#Minnie dearest

[cinemajunkie70]

Happy Birthday Faye Dunaway!

#faye dunaway #Chinatown #the three musketeers #the towering inferno #network #Minnie dearest #barfly #the thomas crown affair #bonnie and clyde #the rules of attraction #the first deadly sin #Don Juan demarco #the eyes of Laura Mars #movies #actress

[tupperlid]

i've been. a lil bit of a fan of @sundaeserenade 's Gone and Back Again... oops!

#thank u dearest minnie for allowing me to draw ur fools #namelessshipping #originalshipping #reguri #pokemon #sammy art tag #trainer red #blue oak #green oak

[bassguitarinablackt-shirt]

mutual tags! the tags im gonna be using for posts interacting with and about my mutuals from now on

#the boyfriend™️

(my platonic boyfriend @anartistwithamask)

#thalia my beloved <3

(my bestie my pookie my beloved @ssavinggrace whom im platonically married to for tax benefits)

#my wise girl <3

(@runwiththerain, the wise girl to my seaweed brain)

#the sink cat

(my dear friend @catinasink)

#my genderbend

(@literatureisdying whos essentially me but genderbent)

#mine dearest uncle perseus

(@genderfluidsgetguns, dont ask about the uncle thing)

#stellar lee

(@1am-star who is very stellar)

#the wonderful clotpole

(@that-one-clotpole, a relatively new moot)

#the beheader

(my tumblr twin @a-wondering-thought, he beheads people)

#professional lesbiab minny

(@midnight-thedyke, self explanatory)

#eve with no adam

(@evermorecatra, shes pretty gay)

#pelex the manwhore

(@joyliit, theyre pretty cool :D)

#the eldritch abomination

(@jarkinesbrainstew, im scared of them.)

#sneebs

(@sneebl, one of my earliest sweetest and most beloved mutuals :3)

#my beloathed worstie

(@agentwaffle, oh what would my life be without them annoying me)

#the bunnyboy

(@bunnyb1nk, FELLOW GAYBOY)

i will be updating this list regularly and it will be linked in my intro post for convenience, lmk if you want a tag

#the boyfriend™️ #thalia my beloved <3 #my wise girl <3 #the sink cat #my genderbend #mine dearest uncle perseus #stellar lee #the wonderful clotpole #professional lesbiab minny #eve with no adam #pelex the manwhore #the eldritch abomination #sneebs #my beloathed worstie #the bunnyboy

[genderfluidsgetguns]

NYYYEEAAAHHHG NEW INTRO POST TIMMMEEE

Former and inevitably out-dated intopost here: https://www.tumblr.com/genderfluidsgetguns/744438873843744768/yeeeaaaaggggg-you-can-also-call-me-lee?source=share

(new intro post under the cut)

Yo! My name is Percy! And Nico...and Lee...and...Leo...Dog...and also Thalia

yeah it may be confusing, but idgf. Call me whatever, just mix it up sometimes, okay?

Gender? Yours, fool

Sexuality? Yes

Romantic Attraction? Only if I know you well enough

I am Native American, apart of the Navajo Tribe, so do NOT call me an Indian. I will block you.

I am also a minor, so do not be creepy please

Tags!

#heterohomo.txt: based of an inside joke with my friends, my own original posts

#the dog goes 'what's good': me answering asks

Tags for all my moots!

@bassguitarinablackt-shirt: #mine dearest nephew perseus

@ssavinggrace: #mine dearest niece thalia

@midnight-thedyke: #minny the fagdyke

@catinasink: #the one in the sink

@literatureisdying: #attie in my attic

@lostlosersclub: #the one i barely tolerate

@littlebookworm69: #ah fuck yeah it's cami

@evermorecatra: #you best believe it's eve

if any more moots want a tag or want their tag modded, go through my inbox please!

Edit two (fuck this got out-dated fast): you may also call me Piper

#the dog does 'what's good' #heterohomo.txt #mine dearest nephew perseus #mine dearest niece thalia #minny the fagdyke #the one in the sink #the one i barely tolerate #attie in my attic #ah fuck yeah it's cami #you best believe it's eve

[cathyun]

If I were to describe you in a color, it’d be a soft lavender.

Purple is a color that stands for creativity, elegance, peace, and extravagance.

You are endlessly creative and your stories always bring me so much comfort when I feel like life isn’t going my way. The way you bind together your words as if you were creating the most intricate spiderweb, with the softest silks known to man, I would gladly let myself be trapped within the binds you create for me.

You are elegant in the way that you radiate a sense of self. You are so very amazing in all that you do, I’m sure everyone can feel the pride I feel when you do anything at all.

Peace, you make me feel relaxed. Like nothing that is happening outside of our night sky matters as much as the stars twinkling above us both.

Will i ever stop showering you in my adorations? No. You made me love you and I don’t think I could stop if I wanted to.

MINX 😞😞😞 you make me so happy i'm not even kidding. purple is my favorite color, this can not be coincidence T____T

i'm so glad you think so highly of me, thank you so much for this minnie. i was having a hard time with school works but this really made me really energized

you will see me in your asks very soon. i shall give you back some love >:)

#i'm cryinf i love minnie so much #🌸 : moots ! #🌌: minx ! #my dearest moon ෆ⁠

[prewarstucky]

MIA BABY GIRL NOOOOOOOOOOOO 😭😭😭 I'm so sorry you're feeling rotten, and on your birthday too, that's the woooooorst :(( So unfair, you deserve so much better, honey! Sending you all of the healing vibes and birthday hugs 'n kisses ✨✨💖💖 I know you're not feeling very happy right now, but still, HAPPY BIRTHDAY my darling, and I hope you'll feel much better very soon and that you're going to have an amazing new year of your life, despite the less than ideal start 💛💛💛💛

Minnie my darling!! 🥺🥺🥺🥺 I may not feel so great but how can I not be happy getting a message like this?!! I'm so lucky to call you my friend! You're the loveliest and thank you for all your sweet words, they're like a balm on my heart 💓 And honestly my birthday is turning out much better than I'd anticipated, thanks to messages like this. LOVE YOU SO MUCH Minnie, you mean the world to me! sending you back lots of love and hugs and kisses 😘💖💕💓💞

#thanks again dearest ❤️ #you're the sweetest angel 😘💕💖💕 #wonderful mutuals #minnie #asks

[realhankmccoy]

Q: so the reason trump’s cuck can’t win any battles is cuz they just lash out in anger with any power move they think they learned?

A: correct, picture a child playing Mortal Kombat who just learned Baraka’s slice and thinks it’s the most powerful move in the game and all they have to do is execute that move and they win

you have to keep feeling sorry for their lack of skill and how easy they are to game and I always do

that’s my weak point with them and always has been

feeling sorry for their feeble state

#Minnie dear #monkey #mommie dearest

[thefantasyden]

Changbin who likes to share

I am currently thinking about Changbin, who likes sharing his sweet baby. Poor thing has so much stamina, and even he can't keep up.

Changbin who shakes his head and laughs when Sungie, Minnie and his sweet baby are all begging him to let her play with them! Sungie swears he'll be good and Minnie is on the verge of tears because they're all so worked up and how can he say no when his dearest friends are in need?

Changbin, who doesn't bat a lash when he sees his baby with Jisung say on their lap, hands groping desperately at each other. He just sits himself down on the couch across from them to watch because he thinks his angel looks so pretty like this.

Changbin who raises an eyebrow and scolds Felix when he sees marks left on your neck not because he's possessive but because he knows that means Felix is using his thuck sweater to hide his own bright red and purple splotches.

Changbin, who casually slips his hand down your pants when you're watching a movie with the boys because he knows they appreciate a good show. He's overwhelmed with pride when he hears them groan in response to your airy whines and moans.

Changbin, who spoils you in private, praising you for taking such good care of the members. He loves how much love you have to give, and he knows that he's the only one who truly knows the depths of your soul.

Changbin who is the only one that's ever allowed to fuck you raw. He's happy to share your body, but Binnie thinks cumming inside your pretty cunt is a much deeper connection. He's the only one that gets to mark you that way.

Changbin who takes care of the aftercare because he wants to make sure it's done right. Chris can use you how he pleases as long as you're okay with it, but Binnie is the only one that gets to baby you and keep you tight against his body when you're in that breakable, vulnerable state.

Changbin, who very RARELY gets possessive, and only because he needs you desperately but hasn't been able to have you.

Changbin who has you sat in his lap as he leans back against the headboard, fucking you slow and deep as he wraps himself around your body. He feels so close to you like this, and it's still not close enough.

Changbin who kisses your forehead as he fucks you and ALWAYS has you crying for him. Sometimes you feel guilty, and you doubt yourself, but Binnie is always there, ready to love you back to your baseline. He knows you would drop everything for him if he asked. He would never ask you to, though, because he loves you exactly how you are.

#changbin smut #binnie smut #seo changbin smut #skz smut #stray kids smut

[kindred-sims]

A letter to Winifred Dailey from her grandniece Agnes, 189x

Dearest Aunt,

You’ll be pleased to know that I am not completely isolated here in my new town. I know you worried so, especially with Will moving us out to the middle of seemingly nowhere, but I can assure you that Chestnut Ridge is far from uncivilized. It is a much smaller town than Brindleton, granted, but we are certainly not hurting for pleasant company. Recently, I had the delight of meeting our neighbor – one Mrs. Martha Reed, who lives just a short ways from Will and I.

She’d stopped by one morning while I was occupied with my knitting but do not worry so, I am not without my manners, you raised me far better than that after all! I was happy to invite her in for some tea while we had a nice little chat, where I learned that it is just her and husband, Clarence, on their farm. They have two daughters who are grown and married and live far away from them, so she was quite pleased when she’d discovered Will and I had moved nearby. I am pleased as well, Aunt, she is a very kind woman and I feel fortunate knowing she’s only a mile away should I ever feel the need for company while Will is out working.

You will also be relieved to know that there is indeed a church here in town, and Will and I are faithful attendees every Sunday morning. The reverend is a good and honest man, not quite as loud as Reverend Powers I daresay, but he can still preach something fierce. Will doesn't care too much for his sermons but then, he's never been much of a church man. I myself find them to be quite riveting though, I'm not sure I've ever heard such eloquently spoken words of truth before in my whole life.

The congregation, thankfully, has been quite welcoming thus far, Will and I have even met another couple around our age who we’ve taken to conversing with following the conclusion of services. Walter and Minnie Lester, I believe that was their names. They also have a very darling baby girl named Florence, and are expecting their second child any time now.

All in all, I think we’re going to have a good life here, Aunt. The people are nice and the land is aplenty, I feel no worry when I think of our future here.

Yours Truly,

Mrs. Agnes Barclay

#sims 4 #ts4 #ts4 history #ts4 historical #decades challenge #barclay legacy #gen one: 1890s #agnes dailey #william barclay

[bimbobaggins69]

i was tagged by @taintedcigs & @likedovesinthewnd (thank you babies <3) to describe myself in 4 characters, this was so fun!

minnie goetz - diary of a teenage girl

elaine parks - the love witch

penny lane - almost famous

amy blue - the doom generation

no pressure tags: @whoahoney @corrodedcorpses @littledemondani @lilpotatobean2 @violettaskies @cooliestghouliest @lunatictardis @moonchildquinn @take-everything-you-can @dearest-readers @lofaewrites @saturnband @honey-flustered @pepsimunson @eddiemunsons-missingnipple @willowsgrl + anyone else who wants to <3

[ordinaryxxgirl]

"That's an interesting counterattack plan you have, dearest Minnie. It'd be a shame if I gave you a nice, deep kiss on the lips as a counter-counterattack, wouldn't it? Maybe I might even hold you close, if I have the chance, and pull away once we're both out of breath. How's that for you, love?"

#{Bespectacled Something | Self Insert | Saku} #{Through The Looking Glass | Dash Commentary}

[kim-seung-mo]

Engagement Ring

Kim Seungmin x fem!Reader

Your childhood best friend and boyfriend since high school, Kim Seungmin, has finally decided to propose to you! But the proposal ring he bought…… seemed a bit too small?

♩ drabble, fluff, the tiniest bit of angst, messy proposal, felix being felix, probably the happiest thing i've written in a hot minute

♩♩ word count: 1.4k (kinda long to be a drabble but whatever)

♩♩♩ A/N: this one's for my dearest @seungly

this is loosely based off of this one-shot I wrote for Seungmin a while back, but you could totally read it as a standalone.

"I know this sounds unbelievable, but Felix you have to listen to me."

One morning, after Seungmin, your childhood best friend and boyfriend since high school, left for work, you called your best friend Felix.

"If this is about Seungmin… I don't want to hear it."

"Oh come on Felix, this is really important to me! I don't have anyone else to talk to but you!"

You could almost see Felix rolling his eyes at the sound of a sigh of boredom coming from the other side of the phone.

"Fine, fine, go ahead, I'm listening. Seriously Y/N, you should make more friends."

"Hey hey! It's not about me not having any friends!"

Felix always teased you like that, even though he was right……

"Back on topic, didn't Minnie and I recently start living together?"

"Yeah? Have you finally discovered his flaws?"

"Sadly, not really. My Minnie is still perfect. But… I was washing his pants yesterday and I found a little box in his pocket."

"He's going to propose to you?"

Hearing "little box", Felix immediately thought of one containing an engagement ring.

"Oh, don't interrupt me! I was just getting to the point!"

You coughed a couple of times and continued your story.

"I thought Minnie was going to propose to me, just like you thought. He's been acting a bit strange lately, every time he and I were alone he was nervous, like we were back in high school. So when I saw this little box, I was quite happy, figuring that the day had finally come. Although I was a little worried about the fact that he had forgotten such an important item in his pants pocket… But it wasn't the first day Minnie lost things."

"Can you get to the point? Where is the ring? You didn't wash it, did you?"

"No! I took it out before I washed it. The problem is what happened after I took it out!"

"What's wrong with the ring? Does Seungmin actually have poor taste?"

"Perhaps even more embarrassing than that…… I tried it on, the ring."

"And then what?"

"…… It wouldn't fit."

" HA HA HA HA HA HA HA ！！！！！！"

Felix laughed at you unmercifully.

"Don't you laugh at me! I came to call you for help! What do I do with this? I can't put it on! Won't it be awkward when he tries to put the ring on me only to find out that it doesn't fit?"

"Would Seungmin really make such a cheap mistake? Does he not even know the size of your finger? Didn't you say he could tell you were going to have your period before you do?"

"Yeah! That's why it's weird… How could Minnie have made such a mistake? I didn't believe it either, thinking maybe it wasn't a ring to be worn on the hand, but a necklace or something… But it was in a ring box, and there was no chain to string it on…… Felix, what do I do with this?"

The two of you were silent on the phone like this for a long time.

"…… Say, Y/N, this is not me cursing you or doubting Seungmin…… But is there a possibility…… that this ring wasn't bought for you?"

Kim Seungmin would never cheat on you. This was something you would never question. You've known each other since kindergarten, you've been in love with each other since middle school, you were the model couple in the whole school in high school, and your classmates thought you were married in college. You had your normal little arguments during the time, but it was never a serious relationship problem.

How could you believe that Kim Seungmin would cheat on you? Especially after he had just moved in with you?

No way, absolutely no way ……

But if it's not cheating …… What did that ring mean then?

After the call with Felix, you sat right where you were and didn't move until Seungmin came back.

"Y/N? I'm back …..Y/N?"

Seungmin came in through the door, took off his jacket and shoes, and wanted to look for you in the bedroom as usual, but instead he saw you in the living room, dazed.

"Y/N?"

He noticed that you weren't paying attention to him and came over to you with a puzzled frown as he sat down beside you.

Then, he noticed the tear marks on your cheeks.

"Y/N!"

Seungmin panicked visibly, his hand immediately brushed against yours, gripping your hand that was trembling a little. His eyes tried to meet yours, but you were deliberately avoiding his gaze.

After recognizing that he couldn't make eye contact with you, he spotted the tiny box sitting beside you.

"You found the box? Did you open it?"

Hearing his words, you immediately pulled your hand out of his palm.

Seungmin's eyes showed a hint of sadness.

"How could you do this to me?"

"What?"

"I trusted you, I always trusted you… Seungmin."

You didn't call him "Minnie", which made Seungmin even more upset.

But at the same time, there was also a hint of confusion.

Because he has no idea what you were talking about.

"What are you talking about Y/N…why can't I understand a word?"

"Did you really find someone else?"

Seungmin froze.

"You think I'm that kind of person? Y/N…don't you know how much I love you-"

"Then what's this?!"

You held up the small box, took out the ring inside and placed it in front of his eyes.

Seungmin looked at you in disbelief, and then looked at the ring.

Then he seemed to understand something and his ears turned red in the next instant.

This reaction was not expected, you looked at him with eyes full of doubts.

"You, you thought this was for someone else?"

This statement made you not know how to respond.

"Is it not for someone else? It didn't fit me at all… Did you actually buy the wrong size?"

Seungmin shook his head quickly, but then stammered, not willing to speak.

"It's not… It's not for someone else …… It's not bought in the wrong size either ……"

"So you mean this is for me?"

He nodded.

"If I tell you the truth, you have to promise you won't laugh at me…"

This time it was your turn to look at him with worried eyes.

"How could I laugh at you, Minnie ……"

Hearing the familiar nickname, he finally got up the courage to take the ring from your hand.

"This ring is …… I bought it the second week after we started dating."

The second week of you started dating? That would mean …… High school?

"When you were in high school? When we weren't even adults yet? Just two weeks into our relationship? That was when you decided to get our engagement rings?"

Seungmin nodded hesitantly, looking up to observe your expression.

You just widened your eyes.

How could there be such a silly yet adorable person in this world?

But …… It didn't surprise you that he would be the one to do this kind of thing.

"I… I realized how stupid it was right after I bought it! That's why I never gave it to you …… But I knew one day we were going to get married! So… So I kept it, planning to give it to you when we grew up and after we graduated from college. But the other day I …… When I took it out, I realized that the size I bought was way too small and there was no way I could propose with it …… I actually went out today with the intention of buying another one."

He said, as he took out another similar small box from his pocket.

"I was planning to propose to you in a place with lots of people and have it be romantic… I even booked the restaurant already! But since this has now turned out to be the case ……"

As you cover your mouth in shock, Seungmin slowly drops to one knee in front of you and opens the box, which quietly holds a dazzling ring that shines as brightly as if it were a star.

With a slight tremble in his voice, excited, and anticipating, Seungmin slowly spoke.

"Y/N… Will you marry me?"

Looking at the man you have known and loved all your life, getting down on one knee, seeing the profound love flowing from his eyes, and listening to his excited and slightly trembling voice, you thought there would be only one answer.

"I hope this ring fits me."

"Felix, you have to listen to me."

"Are you ever done? One time in the morning just wasn't enough huh? You just had to call me a second time? Just tell me Y/N, are you guys breaking up or are you getting married?"

"We're getting married!"

#skz angst #stray kids angst #stray kids x reader #skz imagines #stray kids imagines #seungmin fluff #seungmin angst #seungmin imagines #seungmin x reader #stray kids fluff #skz fluff

[bassguitarinablackt-shirt]

Being bullied for my love of men

@midnight-thedyke EXPLAINYOURSELF MINNY. AND FOR THE LOVE OF THE GODS STOP BEING PERCIPHOBIC.

#asher answers #mine dearest uncle perseus #professional lesbiab minny

[endlessly-cursed]

WWTG, The Winter Solstice: The Welcome Ball III

Everything was going as well as it could be. The Welcome Ball was afoot and Primrose observed from a chair that her beloved people had made for her as a gift for producing an heir. Malcolm was beside her, observing quietly the guests and commenting on the now absent faces they didn't see.

"Henry wrote back to me. No word of what he and the Goldcrests are up to in Scotland, though," It was true. This morning, they had received a letter from Henry and Elian each. It was odd that they didn't attend this year's festivities, and many whispered of it.

"Elian was quiet as well," Malcolm added "hopefully they aren't roping one another into danger."

Primrose chuckled "Hopefully being the factor word here. Of both of us, you ought to know Elian best." She teased.

Malcolm let out a small laugh "You're right, dear. Danger chases our dear friend, I'm afraid."

Primrose observed Simon Battersea, standing in a corner, surely pining for his faraway sultana "Poor boy. I wish I could do something to make his stay less lonely." She looked at Malcolm "I shall dance with him the next number."

Malcolm nodded "Be my guest, dear. I shall see myself that Mr. Rowle doesnt rue the night."

He kissed her hand and she extended her hand to the young earl "Dance with me, Earl Simon?" She gave him a smile that she knew well nobody ought to deny.

"Can you? In your condition?" He asked concerned.

"A little movement will do good to me and my child."

He bowed "I shall oblige, then."

Cecilia wasn't Harlan Rowle's biggest fan, and despite him having a nice face to look at and a certain charm -though she'd rather perish the thought than admit it out loud- but he made her beloved Vinnie laugh, and that was enough for her to tolerate him, no matter how much she liked the idea of punching him in the throat, though the cad would find a way to make the situation humorous.

As the quadrille begun, she and Vinnie looked at one another "Sneak to our spot for our people-watching game?"

"Always!"

Brushing their hands, they left for a small terrace that Viscountess Primrose kept close to her heart, but Cecilia had worked a way to give her access as well. Suffices to say, the oh-so-perfect viscountess once had some scandalous rendezvouses with a beautiful and witty painter.

"Tell me, dearest, who shall be your victim for the night?" Cecilia inquired.

Lavinia observed the people around until her eyes on poor, flushed Orpheus Kenway, who looked positively lost "Oh, good Godric, by the time I have been here, I have only made a mess with five syllables or less, and overshadowed by my unsufferable villain of a brother! Whatever shall I do without cousin Charis?! Oh, Godric, grant me mercy, because polite society won't!" She cried as Cecilia snickered.

Cecilia observed the poor Adonis Demiurgos, his usual twinkle gone and observing wistfully the dancing pairs "Oh, woe is me, wherever is my witty little nightingale, who pecks me deliciously so with her razor pen? Oh, Minerva, my Minnie, where art thou?!"

Lavinia doubled in laughter, Cecilia covering her mouth while she tried to regain her breath "God, Cecy, you are vicious!"

"But true," she winked.

Not having realised till now that they were leaning on one another, Cecilia kissed her nose and Lavinia scrunched her nose. Seeing if anyone was searching for them, they kissed softly for a minute before breaking apart "I don't wish to go back, but..."

"Primrose can only buy us so much time."

Both women finally emerged from their hidden corner and rejoined the festivities, which were thankfully winding down.

Adonis downed yet another brandy as he slowly started to believe that no Kennedy would attend this year's festivities. Ed had given his word to check on his calendar, and the next thing he knew, he was already at Winbourne, wondering where Minerva could've run off to.

A concerned Primrose approached him. He stood up and quickly curtsied in respect for the lady "My lady."

"I see that Miss Kennedy won't be in attendance. It's a shame. I always enjoyed her literary insight. And don't say which one, or take me for a fool for that matter, Mr. Demiurgos, because I know better."

He raised his hands in defeat "Worry not, my lady, I know that you can't be fooled even if I tried."

"Tell you what, I have a drawing room that is perfect for some... illicit writing."

He cocked an eyebrow, intrigued "Do tell me..."

Tagging @gaygryffindorgal @unfortunate-arrow and @legilimenace because their characters made an appearance on this POV!

#hphl #hp victorian era #oc: primrose gray #malcolm stolberg burke #oc: cecilia balinor #oc: adonis demiurgos #simon battersea #lavinia wakefield #vinnilia #grayburke #wwtgsolstice23 #mywriting* #mine*

[lonlonranching]

Tag (9) people you'd like to get to know better!

my dearest, @meatballerino tagged me after resurrecting from the shadow ban realm. good to have u back comrade <3

currently watching: starting strong to say im actually watching NOTHING atm bc im bookish and sexy (unless u count watching seinfeld in my office). but honestly it’s just bc any at-home screen time is dedicated to STILL playing tears of the kingdom. grinding at 140 hours yessir

currently reading: i just finished transgender warriors by leslie feinberg (under the pressure of a library due date) and i plan to start the oresteia in an effort to compare a used copy of robert fagles’ translation to anne carson’s version on internet archive simply for the vibes (the bookish and sexy ones)

minnie bruce pratt (late wife of feinberg) passed away a couple days ago, and a couple days before that i took this picture of the acknowledgement section that made me weep:

currently listening: i think i added this one bc im listening to the magnus archives rn and i wanna talk about it. im only 19 episodes in but jonathan sims is my best friend

current obsession: i just consumed trigun 98 after years of people (meaning one friend told me to back in 2019 and now i tell everyone) telling me to and god. its grip. vashwood and millymeryl doing something my cocktail of effezor and busprione couldnt ever concieve of. but my day ones☝️💯😤 know i ALWAYS have disco elysium and mp100 on the back burner of my mind 24/7 😮‍💨🫶🫡

tagging @pierogish @tomezeme @nitw @oohbrother @electromelancholy @soggypetals @putrefaxian @hyliareborn @petrich0-r bc i crave to know u

#tagged <3 #about me

[timmymyluv]

act seven.

of the let others wage war series

romanov prince! timothée chalamet x princess!reader

series masterlist

main masterlist

summary: minnie begins to navigate the world of the royal court in saint petersburg, and realizes the complex social structure she will become part of.

warning(s): mentions of sex, infidelity, description of women’s bodies/archaic, ancient sexist views on sex/ women’s roles in society

word count: 2.8k

“Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one’s life with pomp and blare, like a gay knight riding down; perhaps it crept to one’s side like an old friend through quiet ways; perhaps it revealed itself in seeming prose, until some sudden shaft of illumination flung athwart its pages betrayed the rhythm and the music, perhaps . . . perhaps . . . love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath.”

― L.M. Montgomery

It scared you- this feeling of neediness, struggling to breathe, like your ribcage closing in yourself, head spinning, your surroundings in a dizzy blur when it came to Timothee, but you did not know how to fathom it. 

“Have I done anything to upset you, my dearest?” Timothee whispers to you against the bustling crowd of a banquet of nobility and diplomats who have gathered in the ball on your behalf. He notices your lack of appetite, restless and yearning into space as you toyed with your utensils against the coral plate. 

You slam your fist against the table accidentally, causing him to flinch away from your direction and curious, concerned eyes from the crowd already observing you. “You have not, my dear prince. I was only deep in thought about..about you, about us, about what this marriage will entail for us.” You shake your head to quell everyone’s worries. 

As Timothee gives you a hesitant glance before leaving the issue alone, you begin to familiarize yourself with the names and families that would become essential to your social circle. You had been given pamphlets and booklets of family trees, in barely translated Danish from incomprehensive Russian cyrillic, scarce of photos sans a handful of carte de visites from the immediate Imperial House of the Romanovs. 

Down the short escalade of stairs in the banquet hall that separated the engaged couple from the crowd,  a figure would not miss sat his younger brother by only a year, Grand Duke Alexander Nikolaevich, a young man of much larger, bulkier build than his slender elder brother, yet from where you sat, there were angles as he sloshed around that reminded him of Timothee. 

Having consumed several drinks early in the night already, he already lost his cotton cravat, unbuttoned the first few buttons from his neck down to his sternum, stained with the sauces and creams of the main course long forgotten. Absinthe, vodka in hand, he loosened up from his seemingly impatient, frustrated form to a loose disarray. 

Back home such an act would have embarrassed you tremendously, even second hand, yet such rowdy behaviour only influenced and encouraged the young aristocrats in the assembly hall, as forgotten plates cooled down as they gathered in the centre of the wooden ballroom, leaving the lush, bright red carpets against your feet. 

What surprised you the most was seeing Alexander, or Sasha or even Pug as only Timmy would affectionately refer him as, grab a handful of silverware into his large hands before carelessly bending and breaking them to the amusement of his cohort. 

Crowds no longer gasped in bewilderment as you did, numbed by his regular demeanor as a normal expectation from the second-in-line to the Russian throne. 

“Sasha has always done tricks like this, Your Royal Highness.” You and your fiance both look up suddenly to a blonde young woman with her curls tucked loosely on the side of her ears before descending into an elaborate braid locked with an azure satin ribbon.  

“Mashka, there is no need to shock my future bride with such information without warning. Minnie, this is my youngest sister the Grand Duchess Her Imperial Highness Maria Alexandrovna. My wife-to-be is Her Royal Highness Princess Dagmar of Denmark. ” Timmy smiles fondly with wrinkles crinkling along his eyes and his teeth baring. 

Mashka nods her head in acknowledgement with an inscrutable expression, guarded off and rather haughty for someone of her early age and petite frame. Yet what she lacked in size, she made up with her presence, an arched nose, thin lips, an oval face and slender cheekbones, it was clear she was adored by those around her, and she thrived in that attention. 

“Your only sister in fact, Timmy.  It is a pleasure to meet you, Princess Dagmar. I look forward to having you here at Saint Petersburg.” 

“As do I, Your Imperial Highness.” 

Content with your brief introduction and refer to her royal title, Mashka saunters away cheerily, holding her skirts and dragging them across the floor before she makes her way beside her father. 

Playing with the vegetables on your plate with your utensils, eavesdropping subtly on what members of the court thought of you, you broke out of your trance and could not help but eye a young, petite blonde woman with fine features and a lithe frame hovering close- too close even- around the Tsar.

Although Tsar Alexander II sat next to his wife, maintaining proper appearances, they exchanged no words sans sparse glances. Alexander would entertain any guest that came his way cordially, and would spoil his daughter with pinches of the cheek and kisses on her forehead, but what you saw- you could not ignore. 

Whenever they thought everyone was too distracted to notice, you glimpsed the brief, yet sultry, furtive glances between the young woman and the emperor, as the earlier posed strategically that would accentuate her bosom. You could not help but scoff at the sight. 

Flashes of anger reminded you of the previous King of Denmark who your father succeeded, who had no legitimate heirs and absconded organically with a former courtesan, causing so much scandal that your family refused to be in the same room as the commoner wife. 

Perhaps men were bound to the same temptations of the flesh no matter what realm they occupied. 

…

On the fortnight of the Ritual of the Ice near the Neva River, the chills had gotten your betrothed ill, and he was under strict instructions from his doctor to rest and sleep through the morning while on heavy doses of medication before he would return to the full swings of court season. 

It pained you for having to be paired along to dance and be entertained by his younger brother Alexander, who refused to utter a single word nor even a glance in her direction. Once asked to dance for a single waltz, you knew he was only doing it out of politeness and could not stand to even look you in the eye, frequently tripping over your own feet even if he was twice your size and made out of pure muscle. 

No guests other than Timothee’s physician, an army of nurses and servants were allowed into his chambers, yet you had snuck into the kitchen much to the horror of the sweat stained, exhausted cooks when you requested for a bowl of your favourite Danish concoction and soup that was given to those weak and under the weather. 

Dropped off by his doorstep with a handwritten note and a bunch of flowers on a vase, you made sure a servant was able to obtain it and shut the door without recognizing your presence before you gracefully glided down the stairs back to your chambers. 

Lit candle in hand as you tucked in your hooded cloak closer over your face, pushing your lace bonnet forward making your way back, wne you could not help but overhear and eavesdrop into the hushed whispers of the maids and ladies in waiting that scattered throughout the corridors.  

  Baundy, raunchy gossip and graphic descriptions of romps in the sheets, current affairs and entanglements between staffs across all departments, that Sasha was spotted leaving one of his mother’s own ladies in waiting the night prior, or that the Tsar spent nights in his bedroom with a lady named Princess Catherine Dolgorukova, a former ward entrusted to him for her education after being orphaned who was now sharing his living quarters. 

 Ignoring the tightness in your chest, you refused to leave, scooping for any information about your future husband, what he was truly like here in his homeland but nothing to your alarm. 

Stepping away to leave and return to your bedroom, your attention was piqued on the mention of his name, alongside a lady named Princess Tatiana Maximillianova of Leuchtenberg, a grand-niece of Napoleon himself and you nearly caught your breath. 

Although nothing scandalous, they discussed how a certain faction of court willed the future Tsarina be of Russian extraction, from a minor cadet branch rather than a traditional royal princess overseas or grand duchess. Ever gracious, Timothee entertained a dance not to alienate such parties, yet his rejection of a proposal or lack thereof of such left Tatiana heartbroken and devastated. 

Perhaps men are all the same. And he is no exception.  

…

In between your numerous lessons, you managed to sneak some time in the library in solitude for some of your own personal reading before dinner with your betrothed and his immediate family. 

Hours of protocol, language lessons, duties and responsibilities had started to blur as the day went by, but you could not take your mind off an unrelated yet more pressing matter that you felt was not addressed. 

Slipping between the books unrecognized, you ensure the coast is clear in the uninhabited aisles towards the clandestine section on the arts of physical attraction, and of love making. 

Oh you already know how red Alix would be if she found out what you were doing! And mother would pass out in shame in thinking of you surrounding such a scandalous topic. 

Purposely deceived as obscure fiction books with humdrum, worn out covers, your eyes widen at the graphic descriptions of positions between a man and a woman, or perhaps men or women with the same gender, on how to caress, feel, touch, gauge preferences and tailor it to your liking.

Would he appreciate your body? You are not tall or lithe like your maternal family, but would your full, round breasts be to his liking? The curves and bends of your imperfect body, your petite frame? 

Brushing your fingers against the rough pages as you unravel word by word for what engrosses you for hours, taking a mental note as there was no chance for you to write anything down with ink before gossip would scatter among high society.

Tucking the book back between dusty shelves in your best attempt to make it appear as if you had never picked it up or been sauntering around. You stroll around, with the lace on your hem dragging on the cold marble floor as if it were a normal thing. 

Fiddling, anxious fingers hidden behind your back, your eyes are too drawn to the floor until you collide unceremoniously with a broad, muscled chest dressed in fine silks and cotton. Glancing upwards, you face the relieved, yet bloodshot and worried eyes of your betrothed Timothee. 

   “Minnie, I have been looking all over the palace for you.” His large palms rest on your shoulders, sinking in as if he needed validation in your touch, your flesh that you existed before him. 

Stiffening in discomfort around him, you wordlessly curtsey before flashing a warm smile to brush off any suspicions. 

“My love, I apologize for having worried you. I had just picked up a book from a shelf and could not put it down.” Your eyes dart around his beautiful, gorgeous face, oh his face- the face you cannot resist. The face, the boy, the man that will hurt you so much if you let him. 

Taking your hands in his, he meets his hazel eyes with yours, and a frown blossoms. “I have barely seen you since you arrived. Have you been avoiding me on purpose?” 

“Of course, I would not. You have just been frightfully ill that it does no good for my nerves, and preparations with tutors have taken so much of my time.” 

“I apologize that my frail health had made you so agitated, when I should be the one comforting you, protecting you.” 

Leaving a gentle peck on your forehead, you feel his soft lips against your skin as you tightly embrace your arms around his back, leaning your face against his torso. Breathing in his scent, his warmth- this is the man in the strange world you are about to call your own.  

Would you be enough to fill his desires? Would you be enough before he would stray to another? 

…

Chatter and cachinnation fills the artfully decorated living room, painted in the faintest pastel and creams tailored to the delicate feminine touch. Only fitting for the ladies of the court of the Tsarina, her ladies in waiting and assemblage of maids. 

You had warmed up and taken a liking to the cohort easily, quickly remembering their names, their quirks, their ranks, their families, their husbands, children and started to get a sense of the invisible, yet tangible web that was woven intricately among them. 

Sitting beside the Empress and surrounded by Timothee’s sister Marie, you had begun to familiarize yourself with potential ladies in waiting who would be included in your court and be part of your closest circle. 

Grand Duke Konstantine Nikolevich’s daughters Olga and Xenia entered the room in unison, fashionably dressed and with perfect manners and etiquette. Behind them followed Princess Tatiana Maximillianova of Leuchtenburg, the Tatiana you have heard murmurs about, and you refuse to show a frown or imagine her with your future husband.  

Tatiana’s gorgeous curls, her effortless yet dainty laugh, the fit of her dress to her shapely figure and ocean blue cerulean eyes make it no contest that her beauty would make her worthy of being an Empress, and the pit of jealousy in your stomach stirs within you. This is like being second fiddle to Alix all the time, being an afterthought, a leftover choice when Alix was preoccupied or already promised to another. 

Lady Jessica patiently explains to you the customs and order of precedence required between the court ladies, the distinctions if it was only in a room of the women, the adjustments when surrounded by men in a complete court, a husband of among the women around them, and you feverishly noted everything as you were sure you were to forget certain things otherwise. 

Gallivanting around the gardens before the sun sets and preparations for dinner begin, you walk with your arms linked with the Queen, in wistful conversation before she notices how you are less upbeat and talkative than usual.

“What worries you, my child. You have been unlike yourself. What we speak between us will remain in confidence, so pray tell.” 

You sigh, tears welling in your eyes that you wipe off, bile caught in your throat. Initially refusing to speak or worry her, you reply knowing she will not leave until you have spoken the truth. 

“I am fearful that Timothee may find comfort in another when we are wed. That I am not sufficient for him when his affections for me run out, that I will face the shame of his infidelity yet I cannot do anything about. 

The Empress frowns in agitation, sitting you down to the wooden bench in front of a flourishing, carved fountain, its flowing splashes hitting your tears like a symphony. She cradles you in her arms, seeing a glimpse of her younger self in you and her chest tightens.  

“A Romanov will always have straying eyes, my darling. I did not wish to tell you this before your betrothal but to lie to you is a disservice. No matter what you do or who you are, he will find warmth in another. He is like a wild animal, always roaming around waiting for their next hunt, their prey.” 

“But Timothee, he has fancied other young princesses before but what he has for you - it is like for another. He would give his life for you, he refused to take anyone else for a bride. That if you did not accept his hand in marriage, he would not marry at all, no matter our protests. “

“He has seen what my husband, the Tsar- yes the rumours are true, he has found a paramour, whose chambers he visits more than another, like the Romanov men before him. But you and Timothee, you will change this. I promise. His entire life I have ingrained this to him, that when he finds the woman he loves, he must be completely loyal to her, and have no other.”

Sniffling as you raise your head up to meet her eyes, the same eyes she shares with her son, and you burst into further tears as she wipes your tears with her thin, fragile fingers and soothes your worries.  

Unaware to both of you, gandering between the maze of manicured gardens, was Sasha. He is overwhelmingly moved by your torment, unable to witness you so distraught, so upset, all the joy and life drained from you. He hesitates to approach you, yet he changes his mind and returns surreptitiously to his living quarters. 

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