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warwickroyals · 23 days

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Sunderland's Royal Jewel Vault (18/∞) ♛

↬ Countess Wynn's Meander Tiara

The majority of the tiaras in the Sunderlandian collection were inherited through members of King Louis V's family, mainly previous queens Matilda Mary, Anne, and Katherine. This meander tiara however represents the current Wariwcks' French heritage, as it belonged to Queen Irene's mother, Marguerite Wynn. Countess Wynn was born in 1914 as Marguerite Delphine Lucie Chevrier. She was the eldest of four children born to industrialist Phillipe Édouard Chervrier (1880 - 1950) and his El Salvadoran wife, Consuelo Romana Gomez (1892 - 1979). Margurite's family claims ancestry from both French and Spanish nobility, although the bulk of their impressive fortune was derived from Phillipe's ceramics factory in the south of France. Much of Margurite's early life was disrupted by the First World War, during which the Chevriers settled in Mexico City with Consuelo's sister. Following the war, Marguerite flourished in high Parisian society, becoming well-versed in the arts and fluent in several languages, including English and Spanish. Expected to marry into the French aristocracy, Marguerite made waves by instead marrying John Wynn (1911 - 1973), a career soldier from Sunderland whose great family had fallen on hard times following the deaths of John's three older brothers in the war. When the couple met in 1931, John was on a mindless trek across Europe, in search of a wealthy bride. Despite their differing backgrounds, Marguerite was smitten by John's optimism and good humour. The pair married a year later, with John even converting to Catholicism to appease Marguerite's parents. Their wedding was held at the Chapel of the Palace of Versailles, one of the last grand society affairs of interwar Paris. The tiara, which featured a Greek key design punctuated by a central emerald-cut yellow diamond, was among Marguarite's wedding gifts. The jewel is ambiguous in origin but is agreed to be an early twentieth-century creation, likely from Cartier. It became a useful tool in Margurite's arsenal as she erupted in Sunderland as one of the country's wealthiest society ladies. Pearlie, as she became known, was noted to be arrogant, intelligent, and ravishing. Pearlie is more "royal" than the rest of us combined. She drenches herself in jewels as if she were the ghost of the last Tsarina. — Queen Katherine, 1970

The Countess owned the tiara until 1968, when she gave it to her youngest daughter, Lady Irene, also as a wedding present. Irene's marriage to the future King Louis V was Pearlie's greatest life achievement and she became increasingly boastful. Maman Wynn, as she was called by the press and public, was known to meddle in royal affairs, especially the personal lives of her daughter and son-in-law. By the early 1980s, she was on bad terms with both. Irene was never seen wearing her mother's tiara, but she kept it in her own personal possession for almost thirty years. In 1997, Irene continued the tradition by gifting the tiara to her only daughter, Princess Jacqueline, ahead of her wedding to Lawrence Belmont. The wedding was coincidently the last public appearance of the old Countess Wynn. She died peacefully at Chester Palace the same winter. Since then, Jacqueline has worn the tiara regularly at state functions and in official portraits. It's among the princess's most cherished pieces.

The Countess Wynn wears the tiara in a portrait, circa October 1943, eight years before the birth of her youngest daughter, Queen Irene

HRH Princess Jacqueline wears the tiara while attending a gala dinner & dance in July 2026

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itsmoonpeaches · 3 months

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Title: Eye of the Hurricane

Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians

Written for @flashfictionfridayofficial

[NOTE: I had to create this gif as no existing gif that I wanted of this scene previously existed in the gifs search. This gif belongs to me.]

Word count: 1,004

Rating: G

Summary: Poseidon cannot change fate, but he can be there for Percy when he is needed the most. In the only way a god can.

“Do you want to talk to him?” Sally asked, her voice tremulous as the storm Poseidon had conjured outside upon his arrival. “I know you shouldn’t but maybe just to hear his voice.”

It was easy for a god to covet things, to wish for wants, and demand them to appear. It was easy too for a god to change perceptions of reality, if only to bend the rules for a moment. Poseidon tasted that potential for a sliver of time when he glanced back at the patterned pane that separated him from the young boy. He could see glimpses of Percy through that inch of glass. A boy with eyes like the sea, with blond windswept hair, and a mustard yellow sweater.

Thunder shuddered the walls of the diner, rumbling in those few seconds that brought the truth back into focus and reminded Poseidon who he was…a god who could do nothing.

It was difficult for a god to be powerless.

Poseidon forced himself now to never glance in Sally Jackson’s direction—to never tempt himself with forming something permanent with the mortal he loved.

“One day,” he said so only she could hear. “One day, when he’s ready. When he knows who he is and where he belongs. And fate has revealed to him his true path. On that day…I’ll be right by his side.”

The scent of smoke and burning chocolate syrup mixed with sundae ascended from the tall glass cup that divided them. He could still feel the tingle of desperation in his ichor, the call of a human to his domain.

He allowed himself one look. One last look at her before he left. Her eyes were closed, the single tear that had escaped her eye finished its journey down her cheek, and he imagined what it would have been like if he could hold their son between them instead of holding their distance.

When he left, he knew the rain had continued its deluge upon that little town in Upstate New York. He permitted it to happen. What else could he offer?

That autumn day, he stood on the beach at Montauk. Alone because the humans who went there thought the waters too cold apart from the summer season. The ocean lapped at his feet, the breeze a welcome comfort.

Montauk was not his most awe-inspiring work. The waves were turbulent, the climate too unforgiving to warrant many seasonal visitors. Not like plenty of his other haunts where the sands were powder and the ocean a clear sapphire when much of the world froze. But Montauk was an aspect of him. Of rocks, surf, and pebbles hidden in shores. Of sharp sea glass, short cliffs, and gray waters.

Montauk was Sally. Montauk was Percy.

Poseidon stepped into the tides. He descended as easily as he always had. A current roared overhead, so strong that it could drag any careless swimmer under in a matter of seconds.

“Lord Poseidon?” chirped a hammerhead shark in his mind. “Lord Delphin wishes to meet with you about the upcoming dolphin migration from the Carolinas. The riptides might deter them from moving any faster.”

His eyes snapped to the shark. The creature stiffened with fear.

“Riptide,” Poseidon said. He looked above him once more at the same current that had pushed him below.

“Ye–yes,” stammered the shark. “That is indeed part of the problem.”

“Or it is part of the solution.”

The water bubbled and Poseidon disappeared. He called upon a force of old, a force he had not called upon for thousands of years since the time of Heracles. That familiar thing tugged at his core and in the palm of his hand, burning and thriving.

And so, when he reappeared, he was on the shore of Long Island Sound. Night engulfed him. Apollo completed his duty. There was silence on the beach.

He walked through the forest and past curious wood nymphs who melted out of trees. He felt their eyes. He felt their words. He let them pass.

Upon the hill, he saw the Big House, its glass shimmering with starlight. A shadow shifted on the porch.

“Chiron,” he remarked as he approached.

The centaur looked startled. Chiron unfolded himself from his resting position on the deck, a mortal book about architecture in his hand. “Lord Poseidon!” he exclaimed. “It is a surprise to see you here.”

Poseidon hummed. He lifted his hand, the object he had willed into existence thrummed on his skin. "I have a task for you."

“You have laid a shroud of Mist over it, I see," Chiron observed.

Poseidon nodded. “The world outside is dangerous. Humans do not understand our world. I do not expect them to.”

"It is a curious choice to disguise a weapon as a pen."

“A gift,” Poseidon corrected. “One day, there is sure to be someone who needs it more than I.

“The story of this blade is a tragic one, but it does not have to be. You must keep it in your possession. Do not let anyone who is not worthy take it. Do not let anyone know you have it.”

“How will I know who is to own it?” Chiron asked.

“You will know.”

Chiron studied him, and Poseidon felt like a demigod would if they were one of the centaur's pupils.

“The blade is called Anaklusmos," explained Poseidon. "Riptide.”

The name rolled off his tongue, and like a whirlpool forming in the deep, clashed against the currents that had prevented him from remembering it. A reminder that even the powerful were not invincible.

“The master of that blade will drown their enemies in the depths of the raging sea. It will protect them.” He glanced away. “I will protect them.”

Chrion took Anaklusmos from his hand.

Poseidon knew this desire of his was a fool’s quest for the impossible. But though a god could not change fate or ancient laws, he could try.

Poseidon was the sea. His son was born from defiance.

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themuse-if · 2 months

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I was pondering classic angst asks that might fit the university setting I think this one lines up okay.

What's ROs’ reaction to the mc being dressed up for a date with someone else and asking them how they look?

And how do they react when MC comes home in tears because their date stood them up or ended poorly?

Anyways that's my ask thanks for taking the time to read it, hope you're doing good!

Hello! I love that I'm getting to this ask after creating the other non RO hallmates I think it'll make it even more fun for you guys to visualize MC's date as one of them! Let's say that they're in the friendship/very early crushing stage for this one.

Roxanne/Robbie

Before the date: *sees MC coming out of their room* Well don't you look like your off somewhere special? *quirks their brow and smirks while waiting for MC's response* Oh, I see. So who's your hot date? August? Shit MC look at you going out with tall, dark and mysterious. Be sure to dish all the dirty details later. *gives MC a quick wink and walks away*

After the date: *is hanging out in the common room, then sees MC come in looking rather upset* Hey MC, you good? Do you want to talk about it somewhere more private? *walks MC to their room* Ok now that we're alone tell me what happened. *MC tells them that it was just a shit date and not at all what they pictured, they just didn't click and MC feels dumb and embarrassed* Is that all? I thought I was gonna have to beat their ass for being rude or standing you up? Well MC I know you must be feeling crappy, but it could have been a lot worse. And trust me when I say there are plenty of people just waiting for you to look their way. And you're bound to feel that spark with one of them. *gives MC a telling and heated look*

Joleen/Johnny

Before the date: *sees MC heading out all dressed up* Hey you, where are you headed? *MC ask them why they want to know* You just look really nice so I was curious. *MC tells them about their date with Kaden* A date? With Kaden? Oh that's...cool. Have a nice date. * leaves MC with and awkward wave and a smile*

After the date: *runs into MC on their way to the dorm practice rooms* Hey MC, how'd it go? *MC continues to rush past them into the music room* Ok... *follows MC into the music room* So I guess it wasn't the best date you've ever had... *awkward laugh* Do you want to talk about it? *MC tells them there isn't much to talk about since Kaden didn't show up* Shit, that really sucks. Did he at least call or text you with an explanation? *MC shakes their head* So he's an asshole. That's not your fault. *MC nods still looking frustrated* Do you want to work through what your feeling? *MC looks at them confused, Jo hands them the drumsticks and sits them behind the drumkit* Just fuck around and let it all out. I know from lots of experience that you'll feel so much more free if you just express how your feeling in a cathartic non harmful way.

Delphine/Desmond

Before the date: *sees MC on their way out of the residence hall* Look at you. *friendly grin* Well don't you clean up nice. Let me guess off to a date? *MC grins and tells them with whom* Kiana, oh that's nice, she seems sweet. I'm sure you two will have a nice time. Don't let me keep you form your date. I'll see you around.

After the date: *finds MC in the common room kitchen eating a tub of ice cream alone* Ah...so...how was the date? *MC holds up the half eaten tub of ice cream and shrugs* Yeah that was a stupid question. Well what happened to get you knee deep in the cookies and cream? *MC tells them their date was ok but just not what they had wanted, it seemed like Kiana's mind was elsewhere* Well it's 100% their loss. If they couldn't realize what a great person they had right in front of them then its not worth wasting your time. Hey pass me a spoon, let me make sure you don't eat that whole thing alone. *they both start cracking up*

Rina/Ren

Before the date: *sees MC walking through the common room* Hey MC, you look nice. *MC tells them about their date with Monica* Oh Monica I have a few classes with her. Her form is fantastic. I think she's as bored in contemporary as me though. Oh sorry for rambling...well have a nice date. I'll see you later.

After the date: *sees MC in the hallway rushing to their room* Uh, are you ok? You look a bit upset... *MC tells them that Monica stood them up* Wow that's really shitty. Have they said anything? *MC tells them that they texted Monica and it turns out she was practicing, she said she just forgot* Damn that's just...wow. Forget about her, she obviously isn't worth your time. I'll...uh...talk to you later MC, don't be too down. *R sees Monica the next day in class and endlessly glares at her before telling her off after class*

Everly/Everett

Before the date: *sees MC rushing out of the hall* Where are you rushing off to? *notices how nice MC looks* Oh shit never mind, you're obviously about to go on a date. And if you aren't you should be. *MC chuckles and tells them they're right and that their date is Kaden* Well I hope you have a good date...but if you don't you could always come have more fun with me. *gives MC an exaggerated wink, they share a laugh before parting ways*

After the date: *hears a knock at their door, opens it to find MC looking visibly upset* Come on in. Looks like you've had an eventful evening. Go on spill the beans. *MC tells them that their night was not eventful at all since Kaden didn't even show and now he isn't responding to MC's texts* Wow I honestly haven't really talked to him that much, but I thought he seemed pretty ok. Turns out he's piece of shit who doesn't have the human decency to treat others with basic respect. *Eyes go wide with mischief* Hey MC, why don't we get a little...revenge? *cheeky grin*

Karla

Before the date: *sees MC heading off campus* Hey MC, how're you? Haven't seen you around lately. *MC catches up with them and tells them about their date with Ishara* I don't think I've met them yet but I'm sure you'll have a good time. If nothing else you look fantastic so they'll be drooling over you in no time. Well I won't hold you up, good luck.

After the date: *MC texts them letting them know that their date was shit, it didn't even happen since Ishara didn't show, Reyes give MC a call* Hey...so have they said anything? *MC says no* Have you said anything? *MC says no* Well you probably should, maybe something happened. They might have a reason for not showing up. *MC shoots Ishara a quick text, and they reply telling them how sorry they are, they had food poisoning and have been in and out of the bathroom all day* If they're telling the truth then that's a pretty good excuse. It's up to you to give whether or not you want to give them a second chance though.

Faye

Before the date: *sees MC heading off campus* Well, well, well aren't you looking spicy MC! Who's the lucky person taking you out tonight? *MC laughs and asks how they knew* I mean look at you! You look like you're ready to stop traffic! You still haven't told me who though... *MC tells them it's Jacob* Hmm I think I've seen him around, he's a studio arts major right? *MC says yes* Well you have to let me know how it goes! Have fun! Don't give your date a heart attack looking so hot. *fans themself, and shares a laugh with MC before parting ways*

After the date: *MC texts Faye letting them know their date didn't go as planned, Faye tells MC she's coming over* So how're you holding up? *MC tells them that it wasn't even that bad there was just no spark it felt like a date with their brother* Oh ok, you can't force yourself to have feelings for someone. When you know, you know, right? Why don't you just take some time to figure out what it is you're looking for. And once you've figured that out then you should put yourself back out there.

Sebastien

Before the date: *sees MC heading off campus, stops dead in his tracks and give MC a long look up and down* You look amazing... Are you meeting someone? *MC tells him about their date with Kaden* Well I hope he knows how lucky he is. I don't want to make you late so... Have a good night MC, let's catch up later.

After the date: *MC calls Seb sounding really upset, he's over to their dorm in no time* How the fuck does he have the audacity to stand you up!?! He obviously isn't worth one second of your time. Did he at least try to make up some sort of excuse? *MC says no, and that he hasn't been responding to their texts* Listen MC *Seb grabs MC by the shoulders at meets them at eye level* you deserve so much better. You deserve someone who will cherish you and value every opportunity to be in your presence. *pulls MC into his arms* Just know that you shouldn't close yourself off because of this.

Maxine

Before the date: *Max is sitting on MC's bed watching them get ready for their date* What about that top, you know the one that really compliments your eyes. Yes, that one! You look great! When are you meeting Kaden? 30 minutes! Well what are you still doing here you should head out or you'll be late. *MC starts to head out* You have to tell me everything later! Good luck! *MC leaves, Max heaves a heavy sigh*

After the date: *is chilling in her dorm room reading when MC storms in* Aren't you back a bit soon... weren't you supposed to do dinner and a movie? *MC tells her he didn't show up* What do you mean he didn't show up? Did he say anything? *MC quietly says they waited for for 2 hours without a single word* YOU WAITED FOR 2 HOURS! AND HE'S GHOSTING YOU! *Max takes a deep breath and gets scary quiet* I'm going to beat that posh little pricks ass. Just wait until I see his stupid face he's gonna regret this. *MC starts to laugh* What the fuck why are you laughing? *MC says that it doesn't matter since they have a friend like her* Whatever I'm still gonna beat his ass. *MC starts to crack up feeling thankful for such a caring friend*

Silas

Before the date: *sees MC in the common room while he's posting the weeks events on the bulletin board* Hey MC, am I gonna see you at game night later? *MC tells him they won't be around since they have a date with Monica* Oh, I should have guessed since your all dressed up. You look nice by the way. *clears his throat* Well have fun on your date.

After the date: *Sees MC trying to sneak through the common room unnoticed with tears running down their face* Hey MC...are you ok. *MC tells them in a hushed tone that Monica never showed up that they were practicing, forgot about the date and didn't even apologize* Oh wow...ok. I'm not sure if I should get caught up with my advisee's love life, but just know that this isn't about you. Lots of people are into you trust me a few have come to me looking for advice. Monica skipping out on you is their loss. Keep your chin up ok. Come find me if you need to talk...about anything. That's what I'm here for right. *give MC a goofy grin and a friendly pat on the shoulder*

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crossbowandwitches · 7 months

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What Should I Say? (Fred Weasley x OC)

A/N: Hi there, this is my first piece which I'll be working on and continuing when I can. I'd appreciate ALL and every bit of feedback and hope you enjoy :)

Summary: In the bustling streets of Muggle London, Fred Weasley, known for his mischievous charm and quick wit, stumbles into an unexpected encounter that will turn his world upside down. At an ordinary acting class, he finds himself face to face with the enigmatic Delphine Howard, a woman who seems to have stepped right out of his dreams. However, he soon comes to a heart-wrenching realization: the love he's found in Delphine is a love he can never truly have.

Warnings: None for this chapter, but there will be eventual smut, angst, stress, swearing, use of alcohol & smoking, you name it.

Word Count: 1241 words.

Chapter 1: Delphine’s POV

The room exuded a chilly ambience as I entered, an emotion so palpable it seemed to engulf the darkness completely. Not a word had passed between us, yet the unspoken connection between us carried more weight than any conversation ever could. Who could have predicted that I would discover someone who shared my passion for acting?

He stood tall and lanky, his dark ginger hair cascading over his eyes. His nervousness manifested in subtle fidgets - the way he absentmindedly twirled his fingers while seated. Despite his evident apprehension, I could sense his potential, even if he hadn't yet recognised it in himself.

Breaking the uneasy silence, I decided to take charge, "Who would like to take on the role of Cleopatra?" The room fell into a palpable hush as I scanned for a willing participant. To my surprise, there were no volunteers among my male students. It was a scene from Antony & Cleopatra, and none of them seemed eager to portray the Egyptian queen's part. Suppressing a chuckle, my gaze locked onto my scene partner, the anxious ginger in the corner - 'You.' I beckoned him with a nod and extended my arm, "Come here," I invited, guiding him toward the centre of the room. "You'll be reading Mark Antony's lines."

He took hesitant steps closer, his trepidation evident. It was his first time presenting to such a class. I decided to ease his nerves by giving him his cue, "I am sick and sullen." As my eyes met him, I noticed his grip on the script tighten as though it might crumble in his hands at any moment.

"I am sorry… to, sorry to give breathing to my purpose–" He stammered, his words hanging in the air, and I promptly responded, "Help me away, dear Charmian! I shall fall! It cannot be thus long; the sides of nature will not sustain it." Just as we were getting into the scene, the building manager knocked to signal that we had only five minutes left before closing, causing a flurry of activity as everyone began packing up.

"Excellent work, everyone! Don't be anxious; this is only our second session, and I look forward to witnessing your progress." I turned to my scene partner, who was already gathering his belongings. "Hi there! Do you mind if I have a moment of your time?" He greeted me with a friendly smile and a nod.

"My apologies, but I'm afraid I can't recall all the names in the class. What should I call you?" I chuckled nervously, which was echoed by a small chuckle from him. "Fred Weasley, but just Fred will do," he added, extending his hand for a handshake, which I gladly accepted.

I warmly welcomed him and praised his immense talent, then suggested, "Why don't you practice this scene for me? We can work on it together next week." He seemed taken aback but ultimately nodded in agreement. "Absolutely, I'd be delighted!" Before he could respond further, I reached into my bag and retrieved a business card.

"Here's my number. If you have any questions or if something about the scene strikes you, don't hesitate to reach out," I said as he accepted the card. He thanked me and made his way out of the room slowly, pausing once or twice to give an awkward wave before disappearing.

Chapter 2: Fred’s POV

"Wake up! I'm trying to talk to you!" George shouted before delivering a playful slap to my head. "Ouch! What's gotten into you, George?" I exclaimed, taken by surprise, as I had been lost in my thoughts.

"What's on your mind?" He probed, responding to my sigh. "Nothing," I replied, "just been a long day." I slouched onto the sofa in our London flat, a stone's throw away from Diagon Alley in the Muggle world. "Hand me those cigarettes." He tossed me the packet, and I flicked open my lighter, igniting one for myself before taking a long drag. "How was your day? I didn't see you after we handled that lunchtime rush." I handed the pack back to him, listening as he lit his own cigarette.

"Well, if you were paying attention…" He shot me an irritated look before continuing, "Two candidates showed up for the interviews, quite an interesting experience." I chuckled at his response but realized that I had drifted off while reminiscing about the evening's acting lesson.

She had mentioned preferring to go by the shortened name Delphi instead of Delphine, which was listed on her website. She claimed it made her appear more professional to potential students. Her choice of name intrigued me; it wasn't one you'd typically encounter in the Muggle world. But beyond that, I found myself captivated by her ability to capture a character's essence in just a few words - a talent that utterly fascinated me.

"Did you manage to hire anyone?" I hastily asked to prove I had been attentive, taking a long puff from my cigarette. "Heavens, no! They had no idea what they were doing - just came for the free candy." I laughed at his reply.

"How about the acting class? Will you give it another shot?" He took a drag from his cigarette and awaited my response. I shifted in my seat before answering, "The teacher thinks I have a knack for this drama stuff, so I suppose I will." George's mouth hung open in disbelief at my response. "Come on, George… I know what you're thinking." My cheeks flushed with embarrassment; George had never taken the idea of the acting class seriously.

"It's pretty clear you have a thing for the teacher, don't you? She's cast a spell on you, and now you can't get her out of your head. I know that feeling, Fred Weasley. So, spill the beans - what's she like?" George inquired, his brows arched, eager to hear more.

I couldn't deny that I had developed a soft spot for her. Her quirkiness and cleverness, coupled with a hint of sassiness, endeared her to me. Moreover, she had an irresistibly petite and cute charm. "George, I—I don't know her that well," I began, pausing as I remembered she was my teacher. "She's really great and good-looking, but I can't ask her out. She's a teacher, my teacher." With that, I stubbed out my cigarette and stood up to leave.

"All talk, no action, Freddie! You've lost your nerve," George teased, a mischievous grin on his face. I spun around to face him as he flashed an evil smile, "Since when did Fred Weasley become a coward? You used to sweep girls off their feet in school, and now you can barely hold a conversation with one. That's not like you."

The realisation that he was right made me feel queasy; somehow, I had lost confidence in myself when it came to pursuing romantic interests. Was it just this one person, or had I lost my touch entirely?

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