#byron x reader

[teabunnee]

Okay so I mayyy have a massive crush on Bryon. And I mayyy have absolutely loved the one u did for him before. Any chance you could make another romantic Bryon one? If not its absolutely fine just know I WILL be re-reading the one u already made 20 times a day lmao

Byron Boyfriend headcannons 

Byron, boyfriend, Byfriend? Boyron? 

Aw thanks! I’m glad people have been liking the AFK characters! 

Byron carries himself with a certain level of grace, befitting for such a windwhisperer. 

I think Byron, like most WindWhisperers, had to teach themselves how to regulate all of the information they are able to gather. Blindfolding himself helps sharpen his hearing, but it also reduces sensory issues as well. 

Byron carries a lot of Wilder and Dark Forest secrets in himself, it’s part of his job. Some of them you’ll have to accept he’ll keep forever, not for his sake, but for the sake of others. Some of them weigh heavy on him, a child’s lament in Dahnie’s Orphanage, the coughs of a sick old man. The cries of the refugees, and their hatred during the exclusion edict in particular were…tough on him. 

Of course, he doesn’t talk about this at all with anyone else. He can seem impassive and cold, and you have to remind him not to keep everything to himself all of the time. So he does tell you, not the details, but how he felt. 

Later in the relationship, you’re the only one that can actually take off his blindfold. He’ll do it himself, most times, and it was a shock to you that he did it so casually. You stare at him in wonder, and he smiles at you, genuinely. 

he’s hyperaware of your footsteps, your laughter, your voice. He will always turn to you as you approach him. 

I think Byron does have a sense of humor, but he disguises it by being cool and collected. 

He will do the most romantic things out of nowhere and tilt his head at your flustering with almost mock confusion. Like, he’ll kiss the top of your head then go talk to Elona about some messages he got. He is doing it on purpose, you swear. You touch your head, and feel a flower he’d somehow managed to put on you without you realising. 

During his away-from-home missions, you sometimes find Elona coming by, whether it’s her own choice to do so, or Byron’s way of saying he’s thinking of you, it’s a sweet gesture all the same. Remember to give the good bird treats and a scritch-scritch. 

Byron knows the most secluded, peaceful places in the dark forest. Waterfalls, ponds, an empty clearing at the top of a hill. He takes you there for outings, and if you happen to fall asleep, he’ll keep watch for you. Pull him down and demand cuddles, and he will oblige. 

Byron doesn’t actually tell anyone he’s in a relationship until much later. Lorsan and Lyca are gobsmacked, especially Lorsan. How the hell did he manage to keep THAT from them?!

You swear he was smiling at the chaos unfolding. 

#afk journey x reader #byron #byron x reader #afk journey #tearequest

[bywrios]

getting ready to go for raya with the boys…

wriothesley stands patiently before you, hands relaxed by his side as you fiddle and fix his sampin. the soft brocade is a shimmering shade of silver, a masterwork by none other than the proprieteress of chioriya boutique. it compliments his baju melayu perfectly, another custom work made of black silk that glistens in the light. it cuts his figure into a sharper silhouette, the broad line of his shoulders tapering into a narrow waist.

“all done?” he asks as you pull back, tilting his head with a relaxed smile. his hair, fluffier than usual, bounces with the movement. when he shifts, his silver cufflinks—shaped like little wolves—clink gently. you nod, returning a soft upturn of your lips. “let’s get going, then.”

“we have to head into the city first,” you say, taking his arm, the corded muscle firm beneath the silk. he hums as you both head to the door, listening attentively as you list off everything on the raya to-do list. you end by turning to him, lip between your teeth, almost worried, and ask, “if that’s okay?”

and he only chuckles, a large hand rising to cup your cheek and brushing his thumb against the ridge of your cheek.

“more than okay, sweetheart.”

what an odd question, he thinks. he could never say no to you, after all.

“are you sure this looks fine?”

you worry your lower lip anxiously as you look in the mirror, turning here and there to check every angle of your baju kurung. it’s a delicate shade of green with cream coloured designs woven into the soft cotton, specifically tailored to match your husband’s.

byron, however, does not lift his head—instead leaning back against the plush couch, his body tilted towards the open window, ever attuned to the call of the wild. nonetheless, an amused smile tugs at the corners of his lips, and from his shoulder, elona coos softly.

“i’m certain, dearest,” he reassures in his deep baritone, and from the mirror you pout at him.

“you didn’t even take off your blindfold,” you whine, turning to glare at him, hands on your hips. he chuckles at your attitude, then rises from the couch with languid, wilder grace, and pads over on quiet feet to stand before you.

“i do not have to,” he says quietly, leaning his forehead against yours, “for the wind has already whispered word of your beauty into my ears like prayer.”

“you—“ you splutter, and he laughs, warm and rich and your face feels nearly unbearably hot. “ugh, you haven’t been talking too much with lorsan, have you?”

“no,” he hums, grinning boyishly, and you groan internally. it seems he isn’t done with his mischief just yet. “you merely inspire me so, dearest.”

“you’re terrible.”

“you love me.”

you sigh, then smile anyway, gently holding his angular face in your hands.

“yeah, guess i do.”

#muse.wriothesley #muse.byron #wriothesley #afk journey byron #wriothesley x reader #afk journey #byron x reader

[reidrot]

i feel like cameron would devour playing the role of a prince/viscount/duke. idk if it’s cuz hes a stunning, otherworldly lana del rey british man or smth else but its a NEED. like imagine him in those period drama men outfits 😩😩 god

#i just #i need it #AND WITH HIS ACCENT TOO GOD THE VISION #him in a joe wright film ☹️☹️ #ive gone feral for that man #anthony lockwood #cameron chapman #period drama #need him as a byronic romantic hero #my knight in shining armor #😩😩imagine him in tewksbury’s outfits good god #hes so bbg #lockwood and co #lockwoodandco #lockwood and co netflix #locklyle #anthony lockwood x reader #lockwood and co fanfiction #lockwood x lucy #lucy x lockwood #anthony x lucy #lucy x anthony

[dozing-composing]

Do you have any Dr Orpheus NSFW HCs?

Oh Do I...👀 I Can Already Tell You That He's Such A Loving Partner To Have. ☆ 18+ Activities, DNI If You Are Uncomfortable With Suggestive/Sexual Themes And Content ↓ NSFW Below ↓

✦ When it comes to penis size, it's pretty average, compared to the proportions of the rest of his body, of course. About 5.8 inches would be my guess. ✦ There's a small patch of hair on his lower abdomen and it's just the cutest thing. It's really soft, too. It even smells nice. ✦ Top kinks: wax play, spellworking, body worship, praise, mirror sex ✦ Favorite position: missionary with you often on top. ⤷ As much as he takes pleasure in seeing you beneath him, he'd rather have access to your entire being. ✦ Dr. Orpheus, master necromancer and master of mysticism KNOWS how to please. He's well read on anatomy and how the body reacts to different stimuli. ✦ Dr. Orpheus is one to set the mood. He's got candles and rose petals everywhere and the room is dimly lit. ✦ He's very gentle with his partner when it comes to sex at first. It's like he barely touches you. You are a glass he cannot break, fabric he cannot bear to shred. You are perfection in his eyes. But once he sees the absolute ecstasy you are subject to in this act, he seeks to see you like this more and more. ✦ Leaves a trail of kisses up and down your body. His favorite areas are your collarbones and inner thighs. Speaking of, he's grown real fond of cockwarming between your thighs. ✦ HandsHandsHANDS- He's so good with his hands, massaging and caressing every muscle, leaving feathery touches over your skin. He would ever so slightly drag his nails across your skin. Hell, he might even dig them into you and mark you up. ✦ His fingering game is so strong. It doesn't matter what parts you have or don't have, he can instantly make your toes curl just by his digits alone. ✦ If you're feeling more frisky, and only if he hears your consent, he might put you in some magical restraints. He's aware of sex magic and what all comes from it, so be prepared if he invites you to rather peculiar rituals. ✦ Probably would use the belt from his robe to blindfold you, comfortably, of course. ✦ Another aftercare king. He is such a gentleman. The first thing he does is ease any aches he might have caused. He'll fetch you a glass of water to rehydrate yourself. He finishes by whispering sweet nothings in your ear, praising you for your endurance.

#⚠️🔞 #the venture brothers #the venture bros #venture bros #venture bros x reader #byron orpheus #byron orpheus x reader #headcanons #request

[jd-loves-fiction]

Fuck it, I'm opening requests for Morpheus, Jake (Sweetbitter) and Sergeant Frank Troy (Far from the madding crowd) i can be convinced to write Lord Byron with a good enough idea. Answers will be short, might suck cuz I'm not too familiar with them yet and they might take a while. I'm tired, this might fuck me up but i am down too bad for this man so go wild

#requests #tom sturridge #the sandman #sandman x y/n #sandman x you #sandman smut #sandman x reader #morpheus x reader #morpheus x you #morpheus smut #morpheus #sergeant frank troy #frank troy #far from the madding crowd #sweetbitter jake x reader #sweetbitter jake #sweetbitter #sweetbitter x reader #lord byron #mary shelley

[dyns33]

Hours of Idleness

Lord Byron x Reader 

I said, I did. Even if I still have to watch the movie. 

When Mary had invited her to join her  and some friends during their stay at Lord Byron's place, Y/N had hesitated.

The man had a certain reputation. There were a lot of rumours about what was going on in his mansion.

At the same time, Y/N didn't often get the chance to visit a Lord's mansion, or spend time with her dear friend Mary. Even though she didn't approve of all her life choices, like seeing a married man, she liked her very much, she liked their conversations.

Y/N was also very fond of the works of Lord Byron. So it seemed obvious to think that spending a few days at his house would be at least interesting, if it wasn't too outrageous.

As soon as she arrived, she wondered if she had made the right decision.

Lord Byron came towards them with a furious air, before kissing Mr Shelley.

On the mouth.

He did the same with Mary and Claire, before turning to Y/N.

           "Another lovely lady who doesn't smile. I'm going to have to get that sunshine out of that sweet face."

           "Nice to meet you, Lord Byron." she said, keeping a neutral face, as she had been taught.

           "Oh, my dear. The pleasure is all mine."

Although it was the first time they had met, he also kissed her, quickly, as if that was perfectly normal, before inviting them inside.

There might still be time to get back in the carriage and go home.

But Y/N was curious. Also fascinated by the places, the atmosphere, the stories. And the man.

Even though he was as eccentric as the rumours claimed, the kiss was the only insane thing he did in her presence. The rest of the time, probably drinking a little too much and speaking far too frankly, he talked about poetry, beauty, freedom and love.

His eyes sparkled when he recited verses, his laughter echoed throughout the room, and he sometimes turned to Y/N with a huge smile.

The fact that she still wasn't smiling seemed to bother him as much as amuse him. He spent several hours trying to break through what he called her shell.

What he didn't seem to understand was that the more time she spent with him, the more Y/N really found him charming, and that scared her very much, because the man wasn't someone serious or constant.

In her humble opinion, despite his grand speeches, he knew nothing about love. About freedom, yes, as he claimed so well, displaying a remarkable open-mindedness, being infatuated with men as much as women, seeing them as equals, not paying attention to their social rank, their skin, their body. He spent entire nights with one or more lovers, nights full of desire and passion.

But that wasn't love.

For Y/N, love was pure, and deep, and far too complex to attach to more than one object at the same time. She respected that he didn't want to get married, and that he wanted to have fun, but she couldn't stand him repeating that he was writing about love.

Probably the fact that she hadn't succeeded in not loving him didn't help her annoyance.

She dared to tell him during one of his parties, when he was talking about writing a sonnet for a man he had only seen once, whose name he did not even know, but who had capsized his heart.

           "What are you saying, beautiful lady with the invisible smile ?" he asked, chuckling.

           "I'm saying you don't know anything about love."

           "And you do ? A little bird told me that you don't have much experience in this field."

           "Your little bird is knowledgeable, but we're not talking about the same thing. I don't need to share a bed to know love."

           "My dear, what audacity."

           "As always, you do not listen. I have loved and I love with an ardent love. An eternal love, stronger than anything you have ever experienced, because I see beings as they are, and I can no longer be without them. Their absence is torture, finding them is a joy. To see them happy is all I wish in the world, even if it is not with me. You love bodies, and ideas, and feelings, but you don't get to the bottom of things, ever. You claim that you do, but the surface is enough for you. You're afraid of the abyss, or you're not even aware of their existence."

Lord Byron did not answer. Even though he tried to hide it, her speech had visibly upset him and Y/N went to bed wondering if she had forever ruined her chances of being close to him.

But that didn't really matter, since she would never have been anything more than a new lover, a little passion before the next ones.

Unable to sleep, she went to the library in the middle of the night. As she had found a story you never read and was walking back to her room, holding a candle in one hand and the book in the other, she heard a noise coming from the bottom of the stairs.

Turning and looking down, she then saw Lord Byron. He looked at her strangely, as if she were a ghost. No doubt he hadn't expected to find her here at this hour, in her dressing gown.

To prevent the situation from becoming awkward, she decided to pretend he wasn't there and continued on her way, returning to her bed.

The following days, the guests were all surprised by the absence of their host, who apologized saying that he was indisposed and that he had to be left alone, asking them to have fun without him and not to worry.

When he finally returned, it was to announce that he had just written several poems and stories that he hastened to share with them.

           "My friend." said Mr. Shelley after finishing his reading. "If I didn't know you well, I would dare to say that you are in love."

           "So you don't know me so well, because not only am I, but I have met Love, the real one, with a capital L, Love incarnated."

           "What do you mean  ?" wondered Claire.

           "I was wandering among dead stars, lost in this cold world, when suddenly a light caught my attention. I looked up, and there she was, her eyes piercing me, watching my soul and stealing my heart. Her white dress, slightly transparent under the effect of the moon, her face lit by a pale candle, enveloped by her undone hair, and a book resting on her heart. How not to love her ? All that was missing was a smile, a sweet smile, that she refused me again, because she knew that I did not deserve it, because before that night I had pretended to know her. I saw her now, and I had to write, inspired by so much beauty and perfection, which prevented her from falling asleep until I have created a work worthy of her."

Nobody dared to comment on what he had just said, everyone understanding who he was talking about, preferring not to stare at Y/N to not embarrassed her. Lord Byron didn't seem to share this thought, uttering a cry of joy and throwing his arms in the sky when he saw her, hidden in a corner of the room.

           "Here she us ! Love !" he said, coming to kneel in front of her. "Oh, I'm not asking you for anything Madam, not even a smile. I won't even dare to touch you, but let me write on your behalf and lay poems on your altar."

           "I can't tell if you've lost your mind or having a laugh."

           "Never !" he said touching her thigh, already forgetting his promise not to touch her. "I love you."

           "Do you at least remember my name ?"

           "But what is a name ? Shakespeare has proven it, it has nothing to do with love. I read your eyes, I perceived your outlines and now I see you."

           "Shakespeare wrote about two children who wanted to escape a cruel reality, and who couldn't stop until it was too late. I beg you to be smarter than them."

Lord Byron did not listen to her plea, continuing to write, dedicating all his works to his beloved Y/N for long months, long after she had left his home. He also wrote her many letters, which she tried to ignore and to which she only replied out of politeness, trying to forget what she had felt for this man, and maybe was still feeling.

It helped her to repeat to herself that he didn't mean what he was saying. He was driven by a new madness, a fad. That she didn't give in to him easily was supposed to keep the flame going, but he would grow weary whether she fell into his arms or not.

The difference was that if she fell, she would regret it all her life, whereas if she resisted, her honour as well as her heart would be safe.

He visited her one day, without being invited of course, nor having asked for an invitation.

           "I missed you, my sweet unsmiling muse. I needed to see you, and talk to you. I want you to know that it's fine if you never love me. It drives me to despair, but I can understand that a being like me cannot arouse such feelings in you."

Maybe she could, or should, have used this moment to silence his so-called love forever, and set them both free. But poor Lord Byron looked so sad, so tired, that she couldn't hold her tongue.

           "I never said that I didn't love you."

           "What are you saying ? I dare not believe what I'm hearing. Please, don't play me."

           "I would never do such a thing. I said that you don't know anything about love, and I can say that's the truth. I know you, I've read all your writings, I've watched you, I know your humour, your kindness, your intelligence, failings, doubts, fears, your hands which tremble when you drink too much and touch a lover's skin, in order to forget that you are only a boy in a world too big for him, full of unanswered questions, which pushes him towards the void and of which he tries to fill with his fantasies. Your last writings... I think you sincerely believe that you love me. But it's not serious. You'll get tired, as always, and soon you'll be writing poems for someone else. You love what I represent in your mind, while I love you, even if you're a idiot."

The Lord swore she was wrong, that he would love her forever and never write for anyone else again.

Despite his tears and his beautiful phrases, Y/N still refused to believe him, asking him to leave her house and getting up to retire to her room.

           "Marry me !" he said then, throwing himself at her feet.

           "Do you really think marriage is a good thing for love ?"

           "Honestly ? I think it doesn't really matter, if the love is true. And I truly love you. Even if you don't marry me, I will love you. Even if we were apart, I will love you. Even if you marry someone else, I will love you. Even if I slept with the whole world, I will love you. Even in the grave, I will love you. My heart is yours. With marriage, everyone would know that, as they would know that you are mine. And if I were to die, you would be safe from any needs."

           "Possessiveness and money. So romantic."

           "But I don't care about any of that ! I know you don't either. I love you and I will love you forever, don't you understand ? I can still see you, during that night, beautiful, and I can't think of anything else. Yes, I had lovers in the past, to whom I spoke of love, but I was blind. I like danger, yes. I like difficulty, and challenge. I like also not to hurt others, and I will never force anyone to share my bed. I have always mourned the death of my feelings. But you ! I know that I will love you until the end, no matter what."

           "I can see you mean every word." she said, kissing him on the forehead, before leaning into his lips, returning the kiss he had given her when they first met. Because even if he was not constant, Lord Byron was not a liar.

           "Will you marry me ? Do you really love me ?"

In response, Y/N smiled at him. He then made a strange face, stopping to breathe for a moment, getting up by putting a hand on his heart, as if he was going to feel faint.

           "What is it again ?" she sighed, still smiling, accustomed to his eccentricities.

           "I didn't think it was possible. I didn't think I could love you more. But what a glorious sight. What radiant majesty. I've imagined that smile for so long and nothing compares to it. You've robbed me of this wonder all this time, I am hurt by it my dear. Oh, give me that smile again, please."

This made her laugh, and with teary eyes, half joking, the Lord continued his speech, declaring that her laughter was the most melodious sound in the world, which he had never had the chance to hear before, and that he had to take leave immediately to write an ode to this new music.

           "You are insane." laughed Y/N.

           "Insane for you, no doubt, Lady Byron."

           "Not yet."

           "In my heart, for a very long time, and forever."

And as he walked away after kissing her finger where her wedding ring would soon be, Y/N looked at him, unable to stop smiling.  

#mary shelley #lord byron #lors byron x reader #lord byron imagine #lord byron fanfiction #not real lord byron #tom sturridge

[bluemoondust]

Here we go again! Some time ago I wrote some random yan thoughts and such for other characters over here. Once again, I'm doing this with some more characters. Feel free to share your own thoughts!

Also, someone did want Avery and Klara to be here, but I've decided to go more in depth with those two in a request I got for them (where the two are at each other's throats, fighting over the same darling). So look forward to that!

Characters: Winona, Wicke, Darach, Noland, Palmer, Courtney, Norman, Byron, Koga, Lucy, Brandon (Frontier Brain), Morty

Warning(s): 18+ CONTENT, MINORS DNI, Hints of noncon/dubcon, usual yandere stuff

Fully believe Winona wouldn't at first catch on to herself being a yandere. She just thinks that her intense feelings is just the urge to battle you whenever she has the chance. After getting her registered on Match Call, she calls you at least once a day if you'd like to battle her or visit Fortree City. That being said, in terms of rivals, she views them as battle rivals and isn't really fond of them pestering you so much. She's your battle partner... Not them. Girl is very poised and may seem intimidating to others but has a huge soft spot for you.

SOFT YAN WICKE!!!! Soft yan Wicke who is only looking out for your health and safety, sacrificing her own well-being for your own. Soft yan Wicke who lets you sleep on her lap/chest and hums you to sleep. Soft yan Wicke who you trust so much that you believe every word she says. Soft yan Wicke who gives you praises every chance she gets and is the only person there to comfort you in times of need. Soft yan Wicke who gives you kisses all over your body, trailing her hands to your most sensitive parts; complimenting every part of your body as you cum on her hand♡

Meanwhile, Darach is the same. He's a service top and I will die on that hill. He treats you like a higher being; someone of higher status. Of course, being someone who serves must give you the utmost care. Because of his extensive knowledge on you, he knows how you tick and what you enjoy. Though, he'll still ask if everything is alright. He's a worshipper yandere, so of course, your needs come before his own. One of the things I imagine is just him, fully clothed, touching your body with his gloved hands. He's very skillful with his fingers and holds some pride for the fact that no one but he is allowed to make you feel this good.

Noland is the ultimate obsessive yandere out of this bunch. He's so fixated on picking off every bit of knowledge he can get on you due to hating not knowing something. If you have a secret, he'll find out eventually. Not only that, but he sticks around a lot too. He's a man who believes that knowledge alone won't do any good, so he hangs around you to match with what he knows. Just... Enjoys your physical presence and may find himself wanting to touch you more and more. Noland likes to push you and it feels good to him, taking the lead. Despite you believing that you're calling the shots, you'll soon come to learn that he was pulling the strings all along.

Palmer, like Barry, is a very 'enthusiastic' individual; always in a rush towards whatever his goal takes him. Which also includes you. From the moment he knew you were the one, this man's reaction was immediate. There are plenty of suffocating types of yandere out there but Palmer... Is a special case. He won't get touchy with you yet, though before that happens he's practically at your side 24/7 or at least how much time he can manage due to his position as a Frontier Brain. His mind buzzes with thoughts and you and just can't get enough; watching from the sidelines doesn't satisfy what he feels.

There is so much yandere potential when it comes to Courtney. Also, I take it back—she is the ultimate obsessive yandere to the max. Once she's hooked, you'll never know peace. You somehow run into her any chance she gets; insistent on analyzing you further. She has so many journal entries about you to the point where you're a special section in her library. All her thoughts revolve around you. She sometimes mutters your name unconsciously, same with wandering to places you visit when not busy. If she's not coincidentally bumping into you, she's full blown stalking you or breaking into your home. Seeing you upset with her... Sends Courtney into a spiral of emotions as she begs for forgiveness. She loves you intensely and would hate herself forever if she disappointed you. Being slain is much better than being apart from you.

Norman, Byron, and Koga. I cannot stress this enough that these three has overprotective yandere tendencies. Just in different fonts.

Norman can say all he wants that he completely trusts his darling in terms of taking care of yourself. Next thing you know, he's sending you calls and subtly following you around. Then there's how limited his interactions with you are, yet he gets annoyed that you spend your time with others more than him (despite it being his own fault that he doesn't spend much time with you). He's just... A bag of mixed emotions and such.

Koga fully stalks you, which is extremely easy for him due to his skills. He lies to your face that he has trust in you. Well, yes, he does... But sometimes he just wants to check on you every now and then. To add on, this man knows how to disguise himself as well so just, imagine, the possibility of him wanting to give you a scare good enough to bring you right to him. You won't even realize that he's ensnared you into his trap until it's too late. Plus, I feel that Koga would sometimes purposely startle you because he enjoys seeing a bit of fear on your face. All in good fun. But oh... Just don't get too buddy buddy with anyone. Wouldn't want them to get inflicted with status conditions...

Byron may seen odd to you, but not in a bad way. He doesn't give off overprotective vibes at first glance though you find out later on how he is when those traits do show up. What does get to you is how he just... Spills certain details he shouldn't know about you out loud without realizing you're there. Did you hear wrong? "You weren't supposed to hear that! Forget what I said!" He always tells you with a jovial laugh but... Then there are moments where you seemed to be pressured into things. Byron isn't someone you'd think would be capable of being disappointed but the whiplash you experience when his tone in voice shifts when you dare say no to an offer or when asked for something. Then the immediate turn to his usual personality makes your head reel. Unbeknownst to you, Byron acts this way to keep you around and make sure you don't go off anywhere without him. Even if these methods don't work, he's sure his own strength can keep you at bay.

Yan! Lucy... Can be intense, which is an understatement. Any sort of rival she finds trying to get too close, they'll be stomped in a battle with no hesitation. Also, good luck to them if they try to run off—Lucy never forgets a person's face. She always burns them in her memory. When it comes to you though, she's a little softer and can be seen as a sort of guard dog; glaring over your shoulder. Lucy loves to hear you talk and makes every attempt to monopolize your time. Whatever it takes. That's the sort of mindset Lucy holds as a yandere and it's terrifying to wonder how far she'll go for you.

Brandon (Frontier Brain) is just as intense as Lucy, but in different aspects. He pushes you, yes, but it's only because he deeply cares for you. Some part of me believes that he purposely shows you the dangers of the world so you can be scared. He lets you slip up, only for him to save you in the last minute. Sure, he doesn't like the thought of you being in harms way, but in this situation he's in charge so it's all good. It should always be like this. Plus... It gets his adrenaline pumping, which he lives for. So maybe... Just maybe he takes the risk of you figuring him out as a little adventure. One where he hopes you'll make it to the end of. The excitement, the passion, and everything that goes along with it... You certainly know how to set him off in the best of ways.

Sooooo, I just want you all to imagine the thought of being lost in the dark. Nothing in sight, no escape. The adrenaline pumping through your veins. Then all of a sudden, the cold hands of Morty are on you—wandering. It's so dark, you can't see him or predict where else he might touch. The lack of sight makes you extra vulnerable under his touch. All you can hear are his hushed words of affirmation and praise. Just let him continue, it'll feel so good if you just behave.

#yandere imagines #yandere x reader #yandere pokemon x reader #yandere pokemon #yandere male #yandere female #yandere wicke #yandere gym leader morty #yandere gym leader winona #yandere gym leader norman #yandere gym leader koga #yandere gym leader byron #☆midnight.sin☆

[nbprincey]

Writing 8 whole pages (and counting) of fanfic for a character that next to no one in the fandom likes should be diagnosable as a mental illness

#writing #babylon 5 #byron babylon 5 #byron gordon #I've started three different fanfics about him #all of which are self-inserts or x reader #i have a soft spot for pretty boys with long hair

[mysadcorner]

Due to my exams I won’t be able to post properly until the end of June, but when I do I will be posting in bulk to make up for all the time lost and more :) Please send asks for when I come back ^^

#90s movies #arthur morgan headcanons #billy russo x female reader #billy russo headcanons #lord byron #trainspotting 1990s #nightwing headcanons #jason todd x reader #jason dean headcanons #thomas shelby x reader #dracula daily #multifandom account #marauders x reader

[teabunnee]

I am very Bryon and Lorsan pilled, if you’d be willing to write something for either or both it would be so wonderful 🌸 have a great day ahead!!

S/O wants to Touch Lorson and Byron’s ears

Bryson 

You can’t sneak up on him. Lorsan has tried, and failed, multiple times. It was surprisingly good practice for him. 

He knows what you’re doing, and he will dodge out of the way, and you might see a cute slight smile on his face. Oddly enough, Elona won’t warn him, and instead just turns to look at you whenever you try to sneak up behind him. If you’re his romantic partner, Elona probably trusts you enough not to harm her friend. But even with the handicap, he still figures out where you are. 

He compliments you on your efforts in a way that shows he absolutely knows what you’re trying to do. 

The best way is to ask him. He’ll tilt his head, nods and kneels gracefully, like a knight. 

His ears are rather downy, and your fingers sink into them, especially the tips, which are basically fur. They probably help with his hearing and his sensitivity to the wind. 

Touching him, his shoulders drop slowly, and he leans towards you. He starts to rumble in a mix of a low groan and…purring? 

CAW!

Elona ruins the moment because now she wants pets too. Thankfully, her feathers are also very soft. 

Lorsan 

He hates being called bunny ears, but you’ve seen him brush them meticulously during camp, and they look ridiculously soft. 

If you stare at his ears, he will preen and tell you about his routine to keep them as soft and as perky as they are. Wandering around for 3 years has apparently done nothing to prevent him from taking proper care of his ears. 

If you sneak up on him, or grab his ears while he’s talking to you, he squeaks and blushes. It’s adorable. 

With a pout, he pulls off your hands by their wrists and leans towards you. 

“If you wanted to touch them, just ask! And be gentle!” 

Lorsan’s ears are super soft, like velvet, and the pink areas are particularly sensitive 

Dude basically melts under your ministrations. Curiously, you scratch the base a little, and…his leg thumps. 

Both of you stop. He blushes even more now and flees. He won't talk to anyone for the rest of the night.

Lyca tells you later, laughing hysterically, that leg thumping was something you’re supposed to grow out of by your teens. 

#tearequest #byron #afk journey x reader #afk journey #lorsan #fluffeh

[mamihlapinatapaisworld]

I hope you fall in love with someone well versed in the language of forest and monsoon. I hope you fall in love with someone who loves you like the wolf loves the moon ....

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_ Your Soul Is a River, Nikita Gill

#nikita gill #lovers #love poetry #dark academism #deep quotes #poetry #chaotic academia #bookworm quotes #dead poets society #pluviophile #raindrops #moonchild #moon x reader #cottagecore #cottage academia #romantic academia #hopless romantic #lord byron #you and only you #you and me

[dozing-composing]

ʙʏʀᴏɴ ᴏʀᴘʜᴇᴜꜱ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ

✦ The literal definition of "hopeless romantic." He becomes so sentimental over the little things. ✦ Always smells so nice. Like incense and cologne. He kind of smells like a library at times. ✦ He's real good with his words. Anything he says sounds like the most beautiful thing you ever heard. ✦ His favorite thing to do is wrap you up in his cape and pepper kisses all over your face. ✦ Speaking of capes, when it's chilly or he senses you are freezing, he takes it off and bundles you in it. ✦ He is so easily flustered. You don't even have to try. You could say something little like "I love you" and his face would light up red and blend in with his robe. ✦ So. Many. Pet names. They're the overdramatic ones too. Some Include: "My garden rose" "The one who stole my heart" "My goddess among men" ✦ If you somehow manage to bond with his daughter, Triana, he'll be so over the moon. He'd plan so many family outings. Some that he missed out on in his last marriage. ✦ He'll want to include you in some rituals, but if that's not your thing, he'll understand. Only if you want, you can sit and watch. If not, he'll come around and let you know when he's done. ✦ You know you can come to him for anything. Literally and figuratively. The man is a necromancer. But that's besides the point. You can talk to him about anything and he'll always know what to say or do.

Bonus: This may seem a little silly, but I couldn't shake it from my head. Any of those "Drake the type of guy" memes could also apply to this man. Orpheus the type of guy to say "thank you" when an automatic door opens.

#♡ #the venture brothers #the venture bros #venture bros #venture bros x reader #byron orpheus #byron orpheus x reader #headcanons

[dyns33]

Unknown love

Another Lord Byron x Reader. I had two versions of this story, I don’t know yet if I’ll post the second one. 

Lord Byron could have said no to his dear aunt.

He would often say no to his dear aunt when she asked him nonsense or boring things, mocking her only to be better forgiven with smiles and poems a few days later.

So when she told him about marriage, he laughed. He had scoffed.

But unfortunately, he also had to listen to her carefully when she explained to him that the family's finances were in a terrible state. They were spending way too much to keep up appearances and pay for the upkeep of the mansions, and soon they would be broke, up to their necks in debt, and unable to go on living as they wanted.

It was not suitable for a family like theirs.

Lord Byron did not care what other people thought, but he loved his daily life, he loved his comfort, his freedom, and even if his writings brought him a little money, the parties and other pleasures he offered himself made everything disappear even faster than it had happened.

A good arranged marriage was therefore the ideal solution.

He was very clear with his aunt. She might find a rich heiress, but in exchange he insisted that his loving future wife would not prevent him from continuing to follow his habits.

In short, he would offer his title and a mansion to the young girl, who could live on the estate, in another building, as a Lady, and he would stay in his house, as if he were absolutely unmarried.

His aunt thought that was a wonderful idea, since he could be extremely unpleasant when he wanted to.

After several months of searching, she found Y/N Y/L/N. 

According to her, the girl was perfect. Pretty, discreet, well brought up and educated. If he ever wanted to talk to her, he wouldn't be bored. He wasn't sure she shared his love of partying and debauchery, but after a quick chat with her father and the young girl, she had seemed smart enough to say that her husband would be free to do whatever he wanted, as long as he didn't force her to do things she didn't like.

Lord Byron signed the marriage contract, showed up at the church, read his vows and quickly kissed his new bride before returning to his business. The little time he spent with Y/N was not unpleasant, but he didn't really try to get to know her well.

It had no interest for her, really. A waste of time, and the risk of hearing a lot of criticism about the fact that he was neither a good husband nor a good man. Even if his new wife's opinion didn't matter, it was never pleasant to be insulted. His life therefore continued normally.

There were many times when he had to talk a bit with Y/N, at dinner parties they were invited to, or during important celebrations where she insisted on being by his side.

Again, Lord Byron had nothing against her. She really was as beautiful and intelligent as his aunt had said she was, and he sometimes found it sad that she ended up marrying him, but it was too late to have any regrets.

      "I have a favor to ask of you, but I'm afraid you will mock me."

      "If you want a new dress, jewelry, or another silly gift, that's fine with me."

      "No, none of that." she said shyly, lowering her eyes. "I... I had the pleasure of reading some of your writings and I... I was tempted to write myself. I would like you to read me."

This made him laugh. It was stronger than him, he couldn't help laughing, which seemed to upset his dear wife, who avoided him for the rest of the evening.

He didn't think about it afterwards, too busy preparing his new poems and having fun.

Until a new author appeared in the newspapers, then publishing some works. An anonymous author, whose identity no one knew, except perhaps the publisher who refused to give any information. An author whose writings were prodigious.

Lord Byron fell in love with these writings, and very logically, he considered that he could only love the mind that had produced them, even if he knew nothing about this person.

For months on end, he not only began to write for his unknown love, but he talked about their works to everyone and he harassed the publisher, who always refused to give him a name, even when he offered him many money, kneeling down on front of him.

One evening when he was talking about this with his friends, his wife came back.

      "I don't want to disturb you, but I was wondering if you would have some time to read this poem I wrote for you."

      "It's adorable my dear, but no. Not because I don't have time, but I'm afraid that nothing can touch me since I discovered the writings of this mysterious author. I'm afraid to be terribly critical of you in an unfair way."

      "But maybe you'll like it. Maybe... Maybe I write as well as this author."

This made him laugh again, and this time it made Y/N cry, who went back to her house.

Byron didn't think of it, like the last time.

Except that the day when the new writing of his love was to be published, there was nothing. 

Everyone thought there might have been a problem. The author could have had an accident, a family problem. They might have needed more time to finish writing. They might have had no idea, or been unhappy with what they had done.

But the days passed and there was no news. The publisher made no announcement, saying it was awaiting word on whether it could give a release date. Then he announced sadly that there would be no date, because there would be no more publication.

This was terrible news, which plunged Lord Byron into deep torment and endless depression.

Nothing had any flavor or importance anymore. He couldn't write and the few parties he organized didn't amuse him at all.

The truth came out during one of them though, as the drunken publisher that he had invited stared at him, slumped on the couch, too miserable to move.

      "You are pathetic."

      "Thank you, I know. You are no better yourself. Could you at least tell me why my love no longer writes ? If it is a personal reason, a death, an illness, I could understand. I think I I need to understand, to mourn. I really loved them."

      "You don't like her at all, otherwise she wouldn't have stopped writing !" growled the editor, emptying his glass. "She was wonderful, and you ruined everything. I'm sure her poem was perfect, but I didn't have the time to read it, she burned it ! She burned everything ! You can be proud of yourself. Men of your kind shouldn't marry such amazing women, they destroy them."

It may have been the alcohol that made the publisher say absurd things, but Lord Byron then had the terrible doubt that the author was Y/N, his dear wife, and he immediately visited her to find out for sure.

She didn't seem surprised to see him, when he never came. She was really very smart. She immediately guessed the reason for his presence.

      "I know that you know, so talk then leave. Or don't talk and leave, please."

      "I don't know what to tell you, to be honest. I didn't know... I'm an idiot. I apologize to you, I'm begging you to forgive me. Do you hate me ?"

      "If I hate anyone, it's myself. It was obvious that you weren't interested in me and I was stupid to think that would change. I never dreamed of being published, you know ? I don't care what other people think. I wanted... I just wanted your opinion. It made me so happy to hear that you liked my writings. They were for you, only for you. But when you laughed, when you refused to even imagine that I could be a good writer... It hurt me, and I couldn't do that anymore. I decided to keep myself to myself, I will not write anymore."

      "No !" he cried, falling in front of her. "I cannot live without your writings, knowing that it is my fault that the world is deprived of such wonders !"

      "All good things come to an end. But you're a writer yourself, so you can go on."

      "I don't have your talent, clearly not ! And why should good things come to an end ? It's absurd."

      "To savour them, and have beautiful memories."

      "No. No, I refuse."

      "And yet, Lord Byron, so it is. I loved you, I was happy to be your bride, I thought we would understand each other. I was wrong and now it's over. Goodbye."

Despite his tears, pleas and lamentations, Y/N went to her bedroom, leaving him alone on the living room carpet, from where he refused to move for three days. Then, tired and hungry, he finally agreed to go back to his own house, where he stayed in bed, not writing, not reading, and giving no party.

Everyone was very worried. This was not normal, for even when he was desperate or ill, Lord Byron threw at least one party a week.

To learn that his love, his divine love, was his wife, who had loved him, who had written for him, and who had lost the flame because of him, had been a real shock for the poor man.

He didn't think he could be himself again, after such a revelation. Once again, nothing was important anymore, absolutely nothing and he let himself waste away for days.

Then, as he brought her his meal, his butler placed a manuscript on his bed.

      "I don't feel like reading." muttered Lord Byron without moving.

      "Forgive me. Your wife insisted, but I can..."

      "Y/N ?! This is from Y/N ?!"

In an instant, Lord Byron was full of color, springing from his bed to pick up the manuscript and read it by the fireplace, careful not to burn the pages. In addition to the poem she had offered him to read, there were all of Y/N's writings, those she had published, and new ones, which she had never shown to anyone else.

Heart pounding, not caring about the night, the rain, his pyjamas, his bare feet, Lord Byron ran across the land that separated their two houses. Without thinking, he climbed the stairs, opened the door to his wife's bedroom, and sat down by the bed, taking her hands as she slept.

      "You have to publish all of this."

      "My god, George, what time is it ?" she asked turning her head in her pillow.

      "Too soon, or too late, I don't know. What I do know is that I love you, I love your writing and you need to publish it."

      "Right now, I have to sleep."

      "You don't understand."

      "I understand. I completely understand, I wrote all this." Y/N said looking him in the eyes. "Now, Lord Byron, go to sleep."

      "I can't ! Not after this. I need more ! The world needs more !"

      "Not now. Sleep. I know you can, for me."

Too exhausted to get up and go home, Lord Byron stared at his wife's bed for a long time, where he had never slept. Sighing, Y/N took his hand to help im up, laying him down next to her.

But he still couldn't sleep, watching her. This annoyed her a little, and when she asked him why he still wasn't sleeping, he replied that she really didn't understand.

      "Maybe not. What is wonderful for you is normal for me. And vice versa, I guess. Or almost. I cried while reading your writings, but they never prevented me from sleeping. Close your eyes."

This time he obeyed. That night was the start of something new, the couple finally settled under the same roof after a year of marriage, sharing the same bed, and starting to write together.

#Lord Byron #lord byron x reader #lord byron imagine #mary shelley #tom sturridge #no idea how to tag this

[murdockparker]

Of the Same Mind

Benedict Bridgerton x Reader

Summary: A mutual distaste in a certain author—should he even have the grace to be called that—leads to an unexpected meeting.

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: mentions of drinking/alcohol, pregnancy, fluff, time skip

A/N: a cute lil request! made me actually read a little Byron myself to get the gist! and it wasn't that terrible I'm so sorry to disappoint

Dull. 

Everything was dull. What was supposed to be the social event of the season was shortened due to poor weather—an outdoors event of sorts, it seemed, Benedict really didn’t pay his mother much attention when she explained the whole ordeal. Thus, half of the ton was crammed into Lord Whitehill’s home instead of his luscious grounds, all due to the pouring rain. Most conversation was boring, most of the ladies were whining about the rain, the men whining about their whining wives and daughters. 

At least the drinks were good. 

“…seriously think that fodder is worth your breath?”

Benedict’s ears perked up, focusing on a conversation that was decidedly not about the current weather. A breath of fresh air. 

“I-I did not mean to insult you, miss,” a young gentleman sputtered, his face rosy red. “I only meant to indulge you in poetry of the highest regard—” 

“If that was your intention, you would have chosen from a finer list of poets. Byron?” The lady nearly laughed out loud. “Byron is the bottom of the barrel, as it were, so your intention was ill-placed.”

“Byron is a well-regarded poet—”

“By who? Chamber pots?” 

Benedict nearly spat out his drink. The action alone brought the attention of the arguing couple to him—both sets of eyes trained on the tall Bridgerton at once. “Oh,” he fake coughed, “it seems the drink went down the wrong way, please, forgive me.”

The man—who Benedict now recognized as Lord Whitehill’s son—scoffed. “Bridgerton. You are well versed in the arts, are you not?”

Benedict nodded. “I dabble.”

“Would you please explain to Miss (Y/L/N) that Byron is a novel poet,” Mr. Whitehill asked, “and that she should be flattered I recited poetry for her, regardless of the poet?”

Miss (Y/L/N). So that was the lady’s name. 

“But that would be lying, Whitehill,” Benedict gasped, pressing a hand to his chest. “And I am ever a gentleman, raised to never lie, especially to a fine lady such as Miss (Y/L/N).”

She smiled at that. 

“You do not agree?”

“Oh I certainly agree with Miss (Y/L/N),” Benedict said quickly, setting his glass down. “Byron is a mockery to the art—meaningless words and jaunty titles, why, I tried to read his latest and it put me right to sleep.”

“I fear I had the same reaction,” Miss (Y/L/N) said, turning to Benedict in earnest. “Right before I decided to throw it to the flames.”

They both laughed.

“Imbeciles, the both of you,” Mr. Whitehill said, pushing past the newly acquainted pair. “Keep insulting me like that and I’ll have my father throw the both of you out into the storm.”

“Mr. Whitehill,” Miss (Y/L/N) said softly, her eyes melting into puddles of apology. “I fear we were not insulting you, but rather your taste in poets. I also fear there is a stark difference in that, for if I were to insult you, I’d make a more fitting jab, more educated in that regard.”

The shorter gentleman stormed off, steam nearly pouring from his ears. Benedict laughed.

“I must say, Miss (Y/L/N),” Benedict leaned down. “You have quite the sharp tongue.”

“I am known to be rather well spoken,” she beamed, standing a little straighter. “Perhaps it is my taste in literature?”

“For that, I believe we are in agreement,” Benedict said, grabbing a fresh glass from the table beside him. “May I offer the lady a beverage?”

“Only if you decide to share whatever’s in that pocket of yours,” she pointed to his chest. Benedict’s ears went pink. “Do not think I did not see you pour an added flavoring into the lemonade—it seems impolite that you would neglect to share.”

“It would be impolite,” Benedict said, carefully pulling his flask out of his coat. “I am surprised you saw that, though, given the crowded room.”

“You are a tall man, Mr. Bridgerton,” she said, taking the glass from his hand. Benedict poured a healthy amount of clear liquor into her cup before adding the rest to his own. “I would have found it hard to ignore you.”

“Your first season? I presume?”

“Technically,” she said, looking up into his blue eyes. “My family, we just moved to Mayfair. My father came into some money and relocated us here this year, my brother is set to study at Eton in the fall.”

“And you?”

“I am now expected to marry a rich and eligible bachelor,” she laughed into her glass. “Which I really have no problem doing, save for the fact that gentleman is nothing like Mr. Whitehill.”

“Mr. Whitehill is rather rich,” Benedict smirked. “Would that not placate you?”

“And listen to him dribble about Byron? Perish that thought,” she said. “When I do marry, I expect my husband to be of the same mind, a similar taste in the arts.”

“You know,” Benedict nearly whispered, “that is an admirable thought. But how will you find this man?”

She looked him up and down, quickly and all at once, returning to drink from her glass.

“I suppose I will know when I find him,” she smirked.

Benedict smiled back. “Well, please let me know when you do, I feel rather invested in your prospects.”

“You will be the first to know, I assure you,” Miss (Y/L/N) said, nodding her head. “But, if I may be so bold, if you are not currently preoccupied, would you care to further our discussion on Byron? It is hard to find someone who agrees with such a… contrasting opinion of the poet.”

“Why, Miss (Y/L/N),” Benedict finished his glass, offering his arm, “I was afraid you’d never ask.”

—

The gardens on the property were lovely, so lush and full of life. She made good on her promise to keep them well maintained, only keeping the finest blooms and plants in their care. It was always the perfect place to spend time on days like today, sunny, a gentle breeze. 

They had given the governess a day off, her mother had fallen ill, it was the least the Bridgertons could do for her.

“Mother!” 

The lady looked up from her book, eyes meeting with her eldest daughter. Blue eyes, just like her father.

“Yes, darling?”

“Might I go inside to grab other books? Aunt Eloise recently sent some to Father and I want to read them.”

The lady gave her daughter a trying look. “Do you not think they may be above your comprehension level, my love? They were intended for your father, after all.”

“No need,” a looming voice bellowed. “I have them right here.” 

She didn’t need to look up to know who it belonged to. “Benedict, I thought you were spending time in the studio this afternoon.”

“And miss spending time with my darling wife and children?” Benedict grinned, the crooked way she fell in love with. “That seems foolish on my part.”

“Father!” Their eldest exclaimed, running over to the tallest Bridgerton. “You brought the books?”

“Indeed,” Benedict nodded, handing the parcel off to his daughter. “Aunt Eloise thought we may have better use of these than her and Phillip do.”

Their daughter lit up with excitement—ever the reader, she was. It took a village to keep their library stocked with appropriate books for her age, but she was quickly out-reading her entire family’s collection. “Thank you, Father!”

“Well,” Benedict said modestly, “you must write to your Aunt Eloise and thank her, I had little to do with such a gift.”

“What about me, papa?” 

Their son, only a few years younger than their daughter came bounding up past his escaping sister, clearly having been playing in the mud. “Do I have any gifts from auntie?”

(Y/N) opened her arms. “Not this time, sweetheart, but come here, let mama wipe that dirt off of your nose—” 

“No!” He exclaimed, turning from his mother. “Dirt makes me ruggable—like Uncle Colin!”

“Rugged,” Benedict corrected gently. “And, no, dirt makes you dirty. You need to stop spending so much time with Colin…”

“Once baby brother is here I will,” their son nodded, putting both hands on his hips, looking down at his sitting mother.

“Oh darling,” (Y/N) said, trying to raise to her feet. Benedict quickly offered his hands, pulling her up. “Baby will not be here for a few more months.”

“Then more time with Uncle Colin!”

Benedict and (Y/N) sighed, watching their adventurous son run back to the mud. “We must write Colin, tell him of the monster he has created.”

“Our eldest is such an easygoing flower,” Benedict said, noting how she was carefully skimming through the various books on her lap. “Our son tests our patience.”

“And how do you think this one will be?” (Y/N) asked, placing his hand on her swelling stomach. She only had two or so more months until the delivery, if she had been correct on the conception. The latest Bridgerton wedding seemed to be the culprit, stolen kisses and a romantic rendezvous to the greenhouse away from the party—it was a perfect recipe for baby number three. “Calm and collected? Devilish and adventurous?”

“I pray they are just like their mother,” Benedict rubbed her belly affectionately. “And perhaps a bit more behaved than their brother… I suppose I should also write my mother an apology.”

“Whatever for?”

“I reckon my brothers and I acted much like our son,” Benedict said sheepishly. “Acting like Bridgerton boys, I am afraid.”

“As if that is the only explanation,” she giggled, leaning into his side. “But I am sure your mother would appreciate such a gesture. Perhaps you should send her a bouquet from our garden, too?”

“An excellent idea, my love,” Benedict said, pressing a kiss to her temple. “What a brilliant mind you have.”

“Father, Mother!” Their daughter called out, waving them towards her. “Aunt Eloise sent a book by an author I have never heard of before.”

“Oh?” Benedict quirked his brow, walking with his wife over to her. “And what author may that be?”

“A Lord Byron,” she said, showing the book with a deep brown cover to her parents. Benedict scooped the tome quickly from his daughter’s grasp, holding it close to his chest.

“And you shall never read such filth,” Benedict said seriously.

“Oh Benedict,” (Y/N) laughed. “Perhaps we should allow our daughter to expand her mind—come to her own conclusions on the matter? Surely Aunt Eloise meant the gift in kind.”

“Aunt Eloise clearly meant to send it as a cruel prank,” Benedict corrected.

“What is so wrong with that author, Father?”

“A shorter conversation would be what is not wrong with this author,” Benedict said, turning to call his son. The little boy ran over to his father’s side, ever eager. “Take this and bury it, preferably far away from here.” His wife could not stop her laughter, watching their son hurriedly run over to the new rose bushes, making good work at digging a deep enough hole for the book. “You,” Benedict pointed at the girl, “are forbidden to read anything written by that lowly man.”

“Oh Benedict,” (Y/N) admonished, trying hard to stop her laughter, “forbidding her from reading seems silly—”

“Are we not of the same mind on Byron?” Benedict asked. “I rather think that is how we met, is it not, dearest wife?”

She pursed her lips, fighting a smile. “We are.”

“Besides,” Benedict stood a little straighter, “the roses could use a bit more sustenance.”

She could only roll her eyes.

#Bridgerton #Benedict Bridgerton x Reader #Benedict Bridgerton #Bridgerton x Reader #bridgerton imagines #if this title has been used before i apologize! #still not sure if I'm digging the whole... photo thing with the post #but it's cute no?

[augiewrites]

"secret admirer" - dead poets society

summary: y/n receives yet another profession of love under their door—too bad the hallway is always empty when they open the door

pairing: anonymous!dead poet x gender neutral reader

word count: 591

i am back two years and one english degree later to write a fic that no one asked for! now that's what i call self care!

part two

Winter proved the student body of Welton wrong when they thought the school couldn't get any more dull. The cold can be cruel like that.

Just like the winter stripped the North of all life, Welton stripped it's students of all identity. In a place where boot licking is the norm and conformity is the goal—Y/N's only retreat was the 200 square foot box they called home for ten months of the year. The only place anyone in Welton was allowed to be themself.

That was exactly where Y/N and their roommate—Quinn—found themselves on a particularly cold Sunday morning.

Y/N sighed and looked from their homework over to Quinn, who had yet to get out of bed, "Do you know that guy that's like...scary good at latin? What's his name? Minks?"

"Hmm," Quinn hummed, wrapping the blanket closer to their body, "the ginger kid? Always hanging out with that tall dude?"

"Yeah, him," a pause and yet another sigh from Y/N, "I think I need a tutor if I want to keep an A this semester. I—"

Suddenly an envelope skidded under the door and across the floor. Rapid footsteps followed soon after and Y/N could hear a door slamming further down the wing.

Quinn rolled their eyes, "God. Not another one."

Y/N just shot them a look and picked up the envelope—one of many addressed to them and left unsigned.

"You wouldn't be rolling your eyes if you were the one with a secret admirer."

"You wouldn't be rolling your eyes if you were the one with a secret admirer mehmheh blah," Quinn mocked in a high tone, "Yeah. If they were for me, they'd be romantic. For you? Prepare to be murdered."

"Shut up."

Y/N opened the letter and dove in. Their heart was beating much faster than they would like to admit.

Lovely Y/N,

She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes; Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

I couldn't help but think of you when Keating had us reciting Lord Byron's work last week. The sun was so bright for a dreary winter day, and the rays illuminating from the window painted an image of heaven around your silhouette. You looked so lovely, I could barely register Byron's words.

I would happily go toward the light if I knew you were waiting for me within it.

Sincerely,

Yours.

Y/N could feel Quinn's eyes on them as their cheeks burst into a rosy flame.

"He's in my English class."

Quinn gasped, "Finally! We have a lead!"

"Quinn, I really don't want to play detective on this...what if I think it's the wrong person and make a fool of myself? I think I would have to drop out. Die, even."

But Quinn kept rambling on, completely ignoring their roommate's apprehension, "it's too bad I'm not smart enough for AP English—I would for sure be able to catch that creep staring you down. You're so oblivious. He could be telling you all these things to your face and you would doubt that he's into you."

"I'm not that oblivious, Quinn."

"Oh, please," Quinn exclaimed, "you're so romantically challenged! This guy has been right under your nose and you don't have a single clue!"

Y/N scoffed and returned to their homework.

"Whatever you say, Quinn. We're just going to have to wait and see."

~~~

a/n: who could it possibly be?? 🤯

part two

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Pretty girls and flowers | lando norris smau

pairing: lando norris x student!reader warning: cursing, unrealistic if lando did this in real life the girl would absolutely get doxxed

yn_phd good morning by best pals! this month's episode will be out this tuesday. my lovely amazing talented so pretty best friend got two tickets to silverstone so if you're there come say hello👋! the podcast guest will be my old professor from freshman year so put down any questions you have about mary i of england! stay healthy and hydrated ❤️❤️

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yn_phd i put on a little bow so i could be the prettiest girl at the bookstore ❤️today i wrote a page, went on a reading binge about chariot racing in ancient rome, had a breakdown and ate pasta.

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username LANDO NORRIS

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landonorris haha okay people lets not do this haha its not that funny it is a bit embarrasing hah (my dms are open for pretty girls always)

alex_albon well youre talented in the car at least

landonorris my dad scolded me for getting drunk on twitter so i went to eat their fridge empty. love being home

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username i can see the pretty girl in the likes though 👀

yn_phd me and the gang went to a lecture about lord byron's sex life on thursday. i had a pretty cute visitor this weekend and even our lord and king aragorn the cat liked him!!

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yn_phd exactly!

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yn_phd i have discovered hidden depths in myself. i can cry about essay structures and then drive bumper cars an hour later

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username okay but how does this relationship even work? if she doesnt know anything about racing?

yn_phd i tell him everything about the tudor dynasty and he explains to me how the drs works

landonorris use date night to play uno and see whos more competitive (me, i won)

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yn_phd the way i screamed after you gave me those cards

username lando really be gambling with a new relationship

alex_albon poor girl

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yn_phd i got him flowers and later we both crash landed on the bowling alley floor

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alex_albon oh so this why you called me crying your tits off

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yn_phd pretty guy❤️❤️

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