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chapter 01 "such a fool for you" masterlist 2.4k words

The grandeur of Lady Danbury's ballroom shimmered with the radiance of candlelight and the elegant attire of London's high society. It was the much-anticipated event that marked the commencement of the social season, something the whole ton looked forward to.

It was where the Queen picked her diamond, where the tone was set for the new season, where ladies vied for the most eligible bachelor’s attention. It was places and events like these where you got glimpses of him.

You were no stranger to the Bridgerton family, you practically grew up side by side with Daphne. She was your dearest friend. But that meant also growing up close to her older brothers, one of which you had pined for for years. Since you came to even know what the word or feeling meant.

Benedict Bridgerton had been the man you dreamt of, longed for. He had an air about him that captivated anyone who paid attention to him. Dark hair, deep eyes, a generous smile, and a soft touch (when he did graze your skin during dances or careful passes). You were a fool for him.

Several summers back, when you were just 15, your parents had made haste for Paris. A true hub of sophistication that matched London, you were able to hone your language skills and etiquette, as well as see some fine art along the way. When you returned just before your debut last season, so you could go through the challenges alongside your friend Daphne as new debutantes.. You noticed a change in Benedict.

He was more watchful, more keen to seek you out, more than willing to have his name on your dance card. He had also made it known when he didn’t particularly like a potential suitor.

Last season, he had all but ran off any gentleman who had wanted to even formulate the idea of courting you. This season? You vowed you wouldn’t let him stand in the way, unless he had some kind of explanation for his behavior.

Tonight, you had sought out Daphne as soon as she arrived, eager for some companionship that did not warrant endless get to know you questions from a gentleman.

“Has your Grace sent you off to fend for yourself this evening?” You asked her from behind, which made Daphne immediately turn on her heel to face you.

“I’m afraid he has,” she played along. “Though with my most trusted friend by my side, I believe, together, we can handle this evening.”

Arm in arm, Daphne and you made your way through the crowded room, towards her family. Always nestled together, deep in their own conversations within one another, it was sometimes like the rest of the ton didn’t matter.

For Benedict, that was true, until he could make out your form coming closer with his sister.. And looking as enchanting as ever.

“Remarkable,” he muttered to his brothers, Anthony and Colin. “Utterly remarkable.”

They followed his gaze over to where you were on the far edge of the group, reacquainting with their mother. Anthony hummed a sort of acknowledgement and Colin rolled his eyes.

“I swear, if I had a shilling for every time you mumbled under your breath for her, I'd be a rich man,” Colin said, earning a glare from Benedict.

“I don’t know what you mean,” he tried to play off. Anthony laughed lightly, clapping his hand down on his younger brother's shoulder.

“Are you just going to run off more possible suitors for her this season?” Anthony asked in a hushed tone. Benedict shook his head.

“I did no such thing,” Benedict protested. It was Colin’s turn to sigh.

“Good God, get a hold of yourself,” Colin said lowly. “You could just tell her your intentions.”

Benedict stewed over his brothers words for the majority of the evening. He weighed the cons, but the pros vastly outnumbered anything that could prevent him from you. But he needed some time to get his head straight, his spirits up, before he approached you before the end of the night.

“Sorry to intrude,” he said as he interrupted whatever conversation you were in with his sister. If Benedict had to watch you dance with another man one more time this evening he might need a lobotomy. “Daphne, may I steal her for a moment?”

“If she wishes to be stolen away,” Daphne said and you nodded your head. Daphne gave an all too knowing smile, not at all oblivious to what was transpiring between her brother and you, before leaving your sides.

“Ben,” you spoke to him quietly, and he immediately felt his skin aflame. “You wish to steal me away?”

“Just for a moment of your time,” he managed to get out. “You have been rather occupied with dances and conversations this evening.”

“Well if one hopes to marry, you must divulge a little,” you replied and your slight smile made his stomach twist. “Though if you wanted my attention earlier, you could’ve stolen me away sooner.”

Benedict smiled, though it teetered on the line of a grin. He was so enamored of your wit, and to be on the receiving end of it, unlike the other men in this room, was dear to him. Was this a flicker of admission on your part?

“Do you wish me to steal you away?” He asked softly. He could see your eyes flicker over his face, trying to read him, read what his intentions were. But you knew.

“If only you knew what all I wished of you,” you admitted, a bit breathless. If anyone was watching or listening, you knew the whispers that would be spoken. How improper it might be, even if you two were beating around the bush.

Before Benedict could respond, you two were interrupted by another gentleman who wanted your attention. Much to his dismay, you returned his attention and even accepted a dance. He had to watch you be whisked away for a dance and Benedict seethed.

Retreating back to his brother's side, Anthony grinned after taking a sip of his brandy. “Go well?”

“Say another word and I may end you,” Benedict grumbled and Anthony laughed.

You did your best to steer clear of the tall and handsome Bridgerton for the remainder of the evening. You were close to accomplishing that when you had slipped away from the prying eyes of the ton and into the night.

The air was warm, slightly cooler than earlier in the day. The moon was hidden behind clouds but it did not hinder its illumination. Lady Danbury’s gardens spanned as far as you could make out as you rested against the railing of the stoop.

You just needed a moment to catch yourself. To try and calm your mind-

“Do you often sneak away from the countless gentlemen vying for your attention?”

So much for slipping away unnoticed, but did it surprise you that Benedict followed?.. partly. You turned to face him as he stepped closer to your side, hands tucked behind him.

Little did you know it was to conceal the tremble in them.

“Only when I need a moment,” you admitted.

Benedict sounded a soft understanding as he came closer. His gaze seemed darker, even without the consideration of the night. He was searching your face for something, though you didn’t know what.

“What did you mean?” He asked softly. “When you said I didn’t know all you wished of me?”

You tensed up slightly, cursing yourself for your brazen but true words earlier in the evening. You could feel your hand tighten against the railings.

“Ben.. maybe this isn’t-“

“Please,” he said, his hands finally becoming visible as he reached out to touch your arm with one, the other on his chest. “Forgive the urgency in my words, for my heart and soul can no longer bear the weight of this unspoken truth. There's an ache within me, a relentless torment, fearing that time may slip through my fingers.. That you may slip through my fingers.”

“I cannot go on not telling you how ingrained you are in my mind. How even the mention of your name by my family makes me weak in the knees, how you have bled into my canvases, into my essence.

“I am tethered to you, my dearest (Y/N). The thought of you accepting a courtship from another man casts a shadow over me I don’t want to see to fruition. Perhaps that is selfish of me.. but if that means having even a chance to have you then I will be selfish.”

You weren’t sure if you had taken a single breath as he spoke, as he laid himself bare to you of his intentions. Everything made more sense now. How Benedict had looked at you for the last year, how he had cut in when men approached, how he practically chased away your potential suitors. If you were a fool for him, he was equally a fool for you.

“What do you ask of me?” you asked, your tone quieter than you intended, but the notions of everything occurring was making your mind and confidence dizzy.

Benedict hesitated, his gaze unwavering but completely captivated by the way your eyes seemed to shine. Was there any way he could be more captivated?

“What do I ask of you?” he echoed, a hint of vulnerability in his voice. “I.. Ask for a chance to court you, to explore the possibility that there is something more between us then familiar friends. I do not wish to rush or pressure you but my feelings for you run deep.”

Benedict sucked in a breath before continuing. “Will you allow me the privilege of courting you?”

You could see the sincerity and pure intention behind his eyes. It was what you had wanted to hear from him since before you debuted last season, something you had only been able to think about in your daydreams. Was he your future?

“Yes,” you breathed and could immediately see the tension he had in his shoulders deflate. “Your honesty is refreshing and.. In fact, it has left me a bit dazed. I believed you to be an artist not also a wordsmith.”

Benedict chuckled, the sound was warm and made you smile along with him. The hand he had on your arm skimmed upwards to cup your cheek. His gaze felt heavy on you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look away.

“If you have appreciated my honesty up until this point then maybe I can push my luck further,” he said to you. The playful glint in his eyes shifted to a more mischievous expression. “I must confess, I have been tempted for quite some time to do something I probably shouldn’t.”

His thumb traced over your skin to your lips, gently gliding over your lower lip which fell open slightly to catch a breath.

“I have thought about kissing these lips many times,” Benedict admitted, his voice suddenly sounded low and intimate, and it shook you to your core. “I’ve imagined the taste of sweetness that must linger on them. It’s like the mere thought is an irresistible temptation, and I find myself longing to explore a flavor I don’t even know, yet drives me wild with desire.”

“Do you ever wonder how you must taste to a man who cannot seem to get enough of the mere thought of your lips?” He asked you.

God.. He would be your undoing, any ounce of restraint you had was quickly evaporating. You had yet to respond, but Benedict watched as your cheeks flushed, your chest seemed to rise and fall more prominently.

“You seem to like being praised,” Benedict remarked. He knew what he was doing, you were sure of it. The way his eyes darted over you all but solidified it. “Are words all I needed to get you in my grasp this whole time?”

“You’ve never been this brazen before, Mr. Bridgerton,” you finally managed to get out. The way his thumb hesitated under your lip made you wonder if he liked hearing that, or maybe hearing it from your lips. You hadn’t ever wondered if any man had thought about the taste of your lips like he had shared with you, but now knowing he had thought of it immensely would linger with you for who knows how long.

“Careful,” Benedict warned you. Was it possibly for his tone to shift even lower than it already was? It sounded like it. “I have not given into my desires but that can quickly change.”

“And cause a scandal?” You asked him and all he did was chuckle.

“You know I don’t mind the whispers,” Benedict reminded you. “But.. I promise to preserve your reputation. So long as you don’t call me that again.”

“I believe we may be at an impasse,” you whispered. “Because I quite like calling you that, if it elicits even a similar response you have given me this evening.”

Benedict realized that there was definitely a flourishing connection here, because he knew you would never be so open with him if you hadn’t already had some sort of affection for him. He decided he wouldn’t waste this chance, to have or claim you.

“We should get you back inside,” Benedict said after clearing his throat of nerves. “Before anyone notices we are gone. You, more so than me.”

“You may be right,” you agreed. Benedict reluctantly removed his hand from your chin, and watched as you moved around him back towards the door. You stole a final glance from him before disappearing around the corner to return to the winding down festivities.

Benedict took a moment to collect himself, for this was the change to everything. He knew this would be a tumultuous journey, one he had craved and wanted but never believed would come true. After a few minutes, he took the same path back inside to remeet with his family. He couldn’t wait to return home and tell his brothers he had actually done it - he had asked to court you and you accepted.

You were aflame with a new purpose. Everything was shaping up just as you desired, with the man you had dreamt of for years. You knew that this courtship would prove to bring you both closer and eventually.. You would be wed. You would have him.

…Right?

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smoooothoperator · 11 months

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Beautiful Stranger

Driver! Lando Norris x OC (Lily Barton)

Summer love, strangers to friends to lovers, Greece and Greek mythology references

a/n: I'M BACK!!!! Since I really have free days (finally) I think I'm going to write again, try to make all of you happy with my stories and all of that. I'm super excited with his idea and I hope all of you enjoy it

✨completed✨

Lando Norris, a driver who’s tired of being in the spotlight, decides to have a trip on his own. Summer break is only three weeks, which gives him time enough to relax and disconnect from all the problems.

Lily Barton, an ordinairy girl who does not want to go back to where she’s from. A breath of fresh air to everyone around her. Someone that’s always there for you whenever you need her.

Two strangers meet in a bad way. Three weeks of getting to know each other. Three weeks of forgiving the mistakes that have been made.

Three weeks to… fall in love?

And an even longer time to be back together

01: Way To Fall

02: Need To Know

03: The Name Of The Game

04: It's Now Or Never

05: Lay All Your Love On Me

06: Can't Help Falling In Love

07: Trouble In Mind

08: Shape Of Lies

09: This Love

10: Ready Or Not

11: Begin Again

Epilogue

Extras

Miss Rose's house Greek wedding First pregnancy: Daphne Helen Norris Daphne's first love and heartbreak

taglist

@lestappenloverr @racinggirl @roni-midnights @livster8 @kakorrhaphiphobia @starkeyellow @celestialpierre @ophcelia @msliz @lorarri @ironmaiden1313 @imsorare @mycenterfold @im-an-overthinker @soosheee @karmabyfernando @landoyesrizz @sticksdoesart

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TOA 01

✮⋆apollo x male!reader

!warnings!: angst, mentions of blood, anything else anyone sees and is uncomfortable with please let me know!

✮⋆˙ woo chapter two!! I'm excited to release this but also super nervous because I added a twist that I'm not sure everyone will love but I mean, it's a story about mythical beings so I decided to just have fun with it!

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“What did you do?” Anger seethed through the ex-god, his shaky breath competed with the rapid thump of his heart against his chest. Apollo’s eyes snapped to the now smug smiling emperor, the fury in his chest growing.

“Oh? Are you not happy with what you see?” Caligula asked, voice laced with fake concern. He clicked his tongue, his eyes surveying his servants in dissatisfaction. “The gods,” he sighed, shaking his head. “So hard to please. You surprise them with the dead love of their life, and still, it’s not enough for them to say thank you. Such egos, it’s a shame, really.”

Apollo swallowed, an attempt at soothing the dryness that was now overtaking his throat. “That’s not possible. It’s an illusion. It has to be…” he faltered, his body deflating as he dropped onto the ground.

Apollo was a god turned mortal. He was from the mythical world and saw many things, things that one alone could not comprehend, things that don’t make sense, that shouldn’t be able to happen because it went beyond the natural order of the mortal and mythical world. Yet, somehow, you being brought back from the dead was not an acceptance that came easily to him.

It’d been years, years, since your death, but you lived. Alive in Apollo’s mind. There was not a day, not a century, not even a millennium, that Apollo did not think of you and the bittersweet memories you two shared. Your grace and your beauty, along with the essence of your soul, were immortalized for eternity in his heart, where he could forever nourish your memory and honor your legacy.

Please… Who was he kidding? Honoring your legacy? Him? Apollo had done nothing but trash on everything you stood behind! If anything, he went against what you fought so desperately for. There was blood on his hands. The blood of many innocent lives he so easily discarded with no regard for their being. The option of others having a choice was previously nonexistent in the ex-god’s mind. He’d force many people to do his bidding and castigate them if they rejected.

Including those he loved after your time.

His heart clenched as Daphne’s horrified face filled his mind. Her expression contrasting his hopeful one as he chased her through the forest surrounding mount Olympus. It was Eros who, so full of spite, caused her to hate the mere thought of Apollo’s face. So much so that she begged her father, Peneus, desperate for help. He’d heard her prayers and granted her salvation.

But even after the last branch formed from Daphne’s outstretched arm and she had fully become a prospering laurel tree, Apollo did not allow her to rest peacefully. He had plucked the leaves from her branches and formed what was now known to be one of his most notable symbols. The laurel reef.

Daphne didn’t love Apollo. No, she despised him so much that she believed death was better than remaining on earth with him, but even that he had stolen from her.

Just like you, Daphne was immortalized in the memories and stories of people but met the tragic fate of being forever tied to the very god that she had died escaping, tainting her name with his own and taking away her right to a peaceful death. Apollo may not have been the one that forced her to take her last breath, but it was he who pushed her to such a state of helplessness that she felt there was no other option.

Perhaps that was why the thought of you being alive was so agonizing to him, because then you would learn about the monster he had become and how all of those promises he made to you under the moonlight had become nothing but empty words he spewed under the drunken spell of love.

How could he look you in your eyes now? Eyes that always glimmered with determination as you spouted your ideals and all the great you planned to do in the world…how could he look at those same eyes and say that he failed to do what you had dreamed, what you both dreamed. Even if that dream died for Apollo a long time ago.

Caligula considered Apollo for a moment before grabbing your arm and moving you back into his line of sight. He turned back to the ex god, his smile now wicked and sadistic, vastly enjoying the conflicting grief in his eyes.

“You haven’t taken a proper look at him. As he was once your lover, there’s no doubt in my mind you’ve memorized his body. You should have no trouble deducing if he’s a fake or not.”

How odd was it that Apollo, who had been literally fighting for his life these past few months and wanted nothing more but to evade conflict, wished he was dodging swinging swords, and running from giant monsters that chased him and his friends instead of being here, simply standing and being forced to stare at the person most precious to him.

Yet, he had succumbed to the small part of him that was a tad curious if it truly was you.

His breath staggered, and he stood on wobbly legs, anxiously meeting your stare, only to regret it immediately.

There they were, those eyes. Hypnotic as they had willed Apollo into your grasp, and enchanted him with an infatuation that ran deep in his blood. The same hunger swirled within them in a way that could only be described as honest passion. The intensity made Apollo’s heart skip a beat, and he trembled under your gaze.

It was said that one’s eyes were the window into their soul, a quote which honestly was quite dated and overused, but as you searched deep within Apollo, he felt his own soul stir in response. His body had recognized its missing piece and, like a magnet, it fought to connect again.

Your souls were bound to each other. The fates decreed that the moment you two met. There was no way Apollo wouldn’t have known if you were a fake.

In case he was completely wrong and in over his head, he took action to make sure he was absolute in his observation. It hurt to tear his sight away from your face, but he allowed himself to survey the rest of you, as Caligula suggested.

His eyes roamed your body with a frown.

How strange. You appeared to be… out of this world.

Your aura, although it had always been charming, was different in a way Apollo could not put his finger on. Something about you filled him with an irresistible sensation he had never felt with you before.

Could it be Lester’s human hormones could not handle the gorgeous sight of his past lover and therefore appeared to be more appetizing than usual?

No, that couldn’t be it. Yes, mortals could definitely be extremely tempting creatures, but they didn’t hold the same weight and power as they did with gods. Many felt enchanted just by the mere sight of one. It was not a simple task to break away from their inviting aura and fight the urge to give in to their desires.

Your aura was similar; An inviting force emitting from you. But how? You weren’t a god… were you?

Apollo gagged internally at the thought, his insides twisting at the possibility of you being a deity.

Being mortal was the very essence of your existence. It was nauseating how you nurtured the role like it was your life’s purpose, facing no fear towards things such as death or illness, claiming that these tragedies were simply just a part of being human and running from it would do nothing but force you to live in a world of clouds where you’d constantly be lost amongst the fog.

Becoming a deity would’ve made your death a vain sacrifice for what you believed and enduring an eternity of grief would’ve been for nothing. Days of forcing the sun to shine upon the earth when Apollo himself was lost in the overwhelming darkness of his heart as his guiding light, his sun, was gone. Constantly, he searched for another you because the void left in him hurt too much, but of course, none had come as close to his heart as you did because in the end, all he wanted was you and he caged his heart behind iron bars out of fear of experiencing grief on that level ever again.

There was only one who had been close to unlocking his heart again after you. His dear Hyacinthus. Oh, how the boy had reminded Apollo of you in so, so, many ways. The both of you were graceful, heads held high as you smiled at all that you loved. Adored by many as anyone who came to meet you was always enthralled by your allure and hearts of gold. But alas, love was never in Apollo’s favor, and his precious Hyacinthus met a tragic fate when he was murdered by the conniving and envious wind god, Zephyrus.

It was almost comical how similar your deaths were. A sadistic joke played on Apollo. All hope he ever had for another love as great as you and Hyacinthus went out the window and following that was a now numb and manipulative god who allowed himself to know his lovers but never allowed them to know him.

All of that guilt he felt for abusing his authority and refusing to see his lover’s as equals, all the shame for not living up to par with what you wanted, would’ve been for nothing. Along with the stab of knowing that you didn’t choose HIM over your ideals when he would’ve burned the world for you, was all too much. No, you couldn’t be a deity because then Apollo would never forgive you.

He could not bear these thoughts and, for once, Apollo was glad when Caligula spoke to him as he had distracted him from the fogginess building up in his eyes.

Caligula waved his hand in the ex-god’s face, surveying him. “I’ll take the dumb look on your already idiotic face as confirmation that you’ve recognized that this is the real deal.” He turned to you, “I know how, uh… different…Apollo must look to you. Surely, it must be traumatic to come back from the dead and your once powerful and radiant lover is now pathetic, weak, and ugly. Do you believe this to be the god you once loved?”

Apollo huffed, once because he could not deny that Lester’s face was, in fact, idiotic and again because of Caligula’s question. Your eyes were good, but they weren’t that good. Unfortunately, you hadn’t been blessed with seeing beyond the mist, a trait that could’ve saved your life.

“You ask him a question he cannot answer. He would not recognize me in such a body—“

“Yes.” You cut him off and stepped closer. Apollo sucked in his bottom lip as your hands had come up to run your fingers through his hair. Oh, how he missed your touch. The way you handled him like he was a piece of glass. Then you spoke again, your voice being in that delicious and melodic tone that made heat travel up Apollo’s neck to the tips of his ears. Damn this body.

“Although in a different body, your scent remains the same… how bizarre. Might it be your soul I smell?” You muttered, your fingers dragging down Apollo’s cheek.

Apollo shuttered at your touch, the coolness of your finger soothing his warm face. But as much as he wanted to allow you to continue your exploration of his body, he could not shake off what you had said. “My scent—- What does that mean? — How is your nose even that good?—“

“Bravo! It appears love truly conquers all!” Caligula clapped, pulling you away from Apollo and making the ex-god frown. Something wasn’t right about you, besides being a walking corpse. Death was not his domain, but as far as Apollo was aware, coming back from the dead did not include the nose of a hellhound.

“What did you do to him?” He asked Caligula, pinning his arms to his side as they had once again trembled.

Caligula stared at Apollo questioningly. “What did I do?” He laughed. “You are funny, dear. This fiasco was not my idea. All I want from you is to squeeze out the final essence of godhood that’s left in that lanky vessel. If you were smart, you would’ve directed your attention to the only witch in the room.”

Apollo’s eyes swiftly met Medea’s sadistic ones. She had silently been watching the previous conversation from the side. Gods, he was so caught up in the sight of you he had forgotten all about the Wicked Witch of the East.

“How rude of you to put me on the spot. I haven’t prepared my speech.” Medea purrs and approaches, circling around you before landing her hands on your shoulders. ��On the contrary, love does not, in fact, conquer all.” She said, referring to Caligula’s earlier comment.

“Instead, it leads people to their doom. It makes them think with their hearts and not their heads. The most powerful beings,” Apollo cursed himself for flinching after she had eyed him with a knowing look. “Have been brought down onto their knees in the name of love. As you all know, I, myself, have been a victim of this. After Jason betrayed me.”

“I don’t understand.” Apollo interjected. “I had nothing to do with Jason’s betrayal against you.”

“Oh, I am aware. But that is not why I brought him up.”

“You see, my heart had never bled as much as it did when I was in love. I yearned to serve Jason. To become half of his soul as his life, his goals, had become my own. I was high on that feeling. A feeling you must know well, yes?” The smile on her face was one Apollo did indeed recognize.

A smile that did not reach one’s eyes, that was all for show to hide your true misery. He hated sympathizing with the witch, but he knew exactly what she meant.

It seemed his face wasn’t so good at hiding his feelings either, as Madea had nodded to herself in what seemed to be satisfaction. “I needed something against you, Apollo. But what was something that would hold such great power over an ex-Olympian God? It couldn't be physical, no, that would be too merciful. I needed something, or someone, that could cause such turmoil within you that the thought of even fighting against it would cause you great sorrow.”

“Well, isn’t that thoughtful? Putting in all that effort into destroying little ol’me.”

She sneered, her eyes narrowing. “I studied you. Studied how I could control you, and imagine my surprise when I found out about an unclaimed lover of yours.” Her hands go to you, caressing your arms and making Apollo livid. “It seems not everything made it into the history books.”

Grime stained Apollo’s face, becoming one with the hot tears sliding down his cheeks. His hands ached as he pulled apart dirt from the ground with none other than his fingers. He could’ve called someone and ordered them to do the laboring task on their own. But he refused. He had to do this alone. He had to bury you himself.

No one should be able to see you, to touch you, to be around you. Not anymore. You were too sacred, too precious for this cursed world. But Apollo was selfish. He took you away from the earth, took you away from the rest of your family, just to have you rest under his domain.

The god’s choked cries turned into loud sobs as his fingers dug deeper into the sacred dirt of Delos, shimmering gold tainting the soil. He welcomed the blood seeping from his hand; the pain was deserved. It was nothing compared to what you must’ve felt when his father had struck you down, but he needed to feel something. Anything that would compensate for the agony you went through before drawing your final breath.

Delos, where he and Artemis were born. The land that had once been his aunt, Asteria, who had transformed herself into a floating island to get away from the advances of Zeus. Where she provided sanctuary for his mother as she ran from the wrath of Hera on earth. This is where Apollo would bury you, a place that would now provide you sanctuary as it did for his family. A place where you could rest unbothered by the world.

The hole was deep enough now, and Apollo had pulled himself out of it. A coffin waited for him and he involuntarily walked towards it, dragging his hand against it. The coffin had been turned from a simple block of stone to a grand piece of imagery. All along its sides had Apollo carved into it, creating depictions of milestones in your relationship. The first time you met, along with the time he revealed to you he was a god followed by the countless times he’d let you play on his lyre and of course, the first ‘I love you.’ Amongst many more.

He was gentle with the coffin when he picked it up, moving slowly when he brought it over to the open ground. Apollo bit his lip, holding back his weeping so that he could focus on lowering you into the hole.

It was done. You were really gone, and Apollo would never be yours again.

“What are you doing here?” Apollo asked, his voice hoarse and his eyes bleak. He was sitting on the ground, painting a gravestone.

Grass crunched behind him as someone approached. “You’re burying him here?”

Apollo’s wrist kept moving, his brush creating faces on the gravestone. Still, he answered, “Cut the crap, Artemis.”

Artemis crossed her arms, frowning at her brother’s words. “I was born here too, Apollo. I have just as much right to be here as you do.”

“You knew, didn’t you?” Apollo snapped, the brush falling from his fingers.

“Knew what?” Artemis asked.

“Don’t lie to me Artemis.” Apollo stood, finally facing his twin. “You knew father would kill him!”

Artemis flinched as she caught wind of Apollo’s face, the puffiness under his eyes red and throbbing. Yet she recovered quickly, shaking Apollo’s arm away. “Don’t touch me.”

He placed his hands back onto her, gripping her in more of a desperate plea than before. “Please, sister, tell me the truth. Did you know that father would kill him?”

. “I…” she started, her chest growing heavy as she felt Apollo’s fingers shake against her. Swallowing carefully, she moved her eyes to your grave. “Yes, I knew… we all did.”

Apollo’s grip on her tightened, his eyes becoming glassy at the revelation. “Why didn’t you tell me? Were you sworn to secrecy? Is that why you didn’t tell me? Father is frightening. I understand if he forced you to swear on the River Styx—”

“He didn’t force me to do anything.”

“What…?”

“Oath did not bind me to not say anything to you. I simply chose not to.” Artemis stated, throwing Apollo off of her once again. Her head held high as she watched for his reaction.

Apollo stared at her, his eyes widening in disbelief. He shook his head. “You knew how much I loved him, you knew father was going to kill him and you didn’t tell me! I don’t understand, Artemis. You are my sister, my twin, my blood. How… how could you?”

“That is exactly why! Apollo, you are my other half. We are two sides of the same coin. We might be related to the others, but their bond is not like ours. That boy was leading you to your demise. I have nothing against him, but you are who I care about most. I didn’t want to see him dead, but I didn’t want to see my brother subjected to an eternal punishment, either.” Artemis finished, her own resolve fading as she too shook at the thought of Apollo being hurt.

Apollo’s jaw clenched. “Well, sister,” he started, malice seeping into his voice, “It seems you’ve failed anyway because a life without him is the worst punishment I could ever endure.”

“Demigods!” Medea yelled out, bringing awareness to Meg and Jason’s presence in the room. They couldn’t speak anyway, not while they were stuck in the wind tornadoes Medea had stuck them in. “This is important. Pay attention.”

“Delphi was a known city-state of ancient Greece. A city state where you, Apollo, were the patron god of. But the Delphi that lives in myths, the one that we know, is not the Delphi that has always been.”

Through the corner of his eye, Apollo watched as both Meg and Jason’s expressions formed into one of confusion.

“Once upon a time ago, Apollo betrayed Zeus. However, that’s not a surprise, that is a story that still lives. What didn’t make it, though, was the entire punishment your father had you experience. The gods said you were forced to build the gates of Troy alongside Poseidon. But what they failed to mention was the part where Zeus took everything from you. Your lover and your city. Isn’t that right?”

Apollo opened his mouth to speak, eager to defend his story. He knew where this was going and dread filled his stomach.

Medea spoke before he could. “Oh, but that’s not even the best part! The original Delphi had its own royal family, a family that your boy-toy had been born to.” She comes to your side, raising your hand up. “Here stands the last prince of Delphi before its initial destruction. After a few years, Apollo rebuilt Delphi and got rid of all the evidence of its history. But thanks to my digging, I could uncover all of this.”

Behind him, the Pandai were ready to lunge forward and capture Apollo as he had taken on a defensive stance against Medea. “Who told you this? The only person who knew about where I buried him was my sister.”

Medea scoffed. “Oh, please, if you want to hide the body of your dead lover, do it somewhere that’s not your famous birthplace that everyone knows about. It was the first place I checked.”

Apollo’s eyes ripped away from hers as blood rushed to his head. She was right, and he was an idiot to think that if someone wanted to find your body, they wouldn’t look on Delos. In his defense, it had been four thousand years since your death.

Medea smirked at the red dusting Apollo’s cheeks.

“Everything fell into place for me after that. You preserved his body well, I expected dust only to find that his body was enchanted to stay in good shape. It was perfect for my plan. I needed to bring him back from the dead without actually bringing him back, as I did not want to deal with Hades. He needed to be undead. I looked for spells beyond Ancient Greece and came upon the perfect solution within the dark arts—

“I’ve had enough of your talking,” Apollo sneered, glaring at the witch. “What have you turned him into?”

“Patience.” She hissed, “I sacrificed my rarest properties along with human blood to create an elixir that would wake up this sleeping beauty. It took days to restore him to full health. But finally, when he did wake, he was radiant. No longer was he a meek mortal. His senses had heightened as he was now strong and blessed with speed, his ears picked up on sounds from miles away, and a nose made for hunting. There’s more, I'm sure of it, but he is still fresh and needs time to develop. So what did I turn him into, you ask?”

Medea sent Apollo one last wicked smile before dropping information that made the ex-god wish he was dead.

“I have turned the long-lost Prince of Delphi into a vampire.”

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ATP; 01 | Love is all around

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Early in September, just hours before midday. The sun is not high yet but shines light through the whole town. Like the weak and bright sunrays, Daphne's dad drove on the road, pushing through the fresh waves of the summer morning breeze. As background noise was crunching stones produced by the tyres.

Breeze combed the hair strokes. Morning freshness caused the rise of goosebumps. Butterflies in the stomach showed how excited Daphne was about moving. Yes, moving.

Usually, they'd come to the countryside only for the summer holidays but now she would stay longer. A smile was printed on her face as she observed. She was going to like this, she thought. She was going to like this place, this new beginning. She started regretting ever complaining about moving in the first place.

Her mother was in the passenger seat explaining how the town was beautiful, her fingers pointed at random spots occasionally. Daphne wasn't even listening to her. She only thought that her mother could save her breath because she didn't need any more convincing: the view before her spoke for itself.

Daphne lowered her window and, with an arm swinging outside, she observed, she beheld the sight. The car took a turn and now they were riding up a hill along a road surrounded by beautiful houses.

It'd been long since she last came here but she couldn't tell if the place had changed or she'd just forgotten.

Women were spreading out the laundry, dusting carpets, watering flowers. Pink, yellow, red, purple flowers. They painted the street. Some kids were playing in their front yard. Dogs barked and ran to their gates as they drove by. The bottom floors housed a variety of shops and all had a little banner on the doors that said 'open'. A flower shop. Greengrocery. Ironmongery. A bakery. A butcher's shop. And many more. The people looked friendly as they greeted them. She happily greeted back, and her smile expanded.

"This place is beautiful, Mom," her words caught the respondent off-guard as she immediately looked in the backseat to agree with her daughter, glad she wasn't angry anymore. "We're almost there," the dad informed, taking another turn.

The road they were riding led away from that loving neighbourhood of flowers—fields on the left and a few farms on the right. Daphne's dark hair waved with the breeze. The smell of manure filled her nostrils but instead of feeling unpleasant, it reminded her of how lovely living in the countryside was. Horses were munching on the grass. Bells on sheep rang as she passed by the flock. The manure smell was soon replaced by the one of grass coming from the left where tractors were working on the field. The big vehicles were shaping the dried grass into big blocks reminding her of her childhood and how she used to spend her time watching the whole process.

Their destination was her grandparents' place. It was a huge white two-story building with a dark brown roof, divided into two separated yet joined houses: one for them and one for the grandparents. They were struggling financially in the city so they opted to move to the countryside since they couldn't afford to pay the rent. She didn't fully oppose their decision but living in the countryside for God knows how long scared her but now that she was there, she wasn't bothered anymore.

As mentioned before, the place wasn't completely foreign to her: she'd come here with her family for the summer holidays and she enjoyed her stay with the difference of knowing she'd go back to the city and therefore back to her friend. Yeah, her friend. Singular. She didn't have friends here if not her grandparents' neighbours' daughter, Cleo, who, though, was her complete opposite: while Daphne liked spending sunny days reading on a spread-out blanket in her garden, Cleo liked running up and down and playing. Daphne felt like Cleo was like a child whose energy you must match, or else they just drain you out.

"We're here," the dad informed as he took another turn out of the long field-side road and climbed up towards a house slightly hidden by trees. Their new home. By the gate were her grandparents happily waiting for them with two big dogs beside them.

The road leading to the house cut through a mildly thick forest. The house was directly facing the road while their neighbours' were on the sides.

Daphne's smile broadened as she hopped down the car and then into her grandparents' arms. Kisses, compliments and continuous reminders of how much she grew as they hugged her before hugging the parents. Now her attention was on the two dogs that couldn't hold back from barking, hopping left and right with wiggling tails. Loki and Luke, the first was an Australian shepherd and the second was a German shepherd. They too have grown so much and she felt it the most when they got up to greet her and reached her shoulders.

Playing with their fur, she wondered whether to help her family with the bags but they read her mind and told her to go inside and not bother. She'd normally insist further but this time she didn't stay any second longer and rushed inside the house. The two dogs ran after her.

Her parents and she would live in the house on the left while her grandparents were their next-door neighbours on the right. The front door was unlocked. She quickly left her shoes outside before going inside.

It was just as she remembered it. Just as they had left it. Beneath her naked feet, the tiles were cold and of an umber brown that would create a mocha shade if mixed with the milk colour of the walls, a gradient colour that from the bottom starts in brown, slowly fades into caramel and finishes in a paler tone topped by the white-coloured painting ceiling. Matching was the chocolate brown curb.

The floor started with a rectangular anteroom. On the right was an umbrella rack, above it hangers for jackets and hats; on the left was space for shoes, a bench to sit on and put them on, hangers for keys and the staircase. Further in, the space was divided into three: the living room on the left, the dining room on the right and in the middle, leading to the garden, her second favourite place in the world, was a little space.

The living room was placed between two walls, the right one was covered in tall glass windows facing the garden, and the right one welcomed a door opening that led to a tiny hallway presenting two doors, one was the of the store and one of the bathroom. Cream sofa with green uniquely shaped pillows. A brown armchair on the left and a little swing chair on the right. Between the couch and the fireplace was a coffee table decorated with a vase of flowers and a cascade of books on the second layer. On the floor was a wide oval carpet. The fireplace was against a wall between two door openings leading to a study room.

The dining room was composed of a round table surrounded by four chairs. Further to the right was the kitchen, simple and traditional, light-brown in colour. The counters were covered with utensils, flower pots and miscellaneous items. On the tile-covered walls were hangers holding gloves, kitchen tools and aprons. The stove was as empty as the sink. The coffee machine on one side, the microwave on the other. Hanging by the handle of the oven was a chequered green cloth. Next to the stove was the dishwasher and in front of both, on the floor, was the kitchen mat. Pots resided in the wide drawers, plates in the cupboards. A double-door fridge finished the kitchen design.

She gently quieted the dogs and took her time to examine the room. A smile lit up her face whenever she took notice of any small details that reminded her of her childhood. She strolled through the kitchen, running her finger across the counters and was pleased to see that everything was sparkling clean. She couldn't stop grinning as she thought about how excited her grandmother must have been while cleaning the house in anticipation of their arrival. It was always heartwarming to see her grandmother filled with joy. She'd get very energetic and talkative unable to contain her happiness. Witnessing her grandmother's happiness was infectious, making her feel just as happy as her.

Daphne quickly rushed and ran upstairs, the dogs matched her vibe behind her. The walls that ran along to the top floor had a light floral print that gave the house the vintage and cosy look of a cottage.

While Loki and Luke ran around, she slowed down: in front of her was the little nook where she'd spend her time reading during rainy days while on the left, behind the railing, were four doors: her bedroom, her parents', her sister's and the bathroom. She missed her sister so dearly. They could meet only during summer break because she was studying abroad but she didn't linger on it much and proceeded to her bedroom. As she opened the door, the dogs ran inside.

It was just as she'd left it and that had her tear up a bit. On her left was her little bookshelf, on her right was her dresser and a little farther away from it, was her bed. The bedsheets were identical and not dusty to the touch. Another sign of her grandmother's hard work.

The blanket was light. Pink floral prints. White pillows in front of which sat her plushie, an adorable teddy bear her grandmother had gifted her when she was five. The nightstand welcomed a lamp and adorable miniature decorations she found in her grandparents' attic. Opposite the bed was the window brightening the room. In front of it was her desk and to its right, in a little nook, was her wardrobe.

After walking around the room for a few moments, she dropped herself on the bed, the softener scent filled her nostrils. She stared up at the ceiling. In the corner of her eyes, she could see the waving tails of Luke and Loki as they roamed around before walking by her legs and caressing her with their soft fur.

She was certainly going to miss her only friend in the city. Daphne had particular difficulties with making friends because she found it hard to vibe with a lot of people so finding her match was a real struggle. It took her a long time before she met Margot. The two matched like pieces of a puzzle. They vibed with each other so well. They had so much in common. To understand it better, Margot was the type of neighbour Daphne was wishing for rather than the one she had in reality because Margot was just like her. While Cleo would scrunch her face and call her boring whenever she'd say that she'd rather read all day than play, Margot would agree with her and sit down so they could read together. Margot was the type of friend who didn't feel as overwhelming. The type of friend whose simple presence was enjoyable: you didn't have to talk, play or do anything in general. Daphne and Margot brought ease to each other by simply being in the same room or space. But Daphne also couldn't fully blame Cleo: she'd met Margot in 10th grade while she had known Cleo since when they were kids. Any child would find reading all day boring. A straight-up form of torture.

Downstairs she could hear her family rustling with stuff. One of the dogs rushed out of the room while she still lay on her back, arms spread, looking up at the white ceiling in pure bliss. She didn't budge for a few more seconds and probably wouldn't have at all for minutes if she hadn't heard an unfamiliar voice come from downstairs.

It was a voice that sounded brighter than she'd ever heard in a long time. She was sure she'd left just her grandparents and parents downstairs but the voice she was hearing was female and sounded brighter than her granny's and mom's. So she sat up. Instantly. Almost robotically.

As her, the dog sensed the presence and rushed out of the room. Daphne followed right after but she didn't go downstairs. She was about to but she noticed the dogs weren't barking up and down which meant that whoever it was knew them. They were already familiar with them. A strange feeling settled in her, a feeling that held her back from going down the stairs and simply had her stretching over the railing to see. A bit shy, you can assume.

"She's upstairs," she heard her grandmother say, leaving Daphne increasingly confused. Who could be coming up to see her? She had no idea, but from the bubbly demeanour of the person, she could tell they were happy to see her. A shy smile emerged on her face just as the person appeared on the stairs. "Hey, Daphne," the voice sang as they saw her leaning on the railing. They rushed upstairs and were now standing in front of her. "Do you remember me?" Daphne's shy smile grew. How could she forget her? Caramel brown bouncy curls, freckled cheeks, moss green eyes, and lips as reddish as her cheeks. She hadn't changed a bit. She had grown, but it was still the same Cleo.

"Course I do," she happily answered and Cleo giggled. The bright smile that decorated her face made Daphne regret everything she was thinking about earlier. The smile behaved like a vibrant filter animating her memories. "Granny told me you were going to move here and I've never been happier. I thought we'd never meet again," she happily spoke while Daphne came out of her trance, grabbed her hands and led her to her bedroom.

As happy as the latter was, Cleo couldn't hold back from giggling all the time unaware of just how much happiness she'd put in the other girl's heart. A few moments ago, Daphne was thinking about how making friends was so hard for her only for Cleo to happily hop into her home, all happy to see her. Never would Daphne have thought that someone could be waiting for her so excitedly. It warmed her heart so much.

"How have you been?" she spoke first. Cleo's face glowed even brighter as she started talking. Amazingly bored, she said. Amazing because she's fine, no illness nor body ache or particular border to carry. Bored because, aside from Daphne, the neighbours were younger than her and therefore felt more like kids to babysit rather than people to make actual friends with. Granny started cleaning the house a month in advance, she narrated, and she helped her out on it. Said she enjoyed cleaning while listening to Granny telling stories about Daphne. It increased her excitement and her will to help Granny. She spent days here at the house with granny and never got tired. Granny tried to tell her not to worry but Cleo was just as excited. She'd spend the day cleaning and preparing and then would head home for dinner after which she'd be crocheting little cute things for the both.

Daphne listened with a never-ending smile. All of this for her? Wow. "I have them at my place. If you wish, later I can take you there and give you them," Daphne simply nodded. Eagerly. Happily. A happiness that then spiralled into taking Cleo in for a hug. "I'm just as happy to see you. I thought I wouldn't make friends here," Cleo dramatically gasped and clutched her chest, denying all of Daphne's beliefs. "You'll never be friend-less. Not under my watch," they both laughed before they heard a slight knock on the door. "Granny is going to prepare lunch and asked if the two of you would like to join".

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"I caught enough vegetables from my farm so we could have fun," Granny spoke to the girls' happy faces. They were going to make pizza. Pizzas. Granny had already prepared the dough. They now had to set the ingredients and make unique pizzas. Cleo took on the onions while Daphne took a few zucchini to chop. In the fridge was a container of mozzarella and one of cheese. They had everything at their disposal.

They spent the following forty minutes chopping all the ingredients, blending tomatoes for the sauce, cutting the mozzarella into blocks and grating the cheese. Once done with that, Granny started working on the dough while the young girls buttered up the pans and prepared the oven. Next door Daphne's parents were unpacking and settling in.

"So, how was the city?" Cleo asked, starting a conversation. "Nice, in its way. Yeah, nice,"

"You've got friends you'll miss?"

"A friend, yeah. Margot. We met in 10th grade. She's a great person but knowing her, the distance is going to make the friendship falter," as she spoke, Granny smiled. She was listening and knew who she was talking about. Granny and Daphne's mother were more like sisters than anything else. Daphne's mom always kept her updated on her life and Daphne's so Granny knows how hard it is for Daphne to make friends. She'd suspected it since the girl was a little child because she could see how socializing wasn't on the list: Daphne could spend an eternity of time by herself and never get bored or feel lonely. It didn't bother Granny much but as Daphne grew so did her mother's worries. Whenever Daphne's mom called, she'd never forget to state how bothered she was about seeing her daughter be all reserved so you can imagine how happy she became the day Daphne asked her if she could invite a friend over.

"A friend? A friend! God, yes, invite your friend over! I told her. Ooh, I'm so happy. Like, I get it. She finds solace simply in herself which is a good thing, awesome in fact, because it means that no one can hurt her because, you know, out there are monsters in human form ready to just hurt people but just one person once in a while never hurts, you get me?" she told Granny on the phone. Daphne's mom is a talkative person who's scared of miscommunication and misunderstandings so whenever she's speaking, she can't hold back from clarifying every single thing she said making her wholly sound in panic.

Granny found that adorable, just like Daphne's dad did. But Daphne wasn't like her mom, she was like her dad and like Granny too. A person of a few words. Someone who enjoyed listening more than speaking.

"Oh, why's that?" Cleo asked. "Our friendship isn't really the type that goes on both physically and virtually. We... we don't text," Cleo nodded in acknowledgement before focusing back on transferring the dough from the board to the pan. "Thank god we're neighbours then," Cleo giggled. Her words warmed Daphne's heart who couldn't help but giggle as well. In the background, Granny struggled with holding back her smile.

"Are you still the bibliophile I used to know?" she proceeded. Another warm smile on her face as Daphne nodded, "I got tons of books at mine. I don't exactly classify myself as a bibliophile too but I do read. On special occasions, but I do"

Daphne chuckled and assured her she'd explore her bookshelf. Cleo giggled in response. She continued, "Do you have any specific thing to do these days?"

"No, not exactly. Why?"

"I was planning on giving you a town tour. A tour of my house, our neighbourhood, the neighbouring neighbourhoods, the town centre and, eventually, our school. You down?" Daphne quickly looked at her grandma in search of a nod of consent which she found and followed through with, agreeing to Cleo's plans. "We'll do all that today?"

"Oh, no. My god. If we did, it'd mean I carelessly showed you the place but that's not what it'll be. Once we've done the town tour, we'll go pre-school shopping. I know a store that sells the cutest school supplies I've ever laid eyes on".

They talked about their favourite school supplies: Daphne admitted to having a passion for decorating diaries and planners; Cleo's the same but decorates notebooks. Cleo got to know how a perfect academic performance was a priority to Daphne. She wasn't surprised. Daphne got to know that Cleo didn't change much and cherishes a good time above bending over a book and reading all day. She, as well, wasn't surprised. While Daphne is a dog person, Cleo fancies cats. Cleo adores sunny days, Daphne'd rather stay under a downpour than a burning-hot sun. Daphne's an early bird. Cleo's a night owl.

Overall, Daphne could tell that they were two different faces of the same coin. Equally different. Cleo was going to be a hit of fresh breeze to her pretty monotone life. She's someone who loves indulging in the same routines but, in that moment, she was ready to change them all for Cleo.

Can't really blame her. You have yourself someone eagerly waiting for you despite having seen you years ago and then we talk.

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By noon, all the pizzas were ready, hot and sizzling delicacies. As they waited, the whole family, Cleo's included, helped with setting the table on the veranda. Eight chairs. A round wide dining table. A floral print tablecloth. A vase of fresh flowers in the centre. Scattered evenly were jars of water, fresh and sparkling. In front of each chair was a plate sided by a fork and a knife. No need for spoons.

Birds chirped. Dogs barked. Cutlery clicked on plates. Water hit the kitchen sink whenever someone washed their hands or rinsed a utensil.

"Food's going to be up in minutes," Cleo announced and soon everyone was sat at the table. Granny and Daphne's mom came on the veranda with pizzas placed on round wooden boards. Everyone seated exclaimed in joy, complementing the cooks.

Once they've brought enough, they finally sat at the table. They said the grace before they started sharing the pizzas into slices. One helped the other and soon everyone had something on their plate, a bite between their teeth.

Cleo sat next to Daphne. They each had a slice of the pizza the other prepared and were complementing each other on the result. Smiles never faded away. Beside Cleo was her brother, Cole. He too was smiling, laughing in fact, with the adults. Beside him, his father.

Daphne had met them and had a little conversation with them. Cole had just graduated high school and would go to the University by October. He had a car of his own and was working on getting an apartment too. Daphne didn't see the mother and no one mentioned her so she didn't pry further but that didn't stop her from wondering.

Cleo's father loved dad jokes. He couldn't help but stick one every two sentences. They made people laugh for the sole reason of being hilarious, so stupid that it has you wondering how can someone even come up with them. He had a deep voice that made everything he said sound serious which made the jokes come off even funnier. Cole took after him. He too had a deep voice but he didn't make any hilarious jokes. Everything he did and said sounded very mature. Daphne assumed that he probably read a lot or had a good academic performance. He just sounded like he could be the class president, like the type of teenage student who could argue with a scumbag of a teacher pushing sixty who feels heavily entitled.

Cleo's voice contrasted theirs. She was the bright moon on a dark and starless night. Her voice was as chirpy as her laugh. She looked like the type of person who could rock golden shades because she glowed. She glows. She looked like the type of girl you'd always want to be happy, never sad, never see cry. The type of girl whose sad face could induce the watcher into a great state of melancholy. The type of person that can make anyone empathic.

A part of her almost reminded Daphne of her mother with the only difference that while her mother talked so much in fear of causing a misunderstanding, Cleo talked so much because she was simply made like that. Her mind was a running film strip. A very fast one and she was always in a hurry to talk about it in every of its details.

The lunch went on like this. Laughter was the only thing you could hear. Some dad jokes here and there but all for fun. All in happiness.

Daphne in that moment thought that her past life wasn't a life. Was she dead the whole time because she started feeling alive only this day, in this instant, sitting between her mom and her old-yet-new friend, eating pizza in the wonderful atmosphere of the sunny day.

Yeah, she was probably dead the whole time. Or at least a zombie.

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phantom-at-the-library · 1 year

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#bridgerton #every saphne scene #bridgerton scenes #favourites #bridgerton favourites #favourite scenes #daphne bridgerton × simon hastings #simon hastings #daphne bridgerton #bridgerton 01×06

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sunnyhoneyshimmermagic · 6 months

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https://www.gocomics.com/bignate/2015/01/29

Is it just me or does this girl look like Daphne???

#big nate

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hpshipuary · 1 year

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💖 HP Shipuary Prompt List 💖

Here are your HP Shipuary 2023 prompts for each day in the month of February! This year we have TWO ways for you to take on this challenge:

Pick a Ship! We will provide you with a Het, Slash, and Femslash ship for each day. You only need to create works for 1 of the 3 ships listed. (i.e. Hermione/Sirius • Dean/Graham • Bellatrix/Luna)

BYO (Build Your Own) Ship! We will provide one Male and one Female character (canonically) for each day. Create your own ship utilizing at least 1 of that day's characters! (i.e. Percy Weasley • Luna Lovegood)

Remember: you do NOT have to create work for each day! If the listed ship(s) or character(s) aren't for you, feel free to skip them!

We look forward to everything you create! 💕

Rules • FAQ • AO3 Collection • Prompt Spreadsheet

Your 2023 Ships and BYO Ship Character Lists are available below the cut, or you can view the spreadsheet above:

2023 Ships (pick at least one)

01: Ginny/Tom (LV) • Marcus/Percy • Minerva/Lily

02: Cho/Ron • Harry/Sirius • Lavender/Padma

03: Draco/Parvati • Fred/Cedric • Pansy/Luna

04: Cedric/Fleur • James Sr/Lucius • Hermione/Molly

05: George/Pansy • Remus/Barty Jr • Katie/Fleur

06: Kingsley/Minerva • Draco/Bill • Cho/Parvati

07: Oliver/Alicia • Seamus/Gilderoy • Rose/Lavender

08: Harry/Luna • Ron/Severus • Eileen/Euphemia

09: Marrietta/Seamus • Evan/Regulus • Rolanda/Helena

10: Gregory/Susan • Abraxas/Tom (LV) • Hermione/Marietta

11: Hermione/Marcus • Charlie/Rubeus • Nymphadora/Pansy

12: Lucius/Andromeda • Ron/Scorpius • Dorcas/Lily Sr

13: Hermione/Sirius • Dean/Graham • Bellatrix/Luna

14: V-DAY FREE DAY (ANY SHIP)

15: Bellatrix/James Sr • Lorcan/Hugo • Astoria/Ginny

16: Lily Luna/Blaise • Fenrir/Vincent • Olympe/Minerva

17: Neville/Pansy • Draco/Kingsley • Susan/Penelope

18: Dolores/Firenze • Harry /Neville • Millicent/Parvati

19: Albus/Poppy • George/Colin • Myrtle/Olive

20: Lily Sr/Peter • Arthur/Vernon • Andromeda/Molly

21: Luna/Severus • Lucius/Cygnus • Hannah/Alicia

22: Harry Potter/Astoria • Frank/Severus • Daphne/Hermione

23: Lily Sr/Regulus • Ron/Zacharias • Bellatrix/Petunia

24: Percy/Angelina • Harry/Viktor • Lily Luna/Luna

25: Draco/Rosmerta • Albus/Percy • Alice/Andromeda

26: Lavender/Theo • Teddy/Bill • Ginny/Gwenog

27: Albus Severus/Hermione • Horace/Tom (LV) • Astoria/Narcissa

28: Molly/Remus • Dudley/Piers • Hermione/Lily Sr

2023 BYO Ship Characters (pick at least one)

01: Albus Severus Potter • Alicia Spinnet

02: Bill Weasley • Andromeda Black Tonks

03: Blaise Zabini • Angelina Johnson

04: Cedric Diggory • Astoria Greengrass

05: Draco Malfoy • Bellatrix Black Lestrange

06: Evan Rosier • Cho Chang

07: Fred Weasley • Daphne Greengrass

08: George Weasley • Dorcas Meadowes

09: Gilderoy Lockhart • Fleur Delacour

10: Harry Potter • Gabrielle Delacour

11: James Potter • Ginny Weasley

12: James Sirius Potter • Hermione Granger

13: Lucius Malfoy • Katie Bell

14: V-DAY FREE DAY (ANY SHIP)

15: Marcus Flint • Lavender Brown

16: Neville Longbottom • Lily Evans Potter

17: Oliver Wood • Lily Luna Potter

18: Percy Weasley • Luna Lovegood

19: Regulus Black • Minerva McGonagall

20: Remus Lupin • Molly Weasley

21: Ron Weasley • Myrtle Warren

22: Scorpius Malfoy • Narcissa Black Malfoy

23: Severus Snape • Nymphadora Tonks

24: Sirius Black • Pomona Sprout

25: Teddy Lupin • Pansy Parkinson

26: Theodore Nott • Petunia Evans Dursley

27: Tom Riddle | Voldemort • Poppy Pomfrey

28: Viktor Krum • Rose Weasley

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amortentiaopenheart · 6 months

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Meet my MC

Meet: Dr. Catherine Valentine

Full name: Catherine Annabelle Valentine

Nicknames: Cat (Parents), Yvonne (Friends), Rookie (Ethan), C (Siblings, Ethan, friends)

Age: 27

Birthday: 19/01/1996

Ethnicity: Irish

Birthplace: Douglas, Cork, Ireland

Hometown: Cork (born and raised till age 15) | London (till age 20) | Baltimore (till age 24) | Boston (current)

Height: 5'9"

Weight: 48 kg

Appearance: Slim, athletic build

Education: Francis Holland School, Sloane Square | University College Dublin School of Medicine | John Hopkins Medical School

Profession: Diagnostician, Internal medicine | Junior Fellow on Diagnostics Team (resident year) | Head of the Diagnostics Team at Edenbrook Hospital (present)

Personality type: INFJ

Love interest: Ethan Ramsey (engaged) | Edward Gomez (JHU)

Marital status: Engaged

Face claim: Anushka Sen

Family: Alexandra Daphne Valentine (Mother- scientist) | Lucas Adam Valentine (Father- biomedical engineer) | David Nicholas Valentine (Brother- ethical hacker) | Isabella Ines Valentine (Sister- lawyer)

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Facts:

Youngest child

Can't cook to save her life. It's take-out, or instant noodles. Sienna was her lifesaver lliterally).

Did an internship at the UN

Favourite word: gobsmack

Favourite colour: Red

Aesthetic: Light academia, glam, red

Harry Potter, Sherlock Holmes, Hercule Poirot clutter her bookshelves.

Total bookworm- give her anything with a good storyline and she's obsessed.

Favourite movie- Little Women (2019)

Avid Disney fan- Mulan, Beauty and The Beast are her favourites.

Favourite music genre: Classic, pop

Multilingual- English, Irish, French, Hindi

Plays the guitar and the piano

Arachnophobic

Loves sunsets

Night owl

Loves mountains

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@choicesficwriterscreations

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alder-saan · 1 year

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the Path of Poisons .7

Daphne

Larissa x gn! oc

TW: Larissa's low self esteem, pre-smut? (no smut but...)

the path of poisons masterlist . [01] . [02] . [03] . [04] . [05] . [06] . [07] . [08] . [09]

words count: 3.2k

Again, automatic translator bcz... It takes so much time. If you see a he/she instead of them, I'm not misgendering them willingly.

Larissa walked through the corridors of the academy, wanting to check one last time that everything was all right. The next day there would be the first meetings to deal with schedules, and it was going to be a busy week, she certainly wouldn't have time to do that. She wondered if she should send a message to Raine, whom she called Rai now, at their request. They had told her that they would be back the day before the end of the staff holiday. They had only had time for two dates, and she would have liked to have had another one before those two weeks, and before the new year. Especially since they hadn't kissed yet, and Larissa was beginning to wonder if he really liked her. Maybe it was stupid, she didn't know. Usually she had dates in the evening, and it was easy to say "don't you want to go for a nightcap at my place before you go home?" Here, they had only met in the morning. And Avareïda hadn't dared to kiss her. She hadn't dared to kiss them either… She looked for her phone in her pocket and couldn't find it. She must have left it at her desk. Too bad, she would send him a message later.

She was in the corridor near the greenhouse when she heard a noise. When she listened carefully she recognised a rhythm. Was it… music? And it had to be coming from the greenhouse. Was it Rai? Were they there? She moved a little faster and as she opened the greenhouse door, she noticed Rei half-dancing as they watered the greenhouse plants on Sway. They hadn't noticed Larissa watching them. She was detailing his outfit. Dark blue straight trousers, a blue and ochre shirt, their hair slicked back as usual. Larissa thought they looked beautiful, and felt privileged to be going out with them. As they turned, she approached him, the music drowning out the sound of her heels. She put her hands on their hips, singing along with the music.

"other dancers may be on the floor, dear but my eyes will see only you…"

Rei gasped and turned around, laughing. They drew her in to dance with them. It was spontaneous, it was pleasant, Larissa thought. They guided her in their steps. She was afraid of being too big, of being clumsy, but they knew how to do it, and soon her fear vanished. She was now absorbed in their eyes, which were for once fixed in hers, and in their lips, too.

They kissed her softly, and the music stopped when Larissa answered. Rei laid their head on the principal's shoulder and felt her breath on their neck.

"How are you, Larissa?"

"I'm fine, how are you? I was just about to text you to say that I wanted to get together before the pre-school rush."

"Well, you got your wish. I wanted to see you too. I was counting on running into you here."

Rei stepped back and continued watering the plants.

"I'll finish this and then I'll be right with you."

"I wanted to know if you'd like to have dinner together tonight."

"You're inviting me to dinner?"

"Yeah, I was thinking of something a little simple, at my place. I don't want to get into too much trouble right now, but I didn't want to miss this last chance to see each other before… You know, schedules, administration… I won't have much time. Maybe you'd rather be at the restaurant, though, I…"

Rei put down her watering can and put a hand on Larissa's cheek, to calm her down a bit.

"That's fine. What time do you want me to come over?"

"7.30 pm ?"

"I'll be there. Should I take something to wear the next day?"

Larissa blushed. And she felt silly blushing about it. Of course she was inviting them to her house partly so that they could stay over to sleep… Or not to sleep.

"Yes, if you want to."

"Then I'll bring something to wear the next day."

"So I'll see you later, I'm going back to do my rounds of the school."

She headed for the greenhouse exit.

"See you tonight, Larissa."

"See you tonight, Rai."

Rei got ready for that night. They wore high-waisted, wide-legged black linen trousers and an old-fashioned white shirt, 19th century style, with lace on the collar and sleeves. Their collar fell to his chest, well in the middle. Their hair was even more impeccably slicked back. And at 7.29 p.m. they rang the doorbell of Larissa's house. The tall blonde woman opened the door. She was wearing a lavender dress, which she had matched with a hint of mauve. Rei smiled and handed her some more flowers. A bouquet of daphnes. Larissa took the flowers with a smile.

"Come in, Rai. Thank you for the flowers. But you'll have to explain to me how you manage to get daphnes in late summer. The same goes for July daffodils, by the way."

"I have my secrets… No, actually I have enough to reproduce special weather conditions in my house. But some flowers are easier to grow than others."

"So you grow them? I thought you bought them from the florist."

"Not all the time…"

Larissa put the flowers in a vase and arranged them properly, smiling.

"Kindness and seduction, eh?"

"enchantment, too."

Rei looked around Larissa's house. It was modern, in the pastel tones that the principal liked so much. They took a bottle out of their bag.

"I don't know if you drink alcohol, but I brought you a bottle. If you don't drink, I'll get you another present next time…"

"That's fine, thank you," she replied, taking the bottle to observe it. "Figuier roux? Is it sweet wine?"

"Yes, I brought it back from a trip to the south of France, when I was studying the flora of arid countries. I thought it would be a good opportunity."

"Do you know what you drink it with?"

"Dessert, rather."

"Perfect."

Larissa invited them to sit on her sofa. She had brought out some crisps, and crystal glasses. She seemed a little nervous, which Rei found adorable.

"Would you like something to drink? I have some rum, beer, punch…

Do you have anything non-alcoholic to start with? I like to be sober at the beginning of a date…"

"Yeah, sure, I have juice and iced tea."

"Iced tea for me, then."

The woman went to the small open kitchen and took a bottle out of the fridge. She returned to serve the tea in the two crystal glasses.

"Did you have any trouble finding my house?"

"No, it's fine… Your place is quite nice."

"Thanks, I didn't do the decorating, but…"

She sat down on the sofa and raised her glass.

"Are you going to be able to look me in the eye, to make a toast?" she joked

"I hope I'll succeed…"

They were confident, and their glasses clinked gently as they gazed into Larissa's eyes. Her eyes were so beautiful, it made them want to kiss her right now. But instead, they brought the glass to their lips.

"Mission accomplished, I think." they said with a false air of pride.

"Haha, well done."

"So, what did you make us to eat?"

They snatched a crisp.

"a risotto with mushrooms and yellow wine."

"I can't wait to try it…"

But Rei was only staring at Larissa's ruddy lips. They had had a taste of it this morning and couldn't stop thinking about it. Larissa noticed their gaze, and was amused to see that they were not hiding their attraction at all… She put a hand on their cheek and drew them to her.

"You want to kiss me, right?"

"Yes…"

"Then ask me."

"Can I kiss you?" they asked with a smile.

"Yes."

They placed their lips on those of their host, who reciprocated. Soon the kiss was more intense, deeper. Larissa took over and gently tipped her guest over, moving her lips, which left red marks on their cheeks, jaw and neck. Rei let out a sigh of satisfaction as the woman kissed her cleavage. And then she stopped. Rei pouted.

"We'll continue this later, don't you think?"

"Mmh…" they grunted and sat up.

They looked at Larissa and burst out laughing at the sight of her.

"What? What are you laughing at?"

"Your lipstick… I didn't expect it to be like this."

She stood up and looked at herself in the foot-long mirror near the entrance. Indeed, she had a mixture of red and black on her lips and all around her mouth, which went up to her nose. She laughed too.

"And you can talk, you have a huge red streak running from your mouth to your cleavage."

They moved closer and smiled at the sight of themselves.

"I think I like the way we look, actually…"

"You know what? I think I do too… Are you hungry? The risotto is waiting."

"I think I'm getting hungry, yeah."

"So let's eat."

Larissa pulled out a chair for them and fetched two plates of risotto that were waiting in the oven. She put one in front of Rei and sat down opposite them.

"I hope you'll like it…"

"I don't doubt it for a moment."

Rei tasted and smiled. It was really excellent.

"How is it?"

"It's really good! You'll teach me how to cook, right? I can only make pasta…"

"I'll teach you how to make this someday, if you want."

"Tell me about your years at Nevermore, will you?"

Larissa nodded. Where to start?

"Well, I was a roommate with Morticia Frump, you might have heard of her, she won a lot of awards."

"Yes, of course."

"We got on very well, she and I. But we had some differences. I was always a bit in her shadow. And then I wanted to have Gomez, too… Anyway, my love affairs were complicated."

"tell me everything."

"Well, I… I came from a very strict family where being a lesbian was not an option. But I had developed feelings for a girl… And then Morticia did not leave me indifferent. So to convince myself that it wasn't that, I tried to get closer to Gomez… Spoiler alert, I didn't get him."

Rei drank some wine, thoughtfully.

"I'm glad you were able to find yourself. I must admit I was curious and I flipped through the photo albums from previous years. You're often seen with a girl, who is she?"

The blonde put down her fork. Her face darkened.

"Avareïda Hydrurga. She was my best friend at the time."

"Tell me about it."

"It's not a nice story."

"Why not? Does it end badly?"

"Because I'm the bad guy, and it doesn't even end."

Rei smiles a little at her.

"You know, it's been a long time. I can imagine that you've changed. You can tell me about it, I won't judge you. And if you don't want to, that's okay. We can change the subject."

"All I can tell you is that I'm very angry with myself because I was the worst asshole with her, whereas she was adorable with me until the end."

"You should forgive yourself."

"I can't forgive myself. I've been really horrible."

They sighed. Now she would have to be convinced.

"Well, listen. Do you agree with what you did back then?"

"Of course not."

"Would you do anything else if you could go back?"

"Yes !"

"Do you make sure that no one else does what you did?"

"Yes !"

They smiled at Larissa.

"Then you can forgive yourself. You have learned from your mistakes."

"But because of my mistake I…"

"Hey. You were young, it can happen to make mistakes. It was wrong, but I think you've punished yourself enough, don't you? Forgive yourself."

She looked down at her plate. They put a hand on hers.

"You are allowed to make mistakes. Accept that. You can't always be perfect. And you're allowed to move on. Don't ruin your life because of something you did thirty years ago. You can't go back. Deal with the consequences and rebuild."

"I wish I could contact her again… I just want to know she's okay."

Rei opened her mouth. Was this the right time? Maybe, but they were afraid to say it. It wasn't easy to say. "It's me, Larissa, I'm better and I forgive you." How would she take it? They were afraid. Afraid to admit that they'd been lying to her all along. How was she going to react? She was probably going to fire them, and ask them to leave her house. No, they wanted to enjoy the evening.

"She's fine, I'm sure. If you want, I can ask some of her former colleagues if they have her contact details. I told you, I'm sure we have connections."

"Would you do that?"

"Of course I would. Look, I'll send a message right away."

They took out their mobile phone and pretended to text someone.

"There you go, I'll tell you when he replies."

Larissa smiled a little. She was reassured. Rei found her adorable. Firstly because she was admitting her wrongs, and secondly because she wanted to make up for everything she had done wrong.

"Let's change the subject, shall we, Rei?"

"What do you want to talk about?"

"I'm curious… What was your last relationship?"

"I've had few relationships, you know? I travelled a lot for my research and also for myself, and I didn't want to get into long distance relationships."

"Tell me about your travels!"

"So where do I start? Chile? France? China? Italy? Russia? Angola? Antarctica ? England? Mongolia?"

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Larissa sat down on her sofa and patted the seat next to her.

"Come and sit here."

Rei ignored what the woman said and sat on her lap, a defiant smile on their lips.

"I think it's much more comfortable here, if you ask me."

"Yes, but it's dangerous, staying here…"

"Is it? What could happen to me?"

They fluttered their eyelids innocently.

"I don't know, I might… I might want to kiss you," the woman said, kissing Rei gently.

"You might? And then what?"

"Maybe I'll want to kiss your neck…"

They tipped her head back to give her access to their neck.

"Then I might want to undress you…"

She unbuttoned the buttons of their shirt one by one, kissing the skin that was being revealed to her eyes as she went along.

"Do you want to devour me?"

"All of you…"

Rei laughed, the kisses on her breasts and belly tickling them. Larissa continued.

"You are beautiful when you laugh…"

"Stop talking nonsense and take off your dress…"

"Do it yourself."

Rei found the zip in the back of her lover's dress. She slid it gently to the floor, revealing red lace underwear to match her lipstick. They ran their fingers over Larissa's white skin, redrawing her collarbone and placing kisses on her shoulders. Then he kissed her, and put his arms around her neck to bring his hands down her back. They unhooked her bra. Larissa held him close, and he moaned softly. She rolled him over on the couch, demanding access to her mouth with her tongue. She moved her hand down to his stomach and undid the button on his trousers, running her fingers under the fabric.

"Larissa…"

(NOA: Okay. Forgive me for stopping there. But I tried to write it down, this smut, I can't do it. Everything seems wrong, and I've been stalling on this chapter for a couple of weeks. So I gave up).

When Rei opened her eyes the next morning, Larissa was no longer in bed. She was putting on her make-up, right next to her. They stretched and yawned.

"Good morning, Rai, did you sleep well?"

"Perfectly well, your bed is quite comfortable. We're not late, I hope…"

"Not at all, we still have a little time."

They got up and went to kiss the principal.

"You should get dressed, Rai, you're giving me ideas that are not compatible with our schedule."

Iel laughed.

"Can I use your shower?"

"Sure, go ahead, it's right next door."

Rei locked herself in the shower and washed herself.

Meanwhile, Larissa was in the kitchen preparing a breakfast of pastries she had just bought at the bakery up the street. After that night, and if the year was going to start, she wanted to have a slightly more… official relationship with Rei. Not that she wanted to shout it from the rooftops, but saying she was in a relationship would probably make her feel better. The first part of the year was not the most fun… When Rei came out of the shower, dressed, made up, coiffed, perfumed, she smiled at them.

"What do you prefer in the morning, tea or coffee?"

"Coffee, please."

"I also have some pastries for you, take what you like."

Rei smiled and reached for the paper bag. They took a croissant.

"By the way, Rai, I wanted to ask you?" Larissa said, her voice a little nervous.

Why be nervous to ask that, anyway, it wasn't like there was anything terrible at stake, was there?

"Yes ?"

"Before we start the year, I'd like to make it official, between us. Would you be my partner?"

Rei opened her mouth, but stopped themselves. They couldn't accept it when they were lying to her about their name. Either they had to tell her, or they had to refuse. But how could they tell her that?

"I… Larissa, I'm sorry. I- I don't know if I want our relationship to go that far. yet."

That was totally wrong. Of course they did. But right now, it was too complicated, this was too much to handle. Larissa felt her heart clench a little. Of course, they refused. She should have known it would happen like this.

"Oh, I… I understand. I'm sorry."

"Please don't take it as a final name. I think I need a little more time. Can you give me some?"

"Yes, of course."

They smile at her, to reassure her. But inside, they wondered what they could do in this situation…

#gwendoline christie #larissa weems #principal larissa weems #larissa weems x reader #larissa x reader #principal weems

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