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pairing: dark!bucky barnes x curvy!reader

warnings: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat. 18+ ONLY. future parts will contain noncon smut. 40s misogyny? pet names. masturbation. i’m just gonna say, reader is detrimentally non confrontational 🫣.

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notes: this is completely self indulgent lol. i couldn’t focus on any of my three ongoing series so here’s a new one 🙃. good news is, you won’t have to wait for updates on this because it’s all written (sans the last scene i’m wrapping up as i type this). i hope you guys enjoy this and i promise i’ll get back to my wips in another week or so. 🖤

The jazz of Duke Pearson’s, Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas, was floating through the chill air all around you as you finished folding your laundry in the living room of your late grandfather’s cabin. You let out an unbidden shiver despite the efforts of the fire glowing just across the room to warm you. It was still too cold. Out here it was always too cold.

You grabbed the blanket off the back of the couch and wrapped it around yourself, reveling in the feel of the soft, comforting material along your skin. The smell of cookies baking wafted through the air, the scent of the small pine tree you’d picked out and set up accompanying it. You admired the twinkling of the lights you’d strung up as the next song on your playlist began. The crooning of Judy Garland as she sang the same song you’d just been listening to was relaxing.

It seemed funny that the same song would play one right after the other while you were on shuffle, but fitting nonetheless. You would have yourself a merry little christmas this year. You were sure of it. Not bogged down by obligations to anyone other than yourself. No parties to attend, no friends or family to buy gifts for. It may seem sad to some, but you had been waiting for December all year. And you didn’t mind the solitude. In fact, you longed for it. As you finally sat down and tried to make yourself comfortable on the couch, you swore you heard a noise sounding from the kitchen.

You furrowed your brow and turned your head just slightly in the direction of the noise. Your speaker was playing music loudly, but there was no way that sound would have been part of the song. You were frozen as you sat there, not moving an inch, completely focused on listening for the noise again.

There was nothing.

You were sure you were going crazy. There was no way someone would be all the way out here, especially in this weather. And no way someone would have gotten in the cabin without you realizing it, either. No way.

Just as you were giving up on listening for more noise, opting to let it go and accept that it was just you hearing things, the errant beeping of the oven sounded, startling you.

You slowly moved to get up, not sure why you were feeling so trepidatious. This thought of you walking into the kitchen, only to be ambushed by some unknown stranger suddenly flitted through your mind and you shook your head at the thought. It was nothing, there would be no one, and you were not going to let your cookies burn over this.

You wrapped the blanket tighter around yourself and as you approached the threshold of the doorway, the oven suddenly stopped beeping. That didn’t really register, though. Not until you saw the man standing at the stove.

Dark, chin length hair framed his face. Light stubble lined his jaw. He was tall, his presence all together intimidating. Dressed in all black, a form fitting long sleeve shirt and black cargo pants, combat boots still laced on his feet. He didn’t look at you immediately, and you both just stood there a moment, staring as “And The Angels Sing” began and the music filled the silence between you and the stranger. You took notice of what you could only assume was his jacket thrown haphazardly on the table, what appeared to be the end of a gun lying beneath it, and a set of keys strown on the table while the patio door just beyond was still locked. When your eyes flitted back to the man, you found bright blue ones staring right back at you. Piercing. Another shiver ran through you, but this one wasn’t from the cold.

He looked perturbed, as if you were the one invading his space. Like your presence was a nuisance to him.

You took the slightest step back, still no noise escaping you. Your eyes never leaving him. And the second you moved, he did, too. He turned and faced you head on. You startled at his swift, sudden movement and froze again while you took in his physique. He was well built, broad chest and shoulders, huge arms - muscles straining under the thermal material of his shirt, strong, thick legs. He was straight out of a movie screen.

If you had seen him in public, you were sure you’d go out of your way to keep off his radar. But you weren't in public, you were in your cabin. And you certainly were on his radar.

You hadn’t realized you had been holding your breath until he took another step in your direction. You sucked a breath in and matched him as you retreated back into the living room, dropping the blanket as you did.

“Who are you? What do you want?” you eked out. “How did you get in here?”

He eyed you up and down, his gaze lingering on the emphasized curve of your hips before it fell briefly on your cleavage. You were dressed in a form fitting scoop neck tank top that you were going to put a sweater on top of before you got distracted by the laundry, and a pair of sweats that hugged your waist. It wasn’t like it was an overly revealing outfit in the slightest, but with the way he looked at you, however fleeting, you felt exposed before him. Vulnerable.

“I could ask you the same thing, sweetheart,” he finally said. You were confused to say the least.

“Excuse me?” you said incredulously. “You’re the stranger inexplicably in my grandfather’s - my - cabin, not the other way around.”

“Grandfather?” he questioned before a flash of understanding passed his eyes. “Oh. John’s your grandfather? He know you’re up here?”

“Was my grandfather,” you corrected, clearly confused as to what was going on. “He passed about a year ago. Left me this place in his will…” you spoke softly, eyes still watching the stranger’s every move. He looked genuinely surprised at the information as you gave it. “You knew him, I take it?”

He nodded, clicking his tongue lightly.

“I’m Bucky. His tenant. I live here,” he informed you.

Suddenly everything clicked. Your grandpa had mentioned in passing once or twice renting the cabin out, but you never realized he actually did. You were surprised when you got there last week to find it in such good shape, but there wasn’t any obvious indication that someone was living there. The master bedroom was locked and you hadn’t been able to find a key to open it anywhere, so you just set up in the spare, making a note to call a locksmith out after the holidays. You assumed it was probably just filled with a bunch of your grandfather’s stuff. The entire downstairs was void of any personal items, the only food in the fridge and cabinets were nonperishables and the freezer was solely stocked with frozen meat. You had brought your own groceries and household supplies, you had pretty much taken over this poor man’s living space.

“Oh my god,” you said, mortified. “Oh my god. That makes so much sense. I am so sorry - I had no idea. He never explicitly mentioned it, and all I was told was that the place was in my name now and they gave me the keys, I didn’t- God, I am so sorry,” you babbled on.

“Look I get it, you didn’t know. No harm, no foul,”

“Cool,” you breathed. “Uhm.. I don’t know how to go about this..”

“I’ve paid John once a year for the past five years to stay out here. It’s a good arrangement for me. Under the table. No one to bother me. I’d like to keep doing so with you if that’s alright? He usually came by at the beginning of January for the cash. I pay for the year, but I’m not always here too often with my line of work.”

“Oh. Uhm, okay.. How much do you pay?”

“60k.”

“A year?” you asked, absolutely shocked. 60k was more than you made in two years, let alone once in a single payment. You could literally quit your job if you wanted to with that kind of money annually.

“I like my solitude,” he said shortly.

“Right, I - uh. I’m really sorry about this, again. I - I don’t have a problem with, ya know, this..arrangement. As cryptic as this is, if my grandfather trusted you, I trust you. I wasn’t really planning on coming out here all that much, anyway,” you lied. In reality you had plans to start coming out here at least once a month in the new year. But why bother him with that information? “I just needed a break for the holidays. Uhm did you have any other contact with him aside from the payments? Should I give you my number or like email or something before I go? It shouldn’t take me super long to get all my stuff together,” you rushed, wanting to leave as soon as you could. You had completely intruded on this poor man’s home and more than that, he was a man who paid handsomely to be left alone. That in and of itself was setting off a bit of a red flag in your mind. He definitely did not want you here and if you let your suspicious thoughts start turning, it seemed like something up with him.

He gave a light, half hearted laugh.

“I barely made it up here, you plan on driving out in that right now?” he said, head motioning in the direction of the window, the snow still swirling around outside.

“Oh, I just, I figured-”

“I’m not gonna throw you out in the middle of a storm,” he scoffed.

“You really don’t hav-”

“Look, there’s no way you’re making it past the drive even if you tried, anyway,”

You felt embarrassed and looked down at your feet, biting your cheek, not sure what to do or say now.

“How long were you planning on staying before I showed up?”

“Through the new year,” you answered honestly. “But don’t worry, I’ll be out of your hair as soon as the storm passes.”

“Stop assuming things, sweetheart,” he said harshly. With his tone, you felt like you were being reprimanded. Your change in demeanor must have been apparent because he softened after considering you a moment. “I never said you had to leave. You can stay as long as you wanted, I don’t mind. Chances are I’ll be leaving for work again sooner than I’d like.”

Before you had the chance to respond the smell of burning cookies permeated the air.

“Oh shit!” you gasped as you rushed past him back to the kitchen.

He followed behind you and watched as you pulled the oven door open and your face fell at the way too darkened cookies. He came up behind you and gently pushed you out of the way, reaching for the baking sheet with his still gloved hand.

“Wait, it’s hot!” you tried to warn him. You gawked at him as he nonchalantly set the tray of cookies down on the stove. He slipped his gloves off, revealing one metal hand as he looked over to you.

“Not much of a problem for me,” he responded, clenching and unclenching his fist before he grabbed the back of his neck, seeming to try and stretch a tight spot before he let go. “I didn’t get your name, doll,” he said expectantly. You hid your slight surprise at the new pet name and gave him your name. He repeated it aloud, and the way it fell off his tongue had you squirming but you weren’t sure why.. If it was good or bad.

“I’m gonna go upstairs, shower, change and all that. I’ll be back down later to make food,”

“Yeah, of course,” you said, letting him get a few steps away before you spoke again, wanting to make things less awkward if you could. “Uhm, I was planning on making food anyway, I could make enough for two?” you offered. You were only now noticing the dirt on his clothes and the light bruising marring around his face. He was moving a bit stiffly now, too. You felt bad for him. Here he was coming home after being gone for work, obviously worn and tired, only to be met with some stranger taking over his place. You weren’t sure what line of work he was in exactly, but just taking in the state of him, and especially considering the kind of money he must make to afford 60k just to rent this cabin annually, you figured it must be pretty important.

“If you don’t mind, that’d be great, actually.”

“Sure, yeah, I mean, it’s the least I can do,” you said, offering him an awkward smile.

You watched as he grabbed his things off the table he had thrown them on, and you were proven correct about the item beneath his jacket as he put the gun in the waistband of his pants. It wasn’t the most comforting sight, but it was clearly a part of his work uniform - if that’s what it was he was wearing - so you didn’t want to stress about it. Your grandfather had plenty of guns around himself, always had, so it wasn’t all together too upsetting.

“You have any allergies?” you called to him as he made his way through the living room to the stairs.

You swore you heard him chuckle before he responded.

“No,” he called back as he ascended the stairs.

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For a moment, it was like a dream. He felt anything but threatened as he walked inside to the smell of cookies baking and classic Christmas music playing in the kitchen. A pretty girl on her knees doing laundry, soon cozying up under a blanket before the fire. That same girl who, after unplanned introductions, was now making him a homemade dinner while he showered and tried to relax after the three month long mission he'd been away on. As the warm water was running down his back, the pressure of the stream beating on his sore muscles, he couldn't help but let his mind wander back to her as she waited downstairs. She seemed so kind, a trait that seemed more and more rare in the people he came across, not that he could say much. But she was lovely. She was beautiful and womanly and she had an air of innocence about her he couldn’t let go of. He tried to shake it but the thoughts of her, who she might be, how he imagined her to be soon turned to thoughts of how it’d feel to have her soft hands on his skin, rubbing out the tension where he needed her to. Doing everything she could to relax him herself. Provide him with a much needed release with just her light touch. He hadn't planned on doing it, but soon enough he was lost in the pleasure of his fist pumping his thick, hard length, images of the girl he’d only just met running through his mind. The soft shape of her body, the ampleness of her breasts, the curve of her waist and hips. He couldn’t stop his thoughts as he imagined clear as day the sight of you bouncing on his cock, your breasts in his face, his rough hands gripping your wide, fleshy hips as he helped you take all of his thick cock inside your warm, tight cunt, guiding you up and down his girthy shaft, an undeniable look of ecstasy on your pretty face. He could just imagine the dulcet moans and whimpers he could get falling from your lips before he’d have you screaming his name, crying and begging him for more.

It wasn’t long before he came hard all over himself, barely restrained growls and grunts sounding deep from his throat as his cum spurting down his cock while he stroked himself, the milky substance all over his hand as he teased himself a little longer, not wanting the fantasy to end so soon. He cursed when he couldn’t take any more and with a shiver, stopped to catch his breath for a second before he finished up. As he toweled off and began to get dressed, he could smell the new cookies you were baking from upstairs and couldn't believe you were real. How lucky he had to be to come home to someone who appeared to be literally out of his wildest dream. He didn’t know how this all worked out, but he knew he wasn’t planning on letting you slip away anytime soon. How could he?

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Sophie's Hon

If you want to know more about the guy Sophie Turner is smooching lately, you know, that very tall, very very rich, British aristocrat with a fantasy novel name, this post is for you . . . . lol

His full name is The Hon Peregrine John Dickinson Pearson, but he goes by “Perry.” And the photo above is his company profile picture.

Born on October 27th, 1994, he's 29 years old and the future 5th Viscount Cowdray.

Perry is from Midhurst, West Sussex, and now lives in a £5million house in Chelsea, West London.

The Hon before his name means The Honourable, a title used for all sons and daughters of viscounts and barons. Hon also works for 'honey' and 'sweetheart', hence this post's title.

Peregrine may come from Henry Winston Peregrine Spencer-Churchill, nephew of former Prime Minister of the United Kingdom Sir Winston (Leonard Spencer) Churchill.

Yes, Churchill, you read it right! Perry's grandfather Weetman John Churchill Pearson, 3rd Viscount Cowdray, was the son of Agnes Beryl Spencer-Churchill, who was the granddaughter of George Spencer-Churchill, 6th Duke of Marlborough.

So Perry is distant related to Winston Churchill and Diana Spencer, The Lady D . . . . In fact, he has already introduced Sophie to some of the current Spencer-Churchills (they are cousins with Perry, I guess 🤷‍♀️).

Now, I have no idea why his parents opted to name him Peregrine over Weetman, since each of the four former Viscounts Cowdray were all named Weetman; but his peculiar fantasy novel/bird-like name inmmediately made me think of House Arryn and Harry Hardyng. More on this later.

But since he's not named Weetman, he fixed that by naming his own property investment and development company 'Weetman'.

John is for both grandfathers: Weetman John Churchill Pearson, 3rd Viscount Cowdray, and John Howard Cordle.

Dickinson is for his great-great-grandfather: Weetman Dickinson Pearson, 1st Viscount Cowdray.

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Family

The seat of the Pearson Family is Cowdray Estate, Cowdray Park, Midhurst, West Sussex. The picture of the family above was taken at Buck Hall, the atrium of Cowdray House.

The name Cowdray comes from Coudreye, the Norman word for the nearby hazel woods.

Perry is the son and heir of Michael Orlando Weetman Pearson, 4th Viscount Cowdray, and Marina Rose Cordle.

His dad produced the documentary "Sympathy for the Devil," directed and written by Jean-Luc Godard, documenting the creative evolution of the song "Sympathy for the Devil" as the Rolling Stones developed it during recording sessions at Olympic Studios in London.

His mom is an artist, sculptress, interior designer and mindfulness coach, she's keenly interested in spiritual matters, she practises Transcendental Meditation (a form of silent meditation) and Qigong.

His parents separated in August 2023, after 36 years of marriage.

Perry has three older sisters and a younger brother:

Eliza Anne Venetia Pearson (born 31 May 1988). She married her first husband at 21. Later he left her for the Kate Winslet . . . . She remarried, had children and lives in Ibiza now.

Emily Jane Marina Pearson (born 13 December 1989). Tatler Magazine included her as one of the 10 perfect potential brides for Prince Harry . . . . She she studied Plant-based Nutrition and is one of the founders of the vegan restaurant "Farmacy" in Notting Hill.

Catrina Sophie Lavinia Pearson (born 13 March 1991). She goes by "Catty." She's a musician and a film-school graduate.

Montague Orlando William Pearson (born 17 May 1997). He goes by "Monty". Wee brother is 6'4. He's a helicopter pilot, enjoys flying drones and studied film production and graphic design. He was named after the former owners of Cowdray Estate, the Viscounts of Montague.

Perry also has an older half brother:

Sebastian William Orlando Pearson (born 1970).

As you can see, Perry is privileged to be the heir above his older half brother Sebastian, since he was born out of wedlock, and above his older sisters: Eliza, Emily and Catrina, since they were born women . . . . Where have I heard this before???

Sometimes I'm glad I'm an only child . . . .

As any other younger brother of three older sisters, he was annoying. According to Tatler Magazine, Perry liked to wind up his sisters (then vegan) by scoffing meat.

Perry is also an uncle, his sisters Eliza and Emily are mothers of cute babies, but sadly I can't show you pictures. He looks cute holding a baby tho.

Talking about cute babies, that little curly blonde boy sat in a chair next to his standing father in one of the portraits in the picture above, is Perry. His portrait was painted by Chinese artist Chen Yanning, who also painted Queen Elizabeth II's portrait:

Here a few more childhood pics:

That picture of of him as a baby peeing on a plant, is his Instagram profile picture . . . .

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Education

Business, Management, Marketing, and Related Support Services at the University of West London, UK.

Not Oxford or Cambridge? Shocking!

UX Desing at General Assembly in New York, NY, US.

Dear Perry, you can improve my user experience by making your instagram account public. That would do!

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Occupation

In January 2015, it was reported by Tatler Magazine that he was working for Aylesford International Estate Agents in London.

He also worked as an assistant site manager for Cordles, a London based contractor company founded by his maternal uncle Rupert Cordle.

He started working at Cowdray Estate in West Sussex, his family estate and heirdom, since 2016 to this day.

He's also the founder, partner and director of Weetman Developments, his own property investment and development company in London, since 2019 to this day.

Perry is also a Le Chameau – the wellington boot brand – ambassador.

As you can see, Perry is basically a nepo baby lol

But that doesn't mean he doesn't work, Cowdray Estate is huge (16,500 acre), and offers a vast variety of activities like golf, clay-pigeon shooting, fly fishing on the river Rother, walking, cycling, riding, polo, truffle hunting, hospitality at the farm shop & café, holiday cottages, tree houses, wedding venues, private stays and events at Cowdray House, filming locations (the Cowdray Ruins were used during the filming of Margot Robbie and Saoirse Ronan’s film, "Mary Queen of Scots"), among others, and Perry is/will be in charge of all of that.

According to his mom, back in 2019 he was pioneering aquaponic farming on a commercial scale [The Telegraph - June, 2019].

In an interview for The Gentleman's Journal, Perry said that he's working to pass the estate on to his heir in better conditions: “But the dream is to pass it on to my son or daughter in better nick than it’s in now. That’s the mentality when it comes to estates,” “You’re so grateful that you’ve been given this opportunity, you want others to have the same opportunity that you had.”

I don't know if Perry will try to change the primogeniture rules, but it was really nice to read that he thinks his heir could be a son or a daughter.

Perry's family was always wealthy (construction and petroleum in the past, publishing nowadays); but not always aristocrats.

His great-great-grandfather, Weetman Dickinson Pearson, was made a Baronet of Paddockhurst in 1894, then he purchased Cowdray Estate in 1909. Later he was made Baron Cowdray first, in 1910, and then the 1st Viscount Cowdray in 1917.

Viscount, is a European title of nobility, ranking immediately below a count, or earl. It is one of the five ranks of British nobility and peerage, which, in descending order, are duke, marquess, earl, viscount, and baron.

So, when Perry becomes the 5th Viscount Cowdray, he won't be on top of the british nobility; but he will be richer. At present, Perry's family is thought to be worth £224million, and one day, he will inherit all of that.

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Hobbies

Riding (Not Polo)

His family estate includes Cowdray Park Polo Club, dubbed The Home of British Polo, but Perry doesn't play Polo.

His parents never pushed him to, perhaps fearing that he could get hurt by falling from a horse. "Michael (Perry's father) never sought polo glory after a fall from a horse at the age of 13" [standard.co.uk - 2010].

In 2018 he said: “Cowdray is to polo what Goodwood is to racing and Glyndebourne to opera.” “I’m getting lessons.” “I grew up riding and over the next few years it’s something I can see myself doing a lot more” [The Telegraph - August, 2018].

Later, in an interview for The Gentleman's Journal, he joked by saying that "he’s not particularly good at it".

So far, I only saw him presenting Polo trophies and congratulating the champions, so I guess the lessons didn't work . . . . lol

Maybe is better that way, if he doesn't play polo he wont smell of horses. Sophie is asthmatic and allergic to horses.

Golf

He plays golf for some charity and corporate events. No idea if he's good at it.

Clay-pigeon shooting

Not sure if he really shoots at flying clay targets or he only modeled to promote the shooting school at his family estate.

Huntings

He likes to attend posh huntings wearing tweed, baker boy caps and suspenders.

He already took Sophie to one of those last December, but she didn't wear tweed, she defied the rules by wearing a Zara black jacket and a pair of acid washed jeans. . . . She would look great wearing tweed, tho . . . .

(There have been hunters in my family, so I can't judge much)

Here some pics:

Skiing

He seems very skilled at it.

Meribel in France seems to be his family favorite destination to enjoy the snow.

He already took Sophie to ski & “après ski” there, and they were having the time of their lives!

Going to the beach

Yeah!

Ibiza is a favorite destination for his family, his dad used to live there, and now his eldest sister established there with her own family.

Can't wait to see Sophie enjoying the sun in Ibiza next . . . .

Enjoy some pics:

Partying

Fuck yeah!

"Like all the Cowdrays, he loves a party" [Tatler Magazine, January 2015].

"(...) the Hon Peregrine Pearson (the Cowdray heir), known for throwing ‘wild afterparties’ at his house in Chelsea, which he shares with Ella (Richards)’s boyfriend, Sascha von Bismarck" [Tatler Magazine, March 2023].

Here abundant evidence:

Pottery

Perry enjoyed spending time in his mom's pottery studio in the garden: “We were brought up being quite creative – spending time in her studio was very bonding” [The Telegraph - August, 2018].

I would love to see one of those creative pieces made by Perry 👀

Meditation

Like his mom, Perry practises meditation as well. [The Telegraph - June, 2019].

From pictures, it seems he usually wears a silver Meditator pendant. The Meditator is a seated figure, with a pointed head, a heart and a hole in its middle. His mom designed it herself, as a reminder to live in the present moment, rather than fretting about the past or future.

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Previous relationships

His only known/famous relationship was with Princess Maria Olympia of Greece and Denmark.

He dated Olympia for three years, since 2020 to 2023.

She seemed really into Perry during the relationship:

But shortly after their break up was official, she was reported being in a relationship with an older, married with children man . . . .

His wife kicked him out of the house after the news. Good for her! [Read more about it here]

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So far, this is all I learnt about Sophie's Hon Perry Pearson. I love that he's so tall and the way he can hug her being so tall, I bet Sophie loves it too.

But I kinda hate that the press only uses his most unflattering pictures, when is easy to find public pictures where he actually looks good.

Also, my friend told me that he reminds her a bit of Paul Mescal, and now I can't unsee it . . . .

What more can I say about him after my research? Oh, maybe that he has met the Dalai Lama and sat next to Kim Kardashian and Kimora Lee Simmons at Paris Hilton's wedding lol

He also loves to wear sunglasses, even indoors . . . .

Anyways, now to the point of this post!

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Romance with Sophie Turner

Perry is a Scorpio and Sophie is a Pisces, like Scorpio Ryan Gosling and Pisces Eva Mendes . . . .

I have no idea how they met, where they met, or when they met, but we have evidence that they spent the last part of October 2023 together.

2023 was a rough year for both of them, with her divorce and custody battle, and with his own break up with his ex, and the separation of his parents after 36 years of marriage.

The first time we saw him next to Sophie, we have no idea who he was. It was during the Rugby World Cup final on October 28th 2023, just before Sophie unveiled the trophy:

Perry was there with Sophie, but we had no idea they were together until October 31th 2023, when a couple of pictures of them sharing a kiss outside Paris’s Gare du Nord train station were made public and got viral:

The pictures were taken on the same day as the Rugby World Cup final. It was reported that they arrived together in Paris from London via the Eurostar, and said goodbye with a kiss before meeting again later at the Stade de France.

When their Paris kiss pictures were all over the press, someone claimed that their friend had seen them together the week before:

So, if the Rugby World Cup final was on October 28th 2023 and Perry's 29th birthday was the day before, I bet the lovebirds spent his birthday together in London.

I wonder what Sophie got Perry for his birthday??? An appointment with a fashion stylist, I hope!

(Perry, honey, burn those double breasted suits in your closet, please! They don't fit your large body 🙏 King Felipe II of Spain, has a similar body and his tailoring is👌)

I also believe they spent the last days of October together in Paris, since they were seen all cozy during a romantic dinner at some fancy Parisian restaurant:

After that Sophie was seen back in New York on November 3th 2023. We don't know if Perry travelled with her to New York, but some anon claims he saw them holding hands in West Village:

Back in London, they were seen making out in a famous spot on November 2023 . . . .

. . . . And having dinner with friends on early December 2023:

Later, we have graphic evidence of them spending time together from the 7th to the 10th of December 2023, at least.

December 7th 2023:

They went to Hyde Park Winter Wonderland at night, where they walked around, hugged and kissed:

December 8th 2023:

They had brunch in West London and walked around hand in hand, eventually stopping so Perry could gently caress Sophie's face and kiss her:

That day, this also happened . . . . 🤨

December 9th 2023:

They attended a posh hunting weekend at Blenheim Palace in Woodstock, Oxfordshire, held by some of the current Spencer-Churchills: George Spencer-Churchill and his wife Camilla Thorp, Marquess and Marchioness of Blandford (they will be Duke and Duchess of Marlborough one day).

The event was full of Perry's aristocrat friends like Alexander Spencer-Churchill, Lady Jemima Herbert, the Earl of Pembroke’s daughter, and Eleanor Wellesley, the Duke of Wellington’s niece, among others.

So, Perry has basically already introduced Sophie to some relative and close friends:

Can someone please explain to me why is Perry wearing a pink ribbon around his neck in the last picture? Is a mystery I need to resolve in this lifetime.

Here a few more pics:

After that, I suspect they spent the holidays together in London, or, at least, that they saw each other for a few hours during those days. I'm not saying she introduced him to her family and daughters, but it's obvious that they are dating and Christmas and the New Year are festivities you want to share with the people you care for.

I wonder what Perry got Sophie for Christmas? A handmade ceramic vase? A basket full of hydroponic vegetables that he grew himself?Diamonds?

And most recently, on January 17, 2024, they were seen walking around London at night all cozied up:

I want her UGGS!!!

Also, are those really mini liquor bottles at Perry's hand??? At first I thought they were Sophie's nail polish bottles 💅🏼

Someone spotted them skiing in Meribel, France. It was reported on January 28th, 2024, but it was probably before that date. Deuixmoi titled the stories as "let's see what your fave celebs have been up to the past week"

She's having the time of her life with Perry? GOOD FOR HER!

OK, today January 29th 2024, Sophie herself posted pics of them skiing in Meribel together with a couple of Perry's friends:

Lol at Perry not looking at the camera in the first pic 🤭

So, I suppose they are official now, right? Maybe it's time to post this post . . . .

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Now, in the beginning of this post I said that after knowing Perry's fantasy novel/bird-like name, I immediately thought about ASOIAF's House Arryn and Harry Hardyng, you know, since House Arryn's sigil is a falcon, Harry Hardyng is dubbed the Young Falcon, and the peregrine is literally a species of falcon.

And since Harry Hardyng is the current Sansa's suitor in the ASOIAF incomplete series, I joked with my friends by saying that Sophie has entered his Harry Hardyng era . . . .

Perry also made me remember that passage in A Storm of Swords where Margaery's peregrine took a heron in full flight the day she and Sansa went hawking.

Peregrine is also the name of a ship that Arianne Martell boards in one of the few chapters of The Winds of Winter that GRRM released in advance.

Perry's name also reminds me of Pippin from The Lord of the Rings, since his full name is Peregrin Tuk, but this is a story for another day.

But if the Pearsons of Cowdray were a House from Westeros, they would be the Arryns enemies, since the Pearson's sigil is a gryphon:

And thanks to Sansa/Alayne we all know that the Winged Knight and the Griffin King were mortal enemies:

The Winged Knight was Ser Artys Arryn. Legend said that he had driven the First Men from the Vale and flown to the top of the Giant's Lance on a huge falcon to slay the Griffin King. —A Feast for Crows - Alayne II

You know, in some ancient mythologies, the creature known as gryphon is depicted as fire-belching: "winged, tailed, and taloned dragon which spat fire." 👀 👀 👀 👀 👀 Just saying . . . .

House Pearson motto is:

'Do it with thy might'

These words are carved on the stone fireplace in Buck Hall, the atrium at the heart of Cowdray House.

According to The Gentleman's Journal, Perry translates his family motto to simpler words: “Just do it — that might be a more modern approximation.”

But he's more into Adidas and North Star. Sorry Nike . . . . lol

Anyways, GRRM has the opportunity to do the funniest thing . . . .

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And talking about GRRM, it's time to tell you that Perry's family are the founders and large share holders of Pearson plc, a British multinational publishing and education company headquartered in London.

Pearson plc owns Penguin Random House, you know, GRRM's publishers, the ones that publish the ASOIAF series . . . .

And I recently came to know that Penguin Random House is going to republish Joan Hannington’s autobiography “I Am What I Am” under the title ‘Joan.’ And, you know, Sophie's upcoming project is precisely a tv series called ‘Joan,’ with Sophie taking the role of Joan Hannington . . . .

Some will say that this is part of the j word agenda, lol

Again, GRRM has the opportunity to do the funniest thing . . . .

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Finally, we need to answer an important question!

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So . . . .

A match made in heaven? Or maybe we won't see his face again?

Only time will tell. I only hope that he makes Sophie super happy as long as they are together.

I will probably update this post with time or make a part 2, because Tumblr doesn't let me add more pictures 😢

Thanks for reading!

#sophie turner #PP #i am half boredom half procrastination #already updated with some lil bit I missed when i posted this last night . . . .#thehonseries

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