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Meadow's Lullaby

Requests: Yes!

Pairing: Sejanus Plinth x fem!reader, onesided Coriolanus x reader, platonic Lucy Gray x reader

Warnings: none, this is a fluffy one....for now :)

Word count: 1.3K

The Valley Song Series: Part 1 <- -> Part 3

Author's Note: You guys are literally so amazing??? Thank you so much for showing your love for The Valley Song. I came up with this idea and direction so hopefully you all enjoy it. Thank you, lovies! Also once again, because I love Maiah Wynne, the music below is what the reader plays :)) Also this was just so much fun to write

You were a lot shyer than Lucy Gray. That was one of the first things that came to Coriolanus' mind as he watched Lucy Gray pull you over as the performance ended for the night. Maude Ivory had taken your old wooden guitar from you as the rest of the Covey put their instruments away and gathered all the donations from around the Hob.

Your shy and bashful nature had intrigued Coriolanus greatly, but it had with Sejanus as well. He could tell so as his...friend's face got more pink in his cheeks as you neared. A curiosity in his eyes as you neared.

"Y/N, It is finally time for you to meet my boy, Coriolanus Snow. And this is his fine friend, Sejanus," Lucy Gray had introduced them. Her boy, he thought to himself with great distaste. Coriolanus did not belong to anyone, and his little songbird counted. He was not one to be owned. He owned others.

"Y/N here is my older cousin. Just by a year though so it ain't nothing fancy." Lucy Gray said with a laugh, causing you to shyly roll your eyes at your cousin's words. It was clear this wasn't the first time this was brought up in any sort of conversation.

"A pleasure to meet you, Y/N" Coriolanus said with a charming smile and a nod as Lucy Gray let go of her cousin's hand and moved to step beside Coryo, her arm going around his waist.

You gave him a bit of a shy smile as you gave him a nod, "The pleasure is all mine, Coriolanus. I cannot thank you enough for bringing my cousin back to us. I owe you," you chuckled. And even your chuckle was like soft wind chimes; soft.

Sejanus could not help but look to you in some sort of admiration. Even by the look in your eyes, you were gentle kind, and compassionate. Even after all you had been through with losing your family, singing for your dinners, almost losing your cousin...you were still kind. Almost like him.

Your eyes moved to look at him and you could feel your face heating up. He was beautiful. Almost too beautiful, especially to be somewhere like here in District Twelve. You couldn't help but wonder what he had done to be sent there.

"Pleasure to meet you Sejanus.." You say after a moment of almost staring at each other, realizing the silence may have gone on for a little bit too long. In the corner of your eye, you see your cousin smirking at you, glancing up at Coryo as if she had planned this sort of meeting all along.

"Trust me....the pleasure is all mine. You were uh...you were amazing up there by the way," Sejanus said nervously, though the smile stayed on his face.

The bashful smile returned to your lips at his almost too-kind words. "Why thank you. I don't sing on my own very often so I'm pleased you enjoyed it,"

Lucy Gray grinned before remembering. "Oh! I almost forgot. The Covey, we're all making a trip out tomorrow. You both should join us!" she offered.

Coriolanus and Sejanus both shared a look. They both had nothing else to do. So after a moment of sharing a look, Coriolanus smiled slightly and nodded, "We'd love to,"

Lucy Gray almost squealed with excitement, "Oh perfect. You boys are going to love it. Coryo, come by our house by mornin', alright? We'll see you both tomorrow," she said with a grin, taking your hand and rushing back towards the rest of the covey.

You turned and gave them both one last wave and smile before being pulled backstage, leaving the two boys in almost awe: Sejanus being more obvious.

"I can't wait for tomorrow," Sejanus sighed.

When tomorrow finally came, the two boys made it to the small Covey home on the edge of the Seam. And by an hour after sunrise, you all started the hike up to the lake. You lingered behind talking with Barb Azure, listening to Maude Ivory singing and Lucy speaking with Coryo. Halfway through you lingered back, falling back in step with Sejanus.

After hours of hiking, you all made it to the lake and set your things down. The heat was seemingly unbearable, and many of the covey found their way to the lake, aching to cool off their skin with the cold water.

You decided to join them later. Moving to settle under one of the nearby trees, you fixed your old dress before pulling your guitar onto your lap. Your delicate fingers started to string along to the song that Lucy Gray would sing whenever anyone had any nightmares.

As you played you failed to see Sejanus, who was about to join the others in the water before spotting you on your own. He didn't think twice before he made his way over to you, taking a seat a little next to you.

You looked up in surprise, pausing the strumming of the delicate cords. "Sejanus. Sorry, I didn't hear you coming," you add with a smile, flattered and almost happy that out of everything, he wanted to come and sit with you.

"Well I saw you were on your own, figured you could use some company," he used as an excuse, feeling his face warm; though with the heat of the day, it was hard to tell the difference. "What were you playing? I sounded pretty," he then asked.

"Oh, it was just some music I wrote for one of Lucy Gray's songs. She calls it Deep in the Meadow. She usually sings it when Maude Ivory has a nightmare or trouble sleeping. I figured I could add some music to help," you explain, looking at him, flushing as you realize that he never once had taken his eyes off you.

And how beautiful his eyes were. You could see the kindness and admiration, they were captivating and warm. And it all caused a fluttering within your stomach.

"You wrote that all yourself?" He asked in amazement, and as you nodded he gave a small whistle, "That is incredible....could you play something else you wrote?" he asked hopefully before he quickly added in what seemed to be panic, "Of course, you don't have to if you don't want to, I just...your playing is beautiful.."

His words made you grow flustered, but you gave out a small laugh. Something about him allowed you to feel comfortable where you had never felt comfortable before. There were very few people outside the covey that you would do this with, Sejanus may have just been the quickest that you allowed.

"No...no, I don't mind," you quickly reassured him before playing another song you had written, leaving the capital boy silent as he admired the music you had created.

As you both were having your moment, playing him your music, neither of you was aware of the pale eyes that were watching from the water. Coriolanus felt his jaw clench at the sight of them, how Sejanus was able to chat you up about whatever it was.

What were you both talking about? He hated that he didn't know, that he wasn't in the loop, that he couldn't control whatever it was that came from Sejanus' mouth.

Lucy Gray gently climbing onto his back, wrapping her arms around him to keep afloat snapped him out of his thoughts.

"I think they'd make a mighty fine couple, wouldn't you say?" she asked, rather pleased with her match-making skills. Coriolanus on the other hand, wasn't as pleased. But regardless he nodded.

"Hm. She seems a fine match for Sejanus." A fine match was the nicest thing he could come up with as he stared at the few figures underneath the tree.

A fine match with Sejanus would be enough for you now, but he wondered how fine it would be when trouble would eventually find its way back around.

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As The Swing Goes | The Name “Coryo” drabble

Paring: Coriolanus Snow x fem!reader, platonic Sejanus Plinth x reader

Warnings: you fall off the swing and scrape ur knee babe…stand up!!

Summary: the start of a beautiful friendship all the years ago, the day you fell of the swing on the playground.

Word count: 386

The Name “Coryo” | TEASER, The Name “Coryo”

the creaking sound of the swing going back and forth rung through the air, children’s laughter lifted the spirits of anyone passing by. it was only until the swinging stopped, and the loud cry of a little girl falling to the ground alerted the two boys that were nearby. “are you alright?” the brown eyed boy, Sejanus as you come to learn later, asks. next to him was a bright, blue eyed boy, not saying much but concerned nonetheless. you recognized him as Coriolanus, you both sat next to each other since you were new, per teacher’s request.

you look up and nod, fresh tears still spilling from your eyes. your knee had been scraped when you fell off the swing. “i’m okay…” you mumble as you get up, Coriolanus helping you to your feet. “you have to be more careful.” he said frowning at you while Sejanus only listening to the conversation since he didn’t know you. “the teacher told us to help you with that scratch.” Coriolanus says with his tone a bit more gentle, noticing the way your eyes fluttered with fresh tears. you let him bandage it up while Sejanus distracted you from the pain with a few shy words about the sky.

“next time, ask one of us to play with you.” Coriolanus said once he was done caring for your wounds. his eyes didn’t meet yours when he smiles a bit, trying to seem friendly. although you were like Sejanus, coming from district 4, he still felt a pant of guilt seeing you play by yourself since the day you got here. just as you nod in agreement to his request, everyone was called back in to continue class. Sejanus said goodbye to the both of you, looking a bit sad as he left. you and Coriolanus also leave to go back to class.

from that day forward the three of you were best friends, Sejanus becoming like a brother to you. Coriolanus became a sort of protector of sorts, but you never felt as though you were his best friend along with Sejanus. you didn’t know that Coriolanus had been keeping his distance since the day he made eye contact with you because if not, his heart would become erratic with every soft laugh you gave over the years.

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The Valley Song

Requested: nope, I just wanted to write this

TW: just Coriolanus’ being himself.

Pairing: possible Coriolanus x reader, Sejanus x reader, Lucy gray x platonic!reader

Authors note: Listen to this for the story. I imagine this is what the reader sounds like when singing <3, I’m also changing the lore a little to the reader wrote the valley song to fit the story :)

The Valley Song Series: Part 2 -> Part 3

The Hob was filled with people as usual. The crowd of people made the heat even more unbearable, but everyone arrived to hear the Covey preform as always. The summer heat caused sweat to drip down everyone’s faces, but no one seemed to mind as they awaited the Covery to preform.

Drinks were being passed sound eagerly as the members of the district awaited the sound of the music and voices that allowed them to escape just for a few hours.

Coriolanus Snow stood towards the back of the Hob, Sejanus by his side as they spoke to his bunkmates, what were their names? Smiley and Bug. Such stupid names, Coriolanus thought he to himself as he leaned against the back, unsecured wall of the hob.

It wasn’t always his first idea of what to do in their night off, but then again they were in District Twelve…there wasn’t much to do to begin with.

Coriolanus’ attention was turned back to the stage as eager whoops and applause filled the Hob as Lucy Gray and the rest of the Covey made their way on stage.

With their clothes and make up, the girls had flowers entangled in their hair. It made it seem like they had rolled around in a field before coming up on stage. It was intriguing, but very much district, and it made Coriolanus internally scowl.

The covey continued to play for a few hours, rotating songs and singers. Giving each other a break, Maude Ivory sang for a while before Lucy Gray returned. Of course she held the audience in a captivated gaze at the sound of her voice.

Coriolanus and the other off duty peacekeepers were no exception as she twirled around the stage with her black guitar in hand. It was a sight, certainly one that would make her plenty of money if she came with him back to the capital. She would make a pretty capital girl, once she was cleaned up and better fed at least, Coriolanus thought.

The end of the night was winding down, and everyone was exhausted from the dancing over the last few hours. Lucy Gray panted softly before approaching the microphone once more.

“District Twelve ya���ll have been amazing as always,” she said with the biggest grin, like it was a privilege to be preforming at the Hob in the lowest district in Panem.

“And just before we go for the night we got a special treat. My cousin Y/N Rose Baird! She got an awful special song for y’all tonight to finish us off.. y/n!” Lucy gray turned and beckoned her cousin up front.

A girl, maybe not much older than Lucy Gray, maybe a year or two stepped up wearing a pink blouse and off white skirt, her hair was done half up, help of what looked like baby’s breath through her hair.

Coriolanus’ eyes widened a bit at the side of her, the soft rouge on her cheeks and pink on her lips. It was soft. Not harsh make up like Lucy gray had worn, but very little.

“Oh wow…” he heard Sejanus’ voice beside him, and for a moment he had completely forgotten he was there, “she’s beautiful,”

Sejanus was right though. This Y/N Rose was beautiful. Even from the way that she held the old brown guitar in her hands, everything about her intrigued him. The softness in her eyes and expression. Glancing around the room, he felt a hot jealously spring through him as he saw many of the other men looking at her the same way.

They didn’t deserve to look at you that way. You were too gentle, too soft and vulnerable. He could tell by just looking at you. The shy way you were glancing around the room. You preferred the background, and he liked that.

Lucy gray was always upfront, bold. Abrasive. But that wasn’t you. You weren’t like your cousin, who had killed in the games, you would never hurt anyone. And you needed protecting. He could do that.

“Thank y’all for comin’” Y/N’s voice rang into the microphone and he couldn’t help but stare. In the corner of his eye he could see Sejanus almost making heart eyes.

“This is a song I wrote a little while ago. Lost someone as we all have. Hope y’all like it,” she said nervously before she gently began to strum the guitar in her hands. One note after another. Then she began to sing.

“Down in the valley, valley so low,

Late in the evening, hear the train blow.

The train, love, hear the train blow.

Late in the evening, hear the train blow.”

Coriolanus felt like he was in a trance as she began to sing. Her voice was soft and airy, almost shy. It was so different to Lucy Gray. Though his mind snapped out of his thoughts as Lucy Gray found her way over to him with a grin.

“Hi! Good ain’t she?” She asked happily, rather proud of her cousin.

“Good isn’t the word for it,” Sejanus said, his cheek flushing a bit as he looked from Lucy Gray back to the stage.

Coriolanus cleared his throat, “yes, she’s quite good. But most of the Covey is,” he said, listening as Y/N continued.

“Go build me a mansion, build it so high,

So I can see my true love go by.

See him go by, love, see him go by.

So I can see my true love go by.”

“She was always shyer than most,” Lucy Gray said, “prefers the background. But I couldn’t let her not sing this one,” she said, and it make Coriolanus think….who was it about? Was this recent?

“Go write a letter, send it by mail.

Bake it and stamp it to the Capitol jail.

Capitol jail, love, to the Capitol jail.”

“Who is it about?” Coriolanus asked, he couldn’t help himself.

Lucy gray let out a small sigh, “someone she was with about a year ago. He was the bakers son. Honestly I never seen someone so smitten before,” she said fondly, remembering how Y/N was with the boy before shaking her head,

“but he got himself into some bad trouble with the peacekeepers. Attempted to bribe one of the commanders. They thought he was all involved with the rebels and then he was sent off to the capital jail. Never seen someone so heart broken before.” Lucy gray shook her head, her messy black curls moving as she did so.

“But anyway, she wrote this a while ago. But just finished coming up with the music. I think it’s a hit with the district. Many people lost a lot of loved ones. For things like stealing and illegal trading,” she finished explaining.

“Roses are red, love; violets are blue.

Birds in the heavens know I love you.

Know I love you, oh, know I love you,

Birds in the heavens know I love you.”

Coriolanus’ head snapped back as she continued to sing the last verses of her song. It reminded him of his mother, she would sing those same lines to him. And it made his stomach flutter. Nerves? Anxiety? He couldn’t tell.

Sejanus cleared his throat, “Lucy Gray….do you think you could introduce us?” He asked hopefully, and Lucy Gray gave a knowing grin.

“Why of course. Once the crowd clears,” Lucy Gray said.

Coriolanus couldn’t help but internally scoff at Sejanus. What could he do for a sweet shy girl like you? Sejanus was just as weak. You needed someone to protect you, who knew better. Sejanus couldn’t do that to you. But Coriolanus could. And he wouldn’t lose to someone like Sejanus.

His pale eyes moved from Sejanus as the crowd erupted into applause, and watched as Y/N gave a bashful smile and a cute little bow.

Yes.

He couldn’t lose you to anyone.

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Until The Mockingjay Sings

Requested: no but I love Sejanus and angst and this made me sad

Warnings; major character death, hurt no comfort

Pairing: Sejanus x gn!reader, platonic Lucy Gray x Readers (y’all are besties)

Italicized = flashback

Word count: 1.6 k

You remember the last few hours that you had spent with the sweet Sejanus Plinth so clearly. It was a few days ago, you both had finished dancing at the Hob to the beautiful songs of the Covey. The two of you had been dancing, laughing and singing. It was a beautiful. You swear everything was so perfect.

Then he had walked you home, pressing a kiss to your cheek before leaving for the night. The small kiss from the sweet boy left butterflies in your stomach. Enough to make you smile from cheek to cheek, the redness on your face never ending. It was enough to have your father questioning his intensions, but it was all teasing.

He knew how much you cared for the young peacekeeper. As the bakers of the District, they sometimes (often) came into the bakery for breads, sweets if they could.

That’s how you met Sejanus Plinth.

Poor, sweet, foolish Sejanus Plinth.

How could things have ended so poorly? So quickly? Your mind couldn’t comprehend.

You stood with Lucy Gray in the crowd of people, near the front as you watched you who recognized as Spruce and what you had heard to be his sister. be brought up, about to be strung up on the big old tree. The two of them looked defiant, while also being horrifically beaten. Dried blood and bruises covered their faces and exposed skin. Dirt littered and stained their clothes and hair, and yet they still held their heads high. Honorable. But what had they done?

As Coriolanus’ eyes scanned the crowd, he spotted the familiar head of dark curls that belonged to his beloved Lucy Gray. Though next to her was you, Sejanus’ beloved Y/N. His heart pounded seeing your pained and confused face. You truly had no idea what Sejanus had done….maybe it was better that way anyway. Had you known you would have been up there beside Sejanus. And that would have been such a waste. He agreed that you were good, too good and too kind. Often too much for your own good. But then again, you and Sejanus had that in common. And his mind went back to the moment everything had started to gone wrong.

“You can’t show that you know or saw anything anything, Sejanus. You need to pull yourself together. If we’re all caught…they might suspect Y/N too. And you want to keep them safe right?” Coriolanus’ had asked Sejanus. And Sejanus’ dark eyes had widened at the mention of your name.

No. No, no, no, no. You couldn’t be wrapped up in this. You didn’t know anything about the rebels, or the plan of escape, the weapons, his meetings with Billy Taupe and Spruce. Would you really get caught in the middle of it all if himself and the others were caught? You had no knowledge of anything. You wouldn’t. Your life in Twelve wasn’t all sunshine, but it was better than many.

You had expressed this to him too. That you did what you could for the District. Handing out free bread to those who were starving. Often you have the Covey expired pastries and sweets when you could. You were kind. Genuinely so kind and almost too kind for your own good.

It was ironic for Sejanus to think so, but it was true. You were a good person. One of the few he had met in a long time. And he had sworn to himself and you to keep you safe. He was just about to pull you aside and ask for you to come with him. Away from the districts, to travel up North away from it all. That was until Coryo shot Mayfair. And then Spruce shot Billy Taupe. And it was all going wrong.

Sejanus quickly shook his head, looking at his friend in tears, “no….no they have nothing to do with this Coryo, you know that…” he whimpered with a desperate shake of his head. He failed onto keep from the violence. But he would always make sure you were safe.

Coriolanus nodded, keeping his hands firm on his friend’s face. “I know they don’t, Sejanus. I know. But in order to keep them safe and out of this, you need to pull yourself together. You need to collect yourself and walk back out there like nothing happened. We’re the only lose ends left right?” He asked, and Sejanus nodded again, taking a shaky breath. “Hey…we’re brothers, remember? Brothers...and I’ll do everything I can to keep you safe,”

How that would change so quickly. Coriolanus remained at the front stage of the hanging tree, his gun firmly in his hand while hearing his friend beg for him. Him. Coriolanus Snow. Sejanus Plinth’s best friend. His murderer. And Sejanus didn’t even know. You didn’t even know.

“Please…please coryo…..Coryo…” his voice repeated as he was dragged to his spot, the noise fitting around his neck as the head peacekeeper replayed the recording of the Jabber Jay. You looked on horrified next to Lucy Gray, looking around in shock.

“No….whats Sejanus doing here? He hasn’t done anything. There’s been a mistake,” you say rather in disbelief and frazzled as you watched your boyfriend struggle against the pace keepers before being brought up on stage. You listened in horror as the recording

“No….no there’s been a mistake!” You shout, all eyes moving towards your figure. Lucy Gray’s eyes widened, shaking her head. “Y/N, stop it..” she warned quietly, anxiously.

But you didn’t hear her as the crowd parted to show you. Senjsnus’ eyes widened through the tears. He didn’t expect you to be here. With all his fear he felt, what really made his blood run cold was seeing you. The panic on your face, the disbelief. He never got to tell you everything. The plan to run away together. He wanted to make sure he had everything planned out to the second to make sure it was perfect.

Sejanus wanted to tell you about the life you both could have together. A family. Away from the districts. Away from the Capital. And away from the Games.

"Y/N..." Sejanus gasped, jerking in the restraints, only to earn a warning from the peacekeeper. You weren't supposed to be here. He was scared, but he did not want you to see what was about to happen.

"Sejanus! There's been a mistake! Please!' You called out, the stinging in the back of your eyes as some of the peacekeepers moved. Lucy Gray had seen this. Lil...the girl about to be hung now had done this exact same thing when her lover had been hung. Quickly, Lucy Gray moved forward and quickly pulled you back.

"Y/N, you need to stop or else you'll be up there next," She whispered harshly as you fought her for a moment. How could you remain quiet?

"No....no...no...Y/n! Ma!" Sejanus's voice rang out before there was a sickening crack of several necks as the floor below the three people gave out.

You stared in horror through your tears as the body of the love of your life twitched and swung back and forth by rope that killed hundreds already. You felt like the whole world stopped. Your blood ran cold, and it was like someone had sucked everything from you. The warmth, the love, the hope. Everything that Sejanus had given you, the light and hope for a new and better life, was taken from you within seconds. Who could do such a thing? Sejanus didn't have enemies. None that you could think of at least. But at the moment you couldn't think as you tried to come to terms with what just has happened.

"Oh my god...Sejanus..." You sobbed, feeling your legs give out from beneath you. Lucy Gray was quick to drop down beside you, wrapping her arms comfortingly. Though Sejanus' voice continued to ring out in the air.

The Mockingjays all flew around the crowd and trees, repeating his last words, "Y/N! Ma!"

His voice was scared, desperate for the ones he had loved most. A District boy turned Capital turned rebel. you stared as the ground in horror, tears streaming down your face as your body shook with sobs and shock. Lucy Gray was gently rubbing your back but you couldn't feel it. You couldn't feel anything. Just numb.

So Lucy Gray allowed you to remain like that, sobbing until there was no tears left. Your eyes and face red and puffy, a blank and lost look in your eye. By the time you even got to your feet, a majority of the crowd had left.

"No...don't look," Lucy Gray had gently ordered, keeping your gaze down from the sight of the tree. You were shaking, and nothing like the best friend she had known. She wrapped a supportive arm around you before leading you out of the area without another look behind you both.

Coriolanus felt his own stomach churn as he had heard he snap of his former classmate, his squad member swung behind him, and watched as you had fallen to your knees in pure anguish. As the look in your eyes turned from hopeful and light to a blank and pained look. All for Sejanus. Maybe he had more of an influence than Coriolanus originally had thought. The same boy who had gotten himself into more trouble than he was worth.

The very same boy he had met on the playground when they were eight, the same boy who had given him the gum drops, the one who Coriolanus had almost died for in the arena, the reason he had to kill.

But then he had to remind himself that it was not his fault. He had to report Sejanus, he was trouble, a rebel. Sejanus had been ruining everything with his guilt and urge to help others. But that was all over now. Sejanus was no more.

Poor Sejanus.

Poor sweet, foolish, dead Sejanus.

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[onlybeeewrites]

Music of The Night

Requested: sort of :)

Pairing: Sejanus Plinth x fem!reader

Warnings: none, just some fluff

Word count: 1.63 k

Part 3 of the Valley Song Series: Part 1 -> Part 2

Tag list: @v-love @stinkii-boii

It had been a few days since that day at the lake. It was an amazing rest of the day as you and Sejanus spent a whole more underneath that tree, talking. You learned a lot about each other in those few hours as the conversation came almost too easy.

You had learned a lot about Sejanus. He was not just any Capital boy that volunteered to be a Peacekeeper, but he used to be...is...from the Districts too. District 2 to be specific. You learned that his family became stupid rich after the war, bought their way out of District two. Though you had to admit to yourself that it was impressive, to have so much money. To have enough to buy your way into the Capital. You honestly never thought someone could have so much money.

And then he told you about the Capital, how he never really felt right there. That he felt so helpless. Especially with the Hunger Games. His disgust with the inhumane treatment of the tributes. And that was why he was there. To actually make a change, and you watched his eyes light up as he told you his hopes of becoming a medic.

It was then when you had realized that Sejanus Plinth was like no other boy you had ever seen nor spoke to. His words the passion behind them all, the genuine meaning behind his eagerness. Sejanus Plinth was too good for the cruelness of the Capital, of Panem.

And as you told him about yourself, Sejanus thought the same thing of you. You had told Sejanus a similar story that Lucy Gray had told Coriolnaus when they were speaking about thier background.

How you all traveled around the districts performing before the Peacekeepers came. Your parents spoke up along with Lucy Gray's and within minutes they were all shot. Leaving all seven of you orphans.

You, of course, always gave everything to Maude Ivory, your little sister while Lucy Gray kept look out for you.

You told Sejanus about your performances, how they were when Lucy Gray was gone, and how happy you all were to see her come home. You spoke about how you did not quite like the front stage like your sister and cousin. You had much preferred the backup.

Lucy Gray had been trying to get you to be more confident with your voice and performances, you were absolutely lovely after all.

And by the end of the day, while the summer heat was cooling and you all packed up and made your way back to the Seam, you and Sejanus were truly and quickly smitten. Even Maude Ivory was teasing as the Covey and the two peacekeepers split off for the night.

Though now it had been a few days since then, and you haven't seen nor heard much from Sejanus. Though you couldn't blame him since you knew they always were rough on the new peacekeeper. You were sure that he would show up at one of your shows at some point.

However, what you weren't expecting, was a soft few knocks on your old creaky home. You and Lucy Gray were the only ones awake at such a late hour.

You usually couldn't sleep, at least not easily, and Lucy Gray's nightmares from the arena made it difficult for her too. So usually, as of lately, you both would keep each other company until your eyes grew droopy.

You shared a concerned look with Lucy Gray. Who could be here at such an hour? It was late and most of the District would be asleep by now, especially where they lived. The only ones who would be awake would be the peacekeepers that would be out on patrol.

Swallowing nervously, Lucy gray got to her feet and brushed off her skirt before slowly peeking out the door. You watched as her body relax and a grin on her face with what you could see.

Hushed whispers were exchanged, though you couldn't place your finger on it. That was until Lucy Gray nodded, and left the door open just a crack.

"It's for you. Here," she said passing you your mother's old cardigan before shoving you to the door. "Be careful, don't be out too late." she teased.

You looked to your cousin in confusion as you slipped on the old faded cardigan and made your way to the door. "Lucy Gray what are you doing? Its too-" but you stopped in your tracks as you finally see who it was at the door.

"Sejanus..." you said, feeling your face heat up as you softly shut the door behind you. As you look him over, you notice his peacekeeper's uniform, his rifle slung on his shoulder. He must have been on patrol...did he come all this way to see you? The thought of it made your face heat up.

"Y/N.." Sejanus said quietly, softly, shifting where he stood as he was able to finally see you again. Though it took some convincing of Coryo to allow him to sneak off for a little while, it was well worth it to see your beautiful face in the cool moonlight. Just the thought made his stomach flutter.

"I wanted to see you. They've been on our asses about training and patrolling....but I just wanted to see you again. I saw the light in your window and hoped you were awake. I was wondering if you wanted to have a late night picnic with me...if you're not too tired." he asked.

And that's when you noticed the little rucksack he had tucked away. It wasn't much, you couldn't imagine he was able to sneak much out. Unless he had already prepped and stashed it away somewhere. But the thought that he had come all the way out there to ask you to a midnight picnic made your face flush.

"Of course. How can I say no to that? C'mon," You say after a moment, a large grin spreading over your face. You took his larger hand in yours and tugged him off to the meadow.

There was close enough to return home if needed, but still allowed you both to have some privacy.

"How's this?" you asked.

And what a sight it was. The full moon was shining down over the field, reflecting off of the flowers and some dew drops already forming.

Sejanus smiled and nodded, "It's perfect," he said as you two settled down. He placed his rifle off to the side, though still in reach. Just in case. And once you settled he untied he cloth and residing were his mother's cookies. Your eyes widened as you looked up to him.

"How did you mange to get some of these?" You ask excitedly, picking up one of the cookies and taking a deep inhale. "Smells amazing." you say before taking a bite and letting out a satisfied sound. "Hmm...taste amazing too,"

Sejanus laughed as he took a cookie himself, "My Ma made them. She likes to bake, always has. And she likes to send them to me. Reminds me of home." he explained as he took a bite.

Your eyes and expression softened, "Well," you said after chewing, "My compliments to Mrs. Plinth. my favorite baker in all of Panem," you declared.

Sejanus couldn't help but smile, "I'll write to her and let her know she has a fan," he mused before the two of you fell into a comfortable silence.

The sounds of the nightlife continued to fill the air as the minutes passed. The sound of the wind and soft chirping of the crickets filled most of the silence. Some birds, maybe some owls called out into the late night.

"Thank you for this. It was awfully nice of you," you said after a little while.

Sejanus smiled and nodded, looking over at you. "Of course. I wanted to do something nice. I don't exactly always have the time but....you're worth making time for." he said.

That caused you to flush and glance at him, admiring him in the moonlight as well. The way the silvery beams reflected in his brown eyes, making them almost shining. And the way he was looking at you...damn the way he was looking just made you want to kiss him.

Sejanus swallowed nervously as he stared back at you. The way the moonlight was shining in your eyes and hair, he swore he had never seen someone so beautiful. Slowly he reached up, using his thumb to brush away some crumbs that settled on your lips.

It was now or never.

"Y/N....can I..." Sejanus barely got the words out before you almost too eagerly nodded. He took a nervous breath before leaning in and pressing his lips to yours.

You let out a small sigh as your eyes fluttered closed, slowly wrapping your arms around him to keep him close. The feeling of his lips sent butterflies to your stomach, electricity through your skin as his lips fit rather perfectly against your own.

It had be a dream the way it was all happening. You had never thought that you would feel this kind of emotion again...not after...him at least. But here you were, kissing he cutest boy in all of the Districts.

The two of you pulled back once you felt that burning in your lungs, needing some air. And you did, though you pressed your foreheads together keeping each other close. You looked up adoringly into his eyes before you both started just laughing as you both realized what had happned.

It was almost too perfect as the two of you sat here for a little longer, enjoying your time together, listening to the symphony that played through the trees for you.

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If you decide to write for Bridgerton, can you write something for Benedict? Maybe like friends to lovers or something x

The Muse

Requested: By anon

Warnings: nothing just pining

Painting: Benedict Bridgerton x Fem!reader

Request: If you decide to write for Bridgerton, can you write something for Benedict? Maybe friends to lovers or something

Authors Note: I beg for forgiveness that it has taken me so long to get to this. I had insane writers block, then university hit like a truck and had to put writing on hold. But I have returned and I loved this request. I am currently rewatching Brigderton after watching Queen Charlotte so I hope this to your liking. So sorry again, love <3

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You had grow up beside the Bridgerton Household your entire life—to the estate beside theirs at least. Your father’s had been quite good friends, and as your parents began with their families the relationship between the two had grown. This has allowed you to have direct access to the household since you could even remember. Your were at the young age of four and twenty, just a few years older than the eldest Bridgerton daughter, but still a few years younger than the second eldest Bridgerton who also just so happened to be your closest companion.

You remembered the first time you had met the boy, or at least remembered meeting him. You were but about six years of age, and Benedict was ten. Your mother had dragged you over to the house as she more often did to have tea with the Viscountess Bridgerton as they did more often than not. It was in their tea room where you were interacting with Colin when Benedict had come in rather excitedly to show his mother a drawing he had made. You could remember her cooing her second eldest son, praising his rather interesting art piece. Curiously you had glanced over, interested with all the paint colors and such. Benedict had noticed your curiosity and offered for you to have a closer look. From then on whenever you had come over you had eagerly awaited to see what Benedict had created next.

This little routine continued as you all got older. Of course after the passing of their Father, there was more comfort and reassurance whenever you had visited. Though, even in a time of such great sorrow, Benedict had portrayed that emotion within his paintings and drawings. You had been the one to support him and aid him in any such way possible.

As time continued, the two of your had grown closer. Of course you had grown closer with all the Bridgerton siblings, Benedict was the one you were closest with. The one you could also scope out at balls if you needed to escape another dreadfully boring dance partner, or an attempted suitor that was twice your age. Of course your father was there to ensure nothing of the sort would occur, but there would be times where Benedict was simply closer and much better at conversation.

Often Lady Whistledown commented on the you both, sometimes a bit too often. There would be whispers about you both, how often you dance with each other at balls or are seen giggling a bit tipsy with each other in the corners. Most of the time it had not bother you—when you were younger at least. Though as you blossomed and grew into yourself, you also were able to recognize your feelings. You believed it was around ten and six when you had realized you were doomed. That you had fallen completely in love with Benedict. It was not something you liked to think about nor dwell on for too long. Why would he, a Bridgerton, a most handsome, talented, funny, charming man like himself even think about courting you?

It was not that you felt like you were unattractive in some sort of way, you were rather pretty. But it was the fact that you were best friends with Benedict that caused you to think this way. There was a chance of him not returning those feelings. There was a chance that he would laugh in your face assuming it was a joke. There was a chance of him scoffing in your face and cutting you and your friendship off completely.

There was no chance that you would even consider taking that risk—no matter how often Daphne or hell, even Elouise would reassure you that he had returned those feelings to you.

Though one afternoon, you sat with him in the Bridgerton’s drawing room. You had been having some tea that Rose had gotten for you while Benedict drew. He drew with his charcoaled that made his long fingers turning an odd shade of black within his drawing pad. You had always admired the way he looked to serious when he drew. His eyebrows furrowed, causing wrinkles to cover his forehead. He also had this habit of tilting his head; you assumed it was to get a different angle on whatever his latest creations was. But your most favorite thing was when he would be stuck on something. Maybe it was because he could not draw it correctly, or the art was not coming out the way he wanted it to. But once he figures it out, or it comes out the way that he had wanted and the ways his eyes lit up with pride and eureka was your absolute favorite.

“what is it you are drawing today?” You asked, lifting the fragile porcelain to your lips as you take a small sip of the warm tea. Your eyes flicker from your cup to the Bridgerton across from you. And just in time too because was already looking at you. His body tensed slightly before he attempted to play it off.

“Nothing you must worry your head about,” he said in a teasing tone, as he most often did. But he was just trying to play it off when in reality it was you. He was drawing you, in your beautiful soft green dress, your hair done up into a neat braid to keep from your beautiful face. You looked stunning and he wanted to capture it like he had done many time before.

It was always you that he drew, especially when you plagued his thoughts in the late. Hours. Oh if you only knew that you were his muse. The very figure and image of you filled pages and pages of his work. Two of the things he loves most wrapped into one. But what if you were to find out? You would never return and that would break his heart. He was so in love with you it ached to not be able to hold you, kiss you when he wanted. He felt this especially at balls and suitors would come up to your constantly, it made his blood boil. But he had hoped he kept it well hidden. Well, enough to keep it from you. His family on the other hand seemed to know or notice it for quite sometime. According to his mother, both of your mother’s knew of it. Everyone seem to know. Everyone but you.

Too busy in his thoughts, he did not feel the dip in the sofa until it was too late. You had seated yourself right next to him with a small huff as you tried to peak at this new creation before he was able to hide it. But he managed, which caused you to pout slightly. Of those lips…he wanted nothing more to cup your face and kiss you right then and there.

“Benedict. You always show me your drawings,” you had insisted, which just caused the other to shake his head.

“Nonsense. There are plenty of work that you have not seen. Besides it is no good anyways, there is no point in showing it off if it is no good.” He said, giving his best friend a look. This only made you want to see more. “you always saw your work is no good and it is always beautiful. Let me see, please?” You pleaded as you took hold of a part of his drawing pad. There was some back and forth, some ‘no’s’ and ‘oh please’ as you both struggled to take proper hold of the pad.

Eventually his hands slipped and lost its grip on the pad, landing it right into your smaller grasp. “ha! I have got it now. Now, let us see what you have been working so hard on,” you tease before looking at the drawing Benedict had been working so hard on. It was a lady, a rather beautiful one. But the longer you looked, the more you realized that this lady in the charcoal had the same features as you. the same face shape, body type, hair—even the little scar that was right on the bridge of your nose that you had gotten as a child. And you face began to redden as you slowly looked towards Benedict. “Are…is this of me?” You ask in wonder, amazement and without a single sound of disgust or hated—this reassures Benedict a bit more at least.

He nods and before he could utter another word, you flip through pages; more drawings of you. “You make me look beautiful..” you say in wonder and this causes Benedict to furrow his eyebrows once more but not in concentration but confusion.

“Because you are beautiful. I draw what I see and what I see from you is…” he stopped himself from speaking another word, too afraid to come across as too forward. He took a breath, figuring now is a better time than ever. The Bridgerton boy took the drawing pad from your hands and placed it next to him before giving you his full attention. Your face is covered with blush, flustered from this whole thing.

“I suppose now I must explain myself before it comes across strangely. But I do draw you. More times than not because you plague my every waking moment, you have since we were children. You have captured my heart from years and you have refused to return it to me. My dearest friend…..my feelings for you grow into one where I want you by my side forever, not just in my drawings. You are my muse for everything I do and I cannot bear it being another nor you being with anyone else..” he said, “So I suppose-“

You cut him off by leaning forward and giving him a kiss. Your soft ones pressed against his own. It was bold and improper. But his words were moving and your heart would not stop its fluttering. So you had kissed him, hoping no one would see. The kiss was everything you both had imagined it would be like and more.

So once you had pulled away to his surprised but smug reaction, you simply nodded, “Of course, it would be delighted to court you, my dearest. I have been waiting so long for this moment.” You say, still almost not believing that your love was also your best friend.

“I suppose we both were a bit too blind and afraid to admit it, hm?” He chuckled, taking your hands in his, getting a bit of the charcoal onto your hands. You giggle and nod,

“Yes I suppose so. But I also would love to see these other drawings of me that you have mentioned,” you teased him, now making it his turn to blush as he realized what he had admitted.

“Perhaps another time…?” He asked hopefully and you grin mischievously, almost impishly.

“Or perhaps we can give you something else to draw,” you said suggestively continuing to tease him about such thing.

“Oh I quite like the sound of that,” Benedict grinned as he pulled you in for another quick kiss. Perhaps it was a good thing you had seen the drawings after all.

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The Violinist

Pairing: x reader

Requested: no

Warnings: none, maybe light sexism

Part 2

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You had not come from a very prominent family. Not near as well known as any of the families of the Ton. Neither were you on the lesser side of money. Your family had more than enough to be comfortable, yet nowhere near the money that was flaunted by the upper class.

No. Instead you reside in a family of musicians. You, surrounded by your three brothers and your father, all enjoy the thrill of performing. They were hesitant to allow you to join them in their endeavors, but with much reassurance they allowed you to join them. The promise was kept as long as you remained in the back, hidden from others while your music echoed through the rooms. They didn’t entirely agree with you playing. A young woman of twenty and three focusing on music instead of finding a husband. But you loved what you did and that’s all that you cared about.

Your well-known family was one of the bands that would preform at the balls through the ton. Set up to one side of the room long before guests we’re ever to arrive, giving yourselves plenty of time to set up and prepare your instruments. You had played the violin. Rather beautifully in fact. Your brothers and Father played the rest of the instruments, some other violins, a cello, and the viola. Together, you all make the most beautiful music.

You had been almost blessed with such a talent from a young age, taking on the violin at about eight and catching on quickly. you were able to hear music and replicate it almost instantly and it was incredible. You absolutely loved it. Your parents had called you a prodigy of the instrument, your elder brothers amazed at how quickly you were able to pick such things up.

This ball was no different. It was about mid season, and the young ladies and gentlemen of the ton were in full sing of the social season of finding the right partner to court. This evening your family had the pleasure of preforming in Aubrey Hall, home to the Bridgerton family themselves. You had heard all sorts of stories about the family both from the whispers of the ball rooms to the scandalous readings of Lady Whistledown. From the rakes that were the eldest boys, to the Diamond that was Daphne, or the bookworm that was Elouise who had seemed to despise these lavish parties more and more with each year.

These people had intrigued you. You have seen people of all sorts within these parties, but those Bridgertons were the most interesting to you. For a family so wealthy, so well-known, they were so kind. It was not like the Culpers where they would stick up their nose at the nearest person who was beneath them. No, they were strangely kind. Though it all made your job much easier.

It never took too long for you and your family to set up and tune your instruments. The servants and such were all rushing around, getting some final arrangements done before all the guests were to arrive.

You, yourself we’re just finishing up your tubing when a younger female voice spoke up behind you, pulling you from your concentration.

“I remember you playing from a few other balls. Are you usually tucked in the back playing?” The voice spoke, causing you to turn to face one of the middle children of the Bridgerton family. Elouise Bridgerton.

You raised an eyebrow before you lowered your head in a greeting. “Miss Bridgerton,” you started before nodding at her words. “I do. I am Y/N Lyndon. I play often at these balls through the social season with my brothers and my father. Though my only place is in the back but I do not mind,” you say, and this leads even more curiosity from the Bridgerton girl.

“Hm. So you’re hidden in the back just playing. Listening to the room. Perfect for….gossip. Is it not?” Elouise then asked, which caused a confused look to come across your face before you had realized what she was insinuating. This laugh caused Elouise to narrow her eyes, “why are you laughing?” She questioned, “it’s because it is true. Isn’t it?”

You shake your head, recollecting yourself before speaking. “Forgive me, miss. Uh no, it is not true. I do not have the luxury of having so much time to write such gossip in the papers as Lady Whistldown does. I spend my time preforming and practicing and I do not have much time to write such things. Though it was a rather clear idea. A preformed hidden in the back? A rather good suspect,” you say before continuing, “though if I do hear anything of Whsitledown I’ll ensure that you are first to know,” you then reassure the young girl.

Eloise huffed softly as she could have sworn that she was close. But she was relieved that you would be able to help though.

Before she could speak, the eldest of the Bridgertons came up and placed his hands on Elouise’s shoulders, “excuse my sister, miss. She often speaks out of turn. Excuse us,” he said and before Elouise could utter another word he pulled his sister away.

You looked to them a bit in confusion, but assumed he either didn’t want Elouise to distract her before her performances, or maybe the Viscount didn’t want his sister interacting with a worker. Either way she didn’t mind. She lowered her head as Anthony came and went, turning and getting settled in her spot just beside her brother.

“You need to stop bothering people with that Lady Whistledown nonsense,” Anthony said as they approached Benedict and Colin as well. The two were already a few glasses of champagne down.

The two shared a look with each other before glancing to the other two siblings, “who are you bothering now with your hunt for Lady Whistledown?” Colin asked in an exaggerated sigh.

Elouise rolled her eyes, “I am not bothering. Just inquiring. And it was Miss Lyndon. The violinist,” she said, subtly gesturing to you who had just started to warm up amongst your brothers.

This seemed to catch the attention of the brothers as they took in your form. Hair done up simply but elegantly and a dress proper enough for a ball. Though it wasn’t anything extremely elegant or very outlandish. It was simple, but it was intriguing. A rather beautiful young lady playing an instrument instead of dancing.

“Intriguing…” Benedict hummed, obviously intrigued by a fellow artist. He was always drawn to such people with such creativeness. Then again, Colin was as well.

The brothers made a note to keep an eye on this certain violinist, hopefully they would see her preforming once more.

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The Valley Song was (and is) AMAZING!! I have a huge crush on Sejanus so seeing someone write for him is just 💗💗 awesome writing!! I hope to see a part two whenever you’re done :)

Thank you, Lovie!! 🤭🤭

And I know Sejanus is just *chef’s kiss* I feel like there isn’t enough stuff about him. I’m also in love with like covey!reader and Sejanus, I just feel like they’d fit so well

I was thinking about making it a love triangle between him the reader and coriolanus. But the more I think about it I might go with a Sejanus pairing and a jealous Coriolanus….

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Hi!! I was wondering if you could do another part to the violinist?? I really loved it!!

Hi lovely! Absolutely! I hope you guys all enjoy part 2 :)

The Violinist: Pt 2

Requested: yes :))

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader ???

Warnings: none

Some information/things I made up for the story so don’t be too harsh :)

(I suggest playing this to hear what the reader was playing to be more immersive :))

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Benedict

The Delaney House was a well known home for artists. It was owned by a wealthy contributor to the Royal Academy of The Arts. This house in particular was not residential, however. No, this house was more of a center of the arts within London.

It was open to all people of all status and from all sorts of lives. Men, Women, rich, poorer. Everyone who loved the arts were welcome. There were singers, painters, actors musicians.

There was singing rooms for people like Siena Roso practiced singing sometimes—or to show off that voice of hers. Or similarly, there were large acting rooms where groups of actors or inspiring actors would gather and practice together.

There were music rooms, private and group ones. These held chairs and music stands for those who would bring their own instruments, in the larger rooms pianos were available.

Then there were painting rooms. Small and large alike for group paintings, or more private rooms. This is where Benedict always went to when he could.

This House was an escape for him, to blend and mingle with like minded people to find inspiration. To get honest feedback about his work instead of his family constantly praising him just because. There he had gotten feedback about his work before, genuine feedback about what he could do instead, ways to improve it all.

It was his escape from the pressures of society, where he had seen such talent from people who had to work for each meal every day. Fantastic work from pig farmers, but hey cannot do much since it is not affordable to be an artist when it does not pay well from lower statuses.

The the beauty of it was that, at the Delaney House, you can. Or at least have an escape where people only cared about your abilities and talent; not how rich your family was.

So there was a sense of relief to know no one would see the second eldest Bridgerton and treat him any differently.

It was a Sunday morning when Benedict had decided to visit the Delaney House, his family usually would not question when he would slip out of the house for a few hours.

He entered the front doors and made his way down the long corridor that led to other halls and wings of the building, like a spiderweb of artists. It was early so there were not entirely a lot of people there, though to the ones he had seen he gave a polite nod of his head.

Benedict was making his way towards his usual painting room when he heard something that made him stop in his tracts. It was some sort of violin music? It was not like any formal performance he had attended. The quick sharp, perfect notes filled the hallway to the right, and drifted presently to his ears.

It was never odd for a violinist os such to be here either, though for some reason this music intrigued him. So he took a little detour and followed the sound of the music. He walked further down the hall until he stopped outside one of the smaller practice rooms where the door was just slightly ajar.

Benedict peaked inside and a grin grew on his face as he just recognized the person playing. It was a young woman, in her twenties. As the mysterious player slowly turned, her face was exposed and he realized he had recognized the young women. It was the young woman who he had seen Elouise talking before his family’s Ball just a week or so ago.

It was the young violinist that had instructed himself and his brothers. For some reason, knowing that she had attended the same artistic building as him made his chest swell. It was like a little secret place, that only they knew about. It also told him that she was passionate about her music.

Benedict watched as her fingers moved carefully against the strings to make an array of beautiful notes that was so different that was usually played.

As she came to the finish of the song, Benedict couldn’t help but open the door a bit and speak up.

“Forgive me for interrupting, Miss. But I heard you playing and your melody is truly enchanting,” he praised the stranger, smirking as he watched the girl jump, clearly all lost in the music she created; Benedict knew how that was.

Y/N jumped, quickly turning towards the voice that had startled the silence that filled the room once she had finished playin the song.

“Mr. Bridgerton! You frightened me, I had not heard you approach.” She said as she caught her breath, carefully placing her bow and violin in her case for a moment. Though while she turned to place her instrument down, it gave her a moment to collect herself from his compliments. “And thank you, that is incredibly kind of you to say,” Y/N said before returning her attention back to the second eldest Bridgerton.

Benedict gave her a look, “you know the rules here Miss. Formalities are barred at the doorway to this building,” he playfully teased her, leaning against the door way.

Y/N then raised an eyebrow, “then why do you?” She questioned

Benedict let out a laugh, “Because I am yet to properly know your name,” he hummed, watching as the realization grew over the girl.

Growing ever more flustered she cleared her throat, “Oh forgive me. Y/N Lyndon. A pleasure to…properly meet you,” she said with an added chuckle.

Benedict smirked and bowed his head, “An absolute pleasure Y/N.” He said rather boldly. Y/N. Y/N. It was a beautiful name. The painter only worried if it would ever leave his mind.

“Of course,” Y/N said as she gathered her sheet music placing it away in her bag that held a bunch of other sorts of music. “I am to assume you come here often? I am not surprised with he word of how good you are with your drawings and paints. I think I am just surprised I had yet to see you here before today,” she commented.

Benedict adored the rather casual conversation. It was like a silent agreement that within the walls of the Delaney House that there would be no formalities regardless of who you were. It allowed everyone to be almost on an even playing field.

“Yes I don’t usually come Sundays, often I attend during the week, usually later in the days.” He explained.

Y/N nodded as she closed the case to hr things. “I suppose that makes sense. I am only here Sunday mornings. It is the only time I am free to practice what I wish,” she said with a smile.

Benedict hummed and nodded, “I see. Perhaps I will have to start attending Sunday mornings then,” he said with a grin.

“if that is the case, Benedict, you must come rather early. I come when the sun comes up in the sky. Because…” she glanced to the clock that was handing in the corner. “I must be returning home within the hour.” She said, and she could see Benedict’s grin slowly grow into almost a pout.

“Oh truly? You cannot stay just a little bit longer?” He asked, almost like when a child wishes that their mother would allow them to stay up late.

“Unfortunately not this time. I have family visiting from the country and I have to go get ready. Though perhaps next week you can find me at the Featherington’s Ball on Friday. Or early next Sunday,” she said as she passed him in the doorway, a smirk on her face as she playfully brush against the taller man.

Benedict small pout grew into a smirk at her playfulness and almost minx like behavior. He turned and watched her. “Oh truly you can bet that I shall.” He said. Y/N laughed a bit and gave him a wave over her shoulder before walking down the hallway.

Benedict watched, almost enchanted by ht violinist as she made her way down the hallway and around the corner until she was completely out of sight. Benedict never imagined himself with another artist. But then again, he never knew a violinist could be so enchanting. He knew he would be looking forward to the upcoming ball next week, and he knew exactly who to look for.

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oh my goodness part 2 of the violinist was AMAZING!! any chance you’re making a 3rd part??

Hi Lovie!

I’m so so happy you love The Violinist series so far. It’s honestly one of my favorite Bridgerton writings I’ve done.

I did take a break in writing for school but I think I’ll be having more time, so if a part three is wanted I can absolutely write that up in the next few weeks :))

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part two to the valley song please oml it’s so scrumptious 😍🙏🙏

Hi lovie! I’m so glad you enjoyed it! I have always been a Hunger Games fan and I’ve been wanting to write for Ballad Of Songbirds and Snakes for a while so I’m really pleased everyone’s been enjoying it!

As for a part two, I’d be more than happy to write another part if people would like more :))

And please keep the hunger games requests coming!!

For those who haven’t read it here’s the link: The Valley Song

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OPEN ASKS AND REQUESTS

Hi everyone!

I just want to apologize for my previous absence. There was a lot going on but I am back and would love to be able to write for you lovely people. Currently I am on a bridgerton kick so anything for that would be awesome! Though I am open to write for any other fandom that I am able too <33

So like I said my requests are wide open as are my asks if anyone needs anything! Thank you all so much!

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Hi! Can I request a ship for The Maze Runner with male preference?

𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘: 20 years old, 5'1", Southeast Asian. Chubby with brunette bob cut hair, chocolate brown eyes, and a small beauty mark on my forehead. My style is in between soft grunge and soft punk but loves to wear Korean makeup style

𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬: Muggleborn Ravenclaw with a patronous spirit of Hummingbird, an INFJ (last time I checked at MBTI test), my enneagram is 4w5 and my moral alignment is Neutral Good. I may have a slight introverted tendencies and awkward nature, I describe myself as fiery, swears like a sailor, confident, jokester, and, passionate. Religious, super talkative, sometimes hyper (because of excitement), giggly (I always laugh for stupid reasons), nerdy, actually sweet and nice though I can be aloof, intimidating, and scary when I get so angry. I tend to become really fiesty, stands boldly on what I believe (claiming myself as a realist though some of my views doesn't makes sense), and unbothered to be true to myself, clumsy, stubborn, young-at-heart, unfortunate and inattentive. I have "no bs" towards the people that I hate, sarcasam and savagery is my main language. But on the other side, I overthink a lot and cry over small things many times, small mistakes leads me to provoke me even more that sounds like a drama queen, yet recognizes a soft spot for dumb jokes, cheesy pickup lines and prefer people with a good sense of humour who see myself as equal. Chill in academics, but very competitive that manages to the top even for my dreams---I'm very dedicated on what I want for my life, and have modesty towards some people that deserves respect. One notable feature about her is her multi-potentiality due to being naturally gifted in artistic fields (this includes singing).

𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗦: Arts, choir, poetry, karaoke, literature, history, makeup, beauty pageants, fun/deep/dumb conversations, expanding my knowledge in Christianity, documentaries (about saints), reading interesting stuffs, talking about social issues, and creative writing, chilling both indoors and outdoors.

𝗛𝗢𝗕𝗕𝗜𝗘𝗦: Drawing, singing, dancing when nobody's around (I'm very bad at it), sharing nerdy or opinionated thoughts, walking like a model (if I ever feel so confident), sleeping, listening to music (from rock to kpop), chatting or browsing on social media, watching videos on YouTube, making terrible jokes/puns, watching cartoons, writing, reading interesting things, and conceptualizing my artworks. I also used to study Italian language a bit

First if all I would like to apologize for how long this took me to get around to. The last few years have been crazy but I hope this is still alright! <33

But I would pair you with…

Thomas!

I think the two of you would be an amazing couple. I see a sort of sunshine and grumpy sort of vibe with you two. I think he would be super protective over you but once he saw how you can handle yourself, he’d be impressed and would know that he would only help when it would be needed. And also considering how clumsy he is too, I can see you both teasing each other of or tripping over yourselves or something like a tree root. He would love your laugh and sense of humor, bringing out that laugh that he would just adore. I also think he would think your dancing is adorable and pull you in for one of those romantic dancing moments when no one else is around.

Again, this was the first ship I have done so I hope it was alright, and I sincerely apologize again for such a long wait

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Gone pt 2

A/N: I loved writing this so much! It probably will need another part but that's up to you guys <3

pairing: Bruno Madrigal x fem!reader

Warnings: Angst

Taglist: @staygoldsquatchling02

You can find Part 1 here!

When you had found out you were pregnant you had tried to keep quiet about it. With Bruno's disappearance still aching, you had hoped to keep the news for a later time. But as fate would have it, the news broke. Little Dolores could hear you speak to someone, and once you said Mija, along with the morning sickness, the little ten years out figured it out and ran to tell Pepa.

Even though it had been five years, you were still getting used to Dolores being able to hear everything. Pepa, then ran to Julieta and then to you. Each of them knew what it was like to have children, and the news was wonderful! But the two sisters had their family, had their husbands to help them through the aches and pains.

And though you did have your own family, and the Madrigals...it wasn't the same without Bruno. Regardless if it was a way for you to cope, the hormones and such, you allowed yourself to believe that your husband had been out there somewhere. You believed that he would come back. So that you could tell him. But you hadn't realized how wrong you were.

Soon enough the word of your pregnancy spread through the house, and the family was more than thrilled. A new child for the family. And despite the circumstances, they knew it was good for you too. To take your mind off everything and to focus on your baby. You started to think of names and prepare clothes and such.

What you hadn’t known was that Bruno was listening through the walls. Watching through the crack in the wall in the dining room, watching you deal with his loss. It broke his heart to know you were carrying his child. To know you were dealing with this on your own.

He wanted nothing more than to break out of the walls of Casita, and hold you and his baby close. But he couldn't. He couldn't expose the vision he saw, and it had been a month at that point. How would he even begin to explain? How angry, heartbroken you would be. He loved you...you and your baby. But in order to protect you both, he needed to remain hidden, away.

With a broken heart, he would watch and listen from the cracks as your stomach began to grow with his own little baby. He still couldn't believe it. He cried many nights with the weight of guilt on his chest from doing this to you both. To his familia. But it had to be done. He hoped one day when he would eventually return, that you would understand that at least.

And you tried to. At night laying in your own room that Casita provided just for you so you didn't have to return to Bruno's old room. Bruno's spot next to you had lost the smell of him, and you never felt more alone. You began to imagine what it must have been like for Alma when she raised the triplets on her own.

But despite it, you tried to think of reasons why Bruno could have left. Maybe you had done something? Said something? Did you miss a sign? Bruno seemed perfectly fine when you had last seen him. You were at a loss. Shaking your head, you placed your hand on your stomach. You had to focus on your baby now, not someone who didn't care enough to leave a note before disappearing.

And as the months grew, the excitement of having a new baby around did as well. You had ensured Julieta as your baby's Godparent in case anything was to happen to you. It wasn't likely, but just in case. She was more than thrilled to, and little Mirabel was excited to have another cousin as well.

Alma was happy you stayed around after Bruno had left. She had worried that you would return to your family home afterward, but after you reassure her you would be staying she held you close. You were always too good. Sometimes you saw differently on topics, but she adored you all the same. You were perfect. And hoped you would make Bruno perfect too.

As your due date grew near, you were larger than when Pepa and Julieta were pregnant, but perhaps it was just a good sign of a healthy baby. She helped you set up the nursery in your small room. It was just a simple room, similar to the one you had at your own family home. The dresser was filled with baby clothes, and you were ready.

You had casita, the whole Madrigal family AND your own family in town. You weren't alone. So why did it feel like you still were? It had been nine months and after searching for weeks there was no sign of him anywhere. Had he left the Encanto? Was he alright? Was he still alive? You had no answers. Sometimes you still had dreams about him. About your family coming back together.

One night your dream was interrupted by the worst pain you had felt in your entire life, causing you to let out a small scream as you woke up out of your sleep. Panting you sat up slightly, dampness had come from your legs. A thought from the back of your head rang, They're here, the baby's coming.

You tried to get up but more pain washed through you causing you to lay back down. Little did you know Dolores heard you and ran to get her mother and Tia Julieta. They had been getting ready for this moment and had been ready for days knowing you could go into labor at any moment.

They came into your room to soothe you before getting everything you needed. Wet cloths, water, even getting Alma to help as well. The night changed as everyone was then up and awake, your cries filled casita.

As it neared time to push for your baby, you shook your head. Tears streamed down your face as you sobbed from the emotions and the pain, "No! I cannot do this without Bruno, I can't.." you whimpered, just wanting nothing more than for him to be there. And Bruno wanted nothing more as well.

Much like the rest of the house, he was woken up by your cries. His heart clenched as tears weld up. Bruno wanted to rush into your room, to leave these stupid walls behind. He wanted to give you his hand to squeeze while you were in agony, to tell you how proud he was of you. How well you were doing. To kiss your forehead. To reassure you, to tell you that it would all be worth it in the end. "Forgive me, amor..." he mumbled as he sniffled, placing his head against the wall of your room, listening as you cried in pain.

Pepa huffed at the mention of her brother, but Julieta gave her a look before gently pushing your hair off your sweaty forehead. "Y/N, I know. I want him to be here too. And you know if he knew about this if he heard he would be here in a moment. Bruno loves you so much. So you need to do this, so when he comes back he can meet his baby, hm?" she said softly.

In your state you trusted her more than anyone, nodding quickly.

Do it for Bruno. Do it for your baby.

"Good. Now, you have to start pushing, alright?" Julieta instructed as Pepa and Alma held your hand and dabbed your forehead with a wet cloth.

Then you did. It was the most excruciating pain you had ever felt in your life, but then there was a relief and a loud cry. You panted and fell back against the bed, exhausted. Pepa took the baby, cleaning it up and such before showing you with a smile. "A beautiful boy, what is his name?" she asked.

You cried again at the sight of him. He had your hair already, a little peach fuzz. And Bruno's beautiful eyes. "Pedro," you said in a shaky tone, and Alma looked to you in surprise but you could see the love in her eyes. And you knew the sentiment in the name, how much it meant to the triplets as well as their mother. It meant so much to her, and you knew that. It was a name you and Bruno had agreed on a while ago. If at any point you had children, and you had a boy, it would be after Bruno's father. "After his Abuelo...Bruno agreed on-"

Before you could finish you let out another scream of pain. Julieta looked in confusion, checking you before looking up to you. "Y/N, you need to push again. There is another.." you couldn't question it as you just pushed until a second baby cry filled your room.

Panting heavily, your eyes drooped in exhaustion. You were prepared for one baby, but not another. After Pepa handed Pedro to Alma, she cleaned up the second baby, before showing you. "A girl,"

You smiled as the baby girl looked just like you. Your hair again, and your eyes. "Carina. My beloved..." you decided on the spot with a nod, "Carina Alma Madrigal." you finalized before you fell asleep to rest and recover, while the family got to making another crib for the second baby.

In the morning, the announcement of your two children made it to the town and your parents came to visit. Yes, Bruno left you heartbroken, but you had two angels now that needed you.

Bruno watched from the walls, the cracks in the wood as he look at the sight of his twins. Tears fell from his eyes as he saw how beautiful they were. How Carina looked so much like you, how Pedro looked like a perfect mix of you both. Slowly he fell to his knees, forehead pressed against the inside of the wall. If only things had been different, maybe he would have been able to stand there with you. With your family, and your little miracles.

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Hii bee how are you!!

I was asking if you could do an bruno x female reader with the prompt "you're leaving already?"

I just finished the last blog you did AND I LOVED IT,you are talented af! (In a good way)

I’d be over the moon if you did!❤️❤️

You got it, love!

Gone

A/N: Hey so I wasn't sure if you wanted a fluff or maybe more angsty with this so I'm going with angst. If you'd like a fluff version, I'd be more than happy to write that up too!

f/c = favorite color

Requested by: @brunosswife

Prompt: you're leaving already?

Pairing: Bruno Madrigal x Fem!reader

warning: angst :(

It was a wonderful day! Your niece, sweet little Mirabel was getting her gift today. Casita and the village were buzzing with excitement for the next gift to present itself. The last gift was Camilo's, and just a few months ago on his fifth birthday, the same excitement buzzed around the town. You had never seen a child so excited about their gift. Well, maybe besides little Isabela. You had never seen a little girl get so excited over flowers before.

You had married into the family around the time Julieta was pregnant with Isabella. You had known the family for a bit longer before that. Your husband, Bruno, had needed a push from his sisters to pop the question. When he finally did, it was a whirlwind of happiness. Even his Mama, Alma, was surprised that her son had found someone. Especially someone like you.

Someone so beautiful, so graceful, outgoing, kind, patient. You came from a good family in town. And you had many features Bruno may have been lacking. But she came around, as she always did. And soon Alma grew a large soft spot for you. Besides, having you marry into the family meant more children to grow in the family. Meaning more gifts, and the miracle she was blessed with would continue on.

Though you had told her, along with your sisters-in-laws, that you and Bruno would have your child when the time was right. You knew the thought had always made Bruno nervous. That he would mess up and be a terrible father. Especially with how many people were turning their nose up at him for his gift.

You, yourself, had been scolded a few times for marrying such a man. Many of your friends had told you how much bad luck he would bring. He was a bad omen. But you knew better. Bruno was a gift and you cherished him. Bruno would hear your reassurances at night when you would lie in bed. Why would someone like you agree and go through with marrying him? It blew his mind.

But the thought of his child growing up with such slander? What if they got a gift similar to his own? Would everyone in town shun them like they did to him? Would his child's Abuela be disappointed, as she was disappointed in her own son? He couldn't live with that, so you both agreed to wait until you both were ready.

Another thing he loved about you. You never pushed the topic. You understood when not to push or question. Reassured him that you would wait, and you were happy as long as he was at your side.

And he watched as you played with your niece before her ceremony. "look at you! Muy bontia," you said as you tickled Mirabel's little tummy. You adored children and were grateful that you had so many nieces and nephews to keep you busy. As much as you wanted your own, you knew something in your husband's mind held back. One day he would talk about it, but for now, you were at peace with the little rascals running around currently.

"Tia Y/N, what do you think my gift with me?" she asked as she looked up at you with her big brown eyes, her little glasses framing her chubby cheeks. Mirabel had always been special in your heart, almost favoriting her over the others; not that you would admit.

"Hmm.." you hummed as you smoothed the skirt part of your f/c dress, pushing the dirt off of it. "I'm not sure, amor. But whatever it is, whatever you are blessed with you will always be my favorite Madrigal," you said, saying the last part in a whisper as she giggled.

"Even more than Tio Bruno?" she asked with a wide grin. And you nod, "Even more than Tio Bruno. Don't tell him though," you add in a serious tone. The little girl nodded and zipped her mouth shut. Just then Alma called Mirabel over to have a moment with her. "Go on," you shooed her away before standing up from your knees.

"Ready, Mi Vida?" Bruno asked as he finally walked over to you. He had been watching you and his youngest niece. His heart clenched at the sight of you with children and wondered what it would be like to have your own.

You turn and smile, leaning up to give him a soft kiss on the lips.

"Always. Your mother is just telling Mirabel the story again," you say as you take your places by the bottom of the stairs that led to Mirabel's door. The town's people filled the home as they eagerly awaited the new gift. Amongst you are Felix, Pepa, Isabela, Luisa, Camilo and Dalores. Julieta and Agustin are at the top of the steps next to the door.

Soon Abuela walked over with the candle, and little Mirabel stood at the entrance. You all looked and watched her proudly, happily. As she passed you and Bruno, you gave her a small thumbs up which she giggled in response before walking up the stairs.

Then that's where it started to go downhill.

Mirabel touched the candle after Abuela's speech, nervously wiping her hands on her dress before touching the doorknob. It was like everyone was holding their breath at the same time. And the shock that hit everyone as the door disappeared was heavy. "Mirabel.." you mumbled in concern as the little girl looked to her Abuela, lost and confused.

The party still occurred aftward, though everyone was confused and worried. Julieta and your worry were about Mirabel. Alma's worry was what if the miracle ended with Mirabel? So that was when Alma approached her son.

"We need to know what happens to the miracle. Please, it cannot end like this," Alma pleaded to her son. She needed that reassurance but she couldn't have anyone know about this fear. And Bruno just could not say so.

So he eventually found you in the crowd, saying that he had to leave. You looked at him confused, stepping away from the kids. "What? Amor, you're leaving already? I know the gift ceremony didn't go as expected but you should still be here," you say. He should be here with his family. But where would his family be if the miracle disappeared?

"I promise, I'll be back later on. This is important," he said, and you nodded. Of course, you did. You trusted him with your whole being. You trusted him to come back, even just for Julieta.

"Alright. I'll see you later on then. I love you,"

"I love you too,"

Those were then the last words that you would hear from him for a while. Bruno went to his tower and saw the vision.

That one vision that would change everything. Of Mirabel, the house, the Encanto, the miracle. He had to protect her. But it meant leaving you behind. It broke his heart to do it, but it was to protect her. To protect you all. So later that night, you were found panicked as you couldn't find your husband anywhere.

The search went on for days into weeks before people gave up. Him leaving broke you. You cried every night to fall asleep. His scent on his things was beginning to fade.

And one night, after a month or so after Bruno's disappearance as you looked over the Encanto, to the stars, you places a hand on your lower abdomen. "We'll find him, Mija. I'm sure of it.." you whispered softly to your baby.

Of course, a baby wasn't planned. But perhaps the baby was a gift. A little piece of Bruno for you to have. Bruno left out of nowhere and it truly broke you. But you would be strong for your baby…you had to be. For your little miracle, even if Bruno wasn't there.

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Bright future ahead

Requested by: no one, just thought it was a cute idea since Bruno deserves some happiness :)

Ship: Bruno Madrigal x gn!reader

word count: 1,726

“Sh! We don’t talk about Bruno!” "He is bad news.."

The whispers and hushed words seemed to be flooding more and more around the village the more visions Bruno gives out. He didn’t have any control over what he saw. And you saw it. Every day. Villagers would go to the casita on top of the hill, eager to hear what fortunes would be heading towards them. And when it wasn’t what they wanted they turned against him. They always turned against him. Turning their anger towards him because it wasn’t what they wanted to hear. Bruno brings bad luck. He’ll tell you something you don’t want to hear. It was always those same sentences that floated around the villagers. It made you sick to your stomach.

Especially when your sister had gone to see him, coming back in tears. You remember her crying in your arms as she explained what Bruno had seen. Something about her current boyfriend cheating on her or something. But it wasn’t like it was Bruno’s fault. Your sister, like many other villagers, had expected to say something positive. But that’s not what the future always holds. Of course, there is always hope for bright futures, but as usual, there can’t be light without darkness. Not everything could be perfect. So why did every villager expect their futures to always be so positive? It wasn’t his fault. It was never his fault.

So as you heard your own sister, amongst everyone else speak about Bruno in such a way…it broke your heart. Each word made your stomach twist uncomfortably at the awful things they would say about him. They didn’t know Bruno Madrigal. Not like you did.

You knew Bruno. You two had been friends for years. And you knew who he was. He was not some cruel, evil monster who brought bad luck. He was sweet. And more commonly anxious and guilty for his Gift. From the mix of both the town and his family, he had been told of the implications his visions had meant. You can’t keep track of the number of times that you had reassured him that it wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t. The Madrigal would just shrug your words and look around nervously to change the conversation topic.

But one day you felt like showing Bruno otherwise. Bruno had refused to give you a vision. Bruno shook at the thought of doing that with you. Just for the fact that he worried that he would lose you. That your reaction would be like the others. That you would get so angry with him. Hate the vision, hate him. And he would lose you like so many people turned their shoulder to him. How he lost so many friends growing up due to his visions. Bruno could not imagine having that experience with you. Your beautiful eyes watched the green glow around them as he worked his gift. He imagined your eyes watching the images in the sand. Your soft gaze would be harsh and angry at what is possible.

Bruno couldn't risk losing you. You meant everything to him. He would always come to you when the pressure from his mother was too much. When he was dealing with too many angry villagers. And another reason why was because of the way you make him feel. You and the beautiful smile you give him to make his stomach erupt with butterflies. The same butterflies his sister had when she first started to get a crush on Agustin. The same butterflies their mother told them about when she told them stories about her and their papa when they were young. It was strange. No one had ever made him feel the way you do. You were so special.

Which was why Bruno would refuse to give you a vision, to read what your possible future was. He wouldn't be able to handle losing you too. He also couldn't handle seeing the future of you, with someone else. Happy and loved. He wanted it to be him. But how could he deserve such a wonderful and light soul as your own? He doesn't. At least that was what he believed.

But as usual, you thought otherwise. You adored Bruno. With all your heart and you had for a while. As much as you tried to drop hints and flirt, it would go right through his thick skull. So you had an idea on how to tell him. You knew Bruno would be in your future in some way, shape, or form. So you would make him see it too.

The next morning, you marched your way through the village just a little after sunrise. As you approached the Madrigal home you gave a wave and a smile. "Morning, Casita. Looking beautiful as always. Is Bruno awake?" you asked, and the staircase was made, leading to his room. You took that as a yes. "Thank you," you say before climbing up the steps to his room.

You go into his room and start making your trek. Through the sand and the terrible amount of stairs, you finally made it to his vision cave. Smiling, you watched as you were mumbling to yourself, fixing the sand and such he had. His hair was up in a bun to keep out of his face as he fixed his setup. His eyebrows furrowed in a cute look of concentration. Then after admiring him, you gave a small cough as you cleared your throat to catch his attention.

Bruno jumped and looked at you in surprise, "Ah! Y/N" he said as he stood up, brushing off the sand that was on his poncho before looking back to you. His look of surprise morphed into something more of confusion, "What are uh...w-what are you doing here? Thought we were just meeting downstairs for breakfast." he said.

You gave an innocent shrug before walking towards him. And you have a determined look in your eye that almost scared him. "I would like a vision from you. About my love life," you say. Bruno immediately opens his mouth to decline but you give him those big eyes of yours as you speak again. "Please, Bruno? I must be the only one who hasn't gotten one from you. AND, you know I won't judge you for what comes to show, what's it going to harm?" you ask.

His mind pauses as you ask, Me, He thought it could hurt me to see you with someone else. "Fine," he caved. Bruno always caved to you. You were truly his weakness. But no matter the outcome, hopefully, it would be in your favor. And if you were happy, he was happy. That was enough, right?

You a cheer, and many thank yous as he sets up. Soon enough you're kneeled down across from him as he lit the sand on fire. The wind picked up, blowing your hair around as the sand swirled around you two. You looked around in amazement. You had heard stories of what it was like, but you never saw it for yourself. Then you looked to Bruno as he opened his eyes, the bright green glow lit from his eyes as he looked up as things began to form.

You followed his gaze as two figures started to form in the sand. Soon your figure started to make a shape. It looked like you were at a wedding. Your wedding? Your eyes widened as you stared at it. You never thought that you would see your own wedding. But who was it with?

Bruno could feel his heartbreaking seeing the image of you getting married. It ached to see you with someone else. Looking so happy and in love, with someone that was not him. "There," he said, "Looks like you marry the man you love most." He said, trying to keep his voice from sounding sad or disappointed. The figure wasn't fully developed, but Bruno was ready to end it.

"Wait!" you said, keeping the hold on his hands. "Look! It's getting clearer." you point out as the figure beside you starts to clear up. Bruno wants nothing more than to pull away, look away. Prevent himself the heartbreak of seeing you with someone else. But he couldn't help but want to see. Who would have the privilege of making you so happy?

Then there it was. The full vision. Clear as day. It was Bruno. All dressed up next to you. Surrounded by your families. It wasn't just your wedding day. It was both of your wedding days. Bruno's eyes widened as he stared. It couldn't be right. Could it? Slowly his eyes cast to you as the sand settled, the vision in the green gem landed beside you both. Your wedding day. It was with Bruno. It was with him?

Your eyes were already on him. Soft and loving. "Told you." you teased, "I've loved you for a long time, Mi Vida. I've tried to tell you but you can be a bit....dense sometimes. I figured this would be the best way to get that across," you explained sheepishly as his gaze softened even more.

How lucky was he?

"I've loved- no uh, I do love. Never stopped, I do love you. Too!" he rambled, "I uh, just never thought you would. You're perfect and I'm uh, well, not very liked. Not exactly the best-" you cut off his nervous ramble by pulling him in close by his hands. Your lips planted on his own. Though it just brought butterflies back for you both.

As you pulled away to catch your breath, you gave him a smile. "You are perfect to me, Bruno. You always have been. And I will say that until my last breath." you said with a gentle squeeze of his hands. "But we have a bright future together. I'll spend the rest of it telling you how special you are. If that's what it takes."

Bruno nodded, leaning in again to press a kiss to your nose, causing a cute crinkle at the affection. How lucky was he that the girl of his dreams would be is. Is his to love and cherish. Bruno never thought he would be so lucky or have such s bright future with the love of his life by his side.

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