#James Aubrey imagines

[shelbgrey]

Hello, I love your fics, could you do one with James Aubrey smut? please

Unspoken desire(James Aubrey)

Paring: James Aubrey x Booth!Reader

Summary: James Aubrey and y/n booth always gets on each other's nerves, but it's everything but hate. When they are forced to go undercover together some piped up feeling are finally released.

Warrings: SMUT! Female reader, fingering, counter sex, unprotected sex, rough-ish sex.

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“undercover, seriously?” I asked, as I sat down in front of my brother and Temperance.

“Well it's likely that the suspects are the participants” Seeley responded as he handed me the file for the victim and old western joint I was supposed to be undercover at.

“and 85% if the competitors are repeat guests” Temperance added.

“why aren't you guys doing it? Undercover is your thing” I said as the waitress brought our food.

“Hank has a doctor's appointment and Booth is going to Christine's field trip” Temperance said as I popped a fry in my mouth.

I sighed, I belonged in the Lab not undercover. “Who's going with me?”

“Aubrey” Booth said as he lifted his coffee mug.

“No” I said quickly and pointed at my older brother. “your not doing this to me”

Me and Aubrey never got along. I hated everything about him, his voice, the fact his appetite is bigger than scooby-doo, his adorable smile…

Wait…

“why? What's wrong with Aubrey” Booth asked.

“he annoying and we don't get along”

“By the way you refuse to make eye contact and the blood rushing to your cheeks, I find it hard to believe you dislike Aubrey,” Temperance said matter of factly. I rolled my eyes playfully.

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“I can't believe I'm doing this,” I mumbled to myself as I put on a cowboy hat. I kept a low profile as I walked through what looked like the set for Tombstone or young guns. I walked around trying to find Aubrey.

I walked into the tavern full of western people. It was jam packed with cowboys and beer. I looked around silently till my eyes landed on Aubrey, he was sporting cowboy boots and a hat. I hated how my eyes traveled down his body. The Wranglers he had on framed his body in the best way possible, leaving no room for the imagination. Then the button up he wore, framed his chest showing the muscles on his chest. Speaking of muscles, sleeves of his button up were rolled up to his elbows, showing his arm muscles.

I tried to shake the dirty thoughts out of my mind and walked into the tavern with my head held up high. I looked around the tavern, trying to find something out of the ordinary. I hated it, it smelled like beer and it felt stuffy from all the shouting and laughing wanna be cowboys.

“What are you doing here?” a voice said firmly, Aubrey stood behind me. I shivered at how low his voice got, I could feel his breath on the back of my neck.

“undercover, same as you” I stated and pulled myself together before turning around to face him. Damn, he looked better up close.

What was that saying? Save the horse ride the Cowboy

“We need to solve a murder, remember?” I said, crossing my arms. I definitely didn't miss the way his eyes traveled down my body. I would have pointed it out, but it wouldn't be fair. No one likes a hypocrite.

Aubrey rolled his eyes and grabbed my bicep, I felt a certain way when he grabbed me like that. He had frustration and fire in his eyes as he led me out of the building. He didn't say anything as he dragged me to the back of the tavern and pushed me up against the side of the building. My breath hitched as he left very little room between us. He pressed his palms against the building, caging me in.

“I don't need this, we're solving a murder not playing dress up”

I smirked and grabbed the massive western theme buckle that was attached to his belt, I pulled him closer by it. “trust me, your enjoying this a lot more than you should”

“don't patronize me” he pushed himself off the building, breaking the little space we had between us.

“and don't get yourself into trouble” he said and walked away, leaving me behind the building with my pounding heart.

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“what are you doing?” I jogged up to Aubrey, he had a determined look on his face and he looked like he wasn't gonna slow down anytime soon. “the lab identified the murder weapon and the who bought”

“Good, let's go get ‘em” I said, Aubrey immediately stopped in front of me, pointing his finger at me. “no. Your gonna stay back and watch out for anything else the seems suspicious”

I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. “Come on!”

“I'm serious” he said sternly, his gray eyes staring me down intently.

“Stop him!” a voice shouted in the distance, making the both of us whip around. The guy Angela IDed came running out of the tavern. Aubrey ran after him and instead of listening to him and ran behind the tavern so we could corner the guy. I ran around the comer and jumped onto the guy, talking him to the ground. We rolled around a dusty mess until I got him flat on his stomach and his hands pinned behind his back.

“Damit y/n! I told you to stay put” Aubrey snapped and quickly put the handcuffs on the guy before tugging him onto his feet.

“yeah and guess what, I got to him before you did!”

Aubrey gave me a hard stare before taking the suspect into a isolated room to stay in until Booth came and got him.

Booth came in record time and stared his interrogation with the suspect. Me and Aubrey watched Booth walk into the room with the guy and as soon as the door was closed, Aubrey grabbed my bicep, forcing me to follow him into an empty building that looked like a smaller version of the tavern we were in this morning. He locked the door and turned to me with fire in his eyes.

“You sit here and listen to me!” James huffed, I moved off the counter only to get picked up and put on the counter again. “You're the most obstinate, stubborn, ornery, impossible girl I ever met! You just won't admit there's another side, my side! You know why?” the more he ranted the closer his face got to mine, my breath hitched when I felt his breath fan against my skin.

“Because you're unreasonable!” he said, I rolled my eyes and tried to move again “Sit still!” he huffed and pushed me against the counter, this time he pressed his palms on either side of me, caging me in. He leaned in closer, his chest heaving and his blue eye staring into my soul. “You're argumentative, mulish, uncooperative - unbelievable”

He stopped his nose barley brushing against mine. My heart pounds at how close we were. If I wasn't so stubborn I would have pulled him closer so there was no space between us. If I wasn't so stubborn I would have ran my fingers through his dark hair.

James huffed, keeping his intense gaze. “And You don’t know how beautiful you are.” he breathed, his lips barely touching mine, The words were soft but firm, leaving no room for doubt. His free hand slid around my waist, pulling me closer against his hard length.

My breath hitched at how hard he was against my thigh and my eyes widened when he called me beautiful.

“You know it's true.” His hand slid up my arms, tracing along your neck and into your hair. "I've been trying so hard not to notice, but you're just... everything”

Feeling bold, I grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him closer to me. I smashed my lips against his for a heated rough kiss. James groaned into the kiss, his body melting up against mine. I shivered as I felt one of his hands slide up my spine, gripping my hair tightly as he deepened the kiss. The other hand moved lower, squeezing my hip possessively.

I started unbuttoning his shirt as I kissed down his jaw line. He moaned in pleasure and I ran fingers down his chest. He brought my lips to his again, sucking my bottom lip between his teeth. He kissed my neck and led down to my shoulder, where he lightly bit. I moaned in pleasure.

“God, you're beautiful.” He pushed some hair out of my face, staring into my eyes before pulling my shirt over my head. His head dipped and he started to kiss the tops of my breasts and down my stomach. My breath hitched as he pushed me down so I was lying flat on the counter and started to unbutton my pants. We locked eyes and I laid there in anticipation.

He took off my cowgirl boots at a rushed pace and practically ripped my jeans off of my body and started kissing up my legs. He trailed himself over my panties, thick with arousal. Then, he started up my stomach again, causing me to bite my lip.

He holsted himself up on the counter and slowly crawled up my body to meet my lips again, this time more urgent. I got goosebumps as his hands roamed over my skin, his touch possessive and hungry. The kiss deepened as our bodies grinding together in an erotic dance. He broke the kiss only to whisper, "You're so damn irresistible.”

“I can't help it,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my Neck. “You drive me wild.” His hands slid down my hips, my breath hitched as his hand slipped under my panties, teasing my sensitive flesh. "You make me lose control.”

I let out a moan, bucking my hips against his hand. “Oh fuck…” He muttered before his mouth claimed mine in a searing kiss. His hand slid between my thighs, finding my entrance. "So wet for me..." he growled against my lips.

I let out a soft moan, running my fingers through his hair “j-james…”

James groaned, his fingers tracing circles around my entrance. My eyes fluttered closed as the pleasure and his teasing invaded all my senses. His other hand moved to my breast, massaging it gently as he continued to tease my whole body.

“S-stop teasing”

I felt him smirking against my skin. “I won't promise that, but I'll give you what you want” His fingers finally penetrated me, making a loud moan escape my lips as he pushed inside slowly. I groaned, feeling myself tighten around his large fingers. “You feel so good,” he whispered, starting to thrust deeper.

I moaned as I leaked onto his palm, stroking his fingers back and forth to coat his hand in my wetness. I twitched as he circled my oozing entrance with one thick digit. His thumb sought out my nub, putting pressure on the aching knot of nerves. I cried out softly, pushing my hips into his hand as he toyed with my most sensitive area.

James's breath hitched. “You're so fucking amazing,” he murmured, I moaned as his fingers moving faster. He leaned in, capturing my lips in a fiery kiss while his thumb continued to tease my sensitive nub.

I clenched around his finger, making James groan into the kiss, his other hand moving to grip my waist. He kept thrusting his finger deeper, feeling the incredible heat surrounding him. His thumb pressed harder against my sensitive nub, as I felt my release approaching.

I hid my face in his neck as I made uncontrollable noises. He entered with a second finger, making me hiss. My tight hole swallowed his fingers like it was starving. He dragged his digits in and out of me, the tips of his fingers scraping the delicate spot residing inside me. I moaned, tilting my head back against the counter. His fingers found a rhythm, his pace increasing as he continued to torment and pleasure my sensitive nub. "So fucking tight,”

my legs shook with the pace he set, the thrusting of his fingers in rhythm with his pummeling fingers. A groan left my lips, my eyes rolling back. As I began to lose control, James took it as a sign. He picked up the pace even more, his fingers now moving in and out like a lover possessed. His thumb finally found release for my sensitive nub, rubbing it hard and fast as I reached the peak of pleasure.

“'m c-close” I shuttered and dug my nails into his back.

“Cum for me,” he groaned, his fingers finding a new rhythm inside me as I felt myself nearing the edge. His thumb continued to work my sensitive nub, his free hand reached above my head, gripping the counter tightly to maintain balance.

I let out a loud moan, cumming hard over his fingers and palm. James groaned, feeling my tight walls squeeze around his fingers. I shuttered as his thumb continued to work on my sensitive nub, his other hand tightening its grip on the counter. “Fuck... you feel so good,” he breathed, his fingers still buried deep inside me.

my heart pounded against my chest as I tried to catch my breath. I swallowed hard as my eyes fluttered shut with a satisfied smirk. James slowly pulled his fingers out, I felt the mix of my cum and his pre-cum dripped onto the inside of my thighs. “I'll have to remember this position,” he teased, his voice low and rough with desire.

I smirked up at him and blindly reached for his hips, I pulled his body against mine in a needy way. “I n-need you inside me” I whispered, my voice rough from the moans he forced out of me.

“You really think you're ready for that?” He asked, his eyes flashing with desire.

I quickly nodded, pulling his body closer to mine “please…”

James chuckled, the sound vibrating against my skin made a shiver run down my spine. “Alright, but remember, I warned you.” With that, his hands grabbed my thighs and lifted them up, a moan fell from my lips as I felt him position his thick length at my aching entrance. I Instinctively pushed my hips up. This gave him a perfect angle to plunge into me as he teased his tip against my aching clit. I whined as he groaned deeply, still hazy from my climax but I never forgot I needed him inside me.

"Fuck..." James growled, my mouth dropped open as I felt every inch of him push deep inside me feeling as I tighten around his head. He pushed forward, slowly at first, as I stretched around his size. A strangled gasp escaped my throat. It felt like the air was stolen from my lungs. He rendered me breathless as he sank deeper inside you. “You're so damn tight,”

"I know," James groaned, pulling back slightly before thrusting forward again, I moaned and dug my nails into his back as he buried himself even deeper inside me. His hands had a death grip on my hips, possibly making marks that would show up the next morning. He held on tightly as he began to move faster, taking us both closer to the edge. “You feel so good,”

my lips separated as a loud moan forced its way from my chest. Finally, I got what I had been wanting since the day I met him. The euphoria was so strong, it was borderline painful.

“Oh fuck…” James panted, as I tighten around him with every thrust. He leaned down, his lips meeting mine in a rough, demanding kiss as he picked up the pace even more. “You're mine,” He growled against my lips. “Say it.”

“I-I'm yours!” I moaned, tugging at his hair. “I've always b-beem yours” I admitted without realizing.

James's thrusts grew harder and faster, his hips slamming against mine in a rhythm that threatened to send me over the edge a little too early. His free hand moved up to grip the side of the counter above my head, holding on tight as he lost himself in the sensation. “Fuck, yes... Cum for me”

I let out a loud moan, heat washing over me as his words pushed me over the edge. Growling, James groaned as my walls clenched around him. His hips stuttered in response, pushing as deep as he could go. He panted hard, feeling his own release drawing closer. With a final, powerful thrust, I felt my orgasm hit me like a truck. I came hard, making James's eyes roll back in his head triggering his own orgasam. His head fell against my chest, filling me up with his seed. His muscles tensed and shook against me, panting hard. "Fuck...,”

I wrapped my arms around his neck, painting as he painted my cervix white. I shuddered in sync with him, his seed hot inside my walls.

“You feel incredible,” he breathed out, his forehead resting against yours. “I've wanted this for so long.”

“M-me too” my breath hitched, pressing my forehead to his and nuzzling my nose against his.

He pulled out slowly, making me moan softly. “But you're mine now,” he growled, smirking down at me. “And we both know how much I love possessing what I can't have.”

I smirked. “Who says you can't have me?”

He chuckled, his chest still heaving from the intense release. “Oh, I could've,” he admitted, his fingers tracing soft patterns on my skin. “But the chase... the anticipation... that's what made it so damn irresistible.”

I chuckled, reaching up and placing my hand on his jaw, rubbing his cheek with my thumb. He chuckled and pecked me on the lips before standing up, he pulled his boxers back up and slowly sat me up from the counter. “let's get you cleaned up”

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“where did you two doofuses go?” Seeley asked. My cheeks turned red at my brother's question.

“Just covering more ground, making sure we didn't miss anything” James said quickly.

Temperance looked at the both of us with a knowing smile. The woman truly knew everything. “well…You look way more relaxed than you did this morning Y/n” Temperance said, making my cheeks go reader.

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[randymeekslvr]

i need some agent aubrey fanfictions IMMEDIATELY i need that man in a way that's concerning to feminism

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[joelslegalwhrereads]

Confessions

pairing ⁀➷  james aubrey x reader

word count⁀➷  900+

summary⁀➷ You and Aubrey are married but because you don't work together very often, the team doesn't know it yet, which changes when you all meet at the royal diner after a case.

warnings⁀➷ is marriage a warning?, some fluff, the case i mentioned is not a real case they had

a/n ⁀➷ i couldn’t resist writing for aubrey so i hope you’ll have as much fun reading as i had writing it x

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„I'm glad this case is over." Angela sighed as you entered the Royal Diner. „Me too. I'm afraid of marionettes anyway, I don't need them in my job. Ugh..." you shivered by the thought of the poor person.

You gathered around the table your team always had when you would go to the diner. At this point, any other table would feel just very wrong. „Are Hodgins and Aubrey on their way?" Cam asked the group. „Mhm, I guess. Aubrey told me he'd wait up for Hodgins because they had to take some notes for the report." Booth answered her.

This was your favourite part of every case, even though it wasn't all of you each time. Sitting at the diner together, talking about the things that happened, but also personal things. These people quickly became your best friends. They welcomed you from the second you stepped foot into the Jeffersonian and integrated you into their group. Now that Aubrey was working with Booth at the FBI, it would be even better.

„What can I get you guys?" Joanne smiled at us.

„The usual please." Booth and Brennan ordered, Cam didn't want anything but water and so did Angela.

„A burger, fries and a salad please." you smiled. „Alright, I'll be back in a sec." Joanne wrote everything down and left your table. You could feel the eyes of the others on you, „You seem hungry, Y/N." Brennan laughed lightly.

You chuckled, „Oh, it's for Aubrey.". Cam frowned and made the typical expression she always did when she was confused. Angela on the other hand already seemed to know what's up but kept it for herself.

„There they are!" Booth greeted Hodgins and Aubrey when they entered the diner. „Sorry it took longer than expected. He didn't accept the words normal people use." Aubrey sarcastically commented.

„Actually, it is usually very important to use the correct technical terms." Brennan commented. „Thank you." Hodgins said.

You grinned at the interaction between them. It's always like that, and it's exactly what makes them so lovable. Aubrey has been with the team for about a month, but you never had the chance to really work together during a case, until now.

Angela slid her chair a bit to the side to make room for Aubrey next to you, totally on purpose, of course. Hodgins meanwhile sat down on her other side. Just in time for the two to sit down, Joanna came back with a plate for Brennan, apple cake for Booth and your order.

„Here you go, anything else you'd like?" she asked. „No, thanks, Joanna." Booth smiled, and she nodded.

Aubrey smiled at you when he saw the plates in front of him. „Thank you." His hand caressed your tight. „I wouldn't dare to not order when I know exactly what your mood is like when you're hungry." you chuckled. The others were already in conversation, so they didn't listen to what you and Aubrey talked about.

He took a big bite of his burger, which he could barely get into his mouth, and exhaled happily. "I love you." he told the burger, and you had to laugh softly.

The others looked at him laughing. Everyone knew Aubrey's love for food.

Booth raised an eyebrow, "How do you even get that thing in your mouth?". "Oh, it'll fit somehow." Aubrey mumbled, his mouth still full. Booth just shook his head, but everyone could see the slight smirk.

"I really hope we can finally do a proper experiment next time," Hodgins sighed. "I'm not going to even ask what you're hoping for." Cam laughed. Hodgins started, „You know, we haven't-„

Suddenly they all went quiet. You chewed the fry you stole from Aubrey's plate. „Everything okay?" you asked carefully, swallowing. Aubrey looked just as confused as you did, as he handed you another one. Everyone's eyes got even wider at that.

Finally, Booth said, „James Aubrey does not share his food.", „Nor does anyone know what he's even ordering, as much as he always eats." Hodgins added.

Brennan's gaze would've almost been uncomfortable if you didn't know her so well. You chuckled, „Oh.". „We're married." Aubrey laughed, and you grinned when you both raised your hands at the same time to show them the wedding rings.

Booth looked like something hit him, „That explains a lot." Cam commented enlightened. „As if none of you have noticed," Angela laughed, „You're all so smart but so blind at normal things sometimes.". „I must confess that I should have noticed it. Congratulations, by the way." Brennan admitted and smiled at the last part of her sentence. "Thank you." you giggled. "Wait, how long have you guys been married?" Booth asked.

"Almost four years." Aubrey said, cracking a grin at Booth's facial expression. "So that's what Caroline always meant." Booth quietly talked to himself.

You could picture Caroline giving Seeley a poke in the back of the head for being so slow on the uptake.

„We don't make a secret out of it, I guess it just never really came up." you chuckled.

„Well now we know." Cam laughed. "As long as you let us know then when you're planning on having a little Aubrey or a little Y/N, I can just about forgive you for this one," Angela joked, and everyone broke out laughing. "Promised." You joined the laughter as Aubrey intertwined his hand with yours under the table and smiled at you.

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[coppertophomegurl]

James Aubrey and Ellie Bishop ate one (1) meal together at a local diner. 9 dead and 45 injured.

#these two are the biggest foodies and technically they live close enough that it could possibly happen #could you imagine their grocery bill if they ever got together #their government salaries would not be able to cover it even a little #bonestv #ncis #bones (2005) #bones on fox #naval criminal investigative service #ellie bishop #james aubrey #gibbs #leroy gibbs #leroy jethro gibbs #jethro gibbs #temperence brennan #temperance brennan #seeley booth #timothy mcgee #tony dinozzo #abby sciuto #jack hodgins #angela montenegro

[readingbookelf]

Mr. Whiskers - James Aubrey

Summary: Aubrey comes home with Skinner, the cat from a victim, without consulting your first. Luckily you adore cats.

Pairing: reader x James Aubrey

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You’re sitting on the couch when Aubrey comes home from work. You hadn’t heard from him a lot today, which is a bit unusual considering he normally sends you foodpics. But as soon as your eyes take in his face and posture you know. He’s done something you might not like. That man can’t lie to you, even if it was to save his life. You honestly love him for it, it’s cute.

“What did you do, James Aubrey,” fires from your mouth.

“So I might’ve done a thing, but I think you’ll actually like it this time,” he says hesitantly before running out the door and coming back with an orange cat.

A cat. He got you a cat while he was at work. He’s right that you like it, but you thought he’d at least inform you about such an important decision.

“You bought a cat,” you ask in a whisper while he sits down next to you.

The orange floof moves towards your lap covered by a blanket and rolls himself up, purring. You give him a hesitant pet. The purring only gets louder and warms your heart.

“Not really.”

You brows furrow together and then you feel the collar on the creature. On the collar hangs a nametag: Skinner. Aubrey would never name a cat Skinner.

“Oh, Aubrey, did you steal this cat? You’d never name it Skinner.”

“I didn’t steal the cat. We found him at the crime scene today. I couldn’t just leave him there with his owner dead.”

You exhale, relief flooding your body. It would be uncharacteristic of James to steal a cat, but the name had you worried for a second.

“Poor thing doesn’t have a home anymore,” you coo at the cat.

“It does now,” Aubrey states before putting his arm around you, tucking you into his side.

You look up at him and give him a tiny smile before giving him a sweet kiss.

“Yes, he does now,” you confirm.

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[swallowedbyfandom]

The first year surprising is not the hardest. Penelope is sad, angry and exhausted in general but everyone seems to respect the mourning period. They give her the space she needs to nurture her children and find her footing. Penelope herself allows us all (minus El) to coddle her. And the extra care an infant requires in addition to a toddler seems to help keep Penelope distracted from her grief during the day.

Agatha's second birthday leaves Pen in shambles. Luckily they are all still at Aubrey hall so there are plenty of family members around to pick up the slack. Thomas' first birthday however a week after the official day James' ship went down leaves Penelope near catatonic with grief for that entire week. It is just him, mother and the Stirlings. Mother tells him, Fran, and John to mind all the children, while she takes care of take of Penelope.

Mother spends the week cuddling and force feeding Penelope. She sleeps in her bed all throughout that week gently petting and singing her soothing lullabies. Mother lets Pen cry her heart out in her arms without empty words. Just cleans her face after and rubs her back until she falls asleep. It is perhaps the most devastating thing he has ever witnessed.

Mother tells them she had the same reaction for hyacinth's first birthday. She saids there is a special kind of heartbreak a mother experiences when you realize that your child has lived their entire life without ever feeling the loving embrace of their father. That James passing so near Thomas' birthdate just makes the hurt that much sharper.

Mother warns them that the second year is harder. Not emotionally but socially, everyone acts as if you should be healed magically. People will react rudely as if you are snubbing them if you decline their social invitations. Mother of course is correct. The second the first year is over, every fortune hunter and merry rake seems to be making overtures and coming to call as either a prospective husband or a bed warmer. Penelope treats every invasive guest to the tart tongue that made Whistledown so rich.

Penelope still wears her full mourning attire well into her second year, not yet ready to move on. She had privately told him she plans to do two years of full mourning before she moves on to a year of half mourning. That often times she wakes up and still expects James to be laid beside her. That she forgets sometimes that he is gone and she turns to tell him something. That she cannot imagine ending her mourning period when she still feels his presence so strongly.

Shortly after he escorts mother and Hyacinth back home from Scotland he gets drunk with his brothers and tearfully confesses his struggle with watching Penelope mourning for James. He spills his guts in the least eloquent way possible. James was his friend and a man he admired. He was happy when Pen and James fell in love and married. He was always content to receive a joint letter from them to update him oh their lives. He was always pleased with the places James suggested he visited on this travels. He was happy for them when they had Aggie, he shared their excitement when they found out about Thomas.

Now, in hindsight? It all pours out of him, how he realized his love too late. How he made his peace with it because James worshipped the ground Pen walked on. How he feels guilty for her suffering. If he had been smart enough to marry her, she wouldn't be a widow. She wouldn't be suffering.

However, he loves her children Aggie and Thomas are perfect he cannot imagine a life without them. How he knows she doesn't feel the same for him anymore but he will wait for her. He tells his brothers about the letter James sent him and how relieved he was to have his blessing.

He confesses how he still feels guilty and how he had planned to stay in Scotland longer but left because she is not ready for a new love and he can barely contain his feelings for her. He needs advice on how to be a supportive friend without the expectation of more. How can be best quell the overwhelming lust he feels for her. How he generally does not feel lust for people. He feels fleeting attraction at most and it usually dissipates rapidly.

Anthony is sympathetic and helpful, he is also very protective of Pen and the children. He tells Colin about the practicalities that need to be considered marrying a woman in Penelope's position. He points out emotional pitfalls that Colin had not considered but most importantly he tells Colin to take his time and sort himself out first. He encourages Colin to correspond with Penelope as a safe way to reconnect with her. He advisors short visits with Fran and Penelope to allow the children to retain comfort with him. This will also allow Penelope the comfort and support she needs. Most importantly he advises that Colin keep his feeling for Pen to himself until she is halfway through half mourning unless she brings the topic up. Truly he feels calmer now that he has something resembling a game plan.

He spends the next 4 months with his family in Aubrey Hall chasing after his nephews and his nieces. He sends letters off to Pen filled with Bridgerton shenanigans and inquires about her and the children. She responds with letters filled with nature walks taken with the children and stories of the milestones they have reached. She tells him of Thomas and little John's completive attempts at racing each other and running so erratically that it makes them look like tiny drunks stumbling through the gardens.

He tours Wales for 4 months and writes to Pen the entire time. He learns of Aggie's newfound love for all things canine. She despairs over how Thomas now removes his clothes to run nude whenever you take your eyes off him. He visits her for a month as she needed some help dealing with the harvest as Aggie had fallen sick and John and Michael were occupied with their own harvest and could not lend a hand. He tours Ireland for 4 months and visits her for two weeks after. He tours Scotland for 3 months before visiting her again for over 2 months due to severe storms and a winter fever outbreak. He revels in those cozy days spent with a child on his lap giving dramatic readings of fairytales and spooky stories. He watches impressed by Aggie's artistic endeavors. If he has a pile of her greatest works in this room that is his business.

The next 2 months he spends with Fran and her family moping over missing them. He takes Francesca's advice and drafts a letter that declares his intentions to properly court her, when she is ready. Fran states that Pen is ready but scared of opening her heart again, giving her a warning will allow her time to emotionally and mentally prepare.

Dearest Pen,

I am in love with you. I have been in love with you for years. I have known and loved you for so long that I genuinely do not even know when it happened. I just know that for almost half my life you were the person who I missed most. Yours was always the opinion I sought when in doubt. Your happiest was always what I sought above all else. Your approval always made me feel ten feet tall. Were I clever I would have recognized what all that meant.

However, I just assumed that was the way one felt about their friends, and you have always been my dearest friend. Looking back I see now, that in my ignorance I broke your precious heart.

I watched James sweep you for your feet, Pen. I was so happy for you. I had tried to teach you to have more confidence but it was James who taught you your value. His love and acceptance helped you grow in a way that was extraordinary to watch. When you wrote to me of your pregnancy I felt such an overwhelming amount of joy for you. I was so proud that you were living your dreams, Pen. I remained blissfully ignorant as to why I so often yearned for you until I held Aggie in my arms for the first time. She has your gorgeous face and glorious eyes.

I felt like I had been struck by lighting, Pen. In my mind whenever I allowed myself the passing thought of what my future children would be like it was always that face I pictured. That perfect little face with that exact shade of blue for eyes and my chestnut curls. How on earth did I miss that? It hit me which such embarrassing clarity. I have been in love with you forever and I helped you marry someone else.

It hurt I will not lie. The revelation that I had given you up unknowingly caused me a great deal of anguish. Even in my heartbreak I was still so happy for you, Pen. I could make my peace with it because you were happy, safe, and so very well loved. All I have ever wanted was your happiness.

I do not regret the choices that I have made that have led us here. Agatha and Thomas are perfect, Penelope. I love them as I love you, wholeheartedly and without reservations.

I am not asking you to forget James, I am not asking you to stop loving him. I am asking you to allow me the privilege of courting you. I am asking you to make room in your heart and family for me. I am asking for the honor of raising Agatha and Thomas with you. I am asking if god be willing to provide them with siblings.

I am yours, Pen. I have always been yours. If you are ready, I would like to begin by formally declaring my intentions to court you this upcoming 1821 season. I let you go once without a fight I shall not do so again.

A ll my Love,

Colin C. Bridgerton

Two weeks later he receives his response.

Dearest Colin,

I have been called a wit quite often in my lifetime. What kind of wit would I be If I dismissed such a beautiful declaration of intent? You already have a place in my heart and family, Col. That place is not one of romance currently, but If you believe can make it so. Who am I to dissuade you? Let us see what your romantic endeavors shall bring us, Mr. Bridgerton.

The children and I will be relocating with our household to Debling House in Mayfair for the upcoming 1821 season.

Affectionately,

Penelope Anne Debling

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Moments: Chapters 7-8

Moments Masterpost

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Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader

Summary: Slow-burn fic. Follow on to No Good Advice probably best to read that first. Read previous chapters of this fic here and here. In these chapters, James & his mum meet the Bridgerton family and Benedict makes a decision.

Word Count: 4.3k (these chapters only, 12.2k total for all chapters to date)

Warnings: none really - pining, fluff, humour, touch of angst. Ratings/warnings will increase in future chapters.

Authors note: I hope you all enjoy the latest adventures of little James Darby. Thanks as ever to @makaylan for her fantastic betaing and advice. Couldn't do this without you lady <3

Chapter 7: Moments from a family visit

Your carriage pulls up the long drive to Aubrey Hall, and your heart leaps. What a beautiful building, resplendent in flowers and vines. James leans forward excitedly, huffing mist onto the glass as he peers at the approaching house.

“Is this where Benedict lives?” he asks excitedly.

“It's his family's country home, darling, like Darby Hall is our family home. But it is not his; I believe he has his own cottage. Just like we do.”

“Oh, ok,” he nods, understanding better. “Can we see his cottage? I bet he has so many paints! Oh, mama, please? Can we? Can we?”

You huff a laugh. “Darling, I don't think his cottage is that near to here; I believe it is down in Wiltshire. This is Kent - that is a long way away.”

“Oh,” he looks a little deflated.

“But I'm sure Benedict has plenty of painting supplies right here,” you add, seeing James instantly brighten at that. “You like Mr Bridgerton, don't you?” you venture, a little trepidatious.

“He likes painting as much as me, so he is my favourite person ever,” James smiles gleefully as if that is the full measure of a man. “Except you, Mama,” he adds as a charming afterthought. The adorable little rascal.

“What would you say if I told you he wanted to spend more time with you?” you ask carefully, “not just painting,” you add as James goes to speak.

His mien turns thoughtful. “Why would I spend time with him other than to paint Mama?” he asks - a perfectly reasonable question.

“He is a… very special friend to me, from a long time ago. And a friend of mine must be a friend of yours too, James.” you reason. “Or the… friendship… cannot be.”

“He is very nice, Mama,” he says, looking far away. “Issy told me about him in a dream.”

“Who is Issy, my love?” you ask, wracking your brain for someone with that name.

“You haven't met her yet, Mama,” he says breezily.  

You can't think of a single person he knows you have not met, so you just assume it's one of his imaginary friends. He has such a rich imagination you marvel at him sometimes - every day, raising this child is a new adventure.

Your carriage pulling to a halt outside the main entrance has your mind turning to your hosts. Butterflies roar as you see the entire Bridgerton family emerge from the doorway. Chief amongst them, Benedict. He is all you can see as the footman opens the carriage and holds out an expectant hand for you to descend. The urge to run and fling yourself into his arms alarms you - a person of comfort in a sea of mostly new, expectant faces.

“Lady Darby,” Violet greets warmly as you step out. 

“Lady Bridgerton,” you reply, “thank you so much for inviting me early to spend time at your beautiful family home.”

“Please call me Violet,” she says.

“Then it's y/n, for everyone,” you insist, looking around politely.

Anthony steps forward with his beautiful wife “Apologies, my lord.” you correct yourself. “This is actually your home as the Viscount, isn't it?”

“Indeed, but my mother has always been best at leading introductions,” he smiles warmly. “Lady Darby, this is my wife, Viscountess Bridgerton.”

“Oh, it's been years, and I'm still not used to that title,” she says with a slight comic frown, “Please call me Kate.” warmly shaking your hand.

You see out of the corner of your eye Benedict is hovering expectantly, almost shyly, off to the side, slightly behind them.

James comes leaping out of the carriage behind you. “Benedict!” he cries happily and practically launches himself at the man. On instinct, Benedict crouches down to hug James.

That is rather a conversation stopper as everyone’s eyes crane to watch the young boy.

“That… is my son, James,” you say apologetically, “he has umm, been receiving art lessons from Mr Bridgerton,” you offer by way of explanation.

Violet has an enigmatic smile as she tears her sights away from James and back to you.

“He is a talented artist?” she inquires politely, but you feel there may be more to her question.

“Well, he is only five years old….” you begin.

“He's a master in the making,” Benedict finds his voice, “aren’t you, James?”

James nods happily, holding onto Benedict’s leg as he straightens back to standing.

You feel everyone looking at you, James, Benedict and back. A lot of thoughts behind silent eyes.

“Shall we head inside?” Violet announces. “You can meet everyone else later. I'm sure it's been a long journey from London, and you would like to freshen up and rest before dinner.”

“That sounds wonderful,” you reply, reaching your hand for James, making brief but meaningful eye contact with Benedict. He gives you a reassuring nod and smile.

“Come here, James,” you call gently when he doesn't move.

“I’d like to stay with Benedict,” James announces, grabbing his arm. “Mama said you might have some paint here,” he looks up hopefully.

Benedict huffs a laugh. “Maybe later, James, go with your mummy for now. I will see you at dinner, okay?”

James looks ponderous and then agrees reluctantly, “Okay.”

“What a delightful child,” Kate murmurs as you ascend the staircase into the house, “he has very striking eyes,” she adds a little too pointedly, with a smile you know has more meaning. 

You know. You just know she has already figured this out; she seems too fiercely intelligent not to have.

“Thank you” is all you can say. 

This is Benedict’s announcement to make to his family if he chooses to. You wouldn't blame him if he didn't; they seem quite a formidable bunch, friendly but rambunctious when gathered together. What a day this could prove to be.

___

By the time you appear for dinner, you are refreshed and ready to face what could be a gauntlet. No doubt there have been precious few other topics of conversation, but the young widow with the little boy who ran straight to Benedict. 

“Lady Darby,” Violet gestures, “you and James are sat down here with me”. You take your seats and realise Benedict is opposite you, next to his mother. His eyes meet yours over the table, and he smiles. 

You itch to ask him what his plan is for this dinner. You really don’t want him admitting to being James’ father while he is in earshot.

You are introduced to the remainder of the family around the dinner table, minus Daphne and her husband and child, who you’re told will arrive the following day. 

Conversation flows spiritedly as appetisers are served. It’s unusual that all the children, including Kate and Anthony’s eldest son, who is three, are also at the table, but you’re glad James can join in. Experience what it’s like to be a part of a social evening. It’s been just the two of you for so long that you’re worried he will become anxious around other people. Luckily he seems unphased and engaged with everyone. Like his father, he can have an easy-going natural charm when he wants to. He has Eloise and Kate wrapped around his little fingers in no time. 

“Benedict, can we paint tomorrow?” James calls out across the table as dessert is served. The conversation seems to quieten suddenly.

“If it’s okay with your mummy, yes, I think so, James,” Benedict answers, “if the weather is good, perhaps we can paint outside again.”

“That would be so nice!” James chimes, “I really like the easel you gave me. I’ve painted so many things with it.”

“You bought James an easel, my love?” Violet inquires gently, touching Benedict’s wrist, “Do you do that for all of your art students?”

“No, mother, just the very talented ones,” he replies, attempting nonchalance but coming out somewhat awkwardly.

Violet hums and takes a bite of dessert, then turns to your son.

“Tell me, little James, do you collect anything? Perhaps, oh, I don’t know, pressed flowers or something like that?” She glances briefly at Benedict as she asks.

“Yes!” James chimes, “I collect rocks! From places I visit, or when I see one in a pretty colour.”

“That’s fascinating!” Violet enthuses.

You look over and see Benedict staring at James open-mouthed. You'd neglected to mention that little inheritance. Frankly, there are so many similarities you almost wouldn't know where to begin.

“And what a coincidence! My lovely second son here used to do the exact same thing as a child, didn’t you, darling?” she pats Benedict’s hand affectionately but pointedly.

“He still does,” it has slipped out of your mouth over your wineglass before you’ve even engaged a thought.

Oh shit.

It’s hushed around the table now. Benedict's shocked look swaps from your son to you.

Your cheeks burn hot, “…or that’s what he told me,” you mumble mortified, putting down your glass to stab at your dessert. Too little, too late.

You can feel Violet’s eyes on you. An enigmatic smile.

“Benedict, dear, is there anything you wish to share with us?” Violet asks, feigning innocence.

“Perhaps later, mother,” he responds with a pleading look, glancing at James briefly and then back to her.

She pats his hand and smiles, then addresses the whole table. “Come on, eat up, my dears. This delicious gooseberry pie won’t finish itself!”

The buzz of conversation picks up again, and Benedict shoots you a look. You mouth ‘sorry’. This wasn't how you wanted things to go. You decide you have probably had enough wine for the night.

“Benedict, can I see your rock collection, please?” James pipes up as he cleans his plate.

“Yes, James, but sadly, it’s not here,” Benedict explains.

“Is it in Wiltshire? Mummy says that’s where your cottage is. We have a little cottage too, and it’s my most favourite house we own. When can we visit your cottage?”

You almost drop your spoon. If it was quiet before when they conversed, it’s silent now. 

“James, it’s rude to ask for an invitation to someone’s house,” you admonish tacitly. 

“No, not at all. Of course, you are most welcome. You can accompany me to Wiltshire next time I go,” Benedict nods, “I shall invite some other students of mine, make it an artists retreat, as such” you can tell he is covering his tracks a little.

“Fun!” James exclaims. 

Benedict clears his throat as dessert gets cleared away and after-dinner chocolates are placed on the table. “Everyone, I would like to make an announcement later in the drawing room. For just the adults.”

“What? why?” Hyacinth whines, “Why do we always miss out on the best information? I am fifteen now, brother.”

“Yes, and I am sixteen,” pipes up Gregory.

“I'm sorry, are either of those numbers higher than eighteen?” Benedict queries sarcastically, raising an eyebrow at them.

They both groan and cross their arms defensively.

“I'm five,” James announces proudly to the room, half understanding the game but enthusiastic about being included. 

Everyone peals with friendly laughter, and Colin leans over and ruffles his hair affectionately. “Indeed you are, James.”

James' nanny comes to collect him and take him to bed, just as you all spill into the hallway on your way to the drawing room.

“Goodnight, everybody,” James calls, the little charmer he is.

There is a chorus of goodnight Jameses’. He takes his nanny’s hand, but sudden runs back and hugs you, throwing his hands around your waist. 

“Aww, goodnight, my love,” you whisper lovingly, swaying him a little.

“Goodnight, Mummy,” he looks up at you with his big beautiful eyes, so you lean down and kiss his cheek.

Then he runs straight over to Benedict and hugs his legs.

“Goodnight, Benedict,” his little voice says.

A universe of emotions crosses Benedict’s face, and everyone else freezes in place.

“Goodnight, James,” Benedict replies quietly, patting his hair.

“Can I have a kiss on the cheek, like the other day?” James asks sweetly.

Benedict’s cheeks dust an adorable shade of pink. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Eloise's mouth drop open.

To your utter astonishment, Benedict leans down and hauls James into his arms, placing him on his hip. “It's time for bed, young man,” he lectures softly, then kisses his cheek as requested. “Now, do you need a bedtime story, or will you be able to read one yourself?”

The two of them together are your whole focus. You watch them clutching your chest, not even noticing the eye tennis of the rest of the gathering. 

“I can read all by myself,” James answers proudly, looping his arms around Benedict's neck.

“Well, that's because you are such a smart boy, aren't you?” 

“Yes. Mummy says I get my brain from her,” James replies, and Benedict laughs.

“I don't doubt it for a second.”

“She says I get my charm from my Daddy,” he adds with a winning smile.

Benedict looks over James' shoulder at you, and your cheeks burn. “I bet she did,” he chuckles.

You feel Violet looking at you again.

‘I'll join you all shortly,” Benedict says over his shoulder, giving you a lingering glance, then starts to walk away towards the staircase, James still in his arms. The two of them engaged in a quiet conversation, your nanny following behind them.

“I don't think this announcement he has to make will be much of a surprise, do you?” Colin pipes up cheekily once they are out of earshot.

You'd like the ground to swallow you up right now.

“Colin!” Violet admonishes, “whatever Benedict has to say to us all, his family, will be treated with the utmost respect and sincerity.”

“Yes, mother,” he grumbles dutifully, with an eye-roll.

As everyone drifts into the drawing room, Kate comes over and loops arms. “Pay no mind to my brother-in-law,” she counsels, “You'll get used to him. If you marry a Bridgerton, you’ll have to; they’re sort of a package deal,” she winks.

It's only after you sit down do you realise what she said.

___

Benedict slips into the drawing room about five minutes later and crouches down behind the chair you are seated in as you listen to Eloise rhapsodise about the book she is currently reading.

“I hardly think it’s going to be a surprise now, but I am going to announce James as my child,” he whispers, “I would like you to stand with me if that's alright?”

“Really,” you murmur, “why?”

“Moral support?” he shrugs, and you see a slight tinge of anxiety on his face for the first time.

“Of course,” you offer.

He moves to stand next to your chair and offers his arm. He walks you in front of the fireplace; you feel the literal heat on the back of your legs as you prepare for heated glances from the gathered family.

“Everyone,” he annunciated clearly, “I would like to announce to the family some important news.”

“When’s the big day?” Colin teases. Eloise violently tosses a cushion at him.

“Oh... no… it's not… that” Benedict suddenly looks flustered and drops his arm from yours. You lower your head. Nothing could be further from the reality at the moment, much to your chagrin.

“Tell us then, brother,” Anthony prompts, acting very much the patriarch.

“You all met James earlier, and well, although this can never be public knowledge, I very much wanted you all, my family, to know that… he is my son” his voice wavers a little. “Many of you may remember about six years ago I was… in a relationship with Mrs Darby before she got married to the man she was promised to her whole life,” he rushes to add, “and that resulted in, well, little James.”

He looks over at his mother.

“Mother, I know this is not the ideal way you would want to hear about another grandchild, who is already five years old, but well, I wanted to be truthful with you. And with you all,” he gestures around the room, “I only just met him myself a few days ago, but he is very important to me.” 

Your eyes mist as he speaks plainly but passionately about your son. His son.

“Benedict dear, I am so very happy for you. And another grandson, I am overjoyed, and I look forward to spending so much time getting to know him this week. But, you do realise, this is not exactly the news we were expecting you to announce?” she says gently.

“Whyever not?”Benedict looks shocked.

“Darling, the minute he stepped out of that carriage, I knew. We all knew,” she explains slowly. She gestures at a row of miniatures on the wall depicting all the Bridgerton children. “Do you really think the spitting image of you would not be a total giveaway?”

You are instantly drawn closer to the picture; it looks so much like James you are speechless. 

“This is Benedict?” you gasp.

“Yes, dear, aged seven,” she confirms as you run your fingers reverentially over the miniature painting. He has the same hair, eyes, and face; it's disconcerting how much James looks exactly like his father at a similar age.

“We honestly thought you knew that we knew already. And certainly wouldn't feel the need to announce it so formally,” she chuckles, “Kate and I had already discussed buying him some family blue outfits.”

You steal a glance at Kate, who just smiles and shrugs a shoulder.

“Wait?” Anthony says, standing, “You all knew?” 

All the women in the room nod.

“I didn't,” Colin opines from the couch. “Well, not until he put the little whelp to bed, then I couldn't exactly unsee it.”

“I had no idea,” Anthony remarks, frowning to himself and then looking pointedly at his wife. Her smirk gets even bigger.

“What a surprise, always the men who are the last to cotton on,” Eloise mutters, rolling her eyes.

Anthony shoots her a look and then clamps his hand onto Benedict's shoulder. “Well, maybe not traditional circumstances, but I’m happy for you, brother. Welcome to fatherhood.”

“Thank you, brother,” Benedict exhales, looking relieved.

“So... no other news?” Violet inquires.

“No, mother,” Benedict says brusquely and a little too pointedly. 

“Hmm, shame,” she mutters under her breath and smiles indulgently at you.

A little while later, you see Violet take Benedict's arm and whisper something in his ear. You have no idea what, but it looks like he is getting a stern but loving motherly lecture. 

When she is done, he looks over at you in a way that is so intense and full of longing it steals your breath. 

Suddenly light-headed, you have to excuse yourself for the night.

Chapter 8: Moments from a country ball

The next evening the ballroom of Aubrey Hall is humming with people and looks beautiful. The bustle of staff setting out flowers earlier in the day has been replaced by the lazier-paced members of the Ton admiring the floral displays and quaffing their champagne.

You nervously smooth your gloved hands down over your blue dress. You specifically asked Madam Delacroix to make you a gown that would match the Bridgerton family colours. She had just winked. “Certainly, ma cherie, they are quite the family”. The lady knows far too many secrets.

With James tucked up in bed for the evening after a fun day exploring the estate just the two of you, it’s your chance to enjoy some grown-up company. You grab a glass of champagne and watch the assembled young ladies and gents take their place for the first dance.

Suddenly you feel a presence by your left side.

“You look beautiful,” Benedict murmurs. All of your body lights up from just a simple compliment.

“Thank you,” you say quietly and bump him lightly with your shoulder, “and you look very handsome,” you add, looking up into his eyes.

Oh god, that was a mistake. Trapped again. Unable to look away.

“I was hoping you would do me the honour of a dance, Mrs Darby,” sotto voce, your gaze still locked on his.

“Don’t call me that,” you implore, “please just call me by my first name.”

“Will you do me the honour of a dance, y/n?” he amends a little smirk on his lips.

“Yes,” you are far too breathy.

You have never danced with him before. The simple act of being in a respectable hold sends your thoughts scattering. In the past, you have mapped every inch of this man’s body with your tongue, but the feel of his arm curled gently around your back undoes you.

You are swept up into the dance. Into him. The father of your child. The best lover you ever had. The person that feels most like home and an adventure all at once.

“What are you thinking about?” He asks quietly after a few minutes as you move around the dancefloor, “you look so wistful.”

“You,” you admit simply. 

“Oh,” he looks bashful, “what about me?”

“How different things can be after so many years, but also strangely how it can be as if no time has passed at all.” you sigh.

He inhaled sharply. “I couldn’t agree more” his intense gaze drops to your lips as the music ends, but you stay locked in each other’s arms.

“Benedict…” you stutter, “I….”

“Is this the reason?” A woman’s voice cuts into your reverie.

You look over to see Miss Elliott standing nearby, arms crossed, looking at Benedict with a sour expression.

“Miss Elliott?” You greet hesitantly.

Her head whips to you, and she frowns when she recognises you “wait… Mrs Darby?” she shakes her head a little “You? You are the one he…” she stops mid-sentence looking stunned. 

“Oh….” She turns her heel and bustles away.

“Miss Elliott,” Benedict calls, “wait.” 

He gives you an apologetic look and then takes off after her, leaving you suddenly alone on the dancefloor.

You feel eyes on you, those who just witnessed the odd moment. So you walk briskly to grab a refreshment before anyone can corner you and ask questions. You plan to retire to the terrace to get some air, your thoughts a jumble. 

As you step outside, you revel in the feel of the evening air, cool on your skin. You take a sip of lemonade and look around for a seat until you hear voices below. Curious, you move into earshot.

“…I thought we had an agreement,” the woman sighs.

“Circumstances have altered,” is the reply. You’d recognise that voice anywhere. 

Benedict.

You know you shouldn’t, but you draw closer, standing behind a stone column so you'll be hidden even if they look up.

“How?” she asks; a peek around the column tells you it's Miss Elliott.

“I am reconsidering how my future may look,” he says slowly. “I have recently received news that has, well, it’s changed my whole life. My whole perspective on everything; I desire and want for things I thought impossible.”

Your heart pounds.

“What?” She asks. 

Yes, what? You think.

“A wife I love. Children.” 

Those five words have you spinning.

“I thought that the exact opposite of what you wanted?” She argues

“It was,” he admits, “but sometimes life throws you the most… amazing surprises, and I would be a fool not to at least try to get what I want. What I’ve always wanted.”

You feel your hands shaking. 

“Is it her? Mrs Darby? The one to whom your heart belongs? I saw the way you two were looking at each other when you were dancing.”

“It’s not just her,” his voice emotional, “it’s someone else. A very special someone I recently met.”

Oh god, he means James.

“Someone so perfect and wonderful. The love I feel for them. Even though I’ve only spent a few precious moments with them… It’s so profound and life-altering. I never knew…” he sounds choked up.

You feel a tear roll down your face.

“You are irrevocably in love, aren’t you?” She says quietly, resigned.

There is no audible response.

She sighs. “Where does that leave me?” 

“I am so sorry,” he replies sincerely, “I will try my best to find you another who would be favourable to this type of match. I know of some artists who have such arrangements. Perhaps they have friends seeking the same. So you can be free to love who you love.”

“Mr Bridgerton, thank you, but… I will be okay. I am not annoyed. Just disappointed. This was always about convenience. I wish nothing but the best for you. I just hope it works out for you.”

“So do I”, you hear him sigh. Then the crunch of footsteps on gravel as one, if not both, of them walk away.

You stay leaning against the column, closing your eyes, your head spinning with all you just overheard. 

So wrapped up in your thoughts and feelings that you don’t hear footsteps up the stone steps from the garden below until it’s too late to flee.

“Y/n?” You open your eyes and see him standing a few feet before you. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, it's a little stuffy inside; I came out just this moment for some air,” you lie.

He steps closer. “Why have you been crying?” His voice suddenly filled with concern.

“Benedict…” you breathe, and his arms enclose you in a tight embrace.

“What happened? Tell me,” he implores, rocking you gently. His cheek pressed against your temple. The warmth of his body seeping into yours.

You can’t tell him you are crying because you overheard him, all the beautiful things he said; it feels like such an invasion of his privacy.

“No, no, I’m okay,” you dismiss, “just happy tears,” your explanation is intentionally vague.

“Happy tears? What do you mean?” He cranes his head back slightly and looks at you, confused.

“I… just… I can’t explain it. But please just hold me,” you whisper.

“Of course. Always,” he breathes, and you wrap yourself around him, pressing your face into his neck, inhaling his scent. He says nothing, just lets you stand in his arms.

Unseen by you both, Violet appears in the doorway to the terrace and smiles to herself. 

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Introduction to My Harry Potter Imagines

Characters I can do:

1890s Hogwarts:

Ominius Gaunt

Sebastian Sallow

Garrath Weasley

Leander Prewett

Pre-Marauders:

Molly Prewett/Weasley

Bellatrix Black/Lestrange

Rita Skeeter

Arthur Weasley

Andromeda Black/Tonks

Lucius Malfoy

Narcissia Black/Malfoy

Gilderoy Lockhart

Alice Fortescue/Longbottom

Frank Longbottom

Ted Tonks

Marauders:

Sirius Black

Peter Pettigrew

Remus Lupin

James Potter

Lily Evans/Potter

Severus Snape

Bartemius Crouch Jr

Mary MacDonald

Dorcas Meadowes

Regulus Black

Evan Rosier

Pandora Rosier/Lovegood (or Lestrange, IDK what her canon last name is)

Xenophilius Lovegood

Marlene McKinnon

Golden Trio Era:

Harry Potter

Ronald Weasley

Hermione Granger/Weasley

Luna Lovegood/Scalamander

Ginerva Weasley/Potter

Draco Malfoy

Neville Longbottom

George Weasley

Fred Weasley

Percy Weasley

Bill Weasley

Charlie Weasley

Oliver Wood

Dean Thomas

Seamus Finnigan

Cedric Diggory

Blaise Zabini

Theodore Nott

Post Golden Trio: These stories will take place while each child is in at least 5th year. I've also added their Houses, just in case it is needed.

Victoire Weasley - Ravenclaw (Bill x Fleur)

Fred Weasley - Gryffindor (George x Angelina)

Molly Weasley - Gryffindor (Percy x Aubrey)

Dominique Weasley - Gryffindor (Bill x Fleur)

James Potter - Gryffindor (Ginny x Harry)

Louis Weasley - Ravenclaw (Bill x Fleur)

Lucy Weasley - Ravenclaw (Percy x Aubrey)

Rose Granger-Weasley - Gryffindor (Ron x Hermione)

Albus Potter - Slytherin (Ginny x Harry)

Roxanne Weasley - Gryffindor (Fred x Angelina)

Hugo Granger-Weasley - Gryffindor (Ron x Hermione)

Lily Potter - Gryffindor (Ginny x Harry)

Teddy Lupin - Hufflepuff (Remux x Tonks)

Non-Canon Characters:

Delphini Riddle: Post Golden Trio Era (Teddy's age, possibly a year older). Lovechild of Bellatrix and Voldemort

Mattheo Riddle: Marauders Era, Lovechild of Tom Riddle and an unnamed Witch.

Lorenzo Berkshire: Golden Trio Era

PLEASE NOTE: If there is a non-canon character or a character we as a fandom do not know a lot of canon facts about, I will write them how ***I*** see them!

MASTERLIST

#harry potter #hp x reader #harry potter x reader #narcissa malfoy #astoria malfoy #lucius malfoy #draco malfoy #scorpius malfoy #potterhead #albus severus potter #lily potter #severus #albus dumbledore #chamber of secrets #harrypotter #percy weasley #george weasley #rose granger weasley #charlie weasley #ginny weasley #victoire weasley #garreth weasley #hogwarts legacy #sirius orion black #sirius x lupin #sirius and james #sirius black #mattheo riddle #mattheoxreader #tom riddle

[liberty-barnes]

(Y/n) Lively-Reynolds Take A Lie Detector Test | Vanity Fair

Part 10 of the (Y/n) Lively-Reynolds series

Tom Holland x Singer/Actress!Lively-Reynolds!Reader

Summary: (Y/n) Lively-Reynolds takes a lie detector test. It goes about as well as you can imagine it.

Warnings: philosophical questions that might make you question your existence, I suppose

Word Count: 1.7k words

Estimated Reading Time: 8 minutes

A/N: Only the epilogue and bonus chapters left now, not gonna lie, I’m feeling a bit emotional about it :’) Also little cameo from James Aubrey from Bones cause I just love him so much.

Masterlist | Series Masterlist

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The image opens to (Y/n) Lively-Reynolds sitting in Vanity Fair’s lie detector test room. She’s being hooked up to the machine.

“This isn’t gonna hurt, is it? I’ve never taken a lie detector test before.”

The blonde woman in charge of the polygraph shakes her head.

“You’re gonna be fine.”

As soon as she’s hooked up, a man starts speaking off-screen.

“Is your name (Y/n) Lively-Reynolds?”

She looks at him with a brow quirked.

“Yes.”

She’s leaning forward in her chair, elbows resting on the table.

“Are you twenty-four years old?”

“I am.”

“Are you about to take a polygraph exam?”

She blinks slowly.

“To the best of my knowledge, yes.”

The image cuts to a white screen with bold black lettering on it, spelling out (Y/n) Lively-Reynolds tells the truth.

The image comes back to her, sitting at the table, with the polygraph on the top left corner.

“How are you feeling?”

She leans back in her chair, looking like the very picture of nonchalance.

“Good. Confident that I’ll pass.”

“You shouldn’t have a problem if your answers are truthful.”

She smirks.

“Which is why I’m confident.”

She briefly looks over at the polygrapher, who nods.

“See? I’m telling the truth.”

The screen then shows a manila folder with the word Career stamped on it.

“First of all, let’s talk about your career. Would you say you prefer acting to music?”

She shakes her head.

“No.”

“Is music your true passion, then?”

“I’d say they’re both on the same level.”

The polygraph shows no sign of wavering.

“Did you like your character in Supernatural?”

She smiles, probably remembering her time on the show.

“Yes, very much so.”

“Have you ever regretted taking part in the show?”

She immediately shakes her head.

“No. Never.”

“Have you ever regretted any of the movies or shows you’ve participated in?”

She purses her lips.

“No, I don’t think so.”

“Why not?”

She pauses for a few seconds, measuring her words.

“I think every show was an experience. I learned something from each of them, and I made some good friends. There’s something good to be taken from all of them, and I don’t think I could regret that.”

She looks at the polygrapher, who only nods in a confirmation that she’s telling the truth.

“Which of the characters you played did you identify with the most?”

She widens her eyes a bit, puffing out a breath.

“Helena from Heartbeat, maybe?”

“Which director did you like to work with the most?”

She doesn’t even hesitate at that one.

“Chloé Zhao, definitely.”

“Has Marvel ever contacted you to participate in a movie?”

She shook her head.

“No.”

“What about DC?”

“Also no.”

She licks her lips, smacking them together.

“You’ve said recently that you’re going to take a small break from acting. Do you have any idea how long it’ll last?”

“As long as I deem fit.”

The image cuts to another manilla folder, this time with the word Serendipity stamped on it.

“Your second album, Serendipity, is coming out in three months’ time, so let’s talk about that. First of all, how many songs will your next album have?”

“Thirteen. Same as Stepping Stones.”

Her lip twitches slightly.

“Which one is your favourite?”

She looks down at the table, contemplating the answer.

“It changes pretty frequently, but right now, maybe track five.”

“You’re not gonna give us the name?”

She grins smugly.

“Nope.”

“How soon after finishing Stepping Stones did you start writing it.”

She smiles.

“During, actually. Originally, this was supposed to be all one album, but I later decided to separate it into two.”

She looks pointedly at the camera.

“Which is why you’ve heard so many unreleased songs.”

“Would you say the songs in this album are better?”

She purses her lips.

“Not necessarily better, but they definitely have a different vibe to them. Stepping Stones was more songs about myself, growing up, and the things I went through to get where I am. Serendipity is a much more…settled album. While Stepping Stones was all reminiscing, Serendipity is living in the moment, realising the things we have and being grateful for them.”

She smiles.

“Did you have any help writing it?”

She nods.

“Yes, of course. Taylor helped a lot, obviously. But I also spent quite a fair amount of time around Louis and Harry. Tomlinson, I mean. I really admire their writing, and they’re ace people, too. They made writing fun and not too intimidating.”

She straightens up a little in her chair, squirming uncomfortably at the bar around her chest.

“Will you start all your albums with the letter S?”

She snorts.

“I don’t know, maybe. That’s still to be decided.”

“Have your parents and boyfriend listened to it yet.”

She scrunches her nose happily.

“No, actually. I’m making them wait until the album is released just like everyone else.”

“Are they okay with that?”

She laughs.

“Absolutely not, no. They’ve taken to either bribing me or pouting in an attempt to get me to give them the album. It won’t work, obviously.”

She looks to the polygrapher.

“Can you confirm that I’m telling the truth so maybe they’ll stop hassling me about it?”

She nods.

“You're telling the truth.”

“Will you be performing at the Grammys this year?”

She quirks her lips.

“That’s for me to know and you to wonder.”

The next manilla folder has the words General Questions stamped on it.

“Let’s get a bit broader, now. Do you prefer living in England or in the US?”

She purses her lips.

“England.”

“Why’s that?"

She shrugs.

“I like rain and people understand my humour much better.”

“Have you adopted a British accent since you moved?”

She quirks a brow.

“I don’t think so, no.”

“How do you take your tea?”

“Splash of milk, two sugars, 'cause I need sweetness in my life. Tom glares at me every time.”

She smirks.

“What’s your favourite thing to do to relax?"

Her smile softens considerably.

“Read. We made sure to get a house with a bay window, and then turned that room into a library. I just sit there for hours on end reading whenever I get the chance.”

“Would you ever want to have children?”

She scrunches her nose minutely.

“Probably. But not right now, at least.”

“Are you and Tom engaged?”

She laughs and holds up her left hand.

“No ring on this finger.”

She leans back in her seat.

“Do you like your mother or father better?”

She groans.

“This question’s been asked a hundred times already, I swear. I like them both equally.”

She rolls her eyes at the ceiling.

“What’s your favourite tattoo?”

She rubs her hand over her collarbone.

“My most recent one.”

“Who was the last person you texted?”

Her eyes widen.

“Uh…”

She takes out her phone, scrolling a bit.

“Tom. I asked him to buy popcorn for tonight.”

She locks her phone again.

“It’s movie night, we’re watching This Is Us again cause I miss Louis but he’s off being a pop star.”

The last manilla folder has the word Philosophy stamped on it.

“Ready for an existential crisis?”

She smirks.

“Always.”

“What would you say is mankind’s greatest flaw?"

She looks into the void, deep in thought.

“Greed.”

“Do you believe in God?”

She shrugs.

“I believe in something.”

“Does practice make perfect?”

She shakes her head.

“Perfection is a myth. Practice makes permanent.”

“What happens when you die?”

She blinks dazedly.

“I mean, I know I look like one, but I’m not actually a Goddess. Hell if I know.”

“If you could do one thing with no permanent consequences, what would it be?”

She purses her lip, scrunching her nose afterwards.

“Not to sound suicidal, but go to the deepest parts of the sea with no protective gear so I could just…see and feel the underwater world.”

She smiles.

“It’s why I love to go diving. The ocean’s pretty.”

“Is the grass greener when you’re in love?”

Her eyes crinkle from how wide her smile is.

“My plants sure are, since Tom actually remembers to water them.”

“How much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?”

“Seven hundred and fourteen.”

She nods decidedly.

“What is one rule you live by?”

“Keep calm and punch homophobes.”

Her lip twitches.

“What’s something you could never give up?”

“My family.”

“How would you like to die?”

“Loved.”

She smiles softly.

“And last one: at any point during this interview, did you lie and we didn’t catch you?”

She smirks.

“Yes.”

End of video.

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yn_my_beloved: THAT’S IT THEY’RE ENGAGED I’M CALLING IT THAT’S WHAT SHE LIED ABOUT

tomyntheones reply to yn_my_beloved: (Y/n) never lies tho, so it would have to be something she HAD to do. I’m betting it’s a Marvel contract cause then she would have to stay quiet about it. Besides, if they were engaged she would have told us.

yn_my_beloved reply to tomyntheones: They hid their relationship for three years. They would 100% not tell us just so they could watch us freak.

tomfuckinghotland: I shouldn’t find this hot but fuck if seeing her lie flawlessly isn’t turning me on. How the fuck tho? Like was the polygrapher just bad, or?

Jimmy Aubrey reply to tomfuckinghotland: Actually, no, that’s the annoying part. As a licensed polygrapher myself, I didn’t spot any sign of lies. Which is annoying, cause now I’m just as clueless as the rest of you.

iphoneconspiracies28: “I miss Louis” fucking mood

tomynschild: THE ANSWER TO THE WOODCHUCK QUESTION THO. 714. 7/14. SOMETHING BIG’S HAPPENING ON JULY 14TH I’M CALLING IT NOW I JUST DON’T KNOW WHAT IT IS.

steppingstonesholland: Yes? YES? (Y/n) NEVER LIES WTF WHY?

(Y/n) Lively-Reynolds ✔ reply to steppingstonesholland: I wanted to see if I could. Besides watching you panic is fun ;)

steppingstonesholland reply to (Y/n) Lively-Reynolds ✔: Having fun at our expense sounds a bit psychopathic ngl but you do you

#libby writes #tynlrs #the (y/n) lively reynolds series #tom holland #tom holland x reader #lively reynolds!reader #singer!reader #actress!reader #marvel #louis tomlinson #harry styles #taylor swift #blake lively #ryan reynolds

[shelbgrey]

Falling in love with James Aubrey after losing Lance Sweets:

Paring: James Aubrey x Hodgins!Reader, previously Lance Sweets x wife!Reader

Summary: learning to fall in love again after your husband Lance passes away. - there will be a part 2!

🩷MasterList 🩷Part 2

you first met James Aubrey when he helped you and your husband Lance figure out who framed your best friend Seeley Booth.

Your first thoughts of him was that he was kinda adorable with his extreme eating habits and goofy personality.

“he's adorable” you whispered to Booth, when you said it back then you didn't mean it as you were attract to him. You ment as if someone called a small child adorable.

What you didn't know was he was smitten when he saw you, he thought you were beautiful and extremely smart. He couldn't stop staring at you and your husband and best friend noticed.

Lance trusted you and it was clear you weren't interested to Aubrey, he let it go and focused on the case. He was still sharp towrds him though, he was checking his wife out after all.

Booth had a different reaction, he thought it was humorous but wanted to Inform him before he started playing with fire. He took Aubry aside without you two knowing “married” he pointed at you, he then pointed to Lance. “husband”

He didn't know why it hurt so much, especially do to the fact you guys just met, but there was something about you and he couldn't get you out of his head. He really tried to let it go but failed, he had a crush on a married woman.

“don't worry” Seeley said, patting his back. “you'll get over it like the rest of them” meaning everyone has had a crush on you at least once.

To make matters worse he was there to witness your husband getting gun down. He felt tears run down his cheek as he watched you hold Lance lifeless body and sob.

“please don't leave me” you cried and rested your forehead on his. “I love you so much” Lance said softly

James didn't know what to do, he wanted to help some how but he only stood there in shock.

Seeley tried to separate you and Lance but you weren't having it. “he's not dying! Please Temperance help me” you cried.

Temperance was trying to hold it together herself. She held back her tears and looked at her husband then back at you. “honey... He's gone”

Seeley made his final good by in privet. “I'll make sure they're alright... Y/n and Charlotte both, I promise to protect them”

And just like that the love of your life was gone, it left a huge whole in your heart and all you wanted to do was avenge Lance.

What hurt you most was telling your daughter Charlotte that her daddy was gone, and on top of that your son hadn't even been born yet.

You stayed strong for your daughter, she had yet to real learn about death. She would have with when her gold fish Gus died but Lance replaced it while she was at preschool. All she knew was her daddy was in Heaven now.

You couldn't sleep on Lance's side of the bed, work got harder, and you just started to drift through time. Your brother Jack got worried about you and asked you and your daughter to move in with him and Angela.

It was a nice change, you got to be with your big brother, who you saw as your hero and Charlotte had the opportunity to grow up with her cousin Michael-Vincent.

A couple months went by and you started to feel better, you knew Lance wouldn't want you to be in so much pain so you tried to just live every day in his name.

Suprisenly James became a good friend to you, for awhile he forgot about his crush on you and just wanted to be there for you and your Daughter.

He made you laugh, the first time you really laughed since Lance passed away was when you went on a case with Seeley and James. It was video game company and James stoped to take a goofy selfie with a bigfoot. Seeley would have told him to knock it off, but it was the first time he heard you laugh in a while and he didn't want to take that away from you.

The more you hung out the more he fell for you and it scared the hell out of him... The both of you. At the time you didn't want another relationship, Lance was the love of your life and you always thought you only get one. You were scared you were giving off the wrong signals to him. Your kindness has been mistaken for flirting before.

Two years passed and your friendship with James only grew stronger. He was their when your son Seeley Lance Sweets was born. He was in the waiting room while your brother and Angela was there comforting you.

James got to be one of the first few to hold little Seeley and was aw struck. Once he saw that little boy he made a promised that he'd protect him and his sister from now on.

People noticed how differently James would treat you. He was naturally a kind man, but with you he treated you like a queen and was always there to protect you if you were out of the lab helping with a case.

He treated your kids like his own, he knew he'd could never replace Lance and he wasn't trying to, but if he need to babyset he would, if they want him read them a story he'll go all out and make difference voices for the characters. He loves your son and daughter.

Then there was the whole sharing food. People knew not to get in between James and his food. Your friends suspected his feelings when they cought you two sharing a plate of fries at the Diner. “that's different” Seeley said.

Hodgins, who just happened to be with him shared a worried look. “you don't think... He would be trying to get close right? She just lost Sweets”

The two didn't try to over think it, Jack knew your stance on a new relationship. He didn't want you to be in anymore pain but he couldn't help question James reasoning, it had only been two years since Lance left.

When the bottled up feelings became too much for James he went to Booth for advice. He was pacing back and forth while also rambling, Seeley tried to keep up as he watched him pace back and forth infront of his desk.

Then it finally clicked. “Wait! Your in love with her!? And she's into you, are you sure?”

“I can't help it.. I would never push her into anything but i cant-” he started but Booth cut him off.

“No, no, no. It's just that Lance was, Lance was perfect for her. I mean, that girl's heart beat for Lance Sweets. It just, it never occurred to me that she would ever be with anyone else.”

James knew how special your relationship with Lance was to you and he respected it. If you two were ment to be he would never be jealous or mad that you'll always love Lance.

But he is human, he would feel a pit in his stomach at the thought his first with you will always be your second with him. You experienced everything that was involved with a relationship with Lance first. Sex, cuddling, having a kid, everything.

Your first reaction to your feelings for him was absolute panic and remorse. You felt you were cheating on Lance or betraying him for having feelings for another. It ate at your already broken heart and you kept it bottled up.

It would go like this, you'd sneek a glance at James, admiring his beautiful eyes and his cute little smile. Then you'd immediately start feeling bad.

Jack caught on, he knew you like the back of his hand and loved you with every fiber of his soul. One day your big brother took you to the side and asked you if you're okay. You broke down in tears and told him how awful you felt.

“buddy, your not cheating on Lance” he said softly. “he would want you to be happy... You lost Lance at such a young age and now Your experiencing something most people wouldn't after losing a spouse, your getting another chance”

You looked at him with tears in your eyes. “what if I lose him too? And I can't expect him to take care of me and my kids? My son didn't even meet Lance”

That became another fear, you were so afraid of losing him too, what if James dies on you too?

“I think you two should have a long serious talk” your brother said.

You took your brother's advance and talked to James, you talked for hours and brought of everything that was on your minds.

“just promise me you will never die on me” you said with tears in your eyes. “I promise” James nodded and slowly leaned in, you mentally panicked and moved you face so his lips landed on your cheek.

“I'm sorry.. I-” he quickly said. You looked at him saddly and pecked his cheek. “I'm just not ready for all that yet”

He nodded “when ever you are... We'll take things slow there's no rush, just know I'll always be there for you and your kids”

It's been a while since you felt so much love and it scared you, you knew you could trust him but there was still fear of losing him if you got too close.

Even if you took things slow you both loved every moment. It was the little things that mattered most, you'd go to New restaurants, watch movies, go to your kids school functions.

James didn't miss a single thing involving your kids, if your daughter had some kinda concert with her class he'd be recording the whole thing. He even got to witness your Son's first steps.

Seeley Lance or LJ has know James all his life so it wasn't a surprise he called James dad, you told him stories of his father, but he couldn't help but see James as father. Charlotte calls him Jamie, she looks up to him and all but in her mind, her daddy is in heaven.

They do have a strong bond though, the little girl loves to be a round him and feels safe with him.

they probably watched every thing episode of Bluey together.

Speaking of which, James did get you and your kids a puppy, a Beagle puppy that your daughter named Bluey.

The first time you ever said I love you was about a year into your relationship, unfortunately it was after a life threatening experience. You went on a case with Booth and you ended up being in a coma for about a week.

You thought you were dying, and this sad thing is you accepted it. While you were under you could have sworn you talked to Lance, you didn't know if it was hallucination or a ghost.

You ran to him and hugged him tight as tears filled both of your eyes. He was so happy and sad to see you, it just wasn't your time.

“our kids need you.. They can't lose both of their parents”

You held his face in your hands and kissed his lips saddly. “you didn't even get to meet your son... He's so much like you”

He smiled. “I know... And couldn't be more prouder of him and Charlotte both, but I know you three are being tooken care of”

Once again you felt a pit in your stomach when you thought about James, you will never be ashamed of falling in love with him. James put your piece back together and helped you heal, but Lance will alway be your first love.

“don't you ever feel bad for falling on love again... You remember the pain you felt when I died?” Lance asked softly, you nodded sadly. “Aubry is feeling that right now, he's so scared of losing you”

You knew he was right, but you still shook your head and cried... All you wanted to do was stay with him forever.

He smiled softly and whipped your tears away. You said 'I love you' one last time before you started to blink back to reality. You took deep breath and looked around the hospital room. Your brother Jack was fast asleep on a couch in the room, Charlotte and Seeley was piled up with him asleep as well.

James was fast asleep next you, he had a chair pulled up to your bed with his head in your lap and his hand holding your. You took your free hand and ran your fingers through his hair softly.

He jolted awake in a panic, he left out a sigh of relief when he saw you smiling softly at him. “your awake” he said with tears pricking his sleep-deprived eyes.

He leaned over and wrapped his arms around you. “I thought I lost you” you placed your hand on his jaw and pulled him towrds you kissing his lips passionately, it was so soft but held so much emotion. “I love you... So much James”

He smiled, you didn't know how long he's been waiting to hear thoughs words. He smiled from ear to ear and kissed you again. “I love you too”

You only pulled away when you hear your kid chearing your name. “mama!” they jumped from Jack's lap and ran to you, giving you a big hug.

You finally had peace and felt you could move on, your life was better knowing Lance and you are better person because of him. Now it's time to start over with a man you knew loved you just as much as Lance did.

#James Aubrey #James Aubrey x reader #James Aubrey imagines #Lance Sweets #Bones TV show #john boyd #Headcanons #Bones headcanons #James Aubrey headcanons #James Aubrey smut #Jeffersonian #Jack Hodgins x Sister!reader

[lala-writes-fetish]

uh oh I forgot ~I m really a dumb sub lol~

so here is the list (not really request just suggestions, I think others will agree)

Adele exarchopoulos

aimee Garcia

Alison brie

Amanda cerny

~amber heard~

Amy Adams

anna Kendrick

anne Hathaway

anya Taylor joy

April bowlby

ariana grande

aubrey plaza

bella Thorne

~belle delphine~

billie eillish

billie piper

Brianna Hildebrand

brie larson

Bryce Dallas Howard

cailee spaeny

camilla mendes

Candice Patton

caylee Cowan

~Cheryl hines~

Christina Hendricks

chyler Leigh

Claudia Jessie

daisy ridley

Dakota Johnson

demi Lovato

Diane Guerrero

dua lipa

Elena kampouris

Elizabeth Banks

-debicki

-olsen

Ellie Kemper

Emily blunt

emma myers

-Roberts

-stone

felicity Jones

florence Pugh

~gal gadot~

Gemma chan

Gwendoline christie

Gwyneth Paltrow

hailee Steinfeld

Hayden pannetiere

haylee

Hayley Atwell

isis hainsworth

jameela Jamil

jane Douglas

jenna coleman

jenifer connelly

-Coolidge

-garner

-Lawrence

-stone

Jessica Chastain

-Henwick

jodie Whitaker

Justina valentine

karen gillan

kat dennings

Katelyn ohashi

Kathryn hahn

-Newton

Katy perry

Kirsten Dunst

Kristen schaal

-stewart

krysten ritter

lacey chabert

lana del Rey

Lauren Mayberry

~lily collins~

lily James

Lindsey Shaw

lizzy Caplan

Lucy hale

madelaine petsch

Madison Pettis

maisie Williams

margot robbie

~mariah carey~

marisa Tomei

~Martina big~

Mary elisabeth Winstead

maya Hawke

megan thee stallion

Melissa benoist

-Rauch

Milana vayntrub

milly Alcock

... and that s just up to the m 😅😔

Wow, now that's a list!

Sorry for replying so late and thank you for the effort of putting this together. We'll screen the celebs on here and check out if there is enough good and inspiring material of them in order to make some captions. Safe to say that we won't get around to include ALL of them, obviously.

Question: What is the turn-on for you guys about dominant celebrity women and their feet? Is it the thought of them "enslaving" you? Or do you just like the look of the celeb-woman and imagine yourself with a "version" of her in your life? :)

[joelslegalwhrereads]

Files and surprises

pairing ⁀➷ james aubrey x reader

word count ⁀➷ 461

summary ⁀➷ Booth and Brennan are dropping off a file at Aubrey's place but they weren't expecting you, because there was one thing they didn't know. That you were not only dating him but also living together with him.

warnings ⁀➷ no mention of gender, wearing Aubrey’s clothes (this should be a warning)

a/n ⁀➷ I don’t even know when or how I got this idea. If there’re any mistakes i’m sorry; it’s 12:01 am and i was about to fall asleep while i edited this… Also very out of context but has anyone seen FBI - special crime unit? (edit: I‘m in season 2 and it‘s so good okay omg)

masterlist

The doorbell rung, which you couldn't hear because of the warm water running down your hair and body.

Aubrey opened the door to Booth and Brennan. Booth needed to drop off an important file before he had a few days off work, and as the apartment was closer than the FBI, Aubrey told them to just drop it off at your place. Booth also had some additional things to tell him, so it was the perfect idea.

You turned off the water, letting the steam fill the room when you opened the shower door.

Brennan and Booth stood in the hallway when you came out of the bathroom into the open living and kitchen space. You pulled down the hem of one of Aubrey's shirts you had on with a pair of shorts. „Jimmy, can you remember where I've put my-„ you started, when you finally looked up. „Oh doctor Brennan, how nice to see you! Hey Booth.“ you smiled at them, rearranging the towel on your head so it wouldn't fall off.

„Hi.“ Booth smiled, very confused. „Y/N! It's nice to see you!“ Brennan smiled. " This clarifies a lot of things for me that actually had me a little confused before.” She laughed and pointed at your shirt, which obviously wasn't yours but Aubrey's. You chuckled and looked at Aubrey, who just smiled at you. Where Brennan was horrible at conversation through eye contact only, James and you were the best. He could tell you a million things with only one glance. Something very irrational and not really possible, as Brennan would have said.

Bones walked to you to give you a big hug. That was when both your men were completely thrown off and didn't know what was going on. Temperance Brennan wasn't the type to hug people unless she liked and trusted them completely. They didn't know that their loves were this close. Their faces spoke volumes, expressing all the confused thoughts.

Neither you nor Brennan paid any attention to them because you were far too busy talking. You headed for the kitchen, laughing. "Really?" you giggled. "Yes! When I tell you that this sternum-" Brennan continued, with a laugh. She moved her hands in the air and told you the whole story, making you giggle in surprise and amusement.

„Uh, where were we?“ Aubrey asked Booth amused, getting his attention again. „I'd say you will tell me all about this,“ he made a sweeping gesture, Aubrey laughed and nodded. „Sure.“ Aubrey grinned.

„Yeah okay… so this suspect is definitely involved in something, we have-„ he started telling Aubrey all the things he needed to know.

Aubrey kept looking over at you talking to Brennan, incredibly grateful for all of this. Incredibly in love with you.

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#bonesgif #bonestv #bones one shot #bones x reader #bones #temperance brennan #seeley booth #camille saroyan #angela montenegro #jack hodgins #stuart scola #fbi #fbi special crime unit #aubrey imagine #special agent james aubrey #aubrey x reader #james aubrey one shot #james aubrey x reader #jeffersonian #mywork

[saintsenara]

it's sirius' birthday today, so - naturally - i have decided to depress myself by writing a little story about the the great tragedy of his happy life being snatched away from him at the ripe old age of almost twenty-two.

the title for this pieces comes not from the philip larkin poem of the same name - although it's not not sirius-coded - but from the song live fast, die old by frank turner, which is the most james-and-sirius thing i've ever heard.

September 1979

‘It is a miracle you’re not dead.’

‘I thought I was about to be. You should have seen the way he was brandishing those fire tongs.’

‘I think you might actually be the luckiest bastard alive, Pads. I’m in awe.’

‘Well, I wouldn’t have wanted to die without you being there to witness it. If I’m going to get my head caved in by Mad-Eye Moody for breaking a mug without giving him prior warning and making him think there’s a Death Eater lurking in his kitchen cupboards, then I expect you to enjoy watching it happen.’

‘As, indeed, I would. Pass me that bottle?’

Sirius hands him a bottle in which the last dregs of a very good firewhisky - the mellow, amber colour of late summer - undulates. James swigs from it.

‘You look like a twat doing that.’

‘No I don’t! I look cool!’

‘You look like a fifteen-year-old having his first drink.’

James snorts. ‘Listen, you know I don’t, because you were there when I had my first drink. So you know that -’

‘- the fact you’re not hurling your guts up crying about how you’ll never win the world cup means that this is nothing like that.’

‘Exactly.’

‘Fair enough.’

James passes the bottle back and flops once more on the grass. The golden haze of sunrise slouches over the garden - catching the lime-green leaves of the beech and the dew-drops on the spider’s webs hanging from the door of the shed James never uses - and the whole garden seems to be encased in glass; a terrarium - shimmering and shining - which has been made into their perfect habitat, like the weird moss-filled thing Bertram bloody Aubrey used to have for his toad.

He imagines some benevolent owner lovingly arranging the detritus of their impromptu party - he’d only come round to update James and Lils on his latest meeting with Mad-Eye, Dumbledore’s orders, and that was fifteen hours ago - on the lawn around them and starts laughing.

‘What are you giggling about?’ grins James, his eyes glittering like caramel as it’s poured from a pan. A surefire sign that his mind was turned towards mischief.

‘I don’t even fucking know. Fucking everything, Prongs.’

James starts laughing too. He has a perfect laugh - uproarious and rich, the sort of laugh you wish could be preserved in amber - and it’s perfect for that morning, with its golden dawn and the crisp-apple bite to the air which says that autumn, and its promise of driving Lily to distraction by carving rude things into pumpkins, is on its way. It’s perfect for that perfect morning, when they’re both that brilliant sort of drunk which makes the soft blue of the sky seem all the clearer.

He lies back, the grass tickling his cheek, and looks up at the heavens, which stretch endlessly before him, revealed bit-by-bit by the new day’s light.

That horrible house - the prison of his childhood - seems so far away that he’s not sure he didn’t dream the whole thing.

It seems like something out of a fairytale - the sort of topsy-turvy formlessness of fantasy - to think that he had once been so miserable that he’d longed to self-destruct, to shatter like a dry bone and be scattered. It seemed absurd to look back at his sixteen-year-old self, rattling around on the Knight Bus as it sped him to James, and to freedom, and realise that he had once been unable to comprehend the idea of being truly happy.

But he is. Life stretches before him unfettered, beckoning to him and James and winking knowingly. You won’t grow old gracefully, it says, with a mischievous glint in its eye. Neither will he

It’s got that right. He and James made a promise within seconds of meeting to still be friends when they were ninety, living next door to each other and scandalising all the village witches and impressing all the village children with the rumours about their dissolute youths. And dissolute middle ages.

‘You’re my best friend,’ says James, because the whisky’s hit him. ‘We’re going to be best friends forever. Even when we’re fucking ancient.’

‘Yep. I know we are.’

‘This was a great party, wasn’t it, Pads?’

‘Party of the year, I’ve heard.’

‘I think I’d like every party I ever have to be like this.’ He’s staring at the sky, squinting behind his glasses, suddenly introspective. The sunlight makes his skin look like honey.

Sirius does the same. ‘I promise that all your parties will start because I have a run-in with Alastor Moody, Lils wants an excuse to open a bottle of cherry brandy, and you want the chance to act like a soft cunt at five in the morning,’ he says, watching a beam of sunlight shimmers behind a cloud, turning its solid white fluffiness into something sheer - gauzy - like a veil.

‘Cheers, mate. Appreciate it.’

The undulating blue-and-gold of morning is so beautiful, clouds rising up like castles from the sea. If Sirius wasn’t so happy it would be painful to see it. As it is…

‘I think sometimes that me and Lils will move by the sea,’ says James. ‘When we’re older. When we have a couple of kids. Yeah, we’ll move by the sea. And have parties in a house all filled with light.’

#happy birthday sirius #sorry your life sucked #asenora fics #sirius black #james potter #high windows #in celebration of one of frank turner's absolute bangers

[volzifa]

La Mort Parfumee/The Perfumed Death (1921)

by Margaret MacDonald Mackintosh

𓆸 watercolour

𓆸 one of Margaret MacDonald Mackintosh's last works

𓆸 influenced by Egyptian art and burial rituals

𓆸 characterised by abstraction of composition

𓆸 characterised by mannerist representation of the human form

𓆸 harmoniously combines sinuous and straight lines

𓆸 large dark areas are balanced by greys and pastel shades, giving the painting a delicate yet bold appearance

𓆸 the painting has a dreamlike quality to it; death is not depicted as completely terrifying, but rather akin to a slow descent into sleep or as a resignation, somewhat alluring, though not devoid of gloom

❉ Margaret MacDonald Mackintosh was a leading exponent of the "Glasgow style", the Scottish manifestation of Art Nouveau¹

❉ She worked in collaboration with Frances MacDonald McNair (her sister), Charles Rennie Mankintosh (her husband) and James Herbert McNair (her brother-in-law). They were known as "The Four".

❉ Part of the "Glasgow Girls"²

❉ Her mediums of choice were watercolours, beaten metal, textiles and gesso³

❉ Her work is stylised and decorative

❉ She did not use sketchbooks very often, which probably means that her art is made from imagination rather than from direct observation

❉ Some of her influences are folklore, poetry, the Bible, symbolism, Celtic myths and the work of Aubrey Beardsley

❉ Though overshadowed by her husband, her art is no less innovative and remarkable

¹Art Nouveau is a period of Art History between 1890 and 1914 which tried to bridge the gap between the fine arts and the decorative arts. It was influenced by William Morris's Arts and Crafts Movement and is connected to the scientific advancements of the era and to the bourgeois desire for modernisation.

²The "Glasgow Girls" were a group of young women artists and designers active during late XIXth and early XXth centuries. Though they pursued diferrent styles, these women were connected by their shared experiences and by the support they gave one another.

³Gesso = Gesso, pronounced 'jesso', was traditionally used to prepare or prime a surface so Oil paint would adhere to it. Gesso is the same as a primer, as in 'pre-primed canvas'. It is made from a combination of paint pigment, chalk and binder.

Sources

https://www.mackintosh-architecture.gla.ac.uk/catalogue/name/?nid=MMM

https://www.willowtearoomstrust.org/margaret-macdonald-mackintosh-life

http://museu.ms/collection/object/151316/la-mort-parfumee-1921?pUnitId=6677

https://www.nationalgalleries.org/art-and-artists/glossary-terms/glasgow-girls

https://willkempartschool.com/how-to-prime-a-canvas-with-gesso-for-an-acrylic-painting/

Dark/Masculine—Light/Feminine: How Charles Rennie Mackintosh and Margaret MacDonald Changed Glasgow School of Art, María Teresa González Mínguez

Image source - Wikipedia

#margaret macdonald #margaret macdonald mackintosh #art #art history #art nouveau

[elvis1970s]

In preparing the 1970 MGM documentary, Elvis That's The Way It Is, director Denis Sanders conducted numerous interviews with fans in Las Vegas for the Elvis International Hotel summer season. He also apparently filmed some encounters with the cast of Hair, although none of that material made it to the final edit.

We know that Colonel Parker was not entirely happy with the inclusion of the fan interviews, and wrote to the head of MGM, James Aubrey, expressing concern that the interviews tended to take away from the excitement of the performance footage. Apparently the unused sequence from the Hair cast included some improvised acting workshops representing some aspects of Elvis' life to date. (Not all that easy to imagine)

(Image is of the Broadway cast, CBS News)

Interesting also to compare with the people Denis Sanders ultimately chose to represent aspects of Elvis' fan base.

#elvis on stage #elvis presley #elvis history #elvis presley history #las vegas #elvis aaron presley #elvis movies #elvis fans #las vegas history #rock history

[fayes-fics]

Bahaha imagine reader in Moments watching high Benedict for the first time🤣

Moments: A High Moment

Moments Masterpost

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader

Summary: Benedict says some interesting things while high.

Warnings: none… just fluff

Word Count: 0.5k

Authors Note: Hi Nonny! Well after saying I wouldn’t be writing any celebration drabbles… look what you made me do!! This thought was too cute/fluffy/fun not to write down. I was planning some Moments-verse one-shots, but this wasn’t one of them haha. This outtake would be set somewhere between chapters 8 & 9 of Moments, when the Darbys are sojourning at Aubrey Hall. (ie they all know James is Benedict’s son, but it’s before reader and Benedict get together). Unbetaed. Enjoy! <3

“Jamesssss, can you see? So many colours lookkkkk,” Benedict slurs with a happy grin, his eye pressed against an empty crystal glass as you all await dinner service.

James picks up his glass and smushes it against his face. “I see! I seeeee!” he enthuses.

The fact he has his little 5-year-old eye closed makes it more adorable somehow, not quite cottoning on, but loving the attention from his favourite person.

You turn pointedly to Colin. “He was fine before you went to see him; what happened?” You quiz quietly.

“This,” Colin gestures at Benedict, who is now staring at the ceiling with a frown, “is NOT my fault. I merely offered a small elixir. I did not suggest he drain my supply. If anything, I should be the indignant one, I have nothing left!” he argues. You just raise an eyebrow.

“Benedict, I can see mummy in my glass!” James exclaims, giggling, turning towards you, looking through the bottom of the glass at you. You smile indulgently at him and pull a funny face that makes him laugh more.

“Alas, James, I cannot in mine!” Benedict pouts in response, “you must have a very special glass. Can I borrow it?”

James happily stands up on his chair and passes it over.

“Oh yes!! I see her now,” Benedict says happily, fixing the glass in your direction, “she is so very pretty, isn’t she, James?”

The table goes quiet, and you blush.

“Mummy is very pretty,” James concurs, oblivious to the audience the pair now have. “She says I’m handsome too.”

“Of course you are!” Benedict cries in agreement.

“Yes, she told me my daddy was the most beautiful man she ever saw, and she couldn’t help but create me with him.” James babbles on, playing with his fork idly. You wish the floor would swallow you up as you feel everyone’s eyes on you.

“Well, I think you are the most beautiful creature ever created,” Benedict declares, dropping his fist to the table as if to emphasise his point. “So your mummy is very wise. She is wise and pretty and lovely. So very lovely.”

You stare at him as he lowers the glass from his face, lips parted, heart pounding at his words.

“She is also very naughty cos she stole my heart many years ago and never gave it back,” Benedict says in a stage whisper to James, behind his hand, “but shhhhh, that part is a secret!”

Your stomach flips and butterflies roar to life in your rib cage—something breathtaking and bittersweet all at once.

“I won’t tell her,” James whispers back loudly with a conspiratorial wink.

They both turn to you and grin innocently, humming a nonchalant tune. Everyone at the table seems to chuckle, and quiet conversation resumes, no doubt about what they just witnessed.

After a few moments of thought, you turn to Colin and say quietly. “Are you sure there is none left?”

He smiles enigmatically and asks why.

“No reason,” you say quickly, your cheeks blushing yet again.

At that point, Benedict tips off his chair, James gets the hiccups from laughing so hard, and the moment is gone.

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