#loved My Time At Portia and this one looks even better in every way

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

OKAY SO IVE HAD AN IDEA FOR A WHILE

Imagine the M6 and MC proposing at the same time. Like they pull out a ring only to turn around and see that the other person also pulled out a ring. I think its very silly but also very cute :3

The Arcana HCs: MC and M6 proposing at the same time

~ ahaaa I love silly and cute! This is a wonderful suggestion and I adore it. another addition to the marriage themed hcs! - brainrot ~

Julian

Fumbles and almost drops the ring in shock

Is quick to pull himself back together and relax into his typical roguish grin

"Well that answers the question for me."

Will 100% forget to put the rings on because he's too busy frantically making out with you in relief

You'll have to be patient when you do go to put the rings on, because he's trembling all over

Is it the leftover nerves? The excitement? The week of sleepless nights he suffered overthinking it ahead of time?

Will need you to reassure him later that your answer was in fact yes

Will suggest you kiss him again to prove it

You're about to watch him agonize over one of the most difficult decisions of his life regarding his ring

Does he wear the original size that fits his finger? Does he request it be sized up to wear over his glove? He wants to show it off, but he wants to wear it all the time, and he can't ask you for two, and -

He's pacing? If you pin him he'll stop

Asra

Moment of silence while they turn bright red, because seeing you offer your commitment unprompted instead of themself suddenly makes it 1000x more real

Says yes so quietly you'll have to ask him to repeat

Will zone out staring at you adoringly until you make a move or they realize that you're looking at them too

Kisses you before you can give him the ring but at some point they'll magically appear on your fingers

You keep having to pause because they can't stop chuckling

Teases you relentlessly about it later

"So eager, MC. When did you become so forward?"

Picks up a new habit of kissing your wrist, palm, and ring finger every time you hold hands

Develops a strong preference for holding the hand with his ring on it

Doesn't make any kind of announcement, just visits all of their friends and acquaintances and waits for them to notice

Selasi the baker has the quickest time

Nadia

Delighted and trying not to show how peeved she is

She loves you. You love her. You love her so much that you're proposing

But she was already proposing

She's in the middle of following through on an elaborate plan that she's been putting together for weeks

She has a lot of backup plans too for when things can and will go wrong -

- she just doesn't have one for when they go right!

It's only a second of her grieving her initial plan of sweeping you off your feet before she's nodding and smiling and saying yes

Puts the rings on before kissing you

"I had a wonderful event planned. May I show you?"

Will have the grandest engagement announcement and celebration you're comfortable with

Decides in hindsight that the proposal was much better this way

The story about who proposed to who changes depending on whether she's talking to family or to friends

Muriel

Secretly relieved, he'll let you take it from here

Immediate reaction is to pull you into a hug. He's so happy and he wants to savor this moment

Doesn't need to say anything more unless you ask him, just let him enjoy this

He made the ring he gives you

Even more shy than usual about kissing you. He really wants to, but this is something he's been working up to doing for months now and it's a lot

Inanna gives him so much grief about it

Avoids going into town for a week after the news gets out. He knows he's going to be congratulated and he appreciates it but that requires responding to lots of people at once

Will frequently get lost in thought admiring his ring

It takes him a few tries to say "my fiance" out loud without overheating

Those first few tries happen in front of Asra, who brings it up regularly in conversation for years

Portia

Squeals high enough to make your ears bleed

You proposed at the same time! That's so romantic!! That's so in sync!!! This is clearly meant to be!!!!

Screams yes before kissing you breathless, the rest of the proposal completely forgotten

Talking excitedly between kisses about how much she loves you and how perfect that was until she remembers she didn't see the ring you chose

"Where's my ring? Oh, it's so beautiful! Quick, let's put them on!"

Nonstop ecstatic giggles for the rest of the day

Announces it to every person she meets and shows off the ring like it's a trophy

Has an ongoing story about how the rings are also in love with each other, and sometimes her ring gets lonely for your ring and wants a kiss, and oh look, now you're holding hands

You two should kiss too

Uses this story to introduce you on every single one of her ambassador trips

Lucio

Pouting at first because you interrupted him in the middle of proposing before he realizes that it's because you're proposing too

Well hey if you thought of it too then it must the perfect plan

Very aggressive making out, regardless of the setting he chose and whether anyone's watching

Secretly ecstatic about the ring

It's been a while since he's received something new and shiny to wear, and this one's a lifetime of special

Consistently fishes for compliments on the ring he chose for you. He just wants to ensure that his taste is the best

Mercedes and Melchior are so tuned in to him that they start going nuts every time he glances at his ring or introduces you as his fiance

If anyone asks, he proposed first and then you proposed immediately afterwards

Will either completely forget to mention that you're engaged or introduce himself to everyone he meets as "MC's fiance"

Forms a habit of flipping people off with his ring finger because "it's extra powerful if you're involved."

#ask arcana brainrot #the arcana #the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #asra the arcana #julian the arcana #nadia the arcana #muriel the arcana #portia the arcana #lucio the arcana #the arcana game #the arcana fluff #asra alnazar #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #muriel of the kokhuri #portia devorak #lucio morgasson

[seesaipepper]

Fang/Ginger Concept

This has been sitting in my docs for months so I might as well put the WIP on my blog! Hopefully I will have the juice to finish it this summer (-ω-  )💕

↓ Plot outline below: ↓

Ginger and Gust travel to Sandrock on the now-completed road from Portia in hopes of finding a cure for Ginger’s so-far terminal illness from the reclusive Dr. Fang, who has rumored success with curing, or at least alleviating symptoms for, mysterious and unknown illnesses. 

After meeting with Dr. Fang, Ginger is prescribed a strict regimen of medications. The medicine is unusual but very potent, and Ginger must also return each month (weekly in-game) for treatments as well. Ginger enjoys the bus rides to Sandrock—even though its sun is even harsher on her than Portia’s—and Dr. Fang is much less scary than his name sounds.

Fang has already started practicing speaking to his patients more clearly with the help of the builder and he tries his best to be friendly. Ginger is easy to speak to, and her voice is soft, so he doesn’t find himself on edge very often. Gust is very distrustful of Fang’s intentions outside of his treatment plan for his sister, but the medicine is helping, so he keeps his snark to a minimum.

(During one visit, since they arrive at night, Ginger and Gust are stuck in the saloon during a sandstorm the following day. It’s worrisome, because Fang was very specific on when Ginger needed to be given her next dosage, but they hope one day of difference won’t hurt. Fang arrives at the saloon that afternoon in his sandstorm hat—looking a great deal cooler than he is—to deliver it to her by hand. 

Ginger thinks he was really amazing to do something like that, but Fang is used to Sandrock’s cruel weather, and thinks nothing of it. Ginger offers to at least pay for his lunch, and Fang tries to refuse, until Gust insinuates it’s very rude to refuse hospitality that way. Fang is much more aware of social formalities these days thanks to his builder bestie, so he agrees to eat with them. Ginger talks to him nonstop for the entire meal.)

(They spend some time together each time Ginger visits, as he is her only acquaintance/friend in Sandrock, and she wants to tour the town and surrounding areas as much as she is allowed. There are cute things like parasol holding and talking (when Russo accompanies her on the trip instead of her brother), but little else. It’s very pleasant for both parties.)

Ginger begins to feel better, and her treatment changes to every-other month. It seems like an awfully long time after seeing the doctor so often the seasons previous, and she writes him a letter to check-in. Fang mentions this to the builder and she asks if he has written her a reply. He has not. The builder explains that it is good manners to respond to a personal letter like that, and Fang holds the builder’s opinions quite high, so he tries his best to formulate a response.

After a rough start, speaking in a written form turns out to be much simpler than talking in person. He tries to thoughtfully answer each of the questions Ginger asks him, and then gives the letter to Jasmine to send back to Portia. 

Upon her next visit, Ginger is elated that he wrote her back, and loves the idea of having a pen-pal in Sandrock. Fang has never heard of such a thing. Ginger explains, and Fang is reluctant, but agrees to always send a response if she writes to him. 

They begin to write to each other frequently, and Fang enjoys it more than he thought he would. It is simpler to say what is on his mind when writing, and he can always look back on what Ginger had said to make sure he understood correctly. Ginger is having a lot of fun with it, and sometimes includes little trinkets she made by hand. Fang doesn’t really know what to do with them, but supposes they are kind gestures and he should say thank you.

In a letter from the first of Spring (*for the dramatic effect), Ginger tells Fang that she sat out on her balcony and watched the sun rise, and stayed in its rays as they fell over the trees. Russo was so concerned when he found her doing that, but she had sat in tearful, happy awe for nearly fifteen minutes by then, just enjoying the feeling of the sun on her hands and face. She promises to not make a habit of it yet, but that she was so eager to see if she could. Fang is very happy to read that—he is always happy to see the positive effects his care can bring. 

The next visit, Gale accompanies Ginger and Russo to meet Dr. Fang for himself. He is his usual jolly self and thanks Fang deeply for his work that has brought his beloved daughter so much joy and energy. He invites Fang back to Portia for a small, expense-paid vacation as a show of thanks, and Ginger pushes hopefully for Fang to accept. He’s wary, but agrees to go. Ginger is so excited, and asks her father if she may spend the day with Fang while he visits with Mayor Trudy. Gale agrees to that as well, and takes Russo with him to let the young'uns have a nice playdate.

Fang and Ginger have an actual playdate, and do a few activities around town at Ginger’s request. Fang tells her about the Whack-a-Mole game instead of playing it, since neither of them are very athletic or aggressive, but he has played it with the builder once before. Mostly they walk around town and talk from sunset to evening, and after it is dark enough, Ginger asks Fang if there is somewhere safe in the desert to stargaze. 

He takes her out a ways (someplace with grass?), and they stargaze there for a while. They go from sitting to laying, and it would be obvious to anyone except for Fang that Ginger is crushing on him very hard. She moves in close enough to rest her head against his shoulder, and talks about how excited she is to show him around Portia. Fang is very surprised by the close contact, but it’s not unwelcome, so he doesn’t move away. He really has no idea what to do, so he just lays there like a bump on a log.

Once it’s officially late, Fang escorts Ginger to the inn, then heads home to pack a bag for his impromptu trip. X teases him a little bit about his date, but Fang tells him that the builder already explained the difference between playdates and dates to him. 

Come morning, Fang and X meet the Gale family at the bus stop, much to Ginger’s absolute delight. She takes his wrist to guide him into the bus, and along the way asks her father if she can pretty-please sit beside Dr. Fang for the ride back home. Gale can’t say no of course, and Ginger giddily ushers Fang into one of the bench seats with her. She offers him the window seat, and Fang asks if she prefers the window seat from the way she talks it up. She does, so Fang nods for her to sit there despite her insistence that she has landmarks to point out to him. He says he can easily see out the window from the aisle seat to see what she is pointing out, and Ginger thinks he’s very gentlemanly for it.

They spend the bus ride talking, mostly Ginger while Fang listens, and they arrive back in Portia in the late afternoon. The townies are very welcoming for the doctor that has helped their ailing sweetheart so much, and it’s a little overwhelming for Fang. Dr. Xu is very excited to meet him, and asks him in length about Seesaian medicine. Ginger is a little too soft-spoken to save Fang from being bombarded just yet, so Gale is kind enough to wave everyone off until the next day, “give the doctor some breathing room”, etc. 

Ginger is more than happy to take Fang back to the mayoral manor and show him around instead. She gives him a tour, shows him his room they made up for him, and then tells him when dinner will be ready if he’d like to rest before then. Fang definitely needs a lay-down after so much socializing, and takes her up on the offer. He lays in this giant fluffy bed and thinks about the stark contrast between his world and Ginger’s, but is too tired to think about it too much. After a short nap, he tidies up and goes downstairs for dinner as instructed.

Obviously Ginger made sure his seat was beside hers, much to Gust’s suspicion and annoyance. 

The next day Ginger happily shows Fang around town, and tries to not worry too much about the fact that her brother has accompanied them literally everywhere. It’s fun even though they’re not technically alone, but she still wishes she could get some time with just the two of them. Fang seems less comfortable with Gust’s hovering, mostly because Ginger doesn’t seem to notice at all Gust’s constant mad-dogging.

That night, Ginger sneaks out of the house with Fang, to show him the beach in the moonlight (a sight she’s very familiar with) and to spend some time talking without a chaperone. 

#my time at sandrock #my time at portia #mtas fang #mtap ginger #gust #and like... russo and gale nfksjanjajgka #mine #fang/ginger #i still dont know if i wanna call it ginfang or fanger fajksnjkangjagka FANGER #fanfic #ginfang

[sea-owl]

So how do Penelope and Colin actually get together in the arranged marriage AU? It seems like Colin sees Pen as his but doesn't even really know what he means by "my Pen." I'd just love to see the moment when Colin goes from "my Pen" (best friend) to "MY Pen" (love of my wife and the future mother of our children).

Believe it or not, I can probably pinpoint that moment.

Along the timeline, it would be in Penelope's first season. Since Penelope was already engaged, Portia didn't feel the need to debut her early, but it still ended up happening because the older two were not very successful on the marriage mart.

Portia found that a lot of potential suitors or their matchmaking mamas wanted attention from the future Mrs. Bridgerton. Portia debated and then counted the numbers of the family financials from her late husband. She wanted her daughters to be safe, and that meant finding them good matches. While she had no worries for Penelope and Felicity, they were both smarter and cleverer than their older sisters, Prudence, and Philippa needed help. So, a year early, Penelope debuted into society.

Penelope would spend the first half of balls miserable as she was dragged around the room by her mother with her older sisters. Being forced to make conversation with people who wouldn't even notice she was there if she wasn't engaged to Colin. The second half she would spend with Daphne as they both avoided those who were trying to weasel their way into the future Duchess of Hastings and furure Mrs. Bridgerton's good graces. Sometimes, they would hide behind Anthony, who was just as protective of his future sister in-laws as he was of his biological sisters.

At this point in time, Colin has gone on a Grand Tour to finish out his University years. He and Penelope write to each other while he is away.

Insert the season of 1813, April 1813, to be exact. Lady Danbury's ball. If you want to get real specific chapter 2 of The Duke and I.

Colin had arrived home early from his Grand Tour. He says he was low on money, but really, he got two letters. One letter was from Penelope saying she was debuting this season. That left an ugly feeling in Colin. The other letter was from Felicity saying she would hunt him down with Sunshine if he didn't get his butt home and make those people at the balls stop harrassing her sister. That left an even uglier feeling in Colin.

After getting the two letters Colin soon found himself on a ship heading back to London.

His family had already left for the ball by the time he got home, so Colin figured he surprise them and Pen. When he got there his older brothers, Daphne, and Penelope were in a circle talking. He could hear Penelope make a witty remark about whatever they were talking about.

"Besides Colin-" Penelope looked to the side and locked eyes with her fiance. "Colin!"

This gained his siblings' attention, who also greeted him.

"I say were you all bugging my fiancé?" Colin joked as stood next to Penelope.

Benedict rolled his eyes. "If anything, we're saving her from those vultures."

A quick glance around the room proved this true. Some were better than others at hiding their stares, but many had their predatory eyes on Penelope. Colin moved closer to his Pen, and pretended to read over her dance card, blocking her smaller body with his own body. He and his siblings vehemently disliked how others try to get in with the Bridgertons by using their fiancés.

Penelope gave Colin a grateful smile, and he returned a smile to her as well. He found he wanted to reassure her, let her know that he will always be there to protect her.

Colin glanced down at Penelope's dance card. It was blank other than his brothers' names.

That ugly feeling returned. Swooping in Colin's stomach and he felt the impulse to scratch out his brothers' names and fill every dance slot with his own.

Now Colin knows his brothers dancing with his Pen was nothing more than brotherly affection. The same as if they were dancing with Daphne. He also knows Anthony and Benedict have their own fiancés, Kate and Sophie, who they remain loyal to. Yet that ugly feeling was still there.

Colin found he wanted to hold his Pen, and in a ball room there is only one way to do that with so many eyes on you.

"Pen?" Colin asked. "Is your mother expecting you to return to her side any time soon?"

Penelope shook her head. "No. Mama made a deal with me that I follow her for first half of the ball and the second half I do whatever I please."

"Good." Colin smiled, grabbing his Pen's hand. "Because we are dancing."

As Colin twirled his Pen around, he could not bring himself to not stare at her. He knows he's been gone for over a year, but now it's sinking in how long it's been since he's been on the presence of his personal ray of sunshine. He's missed her, his wife.

Colin's brain paused. Did he just refer to Penelope as his wife? Yes, it is an eventual thing in the next few years after Colin sorts out his occupation, but he's always called her his fiancé or his Pen.

Their dance ended, and Penelope spotted something behind him.

"Oh, look Colin! Simon has returned too! We must go say hello!"

Penelope grabbed Colin's hand this time and began to lead him back to his siblings, and now Simon, were.

His wife Penelope, yes Colin actually rather liked the thought.

#arranged marriage au #polin #bridgerton #colin bridgerton #penelope featherington

[arthursknight]

so!

i just booked my flight for london, and i booked my hotel room. it's real, and it's happening. after 8 years of being away from the only place that's ever felt like home, i am coming back.

but the best part is--

the hotel i am staying at is a literal block away from my flat i had when i lived there. i just went on google maps and dropped the little pin on my street, for old times' sake. my pub that i frequented at least three times a week and drunkenly recited shakespeare at is still there (albeit with a slightly different name). my flat looks the same as it did 8 years ago. i could trace back where i would walk, every day, nearly two miles through regent's park to camden and back, even when i drank 10 plastic cups' worth of free prosecco on thanksgiving and had to stumble my way back in heels.

and i have booked shows to see. one by a favourite company of mine (remind me to tell you the story of why later); one at the globe, because how could i not, over 8 years since i last saw midsummer there (the infamous one where oberon and puck kissed, no less!); and one which features an actor i not only watched a heart wrenching performance from the last time i was in london, but who also taught a masterclass at my conservatory (and subsequently, very excitedly, told me that i did one of the most lovely executions of portia from merchant he had ever seen).

my time in london was far from perfect, though nostalgia and longing paints it with a far better tint. i was in the eye of the storm that was one of the worst moments of my father's abuse; the night before he left me there remains one of my most traumatic memories. it was in that same flat that i got the call that he was in rehab for the first time in my adult life. i fell in and out of love in London, twice, each time with gross ramifications. i was young and bold and reckless and stupid.

and i left london in one of the worst mental health crises i have ever had in my life, one that would take years of continual therapy and trauma work to parse through. i still am barely out the other end of it.

but london was-- is-- everything to me.

and now, i get to go back. i get to walk the same streets, the same path through regent's park (because i am, inevitably, always going to make my way back to camden. i did, after all, see jude law outside of that Starbucks one time). i get to go to that same silly pub that now has whiskey flights, for some pretentious reason. i will probably no longer get carded at waitrose, but you never know. i will see my old acting teachers, and my friend who now lives there, and i will find new places and old ones and everything in between.

this time, though. this time, i will be healed in ways i couldn't have been back then.

and this time, when i leave, i will know for a fact that it will only be a matter of time before i return for good.

#cee's adventures in london #that's the new tag #when this trip happens i will be INSUFFERABLY blogging about it so prepare #cee.txt #emotional!!!!

[portia-reacts]

⁄(⁄⑅ॢ⁄˃̶͈̀⁄௰⁄˂̶͈́⁄⑅ॢ⁄)⁄ ahh thank you so much!!! Oh my goodness that made me so happy to read!!!! Super duper happy!! ‧⁺◟( ᵒ̴̶̷̥́ ·̫ ᵒ̴̶̷̣̥̀ ) and you are fine! my mothers first language isn’t English so you don’t have to worry!! so I hope we will be able to talk more!! I do have a discord,  and even on twitch I love talking about Portia!!! and of course! I’m just happy to have an ask!! I love drama so this works out perfectly! I wanted to write Portia fanfictions of drama and angst but I wans’t sure if anyone else would like it! I did write the builder as S/O. Hopefully this wasn’t too angsty! XD I tried my best!! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Being a builder Portia relied on you a lot! From early morning to late at night you felt like a busy body! Between working on commissions, giving citizens their favorite gifts, and taking on requests of aid you were always running around. Be it on your property or throughout all of Portia! But you had the love of your life Arlo with you! Arlo was the leader of the corps, the protector of Portia and your caring boyfriend. Well he was your loving boyfriend from nightfall to early morning, but during the daytime Arlo was Portias protector. The both of you were the power couple so you thought, both providing to Portia but in different ways. Arlo kept all the monsters at bay, while you aided in building Portia up and keeping the citizens happy. It only seemed natural that you both would  gravitate to it each other right! And it was through spending so much time with the civil corps that you also became great fans with Remington and Sam. Though you knew Remington and Sam before dating Arlo, you got to know them more after the two of you started dating. Sam viewed you as a little sister, where as Remington viewed you as an unofficial civil corps member. A junior unofficial member who could handle themselves but still needed protecting. It was something you never noticed before. How Remington was always there for you. Maybe it was something you just became so used to, that him not being near by was weird. Arlo appreciated Remington keeping you safe. He never once questioned Remingtons loyalty and care, but then again even Remington never questioned it either. Maybe you knew something was blooming between you and Remington but you didn’t acknowledge it or possibly you chose to ignore it. Afterall you were dating Arlo. He was the one you wanted...right? Better to not think about it! You sighed as you watched the clouds slowly drift across the sky on a cold crisp winter day. The Somber Marsh was cold, but you needed some Hard shells so you started off early that day for the long distance ride. During the long ride you got to think back on the date with Arlo yesterday. It was as romantic as it could be, a stroll through Peach Plaza looking at all the lights for the upcoming  Winter Solstice and then dinner at the Round Table. Almost every date was always Arlo talking about what he has done that day and all the monsters he defeated. You loved listening to his stories....but you never had the heart to remind him that you also take down those same monsters almost daily as well. the abandoned ruins are dangerous but you need to go through them for your workshop. But you were abruptly snapped back to reality once you were told you were at your stop. You got off the Deedee and off you went across the snowy marsh lands. You took down a few Glorycrocs with ease. At least you thought it was with ease, you took some damage but due to the cold you didn’t notice....Carol only needed 10 hard shells and you had 13. With what stamina you had left, you started to treck your way back to the DeeDee stop to head back Portia. It sucks being injured but That’s part of being a builder. Without a steady supply of material to make and fix things, you couldn’t build. By the time you made it back to the outskirts of the Central Plaza it was already 7 pm.  During the ride home you patched up your wounds from the Glorycrocs but that didn’t take the pain away.  As you got off the DeeDee you stumbled a little, nothing that would cause you to fall, but just enough that you had to stand still for a few minutes and block out some of your surroundings. You didn’t even notice Remington doing his patrols around the wall surrounding Portia, but Remington noticed you stumble. He ran up to you but you were completely unaware of his presence until you felt a warm pressure on your shoulder. It felt nice on this cold snowy day. You looked to see whom this warmth belonged to, as saw a concerned Remington hunched forward to be able to level out his face with yours. “Are you okay S/O” He asked. you smiled, and nodded “Of course I am! But thank you!” Remington furrowed his eyebrows “You can be honest with me S/O. I know you, and you rarely ever lose your balance like that.” It shocked you a bit to hear Remington say that...well it was shocking to hear anyone say that. TO be able to know that you pushed yourself too hard, and to care about it. You thought for a few seconds which felt like minutes about whether to come clean and tell him of your adventurous slaying of Glorycrocs, or to keep pushing that you were okay.  With a soft chuckle you smile you looked up to see Remingtons face “I’m really fine, I just had to deal with some rowdy Crocs.” Remington put his hand ontop of your head, and gently pushed you closer to him. Your head rested against his chest as he told you  “You’re tough, but you know you don’t have to do it alone S/O”. He knew it looked like an innocent gesture, pulling you closer to him. But he also knew within himself that he just wanted you closer to him... You were kind, caring, selfless and content with life in Portia. It was a nice...no it was a perfect personality! But Remington knew better than to think of how perfect you were. YOu were Arlos’ girl. He was just a Civil Corps member who chose to stay here in Portia.... But you chose to come and stay here in Portia as well. Why be with someone who wants to leave and do grander things? At most you were just temporary to Arlo......Remington sighed as he held your head close to him still. Though the sigh was rather quiet, you were still able to notice it. “Is something the matter Remi?” You looked up at him, you were always able to tell when something was bothering him. YOu spent so much time with the civil corps you have gotten to know all three members rather well! “hm? oh no! I was just remembering how hungry I was! Patrolling the walls is safe but the long walking builds up an appetite! You know Arlo is is at the Round Table, why don’t we go join him? But only if you want to. You can also go rest up! well rest up after you check on your workshop. Or you can check on your workshop before coming out to eat.” You let out a laugh as you covered your mouth with your hand. You did need to check your furnace! Those magnesium bars sure did take a long time.  Remington was always there for you. It felt like he knew the importance of your job profession. He truly was a great guy. It’s no wonder Arlo spoke so highly of him. “Don’t worry about me! I’m sure I got at least two hours before my furnace needs me! But some food does sound splendid. I was light headed but food and a great conversation can fix that! I’m a little dirty though.” “What worker isn’t a little dirty now a days!” Remington let out a loud laugh “if you aren’t covered in some dirt were you really out working?” You both laughed as you hit Remington on the arm playfully. It was nice being seen and heard without asking for it. Having someone make time for you. Just an out of the blue invitation. Well it wasn’t Arlo’s fault..he was the leader so of course his duties came first. “Let’s go to the round table! Dinners on you Remi!” you winked at him before running off into the central plaza. Remington belted out “only if you promise to start letting me know when you need help.” You turned around to look at  Remington “I need help paying for dinner!”. That was a lie but it was better than acknowledging what he really meant. Remington caught up with you and put his hand on your back as the both of you walked together for the rest of the small distance to the round table. It was busy as night time like always. People were everywhere but that was to be expected. But when you entered the Round Table yous aw Arlo sitting down at a table near the entrance with Nora. You let out a sigh knowing it wasn’t Nora’s fault but you still felt a bit of anger. You did your best to put on a smile and walk over to Arlo and Nora. “Hey! what’s for dinner tonight?” you looked at them both waiting for Arlo to scoot in so you could sit next to him. Remington walked up next to you at the table and asked Nora if he could sit next to her. She smiled and said of course. As she moved over to make room for Remington, Arlo finally moved over to  let you sit next to him.  “So what are the two of you doing out?” Arlo asked. Remington responded with “I saw S/O getting off the Deedee and was injured. So I thought maybe a warm meal could help her feel better for tomorrow. After all you were here so why not”. Nora gasped as she looked at you “ You have dried blood on you! Are you okay? What happened?!” You gave Nora a calm smile and explained to her you were injured while out material farming. But it wasn’t anything too serious. Arlo didn’t say much. “You know you can just hire us to get it for you. we are always out patrolling to keep everyone safe.” Nora put her hands together as she looked at you “You need to keep yourself safe! You should let the professionals deal with the monsters!” “S/O can handle themselves! They did clear out the ruins for us by themselves! S/O cleared out the entire place where we were going to go in as a team! Right Arlo?” Remington said as he looked at Arlo. “You did that all by yourself S/O?!” Nora looked at you. “How did you do it? was it hard?” you laughed “not at all! I needed some material to keep growing the workshop, This was the best way to do it! Gale has a lot of  great ideas to  help Portia grow! and I want to help it as well in attracting more tourists to improve the economy here.” Nora smiled as she held her face with her hands. “That’s so cool! Portia will surely grow fast with a dependable builder like you and being able to help the civil corps with keeping monsters at bay!” You couldn’t  help but smile, Nora was adorable. All she wanted was to hear stories. She wasn’t strong enough to fight but loved the adventurers life. Arlo interjected to mention what he did that day. but was caught off by Remington. “You did the same thing today as you did yesterday. S/O did something different! They built stuff and killed monsters.” Nora nodded and asked you what you built that day. the rest of the night went with Remington and Nora asking about what you did, what you built, what you ate, and how you heal yourself on the fly. It was a nice feeling. But what was the nicest was when ever thing was done and you said your goodbyes to Nora and Remington. Arlo walked you home. Outside of the walls of Portia he wrapped his arm around you shoulder and pulled you close. He didn’t show much PDA but he did sometimes. And every time was such bliss.  Arlo stopped right outside your gate and moved to stand in front of you. “You shouldn't put yourself in danger like that.” He leaned down to kiss you as he whispered in your ear “I won’t lose you. So let me dress your wounds” as he then cupped your  face with his hand to move your head so he could rest his forehead against yours.  his fiery red hair blocking some of your view but you could see and feel his intense blue eyes staring at your eyes. It felt like he could see right inside of you. Whenever he did that you felt so paralyzed. so hypnotized by him. So much so that you couldn't even feel the presence of being watched from on top of the hill inside of Portia that overlooked your house and Sophies farm. As you and Arlo went inside your home together in the dead of night. Remington sat on the edge of the wall, slightly covered by bushes. He figured you and Arlo would spend time together...That’s why he invited you to the round table. But he also knew Nora was there. Maybe Remington invited you in hopes of you getting angry at Arlo for leading another girl on....After all he only showed you attention when the two of you were alone.  Maybe he hoped the two of your would break up. But what he kept locked away deep inside his heart was that he cared more about you than what Arlo ever could. But he also didn’t want you to break up because of him, but he knew other ways to try to make you see that Arlo didn’t care for you as much as he did.

#my time at portia #MTAP #Arlo #remington #fanfiction

[cinderswrites]

Frayed ::

eight

When Rhea arrived home after the long walk from the palace, she was feeling drained and exhausted. Portia met her at the door and helped her into the drawing room. They sat on the couch together as Rhea pulled off her ill-fitting shoes. They were only smaller by a few centimeters, but they began to pinch and tug the longer she’d walked. Portia began tending to her feet while Rhea recounted the day at the palace.

“Sounds like it went well,” Portia said as she cleaned the blisters on her heels and toes, “I’m excited for you to meet with Lysandra tomorrow.”

“Yes,” Rhea said softly. She thought of the king and what happened right before she departed. “Portia? We’re friends, right?”

Portia looked up at her with a smile, “Of course, Rhea.”

“I can count on you to keep something hush-hush, right?”

The maid smoothed a salve over the blisters as she nodded. “Yes, you can.”

“I’m afraid…” Rhea’s voice lowered to just above a whisper, “I’m afraid something’s wrong with the king.”

“What do you mean?”

“He acted so strangely at lunch, and later he accused me of being a trollop. He knows about yesterday, Portia. And probably about that first day when I was out on town. Someone is spying on me and reporting back to him and I’m not sure why.”

Portia sat up, her thin eyebrows furrowed together in concern. “What did he say to you exactly?”

Rhea repeated the words that had been ringing in her head the whole way home. “Cynfael just brushed it off, but there’s something really wrong with him. When he was right in front of me, he had this… aura to him. Dark and tangible and dangerous. And when the prince showed up, it completely disappeared. He visibly changed and looked like a senile old man when he walked off.”

The maid finished bandaging her feet and sat back on the couch, her face showing she was deep in thought. “You don’t suppose he might be enchanted?” she asked.

“Is that even a thing?”

Portia shrugged, “Your family was blessed by a sea witch, Rhea. Perhaps she’s the one to ask? She seems sort of… magical.”

“I suppose you’re right,” Rhea sighed.

“Oh, speaking of. We received a message today,” Portia stood and went to a small table near the wall. “I think it’s about your family.”

Rhea took the letter from her and unfolded it. In Thelma’s careful handwriting, it said: We will be making the return trip home tomorrow and are expected to arrive two days later. I expect to find you both waiting at the door to help us settle in.

“So we have three days left?” Rhea folded the letter back up. “It feels like no time at all, now. If I’d known how exhausted I would be right now, I might have just stayed inside and stayed a slave.”

“Rhea!” Portia scolded. “How can you say that? You’ve met wonderful people and have wonderful opportunities ahead of you!”

Rhea waved her hand dismissively, “I know, Portia, don’t blow your top. I’m just lamenting my sore feet and legs.”

“Let’s just focus on tomorrow, and perhaps you’ll have a better idea of what to do after sleeping.”

She nodded in agreement and Portia left to start making their dinner meal. The rest of the evening was spent in the drawing room, relaxing and having tea, talking and joking about different things.

***

“Ah! Welcome, welcome. Come in, love.”

Lysandra was the stark opposite of Lady Shaw in every way. She was an incredibly tall woman with curves and wildly curly hair the color of honey that was cut above the shoulders, and thick glasses that made her hazel eyes look bigger than they were, almost comically so. She sported bright pink lipstick, a bold color choice in her opinion. Rhea noticed that her dress looked similar to hers in that it wasn’t quite fancy like Lady Shaw’s, but also not typically a commonfolk dress. Her voice was punchy and positive, bright and cheerful.

The shop was in complete disarray. Mannequins toppled over, fabrics thrown carefree, pins sticking out of even the shop’s curtains. Lysandra had an air about her that said she knew where everything was. “My dear cousin Elara said you’re in need a job, was it?”

Rhea followed her carefully through the crowded shop to a pair of sofas in the back near what looked to be a fitting room. Just down from that room was a door she assumed led to Lysandra’s office. “Yes, that’s correct,” Rhea said.

“Don’t worry about being so formal all the time, love!” Lysandra sat on one of the couches, gesturing to the other one. “I’m not as terrifying as she can be.”

Rhea smiled at the tease, “Thank you.”

“You made the dress you’re wearing, right?” It was a white floral patterned simple dress, professional looking and comfortable.

Rhea nodded, “Yes, I made it myself. I hand sew all my garments.”

“Heavens! How are your hands?” Lysandra let out a boisterous laugh, startling Rhea with the sheer volume of it. “Bet they’re made of leather, eh? Manipulating a needle back and forth requires some thick skin, if I do say so myself.”

“A-ah, yes, I suppose so,” Rhea chuckled awkwardly.

“Tell me about your process, love,” the older woman said, leaning to the side and casually pulling her legs up beside her to relax more comfortably.

Maybe it was the atmosphere or the fact that this was probably her last chance to secure an apprenticeship, but Rhea decided to be honest. “Apologies if this sounds frank, but everything I’ve made is recycled from the fabrics my family tosses out. I’ve not been able to purchase new clothing for myself, so I learned how to sew and worked on making myself new dresses from their trash. I color match and cut around the tattered edges and sew them together to fit myself.”

Lysandra whistled low, “Aww, hell, love. I know a thing or two about having a not-so-happy home life. I can see why my cousin didn’t hire you. She’s got quite the stick up her arse.”

Rhea stifled a startled giggle and shrugged one shoulder slightly, “I’ve never had training and I don’t know how to tailor to someone else.”

“That’s stupid,” the woman said outright. “Of course you don’t! You haven’t had the chance yet. I think, given so, you’d do a fine job fitting a garment on someone else.”

“R-really?”

“Yes, love!” Lysandra grinned, “You didn’t say anything about using measuring tools and the fact that you’ve created things quite as lovely as what you’re wearing now just by eyeballing it says a lot about your natural skills. I think that’s something to be proud of, and something to nurture.”

“So you’re saying…?” Rhea was hesitant to ask.

“If you want to work here, love, I’d be happy to have you.”

She couldn’t believe her so readily. “I don’t know how to use a machine.”

“Ach,” Lysandra scoffed, “you can learn.”

“I don’t know what’s flattering on a figure, or the latest trends.”

“Does it look like I do?” Lysandra threw her arms up to motion towards the shop and laughed. “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, love. And your eye has a keen detail of seeking that out.”

Rhea was overcome with emotions at having someone finally giving her the chance to prove her potential. The feeling swelled in her chest and came out in the form of sudden tears. “Oh, heavens, I’m sorry,” she sobbed softly, “I’m not sure what came over me.”

Lysandra got up and walked over, handing her a handkerchief. She sat down next to her and put an arm over her shoulders and hugged her close. She reminded Rhea of her mother and made her feel like a little girl getting a hug again. How long had it been since she’d been hugged like that? It didn’t do anything to stop the tears and she pressed the handkerchief to her mouth to stifle her sobs.

“Oh, love,” the older woman cooed. “Catching a break finally after going through something so terrible must be a relief like no other. I’m sorry you’ve had bad days. The job’s yours if you want it. I can’t pay terribly well, but I imagine with your designs, it won’t be long before the salary increases.”

“T-thank you,” Rhea said, her voice muffled.

“I’ll make us some tea. Are you feeling hungry?” Lysandra pulled away and got to her feet, heading for the door Rhea looked at earlier.

“A little,” she admitted.

“I’ll grab a couple of pastries, too, then. Just wait here, love.”

Lysandra opened the door and disappeared through it. Rhea took the handkerchief and dried her face, feeling calm and at ease for once. The older woman came back with a tray full of goodies, setting it down on a small table. They snacked and drank tea for a while. As Rhea was leaving, she said, “Thank you again, Lady Clarke.”

“Oi!” Lysandra snapped lightheartedly. “There’ll be none of that in my shop. Call me Lysandra, Sandy, or anything else other than lady.”

Rhea laughed, “Sure thing. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Bright and early, love!”

While the day was still young, Rhea wandered the town a little aimlessly. She had a lot on her mind, with the return of her family in a few days and the start of her new job. What would she tell her father? Thelma? She imagined the horrid woman would find things to tie up her time and prevent her from leaving. And what of the matter with the king? Was it her place to do anything about it? She cared for Cynfael deeply as her childhood friend, but she had no stronger feelings than that. As friends, she should be worried about his father, right?

She walked east towards the forest with no clear direction. She was so caught up in her own mind, she didn’t hear the captain’s voice calling to her from down the street. Alaric noticed the distracted way she walked, seeming deep in her own thoughts. He glanced around once before jogging up to her, placing his hand on her upper arm to get her attention. She turned around, surprised. “Oh, hello,” she said.

“Good afternoon, Lady Rhea,” he smiled at her, “are you… feeling well? I was calling your name a short moment ago.”

Rhea blushed in embarrassment and let out a nervous giggle, “Really? I’m sorry. I’ve a lot on my mind today.”

“Care to ease your load?” he offered.

She sighed, “I’m not sure how much I should say. I’ll inform you of the good news, first: I’ve got a job secured with the seamstress Lysandra. I start tomorrow.”

“That’s fantastic!” Alaric praised, grinning. “But, what happened with the palace seamstress?”

“Lady Shaw said I was too inexperienced, but she’s also the one that put a good word in with Lysandra for me, so it didn’t turn out too bleak.” Rhea explained.

Alaric could see that something still overshadowed her happiness, “That’s not all, is it?”

Rhea looked around, spotting a few people milling about and gestured with a nod of her head. “Come with me for a moment?”

Without waiting for an answer, she turned back to the direction she was going and continued until the street ended and the path went from stone to dirt. They walked for a ways inside the forest until she could barely hear any sounds from the town. Alaric chuckled awkwardly, “This is quite out of sight, don’t you think?”

Rhea gave him an odd look, “That’s sort of the point.”

The man’s face suddenly felt hot and his pulse quickened, “O-oh! I mean, my Lady, I didn’t think you were this forward—“

Rhea’s face flushed pink as a rose in full bloom at his implications. “Captain Alaric!” her flustered tone was sharp, “I have a serious concern to speak with you about, and there’s no time for whatever jokes you’re thinking of.”

“Ah, right,” he cleared his throat and shuffled his weight between his feet, feeling a tinge of shame. “Apologies, my Lady. What concerns you?”

She took a look around, unable to shake the feeling of being watched. It was a feeling that hadn’t eased up since she left the palace, and it was harder to ignore now. She stepped closer to the captain, lowering her voice. “I may come off as paranoid, but something happened at the palace the other day, and I’m afraid someone might be watching us, or me, at least.”

Alaric looked around as well, scanning the surroundings. They were in the middle of a forest trail, not too far from town, but mostly they were alone. He didn’t see or hear anything with his trained eyes and ears. “I wouldn’t say paranoid, perhaps.”

She sighed, “Please just listen to me, okay?”

Alaric nodded and she went into detail about the lunch and what King Gareth had said to her before she left. Uneasiness washed over him and he pursed his lips once she finished, taking a moment to think over it. “I hear your concerns, and I understand that something like that could be cause to question. However, I do want to point out that you’ve not interacted with the king before yesterday. If I’m not mistaken, you’ve been shut-in for the entirety of his reign, and you’re not familiar—“

Rhea’s eyes were daggers as she stared at him. “I was not ‘shut-in’ so much as I was prohibited from leaving, Captain,” she said, her voice thick with hurt. “Or did you forget?”

The captain bowed his head sheepishly, “No, I did not.”

“On the contrary, and please excuse me if I’m speaking out of turn, I think my not being out in the public and familiar with King Gareth as a person allows me to see things from a view not so biased. I knew him, as a child, Captain. He was a kind and caring man, and he loved his family more than anything. The man I saw yesterday was a complete stranger. There’s something going on here, and I’m afraid for him.” Rhea spoke passionately, her voice wavering with intense emotions. The pain she felt from the captain’s doubt lingered in her chest.

“And you’re sure it’s not just him showing concern for the prince’s affiliates?”

She shook her head. “He’s never spoken to anyone that way before. Not before he was king. He and Cynfael had a close bond, so he was always around when we played together.”

“What do you suppose we should do, then?”

Rhea sighed, “I don’t know. Maybe keep a closer eye on him? I fear his judgment’s been affected. The prince seems to be at the palace more these days, so if you see anything, let me know?” She turned away, looking everywhere and nowhere at once. “Speaking of, why aren’t you with the prince today?”

“As you’ve said, he’s at the palace more often. My skills are better used elsewhere if I’m not accompanying him,” Alaric told her. “Something you’ve said is troubling me though.”

“What’s that?”

“The king told you it was inappropriate for us to be together, but you haven’t said anything about telling him otherwise,” he pointed out. His tone was a mix of fake seriousness and teasing.

Rhea blushed again, turning her face down to hide a smile. “I’m not sure what you’re getting at, Captain.”

“Of course you’re not,” he continued to tease, looking at her fondly. “I’m sorry, but I must be getting back now. I’ll let you know if I see anything else concerning.”

“Sure,” Rhea nodded. “Oh, if it isn’t too much trouble, my family is returning in two days. I may need some assistance to go to work. If you don’t see me in Lysandra’s shop, could you come to the manor?”

Captain Alaric reached up to deliberately caress her cheek, sending warmth spreading from her chest throughout her body. “I’ll do my best, but I can’t promise you anything.”

“As long as it’s your best,” she smiled happily.

He returned the smile and began walking away.

The captain had just disappeared out of sight when she was alerted to another presence. Rhea turned around quickly, seeing the sea witch standing a few feet behind her, observing her. “I am curious to know what the port master’s daughter is doing in my forest,” Theodora said; the tone of her voice wasn’t hard, and it held a hint of mischief in its soft tones.

“Hello, Theodora,” Rhea replied politely.

“Would you mind joining me in my cottage?” the old woman asked.

“Do I have a choice?”

The sea witch laughed softly, “My child, you always have a choice. Life is filled with them. I simply wish to see how you are doing after this week.”

“Well… alright, then.” Rhea began following her.

#frayed-fairy-tale #frayed-eight #frayed-chapters #frayed-rhea #frayed-alaric #frayed-others #romance #fantasy #romantasy #fantasy romance #webnovel #writing #writers #writers on tumblr #writerscommunity #fiction writing #fantasy writing #romance writing

[our-gentle-tide]

hm..how about a MC with a moth familiar and the reactions of the M6? My own MC has a moth familiar and i think id be fun to see other ppl's take on it.

M6 reaction to mc having a moth familiar

Wearing:lucio's existence nothing

A/n: I love this idea sm fufufu- and just for you lovey I'ma add a small lucio bounce even tho I hate him more then anything in the world, I wouldn't pass up on an opportunity to bully him :)

Also I use both he/him and they/them for asra

Reader:gn!reader

Asra:

Omgomgomgomgomg-

They're so happy for you!! Honestly he's more excited then you are!

Faust is OVERJOYED that she ain't the only animal around anymore

Spoils you, you're familiar AND Faust

And ofc you 3 spoil them with love and affection witch he thrives on

Ever since your lil friend joined ya'll at the shop, flowers have become a daily purchase

One bouquet for ya bud and one for the light of his life

You always thank them with a lil kiss and your familiar started copying you when he brings them flowers 🥺

Just like- they (your familiar) fly up to his cheek or nose and just ~chuu~

And flutter either back to you or the bouquet he got em

Even tho he can't really feel it he knows it's a lil kiss as thank you like you do

He cried, you cried, Faust's giving you a kiss now and you familiar is having their snack from the flowers they got from asra

Julian:

"MALAK DON'T EAT THEM!!"

*panic*

He's kicked malak out of the shop for a good while..

Loves you little buddy tho! :D

Caught you sleeping with a book in your hands and you familiar resting on your nose/cheek

"..stop being cute" -julian probably

Once malak starts behaving, he's allowed back in the shop, according to juju

Malak let's your familiar rest on his hear while he's sleeping in his nest that he made inside the shop

You caught this and was relieved that he stopped trying to eat your buddy

Nadia:

*subtlety excited countess noises*

So so SO happy for you

Throws a little welcome party between you, her, your familiar, the other m6 and chandra

The room is decorated with all sorts of flowers for your moth and snacks and tea for you two and the others

Manages to hand make a little crown/tiara for your familiar

She's smitten 100%

Chandra won't even try to eat them, she knows better unlike other birds plus all her food is made by the castle chefs

Chandra and your familiar get along quite well

Walks around with your moth on her shoulder/head when you leave them with her to do something quickly

And ofc no one questions the countess

Portia:

She's practically jumping off the walls when you tell her the wonderful news!

Goes straight to her kitchen to bake something for you two and to pick a few flowers for your moth from her garden

Coos at how cute they are when they're on you nose and you cross eyed to look at them <3

Pepi is just as excited as pasha

Pepi and your familiar take naps together fight me-

Muriel:

Mountain man adores you and your familiar

But he's afraid he'd hurt them :((

Watching you and them interact warms his heart

Innana chases after them in a playful way

Happy that innana and your familiar get along so nicely

After a bit of reassurance from you he finally let's your familiar rest on one of his fingers

Looks at you with puppy dog eyes and says he loves them and you *heart squeeze*

Smal bonus!

Your familiar purposely flys at lucio's face -specially the eyes- to scear him and it works every time

Idk how to write Portia and Muriel that well, so sorry love 😅 but I hope you enjoy this! It was so fun to write!

#the arcana headcanons #the arcana x male reader #the arcana x reader #asra and faust #asra alzanar #nadia satrivana #julian devorak #muriel #portia devorak #asra x reader #julian x reader #nadia x reader #portia x reader #muriel x reader

[chaotic-kitty]

So because I enjoy my own suffering apparently, I’ve decided to see how many characters nix hydra as a whole has come up with from both fictif & the arcana (it obviously is an approximation, I tried to find every main character/side character I could. Though I’m definitely sure I missed a few)

Fictif + The Arcana Total Characters:

Female- 50 Male- 53 Non-binary- 8

And of those characters these are the Love Interests:

Female- 10 Male- 20 Non-binary- 3

Technically, there is 12 female love interests (Nahara & Adra) BUT!! Nahara you could only romance in one story & Adra you couldn’t actually romance at all.

(Edit: that’s also not including the major arcana characters)

And going through the character designs & profiles for these characters, while it seems diverse, it also feels like they stick heavily to stereotypes.

For one, all of their characters seems to be weirdly tall. Out of the females the shortest are Volta & Portia, with Portia standing at roughly 5’0 (Volta I’m not quite sure, but I’d say even shorter than that) the majority of the other women are 5’7 and taller. And I know that that isn’t that tall but still. Then the male characters, Felix from what I can find is the shortest standing at 5’6 and Muriel is the tallest at 6’10, all of the other men fall at roughly around the 6’0 mark. And our lovely enby characters fall more on the taller side from what I can find.

As for body types, there isn’t much diversity there either, especially for the LIs. Most of the woman are thinner, with a more hourglass shape and average-bigger breasts. The men are pretty much tall, buff/muscular and really chiseled in their appearances. The non-binary characters seems a little more relaxed to a degree in their physical appearances and seems to be covered up a lot compared to the other characters. (Though they tend to follow the stereotype bodies as well. Like the amab characters having more “masculine features” ect.)

While the characters have a wide range of skin tones,ethnicities, ect. I’ve seen people talk about how a lot of poc characters have features that they wouldn’t necessarily have (e.g. eye colour) and how that they don’t necessarily properly represent POC individuals and going through all of the characters…..all of these characters all seem to be very similar in appearance as well.

So with all of this in mind, it really makes me further doubt nix hydra when it comes to their arguments about being inclusive/diverse and a being all for lgbt+ and women empowerment ect. The way I see it, they use those arguments as nothing but an advertising tool to lure in players who are being promised proper representation, just to constantly let those same people down. How are we as a fandom supposed to believe and support them when they constantly queer-bait and give false representation? What makes it worse though, is that nix hydra is a company run by women and they should know better than anyone what it’s like to grow up with no good representation, what it feels like to constantly have characters that are the stereotype and nothing close to the real thing. And then going as far as to blame us for not showing enough interest? We do show interest! Everyday on Tumblr, Instagram I see people expressing their love for these beautiful female and non-binary characters saying how much they would love stories with them. The beautiful artwork and stories they make for them (…coz you won’t). If you actually took a minute to look past what you want to see, you would find a community full of beautiful people wanting these stories & characters.

Nix Hydra ( @fictifgames) ,you had a great opportunity to break the mould and to be a company/storyteller to give actual proper representation. But time after time you have failed in that. I get that making these stories takes time and effort and I applaud every single writer/artist/developer ect for their work but come on! You need to stop targeting the lgbt community, women & poc individuals if you’re only gonna use us. We are not a marketing tool for you to exploit!! Especially as so many of your fans are younger people who are figuring out their identity, what kind of message are you sending them? And covering all this up with posts about women empowerment and whatnot isn’t gonna change anything. You guys need to learn that it’s okay to try different things! Make smaller characters! Make bigger & curvy characters! Make male characters with realistic body types! Make wlw stories! Give us the representation we deserve and you’ve been promising! It’s really not that hard. I’m sure there are plenty of good people who can give you pointers if you’re struggling to write certain characters properly. Stop buying into outdated stereotypes and concepts! Stop writing women the way we’ve wanted people to stop writing us for decades! You may think it’s nothing but it is harmful especially when we still live in a world we’re we don’t get proper, realistic characters.

Edit: And furthermore, while it’s upsetting not getting proper lgbt, women & poc representation, you’re not necessarily giving your male audience much representation either. You’re writing your male characters through your own fantasies and ideals and what society as a whole has deemed to be the male standard by making them buff and tall and “classically handsome”. That’s not proper representation either.

But anyways, rant over! Sorry for any mistakes ect.

#the arcana #the arcane game #nadia satrinava #asra alzanar #julian devorak #portia devorak #lucio morgasson #muriel #nix hydra #fictif #fictif ftlog #ftlog #fictif ctc #fictif cmim #fictif ll #fictif tatw #fictif hollywoodland #fictif monster manor #fictif calysta #fictif aurelia #fictif elise #fictif val #fictif maeve #fictif tess #fictif anisa #fictif celia #womenempowerment #lgbtq

[howaboutleeches]

Ive never sent an ask before so im not sure if it will work but how about the Arcana main 6 with a seamstress Mc :)

How would the Main Six React to a seamstress MC!

Asra:

🔮 Asra could go hours and hours just watching you sewing, putting pieces together, and working on your machine. He found it mesmerizing how skilled you were, his eyes focused on every hand movement of yours.

🔮 The sound of your machine calmed him down, and he could fall asleep on a couch next to your working space, the one he had prepared specially for you and your craft. Enough lightening to make your job easier, any materials you may need and a comfortable chair to keep you comfortable.

🔮 Once you started working, Faust paid attention to you as well. She would slither up your desk or your back and watch closely, her big eyes shining as she watched you working. "Friend, work hard!"

🔮 Asra didn't want to ask for it, but if you made something for him, he would keep it around him all the time. Wearing, wrapping around his neck, around his waist, he wouldn't let it go.

🔮 Even better if you made something for Faust as well. Maybe something matching for the three of you? It would definitely put a smile on his face and make Faust's tail wiggle in excitement.

Nadia:

👑 No matter how she came to know about your skill, either you telling her or she figuring it out on her own, she became very excited about it. "I've always admired seamstresses! I tried sewing once but I just didn't have enough skill to seek it further", she would say as she grabbed your hands, caressing them as if trying to feel the power coming from them.

👑 Not even a week later, she grabbed you by the arm and led you across the halls of the palace, until she stopped in front of a room, a bright smile on her face. She opened the door to reveal a room filled with fabrics, sewing machines, mannequins, and many other items that made your heart skip a bit.

👑 That was her way of showing how much she appreciated your work. Contributing with her money to help you have the best environment (and products) to pursue your sewing career.

👑 She would ask you to make her outfits and brag to other royals and her own family about how good you were. It didn't take long for you to start receiving requests from other kingdoms and from her relatives as well.

👑 She just wants to see you happy, and knowing she helped you with it also fills up her sense of pride. Don't get me wrong, she didn't do it so she could brag about it, but she likes to know her help took part in your happiness.

Julian:

♠️ When he came to know about what you did, he was beyond thrilled. He started to bombard you with the most various questions regarding your profession, how long you have been doing that, who taught you, and what kind of things you could make.

♠️ Although he felt a little embarrassed to ask for it, he would gather enough courage to do some stuff for him, if you wanted to and had the time, of course. Custom eyepatches would be his top request.

♠️ Eventually, he also started asking for costume capes. He got so excited when you would walk into the room waving a brand new cape, almost like a child receiving a Christmas gift.

♠️ He would often bring you books about sewing, and beautiful fabrics he bought with a discount, calling it his "contribution". The thing is, he felt guilty for asking you to do eyepatches and capes for him, but he felt so good wearing something you made, he couldn't help it!

♠️ Whenever your machine would have any sort of issue, he would rush to your aid and try to fix the situation, even if you knew how to do it yourself. He just loved being useful and getting a kiss on the cheek as a reward for his good deeds.

Muriel:

🌿 He and Inanna were curious regarding your machine. When it started to make noises, Inanna growled a little at it, but seeing it was harmless, she decided to approach and sniff. Soon, she started to enjoy the noises.

🌿 Muriel on the other hand had a frown on his face, saying he didn't like it. He actually didn't have anything against the machine itself, but he started feeling jealous of it. You spent so much time working on it, he felt left out.

🌿 You ended up noticing that and decided to set up a corner next to your working table where he could rest close to you and the fireplace as well. After that, his complaints stropped.

🌿 He sometimes went out to gather some flowers he found in the forest, hoping you could use them when sewing. He always tried to get the brightest and best smelling ones, saying they would look good on you.

🌿 If you made something for Inanna, he would think about proposing to you on the spot. Inanna has been his companion for a long time, and if you cared about her enough to do something nice for her out of genuine kindness, he would know you're the right one.

Portia:

🐈 After finding out about you being a seamstress, she bothered Mazelinka for days so she could give her an old sewing machine she had in her house and other sewing materials that were buried deep into her house. Even if they were there for a long time, they were still very good quality.

🐈 She loved to watch you sewing, finding the sound of the machine extremely relaxing. She also pulled Pepi into her lap to watch you, which she did with wide eyes, following every movement of your hand with her gaze.

🐈 Portia one day asked if you could make something for Pepi, which you agreed to. As a surprise, you made matching sweaters for Pepi and Portia, which made her tear up in joy.

🐈She always bragged about your work to Nadia, saying you were, without a doubt, the best seamstress in the entire city of Vesuvia, the whole world even! She was extremely proud of you and wasn't afraid to show it to anyone.

Lucio:

🐐At first, he tried to convince you to pursue another career path. He said you were royalty now, and royalty didn't have to sew, they had other people to do that for them. It slightly annoyed him that you were doing something that someone else could take off your shoulders.

🐐As he watched you work though, his opinion started to slowly change. He saw the effort and love you put into it, and the beautiful pieces you created. He slowly started to fall in love with it.

🐐He secretly ordered a sewing machine for himself, thinking that it should be easy to sew. Then, he would show you his final work and you would awe and praise him. At least that was his plan, but after twenty minutes of trying to get the machine to work, he gave up.

🐐 He swallowed his pride, something he has only done three times in his life (he kept count of it), and went to you, asking you to teach him how to sew. The smile on his face when he made a scarf was priceless. He paraded it around the castle, making sure that everyone knew he had done it himself. And that you, his amazing and talented partner, had taught him how.

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Would you be willing to write general hcs for the Arcana main 6 with a trans (ftm) mc? (If you’re comfortable doing it of course)

omg yass i already made one on instagram so i'll repost it here

The Main 6 with a Transgender(FTM) MC

Asra

When they tell him he tears up and tells you that they'll always be by your side no matter what

They have been with MC through so many changes that always make their relationship stronger

He does everything in his power to support them

They're very eager to do whatever makes them more comfortable

They do a spell to make them grow a beard but it ends up being super long like a wizard beard and they both have a huge giggle fit

MC often finds them admiring their body on their gender euphoric days, he can't get his mind off how much they're glowing when they're being their truest self

On bad dysphoria days, they bring them tea and a space to vent about their dysphoria and they're a very good listener and an even better comforter(? a person who is good at comforting others, not the blanket XD)

They call them handsome so he can see them get flustered

Nadia

When they tell her, she lets out a sigh of relief and gives them a soft smile

"Oh dear, that's all you had to tell me? I thought it was something bad!"

She scoops them up into a big hug and mumbles something in their ear about how she's gonna have to update their status to 'Count'

She is extremely supportive their whole transition

Navigating a new gender is very hard and she'll be behind them every step of the way whether it's trying new hair/clothing styles

She'll often whisper in their ear about how handsome they are when they're out in public and she can tell they're uncomfortable

And if they want to, she gets custom tuxedos for them that match her gowns

Julian

When they tell him he gets very excited for them

"MC that's incredible!"

He gives them an all access pass to his wardrobe (as if they didn't have all access before)

MC is wearing something masculine and they're just radiating gender euphoria and you can see Julian blushing because omfg his partner is hot

"Wow Mc! Have your muscles been getting bigger?" *wiggles his brows*

On bad dysphoria days he's there by their side the whole time

He says that he can't even begin to imagine the pain they're going through but no matter what their brain is telling them, they're always going to be a man/their identity

He's so supportive, he won't try to bud in too much during their transition but if they were ask for assistance he's going above and beyond

He tells them how much they love them and how beautiful it's been watching them grow into themselves before they go to sleep

Muriel

When they sit him down to tell him he was really nervous that something bad and happened

And when they come out to him he's like "Oh, that's it? Cool." and goes on with his day

"Wait, you're not mad?"

"Mad about what?"

He's very easy going and supportive about it

He's a really good listener so they can rant to him about dysphoria and he's there listening intently

He crafts them wooden packers

When they're having a good gender euphoric day you can see him watching them with a small smile on his face

Self insert here but doing manual labor and woking with my hands makes me very gender euphoric so he would let him help with that

He remembers the date of every big mile stones for them and will celebrate them with MC

He even has a calendar written with all the dates

Portia

When they tell her she gets so happy she's like "Awe MC!" and gives them the biggest hug and kiss

Portia after not being able to find MC all day: Anyone seen my man?

When they wear wear more masculine clothes for the first time she will literally tear up (in joy) "MC YOU LOOK SO GOOD :.)"

If they're ever having dysphoria she's very comforting to be around but she'd also be like "You're literally the hottest guy around"

She's so good at communicating what might trigger their dysphoria and she will make them as comfortable as possible around her

She loves them so much and loves watching them grow into their skin more and more her heart flutters when she sees them

Ok but Portia being a short queen can help make MC's with height dysphoria euphoric when they're taller than her

Lucio

When MC told him that they were trans he was first surprised but then pulls MC into his arms

He tells MC that he loves them no matter what and there is two handsome men in town now

He'll try and show off to them by giving them lavish gifts like stinky colognes and reflective suit jackets

Will brag to other people about his hot boyfriend

When they're feeling gender euphoric the two step out as this radiant power couple, oozing with confidence

Lucio would also get like weirdly competitive on who can be the better boyfriend

They are often racing to see how can hold the door open for the other, who gives their jacket when it's cold out, etc

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could have danced all night

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x Reader Inspiration: Prompts #2 (“apparently all our friends have a bet going that we end up together.”) #14 (“when i’m not with you, it’s almost like…i can’t breathe.”) and #41 (“i may or may not have left some…marks.”) Warnings: sexual references, kissing, meddling siblings, fluffy fluff Word Count: 3,733 Author’s Note: This is my first request! Big shout out to @acmbooksandfilm​ for sending this in, I had a lot of fun writing it. Also, apologies on it taking a bit to get out, writing has gotten difficult as my real adult job has slowly turned my brain to mush. But, if you would still like to send in a request, feel free! My DMs and Askbox is always open, even though it may take a little longer to complete requests. And as always, check out my Masterlist, About Me page, and Prompt Lists. Thanks for all the love on my other one shots and enjoy!

“Colin, enough,” Benedict huffed as he threw on his shiny black tailcoat, “Surely you have better things to do than pester me about my love life.” Anthony, Benedict, and Colin often crossed paths when getting ready for the numerous events of the season, and now the younger Bridgerton brother was doing everything to get on his elder sibling’s last nerve.

“I’m merely pointing out the obvious, Benedict,” Colin said smugly, straightening his cravat as he looked at himself in the mirror. He couldn’t help but flash a mischievous smile at his reflection, “Practically everyone in the ton knows about you two, what’s the harm in proposing?”

“What on God’s green earth are you two talking about?” Anthony strode into the room, closing the door in the likely event that Colin said something inappropriate and scandalized one of their younger sisters or, heaven forbid, their mother.

Benedict couldn’t help but flush. Yes, he was close enough with his brothers to discuss all matters surrounding women, but it felt wrong for him to talk about you. Especially when your relationship wasn’t meant to be any sort of relationship whatsoever.

It had started out innocently enough; you had been close with his younger sister Eloise and Penelope Featherington for years, acting as surrogate older sister on account of you being several years older than them. You were also friendly with Daphne and Simon Bassett, and often had tea with the pair when they weren’t off performing their duties as the Duke and Duchess of Hastings.

In truth, you knew Benedict the least out of the Bridgertons who had or were close to coming of age, and was shocked when he requested to have his name written on your dance card at the first ball of the season. When it came time to dance, you had expected Benedict to act shy at first; but after some coaxing from you, he won you over almost instantly with his wit and humor.

He only asked to dance with you once more at that particular event, not wanting to be improper. However, it was clear from the way the two of you looked at each other that there was a spark.

“No one,” Benedict said, almost too quickly, “Our brother is just sticking his nose into affairs that aren’t his own, as usual.” Anthony rolled his eyes, thoroughly unamused by his younger siblings’ bickering. The three of them strode down the stairs of their home and seized a carriage so that the conversation could continue in private.

“So…” Colin drawled, “It is an affair, then?”

“You know that’s not what I meant at all.”

“A slip of the tongue, perhaps? You know, brother, you must choose your words more carefully—"

“Mark my words, Colin Bridgerton; I will kill you in this very carriage if—”

“Will the two of you, please,” Anthony huffed, feeling a migraine coming on, “Benedict, is this about who I think it is about���?” Colin nodded fervently, but Benedict remained stone-faced. He hated keeping things from his family, especially his brothers. But he couldn’t risk tarnishing your name, not after what had transpired between you two.

It wasn’t meant to happen. When Benedict had snuck off one night to another one of Sir Granville’s soirées, he was shocked to see you there, wearing a tightly-laced corset, undergarments, and practically nothing else. As soon as you saw him, your eyes widened to the size of your mother’s best teacup saucers. Without thinking, you grabbed him and pulled him into the nearest empty room.

“Benedict, wha—what are you doing here?!” he remembered you asking him, utterly flustered. His eyes drifted to the sheer robe draped over your shoulders, the fabric floating gently with your every movement.

“I could very well ask you the same question!” he attempted to whisper, now distracted by how your corset pushed up your bosom considerably, “How do you even know about these, um, parties?” For a moment, you hesitated, unsure of what to say as Benedict’s pale blue eyes bore into yours.

You sighed, resigning to come clean, “Genevieve—Madame Delacroix—she told me about them. I confided in her about my father’s money troubles,” you felt the tears start to well up, but could not bear to cry in front of Benedict in the state you found yourself in, “I barely have any money for a dowry to find a suitable husband, and Genevieve and Sir Granville are familiar so…I work when I can and just make the guests feel comfortable—you know, offer them drinks, tobacco, the like—but I provide nothing more than hospitality.”

You felt that you needed to make that distinction to Benedict. Though you suspected that any chance with him was gone now that he had discovered your secret, you wanted to at least maintain part of your reputation, “Granville is generous enough and I could not be more grateful,” you continued, pulling the nearly translucent robe tightly around your body, “And these parties are so secretive that I thought, perhaps, I could scrounge enough money together before the end of the season before I was discovered. Clearly not.”

You couldn’t help but laugh dryly, but Benedict stared at you, his expression earnest, “You need not worry about that,” he breathed, “I won’t tell a soul.” You absentmindedly bit your bottom lip, chewing nervously on a bit of broken skin. Could he really be trusted? Yes, you had crossed paths over the last few weeks, exchanging pleasantries and the occasional flirtatious glance, but would Benedict be able to keep your secret?

“Thank you, Mr. Bridgerton,” you replied coyly, deciding that you didn’t have a choice in the matter, “Perhaps I will be able to repay you one day.” A sly smile spread across Benedict’s face, his eyes flickering to the locked door. Though the party was continuing on the other side, you two had remained virtually undisturbed.

Feeling bold, he traced his fingers over your collarbone, instantly sending a chill down your spine, “Perhaps…you could repay me now?” he posited, trying his best not to sound like a complete and utter rake, “Only if you wish to, of course.” Despite your best efforts, you could feel a palpable spark that had been building between the two of you over the past few weeks. And you had grown tired of restraining your impulses any longer.

Gently, you placed a soft kiss on his lips. Your eyes fluttered shut and Benedict cupped your face with his hand, his grip surprisingly tender. His free arm wrapped around your body smoothly, pulling you flush against him. You frantically thought through the consequences of someone discovering you with a Bridgerton, but you were too preoccupied with removing Benedict’s clothing to pay much mind…

“Benedict!” Anthony snapped his younger brother out of his reverie as the carriage slowed to a stop, “Would you get your head out of the clouds and tell me what’s going on?” Benedict stared at him, utterly panic stricken. He had kept your secret for nearly a month now, and during that time the two of you had gotten even closer, both in the eyes of the ton and after nightfall in your bedchamber.

Benedict’s mind almost drifted to the night he had shared with you only hours before, but focused on the task at hand, “You needn’t worry your pretty little head, brother,” he said coolly, “I have it all under control.” Anthony looked as if he were going to be sick, and Colin smiled with devilish glee. The three brothers clamored out of the carriage and made their way into the bustling ballroom, more of their family trailing close behind.

Benedict could hear Eloise whine as Lady Bridgerton attempted to smooth down her hair, and he felt a small pang of guilt for not coming to his sister’s aid against their mother’s incessant prodding. But now, he had more pressing matters at hand; namely, what in the hell he was going to say to you now that his brothers were onto him.

He spotted you from across the hall, his heart fluttering with every step he took in your direction. He noticed that you were wearing an intricately laced shawl that was tied tightly across your chest, completely covering your collarbone and much of your breast. Benedict felt himself frown slightly, then immediately scold himself for being improper at a society function; surely, you need not show your bosom to the entire ton in order to draw the eye of him and a number of other suitors.

You were conversing with Penelope and Lady Featherington when he finally approached you, eyes wide with fear, “Hello,” he said politely, giving a slight nod to Penelope and her mother, “Is there a spot open for my name on your card?” You quirked an eyebrow, giving him a smirk as you removed the card from your wrist.

“Why of course, Mr. Bridgerton,” you replied in an equally cordial manner. Heaven forbid Portia Featherington get a whiff of your affair; you’d be certain your name would be splashed across Lady Whistledown’s pamphlet before you’d wake the next morning, “In fact, you are the first gentleman to ask, so you may have the first dance. If you are not otherwise engaged, that is.” He shook his head and his eyes gleamed as he returned your card to your delicately gloved hand.

Despite his anxiety being astronomically high, Benedict was delighted that he was able to dance with you so early in the evening. He always thought of you as a fluid dancer, light on your feet as the two of you would glide across the ballroom. He often found himself not being able to take his eyes off you, the lively music and judgmental crowd fading away the moment he embraced you.

More importantly, he wanted to speak to you about the precarious situation you found yourselves in. It was only a matter of time until either Anthony or Colin pried the truth out of him, and he wouldn’t let the news spread across all of London society, besmirching your good name. He cared about you too much to allow such a wretched thing to happen.  

A few moments later, all of the couples were signaled that the first dance was to begin. Benedict shot a glance to Colin, who had been talking Anthony’s ear off since they arrived. Now, the two of them were staring him down, whispering like schoolboys. He refrained from scoffing and instead took your hand gently, pulling you into his tall frame as the music began.

You instantly noticed the nervous and almost pained expression splashed across Benedict’s face, and you furrowed your brow in worry. However, you decided your best course of action was to try and alleviate the tension he must’ve been feeling, “I see you haven’t taken a liking to my shawl,” you remarked, a sly smile dancing on your lips, “I will have to tell my sister she has dreadful taste.”

Benedict ripped his eyes from his brothers’ stares and produced a small chuckle at your teasing. He realized he’d much rather converse with you than worry about what Anthony and Colin were up to, “No, it’s uh—it is, quite lovely,” he countered, lowering his voice, “Though I would prefer to see more of you, of course.” You raised an eyebrow, impressed by his boldness.

“I believe you saw plenty last night, Mr. Bridgerton,” you posited, weaponizing his own name against him, “In fact, I suppose you could blame yourself for my more…conservative attire, wouldn’t you agree?”

Benedict couldn’t help but flush, but cleared his throat to attempt to keep up with your rather scandalous banter, “Yes, well…I suppose…” he stuttered, “I may or may not have left some…marks.” He spun you, watching as your dress moved gracefully around your body and fluttered behind you as you gripped his arm once more.

You searched the panicked expression on his face. Surely, he only knew you were teasing, so why did he look like he was on the brink of sickness? “Benedict, why are you acting so strange?” you asked, attempting to keep the mood light while searching for information, “You’re not falling in love with me, are you?”

Benedict swallowed, attempting to maintain his composure. Besides the looming threat of every affluent family in Mayfair uncovering your secret, he was also painfully aware of how nervous you had been making him over the past weeks. The way your smile lit up every room, the way your eyes sparkled playfully, the way your laugh made his heart do a somersault.

“It’s just as well,” you continued, not waiting for him to answer your rhetorical question, “I overheard Colin and Pen whispering earlier, and Simon and Daphne as well. Apparently, all our friends have a bet going that we end up together.” He sighed, a little relieved that you had caught onto his family’s shenanigans before he worried you unnecessarily. He couldn’t help but appreciate your perceptive nature.

“Believe me, Colin and Daphne may be my siblings, but they are not my friends right now,” he joked nervously, only half-kidding, “And Anthony is on dangerously thin ice. It appears my family can’t help but get involved in matters that do not concern them.” You giggled, causing Benedict’s heart to swell. He was growing more infatuated with you by the second.

“I wish my family cared half as much as yours does,” you say, a twinge of sadness in your voice, “They are all so wonderful, and I’m sure they are just being protective.” Benedict nodded, heartened by the kindness and understanding you were showing to his siblings. You already got along quite well with Eloise and Daphne, and you were always courteous to his mother while still being able to hold your own when conversing with Anthony or Colin.

As the dance came to an end, Benedict had begun to realize his affection for you. Not just physically; yes, your first encounter at Sir Granville’s had brought you two together faster than he had ever expected. It was reckless, intimate, and completely wonderful, but getting to know you, without dozens of uppity members of high society leering at your every move, was more valuable than any nights you had spent together.

And he decided in that moment, as your hand released from his and you both bowed respectfully, that he could not bear to spend one more day without you by his side. But he could not profess his love in front of God and everyone, least of all his family; he quickly surmised that he must wait until a moment presented itself.

You were quickly whisked away by your mother, unable to even say a proper thank you and goodbye. But as your eyes met his blue ones, you couldn’t help but notice how they were sparkling in the candlelight, and you felt a twinge of melancholy. You cared for Benedict, but feared it was only a matter of time before your affair ended and he was married to another disgustingly wealthy aristocrat. You gave him a fleeting smile before getting dragged to the other side of the ballroom.

As you turned away from him, Benedict felt two hands grasping each of his arms, one hand belonging to each of his meddling brothers, “I knew it!” Colin whisper-yelled as he and Anthony pulled their love-struck sibling into a secluded corner of the lavish hall, “You know, you really aren’t fooling anyone, Ben.”

“How do you mean?” Benedict asked nervously in one last ditch effort to conceal the truth. He shouldn’t have bothered; his brothers had seen how smitten he was with you, and soon the entire ton would be abuzz with salacious gossip if he did not make his move that very evening.

“Benedict,” Anthony chided sternly, clapping him on the shoulder, “Please, do not deny it any longer. You’re clearly bewitched.” The eldest Bridgerton child could not help but smirk; it was almost entertaining to see his usually guarded brother so obviously in love.

Benedict sighed, defeated, “Alright,” he whispered, his face flush with embarrassment, “I apologize for thinking I could ever keep a secret from you two.” Colin smirked proudly, feeling as if he were London’s greatest detective, “I’ll tell you everything if you want, but for the love of Christ, it cannot be here.” He gestured to the room, which was growing more crowded with preening mamas, hunting for the slightest whiff of a scandal.

While Benedict and his brothers searched for a private room for him to regale your escapades, your night flew by, and hours later you found yourself chatting with Daphne and Simon on the gorgeously decorated outdoor terrace. The night was perfectly temperate, and although the noise had died down significantly as many guests had departed for the evening, your head was still swimming in thought. Specifically, you were overwhelmed by the thought of Benedict.

He was quite kind to you, and a very smart, charming gentleman, but you felt your heart lurch as you recalled the intimate nights you had shared over the last few weeks. Men of Benedict’s status would not wed a tainted woman, no matter how much you wished he would. It was only a matter of time before Lady Whistledown revealed your transgressions, and you would be marked as an undesirable to the entire upper echelon of society.

You shuddered at the thought. “Chilly, dear?” Daphne asked sweetly, noticing the unsettled look on your face, “I would think you’d be more protected from the elements with that beautiful shawl on.” Your heart jumped to your throat before you could cover for yourself; Benedict had appeared on the terrace, looking absolutely petrified. Simon and Daphne exchanged glances.

“Darling,” Simon said, turning to his wife, “It is quite crisp out here, don’t you think? Perhaps we should—”

“Go inside to warm up?” Daphne finished his sentence, that unmistakably mischievous glint in her eye that all Bridgerton children possessed, “Why yes, I think that is a fantastic idea, Simon.” She hooked her arm under her husband’s, and the two of them bid you and Benedict adieu, much to your dismay. You were certain he had been found out by his family and was here to end your affair before word reached the rest of the ton.

Still, you managed to smile politely. Simon was right, there was a slight chill that pervaded the terrace, mostly due to the lack of company that had populated the space only hours before, “Hello, Benedict,” you mutter, shifting your weight from one heeled foot to the other, “Will you be departing soon or—?”

“Erm, yes,” he answered a bit too quickly, and you raised an eyebrow. His strange behavior all night was another indicator that ending things was clearly as difficult for him to initiate as it would be for you to accept, “But first, I, well, I need to tell you something. Something I probably should have told you weeks ago.”

You felt a lump in your throat almost instantaneously. ‘Here it comes,’ you thought, more distressed than you hoped you would be. Benedict took your gloved hand, rubbing circles on the back of your hand with his thumb. If it were not slightly improper, you would almost find it comforting; his touch always seemed to soothe you, ever since your first night together.

“I never expected to…for us to become so close in such a short period of time,” he began, wondering at what point in this silly speech he would make a royal ass out of himself. Though he had gained a little brotherly insight from Anthony and Colin, he still felt as though he could vomit at any second, “And, well, truth be told, I have enjoyed every moment we have spent together.”

You smiled, pleased by his kind words, “Truthfully, I have felt the same,” you remarked, “But it’s quite alright, Ben, I understand—”

“You do?” he cut you off again, a bead of sweat forming on his brow, “Am I really so obvious about my affection for you?” You stared at him, confused. Was this not him ending whatever…relationship the two of you shared? Now you felt like the fool.

“Affection?” you repeated, your mouth twitching, “I thought you did not want to see me anymore.” Benedict’s eyes widened, and he couldn’t help but laugh dryly. You had mistaken his jittery behavior as a bad omen, when that could not be further from reality.

He shook his head, and you felt the pace of your heartbeat quicken, “My dear, I think there’s been a slight misunderstanding,” he joked, clearing his throat, “I know that our relationship has been a secret for some time, but I cannot hide how I feel for you any longer. You are kind, and witty, and strong, and incredibly adventurous, and when our dance came to an end earlier this evening, I…I felt like there was a part of me missing as soon as you left. I…when I’m not with you, it’s almost like…I can’t breathe.”

Your breath hitched in the back of your throat, taken aback by his doting and earnest words. “And it would be my honor,” he smiled, his gaze intense and impassioned, “If I could ask for your hand.” Your eyes sparkled back at his, and you nodded silently, attempting to conceal a squeal of girlish glee. You two were still, unfortunately, in public.

“Yes,” you exhaled, feeling foolish from your assumptions about Benedict only minutes before, “I would be equally honored to be your wife, Benedict Bridgerton.” You snuck him a quick kiss on his cheek, causing him to flush for what was probably the hundredth time that night, “I see our friends were right after all, weren’t they?”

“Yes, yes they were, and I doubt I will ever hear the end of it from Anthony and Colin,” Benedict mused, smiling sweetly as the corners of his eyes crinkled happily, “I’ll see to a proper visit first thing tomorrow morning, I promise.” He studied you, doing all he could to absorb the joyous look etched upon your radiant face. You smirked, turning in the direction of your family’s carriage.

“I shall hold you to that,” you said, pulling him towards the exit, “But don’t think this night is over, Mr. Bridgerton. I’m not done with you quite yet.”

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[sea-owl]

hello, it's me again, ready to annoy you with my headcanons because this au has becomed one of my fixations❤

in the isekai portia au, where the Spouses remember but the Bridgertons don't, i imagine that if Edwina has already been introduced into society and is being courted by Anthony, reincarnated Kate would suddenly be very enthusiastic and supportive about their match. she wouldn't no longer fight Anthony or try to separate them, in fact she'll be pushing him towards Edwina so her little sister can become viscountess. it's mainly to make up for what she did in her past life, almost ruining Edwina's happiness, so now she simply wants to let the couple be together with no obstacles (maybe she'll go as far to "clean" the way for them, cause old habits are still there). Overall, she just wants to be a better person this time (and don't die).

Meanwhile, Anthony is flabbergasted that Edwina's fierce, stubborn sister is no longer fighting against the match, that she suddenly seems to content about it. She's even helping HIM, for god's sake. There are no more arguments, no more witty remarks from her side. In fact, she barely notices him unless Edwina is there.

Feel free to add more to it. I love reading your thoughs about this au 🤗. And Anthony/Kate is one of my favourite couples in the franchise

Anthony is flabbergasted by Kate's reaction to the potential match between him and Edwina. He was expecting her to be completely against it and ready to fight him at every step. It's partly why he even considered Edwina

Anthony is so confused. When Benedict showed an interest in Ms. Beckett, a year before, Kate practically growled at him. When Colin only looked at Ms. Featherington, when her family was passing his during promenade, Kate was quick to glare. It's also not like Kate hasn't been afraid to throw quips at him in the past either. But now she's barely looks at him. What was different? He feels ready to actually pull on her hair to get her attention.

Edwina notices the tension between her sister and the Viscount as well. She is also confused. Her older sister, friends, and her Aunt Portia have all made it very obvious they avoid anything Bridgerton, but now Kate approves when it's her? Honestly, Edwina does not care much for the Viscount. She is actually more interested in scholarly Mr. Bagwell. Viscountess Kate Bridgerton has a nice ring to it though. Perhaps Edwina should ask her mama to help make plans.

What Kate also does not know is the after in her original story. Anthony and Edwina do get married, yes, but they never fall in love. They are content, yes, and are happy enough, they have children, but that is it. Years after her death, Anthony would admit to himself that all the fire and passion he felt during the courtship was really for the ever defiant Kate. She was a villainess, yes, but she was his villainess.

#bridgerton #kathony #what if the isekai spouses remembered #isekai and yanderes #villianess isekai au

[thecountessofkilmartin]

My favourite quotes from Romancing Mister Bridgerton..

1. “If sin could take a solid form, surely it would be a pastry.”

I relate to this statement on an emotional level. At the same time, a single cream puff is more captivating than half the men I’ve encountered in my life, so.. 😅

2. “But when Penelope was in the company of someone with whom she felt comfortable— and Colin realised that he was probably privileged to count himself among that number— she had a dry wit, a sly smile, and evidence of a very intelligent mind, indeed.”

So the dude’s not completely oblivious to how amazing she is. That’s a start, i guess. I mean, it’s not like he’s know her for twelve years or anything 😂

3. “He made her more confident, more daring. He made her more... herself. Or at least the herself she wished she could be.”

Colin making her more sure of herself without even trying to, is so precious. Also, the sudden rush of confidence is probably the only pro of unrequited love, if there ever was one 😂

4. “But he sensed that Penelope's feelings depended on his next words, and at some point in the last ten minutes, her feelings had become very important to him.”

I’m so sure that these two could’ve totally fallen in love way sooner, if they ever got the opportunity to have a real deep conversation 😢

5. “I've often thought it foolish that a man asks a woman's father for her hand before he asks her. The father doesn't have to live with him.”

Okay, Eloise Bridgerton is stan-worthy just for this statement alone 😂😂

6. “He didn't think she wanted to go, but he somehow knew that she would. She'd think it was the proper thing to do, and she'd probably also think it was what he wanted. Nothing, he was surprised to realise, could be further from the truth. And nothing could have scared him more.”

I really like how we get to see Colin’s entire inner monologue throughout the discovery of his feelings for Penelope & how each new realisation terrifies him more than the previous one🤣

7. “You're not going to die tomorrow!” he somehow managed to get out. “But I could! I could, and it would kill me, because—” “You'd already be dead,”

Penelope is having a full-on meltdown & Colin’s out here making dumb jokes. Did I laugh at said dumb joke? Absolutely 😂

8. “He looked at her, and somehow he didn't see the woman he'd seen so many times before. She was different. She glowed. She was a siren, a goddess, and he wondered how on earth no one had ever noticed this before.”

All it took was twelve years and one kiss, but the fact that someone finally started to see how incredible she was & that it was the only person she ever wanted to impress 😭

Also, How is it possible that every single Brigerton brother is an oblivious fool when it comes to love? Plus, they somehow manage to reach new heights of stupidity by innovating their own versions obliviousness 😆

9. “She was strange that way. She always remembered the days of the week. She'd met Colin on a Monday. She'd kissed him on a Friday. Twelve years later.”

There is something so sweet about this quote. The hopeless romantic in me is not okay 😢

10. “I like you, Miss Featherington. I don't like a lot of people. It's as simple as that. And I want to see you happy.”

Lady Danbury is the real MVP of this book. In the few days that she was around Penelope, she had done a better job at offering her emotional support, than Portia Featherington had done in her whole life. Penelope truly deserved her adoration 😊

11. “I will not be insulted by that... by that nothing!” Cressida fumed. She turned to Penelope with a seething glare and hissed, “I demand an apology.” Penelope just nodded slowly and said, “That is your prerogative.” And then she said nothing more. Colin had to physically wipe the smile from his face.”

Colin Bridgerton is the founder & president of the “I heart Penelope Featherington club”, he just doesn’t know it yet 😍

12. “And then, before he even realised what he was doing, he'd facilitated Penelope's departure, and she left he scene without his ever having apologised to her. He supposed he should have deemed the evening a failure for that reason alone, but in all truth, he couldn't quite bring himself to do so. After all, he'd spent the better part of five minutes holding her hand.” 

Okay, this is the cutest part of the entire book for me. How endearing is that they were holding hands the entire time. And that Colin was fawning over that fact like a love sick puppy 🥰🥰

13. “A fire like that was nothing compared to the feelings coming to a boil in his chest. Penelope had better have a damned good reason for coming out here by herself. She shouldn't be going anywhere unaccompanied, much less the city.”

Okay, the fact that he didn’t realise that he loved her at this moment, shows just how emotionally unaware he is 😂

14. “She wasn't beautiful. She knew she wasn't beautiful, she knew she'd never be more than passably attractive, and that was only on her good days. But he thought she was beautiful, and when he looked at her... She felt beautiful. And she'd never felt that way before.”

This is so sad & romantic at the same time 😭

15. “For God's sake, Penelope,” he said, grabbing her hand and yanking her down. “Are you going to marry me or not?” 

Okay subtly? He doesn’t know her. Every man should propose to their girlfriend after having a full blown make out session at the back of a carriage. That’s the least they could do for having us put up with their idiocy for eternity 😂

16. “He hadn't realised just how tense Penelope's misery was making him. And she was definitely miserable. Good God, he couldn't wait to remove her from the bosom of her ridiculous family.”

Colin’s got such a pure soul. I’m fully convinced that if it came down to it, he would physically fight Portia for Penelope🤣

17. “But Felicity is unmarried, and—” “So are you,”he pointed out. “I know, but I'm old, and—” “And Felicity is an infant,” he spat.”

I can’t even. This entire conversation was so chaotic 😂

18. “Mrs. Featherington," Colin said tightly, "I suggest you begin treating my future wife with a bit more respect.”

Two words. Husband material 😍

19. “She was amazing. He didn't know how he hadn't realised it before, when he'd already known that she was smart and lovely and witty and resourceful. But all those adjectives, and a whole host more he hadn't yet thought of, did not add up to the true measure of her.”

Freaking finally ❤️ ❤️

20. “It was difficult to compete with food for Colin's attention.”

All is fair in love & food. Food comes before anything. Even love 😂

21. “For ten years, you have made people laugh. You've made them wince. You've made them think, Penelope. You have made people think. I don't know what could be a higher achievement.”

Colin should be a professional compliment giver or maybe a greeting card writer. But the fact that he put his jealousy aside & truly praised her talent in such a profound way, was so amazing 😍

22. “You may scold me all you wish for not having proposed years ago.”

For Colin, the only possible match for Penelope is himself. He knows that he’s been her soulmate all along & how much they both lost out on because he took so long to realise it 😢

23. “Our daughters should have money of their own. Separate from their dowries.” 

Penelope is such an icon. What a queen. The bridgerton women should all start a feminist group. Their spouses would be their spokesmen 😊

24. “I love you, I love you with everything I am, everything I've been, and everything I hope to be. I love you with my past, and I love you for my future. I love you for the children we'll have and for the years we'll have together. I love you for everyone of my smiles, and even more, for every one of your smiles.”

These two are the absolute cutest. The fact that he said “I love you with my past”, makes me feel emotional on so many different levels 😭❤️

Also, where did the Bridgerton brothers learn how to give such romantic speeches? And why is Colin low-key almost as good at it as Anthony is? Did he give both Benedict & Colin a crash course, or what? 😂

25.  “Tell you what?” “Why Colin sent us that abominably cryptic note instructing us to stick to you like glue all evening.” “He did?” “Yes, and may I point out that he underlined the word glue.”

The idea of Colin underlining the word “glue” is so funny to me. Also, I love how the family took it so literally. They’re all such wholesome idiots 🤣

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[blobbyclouds]

Hello I love stuff! So I remember that you headcanons about the main 6 realizing that they're in a game. Can you do headcanons for the main 6 actually appearing in the real world and meeting the player? Imagine the chaos that would ensue when they come into contact with modern technology.

But like... really imagine it. Really just think about playing the game one day and POOF your fav LI is sitting beside you, completely real and a little messy as they look at you with wide eyes

Also, for the sake of these headcanons we’re going to say the LI is aware that they were in a game :) (because I don’t feel like dealing with any existential crises)

Warnings: none!

-Asra Alzanar-

Definitely the most chill about popping into another world. Pretty normal stuff for him when spells go backwards 

You on the other hand backed up against the wall like a blushing mess while he calmed you down as quickly as he could. He was calmer than you simply because he’s always sensed that there was more to the mc in the game than what met the eye

Asra was a fast learner as you taught him all about Earth 

It was interesting, to say the least, having to explain Asra’s presence for the few weeks he was with you before the spell wore off. Luckily, by saying he was an exchange student and using a few deception spells, it was no problem

Sorting out his fashion sense was interesting too

“No, Asra, you can’t wear mystical robes or magical amulets to the cafe.”

“But… magic is my thing.”

“But magic isn’t a thing here.” 

He ended up playing with a lot of different styles of our world and unfairly looked amazing in all of them??? He’s aesthetic in everything??

Always sweet and affectionate, touching you in some way because he can’t really believe he gets to the meet the real you <3

Whenever you went out, he liked to hold your hand

He really liked getting to learn about your life outside the game, like your hobbies, school/work, and other such interests

He was really happy to meet your friends and family, sizing them up to decide if he completely trusted them to take care of his darling apprentice

If you come from a bad home or anything, it’d break Asra’s heart and he’d do literally everything in his power to help you. And with any other problems in your life, he’d put his heart and soul into helping you too

When he had to leave, he taught you a special way to make the game glitch so he’ll know that something is really wrong and he’ll come to the real world asap 

-Nadia Satrinava-

More than a little surprised that Asra’s spell landed her here 

You two made eye contact and it took you both a second to process what was going on

“Oh. Good evening, Nadia. What brings you here?”

“Good evening. It seems Asra’s spell has landed me in your home world.”

And then the “??!!?!!?!?” feeling hit both of you and you went into extreme planning mode

In a few minutes, you two had figured out when Asra’s spell would wear off and bring her home, a cover story for Nadia’s stay, and had everything planned perfectly because y’all are a power couple

Nadia had a bit of a rough first day with technology and no servants to help her figure all this new stuff out

The first time she saw a car was when you were walking outside your house, and she yanked you behind a bush because she thought it was some sort of monster

She was super flustered when you explained it was just a car, but you insisted you thought it was sweet of her to “protect” you

Nadia felt really bad about not being able to pay you back for your kindness and tried to make up for it by being helpful around the house

No matter what type of wardrobe you have, Nadia helped plan your outfits for the few weeks she was there

You two went shopping once and she managed to get a bunch of deals 

Yeah, she’s better at sweet talking and bartering than you’ll ever be :( 

She wanted to know all about your interests and hobbies, they’re all fascinating to her 

She gives the best advice and listens attentively to any of your problems 

Have any toxic friends? Rude family members? Teachers or bosses making your life miserable? Nadia will verbally demolish them and make sure you’ll be treated well after she’s gone

When she eventually had to leave, she left you a sweet letter to read whenever you’re sad

-Julian Devorak-

Pure utter chaos when he first pops in

You’re yelling, he’s yelling, everything is a mess 

Eventually, you both calm down though and manage to talk things out, Julian rambling so quickly you can barely understand him

The two of you manage to figure out that Asra’s spell will last a few weeks. So, in the meantime, Julian is stuck with you 

At first he acted all confident as he tried to convince both himself and you that he had this entire situation under control 

That is, until he stepped into the kitchen and nearly caused three disasters in five seconds 

You gave him a crash course on Earth and he literally took notes and made flashcards that he would randomly look at as you showed him around

When friends and family began to question his presence, the both of you had this elaborate story about how Julian was a childhood friend who was stopping in town to meet up with his family. There were character names and everything, y’all really got into it

He’s fascinated by the medical advances in the real world and loves all those hospital shows like Grey’s Anatomy. You two are definitely going to spend some time cuddled up on the couch watching those shows

He was so excited about seeing everything and kind of frustrated he couldn’t get you anything as a way to repay you for taking care of him and being such a good teacher in general

He actually picked a bunch of flowers for you, and while you’re certain he stole some of them, it was a very kind gesture

If you got sick at all during his stay, he’d go into doctor mode and nurse you back to health 

He was constantly making plans to spend every single second he could with the real world version of you, so that he could return to his world knowing as much about you as he could 

-Muriel-

When he simply appeared in your room you two silently stared at one another for a very long time and then began to panic

Muriel was more flustered than you because it took him a second to realize he was right in front of the real mc, the real version of you 

You managed to calm him down though, and after that it was pretty smooth sailing

Muriel was not a fan of the attention he got for his height whenever you two went out to malls or other such public spaces 

It was just a lot to process. You both knew each other, but Muriel’s mind couldn’t quite process the real world version of the mc he knew so well and you couldn’t quite believe that Muriel was here in real, 3-D form

It was even harder for you because everyone wanted to know all about him and kept asking all these questions him 

That’s why you spent the majority of your time in less public spaces or just stayed home and enjoyed things like baking, video games, and movies 

Muriel really enjoys farming games like Stardew Valley and Animal Crossing and he’s really good at them too 

Is 100% down to be a listening ear for all your real world problems

He feels a little guilty that he’s known you for so long, yet this is the first time he’s been able to help you with your real life problems

So he plans on being as helpful as he can be for the few weeks he’s with you and insists on helping with any chores around the house

When he had to leave, he tried to stay calm, but the moment you started getting upset, he’d get upset too

He left you a wood carving of one of your favorite things, like a favorite animal, favorite character, favorite something that would mean a lot to you and show you there’s always of part of him with you 

-Portia Devorak-

When Portia suddenly popped into existence beside you, you were both surprised, but like, too shocked to properly freak out?

“Oh. Hello, Portia.”

“Oh. Hello to you too. You look a little different… where are we?” 

You managed to get in a pretty calm explanation about where she was and a bit of info about the modern world before she started freaking out

She was stuck here for two weeks and neither of you knew any way to get her back to her own world, so you decided to just go with it

Portia was mystified by all parts of modern life

Her favorite things are always the clothes and the food

Technology low key scared her for the first few days, but you helped her adjust

Her favorite thing is ordering stuff online because there’s so much cool stuff!!! And she can get it all in the click of a few buttons!!! So cool!!!

She always links your arm with hers when you’re showing her parts of town so that the two of you can’t get separated 

She’s pretending to be a good friend of yours who is coming from out of the country and will be staying for a few weeks 

You two do a lot of baking and Portia only starts one, little fire by using the microwave wrong :) 

If you have any big problems in your life Portia is an absolute sweetheart about them. She listens perfectly and will give you all the advice and comfort you need

She’s such a cheerleader and gives you a bunch of compliments and support that she can’t give to you in the game

When the time came for her to leave, she wrapped you in her arms and wouldn’t let go until Asra’s spell pulled her back into the game

After she left, you realized she had secretly made you a cute stuffed animal version of Pepi just for you <3

-Lucio-

S c r e a m i n g

He got really defensive really fast because he was so confused

You confused him because you look a lot like the mc in the game but, since this is the real world you, you look recognizable but different

You had to carefully pry the make-shift weapon he had grabbed and explain who you were and what you thought had happened 

After that Lucio chilled out but was still a little on edge

With all the technology you showed him he either loved it or hated it

Itty bitty phone screens that don’t respond to his metal hands, somewhat larger tv screens that are as confusing as Asra’s magic, and dumb people called Siri who can’t understand him? Stupid

Super fast cars and speakers that blare music? Very cool

He wasn’t the best at hiding the fact that he’s from a game and almost let it slip a few times

So you have to dive into the conversation to assure this random stranger that no, your exchange student is only joking about being a count, isn’t he hilarious???

Give him a sharp elbow in the ribs to shut him up, works 9/10

He loves movie theaters so much and will beg to go there all the time while he’s with you

He’s always very touchy because this is probably the only time he’ll get with the real version of you, and he wants to savor every bit of it

He’s an extremely picky eater and seems to only like the food you make

While spending time with the version of you in the game is always fun, it was always wonderful to get to meet the real you. A few weeks didn’t feel like nearly enough time to get to know you 

He acted like going back to the his world wasn’t a big deal up until the last second when the spell started pulling him back. Then, blinking away tears, he wrapped you in a far too tight hug that was surprisingly comforting

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[ahjustroza]

Hello, if you're still taking requests, what about a HC for the Main 6 with a GN!MC who is like Deathstroke/Deadpool basically an immortal mercenary who can't die and gets into all sorts of dangerous situations

Lmao! Your wish is my command!

Also, I still take requests yes. I just write painfully slow sometimes lol 😔

Deadpool-like MC Headcanon

Asra

Did you saw him mad before?

He will make the hellfire fall upon your enemies

Asra is not the one to fight often

Yet if he senses trouble he will be on alert

Will get you behind him too

So cute

He knows you can regenerate

But what if you suddenly won't heal anymore?

He is not taking any risks

He hates it even when you get sick, what do you mean people wanting your ability to heal??

No. No. No.

No no no no no.

No.

No one is allowed to touch his lover.

The mere thought of it makes him sick.

Asra scares to touch you

What if he holds your hand too tight?

What if his hands are dry and won't feel nice when he touches your face?

What if you will be uncomfortable with him clinging to you?

I mean he is touchy with you.

This is not like that.

He loves you so much that sometimes he just can't even touch you

He will be fine with only looking at you and love you

Whenever he touches you his fingers feels like feathers on your skin

So he will ask a lot of protection runes and spells from Muriel

Will also research your condition

Will make a great to heart conversation with you about not getting yourself into dangerous situations

He is too open to you when it comes to feelings and opinions

He knows your everything

And you know his everything

You know full well that Asra is not dealing well with the possibility of you getting hurt or even die

So you have to make him sure that you are safe at all times.

Annd

Allow him to be close to you.

Don't let him fear not being able to hear and feel your heartbeats again.


Nadia

No.

It is a marvel that you have such a gift

But no injuries are allowed in this palace.

Especially no injures for MC.

You are not allowed to get hurt.

You have to get spoiled rotten by her

Sit on her lap and ask for silks and gold

Not ask to go out avenging

She knows about combat and is educated we'll about it

So if a fight is inevitable, Nadia will be your personal Spartacus on the streets

And your personal Doctor House on the sheets.

Have you ever seen Nadi grumpy??

Oh my, you will love it

She will tell you exactly what would happen if your wound was worst and you never had the power to regenerate

Everywhere you go, she must escort you

And if you come with “I can do whatever I want” she will make you her right-hand person or something in the palace lmao

She naturally likes you around her so more the benefits for her

But she will not let you go off her sight for too long

If so, like Muriel she will trust you to people she knows that will keep you safe

Will make you stay in bed when you get hurt

Even tho the times you get to heal under ten minutes

You must stay in bed for the entire day and she will prepare a shared bath for you two

Also declare your attackers the “enemies of the state” lmao


Julian

Healing huh?

He can too!

Insert meme Both? Both. Here

Since he can heal as well why would you let yourself get hurt??

Or at least that's what he says anyway.

He will get hurt for you. Why bother yourself with the trouble?

He got this.

He got you.

Will jump in front of you

Will be dramatically heroic in front of you too

He hates the idea of you getting hurt so he will sacrifice himself each time

So you have to be careful with him

He won't be hesitant to die for you

Won't hesitate to get deadly wounded only for you to not get hurt

He will always test out the curious-looking floors himself before letting you enter a new places etc.

You have to think three times before doing something

Ask key questions before each decision you make concerning dangerous things

Would that possibly hurt me?

If so, if Julian jumps to the action without thinking, will he get hurt more than they would have hurt you if he wasn't there?

Now ask the questions two more times.

Portia

Guess who will not give a damn about your regeneration?

You are not even allowed to get a paper cut 
Portia is like the mom friend in a relationship 
She will feel every painful thing you go through herself

In her heart

It's almost impressive because she will know whenever you experience pain

Like a sixth sense

And even tho you can heal, she will wrap your injuries

Will ask so many questions

How you ended up like this?

Who hurt you?

Does she need to punch anyone for it?

Will she end up punching someone even tho you say it's all good?

She will have lots of bandaids lol

Heart-shaped, cute colored pick your poison

She will also get insanely worried and anxious when you are out of sight in a dangerous place/ situation

She had many panic attacks too

With you beside her or without you around her

She will cry and end up overthinking everything

Not because Portia doesn't trust you

But because she has a traumatic past with nearly losing her family

She had to live many years worry for Julian and now she will worry for you

She just can't lose her family

Even the thought of it makes her shiver and want to vomit because of stress

More on that

She hates that she might be too weak to protect you from harm

Even tho you get to heal yourself

Even tho you are smart and know how to get yourself out of trouble

Portia will work out and train herself in magic and all kinds of stuff to be stronger

Only for you to not get any harm

Even the paper cuts.


Muriel

Doesn't matter how fast you heal Muriel will be in a state of about to faint and having a heart attack each time you get hurt

He will ask soo many questions about your injuries

Will give you looots of silent treatments after each trouble you got yourself into because he “told you not to go” lmaoo

After giving up and admitting that you will not change your lifestyle, Muriel will change his

He will be like the type to put baby protectors on every corner of the house

Everyday he will ask himself

Why are we still here?

Only to suffer??

Bc you are the little shit to wake him up in the middle of the night to say you have a paper cut kind of annoying him

He will be more alert than ever when you two are out in the public

One hand always ready to grab a wooden staff he carries around under his cloak

He hates the idea of a fight but he’ll fight the devil itself for you if necessary

He'll never leave you alone

Will be two steps near you all the time unless you are with someone he trusts

Like Asra

In the shop. Maaaybe

But outside? No.

He thinks you both need protection smh


Lucio

Yoooo

So you can like grow a limb or something?

Shit he should have asked that from the devil instead of becoming a living goat ghost

He will hate it when you are in pain but not the type to get super overprotective over you like Muriel

He knows about war and fights and he had experienced many types of physical pain

That means he will be able to understand you the most in that way

During a fight, he will swing a sword alongside you but won't jump in front of you to prevent you from getting scars

He knows you will heal but he won't.

Your healing will fascinate him each time like he never seen you heal before

He will also give you a lot of freedom than most people might think

Like the complete opposite of Julian

He will let you do anything you want during dangerous situations

He knows that you will be fine at the end

But he trusts your wisdom the most

You probably experienced many types of danger your entire life

And most probably you are better than him in defenses and combat

So you can go anywhere you want

He will just make sure that you don't die

Like literal dying.

No ghost MCs dying.

But he will also still get very furious when someone tries to hurt you

He will fight back like a demon released from its chains each time people hurt you
 
 

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[aliwritesfic]

Night Shift Part 3 (F!Reader x Frankie Morales)

Summary: Yours and Frankie’s weekends take very different turns

Word Count: 2K

Warnings: Emotionally abusive relationship, very brief mention of drug use, drinking, T*m D*vis makes an appearance

Part 1 Part 4

Frankie slept better that week than he had in months. Every night was long, uninterrupted, mercifully dreamless sleep. The diner had done exactly what he had hoped. When he awoke that Saturday afternoon, he felt better than he had in ages. He hummed while he rummaged through the refrigerator, grabbing out some leftover padthai and throwing it in the microwave.

Each night that week, a routine between you and him had formed. You’d work, barely exchanging words until the dinner rush was completed, then you’d make him a coffee and he’d make you something to eat. You’d requested something different each night, and each night you’d spoken to him a little more. Some nights you were in a better mood than others, but he quickly realised it wasn’t personal against him.

He found he was a little disappointed when he woke up that afternoon and remembered that it was his day off. If he was being honest with himself, he’d grown to enjoy your company. Something about you intrigued him, made him want to get to know you more.

Frankie spent getting stuff together for poker night with the boys. It was his turn to host, so all he had to do was make sure that his dining room table was clear and his portable speaker was charged. 

While he got ready, his mind kept wandering back to you.

He thought of the way you had a different smile for certain customers. The truly genuine one was reserved for only a select few of your favourites. He felt himself hoping that one day you’d give him one of those smiles, instead of the one that didn’t really reach your eyes and disappeared quickly. 

He thought of how when the diner was quiet, you’d lean against the counter and sip your coffee, your gaze firmly out the window. 

He thought of how when your shift ended and you checked your phone, your face would change for just a fraction of a second before you’d say goodbye and rush out the door. 

Jesus fucking Christ, he thought, do I have a crush?

Frankie hadn’t had a crush since high school, when he had finally had the guts to ask out Portia Inglewood. That relationship had lasted until he left the military, and brought all the emotional baggage with him.

A loud banging on the door knocked him out of his thoughts. 

“Cat!” Benny didn’t wait for Frankie to open the door. “We’re here, and we have beer!”

“You know where it goes,” Frankie called back. 

Santi grinned at his best friend and handed him a beer. “How’s the new job?”

“It’s exactly what I need right now,” Frankie told him. Santi nodded in understanding. They all had their own ways of dealing with what they carried. “Plus, the extra cash doesn’t hurt.”

Frankie didn’t want money - he had plenty from when he’d do private jobs with Santi. If he ever became desperate, he knew he could just join Santi on his next job. 

“Well, extra cash or not, I’ll always be the hottest person you’ve ever worked with,” Santi winked, making Frankie roll his eyes.

“Keep telling yourself that if it makes you feel better, man.” Frankie laughed. 

The night progressed in a haze of pizza and beer and poker. Will lost money to Tom, and Tom promptly lost it all to Benny. Santi told the group about the new girl he was seeing, some French expat over stateside for a few months. Benny double checked everyone was coming to the fight next weekend. Tom revealed that he and the girls were moving to Ohio to be closer to Molly’s parents. The boys promptly began planning a going away party, which would basically just be another poker night but with more beer and possibly a cake.

Any worries Frankie held seemed to melt away on nights like these. At one point, he briefly wondered what you were doing and if you were thinking of him too. Yep. Definitely a crush.

~*~

You didn’t like Kurt’s friends. Unfortunately, you were stuck spending your Saturday night with them crowded in your apartment, loud and disrespectful as hell. It didn’t matter to them that you’d asked time and time again could they please go outside to smoke, could they please put their beer bottles in the recycling bin, could they please not use your nice plates to do coke on. 

If your grandfather could have seen you now, he would’ve called you a push-over. You hated that you had become this person - afraid to stick up for yourself in your own home. Hell, you didn’t even know at what point you’d become this person. It just seemed to happen over the five years you’d been dating Kurt.

You had lost yourself in trying to be what he wanted.

With a sigh, you sealed yourself away in the bedroom with a bag of Doritos and your phone, wishing you could call your grandfather. You still had his number in your phone. Occasionally, you’d look at it, the numbers seared into your brain. 

Instead of calling the now disconnected number, you settled for messaging Sara. She was one of your only remaining friends from high school, and knew as much about your feelings as you were willing to let on. The thing was, you knew what she would say if you told her how you felt every single day. How lost, how hopeless you felt. She’d tell you to leave, forget Kurt and all the years with him, but to you it wasn’t that simple. 

Part of you still loved him, despite everything, and that part remained hopeful that you and Kurt could fix the fractures in your relationship. Plus, a voice in the back of your head told you he was right when he said he was the only one who could ever love you. 

Being alone, unloved, was one of your deepest fears.

This was one of the nights you actually missed being at the diner. You missed the lemon scented countertops, the radio that seemed to be permanently set on the oldies station, hell, you even missed Frankie and his amazing food. He’d been working with you less than a week but he had already wedged himself into your stomach. But, it was just two more nights until you were back there. It struck you that this was the opposite of how most people thought. No one you knew actually wished to go back to work. 

It was almost dawn when you were woken out of your half sleep by Kurt stumbling into the room. 

“Baby,” he slurred, crawling into bed beside you. “Baby, I love you.”

“I love you too,” you mumbled, moving over so he could fit in the bed easier. He reeked of sweat and booze. 

“I’m sorry,” he planted a sloppy kiss on your neck. “I really try to be good.”

“I know,” you ran your fingers over his head. He liked his hair cropped short, in an almost military like style. “I try too.”

“Can we go back to how we were?” Kurt continued kissing you, his hands moving drunkenly over your body. You bit back a sigh, knowing where this was heading.

You decided it would be easier to let him do what he needed, despite how badly you wanted to sleep. The only saving grace was you knew Kurt would only last a couple of minutes before it would be over. 

~*~

“So, what’s the new guy like?” Manny asked. You were seated outside, at one of his favourite cafes. The sun shone down warmly on you both, brightening your mood.

“I like him, I think,” you said. “He’s nice, quiet.”

“And pretty cute, right?” Manny wriggled his eyebrows. 

“I hadn’t noticed,” you lied. Of course you had noticed. It was impossible not to notice. 

“Don’t feed me bullshit, I can tell when you’re lying.”

“Ugh, fine. He’s good looking. But that doesn’t mean anything.”

“That’s the thing lover, it only means something if you want it to.” Manny took a conspiratorial sip of his drink. “And I didn’t get a gay vibe from him.”

“Oh good, because the only thing holding me back from jumping his bones in the kitchen is that I didn’t know his sexual preference.” You rolled your eyes, deciding to quickly change the subject. “Anyway, how’s the new job?”

“I’m loving it!” Manny lit up. “Everyone says teenagers are the worst group to teach, but it’s like they forget middle school exists.”

You smiled at Manny’s happiness. It thrilled you to see someone you considered your best friend so happy. If anyone deserves the whole world, you thought, it’s him. But he wasn’t going to let you change the subject that easily.

“You know, maybe you could invite Frankie to one of our lunches,” Manny said slyly. “It could be a night crew thing.”

“That would mean inviting the weekenders,” you reminded him. Manny held a grudge against the weekend crew, but you could never figure out why.

“No, weeknight crew only. Come on, lover, it could be fun! Plus, I want to get to know my replacement a bit better. Make sure I’m not handing the spatula to someone I don’t approve of.” Manny pouted and switched on his puppy dog eyes.

“Ugh, fine, I’ll ask,” you conceded, “but don’t be surprised if he says no. The man probably has a life.”

“It can’t hurt to ask though, and I will bother you about it until you have an answer.”

“What are you planning?” You knew that look all too well.

“Just on making a new friend,” Manny said innocently. “Lover, you can never have enough friends.”

At that moment your phone buzzed with a text from Kurt.

Where r u?????

You grimaced and sent a quick reply, hoping it wouldn’t lead to what it usually did.

At lunch with Manny from work. I’ll be home in a couple hours, do you want anything?

“Why don’t you just break up with him?” Manny asked, watching you carefully.

Is he the gay 1?

Yes, you met him and his husband last year.

“It’s complicated,” you said. You didn’t have anywhere to go. You were terrified of being alone. Part of you still felt like you could salvage what you had. The one and only time you had tried to break up with him, he had threatened to kill himself if you left. 

“You deserve better than that,” Manny said. You remained silent, not sure if he was right. “You’ve been unhappy for ages now.”

“I’m happy!” You protested.

“No you aren’t. Don’t fucking lie to me. You’re miserable with that douche bag, even James agrees.”

“I haven’t seen James in months! How the hell would he know!” You were getting defensive, but you still managed to keep your voice lowered. 

“Lover, I talk that man's ear off every chance I get. Because I love him. Because he likes to hear me talk about my day and the people important to me.”

“I’m important to you?”

Manny rolled his eyes and threw his napkin at you. “Of course you are, you’re a sister to me. Stop trying to change the subject.”

“What subject!” You scoffed.

“The subject of you for some reason wanting to stay in a relationship with a man who makes you miserable,” Manny’s voice softened and he gently held one of your hands. The gesture almost made you tear up with its gentleness. You merely shrugged.

“Like I said, it’s complicated.”

Manny nodded. “Just please think about it, for real. I couldn’t sleep at night if I never said anything to you about it.”

The walk home was slow, you took your time to sort out your scrambling thoughts. Manny had offered to drive you, but it was a nice day, and you wanted to enjoy the sunshine. You pushed the issue of Kurt to the side, knowing either way the outcome would be the same unless you magically grew a spine and a few extra zeros in your bank account.

Instead, you thought about Frankie and how best to ask him to Sunday lunch. Honestly, if there was going to be a night shift tradition, it just felt downright rude to not at least extend an invite. And if Frankie said yes, well, that was even better. It was like Manny said - an opportunity to make a new friend. Just a friend.

So why did your stomach flip at the thought?

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