his chest.

"She was," he agrees with a smile, "we could move it—"

"No," she shakes her head, "it should stay."

"Thank you." he whispers, kissing her temple, she turns around, her hands going around his waist as she looks up at him.

"But we are painting the walls." she whispers with a smile, and he laughs with a nod, kissing her gently as he backs them up, her laugh as she falls backwards onto the couch making him smile before she pulls him down by his tie, crashing her lips into his.

The next morning is peaceful, they spend it laughing together as they paint, neither notice Dave walk through the house just as she flicks paint at him, his laugh playful as he flicks some back and the older man shakes his head as he passes, leaving them to their own devices for a few more moments. Aaron grabs her waist and pulls her into him, placing a kiss into her smile as she leans back in his arms, happiness vibrating of the both of them as Dave re-enters the room, clearing his throat, and they both jump backwards and look at him, Emily's cheeks turning a violent red as she looks to the floor, holding back a smile as she rolls her lips.

"I shall not be here long," he tells them, "I am just here to remind you about the event you are to attend tonight."

"I am aware," Aaron tells him, "is that all? We are rather busy." he tells the man and Dave nods.

"Of course, carry on." he smirks, backing out of the room, the sound of their laughter hitting his ear just as he walks out of the front door and he smiles.

He is standing at the bottom of the stairs, moving his cuffs around when she heads down the stairs and his head snaps towards her. His eyes go wide as he see's her, his mouth going dry as she heads towards him and he clears his throat.

"You look... angelic." he whispers as his eyes follow her and she blushes, biting her bottom lip as she looks at him.

"You look handsome yourself," she smiles, moving his tie to the centre and smiling when he steals a chaste kiss.

"Shall we?" he says, entwining his hands with hers and she nods.

"Lead the way." she smiles, following behind him as she locks their hands together.

Her hand is still in his as they walk through the double doors of the Reid house, and she is not surprised when all eyes land on them. She steps closer to him as they head further into the room.

"Do people ever stop staring?" she says to him as she smiles at people she passes.

"No," he tells her with a smile of his own, "but you get used to it."

"Wonderful." she says sarcastically and he laughs before her family are stood in front of her, and he tenses.

"How was the honeymoon?" Elizabeth asks them as they take a glass of champagne from the tray passing them.

"It was nice," Emily smiles, "the scenery was delightful." she says and Clyde scoffs.

"I do not believe that you ventured outside of the bedro—" he starts, but he stops as he catches sight of Emily's evil daggers, clearing his throat as he looks away.

"You two are very popular around town. Everyone is quite happy with the match." she says, beaming at Emily, who uses all her strength not to roll her eyes, "we shall let you mingle." she says, "do come and find me later, Emily, there is something we must discuss." she says seriously, and Emily nods. Her mother isn't a meter away when she is grabbed again, this time by JJ and Elle, who usher her away with a smile while Derek and Spencer come beside him, their own smirks on their faces.

"How was it?" Elle smirks, JJ's staring at her.

"How was what?" she plays, looking between the two of them, "I do not know what you speak off." she says as she lifts the champagne flute to her lips.

"I suppose this means it is futile to think my child will be gaining a friend then.." JJ complains, placing a hand on her bump and Emily laughs, shaking her head.

"Speaking of that," Elle says as she looks around the room. "I have to tell you both something but you can not speak of it to anyone." she tells them, "not even to Will and Aaron." she says and the two women nod. "I am.. with child." she announces, holding back her smile as her friends mouths open in shock, happy laughs leaving their chest.

"Oh my gosh—" JJ screams, but silences when Elle shushes her.

"I have not even yet told Spencer. It was just confirmed today."

"Congratulations." Emily smiles, before she starts to frown and Elle looks at her.

"What?" she asks and Emily shakes her head.

"Nothing, I just realised that this means Spencer is having sex and that has made me feel quite ill." she says. Elle laughs and hits her arm, as JJ frowns as well, staring at Spencer as he stands with Derek and Aaron.

"That is not a nice image." she says and Emily nods in agreement.

"You two are idiots." Elle says as she rolls her eyes, "I could tell you just how—"

"No." The two women say in union, and Elle laughs.

Emily is walking through the halls, her mind elsewhere when she is grabbed by someone and she screams slightly, before realising who it is and she smiles, leaning her chest against his as his hands run down her back.

"What are you doing?" she laughs, and he smiles down at her.

"I missed you." Aaron says, before kissing her.

She pulls away with a smile, stroking his cheeks as she tilts her head.

"We are going to get caught." she tells him, but he silences her with another kiss, moving his hands from her back to her waist, about to pin her to the wall behind her when someone clears their throats and they just apart, snapping their heads towards the sound to find Clyde standing there.

"If you are going to partake in these.... activities, I would much prefer if you would do it in private." he tells them, looking away from them. "Emily, if you could follow me please, your mother would like a moment." he says, already starting to step away and she groans, sending Aaron a small smile before following, their hands remaining connected until their fingers entwined until she is too far away from him and they lose contact.

"What is going on?" she asks as she steps in stride beside him.

"Your mother would like to speak to you." he says, unable to look at her and she frowns, entering the door as he opens it for her, watching with shock as he sends a nod to Elizabeth before leaving the room.

"This is... not our house." she says, "you can not just bring me into a room—"

"The Reid's are old friends, I can talk to the duchess wherever I like." she tells her and Emily rolls her eyes. "We need to talk... about you and The Duke. About your... activities."

"Why does everyone keep calling it that." Emily mutters to herself, looking to the floor. "I am married now." she tells her as she looks up, "I can do what I like."

"You can, you are right." Elizabeth agrees, "but you also need to be careful. There is..." she stops, inhaling before looking at her, "there is something I need to tell you about, something that happened when you got your termination." Elizabeth says and Emily stares at her, waiting for her to continue, frozen on the spot as terror fills her veins.

"Something went wrong, towards the end." Elizabeth starts to explain. "You lost a lot of blood. You were in and out of consciousness for days, and—" she stops, clearing her throat, "we were told the chances of you being able to bare a child or... or carry to term without it being life threatening were rare.. and that having a child at all was a great risk." she explains, watching as her eyes widen as she takes in the news, confusion written all over her face as she stares at her mother.

"What are you saying?" she asks, her voice quiet, laced with shock and pain.

"I do not think that it is smart for you to have children. There is no way to guarantee for sure that you can... having a child is life threatening for you, complications and explanations that I did not understand but what I did was that you—"

"I could die?" Emily asks, "if I have a child... I could die?"

"We were told it was a high probability, yes." she says, "I am sorry, Emily. I know I should have told you before now—"

"Yes. Yes you should have." Emily shouts, running a hand through her hair as she turns away. "So... what now?" she laughs.

"That is up to you and The Duke—"

"I am to be a prude forever?" Emily shouts as she turns to face her again, laughing bitterly as her mother frowns at her language.

"I do not know of any other way to prevent pregnancy.."

"You are unbelievable." Emily tells her, "how could you keep this from me? How could you not tell me something like this?"

"I did not know how." Elizabeth defends.

Anger bubbles inside of her as she scoffs, shaking her head before she storms out, slamming the door behind her as she walks off.

It is as she is walking off that her mother's words register, and the world around her moves in slow motion as she heads off towards the main room, completely unaware of her surroundings, so much so that she passes Aaron, not seeing him and it takes him gently taking her arm and stopping her to break her trance.

"Are you okay?" he asks, she shakes her head and his heart crumbles. "What happened?"

"I would like to leave." she says, meeting his eyes, "can we leave?" she whispers and he nods quickly, worry clouding his mind as he walks them out of the house.

"Talk to me." he whispers as he takes her hand, walking them through their own door the pained look in his eye breaking his heart.

"I..." she whispers, "I have to tell you something." she says, walking off towards the lounge, and fear rises in him as he follows.

Her words break his heart, turn his terror into horror as he takes her hand, listening to her explain, and his heart clenches at the idea of loosing her, his whole body stoned with worry as he realises she could already be pregnant. He could already be loosing her, and he thinks he might be sick when she looks down to the floor, tears filling her own eyes.

He clears his throat before he speaks, not trusting to use it.

"So if you were to get pregnant, if we were to have a child... You could die?"

"That is what she said," she nods, "I am unsure on the details." she says and he nods, swallowing his fear at the idea of loosing her, the idea that she could die making him nauseous. They both sit in silence as they process the news, allow their brains to run wild and the thought of spending the rest of his life without her is enough to make him want to drop to his knees.

He is pulled from his thoughts when she stands, turning away from him as she wipes her tears, refusing to cry in front of him about this but he follows quickly, placing a hand on her shoulder but she moves from his touch, dropping her head as a quiet cry leaves her throat and he turns her, pulling her into his arms tenderly, wrapping an arm around her waist and another on the back of her head, stroking her hair as he kisses her temple while she cries, letting her grieve the prospect of a house full of children, a future they had barley even spoken about, a future she was unsure she even wanted, and he holds back tears of his own, heartbreak for her hurt, as well as his own, the notion that this could kill her horrifying.

"It's okay," he tries to soothe her but she shakes her head.

"No it's not," she cries, "I did not even know if I wanted them and now... and you. You deserve the option to have children. You—" He shakes his head, softly pulling her from his arms to make her look at him.

"You are everything." he tells her, "I can not live without you and if having you and growing old with you means that we do not have children then I am okay with that. I love you far more than a hypothetical child and I will love you forever. I need you here. I can not lose you. If children are a risk then it is one we do not take."

"But—" she tries but he shakes his head again, placing a tender hand on her jaw.

"I can not lose you." He tells her, "not now. Not ever. I burn for you. There is nothing I would not do to keep you here with me." he says as he wipes her tears. "Forever with you is enough." he whispers and she nods, falling back into his arms, her own wrapping around his waist as he holds her tightly.

"I burn for you, too." she whispers and he nods, kissing her head.

"You are enough." he tells her, closing his eyes and breathing her in, the last hours events reminding him just how fragile everything is, and just how quickly you can lose someone.

She meets the other women that next morning, a fake smile on her face as she still recovers from the nights revelations and she finds herself forgetting for awhile, about the news she was given, until JJ turns to her and Penelope.

"So," she smiles, "when will the two of you be gracing us with children." she smiles and Penelope laughs while Emily throws on her best fake smile, one she has had perfected for years, and listens as Penelope talks of a future about a house full of kids, and it soon gets too much.

"Would you excuse me for a moment?" she says, already standing and their eyes jump to her and they rise as she does.

"Is everything okay?" JJ asks her and she smiles.

"Yes, I am just going to get some air." she lies.

"Em." JJ says and she stops, turning on the spot and faces them all. "What happened?"

"Nothing—"

"You used to be a better liar." Elle points and she sighs, seeing no reason for lying.

"Last night my mother told me something... about—" she stops, "she said there were some complications, a few years ago and that having a child could.. kill me. I could die." she explains and her friends gasp, staring at her with shock.

"Oh my gosh.. Em—" JJ starts but she shakes her head.

"Honestly it is a none issue, I was unsure if I wanted them at all and it seems now the decision was made for me." she smiles, using humour to cope with the ache in her chest as they all look at her with sad eyes. "And I am sure between the three of you there will be enough children to keep this town running for years." she laughs and they laugh with her, before walking towards her, hugging her tightly. Emily holds back her tears as she swallows, trying to ignore the jealously that ripples through her as JJ and Elle subconsciously touch their growing bumps as they pull away.

She rushes up the stairs in seconds, finding Aaron standing in their bedroom, turning to face her when her steps head his way and he's taken a back when she wraps her arms around the back of his neck and kisses him roughly, his hands automatically finding her waist to pull her into him as he kisses her back.

"Em—" he says and he pulls away, "we can't—"

"We can." she says, before kissing him again, but he pushes her backwards slightly, ignoring her groan of frustration as she stares at him. "What are you doing?"

"Emily," he says seriously as he looks at her, "this is not a joke." he tells her, "you could die, do you understand that? Getting pregnant is a huge risk and I am not risking your life. I love you. I can not.. I will not live without you."

"We can not spend the rest of our lives scared of this." she tells him. "There is a risk, I know.. trust me I know but we can not spend the rest of our lives at arms length because of a what if... what sort of life is that?" she asks and he sighs, stroking her cheek as he looks at her. "There are methods—

"It it not one hundred percent.." he whispers, his eyes falling to her lips as they move inches closer to his own.

"I need to feel something that isn't this." She says sadly, "we can not spend the rest of our lives afraid." she says as she meets his eyes, but when he makes no move to kiss her she nods, smiling sadly as she steps backwards, looking to the ground as she walks off. She is barley out of the door when she spins her, her chest banging into his own.

"We can not spend the rest of our lives afraid." he whispers in agreement, before kissing her, his hands meeting her bare shoulders as he pushes off her coat.

Months pass, and the couple live by the motto ignorance is bliss. Yet that does not mean the fear does not linger, that there is not an intense panic in the both of them every month until she gives him the small nod they have come to use as an indication of all clear. She had only been late once in the last six months, and the terror that rose through him was enough to for him to have her at a distance for the entire month afterwards, even after she had told him they were fine. That she was fine. But, things soon fell back into place, both determined to not spend the rest of their lives afraid of the what if, instead choosing to live everyday like their last, and they suppose it is why they are so happy, so in love, because they know how quickly it can be taken from under them. Children become an unspoken once dream, neither allowing the thoughts to consume them. They were surprised by how easy they were able to accept the fact they would never have a child, how happy they were with just the two of them and he knows he would take her over anything no matter what.

It isn't until JJ gives birth, that it really hits her that she'll never feel the love of a child, never wear the look that JJ wears on her face as she looks down at her new born son, but that is not what breaks her heart. What breaks her heart is when JJ passes the few week old baby to her husband, and his eyes light up with a spark she has never seen before, his smile wide as the baby wraps his small hard around his large finger, his quiet, happy laugh hitting her ear like a siren and she feels her heart snap in half, has too look away from the scene in front of her when she remembers that she will never be able to give him that. Never be able to give him a little girl he can fawn over, a daughter who will hold him to the highest regard must like she did her own, never give him a son he can teach to box, who he can raise to be strong, who he can break the chain is father created in his own upbringing, never be able to give him an heir to the title his family has held for years and she backs out of the room, it suddenly feeling smaller than it should, her heart being rapidly against her ribs as her stomach flips, the pain in her chest worse than anything she has ever felt and she hates that she is once again the burden, that she is once again the reason why the person she loves will never get to be a father. She hates that once again its her that is the issue, the problem, as she leans against the wall outside, a hand to her chest as she takes deep breaths, holding back the sobs that catch in her throat, closing her eyes. Her breath is uneven as she exhales, her hands shaking as she clenches a fist and she almost feels as though she may fall to the floor, sick to her stomach at the memory of Aaron's face as he looked at JJ's son, the admiration in his eyes, the smile on his face...

"I thought I saw you come out here," Aaron smiles as he stops her, but he smile drops instantly when he looks at her, broken written all over her face, tears glassing over her eyes. "What is the matter?" he asks, reaching a hand out to take hers, shock taking over when she moves from his touch instantly.

"I find I do not feel very well," she tells him, "I think I should go." she says, looking anywhere but at him.

"Okay," he says easily, "I will tell them—"

"No," she says, "you stay." she smiles as best she can as she forces herself to look at him, "I will see you later on."

"Emily..." he tries but she shakes her head, telling him to enjoy his day and that she will just try and get some rest, she is gone before he can reply.

She holds her head high as she heads back to her estate. It is only when the door closes behind her and she is in the comfort of her house does she curl over, a harsh sob leaving her chest, painful and raw as she places her hand over her mouth, taking a sharp deep breath as she stands straight and rushes up the stairs, her tears falling quickly as she rushes into the bedroom, grabbing her bag and some of her clothing, tossing the items into the bag before she drops to the bed, crying into her hands as her dreams of him and her die along side her dreams of ever having a family of her own, of ever having love, of ever being anything apart from a disappointment. She rushes to her feet as she hears the door shut, wipes her tears quickly as his footsteps head towards her and she turns to face the window, unable to see the look on his way when he walks in.

"What are you doing?" he asks, his voice laced with confusion as he looks at the clothing on the bed, the half packed bag. "What is this?"

"Nothing," she says after she clears her voice, heading towards the closest to grab her other items only for him to grab her wrists, force her to look at him as he stands in front of her.

"You're crying." he says gently, "Em... sweetheart, what happened?"

She pulls from his grip, stumbling backwards as she wipes her cheeks, shaking her head as she swallows.

"I— I can not do this." she tells him, "I can not stay here and deny you the right to a family... to children..." she explains through her heart break, her voice hoarse with tears. "I will not burden you with—" she drops her head as she stops.

"What?" he asks, "where has this come from? We have discussed this, Emily. I am happy, more than happy with you just, just us. You have not denied me anything. Where did you get the idea that it was ever a burden to me?"

"I am the burden here. I have trapped you." she shouts, "I saw how you looked at JJ's baby today, do not stand there and tell me you did not want children because you would be lying and we both know it." she says, holding back her tears as she looks away from him.

"I want you more." he tells her, "I will always want you more."

"I have taken away your chance at having a family. I have—" she stops, dropping her head as she tries to hold back her sob as she shakes her head. "You should have the choice. You should have an heir to the title that has been in your family for years and you—"

"Emily please—"

"No," she says, shaking her head, "I can not be yet another burden to the person whom I love. I— I can not be the reason why you are never able to have the family you know that you want." she tells him, tears falling down her cheeks as she looks at him. "I am setting you free." she whispers.

"I do not want to be set free." he shouts, "nor do I want a family with anybody but you." he tells her. "You are not a burden to me. You are my choice. You are my heart. And I love you regardless of what you may believe." he tells her as he gently lifts her head with a finger under her chin. "It is you who I want forever with." he whispers. "Please do not think that just because we can not have children that I will love you any less. Ending the Hotchner line with me was my plan before you were even in my eye line, ending the Hotchner line with you will be the greatest joy of my life because we will be together, old and senile and in each others arms until the end and I will love you all through it." he tells her gently, wiping her tears as she looks at him, her expression soft yet guarded, and it breaks his heart that she believes so little in how much she deserves to be loved. He cups her face, smiling softy at her. "In case you ever foolishly forget, I am in awe of you, in love with you to the end. You must know you are the light in my life and I could never not be hopelessly in love with you. Do not ever think for a moment that you are anything but treasured to me, you are mine, and I am yours." he tells her, wiping the last of her tears with his thumb before she goes into his arms, wrapping her own around him tightly as he holds her close.

"I am sorry—" she starts, but he shushes her, shaking his head.

"There is no need for apologies," he whispers, "I know today could not have been easy for you." he says, slowly pulling her from his arms to look at her. "I too am sorry that the choice of children was taken from you. Whether you would have wanted to have had some or not, I am sorry that the option is gone..." he whispers and she nods, smiling sadly.

"Me too," she says quietly, taking his open hand and lacing their fingers together. "I think I would like a small sleep," she says, "care to join me?" she asks and he kisses her forehead, already throwing the bag onto the floor.

"Always." he whispers, dropping his lips from her forehead to her lips gently, before he steps around her, closing the curtains.

He slides in next to her a few moments later, the new long fire warming up the room as the heat from the fire expands and he wraps her in his arms, kissing her forehead as her eyes fall closed.

"I love you." she whispers to him, folding herself into his hold, her head resting on his shoulder.

"And I love you." he whispers, running his fingers down her back, "Rest." he says, "I am right here."

They are careful, more than careful, the repercussions always in the forefront of their mind, but he was correct when he told her nothing was one hundred percent, and she finds herself showing symptoms of their worst fear yet most ignored dream not four weeks later. It started with her being unwell, light headaches that would pass further into the day, a sick feeling it in put of her stomach that had her lurching forward most mornings, but neither but it down to what they feared it was, choosing to hope that she was just under the weather, caught a case of the flu from the winter season coming upon them. It isn't until she there is a failure of the return of her monthly sickness twice that the panic sets in, her chest feeling tight as she makes her way down the steps, a horrified look in her eye that has his heart falling into her stomach when he looks at her, his smile dropping instantly.

"No." is all he says as he looks at her, all other words lost apart from that single one, with so many meanings behind it.

"I—" but she stops, nothing to say, meeting his eyes with a small shake of her head with no idea what to do.

"Are you sure?" he asks her gently, she can only nod in response, shock hitting her like a wave as it dawns on her what is happening. What this could mean.

"JJ and Elle... they had the same signs. Sudden sickness, lack of—" she does not continue, seeing no reason to explain what he already knows. "What are we going to do?" she whispers, fresh tears falling from her eyes and he rushes to her, pulling her into her arms. He kisses the side of her head, holding her as close as possible. But he doesn't answer. There is no answer to give.

Her mother paces the lounge as she takes in the news. Emily sits on the couch, staring into space as she twists the ring on her finger.

"There is always termination—"

"She almost died last time," Aaron tells her with anger, "who is to say that is no as or more dangerous than having the child?" he asks.

"It is less of a risk—"

"No." Emily says, looking at the two of them as they turn to her. "Each option has the same risk, there is no solution." she tells them. "I am having this child." she stands.

"Emily—" He starts.

"I wish to discuss this no further. I am going to lay down." she tells them, before leaving the room.

"You should have been more careful. You knew the risks—" Elizabeth spits at him as he storms off, her eyes widening when he turns.

"And you should have never put her in this position in the first place." he snaps, "you know where the door is, please see yourself out." he tells her before heading up the stairs.

He stops at the door, his heart breaking as she wipes her tears.

"She has left," he tells her, taking small steps into the room, a soft smile on his face in hopes to comfort her. "We need to talk about this."

"There is nothing to talk about." she says. "Each option is dangerous."

"Yes, but—" he tries but she shakes her head, taking his hands in her own as she stands in front of him, smiling as she looks at him.

"There is no safer decision. No better outcome." her voice is soft as she smiles sadly at him. "I may—"

"Don't," he begs in a whisper, the thought of the word falling from her tongue making him sick. He closes his eyes as she cups his cheek, lets his tears fall silently as she wipes them with a gentle thumb.

"The possibility is high, and this is a risk." she agrees as his eyes open to look at her, "but if in the end this does not work out in the way we can only hope for. You will forever have a part of me, forever have a purpose." she nods, "I have made my choice, and I can only wish for you to accept it."

"Please don't do this." he whispers brokenly. "Please do not make me choose—" he drops his head but she lifts it, smiling at him with soft sad lips before kissing him, feeling her skin burn under his touch as he pulls her closer.

"I need you to understand why I must." she whispers, "I need you to accept this. I need you to be happy."

"I can not be happy without you." he tells her.

"I am not going anywhere." she nods, forcing him to look at her as she gently grabs his cheeks.

"Promise me this is forever." he whispers as his eyes burn into her own, "promise me that—"

"I promise. " she tells him, before he silences her with another kiss.

A kiss that lets her know he is by her side, but also a kiss that tells her his fear, his panic, but it is so loved with love she can not help but smile, knowing being loved by him, even if for a short while is a blessing enough, no mater what.

They keep it a secret from their friends, knowing their news is bittersweet, knowing that telling them makes it real, knowing that telling them burdens them with the knowledge that Emily could die, and they decide to allow them their peace, allow them to all fawn over JJ and Elle and their new additions, and to announce their news when they must, when they are left with no other choice.

Her bump grows rather quickly, his hands over it every night as he whispers soft words of love and promises, a smile on his face as he looks up to his wife as she runs a hand through his hair, her own joy written over her face.

The first ball of the new season means they are to attend and he makes his nerves known about her being in a stressful environment, how keeping her calm and safe was his main priority but she shushes him with a soft kiss and a smile. Her dress covers her growing bump and he looks at her with awe, the glow in her face breath taking as she heads towards him.

Aaron keeps an eye on her during the event, always watching to make sure she is okay, is not in pain, is safe and surrounded by people who care.

He comes up behind her, wrapping his arms around her, lacing their fingers together on her stomach as he rests his cheek on the side of her head after kissing her cheek.

"How are you feeling?" he whispers and she smiles, leaning back into him.

"I am good." she says, turning to face him slightly. She grabs his jaw gently and kisses him, smiling. She pulls away and turns back to the floor, watching JJ and Will and Spencer and Elle dance with their new children, happiness bouncing off them and she sighs, dropping her head to his shoulder and he holds her tighter.

"We are going to have that," he whispers to her, the feel of her smile making his heart flutters. "We are going to be okay."

"We are going to be okay." she agrees with a whisper, laughing happily as the feel of their baby kicking hits their hands. "We're going to have that." she says as she turns to him, kissing his smile as he looks at her.

Their daughter is born on summers day, and when the baby is placed in her arms, she looks to Aaron with a smile, his kiss making her laugh as their new baby reaches her hand out, taking Aarons finger in her grip.

They name her after his mother. She had her mother’s dark eyes, their shared dark hair and her fathers features, although if you him, she’s all Emily.

Three months later they get that moment they’d only dreamed about, and they dance with their daughter, along side their friends and their children.

Their dream of a family becomes a reality, and the Duke mansion is one now filled with love and laughter, forever and always.

Fin

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hi bestie! I absolutely love love love all of your writing, i think i've read everything you've written at least four times over, and you actually triggered me into my bridgerton phase!! I'd never seen the show nor was I planning to but when I saw that you wrote for the characters I decided i had to watch the show just to get more context for your fics!

You're also one of my absolute fave Moon Knight writers on here, I've been dying for more fics like yours but I can't find anything like them!

Congrats on 900 absolutely well deserved, couldn't think of a better person this could happen to!

If it's not too much to ask, could I ask for a ship with oscar isaac characters?

I'm 5'4" (shorter than Oscar Isaac, idk why that really makes me happy), short curly black hair (lol just like him ig), I have more of an olive complexion, and rn im super burnt bc of summer.

in my spare time i usually read, i'm a full-time student atm so not much time for that during the school year, i'm working in an epilepsy research lab rn, so i'm a proud woman in stem. Other than that I play two instruments, and I like to sing though i'm not the best at it. I can speak a few languages, and I try to volunteer in my hospital's emergency department once or twice a week.

Anyways, love you so so much can't wait to see what else you're going to bless us with in the future! *mwah* *mwah* *mwah*

Hello there <3 Thank you so much for your kind words, I appreciate it!

But my requests are closed now, it's in my bio. 900 followers celebration event ended last week, I'm catching up with a couple of requests that was already sent at that time.

Feel free to send your request when I open my requests again though. Have a lovely day/night, much love 💌

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HEYYYY I'm back, very late, I know! But *distressed gurgling noises*. Sorry?? As for fic recs and sangcheng, I'm going to wait until the reveal so I can DM you about it, if you would like? Yess, it's precisely sweating that makes me hate summer haha. It is, truly, yes, the time between Christmas and new year is so sweet, the liminal days as some Tumblr post put it. OMG I'M CACKLING. That was a ride!! dfgdhjshxjdjd yes it's Heaven's official blessing, or TGCF (shortened Chinese title). Yes, I have read both of mxtx's other works- TGCF and svsss. TGCF is my favorite of all three of her books!

Oh yeah, having Meng Yao realise earlier what a douche his dick of a father is would be most wonderful for him AND other characters. Much less grief, surely. I'm alright with any canon divergence with the side characters. I just don't like wwx and lwj making different choices lol. ANYTHING ELSE is super fine! Omg that sounds beautiful. I hope you had a merry Christmas, Niko! Ah we don't celebrate xmas, no! But my holidays have been delightful! Oh wow, that's such a detailed answer. (2)

I prefer tea these days. Back in college, I used to drink coffee on the regular. Now, however, I'm more interested in ginger tea these days. I make it fresh each time- grate fresh ginger, boil it in water with tea powder and some sugar on the stove. I haven't really tried fancy teas, I don't think I'm much of a teabag person. I'd need loose tea haha. I like the ritual of making it, you know? As it so happens, Niko, this bunny is allergic to apples. I start sneezing as soon as I eat even a single bite of an apple, same with pears as well. Guess what my favorite fruit is? Apples! *saddest bunny sniff* green apples more so but I can't eat them! 😔

Cooking shows are soooo good, but it's been years since I have seen a proper cooking show. All of your recs sound amazing, I might check them out next year when I have time (busy with college work, you see). Oooh what all have I watched? Mostly Netflix shows and cdramas. Cdramas first cuz those are the ones I recently watched and hence, also remember - Joy of Life, Nirvana in Fire, the romance of tiger and rose, Hikaru No Go, Go ahead, TGCF donghua. Western shows- locke and key, Euphoria, Sex Education, (ohmygod I seriously can't recall any other. Rip my memory but I watched SO MANY shows ahhhhhh), I'm currently watching Bridgerton. If I remember, I shall tell you when the reveal happens. NIKO, even I watched the pillowbook and it's prequel, and yes, I have to agree that they aren't my favourites too. They were mehhh. I only liked it cuz of Dijun (purple robes, silver hair fella)! (3)

I'm pretty sure I messed up the numbering. I hope you can figure them out AHHHHHHH I don't even know the number of this text dfgdjdhdjdhdhd

Questions now! Idk have many questions honestly haha. I'm just excited for the reveal lmao. Who amongst the MDZS characters, would be your best friend and who would be your enemy? Kiss marry kill- JC, NHS, WWX? What's your favorite and least favorite arc/subplot in MDZS/cql? Alright, that's all for now! Talk to you soon- 🐰

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Heyyyyy my dear bunny, I missed you!! But don't worry, life happens! I understand haha Alright, let's wait for the big reveal so you can give me all da SangCheng fic recs! I am EXCITED! Omg okay yes, TGCF, I recognise that. And SVSS, taht one too. That was one crazy ride it's true hahaha If TGCF is your fav then it's all the more reason for me to get to TGCF next! Who is your fav character in TGCF (I wanna have that in mind when I read it haha) Ohhh! Now that's interesting! Why don't you like canon divergence for WangXian? I am intrigued! And thank youuu! I had a great Xmas and great stomachache cause I just didn't stop eating hahaha I lay awake with cramps regretting everything just to do it all over again the next day oops... talk about learning from your mistakes and stuff... hahaha May I ask where you come from? Is it a personal decision that you don't celebrate, is it religiously influenced or is it because of where you live? I hope that didn't sound disrespectful, if so (if I ever sound disrespectful for that matter) please let me know. I am always willing to learn and improve! <3 Ohhh yes, fresh ginger tea is amazing! I have never tried it with sugar, though, but now I am curious. And I actually have a teashop right around the corner where I can get fancy loose tea. Tell me what you like and I'll send you something ;)

Ohhhh noooooes you are allergic to apples! Nooooo! I am so sorry, esp since you like them! I have a friend who is allergic to tomatoes but loves tomato sauce. Ahhh it always breaks my heart Oh! I watched the first episodes of Euphoria but then I didn't have access anymore and I was so sad about that. And I think I also watched Sex Ed! And Netflix recommended Bridgerton to me only yesterday. It seemed interesting! Do you like it so far? (Also Imma so gonan check out your recommendations!!) HAHAHAHA OMGGG BUNNY! YES; I ONLY WATCHED IT FOR DIJUN! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT hahahahahaha Also I was so confused when everything was different in Pillowbook. Like they took great care to build it all up in Eternal Love and then EVERYTHING. IS. DIFFERENT. Ohh but I loved the General. What's his name... the one who was by Dijun's side as his right hand man and leader of the troops during that one life. Do you know who I mean? The sweet sweet boy ahhh man I took a bazillion screenshots of him hahaha I enjoyed your numbering haha it was almost perfect hahaha

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Who yould be my best friend? Uhmmmm... I guess someone who supports me, likes my enthusiasm but also helps me remember how the world works and sprinkles in a tad of realism. Lan Xichen perhaps! And I'd also have a great time with Lan Jingyi! haha omg all the LansBut I'd enjoy the presence of most characters tbh!!Enemywise... I only dislike people who hurt others so I guess if I witnessed one of them hurting my friends they'd become my enemy? Sadly I guess it'd be Xue Yang then. Or my baby Meng Yao if I had been close with NHS and or NMJ. I mean JGS and WRH are a given so I don't really mention them.Now tell me about you! I can't wait to hear about it!!omggg why are you giving me that super hard choice!!? Uhmmm... Kiss them all, have them marry their loved ones and pls, pls let them live! xDDDDD *sneakily sneaking out of this one*As for arc/subplot please let me know your thoughts on this! I honestly can't tell, I's have to watch it all over again cause I forget way too quickly. But there were defo parts I enjoyed mor ethan others. I'll think about it!Feel hugged!!!