#Bridgerton Track List

[plussizefantasia]

More Body, More Money

Anthony Bridgerton x wife!reader

Word Count: 1.1k

warnings: Allusion to smut towards the end, references to a female body and that body being bigger

an: holy shit sorry for disappearing for so long. I make no promises as to when I'll come back as I seem to have a habit of breaking those. I've been in a Bridgerton mood recently though and typed this on my phone in like an hour so no promises that it's all that good. I will say though that I've been working on a request recently and it's currently at 4k and counting which is by far the longest fic I've ever written and I'm not even to the good part yet. I've also finished outlining the rest of the parts for my Kili x reader fic. I think that's it though, thanks for reading this far if you did and for putting up with my bs.

“Darling, could you come here a moment?” Your husband called from his desk. Recently you had taken to reading while lounging on the couch in his study. It was a great way to spend time with your busy husband while also letting him get his work done. 

You didn’t exactly know what he was working on at the moment but apparently, your presence was needed to solve whatever issue he had stumbled upon. It wasn’t until you got closer to his desk that you noticed the receipts and ledgers sprawled across his desk. He was updating the families' books and tracking the spending that you and the rest of his family had done that month. 

“Yes, my love?” You moved to rest your hand on his back and traced it across his shoulders and on his neck. It was as if you two were magnets, unable to keep apart for very long. If you were close enough then you would feel your hands gravitating towards him. And if the way his arm moved to rest on your back as well, he had the same urges when in proximity to you. 

“I’ve noticed something odd in the charges from the modiste.” Anthony handed you the papers. Both you and Eloise had gone to the modiste at the beginning of the month to be fitted for some new gowns to prepare for her second season in the marriage mart and your first season as the Viscountess. 

“I’ll admit to not being the most knowledgeable about gowns and other frivolities my love, but is it normal for the cost difference to be this large? I mean when Ben and I get new suits the price is almost always similar.” He pointed to the two prices listed on the bill from Madame Delacroix. 

You didn’t know how to respond to this, you knew the reason behind the price difference between yours and Elioises dresses, of course, it was something that you had thought of already. After all, it was the same reason that your younger sister always got more gowns than you every season that the two of you attended growing up. You were larger, and as the modiste you had gone to grow up with had said “More body means more fabric means more money.” more money that your father had deemed unnecessary so you had only ever gotten one or two new dresses while your sister would be fitted for five or six of the newest and most flattering styles.

But how could you explain this to Anthony? That your dresses cost more than his sisters because you were bigger, and that meant more money.

You knew Anthony loved your body, he worshiped it often in fact but there was a difference between getting lost in the softness of your embrace and seeing the real-life sometimes the financial consequences of living in a bigger body.

“Oh, Anthony, it is uh- just a matter of resources I suppose.” 

He raised a brow at you. “I’m not sure I understand. What do you mean by resources?”

“Well dear husband, you and your brother are very similar in height and build which means the two of you have very similar resource usage, whereas myself and your sister are quite different in the… resource usage department.”

“My love, I need you to speak to me as if I am an idiot.” 

You deeply sighed and prepared yourself to have the conversation that you had been trying and failing to get out of. “Eloise is small, therefore it does not take as much fabric to make her dresses, whereas I am quite well endowed and my dresses require more material. More body means more fabric means more money it is as simple as that.” 

“That is preposterous, are you both not getting dresses?” His tone was getting more defensive, and it warmed your heart to know that he was willing to get upset at the simple fact that Madame Delacroix had charged you more because your dress was bigger. You had expected him to be embarrassed, and deep down somewhat afraid that he would realize that he had signed himself up for these extra expenses for the rest of his life by marrying you. 

“Well darling, think about it, would you expect to pay the same amount for a child as you would for yourself? Do you not pay more for your suits than you do Greg’s?”

“No, I see your point darling.”

“That is all this is my love, different sizes of clothing cost different amounts. If it is a problem I can just see about getting some of my old gowns altered to make them somewhat nicer for the new season, that way you would not have to spend as much.”

“What? No. Darling, this is not about the money, I was merely worried that that woman had tried to take advantage of you, charging you far more than Eloise for the same thing. I couldn’t care less about the money. In fact, I think you should get ten more gowns made, show everyone in the Ton that I am married to the most voluptuous, sensual, and desirable woman in the world.” He pulled you closer to him so that you were standing in between his spread knees, you still standing over him as he leaned back in his chair.

Anthony began training kisses up and down the arm that he had grasped within his hand. Turning your wrist over so that he could place one at the center of your palm. 

“I do not need ten new gowns, Anthony, that is far too much.” You giggled and protested, feeling more enamored with the man you married with every word out of his mouth.

“Perhaps I shall buy you ten diamond necklaces then so that I can have an excuse to stare at your chest as often as I’d like.” You snorted and gently smacked the back of his head. “Anthony Bridgerton, that is scandalous talk and you know it.”

“Nothing is scandalous between husband and wife, especially when the two are alone.” He wiggled his eyebrows at you and lifted the corners of his lips into a sultry grin, one that had your knees feeling weaker by the second. 

“All I really need, dear husband, is you.”

A smile that you could only consider adoring spread across your husband's face.

“And I you, my love.”

“No Anthony, I need you.”

His grin turned to a full-blown smirk spreading across his face, “Well, what the Viscountess needs she gets…” 

;)

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[sea-owl]

What about an au that in it Anthony, Benedict, and Colin recruit their future sister in-laws.

Like the guys are trying to court the loves of their lives but Kate, Sophie, and Penelope are all oblvious and or in denial. So an inside man or rather woman is needed.

Enter Edwina, Posy, and Felicity, their loves' beloved younger sisters.

Anthony got lucky with asking for Edwina's help. One of the few things Edwina wanted the most was to see her sister happily married as well. Kate acted more like a chaperone than a woman looking for marriage herself, which was a shame in Edwina's eyes since she knew Kate was a secret romantic. So when Viscount Bridgerton came to her not as a suitor but as a potential brother-in-law, Edwina was delighted to jump on the chance.

Benedict got Posy's help by complete accident. In this AU, Earl Penwood hadn't kicked the bucket but still only claimes Sophie as his ward. It's an open secret one look at Sophie, and they know she's his illegitimate daughter. But it's not acknowledged, so no one says anything. Sophie does not care for London and is happier when they are in the countryside. She does not want a husband who takes mistresses like her father did and potentially brings more children in the world like her. Nor does she plan to risk any illegitimate children herself. She's decided spinsterhood is best for her and is just waiting it out. Of course, Benedict fell in love with her at first sight. Unfortunately for him, due to her experiences, Sophie is weary of any promises or pretty words a man says. Posy just happened to see Benedict have a woe is me moment in the garden during a ball after Sophie had yet again managed to evade him. Her thought was that this man was pathetic, but then the inner romantic side of Posy thought it was kinda sweet this Bridgerton still held a soft spot for her favorite sister. Posy asked Benedict ofnhe owned any property in the country. Benedict tells her yes and a little bit about My Cottage. Posy then says she'll help Benedict wins her sister's hand so long as she gets to visit. Benedict agrees, enthusiastically shaking Posy's hand.

Now, to be fair to Colin, he was probably on the right track using bribes to get Felicity to help him. Felicity is Hyacinth's bestie, and everyone knows if you want Hyacinth to do something, you gotta bribe her. The downside is that Felicity is Hyacinth's bestie, so she knows how to negotiate a bribe, and the hand of Felicity's favorite sister, plus the add on feature of distracting Eloise to give Colin time with just Penelope, is a high price. Colin's pockets were lighter than when he entered that day, but now he has a partner in crime and a list of gifts he and Felicity compiled together to start his courtship with Penelope.

#i am back on my agenda of shenanigans between abc and their sister in-laws #bridgerton #polin #kathony #benophie #anthony bridgerton #edwina sharma #edwina sheffield #benedict bridgerton #posy reiling #colin bridgerton #felicity featherington

[distinguisheddwarffriend]

Today on Hobbit-Headcanons:

What would the company of Thorin Oakenshield enjoy about the Modern World?

One of my WIP transports the company to our world shortly before they're supposed to reach Rivendell, and into the apartment of my OFC.

So here is a list of things I think each character would enjoy about the Modern World:

Thorin: Google Maps, Siri (will totally argue with her like she's real), Shows like The Crown, Game of Thrones, but also Bridgerton, Democracy (yes you read that correctly), Rock music

Fili: Birth Control (can finally fuck around without risking the royal lineage), Superhero Movies (has an huuuhe crush on Black Widow), Tinder, Martial Arts, Feminism, Henley shirts to show of his muscles, bars & clubs

Kili : TikTok (LOVES cat videos, Top Content Creator about Archery, 'deep thoughts'/rambling, 'prank my uncle/brother with me', does EVERY challenge, accidental thirsttraps & flustered by the comments), Parkour, Man Buns & (Hipster-) Fashion, LGBTQ+ - Community , karaoke bars, team sports, the zoo

Bofur: modern music (especially pop songs with dirty lyrics), Tumblr (is no. 1 shit-poster), music festivals, arts&crafts blogs, Christopher's Streets Day

Bifur: Google Translate, Modern Medicine, Pain Medication, ASL, RomComs (trust me), helps out in an animal shelter, country music

Bombur: Cooking Shows (has his own Online Show), Kindergarten (he had so many children, the reprieve would be SO appreciated), international foodstuff to try

Dwalin: Guns, MMF, store-bought cookies, sport shows (AGRESSIVE fan for whatever team he randomly picks), Barbecues

Balin: Twitter (the political possibilities!!!), mental healthcare (he's sending the whole line of Durin he had no time for their shit), Spa Days, public schools, classical music

Oin: Modern Medicine (Duh), hearing aids, physiotherapy

Gloin: bitcoins, the stock market, Facebook (posts daily about Gimli)

Dori: hair tutorials, fashion shows, tracking devices (has totally microchipped a drunk Nori at some point)

Nori: hacking, movies with the lovable rogue as the MC (Pirates of the Carribbean, Deadpool etc.), spy movies (duh), the mafia (yes, he becomes a boss within weeks)

Ori: Wikipedia, public libraries, tutorials for EVERYTHING (knitting, cutting your own hair, how to talk to royalty, fancy war cries, you name it), fantasy novels, public schools

Bilbo: Food blogs, the "ignore call"-button, Instagram, university (will mayor in at least three subjects), museums

Gandalf: the Internet as a whole, email/ instant messaging, yard sales, modern weed, museums (has a knack for finding cursed items), adventure movies (after watching Indiana Jones he seriously debated obtaining a whip)

#tolkien #the hobbit #middle earth #the hobbit fanfiction #thorin oakenshield #fili and kili #fíli #kili #bilbo baggins #bifur #bofur #bombur #dori #nori #ori #dwalin #balin #gandalf #oin #gloin #what if #tolkien imagine #the hobbit imagine

[fayes-fics]

Naughty or Nice

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x fem!reader

Summary: Anthony is handing out festive punishment to naughty people.

Warnings: 18+ smut, minors DNI, spanking, dirty talk, fingering.

Word Count: 2.7k

Author's Note: Happy Valentine's Day 🧡 - here, have a Christmas fic haha. This was originally for @silverhallow 12 Day of Smutmas, but it's over TWO months late and now totally out of season (sorry). However, the fine people on my follow list asked I post anyway, so here it is. Unbetaed. Enjoy <3

He is dressed as Santa and looks exactly like the kind of festive trouble you are craving. 

“My friend Daphne’s oldest brother,” your sister nods as she tracks your line of sight, “Handsome, yes, but also, playboy. I wouldn't if I were you,” is her rather harsh warning.

You watch as he jokingly plays the part, sitting on an ornate, almost throne-like chair, as various tipsy people wander up and sit on his knee, and he asks what they want for Christmas.

“Listen, if I’m going to mess around with anyone after my breakup, it’s going to be with someone that fucking handsome,” you argue back, glad he has forgone the traditional big white beard and belly.

“Fine,” she concedes with a sigh, “but I've heard rumours, kinky stuff, so don't say I didn't warn you,” is her parting shot. 

You raise an eyebrow at her; if there was one thing on your list now you've moved to London, it's new experiences. You have only been with one man, your first boyfriend, and sweet as he was, everything was very nice. Just nice. You want something different. You check your dress and saunter over to him. 

“Hello, little girl,” he drawls as you approach, his eyes raking over you salaciously, signalling for you to sit on his knee, “have you been naughty or nice this year?”

You perch on his lap sideways as he smirks at you. “Santa, I've been a very nice girl,” you begin, twirling a strand of hair, then you lean in and whisper in his ear, “but I want to be very, very naughty.”

He coughs and shifts in his seat; you feel the play of thigh muscles under your bottom and a warm hand low on your back. 

“Just how naughty?” he murmurs, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

You loop an arm around his neck, knowing he can see down the neckline of your dress.

“So naughty I don't think you would bring me any presents on Christmas Eve,” you pout, leaving no room for doubt as to your intentions.

He leans in closer, and you can smell expensive liquor on his breath. “Every girl deserves a treat from Santa, even the naughty ones,” his voice low and sultry.

“What sort of treats does Santa give to naughty girls?” you inquire softly, knowing you have never flirted this outrageously in your life.

“Ones they will remember,” he says cryptically; the hand on your back curls around your waist and pulls you closer, your hip bumping his crotch. “Would you like your treat early this year, naughty girl?”

“Yes, please, Santa,” you demure, biting your lip again.

He pushes your hair aside with a gentle hand and trails his nose up your neck, inhaling deeply, making all your skin tingle. “Mmmm, meet me in two minutes down that hallway, third door on the left.”

You slip off his lap with a little triumphant smile and wander over to the drinks table. A fortifying shot is just what you want right now. The cheap liquor burns as you take the shot, but it's the liquid courage you need. After a couple of minutes, You wander down the hallway opening the door he requested. 

It's a bedroom, sleek and dimly lit, the skyline of London silhouetted outside the picture windows.

“Hello there, naughty girl,” a voice like velvet emerges from a corner, and you glance aside to see him sitting casually in a wingback chair, one foot on his other knee, expensive glass in hand, which he puts aside and stands up.

“Hello,” you reply, a fire in your belly as he walks over and crowds into your back, burying his nose into your hair, a hand landing softly on your bum cheek.

“Are you ready for your treat from Santa?” he asks softly, breathing deeply.

“That depends,” you reply, “what is it?”

He chuckles richly. “Naughty girls get a jolly good spanking,” his breath hot on your scalp, the hand on your bum flexing slightly. “So they learn how to be good girls.”

You can’t contain your sharp inhale, and your body tenses involuntarily. You have never been spanked before but are suddenly desperate to be. 

“Oh, I see,” he intuits everything from your reaction. “We have a first-time naughty girl here, I see. Well, you are in for a treat. You should know if you don't like your treat, you say Red, just like Rudolph’s nose, and then Santa will stop. Do you understand me?” he explains clearly as he runs a finger down your spine, causing a quiver in his wake.

“Yes,” you chirp. “I want it, Santa,” you confirm.

“Good. Grab the railing,” he commands gently, nodding to the wrought iron footboard of the bed in front of you. You wrap your hand around the thin cool metal and take a calming breath.

The warm hand over your bottom slides down onto the back of your thigh. As it makes its way back, he hitches your dress up, exposing your underwear. 

“Santa approves,” he breathes, fingers spidering over the French cut knickers you wear. You smile, unseen by him, his focus wholly on your backside, so pleased you splashed out on a new set for this party. 

“Now, were you a naughty girl this year?” he asks, the hand rubbing a gentle circle over the globe of your bum.

“Yes, Santa,” you play along, nodding. This is entertaining and alluring; you don’t know how to feel except giggly and aroused.

“On a scale of 1 to 10,” he teases, splaying his fingers around your cheek, “how naughty were you?”

“Eleven,” you reply, coquettish, and he chuckles.

“That is so very, very naughty,” his nose running into the hair at the nape of your neck. “You will be spanked eleven times then,” he states casually.

Oh.

His face still nuzzles the back of your head as there is a short little smack on your right cheek. It's just the lightest of taps, but still, you feel something liquify inside your tummy. It's not enough but so much all at one.

“Harder, please, Santa,” you breathe, wanting to goad him.

“We are just getting started, my naughty girl,” he sniggers. “Now that's one. Do you think you can count for me?” he asks, his face twisting to your neck, sliding his lips over the sensitive pulse point there.

“One,” you whisper.

He hums approvingly, and his solid body rolls against you, the fake fur from his Santa jacket tickling the bare skin above the back of your strapless dress. Wordlessly his hand pulls away and descends again, this time with a fraction more force.

“Two,” you count dutifully, which is followed by a slight moan as his heated lips suck on your skin.

“What do you want for Christmas, naughty girl?” he buzzes.

“This,” you reply softly, honestly. This is better than any present you could imagine.

“Mmmm, good answer,” he compliments, his tongue lathing over the cord of your neck, bending you over slightly so you lean further forward, your hands gripping the bed railing.

His other hand moves, sliding from your waist down over the flare of your hip, mapping your contours with his palm that feel almost heavy. You know what's coming before he even pulls his hand away, and you hold your breath in anticipation as the hand withdraws and then spanks down on your left cheek.  

“Three,” you exhale that held breath and push back slightly, swaying in your strappy platform heel, wanting to feel his pelvis against yours, check if he is as turned on as you are. 

His teeth worry your earlobe, and his breath is so loud in your ear as that same hand withdraws again and then rains down another slap, this one with a curved open hand.

“Four.”

“You are doing well, naughty girl,” he assures. “Do you think you are learning your lesson?”

“Yes, I will try to be a good girl from now on, Santa,” you breathe.

“Only try? That’s not good enough,” he clucks. “We need you reformed. I think I’m going to have to go harder,” he sighs, and you feel a thrill run down your spine at his decadent words.

The next tap is back on your other cheek and makes an audible sound. You swallow heavily and feel the room heating up rapidly as there is the slightest tingle over your skin.

“Five.”

“Lean forward,” he lectures softly into your ear, “We need to ensure you have really learned your lesson.” His other hand grabs the dip of your waist, pulling your pelvis back flush into the concave curve of his body and pushing your head down slightly. The electric tension of the moment engulfs your senses as you hang onto the footboard, knuckles turning white. 

It's his left hand again this time. Same intensity as the last; you have to exhale a puff of air.

“Six.”

“More than halfway now,” he assures, and you can hear the smirk in his voice.

Your left butt cheek stings from the next blow, an open-handed smack that makes you jump slightly, and his responding chuckle is a deep rumble that hums over your skin. 

“Seven.”

You know you are holding your breath, waiting for the final four spanks. They have been building in intensity, making you burn hotter all over, but mainly at the apex of your thighs. You try to discreetly rub your thighs together to relieve the ache you feel there, allow your clit to catch on your underwear just so, but his grip on your hip quells your movement.

“Stop that,” he warns heatedly, causing a shiver down your spine. “Take your punishment like a good girl; stop enjoying it so much,” he tuts, but his tone indicates you should very much continue.

Boldly, you lean further forward over the bed railing, popping your bottom out so you rub his crotch. The growl he makes is like beautiful music.

The next spank rings out around the room, and you actually groan at the sensation, his hand lingering, fingertips digging in and grabbing your flesh.

“Eight,” your voice is a little rasping now.

Before you recover, he deals the mirror blow to your other cheek, and you exhale in a loud elongated moan.

“Nine.”

“Just two more now, naughty one,” he reminds. “Is your lovely bottom smarting just a bit now?” he inquiries duskily.

“Yes, Santa…” you confess, feeling so alive, a quake running through your entire being.

“Good,” he gloats, “you'll never learn to be a good girl if you don't feel it.”

He pulls both hands away quite a distance, and you inhale sharply, eagerly awaiting your final two.

One hand slaps hard with a slight twist of his wrist, and before you can count, the other hand does the same on your other side. They are the most vigorous blows, a radiating sting that turns into the most sublime warm burn. You are certain he has left a handprint on each side, and you feel a strange perverse compulsion to leave the room with your dress hitched up, wearing his red marks with pride on your skin, letting everyone see just what he has done to you.

“Ten, Eleven.” You count dutifully as your mind runs away with such debauched thoughts.

His hand rubs your cheeks delicately, warm fingertips soothing the ache but also stoking the fire in your belly. You want more from him. So much more. Whatever he is willing to offer. A huge part of you hopes he will just rip down your underwear and fuck you right here, right now. Your body is beyond ready for it.

“Now that you’ve had your punishment, how about your reward?” he offers, and your blood sings.

“There’s a reward Santa?” you gasp, hopeful, playing along, praying it will be something that soothes the wet throbbing between your legs.

“Oh yes, lean back against me,” he instructs, and you do so. Loving the snug feel of your body pressed up to his, something insistent on the cleft of your reddened cheeks. 

You reach back and loop your wrist around his neck, gyrating your hips, unmistakable in your message and unashamed in your need. Your stomach clenches in victory as one of his hands slips down over the front of your dress and curls under your hem. You gasp as warm fingers land on your slit through the lacy material.

“So molten hot,” he hisses into your temple, “now show Santa how pretty you look when you come hard like a very good girl,” his praising voice vibrating into your body.

Fingertips find your swollen clit and start to circulate, the drag of the fabric under them heightening the sensation somehow. You breathe out a noise of surprise, taken aback by how quickly his expert touch pushes you towards the edge, which elicits a rich chuckle from his lips.

“Please touch me,” you beg, panting lightly, his fingertips moving faster now. “Inside my knickers,” you amend quickly, pleadingly.

The material digs into the flesh over your hips and chafes against your aching cheeks as he slides that hand inside from the top. Then his bare fingers are on your sodden flesh, and you gasp, rocketing even fast as he snags your clit and restarts his motions.

“I love how wet you are,” he murmurs, hot on your ear.

You just moan and bare down on his questing fingers, drunk on how good it feels as your bottom still tingles from his hand. His touch is perfect, the right amount of pressure and speed to turn your knees to jelly; one hand clinging desperately to the bed rail, the other around his neck, leaning into his touch, wanting to collapse against him, let him take all your weight. Your eyes roll back as your hips gyrate with his ministrations, a sensual little dance he leads.

“That's it,” he gusts hot in your ear again, his lips slipping to brand that sensitive spot below your earlobe that always catches your breath.

“Santa…” you exhale, expecting it to feel weird on your tongue, but your desire is coiled too tight to care.

“Call my Anthony,” he orders, sounding desperate himself, his clothed cock rubbing deliciously against the cleft of your bottom as he starts to move with you.

“Santhony…” you slur in response, mixing the two words in your shakingly aroused, sex-drunken state.

If he doesn't like it, he doesn't react as such. In fact, his fingers curl tighter against you, the other hand branding your hip.

“Come for me, good girl,” he groans, surging his hips, so his cock rubs deliciously over your tailbone.

Breathing gusts out of your nose and biting your lip, you are trying to quell the urge to yell obscenely loud. The tide inside you breaks when Anthony bites your earlobe, sagging against him as every muscle convulses, strong waves fanning out from the white-hot spot under his fingers. Your smacked bottom pulsates in time with your clit, each muscle in your body going tense and then releasing. You know he is saying something, but it's a blur of noise and sensation. You haven't come this hard in years, possibly ever. 

When you finally feel able, you release your grip on the bedrail and see a red line across your palm where you have grasped so forcefully it has left a mark. He sees it and brings your hand to his lips, kissing it sweetly.

“How was that, my good girl?” he queries, his lips gentle on your palm.

You have to clear your throat, and still, your voice feels small and scratchy.

“Wonderful,” you admit.

“You did so well,” he flatters. “I think we may have to do this again,” the hopeful tone makes something in your stomach flip.

“But it's not Christmas after next week,” you point out with a sad pout.

“Oh, I can be any seasonal character you like, my girl,” he assures, running his nose up your neck and inhaling deeply. “Or just me.”

Inside you do a little victory dance. “Well, that would be wonderful… because next time I would really like to do something about this,” your pitch is teasing as you seize his hard searing cock through the novelty bright red trousers.

His groan is lewd and makes every synapse fire. “What are you doing later?” he pants.

“You. Hopefully.”

“Right bloody answer.”

It's a very Merry Christmas indeed.

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[gloster]

FAVORITE FANFICS OF 2023

We did it. We made it. We made it through the end of 2023, and BOY AM I HAPPY AS HELL TO SAY GOOD-FUCKING-BYE TO IT. I don't know about you guys, but this year- particularly the last quarter- have been a lot to say the least. A lot of headaches, a lot of mental breakdowns, a lot of emotional gymnastics, and more.

But thanks to good friends, good shows, good music, and of course good fanfics I managed to see it through the end.

One of my favorite New Year's Eve's traditions where I do my annually fanfic recs/favorite fanfics of the year. This marks a whooping 5th year doing it, YAY 🎉💃🏿 If interested, check out 2018, 2019, 2020, 2021, and 2022 lists.

Please know there's no real ranking, despite the number ordering. Loved all these stories listed. Loved all the fanfics writers featured. And of course highly highly highly recommend

Without further ado, here are my favorite fanfics of 2023:

1). Something Good by @no-net-ensnares-me (kathony/kanthony)

Summary: Eager to earn a wage that would provide a more suitable life for her family and prepare for Edwina’s debut in a couple years, Kate accepts a position as governess for the Bridgerton family and moves to London, where she finds herself thrown into the chaos of living with the severe yet handsome Viscount Anthony Bridgerton and his seven siblings.

or

The Sound of Music AU

The Hills are aliiiiiiiiiiiiive with the sound of music/and the feels are FEEEEEEEEEELT with each new chapter. LOL, but all jokes aside, yes it's been a year since we saw our dear Viscount and Viscountess yet I still ride hard for them like it's their season premire all over again. Thanks of course to the awesome fic writers who keep us well-feed as we wait for season 3, such as this gem right here

Seriously, I cannot stress how insanely good this was. A good retelling where you see elements of Sound of Music while also being its' own thing. The longing, the longing between Kate and Anthony is so good. READ IT.

2). A Devil's Love by FormerlyIR (Irony_Rocks), Irony_Rocks (kathony/kanthony)

Summary: When Kate's sister goes missing, she gets herself a waitress job at the Pebble Lounge to track her down, working under London’s seedy underbelly to find the only person she has left in this world to love. And Anthony Bridgerton? No matter how alluring and distracting he may be, he’s just a means to an end, his life defined by his family business built on corruption.

Kate won’t dance to that tune. She’s just trying to find her sister.

Two in a row. A win for kathony/kanthony. Where the first one for the most part is cozy and light, this one is dark. Not surprising since this story, according to the author, was inspired by the 2022's The Batman, focusing on the electric dynamic between our favorite Bruce and Selina Kyle. Or rather in this AU, the dynamics between a dangerous mob boss and a woman going undercover as a waitress to figure out what happened to her sister.

It's got everything. Protective/possessive Anthony. Stubborn, witty Kate. Great sexual tension. Fair warning, there is an unplanned pregnancy so keep that in mind. Sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride

3). Intent to Cherish by iffervescent (kinn x porsche)

Summary: A mouthy beta runs off with Kinn's watch. He goes to get it back.

4 chapters this story is. 4 chapters of hilarious back and forth. 4 chapters of Porsche keeping that stubborn streak in tact with Kinn trying to chip his way through. 4 chapters we get to watch Porsche go from intriguing thief, to Kinn's employee, and finally intended.

This story checks off so many boxes. ABO AU, which is always a favorite. Sugar Baby and Sugar Daddy dynamic- never get tired of that. And of course Porsche being spoiled rotten. What more could you want?

4). burnt cotton series by taetaehland (taekook)

Summary: here's a series featuring your favorite bratty taehyung and his whipped husband, jeongguk (plus their adorable pups)

Once again, we got ABO and we so far have 11 stories of it featuring our favorite BTS as they grow more of their little family, grow more in love, and of course Tae growing more crafty and poor Kookie growing more insane. I love it.

Not to mention seeing all the ways Jungkook becomes more and more whipped for his husband is just the icing on the cake.

5). 'Tis a Far Better Thing by @the-sinking-ship (drarry)

Summary: 'Tis a far, far better thing doing stuff for other people — or however the Muggle saying goes — because Potter is in need of professional help, and Draco is just the man to give it to him.

A Drarry Clueless AU.

Sometimes you come across two things, such as two fandoms that on the surface seem so far farfetched until one ambitious fic writer creates a story that combines elements of the two and creates a wonderful gem of a story. Which is exactly what happened here.

Draco Malfoy and Cher Horowitz are so much alike, it's not even funny. Thus enhancing my enjoyment for this story to outright love love loving.

Again, elements to a famous story that brings on the nostalgia and enjoyment while also being it's own fresh spin. Plus FASHION. Draco as a Fashion Designer with Harry being his newest client. Along with Draco massively simping- always a win in my book.

6). Tracklist by Mia_Moon (sukuita/sukuIta)

Summary: Singer Sukuna x Fanboy Yuuji

Where they do kinky stuff together first and then get to know each other later.

Sometimes you have that fandom with an OTP that's set and your loyal ride or ship. Then there are other fandoms, where you love most of the characters, see the chemistry between them, love the dynamics, and it's fair game for shipping season. Jujutsu Kaisen is one of those fandoms, and sukita/sukulta was one of those ships that I just ended up falling in love with it.

Listen. Listen. Listen. I know the synopsis just give smutty smutty good time, but you get that and MORE.

What more you say be asking? Well, for starter our dear boy Yuuji who gets spoiled rotten, pampered, and yes, also gets sexed up 7 ways to Sunday- featuring some of the hottest smut I've read so far might I add. Mia_Moon did their thing, and I definitely will be reading more of and more of their works.

I don't know why to explain it, but there's something about a celebrity AU, where we have one half of the ship be this famous celeb and the other being this outsider getting pulled into their world. I ate it up every single time.

7). I'm Only Going to Heaven (If it Feels Like Hell) by stereobone (eruri)

Summary: "Are you saying you want to be my sugar daddy?" Levi says.

This story, I kid you not, came at the best timing, especially as I still try to untangle my very tangled feelings regarding the final season of Attack of Titan. But one positive that came outta it was my ulitmate love for Levi Ackerman, along with rekindling my love for eruri.

Good to note, one of the quickest quickest ways for me to immediately read a fanfic is if I see the keywords: Sugar Daddy.

What can I say? It gets me everytime. And this one was no different. This story not only came to my radar at the perfect time, but it also was just so damn perfect. So damn good. And of course had me looking through whatever other eruri stories the writer had under their belt.

8). Minor Family Supremacy by @yoonmoonbii (vegaspete, kinnporsche,payurain, prapaisky)

Summary: Like Vegas, Venice Theerapanyakun was born into a dangerous world of crime and power plays. And unlike Vegas, he is well protected by his family who shelters the little boy and spoils him to the core. However, in a day like every other, Venice is kidnapped.

Oh dear lord, where do we begin with this one? Well, much as 2023 was a hot flaming mess, it also became the year of Love of the Air (my new comfort show) and Kinnporsche. For not only me but also for my dear friends @littlenightdragon & @kila09. And what does one do after getting into a new show/fandom? Find fanfics to satisfy the fangirl cravings.

Minor Family Supremacy, or as me and @littlenightdragon often like to call it, the Minor Family Saga was the fanfic for us. And deliver what we needed after finishing Kinnporsche and wanted more of Vegas, more of Pete, and see the other side of the Minor Family.

This one, massive massive props, praise, and all the kudos for @yoonmoonbii for putting this series together because wow. Series starts off with Payu aka Venice as a kid, best friends with his cousin Prapai, being protected by his loving parents until one day changes their dynamics forever- and further widen the gap between the two . But quickly as each story goes on, the two find themselves being more aware of their positions, the complicated histories of their families, and how to stay on course of their own lives without falling into the trappings of Korn's narcisstic chesse game.

It's that good. Each story is like a TV season to the vegaspete spin-off we were so badly owed and sadly weren't granted.

9). Haute Couture, Mon Amour by @goldentruth813 (sheith)

Summary: When a scruffy stranger walks into Mamora Designs, personal shopper Shiro decks him in finery instead of sending him away. Little does Shiro know there’s more to this man than meets the eye and while trying to give him a picture perfect moment he just might find his own instead.

When it comes to @goldentruth813, you can count on several things. Amazing sheith stories. Incredible moments that will make your heart swoon or flutter (depending on the rating). And of course for Shiro to be spoiled rotten and given more depth than the show did.

This one, one word: FASHION. Fashion, fashion, with a lot of a Cinderella-ish vibe, only slightly if you catch it.

Honorable mention:

Wishing on a Frat Boy

10). He's The Bride by @sashadistan (tododeku)

Summary: Fae Prince Shoto has been waiting his whole life to marry his betrothed. As it turns out, a few interesting details were lost in translation, but Shoto still thinks his bride is worth the wait.

Oh @sashadistan, how I adore thee. For the way you just drop these amazing stories for us peasants, feeding us with wonderful content one story at a time. I always love your stories whether it's sheith, tododeku, and more.

This one was no different. This story has everything I could want: Fae Shouto, possessive Shouto, body worship, Izuku being his stuttering and flustering mess, and arranged marriage.

If y'all told me 5 or so years ago, I'd get into arranged marriage, I would have been dumbfounded. Or wonder if you were trying to be funny. Now? I love it. Just goes to show that sometimes it takes a good writer to make something you don't like a win in your eyes.

And now for the Honorable Mentions that were insanely good but due to time & length, couldn't go into full depth:

Just Breathe by @icecream-suga (2 part series w/1st part focusing on yoonmin & the 2nd on taekook; gangsters, drugs, gunplay, OH MY. So goooooood)

Right at Home by cmere (firstprince, alex x henry; grad students in a non-royal AU, fake-dating, and hijinks)

Hair Ribbons and Silk Ties by writer_of_passion (tiana x nanami/tianami; loving husband goes bonkers seeing his wife's curls loose and it GOES DOWN, so so so good)

Bedroom Hymns by Writcraft (drarry; daddy kink w/dom & sub undertones, insanely HOTTT)

Like, Comment, and Romance by @xskyll (tododeku; Youtuber Deku, pro-Hero Shouto, mutual longing and pining wrapped in a insanely fun read)

And there you have it. As usual, thanks to the awesome fanfic writers who do what they do. Fanfics, literally, is the only thing keeping us sane. And please check out all these stories.

HAPPY NEW YEAR, GUYS

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[benedictscanvas]

Hi!!! I hope you had a good extended break!! As a writer myself I totally get the need. 😊 I love your writing!! Can’t wait to see what inspiration takes you on your journey next

As for a request, can I suggest prompt number three on the meaningful gestures list you linked with either Eddie Munson or Benedict Bridgerton (my two current obsessions 😂🤭)

Have fun writing lovely!!!

Ames 💜

this is a gorgeously sweet ask, so i hope you enjoy some sweet benedict fluff! thank you so much for being lovely <3 | 0.6k words, gn!reader

When Benedict invited you over to his house, you were imagining an afternoon of tea and pleasant chatter with him and his mother who more than once had insisted you call her Violet. There would be longing looks passed between you in moments of quiet, perhaps, and you even dared to dream of a moment in which the two of you reached for the teapot at the same time and your hands would brush for just a moment.

You had not expected Violet to be busying herself with preparations for Daphne’s next ball of the season, nor for your reluctant stand-in chaperone to be Eloise. You certainly hadn’t expected said chaperone to put a hand on your shoulder five minutes into your visit, murmur something about a book she had to get back to before leaving the room moments later.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N, I never thought that Eloise would just-” he cut himself off before he disparaged his sister too much in your presence, “If you no longer want to spend the remainder of the day together, I’ll completely understand.”

You tilted your head at him to work out his meaning. Benedict was far from being a shy man, and the two of you had spent many a ball away from prying eyes when you found a corner to yourselves to talk. He’d also made his feelings on the unspoken rules of society quite plain from the night that you’d met, so it couldn't have been that. Taking this into account, his questioning could only be driven by his concern for your own comfort and the thought made you shiver.

“Do you want me to leave, Benedict? Only because you did promise that you’d show me your latest masterpiece and I am ever so keen to see how you’ve immortalised me in oil paint,” you said, eyes bright with gentle teasing. He hadn’t noticed the amusement in your face, if the pink tinge dusting across his cheeks was any indication.

“I’m worried I’ve given you the wrong impression,” he began tentatively, and you bit your lip to stop yourself from chuckling at his delicacy, “I’m afraid my newest work is not of your likeness, though I would, of course, be honoured to someday paint you, if you’d allow me. It is only that I do my best work when somebody sits for me, you see, and I would hate nothing more than to do your beauty an injustice by simply attempting to recreate it from memory, rather than-”

He was rambling and hardly thinking about his words and they were still so utterly complimentary. It was too much, and you didn’t want to stop yourself. You shuffled over towards him on the sofa slightly to accommodate it, then  reached out two careful hands to the sides of his face and simply held him. It stopped him in his tracks.

“Benedict?” you murmured softly, thumbing tiny brushstrokes onto his freckles. He stared, jaw a little slack, in response, hands stuck at his sides, “I was teasing. You make it rather easy for me, actually.”

He let out a breathy chuckle that sounded more strained than he had intended. Finally able to move again after the brief spell you had placed upon him, one hand circled your wrist in a cautious embrace.

“And you make everything very, very difficult,” he eventually whispered in return, though you knew he was simply trying to join in the teasing.

“You’d like me to stop, then?”

You knew the answer. He knew that you knew. It was clear in the way his eyes flickered across every feature of your face, in the way they bounced away quickly when he glanced downward. In the restraint that only showed in the tick at the back of his jaw.

“No, I don’t think that would do,” he admitted, hand sliding up, up, up your wrist and flattening itself against the back of your hand when you grinned. He leaned into it, “I should think, if it would make you happy, you could continue at least a little longer.”

There were words at the back of your throat that you might have swallowed down if it weren’t for the way he was looking at you and the fact he wouldn't allow you to pull your hands from his face. You looked down at your lap and spoke them.

“I would like to be in the business of doing things that make you happy, Benedict. If you’d let me.”

Like the restraint had snapped, just for a brief second, he turned his head and pressed a featherlight kiss to your palm. It had been so light you barely felt it, but your sharp inhaled gasp echoed in the space left between you. He smiled like he had done nothing of the sort.

“Only if I am allowed, by some miracle, to make you happy every day of our lives, from today on. Does that sound favourable, my love?”

The term of endearment was enough to break your own resolve. Using the hand that wasn’t caught in his, you lightly traced his brow bone, cheek bone, jaw bone, one finger sliding along the planes of his face to keep the sunlight from bursting out of your abdomen right there. His eyes were alight and the warmth found there was worth drowning in.

“Favourable indeed, Lord Bridgerton.”

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[charmsandtealeaves]

So for 2024 I decided to keep better track of what fics I’ve read and added to my TBR list. I’m gonna be attempting to post these each week 😅

This week I didn’t get chance to read much with family stuff going on but here we go:

Read this Week:

Dumbest Witch Alive by @petalsinwoodvale

Complete (7.6k), Order! Jily, Rated T

Lily Evans unexpectedly finds herself in an underground wizarding auction on Christmas Eve after trailing a dark wizard for intel. Chaos ensues when a dangerous magical creature, a nundu, breaks free from its cage, trapping Lily and the shady Eugene Scrooge together in the warehouse. Newly engaged, with the expectation to return to her fiancé to share the good news with his family during a trip to the in-laws, Lily depends on old childhood hobbies and sheer dumb luck to navigate the situation and escape alive.

Pinkest Bluestocking of the Ton by @wearingaberetinparis aka Ritaskeetered (Chapters 1-8)

WIP, Regency! Jily, Inspired by Bridgerton, Rated M

Dearest Reader, the ton are abuzz with the latest gossip, and so it is my honour to impart to you the news that the Duke of Peverell has returned to London at last! A year after setting off on his tour of Europe, Lady Peverell's son has returned and rumour has it that his mother is preparing for the most joyous of occasions: a late summer wedding that sees her son wed the next Duchess of Peverell. It is my sincere hope that you have stored a bottle of wine for this most delightful of upcoming events for if ever there were a more determined mama, this writer is Icarus and this society paper has been scorched for flying too close to the sun.

Every Mother Is A Grave by @witchofimber (recced by @turanga4)

Complete (6.1k), Molly Weasley, Rated G*

TW: PPD & complex family relationships

One week after the end of the war, and Ginny is the only child still in the house. Molly thought, automatically, that the whole brood would fly home to her. In the summer, when her children were still children, she would stand at the twilight doorway with a sonorous to her throat and watch them race across the meadows towards her, the kitchen windows their lighthouse across a sea of dark. Tall, rangy Bill herding Fred and George, Ron and Ginny chasing each other in squabbling circles, Percy with a mouth already full of complaints and accusations, Charlie loping slowly, always last. But Bill is with his own family now. Charlie is in Romania. Percy writes her fearful owls and avoids his father’s gaze. George is apparently drunk in the flats of various friends. Ron bounces between George and Harry, trying to watch over them, flooing back home to grab soup and hangover potion. So only Ginny - her much-loved girl, her longed-for daughter, her baby - is in the house, and that fact should not fill Molly with dread.

You’ve Got A Friend In Me by Ritaskeetered

Blackevans (platonic), Fest Drabbles, Rated T

Sometimes friendship can be found in the unlikeliest of places, with the people you least expected to befriend. Written for mppmaraudergirl's Blackevans BFF Week

The Summer I Fell In Love by @annasghosts

Complete (9.8k), Holiday AU! Jily, Rated T

Lily Evans’ plan was to survive her sister’s destination wedding and rush back to her busy life in London, but a slight lapse in judgement and a chance encounter with a bloke who planned to escape his own London life might change everything.

Round And Round by @jilyism

Complete (1.7k), Hogwarts! Jily, Rated G

There’s a certain pleasure in this knowing—this understanding—of a person who exists outside of her.

Hold On To The Memories, They Will Hold On To You by @thelighthousestale

Complete (1.8k), Hogwarts! Jily, NYE, Rated T

Lily Evans is ready to spend New Year's Eve alone in her bedroom until James Potter files in and offers her a midnight ride.

Added to the ever-growing TBR List:

Pillar Of Pride by @sunshinemarauder

Complete (3.5k), Hogwarts! Jily, Rated G

James Potter is proud. This, she knows. She knows his pride like the back of her hand. She knows it from flying classes and Transfiguration successes and Quidditch games and pompous hair-ruffling. James Potter masquerades behind a pillar of pride, and to witness those pillars crumble is a precious rarity.

I Bend Like A Willow Thinking Of You by @thequibblah

Complete (7.4K), Jily AU - Canon Divergence, Rated T

She wanted to shake him by the shoulders, to ask him point-blank why this seemed to be the only bloody universe in which he couldn’t see how she felt about him—and the only one in which he felt nothing beyond friendship for her.

Everyone But You by @theesteemedladydebourgh

Complete (15.4K),Jily Starstruck AU, Rated M

“If I have to spend one more minute with your stupid face I’m going to—” “Fall in love with me?” Part-time bartender, full-time oncoming trainwreck Lily Evans sleeps with famous actor James Potter. Love (?) and shenanigans ensue. (Starstruck AU)

#charms read round up #week 1 #rec list

[verena-targaryen-writes]

The Duke and I (part 2)

The new Duke of Hastings is a most interesting character. While it is common knowledge that he was not on favorable terms with his father, even This Author is unable to learn the reason for the estrangement .

Lady Whistledown's Society Papers, 26 April 1813

Later that week, Diana found herself standing on the fringes of Lady Danbury's ballroom, far away from the fashionable crowd. She was quite content with her position.

Normally she would have enjoyed the festivities; she liked a good party as well as the next young lady, but earlier that evening, Anthony had informed her that Nigel Berbrooke had sought him out two days earlier and asked for her hand. Again. Anthony had, of course, refused (again!), but Diana had the sinking feeling that Nigel was going to prove uncomfortably persistent. After all, two marriage proposals in two weeks did not paint a picture of a man who accepted defeat easily.

Across the ballroom she could see him looking this way and that, and she shrank further into the shadows.

She had no idea how to deal with the poor man. He wasn't very bright, but he also wasn't unkind, and though she knew she had to somehow put an end to his infatuation, she was finding it far easier to take the coward's way out and simply avoid him.

She was considering slinking into the ladies' retiring room when a familiar voice stopped her in her tracks.

"I say, Diana, what are you doing all the way over here?"

Diana looked up to see her eldest brother making his way toward her. "Anthony," she said, trying to decide if she was pleased to see him or annoyed that he might be coming over to meddle in her affairs. "I hadn't realized you would be in attendance."

"Mother," he said grimly. No other words were necessary.

"Ah," Diana said with a sympathetic nod. "Say no more. I understand completely."

"She made a list of potential brides." He shot his sister a beleaguered look. "We do love her, don't we?"

Diana choked on a laugh. "Yes, Anthony, we do."

"It's temporary insanity," he grumbled. "It has to be. There is no other explanation. She was a perfectly reasonable mother until you reached marriageable age."

"Me?" Diana squeaked. "Then this is all my fault? You're a full eight years older than I am!"

"Yes, but she wasn't gripped by this matrimonial fervor until you came along."

Diana snorted. "Forgive me if I lack sympathy. I received a list last year."

"Did you?"

"Of course. And lately she's been threatening to deliver them to me on a weekly basis. She badgers me on the issue of marriage far more than you could ever imagine. After all, bachelors are a challenge. Spinsters are merely pathetic. And in case you hadn't noticed, I'm female."

Anthony let out a low chuckle. "I'm your brother. I don't notice those things." He gave her a sly, sideways look. "Did you bring it?"

"My list? Heavens, no. What can you be thinking?"

His smile widened. "I brought mine."

Diana gasped. "You didn't!"

"I did. Just to torture Mother. I'm going peruse it right in front of her, pull out my quizzing glass—"

"You don't have a quizzing glass."

He grinned—the slow, devastatingly wicked smile that all Bridgerton males seemed to possess. "I bought one just for this occasion."

"Anthony, you absolutely cannot. She will kill you. And then, somehow, she'll find a way to blame me. "

"I'm counting on it."

Diana swatted him in the shoulder, eliciting a loud enough grunt to cause a half dozen partygoers to send curious looks in their direction.

"A solid punch," Anthony said, rubbing his arm.

"A girl can't live long with four brothers without learning how to throw one." She crossed her arms. "Let me see your list."

"After you just assaulted me?"

Diana rolled her brown eyes and cocked her head in a decidedly impatient gesture.

"Oh, very well." He reached into his waistcoat, pulled out a folded slip of paper, and handed it to her. "Tell me what you think. I'm sure you'll have no end of cutting remarks."

Diana unfolded the paper and stared down at her mother's neat, elegant handwriting. The Viscountess Bridgerton had listed the names of eight women. Eight very eligible, very wealthy young women. "Precisely what I expected," Diana murmured.

"Is it as dreadful as I think?"

"Worse. Philipa Featherington is as dumb as a post."

"And the rest of them?"

Diana looked up at him under raised brows. "You didn't really want to get married this year, anyway, did you?"

Anthony winced. "And how was your list?"

"Blessedly out-of-date, now. Three of the five married last season. Mother is still berating me for letting them slip through my fingers."

The two Bridgertons let out identical sighs as they slumped against the wall. Violet Bridgerton was undeterred in her mission to marry off her children. Anthony, her eldest son, and Diana, her eldest daughter, had borne the brunt of the pressure, although Diana suspected that the viscountess might have cheerfully married off ten-year-old Hyacinth if she'd received a suitable offer.

"Good God, you look a pair of sad sorts. What are you doing so far off in the corner?"

Another instantly recognizable voice. "Benedict," Diana said, glancing sideways at him without moving her head. "Don't tell me Mother managed to get you to attend tonight's festivities."

He nodded grimly. "She has completely bypassed cajoling and moved on to guilt. Three times this week she has reminded me I may have to provide the next viscount, if Anthony here doesn't get busy."

Anthony groaned.

"I assume that explains your flight as well to the darkest corners of the ballroom?" Benedict continued. "Avoiding Mother?"

"Actually," Anthony replied, "I saw Di skulking in the corner and—"

"Skulking?" Benedict said with mock horror.

She shot them both an irritated scowl. "I came over to hide from Nigel Berbrooke," she explained. "I left Mother in the company of Lady Jersey, so she's not likely to pester me anytime soon, but Nigel—"

"Is more monkey than man," Benedict quipped.

"Well, I wouldn't have put it that way precisely," Diana said, trying to be kind, "but he isn't terribly bright, and it's so much easier to stay out of his way than to hurt his feelings. Of course now that you lot have found me, I shan't be able to avoid him for long."

Anthony voiced a simple, "Oh?"

Diana looked at her two older brothers, both an inch above six feet with broad shoulders and melting brown eyes. They each sported thick chestnut hair—much the same color as her own—and more to the point, they could not go anywhere in polite society without a small gaggle of twittering young ladies following them about.

And where a gaggle of twittering young ladies went, Nigel Berbrooke was sure to follow.

Already Diana could see heads turning in their direction. Ambitious mamas were nudging their daughters and pointing to the two Bridgerton brothers, off by themselves with no company save for their sister.

"I knew I should have made for the retiring room," Diana muttered.

"I say, what's that piece of paper in your hand, Di?" Benedict inquired.

Somewhat absentmindedly, she handed him the list of Anthony's supposed brides.

At Benedict's loud chortle, Anthony crossed his arms, and said, "Try not to have too much fun at my expense. I predict you'll be receiving a similar list next week."

"No doubt," Benedict agreed. "It's a wonder Colin—" His eyes snapped up. "Colin!"

Yet another Bridgerton brother joined the crowd.

"Oh, Colin!" Diana exclaimed, throwing her arms around him. "It's so good to see you."

"Note that we didn't receive similarly enthusiastic greetings," Anthony said to Benedict.

"You I see all the time," Diana retorted. "Colin's been away a full year." After giving him one last squeeze, she stepped back, and scolded, "We didn't expect you until next week."

Colin's one-shoulder shrug matched his lopsided smile to perfection. "Paris grew dull."

"Ah," Diana said with a shrewd look in her eye. "Then you ran out of money."

Colin laughed and held up his hands in surrender. "Guilty as charged."

Anthony hugged his brother, and said gruffly, "It's damned fine to have you home, brother. Although the funds I sent you should have lasted you at least until—"

"Stop," Colin said helplessly, laughter still tingeing his voice. "I promise you may scold me all you want tomorrow. Tonight I merely wish to enjoy the company of my beloved family."

Benedict let out a snort. "You must be completely broke if you're calling us 'beloved.' " But he leaned forward to give his brother a hearty hug all the same. "Welcome home."

Colin, always the most devil-may-care of the family, grinned, his green eyes twinkling. "Good to be back. Although I must say the weather is not nearly so fine as on the Continent, and as for the women, well, England would be hard pressed to compete with the signorina I—"

Diana punched him in the arm. "Kindly recall that there is a lady present, churl." But there was little ire in her voice. Of all her siblings, Colin was the closest to her in age—only eighteen months her elder. As children, they had been inseparable—and always in trouble. Colin was a natural prankster, and Diana had never needed much convincing to go along with his schemes. "Does Mother know you're home?" she asked.

Colin shook his head. "I arrived to an empty house, and—"

"Yes, Mother put the younger ones to bed early tonight," Diana interrupted.

"I didn't want to wait about and twiddle my thumbs, so Humboldt gave me your direction and I came here."

Diana beamed, her wide smile lending warmth to her dark eyes. "I'm glad you did."

"Where is Mother?" Colin asked, craning his neck to peer over the crowd. Like all Bridgerton males, he was tall, so he didn't have to stretch very far.

"Over in the corner with Lady Jersey," Diana replied.

Colin shuddered. "I'll wait until she's extricated herself. I have no wish to be flayed alive by that dragon."

"Speaking of dragons," Benedict said pointedly. His head didn't move, but his eyes flicked off to the left.

Diana followed his line of vision to see Lady Danbury marching slowly toward them. She carried a cane, but Diana swallowed nervously and steeled her shoulders. Lady Danbury's often cutting wit was legendary among the ton. Diana had always suspected that a sentimental heart beat under her acerbic exterior, but still, it was always terrifying when Lady Danbury pressed one into conversation.

"No escape," Diana heard one of her brothers groan.

Diana shushed him and offered the old lady a hesitant smile.

Lady Danbury's brows rose, and when she was but four feet away from the group of Bridgertons, she stopped, and barked, "Don't pretend you don't see me!"

This was followed by a thump of the cane so loud that Diana jumped back just enough to trample Benedict's toe.

"Euf," said Benedict.

Since her brothers appeared to have gone temporarily mute (except for Benedict, of course, but Diana didn't think that grunts of pain counted as intelligible speech) Diana swallowed, and said, "I hope I did not give that impression, Lady Danbury, for—"

"Not you," Lady Danbury said imperiously. She jabbed her cane into the air, making a perfectly horizontal line that ended perilously close to Colin's stomach. "Them."

A chorus of mumbled greetings emerged as a response.

Lady Danbury flicked the men the briefest of glances before turning back to Diana, and saying, "Mr. Berbrooke was asking after you."

Diana actually felt her skin turn green. "He was?"

Lady Danbury gave her a curt nod. "I'd nip that one in the bud, were I you, Miss Bridgerton."

"Did you tell him where I was?"

Lady Danbury's mouth slid into a sly, conspiratorial smile. "I always knew I liked you. And no, I did not tell him where you were."

"Thank you," Diana said gratefully.

"It'd be a waste of a good mind if you were shackled to that nitwit," Lady Danbury said, "and the good Lord knows that the ton can't afford to waste the few good minds we've got."

"Er, thank you," Diana said.

"As for you lot"—Lady Danbury waved her cane at Diana's brothers—"I still reserve judgment. You"— she pointed the cane at Anthony—"I'm inclined to be favorable toward, since you refused Berbrooke's suit on your sister's behalf, but the rest of you ... Hmmph."

And with that she walked away.

"'Hmmph?'" Benedict echoed. "'Hmmph?' She purports to quantify my intelligence and all she comes up with is 'Hmmph?'"

Diana smirked. "She likes me."

"You're welcome to her," Benedict grumbled.

"Rather sporting of her to warn you about Berbrooke," Anthony admitted.

Diana nodded. "I believe that was my cue to take my leave." She turned to Anthony with a beseeching look. "If he comes looking for me—"

"I'll take care of it," he said gently. "Don't worry."

"Thank you." And then, with a smile to her brothers, she slipped out of the ballroom.

As Aemond walked quietly through the halls of Lady Danbury's London home, it occurred to him that he was in a singularly good mood. This, he thought with a chuckle, was truly remarkable, considering the fact that he was about to attend a society ball and thus subject himself to all the horrors Anthony Bridgerton had laid out before him earlier that afternoon.

But he could console himself with the knowledge that after today, he needn't bother with such functions again; as he had told Anthony earlier that afternoon, he was only attending this particular ball out of loyalty to Lady Danbury, who, despite her curmudgeonly ways, had always been quite nice to him as a child.

His good mood, he was coming to realize, derived from the simple fact that he was pleased to be back in England.

Not that he hadn't enjoyed his journeys across the globe. He'd traveled the length and breadth of Europe, sailed the exquisitely blue seas of the Mediterranean, and delved into the mysteries of North Africa. From there he'd gone on to the Holy Land, and then, when inquiries revealed that it was not yet time to return home, he crossed the Atlantic and explored the West Indies. At that point he considered moving on to the United States of America, but the new nation had seen fit to enter into conflict with Britain, so Aemond had stayed away.

Besides, that was when he'd learned that his father, ill for several years, had finally died.

It was ironic, really. Aemond wouldn't have traded his years of exploration for anything. Six years gave a man a lot of time to think, a lot of time to learn what it meant to be a man. And yet the only reason the then-twenty-two-year-old Aemond had left England was because his father had suddenly decided that he was finally willing to accept his son.

Aemond hadn't been willing to accept his father, though, and so he'd simply packed his bags and left the country, preferring exile to the old duke's hypocritical overtures of affection.

It had all started when Aemond had finished at Oxford. The duke hadn't originally wanted to pay for his son's schooling; Aemond had once seen a letter written to a tutor stating that he refused to let his idiot son make a fool of the family at Eton. But Aemond had had a hungry mind as well as a stubborn heart, and so he'd ordered a carriage to take him to Eton, knocked on the headmaster's door, and announced his presence.

It had been the most terrifying thing he'd ever done, but he'd somehow managed to convince the headmaster that the mix-up was the school's fault, that somehow Eton must have lost his enrollment papers and fees. He'd copied all of his father's mannerisms, raising an arrogant brow, lifting his chin, and looking down his nose, and generally appearing as if he thought he owned the world.

And the entire time, he'd been quaking in his shoes, terrified that at any moment his words would grow garbled and land on top of each other, that "I am Earl Clyvedon, and I am here to begin classes," would instead come out as, "I am Earl Clyvedon, and I am h-h-h-h-h-h—"

But it hadn't, and the headmaster, who'd spent enough years educating England's elite to immediately recognize Aemond as a member of the Targaryen family, had enrolled him posthaste and without question. It had taken several months for the duke (who was always quite busy with his own pursuits) to learn of his son's new status and change in residence. By that point, Aemond was well ensconced at Eton, and it would have looked very bad if the duke had pulled the boy out of school for no reason.

And the duke didn't like to look bad.

Aemond had often wondered why his father hadn't chosen to make an overture at that time. Clearly Aemond wasn't tripping over his every word at Eton; the duke would have heard from the headmaster if his son weren't able to keep up with his studies. Aemond's speech still occasionally slipped, but by then he'd grown remarkably proficient in covering up his mistakes with a cough or, if he was lucky enough to be taking a meal at the time, a well-timed sip of tea or milk.

But the duke never even wrote him a letter. Aemond supposed his father had grown so used to ignoring his son that it didn't even matter that he wasn't proving to be an embarrassment to the Targaryen name.

After Eton, Aemond followed the natural progression to Oxford, where he earned the reputations of both scholar and rake. Truth be told, he hadn't deserved the label of rake any more than most of the young bucks at university, but Aemond’s somewhat aloof demeanor somehow fed the persona.

Aemond wasn't exactly certain how it had happened, but gradually he became aware that his peers craved his approval. He was intelligent and athletic, but it seemed his elevated status had more to do with his manner than anything else. Because Aemond didn't speak when words were not necessary, people judged him to be arrogant, just as a future duke should be. Because he preferred to surround himself with only those friends with whom he truly felt comfortable, people decided he was exceptionally discriminating in his choice of companions, just as a future duke should be.

He wasn't very talkative, but when he did say something, he had a quick and often ironic wit—just the sort of humor that guaranteed that people would hang on his every word. And again, because he didn't constantly run off at the mouth, as did so many of the ton, people were even more obsessed with what he had to say.

He was called "supremely confident," "heart stoppingly handsome," and "the perfect specimen of English manhood." Men wanted his opinion on any number of topics.

The women swooned at his feet.

Aemond never could quite believe it all, but he enjoyed his status nonetheless, taking what was offered him, running wild with his friends, and enjoying the company of all the young widows and opera singers who sought his attention—and every escapade was all the more delicious for knowing that his father must disapprove.

But, as it turned out, his father didn't entirely disapprove. Unbeknownst to Simon, the Duke of Hastings had already begun to grow interested in the progress of his only son. He requested academic reports from the university and hired a Bow Street Runner to keep him apprised of Aemond’s extracurricular activities. And eventually, the duke stopped expecting every missive to contain tales of his son's idiocy.

It would have been impossible to pinpoint exactly when his change of heart occurred, but one day the duke realized that his son had turned out rather nicely, after all.

The duke puffed out with pride. As always, good breeding had proven true in the end. He should have known that Targaryen blood could not produce an imbecile.

Upon finishing Oxford with a first in mathematics, Aemond came to London with his friends. He had, of course, taken bachelor's lodgings, having no wish to reside with his father. And as Aemond went out in society, more and more people misinterpreted his pregnant pauses for arrogance and his small circle of friends for exclusivity.

His reputation was sealed when Beau Brummel—the then recognized leader of society—had asked a rather involved question about some trivial new fashion. Brummel's tone had been condescending and he had clearly hoped to embarrass the young lord. As all London knew, Brummel loved nothing better than to reduce England's elite into blithering idiots. And so he had pretended to care about Aemond’s opinion, ending his question with a drawled, "Don't you think?"

As an audience of gossips watched with baited breath, Simon, who couldn't have cared less about the specific arrangement of the Prince's cravat, simply turned his icy blue eyes on Brummel, and answered, "No."

No explanation, no elaboration, just, "No."

And then he walked away.

By the next afternoon, Aemond might as well have been the king of society. The irony was unnerving. Aemond didn't care for Brummel or his tone, and he would probably have delivered a more loquacious set-down if he'd been sure he could do so without stumbling over his words. And yet in this particular instance, less had most definitely proven to be more, and Aemond’s terse sentence had turned out to be far more deadly than any long-winded speech he might have uttered.

Word of the brilliant and devastatingly handsome Hastings heir naturally reached the duke's ears. And although he did not immediately seek Aemond out, Aemond began to hear bits and pieces of gossip that warned him that his relationship with his father might soon see a change. The duke had laughed when he'd heard of the Brummel incident, and said, "Naturally. He's a Targaryen." An acquaintance mentioned that the duke had been heard crowing about Aemond’s first at Oxford.

And then the two came face-to-face at a London ball.

The duke would not allow Aemond to give him the cut direct.

Aemond tried. Oh, how he tried. But no one had the ability to crush his confidence like his father, and as he stared at the duke, who might as well have been a mirror image, albeit slightly older version, of himself, he couldn't move, couldn't even try to speak. His tongue felt thick, his mouth felt odd, and it almost seemed as if his stutters had spread from his mouth to his body, for he suddenly didn't even feel right in his own skin. The duke had taken advantage of Aemond’s momentary lapse of reason by embracing him with a heartfelt, "Son."

Aemond had left the country the very next day.

He'd known that it would be impossible to avoid his father completely if he remained in England. And he refused to act the part of his son after having been denied a father for so many years.

Besides, lately he'd been growing bored of London's wild life. Rake's reputation aside, Aemond didn't really have the temperament of a true debauche. He had enjoyed his nights on the town as much as any of his dissolute cronies, but after three years in Oxford and one in London, the endless round of parties and prostitutes was growing, well, old.

And so he left.

Now, however, he was glad to be back. There was something soothing about being home, something peaceful and serene about an English springtime. And after six years of solitary travel, it was damned good to find his friends again.

He moved silently through the halls, making his way to the ballroom. He hadn't wanted to be announced; the last thing he desired was a declaration of his presence. The afternoon's conversation with Anthony Bridgerton had reaffirmed his decision not to take an active role in London society. He had no plans to marry. Ever. And there wasn't much point in attending ton parties if one wasn't looking for a wife.

Still, he felt he owed some loyalty to Lady Danbury after her many kindnesses during his childhood, and truth be told, he held a great deal of affection for the forthright old lady. It would have been the height of rudeness to spurn her invitation, especially since it had come accompanied by a personal note welcoming him back to the country.

Since Aemond knew his way around this house, he'd entered through a side door. If all went well, he could slip unobtrusively into the ballroom, give his regards to Lady Danbury, and leave.

But as he turned a corner, he heard voices, and he froze.

Aemond suppressed a groan. He'd interrupted a lovers' tryst. Bloody hell. How to extricate himself without notice? If his presence was discovered, the ensuing scene was sure to be replete with histrionics, embarrassment, and no end of tedious emotion. Better just to melt into the shadows and let the lovers go on their merry way.

But as Aemond started backing quietly up, he heard something that caught his attention.

"No."

No? Had some young lady been forced into the deserted hallway against her will? Aemond had no great desire to be anyone's hero, but even he could not let such an insult pass. He craned his neck slightly, pressing his ear forward so that he might hear better. After all, he might have heard incorrectly. If no one needed saving, he certainly wasn't going to charge forward like some bullish fool.

"Nigel," the girl was saying, "you really shouldn't have followed me out here."

"But I love you!" the young man cried out in a passionate voice. "All I want is to make you my wife."

Aemond nearly groaned. Poor besotted fool. It was painful to listen to.

"Nigel," she said again, her voice surprisingly kind and patient, "my brother has already told you that I cannot marry you. I hope that we may continue on as friends."

"But your brother doesn't understand!"

"Yes," she said firmly, "he does."

"Dash it all! If you don't marry me, who will?"

Aemond blinked in surprise. As proposals went, this one was decidedly unromantic.

The girl apparently thought so, too. "Well," she said, sounding a bit disgruntled, "it's not as if there aren't dozens of other young ladies in Lady Danbury's ballroom right now. I'm sure one of them would be thrilled to marry you."

Aemond leaned forward slightly so that he could get a glimpse of the scene. The girl was in shadows, but he could see the man quite clearly. His face held a hangdog expression, and his shoulders were slumped forward in defeat. Slowly, he shook his head. "No," he said forlornly, "they don't. Don't you see? They...they...”

Aemond winced as the man fought for words. He didn't appear to be stuttering so much as emotionally overcome, but it was never pleasant when one couldn't get a sentence out.

"No one's as nice as you," the man finally said. "You're the only one who ever smiles at me."

"Oh, Nigel," the girl said, sighing deeply. "I'm sure that's not true."

But Aemond could tell she was just trying to be kind. And as she sighed again, it became apparent to him that she would not need any rescuing. She seemed to have the situation well in hand, and while Aemond felt vague pangs of sympathy for the hapless Nigel, there wasn't anything he could do to help.

Besides, he was beginning to feel like the worst sort of voyeur.

He started inching backward, keeping his eye focused on a door that he knew led to the library. There was another door on the other side of that room, one that led to the conservatory. From there he could enter the main hall and make his way to the ballroom. It wouldn't be as discreet as cutting through the back corridors, but at least poor Nigel wouldn't know that his humiliation had had a witness. But then, just a footstep away from a clean getaway, he heard the girl squeal.

"You have to marry me!" Nigel cried out. "You have to! I'll never find anyone else—"

"Nigel, stop!"

Aemond turned around, groaning. It looked like he was going to have to rescue the chit, after all. He strode back into the hall, putting his sternest, most dukish expression on his face. The words, "I believe the lady asked you to stop," rested on the tip of his tongue, but it seemed that he wasn't fated to play the hero tonight, after all, because before he could make a sound, the young lady pulled back her right arm and landed a surprisingly effective punch squarely on Nigel's jaw.

Nigel went down, his arms comically flailing in the air as his legs slid out from under him. Aemond just stood there, watching in disbelief as the girl dropped to her knees.

"Oh dear," she said, her voice squeaking slightly. "Nigel, are you all right? I didn't mean to hit you so hard."

Aemond laughed. He couldn't help it. The girl looked up, startled.

Aemond caught his breath. She had been in shadows until now, and all he'd been able to discern of her appearance was a wealth of thick, dark hair. But now, as she lifted her head to face him, he saw that she had large, equally dark eyes, and the widest, lushest mouth he'd ever seen. Her heart-shaped face wasn't beautiful by society standards, but something about her quite simply sucked the breath from his body.

Her brows, thick but delicately winged, drew together. "Who," she asked, not sounding at all pleased to see him, "are you?"

#aemond targaryen #aemond x oc #aemond fanfiction #hotd aemond #aemond one eye #prince aemond #aemond targaryen fic #brigerton

[liz-allyn]

so you're ready to start reading tasm!peter...

Do you know someone who may be impacted by Andrew Garfield and his constant assault of incredible acting, boy-next-door-to-DILF-transition facial hair, colorful couture, and well-fitting pants? If so, there may be help.

If you're new to the TASM fanfic fandom and feel overwhelmed, you're not alone! I recommend any new reader START by following these incredible writers who have a large number of TASM!Peter fics, and taking a deep dive into their "masterpieces." These are works that I think truly illustrate their passion and storytelling style (not just their amazing TALENT):

@spidervee - Just read it all. Clearly one of the most prolific TASM!Peter writers on Tumblr, and worthy of being "Queen Vee" since a lot of us got back into writing because of her. Everyone knows her for her blurbs, but start with Band Aids on Broken Hearts, Even on Your Worst Days, and Fractured and Familiar (part 1 and 2), and be amazed as you track the progression into deeper, risker hits like End of the World As We Know It, A Little Wicked and The Wild. Her magnum opus masterpiece is (so far) The Spider and the Sunflower.

@blooming-violets - Such a brilliant and creative mind, it KiLLs mE. First work I came across was Pinky Promise, which is a phenominal story in re: pacing, characters, drama, action, etc. Then I am REVIVED by her naughty "angel" series she DOUBLE JEOPARDY MURDERS ME AGAIN with Something Unforgivable and I'm like "goddamn this is poetic and it hurts." Then she literally murders LOTS OF PEOPLE with Smitten, which I would call a masterpiece. stabby stabb death stab

@withahappyrefrain - Girl is on fire with ideas, patron saint of Daddy Kink and Sundresses. I could not possibly list all of the amazing works on here (especially all the blurbs which are my daily sustenance) but I'd say her crowned jewel is Here Comes the Sun.

@rae-gar-targaryen - Supreme Avocado, Attorney at Law. Has a great mix of content with a chunk of TASM!Peter, such a beautiful way with words, including her visually-sublime sweet masterpiece hang the stars upon tonight

@abibliophobiaa luna lovepine-piney-piningqueen-of-pineville - Perfect Places is a 3rd degree slow burn and is just FANTASTIC. Sleep Peter burns for it. And I burn for them. Speaking of which, I'd say the magnum opus is Another Love, which is an incredible AU feat of genius.

@fallensilencefics writes TASM!Peter almost exclusively and might also get me double-pregnant with her smut works. Also Angel of the Airwaves is like a fucking awesome superhero!reader / poc!reader fic unapologetically and it's also a masterpiece.

@mrshipsmcgee - CAIT! Dis bitch got me pregnant; current awaiting a DNA test. Also: our mother-goddess, because that's her energy, and she helped me with my first stories and inspired me to get back into writing, and I encourage you to check out In Another Universe, Symbiote and my other fav, A Lord & A Lady, her Bridgerton AU that I really loved even though I've never seen Bridgerton.

@p3mybeloved started her tasm writing journey a few months after some of the others on this list but i'm blown away by how OBSESSED i am now. Also I just fucking STARTED We Can Be Heroes because I suck at tasking let alone multitasking and now I feel like I want to read one chapter a month because I don't want it to end.

@luveline Writes 50 blurbs a day with bottomless talent like it's a Happy Hour Special at Applebees and so many of them have made me WEEP like I'm alone at a Happy Hour at Applebees, she is truly a gift.

@lanadelreyscokewhor3 Is the Patron Saint of Innocence Kink and I have to be alone in a forest every time she writes something that's TASM Peter because I should not be near other humans.

@peterthepark I think she's currently retired from TASM!Peter Duty but read her lovely oneshots and her spicy Ridiculous fics are required reading for Blonde Frat Boy Peter (what is blonde fratboy peter? *laughs nervously* it was is a thing)

If you haven't discovered @decadentpaperduck, @foreverrogers, @indouloureux, and @ddejavvu then what is the point of the internet...

and honestly this list can get so long but I really need to eat now. These are blogs that I feel like post majority TASM!Peter and have all been responsible in some way for crafting the way I write.

BUT enough about my opinions. I know I missed some excellent "must read" stories.

Moots, please help me out by reblogging with your favorites!

#Lizzy recs. #tasm!peter #peter parker #tasm peter #tasm peter parker #tasm!peter parker x reader #tasm!peter parker x you #andrew garfield #fic recs

[katcoquette]

september bookshelf (recs!)

back with another month! two days late but here nonetheless- I started this to keep track of what I was reading & loving each month, you can read last month’s here!

still deep in the top gun maverick trenches. hand picked by me for me but also to share with you. the hangman list gets longer and longer every month LMAO

give your writers love because we do this for free :') I say it every month but thank you to everyone on this list for contributing to my escape from reality, here are this month's reads!

☻ indicates smut / 18+ | ⁕ indicates a series

{ Jake "Hangman" Seresin }

✿ you left me no choice but to stay here forever (right where you left me) by @sunderlust I had no choice but to include this (bad pun) but in all seriousness I was sobbing by the end of this and then sobbed to my friends about it over a snapchat vlog at 2am it changed my life

✿ play stupid games, win stupid prizes (☻) by @hederasgarden simultaneously the hottest & cutest thing ever & chastising Rooster is just muah

✿ jake w/ a surprise child blurb by @writercole can you tell I love drama yet? I'm very excited for this series

✿ magic jake (☻) by @evansrogerskitten this one almost killed me I'm being so serious, as far as I'm concerned, CANON

✿ opposites attract by @topguncortez rereading this one so it had to be included, I love the thought of Jake having the sweetest wife + a bonus blurb in the same world "it's not my fault you keep turning me on"

✿ birds away (⁕) by @wombtotombx I need to catch up on this series but I fell in love with the first part, friends to lovers, setting it up for Jake to be the one holding them back, LOVE THAT !!

✿ baby, you down? by @softspiderling this is part of a universe which I love, wingman's best friend, if you haven't read hooked from hour one READ THAT TOO it's a very fun trope but I won't spoil it

✿ my feet can't touch the bottom of you (☻) by @sunderlust this one is angst & DOES NOT HAVE A HAPPY ENDING aka what I live for, hurts so good

✿ monthly visit by @topguncortez blueprint for how men should act (I was obsessed with you this month, G, I think)

✿ I knew you were here (☻) by @youlightmeupfinn I just love the idea of a man being so obsessed with you that he commits your perfume to memory and identifies you by it that's all

✿ the princess and the hangman (⁕) by @simpforrooster the sweet sweet line between love and hate, part two is just as good

✿ rich american businessman bridgerton!au blurb by @seasonsbloom sighs... if only this is what bridgerton was, I'll live off this blurb for the rest of my life

✿ writing love letters blurb by @siempre-bucky made me want to have some sort of long distance relationship, ain't that funny?

✿ secret girlfriend by @barbiewritesstuff I love the secret relationship trope but this is how the rest of the team finds out and I was kicking my feet it was so cute

{ Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw }

✿ trouble in paradise (☻)(⁕) by @sunlightmurdock I am constantly stalking this account for updates I'm addicted, like addicted, (check out the other series while you're there)

✿ take a chance on me by @goldustwomun if you like mamma mia you'll love this, again, DRAMA

✿ stop (☻) by @lcahwriter actually sick over how comforting & sweet this one was he's so caring GAH

✿ pursuit (☻) by @sunlightmurdock friends fucking!!! almost getting caught!!! I- it was so good- and in a cozy cabin!

✿ the set up (☻) by @callsign-fox phoenix is always right w/ a side of hate sex

✿ misconceptions (☻) by @callsign-valley whoo y'all this one left me...needing air, I immediately forced my besties to read it and they agreed, oof IT'S BRADLEY X F!READER X JAKE

✿ jealous coach bradshaw by @gretagerwigsmuse this one had me giggling & I loved that they kept their personalities after having a kid, it was so good and another favorite fic universe gahh

✿ that's my wife by @thesewordsareallihavetogive so wholesome & sweet “Outranked by your wife, huh, Bradshaw?” damn straight

{ Nick "Goose" Bradshaw }

✿ gold rush by @duchesstypewriter big brother maverick & single dad nick with bradley was so cute I loved this one so much

{ Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia } some much deserved Mickey love this month

✿ take me by the heart, take me by the hand by @rae-gar-targaryen I'm so soft after this he is the ultimate sunshine & I haven't been able to get enough of Danny Ramirez lately

{ Chris Beck }

✿ caught up in you by @intrepidacious embodiment of this emoji🥹🥹🥹 (teary eyed and smiling)

{ Rhett Abbott } again, never seen the show, but oh boy do I love him

✿ virginity reader saga? blurbs? (☻) by @sebsxphia please just read through the virginity anon tag lmao it's so good

#top gun maverick #bradley rooster bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #mickey fanboy garcia #nick goose bradshaw #rhett abbott #katesrecs #I forgot to tag this when I posted it 🤦‍♀️

[miscelunaaa]

em's favorite reads for 2022

Hello and welcome to the list I said I’d make like two weeks ago and used to procrastinate doing both edits to sacrificial and messaging a client back about plot stuff!! Because I have a job now and I’m still adjusting to the fact that I’m an adult even now after all these years!! 

It’s been a fucking YEAR. Even like for myself personally, like this year’s just been fucking nuts. And yet somehow I found the time to do an immense amount of reading. I keep track of books I read, and well, to make myself feel better about how few books I read this year (and last), I started keeping track of fics I read that were longer than 50k. After all, 50k is what NaNoWriMo calls a novel, so why can’t I? With that in mind, it looks like I read some 60 books this year, most of them booklength fics. Of course, the list I keep is not exhaustive, thought I like to think it’s still pretty thorough. This year saw me starting to peak into other fandoms and read within them on ao3, and it also saw me return to commercial romance in the form of the Bridgerton Novels. There were things that I started and took to long to decide I didn’t like, there were things that I started a few times and finally decided I loved, and then there were things that I finished and allowed to haunt me for days after, when I couldn’t find anything that could compare. 

The list below is a selection of my favorites. All of them are works that qualified for a spot my personal “completed reads” list, so that means that, whether they’re finished or not, they hit roughly 50k (or were close enough for me to say it counted).  There are only ten because I had to arbitrarily pick a number to limit myself to, otherwise I would be here just listing things for the rest of eternity. Also note that there’s a lot of mxm on the list! On this blog, we are friendly to member x member fics, and if you have a problem with that, you can see yourself out. There’s so little I won’t read that after a certain point, it seemed silly to rule out some tremendous and beautiful stories just because I was worried about people being earnest Twitter shippers. The same accusations of delusional thinking can be easily leveled at those who read and write member x reader fics. In the end, the intent with which something was rendered matters more.

Anyway, that is all to sat that when I love something, I really deeply love it, and I will attempt to scream at anyone who’ll listen to me to read it. Consider this me, screaming at you with love. Happy reading <3

Before we begin, it should go without saying that all of the fics on this list are mature in nature and that you should not interact with them if you are a minor. Which like also, if you're a minor, you should not be on my blog, period. Read more disclaimers here.

∞ Stars Lost in the Sea (ao3) by smiles | this might have been recommended to my by @vyduan?? I don’t recall but either way THANK YOU. 

yoongi x seokjin, 75k, complete. Read for kind-of period romance, time travel, so so much pining, being where you need to be at precisely the right time, the unexplainable weightiness of love lost and regained, characters that deserve each other in ways I can’t hardly fathom. 

∞ Restitution (ao3) by @cloudteawrites | recommended to me by @minttangerines!!

ot7 x reader, 48k, incomplete/in progress. Read for deliciously tense hybrid dynamics, unconventional takes on species assignments for characters, phenomenal and thoughtful world building, a fic worth reading even if it were to remain incomplete for the rest of time. 

∞ tell me about the seagulls sam (ao3) by ebenroot | recommended to my by my irl army friend kitkat!!

seokjin x jimin AND namjoon x jungkook, 149k, in progress. Read for wonderful depictions of mental health issues, riotously funny character interactions, platonic soulmates vmin, deliciously one-sided-ish enemies to lovers, characters you are guaranteed to want to put in your pockets. 

∞ A Breach of Protocol (ao3) by Anna (pineconepickers) and tragicamente

namjoon x seokjin, 81k, complete. Read for unrepentant beefcake joon content, earnest and wonderful portrayals of adults trying to figure shit out while still being in the public eye, THE BODYGUARD AU TO END ALL BODYGUARD AUS, flawless and authentic characterizations.

∞ trust in the weather (ao3) by melodiousb

namjoon x yoongi x jimin, 70k, complete. Read for the magic au that will haunt me for the rest of my miserable life, the historical au that will similarly haunt me for the rest of my life, a magic system that felt natural and not once overwrought, romantic tension brought on by being the third in an established relationship, learning to love because you want to and not because you must, finding one’s place in a new home. 

∞ Teardrop (tumblr) by @hesperantha | I had the immense pleasure of beta-reading most of this!!

yoongi x reader, 70k, complete. Read for a story that feels deeply of our time, unflinching and joyful queerness, roadtrips with people who feel like people, the feeling of being unable to describe what a person means to someone while knowing the feeling is both vast and simple all at once. 

∞ What the Stars Look Like Under You (ao3) by nicedress

namjoon x yoongi, 100k, in progress. Read for the only pornstar au I have ever read that doesn’t fetishize sex work, depiction of recovery from deep seated trauma, being deeply understood in ways one would never expect, returning to loves once lost, a flawless depiction of an unreliable narrator. This is the fic that has seen my tears for every single fucking chapter. I can’t make this shit up. I have actually cried for each chapter of this fic.

∞ Honey when you need it (ao3) by GraphiteFox

yoongi x reader, 82k, in progress. Read for a reader-insert filled with tremendous depth, a playboy Yoongi that feels authentic, side characters that enrich and delight, depiction of mental health issues that feels real and done with care, an author taking care of their characters in a way that feels palpable while also being refreshing. Like that’s hard to describe and talk about but when you know, you know. 

∞ Up We Go (ao3) by Oh_Hey_Tae | recommended to me by @wwilloww!!

yoongi x jimin x taehyung, 100k, complete. Read for magical throuples, stunning depictions of depression, a modern magic au that I will never stop thinking about, a fic that will feel for you when you yourself are so tired of feeling, stories about love that taught me more than I could have ever expected.

∞ but i want it anyway (ao3) by ameliabedelias

namjoon x jimin, 55k, complete. Read for a truly perfect Jimin depiction, awkward and lovable Namjoon, metaphors threaded throughout that truly add to the story while being built upon in all the right ways, moments between two people falling for each other that I just think about all the fucking time. 

Have something wonderful you read? Want to share what you loved throughout the year? Tag me! I want to know what you read this year and loved!!

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posted: 12.14.2022

#em recs #em recs: ride or die fics #miscelunaaa

[moonah-rose]

Little hurt/comfort ficlet for @idiotwithanipad x

Robin & OC

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Most of the time she managed to block out her 'gift', having had nearly twenty years to train herself to ignore the dead people who existed everywhere she went, the majority of them easy enough to spot with their outfits, the way they weaved between livings without getting a passing glance, or outright walking through walls and furniture.

As a child, she'd had the excuse of being an imaginative kid who acquired many "imaginary friends" to talk to. As a teenager that didn't go down quite so well. Not that she usually cared if people looked at her as a weirdo. It was more the 'getting sectioned' possibility that concerned her.

Her parents had gone on and on about how old this hotel was, how it apparently had enough history to warrant a quick tour offered by the resort. So Amy expected more than a few ghosts to pop up here and there. Thus far she'd done her best not to make eye contact with the giddy Georgian woman or the Bridgerton Ken who had been in the reception.

It was a little more of a trial to ignore the caveman scurrying around her room, sniffing at the leftovers of her dinner she'd ordered through room service, nostrils flaring above the lone slice of pepperoni pizza.

"Ooo, smell so good. Wonder how you taste. Cheese taste like cow bum? It all come from same." The feral man was muttering to himself.

Once he got bored of inhaling the food, he was judging her parents choice of books that they'd brought, having dumped them on their bedside tables.

Amy covered her head beneath a large pillow as he continued his one-sided conversation.

"Fanny read this one. Butler no do it, it maid disguise as butler. And she also vampire. Big twist but saw it coming. Oooh, Christine Lampard autobiography! Me want read! Might put on Christmas list-."

"PLEASE WILL YOU SHUT UP!"

He raised his head in time to see the pillow she's thrown hurtle towards him and he ducked to the side to dodge it. He blinked at her in wonder.

"You see me?!"

"Yes! I can fucking see you, all right?!" She confessed through gritted teeth, knowing she'd probably made her situation worse now.

The caveman gave an excited whoop and jumped like a hyperactive five year old.

"This so cool! We have new friend who see! Almost never happen. Me gotta tell others-."

"No, please, please don't!"

Perhaps it was the crack in her voice, brought on by a surge of pain throughout her muscles as she tried to reach forward, that made the ghost stop in his tracks and turn back to her.

His excitement quickly morphed into concern as his eyes met Amy's, her own shining with tears.

"You no look so good..." The man frowned, one of his hands reaching up to stroke at his shift.

"Gee thanks, haven't heard that before. You're not exactly Chris Hemsworth, mate." She bristled; "I'm fucking ill and don't need to have a party of dead people storming in giving me a headache on top of everything else. It's bad enough my earphones have crapped out on me."

"What you got? Plague?" He asked, inching a little closer to her bed.

She huffed a laugh; "Not quite...but my body gets these sores. Don't think it's the same as that bubonic thing but fucking feels like it sometimes." Amy held her arm to show the spirit the angry looking lumps and scars near her armpits.

"Ouchie. They no look fun." He said, sitting on the edge of her bed.

She lowered her arm, slowly, wincing a little.

"Those aren't even the worst ones. The others are in...awkward places."

"That why you not downstairs with mum and dad at dinner and the show?" Her mum had been going on and on about this famous illusionist being the big star tonight, some Derren Brown-wannabe.

She nodded, miserably; "Wasn't expecting to flare up like this, or else I'd just stayed at home. At least then I'd have all the stuff in my room. Netflix don't even work on the TV here."

"Yeah, WiFi on blink since...some ghost, me not know who, play around with router when bored." He said, bashful, scratching at his ear. "So...they leave you here alone?"

"S'not like they abandoned me, I just didn't wanna make a fuss 'cause I know how much Mum's been looking forward to this." She sighed and waved her phone up; "Signal is crap here too so can't even WhatsApp."

"What's what?" He asked, turning his head to the side.

"No, WhatsApp."

"What is app?"

"No! I..." She couldn't help but laugh, realising how ridiculous this was, "Just something I use to text my mates. They're probably sick of listening to me moan too..."

"...You can moan to me if want?" He said, shuffling closer; "Me good listener."

Amy smiled at him a little; "Don't wanna be pitied, thanks. Anyway, I'm sure you got more exciting things to be watching."

"Eh. Me seen how that guy on stage do his tricks. Take all fun out. Lot to do with mirrors. Clever but boring. Rare me get to speak to living girl."

"Rare? So...I'm not the first?" Amy had never met anyone else with her gift.

"Lady who own hotel before golfy people come, she see us after my friend almost kill her. No, it cool! We good now!" The caveman assured after Amy's face went pale with terror; "She like family and come visit."

"She could see you guys because she almost died once?" Amy asked; "So she's not...chronically ill, like me?"

The caveman shook his head; "No think so. Just got bumpy on head. She say she now crazy forever but no ouchy scars and lumps and pain."

"Lucky cow." Amy clicked her tongue. She'd always thought her gift had something to do with having to deal with the constant agony, as well as other health issues she'd had as a baby.

Speak of the devil, another surge of agony hit her from her lower back as she shifted against the mattress.

"Shit!" She swore.

"Woah, woah, you 'kay?" The caveman fretted.

"Yeah, just a reminder to take my painkillers." She went to get off the bed, having left them on the sideboard, only for one of her feet to become tangled in the bedsheets.

Amy nearly fell before two hands caught her by the shoulders, fingers grazing against some of her abscesses. Painless.

"Fuck, that would've been embarrasing. Thanks, mate." She smiled, turning to see an almost cartoonish level of shock on the dead man's fuzzy face; "Uhh, you okay?"

"I....I touch you....?"

"Uhm, yeah, I've always been able to touch ghosts...Can that friend of yours not do that?" She asked, reaching for her pills and grabbing some water.

He shook his raggedy mane; "Only see and hear, but touchy hurt us, same as all other living people. You..." He poked her arm cautiously, mouth agape with awe at the contact, before poking again; "Ha ha!"

"All right, stop that now." Amy batted his hand away.

He retreated, looking regretful; "Oh, sorry. It hurt, yes?"

"No, it was just annoying." She laughed, sitting back down on the mattress; "It's weird. Ghosts are the only ones who can touch me where it's sore without hurting me. Don't invite too many of those though. Used to have a dead friend when I was a kid but...she moved on, I think." Amy looked down at her ebony nail polish, morose.

"Ah. Go up to stars. Me have many friends do same. I name each star for them." He explained, warmly.

"Her name was Lana, if you wanna find one for her." Amy said, quietly; "Speaking of names, do you have one?"

"Many. Most of them insults. But friends call me Robin." He said, holding his hand out to her.

It was a bit cliché but she supposed he rarely got a chance to meet anyone like this, so she shook it. "I'm Amy."

The fur of his sleeve brushed against her wrist. She couldn't resist the urge to feel it properly, softer than any comfort blanket.

"Wow...Is that...real wolf?" She asked, partly freaked out but also a little amazed - couldn't really compare hunting for clothes in this guy's time to the fashion industry today.

He nodded, then gently took her hand and pressed her fingers to different parts of his outfit.

"That bit cougar, that some wild dogs, that leather obviously from cow, and rest mostly mammoth." He explained.

"Real mammoth? Woah." Now that was pretty awesome. She'd never be able to meet one but she could say she'd felt one.

It definitely beat the hotel duvet.

She didn't want to move her hand away. It felt so soothing to be able to touch something, someone, so warm and soft without her skin being irritated. But this must look super weird from Robin's point of view.

"You look sad again. More pain?" He asked, reaching to touch her hand on his fluffy chest.

She shook her head; "No, s'just....My mum tried to give me a cuddle earlier when she could see I wasn't doing good and I had to tell her not to, even though I sure as shit need one right now. Pathetic, right?"

"No it not. I had little cousin, her skin like tissue paper, very delicate, tear easily. Big hugs make her cry too. But she brave and strong to survive. Like you." He told her, squeezing her hand; "We wrap her up in special leaves with Moonah blessed water to try to help. Not sure it did much good but we not have Doctor Google in them times. We just do best we can to ease pain."

"Well...you're doing a good job now." She praised, feeling the burning sensation ease a little with him being so close.

"You...want me to stay?"

"...Could you?" She couldn't understand why he would want to but didn't want to question it.

He nodded, a little bashful, as if he was just as new to the concept of being asked to stay for company.

"Want me to stay quiet still?"

Amy smiled; "Not too quiet, just not rambling out loud like you were doing. You look like you've been here for thousands of years, you must have some stories to tell. Could you just...tell me some of those till I get sleepy?"

"Ooh, yes. Hehe. Get comfy. Me know great one you like about man killed in library." He said, rubbing his hands together.

Getting comfortable was easier said than done in her condition, especially as she pulled away from his touch.

"I...Uhm...God, this is so cringe." She muttered to herself.

"What?"

"Would you be okay to just...hold me?" She asked, cheeks turning pink.

He smiled and nodded, shuffling to lay down and slide his arms around her, as she shifted into them, snuggling against the warm body of fur and skin and wild hair.

"This okay? Amy no ouch?" Robin whispered, fingers moving up to stroke through her hair.

She hummed, content at last; "Amy no ouch. Thanks, Robin."

A soft chuckle came from the long dead man as be continued to hold her close, his etheral presence doing nothing to aggravate her sores. On the contrary, a strange heat seemed to vibrate from his fingers as they brushed over her abscesses, melting the pain away.

It was a shame that ghost therapy wasn't prescribed on the NHS.

Amy relaxed in the man's arms and listened as he began the thrilling tale of the pirate captain who'd been slain in the library.

#bbc ghosts #bbc ghosts fanfic #bbc ghosts fic #robin x oc #platonic fluff

[dauntingday]

top 15 tv shows (in no particular order except i did number them bc otherwise i would forget to do 15)( love u @soleadita and fuck with the icon change immensely)

crashing (2016) call me marissa cooper the way i am ruthlessly stealing this pick but yeah it's. it's insane and fantastic and terrible and beautiful and so much happens so fast but its so so important to me

inside job (it's gross and weird and funny and sad and it's one of the only times i was genuinely upset when i heard about a show being cancelled)

young justice (pointing at an on fire garbage can - this is my son and i love him)

gilmore girls (comfort media of all time what else do you need)

bob's burgers (similar to the above it's very i am falling asleep to the weird bisexual man who is a mess at all times except for how much he loves his family)

fleabag (why yes i have a perfectly normal relationship with the catholic church and the concept of being truly known. why would you ask. and yeah i real life cried)

yuri on ice (idk if anime counts but fuck around and find out this is My List (tm)) ((it's beautiful and soft and lovely and sad and stressful and i listened to the instrumental track so many times it was on my spotify top songs. it's literally just a piano and a boy with a dream and i have wept about it))

given (it's the first anime i ever watched all the way through which in retrospect, fucking insane way to come out of the gate. as a Band Kid (tm) who wanted to be a theater kid but was bad at speaking in front of groups of people, this show did a lot to my psyche in the best way possible)

will (enough with the tears its time for something almost embarrassingly niche. in 2017 TNT had a drama series about william shakespeare and to this day it remains one of the greatest things ive ever seen. jamie campell bower plays the sluttiest version of christopher marlowe you've ever seen in your life. it's chaotic and ridiculous and i absolutely adore it. i have no idea where to find it im pretty sure they want us to forget it exists but i cant)

numb3rs (silly little show about a nervous man who solves murder with the power of math and being a pathetic little wife guy to the hottest woman ive ever seen. theres an episode about trains that i think rewired something in my brain)

white collar (look at me. obviously im a white collar guy. come on now)

invincible (i think ive seen the pilot episode like 4 times. i genuinely think it redefined to me what superhero media could be. oh i adore it more than anything. it's only 9 because i haven't seen season 2 yet but holy shit. holy shit. media of all time. if you want to know me fundamentally and wholly please watch the pilot. i'll watch it again anytime im not kidding)

teen titans (cherished childhood media of all time. only group of people who have ever understood dick grayson)

bridgerton season 2 (i'm bias on account of just finishing it yesterday but holy shit two people have never been in love like they are in love)

the flash (cw) (im sorry to both my mother and god for this one but unfortunately i don't have taste and also it's the reason i started caring about dc in the first place which is the reason i got back on tumblr and met all the cherished gay people in my telephone so yeah. barry allen's allowed to be cringe as fuck i owe him everything)

leo already tagged everyone i know on here but if u see this pls do it and @ me im nosy

#btw if i think about how many of these i've seen with and/or because of the gayest person in my telephone i will start crying again #been thinking about richard gansey too long now im emotionally compromised #i love you fucking freaks so much what the fuck #anyway watch crashing. i think thats the main takeaway

[delucadarlingwriting]

Wayhaven Regency AU - Part 4

We finished season 2 of Bridgerton u_u

Word count: 1,200

Summary: Adam sits on the sidelines with the rest of Unit Bravo, while Rebecca rubs elbows.

First | Last | Next

Adam has a deep well of patience to draw from, built over the last 700 or so years of existence. Tonight, however, it feels remarkably shallow as he paces the lawn. The Duke’s servants keep peering out the side kitchen door at him and his team, clearly unable to tell what to do about them. They’ve lingered so long on the lawn without going inside or leaving as to be noticeable. He cares very little for their notice so much as how long it has been since Agent Kingston left them with the carriage. 

A low, bored growl permeates the muted cacophony coming from inside the manor, as well as the cloud surrounding Adam’s thoughts. 

“How long is this going to take?” Mason grumbles from behind the glowing ember of a cigarette. Nat steps away from his side, waving a hand in the air as he exhales a cloud of smoke. 

“I can’t deny I worry about Rebecca being in there alone,” she says, nose crinkling slightly. Her warm, brown eyes meet Adam’s. Adam shakes his head. Even if he also isn’t thrilled to have been asked to wait outside, he won’t go against Agent Kingston’s orders.

“We wouldn’t get anywhere with the humans in there,” Adam points out. There are a few members of the upper class society who are aware of the Agency and act as liaisons when necessary. That is the entire purpose of Agent Kingston’s attendance this evening, to gather information and alert those few who are in the know to keep their eyes out. If she manages to collect any leads, Unit Bravo will be sent off to track their rogue immediately.

He frowns as cacophonous laughter pours from an open window. Nat, on the other hand, looks toward it longingly. 

“I bet I could,” Farah says in a singsong voice. She’s sitting on the low stone wall separating the front lawn from an expansive garden. With her feet swinging and smacking against the wall it’s little wonder her shoes haven’t flown off. 

“Not as far as I could,” Mason replies with a sharp grin. Nat scowls.

“Must you be crass?” she asks. Mason and Farah both break into laughter at this. 

“As if you have room to talk!” Farah exclaims. Nat sputters and looks to Adam for support. He pretends to have noticed something wrong with their carriage, turning to fidget with some of the joins. 

Nat spends the next several moments defending her honor while Mason and Farah list her various “conquests” while Adam pretends to not be hearing any of it. He has other things to be thinking about. 

It has been over a year now that they have been tracking this rogue vampire across nations and continents, only to end up back here in England. Unit Bravo has hunted down more than one rogue vampire in their time together, but this one is unlike the others. They are unlike any other supernatural they have hunted down at all. Most rogues hunt and kill humans for food or pleasure. Everything they have found in the wake of this vampire’s hunts suggests that’s not the case in this instance.

This vampire seems to be conducting…experiments. The bodies of the humans are drained, but not by teeth. By medical equipment. They even found a scrap of what appeared to be notes taken prior to the experimentation. The notes did little to illuminate what the rogue is doing or why, other than that there is a method to it all.

Adam shakes his head, ridding his mind of the images. His many centuries have mostly numbed him to such gruesome things. His disturbance can be chalked up to the fact that never before has a hunt left him so far behind his quarry. 

“Hey,” Mason says, tone sharp, cutting through Adam’s thoughts. He jerks his head around. Still standing in place, Mason’s hand has dropped, ash from the tip of his cigarette falling like snow on the trimmed lawn. His head is tilted, listening. The rest of the vampires have gone silent. Even the horses have stopped their restless shifting. 

“What is it?” Nat asks after a long moment. Mason grimaces.

“Rebecca is coming.” He looks too disturbed for that to be it though. Adam steps up.

“And?” he asks, muscles coiling. Mason shakes his head.

“She’s upset. Nothing we need to intervene with,” Mason replies quickly as the others tense. Adam’s eyebrow shoot up. In two decades he has never seen Agent Kingston anything less than tightly controlled and collected.

“I could just pop in,” Farah suggests. She gestures broadly at her outfit. “I’m dressed the part.”

“They’d recognize you aren’t part of the blue blooded,” Adam replies. Farah groans.

“Then why bother being dressed up in the first place?”

Nat steps over and places a hand on the youngest vampire’s arm, smiling warmly. “It is a shame, Farah. You look lovely.”

“I do, don’t I?” Farah snaps her fan open and flutters it delicately. 

The conversation is interrupted by the huge oak doors to the manor flying open, Agent Kingston exiting quickly after. Her heart is pounding loud enough to echo in Adam’s head. Her eyes are sharp, movements jerky. 

“What happened?” Adam asks, stepping quickly to her side. He gestures for Nat to ready the carriage, which she does immediately. Agent Kingston lets out a harsh breath and waves him off.

“Nothing.” A lie, but he won’t call her on it. Agent Kingston’s mouth is twisted. “My daughter has chosen this year to debut.”

“Daughter?” Farah exclaims from the doorway of the carriage, echoing the shock the rest of the vampires are wearing silently. No, Adam realizes. The shock belongs only to himself, Farah, and Mason. Nat looks entirely unsurprised. 

Agent Kingston shakes her head. “We can discuss this further at our accommodations. I had time to set meetings with two of our liaisons for tomorrow. After the scene caused by my arrival there was no way to exchange information without notice.”

“I thought there were four liaisons,” Adam states. Agent Kingston meets his eye.

“We have a lot to discuss,” she says, then steps into the carriage after Farah. Mason climbs into the driver’s seat, though he doesn’t touch the reins. As Nat moves past him to follow Mason, she pauses and gives his shoulder a squeeze.

“You know something,” Adam says, voice low. Nat presses her lips together and nods. “I didn’t know you were in the habit of keeping things from me.”

Nat gives a short, quiet laugh. “Most wives have their secrets.” At his displeased grunt, she tightens her fingers. “I’m sorry, I will explain. Later.”

“Later,” Adam agrees, watching as Nat effortlessly hoists herself up into the seat beside Mason, taking the reins like she was born to do it. She immediately begins chatting to Mason, like nothing at all is wrong.

Adam pinches the bridge of his nose; he really, really does not like unknowns. Particularly in situations such as these, where the mission has enough unknowns without his own teammates adding to the trouble. 

“Adam,” Farah calls, tugging the curtain aside to peer at him. “Let’s go?”

“Yes.” Adam heaves a great sigh. “Yes, let’s.”

#wayhaven #twc #darling writing #regency au #twc rebecca #adam du mortain #a du mortain #twc mason #specialist agent m #farah hauville #f hauville #n sewell #nat sewell #do not take marriage at face value that's all I'm saying

[persephones-journey]

Hello everyone.

So since October is going to be here tomorrow, I decided to do something fun.

The @anamazingangie made this incredible prompt list for kinktober link here.

With her gracious permission I am posting the list here:

And you, my awesome followers can send in a request for the pairing you’d like with up to 3 kinks and I will write a one shot.

I will attempt to keep track of the kinks requested and make sure not to use the same ones all the time.... but, we'll see how this goes. This is my first time doing this....I'm excited

The fandoms I currently write are The Last Kingdom and House of the Dragon… I am starting to write for Bridgerton and I could be persuaded to write for Harald from Vikings Valhalla… and of course anything Ryan Corr or Mark Rowley has been in lol…

I will try to get all requests done by Oct 31st but alas… we’ll see if life will cooperate.

#writing #the last kingdom #house of the dragon

[browneyesandhair]

Hey! It's ya girl!

I got no chill and a large obsession with a lot of things. So this year, I'm tracking it! (three red wine glasses in, let's goo!). Okay, so this year, is the year of recs! (you may have seen some of my posts, but I also have an extensive queue, so maybe not (check out the #recs on my page)).

Anyways, I've created a collection for this year overall and then also for each month! Let's check out January's stats -

Works read (&finished): 72

Fandoms (top 8):

1 - The Vampire Diaries: 17

2 - Bridgerton: 16

3 - Harry Potter: 14

4 - Teen Wolf: 12

5 - PJO: 4

6 - Knives Out: 4

7 - ATLA: 1

8- Star Trek: 1

The rest didn't make the first drop down section of AO3, so oh well! Let's check in on relationships (top 10):

1 - Klaroline: 17

2 - Polin: 16

3 - Stydia: 8

4- Percabeth: 4

5 - Marta Cabrera/Ransom Drysdale: 4

6 - Eloise & Penelope: 4

7 - Harmione: 3

8 - Jily: 3

9 - Tomione: 3

10 - Sterek: 3

Only one add to my recs list:

patron (saints/tequila) by DollyPop, hi_im_august

Summary:

Honestly? She can think of considerably worse ways to spend the last dregs of her birthday than being escorted home by a guardian angel wearing a Slipknot t-shirt.

Notes: wow! Okay - warning this is a Polin modern AU, so if that's not for you keep scrolling. But hot diggity dog, this story was so fun and such a delight to read, I'm obsessed. 10/10 random fandom girlies recommend.

Alright, that's all folks (mostly), for fun, here are the top 10 additional tags from the stories that I read in January:

1 - Alternate Universe (15)

2 - Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence (12)

3 - Alternate Universe - Modern Setting (10)

4 - Fluff (8)

5 - Angst (8)

6 - Slow Burn (8)

7 - Hurt/Comfort (5)

8 - Cunnilingus (4)

9 - Rough Sex (4)

10 - friends to lovers (4)

Yay! You made it to the end! That means you get cookies (please go find/eat/buy a Snickerdoodle on me, if you knew my venmo, I would pay any requests for a Snickerdoodle cookie out.)

#rec #fanfic #tracking #january #january reads #fanfiction #hto mess #druck post #s #snickerdoodle #I want to tag all the fandoms and pairings #but that wouldn't really be fair #I hope to do this again in February #but tbd - I think being drunk while building this out ehlped #water is a bestie #hydration station #hydrate #it's your best friend