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trulytiredhermit · 1 year

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Alright, so think about this one.

The Links just seeing the reader so.. Vulnerable.

Like i don't know about you but I've got this really deep regret that I've only ever shared to my uncle, nobody else knows about this regret to me, and everybody has that, you know? Especially the emotional stuff that makes them tear up.

That and put it to the reader, they're for real going to be crying one night when they can't sleep because they just remembered something, they remembered the thing that they did that they deeply regret, they think that nobody could hear them, they think that nobody will be able to see them in such a vulnerable state.

They think that the others would only ever see them in their calmest moments, they think that the Links have never seen them cry, which was true until that night.

And then they refused to tell the Links about it, they'll just wipe their tears off that just kept on leaving their eyes anyway, shrugged it off as them being emotional, and then tried to change the topic as best as they can, but the Links just won't.

Why are they crying? What do they absolutely regret? They are right here, they should confide in them! They should know that whatever they're feeling shouldn't be bottled up.

Just angsty in general.

*I just- oooooof

Yeah, I definitely get what you mean, I'm sure others will too. But yeah, just having those nights where everything was fine before but then you get that one thought, just that one bad thought, and you just end up spiraling and the tears won't stop.

Yeah, I've had those nights before.

So, just a warning then for people who don't like angst. There's gonna be some angst here, not a whole lot but y'know.*

All I'm imagining right now is Reader having a good, nice day with the Chain.

Having fun stirring up trouble with Wind and Wild, even getting Time to help out with some pranks on the rest of the Chain. Sitting by the campfire exchanging stories and having laughs with the Chain.

Then night hits.

And past memories and regrets come with it.

Maybe Reader feels guilty and regrets leaving their home to travel with the Chain (whether they willingly left or didn't doesn't matter, guilt doesn't care about the scenario). Or they had made a mistake in the past that they wish they could fix.

Eventually more regrets and memories start piling up; Reader isn't able to escape to their dreams anymore, sleep eludes them whilst they get eaten up by their past.

Then, as things start building up and just become too much, the tears start.

They try to be quiet, they really do.

Using their blanket, they try to muffle their sobs and gasping breaths. And while this tactic may have worked at home before, it doesn't work with the Chain.

With one person being awake and on watch they're for sure to take notice of Reader's shaking form.

The other members of the Chain wake up to the quiet sniffles and huffs. Of course, they would, having gone through so many dangerous situations they've learned to be light sleepers; to awaken when things in their environment suddenly change.

But Reader doesn't take notice of the sets of eyes on them, too busy still attempting to muffle their sounds.

Perhaps Hyrule or Wild ignites the campfire once more, suddenly illuminating the surroundings and Reader in light.

Or maybe a gentle hand caresses Reader's shoulder, taking care not to startle Reader too much, and Reader turns around to find the Chain crowding around them, concerned looks and sympathetic gazes.

The Chain would try to get Reader to talk to them about what's troubling them; tell Reader that they're always there to talk to and confide in.

But Reader brushes off their concerns and saddened looks with an "I'm fine" whilst they hurriedly wipe at their eyes. "It's nothing, don't worry about it."

However, it's not nothing and the Chain are going to worry about it.

They keep up with their questions.

"Did something happen?"

"Are you hurt?"

"Was it something we said/did?"

"Did someone else make you upset?"

They continue with their comforting.

"It's okay to cry, we're here for you."

"You can tell us anything [Name]."

"It's alright, it's alright."

They bring Reader into gentle hugs, hands creating soothing patterns on Reader's back and arms. Gestures and embraces filled to the brim with enough love that it's practically overbearing, suffocating.

Maybe Reader finally breaks, sobs into the warming embrace of those around them. Talks to the Chain about their worries; alleviates the problems and thoughts clouding their mind.

The Chain are happy that Reader trusted them enough to confide in them at last, they of course tell Reader not to be afraid to cry in front of them and to no bottle up their emotions anymore.

And while Reader's cheeks may still be slightly damp from their tears, they go to bed with a soft smile on their face. Surrounded by the loving embrace of those around them.

It becomes too much.

The Chains embraces and loving words become too overbearing; too suffocating that it sends Reader into a panic; makes them go defensive.

Perhaps they push their way from the Chain with a harsh "I said I'm fine! Just drop it and leave me alone!"

They drag their bed roll away from the group, setting up further away from them next to a nearby tree.

Rolling onto their side they face away from the Chain so that the tears that streak down their cheeks won't be seen.

Not wanting to push Reader away further, the Chain back off; realize that how they went about trying to comfort Reader was wrong.

They won't drop the issue of course, but it's going to be a few days before it's ever brought up again.

They don't want to push Reader too far that they don't come back to them.

#Trulytiredhermit #Chromonomatic #linked universe #linked universe x reader #yandere Linked universe x reader #First time at trying to write angst I guess #Hope I did it justice #I sprinkled in a little comfort though in that one scenario

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iusedtohavesixtoes · 1 year

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A little selection from that story I’m writing for May under the cut.

She turned to him, and without missing a beat, lifted her hand to give a touch Seteth wasn’t expecting. Byleth held his cheek for a long pause.

Her eyes were wide, pleading, and for what he could not understand. Was she scared? He reached up to hold her hand closer, pinning her to him as if she would disappear like the smoke billowing upwards around them, suddenly realizing that he never wanted her to let go. Maybe they could leave together and forget about everything falling apart around them.

#nahomie’s art #seteth #year of the otp #byleth eisner #fire emblem three houses #setleth #wip wednesday #it’s the cat story #it’s at 21 pages and counting #I’m on spring break so I haven’t had to think about teaching #at all #it’s nice #what’s a story without a little angst sprinkled in!#and humor #always humor

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rescuefield-arch1 · 14 days

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𝗚𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗙 𝗜𝗦 𝗔𝗡 𝗔𝗠𝗣𝗨𝗧𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡, 𝗕𝗨𝗧 𝗛𝗢𝗣𝗘 𝗜𝗦 𝗜𝗡𝗖𝗨𝗥𝗔𝗕𝗟𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗠𝗢𝗣𝗛𝗜𝗟𝗜𝗔: 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝘽𝙇𝙀𝙀𝘿 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝘽𝙇𝙀𝙀𝘿 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝘽𝙇𝙀𝙀𝘿. ▬ indie & highly selective 𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙛𝙞𝙚𝙡𝙙 from capcom's 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙡. rescued by 𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙖.

#sp.#you see this promo fits my ideal vibe of claire so much that i didn't feel like changing #anyway if hope is hemophilia and the healer has the bloodiest hands you can tell where this goes #sprinkling a little bit of angst for free this evening <3

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therealjammy · 6 months

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Been a while since I posted a little preview. Finally on the final day of Rhaenyra and Alicent's trip to Winterfell and so much still has to happen--including a little angst, because I just can't resist.

#personal #writing things #fic stuff #rhaenyra x alicent #i need angst like caffeine; my work can hardly function without just a little bit of angst sprinkled in

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quietwingsinthesky · 6 months

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actually hold on. even better. unrequited destiel au where dean feels like he Has to be with cas once he’s out of the empty. because how else is he supposed to respond to that? “no thanks cas sorry you died for me but i don’t swing that way.” so he forces himself back into a familiar pattern, chokes himself to death to fit his role, and the thing is that Cas is happy, Dean’s a damn good conman when he needs to be. He did this with Lisa for a year, how hard could it be to keep it up again for however long he has left to live? It’s for Cas, and Cas gave everything for him, it’s only fair.

Of course, this whole charade is killing dean anyway. trying to remember what to say, when to say it, letting cas across boundaries he doesn’t want breached so that cas feels fulfilled while dean feels suffocated. the performance collapses in on itself. dean can’t do it. and in the end, he’s still himself, and he’ll tell himself he ruined it even when the truth is that he never should have started doing it in the first place.

#little sprinkle of aro!dean angst #dean feeling stifled and suffocated and trapped the minute he’s in a romantic relationship yes please #dean winchester #spn #castiel spn #aro!dean #do i tag this destiel. it is not destiel. its the opposite of destiel: them getting together makes dean’s life worse and hurts him and later #hurts cas who didnt even know he was violating those boundaries because dean was just. letting him walk all over them.#anti domestic destiel au

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max-uhhhh-talks · 5 months

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Teehee more Starlight oc info

☆ Adding on to this post, here's a bit on what technology she's more understanding of + her internal dialogue!

Starlight was summoned in the '70s, so a decent chunk of her life on the Surface was with some of that technology. Just a bit more distanced as she's rarely ever left the Ministry. As such when VHS was invented and popularized, Primo took an immediate liking to the form of holding media. As such, he and Nihil collected a lot of vhs.

The new technology confused Starlight for quite some time, even now she gets a little startled by moving pictures on a screen. But VHS quickly grew on her and she spent her free time watching old movies in Primo's collection. Her favorites were that of Marilyn Monroe and as such, her internal monologue adjusted to that of a transatlantic actress accent. So when she speaks via telepathy, that's usually the kind of "voice" one would hear, alongside how she tends to speak in a formal manner.

Vinyl records are another she's more used to. Being the musician he is, Primo has an abundant collection of records. In fact, at some point, he showed Starlight how to properly use one. The method of usage was much easier for her to understand, so she took quickly to learning it. However as to how there's voices coming from a big disk like thing? She's decided it'll never be something she can wrap her head around just right, settling on just accepting that it makes pretty noises and spins. She could watch a record do its thing for hours, well after it stops its music.

Part of why she gravitates towards those two things, vhs and vinyl, is the lack of reading it takes to actually use them. As she can't read and the process of learning is a struggle for her, she likes the simple button symbols of "pause/play" and "it makes music when it spins with the needle carefully positioned."

As such, television screens and cell phones are a hard no for her. Aside from the now +10 buttons on a remote, half of which no one seems to actually know what they do, and the reading that cell phones require to use them properly, the immense amounts of content they hold is overwhelming for her. She doesn't understand how people can use a phone while the TV plays in front of them at the same time. It's overstimulating for her after spending most of her life actually in nature, not having her brain constantly stimulated with things that aren't neccesary to her survival and job.

Her maximum screen time limit is 30 minutes a day (implemented by herself and requiring another ghoul at her side to be able to actually count the time), and she rarely uses even a minute of that. If she ever is seen looking at a television screen or cell phone, it's most likely Swiss showing her the most brainrotting form of "entertainment" he could find, just for the sake of seeing the confusion on her face (lovingly)

All of this to say that it's not that there's necessarily nothing on the vast internet that doesn't amuse Star or peak her interest. It's very easy to get her intrigued by something, in fact. But she'll never, ever, go out of her way to risk getting lost in a rabbit hole of random things it has to offer just for the sake of a silly cat video or two. She'll watch what she finds interesting a little bit if someone is already doing so, but aside from that, all she has in her room is Primos vhs/record player that she brought over after he died.

Cameras are also one of the things she quickly grew to love. In fact, she carries one on her person everywhere she goes. She has a photo album she holds dear to her heart. She'll take pictures of anything, from a tiny bug Primos garden, to her friends. Rarely does she allow her photo or video taken, but when she does, she tries not to look at it for her own reasons. She's had Primo write captions in the album for each and every photo. And when Primo left, she didn't have anyone to really write in it for her. She tried learning to read but its a struggle, she only can really understand short two/three letter words and numbers so it wasn't enough. Quite a few pictures have been left without captions, even after she allowed the other band ghouls to write her captions in more recent times. So much time has passed, she doesn't remember much context to some of the photos anymore

#oopsies got a little sad at the end #who doesnt love a tiny sprinkle of angst #ghost bc #☆max is ghosting✩#☆max rambles☆#ghost band #ghoul oc #ghost oc #starlight ghoul #starlight oc #starlight lore #papa emeritus i #primo #cause he was mentioned

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sodafizzyart · 11 months

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Peters a freelance photographer and MJ just moved back and is modeling to make some extra cash (rents expensive). Peter really planned to never see MJ again, and even did his best to not form relationships past friendship. Too bad for Peter though, once running into MJ again, she will (and does) figure him out.

#Spider-Man #spiderman #michelle jones #michelle jones watson #peter parker #mcu #petermj #spideychelle #Peter will fall in love all over again bc MJ just got better with their time apart #and MJ will still fall in love with Peter bc he’s a kind boy #if I could write it would be a long fic that’s well paced with tension #a nice sprinkle of smut #little to no angst #and would have a HAPPY ending bc I’m not a sad person

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pangonaut · 1 year

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april showers bring may flowers

#another art trade another experimental style #we sprinkle in a little angst this time #my friend hcs that zimelu has a fear of flowers because of the revolution and I just think it's neat #no straight roads #nsr #nsr 1010 #nsr zimelu #fanart

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bridgertonbabe · 2 years

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Okay I’m gonna need you to follow up the angst and pining Benedict…

Does he find out she over heard what he said and that’s why she was so dismissive of him? If so how?

How does it all work out in the end??

I am LOVING this and need to know more please and thank you 🧡

Anon asked: Girl, you can't start something like this and not give me an answer!!!! What happens when Benedict realised that Sophie heard what he said? Does he makes it up to her? Come on!! You can give me angst but give me a little Happiness 😭😭😭

Benedict doesn't find out for several years that Sophie had heard what he had said about her at the Yule ball.

A couple of years into the interrailing trip Sophie, Colin, Phillip, and Michael are on, a portkey transports Anthony, Kate, Simon, Benedict, and Daphne to the Greek island the gang are currently staying on to celebrate Michael's birthday. The party spreads out from the hotel villa and down to the beach and everyone's getting pretty wasted during the festivities. Benedict had hoped that after not seeing Sophie for a considerable amount of time that perhaps things would have returned to normal between them, but as soon as he had laid eyes on her looking like this;

Benedict knew he was screwed - his feelings for her hadn't lessened at all, they had only intensified (and that's not to mention the fact that the reason Gen broke things off with him was because one night in bed it had been Sophie's name he had cried out in the heat of the moment).

She was perfectly pleasant when they were part of a group but anytime he saw her by herself in passing, she continued to keep her distance and avoid him. It frustrated Benedict to no end and as he watched her dancing about with Kate and Daphne on the sands to Dancing Queen, he became determined to resolve whatever it was that had made them drift apart.

He thought he would be able to catch her for a moment alone when she popped back to the hotel to fetch some more drinks but when he walked into the bar he found that she wasn't alone - she was sucking face with Michael.

Benedict had run back to the beach, feeling like he was on the verge of his heart ripping in two because of course Michael Stirling would help himself to Sophie. After all these years of friendship it only made sense that someone as gorgeous as Sophie and someone as hot as Michael would get together - Benedict would have been surprised it didn't happen sooner if it weren't for the bitterness threatening to choke him. Michael fucking Stirling could have his pick of every last woman in the world - why did he have to go for the one woman Benedict wanted more than anyone else?

When Colin offered him a beer, Benedict downed the whole bottle before demanding his brother fetch him some Firewhiskey. He continued to drown his sorrow with more and more alcohol, and when he found himself swaying on the spot he decided to sit along the shore. He let the water gently lap at his feet as he stared off into the distance, his stomach then churning when he recognised Michael out in the sea, his hands all over a woman. Benedict was almost prepared to torture himself by watching someone else fondle Sophie, wishing it was him instead, when he suddenly realised that the woman Michael was getting off with was wearing a neon pink bikini.

Benedict scrambled to his feet and hurried his way through the throng of party guests before tracking down Sophie knocking back a cocktail. He grabbed her hand and pulled her away from the crowds, bringing her to a secluded part of the beach around the corner from the rest of the party.

“What are you playing at, Ben?” she asked him once she wrangled her hand free of his.

“Sophie, I don’t know how to tell you this,” he exhaled, hating to be the one to tell her this and see her get upset.

“Tell me what?” Sophie pulled a quizzical frown.

“I... I saw Michael... getting off with another woman.”

Silence stilled between them, the music and the party enjoying themselves off in the distance. Sophie stared at Benedict and then snorted with laughter.

“Bloody hell, Ben, I thought you were going to say something serious!” she cackled.

“Sophie, he’s cheating on you!”

“What?” she squawked. “Cheating on me? What are you talking about? We’re not together!”

“I saw you making out with him!”

“Yeah, we’re makeout buddies.” she shrugged. “It’s what we do. Doesn’t mean we can’t get off with other people.”

Though dumbfounded by her response, Benedict immediately felt lighter; she wasn’t with Michael. There was still a chance -

“Anyway why would you care if Michael is making out with someone else?” Sophie asked.

“Because you’re my friend.” he replied. “I don’t want you to get hurt,”

“Pft! You’re such a hypocrite!”

Benedict glowered. “A hypocrite? Why am I a hypocrite?”

“Oh don’t play dumb!” Sophie dramatically scoffed in her inebriated state. “You’re such a hippo hippoey hypocrite, Ben!”

“Wait... are you calling me fat?” Benedict swallowed as the alcohol coursing through his body made him more prone to sensitivity.

“No, you idiot! You’re a hypocrite! You go around saying stuff and it’s shitty stuff and you don’t care what stuff is stuff someone else is going to be hurt to hear because you’re a hippogriff - no, wait, a hypocrite!”

Benedict was aware he was too drunk to truly follow anything Sophie was saying, not to mention the amount of times she had repeated the word “stuff” had left him confused.

“I’m... I’m not fat.” Benedict limply responded.

“Ugh! I know you’re not fat, you dumb whore!” Sophie staggered forward. “You’re sexy and you know it, Ben, so stop fishing for compliments, you stupid sexy man.”

Benedict’s mouth opened in shock - Sophie thought he was sexy. She had said it twice now. And if she thought he was sexy -

“Do ya think I’m sexy?” he grinned at her, eagerly awaiting her response.

“Ben!” she groaned irritably and butted her head into his chest, resting it there as she grumbled under her breath before looking up at him, her chin still against his body. “You’re so annoying! You know you’re sexy and I’m sick of it!” she whined and then splatted her hand over his mouth. “I mean all you have to do is stand there and you look sexy, it’s not fair! You’re so greedy! If you weren’t such a hippopotamus you would give me some of your sexy! Sharing is caring, Ben!”

Sophie thought he was sexy! She also thought he was a hippopotamus for some reason but the main takeaway was that she found him sexy! And she wanted him to give her some of his sexy!

He then licked her hand that was covering his mouth, startling her and making her drop her hand away as she stared at him incredulously.

“Why’d you do that?” she shouted.

He then grabbed the same hand, holding it to his face and then, whilst maintaining direct eye contact with her, pressed his lips against the palm of hand. He saw the moment Sophie tensed up, her eyes now conveying a want he had never witnessed before as goosepimples tickled her skin.

“Sharing is caring.” he echoed and kissed her hand again.

For a moment neither of them said anything or moved. Voulez Vous was pumping from further down the beach as they continued to stare into each other’s eyes. Benedict wasn’t entirely sure who moved first but in the next second her lips were on his, Sophie’s hands clutching his face as his arms held her tightly to him.

The intensity Benedict had felt during their first kiss several years ago was at long last replicated and burnt even more ferociously as their embrace deepened, their tongues mixing together, teeth clashing, and a moan emitting from Sophie’s throat. At some point they lost balance, stumbling down into the sand together, their kiss unyielding as Benedict rolled over until he was on top of her. One of her legs was wrapped around him, her foot nudging his bottom, as her hands caressed his chest, her fingers trailing across his muscles.

“Sophie.” he groaned as she began to nip at his collar.

It had never felt like this with anyone. The way he had kissed Tessa, Gen, and every other woman in his past paled in comparison to the way it felt to trade kisses with Sophie, to grope her, to be on top of her. He had wanted this for so long and he now knew she was all he’d ever want.

He kissed below her ear as he palmed her breasts, squeezing her nipples through her bikini top, smirking when she gasped his name out as a direct result of his wandering hands. His hand trailed further down her body, reaching her shorts, and he began unbuttoning them, needing to be even closer to her than he already was.

“Yes, Ben. Please.” she whined and surged up to meet his lips with a hunger-filled kiss.

It was only as he pulled down the zip of her shorts that Benedict realised how wrong this all was. It was all so very wrong. Sophie deserved better than a drunken fumble on the beach. She deserved to be of sober mind, as did he, and they should be in a bed, taking things slow and building up their desire, making it as tender and as intimate as possible. He wanted it to mean something when he first made love to her. Sophie Beckett deserved nothing but the best.

He dropped his hands away and pulled back from her kiss, hovering above her as she stared up at him in confusion.

“Sorry. I can’t do this.” he exhaled breathlessly. “Not with you, Soph.” he shook his head. “You -”

But he didn’t get a chance to finish as suddenly he found himself pushed off of Sophie as she scrambled to her feet.

“Soph,”

“No!” she cried down at him. “No, Ben! I can’t believe I let you do this to me again!” she choked and Benedict was astonished to see tears shooting down her face. “Why do you do this to me? Why do you make me feel like such an idiot? It’s not fair! And now you’ve ruined ABBA for me!”

“Sophie, I -” he tried to sit up, to ask her why she was suddenly so distraught, but she kicked sand in his face.

“I hate you!” she wailed. “All you ever do is hurt me!”

Benedict felt his heart lodged in his throat as he watched her storm off back to the party.

Sophie hated him? He made her feel hurt? What had he even done? Surely it was nothing more than a drunken cloud of confusion that made Sophie so suddenly upset.

He managed to get to his feet and hurried after her but when he rounded the corner she was already lost to him within the crowd. He searched in vain for her but to no avail and after twenty minutes made his way up to the hotel, hoping to find her there. When he reached the area where he knew her room to be he came across Phillip emerging from one of the rooms. Just as he went to ask him if he had seen Sophie, Phillip hauled him into another room and threw him down in a chair.

“Phil, what -”

“Stay away from her.”

Benedict was taken aback by Phillip’s stern tone of voice. He had only ever known his brother’s friend to be quiet and soft-spoken. Now Phillip’s low voice matched his towering figure, making him far more intimidating than he had ever been before.

“What?”

“How could you do that to her again?” Phillip snapped. “It was cruel enough the first time around - does Sophie mean nothing to you?”

“Of course she does!” Benedict argued - Sophie meant everything to him. “I’d never hurt Sophie,”

“And yet here we are again!” Phillip barked.

“Again? I don’t understand,”

“The Yule ball, Benedict.” Phillip stated bluntly.

The Yule ball?

“I don’t know,” Benedict began, trying to figure how on earth he had hurt Sophie, considering she was the one who asked him to forget about the kiss they had shared that had turned his world on its axis.

“You kissed her!” Phillip cut him off. “You kissed her and got her hopes up and then you turned around and told your mates that she was nothing more to you than your little brother’s friend and that you only brought her as your date because nobody else had asked her!”

Benedict felt his stomach plummet at this revelation. He had completely forgotten ever saying that to Henry and Wetherby and he had never realised that Sophie had overheard him. Suddenly it all became crystal clear why Sophie had kept her distance from him all these years, why she accused him of hurting her again, why she had called him a hypocrite when he told her he didn’t want to see her hurt.

“You were such a dick to her!” Phillip continued as Benedict processed this stunning information. “For starters there were plenty of guys who wanted to ask her to the ball - you were the one without a date! And you should have known better than to use her as a rebound to get over your ex!”

“She wasn’t a rebound.” Benedict said quietly - his family had believed his misery during the latter half of his seventh year had been because he was heartbroken over Tessa; but it was Sophie who he had been struggling to get over.

“And just when I thought she was finally over you, you go and do this to her?!” Phillip spluttered. “You have done nothing to deserve her love. If you had any respect for her you’d leave her the hell alone.”

Benedict wanted so desperately to explain that he only told her he couldn’t continue with what they had started on the beach because he wanted to treat her better, for their first time to be special, to explain how she meant more to him than anyone else. However he was hung up on what Phillip had just mentioned.

“What do you mean she was finally over me?” he gulped - had Sophie liked him?

“You’re so fucking dense!” Phillip exclaimed. “That poor girl has been in love with you from the first day you met!”

Benedict truly felt winded. If what Phillip was saying was true then that first kiss at the Yule ball had meant as much to her as it had to him, and probably even more if she had loved him for nearly five years before that. She had been in love with him and then heard him say she was nothing to him other than Colin’s friend. In that moment he realised just how badly he had hurt her - if he felt pained by having her scream how she hated him in his face, he couldn’t begin to imagine how wretched he had made her feel after she heard him say that after their life-changing kiss.

“I... I didn’t know,”

“No of course you didn’t!” Phillip lambasted.

“Please, let me talk to her.” Benedict begged him. “I need her to know how sorry I am. Phil, please, she means so much to me,”

“If she means so much to you then I’d hate to see how you treat those who don’t mean anything to you.”

“No please, you don’t understand, I lo-”

“No!” Phillip shouted. “You’re drunk and in no fit state to even understand what you’re saying! Just go to bed and leave her alone!”

The next day Benedict woke up with the world’s worst hangover, which only doubled over in pain when he remembered the events of the night before. As awful as he felt, he wanted to speak to Sophie, to apologise for everything and tell her how wrong he was for everything, and even beg her not to give up on loving him; not when he loved her back.

But by the time he finally arose at well past midday, Sophie and Phillip had already left the island on a boat trip and they wouldn’t be returning until after the portkey that had brought Benedict and the others there had taken them back home. He didn’t want to accept defeat but Benedict conceded that even if Sophie hadn’t flitted off that she wouldn’t want to hear anything he had to say to her.

And so he was transported home, taking his overwhelming guilt and broken heart with him, wondering how on earth he could ever make things right with Sophie again and have her love him once more.

#asks #not me adding even more angst #also me: i will pepper in some mamma mia into this bridgerton harry potter au because i am ridiculous #and while i don't see lily james as sophie i couldn't resist that one look from mamma mia 2 #because my my how could benedict resist her #and yet again i know i haven't actually provided the details of how they actually get together in this au #but i will be providing that information soon #i just couldn't help but sprinkle a little more drama to proceedings #bridgerton drabble #harry potter au #benophie #benedict bridgerton #sophie beckett

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