#simply good sense for a duke's daughter

[somegirlsnerdywords2]

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[princessanonymous]

When Night Comes

Platonic Yandere Vampire

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First Chapter

6. 𝓒𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓼𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

Dinner in the vampire's grand estate was a silent but pleasant affair for (Y/n). The food was unlike anything she had ever seen before. She had heard that noble meals were separated into multiple courses, but the lavishness of it all exceeded her expectations. Five courses in total, with the last one offering a delightful assortment of sweets and fruits.

She ate quietly, aware of the vampire's watchful gaze on her throughout the meal. As he reached the end of his own meal, her attention was drawn to the glass filled with a red liquid at his side. The sight of it, coupled with his actions, sent a shiver down her spine. She knew all too well what the crimson liquid truly was. The vampire called a servant, who took the glass and refilled it with the disturbing substance.

Feeling a sense of unease and in need of diverting her thoughts, (Y/n) broke the silence, saying, "I am growing bored. There is nothing to do here."

The vampire arched an elegant eyebrow, waiting for her to elaborate. "Would you like more dolls?" he suggested.

She rolled her eyes, her frustration mounting. "I don't need more dolls," she retorted. "I want something genuinely interesting to do. I miss going into the forest."

"No," he replied firmly.

She gave him an outraged look. "Why?"

"Too dangerous," he said dryly.

Brows furrowing in irritation, she argued, "I've spent a lot of time in the forest near my home! This one can't be any different."

"You won't go anywhere," he hissed, and the air grew noticeably colder around them.

Her stomach twisted, but she wasn't ready to back down. Her mind raced for an alternative. "If I can't leave this estate, can't I at least do something here? The horses! I want to ride horses."

"No," he fumed, his anger so palpable that it led to a shattering glass as he tightened his grip. "I don't want to hear any more about this matter."

The blood was now dripping on the table. She pushed her chair back. It was a good thing the table cover was red. As servants rushed to clean up the mess, (Y/n) pushed her chair back, her appetite vanishing.

Well, she had at least tried with the vampire, she pondered. There were still the servants she could try to convince. She had talked briefly with one servant named Mary. (Y/n) wondered if she would be able to use this to her advantage. Instead of insisting on it, she would occasionally talk to that lady to gain her trust.

"I shall buy new books," the vampire announced, his tone more composed. "What would suit your taste?"

She hesitantly lifted her head and shrugged. "I don't know," she admitted meekly, still mindful of the vampire's previous anger. "I don't read much."

He narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean, you don't read much ?"

She fidgeted, unable to understand what was so wrong with her statement. "Not really necessary when harvesting food, is it ?" She reasoned with a dismissive shrug, hoping her response would suffice.

The vampire sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I suppose we shall have to change that, then," he remarked with a shake of his head.

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"Now, I want you to be on your best behavior," the duke instructed, his gaze sweeping over (Y/n) from head to toe, making the final adjustments to her appearance as the maid who had dressed her discreetly retreated.

(Y/n) let out an impatient sigh. "Is this really necessary?"

"Yes," the man— vampire, insisted. "I must ensure my daughter is well educated." Another exasperated sigh escaped her, and she crossed her arms. "None of that now, do you know how difficult it is to find a governess willing to work during the night ?"

"No," she acknowledged with a careless shrug. "But you wouldn't have to if you simply agreed to me having lessons during the day."

He scoffed at the suggestion as if it were the most ridiculous thing he ever heard. "That would disrupt your sleep schedule."

A servant knocked at the door before announcing : "Mrs. Mitchell has arrived, Sir."

"Let's proceed," he ordered, striding toward the door. The girl practically had to jog to keep up with his brisk pace.

They entered the reception room, where the tutor was sitting, waiting for them. The woman had a sharp, stern look about her. She wore a white chemise and a long black skirt reaching her ankles.

"Good evening, Duke de Beauvoir," greeted the woman.

"Greetings, Mrs. Mitchell," he replied politely. "Please, take a seat," he offered.

The adults engaged in conversation, and (Y/n) stood beside the vampire, remaining silent. Her thoughts drifted, and she began to daydream. Eventually, Mrs. Mitchell decided it was time to assess her current level of knowledge.

The tutor instructed her to read and write a little. After the brief examination, she slightly furrowed her brows and remarked, "She appears to be slightly behind, but I believe this can be rectified in no time."

"Very well," the man agreed. "A room will be prepared for you, and your lessons will commence on Monday night at 6:00 PM."

At this time of the year, the sun sets early in London. (Y/n)'s jaw dropped in outrage. That was insanely early. She was usually still in bed at that time. Nonetheless, they agreed on the hours without the girl's consent.

Mrs. Mitchell, however, seemed curious and ventured to ask, "May I inquire why nighttime is the preferred time for these lessons?"

The vampire's expression turned cold. "I do not believe that is any of your concern, Mrs. Mitchell."

The tutor nodded humbly. "Of course, Duke de Beauvoir. I apologize."

He accepted her apology, then turned his gaze to (Y/n). "Your duty is to educate my daughter, not to interfere in our affairs."

"Understood," Mrs. Mitchell replied with utmost respect.

(Y/n) couldn't help but wonder how the woman would react if she eventually discovered the truth. Would she leave? Or would fear keep her bound, much like the other servants?

The vampire placed a cold hand on her shoulder as they left the room together. Lately, he had expressed an interest in teaching her to play chess.

[punkeropercyjackson]

Honestly why even bother making Jason afrolatino if you're not gonna write him as he is in canon when that's what actually'd make him work good rep for us.What i mean by this is

His ego is huge,he's super tough and an edgelord,has anger issues and brutal ass tactics and is a morally gray vigilante but he's ALSO a huge woman respecter to the point he thinks they're better than men,is extremely kind with a huge soft side and his exterior attitude and Red Hood are trauma responses that're framed as valid on his end so he's not the 'Scary Black Man' stereotype and with the exception of the vigilante part this is actually a pretty common personality type for irl black men-Important note that i don't fall under the attitude but i AM a black man(and woman)

He's been a huge nerd since he's debut in both meanings of it-He's a genius who was a star student in school and loves classical literature,theater and speaking articulately and poetically but just happens not to 24/7 since he's a comic book character,not a Shakespearen one

And his soft sunshine boy with hidden depths Robin self is a critical part of making him as black latino work-You can't go with the retcon of him as a mini thug because it's extremely dangerous stereotyping

Duke as his favorite brother-It's erasure with white gringo Jason but even worse and just stupid because both of them being black would it EVEN BETTER writing they're eachother's number one Batboy pick.Ain't no nigga picking Tim when the only other black guy in the factor is Right There and fuck ya aus,keep Jason white in them and leave afrolatino Jason out of your mess

He hasn't expressed a particular preference for girls he likes but HAS for the ones he dosen't and it's preppy perfect judgemental ones who try to 'tame' him so rip all y'all's white X Readers LMFAO.Worth noting that his canon girlfriends have been a half cambodian tomboy(Rose),an edgyptian butch(Artemis)and a darkskin black woman(Dana)and that he's actively rejected a white blonde girl on the basis of her being too normal(Isabel)and Kory post deblackification so i think it's obvious where his tastes lie

You CANNOT make him and Roy or Batcest a thing-I don't think i need to explain why pairing up a white man who knew an afrolatino since he was 14 and him grown with a daughter and putting him in incest is violently antiblack

Poverty is not inherently bad in black or latino characters and there was a point in canon where it was used as simply an element in Jason's story instead of demonization so use that edition.But making him a drunkard,a smoker or a sex fiend is 100% perpetuating stereotypes and he's canonically the opposite of all three so again,sometimes things that are canon are better

Him being tall and super jacked and intimidating looking can actually enchance it-He uses it to his advantage to get people he dosen't like to fuck off because they buy into the propaganda and gives him more deepness with the rest of his personality

This includes him being a real gamer and his neapolitan food addiction and your headcanons on his other tastes should follow their lead-His favorite characters should be black and latino ones(His favorite Marvel hero is Miles Morales,it's canon to ME),he should listen to black and latino artists,he should eat black and latino food and know how to make it for that matter,etc

Back to a Duke situation-You also can't make a white woman instead of Talia his adoptive mom for obvious reasons and imo if you're gonna make him and Stephanie besties,she should be black too for that black best friends and found siblings rep(She works as a black woman as much as he does a black man and i'll make a manifesto of that like i did him if asked).This applies to the Team Dad Jason take too in the sense that he should mentoring Damian and Nell and Tiffany since they're Batgirls instead of white kids

In summary what i'm trying to say is:If you're going to see Jason as an afrolatino man,you need to go beyond just the aesthetic and little bits you feel like including because you think they're appealing and actually write him as an afrolatino man,as Jason Todd and not some random guy

@nogender-onlystars @willieoo @mayameanderings @desi-pluto @insomniac-jay @vulnonapixes-dc-corner

[thehappiestgolucky]

I am holding them at you very politely I'm gonna have such a long ramble about them I need to talk about them even if its not coherent-

There is spoilers. You are warned

DD:DA

For my DD verse DD:DA and DD2 are in the same world and timeline. DD:DA took place long before Vermund and was basically a crack in the cycle before it shattered in DD2.

Odessa in DD:DA was 12, Cassardis village kid who was more raised by her village because her parents were dead (universal constant of Odessa sweetie Im so sorry). Her will is like a goddamn supernova compared to most other Arisen - especially the ones in her world. When she stook against Grigori the first time around mostly everyone didn't even want to believe it because like - thats a child. A child that got chosen as Arisen, survived fight against a goddamn giant dragon. So she was often met with far more scrutiny because despite the scar being very real and pawns very much heeding her command - very few adults actually believed in her ability to slay the Dragon.

Agira is her main pawn, who had a failed Arisen before but that is a scar on his back from long ago. The previous Arisen didn't mark too much of their will onto him - being of pretty little will, so relatively despite having a failed Arisen he's fairly trauma free. For now. When he was first summoned her was confused - because that is a child. Then simply did his role for a bit. He was her main pawn, and so he would serve as such. Agira is a methodical, deadpan man that does his job to the letter to a high ability - whos intellect gets neglected by others because he's a pawn (hes very smart).

Odessa does as Odessa always does, helps as many people as possible and complete the goal of killing the Dragon to keep people safe. She's never had love for nobility and less so when the invitation to the Duke's Demense happened. She's mocked, belittled, and the Duke had little interest in what she could do. It frustrates her, angers her - she's a little kid with a lot of emotions. She wants any kind of adult to believe in her and projects very hardly on Agira seeing him as her father instead of just her main pawn.

Agira - never had a kid, never thought he could have a kid, never even entertained it - sort of rejected the notion at first, continued to refer to her as simply Master or Arisen. He was a pawn, first and forever, not a father. But obviously that never stays the case, and as the two aid more people, get closer to facing the Dragon - she's as good as his daughter. The goal changed from simply aiding the Arisen in defeating the Dragon - and helping his daughter free herself of her charge and live a normal human life again. He adores her, something he never thought possible.

He's actually abducted as the choice she has to make - her fathers life or fight Grigori. Not that Agira minded which she chose really - because he would happily sacrifice his life if it meant she got out unscathed. But he knows Odessa - and she's never backed down from a fight ever. And when she plunged that last strike into Grigori nothing but a sense of overwhelming pride filled him.

Odessa up to this point is a stressed but managing kid - not really too traumatised. Sorta. But oh boy! World becomes green and Bitterblack Isle opens up yippee!!

When they returned to Cassardis after the fight, Odessa beelined for Gran Soren relieved Cassardis hadn't been destroyed. So she was devastated when she saw the giant hole where so many people once lived. Duke tries to kill a child. Fails miserably. Odessa falls in hole and this poor kid is slowly figuring out her world is. Fucked up. Why is it looping.

But before she even finishes the Everfall she goes back to Cassardis to talk to the mysterious woman who appeared on the pier anight and gets yeeted into Bitterblack Isle. And it is hell. She's constantly seeing the corpses and corpses of previous Arisen, people like her - much older than her, dead and defeated on the ground. No hope in their remaining echos. She reads entries of an Arisen gone mad, realising the Death who follows her was just. Like her.

And the truth of the cycle begins to unravel to her, even after defeating Daimon the lines of corpses of Arisen and Pawn haunt her. She only knew of three before her - yet how many simply never made it back? Simply never lived to tell? And ascended to the fight against the Seneschal didn't help at all. The truth laid bare before this kid, that the cycle demands destruction from the Dragon and for an Arisen to get as far as she did. And she knew so, so many - never did.

Its when she and Agira are alone in the place - when she has no idea how much time has passed and what has happened - when she realises she'll have to call a Dragon to repeat the cycle. She takes matters into her own hands.

Imagine watching your child plunge a god killing blade into her heart...

Agira wakes up on the beach, distraught, devastated - lost at what to do yet feeling more human than ever before. And for a while he lives a normal life before ending up back in Bitterblack Isle.

See in my DD verse Odessa's will managed to linger as Seneschal for a while - enough for another Arisen to take her place. But she had chipped the ring, exposed a crack the Greater Will needed to fix. Gransys became unmoored, with Bitterblack Isle unaffected because it exists outside the cycle - and a new land lay on top of the sunked world. The cycle would begin anew...

DD2

So surprise! The Greater Will tried to get rid of any lingering will of Odessa and for a while it seemed to work, and whilst the cycle got changed because Rothais took advantage of the crack now there from 1st Odessa - the new established cycle seemed to fix that. I headcanon that the Pathfinder is just a backup plan for when Arisen now diverge too much from their intended path - like Odessa 1 and Rothais.

Odessa from DD2 is the reincarnation, from how much Odessa's will to live was just that strong. Luckily this time she wasn't made Arisen as a child - and was a soldier for Vernworth before becoming Arisen. Losing her memories sucked.

Fe'gahl is her main pawn this time - mostly a healer and always getting exasperated at her reckless antics. He cared for Odessa as just a pawn would at first, but as their journey went on helping so many people - the more his care turned from duty to emotion. It really did not help when she's always referring to him as her brother. He doesn't know what a family is like - pawns don't have those, and he's not sure he's being a 'brother' right - but it feels good and he adores the title with all his heart.

Odessa has a consistent nature of hating giving commands to pawns as though they're fodder - and as her independant will rubs off on Fe'gahl she's delighted when he passively makes more decisions for himself. He's careful, thinks on his feet - but starts inheriting her more reckless traits of putting others healths before his.

Her journey is less filled with mockery than her first incarnation. Odessa is a grown woman with command, fiercness and determination that is hard to belittle. Whilst her goal is the Dragon she's always had this nagging feeling in the back of her mind that there's something more - that rushing the Dragon like the Pathfinder urges her too isn't the play so she doesn't.

Unlike Agira 'deny it until you can't', Fe'gahl leans into his bond with Odessa, practically becoming inseperable from her as he looks to her as his guiding light. Until of course - they are seperated.

See Fe'gahl is terrified of her dying , and when they finally confronted the Dragon his fear was ringing alarm bells in his head. She promised him she'd not die - for all her recklessness she wasn't planning on it. But her eyes changed when she wielded the Godsbane. He felt it.

When she got the blade, she got glimpses of the first incarnation. The kid that tried to run from the cycle and was the reason she existed at all. Odessa felt that truth of the world waver when she held it and knew what she had to do. Even if it seemed like an alien idea.

The Dragon vaguely knew Odessa I like to think - why he begs her to do what she has to do and break the cycle in its entirety. He's not Grigori - but he knows this will is the same will that caused the cracks in the first place. I've always loved how he curls protectivly around the Arisen ough...

So Unmoored world! Horrors 2! It plays out the same as in game. Fe'gahl the entire time is in a constant on edge state - the seperation making a deep pit of unease in him - and yet he's never seen Odessa so determined and single track minded.

And for the final bought - their fight to break the cycle forever and show that the world doesn't need this constant state of destruction and fighting to show its will to live is strong - Fe'gahl is wholeheartidly ready to throw his life away for her.

But then again so is Odessa.

Post DD2

If there ends up being a dlc with more stuff maybe this'll change, but for now this is my post game canon.

For starters - Agira finally got to leave Bitterblack Isle, not sure how much time has passed, only to see the world of Vermund and Battahl and wonder what. The fuck happened. But he makes a new life for himself here - starting a village between the two countries that was a safe haven for lost pawns and people who needed the help and care. And after rescueing the remains of an attack village - he holds a small baby Odessa (just lost her parents again rip) in his hands again and whilst he doesn't know how she's come back from the dead - adopts and raises her like he always wanted to way back then.

Fe'gahl... doesn't do too well at the start. He survives through Odessa's will to let him live in the world they saved. Heartbroken isn't strong enough to describe how ruined he is at that point. He is found unconcious on the beach again by Phaesus and holes himself up for months from the heartache. He was ready to die for Odessa. And he's the only one of the two here now.

He takes a while to recover - mostly from the help of the friends and comrades he's made along the way, who are just as saddened from the loss of Odessa but at the state of him. Slowly he comes back out - encourage to take care of himself to take care of plants gifted to him. Eventually he starts out living for Odessa's wish to see him alive - because its easier to rationalise his existance that way first.

When he recovers enough to live for himself, returning to his normal self - he begins to travel again. He eventually stops at a village between the borders and settles there - noticing and freezing at the sight of a small, 6 year old Odessa.

I'd say the post ending is like 16 odd years later?? Maybe even 14. A good few years for Agira to start establishing a village and Odessa being reincarnated again, Fe'gahl to recover and hang around in Bahkbattahl and Vernworth before setting on his own to find his own place in life he wants. Odessa the 3rd vaguely knows the two from her past lives - she knows she can trust them and Agira is her dad and Fe'gahl is brother.

Also idk how pawns age, you get old pawns so like. Agira is 35 in DD:DA in physical and mental place - and he's like mid to late 40s in DD2 despite pawns not actually aging. I think. Fe'gahl is early 20s - whilst he's wise Agira is older in like every way compared to him. Odessa is once again 12 - but the cycle is shattered completely so there's no risk of her being Arisen this time. She still wields big swords and has dreams of protecting everyone she knows forever.

yes i do have a cope save where i can have both of them and pretend they're all ok why do you ask-

[dragons-clause]

The Dragon's Clause

Sabo x Fem Reader CW: Forced marriage, intrigue, character death, fantasy violence, blood, magic, language, smut, 18+ mdni

Tag List: @mfreedomstuff

Chapter 6: The Grand Duke?

The most calming thing about your audience with the King was that it was happening after breakfast, and you had been provided a meal of your own. The clothing the maids had dressed you in, after taking care to help you wash and prep, was also a consolation.

If you were being brought before the King for a declaration of treason or execution there would not be any attempt made to present you as nobility. You weren’t getting dressed in your finest dress, but you weren’t being put in something shabby, or simply just linens. Yours was not a position where you could bargain or demand, but there was a level of worth and respect still being provided.

It was very middle of the road, which was unexpected. You figured the King would want you in your finest to highlight whatever haughty nature he was projecting onto you, or dressed hastily to indicate some measure of disdain for him and his crown.

You’d have to thank your cousin for talking incessantly about fashion and the meanings of clothes to nobles and noble society. Her passion for it had been the only real reason you had paid attention, and knowing also helped you be a better Lady-in-Waiting for her in return. Knowing about it all, however, didn’t give you enough to know exactly what you were talking into.

It still took some controlled breathing to keep yourself calm. You’d run a gamut of emotions during your time imprisoned in that room. From fear to boredom to anger, and none of them did you any good right now.

You tucked your pride away before you reached the hall where the King’s court was being held. You could hear dozens of people on the other side of the doors before you were announced, and pushed your sense of self down even further.

If this was to be a spectacle, you would not add to it. You would be as a finely crafted doll, stoic and noble in your actions and words. Even if the comparison rankled you.

The doors opened and the King and Queen were seated at the end of a long carpet. They sat upon a raised dais, though it was only four steps up from the main floor. The only other people up there with them were Sterry and three heavily armed knights.

Something about the way the knights stood bothered you, but you couldn’t waste time or focus on them. When you were instructed to stop, you did, bowing your head and staying that way. There was a tense silence around you, but you wouldn’t move or speak first until you were recognized by one of the royals. No matter how embarrassing it was supposed to be, stuck in this position, it would be more embarrassing if you were to be reprimanded for poor etiquette in front of what seemed to be every noble house in the Kingdom of Goa.

You can hear people around you beginning to murmur, whether it’s directed at you or the royal family doesn’t matter. The discomfort in the air is getting heavy, but you could hold your position for at least an hour if need be, and no one in the Goa royal family was going to be able to match that level of stubbornness.

Certainly not with so many other people around. If the King had decided to see you more privately he could simply have left the room and done as he pleased, leaving someone else to inform him if you had dared to move. But with so many others around there would be no way for him to sway the exchange in his favor.

“You have paid your penance.” The King says finally, barely restrained aggravation in his voice. “Raise your head.”

“Thank you, your Majesty.” You respond, standing up straight. You have to admit, of all the options he had available to him, you were surprised he managed to save face so well.

“Insulting as it was for the King of Lulusia to send you in place of his daughter, you have been found to have some value.” He begins. You keep your face and poise neutral, simply accepting his words. You didn’t want to look angry as you were feeling, but you refused to appear admonished by any means.

“If he wishes to send me an inadequate princess, then I will marry her to an inadequate son.” He grumbles. “As such inadequacies may abound, but we will see if you can handle my grotesque son better than the last few who failed.”

“Failed, your majesty?” You question without thinking. You didn’t mean to respond anymore than was necessary but the tone of the word ‘failed’ was so dismissive that it prompted you before you could stop.

He smiles, subtly, but darkly. “Yes. They broke off the engagement after petitioning me for mercy.” He explains. “You will not have that avenue available. If you cannot bring yourself to marry the Duke then you will be stripped of your title and exiled.”

Exile from Goa would be exile from Lulusia. You did your best to look nearly dismayed by the prospect, but the idea of being able to go to the Dawn Kingdom - a land always in need of soldiers for its vast northern border - you almost wanted to petition for exile right now. No need to bother the Grand Duke over something so trivial, just exchange your title for armor, a weapon, and enough rations to make the trip, and you’d be fine.

A hasty request would just be denied, however, and something in the King’s demeanor bristled your pride. You had no desire to do him any favors, but the idea that you could be run off from someone with such surety was the first time the King had truly managed to get under your skin.

You curtsy, offering just the barest hint of admonishment, “I will do my utmost to exceed your expectations, your majesty.”

The King scoffs, and the heavily armored knights on the dais move, stepping forward. “Your things will be packed and sent to the Grand Duke’s manor within the hour. These knights will escort you there immediately, and you will no longer be my problem.”

Your eyes move over the members of the royal family as you curtsy again. Turning away, you let the knights escort you through the castle. The whole event was less stressful than you had expected it to be, but the end of it all was going to stick in your mind for a long time.

The Queen seemed caught between boredom and disdain, and any goodwill you may receive from her down the line was certain to have a heavy cost. The King was truly, and deeply hostile toward you, though you felt it was more to do with your father, than yourself directly. Even if you did manage to limit the options he wanted to have available.

Sterry, however, looked pleased.

The greasy little stain had been wearing the same smug grin since you first met him, and it never left his face the entire time during your encounter just then. You didn’t have much to go on, having only met him twice briefly, but given everything else, you felt unsettled by it all.

Before you could do anything about it, you’d need to ascertain where the Duke and his people stood in terms of Sterry. Given the King’s outward hostility, and the Queen’s seeming inability to be bothered, it felt safe to assume his relationship with his biological parents was just as strained, or estranged, as you would expect it to be. He wouldn’t have turned down the crown so insistently otherwise.

It was possible that the Grand Duke and the Crowned Prince had some sort of relationship between one another. The Duke could easily be willing to handle a troublesome problem on his behalf.

Such a relationship would explain why the Duke’s reputation was so fractured.

Unfortunately, you weren’t going to know until you met the Duke. Even then it was hard to say what you would know once that happened. For all you could be certain of, Sterry could be playing the fool to fit in with the King and Queen. He wouldn’t be doing himself any favors by outshining a King who was not his biological father.

Outshining The Duke would work to both his advantage, and the Duke’s, if he truly had no desire for the crown. Their relationship could be closer than even the King and Queen would expect.

Your heavily armored guards help you into the carriage and you get settled in. The ride will give you time to think, but you can’t let your mind spiral. One of the reasons you had been okay with being a lady in waiting to Komane was because you had no desire to deal with the layers of intrigue, plotting, double-speak, and general uselessness of nobility. There were certainly perks, but you’d long since soured on the idea of all it even before your father passed away.

Nobility rarely ever spoke plainly, never mind speaking honestly. Things that sounded like praise on the surface could easily be insults, and insults could be little more than bait. Stoicism was prized, but rarely practiced, and there weren’t many Families able to stand on, or up to, the honor their names were supposedly built upon.

There was more honor in the laugh of a border knight than in the word of a King, at least as far as you were concerned.

Noble, or commoner, there were a lot of things that could stop someone from living the life they wanted. But having the means and privilege to do something and being unable to do it was maddening as far as you were concerned. Especially when there was such disparity between being a swordsman and being a noble lady.

Well, if you kept your head down and didn’t do anything to irritate the Duke, maybe you could practice your swordsmanship during the day, instead of hiding it away at night like you had been the last few years. It would depend on how attentive he was. As it was, most people paid no mind to the gloves you wore. Komane was the only one who had seen your hands with any regularity, and neither she, nor her father, ever brought up the possibility that you were sneaking in practice.

After an hour of travel the carriage finally came to a stop.

You found yourself inside the gates of an impressive, if not modest for the Capital, estate. A man in a tailored suit, with two-toned hair and two-toned glasses, offered his hand to help you alight from the carriage.

“My name is Inazuma, I am the head butler for the Duke’s estate here in the Capital.” He says, introducing himself as you clear the carriage steps. He bows slightly once you are steady on your feet, his gaze shifting away from you and to the carriage as it leaves once you’re clear of it.

“My apologies, miss, but I was unaware of any guests due to meet with the Grand Duke today.” He admits, in a voice that’s professional and even.

Your expressions breaks for a second in irritation but you recover quickly before regarding him with as easy a smile as you can manage. “I am Lady A’tana Écaille de Lulusia,” you introduce yourself with your full name, grateful it’s not something you use often. The name your father gave you was far better, but it wasn’t something you used officially. “And I am here because the King of Goa has decided I am to marry the Grand Duke.”

Inazuma’s brows raise enough to easily clear his glasses, but he manages to compose himself quickly. There’s no reason for him to mistrust your declaration, considering you arrived in an official carriage of the palace.

“Allow me to escort you to the drawing room while we prepare an appropriate guest room for you to stay in Lady Lulusia.” He offers, escorting you into the manor. “The Grand Duke is at the northern border currently, but we will get word to him as quickly as possible. In the meantime you are a guest here and I will see that anything you require is provided.”

“A place to rest my head, and a couple meals a day will be plenty, Inazuma, thank you.” You reply evenly, a smile on your lips. So far his demeanor and tone were genuine and that was appreciated right now.

The estate was modest, given the status of Grand Duke, but it was nearly flawless in its presentation. There was more life and history within the walls and landscaping of these grounds than those of the palace, despite this building being obviously far newer in construction. The style of the Palace harkened back to the style of centuries long ago, but the Duke’s residence was far more modern in design.

“Will we be receiving your things later today?”

“The King was magnanimous enough to promise they would arrive within an hour of my own arrival.” You answer, carefully hiding away your feelings about the King and his magnanimousness - and precisely where he could shove it.

“I will ensure they are handled with the utmost care, and brought to your room without delay.” He assures you, opening the door to the drawing room and stepping aside so you can walk through it. “You may rest from your ride in here. I can have refreshments brought in, if you like?”

Stepping in you make yourself comfortable on a small sofa that looks brand new. “Tea would be wonderful. I can wait until lunch for anything more, thank you Inazuma.”

“Certainly, Lady Lulusia.” He bows slightly before closing the door to give you privacy.

Your time at the capital estate was brief. Magical communication with the Duke had allowed for him to be informed of the situation quickly, and there had only been a little bit of a delay while the unsuspecting man processed the surprising news. Another slight delay was caused by the fact that your belongings were not delivered until late the following day.

The packing job had been hasty and improper, and Inazuma had insisted you allow him to see your things tended and properly repacked before you left the estate. You had assured him that you weren’t bothered or concerned, but the skilled butler had been almost passionate about it, and so you let him.

You weren’t used to people making a fuss over you or your things, but while it had been a little embarrassing, it wasn’t uncomfortable. Nothing in his demeanor or words had been impolite, and it was clear it was a small matter of pride on his part as well.

Apparently the Grand Duke had rather exacting standards, and Inazuma would not allow a guest to be treated below said standards if he could help it. And so your clothes were seen to by a trusted tailor and packed away correctly before you were escorted to a nearby teleportation station, as the Grand Duke’s main estate was far to the north, closer to the border.

“By the Duke’s own hand there is a teleportation station just outside the limits of the town where the manor is located.” Inazuma explained as you and your belongings were set up for the magic of the transfer. “You will be met by my counterparts in Aquilegia upon your arrival, and they will see you comfortably to the Duke’s estate.”

“Thank you, Inazuma. You have done far more than what was required, and it has made the last two days enjoyable.” You say, smiling genuinely. Despite everything else he had been seeing to during your brief stay, he still made time to show you the estate, and assign a couple staff to assist you however you needed.

There wasn’t much you could have asked for in the brief time, but the attentiveness and courtesy was stark after your time in the palace.

It wasn’t your first time using a teleportation station, and so you went through the process easily. Given the cost there was a certain level of comfort provided by default, and you seated yourself comfortably as instructed. An attendant kept you apprised of the process and progress and eventually the complex magic circle beneath you began to glow.

The powerful rush of magic seemed to nearly push your soul from your body, but the sudden flood was over before you could really worry or even panic about it. It had been almost two decades since the last time you traveled via teleportation, and there was some comfort in knowing that it didn’t matter if you were a child or an adult.

It was still really cool.

[dunefeather]

Awesome! Here is my request then 😊 could you write a platonic Paul atreides x reader. The reader is his best friend, has been for years, and they are always doing things that could het them into trouble. So one day the both of them aren't as carefull as they should be and the reader gets kidnapped. While everyone is looking for the reader Paul feels guilty. When the reader is finally found Paul stays with them, they talk and hug and overall a fluffy ending. Hope this all makes sense! 😊

Sorry for the wait and here is your fic ! 😊

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The Wrong Corner

Paul Atreides x Reader (platonic)

Content : best friends, kidnapping, fluff (platonic), angst.

It's not careful, it's not ladylike, it's not the moment to joke. How many times have you heard all these statements wherever you go ? Who cares if you can grab some opportunity to breathe in this castle ? And not ladylike... they can talk as much as they want but that won't change the fact that people like reliable strangers. Does the court think that looking dead inside is what will help them to remain popular ? No, because they're idiots.

Fortunately for you, as serious as Paul Atreides can be, he is the first one to get involved in the chaos surrounding you. More in your shadow during those moments, you share some mischievous blink before doing something stupid. Annoy an old lady criticizing some decoration ? Check. Pretend you were not the one that accidentally released the doves from their cages? Check - well you got caught that time but as it had been an actual accident you never got punished much. Stay late at night in the heir's quarters to the point that stupid rumors started to spread and get you in trouble ? Check - and not fun at that, the Duke is terrifying once upset.

"You are going to run late." Paul warns you for the third time.

"Yeah I know that's my goal." You mumble.

After a quick glance above your shoulder to make sure no one can see you, you lift your dress up to run more easily to some hallway situated at the opposite side of where you should go, Paul remaining at his spot with an amused sigh before you disappear at the corner. You and your stray cats, it's a long story.

The heir doesn't ask himself many questions as he reaches the hall, more than prepared to be seen as an accomplice through everyone else's eyes. But to be fair he doesn't care much, it has been the case since your childhood.

"Paul ?" His mother asks with a raised eyebrow.

"She's going to join us later."

Nothing more than an eye roll from her as he takes a seat by his father's side. The Duke turns his head to his son, and this time not even any word needed before the leading Atreides sighs, only to stand up and welcome the guests with a warm smile.

At first, Paul doesn't pay much attention to his surroundings. It's noisy, for once good and unique jokes spreading from ear to ear followed by sincere laughs. Food is good, his dish soon emptied one after the other. For a while his biggest worry is how much his belt starts to hurt his belly swollen with the insane amount of food ingested, but that soon changes as he hears your mother's voice behind him.

"My Lord I'm sorry for interrupting you, but have you seen my daughter ?"

"No ? I thought she was coming later ?" The Duke answers as he puts his fork back onto his plate.

"I asked some guards to find her but she simply disappeared."

This makes Paul raise his eyes towards your seat. Nothing used at your table, no food, no paper towel. You really haven't been seen since you went to feed those cats ? He gets that you get distracted rather quickly but still.

"Paul," his father asks him, "did she tell you something?"

"Hum... yeah she was about to go see some stray cats in the eastern aisles, the one that are going to get renovated." He admits calmly. "She loves them. I think she might have gotten them some food from her quarters."

The middle-aged woman sighs before chuckling in relief.

"She's always up to something I guess. I'm sorry for the confusion but it was starting to seriously get on my nerves."

"She is going to go back soon." The Duke says with a smirk. "She is going to get hungry, you know how she is. I can send a patrol to look for her."

"Please my Lord. I'm certain she is doing well but you know, I am so sorry that she gets in trouble all the time. I do my best not to make her..."

"Nothing to apologize for. We will find her my Lady."

Paul smiles at this, following your mother now back at her seat with his eyes. The lightness of the atmosphere soon vanishes though as he notices the worry on her face as she looks around. Same when he notices his father's stern face scanning the room as if he was looking for someone else missing. That's when he understands that this is not normal, even from you. The desserts just arrived and now that he checks the clocks, there was no way for you to spend three whole hours with cats when you were complaining about your dramatic starvation five minutes before you ran away.

Fifteen minutes later everyone is sent back to their quarters with guards escorting the small groups as the alert is given. An empty paper bag got found where you were supposed to be.

"Paul. Tell us what you know."

The young Atreides feels accused when his father interrogates him in his chamber, but he can't blame him. He actually thought you were doing fine and got distracted by some stupid shrimps, vegetables and cereals while you were vanished. How could he favor his stomach over his dear friend ?

This night is atrociously long as Paul waits for more information. He keeps his clothes on as he paces around his room them lies down on his bed. Then he gets up to put his pajamas on, his pale and anxious face staring at his reflection in the mirror. Fear feeds his mind with horrible images all produced by his own imagination, the imagination of a man guilty with all his soul.

How stupid was he to think that a young woman is safe in some abandoned part of the castle ? Or maybe you followed a cat in the garden and are playing with it. But what if a corrupt guard took you somewhere ? Or one of the workers living nearby ? Yeah you definitely followed a cat, a beautiful and cuddling cat you liked, the orange one. Your parents would repeat you not to get too far away from the adults and today the worst happened, you certainly got kidnapped. Or maybe you found another cat.

Paul falls asleep for ten minutes before jolting awake, covered in sweat as someone knocks on his door.

Quick to get onto his feet, he doesn't wait for the guard to finish his sentence. You are at the infirmary and that's all he needs to know.

This time he is the one not caring at all for the etiquette - after all as you say they can make some efforts for exceptional reasons to understand - and runs to your bed.

"Are you alright ? What happened ?" He asks hastily.

His hands don't leave your arm as he stands next to you, your tired face smiling to him. Just a few bruises, and a scratch on your hand, most likely due to a cat or something similar.

"I'm alright Paul." You whisper as you sit up. "I'm glad you survived a boring dinner without me."

"There were guards everywhere in the hallway," he whispers, "what happened ?"

"Uh. Long story." You chuckle, embarrassed. "Let's say... I saw a few kittens in a hole in the wall, you know next to the window. I didn't want the workers to bury them alive by mistake the day they start to take care of that part so I started to move them away. The mother was not that happy about it. The noise alerted a guard that... wasn't... a guard."

"Huh ? What do you mean ? And I've already told you not to touch the kittens."

"Yeah sorry. Won't happen again. Basically the guard tried to kidnap me."

Flabbergasted, the heir looks at you as you direct a forced smile to him. This doesn't last for long as shame makes you lower your head, his hands soon taken by yours.

"It's the first time I've seen Duke Leto almost acting like a tyrant when they caught the guy. They brought him to your father when they found me."

"What did he do to you ?"

"Uh... nothing. I mean he kidnapped me so it's something. Uh... He locked me up in some room bit left me there I think he wanted to abduct me to somewhere else. You are going to have to talk to your father about it I guess, he was trying to interrogate the guard before my mother could try to rip his tongue off."

"Did he hurt you ?"

"No. I mean not more than what you can see here." You sigh as you examine your forearms. "I have a few blood tests ongoing because I bit him."

"Did your parents receive threats ?"

You shrug.

"Not more than usual. I guess we won't have much answers for now. I'm just so tired."

Of course you would feel that way. How could you possibly fall asleep with that guy waiting for the right moment to bring you where he intended to ?

"Come here." He mumbles as he pulls you to him. "I can't with you, please be careful after that."

He didn't quite plan his motion and has to adjust your position when you start to mumble with your face pressed against his chest, but then rests your chin on his shoulder as he becomes the one in an uncomfortable position. He doesn't care much about it though. You are safe and he needs to express this unstoppable need to feel his friend against him. He hopes it's the last time such thing happens to you, he can't deal with a near heart attack as regularly as he could when he was a little kid seeing you doing all the risky things to make him laugh.

"You're supposed to be my partner in crime." You complain as he releases you from his embrace. "Where would be the fun in our life without a bit of risk ?"

"I feel guilty enough for not having insisted a bit more for you to come with me or even for not following you." He admits with a frown. "It could have saved us all from that. And especially you. Who knows what he could have done."

"I'm fine Paul. I'm fine." You say with a soft voice.

"Yeah. For this time." He scoffs.

It's obvious that you are hiding the shock you felt at all this, but your reassuring smile is all he needs for now.

- - - -

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[batpham-discord-highlights]

Jazz Drake: Part Three of Four

source: #ghosts-and-bats channel

1, 2, 3, 4

A

So, Tim shows up to the Batcave that night with his little sister in tow

And Bruce just

He can't

He can't be angry around her

She is, like, ten

And she's adorable

AK

An extremely cute but angry eight-year-old appears in ur mancave wyd

A

Smol Child: Mr. Batman, you're in big trouble if you don't take care of my big brother

Smol Child: If he gets hurt I will [insert creative threat that hints at medical competency]

Alfred: I believe this one is mine, Master Bruce

L

Oooohh Alfred's protégé

AK

Ok but like would she have a codename

A

She would wear what Alfred wears as Agent A, but miniature

G

yoooooo

didnt expect the Alfred twist

AK

Agent J

G

canonically alfred has a daughter btw

don’t think y'all use it but just to throw it here

AK

I just read about her while on dukes wiki I thin

Julia Pennyworth, right?

G

ye

agent J

A

She does but I'm not a big fan :/

Don't remember why

But yes, Agent J

AK

Anyone who is a civilian simply has the nickname agent letter

A

She continues to pursue an education as a doctor as well

G

alfred teaches her everything he knows

including where are the hidden guns

A

Yes

They go to the range every Tuesday

G

"Batman may have a no kill rule, but we pennyworths don’t"

"we?"

"a slip of the tongue, I’m afraid"

A

Bruce has an aneurysm when he finds out but knows he can't stop them

Jazz "Pennyworth" Drake

G

im living for this so much

this is such a gift

AK

Hrmmm what is the canonical age doff between duke and tim

I hate dc

A

I think Duke is maybe a year or two older

AK

Ok then it is reasonable that Danny and jazz are around the same age

G

let’s go with WFA ages

AK

It wasn't a twins au so yeah

G

so 18 or less

A

The thing is, Talia knows next to nothing about Agent J

She doesn't really go places that Talia has access to

I mean, there's school, I guess

And she'd probably know she's pursuing a medical career

But she's dismissed as any threat to Damian

Which turns out to be a m i s t a k e

AK

But like the thing you said about shooting ranges earlier makes me remember jazzes terrible aim in canon xd

G

Alfred fixes that

with good teaching and a lot of patience

demon child going down

fighting on the taco bell parking lot

letsgo

im having so much fun A

A

But yeah, she's suspicious of him in the first place so she lurks like Alfred taught her too

A way Damian isn't trained to sense with his league training

He pushes Tim off the ledge

She shoots him in the shoulder

Him being Damian

Thankfully, Tim is okay

And the bullet didn't hit anything vital

But, y'see, Darling Jazzy's worries about Damian are taken a lot more seriously than Tim's in canon

After all, she is also a child

They can't play the "He's younger, grow up" card on her

I

^ yes

A

Damian only tries one more time and is stopped similarly

This time the shot barely misses an artery

Alfred: Nice shot, Miss Jasmine

Alfred: Just as I taught you

Damian learns to respect the agents and adapts a lot faster to the new environment

Because it's made clear that attacking allies is u n a c c e p t a b l e

G

i love my ONLY sister

best sibling ever

"you are not even related"

A

And Jason

Oh boy

She isn't in a place to threaten him like she is with Damian

But she holds a grudge like you wouldn't believe

She doesn't talk to him

She only treats him when she has to

She glowers at him

G

alse she'd feel guilty because if only she'd been there she would have protected her brother

A

Yes, she absolutely does

[acourtofthought]

Hello!

I find the "Elain does not look good in black" argument to be one of the biggest clues to her not staying in the night court, so I became very curious as to what e*riels think of it.. AND IT LEFT ME FLABBERGASTED. *Side note* I like to lurk on there from time to time, I don't send hate.

I was genuinely surprised to see that a lot of them claimed she was purposefully "uglified" in order to not look appealing to Eris because the plan was for Nesta to persuade him into doing whatever they wanted.

There was no indication to that being a part of the plan. Elain wore what she usually wears except that the dress was black. A color she never wears (wonder why), but it was obviously expected of her in order to look like she "fits" in. The dress was described by Cassian with words such as: ridiculous (the color on her), long-sleeved and modest (the gown itself). The only negative things he had to say was about how wrong the color looks on her. Elain is also known to be on the more modest side, right? So for her to wear a modest gown isn't exactly out of this world. Miss gurl is after all a proper lady.

It is not confirmed that Eris knows that Elain and Lucien are mates and although Eris obviously cares for Lucien, we don't know how Lucien's relationship is with Eris. So, in fear of Elain's life, I doubt Lucien has ever mentioned her name around him.

Eris was already assessing Elain before it was decided that he would dance with Nesta. It could be because he has an inkling about Lucien and her, or because Elain is the prettiest of the sisters. But the thing is that it didn't matter. Feyre was the one who told him to dance with Nesta and therefore, he did so. Elain could have looked absolutely radiant in whatever color, but he still would have danced with Nesta. So her being "uglified" doesn't make sense because Feyre was the one who decided.

I would also like to point out that it is not only Cassian who thinks Elain looks wrong in black. Nesta points out the same a little later. She mentions Elain changing out of the "ill-suited black dress" and into a different gown. She only points out that the gown was of a different color this time (amethyst and a velvet material, not that it matters) and that she glowed with good health (compared to Cassian saying black leeched the brightness out of her face).

Sorry for the long post. There aren't actually any questions in there, but I do love your insights and thoughts on anything acotar 😂 

This is one of those arguments that is basically the person digging an even bigger hole for themselves.

Not only does it boil down to all the characters thinking, "Elain is too pretty so she needs to make herself look ugly so Nesta can shine" which is not the message I think SJM wants to send for her females.

They like to compare it to when Nesta tried to win the dukes hand, "Well, she truly looked the part of the daughter of the Prince of Merchants. An amethyst silk gown with gold thread, diamonds and pearls at her neck and ears."

And...

"knew that the wealth on her that night dwarfed anything that heiress was wearing."

But the thing is......the heiress still probably wore the best she had. The heiress didn't have to make herself ugly in order for Nesta to shine. The heiress simply didn't have what it took in the first place especially because Nesta also learned that he grew bored of females that chased him so she ignored him and she learned he was vain so she made sure to turn all eyes on the two of them with their dancing.

A female's beauty isn't all that impressive if the only way she can shine is for others to downplay their looks and Nesta was just that beautiful and her dancing that good regardless of what anyone else in the ball was doing.

That scenario can not be compared to Eris at the ball. First, he has never once been shown to seek out beauty and Eris doesn't seem particularly vain. He wants power with Nesta had in spades at that point. Also, Elain is his brothers mate and there are hints Eris does want to reconnect with Lucien. I highly doubt anyone was really worried Eris would be fawning over Elain which would instantly burn any remaining bridges with Lucien. So what reason would there really be to make Elain ugly so Nesta could shine? And again, as stated above, Nesta didn't need anyone to lessen themselves to win the Dukes attention.

What that argument also means though, is that Elain's stunning, glorious, amazing beauty can be completely cancelled out by a somewhat unflattering dress and lack of red lips.

With that argument, some are truly claiming that Elain is ugly unless she's wearing pretty clothes and makeup.

What??!?

True beauty can be wearing no makeup and a potato sack and still look good.

Not to mention Elain had worn her hair down that night. Considering Cassian saw Nesta's hair down for the first time and remarked "It's beautiful", I'd say Elain should also look beautiful with hers down.

Really, people getting hung up on the style of Elain's dress is the wrong thing to focus on. Cassian doesn't note the style of Elain's dress as being the issue. He says, "Elain in BLACK was ridiculous." He'd never once found her to be plain, but wearing BLACK, NO MATTER HOW MUCH SHE CLAIMED TO BE PART OF THIS COURT.....IT SUCKED THE LIFE OUT OF HER."

Sorry for the caps, I found it necessary to make my point emphatically. 😂

Also, thank you for your sweet words! ❤️

[thegrayascendancy-if]

Dumbest things the ROs have ever done?

Oh, this is a good one...

Darla: one time she was so nervous about passing the selection to be accepted into the knight guard, she went on a wild chase that maybe involved a black market (more of a branding thing that a real one) to acquire a magical lucky charm, despite telling herself how stupid it is every step of the way. A weighty pouch of gold lighter, days wasted, she was the owner of a deliberately arranged bundle of dried leaves (the seller said them to be lightleaf and dawnlock, believed to carry remnants of magic) and carved rocks (to seal the strength of plants plucked out of soil). She got into the guard and sort of...forgot the whole thing, it was just there in a sash among her belongings. A few months later, a friend of hers simply brewed her talisman into a tea when she fell sick, and she was dying both physically and mentally when they told her “oh, good thing you have a pouch of yarrow, it helps with fever :)”

Yvette/Yves: per their own admission it would be on the day when Manon, their older sister, was to be sent to Rimehall to be wed to then-prince Karon. Unable to say goodbye to them, she told them they would play a round of hide-and-seek before she had to go. They paid no heed to the servants shuffling around because they saw them as the perfect distraction, and found a good hiding spot in the half-empty stables. Y was four, and they never saw her again. Believing her back then was to them, without a doubt, the dumbest thing they have ever done.

Gale: arguably, it is still ahead of him would be something like him sitting late night in the royal library, encircled by hills of books, trying to fight back sleep by eating an apple to the light of dying candles. Falling asleep anyway, dropping the apple and, through a copious amount of unlucky coincidences, having the apple roll into the candlesticks, toppling them and starting That One Fire in The Royal Library.

Ianthe: it is often not easy to tell if her “seemingly silly” act is not part of a deliberate and complex design, but one time she trailed a group of mage hunters—on her own—when they wandered too close to the training grounds her teacher has established. Although the hunters don’t have a special sense to detect mages, they do have eyes and ears, and she was young and very inexperienced, coasting on pure luck and the fact that the hunters were actually just passing through the territory. She was pulled out by her teacher before things could get ugly (a mage? pursuing the hunters?..)

Jax: in a particularly frustrating moment of their life, they have taken a habit of using their magic, so-called doors, as a nervous outlet, just to send their feather pen through them over and over again. A monotone distraction of a kind for their stormy mind. They had no choice but to suppose such a wasteful and childish application has angered the Third Sister, because they could not use their magic for several weeks afterwards and suffered a long bout of a migraine. 

Arthur: mage hunters do not drink, so right on the eve of his initiation a bunch of low-rank nobles offered him to taste some wine not to miss out on anything, so to speak. He was twelve, never had any before and happily agreed. So obviously the world before his eyes doing cartwheels did not help with maintaining a dignified image of a duke’s son at a banquet dedicated to the birthday of the King’s daughter (that’s where so much unmonitored wine appeared). Such an unsightly thing did get blown out of proportion, starting a rumor that the Duke of Noyer could not manage his son and was thus sending him off to military school rigorous hunter training. When he officially came back, Arthur was nothing but a collected and charming presence at court, in a weird self-fulfilling prophecy kind of way.

[lothiriel84]

Cards on the Table (pt. 2)

A series of post-canon vignettes, each from a different character's point of view. [Part 2/2]

A Faro’s Daughter one-shot collection. Deborah Grantham/Max Ravenscar, with a side of Phoebe Laxton/Adrian Mablethorpe.  

[go back to part 1]

6. Lady Mablethorpe

Augusta Laxton surely was the most insufferable woman on earth, Lady Mablethorpe decided as her son finally bundled his affronted mother-in-law into her carriage. Not that she blamed Phoebe, of course – with a mother like that, anyone would sooner take to their bed than receive any visitors, and there was the poor girl’s condition to be considered. If there was one thing Lady Mablethorpe was not willing to tolerate, it was risking the health of her future grandchild – and prospective heir to Mablethorpe, as she cherished the hope – for the sake of such a selfish creature’s greediness and insensitivity.

“I thought she would never leave,” murmured Arabella at her side, heaving a not-precisely-ladylike sigh of relief. As she couldn’t help but agree on the sentiment, if not her niece’s manners, Lady Mablethorpe simply nodded her assent, and turned her attention to her cup of tea.

“I for one am glad to see Adrian standing up for his wife,” Deborah Ravenscar declared, not unreasonably, and if her ladyship hadn’t heard it with her own ears, she would have called anyone a fool who dared to suggest that her nephew was in fact capable of anything as undignified as a snigger. Marriage was doing Max a world of good, she had to admit, and for all that she still congratulated herself on being spared such a dubious connection, she privately had to acknowledge that, gaming house or not, Lady Bellingham’s niece displayed more respectability and sense than many a duke’s daughter.

“I’m terribly sorry you had to bear witness to such a scene,” Adrian apologised presently, and all but collapsed into the nearest chair. “Lady Laxton is – well, you’ve seen. Truth be told, we’re planning to remove to Mablethorpe as soon as Phoebe is well enough to face the trip.”

“I agree that is probably the wisest course of action,” Max considered thoughtfully, relieving his wife of her empty teacup. The new Mrs Ravenscar offered him a quick, warm smile for his troubles, and let him fuss with her shawl with a look of barely concealed amusement.

“Adrian, dear, do you think Phoebe would be willing to receive me, if only for a few moments? I would very much like to offer her my congratulations in person.”

“Oh, I’m sure she won’t mind seeing you, Deb,” was the prompt reply. “She’s ever so fond of you, and with good reason, as you well know.”

If her ladyship had to suppress a wince at this overly familiar form of address between the pair, she was too well-bred to let it show. And as her nephew appeared more than willing to tolerate such liberties from both parties, it was hardly her place to intervene.

“Give our cousin my love,” Arabella prompted sweetly, even as Max stood offering his arm and escorted his wife out of the room in a most attentive manner. Well, this is beyond everything, she thought to herself, and it took her a full minute to finally register the peculiar way her niece-in-law’s dress – sporting a much more conservative cut than she was normally wont to wear – hugged her figure.

“Max, you impossible creature!” she gasped as her nephew resumed his previous place on the settee. “Are you to tell us we ought to congratulate you as well?”

Had the sudden smile gracing his customarily severe countenance not been indication enough, the air of contrived innocence assumed by her niece would have been her answer. It was plain that Arabella was in on her brother’s secret, just as Adrian had been kept in the dark until that very moment.

“You mean – oh Max, and you never said anything! When are we to expect...?”

“Late summer, we believe.”

As her ladyship’s grandchild wasn’t due until early autumn, she was forced to hold back an irrational twinge of resentment – which promptly turned into a gleam of excitement as the full possibilities started to dawn upon her. So absorbed was she in the contemplation of a much desirable closer alliance between their two families that she all but missed her son’s heartfelt congratulations, and was only brought back to the present day by the sardonic look in her nephew’s eye.

“I fear it is incumbent upon me to warn you, ma’am, that I am determined to see any son or daughter of mine married out of choice rather than duty, or any relation’s wishes.”

“Don’t be absurd, Max,” she chided him, deeply irritated that her secret hopes should be so openly addressed, and just as callously dismissed.

“No child of mine will be induced into matrimony by anything but the deepest of loves,” Adrian declared with an air of affronted dignity, eliciting a startled giggle from his young cousin – who was well enough informed of the circumstances accompanying the sudden transferral of his affections from one lady to another, her aunt reflected gloomily.

Still, Lady Mablethorpe consoled herself reflecting that nothing prevented one of her future grandchildren from falling in love with one among her nephew’s offspring, and she would be there to help things along if she had any say in the matter.

7. Christopher Grantham

“Mr Grantham, what a pleasant surprise! Have you come to visit your sister?”

The gentleman in question shut his eyes briefly, and valiantly set out to ignore the small pang of longing in his chest. Arabella Ravenscar was as lovely a vision as ever in her walking dress and bonnet, and he was faced with the sudden impulse to run up the stairs and gather her in his arms. Only the painful memories of the lady’s inconstancy in her affections stopped him from acting on such an impulse, and he remembered himself in time to bow deeply as she passed him by.

“Indeed I am, Miss Ravenscar,” he replied politely, quickly averting his gaze. “Permit me to wish you a very good day.”

When he was finally admitted to his sister’s presence, Kit Grantham was still so preoccupied with his own thoughts that he didn’t immediately notice the hustle and bustle of servants, as if they were in the middle of packing their mistress’ belongings for an imminent journey.

“Are you going out of town?” he ventured to enquire at length, and was met with a tinkle of laughter from his dearest sister.

“I’m sure I explained it all to you in my last letter, Kit,” she shook her head, apparently amused. “Max and I agreed that Chamfreys would be a great deal more comfortable for my confinement.”

That finally prompted his gaze to drop to her stomach, and he couldn’t refrain from widening his eyes at the sight he was met with. His sister was – huge, there were no two ways about it, and for the first time in his life he actually stopped to consider such an uncomfortable topic as childbearing, and how it might affect any and all females of his acquaintance.

“And are you – I mean to say, is everything – oh, don’t make me say it, Deb, I beg of you.”

His sister took pity on him, and offered him a sympathetic smile. “We are both as well as can be expected, and I’m positive your nephew or niece is eager to meet you, when the time comes.”

“I’m sure I have no idea how ladies are so willing to put themselves through any of this,” he blurted out, immediately blushing at his own forwardness. “Oh, forget I said anything, I’m all out of sorts this morning.”

Deb considered him for a long moment. “Did you by any chance happen to run into my dear sister as she was preparing to go out for her walk in the park?”

He let out a rueful sigh, twisting his gloves in his hands. “I was so sure of her, Deb, I still cannot conceive how she had it in herself to deceive me so.”

“Oh, Kit, I know for a fact she didn’t mean to, but she’s so very young, and more than a little spoilt besides. I hope with time to have more of a good influence on her, and I’m so very sorry you had to suffer because of this – but let me be blunt and assure you that the two of you would not have suited in the slightest, and it is much wiser to take the time to get better acquainted with your prospective partner for life before setting your heart irrevocably on them.”

Kit Grantham turned a mildly reproachful gaze on his elder sister. “Deb, by your own admission you and Ravenscar had only been acquainted for two weeks before he proposed, and you weren’t even in town for one of those same weeks.”

Deborah laughed. “That’s true, but I would hardly call ours an ordinary courtship, and you said yourself that we must have been both out of our senses to even consider marriage after I had him locked in our cellar.”

“Utterly and completely mad,” he nodded with conviction, though deep down he was quite in awe of how noticeably happy his sister had been since becoming Mrs Ravenscar. Perhaps there was still hope for him after his disappointment, after all.

Once he’d kissed his sister goodbye and presented her with his most sincere wishes for a smooth confinement, he left the house in Grosvenor Square with a spring in his step, and the first glimmer of hope that he might, one day, procure the same kind of happiness for himself.

8. Miss Ravenscar

“Arabella, my dear, how can you forget your manners so?” her mother complained weakly after her as she rushed up the stairs, and all but barged into her brother’s study unannounced.

“Good day to you, Belle,” Max greeted her with intolerable composure, gathering the documents spread in front of him into a neat pile. “I trust you had a pleasant journey?”

“Max, how could you be so unbearably reticent in that note of yours? You must tell me everything, at once!”

“Why, I thought I had been perfectly clear,” he demurred, yet she could clearly see the corners of his lips trembling into the beginnings of a smile. “Both mother and child are perfectly well, and they are currently resting – or at least, they were doing so when I left them, not half an hour ago.”

“Max!” she glared at him in frustration. “Am I the aunt to a little boy, or a girl?”

“Always so impatient,” he shook his head, and stood up. “You are aware, I’m sure, that the proper thing for us to do is to go downstairs, and share the announcement with your affectionate mother.”

“You know very well you don’t care a fig for propriety, and as for Mama, I’m positive she will survive. It’s not as if she’s the child’s grandmother – not really, anyway.”

“And thank heavens for that,” she heard him murmur under his breath, and gave him a hard pinch in retaliation. “Now, if you think you can behave yourself for longer than two minutes at a time, it would be my pleasure to introduce you to the new addition to our family party.”

Mollified by the prospect, she slipped her hand into the crook of his arm, and offered him a most demure smile. “I will be on my best behaviour, I promise.”

In short order, she was introduced into her sister-in-law’s bedchamber, greeted her with a kiss on her exceptionally pale cheek, and couldn’t refrain from taking hold of both of her hands and questioning her at length about her ordeal.

“Do not fret yourself so, my dear,” Deborah reassured her warmly, patting her on the arm. “It is not so very bad, and you will see for yourself how the blessing that comes of is well worth the pain.”

Arabella cast an extremely dubious glance at her pallid complexion and the look of utter exhaustion about her countenance. Still, Deborah’s eyes were sparkling with barely restrained joy, and she could hardly miss the brightness of her smile when the nurse strode in with her charge in her arms.

“My dearest sister, I would like you to meet your new nephew, Adrian,” Max announced, with no small amount of pride in his voice. Her breath caught in her throat as she took in the delicate features of the sleeping infant’s face, his miniature hands curled in small fists around a corner of his blanket.

“He’s so tiny,” she breathed out in wonderment, extending a finger to trace the contours of one diminutive fist. “Did you say his name is – Adrian? Does our cousin know?”

“Not at present, though it will be our pleasure to inform him as soon as he visits, like he promised,” her brother smiled, his eyes searching for Deborah’s. “He is after all the reason why we met in the first place, and I cannot think of a better way to honour his – most unwitting – role in bringing us together.”

“Oh, but you must prepare yourselves, Mama will be most disappointed that you didn’t choose our late father’s name for the child,” Arabella said ruefully. “I wish I could talk her out of it, I really do, but you know her, Max.”

“I do,” Max nodded with a great deal of forbearance, and took hold of his infant son with such an air of practiced ease that had his sister most surprised. “Now, we shall go downstairs and introduce the little one to Olivia, thus sparing my darling wife the trial of being faced with my stepmother’s complaints until she’s well on her way to recovery.”

“That’s most considerate of you, dear husband,” Deborah laughed, her gaze lingering on the child with such undisguised tenderness that Arabella found herself wondering what it would be like, one day, to hold her own son or daughter in her arms.

9. Phoebe Mablethorpe (née Laxton)

Young Lady Mablethorpe quietly studied her husband as he leaned over the bassinet with an expression of pure rapture on his handsome face. He looked ever so pleased with their newborn daughter, and yet, she couldn’t seem to put her mother’s rather uncomplimentary speech out of her mind.

“Oh, Adrian,” she whispered timidly, walking up to his side. “I’m sorry I couldn’t do my duty and provide you with an heir. I promise it will be a son next time.”

The sudden, horrified look on her husband’s face gave her pause, and she didn’t even think to resist when he gathered her in his arms quite abruptly.

“Phoebe, how can you speak so! I find I have no words to express how much I love our little Deb, and I wouldn’t want to trade her for anything in the world, do you hear me?”

“I do,” she nodded meekly, hiding her face into his waistcoat. “It’s just, Mama says that – ”

His arms tightened around her, and she felt him press a fierce kiss on top of her head. “Dearest, I hate to speak ill of your mother, you know I do, but the truth is, you ought not listen to a word she says when it comes to such matters.”

“I’m sorry,” she apologised at once, nestling further into his embrace. “And I do love our daughter so, I hate to think she will be looked down by our families until I can bear you a son.”

Adrian chuckled, and placed a gentle finger under her chin. “Well, my mother for one is positively delighted with her granddaughter, if only because she’s already forming some serious designs for her to marry into the Ravenscar fortune. And you know how pleased our cousins are that we named her after Deborah.”

“I will never allow my daughter to be forced into matrimony against her will,” Phoebe declared with unshakable conviction, all but suppressing a shudder at the horrific memories of her parents explaining in no uncertain terms how it was her precise duty to accept, and even encourage, Sir James Filey’s suit. “Oh, Adrian, I don’t know what would have become of me, if you and Deborah hadn’t come to my rescue at Vauxhall Gardens.”

Her husband kissed her very tenderly, his fingers coming to rest at her cheek. “You don’t need to worry about that anymore. And I thank my lucky star that I found the most delightful companion for my life that night.”

Her heart swelling with joy, she found she had no room left to tie herself in knots over the past. And if their daughter chose to break the moment by making her presence known quite forcefully, that was surely her prerogative; as a new mother, she found she could hardly begrudge her child anything, let alone this.

10. Lucius Kennet

Strolling into the house in Berkley Square after an urgent summoning from Lady Bellingham, Mr Kennet was more than a little surprised to be welcomed by her ladyship rather than one of the servants.

“Oh, thank God you’re here, Lucius,” Lady Bellingham proclaimed in a most agitated manner, clutching at her vinaigrette. “My poor nerves are in such a state, I swear I don’t know what to do with myself. Oh, to think that I should live to see the day – but I daresay I won’t, I can feel my spasms coming already.”

“Calm yourself, ma’am,” he urged her, not particularly moved by such a declaration. “And start from the beginning, if you please.”

“Foolish, headstrong girl! She says she shall never see him again, and he’s such a proud creature he will undoubtedly divorce her – we shall all be ruined, and there’s that poor child to be considered, it doesn’t even bear thinking!”

“I’m willing to bet any sum of your choosing that it won’t come to that, ma’am,” he replied with a considerable deal of amusement, earning a reproachful look from the respectable matron.

“I wish you would take this seriously, Lucius. You know very well how Deb is – she refuses to be reasoned with, and now she’s locked herself in one of the rooms upstairs, and she declares she won’t leave even if her husband comes here on his knees all the way from Grosvenor Square and begs for her forgiveness.”

Mr Kennet looked out of the window just in time to spot a carriage bearing the Ravenscar crest stopping in front of the house, and grinned in anticipation of a most diverting scene. “As to that, we shall have to wait and see,” he winked at her ladyship, and went to answer the door himself.

Ravenscar looked momentarily startled at his presence, but was quick to regain his composure, and barely deigned him with a contemptuous glance as he pushed past him and went straight for Lady Bellingham.

“I need to see my wife most urgently, ma’am,” the man gritted out between his teeth, his hat half crushed in his grip. “I beg you to give me leave to seek her out for myself.”

“And what makes you believe she’s here, hmm?” Lucius drawled from the entrance, his arms crossed in open defiance of Ravenscar’s wishes. If he knew his gentleman, he had more than half an idea of where all this was going, and he was determined to have his fun in the meantime.

“I would advise you to stay out of this, Kennet, or I won’t be held responsible for my actions.”

“Gentlemen, if you please,” cried out Lady Bellingham, reaching with trembling fingers for her smelling salts. “My niece is indeed upstairs, Sir, and I would lead you to her myself if I thought that would answer. I’m afraid nothing will serve while she’s in one of her tantrums, and I do declare she will be the death of me one day, but what can one do?”

As her ladyship looked perilously close to drop in a dead faint, Mr Kennet stepped forward to help her to the nearest chaise. The two gentlemen exchanged a tense look across the room, until Lucius eventually relented and nodded in the direction of the stairs.

“I’ll take care of the lady, you go upstairs and set our darling Deb to rights,” he smirked, feeling quite sure that, had Ravenscar not had way more pressing matters to attend, he would have happily knocked half the teeth out of his mouth.

It was nigh on half an hour later when Lady Bellingham came back fully to her senses, helped along by a glass of good Burgundy, and promptly resumed her gloomy predictions about the future.

“Think of the scandal, Lucius! I dismissed the servants as soon as I figured what Deb was up to, but I fear by then it was too late. And it can’t be helped anyway, if they’re set to have a breach, which looks more and more inevitable, and – oh, Lucius, they’re fully capable of murdering one another when they’re both in a rage, and where will that leave us?”

“If you have a little more patience, ma’am, you will see for yourself how everything will turn out for the best,” he hastened to reassure her, and indeed, he was soon proven right by the abrupt reappearance of Mr and Mrs Ravenscar, both of them looking oddly flushed, and more than a little sheepish besides.

“Not one word,” Deborah warned him as he took in their rumpled appearances, from his hastily rearranged cravat to the way her curls tumbled freely around her shoulders.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he grinned, and poured himself a glass of wine. “I shall drink to your future happiness, my darling.”

Deborah blushed most endearingly, and turned her attention to the afflicted matron. “Dearest Aunt Lizzie, we’re very sorry for causing you such an unreasonable amount of trouble. With your permission, we shall be on our way presently.”

“Oh, go away, you impossible creature,” her aunt waved her off feebly. “Both of you.”

Ravenscar looked as embarrassed as he ever was, which was in itself most diverting. “My apologies, ma’am,” he bowed, somewhat uncomfortably, and offered his arm to his wife.

“Faith, if young Master Adrian doesn’t get a new playfellow within the next twelvemonth, then I’m not Lucius Kennet,” he laughed under his breath, and tossed off his wine.

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Updated Manga: December 2023

Men of the Harem: Season 2, Ep. 129-133 added since December 1st

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Tower of God: Season 3, Ep. 171-174 added December 3rd

Morgana and Oz: Ep. 57-59 added since December 3rd

Jujutsu Kaisen: Ch. 244-246 added since December 3rd

Boku no Hero Academia: Ch. 408-410 added since December 3rd

I'm the Queen in This Life: Ep. 58-61 added since December 3rd

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Simply Good Sense for a Duke's Daughter: Ch. 64 added December 18th

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95% of the Western hemisphere more luck bases are destroyed and that ranges from very small like one block all the way up to 40 by 70 miles. There's only one or two large bases left one is 30x40 there's 50 by 60 and once those are gone there will not be I'm warlock presents except for the populace and it won't do any good but we see that they've been studying being separate and doing things and having people in their midst and they will be very excited and they're going to try and use threats from the island and on us.

Almost 99.9% of the morlock basis are destroyed in the Eastern hemisphere of Earth and they're wiped out that clues the North Pole and Antarctica and the surrounding Islands with the exception of New Zealand Australia and Iceland up north it is a huge event tons of more lack of finding out and evacuating. Roughly 5% is left with the populace most of that is are in the cities goofballs and are getting hauled in arrested and getting in fights big fights by the way like 2 million people versus two million people and they lose every time. And it's going to be coming up soon as War of the worlds and things like that because what's going on yes why would they evacuate the Midwest and simply put we're going after all the stuff and pulling everybody out and they're evacuating like 1% a day and today huge numbers of robots came up and started ripping everything out and going after tons of people and John remillard thought it was him so he started giving you s*** yelling and stuff he knows that nobody was reporting into him tried calling the basis out there no answer call the other people the bases are gone tried to figure out who and he couldn't tried to find out from Mac and Max and I don't know who it is and Tommy f is running around say it's our son so they let him know what was going on that makes sense doesn't it and they were caught.

That's a huge huge huge thing the Midwest is empty it's Giant and the upper Midwest will empty momentarily there's not many people there and fully it's going to be empty nobody will be there I'm going to pull all the factories and all the equipment matter of fact we're going to start right now

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Manga: Simply Good Sense for a Duke’s Daughter

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assfdsahgjkf, this queen actually named Iris with half her own name and half the name of the woman she wanted in her family.

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Mahou Inktober 21 - Free Day 3 (Sorry for the delay)

I’ve been on a Isekai Villainess kick, so here are some lovely flowers of evil(?) Heads up for the tags cause the titles are LONG