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sea-owl · 1 year

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Spring's Rebirth Chapter 3

“Penelope,” Felicity sang as she wrapped her arms around her sister.

Penelope giggled, wrapping one arm around her sister, while the other held the scroll she was reading.

It had been a week since the solstice, and Lady Portia was busier than ever now that harvests were ready to be picked, and a new planting season needed to be prepared. She had kindly asked her daughters to stay in her sacred meadow today, so she does not have to worry about them when she is so busy.

All four of them had agreed so their mother can breathe easier. Prudence and Philippa were gathering a bouquet for their mother while Penelope had been reading and Felicity going over her letters.

“Penelope,” Felicity sang again. “I hear you owe me a hug.”

Oh, that’s right. Penelope needed to talk to Felicity about setting some distance between her and Lady Hyacinth.

“I do owe you a hug,” Penelope said, setting down her scroll. Using both arms she gave her little sister a big squeeze, and then didn’t let go. Now trapped in her arms Penelope pulled her face back so she could look Felicity in the eyes. “I also need to talk to you as well.”

“About what?” Felicity asked. “And why are you holding me hostage?”

“Because every time I try to have this conversation with you, you try to run away.”

Realization hit Felicity and she tried to squirm out of her sister’s grip. “Penelope,” Felicity whined.

“Felicity, I know you don’t want to talk about it but trust me when I say that this will help you in the long run.”

Felicity finally squirmed her way free. Stranding with a huff she shouted, “Just because you were abandoned does not mean I will be! I am not the pathetic no domain having goddess! No better than an insipid wallflower!” With that Felicity ran off leaving a stunned Penelope sitting amongst the flowers.

Penelope shrunk in on herself. Did . . . did Felicity truly think that of her? It’s nothing Penelope hasn’t heard before from other gods and immortals, but to hear it from her own sister. Well, it left a sting she hasn’t felt in a long time.

Perhaps she was too harsh, and let her own experiences cloud her judgment. Perhaps she was wrong and she’s not watching history repeat itself.

Penelope felt a tug on her hair, like someone was playing with it.

The red head looked up but saw no one around her. How odd, she was sure there was someone tugging on her hair.

She felt another tug.

Penelope now stood, constantly turning her body in different directions, but still she saw no one. It almost reminded her of-

Another tug.

Penlope looked down at her shadow. There it is. In the silhouette version of her, the hair she felt being tugged was moving. Looking closer she saw a trail of red poppies leading in the same direction as her hair was being pulled towards.

Why would he be calling her? She has barley spoken to any of them since the war ended.

Another tug, this one a little harder than the others.

Well, she can’t exactly ignore a summons. Especially since he wants to act like a boy tugging on his mother’s skirts when she doesn’t give him attention. Following the trail of poppies Penelope was brought to the edge of her mother’s meadow, where he stood on the other side.

King Colin looked handsome, if a bit overdressed. His dark clothing looking like something she would see at a wedding. On his wrists are gold bracelets with emeralds lining the edges and a gold circlet sits on his head of dark chestnut hair. HIs green eyes twinkle with mischief that he loved to cause so much.

“Your highness,” Penelope said with a bow.

King Colin laughed. “Oh, come on Pen, it’s just us here right now. No need to be so formal.”

Pen . . . it’s been a long time since anyone has called her that.

“Your highness . . .” Penelope trails off. How does one tell a former friend that pet names are not something former friends do? “Um . . . are you looking for my mother? We have not spoken in a long time, and I cannot imagine I would be much help with anything you might need.”

King Colin frowned. “Pen, there’s no need to be so formal.” A light sparked in his green eyes. “But there is something you can do for me. Allow me to take my wife and queen home?”

“Wife!? Queen?!” Penelope exclaimed, her cheeks starting to match her hair. Where was this coming from? Her mother had not mentioned anything about a suitor, much less a proposal and marriage talks! Penelope knows for sure she would have heard of it too; Lady Portia was known across the three courts to be a protective mama. Not to mention why would King Colin choose her? She had no power or domain she could bring to the Underworld. If anything, she probably be a burden as the queen.

King Colin continues on, now taking Penelope’s hand up to his lips to kiss it. “I had spoken to your father a day after the solstice, and he agreed to the match.”

Penelope’s head was spinning. Her father, Lord Featherington? Penelope had not even spoken to him during the gathering, yet he was having marriage talks on her behalf? Why was she not informed, or even her mother?

King Colin began to take steps back, tugging Penelope along with him by the hand he still held. Penelope snapped into focus when she felt her mother’s protective magic fade around her. King Colin was walking backwards towards a shadow.

“Your highness-” Penelope was cut off as King Colin pulled her fully into his arms.

“It’s just Colin, my beautiful and witty queen,” King Colin whispered in her ear. With one final step the pair fell into the shadows.

“COLIN!”

Portia sighed as she felt her third daughter fade from her magic. Penelope must have stepped outside of the barrier again. If it were possible that girl and her curiosity would give Portia gray hairs.

What was she going to do with her? She knows Penelope can be more than what she is now, she can find her domain. Perhaps Portia should take her with her to do her duties? Or maybe have her shadow Phillip? They are close and share similar powers over vegetation. Maybe meadows? Of all of Portia’s sacred ground Penelope seems to stay in that one the longest. Perhaps she is a floral goddess? Most of Penelope’s earlier, and more successful, creations were flowers. It would explain her closeness to Mary’s older daughter.

Portia shook her head. She had too much work to do. She will speak to Penelope potentially following her or Phillip later.

Francesca knew they were at a crossroad when the Trail of Poppies miraculously came back to life the day of the solstice. Colin had left to see what made the flowers bloom again while Francesca had dealt with informing the judges and their siblings.

She never expected what would lay behind one of those doors though.

Francesca was getting ready to the solstice gathering when her blue eyes caught Colin returning in her mirror.

Colin looked as if he seen a ghost when he came back, which was ironic because that’s what their realm was full of.

She turned towards her brother. “Did Phillip say how he brought the flowers back?”

“It wasn’t Phillip who brought the flowers back.”

Francesca furrowed her eyebrows. The entrance to the Underworld, at least the main one, was in Phillip’s domain, who else would have access to it?

Sensing his sister’s question Colin answered. “Penelope brought the flowers back.”

“Penelope?”

Colin nodded.

Francesca had to sit and think. Penelope was infamous for not having a domain and for her creations never lasting long. Though that never mattered to her brother. Colin always accepted whenever one of her creations wilted, it’s how they got the Trail of Poppies in the first place. Hyacinth always described her as feeling different from her sister Felicity, and her mother, Lady Portia. But now, their old family friend had done the one impossible thing and made something grow in the Underworld. She brought life to the Underworld.

That takes a powerful goddess.

“Perhaps Penelope needs a change of scenery to grow,” Francesca suggested. She hoped Colin wouldn’t do something too crazy.

Francesca hoped for too much, apparently. Not only has Colin married Penelope but now he’s kidnapped her too.

She can’t deny though how the poppies glow brighter being in Penelope’s presence alone, even when she's fainted from the sudden shadow travel.

#spring's rebirth #hades and persephone au #bridgerton #polin #colin brigerton #penelope featherington #francesca bridgerton #we go penelope in the underworld now!#portia is about to lose her shit next chapter

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houseoftulips · 1 year

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Inspired by the Brigerton Series on Netflix :

read this first: chapter masterlist

My Love, The Viscount | K. Bakugo - the one where a new season for society to bond wealthy families together through marriage and scandals to bubble the surface, including your love story with a certain viscount

─➭ pairing: viscount!bakugo katsuki x fem!reader

Chapter One: The Philip Family - the one about the wealthiest families of the ton

─➭ mentions of: reader has a big family, this is practically a family tree and an introduction to some of the characters that will be in the story

─➭ note: tbh this chapter is me mentally getting ready to write again

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The Philip Family is the most prestigious and rather wealthiest of families of the ton. Going back nearly ten generations of Philip men gaining more and a better reputation over the years for their popular wealth.

Lord Augustus Philips is your father and the head of the family. He was given leadership of the family at the age of twenty when your grandfather died of a stroke. Your grandmother, the dowager, had told your father two years after he was named head of the family that it was time for him to sire an heir.

He then betrothed your mother, Lady Francesca Philips, five months into the social season. Your mother came from a fellow wealthy family as the rest of the ton. Her mother though, had a reputation to be hard on the women of the family while her father was absent with his mistresses right behind him. Soon after your grandmother married your mother off to the Philip family, your mother severed the last of the ties to her family.

As she dreamed it would be, your mother fell in love with your father but he, rest assured, fell harder. The poor young man was putty in your mother’s hands the second he asked her to dance at her family’s ball. It didn’t take too long after that for their courtship to begin and for him to marry your mother with the season still fresh and full of desirable women. But your father didn’t care for them, only your mother.

Six months after your mother and father consummated the marriage, they sired the first heir. Your older brother, Ambrose Philips. He is 10 years older than you and he couldn’t be any more fit to take on the family bearings. He’s strong but stubborn in cherish-able ways. Handsome and gentle than the group of gentleman he grew up with. He’s protective as any brother shall be but he is overbearing at times. He also carries both your mother and father’s personality, making him a perfect Lord.

Two years after Ambrose was born, your second older brother, Bennett Philips was born. He was your mother and father’s wild child in his early days of childhood. Often blamed for sparking fights with Ambrose, almost taking a pearly tooth out the poor boy’s mouth when Bennett hit him with a facer at the age of eights years. He slowly but surely grew out of such habits around the age of eighteen. He and Ambrose are single by choice. To say the least, your mother is growing gray hairs because of them.

Three years later after Bennett was born, your mother birthed twins, Alexandra and Alonzo Philips. Beautiful twins that were the biggest talk of the ton. It wasn’t too often to see a family sire twins. Alonzo was born first then Alexandra was ten minutes after. Both represent night and day together and were oddly attached to one another up. Alonzo is second to be over protective with Ambrose in first. It came with being so close to Alexandra but it worsened once he grew to his teens. Alexandra is your idol after your mother and she knows it too. She was also the first to get married out of all of you and birthed a boy and two girls. She is also the one who makes peace within family quarrels because her brooding brothers could not contain themselves.

Now four years after the twins, your mother had you, Y/n Philips. The last Philip child and last daughter of the family. You were a shy little one for years but you were kind to even those who deserved less. You and your siblings grew to be elegant children of the ton. But you…you were the sunlight in the winter storms when you entered the room. It was only inevitable for you to be the one of the most desirable young woman of the season.

Today, your family is hastily making arrangements for this year’s social season. You are all returning to London after having to live in Nova Scotia for the last six years. Your father had to take business there but did not dare to leave his family behind. So he took you all with him and remained there till now.

" You must make haste, dearest!" your mother says as she walks into your bedroom. She sees that your back is turned to her as you sit on your mahogany desk in front of the window, “We cannot afford to be late."

You then turn around from your desk with a bright smile on your face as you finish reading a piece of paper. “Mother, look! Mina wrote back to me! She says she will be waiting for us at the port,” you say cheerfully.

Francesca softy smiles as she takes the letter you handed to her to read. Ms. Mina Ashido, formally known as your best friend since your early years. The Ashido family are such lovely and warm people. They are one of the very few families yours is very close with. Often throwing family balls together and taking strolls along the promenade. It warms her heart knowing you both remained best of friends. Letter after letter you received and delivered slowly helped you adjust to your new life in Nova Scotia. And it made you feel like you still lived in London.

"I am delighted to hear that, my love but we must hurry along now if we would like to meet her at the appropriate time,” your mother says dramatically as she gently grabs your hand to make you lift yourself off the chair. You and your mother make your way downstairs towards the carriages and the rest of your family resides. You continue to express how happy you feel knowing that your best friend will be there for you. "Will her family present her for this year's season?"she asks curiously.

"Yes, they are,” you smile, “Hopefully, Mina and I will find a gentleman of our own to betroth this season. I do feel quite uneasy though. It’s been so long since I’ve seen everyone,” you giggle softly.

“No need to fret, my dear. Your father and, undeniably, your brother Ambrose will be there for you to find a suitable gentleman,” your mother laughs as she walks with you outside.

Your father is the first to see you two leave the house and he couldn’t help but admire how much you and your mother share the same features. “My beautiful girls, you are late,” he playfully scolds.

“Apologies, father,” you giggle, “ But I thought you said women in our family can not be late. Everyone else is simply early.”

Your mother silently nods her head in agreement as your father laughs. He laughs because it’s true and he stays true to his word. Always. “Alright, now we must leave. Your brothers are already in the carriage, Y/n,” your father smiles.

You smile back and make your way to the carriage to your right. Just as you were a few steps away, the door opens by your eldest brother, Ambrose. “Sister, finally able to join us?” he smirks as he walks out of the carriage to help you inside with his hand out waiting for yours.

You playfully roll your eyes as you place your hand onto your brother’s and step inside to see Bennett and Alonzo sitting on one end of the carriage. “Brothers,” you greet.

“Y/n, you do know that is does not take years to walk down to the courtyard,” Bennett teases as he slouches in his seat compared to Alonzo who sits like a proper gentleman.

“Bennett, how do you expect to find a woman with such awful posture. It will scare them off,” you sigh as you settle down in your seat with Ambrose beside you, “It is not flattering.”

“You sound like mother,” Alonzo laughs making you pout, “But I do agree, Bennett. Even in our family portraits you carry such a distasteful posture.”

“Your children will inherit that,” Ambrose adds on.

“Why must I be the target of your brash comments,” Bennett sighs dramatically.

“It is karma, brother,” you smirk, “After being a wild one for mama and papa to look after.”

“And after for stuffing blue cheese inside my pants during my sleep,” Alonzo laughs.

“Also, for the time your nearly cracked my front tooth because I ate the last cream puff,” Ambrose sighs at the memory.

Bennett groans loudly in his seat as you all continue to banter around the times he caused trouble for everyone. “I have grown from that behavior, so you know,” he says sarcastically as he adjusts himself in his seat, “Moving on, has there been any news from London that we should be wary of, Ambrose.”

“Ah, yes,” your eldest brother says as the carriages being to move, “Mr. Neito Monomoa is now Lord Monomoa. And his grace, Lord Izuku Midoryia will also be returning to London as well.”

“He is a gentlemen to possibly court, sister. I am not opposed to a match like that,” Alonzo smiles.

“Must your marry this season, sister?” Bennett questions with furrowed eyebrows. He has asked this question before because he is the only one in the family who is not fond of the idea. “I thought you would wait. You are only nineteen years. You are still young.”

“If a wedding is meant to happen then it will. Besides, I enjoy the idea of growing a family of my own,” you laugh, “Oh, and if Lord Midoryia is interested in me, I wouldn’t be opposed to becoming a duchess.”

“Speaking of the man,” Ambrose speaks up, “Guess who will be by his side looking for a possible wife…Viscount Bakugo.”

“Katsuki?!” Bennett and Ambrose burst int laughter making you furrow your eyebrows at their reaction.

“What is that reaction for?” You questioned as you slighted giggled at the hyenas sitting around you.

“Do you not remember the man?” Bennett baffles with a hand on his chest, “He was that loud blonde that Mina’s birthday party that you said kept making your ears ring.”

Your eyes widened as you immediately remembered the loud and spikey blonde. He did make your ears ring that night because everyone kept teasing him over a girl. The reason why it is a stained memory is because of his foul language he would throw at his friends. Never thought you would hear that he would become a viscount because he never showed leadership like your father did.

“When did he become viscount?” Ambrose sighs as he wipes his tears away.

“His father couldn’t have died already?” Bennett says with concern.

“No, Lord Bakugo is still alive. Katsuki had to take over because his father fell ill two years ago. Lady Bakugo thought it was safer for it to happen that way I guess,” Alonzo shrugs in his seat. “I’m sure he’s enjoying the position. That is all he talked about growing up.”

“That’s right,” you perk up at the memory popping up, “You would ride your horse down to his home with Lord Midoryia.”

Alonzo smiles at the memory as he nodded in response. “Those were fun days before mother started dragging us to the promenade to look for women to starts families with,” he sighs with a shake of his head.

“That is what we are coming home too,” Ambrose sighs dramatically making Bennett do the same.

“Goodness, you guys are impossible…,” you roll your eyes.

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#bakugou katsuki #bnha bakugo #bnha bakugo katsuki #katsuki fluff #brigerton inspired #bakugo x reader #y/n x bakugo #anime #anime characters #bakugou x reader #bakugo x female reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #kirishima eijirou #izuku #mina ashido #mha midoriya #mha x reader #mha bakugo katsuki

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