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metamorphesque · 2 years
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monet violet | salman toor green | van gogh yellow
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Van Gogh yellow, Monet violet.
What about Pubmed blue?
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shamebats · 11 months
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"I’m a moth biologist who loves rpdr. Here are some queens and their moth (or caterpillar!) doppelgängers, from the bottom of my little heart, please enjoy"
(via r/rupaulsdragrace)
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Trixie and rosy maple moth, Dryocampa rubicunda
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Monet X Change and garden tiger moth, Arctia caja
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Bianca Del Rio and Spilosoma multigutatta
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Violet Chachki and Luna moth, Actias luna
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Yvie Oddly and hickory horned devil, Citheronia regalis
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Tatianna and Platyja exequialis
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Jinkx Monsoon and Rupela albina
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Vivacious (and Ornacia) and the "mad hatterpillar" Uraba lugens
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somemanyships · 2 years
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Welcome to the royalty of Rupaul’s Drag Race:
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WILLOW PILL!
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lavendarneverlands · 1 year
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opsidecrewsclash · 3 months
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BEST GIRL CREWMATE - BRACKET A
Round 1
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Propaganda under the cut
Violet (Donquixote Family)
— Did she only agree to join to maybe help her country in some small way escape Doflamingo's tyranny? Yes. Was she miserable and plotting Doflamingo's downfall the entire time? Yes. But she was still a high ranking officer and member of the Doflamingo Pirates. Also I love her and she is so Valid
Monet (Donquixote Family)
— She is clever, both her devil fruit and the way she uses it are extremely cool, and she has a cute shy side that comes out when she is complimented. Monet rules!
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moving-sheet · 10 months
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Moved to @graytxrminal!
Rules
Mun (@bakedgud) is a MINOR and will NOT do NSFW or anything too suggestive (DMs and asks are open for questions)
Discord available as well, DM for info!
Other personal stuff on my carrd
Info
I'm probably gonna respond almost immediately, but don't feel obligated to do the same. If you need rest or are busy, please take your time!
Currently off school
Muse list under the cut!
Muse list
🍩Katakuri
🍬 Chopper
🍥 Usopp
🏵 Bon Clay
🌹Viola
🪷 Robin
🦖 Ulti
🌩 Zeus
🍓 Reiju
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Shipping open for everybody but Zeus and Chopper.
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pocketclowns · 2 years
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oh yeah i finally caught up with all stars last night what are y’alls thoughts who do you think is gonna be top 3 based on these first two episodes
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“Yes I certainly am amazing and understanding. And I won’t let you forget it.” Charlotte says. “As for letting you help pick out our child’s name I thought it would be good to include you in this decision since it is our child. Though if you come up with rubbish names I’ll have to name the baby myself. Do you have any names in mind?” She asks Klimt.
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"Well, I confess I haven't given it much thought." "As you... are aware, I have had more absorbing things to consider of late." "But I had always been fond of Henry or Claude for a boy's name." "And for a girl, Claudia or Violet."
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wowwww wow wow wow okay all stars season 7 let’s get sickening
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a11sunday · 2 months
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whispers…. why do i kinda ship sanji and violet though….
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metamorphesque · 2 years
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[1] Summer clouds are racing across the sky on Monet's pond, [2] Current in a summer sky,(Monet's pond) | Reiji Hiramatsu
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tuatara-time · 1 year
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Woe, baby turtles be upon ye!!
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I may or may not have created a baby toitle doodle that I turned into a base, and I’ve been drawing teetles on it nonstop
Of course I had to test it with everyone’s favourite brothers, but I’ve also been collecting references of people’s turtlesonas in a TMNT discord server, and I’ve drawn as many as I can and they’re all ADORABLE!! I’ve mentioned as many people as I can find, but if I’m missing anyone let me know!
I’ll be updating this post line by line as I draw more turtles!
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Raph + Donnie + Leo + Mikey (everyone’s favourite canon ninja turtles!), Artie (@faemorningstar), Bell (me)
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Venus + Jenny + Slash (personal designs by me and faemorningstar), Awzominator (@awzominator), ball,round (@autisticmichelangelos), Butterfly (@amevello-blue/@bluepeachstudios)
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Comfy (@20s-turtle-posting), Crow (@crownedcrowrow), Dandelion (@pilot030), Dri (Valiant Verian, not on tumblr), Evanescence (@error-core-animations), Maple (@saltyspittoon)
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Maple 2 (@maplegh0st), Mire (saltyspittoon again), Onyx (@givingangstsincebirth), Pecan (saltyspittoon again), Pidgeon (@draconicdeityarts), Salted Egg (not on tumblr)
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Sheo (The Pit mascot, found irl by Amevello-Blue, tmnt-ified design I referenced is by @lexezombie), Starr (@ninjastar-ace), Turtle Bot (@b0t-4-bra1ns), Wind (@tired-o-fighter), Van (@lexezombie), Ghost (@halogalopaghost/@turtleghosting)
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Tripp (@myebix), Picasso (Miikkadatpinkpuma, not on tumblr), Kammie (@ilovebeinaturtle), Jomei (Zaleixx, not on tumblr), Lavinia + Frida (lexezombie again)
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Angelika + Sonia + Monet + Vincent (lexezombie again), Argentu (not on tumblr), Noke (givingangstsincebirth again)
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Ibby (@ibbywondrous/@wondrous-art), Argo (@scenitroute), Blue (@hibiscusbiue), Indi (Zaleixx, not on tumblr), Cae (@caelan-yeah), Stone (tired-o-fighter again)
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Axolotl (tired-o-fighter again), Mars (@holographic-mars), C (me), Camembert (saltyspittoon again), Scooter (@rosequartzish), Jasper (me)
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Hunter (givingangstsincebirth again), Human (@thegodovereverything), Palmer (rosequartzish again), Kef (@kef-meister), Melon (@melonpalooza), Moss (Milo, not on tumblr)
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Autumn (@morninglarkspur), Verne (rosequartzish again), Tabi + Milani + Milo (Pilot030 again), Saturn (hibiscusbiue again)
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Penrose (saltyspittoon again), Magpie (crownedcrowrow again), Violet (@violetvulpini), TBN (tired-o-fighter again), Bubba (@hauntedghostboo), Peach (Peach, not on tumblr)
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Brown (rosequartzish again), Marsh (@pechtothevoid), Zinc (@bluesgras), Milight (hauntedghostboo again), Lockdown (@secreterces5charlie/@teenagemutantninjatrauma), Razzie (saltyspittoon again)
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Nin (@kittynomore), Unnamed Turt (me), Plum (@pileofpawns), Yerin (Peach, not on tumblr), Jacopo (hibiscusbiue again), Banksy (lexezombie again)
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Plushietello 1997 + Plushietello 2012 (saltyspittoon again), Sunflower (@spacey-jazz), Yumiko Sanki (Yumiko, not on tumblr), Sandro (hibiscusbiue again), Salty (saltyspittoon again)
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Amy (lexezombie again), Misa (@littlemissartemisia), E.G. (E. G. The Meme, not on tumblr), Lucy (me), Pao Hamato (Glowbug, not on tumblr), Juri Sasaki (Doodleah, not on tumblr)
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Alberto (Asion the Artlinxy, not on tumblr), Vincent (Asion the Artlinxy again), Thespian (Thespian/Soot, not on tumblr), Kometka (saltyspittoon again), Creative (givingangstsincebirth again), Angelo (ilovebeinaturtle again)
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Moon (thegodovereverything again), Lami (@taleeater I think), Mazie (@forestlingincorporated), Sully (@frogs-in3-hills), R (@adorabledrugl0rd), Bee (@avloki-pal)
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jacevelaryonswife · 11 months
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What a wicked thing to do (to make me dream of you) | Part I
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Aemond Targaryen was a shitty snob and you were determined never to see him again, however, he didn't seem to share the same feeling.
∴pairing: modern!Aemond Targaryen x nanny!reader
∴warnings: elitism and slight angst.
part II
Aemond Targaryen was a man of sophisticated and understated tastes, an assiduous collector of books and historical objects, a connoisseur of aged wines and gothic aesthetics. He was quiet, observant, polite, intelligent, handsome, well dressed and very intimidating. Because of these — and other — characteristics of your boss's brother, Rhaenyra Targaryen, your relationship with him was almost nonexistent. Not that the others were too close to you, but there was an intrinsic fear that snaked through your body when he was in the same room as Aemond.
The Targaryen mansion had a modern architecture with mostly surrealist paintings, although works of other artistic currents could be observed along the corridors and rooms. It was not your first choice of work, but the decision to look for a job during the graduation vacation was totally based on the high cost of living in another country. It all started with an exchange scholarship that turned into an irresistible proposal for a master's degree, which made you look for some options to stay comfortable and safe. Your first job was at a lovely flower shop that sold flowers in temperate climates, a dream come true, but when the offer to work as a nanny for two children in a mansion a few days a week with an alarmingly high salary, besides, your friend, who was friends with Rhaenyra's eldest son made strong recommendations of you (even though you don't have that much experience with children), fuck you agreed without a second thought.
Your employers were kind, though neutral, and when the family was together in full some unusual situations happened. However, along with your vacations came those of Aemond, and gods, it was almost suffocating to be in the same place as him, because although his qualities were attractive, the Targaryen knew how to be pretentious, arrogant, acidic, hot — tempered and indifferent — the last of the defects was almost always directed at you, while the others were restricted to his older brother Aegon and his uncle Daemon.
Otherwise, while you struggled to remain invisible, hanging out with the incredibly wealthy and dysfunctional Targaryens, Hightowers, and Velaryons was smooth and functional. Until one day everything changed. It was not uncommon for you to observe the paintings arranged impeccably on the gray wall, however, a well-known work caught your attention: Saint-Georges majeur au crépuscule, by Claude Monet. It was always a painting that captured your attention for a long time, apparently, the orange tone involved you more than enough to make you not notice it’s arrival, not that it was very easy to notice, since it was quite silent. But then, stopping in the middle of the hall, the owner with gray hair and violet eyes announced his presence with a simple question.
“Do you like it?"
Your indiscreet jump and hand directed to your chest didn't do much to hide your surprise (or fright), feeling too embarrassed to continue maintaining eye contact.
“Yes I like it.”
“Claude Monet, 1908, one of his best in my opinion,” he said.
“I know,” you replied faster than you intended, but with the tall man's curious look, you had to add, “I don't have artistic background or understanding, but I'm quite fond of impressionism.”
You clasped your hands together as you stared at the picture ahead, feeling like you might succumb right there. You didn't want to feel like a fool, so you silently listened to the guttural “hmm” he let out in response.
The lack of dialogue along with your flaring nerves made you say goodbye to him with a brief and hurried “Excuse me.”
Your memory does not include when you felt that way with someone, although it was a recurring feeling since you started working in an environment far beyond (financially speaking) your reality. You hated running away like a scared mouse, however, the feeling wasn't mutual to Aemond, who was almost delighted with your reaction.
That was the first time he noticed you, even if it was an unusual situation. He almost felt guilty about the way you ran, but who was he kidding? He liked your bewildered eyes and frightened expression, too nervous to face him or converse the way she had with Aegon, Jacaerys, and Helaena. A pretty girl, he thought, with fast-fashion clothes and unfinished nails, yet pretty, and a bit of an art knowledge. It was no exaggeration to say that from that day on, the second son of Viserys Targaryen took more notice of your presence.
You weren't the only helper in the house, but your job was restricted to stay with the kids, which made Aemond's peeks easier, as there were specific days and places where your silhouette would be restricted. He didn't know why of such sudden interest, you were just a maid. Yes, you attended the same college as him and had some publications in scientific journals, but still, what was it magnetic or different that attracted you?
Worse still, was he so indiscreet that Aegon caught wind of it and confronted him about it? Seven hells.
“So, did you miss something in the nanny's ass, bro?”
“That question could be asked of you,” he replied.
“But it is being done to you.” When the lack of response hit him, Aegon insisted, “What happened to the exemplary son and mama's boy? What will mom think when she hears you were about to eyeball our good maid?”
“Fuck off, Aegon,” he complained irritably, embarrassed actually. But he was Aemond Targaryen, losing a point to his older brother was not an option. “You should learn a thing or two from her since even the motherfucking babysitter can have some cultural understanding and you don't…”
“Wow, and they say I'm the idiot,” Aegon replied.
“You know what I meant.”
“Exactly, and that's why I meant what I said. So is it unusual for a nanny to be cultured? Please, that's why you don't have any friends.”
“And that's why I'm academically successful and I don't have to deal with you."
“Being a fucking snob? For sure."
“I wasn't being- you know what, take what you want, just get the fuck out of my face,” Aemond snapped.
“As you wish."
Although you both thought you were alone, by an unpleasant choice of fate you ended up listening to the entire conversation and imagine your surprise? It was something you hoped would happen eventually, but how small is it for someone to define a person by their profession or social class? You shouldn't be saddened that apparently your job as a nanny makes you culturally inferior in the eyes of Aemond Targaryen, but a few humiliated and embarrassed tears fell from your eyes before you silently withdrew.
That day your service was finished faster than usual, leaving the mansion discreetly and hastily. Other stray tears negatively graced your face along the way home and during your rest period. Thoughts about quitting your job were running through your head.
Bullshit, you needed the damn money.
But what is the cost?
Among other questions, the only thing you knew was the distance you would keep from Aemond Targaryen from then on, not even a stolen look, fear or secret admiration, all you felt for him was disgust. You hated snobs, and apparently he was one.
For the next few days you did your best not to meet him, or give him a look, though from what he had said about his condition earlier it was unlikely the Targaryen would mind his presence to notice any difference. Otherwise, you had no problems doing your chores and dealing with some other family members.
However, much to his mistake, Aemond continued to watch you as you played with little Aegon and Viserys throughout the manor. Again, he didn't know the source of the interest, but that afternoon (two weeks after it happened) when you spent too much time in the library with the little ones, he decided to act.
This time you noticed someone enter silently, making your heart sink. Somehow your subconscious suggested that the presence corresponded to the one you tried so hard to avoid, yet that didn't stop you from continuing to read a children's primer from the fancy wooden shelf without letting on your knowledge that you weren't alone.
He didn't know if you were oblivious to his presence or if you ignored him on purpose, so he decided to make himself seen.
“The section you're clearing contains the history of Old Valyria, from rise to fall," he began unrequitedly. “Have you read any of them?”
“The fall of Old Valyria.”
“The Untold Version?”
“More Believable Theories.”
“Hm.” In no time you turned to face him, generating a certain discontent in the platinum. Your answers were quick and dry, without trepidation or fear, intriguing him. “There are a few books by Septon Barth that I recommend reading, most notably Dragons, Wyrms, and Wyverns: Their Unnatural History.”
“Thank you,” was all you said.”
He really didn't like that. Were you purposefully ignoring him?
“I can borrow mine if you like, it's in better condition than the one in the library," he suggested.
“I appreciate your kindness, but you don't have to."
“No problem."
“I don't intend to read,” you said, “I have no such fascination with dragons. Besides, maybe a nanny like me doesn't understand Septon Barth's far-fetched text.”
Oh fuck.
The silence that followed didn't stop you from continuing your service, while Aemond didn't take long to associate what you were referring to.
“Aegon told you?”
“No, I was close at the time.”
“…didn’t mean to put you down.”
“Really? It seemed that my condition as an employee did not allow me to have a cultural background, as you say. Not that I'm the most cultured person in the world, but yes, I understood perfectly what you meant.”
He sighed. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you-"
‘I’m working, sir, if you have nothing else to say I would like to continue my work."
The shortness of breath that hit your body in the first conversation you had with him was replicated in the Targaryen upon hearing his response, almost paralyzed in place.
“I really didn't mean to offend you. I just understand that not everyone has access to the education and culture that money can offer.”
“Indeed, money restricts most of the population from having a quality education, but it does not mean that only the rich represent the apex of knowledge and holders of all culture, I can cite some examples from my life that contradict this.”
Aemond Targaryen was a shitty snob and you were determined never to see him again, however, he didn't seem to share the same feeling. Nobody ever spoke to him like that, not even his ex Alys. He was studying History at Citadel University, top student in his class, yet how could he be so blind and elitist?
“But that doesn't matter, as next week we won't continue to live together."
Fuck fuck fuck fuck. The vacation had come to an end. No, he couldn't let you go like that, he didn't want to keep such a negative image about himself.
“I-I… fuck I'm not… I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was stupid, I shouldn't have said that—I shouldn't have thought like that. Your thinking is correct.”
“Good for you.”
He knew better that keeping trying wouldn't get him anywhere, so he decided to lower his head and silently withdraw from his presence. You didn't mention anything to Rhaenyra when you said goodbye to her, as all in all, one negative moment couldn't define all the positive experience you had. In the end, even studying at the same institution as Aemond, its departments and buildings were different and far from each other, besides that you very much doubted to attend the same social cycle as him.
Although that fact was reassuring, that week the slender platinum figure did not leave your mind, always churning your stomach in disappointment and anger during the flashes of your last conversation. You agreed that only time would make you forget that inconvenience, but what you didn't know was that for Aemond such a mistake was unforgivable, and worse, you, the simple nanny, couldn't get out of his head.
— ewan taglist: @schniiipsel @aemonds-fire
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somemanyships · 2 years
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Welcome AGAIN to the royalty of Rupaul’s Drag Race:
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JINKX MONSOON!
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paracosmic-murdock · 3 months
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Tell me what are my words worth ; Benedict Bridgerton x Reader
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Chapter 21: "Cordialement, Y/N et Benedict"
Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader
Summary: It has been two years since your secret was exposed and you had to leave London. Two years with deep buried misery and in which you missed everything you used to have. However, neglect, novelties, and letters made sure to give you more than one reason to return to claim someone who is as rightfully yours as your estate and your people: Benedict Bridgerton.
Warnings/tags: idiots in love, eventual smut, mutual pining, (kinda???) enemies (fake, this is just pride) to lovers (surely), bisexual benedict bridgerton, feminist themes, historical inaccuracy (for the sake of the plot), inspired by mulan (1998), song: the lakes (taylor swift), other tags to be added
Chapter summary: You and Benedict return to London with a wedding invitation and more shocking news for the family.
Word count: 2.7K
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“Ma chérie, when did this happen?”
You cleared your throat. “Uh, during my first trip to London, my Lord.”
“This is unexpected, but… I shall speak to the council about this,” Lord Monet replied. “We believed you and the Prince of Monaco-”
“No,” you firmly denied. “He was a mere suitor, but Mr. Bridgerton is my love match.”
He raised his eyebrow, giving him a despective look. “Is he now?”
You two nodded.
“Is he also fit to be a duke?” he questioned. “Because if you do not marry the Prince, you must marry a man fit to rule the region, at least.”
“Even if he wasn't, and I am not saying he is not fit, I must be the one to perform the ducal duties,” you answered. “Not a soul knows this region better than I. Since my father passed, as you know quite well, I have been the one to take care of Burgundy, the winery, and the state. Therefore, I should be the one who continues doing it.”
“What is your cousin for, then?”
“Nothing, my Lord,” you sighed. “And once I marry and have children, the region shall stay in good hands. Always in our family.”
He sighed. “What is his background, then? His family, what?”
“His father was the late Viscount Edmund Bridgerton. My father's friend from Oxford, if you can recall,” you replied. “He is his second son, and his older brother is Anthony Bridgerton, the now Viscount.”
“You come from a good family, it seems.”
“I do, yes,” Benedict spoke for the first time. “I have seven brothers and sisters. One of my sisters, Daphne, is the Duchess of Hastings.”
“Well, you sound like a good man,” Monet smiled slightly. “Have you decided on a date for the ceremony?”
“The sooner, the better.” Benedict said.
“Why the rush?”
“As I am sure Lord Cartier might have mentioned, there have been issues with my grandfather,” you answered. “He found a bastard child of Father's to take my rightful place. The sooner I marry, the safer I will be, you know? Protected by marriage.”
“As long as the rush does not mean anything else, I believe two months from today will be perfect so you can have everything ready.”
“Will the priest be available?” you asked in concern.
“I'll make him available provided he isn't. The Duchess of Burgundy's wedding must be a priority for the Church,” he replied. “I might as well have the Pope himself marry you.”
You chuckled. “That will not be necessary.”
“The fourteenth of September, then?”
Benedict looked at you with an enamored smile. “Yes.”
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Dearest Bridgertons,
We are most delighted to reach out to you with the news of our engagement and upcoming matrimony, which will take place on September 14th at the Palace of Versailles. However, before that, we are pleased to invite the whole family to the engagement ball on August 5th at the Château du Clos de Vougeot.
Additionally, we would be honored for Lady Violet Bridgerton to stay with us until the ceremony to assist us in its planification and keep us beloved company.
We are grateful to all of you for your support and, unbelievably, for meddling in our love. We would not be here today without your carefully schemed and loving interventions.
Finally, we announce our stay in Versailles until July 20th, when we shall start our journey back to London for some days. We are expected in Vougeot by August 1st at the latest (in hopes that you join us), in Dijon on August 28th, and in Versailles on September 2nd. The former information was provided to inform you of our whereabouts in case you wish to join us someday.
Sincerely,
Y/N & Benedict.
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You and Benedict were having breakfast when Antoinette arrived at the dining room. Her expression gave you an insight for whatever the unfortunate announcement would be.
“My lady, your grandfather is here. And he brought unpleasant company.”
Your lips formed a fine line, and you looked at Benedict in utter worry.
“Please, inform him we are breaking the fast and take him to the sitting room to wait for us,” you replied. “Tell him we do not have much time to receive him as we are leaving for London within the hour.”
“What should I say if he asks who is ‘we’?”
“Tell him I mean my fiancé and myself.”
She nodded. “Of course, my lady.”
“If you wish, I could ask him to leave,” Benedict proposed when he saw your maid leave. “You will not have to see him if you don’t want to.”
“I will not show him any sign of intimidation, my heart. Plus, I must extend our invitation to the engagement ball in person and have my guards take that misfortune of a brother to the dungeon he belongs to.”
Benedict smirked. “You are a devious young woman, aren't you?”
“This particular trash will not take itself out, so I must make sure someone does,” you replied. “And if it has got to be me so I know it is done properly, you know I will.”
“My darling, you are an unstoppable force of nature.”
You rolled your eyes with affection. “You are a silly man, Your Grace,” you noted. “You better kiss that attitude goodbye by the day of the engagement ball if you want the King of France to approve of you.”
He smiled and finished the last of his breakfast. As soon as you finished, he helped you stand up and walked to the sitting room alongside you.
“Good morning, sir,” you greeted him. “Raphaël, I thought you would be in a dungeon right now.”
Benedict cleared his throat. “Good morning.”
Your grandfather raised his eyebrow arrogantly. “What is the meaning of this, Mr. Bridgerton?”
“Were you not informed?”
“Of what?”
“Y/N and I are getting married mid-September.”
Raphaël frowned. “Married?”
You looked at the engagement ring in your finger and showed it to them. “September 14th, to be precise.”
“You can not marry this man. He is a mere artist! He is not fit to rule the region!”
“And this bastard is?” you questioned, looking the man up and down. “The only person fit to be Duke or Duchess of Burgundy is me, and not even over my dead body somebody else will take my place.”
“No one is asking for your permission, Y/N,” he said. “Either you leave soon, or I'll tell your cousin, the King, about your London shenanigans.”
You frowned. “Are you aware that I could be killed for that motive? Are you truly capable of causing your granddaughter's death?”
“You have brought it upon yourself.”
Benedict watched the scene in bewilderment. “I beg your pardon?”
“You might be engaged to her, but this is a family matter and none of your concern, Mr. Bridgerton.”
“Anything in regards to the mother of my child is of my concern, and I will not allow you or anybody to disrespect her.”
You opened your eyes in the widest astonishment.
You were certainly not with child —at least not just yet—, but you couldn't deny that was a smart move from him.
“Are you with child?!”
You cleared your throat, looking at your grandfather in awe. “Yes.”
The anger in his features was unmatched, and for a second you thought he would have a heart attack at the news. A short second that resulted in the slow-motion scene of him attempting to hit you but his hand landing on your fiancé instead.
Both you and Raphaël gasped loudly as Benedict returned the punch with all the strength of his body.
“Oh, my Lord!”
“Stop!”
“I will kill you with my bare hands for doing that to my granddaughter!”
“Is she your granddaughter now?! You get away from her or I swear to God you will not make it to the engagement ball!”
“You dishonored her not once but twice, and you dared inform of her condition as if it was the most normal thing on Earth to have a lady with child before marriage! Mr. Bridgerton, you are the furthest thing from a gentleman that there is, and you, Y/N, must learn your place! You are acting like a-”
“Speak of her badly once again and I will make sure to break your face.”
“You know what? I am out of here right now.” Raphaël rolled his eyes and exited the sitting room, tired of you and the chaos that surrounded the Dukes of Burgundy.
Your grandfather looked you dead in the eyes. “See what you caused?!”
“Whatever do you mean?!” you questioned. “Leave our property right now for I do not wish to see you again, sir. Perhaps the King should know of my faults and my condition and see how He assesses the situation.”
“For as long as I breathe, I will make sure you never rule this region. I will not let you tarnish my daughter's sacred name.”
“You are welcome to stop, then.” Benedict finished, to then yell for the footmen to take your grandfather out of the Palace.
And then there was silence.
“I will get killed, Benedict.”
He shook his head. “For all the Ton knows, everything was one of Lady Whistledown's rumors. Nobody has actual proof apart from witnesses we can trust in and mere hearsays. We will find Lady Whistledown and have her say it was all a lie or a misunderstanding.”
“Penelope Featherington is Lady Whistledown.” you replied.
“What?!”
You nodded. “She told me herself in an attempt to get my forgiveness so I wouldn't expose her to the Queen. I can only assume Eloise told her the truth, that the Queen and I were looking for her, and she decided to come clean.”
“Did you tell the Queen? Because Lady Whistledown hasn't published anymore, and the Featheringtons are in an economic crisis. The only thing keeping them alive is my family's support.”
“I did tell Her,” you replied. “I confessed to Penelope and Eloise that I was Antoine, and Penelope used that against me to have some sensationalist novelty for her ridiculous scandal sheet. She exposed Eloise's friendship with Theo to save herself because the Queen was getting close to her. Penelope saved herself at the expense of all of us instead of facing the consequences of her actions. It was only fair for me to return the favor.”
“Why would she do that to you?”
“When I was going through Eloise's stuff to find something about Lady Whistledown's identity, I saw that she exposed Miss Marina Thompson's pregnancy right after she got engaged to Colin,” you replied. “She surely was not aware that you and I were the couple and must have known about Colin's intentions to court me and the constant flirtations.”
“My heart, are you completely sure about this?”
“I am, and if her actions keep threatening my life and peace, I will make sure she pays for it even if it's the last thing I ever do,” you swore. “She was responsible for two years of my suffering. If it weren't for her, I would have been able to tell you myself about Antoine and I wouldn't have lost you. Nobody would have found out about anything and my grandfather would not be trying to ruin me. My life would not be hanging by a thread. If I must live in fear for as many moons as I have left, so will she.”
He sighed, kissing your gloved knuckles. “We must tell the family everything as soon as we arrive in London, my heart.”
“We must,” you conceded. “Along with a few other things.”
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“Oh, my children! Welcome!”
You and Benedict looked at each other with a smile, and then at his mother again.
“We have been eagerly awaiting your return.” Kate said with a graceful smile.
“We sure have.” Eloise smiled widely.
“Now that you're here, we are finally ready for dinner!” Colin exclaimed. “I am so very happy for the two of you.”
“You better be, Brother.” Benedict teased him.
You cleared your throat. “Uh, before we do, we would like to speak to you. Adults only.”
Anthony nodded in surprise. “Of course. Gregory, Hyacinth, wait for us in the dining room.”
They complained but reluctantly left the sitting room.
However, before getting started, a maid appeared and announced Penelope's arrival to Bridgerton House.
“If you'll excuse me, I must receive her and we shall join you right away.” Colin commented happily.
“We would be grateful if the conversation could please stay within the family.” You looked at them with shyness in your tone.
“But Pen is like part of our family.” Eloise frowned.
“Well said, Sister: like.” Benedict conceded.
“Benedict…” Colin warned him.
Anthony cleared his throat. “There is no need to make a fuss out of this. If Y/N and Benedict's topic of conversation weren't confidential, there would be no issue in her being here. Since it seems to be as such and it is important that it stays between us Bridgertons, then you must respect their wishes, Colin.”
“If she cannot hear it, then perhaps it is none of my concern either.”
You rolled your eyes. “It's just that I personally would not want to see what I have to say on some scandal sheets tomorrow morning, Colin. Though I do not think she would expose herself, will she?”
The room fell silent, and you could see Eloise's offense at your comment. Despite Colin's tension caused by your gaze and words, you did not hesitate to continue.
“But if you do not want to hear what we have to say, it is fine. Less chances of Lady Whistledown finding out about my life if you do not tell her yourself, Colin.”
“Are you implying that Miss Featherington is-” Anthony began, but couldn't bring himself to finish the statement.
“... Lady Whistledown?” Kate continued for him.
“This cannot be true, and I kindly suggest you stop making such accusations, Y/N, for you have the reputation of a liar already and cannot deal another blow to your name.”
You stopped Benedict from interfering. “Eloise, am I lying?”
“I-” she blurted out, but couldn't form a sentence in her favor.
“El?” Colin asked, but she stayed silent.
“Eloise, did she or did she not expose Miss Thompson's condition in order to keep her away from Colin? Is that not the same thing that happened when she said that I was dressing as a man to go to the Academy when the only people who knew for sure were you, her, and my maid?” you questioned. “Did she not expose you and every single one of your family's matters to save herself and have something to say, respectively?”
“This is a serious accusation, dear…” Lady Bridgerton noted. “Are you… are you certain?”
“She told me herself,” you answered. “Trying to get my forgiveness after, I can only assume, Eloise suggested she tell me due to my plans with the Queen.”
“Did you, Eloise?” Anthony asked.
Eloise chuckled nervously but you spoke before she could. “At the end of the day, it was never her secret to tell,” you murmured. “But, for those of you who didn't know, I could get killed if word of it reaches France, so forgive me for not wanting her here.”
“Oh, this is too much to handle…” Lady Bridgerton sighed.
“Colin, have Penelope return home. She is not welcome here.” Anthony demanded.
“But, Brother-”
“Even before being Benedict's fiancée, she has always been the daughter of Father's dear friend, so we owe her our support,” Anthony stated. “And if not for her, do it for our sister Eloise regardless of how fine she is about it currently. Think of how she has affected our family, even Daphne… We are withdrawing our support to the Featheringtons effective immediately.”
Everyone looked at each other in silence.
“You cannot do this, Anthony.” Eloise retorted. “We have known them for-”
“Exactly. If she did not care about that when she used us and took advantage of our crises in her numerous issues, then we shouldn't either,” he spoke firmly. “It should be you or Colin whoever breaks the news. Decide or I'll do it myself tomorrow after breakfast.”
Colin left the sitting room, and Eloise shot you a look of disappointment before doing the very same.
“Let's not make Gregory and Hyacinth wait any more time. They must be starving.” Anthony said before leading the family to the dining room.
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