#lord lady mon

[jhara-ivez]

All my children <3

Now the jungle-fication can begin.

Thankfully Lord Mon has no interest in plants.

#the child #lord lady mon #plants

[ultravioart]

Okay so. Dee WAS going to be a wackyass vulgar bully in canon, so.... my Dominion au is going to be......certainly, something. With that out of that way and decided though: I have come to some cute ideas for nicknames between the two. At some point Dominator already calls him Pipsqueak (to his annoyance) and she ends up laughing off his "Miss Dominator, sir!" nonsense until she brings up the idea of having some kind of short hand (mostly to peeve Hater and rub it in his face that she and pipsqueak are on buddy-name basis). I can imagine Peepers stumbling over various honorifics from various languages (notably french ones as well), with Lord Dominator balking and dangerously disagreeing with each one until she's had enough toying and "ugh"s with a "Just call me Dee. (silence) You know, like LD." "Hm... What about Le Dee?" "Hah! Yeah sure, whatever dork." Peepers pops up with a "Sure thing, Lady!" and skedaddles off to his next assignment. "wait--that's not what i--oough you know what? WHO CARES........... PIPSQUEAK!!!" Lady Dee and..... Pipsqueak!!! ultimate evil buddies.

#Peepers still calls her Lord Dominator most of the time it's just for sass that he might use “sheesh Lady” or be dopey with “Lady Dee!!!” #Lady Dee also sounds like “Le Deedee” which is of itself is a funny nod #In the morning Peepers brings Lady Dee her.... Mojo Joe. #a cuppa whoopass. if you will. #Dominion au #woy #text #Lord Dominator #Commander Peepers #“you know... like LD” is meant to sound like “you know.... El Dee” #so it's a ton of wordplay with gendered honorifics #also Peepers hates the nickname “Pipsqueak” but it's a bagillion times better than “cherry boy” #Dominator would NOT let the Cherry the watchdog disguise be lived down for weeks. Harsh.... #Yes I AM going there because cherry boy and cherry bomb and a sarcastic “Mon Cherie” are all joke names that would be played off of. #Also cherry boy is a japanese slang that means virgin so lmafo that's probably the closest you will get to Dominator bullying like that. #(note: the joke is about Peepers' napoleon complex and prude nature and not the aspect itself) #I am pretty sure this is some kind of anime trope where that term gets thrown around to bully. And Dominator was supposed to be #“straight out of anime badass 'sexy' bully” #instead i am going for anime badass vulgar bully because it's funnier and less fan servicey and more centered on her making jokes #rather than her vibes being serious about fanservice. #long text #her pulling pranks and not giving a flip is the vibes

[bronzebtch]

i'm shaking bc right after lady jeyne of the eyrie died, there was a vale civil war!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#* foaming at the mouth * #i mean it was a MESS tho skdjfhsd #i have no idea why r/oyce supported arnold arryn's claim when he was known as arnold the mad heir???? #im just talking aloud but if yorbert had went to the eyrie to be the lord regent for lady jeyne #who was three years old; then for sure yorbert had become somewhat of a father to jeyne #which meant rhea and her sister had easily also saw jeyne as an extended family member #and jeyne in return -- CANONICALLY -- were very protective of rhea #bc she lowkey banished da*mon away from the vale when he wanted runestone #if arnold had tried to start 2 rebellions against jeyne -- WHY would house royce support arnold #just by the loyalty of royce and arryn alone as two powerful houses in the vale #or was gunthor just a fucking misogynistic distant cousin of rhea #who didnt like a woman in charge and therefore supported arnold's claim to contest the will #because he didnt trust “the whim of a dying woman” #interesting... interesting... #fleshing this out once i do the math #GENERAL: OUT OF CHARACTER.

[vivwritesfics]

Charles jealous and possessive please 🔥 SMUT

Green Eyed Monster

Smut Warning! This work is intended for 18+ audiences only!

There was something about the rich, fancy Monaco lifestyle. Something Y/N L/N couldn't quite explain.

When her boyfriend wasn't racing on the other side of the world, when he was home in Monaco he took her out to extravagant and elegant restaurants. The kinds of places where Y/N was dressed to the nines, where all eyes were on her and she was on Charles' arm.

On this particular evening, Y/N wore a black dress with a skirt that went down to her ankles. There was a slit up the side, showing off a bit of her leg. The rest of the dress was pretty simple, tight to her body with thin straps over her shoulders. On her feet she had black feels with little straps criss crossing up her legs. Her nails were black, matching the dress.

Charles stood in his suit, watching as Y/N put on her heels. He couldn't help but stare as she finished getting ready. "Oh mon Dieu, ma chérie. Tu es superbe," (oh my god, my darling. You look fantastic) he whispered as he leaned against the mirror.

Y/N tucked her hair behind her ear. "Thank you, Lord Percival," she said, standing from the bed.

Striding over, she wrapped her arms around her neck and kissed him. It was quick and careful, so that Y/N didn't ruin her makeup. "How about we don't go to dinner," he suggested. "How about we stay here and I ravage you?"

She shook her head. "Please, Charles. We haven't been to dinner in so long," she said with a slight whine.

So, they went to dinner. With Charles driving, they looked every bit the rich Monégasque people everybody through they were. Some people took pictures of them as they drove past, on their way to the restaurant.

At the restaurant, they took their seats and ordered their drinks. "I'll be back in a moment," said Y/N when the waiter walked away. She stood from her seat, kissed Charles on the cheek (leaving a lovely red mark), and made her way to the bathroom.

Charles looked around the restaurant. Some people had their phone out, pointing them at him. Charles simply smiled as he waited for her to get back.

Y/N finished up in the bathroom and made her way outside. There was a small corridor, with the men's bathroom next to the women's, before leading back to the restaurant.

A man walked out of the bathroom beside her as Y/N walked out of the ladies room. He looked her up and down as Y/N fixed the skirt of her dress and leaned against the wall. The guy let out a whistle. "Je te ferai crier mon nom au lit ce soir, ma belle," (I'll have you screaming my name in bed tonight, gorgeous) he said.

Y/N sent a disgusted look his way. "I'm sorry, sir, but I'm here with my boyfriend," she spat and walked away. Walking back to her Lord Percival.

"Je m'en fiche, sexy. Je te ferai mendier pour moi dans ces toilettes si tu le veux," (I don't care about that, sexy. I'll have you begging for me in those stalls if you want it) he said, following her towards the restaurant.

Y/N ignored him as she walked back to her table. Just before she reached Charles, the guy reached forward, pinching her ass. Gasping, Y/N turned around, ready to throw a punch. But the man was gone. When he saw where she was heading, he backed off, walking to a table with what Y/N could only assume was his wife.

"What was that, Darling?" Asked Charles as Y/N sat down opposite him. Their drinks were already there and Charles had already had most of his.

Y/N took a sip of her drink. "Oh, nothing my love. Don't worry about it."

Charles narrowed his eyes. He believed her, but her answer wasn't filling him with confidence.

He was silent while they ate their food. Charles was quick to pay for the food and get Y/N back into the car. "I saw you with him, mon amour," he said as the drove away.

"What? Charles-"

"I'm going to make sure you never do anything like that again." His hand was on her thigh, gripping tight, travelling closer to where she needed him most.

"Charles," she whispered, hiking up the skirt of her dress. Charles' fingers danced across her bare thigh, sending a shiver up her spine.

Charles kept a hold of her hand as he walked her back into the apartment. He pushed the door shut behind them and locked it. There would be no interruptions tonight.

"Get in the bedroom and get that dress off," he said, walking to their kitchen.

Y/N ran off to the bedroom, unzipping and throwing off her dress as she went. She left it in a crumpled pile by the wardrobe and worked on taking off her shoes and underwear. Discarding them in the same manner, she laid back on the bed and stared at the door.

Anticipation was making it all the more exciting. She could hear Charles' shoes clicking against the floor as he approached, making her drip.

When he twisted the handle and pushed the door open, Y/N sat up and stared at him. Charles was still dressed, but his shirt was halfway unbuttoned, showing off his chest.

He was so pretty. So, so pretty.

"I don't like it when people try to take what's mine," he said, his voice low. He shrugged off his jacket and beckoned her closer.

On her hands and knees, Y/N crawled across the bed towards him. Charles pushed her hair behind her ear and tilted her chin up to kiss her. "Si jolie, mon amour. Tellement jolie." (So pretty, my love. So fucking pretty)

Still clothed, Charles pushed her back onto the bed. He ran his hands over her body, over all the places that made her shiver. Over her breasts and down to her core.

His touches were light as he touched her folds. "Charles," she cried, throwing her head back. With one hand he touched her and, with the other, he unbuckled her belt. "Nobody touches my girl," he said through a growl, his touches becoming rougher.

Flipping Y/N over, she pulled his cock from his trousers. Charles lined himself up and entered swiftly. He was still fully clothed, standing over Y/N on her hands and knees.

Charles' thrusts started slow. But they quickly got rougher. Charles had a grip on her hair, holding her up, exposing her throat. His hips were moving at a bruising pace, his thrusts hitting all the right places.

"Oh my," she gasped. "Charles!"

The hand gripping her throat moved around to her neck, pulling her back into her chest. If it wasn't for his grip, Y/N would have fallen forward, allowing her body to be pounded into the sheets. Charles bit and kissed at her shoulder, sucking dark bruises into the place where her shoulder met her neck.

Y/N was lost in a haze of sex and pleasure. She cried his name again ans again, repeating it like a prayer.

When Y/N came undone Charles kept going. He didn't let up on the pace, not until his thrusts became sloppy and his hips stilled against her, spilling his seed inside of her.

For a moment, Charles didn't pull out. He just held Y/N there, his cock buried inside of her. His breathing was erratic, his body sweaty.

"C'est ma gentille fille. Tu as fait du bien pour moi," (That's my good girl. You did so good for me) he whispered, kissing her gently.

Slowly, Y/N pulled away from him. She laid herself on the bed and reached out for Charles, trying to pull him closer. As he came closer, he took off his shirt and his pants discarding them. "I love you," she said, pulling him close for a kiss.

"Let's get you cleaned up," Charles replied, pulling her to her wobbly feet.

#charles leclerc #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x female reader #charles leclerc smut #charles leclerc x reader smut #f1 #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 smut #formula 1 #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 smut #formula one #formula one imagine #formula one x reader #formula one smut #cl16 #cl16 imagine #cl16 x reader #cl16 smut

[noellefan101]

Nick-Names - Genshin

Characters: Xiao, Scaramouche, Venti, Lyney, Albedo, Kaveh, Thoma, Diluc, Childe, Heizou, Kazuha x GN reader

Warnings: a lot of cheesy and weird nicknames, if you dont like some for a specific char you're welcome to send me your ideas, could be modern au, established relationship

(you can clearly see that i prob put in an OC, so im so sry, but some i just also really head-canon as the "would rather date a loving person than be loving" if you get what i mean)

Summary: both of your pet names for each other, some silly some sweet

Note: you can really tell where i had no ideas for nicknames. and ik i use both 'pet names' and 'nicknames' but im just kinda stupid and didnt care to change stuff when i was already done with it. also i may just have a problem but why does princess sound 10x better than prince, no matter your gender, anyway love youuuu

Xiao

He will always say what is on his mind, and he did the same thing when you brought up using pet names. he wasn't very fond of the idea, and sometimes he still isn't(depending on the situation). but he has gotten used to it more over time, like when you burst open his door and to talk to him while using the most absurd nicknames he´s ever heard of.

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Pet names for you: lovely, qinxing, [shorter version of your name](sry people with short names, i fell ya)

Pet names for him: babe, baby, cutie, dove, birdy, my alatus

Scaramouche

Will never admit he likes being called weird things by you, EVER. if he did then he was drunk and he was totally lying. and that counts with calling you stuff as well, he would rather die than admit he doesn't just call you that bc you wanted him to.

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Pet names for you: idiot, princess/prince, dear

Pet names for him: smoochi, love

Venti

He was probably the one who suggested the idea at first, like two days/weeks (seconds) into your relationship. i also think he already had at least one nickname for you when you were "just friends", in the crushing phase, and has some for all his other friends as well(prob also his teachers if school au, lul).

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Pet names for you: windblume, cecilia, [insert the cheesiest thing you can think of], my love

Pet names for him: venni, my dear, sweetheart, my bard

Lyney

He would be over the moon if you gave him a nickname, and would instantly be looking like a tomato too. would increase its usage by tenfolds if you said you liked one of his nicknames. you cannot stop him even if you somehow got 'Father' involved.

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Pet names for you: babe, mon trésor, mon amour, beautiful

Pet names for him: sweetie, amour, lyn

Albedo

He didn't really see a use for it at first, finding it kind of useless. but sooner or later realized how happy you looked when he had somehow slipped up and called you 'love' when he needed your assistance. and later just didn't bother to stop.

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Pet names for you: love, my cecelia, my dear

Pet names for him: 'bedo, lovely, (my) genius

Kaveh

He LOVES nick-names, probably made one for everyone in the friend group(yk alhaitham, tighnari n cyno), and would be delighted to make some up for you.

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Pet names for you: beloved, lovely

Pet names for him: baby,

Thoma

He really wanted to try using them, yes he calls Ayato and Ayaka my lord and my lady, but its just not the same as calling your lover something sweet. and good luck if you don't like it, he's keeping those names forever.

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Pet names for you: babe, sweetheart, baby, sleepyhead, lovely

Pet names for him: babe, love

Diluc

He honestly wasn't a fan at first, he hated it even. but of course, you being you, insisted on using names for him, and encouraged him to at least try to use some for you. so he kinda got into routine with it.

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Pet names for you: my love, my dear

Pet names for him: dear, red head, love, my hero

Childe

Of course, he would use nick-names and such, he uses nick-names for the traveler and paimon, so of course he would be using such with you. honestly how could he not, especially when you're looking all cute cuddled up in his hoodie.

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Pet names for you: my love, beloved, cupcake

Pet names for him: ginger, ma strong man(only for teasing purposes), hubby

Heizou

He'll almost never call you by your actual name, he didnt even when you two were just friends, only in the most serious of times would he do that. so it was no surprise that when you actually started dating, they could only become sweeter and cheesier as time goes by.

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Pet names for you: princess/prince, baby, beautiful, (my) sunshine

Pet names for him: hei, zou-zou, babe

Kazuha

He loves it bc no matter what you call him he'll be happy. and he makes sure you have "some" as well, and i guess he just can't stop coming up with more, and they're always more cheesy than the last. you don't know how he does it, but maybe its just his poetry skills coming through.

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Pet names for you: dove, (my) love, sweetheart, sweetie, my dear

Pet names for him: kazu, dear

thank u for reading whatever this thing is(totally not a filler bc i habe been working on that streamer au for too long), luv ya-Masterlist

You are welcome to reblog and like any of my posts, but you CAN NOT translate, copy or hate on anybody for liking my posts

#kazuha x reader #childe x reader #heizou x reader #lyney x reader #xiao x reader #scaramouche x reader #albedo x reader #diluc x reader #kaveh x reader #thoma x reader #venti x reader #noelle´s maiden #noellefan101 #gn reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

Can I req a fic where d.m. gets jealous because he thinks his s/o is flirting with the others (tuberose , gatto and maybe fiona crimson witch) but she's just being polite? Poor girl just wanted to show her appreciation to d.m.'s henchmen but he thinks that she's trying to flirt 😔😔. Thanks!

I dont picture him being the jealous type. He is very secure in his place with you but he is aware others want you in their own way. But lol he has you first

Jealousy is such an ugly emotion all creatures have, all those sentient, Sir Désire Mélodis has felt those emotions before— When he was a child. It was a natural reaction as he had shared his childhood with his beloved brother. It is natural and is addressed accordingly. He knows you have felt jealousy as he is a very loved man by many members of high society. No, not jealousy, you felt as if you were competing between them and the Detectives. He had not intended to make you believe you had to compete with Mr. Inference or Lady Truth, they were ants compared to you.

Beautiful, fascinating you who ensnares his heart with your boundless love and quick wit. You are brave yet shy, cautious yet bold. You are perfect.

“I do love how you styled your hair today, (Name).” The new maid, a witch, compliments you as she places tea down for you. You are currently reading over paperwork for your father, and Désire is happy to provide a quiet space for you to focus.

“Thank you. I had to get help to style it this morning.” Smiling as she plays with one of the hairpins. A snake wrapped around a branch with white dangling jewelry petals.

“The tea is delicious!” You took several sips, “What is it?”

“Oh, nothing special.” The Crimson Witch is idly chatting with you.

Désire watches from a dark corner, he is quite pleased to see you getting along with his associates. The one who likely will never meet is Noir as he is a solitary type. Désire was sure you would never meet Tuberose but circumstances had called for that to change.

The Lord Professor's were exposed in parts and not all were shared, this is to protect you. If something happens to him, he has plans to keep you safe.

“Mon petit gâteau,” Approaching when the witch maid leaves you to your work, “Good afternoon, any headway?” His walk is elegant, and graceful with his cane in hand. You smile big and wide for him, he leans over the chair to kiss your cheek. He stands at his full height as he reads over the paper in your hand.

“Good afternoon, monsieur,” You stretch your back out a bit, “Some. Most are bills and others are invitations.” You yawn.

“Sounds like you need a break, my love.”

You nod a bit, “Maybe. Perhaps a walk?” Tilting your head back to look up at him.

Désire shakes his head slightly, “I have a meeting to attend in the museum. If you wish to take a walk, take Tuberose along.”

You learned early on in the relationship, Désire Mélodis takes his work seriously. It is not to affront you, he just has goals and does what is necessary to achieve them. Plus his assistant is pleasant to be around though you know he is there to protect you.

“One day people are going to think I am having an affair with him.”

The bark of laughter is loud as your beloved laughs at the ridiculousness of that. The Lord professor knows every well Tuberose heart belongs to another but he is charmed by you as well. The man knows better than to attempt to seduce you both out of respect for you but a fear/respect for his colleague. Gatto though, Désire Mélodis knows the man must care for you outside of the professional realm.

A lonely boy who is fascinated by the macabre, he is no threat as you are obvious to the way the man feels.

“Wow.” Rolling your eyes playfully as you organize the paperwork and finish your tea.

“What, you want me to be the jealous lover?” When you stand up crossing behind the chair allowing your one and only to tug you close to him. “Perhaps I should lock you in my room.” Your hands are on his chest as he leans his head over your shoulder and whispers in French the most debauched things into your ear.

“Still fearing the option of the lowly populous?”

“N-no, sir…”

“Sir? Mon petit gâteau, I believe I can spare an hour to indulge.”

#idv #anon ask #reader insert #joseph desaulnier x reader #joseph desaulnier #joesph desaulnier x you #idv photographer #photographer x reader #photographer x you #identity v photographer #idv x you #idv x reader #idv joseph x reader #idv joseph #identity v x reader #identity v #identity v x you #identity v joseph

[earls-wife]

Hello! I hope y'all are well lovelies. Here's the next repost of The Earl and his Wife's marriage life.

Warnings: mature themes, no smut just a love struck man who body worships his wife with thoughts of his.

This takes place three years into The Earl and his wife's marriage.

Reader is always female.

The Lord's A Beggar

Astré wasn’t one to beg.

But he would if his wife asked him to worship her. He would even utter a “please” for his lady.

Head to toe she was every inch the goddess he dreamed of in his teenage years. How they met still burned him open for all others to see. Eyes that pierced his scheming agenda with such ferocity it shook his core. Gone were his plans for the day. Instead he was here, at her alter to worship and burn incense to his goddess. His one true love and companion.

Hands dragged up thighs that ran with warmth, the same warmth he had fallen into night after night. His lips chased the trail of goosebumps left behind in the chilly wake of his finger tips. She completed him. In every way he longed to have her by his side for every moment he drew breath, but that was impossible. Death would come for them both before he had his fill.

“My Lord, you have work to do.”

Her voice called to him so sweetly in his fevered haze that she had induced by existing. So different from Elizabeth, his cousin, she was. His wife never had to try for his attention, no she gathered it with a mere tilt of her head and impish grin. His wife never asked him for things or demanded he attend soirées. He would if she asked though. No, his wife was a silent woman who kept her secrets within the confines of the home he had for them to dwell in.

Her requests were easy, simple, like breathing.

“Must I? I would rather stay here and offer gifts to my lover. May I stay mon bijou?”

Only she could make him beg.

Mon bijou- my jewl

#ciel phantomhive x reader #kuroshitsuji #black butler ciel #reader insert #ciel phantomhive #ciel x reader #f reader #kuroshitsuji x reader #female reader #black butler #ciel phantomhive imagines

[implalazz]

Waaaaaaaaa I’m back with more yokai fusions & also a comically small Buchikoma

L-R: Blazitina, RoboGrapenyan, Damonono, Buchikoma, Komajisan, Pandatina

Again more design thoughts under tha cut ✌️

My fingers always feel sore after typing this much….. Lots of learning about the details of traditional clothes this time. I chose these pairings cuz I felt lazy & wanted to draw the simpler ones first lol

Blazitina: Lion girl 👍 First thing I can think of in my thought process was making the belt an obi sash. Tattered at the ends to batch Blazion’s & with an obijime for fun. I didn’t super feel like giving her the same kind of Miku-esque kimono sleeves that I gave Lord Lie-In so I just made them weird kinda arm warmers. Did the same for her pants too, I’m not sure what they’re called but they’re inspired by the leg warmer kinda things in PLA on the fancy kimono. Also gave her a juban cuz idk I made her gi dip too far under her arms & yknow she’s a little lady she’s gotta stay covered up. I know all of this traditional kimono gear isn’t conductive to good karate but whatever…… She doesn’t get boots cuz I like drawing paws & her ahoge mimic Blazion’s scar (I didn’t have enough room to fit it in). I was thinking of giving her an x shaped hair clip but I thought it’d be too busy on her head. Overall despite some things I’d change (the way I shaped the obi I know realize the shape is TOO stylistic) I think this is my favourite design of the bunch

RoboGrapenyan: Very much inspired by the pkmn Violet paradox mons* (*See the bells & eyes.) Not much to say it’s a pretty straightforward fusion. The tail onibi are lightbulbs because it feels more robotic & I thought it’d be cool. The jet exhaust is grape soda……. That was a choice. LOOK I’LL EXPLAIN, uh….. grape….. grape exhaust? Grape vapor? Grape soda????? Sure. Also I think in the back of my mind I was thinking of that soda gun from that one episode of SpongeBob. Naughty Nautical Neighbors. I had to google it I had to know what episode it was….. yeah.

Damonono: YAAAAYYYYY FIRST TIME DRAWING HAKAMA THEY’RE WEIRD BUT I’LL GET BETTER AT IT!! They’re supposed to be split leg hakama but in every reference I looked up they’re so wide that they just look like the skirt kind rather than having two leg holes. I gave them hakama cuz bootleg jeans would be weird with a kimono. And I like hakama. That’s it. The sleeves….. Let’s talk about those. I didn’t wanna give them the heart guns/cannons cuz idk…. I liked the way Damona’s hands were posed & I wanted to keep that. So instead they have weird fucked up heart shaped kimono sleeves. I wanted to keep Damona’s long obi too but I thought it might mess with the silhouette already having the sleeves & also that’s just not a thing you do with hakama. So….. her sleeves are kind of like the end of her obi…….. I’m only now realizing she could’ve had them tied up normally & they could still hang that low….. whatever. In my mind they go under the obi, get tied up so they can put on the hakama, & then untie them & let them hang over the hakama. Look I don’t think of fashion in terms of is this normal? Is this practical? If it looks good I do it. Not much else to say. I had to look up a tutorial on how to put on hakama cuz I wanted them to be as accurate as possible……. And now I know how to put them on so that’s cool I guess. I LOVE LEARNING!!!!!!!!

Buchikoma: Again pretty simple. I gave him a little tuft of hair to emulate Buchinyan’s wispy hair tuft. I forgot to draw the spot of the side of the right thigh, lol. His eye spot is shaped like an onibi cuz it’s cute 👍. His haramaki has the patterning of Jibakoma’s tummy spot cuz I can’t not give him the haramaki that’d be a crime. His ears are farther apart & smaller like Jibakoma’s, & his tail onibi are shaped like that cuz idk I tried to imagine what Jibakoma’s tail looked like & I thought of that. Overall another one of my favourite yokai fusions I’ve done. That’s my son

Komajisan: SPLIT EARS!!!!! Inspired by a fandom design of a certain character from a certain comic I won’t name….. IYKYK. Split ears cuz 2. Also extra swirly bits on the swirls cuz 2. I was thinking of adding blue spots to his bindle but I didn’t like how it looked so I didn’t do it. Fun paw spots cuz it’s cute. Forehead onibi are kinda angry lookin cuz idk….. I just felt it. Also mini onibi in between the forehead ones cuz 2. Some makeup accenting cuz……. IT’S CUTE!!!!!!!! I was also thinking of making the onibi half brown & half blue but it looked bad so yeah, I didn’t do it.

Pandatina: Probably my favourite in terms of lineart. I actually got noticeably better at drawing kimono particularly the sleeves. I’m proud :]. I honestly didn’t feel like giving her a haori/cape/whatever so I didn’t (also I just forgot to lol.) So she has a good sewn into the collar of her kimono. Clover shaped obijime like Slimatina cuz it looks cool & I like it, also I needed more clover shapes lol. She’s got one in her hair because of that too, I was thinking of making it blue but I thought nahh. She’s intentionally very pale cuz I wanted her skin tone to really match the snake part of her body. And she has eyeshadow on to emulate the spots around Pandanoko’s eyes, same with her pupils. Again just a simple fusion

#🔩.my art #yokai watch #yokai oc #fusion #Frostina #blazion #robonyan #grapenyan #casanono #damona #pandanoko #komasan #komajiro #buchinyan #jibakoma

[glazeflower]

Ensemble Stars characters giving there S/O pet names (my favs edition)

Tatsumi Kazehaya

Dear

My angel

Beloved

He would be so old fashion type of lover

Or he would use your name

Depends on were you guys at

Shu Itsuki

100% he uses this pet name the most

Doll

No further explanation needed for that one

Other pet names are

Ma/mon cherie

Dearest

My muse

Tsukasa Suou

Dear

Beloved

My lady/lord

My queen/king/majesty

My liege

Idk were anymore but in someones post they said that "if they audition are princess then your the queen because he is Knights king" and I love that(⁠~⁠￣⁠³⁠￣⁠)⁠~

He's giving fairy tale prince vibes of pet names frfr

Eichi Tenshouin

Dearest

My love

Honey

Classic gentleman real(⁠●⁠♡⁠∀⁠♡⁠)

Hajime Shino

Honey

Sweetie

Love

Just sweet little pet names form this sweet little guy

Arashi Narukami

Love

Dear

Cutie

Sweetie

She would definitely be that type of lover

She would also say it with the most sweetest tone ever to you like

Sweetie~

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Enamored [41] - Too Many Drinks

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful feedback my loves, you’re amazing!❤ I hope you’ll like this chapter as well, and please let me know what you think, thank you! ❤ And as always, thank you @theskytraveler for helping me with the chapter and the story❤

Summary: A drunk mind speaks a sober heart.

Warnings: Regency era society and social rules, mentions of sex, some gender specific language and terms, mentions of pregnancy, drinking.

Word Count: 7000

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Ever since you had married the love of your life, it felt as if you were walking on the clouds.

Happiness was almost making you feel dizzy, from the time you woke up until the time you fell asleep. It was beyond everything you could have imagined, and you were quite certain you would never tire of waking up next to him.

That was exactly why when you reached out and felt the empty spot beside you in bed, your eyes opened with a frown.

This wasn’t how you were used to being woken up. Anthony always woke you up with kisses and sweet whispers, and more often than not, you would be pulled away from the haze of sleep with his head between your—

A fire spread over your face and you shook your head slightly as you sat up in bed, clutching at the silk sheets. You and Anthony had been up until the midnight as usual and your muscles were sore in the most pleasant way possible, even the thought making you heave a sigh. You checked the clock on the wall and tilted your head, then pushed the sheets off of you before getting up from the bed to grab your shift off the floor where Anthony had thrown it last night.

It was still rather early for breakfast, and you figured probably Lucie was just waking up, so picking a dress could wait until after you found where Anthony was.

You put your dressing gown on top of your shift, trying it tightly around your waist and paused for a moment to think about whether you should put your hair in a bun, but decided otherwise; leaving it in its natural state. The rest of the family had moved out of the house into their new house two days ago, and considering the time, it was obvious you wouldn’t be getting any visitors.

You would get into an appropriate dress at a more appropriate time in the morning anyway.

You yawned and put your slippers on before you left the room to walk down the hallway. As you had expected, he wasn’t in the music room or the drawing room, and you turned your head when you saw Mrs. Burchett walking by.

“Good morning Mrs. Burchett.”

She turned around immediately and approached you.

“Good morning my lady,” she curtsied. “The breakfast is not ready yet, but if you’d like I can inform the cook that you want it earlier today.”

“Oh no, please don’t,” you said. “It can be at its usual time, thank you. I was actually wondering if Lord Bridgerton has left for somewhere or…?”

“I think he’s in his study my lady.”

You snapped your fingers. “Right,” you said. “His study, of course. Thank you Mrs. Burchett.”

She curtsied as you walked past her to go downstairs and reached the foyer, then approached the closed door of Anthony’s study and nibbled on your lip. You paused for a moment, then raised your fist to softly knock on the wood.

“Anthony?”

No reply.

You frowned, then opened the door to peek inside, the view making you tilt your head, a smile playing on your lips. Anthony had seemed to have dozed off on his desk, slouching on his chair, his forehead leaning on his arm on the desk while the other one rested on top of stacks of paper. You looked behind you in the foyer, then stepped inside, closing the door behind you as quietly as possible before making your way to him.

“Mon amour?” you said gently, touching his hand and he took a deep breath and raised his head from his arm, groggily looking around. The sight was so heartwarming that you bit down on your lip and reached out to fix his hair that was tousled in his sleep while he looked up at you.

“Good morning my love,” he said, his voice still husky with sleep and your smile widened.

“Good morning,” you said and leaned back to the desk after pecking him on the lips. “What are you doing here?”

He ran a hand over his eyes then straightened his back and cracked his neck, making a face.

“I was planning on coming back to bed before you woke up.”

“What do you mean before I woke up?” you asked. “What time did you wake up?”

“Around four in the morning.”

You pulled your brows together.

“Why?”

He wrapped his arms around your hips to pull you closer to him, leaning his head on your stomach as you ran your fingers through his hair.

“Nightmare?” you asked and he nodded without lifting his head, still holding you tight. You scratched at his scalp with your nails, making him let out a content sigh.

“You’re here,” he said, his voice muffled and you pulled your hand back.

“Hm?”

He reached out to grab your hand and put it in his hair again, making you giggle.

“Don’t stop,” he murmured and you started stroking his hair, still smiling.

“Where else would I be mon amour?” you asked. “It’s my house too. Though my husband seems to have wanted to rob me of his presence, there are only so many rooms in here.”

Unlike what you were hoping for, your joke didn’t seem to make him laugh and you frowned.

“Anthony?”

“I had a nightmare that you were gone,” he admitted after a beat, his voice almost quiet. “I couldn’t…sleep again, and I didn’t want to wake you up so I came down here.”

You could swear your heart melted and you squeezed at his broad shoulders with your other hand.

“You should wake me up if it happens again though,” you told him. “Just a nightmare mon amour. I will always be here.”

He nodded quietly and you tugged at his hair gently, making him groan before he lifted his head to look up at you, his dark eyes soft as they met yours.

“Are you alright?” you asked and he shrugged his shoulders.

“My head hurts,” he murmured. “Has been since I woke up.”

“Can I convince you to come to bed and stay there until it goes away then?”

“I need to go over—” he motioned at the papers scattered on the desk. “All those. Concerning the new house and everything.”

“Mon amour…”

“I’ll take a break after I’m done.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, then grabbed his hand and took a step.

“Come on.”

“Y/N, I can’t—”

“I’m not taking you to bed,” you said, tugging at his hand until he stood up, and followed you to the sofa. You sat down and motioned at your lap.

“Put your head here,” you said, “I will help you with the headache.”

He chuckled and sat down before lying down on the sofa, his head resting in your lap. You placed your palm over his eyes so that the light spilling through the curtains wouldn’t bother him before burying your fingers into his hair again, raking your nails over his scalp. You could feel him relax under your touch and he heaved a deep sigh.

“How do you smell so good all the time?” he mumbled and you grinned.

“One of the many secrets a lady must keep to herself,” you said. “It’s more seductive that way.”

He scoffed a laugh. “Can’t argue with that.”

“Are you and Elias meeting tonight?”

“Hm?”

“Because me and Cece are attending Lady Danbury’s gathering tonight?” you said. “For married ladies only, have you forgotten?”

He hummed.

“I did,” he murmured. “But no, I don’t think we’ll meet tonight. What time are you coming back?”

“I’m not sure, Lady Danbury’s invitation didn’t have a specific ending time on it. Why?”

“I’ll probably have to chaperone Eloise to this ball, so I was just curious,” he said. “I might just leave it to Benedict though.”

“I don’t think Benedict can be intimidating to Eloise’s suitors.”

“I don’t think anyone can be as intimidating as Eloise when it comes to her suitors.”

You let out a giggle. “Until the right suitor comes along and makes her fall in love.”

“I wouldn’t hold my breath darling,” he said, his voice laced with exhaustion. “She won’t fall in love.”

You hummed.

“That’s funny, I remember someone with the exact surname who said the same thing once.”

That drew out another chuckle from him.

“Fair enough,” he admitted as he took your palm to his lips to press a kiss in it, then put it over his eyes again, making you smile wide. “Is she your next candidate then?”

“Not yet,” you said. “I am thinking I could get to Abby first.”

“Cece’s sister?”

“Yeah. Cece says Lord Holloway is in love with her and she is in love with him but they’re both hesitant for some reason.”

“Holloway is courting Cece’s sister?”

“Barely. Please don’t tell me he has a mistress, I can’t break Abby’s heart.”

“Not as much as I’ve heard,” he said. “It’s just that he’s a bit…”

“What?”

“Shy.”

“Well so is Abby,” you said. “That’s why I must push them together. Would it not be nice to have another wedding before the season comes to an end and we all leave London?”

He hummed, clearly sleepy and you nibbled on your lip.

“I’ve already planned how it would go, but we must attend a ball together first, us and Abby and Lord Holloway,” you mused. “I cannot be obvious about it, so it must happen before their dance but it cannot happen as the first dance, which means Abby needs to dance with another suitor beforehand and…”

You stopped talking and checked whether he would notice but he seemed to have fallen into a deep slumber because of exhaustion. You waited for a couple of minutes, then pulled your hand back as slowly as possible so as not to wake him up. You moved away from him carefully as you held his head and placed a pillow under it, then grabbed the folded blanket at the foot of the sofa –no doubt from an earlier time he had slept there- and placed it on him. A fond smile curled your lips, your heart skipping a beat at the sight of his peaceful expression and you ran your fingertips over his hair, then kissed his cheek gently and walked to the door to step outside.

“Mr. Salford?” you whispered as you carefully closed the door behind you and the butler made his way to you.

“My lady?”

“Please tell the staff not to make any noise while walking past here,” you said. “And not to disturb the Viscount. He’s resting inside, I don’t want anyone to wake him up.”

“Of course my lady,” he bowed. “Shall we hold the breakfast until he’s awake?”

“That would be lovely,” you said. “Is Lucie awake?”

“I’ve just seen her my lady.”

“Wonderful, can you please send her to my room?”

“Of course,” he said. “Anything else?”

“Please send some fruit and tea to the west drawing room in half an hour, I will be there replying to letters and gifts until breakfast time after I get ready.”

“Yes my lady.”

“Thank you,” you said and walked upstairs, stretching your arms over your head, a smile playing on your lips.

After Lucie came to your and Anthony’s bedroom, she helped you get dressed and you made your way to the west drawing room so that you could at least finish writing some of the thank you letters before it was time for you to leave and meet Cecily. You had decided to meet so that you could go shopping for the baby –your idea, not hers- before Lady Danbury’s gathering in the evening.

You had no idea how much time had passed but you were almost finished with the half of the letters when you felt two strong hands clasping over your shoulders, making you jump up in your seat. You craned your neck to look up at him, a smile warming your face instantly.

“Good morning again,” you told Anthony who gave you a grin and bent down to kiss your forehead. His hair was sticking everywhere which was surely a sign of some good sleep, along with the rested look in his eyes. “I take it the headache is gone?”

“Mm hm,” he said, resting his hands on either side of you over the desk, caging you in as you inhaled his pleasant scent, then turned to the letter in front of you. “Remind me again why you’re doing this instead of having a maid do it?”

“Because it would be considered rude if I didn’t reply to them,” you said, squeezing at his muscular arm and crossed your legs, trying to focus. “I must add something personal too, see? Dear Lord and Lady Ackford, thank you very much for your wonderful gift and heartfelt wishes. Please give my kisses to little Bessy and congratulate her on my behalf for her wonderful harp skills—Bessy is their daughter, she’s just learned to play her first tune on the harp.”

“And you just knew that?”

“Why do you think I was walking around and making small talk with every guest on our engagement ball?”

He let out a chuckle. “I didn’t think you were gathering information my love,” he muttered before pulling your chair back to himself, making you squeal.

“Anthony, I’m not finished!”

“Too bad, I want to be with my wife,” he said, drawing a giggle from you as he pulled you up and you turned around in his embrace, then pecked him on the lips.

“Come on then,” you said, pulling him to the door. “We should have breakfast, I’m starving!”

                                               *

You were so happy to become an aunt that you could hardly wait until the due date. You knew it was months away, but you wanted your nephew to arrive already, even the thought of it filled you with so much happiness.

“I just think you should decide on the name so that we can stitch his blankets and such with his initials,” you said airily while you and Cecily walked through the street, “Or maybe a monogram! He must have a monogram surely.”

She suppressed a laugh.

“I cannot believe I must remind you and Elias this but there are months until the baby is here,” she said. “And I think I will wait until the birth to decide on the name.”

“You have no name in mind at all?”

“I have a lot,” she said. “That’s why I feel like it’s impossible to decide on one this early on.”

You heaved a dramatic sigh.

“I suppose,” you said. “But are you alright?”

“Yes, why would I not be?”

“Everyone keeps saying pregnant ladies get tired very fast, do you wish to sit down? We can if you’d like.”

Cecily shook her head.

“To repeat, I’m two months along at most,” she said. “That’s what the doctor said. It’s too early for me to be all tired. As my mama says, that comes later on.”

“But do you feel any different?”

Cecily thought for a moment.

“Not really,” she said. “I mean except for nausea in the mornings.”

“Do you have any cravings?”

She let out a laugh and nodded.

“I had the cook bake me a strawberry cake last night,” she admitted. “Elias is convinced that the baby will take after you.”

You smiled brightly.

“I cannot wait to meet him!”

“If you’re like this with my pregnancy, I cannot imagine how you will be with yours when the time comes,” she commented, making you nibble on your lip. “I fear you will buy everything baby related in the city before it’s born.”

The mere thought of having a baby of your own with Anthony almost melted your heart and you tried to control your impression, then cleared your throat.

“I’m sure there’s still time for that,” you said. “My friend Josie waited for two years for example. No one knows when it happens.”

“Something tells me yours will be a bit faster than that, judging by how you two are,” she said, making you giggle. “Have you and Anthony ever talked about it?”

“Having babies?” you asked, your heart skipping a beat. “Not really. I mean he knows I want a big family, I always have. I told him about it when we weren’t— when we weren’t on good terms, back in Stormview but…we didn’t talk about it afterwards.”

“Probably because you two are very busy with the act of it?”

“Cece!”

“Oh come on, I know very well why you two left the play in a haste the other day,” she said with a grin, making your cheeks burn.

“I just…I mentioned we could take a trip around the city, that’s all.”

“Oh you took a trip around the city?”

“Yeah.”

“What did you see?”

You blinked a couple of times and waved your hand in the air, trying to come up with something. “Things.”

“Mm hm, that’s what I thought,” Cecily said and stopped you in front of the herbal shop. “Do you want to come inside or do you want to wait here? It’ll only take me a moment.”

You took a look inside the tiny shop and shook your head.

“No, too many people already. What will you buy?”

“My mother told me about this tea she used to drink a lot when she was pregnant, it’s supposed to help with nausea,” she said. “I’ll just buy some and try it.”

“I’ll wait for you around here,” you said and she nodded, then walked into the shop. You looked around, then approached the next window that belonged to a jeweler shop, tilting your head.

The pink pearl bracelet looked rather lovely, but—

“…Cassie?”

You snapped out of your thoughts on whether you wanted to buy the bracelet or not and turned your head to look at the owner of the voice. The man staring at you seemed as if he had seen a ghost, his mouth slightly agape. He looked to be around your father’s age, with grays in his hair and beard, and you tilted your head, then smiled slightly.

“Y/N,” you corrected him. “She was my mother.”

He blinked a couple of times and swallowed thickly, then cleared his throat.

“Right,” he muttered. “Right, yes. Of course. You look so much alike, my lady.”

You nodded slowly.

“I take it you knew her?” you asked and he hesitated for a moment.

“You could say that,” he told you. “We uh—I had the pleasure of dancing with her on a couple of balls. Though I’m sure she didn’t share the sentiment, I wasn’t that good of a dancer.”

“Oh she used to claim the same, yet I know for a fact that she loved dancing nonetheless,” you said, waving a hand in the air and a shadow crossed his face as soon as his eyes caught the sight of your wedding ring. He looked almost lost in some sort of a memory, his jaw clenching before he tried to offer you a small smile.

“Yeah,” he said. “I remember that.”

“How rude of me, I don’t believe I caught your name,” you said and he cleared his throat.

“I’m—”

“What are the chances my mama told me to buy the foulest smelling tea in the world?” Cecily’s voice cut him off and you turned your head to look at her. “I can’t even imagine it being helpful with anything—oh my apologies. Have I interrupted you?”

You shook your head.

“Cece, this is—” you started but when you turned to look at the man, he was already walking away from you. You pulled your brows together.

“Who was that?” Cecily asked and you shrugged your shoulders.

“I don’t know,” you murmured. “He knew my mother though.”

Cecily hummed.

“That’s strange,” she muttered and held out the small bag for you. “Smell it.”

You leaned in to take a breath, then made a face.

“That smells disgusting!”

“I know,” she whined. “Ugh, it better be helpful. Shall we go?”

You thought for a moment, then nodded your head.

“Of course,” you said. “Let’s check the jeweler’s shop first though, I want to try on that bracelet.”

                                   *

Even you had to admit that you did not expect this when you thought of a married ladies gathering. When you first got the invitation you were certain it would perhaps be night full of tea and gossiping and some music but—

You hadn’t expected a game night with cards and alcohol and smoking.

It almost reminded you of the second parties that would take place in the backroom of the ballrooms back in Paris.

“I’m beginning to think I’m terrible at gambling,” you mused, taking a huge sip of your champagne and Cecily tilted her head.

“You think?”

“It’s very obvious at this point Y/N,” Lady Danbury said from her spot beside yours and you let out a laugh.

“Well in my defense, I’ve just learned this game!”

“So has Cecily, she hasn’t lost any rounds so far.”

Cecily smiled in almost a too sweet manner. “I’m just naturally lucky.”

“Well, newly Viscountess Bridgerton,” Lady Collins grinned at you. “How about we make this round a bit more interesting?”

“How?”

She nodded at your brand new pink pearl bracelet around your wrist and you looked down at it.

“I just bought it though,” you mumbled, turning it around your wrist. “I didn’t even get the chance to show it to Anthony yet.”

She hummed, then unclasped her diamond necklace and put it on the table.

“If you win, you can have this.”

You tilted your head and Lady Danbury smirked.

“Don’t fall for it,” she teased you and you took a deep breath, then shrugged your shoulders and placed your cards on the table. Lady Collins let out a laugh and placed her cards on the table as well, making your jaw drop.

“Oh no!”

“Warned you.”

“Well a deal is a deal,” you said and unclasped your bracelet, then pushed it in her direction.

“Aw thank you.”

“I’m sure it will look lovely on you!” you said with a bright smile, your mind almost fuzzy after countless glasses of champagne and you fanned yourself with your hand, then looked around.

“I think I will take some fresh air if you do not mind,” you said and Cecily stole a look at you.

“Do you want me to come with you?”

“Oh no, I’ll be right back,” you said and pushed your chair back, stumbling a little. You let out a giggle and dropped an exaggerated curtsy. “Ladies.”

You walked out of the room and made your way to the front door, then stepped outside, the chill weather helping you just a little with dizziness. There were some ladies outside as well who seemed to have wanted some fresh air just like you and you went down the marble stairs, then sat down on one of the benches before you lied on your back, keeping your gaze on the stars glimmering in the dark sky.

“May I join you?”

You turned your head, then held your breath and sat up again. The lady in front of you was Countess Banfield, the lady whose dinner party you had attended when you had first arrived, the one that had made Cecily Elias’s dinner partner and by extension making it possible for them to meet. She was only a couple of years older than you but she carried herself with great elegance as you had noticed when you had gone to thank her for the dinner party all those months ago.

“Lady Banfield!” you said. “Hello!”

“Hello Lady Bridgerton,” she said with a small smile as she held up her glass. “Congratulations again on your happy matrimony.”

“Thank you!” you said, pressing a hand on your chest. “And of course you can join, it’d be my pleasure!”

“I see I’m not the only one who has indulged in champagne a bit too much,” she commented as she sat next to you and you let out a laugh.

“Champagne and…some other drinks as well.”

“Mmm, you mixed them?”

“They were all delicious!”

“I will not envy you next morning,” she said and you shrugged your shoulders.

“I’m sure it will be alright,” you said and straightened your back. “And I wanted to thank you on behalf of Cece and Elias. I hope one day my events bring couples together like yours did with them.”

She raised her glass, mocking a toast. “I do throw lavish dinner parties if I say so myself.”

You nodded fervently. “And Cece is pregnant now!”

“Tell her she can make the next one during the next dinner party I host, I won’t mind.”

You bit down on your lip, trying to contain your laughter.

“And how is marriage treating you?” she asked, “The lady who tamed the capital R Rake?”

“Aw thank you for asking, we’re in love!” you all but chirped. “I do enjoy marriage more than I’ve enjoyed anything else in my entire life. Everyone keeps making it look more difficult than it is if you ask me.”

She waved a hand in the air.

“Oh marriage is not hard,” she said. “That is if desire and love are present.”

“You’ve made a love marriage too?”

“Mm hm,” she nodded with a smile. “I’m lucky to be one of the few, along with you.”

“And how long have you been married?”

“Five years in October.”

You awwed.

“And do you have any advice for a happy marriage?” you asked. “I have certain questions to ask every in love couple around me.”

She tapped her cheek and leaned back, swirling the drink in her glass.

“Well, it’s the ladies’ night,” she muttered. “Anything that’s said here stays here and I’m too drunk to follow any stifling rule. I’d love to give you some advice. What do you want to ask?”

You thought for a moment, then swallowed thickly.

“I was going to ask this to my aunt actually but,” you said. “I suppose it could be nice to have an objective viewpoint on it. Is it normal if…”

“Hm?”

A fire burned your cheeks but you raised your chin defiantly “Is it normal if a lady desires her husband too much?”

She stared at you and a small laugh spilled from her lips.

“What do you mean, too much?”

“Well I know I have duties to attend to,” you said. “And I was very much looking forward to them until—until my wedding night. And now I…I cannot focus on anything at all, I just—wish to be with him. In the marital way, all the time.”

She sipped her drink.

“Do tell me, how many times does he have you?”

You looked up at the sky, trying to count in your head.

“Well it depends but not less than three.”

“Three times a week? That’s completely—”

“A day.”

She raised her brows. “He has you three times a day?”

“Well most of the time more than that but yes,” you said. “Because it’s um—in the morning, and then sometimes wherever we are in the afternoon, and of course at night. More than once at night, most of the time. We usually go to sleep around dawn.”

“…Wow.”

“And even with all that, it’s—almost magic of the sort,” you insisted. “It should be enough surely but whenever I’m away from him, it’s as if it hasn’t happened in centuries, I wish to go back to him even now as we speak!”

She threw her head back, letting out a clear laugh before reaching out to hold your hand.

“Aren’t you sweet…” she said. “My dearest, you desire your husband and it’s very obvious he desires you. Enjoy it, there’s no such a thing as too much.”

“Are you certain?”

“Mm hm. It should even keep away the arguments if you ask me.”

“We almost had an argument yesterday,” you said. “But then he…convinced me to forgive him.”

“How so?”

“Well I’m so happy that he desires me but just yesterday morning he ripped my dress in a haste and it was such a beautiful dress!” you whined. “And now I cannot wear it until Lucie finishes mending it, but I really liked that dress. I was even going to wear it tonight!”

She scoffed and winked at you.

“You can’t blame him, I think anyone would do the same,” she said. “I know I would.”

“Really?”

“Have you seen yourself?”

You gave her a bright smile. “Thank you, I think you’re incredibly beautiful as well. Your husband is very lucky.”

She tilted her head, eyeing you up and down with a small smile.

“So is yours.”

“There you are!” you heard Cecily’s voice and you turned your head, then grinned at her.

“Cece, look who I’m with! Your Cupid!”

“Hello Lady Banfield.”

“Lady Westcliff,” Lady Banfield said. “Come sit with us, we’re talking about husbands and how lucky they are to have us.”

Cecily giggled and sat beside you, and you laid down to rest your head on her legs.

“Lady Banfield was just telling me that it’s normal for a lady to desire her husband too much.”

“To repeat, there’s no such a thing as too much.”

Cecily fixed your hair. “How drunk are you exactly?”

“Very!”

“And you, Lady Banfield?”

“I enjoy ladies’ night and alcohol,” she said with a shrug of her shoulders. “And as I’ve said Y/N, you have nothing to worry about.”

You pursed your lips. “I do worry about one more thing though.”

“Oh this is going to be fun,” Cecily said and you sat up, and heaved a sigh.

“He assured me in a very smug way that he was fine but the other day I…I accidentally…” you trailed off and looked between them. “Have you ever accidentally left a mark?”

“What?”

“Because I didn’t even realize but I accidentally scratched him—his back I mean,” you added. “And it was rather deep but he didn’t tell me during….that, and when I realized it, it was too late and he looked rather pleased about it if you ask me but his back has my scratch marks and I don’t want him to resent me for it deep down.”

Lady Banfield and Cecily exchanged glances, wearing almost identical grins before turning to you.

“Oh I’m sure he does not.”

“I’d say he enjoyed that.”

“Is it common then?” you asked. “Does it happen to you too?”

Cecily stole a look at Lady Banfield. “Lady Banfield?”

“Oh no, you can answer first, I will answer after you,” she said. “Go on, do share with us.”

Cecily shifted her weight and cleared her throat.

“Not scratching so to speak but I…bite him sometimes,” she said, making your jaw drop. “I can get a bit loud so that’s—anyway, he does enjoy it. He was the one who came up with the suggestion actually.”

You snapped your fingers. “Is that why his collars went up since he got married? I thought he was trying a new look!”

Cecily waved her hands in the air. “Well yes, and it’s your turn now, Lady Banfield.”

“Catherine,” she said. “We’re exchanging bed stories, no need for formalities. And it happens from time to time with me too.”

“Catherine knows a lot about marriage Cece!”

Catherine grinned and motioned at you. “Have either of you ever been blindfolded during the act?”

“No?”

“Never.”

“You should try it,” she shrugged airily with a grin before nodding at you. “It’s rather fun. Or if you’re that worried about scratching him accidentally, your husband can tie you up.”

You gasped. “Is that what you do?”

“Sometimes,” she said. “Sometimes I tie him up.”

Cecily tilted her head as if considering the suggestion and you raised your brows.

“But how would that work?”

“Quite splendidly,” she said and downed her drink, making you giggle.

“Can we always attend these ladies nights?” you asked and Catherine let out a laugh.

“It’s rather fun, is it not?” she asked and stood up, then motioned at you two. “Now come on. We should gamble and drink some more before we exchange even more stories.”

                                               *

By the time you had gone back home, it was almost three in the morning. You got out of the carriage with the help of the coachman, then gathered up your skirts and ran up the marble stairs to enter the house.

“Anthony!” you called out, your voice echoing in the dark foyer. “Anthony! Are you sleeping?”

The door to his study opened and he stepped outside,

“Y/N?”

“Oh here you are!” you said and he shushed you, striding to you in three steps.

“Darling, it’s three a.m. The whole staff is asleep.”

“But I missed you!” you said and lowered your voice to a whisper, wobbling in your spot before his hands grabbed your upper arms to make sure you wouldn’t lose your balance. “And I must tell you I love you! I thought of it in the carriage—well no, because I always think about how much I love you but I really missed you tonight and I was looking forward to seeing you and I hoped you weren’t asleep and voila, you aren’t!”

A smile pulled at his lips and he tilted his head to the right.

“How much did you drink exactly?”

You gasped. “A lot!” you said. “I had port, and then champagne, and then some rum—and Lady Danbury has something that looks like water, came from another country.”

“Jesus Christ.”

“And you drink scotch too right?” you asked. “Can I have some of that?”

“No.”

“Then some port!”

“Water.”

“Can it be the water Lady Danbury was serving?”

“That wasn’t water darling.”

“It was transparent!”

“I’m sure it was. How about we get you to bed, hm?”

You shook your head. “No, I want cake.”

“What?”

“Strawberry cake,” you said. “The cook made some the other day, do you think we still have it?”

“Let’s get you to bed, and then I can check the kitchen and bring it to you—”

“Let’s go to the kitchen together!” you said, darting from his grip to run down the hallway with him catching up with you almost immediately, grabbing at you to pull you back, making you let out a laugh.

“No running when you’re black out drunk.”

“I’m not that drunk!” you protested but leaned to him as he repressed a chuckle.

“Mm hm, of course you’re not.”

“And I want you to know I don’t have any resentment towards you even if you ripped my dress I was planning on wearing tonight.”

He smirked at you as he helped to towards the kitchen. “You have a hundred gowns darling.”

“But I planned to wear it tonight!” you said. “And we’ve been over this Anthony! If I change the dress, I have to change the shoes. If I change the shoes, I have to change the jewelry. If I have to change jewelry—”

“Alright, I’ll buy you as many gowns as you want, how about that?”

You shot him a bright smile. “That sounds lovely, thank you,” you said and entered the kitchen, then looked around for any sharp object.

“What are you doing?”

“I’ll unlock the cabinet.”

Anthony pressed his lips together to control his expression.

“This is your house my love,” he reminded you. “Just open it.”

“It’s not locked?”

“No.”

“Oh,” you said and went to open the drawer, then let out a happy noise and pulled the huge plate of strawberry cake to yourself. Anthony grabbed a fork from the drawer, then handed it to you and you put it beside you on the table, then jumped to sit on the table and placed the plate in your lap, happily digging into the cake, humming a melody to yourself.

It was only after a minute that you realized Anthony was watching you with a fond smile on his face and you chewed on your bite, then swallowed it.

“What?”

“Nothing,” he said, still smiling. “I love you, you know that right?”

“You’re the love of my life and you can blindfold me any time you want.”

The words seemed to have had some sort of an effect on him because he started coughing, then cleared his throat.

“…Come again?”

“Lady Banfield says I should ask you.”

“What—”

“And she would rip my dress too she says, isn’t that nice of her?”

“She—”

“And Cece bites Elias.”

“What?”

“Lady Banfield says that happens though.”

Anthony blinked a couple of times, gawking at you and you nodded your head, getting some cake on your fork again.

“She told me to tell you to blindfold me.”

“Did she?”

“Yes. Told Cece too. But not in a “I got you a present” kind of way. In a bedroom kind of way.”

A mischievous smirk curled his lips. “Mm hm.”

“Have you ever done that?”

“I’m not answering that question.”

“Lady Banfield says it’s fun,” you pointed at him with your fork. “She blindfolds her husband though.”

“I can never look Lord Banfield in the eye again.”

“Hm?”

“Nothing. What else did she—”

You gasped, making him jump up in surprise.

“What happened?”

“I got a very pretty bracelet today!” you said and pouted your lips. “I was very excited to show you but Lady Collins has it now.”

“How did that happen?”

“I lost it on the gaming table,” you said, your brows pulled together in almost a petulant manner, making him chuckle.

“Oh really?”

“I also lost twenty pounds. Because she—I had two queens but she had three aces! And then I thought three kings were enough, but apparently not!”

Anthony nodded, still smiling before he filled you a glass of water and handed it to you.

“Drink all of that.”

“Why?”

“You’ll thank me in the morning. So about what Lady Banfield was telling you—”

“She was drunk too but she’s such a lovely drunk,” you said, taking a huge sip of water before taking a piece of cake into your mouth again, dangling your legs over the edge of the table. “Only Cece wasn’t drunk, she took a sip and then felt sick because of the baby—which reminds me!” you said. “Anthony mon amour, Cece disagrees but we are having our son’s crib brought in from Paris, aren’t we?”

Anthony looked very amused. “Darling we don’t have a son.”

“We will have a son. And his crib will be better than François Guillaume Andrieux’s crib because Cece and Elias refuse to listen to me even if I’m right as always.”

“Wait, who?”

“Our nephew!”

Anthony stared at you. “Elias and Cecily are naming the baby François Guillaume Andrieux if it’s a boy?”

“No!” you said. “They haven’t decided on a name yet so I’m naming him such.”

“And you decided to just give him three French names in a row?”

“Those were the top of my baby names list,” you said. “Aren’t they wonderful? I searched for a lot of names before deciding on those back in Paris. At first I did it so that I could help my friend Marie choose a name and then I decided that while I was at it, I could decide on my future babies’ names as well. But I love Cece and Elias so they can use some of those names.”

“Yeah I wouldn’t…hold my breath on them naming him that.”

You hummed. “Why not?”

“So many reasons.”

“What are we going to name our baby then?”

“Not that.”

A gasp left your lips and you waved the fork in his direction. “He can’t grow up without a name Anthony!”

“To repeat, we don’t have a baby—”

“We should have a nursery.”

“You’re not even listening to me, are you?”

“Two nurseries!” you said with a mouthful of cake. “Because he’s going to get bored if he’s in the same room all the time—can give him a French name at least?”

“Can we give our heir who will inherit the title a French name?” he repeated. “No we cannot my love.”

“That’s fair. How about our second born?”

“Also no.”

“Our third born then.”

“How many babies do you want to have exactly?” he asked with a grin and you shrugged your shoulders before taking a huge chunk of cake onto your fork.

“I’m willing to go up to five.”

He let out a laugh. “Oh, five?”

“Why not? You have seven siblings,” you said. “We could’ve had eight or something, I’m just keeping our expectations at a rational level.”

A shadow crossed his eyes and he shook his head. “Not eight.”

“Hm?”

“Hyacinth’s birth was…” he trailed off and he shook his head again. “Mother almost—no. You’re not going to go through that.”

You swung your legs back and forth as you pushed at the cake with your fork, your mind still fuzzy.

“We’re giving the fifth one a French name.” you told him and he pushed himself off of the counter to step closer to you to wipe the leftover icing over your bottom lip, a soft smile warming his face.

“Alright,” he said. “We’re naming the fifth one something French. Happy?”

You nodded, smiling up at him and he curled a finger under your chin to tilt your head up, then pecked you on the lips.

“Finish that water.”

“I’m busy eating cake!”

“Water,” he said. “All of that.”

You pouted your lips and took another huge gulp of the water, then placed the plate beside you and rubbed at your eyes, repressing a yawn.

“Sleepy?”

You nodded slowly, then took another sip of water and lied on your back on the table, making him laugh.

“What are you doing?”

“Resting,” you said, entwining your fingers with his, your eyelids already heavy. “Anthony?”

“Yes darling?”

“I’m so happy that you’re the love of my life,” you said, beaming at him and he chuckled, then leaned in to press a kiss on your forehead.

“I’m so happy you’re the love of my life as well.”

A giggle climbed up your throat and you closed your eyes, sleep welcoming you into its warmth.

Chapter 42

#anthony bridgerton x reader #anthony bridgerton #bridgerton #bridgerton x reader #regency fic

[paracosmic-murdock]

Tell me what are my words worth ; Benedict Bridgerton x Reader

Chapter 7: "Mon cœur te désire"

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader

Summary: While the other ladies have grown with the mindset of marrying and having children, you, as the daughter of a man who wanted a son, grew up being both. You learnt how to embroider, play the pianoforte, fence and manage the estate. However, there were some things that not even the Duke of Burgundy could do, so after he passed and you thought there was nothing left for you, you decided to move to London for a while and go to the Royal Academy of Art.

Nothing was going to keep you from what you wanted, and you would do whatever it takes: you would lie to everyone, you would live to death, you would pretend to be a man. You had a plan and it would be a piece of cake for you. But again, when has something that she wants and should not do easy for a woman? Especially when a man like Benedict Bridgerton gets in the way in more ways than one.

Warnings/tags: idiots in love, eventual smut, love triangles (but not really), lgbtq+ themes, bisexual benedict bridgerton, feminist themes, historical inaccuracy (for the sake of the plot), inspired by mulan (1998), song: the lakes (taylor swift), other tags to be added

Chapter summary: Tonight was the Carrington Ball and therefore, your debut in society. With your suitors there and their purpose of making you theirs for the night, you had to endure every second as best as you could. Everything was going as smoothly as expected, the evening spinning around friendships and confessions, until Benedict decided to tag along.

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"Finally found you!" Eloise exclaimed as soon as she saw you. "You are the only reason I came to this stupid ball."

You snorted. "Don't you let Lady Carrington hear you insult her ball, we have worked so hard to make it perfect, dearest Eloise."

"You organized it, too?" She frowned, looking around. Everything was gold, white and shades of red, and Eloise had to admit it wasn't hideous. "It is perfect, then."

"Lady Carrington has been aware of my hosting abilities for a while, since she has attended a few events when in France," you replied. "As the lady of the house, my father had imposed that duty upon me. I take pride in having hosted remarkable balls in the Palace of the Dukes, in Burgundy, or in the Château de Bagatelle, in Paris… My Papa, before he passed, said on his deathbed that the first event I am to host in the Palace of Versailles must be my wedding."

"I hope you invite me to your wedding so I can pretend, but in a palace."

"My beloved guest you will be, dearest Eloise," You winked at her. "You get to stay in the second best bedroom of the Palace."

"I will be honored, dearest Y/N," she replied. "I hope that no other Bridgerton gets this privilege."

You shook your head with a small smile. "You certainly are the only special one!"

"So you will be able to host your wedding at the Palace of Versailles?" she wondered. "As your father was the Duke, I suppose he is family with the King of France, is he not? Would it be a gift from them to let you have your wedding there?"

You nodded. "Yes, my father was his third cousin. I own the Palace of Versailles, though. It needed renovation and the Royal Family decided to move to Paris," you replied, modifying the truth slightly. "My father offered to buy the Palace and take care of the renovation, which has been in process for a few years now. It was finally finished, and I must return to France soon to pay it a visit."

"What? And you're not coming back?!"

"I want to, but I'm not certain," you replied. "I was planning on staying some more time, but there are a few matters that require my undivided attention back home."

"Is there no one else who can do it for you? Don't you have a cousin being the lord of the house?"

"Yes, but the Palace of Versailles is not a thing that concerns him; a ship from the Americas arrived and I must take care of it… My grandfather is visiting and asking for me, plus, I need to make sure my cousin hasn't done something that threatens the well-being of the region."

"How are you allowed to do all of this?"

You shrugged. "My father wanted a son but ended up having me instead. Never one to leave things in untrustworthy hands, he taught me every single thing needed to be a Duchess playing the role of the Duke."

"Your cousin isn't the Duke?"

"Not on my watch."

Eloise sighed, trying to ignore that you, her only friend other than Penelope, are leaving. "But you will come with us to Aubrey Hall."

"I will, I already promised you, dear Eloise," You smiled gently at her. "I am looking forward to that moment!"

"The Sharmas and Lady Danbury will be there, too, but I was not allowed to bring Penelope. You cannot leave me alone."

"I won't." You laughed.

"Sister, Lady Y/N," Colin interrupted your conversation, and under your apprehensive glance, he corrected himself: "Y/N, my apologies."

"Good evening, Colin. Are you enjoying yourself thus far?"

"I certainly have, it is a lovely ball."

You nodded. "Thank you! Helping Lady Carrington organize this ball reminded me of how much I adore all this," you mentioned. "I cannot wait for the Bal des Onzièmes, to which the Bridgertons will most certainly be invited this year. I expect you to add the middle of November in the Palace of the Dukes to your calendar."

"We would be delighted to attend," Colin nodded with a smile. "I was wondering if you could give me this dance, Y/N."

You took his hand. "I would be honored to, Colin. See you in a minute, Eloise."

She nodded, watching you leave with a frown. Eloise looked around in search of her older brother, Benedict, and as soon as she found him, she rushed to join him.

"Colin seems to win her over just fine, does he not?"

Benedict looked at his sister and then at you and Colin dancing in the ballroom. You were laughing, but he thought that Colin's jokes couldn't be funny at all. Perhaps it was the jealousy talking, but he just knew he was better than his brother.

Colin could not paint you or give you the attention he knew you deserved. Colin would not kiss your brother either, so he had a bonus on that one.

"He doesn't bother me, Sister."

She laughed, irony invading her voice. "Of course, dear Brother. I just think it would be such a shame that Colin marries the girl that is your perfect match."

"Since when are you a marriage enthusiast, Eloise?"

"Since she is leaving for France next week and most likely not returning."

"What?!" Benedict questioned. "They- she- she cannot go back to France yet."

"Ah, why not, Brother?" she inquired, raising an eyebrow playfully.

"Because."

"Well, I can tell you of what I was told that it is a must she returns," Eloise said. "She could always have a reason to come back to London. Or even better, go accompanied to France… If you do not tell her you love her as much as your eyes do, Colin will be that person."

He frowned. "You don't think that she would say yes to Colin, do you?"

"Not if you ask first."

When Benedict looked at you and Colin again, the dance was finally over, and you were approached by Lord Weber.

He knew he shouldn't interfere. He knew he had no right to, especially after what happened with Antoine.

Benedict didn't know what that meant, he didn't know what to do either. You he could be with. It was socially acceptable, you were endearing and fun and there was something in you that had his heart beating with a fluttering rhythm he had never felt before; with him was the entire opposite. If Benedict were to justify the decision he made when he kissed him, he would blame it on the alcohol and the way Antoine bared his soul to him, telling him his deepest secrets even after just a few hours of having met because there was a connection. One Benedict couldn't ignore or diminish.

Antoine spoke so highly of you and seemed as the most caring brother there could be, Benedict even envied him for a moment. He wishes he could bring his sisters the stability Antoine brings you, he wishes he could give it to you, because no matter what he felt for him, you weren't nearly out of the equation.

"I have only met her twice, so how could I?" Benedict looked at Eloise for a brief second, as if after only having met you two times wasn't enough to make him feel like he was feeling, before returning his focus back to you and Lord Weber.

"So has Colin, and don't you doubt he would ask her to marry him right this second if he knew what you know."

He rolled his eyes, leaving Eloise alone.

The ball had been nice, but after spending an hour with Lord Weber, and it is not like the dislike was a personal matter, you decided you could not take it anymore, though only your face made that clear.

From afar, Anthony Bridgerton choked a laugh next to his mother as he looked at you.

"She looks like she will run away any second now, the poor girl," Violet said to her eldest child. "You should go and ask her to dance as it is obvious she is more than displeased with Lord Weber's company."

He frowned. "Mother, I cannot, it is not appropriate."

"Do not be ridiculous, it's just a dance. And for a good cause."

"I have just starred in the latest scandal, Mother. I do not think it would be good advertising for her in the marriage market to be seen dancing with me, as much as I would like to save her from the displeasing company of Lord Weber." Anthony used that excuse, looking at Miss Sharma from afar. His mother gave him a look that could reduce him to ashes, so he just nodded and approached you.

"Lord Bridgerton, I am glad to see you!" you exclaimed, knowing you couldn't call him by his name in front of Lord Weber or it would be questionable. "Have you enjoyed this evening so far?"

"Very much. Good evening, Lord Weber," He smiled. "Would you do me the honor of dancing with me, my Lady?"

You nodded eagerly. "It would be my pleasure!"

Anthony offered you his hand and you took it.

"I can see Lord Weber has set his intentions in courting you," he noted with an amused smile. "What is more notable, is that you are not particularly pleased with it."

"Was I that obvious?"

He nodded with a smile. "Very much."

"I sure hope Lord Weber did not notice."

"He most certainly did, though he would gladly ignore it," Anthony replied. "You should tell him if you do not like him. Our family appreciates you very much, and we wouldn't wish for you to be engaged to a man you do not love. Even worse if it is Lord Weber, you do not want to see him drunk."

"Is he a mess?" you asked in a chuckle.

"Mess is a short word," he answered. "And my brother seems quite interested in you."

You raised your eyebrows, thinking immediately of Colin. He meant Benedict, but it's not like you knew they were related. "Is he?!"

"Do not tell him I told you," He smirked. "He would kill me."

"I wouldn't want to marry a killer, Anthony, so I do not wish to marry him then."

"That was a joke."

"I know," you whispered, making him smile. The dance ended. "Thank you for saving me."

"Always a pleasure."

You smiled at Anthony and left in the opposite direction as him.

You looked around to make sure nobody was paying attention to you, and started writing down random names on your dance card so you could make sure to avoid any new suitor you did not want to encounter.

"It is a great shame that your dance card is full," He startled you, making you put your hand where your heart is and throw the pen to the table. "Here I was to ask you to dance."

The anxiety died when you cleared your throat and looked him in the eyes. "I am afraid that dancing is a dangerous game."

"Did I ever tell you that I am a man of challenges?"

"You have not."

"Now I have," He smirked, eyeing the card in your hand. "I think that Théo Moulin does not exist."

"I guarantee you he does."

"My bad, Lady Y/N," he apologized, not quite honestly. "Will he dance with you or do you think he could give me his turn?"

You hesitated, but ended up intertwining your arm to his and followed him to the dance floor.

It was awkward at first. The only thing in your mind were those kissew you shared and how much you hated that Antoine was the one who owned the moments, not you. What you hated more, was that Benedict had kissed him a few nights ago, had ignored him in the Academy, shared a wonderful night last night, and was now here with you, as if the kiss meant nothing to him. For you, it meant everything, and you could puke if someone asked your mind to give it color your heart did.

Those were your first and second kiss, and you wished for nothing else but to repeat it once, twice, three times and as many as the amount of breaths you've taken throughout your life, but as Y/N.

Then, it wasn't as uncomfortable. Benedict's eyes would not let go of yours, and everytime you averted his gaze, his hand found a way to drive your focus back to him.

"I met your brother at a party the other day," Benedict mentioned as the dance required for you to get closer, his hot breath causing goosebumps on your skin so delicate to his mere existence near yours. "He mentioned a thing or two about you."

You cleared your throat. "Did he? I have not seen him in a couple days and he never mentioned meeting you."

Benedict let out a relieved sigh. "He did, yes. Nothing but wonders and nothing I was surprised to hear."

"He better have."

He smiled with a smile you would hate to not see anymore, and you smiled back at him with the strength of your aching soul.

"You are certainly more enchanting than I have heard."

"Have you heard about me?"

"More accurately, I have been asking about you."

"Who did you ask?" you inquired.

His hand caressed your back more than needed, and you closed your eyes when the temptation threatened to appear. "Lord Weber was very informative. Mr. Rogers and Lord Collins, too. They were fools for you."

"I do not care for men that let looks drive them to oblivion," you confessed. "Love is not supposed to empty your mind, but to enrich it and help it connect with the heart."

"I had never thought of it that way."

"Then I am afraid you have not loved nor been properly loved before."

"To you I can admit I have not," he confessed. "I was never interested in love or marriage or dancing."

"Perhaps you only ever needed the perfect partner."

He smirked. "Would that be you?"

"I do not believe one can be sure of it after only one dance."

"Oh, then it is good that the night is young."

You shrugged. "I, unfortunately, have my dance card full for tonight. We could continue in the next ball if you'd like?"

As soon as the dance was over, you let out a shaky breath and left him there.

"Ah, was he not a good dancer?"

You looked up, seeing Grant Lawrence in front of you with a sweet smile. "I am not very familiar with the English standards of dancing, so I might have to wait and see."

"Well, I have been told I am decent at dancing, so perhaps I could help you picture said standard. As long as you allow me, I can show you."

"That seems like a nice offer, but I was told I cannot dance with a man whose name I ignore."

"My apologies, my Lady. Lord Lawrence." He asked for your hand and you gave it to him. Lord Lawrence left a sweet kiss on your knuckles.

"Lady Y/N of Burgundy," you answered, remembering that you could not be linked to Antoine Voclain in any way. "Enchantée."

He grinned. "You are Lady Y/N? I have heard about you."

"Oh, and which category are you part of? The ones who think I am desperate, the suitors or the friendly ones?"

"The suitors, I believe."

"And which subcategory?" you teased him. "The pathetic ones, the desperate ones, the gold diggers or the ones who only want to have fun?"

"I think I am a little pathetic, so perhaps that one."

You laughed, moving your head so it could point at Benedict. "Then you can meet him there."

Lord Lawrence chortled, stealing everyone's attention. You looked around trying not to laugh with him.

"Everyone is staring, my Lord!" you whispered.

"You certainly are one of a kind, are you not?

"And I could be worse." you joked.

"Worse? How so?"

You clicked your tongue. "I could always have one of those irksome suitors fight you for my love."

"You think Benedict would?"

"He is not courting me, my Lord. But Lord Collins certainly is, and I have been told he enjoys boxing, does he not?"

"He does," Lawrence confirmed. "Are you passionate about something, Lady Y/N?"

"Oh! I adore playing the violin, writing, and obviously reading also!" you replied. "And I promise you that I can come here with a better painting than every artist in this ball all together."

"I am an artist!"

"I am certain I am better than you."

He laughed loudly. "That a woman can only dream for!"

"I beg your pardon?" You looked at him with disdain as he kept that cocky look in his eyes. "I do not find that as hysterical as you believe it is. And are you not embarrassed that everybody is looking at us?"

"Let them stare all they want, I am right here with a lady unlike all I have seen before."

You raised your eyebrow. "What does that mean?"

"For starters, you are fun," he said, thinking you would be flattered. "Those other ladies could never stand before me and show interest in art, music and literature, and be fun to be around."

"You do not know many women, do you, my Lord?" you asked with sarcasm.

"Oh, I do," He chuckled lightly, the double meaning of his message evident enough. "You should know I have an impeccable success rate."

"Oh, do you?" You wrinkled your nose, every ounce of negativity hiding in your bones coming to the surface as you answered. "Well, not anymore."

You left before he could try to reach you, and disappeared among the Ton.

"Y/N! Y/N!" Eloise yelled once she saw you, and locking arms with Penelope Featherington, she reached you. "Are you alright? You look like you just saw a ghost."

"Ugh, I just met the most awful man London has shown me!" you exclaimed, noting how they both seemed to have been drinking more than it was socially acceptable in a lady. "Hi, Miss Penelope." She smiled at you.

She frowned. "Who?"

"Lord Lawrence and his ideologies of me being not like the other ladies just because I made him laugh," You scoffed. "I am exhausted from doing everything the best I can and still not have the satisfaction of knowing it was good enough! I just… wonder each day if I would be taken seriously if I were a man."

"Of course we would be taken seriously if we were men," Eloise replied. "Our value is only defined by the man whose arm is intertwined with ours."

"It sure is," You pursed your lips. "Would you like to go someplace quieter and talk about how awful those men are?"

Eloise got beside you and you walked outside.

Everything was quiet with only the moon witness of your conversation as Eloise talked about how her Mama wished for her to marry and how difficult it was for her to live inside Daphne's mold, one she did not fit in, when everyone expected her to be her sister's equal. Penelope silently agreed with her.

Then, Penelope complained about her Mama's power over her and how much she loathed having to live what she feels like it is someone else's life. Eloise mentioned that Penelope does not often talk about those things with her and that she was grateful for her trust.

Eloise told you about a boy she had met called Theo and that she could not quite decipher what was happening there.

And you all agreed with how out of place you felt.

"I feel like I should have never come here," you confessed. "If I tell you something, you promise you will keep the secret?"

Both girls nodded, though Eloise was more eager and interested in your secret.

You looked around, and once you were sure no one was nearby, you muttered your biggest secret. "I go to the Royal Academy of Art."

"What?!" Eloise exclaimed in a whisper. "How?!"

"I stole my cousin's clothes and everyday I tell the Carringtons that I am with one of my suitors doing any silly activity," you answered. "Men are unbearable, but I have learnt how to be one. Trust me when I tell you that Lord Lawrence is one of the most charming, fun, and amiable men I have ever encountered. But not with me, no. He is a great friend, always including me… him… in their gatherings and everything."

"You must stop doing that, someone will catch you and you will get in so much trouble!" Penelope advised.

"I cannot. I have come far enough."

They were stunned.

"You will not tell a soul about this," you ordered. "Swear to God or I will kill myself in front of you!"

"Alright, I swear!" Eloise widened her eyes. "Pen, swear!"

"I swear!"

You nodded. "Good. Now, what if we go back inside?"

"Sure." Both agreed.

However, your intentions vanished as you saw some gentlemen expecting you inside. You stopped before going in, then. "Uh, you know what? I will stay here for a few minutes. See you later?"

They both nodded as you returned to the darkest side of the backyard of the Carrington Mansion.

"I could have sworn you were dancing in there," Benedict commented, making a gesture to ask if he could join you. Then, he sat next to you on the bench. "With that dance card so full you could not have set a foot out of the ballroom."

"You are hilarious, Benedict." You rolled your eyes, hiding a smile. "The Moon looks particularly beautiful tonight."

"Not as beautiful as you, dare I say."

"Well, do not dare say anything else." you ordered, having mixed feelings about your encounters with him.

He frowned. "Why are you acting like this? I thought-"

"Whatever it is that you thought, forget it."

"Why would I forget how your eyes scream for me every time they meet mine? Why would I forget the ways in which you say my name, Y/N? Benedict, like a forbidden prayer… because you know you shouldn't call me by my name, and you do nevertheless, you love to… You do not care about those pathetic rules that this society has imposed upon us, because if you did, I would not be sitting here next to you," He gave you a look that spoke louder than his voice, and you could not help but melt under his words. "You cannot see it, but when I look at you, I feel like everything falls into place. Your voice echoes in my mind and in my entire body, and I wish for nothing but to hear it again. I go to the Academy and I just want you to appear as inadvertently as you did the first time… You are there when I close my eyes and I have wasted so much time on women that reminded me of you when I only want you."

You gasped at his words, not knowing what to say.

"I have read about love my whole life, but those words are meaningless compared to the way my heart longs for you. I do not know enough about you, but I do know that you make me put a piece of you in every painting I paint, in every poem I write, in every dream that I dream… My soul aches for you and knows no remedy until it senses yours nearby."

"Benedict…"

He sighed, getting close to you. "Every part of me hurts when I see you with another. The promenade with Weber, that morning in the park with Cortez, just now with Lawrence, with whoever that is not me, and the only thing that could bring me a piece of peace of mind is having you."

"I want you, too," you confessed, feeling his smile inches away from your hesitant lips. "I have never wanted anyone before, but I want you. Benedict, I will be gone soon, but for once, I want to live like tomorrow does not exist. Perhaps it won't exist for us, but I want you."

"The only way there is no tomorrow for us is if we let this go, and know that I will not give you away," he said, his hands cupping your cheeks. "I cannot conceive a future in which you and I are not together."

You could feel his breath merging with yours and his nose gently meeting yours. "That you want me feels impossible."

"I hope to God you are a believer, then." Benedict whispered, driving one of his hands to your waist and the other to your chest, just above your heart. He gave you a soft kiss on your right cheek.

"I'm afraid I am." you replied as he kissed your cheek again and a few times more, and then the corner of your lips.

"I have been taught to be a gentleman, my Lady, but my lips will not stop hurting unless they meet yours…"

"Meaning...?"

He almost laughed at you, but found it sweet that you were somehow ignorant of his intentions. Benedict got impossibly closer, closed his eyes and as if a reflex, so did you, and his lips gently grazed yours. You could barely feel the touch but it was enough to make you want more.

You nodded, hesitant as you thought of the consequences. Nothing mattered anymore when his lips finally danced with yours and then you were kissing.

It was soft and it was a very ridiculous setting, but it was perfect.

Everything is perfect when you share it with the right person, and he was the right person for you.

"We shouldn't do this," you whispered against his lips, not parting from him anyway. In reality, you did not care. If you were to marry him, you would return to France and there no one would know the scandal that brought you to marry. You wouldn't hate it if he became your husband, quite the opposite: you would die for him to. "Someone will see us."

Benedict looked around without getting too far from you. "No one will see us."

So he kissed you again, and again, and again until your brain couldn't comprehend anything, and his hands toured your body as best as he could with your ballgown still on, and you just needed more and more and you were well aware you couldn't have it. Not right here and right now, and knowing you had to acquiesce in the situation made you break the kiss.

"Stop this, stop this," you told him, your mind exploring the memory of the other kiss under the moonlight and the darkest night, with your hands buried in his soft hair and the need growing inside you, or the kiss inside that studio, accompanied only by the candlelights, trust, and the intense passion threatening to take over your bodies. "I cannot do this. I must go back."

"Y/N, wait!"

"Let me go, please..."

Seeing your tired, afflicted eyes, he did not insist anymore, letting you return to the ball.

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[jhara-ivez]

Preparing soup with shrimps and salmon. The Child GOES CRAZY by the smell alone.

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[buntress]

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[yugiohcardsdaily]

tfw you have Pokemon that are bigger than the Noble Lord and Lady Pokemon of the same species

They're probably scaled down to make them easier to animate or something but I still think it's kinda funny how my Alpha 'mons are larger than the ones revered by the Diamond and Pearl Clans XP

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[inky-duchess]

Fantasy Guide to the Season

The Season is the period within the year where the social elite, the wealthy and the noblity usually return to the the city for a long string of events, balls and dinners. It was a time for luxury, for pleasure and most importantly to socially socially by networking.

A Change in Locale

The Season drew all the nobles and wealthy back from their country estates and abroad back to the capital. At the height of the Season in the years preceding WWI, most of the elite held homes within the City where they would move into while the Season was on. There would have been a mad rush to return to the capital in order to be at the very centre of things. Since the English Season always coincides with sittings of Parliament, all members of both Houses take part in the Season.

Social Events of the Year

The Season was a string of events of mixed variety ranging from the arts to sports to royal rituals between April and August. In the UK some the most recognizable events of the year belong to the Season such as the Grand National and Wimbledon. The Season was also the time for debutants to make their social debut and when royal orders such as the Order of the Garter would be bestowed. Between all the official events, most of the nobility and elite would throw dinner parties, tea afternoons, salons and balls.

To give you an idea of the range of events we will use the English Season as an example of all the events that run in this time: Glyndebourne Opera, The Proms, Royal Academy Summer Exhibition, West End theatre Horticulture, Chelsea Flower Show, Royal Ascot, Cheltenham Gold Cup, Badminton Horse Trials, Grand National, Royal Windsor Horse Show, Epsom Derby, Glorious Goodwood, Cartier Queen's Cup, Trooping the Colour, Garter Service of the Order of the Garter, Royal Edinburgh Military Tattoo, Boat Race, Henley Royal Regatta, Guards Polo Club, The Championships, Wimbledon, Cowes Week, Lord's Test cricket match. Since the Season also coincided with the marriage market, there would be a lot of engagements announced and weddings held.

At the end of the Season, usually around the 12th of August the elite would leave the city and return to the country for the hunting and shooting season.

What to Wear to the Season

Like most tradition heavy events, the Season was all about dressing appropriately. Wear the wrong thing and everyone you want to impress will see it. At polo matches, the gentlemen wear a blazers and strictly white trousers. Ladies are encouraged to wear flat shoes at these events. At the Royal Regatta, gentlemen wear lounge jackets and ties, and are permitted to wear their club colours as a show of support. It is usually traditional to wear boater hats. The ladies must wear dresses or skirts, with the hem below the knee. Women do not need to wear hats to these events. At events as such as Royal Ascot, everyone wears hats. The men wear either morning dress with waistcoat and a top hat, usually in grey or black. The only time a man removes his top hat is when he's dining, sitting in a box, on the balcony or within the Royal Enclosure. Ladies also must wear hats and are absolutely not permitted to show off shoulders. At the Presentation of the debutants, the traditional choice for the debutantes is a white court dress (though soft pinks and shades of white are permitted). The dress was short sleeved and had to have a train. The debutante wore long white gloves, a veil in her hair with three white ostrich feathers and jewels. Before the debutant has been introduced, she would hold her train over her arm and then let it fall when she has been presented.

How to Have a Successful Season

The Season was essentially there to keep all the nobles and elite entertained while they fulfilled political duties. Against the backdrop of fun and politics, there was a competition going on. Different hostesses would battle to throw the best parties, the most exclusive balls, the most interesting dinner parties. Families would spend lavish amounts of money fighting to impress and remain relevant. If one wants a successful social Season, one has to obtain as many invites as possible and establish one's self at the centre of the elite social sets. To be seen at all the top events was a sign of success and in this success, you can begin to advance socially by making contacts with influential peers or to advance through the marriage market. As a host, the most important guests such as Dukes, Marquesses and any royal family member marks you as one of the top tier hosts.

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[misguidedasgardian]

The Hunt

What was the princess doing while the Royal hunt was taking place? And why and how did she became friends with the Dornish?

MASTERLIST

Pairing: None

Warnings: Reader is on her period, most badass bitch powermoves, smoking in a hookah, I clearly have no clue how a castle and the people inside it works and operates, I’m a menace 

Notes: More of Ser Steffon and the princess’ shenanigans. How did the saying go? When the King is gone the princess can party?

Year: 112 AC, Rhaenyra is 17, Reader is 15

Your FUCKING blood mon, TODAY!? you thought in anger. As you saw the hunting party riding away. The maester and Otto, freaking Otto Hightower suggested you shouldn't go, why would they do that?

“My blood moon is almost over, I could reach you there!” you tried to beg to your father 

“Your huge dragon is going to scare the prey” muttered your father, “I really wanted to make this journey a family trip, I’m sorry, maybe for next time”, and just like that they left you at the Keep

Sometimes you hate being a girl. You thought, as they rode away. 

The castle seemed like it was as ghostly as Harrenhal. Everyone left. Even the hand, even the kingsguard, even the ladies, they let Steffon stay with you, only because you were a princess and he was your sworn sword. 

You apologized from keeping him out of the hunt, and he only smiled at you like he always did and reassured you that it was a dull affair either way. You thought briefly that it was strange that he didn’t enjoy jousts, torneys, or even hunting, all knights did. Ser Criston was always in the list for the tourneys. But Steffon refrained from doing so. “I don’t want to show people what I can do”, he said to you once. 

Instead he brought you cakes, and warm rags to soothe your monthly pains. He brought you books from the library that you chose so you could be entertained, and he brought you your favorite dishes so you could feast in the comforts of your chambers.  

But you only enjoyed pampering for only a day, because only 24 hours after your father’s departure, you were interrupted in your chambers, by the remaining of the small council, the Grand Maester Mellos, the masters of ships, Lord Corlys, and master of Coin Lord Beesbury, and Steffon, acting as lord commander of the kingsguard

“What is going on?”, you asked, concern washed over your faces as they invited you to take a seat in the chamber, in the spot Lord Otto Hightower would sit, at the right seat of the king

“A dornish envoy has come to the capitol princess, specting to have a word with the King”, muttered Lord Corlys

“Did they know he wasn’t here?” you asked

“They probably did, either way they were scheduled for next week, they arrived early”, Lord Beesbury chimed in

“We can’t reject them,” you said. “If we do they might take it poorly”, the men nodded 

“The king isn’t here!” muttered the Grand Maester

“Well…”, you tried, as the daughter of the King, and second heir to the Iron Throne, you did felt obligated to do something….”But I am”, you said

“You are a…”

“A Princess” you responded, “and Dorne is known for treating their princess and their women equally to their men, 7 hells, I know bastards can inherit as well, they won’t see my gender as an insult”

“She is right, you know?” muttered Steffon

“This is going to go poorly”, muttered Lord Beesbury

“So all those classes I took in diplomacy were for nothing?”, you asked, the Grand maester shut his mouth and just nodded. As you looked at Lord Corlys, he was smiling and nodding, and looking at you with interest in his eyes, “I shall have you by my side” you said to him

“Princess, I’m sure you are up to the task, but the Dornish are well known for being unpredictable, and Gods knows how they might take this…”

“I want the cooks to prepare the most classic Westerosi dishes, and Dornish delights as well” you commanded, “To show them how much we appreciate their culture, I want a banquet set for when they arrive, and let's use those orange decorations for the tables”, you commanded, “I want Dreamfyre’s youngest hatchling to be brought to me, and I want all of you, as members of the small council by my side in the Throne room, to receive them”, it came natural to you, commanding and ordering people around, so much, they looked impressed. You were only 15, but you understood how things worked, and you indeed had taken long hours of classes in diplomacy 

“I shall go to the kitchen and maids to start the preparations”, said the Grand Maester

“I’m thankful, Grand Maester, I know this isn’t a part of your duties”, you apologized 

“I’ll fill in gladly, your grace” he bowed with his head and leaved the rooms 

“I’ll bring the hatchling”, said Ser Steffon, 

“The princess Rhaenys, I’m sure can help you with the dragonling”, it was lucky that the Velaryons had encountered troubles with their ship and couldn’t sail to be here for you today. You loyal guard left the rooms as well in search of the Queen who never was

It amazed you how fast your commands were being followed, it was truly “your wish is my command”, once you were in charge of the place. 

Lord Corlys sat besides you, and you couldn’t help but being nervous, the man imposed with his strong presence

“A singularity this is”, he laughed, “finding ourselves in this situation”

“Indeed”, and you let yourself giggle, this was indeed an scenery that would take place in like one in a million chances. But now you knew that the Sea Snake was going to have the perfect opportunity to really see what you were made of 

“Unfortunate”, muttered lord Beesbury

“Let’s say that after I screw this up” you said with a faint smile, the man was hard to persuade, but you know he meant well and he was a loyal ally, and friend to your father

“I still think we must wait for your father, princess”, he warned

“My father doesn’t return in another three days”, you said firmly, “Our alliance with Dorne cannot afford to wait that long”

“It’s been waiting for 100 years”, he fighted

“Exactly” you assured him. “I promise you lord Beesbury, I will be kind and gracious to our guests, the worse than can happen is that they leave, things cannot be worse than they already are”

“Very well” he conceited. 

And in a couple of hours, you were dressed in a simple but delicate red and gold dress, beautiful enough to show you cared for your guests, but not ostentatious enough to make them believe that you were flaunting unnecessarily, you had no crowns, so instead you had your hair braided beautifully, and adorned with a golden chain that fell over your forehead 

When Steffon came back you were waiting for him in the courtyard, he had the Dragonling perched on his arm. You took him carefully, it was small, the size of a cat, and placed him over your shoulder, the poor thing grunted and cooed, but stayed there, rubbing her little head in your cheek.

“Ser Steffon, bring me twenty soldiers from the city watch”, he nodded and immediately went to fulfill your order, and you felt bad for ordering him around, but this is probably the day you have seen more action than ever

“What do you intend, Princess?” asked Lord Beesbury, reaching your side at your request, eyeing the small dragon

“For our guests to arrive safely” you answered, and in exactly five minutes, they were in front you, twenty Goldcloaks

“I’m princess (Y/N) Targaryen” you commenced, and they all nodded, as you pet the baby dragon, “I know you're loyal to my uncle, and your Lord commander, and you had no business obeying me, but, only for today I will ask this of you”

“Whatever you need, your grace” one of them said, and you smiled

“You had been chosen to meet the Royal envoys from Dorne, alongside Lord Beesbury, master of coin, and bring them safely to the Throne Room”, you said firmly, but in the inside, you were shaking as an autumn leaf with a swift wind 

“It’ll be our honor, princess”, the same one said firmly. And the dragonling roared, pleased. making the soldier smile. You must have looked like a true dragon lord from Old Valyria

“Thank you, thank you for your service” and they nodded. Lord Beesbury seemed so amazed and surprised, but now he truly took you seriously for the first time in the day, and ever. He nodded towards you and he started his walk, being followed by the twenty gold cloaks, who bowed to you and then they left the courtyard

“You did great”, said Steffon by your side, “I’m proud”

“Don’t say that yet”, you breathed out, and you started walking towards the throne room.

And you stood there, in front of the mythical Iron Throne, and started at it for a good 15 minutes

“You should take a seat”, whispered Steffon

“Isn’t it a little pretentious?” you asked 

“Not only Kings sit on the throne, regents do too, hands of the King do it too” he convinced you, so you took a long breath, and walked the short steps, and you were surrounded by iron, by melted swords, by the thousand swords of all of Aegon’s enemies 

And you sat on the Iron Throne. Your father was right, it was uncomfortable. You gained a view of the entire room, a huge room built to host more than a thousand people if you wished. now dressed in Orange and autumn colors, and a banquet disposed in a side of the room. The small council, or what was left, walked into the room, and they all seemed so surprised to see you there, but a respect got installed deep inside them

“Can you bring me a pillow?” you whispered towards Steffon, he heard you and went up the stairs that separated your from him, “I’m going to cut if I sit there” you whispered

“You won’t”, assured you Steffon, “No ruler who has sat the iron throne has placed a pillow on it, for comfort” he reminded you

“I don’t believe that”, you giggled, “perhaps the Conqueror had a pillow sewed into the insides of his undergarments”, you giggled childishly. Steffon smiled down at you. “And then he filled his mouth speaking about how a King should never sit easy” 

“Every man had his secrets” he concluded with a wide smile, you smiled back. But the connection you had got interrupted by the huge doors opening to receive the Royal family of Dorne themselves 

They were skittish from the beginning, looking around discounted 

“Be welcome to the court of King Viserys, my father” you greeted, and your voice resounded on the walls of the room, “I’m honored, to greet you”

“We are honored to be received by the princess”, the Princess of Dorne answered, but you could tell she wasn’t being honest. You couldn’t tell her that your father wasn’t here, but he needed a good excuse for his absence

“My father the King it’s most displeased that he couldn’t be here to receive you”, you started, “But I’m honored…”, you didn’t have to give any explanations, you decided, the best path to walk was the one of distractions, “I always considered Dorne to be our brother”

“A brother?” mocked the princess, you smiled softly

“We can fight, we can ally with your enemies, and you can ally with ours, we can threatened, and we can actually come to blows, and you will always remain unbowed, unbent, unbroken, and we can always try again”, you giggled, as did the princess, but now your gaze turned serious, “but we’ll always share blood, the land we share makes me think we shared a womb”, you sneaked a look at princess Rhaenys who nodded approvingly of your words. 

“You words are kind, princess”, she acknowledged

“And sincere”, you promised 

“look mom!” the young prince pointed at Dramfyre’s baby, “a baby dragon!”

“Yes my love”, she cheered

“Would you like to pet him?”, you asked, offering the arm to the hatchling, and he quickly perched on it, crawling slowly to your shoulder

“Can I mommy?”, The princess seemed nervous, but you stood from the throne with the baby on your shoulder and you walked down the steps until you were in front of the prince. The small dragon purred and cooed, as you lowered to your knees to let the prince be at the same height as the dragonling

And you guided the young Prince’s hand to pet the small dragon, and he enjoyed it very much, making the prince giggle and the dragon purr.

“After we enjoy food from Westeros and Dorne…”, you continued, “I could take you flying with my dragon, would you like that?” you asked, and the boy’s eyes lit up so brightly

“Can I mommy?” he asked, and she really looked distrustful, but she reluctantly agreed.

They enjoyed the feast, the envoys looked approvingly at the dornish plates served, and they started mingling with Lord Corlys, Lord Beesbury and soon the environment turned friendly, it was half of the small council, and half the court but you stood a united front and it was barely noticeable 

And there you were hours later, Vhaelar appeared in front of you, flying over the Cliffs near King’s Landing, she growled, uncomfortable of seeing more people there, but as you walked in front and calmed her she was quiet 

You called in the small prince, who walked until he was by your side and you lifted him in your arms

“this is Vhaelar”, you introduced, “she is a girl dragon”

And you took the young prince flying as you promised, he giggled and grabbed the mount tightly like you told him too, and Vhaelar was steady in his flight, taking him to fly all over King’s Landing and Black Water Bay

When you came back the prince was so happy his mother was too, and now, she opened her arms and left the distrust behind her. 

They overstayed their welcome, spending two days in the Keep with you, and with the Princess Rhaenys, who at first had kept her distance but then joined you in being the host, and you feast, talked about treaties and history, and how your favorite was the tale of Princess Nymeria, they brought a special thing to smoke that it was called a Hookah, and as you aspire the smoke it made you giggle 

And finally they left, with promises of treaties and marriage pacts in the future. As they were riding away and you stood on the edge of the city, with forty Gold Cloaks this time, as your King’s guards told you, they all wanted to see you and escort you and you blushed at the thought. 

Steffon stood by your side as your partners in crime Lord Beesbury, Princess Rhaenys and Lord Corlys

“I can’t believe we pull this off”, said the oldest, the Sea Snake placed a hand on your shoulders

“You did great Princess”, Rhaenys said, standing at the other side of you, “Just as I would have handled it, you could be a great ruler”, and let out a breathy sigh at the very thought. 

“Thank you Princess”, you whispered

“I have to write about this” laughed grand Maester Mellos

. . .

“What happened here? while we were gone?” asked your father, you just smiled innocently

“Nothing of note father” you answered simply 

“Why are you dressed all dornish?” he asked, his face turning into anger. Pointing at the dresses the Princess had gifted you “And why in the seven hells I received a letter from the princess of Dorne thanking the Crown for the wonderful time, and the dragon ride you gave his son?” he was angry, oh he was very angry, and his outburst was happening right in front of the small council. Otto’s disgusted face looking right at you. 

“Your grace, I…”, you tried to explain

“The girl did well, your grace”, defended Lord Corlys, “she was left in the Keep, alone and the Royal family from Dorne appeared unannounced, and she acted like the Royal Princess she is”

“You were here? Supporting this madness?”, now his anger was directed to the Sea Snake

“I’m sorry your grace”, to your massive surprise, Lord Beesbury interceded, “The princess acted quickly and diplomatically, received the envoys from Dorne, and they left content, and ready to start negotiations and a treaty of peace!”

“You too, Lord Beesbury?”, asked Otto, “it was irresponsible, and careless”

“We were left here to take care of matters while you were gone, and we did”, he continued, “It was a risky move, but it turned out to be the correct one” 

“This isn’t a game!”, you father had calmed but Otto was enraged

“Otto, is everything went well…” continued the kING

“It did”, you defended

“I have a Maester writing all about it”, continued Mellos

And that didn’t help your case because when your father truly read about what happened, you were, again, grounded. Nobody knew about your days seated on the iron Throne, Otto made sure of it, but you did start exchanging letters with Dorne, promising you’d visited the famous Water Gardens. 

Notes: and this is why the princess exchanges letters with the Princes' of Dorne 😂, I personally enjoy staying home alone in my parent's place, imagine staying home alone in the Red Keep! I could spend all my time exploring the huge castle!

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