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Like normal Edward was walking without any of his staff nearby. And unlike Attina his family had not been blessed with any other sibling but himself. A sole child - one expected to pass his line and therefor become unforgettable to this world - a legacy, is what was expected to leave behind.

He was startled however by the beauty of this woman, had he seen her before - she clearly was a member by the ton that much he could tell.

"You or the water?" A small flirtation, a bit out of his character but he couldn't help it.

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#herresponsibiliity #c: Attina #v: seducing the duke

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Sweet-talking was something Edward excelled in, he often had to when it involved work - boring things if he admitted. Unlike his status Edward cared little for it and would have enjoyed a simpler life just as much. But perhaps that was because he already had experienced heartache at such a young age (his father was quick in temper and his hands had braced his cheek countless times if he felt his son was annoying.) it was never as bad as what his poor mother had to go through.

"Good." He said with a smile, though for once it was sincere. He did look forward to seeking her out. "My many thanks, sir." Edward said to the request for a promenade.

"You're far more interesting than your family." He whispered against her ear before getting his distance once again. "I do wonder if that were the case, but if so you certainly won't be complaints from my end."

Sweet-talking was something Edward excelled in, he often had to when it involved work - boring things if he admitted. Unlike his status Edward cared little for it and would have enjoyed a simpler life just as much. But perhaps that was because he already had experienced heartache at such a young age (his father was quick in temper and his hands had braced his cheek countless times if he felt his son was annoying.) it was never as bad as what his poor mother had to go through.

"Good." He said with a smile, though for once it was sincere. He did look forward to seeking her out. "My many thanks, sir." Edward said to the request for a promenade.

"You're far more interesting than your family." He whispered against her ear before getting his distance once again. "I do wonder if that were the case, but if so you certainly won't be complaints from my end."

#s: rosalie x edward #verse: seducing the duke #c: rosalie pembrooke

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Edward was spending his single life being closed up and guarded. After all, he already had his name spelled out for him without having to do anything - his father had arranged that. With blue eyes that matched his parental figure, Edward had somewhat of a self-hatred towards both the man that brought him up - and himself.

The park however was one of the little places that allowed him an ease of mind.

"Good day to you." He greeted a woman who seemed to be drawn to the river, he too had a fascination with water - after all his best friend owned several trading ships.

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Attina thought it mad of her father to allow herself and all her sisters out at the same time for the Season, seven daughters all seeking husbands at the same time. Attina was 19, becoming precariously close to being labeled an old maid, while the youngest of her sisters was 15, a ripe age for marriage. At this point in her life Attina felt she would fail her father in becoming the only of his daughters to not find the happiness he wanted them to have. It was what she had been thinking of for her early morning walk with her lady's maid. The park was nice but she kept near the river, the soft sounds of the water over rock a soothing sensation for her.

#V: Seducing the duke #herresponsibiliity

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Hello! Excuse the silly question, but do you have info on your muse and a rules page anywhere? Thank you!

hey there! these are my rules :)

1. I’m an 18+ person, so I write 18+ things, I don’t do fades. I write smut as it is - i do know some people are unfortunately not comfortable in writing out these things, but i’m sorry I’m not the partner you seek if that’s the case :)

2. no god mod: especially not killing my characters without my permission.

tw trigger mention below and bio of Edward Jones

3. NO NON-CON, RAPE or even DUB-CON allowed in smut scenes. NO is NO in every sense. My triggers are snakes.

4. Plotting is not a must in my blog, you can throw anything (except the triggers mentioned in point 3.) As for the muse tw for murder

Dear American reader this is Lady Whistledown speaking today we discuss a certain suitor that you may or may not have heard off. Edward Jones lost his mother at 18-year-old, murdered by his father which resulted in him becoming a duke at a still young age - he took 3 years to graduate from university, however. This certainly gave him a more cold demeanor, as he is guarded when it comes to anything close to love and affection.

He however is a romantic at heart, bisexual and a dreamer. He is involved in some darker schemes as he's known to make his enemies disappear - perhaps he is just like his father - perhaps well he might just be misunderstood.

That is dear reader the appeal of this man, yet it is hard to captivate his heart - seeing the man is now in his thirties (36) it seems that his line might just die with him.

#bio and rules #thank you kindly for asking

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He wondered about what that difference indicated, she seemed an intellectual woman which was strange considering the subjects a woman are taught in this time and age. But perhaps that is what peaked his interest, she seemed different from the simpleminded women that crossed his path - he actually believed she was capable of change and that for knowing her for just a couple of hours.

"It's good to see you sir, my, haven't I seen you in the club last week- I must say I do enjoy a brandy myself once in a while." Manners, were important, he had to impress her father after all.

"And its good to see you as well my lady, I do hope I get to see you at next ball?" He had to sound eager enough for revisiting her. After all he was courting this woman now.

He wondered about what that difference indicated, she seemed an intellectual woman which was strange considering the subjects a woman are taught in this time and age. But perhaps that is what peaked his interest, she seemed different from the simpleminded women that crossed his path - he actually believed she was capable of change and that for knowing her for just a couple of hours.

"It's good to see you sir, my, haven't I seen you in the club last week- I must say I do enjoy a brandy myself once in a while." Manners, were important, he had to impress her father after all.

"And its good to see you as well my lady, I do hope I get to see you at next ball?" He had to sound eager enough for revisiting her. After all he was courting this woman now.

#c: Rosalie pembrook #s: rosalie x edward #[thread: rewritten vows] #[writer: whtelctus]

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He nodded, content for the moment. She seemed to like things fairly easy, he was thinking he needed to get all serious about this - that being said, he wondered how she would perform those acts in the bedroom, she was pretty no one could deny that - but chemistry did not exist out of the blue. For now, he was considering there was a spark between them, fickle, but it was there. When he offered her his arm, he allowed her to finish her drink first of course and stood up.

“I am.” He walked her towards her carriage. “Miss Penbrooke, I’m curious to how you wish to change this world of ours - not often a woman piques my interest so be wise to do with that what you will.”

With that he went to his own carriage and waited for them to travel towards the park. He straightened his back during the ride, as if he was an actor preparing himself for a play.

Gentle he could do, sophisticated and charming he could do. But his heart was rather on lock and key and yet why did it feel like Rosalie had found its key and dangled the key in front of the keyhole. Did she remind her of his mother?He wasn’t sure. No, that wasn’t it. After thinking a bit about it he found himself incapable to make the comparison.

Then what was it that he found so endearing about her, was it the way her golden locks embraced her face, or how she folded her hands when she thought about her next words wisely. It was bitter strange that he found himself yearning to any woman really. It was a first for him.

With that his thoughts came to an abrupt end, as the carriages came to a halt, he waited five minutes more before exiting the carriage and made his way towards the park. It wasn’t hard to find her - a gown fitting for the ton, blond hair in a nice bun, and a smile that made his heart shake.

“Miss Penbrooke, what a delight to see you - ah this must be your family?”

He nodded, content for the moment. She seemed to like things fairly easy, he was thinking he needed to get all serious about this - that being said, he wondered how she would perform those acts in the bedroom, she was pretty no one could deny that - but chemistry did not exist out of the blue. For now, he was considering there was a spark between them, fickle, but it was there. When he offered her his arm, he allowed her to finish her drink first of course and stood up.

“I am.” He walked her towards her carriage. “Miss Penbrooke, I’m curious to how you wish to change this world of ours - not often a woman piques my interest so be wise to do with that what you will.”

With that he went to his own carriage and waited for them to travel towards the park. He straightened his back during the ride, as if he was an actor preparing himself for a play.

Gentle he could do, sophisticated and charming he could do. But his heart was rather on lock and key and yet why did it feel like Rosalie had found its key and dangled the key in front of the keyhole. Did she remind her of his mother?He wasn’t sure. No, that wasn’t it. After thinking a bit about it he found himself incapable to make the comparison.

Then what was it that he found so endearing about her, was it the way her golden locks embraced her face, or how she folded her hands when she thought about her next words wisely. It was bitter strange that he found himself yearning to any woman really. It was a first for him.

With that his thoughts came to an abrupt end, as the carriages came to a halt, he waited five minutes more before exiting the carriage and made his way towards the park. It wasn’t hard to find her - a gown fitting for the ton, blond hair in a nice bun, and a smile that made his heart shake.

“Miss Penbrooke, what a delight to see you - ah this must be your family?”

#[character: Edward Jones] #[ship: Edward x Rosalie] #[writer: whtelctus] #[character: Rosalie Penbrooke] #[thread: Rewritten vows]

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Sarah couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow and laugh at his statement. I was quite…off the way he worded it, but she forgave any shred of doubt to listen to Adam. “My adventures? As much as I crave wanderlust, I am afraid this is as far as I have come.” She sat next to Adam, while ordering an ale. 

“I am in fact stuck in….well society. No one quite involved in such adventure there. Tis why I come here. I have fun for myself, with no one knowing.“ She said scooching closer to Adam. “Though I crave to tavel. I have in fact never been out of the country, society even. It would be a dream to travel to Paris, or Italy…somewhere far away...“

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Sarah was quite adorable, with her golden hair and bright eyes. She could see quite a gentleman fall for her in the future - if anything they’d become the bestest of friends (if she revealed herself to be a gentle lady instead of a gentleman)

Ah, society. It was a cruel mistress. Amelia sighed, she understood of course - the only way a lady could travel was with a chaperon, or a husband. Which luckily for her was her brother - but she understood that it could be less free to other women.

“Daring, I must say.” Amelia said with a smile. “With what excuse do you come here - meeting a friend?”

Italy, Paris - somewhere far away. It was a rarity that Amelia (Adam) found a woman with similar tastes, that longed to leave London behind, and just explore the world.

“I wish I could take you with me.” He muttered softly, though a selfish wish it was all with good intentions.

#[writer: whtelctus] #[Ship: Amelia x Sarah] #[Character: Amelia 'Adam' Paile]

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There was something quite cold about Lord Jones. She had never met a man who was quite…honest with how he felt on a situation such as this. Though to be fair, she had never proposed such a thing. But Lord Jones….he was willing, to do whatever. “Okay…I will.” She said back to him she said strongly.

With all that has happened in Rosalie’s life, where she was forced to remain strong. Everytime her father and brothers opened their mouths. When her mother died. When some awful brute asked her to dance…though thankfully she would not have to worry about that for too long. However she always remained strong, never showed any weakness. And Lord Jones would certainly be no exception. 

“Yes, that is perfect.“ She sighed happily, thankfully he was getting the picture of what this arrangement was. “Anything to get my father to believe you and I are in love. if he thinks otherwise and we become engaged, this will not work.“ she assured him, anything to let him know that this was purely a political arrangement. “perhaps….“ she sighed as she twirled a strand of her hair, what she often did when she was deep in thought. “perhaps you should call me by my first name as well…”

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Mr Jones was aware that he was cold, but in a way he had been made cold by his father.  His father was a brute with little to no respect for women, his mother had taught him otherwise. He had adored his mother - perhaps that is why her death came as a shock to him and his father having the status he had he simply bought the judges and blamed everything on the stable guy.

It was strange that he knew this woman before him was the one he was bound to wed. He looked at her closely, studied her ways if you will. And found himself thinking that she was quite charming, however he didn’t find charming alone attractive - there were other ways to his heart perhaps one that Rosalie would one day found out.

“Well then, Rosalie - what about we finish our drinks and take a walk in the park, well if you ‘ll let me that is?” He raised his eyebrow and showed her a smile. If it was genuine or not that certainly was the question.

#sorry this took a while #Hope you enjoy #[Character: Edward Jones] #[Ship: Edward x Rosalie] #[writer: whtelctus]

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Tina breathed a light sigh of relief when he assured that was all. It seemed, however, that was not the case. She had scarcely moved. His next request should not have been surprising, and yet… This was not often the kind of request to be expected of a maid. There must be a nurse nearby? Or a senior member of staff. But, from what Tina had seen, most staff had been dismissed for the evening, leaving only her and a few night workers on the premises. From what she had heard in whispers… Mr. Hook was asking for discrepancy. 

She took another look at the bruise shining brightly on his cheek. There was little thought behind it when she reached up, moved his face slightly so that she could truly see it in the candlelight and dim evening light through the window, going so far as to raise slightly on her toes for a better look. There was bruising, and a slight, tender cut. “Witch Hazel might help,” Tina offered sympathetically. “And– if you’ll allow it, Sir, I may be able to steal– I mean, acquire some cold meat or ice from the ice house. Peter gets bruised up all the time and if we’re lucky we can get some of the ice off the fishmonger at the market, and it usually works. Ice, I mean. Not the fish.”

This was a recipe for disaster.

Tina relaxed again when Mr. Hook distanced himself, leaving her space to move to the door. Her hand lingered on the handle as he made another request. “Yes, Sir,” she replied, nodding gently. “Shall I tell the other staff?”

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Perhaps the hit to his head did more damage than he thought, as he found himself intrigued by the maid before him. She wasn’t a woman of status, so she would only do as a mistress to warm his bedsheets. The idea of laying hands on her (though consensually, of course) was something that made his mouth water with longing. He however shook those thoughts away - no, he didn’t yearn for this woman, he yearned for a woman. Like Wendy-though she had told him that what happened that night would not be repeated, a pity considering she was the only woman he actually had believed he could marry. 

She was smart and gentle, caring for her brothers - a family person which despite not coming from a loving one, he too desired as such. 

“That would do me well.” He said absent-mindedly, feeling tired all of a sudden. The trip had been a long one - one didn’t really travel from England to America with ease. 

“No, keep things to yourself for now. I wouldn’t want to bother the staff with this…issue.” He coughed. “Have a good night, Miss Bell.”

#[Ship: Tina Bell & James Hook] #[Thread: May I find you?] #[Writer: ofpotsandkettlesx] #credit to rubymemes for the icon template :)

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Confusion read plainly on Tina’s face as Mr. Hook laughed. Why is he laughing? Surely, hopefully, that wasn’t the laughter of a man who was about to scold Miss Bell six ways from Sunday. It wouldn’t have been any surprise, if he did. Sometimes cruel men found humour in knowing they were about to do something upsetting. Tina’s eyes did not stray from the soup. Her only wish was that Mr. Hook was happy enough with it that he would dismiss her quickly, and not give her any more opportunities to speak her mind.

She was being rather meticulous with the setting of the desk just in case. Perhaps she was taking too long with it, because she heard the shallow click of Mr. Hook’s shoes coming up behind her, and was not quick enough to move out of his way. There was nary a space between them as he reached around, taking the spoon.

Tina felt the grazing of his hand against her waist through her pinafore. Her eyes flickered from the soup, to the spoon, watching as it went, slowly, to his lips. There was nowhere for her to go. Miss Bell was frozen to the spot. This must be the cruel joke. He was going to stand there and eat the entire bowl of soup over her shoulder and make her watch, just as a punishment for bad manners.

She breathed slowly. There was a distinct smell -not soup- that Tina knew very well. Like pine and fresh air. Like how she and Peter often smelled when they escaped to the forest for peace and quiet.

Tina, now with a hammering heart, had to get out of here before the cruel joke went any further. The only thing free to move without sending the spoon flying was her lips. “Is it… acceptable? You may dismiss me if there isn’t anything else you need, My Lord?”

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Yes, he should dismiss her, shouldn't he? But he felt a need for company, and he wished for anyone well, it did not matter. He should not burden her with his pathetic sight; she probably would find him a burden as well. 

"That is all - ah, no wait. Do you by chance know something that can lighten the bruising?" He didn't want to stay occupied in his room, and he surely wouldn't be allowed to greet any guests with a black eye. 

He dropped the spoon to make way for Miss Bell and sat by the bedside. 

" If not, I would not wish to take up any more of your time." He did not want to be a burden. 

"Oh, and Miss Bell. I will be having my breakfast and dinner in my room, so please deliver the meals when you can."

#[Character: James Hook] #[Ship: Tina Bell & James Hook] #[Thread: May I find you?] #credit to rubymemes for the icon template :)

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“Quite the Charmer I see Mister Adam.” Sarah looked at him with an eyebrow up. “You should know, I have frequented this pub often on my own. However I do not mind the company.” Sarah smiled at the man as they walked into the club. Surely there would be no one to bother her this time around with him by her side, or so she hoped. “Have you been here before? I apologize I do not recognize you and I surely thought I would.”

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“Only if the women are as charming as I am.” Amelia said with a chuckle. “I see, I see a girl who likes a bit of danger now and again. Let me guess you are the adventurous type!” She said quite excitedly. “Tell me about your adventures my lady. I’ll be all ears.” Amelia opened the door and ignored the gazes, she lowered her head in case anyone (cough her brother) would recognize her. “I have to admit I have only once, and it has been quite the experience.”

She walked to a table, and waited for the girl to make her order. She herself was going for a nice beer, her brother had let her have a sip last time - but now she wanted a bottle for her own. And with the pocket money she had to spare well - she could buy more than just a bottle (she could buy the pub if she wanted)

#[thread: Like a petal of a rose] #[Character: Amelia 'Adam' Paile] #[Ship: Amelia x Sarah] #credit to rubymemes for the icon template :)

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“If I must be honest my lord….” Rosalie sighed as she looked up at him. “I have no one to think to invite. The women of the ton are not fond of my views, in fact the only friend I really have is a seamstress in the village. I suppose if she could come… She admitted hesitantly, knowing making enemy of Lord Jones would be quite the wrong move. 

Though a slight feeling of annoyance came upon her as he mentioned some of her rules. “I suppose so…” She said, feeling a blush come on her cheeks, but she quickly shook off the feeling as she did not want to show any weakness or vulnerability. “I expect you not to be a fool my lord. So yes I’m afraid you will have to give up….bedding other women.” 

Rosalie was quite demanding and bossy with her wishes. If there was any spec of a doubt she would pull out, she was not to be promised anything if someone wasn’t fully in. 

“Okay well we will deal with that when the time comes.“ Rosalie nodded in agreement. “Now to the plan. Perhaps you can court me for two weeks, that way my father will think we are in love, then we can marry quickly and continue on with our life. any oppositions?”

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“Then invite her.” Throughout the selfishness of his character there was also a little desire to make his wife a happy one. So if a seamstress could get a smile on this woman’s face certainly he would want for her to attend. No one wished for a wife who couldn’t even smile in front of her husband.

The blush didn’t get unnoticed. Interesting. He thought to himself. apparently he hadn’t lost his charm completely. Though that flush didn’t seem to last long as she repeated something he already understood. He wouldn’t be able to sleep with other women - loyalty she had called it. Fair enough, as long as she warmed his bed, he would be faithful to her. Her and her alone.

He liked the bossiness in her, he liked women who took charge. After all a timid wife wasn’t a fun one.

“Agreed.” He stated simply. “Two weeks, yes I suppose that’ll do - i’m picturing some walks in the park, flowers - anything else you wish for?” He could kiss her right there and then and marry her for taken her lips for his own, but he wouldn’t do that seeing she wanted the romance instead.

#[Ship: Edward x Rosalie] #[Thread: Rewritten vows] #[writer: whtelctus] #credit to rubymemes for the icon template :)

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Hey y'all, I’m still welcoming more RP partners I’m always open to making OC’s to fit your aesthetic ;) I still am mainly a Bridgerton blog, but I’m also doing modern/futeristic settings ^^

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Sarah Fletcher has been but sheltered her whole life. Unaware of the world, but wanting to discover so much more. She often came to bars, unchaperoned. Although it seemed dangerous it was a small glimpse of what she so desired, adventure, pleasure, all she could think of. Though sometimes on nights like these, she wished she had someone with her.

“Please leave me be.“ Sarah begged as a bruting man came to bother her, putting an arm around her, his breath smelling of gun. Though it wasn’t long before she was rescued by a young….man. Quite a beautiful young man if she said so herself. “Yes, I am fine now, thank you.“ She said offering him a small smile. “Well I cannot thank you enough, Mister Adam. I am Sarah. The pleasure is all mine.“

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Amelia knew of that sheltered world, that's why she understood a lady who wouldn’t be with a chaperone out in the streets - but she also knew of the dangers. It was for that reason she had boxing classes instead of horse riding (though she still took horse riding lessons to appease her father.) and sword lessons from her brother who was a knight of the royal palace.

She nodded. A sense of relieve coming over her. “Nice to meet you Sarah, I wouldn’t say the pleasure is all yours alone.” She added a wink. “I am assuming you wanted access to this pub? It’s not the best place to attend alone for a woman, but if you will allow me I can attend as your chaperone for the evening.”

She was relieved she didn’t have to hurt anyone, it wasn’t like she enjoyed fighting but as a woman she had to protect herself.

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#[Ship: Amelia x Sarah] #[thread: Like a petal of a rose] #[writer: whtelctus] #credit to rubymemes for the icon template :) #alchohol mention tw

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“That won’t be necessary…” Rosalie half laughed at his words. “It is just my father and brothers, they will simply invite anyone they deem necessary, and i will agree.” She sighed, wondering whom Duke Jones would invite to the wedding, though she chose not to pry too far. 

“Duke Jones, I do have some conditions when we marry. Although it is a business arrangement, I will not be made a fool of in the Ton. I ask that you remain loyal to me. I will not have people talk amongst themselves of any unknown affairs i know not about.” Rosalie spoke adequately as she sat up in her chair. “Secondly I wish to be involved in every political position you are to make. This is a partnership and I wish to be involved.” She spoke, taking a small breath for the next question to come.

“And for the matter of children….” Rosalie said averting eye contact. “You are doing me and the country a great favor. If you wish to have children I will accommodate accordingly.” She sighed looking into his deep blue eyes, not noticing how truly blue the duke’s eyes were. “If you have any expectations for me as a wife, do let me know.”

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He frowned for a moment, his wife seemed to be a bit too obedient for his taste. Then again he didn’t know her and she could prove to be a troublemaker later on. He simply will have to see. “Tell them your husband made you the one who has to make the list, if they dare to object I am more than willing to make their lives miserable.”

There was no rumor in town that knew what were to happen if you annoyed Edward Jones, people tended to disappear around him. He wondered if she was aware of the dangers of his work, and of the dangers of marrying him. He was a ruthless man, like his father had been though he never murdered anyone.

Not only that, but he had done things that hurt his pride however - in order to rise in success. But there were little people who could see past that, one of them being Simon Basset a man with a conflicting relationship with his own father - perhaps that's why they bonded with ease.

“So you expect me not to sleep around, but sleep with you alone.” A charming smile crossed his lips - fine - now he took a good look at her, she was pretty enough to warm his bed, yet she was to seduce him if she wanted to have him hold her. He preferred women who weren’t afraid to get what they wanted.

“I’m open to children, though there is no need for them immediately.” He wasn’t ready to be a father - didn’t have the example he needed.

#[Ship: Edward x Rosalie] #[Thread: Rewritten vows] #[writer: whtelctus] #credit to rubymemes for the icon template :) #abuse tw

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The door opened, quicker than expected (though after the last time she really should have expected the haste). She stood up straight, almost spilling the steaming soup as she did so. Tina felt wholly unprepared for this job, in this giant house, with seemingly endless skeletons in its closets.

Just as she hadn’t expected the door to open again, she didn’t expect to see the deep red mark spread across Mr. Hook’s cheek. She should have, given the whispering and the cane. For the briefest of moments, Tina forgot all sense of decorum and manners that had been forced into her from working in such places and she grimaced. The very thing that lost her her last job was about to be her downfall again. Tina opened her mouth, breaking the silence of the hall.

“That’s a shiner…”

She knew in an instant that she had spoken out of turn (again). Tina brushed past Mr. Hook with haste, eyes averting to the soup so she didn’t spill it this time, before setting it on the desk as instructed. She arranged the bread, and the spoon, and the napkin neatly, and prayed.

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James wasn’t one that liked to let people wait - perhaps the soup was hot to the touch, and he’d hate for a young maiden such as Miss Bell to burn her skin. Why he cared, he wasn’t sure - perhaps a part of him wanted to look out for her, a part of him wanted to care for her. Why? He hadn’t had the faintest of clues. 

A part of him didn’t want to know. Because knowing was dangerous. Far more dangerous than his mother was to him.

He’d call it loneliness - restlessness - desire? Yes, he’d settle for desire when he looked at Miss Bell. He didn’t know her, after all, and she was a maid above anything. A misfit for a duke’s son. She wasn’t even an option. 

And then he laughed, and it was a genuine laughter, one that he hadn’t expressed in a long time. “Yes, Miss Bell. That it is.” 

He moved towards her, leaned in to take the spoon, his hands caressing her body for a brief second, yet it felt as if he had been burned. If he moved even closer, his lips would graze her body - that was how close they were. And then James smelled it, the scent of Lavender. How pleasing.

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#[Thread: May I find you?] #[Writer: ofpotsandkettlesx] #[Ship: Tina Bell & James Hook] #credit to rubymemes for the icon template :) #tw abuse

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Like a petal of a rose - Amelia ‘Adam’ Paile

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Amelia had changed her name in what felt like a decade ago. Every time she snuck out in her brother’s clothing she went by the name of Adam. She was known to be a troublemaker, with a blade in hand. Women swooned over her, which she enjoyed because that's where her heart laid, but since she wasn’t a man she couldn’t return their affections.

It was a night when she noticed a drunken man bothering a girl. “Excuse me sir, can you leave.” First the man was hesitant but seeing the blade (and a gun she carried underneath) seemed to scare the guy away.

“Are you okay my lady?” She asked with a sweet voice, lower than her actual voice. “My name is Adam, you are safe now.”

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#[thread: Like a petal of a rose] #[Ship: Amelia x Sarah] #[Character: Amelia 'Adam' Paile] #credit to rubymemes for the icon template :) #[writer: whtelctus]