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MACBETH (2023-2024) dir. by Simon Godwin Ralph Fiennes as Macbeth Indira Varma as Lady Macbeth

#indira varma #ralph fiennes #simon godwin #macbeth #lady macbeth #ahauandthesun #theatre #theater #theatregifs #theatergifs #cinema #filmedit #filmgifs #mediagifs #macbeth (2023-2024)#filmtv #cinematv #shakespeare

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ahauandthesun · 2 days

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Eve Best and Steve Toussaint by Rachell Smith

#girls… we’re down bad #eve best

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ahauandthesun · 2 days

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Out of Sight

Violet Bridgerton X Fem!Reader 🔞

💜 As one of her handmaids, you've always had a soft spot for Lady Bridgerton. It isn't until one day that she calls for you to stay back to you realise that these feelings are requited. 💜

WC: 1.5k+ words

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A/N: I feed myself 🫡 this is the first work on this blog so I hope y'all enjoy! Nothing particularly explicit yet but I'm sure we'll get there 😄

Violet Bridgerton is most beautiful woman you've ever lain eyes upon. The thought crosses your mind every morning as you wake and assist the lady of the house. You can't help but steal glances as you lace up her corset or do her hair.

Sometimes she will catch your eye in the mirror and her smile makes your heart skip a beat.

She's wonderful and gorgeous and ever so kind.

Today, however, feels a little different. The air is warm and Violet is agitated. She won't stay still. Your fingers brush the back of her neck and she flinches as if scorched by blazing coals. You try to apologise but she's already moving away, turning towards the open window, half dressed.

"Leave me," she says briskly.

And you, like the all the others, dip your head in respect and turn toward the door.

"Except (Y/N)." Her addition catches you by surprise. "You... stay."

You turn back around, quickly hiding your surprise at her singling you out. The other servants leave the room, a few with some odd side glances at you, and then the room is empty except the two of you. Silence echoes between you, broken only by the sound of her heavy breathing.

"Lady Bridgerton? Are you most alright?"

This isn't like her. Something is off, you can tell.

Violet doesn't say anything but continues to stare out the window. With the sunlight gracing her cheeks and a gentle breeze blowing her hair, she's a vision in the early morning. You swallow nervously.

"Come," Violet finally says, completely ignoring your concern. "Stand with me."

You obediently cross the room to stand beside your lady. You curiously peer out the window into the gardens of the Bridgerton household. It's a beautiful place, truly, positively glowing in the sun. But more specifically, your gaze falls upon an unsuspecting couple.

A maid and a footman, it looks like, walking through the foliage together. They're laughing, hand in hand. Stealing a moment alone.

"My lady...?" you glance towards her.

It isn't a question exactly but a prompt. She doesn't seem angery. And yet she burns next to you as if alight.

You can't quite read her expression but you can feel the tension starting to rise. You are several feet apart and yet it feels like you are inches apart. The air is warm and it isn't the morning sun.

When she finally turns to meet your gaze, your face is red hot.

"(Y/N)..." she says softly.

You love how she says your name with such a gentle, affectionate tone. She looks at you with burning eyes.

"Yes, my lady?" you breathe.

She looks back down at the couple and you watch as they steal a kiss under the shade of a tree. Quick, fleeting, and yet it feels like it lasts a lifetime. What is happening here? Why has she asked you stay and watch with her? You don't know but you don't want to break the moment.

"Come closer."

You can't deny her. You close the distance but yet it doesn't feel like enough. She says nothing until you stand side by side with her. A slight lean and your arms would brush. But that's a boundary you yourself cannot cross, no matter how much you want to. It wouldn't do to act so familiar with the lady of the house.

"Is it wrong?" Violet asks.

"Is what wrong, Lady Bridgerton?"

Violet gestures below to where the couple have disappeared together. You can only imagine what they're getting up to together, hidden in the garden, out of prying eyes. Stealing kisses where people cannot see, maybe more. You don't understand her question or what she wants you to say.

Or maybe you do, but you can't say it.

"It's been a while since Ed-Edmund..." Her eyes close when she says his name. "And at first, I... I never believed I would desire another as I did him."

Oh.

Anything you want or could say catches in your throat as you peek a look at her. To your utter surprise, she's staring right at you. You turn away from the window and in towards her, face burning.

"Never would I have thought myself familiar enough to find those feelings again. I thought it died with him," she continues. "What man would be close enough to the widow of a household to create such desire within me?"

She's standing unbearably close to you. And she shifts forward, this time intentionally entering your space. The windowsill presses against your back but you can only feel her. She isn't touching you yet but you can feel her presence as if she's right against you. Warmth bursts in your chest and spreads through your entire body. It would be so easy to extend a hand and close the gap.

But it isn't your move to make.

She looks at you with dark eyes and parted lips.

"A man... no, not quite." It isn't quite directed at you but more at herself as if she's trying to understand it. "But... someone who spends every waking moment with you, who takes care of you, who understands and looks when she thinks I do not see."

"My lady-" Your head is spinning. "I-I... I hope I did not offend. I swear, I... You are so beautiful. I only look... because I cannot look away."

And she smiles.

"Oh, (Y/N). Please..."

You watch as she raises her hand and as if in slow motion, she touches your cheek. She has the soft hands of a noble with gentle fingertips and a warm palm. She brushes your cheek.

"I see you looking," she murmurs. "because I am looking back."

When she leans in, you don't stop her because you don't want to stop her. She catches your mouth with her own in a heated kiss and everything shatters around you. She breathes you in like fresh air. And you cannot help yourself.

With the physical barrier broken between you, you take the front of her dress and pull her against you. You collide in a kiss of pure want, burning and hot, soft lips giving way to a slip of tongue, hands finding their way into your hair. She kisses you like a woman parched.

"The window," you gasp against her lips, and she understands what you mean.

You two cannot be seen like this together, regardless of the desires of the lady of the house. So she catches your wrist and tugs you back into the room, managing not to break the kiss. You stumble together back out of the sunlight and into the shelter of her room. Hands tug at your waist. Guide you back. Until her bed is beside you.

Do you understand what is happening? Not exactly but you can't stop.

You kiss and kiss her until the air has been stolen from your lungs. Kissing Violet Bridgerton is a dream come reality and it is dizzying.

You two fall onto the bed in each other's arms and the sheets are a soft cushion underneath. When you finally pull away for air, she lies underneath you, panting.

"My lady... I..."

"Violet. When we are alone," she breathes.

"Violet..." Such familiarity, it's scandalous. Saying her name makes your heart skip a beat because it tells you exactly what she wants.

You kiss her neck, the underside of her jaw, along her exposed collarbone. You breathe in her scent, taste her skin, and it only leaves you wanting more.

Your hands touch her lightly and you lean back. "La- Violet. May I?"

She nods breathlessly.

You have dressed her many mornings and undressed her those nights. It's only too easy for you to help her out of the fancy clothes of nobles. You have seen her in states of undress countless times but this time is vividly different. She lies sprawled between pillows for you and you alone. No one else but her late husband will have seen her like this but you. That idea is dizzying. But viciously hot.

She helps you out of your simpler clothes and then her hands are on you. Shy touches over your bare arms, up your back, as if she doesn't dare to touch you anywhere else. Or she doesn't know how.

Despite the desire painted all over her face, she hesitates still. And you know you'll have to be the one to move forward.

"Violet," you murmurs. "It's alright, you can touch me..."

You bring her hand to your chest and she gasps. The way she blushes is beautiful. But with your encouragement, she touches you with more confidence. Her eyes brighten when you moan. You dip down and kiss her again.

It's slow and exploratory, the two of you taking the time to become acquainted with each other's bodies. You find she's sensitive and shy with making noise. It just makes her moaning even better. She likes when you let your nails lightly scrape against her scalp, press into her back, the very feeling of being touched and desired.

She like when you say her name into her ear, be it a needy whisper or a seductive murmur. It would be rare for a lady for the ton to be called by her given name, after all. But you say it over and over in breathless want.

Surely the rest of the household must be wondering where Lady Bridgerton is; it isn't like her rise late. But the two of you could hardly care, not as you're lost in each other.

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ahauandthesun · 3 days

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tumblr friendships are hard to maintain like im sorry i know i havent talked to you in 5 months but you’re still super rad and i still consider us friends im just dumb

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