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paracosmic-murdock · 7 months

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

Chapter 17: "Les coquelicots rouges"

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader

Summary: It has been two years since your secret was exposed and you had to leave London. Two years with deep buried misery and in which you missed everything you used to have. However, neglect, novelties, and letters made sure to give you more than one reason to return to claim someone who is as rightfully yours as your estate and your people: Benedict Bridgerton.

Warnings/tags: idiots in love, eventual smut, mutual pining, (kinda???) enemies (fake, this is just pride) to lovers (surely), bisexual benedict bridgerton, feminist themes, historical inaccuracy (for the sake of the plot), inspired by mulan (1998), song: the lakes (taylor swift), other tags to be added

Chapter summary: You and Benedict finally sit down to have a conversation.

Word count: 2.1K

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Benedict went inside Lady Danbury's home, waiting for you to get ready to meet him.

He knew you were taking so long entirely on purpose, and he hated you for that. What he hated you the most for, though, was that he couldn't possibly fathom the idea to hate you at all.

Because he adored you, but Benedict wouldn't act upon said fervent desires that threatened to burn him alive.

He was the suitor of Miss Prince, it would be unfair to her, he couldn't simply be led by temptation and fall for you all over again. Although, how can you fall again if you never stood up after the first drop in the first place?

"Mr. Bridgerton?" He stood up immediately. "Lady Y/N is ready to receive you."

"Thank you." he replied politely, quickly walking to the sitting room.

There, he saw you, radiant as ever.

"My Lady," he called for your attention, and your gaze went from the bouquet of red poppies to him. "We must speak."

"We must," you confirmed, trying hard to ignore that he used your title, taking a seat and motioning him to do the very same. His eyes followed your every move, hypnotized by the way you looked on your white dress with embroidered lavenders and dark purple vest. "Do tell."

Benedict cleared his throat. No matter how far from the red flowers you were, they still caused some sort of discomfort to the sight, to him, for whatever reason. "I believe I should be grateful to you."

You hummed. "What for?"

"You, uh…" he began. "Taught me a lot. Things I never thought possible for me, you motivated me to try them… to experiment and truly learn from myself and others."

You gasped quietly. "Did you kiss or advance kiss another gentleman, Benedict?"

"Y/N, I-" He blushed, making your face go warm at the thought. You were actually just teasing him, but his reaction told you there was no joke. "That is not an appropriate topic of conversation and not at all what I was hoping to discuss with you."

"Alright, I shall not say a word." you murmured.

Benedict cleared his throat and looked at you. "More than once I tried to find you, but I stopped myself. There was a reason: it was not the right thing to do. You are not the right-"

"If you came to reject me, allow me to tell you that I have known nothing but repulsion for two years," you stated firmly, forgetting the light turn your conversation had seemed to take, and swallowing the heart of shattered glass. "I needn't anymore of it, so you might as well take your leave."

"If you could let me speak, that would be very much appreciated," Benedict said, sarcastic. "I understand why you did what you did, I do; I simply find it cruel that you knew well of my struggles and did not have the decency to put me out of my misery. For both of our sakes."

You sighed. "I wanted to do so, but I could not, Benedict, because…" You stopped.

"Go on." He rushed you.

"It was not until the night before I left that I went from seeing my cousin as an utter idiot to an actual threat. He said 'we must marry if you wish to keep living this life for you are infatuated that I will never become the Duke', which was true. But then he told me that I would either marry him willingly, or he would marry another lady, throw me to the streets as the sole owner of everything that is mine, and make sure that no gentleman marries me… After that night in Aubrey Hall, I realized what he truly meant by making sure I lacked something every lady must have to be worthy of marrying. I knew what he truly meant by that."

Benedict stayed in silence, partly because he didn't know what to say and partly because he wouldn't dare say a word.

"I left, then. I had planned to, but I was going to let my cousin know I would leave. He gave me no choice," you continued. "My initial plan was to come to London, go to the Academy, make a name for myself, be the artist I had always wanted; but when Claude did that, I knew that I needed an alternative to take care of myself: sell my art, which could only be accomplished by being a renowned artist and that was only possible if I were a man," He sighed heavily at your words. "I gradually changed my mind, but the need to be wed set when I received a letter from France. Right then and there I knew it was time for me to get married and have children: the next rightful Duke, an heir of mine. It was Father's will, for my cousin to be the lord of the house until I got married, but for the successor of the family to be our own flesh and blood, his future grandson… The King agreed to it, but if he ever finds out about what happened here in London, he will throw that away and name another duke instead. Not my husband, not my child, not my cousin: a stranger to the region, the winery, and the duty. And as for me, my fate would be most tragic, Benedict."

"I am truly sorry," he murmured, his eyes fixed on the poppies that disrupted the harmony of the white and pastel pink color palette of the rest of the flowers in Danbury House. "I never wished for any of this to happen, for us to end like this."

"The story isn't over just yet," you announced, and he nodded for you to keep going. "When my Grandfather took me under his care, he changed completely: he despised me for escaping, for pretending, for seducing you into tarnishing my innocence, and only the Lord knows how he found out about what we did… He took me to the Americas, he ruined my life, and he found a bastard child of my father to take my place. I managed to get rid of him, but I am afraid it is only a matter of time until my grandfather realizes the ruse was orchestrated by me and tells everything to the King. Then, it will be over for me unless I have someone to look after me."

"You could marry anyone, then, for it is so urgent."

"I do not want just anyone, Mr. Bridgerton," you answered. "I want you, and you should know by now that I do not get intimidated easily, much less by a mere miss who disrespects the family of Simon and Daphne and disregards the importance of culture, not to mention that has such terrible opinions on your sister Eloise, firmly supports the toxic patriarchy, and believes herself to be too good for you."

Benedict frowned, leaving alone the flowers for once. "What on Earth are you talking about?"

"Worry not, my heart, for as long as I breathe, no one will dare speak of my loved ones in such a way."

"Whatever did you do, Y/N?" He sighed.

You smiled sheepishly. "Nothing just yet."

"Y/N…" He groaned. "Why don't you just stop interfering in my life? You could have anyone, but you just want me, I beg you to tell me why."

"Because I love you," you replied. "And I am not giving up on us, because if you didn't love me as well, you wouldn't even have come here in the first place."

"You do not need me…" He pursed his lips, his gaze returning to the poppies. "These are ruining the aesthetic of the house, I cannot stand them. Who brought them here?"

"You must forgive Lord Cortez, my heart," You shrugged. "He knows of my fondness for poppies."

"Lord Cortez?" he questioned, exhaling jealousy and air from his lungs. "Really? Are you doing this to catch my attention?"

"Only if it's working."

Benedict rolled his eyes.

Of course it was working.

"You have made it!" you exclaimed when you saw her, faking excitement as well as you could. "Thank you for joining me."

"Thank you for inviting me." she replied, greeting Madame Delacroix gently.

"I was telling Madame Delacroix how much I would like a wine-colored dress," you updated her. "I believe it would look fantastic on me. I know that burgundy is not a color ladies wear, is it? That will certainly catch some attention from the gentlemen."

Madame Delacroix smiled. "There is actually this silk that just arrived last week, Lady Y/N. I ordered it for small details on gowns, but there is certainly enough for a full dress for you."

"I would love to see that, Madame Delacroix."

"I shall be back in a minute, my Lady."

You looked at Miss Prince with an expression she couldn't quite decipher. She knew your intentions were not as pure as you disguised them to be, but she knew you were not precisely lying to her either.

A part of her knew you loved Benedict, it was as clear as the water. She could notice easily that there was a strong connection between you and him, but she was ignorant of how much had actually happened between you both.

Miss Prince believed, also, that you were a lady who would never allow a man dishonor her, whatever that meant. She was right, but not quite for Benedict was not any man. He was the man you loved, your former fiancé, even.

"There was a woman from the Academy," you mentioned once you were alone. "They used to spend a lot of time together, and it was obvious that Benedict was fond of her."

"How do you know that?"

"I was in the Royal Academy of Art, remember?" you said. "I saw them. He seemed utterly enamored. And there have been many more ladies as far as I know… If you wish for a husband whose only love has always been you, you are most certainly looking for him in the wrong place."

Miss Prince nodded, opting for ignoring your presence that annoyed her at this point.

You smiled proudly to yourself, knowing that you would not let her take him from you. Knowing that you could continue with your plan because she was now aware that Benedict is not the kind of man she desires so, and if she chooses to stick with him, she will have to settle for who she considers not enough for her.

"Here it is, my Lady," Madame Delacroix returned with the silks, a wonderful color you knew would look wondrous on you. "I have so much in my mind for your gown, I will make sure you are the most beautifully dressed."

"Merci beaucoup, Madame Delacroix," you thanked her, looking around carefully. Miss Prince was far away and a couple of ladies were near you both. "Uh, just between us, I am confident you remember an arrangement between us, do you not? About whose creative mind would be responsible for a dress for the most important day of a lady's life..."

"Mon Dieu !" she exclaimed knowingly.

Whatever it takes.

Dearest gentle reader,

To this day, it is not a novelty that Lady Y/N of Burgundy is back in London... What for, if we may ask? Your beloved author might as well have the answer to your questions.

After days of gracefully pacing around Mayfair with her sponsor for the season, Lady Danbury, Lady Y/N started regaining her status as France's finest and most coveted jewel. Among my speculations, her being named the Diamond of the Season finally was her to stay a maid until then.

Fortunately or not, we will never know about that, for rumor has it she is engaged to none other than Mr. Benedict Bridgerton.

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sharp-and-swift · 2 years

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⚡️ SHARP FIC PICKS ⚡️

(aka sharp’s fave smutty smut smut)

• UPDATED 09.18.22 •

I’ll be updating this list with my fave fics for easy access and I’m sharing it bc why WHY would I not want to spread the joy?

WARNING: there’s smut all over this so you NEED to be 18+ (minors DNI!!!) and even then proceed only if you’re comfortable with filth. Ye have been warrrrrned. Also, some of these might get angsty and/or fluffy and oh these are like the cherry on top of the smut sundae.

⚡️ All fics involve sex between/among consenting adults (18+).

Currently mostly who am I kidding it’s only consuming Eddie Munson/Joseph Quinn x Reader and Steddie x Reader fics but plan to update with my other loves Tom Hiddleston/Loki and Luke Thompson /Benedict Bridgerton as well.

⚡️ I’ll be reblogging fics randomly but this is where they all go to sleep at night. Follow/filter by #sharpficpicks so you don’t miss the goods.

(this is my first time ever doing anything like this so if I’m going about it the wrong way/you don’t want me linking to your fics/anything at all, just lmk and I’ll fix those mistakes!)

Come join me as we dive into the pot of golden smut at the end of the fanfic rainbow 🌈✨

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STRANGER THINGS

EDDIE x READER

PART I (fic list ending on 8.12.22)

PART II (ongoing list as of 8.18.22)

Distracted (fem!reader) by @roanniom

Inexperienced Eddie Being All Flustered; Soft, Gentle Sex w/Eddie; Eddie’s Guitar Pick Necklace (fem!reader) by @ringpop-poppy

Give it a Try (fem!reader) by @tenseoyong

Baby Talk (fem!reader) by @strangermarvelss

Nothing Else Matters (fem!reader) Part 1, Part 2 by @eddiesdenimvest

Eddie’s Throne (fem!reader) by @eddiesdenimvest

Good Boy and Insatiable Girl (fem!reader) by @peterthepark

18 (fem!reader) Part 1, Part 2 by @eddiesdenimvest

Eddie relieving you while you watch fireworks from your window (fem!reader) by @erosso

No One Knows (fem!reader) by @goldustwomun

When We Were High (fem!reader) Part 1, Part 2 by @eddiemunsonswhxre

Move Me, Baby (fem!reader) by @cryptidcasanova

Camping (fem!reader) @munson-trashcan

Wrapped Around Your Finger (fem!reader) by @lilacletter

Can I Borrow Your Bed? (fem!reader) Part I, Part II by @hard-candy-writing

Play Pretend (fem!reader) Part 1, Part 2 by @webslinger-holland

“Good Morning Sweetheart” (fem!reader) by @dakotalun

"I'm not wearing any underwear... thought you'd like to know." (fem!reader) by @mypoisonedvine

Drink the Lake (fem!reader) by @silkscream

Boo? and Boo? Spellbound (fem!reader) by @eagerbby

Only You (fem!reader) by @eagerbby

First Time (fem!reader) by @forever-rogue

Just Where Our Bones Will Rest (fem!reader) by @indouloureux

She’s Trouble (fem!reader) by @wroteclassicaly

Made For Lovin’ You (fem!reader) by @xechowritesx

New Sensation and Need You Tonight (fem!reader) by @darkdarkroom

Mechanic!Eddie (fem!reader) by @sweetpeapod

Series (ongoing and 3+ parts)

Worlds Apart (fem!reader) Parts 1 through 12 here [*will update as chapters are released] by @munsons-maiden

I Just Want You [another epic series, loving it!] (fem!reader) Parts 1 through 14 here [*will update as chapters get released] by @eddiesdenimvest

Dealer’s Choice; Double Down; Down to the Felt; Take The Edge Off (fem!reader) by @ohcaptains

When I Think About You, I Touch Myself Part I and Part II; Call Me [part of the same series] (fem!reader) by @prettyboyeddiemunson

Ourobouros [3-part series] (fem!reader) by @rosemaremembrance

Meet the Munsons (fem!reader) by @mypoisonedvine

Spring Break (fem!reader) Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 by @strangermarvelss

Days of the Week: Tuesdays?, Wednesdays, Thursdays, Saturday, Sunday, Monday (fem!reader) by @munson-trashcan

A Little Push (fem!reader) Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 (Part 3 is Steddie x fem!reader) by @ladyfogg

Forbidden Fruit (fem!reader) Part I, Part II by @munsonquinns

STEDDIE x READER

@peachesworld96 has an incredible series with more to come! Best read in order IMO but do your thing

Good Vibrations (fem!reader)

Good Old Fashioned Lover Boys (fem!reader)

Crazy On You (fem!reader)

Burning For You (fem!reader)

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one, two, three (fem!reader) by @indiefilmfatale

Rock The Night (fem!reader) by @stranger-nightmare

Wild Parts [series] (fem!reader) Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV by @xdirtyx

Matters of Taste (fem!reader) by @rosemaremembrance

Dangerous Woman (fem!reader) by @eddiemslvt

There’s No I In Threesome [series] (fem!reader) Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 by @corrodedhawkins

Baby (fem!reader) by @eddiemunsonbrxinrot

A Little Push, Part 3 (fem!reader) by @ladyfogg

Meddle About (fem!reader) by @peterthepark

JOSEPH QUINN x READER

One of my favorites is the Sleepless series by @timejumpbucky holy God it’s sweltering

Sleepless [Part 1] (fem!reader)

Sleepless [Part 2] (fem!reader)

Other amazing JQxReader fics:

Love Me More (afab!reader) by @indouloureux

Reader and Joseph on Honeymoon (fem!reader) by @indouloureux

Role Play (fem!reader) by @corrodedhawkins

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alexa-crowe · 3 years

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Perfumed Words (Do Not Go Unsaid)

With encouragement from @aluvian, I’ve started writing a series of snippets into Mulder and Scully’s lives in the AU where they get together in season one and have a child together in season two. The snippets are all named after flowers and will be published whenever I finish a few. As of right now, I’m planning for each to be set in or at the time of an episode, though some won’t be actually featuring an episode. I’m posting here because AO3 is too daunting since I’m notoriously bad at finishing/continuing multi-chapter stories but I want to get this out. ILYA.

Daffodil.

The spark was there from the moment they met, living in snarky comedic remarks and uncontainable smiles in a basement office. Scully didn’t believe in love at first sight but she had to acquiesce to the fact that she might just fall in love with Fox Mulder. In her heart, it felt like he’d lifted her up on his shoulders and now she was delirious with revelations and her face pointed heavenward. Had she ever truly loved someone before? She’d certainly never felt so much for someone as she did for Mulder.

Mosquito bites and midnight confessions and she might be in love with him already. Laying on his motel bed, bare legs covered in the flimsy blanket that came with it, Scully wanted to crawl into his lap and kiss him, enfolding him in so much love that he’d forget he’d ever hurt before. She’d told herself that her assignment to the X-Files as Mulder’s babysitter was God testing her but if so, He was testing her in a very different way than she’d thought.

Poppy.

Nine months and her overwhelming emotions were still as consuming. It didn’t help that Ahab was dead, leaving a void in the fabric of her life. Mulder was confusing, too; he wanted her to believe but as soon as she started to do so when he didn’t he shut her down. I’m not your foil, she wanted to cry out. I’m not here to complement you. I’m here to find the truth, and I’m not going to give up my sense of self to do so. I’m not a pawn. She didn’t say any of that, weak as she was for approval, no matter how she tried to fight against what was instilled in her as a child. But, at the end of the day, he cared, as showcased when he’d cupped her cheek in the office. His tenderness was startling; it was rare that someone cared so much without gaining anything.

“Dana,” he’d called her. In the wake of her father’s death, it felt like benediction. She’d wanted to kiss him then, too, and drown in his embrace. She’d wanted him to fill all the empty spaces in her person and tell her that he was proud, like she wanted Ahab to be proud of her. He’d read her dissertation, and knowing him, the whole thing instead of just leafing through. He was thorough.

Yellow Hyacinth.

Not once had Scully ever felt so worked up with jealousy in her entire life. Not when Charlie got a car at 16 while she got one at 18. Not even when she caught Nathan Leesa making out with Meghan Vansen behind the bleachers after he asked Scully to prom since Meghan had just broken up with her boyfriend because he was going to Spain for a semester abroad after they’d made plans for college together and Nate was so up for it that he just left Scully when she was in the bathroom even though he said he’d wait and that they’d dance but no, teenage boys are shit.

Not even when she’d seen Meghan’s tongue sneak into Nate’s mouth had she been so jealous as she was right now, watching this clearly-fake redhead get all up in Mulder’s space. Her presence was all-consuming and, though Mulder said he knew the tricks she had up her sleeve, she saw no denial from him. He let Phoebe pull him around and he fell for it, hook line and sinker, leaving Scully to manage what she felt while trying to stay organized to save lives.

Complaining as she was, she wasn’t quite ready to admit the truth of the matter.

#txf #fanfiction #mine

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promisedneverwrite · 3 years

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Until Dawn

A Vamp! Poppy x Werewolf Bea fic

A retelling of Queen B with added story plot

Tag list: @somewillwin @veenast @stanzoeywade @shows-simp-card @barnibumblr @tragic-tm @baexpoppy @noixngn @ashleyfenner @zeusasterion @captainpowerless @louvmin @maskedalienfreak @thescarycatishere @feliiix @depressedfrenchfry @spoonanarmadillo @amswanmills @frozelemonade @waterinathermostat @rayvenz3 @wolfietheduckyou @chipo1804 @soft-round-bees @lazynightmareblaze @somin-yin @jiozkiii

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A/N: Might be a little late in uploading the next chapter after this one because I’ll be watching Critical Role. :)

Chapter XIX

Bea sleeps in and wakes later in the late morning greeted by Zoey, Taylor and Penelope who had made her breakfast while she slept. Zoey bounces over from the kitchen and presents her with a cappuccino and soft kiss on the cheek.

“Good morning, gorgeous.” Bea beames.

“It is now! You guys spoil me too much.”

“I know. And you know what else is incredible?” Zoey shows her the post the T wrote and Bea snorts.

“It’s what he deserves.” Penelope comments as she sips on her coffee. Taylor nods, eating her omelete. Bea sits next to Taylor at the counter sniffing the plates of food. Bea grins at the omelete decorated with a ketchup smiley face and takes it, shoveling a spoon of it into her mouth with a happy hum.

“He’s lucky he won't be around long enough for me to get my hands on him.” Zoey rants. Bea smiles, patting her hand and swallowing her food.

“I’m just glad to be rid of him.” Zoey smiles softly at her then grins widely.

“Okay, operation forget Benji is officially underway. We’re all gonna get cute, blow off class, and go for gelato.” Bea raises a brow at her.

“Get cute? Y'all are always cute.” Zoey and Penelope roll their eyes at her and Bea laughs along with Taylor.

“You know what I mean. Get dressed! We’re gonna show The T and everybody that you're coming out of this mess on top.” Bea looks to Penelope and Taylor.

“You guys free?” Penelope pouts

“I still have some work the dean wants me to do.” Bea nods then turns to Taylor.

“I have a date with Benedict.” Bea smiles teasingly.

“Oooo~.” Bea wiggles her brows as Taylor blushes. Penelope and Taylor leave after saying their goodbyes with Bea giving them hugs.

Bea dresses casually, in a pair of dark jeans and leather jacket over a thin pullover hoodie. As soon as they leave the door they are immediately met with a whole bunch of people just hanging around. Bea notices that Poppy is not among the crowd, strange.

From among the crowd Ford comes jogging over.

“Oh hey, Bea, are you okay? Heard about the Benji stuff. That’s wild!” Bea was touched, her dude bro came to see her.

“OMG, yeah, I read all about it on The T! You’re so brave, Bea.” One girl speaks.

“What happened, Bea? We wanna know everything!” The crowd starts throwing questions at her until Zoey steps in.

“Okay, okay, people. I know Bea’s a star, but let’s take it one question at a time!”

“So it really did happen like The T said? Benji actually made a shrine for you?” Trixie asks.

“Yeah, little shit built this weird statue out of old food and everything, he broke my phone trying to stop me from getting help.”

“That’s sooo gross.” Bea nods.

“A thing of nightmares… or someone's sleep paralysis demon.” They all collectively shiver at the image.

“Is it true you kicked his ass?” Bea smirked.

“Oh yeah. Poor boy didn’t stand a chance.”

“God, you’re such an inspiration. I’m gonna take up kickboxing because of you.” Bea gives Ohio a thumbs up. More people bombard her with questions and she stays by Zoey’s side leaning a bit on her for support when someone approaches.

“So, Bea Hughes. The woman of the hour and dare I say the academic year. The people want answers, and I gotta say, I’m personally interested in getting your take on all this, straight from the source.” Bea only blinks and nods slowly at the guy.

“Thomas! Rare to see you in the middle of the drama. Usually you’re curating from afar.” Zoey greets him.

“Uh hi.” Bea greets a bit awkwardly the guy smiles.

“Thomas Stiles, editor of The T. I’ve been looking forward to meeting you.”

“Oh… okay!” Zoey pats her shoulder and sighs.

“Mind answering a question or two for the blog today? We’d like to know how you’re doing.” Bea looks to Zoey who nods. She looks back at Thomas and nods.

“Sure!”

“Awesome, thanks. Jumping right in… last night must’ve been extremely stressful. Care to tell our reader’s where your head's at?”

“I’m feeling angry, but powerful. To put it bluntly, the world should have its act together by now. Nobody should have to look over their shoulder for the next person who’s gonna harass them. Or pretend like their obsession is a compliment.”

“Damn straight!”

“It’d be a cold day in hell before I let anyone like that weasel their way into my life and try to control it.”

“Yeah, you show’em Bea!”

“Sounds like Belvoire digs your daily dose of empowerment. One more question. Anyone who isn’t living under a rock has noticed how big of a splash you’ve made this year. You’ve inspired admiration and envy, and found friends, followers, and enemies alike. Any words for those who may doubt you?”

“A word for my haters? Have fun being sad. While you’re busy stewing on your negativity and inferiority complexes. I’m gonna be out living my best life, eating Gelato with my main squeeze.” Bea hugs Zoey to her who laughs hugging her back.

Thomas watches them before he speaks.

“Hey, I’ve got one more thing to run by you, off the record, if you have a minute.” Bea glances at Zoey who shrugs and Bea follows him to a picnic table. “I noticed… Poppy didn’t seem very happy that you were okay.” Bea stayed silent, face passive as he went on. She wasn’t here first of all. She didn’t see what comments were on the T, but Poppy wasn’t one to not say what she felt to a person's face as soon as she heard the news. “I knew she was petty, but to be upset that you weren’t hurt? That’s a whole ‘nother level. I haven't spoken out against her since she almost got me expelled.”

“Expelled?”

“Let’s just say Poppy and I had a little, uh, ‘spat’ about something I posted a few years back.”

“Hm.”

“I’m technically not allowed to say. Stipulation of keeping my post as editor. But… she’s proven time and time again that she’ll do anything to cut down her enemies. Why should I protect her secrets? And this is big. This dirt could ruin Poppy and her family. You seem like you have the backbone to use it wisely, if you’re interested?” Bea furrows her brow at him.

“I’ll have to decline. I’m running a bit late for my gelato run, so you’ll have to excuse me.”

“Oh uh sure. No problem, thanks again for your input for The T.” Bea nods and glomps Zoey with a kiss on the cheek and they go get Gelato and lattes before going to Junior comp.

They sat in the common room later that night sipping on wine and absently switching channels on the tv. Bea had gotten her new phone delivered and she was in the process of trying to get her memory card out of the old one. She cursed that the thing was so small, as she stuck her tongue out in concentration trying to get it out. Zoey secretly took photos as Bea was concentrating.

“So what did Thomas want to talk to you about?” Bea let out a whoop as she held the tiny thing between her fingers. Now to move it to her new one.

“He was asking if I wanted to know about some dirt he had that could ruin Poppy’s family. I declined.” Bea carefully opens the side part of her phone and then clicks the memory card in place and carefully closes the side.

“Why? This could have put Poppy in her place.” Bea shakes her head.

“That’s not my brand. Besides, this is between me and Poppy. I’m not dragging her family into it when they have no involvement.” Bea turns on the new phone and waits.

“You are a way to kind a soul for this school.” Zoey siddles up next to her on the couch and Bea smiles resting her head on Zoey’s.

“Oh hey everything is saved.” Bea looks at her notifications and texts and feels a bit overwhelmed by the number that seems to keep growing by the second. Zoey whistles.

“Oof, might wanna get that handled boo. Just looking at it is giving me a migraine.” Bea laughs and opens her messages, Poppy's answering text from the other night coming in.

I poisoned those apples, have fun trying to find someone who would actually kiss your stupid face awake

Bea laughs and the text is overtaken by other texts coming in. She would respond later… if she remembered.

A knock sounds at the door making them both look at it.

“I’ll get it.” Bea pockets her phone and stands to open the door finding a package and a note. Zoey looks over curious.

“What is it?” Bea shuts the door bringing the package over to her sitting on the couch. Bea picks up the note attached and reads it aloud.

“‘You are cordially invited to take leave of your senses and your inhibitions at the bacchanalia to end all bacchanalias. I know this party is way better than anything you’ve ever been invited to in your sad life, but I have you covered. I even got you something to fit the theme. Why fight when we can party? Love, Poppy.’” Zoey scoffs.

“Love? As if. She’s up to something.” Bea opens the box and tilts her head.

“Victorian era pjs?” Zoey just shakes her head.

“Lord have mercy.” Bea looks over the note again, her eyes narrowing at invitation.

The Bacchanalia. Bea had heard the name before. It was a big celebration mostly known by its roman origin as drunken revelry of the roman god Bacchus. In the supernatural world, it was a big thing, to see that the name and activities seemed to leak into the elitist bunch of the human world as an exclusive party wasn’t so surprising. But Bea also knew it was a vampiric tradition, and it wouldn’t do well if there really was someone there that was invited to find her. Especially since it was on a night where the moon was full, the wolf was in more control during times like these. Bea plays with the leather strap secured on her wrist, yeah this was not okay.

“No way, this has traps written all over it.” Zoey pouted and hopped to her holding her at arm's length.

“Bea.” Zoey pleaded with full force. Bea turned her eyes away lest she be dragged into them.

“No Zo, this rings all my alarms, the name, the secrecy, and that atrocious dress.” Bea gave the dress a nasty look as Bubbie was using it as a toy with a few rips already in place. What a good boy.

“But think about the pros if you go!” Bea sighed as Zoey put an arm around her and waved in front of her like there was something there. There wasn't… much to Bea’s confusion. This was like the second time this happened.

“I can think of a million cons.” Zoey waved her off.

“Listen, we all know Poppy is a monster, but before you go making assumptions hear me out.” Bea mused looking at Zoey’s cute face and she sighed.

“Fine, but only cause you’re cute.” Zoey batted her eyes and smiled at her.

“Always am. But I mean this is a great opportunity to beat her in her own game.” Bea rose a brow. “Just being invited already marks you as Belvoire’s elite, regardless of what Poppy’s intentions are. And on a personal note I would love to go! I’ve never even gotten an invite. I mean look! My name! In gold ink!” Bea’s face softened at her excited look.

“I don’t know Zo.”

“Okay okay how about this, with the party going on you’ll have free rein to discover all of the Zetas and Poppy’s dirty little secrets.”

Bea thought about it, it was true while everyone was off drinking, among other things, she could sneak around. She could keep an eye on any potential vampires who came too, there was that. And she could keep an eye on Zoey and Poppy.

“Alright,” Bea saw Zoey’s eyes light up. “But before that do we have a plan?”

“Nope! I didn’t think too far past, get Bea to go so that I can do body shots off of a model’s belly button. Any ideas?” Bea had to hand it to Zoey’s tenacity to have fun.

“We could steal all their food.” Bea hums thinking about it. Zoey sighs.

“Not if you don’t eat it all first, I know you Beatrice.” Bea chuckles sheepishly, she was right. “So is that a yes… are we going?”

“Only because I know how much you want to go. Can’t leave you without a bodyguard to keep rabid fans away.” Zoey cheered and hugged her excitedly. Bea laughed and hugged her back. “So what do we do now?”

“Well first we get rid of that monstrosity… oop nevermind.” Zoey laughs as Bubbie drags the dress letting out tiny growls as he rough houses the thing. They both coo and take pictures for a good few minutes before getting ready for the party.

Zoey was practically bouncing from foot to foot as Bea emerged from her room dressed in the lingerie Zoey suggested she wear.

“Hot!” Bea’s body involuntarily shivers, her wolf just waiting to jump out.

“I’m actually a little cold.” Her leather bracelet was tucked away in a box in her room. She’d just have to bear with her baser instincts tonight, hopefully she wouldn’t be too crazy tonight.

Zoey laughs and kisses her cheeks and practically drags her to the party. Zoey clung to her warm body as they walked across campus to the Zeta house in nothing but their lingerie greeted by Micheal at the door.

“You ladies look like you’re ready to party.”

“Ew.” Bea chuckles at Zoey’s deadpan greeting. Eventually they get in and take in the decorations, the lighting, the smell and Bea whistles.

“They’ve really outdone themselves huh?”

Bea hears her before she sees her, the distinct walk and floral perfume. “Yes, I would say I've really gone above and beyond with this one. Thank you for noticing, Bea.” Bea and Zoey turn to find Poppy flanked by Veronica and Chloe both in lingerie. Bea purrs at the sight, before shaking her head. Focus. Poppy notices and she smiles a mischievous twinkle in her eye. “Glad to see you both could make it. Even though you decided to blatantly disobey me by wearing this… this.” Bea sees Poppy eyes take her in her gaze struggling to keep away from her muscles and the tattoos peeking from places only visible if fully naked. Bea smirks.

“What’s wrong Pop, don’t have anything bad to say about my outfit?” Poppy caught her gaze, a look of surprise and embarrassment. Veronica answers for her.

“Uh yeah, because that look is straight fire.” Poppy turns on Veronica.

“Veronica!” Chloe bounces from foot to foot in excitement.

“Ohmygod, Poppy, she even has those stockings you were looking for. The ones you said you couldn’t find anywhere!” Chloe eyes the stockings.

“Of course I could find them if I wanted to! I just… changed my mind on what to wear, that’s all.”

“Someone sounds biiiiiiiitteeeeeer.” Bea sickered as Zoey sang it.

“Hey, Farmsville, lookin’ good!... very good.” Liam Gill and Carter walk over in designer boxers.

“You’re making me feel overdressed. Maybe I should lose another layer.” Bea snorted at Carter.

“I don’t think anyone would mind that view. Nice boxers by the way.” Bea fist bumps him and Carter laughs. Poppy narrows her eyes at the two of them, her eyes lingering on Bea.

“Carter! What the hell! I’m standing right here.” Carter glares.

“And I’m a free agent, remember? I can talk to whoever I want.”

Poppy fumes seething on the side before glancing at both she and Zoey. Poppy’s face twitches eyes lingering on the scar on Bea’s shoulder and then smiles.

“Well. I know when I’ve lost. You two enjoy the party.” And then she leaves. Chloe and Veronica are just as startled by her departure as they stumble after her, the boys follow a bit after. Bea and Zoey look at each other in unison.

“That was weird AF, right?” Bea nods at Zoey’s comments as she keeps her eyes on Poppy as she walks. Poppy catches her gaze, a small smirk appearing on her face before she disappears in the crowd. Bea hums, did Albert tell her something?

“Def sus… we should be on our guard.” But Zoey’s attention is on a waiter in a speedo and bowtie carrying shots.

“Yeah, yeah, yup, totally…” Bea snorts at Zoey.

“Or we could do shots first.” Zoey hugs her arm and chants.

“SHOTS! SHOTS! SHOTS! SHOTS!” Bea chuckles as she waves a waiter taking two and downing them one after the other. The tension in her body released. Bea takes a breath trying to calm herself, the scents already doing something to her body. Sheesh. Maybe leaving the house without her bracelet was not a good idea.

“Okay so, Poppy’s totally gonna be watching us, so there’s no way we could get up to her room and set our non-plan plan into motion. We need to wait for the perfect moment to make our move. Meanwhile, we can worry about boosting your rep. All you have to do is have some drinks, be the life of the party, rub some elbows… rub a little something else if you feel so inclined.” Bea glances around then up to see Poppy watching from above.

“Alright alright, pass me another shot.” Bea clinks her glass with Zoey’s then makes eye contact with Poppy as she raises her glass before downing it. Zoey twirls Bea and gives her butt a little slap. Well if Zoey was giving her the go ahead… she guessed everyone was fair game.

“Get out there and make me proud! Do everything I would do!” Zoey wanders off a dimly lit hallway enticed by the sounds of laughter and the scent of massage oil. Bea scans the room and ends up flirting at the chocolate fountain with a zeta girl, licking chocolate off her chest and leaving a little something to remember her by, then to play twister with Tasha and Luis, teasing Tasha enough to fall and lose and giving her a ear nibble for good effort. Bea makes her final stop by Chloe and Micheal by an ice sculpture slide. Chloe pours champagne from the top and it slides down towards Micheal’s mouth.

“Well, since I’m already up here… Bea, do you want in or what?” Bea smirks up at her.

“I’ll take my drink with a kiss.” Bea smiles as Chloe’s cheeks pinken as she descends the ladder.

“Normally, I’d say like, ‘Ew, never in a million years’ but it is the spirit of Bacon-alia after all…” she takes a big swig and then pulls Bea to her mouth.

“You’re so cute.” Bea meets her lips, hands settling on her hips pulling her flush against her. Bea tastes the sweet and tangy flavor of the drink as Chloe tangles her tongue with her own. Bea nips at Chloe’s bottom lip and she hears her whine as she pulls away her breathing a bit ragged. Bea likes the flushed look of her looking at her lips. Bea purrs at the sight seeing Chloe rub her thighs together. Bea’s fingers dance along Chloe’s sides as she smiles down at her with a heated look on her face.

“Mm, maybe I’ll take another drink.” Chloe only nods.

“...for bacon-alia.” Bea stifles her laugh as Chloe forgets about the champagne to kiss her again. Bea hums as she feels eyes on her. Guess her scent was doing its thing, it tended to be stronger during the full moon.

“Why why why is there that stupid no camera rule.” Michael complains. Bea pulls away from the kiss ignoring Chloe’s little whine as she addresses Micheal.

“Because if it wasn’t secret, it wouldn’t be any fun. Right Chloe?” Chloe only nods. Bea gives her a kiss on the cheek and gives a little wave as she leaves. Bea can feel eyes on her and Bea turns to where she can feel the heated gaze. Poppy’s eyes are narrowed, fist clenched to her side. Bea tilts her head with a mischievous smile and mouths

Wanna play? Poppy seems to huff and then mouths back

Try and find me first. Farmsville. She disappears in the crowd and Bea chuckles. Dramatic isn’t she? Bea lets her wait, Poppy’s frustration at waiting would probably make their meeting all the more sweeter then.

Scoping around for more activities through the night Bea feels a warm hand on her shoulder to see Veronica.

“I was wondering if I’d see you again tonight. I have a proposition for you. You’re free right now, yeah?” Bea thinks.

“I am… doing whatever you are doing.” Veronica smiles and slips her hand into Bea’s who gasps as she pulls Bea into a dimly lit hallway until the music fades.

“Veronica! You sinner! Hand-holding?!” Veronica laughs before going inside a room. Bea’s eyes look at the scene intrigued as Chloe and Poppy are in the middle of a heated make out while Carter, Luis, Liam, Trixie, Micheal, and Tasha are sitting in a circle cheering them on.

Poppy gives Chloe another quick peck on the lips before leaning back with a grin. When she spots Bea an annoyed look crosses her face. Maybe from her taking too long once again.

“What the hell is she doing here? I only said cool people only.”

“Yeah, well, you already got most of them. At least Bea’s hot.” Bea shrugs.

“So what’s happening?” Poppy flicks her hair and responds.

“We’re playing a game of Suck and Blow.”

“Inner circle only of course.” Trixie adds with a smile.

“You know how to play, right Bea?” Luis smiles. Bea smirks.

“Of course I do.” Bea demonstrates while staring directly at Poppy. “Nothin to it.”

“Is anyone else totally not surprised that Bea is an expert at sucking and blowing.” Poppy matches her stare with the small quirk of her lips.

“Ah well if you need any pointers I’d be happy to help.” Bea winks at her, blowing a kiss. The tips of Poppy ears are red. Strike one.

“So? You in? You can sit next to me.” Poppy glares at Veronica, clearly not happy with the sudden interest she had in her.

“I’d love to play, especially if it makes Poppy’s face do that. You jealous, Pop?” Poppy’s lip curls before she shakes it off. Bea squeezes between Veronica and Carter, her shoulder touching either side of theirs.

“Something told me you’d be down.” Bea watches amused as Chloe only gives Michael a peck, then passes it to Poppy, then to Carter who catches it before it could fall and Poppy’s pissed. Bea almost drops the paper as Carter passes it to her trying to hold her laughter. Veronica leans in a slight smirk on her lips and Bea drops it just as she’s in a hair's breadth away from her lips.

“Wow, how clumsy am I?” Bea gives a sly smile as her eyes drop to Veronica’s lips up to her eyes teasingly. Glancing at Poppy who fumes. Strike two.

“Yeah, I bet.” Veronica whispers this against Bea’s lips just before the sweet taste of her cherry lip gloss floods her senses. Veronica catches Bea’s face in her palms, drawing her deeper as her tongue slips between her lips and slides against it.

“Oh, come on.” But Bea ignores Poppy, focusing on Veronica’s fierce and sweet kiss. Bea’s hands slide up her bare thighs as they continue and Bea teasingly sucks on Veronica’s tongue as she breaks away gasping. Bea hums licking her bottom lip and leaning back as Veronica smiles at her.

“Not bad, Bea. Not bad at all.” Bea glances back at Poppy to see her red in the face. Strike three.

“Aww what’s wrong, Pop? Do you want a kiss too? We can redo our halftime show kiss.” Bea crawls across the circle with a cool smirk on her face as she takes a paper between her fingers raising her eyebrow suggestively. “What do you say, Pop?” Poppy scoffs.

“You know I’m not the kind of girl to back down from a challenge.”

“Good. Because I dare you.” Bea lips twitch up as Poppy plucks the paper from her hand and flicks it aside. Poppy puts her hands on either side of her face as she pulls Bea into a kiss. Bea meets her, hands roaming Poppy’s sides. Bea’s hand moves up as they continue to lock lips, fingers grazing the bottom of her bra drawing a small muffled sound from Poppy, Bea hums at that. Bea moves her other hand to her hip giving it a little squeeze that has Poppy gasping enough to let Bea in her mouth, her tongue slipping in to touch her own. Poppy pulls back first breathing hard and Bea wipes her bottom lip of Poppy’s spit with her thumb eyes dark. Poppy looks at her and focuses on her eyes, her cheeks a little red.

“I hate to say it, Bea, but you're incredible with your tongue.”

“I aim to please. But be careful Pop, people might start to think you actually like me.” And like that Poppy snaps from her trance pushing Bea away with a huff which had Bea laughing.

“Whatever, this is getting lame.”

“Awww, I was hoping for another round with Chloe.” Bea turns to Chloe and sees her blush and she winks at her. “Maybe next time.” Poppy looks ready to burst, but that’s exactly what Bea wants. She wasn’t finished yet, not even close.

But Poppy gets up leaving, with everyone else coming along with her. Bea stops Veronica putting a hand on her thigh. She turns to look at Bea and smiles. Poppy stops turning to Veronica.

“Veronica, are you coming or what?”

“Uh I think Bea wanted to talk to me about something.”

“You’re free to join the conversation, Pop. Unless you’d like to talk alone in private?” Poppy’s face turns red as Bea waits for her answer. She slams the door shut behind her and Veronica smirks crawling across the floor over to Bea gaze smoldering, Bea’s is all the same.

“Hungry for something sweet, huh, Bea?”

“Ravenous.” Bea’s eyes glow just a little brighter as they tangle in the bed together.

Bea walks away from the encounter body free of any marks, despite Veronica’s many attempts, she didn’t think Veronica could claim the same. Her beast was sated for now, it would only be a matter of time before it ramped up again. She meets Zoey in the fouyer, who’s looking a little flushed and breathless when she catches up to her.

“I know there's no pics allowed rule at this party, but boy have I painted a mental picture of your antics tonight.” Bea bows with a smile.

“Thank you, thank you, I do my best.” Zoey looks around and gives her the ‘it’s go time’ face.

“‘Kay, Poppy’s officially preoccupied. You remember where her bedroom is right?” Bea cracks her neck from side to side.

“Yep.”

“I’ll keep watch in the hall while you raid her lair. If I see anything sus, I’ll shoot you a text.”

“If you guys have something planned, you’d better do it now.” They both turn to see Taylor looking more anxious than usual. “Poppy’s definitely up to something. She’s been wearing that ‘I know something you don’t smirk’ all night. I-I don’t know what it is, but I did hear a rumor about this Bacchanalia tradition… something they call ‘the human sacrifice’.” Bea tensed eyes narrowed. She hadn’t sensed anything supernatural.

“What does that mean? Was it the dress she sent over? You’d def sacrifice your pride wearing that.” But when they turn back to Taylor she’s already gone.

“Oop and she’s gone. But worry not Zo, I’ll figure it out.”

“And how…?” Bea grinned.

“Secret~. Now, I have to go before she finds out I’m gone.” Bea sniffs and she smiles as she feels a familiar body heat by her elbow and the scent of cherries.

“Oh my god.” Zoey gasps as she sees Veronica. She was littered with love bites, some more prominent than others. They were in areas she could easily cover after this, she wasn’t rude. Bea could see her legs still shaking a bit, and Veronica noticed and gave her a weak shove to her shoulder.

“Look, if you’re trying to sneak around Poppy’s room, you’re gonna need a distraction. She’ll get suspicious if she notices you’re gone.”

“I don’t suppose you're offering yourself for that role…?”

“It's… shockingly nice of you to offer and all, but I saw her splashing around with Ford in the fountain out back, if you know what I mean.” Bea chuckles. Schmoozing it up with her best bro dude after she did her own. Jealousy at its finest.

“Yeah, and I’m telling you. I’ve hooked up with Ford before and if six minutes is all you need…” Bea smiles.

“One, can’t relate,” Veronica smirks. “Two, I need all the help I can get. If she comes back inside…”

“I got you. I’ll make up some random gossip to keep her entertained for a little while.”

“Great! Easy peasy.” Zoey takes hold of her shoulders looking straight in her eyes.

“Get in there and do what you came to do. Whatever it takes. I’ve got your back.”

Bea puffs her chest saluting then sneaking away.

She reaches Poppy’s room fairly easily. Still the same decor and flowery smell. She searches around her nightstand and pauses at the pearlesque vibrator within.

“Hmmm, I should have used this on her that night.” She shakes away the images of Poppy squirming under her breathless and flushed. Focus! She searches the other drawers, finding a lockbox, probably too small for a purse but you never know with her. Bea hummed, she could easily break it open but that would just be rude as well as point out that someone went through it. Into her musings the door opened and Carter appeared.

“What are you doing here?” Bea turns to Carter and smiles.

“Carter! Perfect, where's Poppy’s purse?” Carter looks at her surprised.

“Wow. You really just came right out with it, huh?”

“Yes, I’m in a time crunch, now where?” Carter laughs.

“I’ll do better than that. I’ll give you a hand finding her purse, if you want one.” Bea smiles and fists bumps him.

“You sure dude? Poppy could cancel you like forever.” Carter shakes his head and laughs.

“Let her try. She’s already done everything she can to humiliate me, and I’m still standing. I’ve been wanting the chance to get back at her for a while. Teaming up with you is exactly what I need.”

“Teaming up with me might piss off some of your friends though. You okay with that?”

“Friends… is a strong word. I know there’s a couple of guys who would have my back no matter what… but can I be honest?” Bea nods with a smile.

“Always.”

“It’s like… okay, so I’m new money. Just like you and your friend Zoey, right?” Bea nods waiting for him to continue. “Sometimes I feel like the king of the school, and sometimes I feel like if I wasn’t team captain no one would ever look twice at me. And it doesn’t help that Poppy always treated me like some stupid trophy boyfriend.” He gives a weak laugh and a shy grin. Baby boy. “That’s pretty stupid, right?”

“Not at all, having that kind of pressure on you all the time would be tough for anybody. And if your friends would ditch you if you weren’t the star football player or because you were dating the head bitch then screw them. Quality over quantity.”

“Yeah, you get it! That’s exactly what I mean. Sometimes I think I’d rather be on the outs with Poppy and her whole crew than be treated like the guy who just does one thing. And well, Bea, you seem like the type who sees the other stuff people are about. So if you want my help to take over…” he holds out his hand and Bea clasps it with a grin as they both flex.

“Welcome to the club bud!”

“Thanks for having me.”

“Now! Show me where she hides the goodies!” Bea rubs her hands together and Carter chuckles.

“Gladly. See, whenever she has a party, Poppy stashes her valuables where no one would think to look. I only know where it is because she used to send me upstairs to fetch her purse every five minutes when we were dating. Like a damn lapdog.”

“You must be devastated you’re not together anymore.” Bea jokes, Carter smiles.

“Totally, I’m heartbroken. I don’t know if I’ll ever love again.”

He moves over to the dresser and opens the bottom drawer then shoves the clothes to the side hooking his finger underneath and opening up a secret compartment. Bea blinks, she could use one of these for her own supernatural items.

“Wow…that's pretty genius.”

“Yeah, well, when you’ve got this many secrets, you need to be creative about hiding them.”

Bea cackles and snatches her purse laughing a bit maniacally when her eyes land on a manila folder labeled human sacrifice underneath it. She takes it and opens it, the smile on her face drops and Carter feels a nervous sweat as Bea looks at her own face staring back at her. She briefs over snippets of info about her family, news clippings of an accident that lead to her aunt's death and reports from small town tabloids about a grab for her cash. What the hell was this? She could feel the wolf in her soul growing, anger roiling inside it’s heart.

Bea grits her teeth, fist clenching and unclenching as she feels her blood beginning to boil underneath her skin. Not good. Carter gives her a concerned look.

“Hey, I’ll stall for time, you just grab Zoey and get out of here.” Bea only nods stiffly as he leaves.

Bea sits in silence for a minute before she begins to shake, the wolf's anger clouding her senses. Gripping the manila folder in her hand, Bea’s form shifted, her hands becoming larger, dark fur growing everywhere, teeth growing unnaturally sharper and longer. The wolf controlling the change didn’t care about the consequences of what this commotion would cause, it didn’t care and it definitely had no qualms in breaking things apart no matter who it was.

#queen b #zoey wade #bea hughes #poppy min sinclair #chloe st james #veronica lombardi #poppy x mc

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theburntromantic · 2 years

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Ships as lyrics from Made in the A.M. by One Direction

Fang Runin x Yin Nezha

(The Poppy War)

Unforgettable together, held the whole world in our hands

Unexplainable, a love that only we could understand

I know there's nothing I can do to change it, but is there something that can be negotiated?

My heart's already breaking, baby, go on, twist the knife

(Love You Goodbye)

Benedict Montagov x Marshall Seo

(These Violent Delights)

Feels like this could be forever tonight

Break these clocks, forget about time

There could be a World War 3 going on outside

You and me were raised in the same part of town

Got these scars on the same ground

Remember how we used to kick around just wasting time?

(A.M.)

Zoya Nazyalensky x Nikolai Lantsov

(King of Scars)

I said "you're on fire, babe"

Then down came the lightning on me

Love can be frightening for sure

All I know at the end of the day

Is you want what you want and you say what you say

And you follow your heart even though it'll break sometimes

(End of the Day)

Nina Zenik x Matthias Helvar

(Six of Crows)

Goodbyes are bittersweet

But it's not the end, I'll see your face again

And you will find me, in places that we've never been

For reasons we don't understand, Walking in the wind

I know we'll be alright, child, just close your eyes and see

I'll be by your side, any time you're needing me

(Walking in the Wind)

Pippa Fitz-Amobi x Ravi Singh

(A Good Girl's Guide to Murder)

All my life, you stood by me

When no one else was ever behind me

All these lights, they can't blind me

With your love, nobody can drag me down

(Drag Me Down)

Laila x Séverin Montagnet-Alarie

(The Gilded Wolves)

Point of no return and now it's just too late to turn around

I try to forgive you but I struggle 'cause I don't know how

We built it up so high and now I'm falling

It's a long way down, it's a long way down from here

(Long Way Down)

Jude Duarte x Cardan Greenbriar

(The Cruel Prince)

When you go and I'm alone

You live in my imagination

The summertime and butterflies

All belong to your creation

I love you, it's all I do, I love you

(Olivia)

Hanne Brum x Nina Zenik

(King of Scars)

In the middle of the night when the wolves come out

Headed straight for your heart like a bullet in the dark

One by one, I gotta take them down

We can run and hide, ain't going down without a fight

(Wolves)

Katniss Everdeen x Peeta Mellark

(The Hunger Games)

And it's alright

Calling out for somebody to hold tonight

When you're lost, I'll find a way, and I'll be your light

You will never feel like you're alone

I'll make this feel like home

(Home)

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twigstarpikachutroll22 · 3 years

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A running list of aro and ace spec headcanons

- Elsa from Frozen is aroace.

- Moana from Moana is aroace.

- Merida from Brave is aroace.

- Elena of Avalor is aroace.

- Sofia the First is aroace.

- Belle from Beauty and the Beast is demiromantic asexual.

- Tiana and Naveen from The Princess And The Frog are both demiromantic. Tiana is also demisexual.

- Vanellope Von Schweetz from Wreck-It Ralph is aroace.

- Poppy from Trolls is demiromantic. If Trolls aren’t all inherently asexual, then Branch might be demisexual. DJ Suki might be aroace, I’m not completely sure. Fuzzbert is definitely aroace though.

- Rainbow Dash, Applejack, Pinkie Pie, Fluttershy, and Twilight Sparkle from MLP are all somewhere on the aro spectrum and ace spectrum. Fluttershy is in a QPR with Discord, Pinkie Pie is in one with Cheese Sandwich, and it’s possible Rainbow Dash and Applejack are in one with each other.

- Judy Hopps and Nick Wylde from Zootopia are both somewhere on the aro spectrum and ace spectrum and they are in a QPR.

- Timon and Pumbaa from The Lion King are both aroace and they are in a QPR.

- Toot and Puddle from the Toot and Puddle books are aroace.

- Spongebob Squarepants is aroace (bro, the fact that he’s canonically ace is ASDGJKLQWERTYUIOPZXCVBNM =~D !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

- Entrapta and Hordak from SPOP are both demiromantic graysexual. Double Trouble is aromantic.

- Ash Ketchum from the Pokemon franchise is aroace.

- Albus Dumbledore, Minerva McGonagall, Luna Lovegood, and Neville Longbottom from the Harry Potter series are all aroace. (I don’t care if JKR says otherwise. They are aroace and nothing will change my mind on this.)

- Red from The Angry Birds Movie is grayromantic.

- David from Camp Camp is asexual.

- Mary Poppins is aroace.

- Jesus is aroace.

- Phineas Flynn-Fletcher from Phineas and Ferb is demiromantic asexual. Also, Perry the platypus (a.k.a. Agent P) is aroace.

- Sprig Plantar from Amphibia is demiromantic asexual. Polly Plantar is aroace. Anne Boonchoy might be grayromantic graysexual. Marcy Wu is either asexual or graysexual, possibly also demiromantic.

- Agatha from the School for Good and Evil series is grayromantic graysexual. August Sader is aroace.

- Annie Bianchi from Snow Lane is aroace.

- Lynn Loud Jr. from The Loud House is aromantic graysexual.

- Luz Noceda from The Owl House is ace. Steve is ace. The Collector is aroace.

- Miss Frizzle from The Magic Schoolbus is aroace.

- Wendsday Addams is aroace.

- Glossaryck from Star vs the Forces of Evil is aroace.

- Gertrude Robinson from The Magnus Archives is aroace.

- Dewey Duck and Violet Sabrewing from the Ducktales reboot are aroace. Huey, Louie, and Webby are all ace.

- Ashling from The Secret of Kells is aroace.

- Constance Contraire from The Mysterious Benedict Society is aroace.

- Po and Tigress from Kung Fu Panda are both aroace.

- Katherine Lundy from the Wayward Children series is aroace.

- Raven Queen from Ever After High is demiromantic asexual. Madeleine Hatter is an aroace lesbian. Kitty Cheshire is aroace.

- Jean Valjean from Les Miserables is aroace. Javert is grayromantic asexual.

- the Nomad from Nomad of Nowhere is aroace.

- Ophelia from the Mirror Visitor series is demiromantic asexual.

- Anya Forger from Spy X Family is grayromantic asexual.

- Hannah Foster from Starkid’s Hatchetfield musicals is aroace.

- Molly Blyndeff, Trixie Roughhouse, and Rick Shades from Epithet Erased are all aroace.

- Will Byers from Stranger Things is aroace.

- c!Technoblade and c!Slimecicle from DSMP are aroace. c!Tommyinnit might also be aroace.

- Sherlock Holmes is aroace

- the Doctor from Doctor Who is aroace

- Coraline from Coraline is aroace

- Barbie from the 2023 Barbie movie is aroace. Ken is asexual. All characters from all Barbie movies ever are asexual.

- Aguri Madoka from Doki Doki Precure is asexual and arospec in some way or other I’m not sure exactly.

- Haruhi Fujioka from Ouran Highschool Host Club is asexual.

- Nimona from Nimona is aroace.

- All the QSMP eggs are aroace.

- Ford Pines from Gravity Falls is aroace.

- Suzy Swanson from The Thing About Jellyfish is aroace.

- Bruno Madrigal from Encanto is aroace.

- Miko Iino from Kaguya-Sama: Love Is War is asexual

- Sans from Undertale is aroace.

- Kotoha Hanami from Mahou Tsukai Precure is aroace

- Ruru Amour from Hugtto Precure is aroace

- Caine from The Amazing Digital Circus is aroace

- Willy Wonka from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (and every adaptation of it) is aroace

#aromantic headcanons #saving this #aromantic #aro #aromanticism #asexuality #asexual #ace #asexual headcanons

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unfortunate-arrow · 2 years

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Sunset

“Come on, Poppy. It’ll be worth it. I promise,” Benedict Whitten called. “We’re almost there.”

“It better be, Ben,” his girlfriend, Poppy, grumbled as she followed him up yet another hill.

She’d agreed to a short hike and a night under the stars, not a trek up a mountain… or, technically, a number of hills. But, Benedict had consistently assured her that this hike would be worth it. They continued hiking for another thirty minutes, stopping only for a drink of water.

“Now! Here we are!” Benedict announced, sweeping his arm into a circle.

The sight was beautiful. The hills were a luscious dark green, dotted with the occasional cottage and sheep. The lake they’d crossed to reach their destination glittered in the setting sun. The sun’s descent had painted the sky with pinks, oranges, and purples.

Benedict set his backpack down on the ground and crossed the grassy clearing to where Poppy was standing near the edge of their hill. He slid his arms gently around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder. She startled for a moment, before settling into him.

“I guess you were right,” she grumbled.

“Huh?” he murmured.

“The hike was worth it, Ben.”

“Oh! Yeah. It’s beautiful here, isn’t?”

“Yes, it really is. How did you know about this?”

“I camped here once with Uncle Robert, Jack, and my cousins.”

They fell silent for a moment, just watching as the sun slipped behind the greenery.

“Hey, Poppy?” Benedict asked.

“Hmm?” She leaned back to turn her head to face him.

“I think that I love you.”

Her hand came up to rest on his cheek. “Well, I know that I love you too, Benedict Jasper.”

Day 7: Sunset for @usernoneexistent’s Summer Break Challenge, also featuring @cursebreakerfarrier’s Poppy Easterbrook

#summer break challenge 2022 #benedict x poppy #benedict whitten #poppy easterbrook #hpma #magic awakened #my aesthetic #my writing #and we close with the third whitten #i can never remember if we picked a ship name for them

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liss-99 · 3 years

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Yes, yes please do write some benophie 💛

Invisible String x 23

Looking back on their relationship years later, Sophie swore there was some invisible string tethering the two of them together.

When she was in college she took a semester abroad in America, Nashville, specifically. There was something about the bright green grass where she used to read in Centennial Park. She always thought she would meet somebody there. She later realized no one came because her heart was attached to his, threaded together before they even met.

When he was sixteen, Benedict worked at a yogurt shop to make a little money; his shirt was teal. Girls flirted with him and complimented how the shirt made his eyes pop. But nothing serious ever came of it, or of any other girls. He too would later realize it was because of the unseen connection he had with Sophie.

Time was a curious thing. Their paths could have crossed any number of times in any number of scenarios. They could have been lab partners in a freshman biology course. They could have drunkenly met at a concert, or one of them could have been the other’s client. Any of these situations, they truly believed would have brought them together. There had never been a compass to find the other, nor any signs of when it might occur. But, all along, it was as if there was some invisible string tying them together.

They thought time would stop being curious once they found each other; it didn’t. She was offered a dream job in Los Angeles, while his art studio in London was just taking off. So they did the long-distance thing. On his first trip to LA, some poppy song about bad blood echoed through the cab on his way from LAX to her apartment. It was strange, and new, just like their relationship.

It had been two months since Sophie moved, and he missed her like hell. She showed him all of her favorite places in LA, and they even at her favorite spot for dinner. Though it was difficult, they could each feel that invisible string, keeping them together no matter the location.

Three years after they’d started dating, her job found her a promotion, in London. They took a trip to The Lakes to celebrate both their anniversary and her promotion. Their waitress at lunch was bold; she compared Sophie to some American singer.

Again, they both recognized how mystical time was. It would cut them open, then heal them just fine. Throughout their years of long-distance, there were many times they didn’t think they’d make it. But then, that tethered attachment would reappear, reminding them of their love for each other.

It was that tethered attachment, that invisible string, along with the curious and mystical time that pulled Sophie out of all the wrong arms, into that dive bar in London all those years ago. She was finishing her graduate program, messing with the wrong boys, when some strange feeling compelled her to enter the dive bar. And there he was. The pull had been instantaneous as if he was meant to break through the barbed wire of her past mistakes and she through the chains wrapped around his demons, each a wool blanket for the other, to brave the seasons.

When they married, it was with a single band of gold on each of their left hands, a tangible characterization of the thread that had tied them together for so many years already.

Sophie no longer pictured the boys who once broke her heart, the cold steel of an axe to grind with them. Instead, she sent their babies presents. She often thought back to her and Benedict’s first anniversary, when he came to visit her in the states. She could remember the gold leaves of Centennial Park, and how she told him she used to read there in college, imagining she would meet someone. With his arm wrapped around her waist, she was glad her imagination hadn’t come true, no matter how difficult it had been.

Hell was the journey, but it had brought them heaven.

Sitting on their front stoop one evening, years into their marriage, the sound of children running and laughing inside their house, they sat, admiring the purple-pink sky, silently thanking time, wondrous time, and that invisible string.

Taylor Swift Bridgerton One-Shots

#benedict bridgerton #sophie beckett #benophie #benedict x sophie #an offer from a gentleman #taylor swift #invisible string #bridgerswift #bridgerton

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authorofemotion · 2 years

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My Physical TBR (under the cut)

because @bookdragon1811 enabled me :)

Currently Reading:

The ‘One Thing’ is Three by Michael E Gaitley; The Power of Silence by Robert Cardinal Sarah; Daughter of Redwinter by Ed McDonald; Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow by Gabrielle Zevin

Middle-Grade

- Peter Nimble and His Fantastic Eyes by Jonathan Auxier

- White Cat by Holly Black

- The Iron Trial by Holly Black and Cassandra Clare

- The School for Good and Evil (and books 2 and 3) by Soman Chainani

- The City of Ember by Jeanne DuPrau

- The Inquisitor’s Tale by Adam Gidwitz

- Howl’s Moving Castle by Diana Wynn Jones

- KOTLC: Exile by Shannon Messenger

- KOTLC: Everblaze by Shannon Messenger

- KOTLC: Neverseen by Shannon Messenger

- The Water and the Wild by KE Ormsbee

- The Thing About Leftovers by CC Payne

- The Blackthorn Key by Kevin Sands

- Splendors and Glooms by Laura Amy Schlitz

- The Mysterious Benedict Society by Trenton Lee Stewart

- Nevermoor: The Trials of Morrigan Crow by Jessica Townsend

Young Adult

- The Poet X by Elizabeth Acevedo

- Children of Blood and Bone (and Children of Virtue as Vengeance) by Tomi Adeyemi

- The Passion of Dolssa by Julie Berry

- Frostblood by Elly Blake (and Fireblood and Nightblood)

- The Atlas Six by Olivie Blake

- When Wishes Bleed by Casey L Bond

- Sky Without Stars by Jessica Brody and Joanne Rendell

- A Song of Wraiths and Ruin by Roseanne A Brown

- Graceling (and Fire) by Kristin Cashore

- A Study in Charlotte by Brittany Cavallaro

- The Last Namsara by Kristen Ciccarelli

- House of Dragons by Jessica Cluess

- A Winter’s Promise by Christelle Davis

- Ruthless Gods by Emily A Duncan

- Blessed Monsters by Emily A Duncan

- Wolf by Wolf (and Blood for Blood) by Ryan Graudin

- River Secrets by Shannon Hale

- The Ten Thousand Doors of January by Alice E Harrow

- Descendant of the Crane by Joan He

- Sea Witch by Sarah Hennings

- A Thousand Nights by EK Johnston

- These Broken Stars by Amie Kaufman and Megan Spooner

- The Shadows Between Us by Tricia Levenseller

- The Devouring Gray by Christine Lynn Herman

- Spin the Dawn by Elizabeth Lim

- Six Crimson Cranes by Elizabeth Lim

- Warcross (and Wildcard) by Marie Lu

- A Very Large Expanse of Sea by Tahereh Mafi

- People Like Us by Dana Mele

- Splinters of Scarlet by Emily Bain Murphy

- Holding Up the Universe by Jennifer Niven

- Radio Silence by Alice Oseman

- The Beauty of Darkness by Mary E. Pearson

- Bone Crier’s Moon by Kathryn Purdie

- Falling Kingdoms by Morgan Rhodes

- Sorcery of Thorns by Margaret Rogerson

- The Steelheart Trilogy by Brandon Sanderson

- Scythe by Neil Schusterman

- Ink in the Blood by Kim Smejkal

- Ever the Hunted by Erin Summerill

- The Amulet of Samarkand by Jonathan Stroud

- An Ember in the Ashes (and A Torch Against the Night) by Sabaa Tahir

- Strange the Dreamer (and Muse of Nightmares) by Laini Taylor

- The Tiger at Midnight by Swati Teerdhala

- The Hate U Give by Angie Thomas

- Everything, Everything by Nicola Yoon

- Fable by Adrienne Young

Adult

- The Stardust Thief by Chelsea Abdullah

- Ninth House by Leigh Bardugo

- The City of Brass by SA Chakraborty

- A Touch of Darkness by Scarlett st Clair

- All the Light We Cannot See by Anthony Doerr

- The Wedding Date by Jasmine Guillory

- the curious incident of the dog in the night-time by Mark Haddon

- The Midnight Library by Matt Haig

- The Fifth Season by NK Jemisin

- The Calculating Stars by Marie Robinette Kowal

- The Poppy War by RF Kuang

- The Lies of Locke Lamora by Scott Lynch

- The Last Magician by Lisa Maxwell

- Daughter of Redwinter by Ed McDonald

- The Starless Sea by Erin Morgenstern

- The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern

- Where the Crawdads Sing by Delia Owens

- The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss (and A Wise Man’s Fear)

- Ariadne by Jennifer Saint

- The Mistborn Trilogy by Brandon Sanderson

- Warbreaker by Brandon Sanderson

- The Way of Kings by Brandon Sanderson

- Vicious by VE Schwab

- A Darker Shade of Magic by VE Schwab

- The Near Witch by VE Schwab

- Salt to the Sea by Ruta Sepetys

- The Hating Game by Sally Thorne

- The Siren Queen by Nghi Vo

- The Golem and the Jinni by Helene Wecker

- The Way of Shadows by Brent Weeks

- Shadow’s Edge by Brent Weeks

- The Dictionary of Lost Words by Pip Williams

- The Bird King by G Willow Wilson

- Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow by Gabrielle Zevin

- Four Treasures of the Sky by Jenny Tinghui Zhang

Classics

- Emma by Jane Austen

- Persuasion by Jane Austen

- Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen

- Peter Pan by JM Barrie

- Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë

- Whuthering Heights by Emily Brontë

- And Then There Were None by Agatha Christie

- Elephants Can Remember by Agatha Christie

- Murder on the Orient Express by Agatha Christie

- Crime and Punishment by Dostoyevsky

- The Count of Monte Christo by Alexandre Dumas

- The Odyssey by Homer (i’ve read parts but haven’t read it through in full)

- Les Mis by Victor Hugo (yes i do have a death wish)

- The Hunchback of Notre Dame by Victor Hugo

- The Last Day of a Condemned Man by Victor Hugo

- A Minstrel in France by Harry Lauder

- The Phantom of the Opera by Gaston Leroux

- The Space Trilogy by CS Lewis

- The Call of the Cthulhu and Other Weird Stories by HP Lovecraft

- Dracula by Bram Stoker

- Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy

- Death of Ivan Hych by Leo Tolstoy

- War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy

- The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde

- The Aeneid by Virgil

- The Epic of Gilgamesh

Theology/Church History

- An Exorcist Tells His Story by Gabriele Amorth

- Pope Francis: His Life In His Own Words

- The Little Flowers of St Clare by P. Bargellini

- Church Fathers by Pope Benedict XVI

- Jesus of Nazareth by Pope Benedict XVI

- This Tremendous Lover by M Eugene Boylan

- Orthodoxy by GK Chesterton

- Rome Sweet Home by Scott Hahn

- The First Society by Scott Hahn

- The Holy Bread of Eternal Life by Peter Kwasniewski

- The Secret of Mary by St. Louis de Montfort

- The Secret of the Rosary by St. Louis de Montfort

- A Theology of the Body by Pope John Paul II

- Jesus and the Jewish Roots of the Eucharist by Brant Pitre

- Love & Responsibility by Harol Wojtyla

- How the Catholic Church Built Western Civilization by Thomas Woods

Nonfiction

- Alexander Hamilton by Ron Chernow

- Faith and Treason by Antonia Fraser

- To Kill the Devil by Herbert Malloy, Jr.

- The Queen’s Conjurer by Benjamin Woolley

#my tbr

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redroomwidows · 3 years

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WHAT I READ

A comprehensive list of fic writers I read from, and what tags i recently visit.

reminder that my main is @ginevranights and i’m on a lot of taglists and follow tags under that url.

i reblog my fav fics here under the tag ‘poppy’s got an addiction’

Who’s taglists am I on?

@shurisneakers ‘s

@peterssweetpea ‘s

honestly these two writers are amazing!

What x reader tags do I follow?

Harry potter:

Sirius Black x reader

James Potter x reader

Charlie Weasley x reader

Fred Weasley x reader

George Weasley x reader

Ron Weasley x reader

Ginny Weasley x reader

Harry Potter x reader

Marvel:

Bucky Barnes x reader

Steve Rogers x reader

Sam Wilson x reader

Natasha Romanoff x reader

Thor Odinson x reader

Loki Laufeyson x reader

Wanda Maximoff x reader

Pietro Maximoff x reader

Charles Xavier x reader

Random:

Anthony Bridgerton x reader

Benedict Bridgerton x reader

Spencer Reid x reader (Criminal Minds)

Lucifer Morningstar (Lucifer)

Malcolm Bright x reader (Prodigal Son)

Jake Peralta x reader (Brooklyn nine-nine)

James Bond x reader

I welcome fic recs and blog recs! I’d actually love some! So if there’s a blog you think I might like, or a particular fic you’ve read and think I’d like, send it in to me!

BACK TO NAVIGATION

#poppy’s got an addiction

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petalsofpoppys · 3 years

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— SHE SHOOTS COLORS ALL AROUND LIKE A SUNSET GOING DOWN, HAVE YOU SEEN A LADY FAIRER?

( she’s a rainbow, the rolling stones )

•••

: : POPPY STEWART, 32 : :

( the bubbly biochemist, annie murphy )

•••

i. BASIC INFORMATION

» full name: poppy anne stewart

» nicknames: pops, “dr. p” by some of her close friends

» age: twenty-six (at the time of the snap), thirty-two (at the time of the blip)

» birthday: july sixteenth, nineteen-ninety-one

» birthplace: manhattan, ny, usa

» zodiac sign: cancer

» current residence: varies but primarily manhattan (upper east side), ny, usa

» gender: cis female

» occupation: currently, poppy works as a biochemist for oscorp laboratories. her research varies but primarily focuses on recombinant dna technology and genome editing. while obtaining her degree from new york university, she worked in the pathology laboratories at metro-general hospital. both her masters and doctoral program allowed her to travel to numerous international labs to work on a variety of projects. as such, she was able to lend her time and efforts to research facilities across all seven continents. most notably, poppy has worked with the lead scientists in wakanda and under dr. cho in both korea and at the new avengers facility before it was destroyed by thanos’s army.

ii. HEALTH

» physical health:

» scars:

» broken (any) bones:

iii. MENTAL HEALTH

» extrovert or introvert:

» logical or creative:

» optimist or pessimist:

» phobias / fears:

» problems:

iv. PERSONALITY

» goals / dreams:

» quirks / habits:

» likes:

» dislikes:

» flaws:

v. FAMILY

» parents: morrison stewart (father, fc: alan ruck), maureen stewart (mother, fc: laura dern)

» paternal grandparents:

» maternal grandparents:

» sibling(s): n/a.

» children: n/a.

vi. APPEARANCE

» height: five feet, seven inches

» weight: one hundred and thirty three pounds

» eyes: deep green with small golden flecks

» hair: medium champagne blonde with tanned blonde roots

» face and complexion:

» build:

» defining marks:

» dress style:

» faceclaim: annie murphy

vii. ROMANTIC & SEXUAL

» marital status: never been married.

» sexual preference:

» ever had sex:

» opinion on sex:

» opinion on relationships: one of the ways by which poppy asserts her autonomy is through dating. pressure from work can be immense so she enjoys the frivolity of flirting. always on the move, poppy rarely has the time to maintain a steady relationship. she never knows how long she’ll be in a given city or which lab she’ll be jetted off to next. for the most part, no one she has been with has been open to accompanying her on her spontaneous journey through life. poppy doesn’t blame them— it’s an exciting yet stressful way to live. instead of trying to find her “one, true love”, she involves herself in various short-lived flings to fulfill certain pleasures of the hopeless romantic that lives inside of her.

» turn ons:

» turn offs:

» past relationships: many of poppy’s romantic encounters have not advanced into a relationship but one of her more serious interactions was with [name] (fc:), an aerospace engineer, for whom she dated for close to two years.

» future relationship(s): poppy eventually ends up in a committed relationship with a member of her doctoral cohort, maxwell “max” stevens (fc: sam claflin).

viii. FRIENDSHIP

» big group of friends or several close friends:

» best friend:

» ever lied to a friend:

» the most horrible thing they did to a friend:

» list of friends:

; marguerite “maggie” hall ( former classmate & best friend / jenna louise coleman / @margueritehall )

; shuri ( close friend / letita wright )

; darcy lewis ( close friend / kat dennings )

; christine palmer ( close friend / rachel mcadams )

; stephen strange ( friend / benedict cumberbatch )

; jane foster ( friend / natalie portman )

; bruce banner ( friend / mark ruffalo )

; scott lang ( friend / paul rudd )

; steve rogers ( friend / chris evans )

; sam wilson ( friend / anthony mackie )

ix. MORALITY

» ever been drunk:

» lied to a significant other:

» cheated on significant other:

» gotten into a fight:

» deepest regret:

» religion:

x. ADDITIONAL INFORMATION

» instagram (as if they were living in the modern day):

» inspiration: honey lemon (big hero six)

» gifboard:

» people:

» playlist(s):

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silentauroriamthereal · 3 years

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Author interview tag

I was tagged by @therealsaintscully! Thanks, you! :)

Name: SilentAuror

Fandoms: Just Sherlock, though I also follow some Old Guard blogs. :)

Where you post: AO3. Though I was almost knocked over the other day when I got a comment on an old HP fic over on skyehawke.com! It’s been literal YEARS since I got a review on anything over there! :P

Most popular multi-chapter fic: Against the Rest of the World for sure. :)

Favourite story you’ve written so far: With 87 posted fics and 2 more currently on the go, I can’t possibly answer that. That’s cruel. Lol.

Fic you were nervous to post: This, on the other hand, is easy, haha! Three stories, all for very different reasons:

1. The A.G.R.A Complex. This was my first Freebatch fic and I thought I might well be burnt at the stake for even writing any RPF. The notion for this story caught my muses’ attention, though, and they eventually forced me to write it against my will. I can’t be held responsible. Lol. It still amazes me that people continue to read it to this day. The notion: Martin and Benedict are friends. There’s a car accident and Martin suffers a fairly mild brain injury. While in his coma, dreams the entire first three seasons of Sherlock, which in this universe, haven’t happened. The nature of the brain injury is such that he keeps shifting mentally between the reality of who he and Benedict (and Amanda) are, and seeing himself and everyone else as their characters in the Sherlock universe. When I posted it, I intended it to be left up to the reader whether to see it as kind of an AU to actual reality, or else a prequel to the filming of Sherlock. When I finally decided to write a sequel, it meant that I had to be the one to make that clear, which made it a prequel. It became a three-part series, with the second part set during and just after the filming of series 3 (the dodgiest in the moral sense, since it dances around and into real life events), and then the third story takes place ten years later.

2. The Final Proof. Why? Easy. Major character death, and it’s Sherlock. That’s clear from about the first sentence, I think. I had written At the Heart of it All, which features Sherlock running an experiment using the hearts of people who lived lives where they had loved and been loved, and people who hadn’t in an effort to prove his own ability to love to John. He says something at the end of that story about wishing he could see his own heart at the end of their life to see which of the hearts his own resembled by then. And then my muses, my terrible, terrible muses said, “hey... you could write that: you know: Sherlock at the very end of his life, making John promise to look at his heart after he’s died, and complete his experiment.” I, like, teared up just at the thought, and honestly, I cried for most of the writing of that story. I’m assured that about 99% of the people who have read it have also cried throughout, so... sorry. Yeah.

3. Scars. Why? Easy, again: the entire story is riddled with gaslighting and other types of emotional abuse and mind-fuckery, and an actual rape scene. It was painful to the point of being interally corrosive to write, but I still felt it was a story I needed to tell. I did my homework on this one, consulted multiple therapists who work specifically in the field of men who have been absued (emotionally, physically, sexually) by female partners. I thought no one would read it. I thought I might lose half my followers on tumblr. But I still wrote it. It still amazes me that people read it, even more when they actually like it, and still like me after. Lol.

How you choose your titles: Hmm... each title genesis is different, I would say! Sometimes it’s a general theme of the story, sometimes it’s a specific concept or single word, occasionally (but not often) it’s a song title. Sometimes it’s another language, particularly Latin. In The A.G.R.A Complex, the title of the story is also the name that the neurologists given to the brain injury Martin experiences. Vena Cava is titled for the name of the vein that Mary’s bullet punctured in Sherlock’s heart, based on a medical analysis I had read. Scars takes its theme from both Sherlock’s external scars from what he went through during his time away, and John’s internal scars from Mary’s emotional abuse. I also have a whole series of (unrelated) flower-themed stories: The Green Carnations comes from ACD era coding for homosexuality. The Yellow Poppies is the story I wrote after the deleted scene about Magnussen’s hospital visit came out, which features both he and Mary as dual villains, and yellow poppies placed in Sherlock’s room as a threat from one or the other of them. The White Lotuses has a leitmotif of Hinduism and slow-blooming self-awareness and romance. The Red Roses is a Molly POV where she helps Sherlock and John get together in spite of her own feelings, and The Wisteria Tree is an amnesia story that has Sherlock forget the past six years of his life, including the five years that he’s been married to John, and how they find their way back together in spite of that. Rosa Felicia - bonus, both a flower name AND Latin, lol! - is a coming-of-age story about Rosie at the age of 19. Where My Demons Hide is a mid-series 4 story that I wrote after The Lying Detective aired, but before The Final Problem did, and is the title of an Imagine Dragons song. Pater Noster is Latin for the title of the Lord’s Prayer in Latin, but also quite literally just means “our father”, and is a story that centres around the events surrounding the death (murder) of John and Harry’s father. You get the gist.

Do you outline: I always say that one should know how a story begins, how it ends, and at least a few of the major points between those two events. So yes, but loosely. I think that over-plotting kills creativity. It’s not an essay. But even essays need space to grow.

Complete: 105 stories back in my skyehawke days, the vast majority of which are HP, totalling in about 1.5 million words. 87 stories in the Sherlock fandom (though those include my 4 Freebatch fics), totalling in over 2.3 million words now.

In progress: I have two stories currently pending: a Christmas story called The Secret of Hazel Grange, and a trauma-based, co-sleeping fic called Nocturne.

Coming soon/not yet started: I never comment about fics I haven’t yet started. Might curse the entire process, lol.

Do you accept prompts: No, alas. Neither prompts nor commissions. While I’m constantly desperately poor, it takes something out of the writing process for me once it becomes a job. I just feel like that’s not what fanfic is about for me. No judgement to anyone else who does write for commissions, whatsoever - we all have our own process! For me, I’m happy (make that incredibly grateful!) to have donations or supporters through my Patreon (eep: x), but writing to order just doesn’t quite jive for me. I also don’t take prompts, not because I don’t want them, but because I have such a huge backlog of my own ideas that I’ll never get to as it is. There will never be enough time to write all the fics I want to write! That said, don’t think that you can’t still suggest your ideas. My “official policy” (lol) is that I don’t take prompts (for the aforementioned backlog reason), but that doesn’t mean that if you do send me one, my muses won’t seize upon it and force me to write it. You never know. I certainly don’t, at least. :P

Upcoming story you are most excited to write: I’m super excited by the notion of actually getting my Christmas fic finished by Christmas. Lol. Here’s hoping!!

Tagging: Anyone who reads this and is a writer, or thinking about becoming one. You’ve been tagged!

#writer stuff #memes and things #sherlock #johnlock #silentauror

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pixie88 · 4 years

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The Gala

Chapter 2 - Our Little Secret.

A/N: Queen B fanfiction. Let me know if you would like to be tagged!

Find previous chapters HERE under Queen B - Our Little Secret.

Word count: 2165

WARNINGS: ⚠️ Some adult language and NSFW

Disclaimer: Characters are property of Pixelberry.

Pairings: Ian x MC - Lyla.

Enjoy!

I can feel my face getting hot with anger. "Lyla, don't worry I have the perfect outfit! I brought it for myself, but it didn't suit me" She pulls out a red dress with a plunging neckline. "Zo, this is gorgeous are you sure?" she smiles "Of course, Lyla" "Thank you, Zoey! What would I do without you?" "Not dress half as well as you do?" she laughs.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

I roll over reaching for my phone to turn off my alarm and I realize it's the day of the Gala. I jump out of bed and into the shower.

Later me and Zoey are getting ready for the Gala, I decide on an updo, I'm just finishing up my make up when Gizmo jumps on /my lap. "Hey buddy, I wish I could take you tonight but I don't think dogs are allowed sorry" Zoey walks into my room.

"Ready?" "Yes!" I put Gizmo on the floor. "See you later boy!" I follow Zoey out to the limo as soon as we get in she opens the champagne and pours us both a glass. "To my girl winning the person to watch award!" we clink glasses.

We pull up outside the Gala to flashing cameras, we step out blinded "Come on, Lyla strike a pose!" I let them take a few photos before heading inside.

I spot Penelope and Taylor talking "Hey Lyla, Are you ready to dethrone Poppy?" Taylor asks I smile at her "Born ready!" "I can't wait to see the look on her face!" Penelope says.

I laugh the music starts Taylor wonders over to Benedict, they make their way to the dance floor "Aren't they cute" Penelope says "Yeah adorable!" "Penelope, would you like to dance?" Michael asks as he appears in front of us. She drags him to the dance floor, then I feel a presence behind me and I turn to find Ian inches away from me.

He smiles "Lyla, may I have this dance?" "Professor, I would love to but what would people say?" "To be honest, I don't care!" Wow, he's truly broken the barrier he put up between us. "Well in that case, I would love to" He takes my hand and leads me to the dance floor.

I can see Poppy eyeing us up, but I don't care she has no proof. He places a hand on my lower back and his other hand takes mine, and we start to sway. He smiles at me "Lyla, you look stunning tonight!" I smile "Thank you, Ian. Well, we are paying compliments to each other I guess now is the perfect time to tell you that you look hot in that suit! It makes me want to rip off your clothes right here." His eyes darken.

"Lyla, you shouldn't say stuff like that!" I laugh, "Why? It's so much fun!" his lips brush my ear "As fun as me telling you that I want to take you back to my office and have a replay of yesterday?" I swallow hard (Ok, it's definitely not fun to tease!) "Well, I'd like nothing more Professor!" I wink.

The music changes to something more upbeat. Ian spins me, takes both my hands and moves us to the beat. "Wow, I didn't know you had moves like this, Ian!" he laughs a laugh, I've never heard before, "Neither did I," He spins me again but back into him, he holds me tightly against him and I feel his chest on my back.

I feel his breath on my neck close to my ear "Lyla, I know your going to win tonight and there is something I need to tell you" "What is it?" "Lyla, I....." the music stops and Dean Steinhelm comes over the speaker. "Ladies and gentlemen, if you can please take your seats we will announce the winner of the Person to watch award!" I turn in his arms.

"Ian, what were you going to say?" he gives me a weak smile "Another time, Lyla. We better go back to our seats" "Ok, thanks for the dance Ian" he nods.

We make our way back to our seat before the dean speaks again. "There are so many talented young people here tonight. Each shine in their own light! It gives me great pleasure to announce the person to watch award goes to...............Ms. Lyla Hughes!" "Oh my god, Lyla Well done!" Zoey tells me.

I stand and make my way to the front while everyone is clapping. Dean Steinhelm welcomes me onto the stage, once I get to her, she smiles and congratulates me before handing the award and gestures me to make a speech.

I'm so nervous I kinda fumble my speech, but I thank who I need to. I make my way off the stage when I catch his eyes from across the room, he smiles and winks then makes his way towards the exit. The music starts up again everyone makes their way back onto the dance floor.

I look around the room no one is looking in my direction, I head for the door I saw Ian leave through. I walk through and see Ian waiting for me, he smiles "Congratulations, Lyla!" "Thanks, Ian!" I walk towards him and he cups my face.

"Are you going to congratulate me in another way?" His eyes widen and he swallows hard. "Yes, but not here," he takes my hand, and we make our way to the car park where Ian's car is parked.

20 Minutes later we pull up outside an apartment building, we get out, "Ian, where are we?" He smiles "My place" "Oh, you've never brought me here before," he takes my hand again. "I know, but I wanted to take you somewhere we wouldn't be interrupted" he leads me into the building, and we take the elevator.

It opens on the 3rd floor, we walk down the hall and get to a door when he pulls out his keys and unlocks the door. We step inside the apartment it is very Ian! I follow him into the living room, he grabs a bottle and 2 glasses from his mini bar in the corner, and we both take a seat on the couch.

He opens the bottle, pours us both a glass and hands me one. "Cheers, to you Lyla. The person to watch!" I smile at him and his eyes sparkle in the light. "Thank you again, Ian. Also, what was it you were going to tell me another time earlier?" he's gone shy.

His tongue parts my lips and swirls with mine "Hmmm Ian!" his hand cups my breast he squeezes lightly. Mine reach for the buttons on his suit jacket and begin to undo them. His hand move towards my back, I can feel him searching then he finds his goal and pulls down the zipper on my dress.

"Ian, what's wrong?" he smiles "Nothing, quite the opposite" he takes a sip of his wine before turning back to me, he takes a deep breath "Lyla, I love you" (OH MY GOD! Did he just...wow) "Ian, I....I love you too!" his face lights up before I know it his hand is tangled in my hair and his lips are on mine.

His lips never leave mine as I feel him pull the straps down off my shoulder. "Lyla, I've wanted to get you by yourself all evening!" he whispers against my lips. I smile "Why is that, Ian?" in one swift movement he picks me up into a bridal carry and starts walking towards what I guess is the bedroom.

He kicks open the door, I can't help giggle "Ian!!" he puts me down, and we stand next to the bed. He pulls down the rest of my dress, it falls to the floor I'm standing there in just my underwear he pulls me to him and I unbutton his shirt as his lips begin to caress my neck and I let my head fall back giving him more access.

His hands begin to explore my body starting with my breast, he pinches my hardened nipple I moan. I finally pull off his shirt, I run my hands over arms, his chest and down to his abs, my hand brushes against his hard member in his trousers.

I feel him nip my ear"Lyla, get on the bed" I do as I'm told, he takes off my killer heels then walks over to a draw opens it and pulls out a tie. "What are you planning on doing with that, Professor?" he walks over to the bed with a mischievous grin he climbs on to it, he hovers over me and his hand wraps around me helping me further up the bed.

He takes both my wrists and places the above my head, then begins to restrain me with his tie and ties me to the bed frame. "Is this how you want me? At your mercy?" his eyes light up and his lips met mine, he pulls away a little trapping my lip between his teeth before letting go. He whispers against my ear "Yes, I want to tease you until you can't take anymore. Just like you have been doing to me since we met!" his words give me flutters.

He kisses my neck again trailing down to my breast, he takes my nipple into his mouth and flicks his tongue over it"Ohhh...wow!" he moves again nipping my tummy as he heads south, he trails kisses to the inside of my thigh.

He pulls my underwear aside, I'm anticipating his next move, but he lets go and continues kissing down my leg "Argh! Ian that is teasing!" I hear a small laugh,"I know, Lyla!" he moves back up my leg I expect him to move pass my centre to meet my lips, but suddenly I feel him moving my underwear again and I feel his tongue laps my centre "God, yes just like that! Fuck Ian!" his tongue slips inside me.

He stops "What? No, don't stop!" I look down, he grins at me then his hands pull down my underwear, and he tosses them to the side. He brings my legs up and his head dives between them again, this time he's more urgent which makes me arch off the bed. He hits the right spot I don't think I can hold on any longer.

"Ian...YES!" I fall over the edge he comes up and places himself between my legs. I try to touch him, but I'm still tied up, he looks down at me with a smirk "Sorry, that isn't coming off just yet!" I huff when he starts to grind against me (I need friction, I need him inside me) "Ian..I need you" he's still smirking.

His lips meet mine, he kisses me passionately as he grinds against me harder. I can feel him through his trouser, I want him now and I know he wants me to. It isn't long before he pulls off his trousers and boxers.

He brushes against my centre then his length enters me slowly to start with then his pace becomes urgent "God, Lyla!" "Ohhh harder, Ian!" his thrusts speed up, he grabs the headboard which makes him go deeper and I wrap my legs round him. I buck my hips up to match his rhythm, but our moans are muffled by our kiss.

His thrust becomes so rough the bed moves and hits the wall, Ian pulls away and smirks "Good job my neighbors are away!" "So, we can be as loud as we like huh?" he smiles then while he's still thrusting into me, he unties me and flips me.

He pulls me onto my knees, spreads my legs a little, then enters me from behind as his hand makes it's way to the front of me, and he circles my button. With each thrust he goes deeper "Ian, I'm goi.....Ohhhh YES!!" I'm spent and Ian isn't far behind "Fuck...LYLA!" we collapse onto the bed next to each other.

He rolls onto his side and strokes my face "I love you, Lyla" I smile, "I love you too, Ian Kingsley!" he pulls me on top of him and kisses me. I can feel him stiffen against me, I start to grind against it, he pulls away "Round 2?" I smile before leaning in to kiss him again.

Bzzzzzt Bzzzzt Bzzzzzzzzzzt!

The sun beams through the window I feel Ian's arm wrapped around me. Then I hear it again.

Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzt Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt!

I nudge Ian "Ian, I think someone is at the door," he stirs and looks at the time it 10.06am. He gets off the bed and puts on his boxers. "Lyla, stay here," he leaves the room and I hear the front door open. I know that voice what is she doing here! I hear Ian asking her the same question "Lexi, why are you doing here?"

Continue reading this story here - Chapter 3.

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