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ganggangscenarios · 2 years

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No Such Thing | Ch 2

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Summary: After a messy breakup and an even messier night out , you find an unlikely friend in your coworker’s ex boyfriend. A messy beginning and an even messier middle, who knows about the end.

Genre: Romance, comedy, smut

Warnings: unprotected sex (wrap it up~)

Writer's note: The response to the first chapter was better than I expected, so here is the second one. Please let me know your thoughts~~

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Drabbles:

I can & I will

Disconnect

Neighbours know my name

You are woken up to the sound of your doorbell, you grumble as force yourself up. Swinging your legs round and placing your feet on the floor. It took all of your energy to standup. Slowly but surely, you head to the door. You don’t even stop to Look at the intercom. You yank open the door and your eyes land on your neighbour and close friend.

“You’re alive!” She exclaims, stepping into your apartment, clutching two coffees in her hands.

“Barely.” You grumble.

You got back late last night. It was game night and Jungkook is very competitive, he wouldn’t stop until he won. You weren’t even playing anything too crazy. Just a basic game of Monopoly, that you didn’t pay much attention to. You were too distracted by the snacks and the ultimate snack, Jungkook. He looked like such a boyfriend. Hair freshly washed, in a sweater and sweatpants. Soft smiles and giggles. Biting at his lip piercing when he was focused. You had only been hanging out for the past couple of weeks. Mostly initiated by him, he would finish work and hit you up. In the past few weeks, you had made candles, baked together, went on late night walks.

Sarah hands you a much needed coffee and you moan as the dark roast hits your tongue. Years of working had cursed with an addiction to caffeine that you don’t see yourself kicking anytime soon.

“Where have you been girl? I haven’t seen you in weeks! You’re also never home, your mail has been building up in that mailbox.” She sets herself down on the couch.

You perch next to her.

“I’ve just been hanging out with Jungkook. Keeping myself busy.” You try and make a throw away comment, but you knew Sarah. She was never going to let it go.

She smiles a mischievous smile.

“Jungkook, huh? Spending a lot late nights?” She sips her coffee, eyebrows raised.

He was truly just a friend, a good friend. A handsome, charming, kind friend. You enjoyed spending time with him, well, while you could. You knew it was only a matter of time before he got back together with Hyejin. He had confided in you, he told you that he was unsure of how he was feeling. They were together for almost 2 years and had a lot of good memories. But the relationship just fizzled out, Hyejin was probably prompted to try again by seeing you in Jungkook’s clothes that fateful Saturday morning. As a good ‘friend’, you advise him to do what feels best. You had to tell yourself to get over whatever little crush you had on him. It was most likely because he was handsome and nice to you. That’s how you got involved with Mark, he was nice to you and you found him attractive.

“Yeah, we’ve been hanging out a lot lately. But you can’t dog me! You’re always busy! The last two times I ask you to hangout you’ve been busy with Drew. And I have nothing against you for that.” You tuck your legs under you.

Sarah holds her hands up as if she was surrendering, coffee cup clutched between her thighs.

“I wasn’t going to dog you! I’m happy you’re seeing someone new.”

You scoff and throw your head back briefly.

“I’m not ‘seeing’ him. We are just friends and plus I think he’s going to get back together with his ex who is gorgeous by the way.”

Hyejin really was stunning, long legs, a model like figure, a pretty face. Her and Jungkook looked like a dream couple, like the ones you see on clothing adverts.

Little did you know, Jungkook was developing a crush on you. He didn’t realise it at first. Not until he spoke to his best friend about it. Namjoon was really wise and he had a lot of knowledge. And he was very observant, he paid close attention and he knew all his friends like back of his hand. Especially Jungkook, who he saw as some sort of younger brother.

Jungkook was mindlessly talking about you, going on and on about how cute your reactions were when showed you Avengers: Endgame for the first time. When Namjoon had suggested that he liked you, Jungkook laughed. Saying you were just a new friend he was excited to be spending time with. But then he really thought about it, he liked your sense of humour, your kindness, way of thinking. Then he thought some more, he also liked your laugh, smile, your face, your eyes. Everything. Was it too soon to like you? He had only recently parted ways with Hyejin. Yeah., the feelings had been gone for a while. He felt like a terrible person for liking you, he was still talking to Hyejin, she was so adamant on patching things up and he was indifferent. He felt better after ending the relationship, but he didn’t want to hurt her. So he picks up when she calls, he replies to her messages. Hell, he even calls the computer repair guy to check up on the laptop she was having fixed. He knew he was placating her, but he was not the type to break hearts. Well he tried not to be.

The wise friend Namjoon was, he advised Jungkook to think it through. He had just gotten out of a long term relationship, he shouldn’t be jumping into anything straight away, no matter how much he claimed he liked you.

Sarah left after a while, she had to get ready for her weekend road trip with her boyfriend. You stayed on the couch for quite a while afterwards. Sprawled out, staring up at the ceiling, thinking about what you were going today for the day. Usually you spent Saturdays cleaning up your mess from the week, but you hadn’t been home much. So there was little to no mess. You would get home, change and then head to Jungkook’s or wherever you guys had made plans.

You force yourself to hop in the shower, not as fancy as Jungkook’s but it still hit the spot. You throw on a dress and head to the kitchen as your stomach loudly reminds you how hungry you were.

Opening your fridge, you sigh in disappointment. It was a sad sight, one lonely apple sat on the middle shelf. Next to your jug of water, that was half empty. You hadn’t done any grocery shopping, as you spent the majority of your time at Jungkook’s place. Your hands were itching to pick up your phone and order some fast food. You take a deep breath and slam the fridge door shut. You grab your phone and put in your bag, and throw your coat over your shoulders, slipping your feet into your shoes and head out the door.

You leisurely walk down the aisle, fingers skimming snacks you definitely didn’t need to make a meal. You stop, to a passerby, it looks like you’re staring down a box of cookies. But for you, you were having an internal argument. A voice pulls you out of your head, someone was calling your name. You turn around to see Jungkook walking towards you. Hair slicked back, wearing a form fitting sleeveless gym shirt, with shorts. His colourful sleeve was so apparent. Chunky sneakers adorning his feet. It was like the universe was forcing you together, you literally spent time with him the day before, leaving in the morning.

“Hey!” You say, grabbing the box of cookies off of the shelf and throwing them into the cart.

He smiles, lip ring glistening in the fluorescent light of the supermarket.

“Funny running into you here. It’s like you’re stalking me or something.” He jokes.

You laugh and push him in jest.

“Hey! This is closer to my house. You’re stalking me! What are you doing here?”

He gestures to the gym bag resting on his shoulder.

“My gym is next door, I’m just picking something up for a late lunch.”

Your eyes land on the cup of ramen he had in his hand.

“Why waste all your hard work by eating that?” You comment.

He eyes your cart, filled with different types of meat, vegetables fruit and snacks. He then looks in his hand at the sad cup of ramen.

“ I don’t know how to cook. And ordering food isn’t as fun as when you’re alone.” He slightly pouts.

He was being cute and you couldn’t handle it. Something about his doe eyes made you want to protect him.

“I live super close, why don’t you come over for dinner? You’ve been a good host to me, now its my turn.” You suggest, running though the layout of your apartment in your head. You put your discarded clothes in the laundry right? He wouldn’t have to step over underwear, right? Fingers crossed.

He accepts happily. He places his gym bag in the cart, and puts the Ramen back on the shelf. Despite protesting, he takes the cart from you and pushes it through the supermarket. He was such gentleman, he even offered to pay for the groceries, you politely declined. He helped you carry the heavy bags to his car and loaded the boot.

You were very thankful that you bumped into him, it saved you the struggle of carrying your 4 heavy bags home.

He loads your bags into his car and you both get settled in before departing for your home. The journey was relatively quick. Not much conversation just the soft sound of Jungkook singing to whatever song he was playing.

You each took two bags each out of the trunk.

He helps you offload the car, not letting you carry any bags this time.

He follows you to the elevator, standing next you as you punch your floor number. You offer to lessen his load but he refuses, saying he was stronger than Hercules. Causing you to jokingly roll your eyes.

He trails out of the elevator behind you, all the way to you front door. You quickly enter the pin and push the door opening, talking in, holding the door open for him. He mumbles a thank you before setting the bags on the countertop. He steps back and gives his surroundings a once over, your apartment was the complete opposite of his. Whilst he stuck with varying tones of grey, you chose jewel tones. All the way down to your velvet couch. He smiles to himself, it suited you so well.

You cook a delicious meal and share it together. Mindlessly opening a bottle of wine, not taking into account that Jungkook had to drive home.

An accidental peck. That’s what it should’ve been. Over in a heartbeat. Even though it was wrong he couldn’t help it. The evening should have been like any other, after work on Friday you usually go to Jungkook’s apartment and watch a couple shitty movies and drink wine. And nothing like this has happened.

You were concentrated on the movie, wine glass in hand when Jungkook noticed a loose eyelash on your cheek.

“You have an eyelash on your cheek.” He says softly, capturing your attention as you turn away from the screen.

“Where?” You place your wine glass down on the coffee table and start rubbing around your cheeks. Somehow missing the rogue eyelash with every single swipe.

Jungkook chuckles and places his wine glass next to yours.

“Let me help you.” He scoots closer to you.

This is where is all went wrong. He leans in closer to get a better look, he pinches his fingers together and removes the lash from your cheek, he holds his finger out and you gently blow the lash off of his finger.

That’s it, the lash was gone, he could move away now. He should move away now. But he doesn’t he leans in and puts his lips over yours. You freeze in shock. He tightly closes his eyes and moves back, embarrassed at his actions. Before he could fully recoil you press your lips to his. His hand comes up to cup your cheek. You take the opportunity to deepen the kiss, opening your mouth to capture his plump bottom lip between your teeth. He moans and slips his tongue into your mouth, your tongue meets his own and you moan.

It should’ve ended there, but it didn’t. Your hand somehow ended up on his crotch, and then down his pants. And then he somehow pulled you on to his lap, legs either side of him.

When he pulled away to plant open mouth kisses on your neck, you should’ve snapped out of it. When you winced from the slight pain of being stretched out he should’ve come to. But neither of you did, not when he finished inside you. Not when your core clenched around him.

It all happened so quickly, you knew it was wrong but none of you were to blame, right? It’s not like you planned it. It was hardly romantic. You didn’t get undressed, he just slid your panties to the side. You just pulled him out of his sweatpants. It was hardly candles and 90s RnB, just the sound of the characters from Shrek in the background. After a few bounces on his lap, his body goes rigid and then he relaxes with a moan escaping his mouth. He smashes his lips to yours, hands in your hair. You return the passionate kisses before pulling away, foreheads resting on each other.

You awkwardly get off of him and feel his release start to trickle down your thighs. You spare him a quick glance before heading to the bathroom. You hear him say your name as you practically run away to the bathroom, slamming the door behind you.

You sit down to pee, and the thoughts are racing through your mind. How stupid could you be? You were complicit in an act of infidelity. And you didn’t use any protection. You knew Jungkook was clean but he was still involved with Hyejin, who he was probably very sexually active with. You finish up and wash your hands and splash your face with cold water. You take several deep breaths before leaving the bathroom. You are met with sight of Jungkook leaning up against the wall outside the bathroom. He was a sight to see, his hair slightly tussled, but somehow still managing to look perfect. His lips slightly swollen and pink from your very heated kisses. His shoulders hung low as if he was attempting to make himself smaller.

“I’m sorry.” He says, not daring to look at you.

Gently shutting the door behind you, you reach out to touch his shoulder. He slowly looks up, doe like eyes meeting your tired ones.

“You don’t have to apologise. As shitty of me as it is, I wanted to do everything we …did. I should be the one apologising I’m the one who took it way too far. “ You push past him, straightening out your dress.

He grabs your hand, stopping you in your tracks.

“ I- I don’t-“ he starts, taking a big breath.

You look at him expectantly.

“This is real. I’ve been holding it in, wondering if you felt the same way. Wondering if I was going crazy. I know that this happened in less than ideal circumstances. But I am all in, if you are.”

He holds your hand firmly in his own.

It would be so easy to let yourself give in. But it wasn’t realistic. He had a girlfriend. Well she wasn’t really his girlfriend , but you knew they had been discussing getting back together.

“I can’t, Jungkook. You and Hyejin have been talking about getting back together. Up until now we’ve just been really good friends. And I want it to stay that way. I don’t want to sour what we have. It means too much to me. Way too much. I think it’s best if we take a break. Maybe not hang out for a while.” You run your fingers through your tangled hair.

He sighs. There was the bitter truth in your words, he had been talking to Hyejin. But all the talk was hypothetical. The both talked about the pros but mostly the cons of getting back together. He wished he hadn’t shared with you. He wasn’t getting back together with her. It was a floating thought that passed through his head. But he couldn’t get into it, not now. Not with how you weren’t meeting his eyes.

He apologises one more time before heading towards the door. Forcefully putting on his shoes, phone clutched in hand. He mumbles a weak goodbye before leaving. He stands in the hall way thoughts rushing through his mind as he books a taxi. How did he fuck this up?

#bts smut #jungkook smut #bts scenarios #jungkook scenarios

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wundergarten-if · 2 years

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Hidden in the depths of the Forest of Curses is a nursery for supernatural beings. Every day, the creatures of the forest bring in their children, and have them interact with each other and learn through giggles and games.

You have seen it all; it's 800 years since the nursery came to be, after all. Creatures have evolved since. And particularly supernatural beings, who now have to take care of their day jobs too, and thus, entrust their kids to you.

You are the caregiver, responsible for the children—ages one to twelve, and watch over them until the last child is picked up and sent back home. It is your duty to protect the nursery from the outside world.

But lately, your magic has been waning. The barriers aren't as strong as they used to be, and without your protection, the Forest of Curses is bound to become much darker and sinister with the arrival of strange creatures from beyond.

Will you find a way to replenish your strength and keep the nursery safe? Or will you be forced to watch everything crumble, and leave your children to the mercy of the monsters that lurk outside the forest?

Play as an aroace main character that simply wishes to help every being that passes by their nursery. Customize appearance, gender and pronouns!

Become the children's precious role model and keep them away from harm—make bad decisions or guide them down the path of righteousness!

Develop friendships and learn about the lives of some parents (give relationship advice from an outsider's perspective...or don't)

Build a community of supportive families and fill the gaps in their broken hearts!

Keep the darkness and dangers away from the nursery...unless you want to say goodbye to everything and everyone you've ever loved.

Maeve and Lorna (both F)

An ancient couple trapped in eternal youth. Their curse was set a couple thousand years ago, but as they failed to find a cursebreaker, it has never been lifted—not that they let it stop them.

Mothers to a young half-fae called Mirna (8). She is enthusiastic and easy to impress, and has lately become obsessed with something humans like to call "chemistry". Her parents oftentimes drop her off with boxes full of tubes, spoons and chemicals.

That, according to her, is all "sciency-stuff".

Despite your worst fears, she has turned out to be neat and organized when it comes to her experiments. She hasn't made anything explode so far. You trust her with your life.

Louis the werewolf (M)

Considering he's an old friend of yours, you can safely say that you've seen his decline from a young, energetic wolf pup to an exhausted parent in his forties. He's a recent divorcee that regularly tries to spend time with his children.

You have offered to help him more than once, because his kids can be some of the rowdiest werewolves in the area. He couldn't deny the help he very much needed, but only two of his eight kids attend your nursery... something you are grateful for.

Zar (6) and Kali (6) are fraternal twins—they can never quite agree on which one was born first. They are rascals, with the bulky Zar being tamer than his sister, but you adore them despite their countless schemes and play fights that often end badly.

Keep an eye on them, will ya?

Haelin the fae (NB)

Faeries don't have biological parents, as you are well aware. They are born from a baby's first laugh, and swept away by the wind until they gather enough strength to build a corporeal form for themselves.

Haelin never had parents either, but they found a newborn fae stuck on a leaf and decided it was probably best to care for the poor thing, unless they wished for it to grow without love.

Samor (10) is fast, possibly one of the fastest supernatural beings you've ever met, and he regularly trains his fae abilities like disappearance and teleportation, which only gets you in trouble.

He's surprisingly lazy otherwise. You have to insist a lot for him to do anything that doesn't ignite his interest, and even then, he will probably not listen.

Aclis the vampire (F)

She's goth, she's the moment. Aclis has gone around with her band for decades, and just recently settled in the Forest of Curses for a much deserved vacation. Obviously, she brought her kid with her.

Whisper (3) is a Kakoburra mix. You're not quite sure what to make of her. With only three years of age, Whisper has yet to grow any eyes or feathers. So far, only her horns have started to grow.

She is shy, to the point she doesn't speak a word to you or to anyone at the nursery. She does speak to her mother, though.

Aclis' boyfriend, Sawyer, picks Whisper up sometimes, when her mom's busy. He's a cool dude. Very goth. Nate, Sawyer and Aclis' boyfriend, also stops by often to check how she's doing. He's very kind and nice. He's not goth, but, in Aclis' words, "Exceptions can be made...for the right person."

Your child (F/M/NB)

Your child is twelve years old, right at the age limit for the nursery you've established, but this one has never left the safety of the place, not even once.

Not since you found them.

It has always been hard for them, and you are aware of this fact. They don't exactly get along with the other kids, they eat very little and whenever they look at you it's with saddened, hurt eyes. You don't know how to help them.

And it's tearing you apart from the inside.

Wundergarten (Garden of Wonders) is meant as a side project, so the demo will take some time to drop. I'm currently working on the demo for another IF, and I really need to finish working on that one before I start this one, but I wanted to write the concept and ideas down before I forgot, so here they are!

Warning (read): this is not a romance story. Side characters may fall in and out of love with each other, but the MC won't be part of any romances or love triangles of any sort, at any point of the game.

#interactive games #if #interactive fiction #twine game #twine wip #interactive novel #fantasy interactive fiction #fantasy if

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skitariiposting · 1 year

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funct.print ("[statement] so. Just a little update on the imperator titan situation. I decided to sit down with the .stl files just to see what I'm working with. First off, most of them seem to be set up for a larger build plate, which is fine, I can cut most in half and just baaaarely fit them on a Mars 3. The problem is before I even do that there's already a funct. ton of models. Like holy shift so many models. I got like 4 or 5 sliced, just to see what I'm working with here and just those 5 added up to a little over 24 hours of printing. So when I say this'll be a long project, it's gonna be a long project.");

funct.print ("[optimistic] on the bright side, the poll I made is looking pretty positive, so if I did start the project, I know that at least at the beginning I'd have a couple people watching, which is a confidence boost. I wanna bring this up for people questioning the quality of the videos: I'm about to graduate as a Creative Media Production major. Producing high quality things is what I've spent four years of my life learning how to do and what I intend to do for the rest of my life to make a living. The question will be if it's entertaining or not, which I'm still worried about.");

funct.print ("[statment] I mentioned it in the replies, but if I started this project <and this is still a big if> I'd open a patreon to go along with it, because I don't think I can manage this project without a bit of support. One of the patreon rewards that I think would be cool is if you get the tier, I'll send you one of the pieces to paint however you like. No color scheme, no set amount of detail or quality, just paint it how you want to paint it. Scrawl your name in leadbelcher after painting it light pink for all I care, just no bare plastic. After I get everything printed, the patrons will send back their painted parts and then I'll assemble this big patchwork chaotic conglomeration of paint schemes and colors and we'll have a big art piece that the community helped to put together financially and physically. I've also been thinking more on the whole "giving me money" thing with patreon, and I have a morality thing I've reached a conclusion with. On top of paying for me to continue the project, any money I'd have left over that I didn't spend that month won't go to me. The budget will focus on the print first, video production second, helping with rent and groceries third, and then the excess past that. I'd feel guilty taking the excess money to pay for anything besides those three or four things. So instead, I'll use it to make donations to small upcoming creators in the community and artists, without sending it to the patreons for benefits or whatever. Just direct donations from my community to them. Because while yes money to buy more fun stuff for me is cool, I feel like if I'm taking money from the community, it's only fair I spend it on things for the community and give back to the community anything I don't spend.");

funct.print ("[statement] Now. I want to specify. This is all still hypothetical at this point. I'm still a college student living in their parent's basement with a part time job for three to four more months. While yes, I've been making connections with full time jobs, prepping for moving out again, <my roommate graduated, so I couldn't afford the dorm room anymore> and making plans, my future is not set in stone by any means. So, I'm not making promises that this is going to happen. More than anything I'm just sharing my idea to see if it's even a good idea and if there's anything I can do to improve it, or make it more enjoyable for people. So don't go holding this to me like it's 100% going to happen, it's just a project I'd love to do if I have the capability to. -Jerry");

#adeptus mechanicus #warhammer 40k #admech #skitarii #warhammer 40000 #warhammer #40k

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kissdrita · 2 years

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singerlute6 · 2 years

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i think raya dragon is less disney sameface and more friendship is magic ponyfication

what i think is MUCH funnier is how the design has completely changed from the first design we got in 2019, barely a year and a half ago!!!!

how much of this film have they completely overhauled since then!!!!! like the circumstances under which this film was developed, including but not limited to 1) the ousting of john lasseter 2) the resulting creative/corporate shakeup at disney appointing jennifer lee as chief creative officer and 3) having to switch to working remotely in 2020/21, are so so tasty and unfathomable. this film is gonna be such a fucking trainwreckkkkk <3333

#raya and the last dragon #disney #it's so so so funny looking into the development hell at disney nowadays #i think it's the case with all 3d animation studios now #like because you spend the first couple years building sets and models and you have different departments working on different sequences at #the same time #so if you completely overhaul the story like a year or two before it's meant to be in cinemas #you physically CAN rework the scenes you have and just abuse your workers with ridiculous crunch until it's finished #like at this point they just have a general jist of the look and shape of the film #so they can have the modellers and lighting department and layout artists and whoever else working on shit in the meantime before you even #have to touch animating #so they can leave the actual story in limbo til the last minute #it sounds so fucking exhausting and infuriating lol #like zootopia apparently had the fox as the main character until a YEAR before it's release!!!#when disney did a screening at pixar and i think it was pete docter who advised them to make the rabbit the main character #so that we're introduced to zootopia as a place to be redeemed as opposed to left behind #so that's a complete fucking reworking of the film they had to do in a YEAR it sounds so awful #and couldve been fixed if they just gave the writers and artists enough time to figure that basic storytelling choice out at the start!#anyway it's all very juicy and disney's development hell is the most interesting shit to come out of their animation studio in years #o #media thots

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winged cupid painted blind // Anthony Bridgerton

Request: I’d really love something based on love story by Taylor Swift. The lines “We keep quite cuz we’re dead if they knew” and “take me somewhere we can be alone” stick out to me // I was thinking that the reader could be from a family that isn’t well off and her and Anthony meet at a ball somehow. They create a ruse that she’s from a well known family so that the gossips in the ton don’t attack her because Anthony has fallen in love with a “commoner.” All the Bridgertons are in on the ruse and at the end of the story Anthony proposes - @whovianwholikesgirls

A/N: Why is it that every Bridgerton fic I write, I end up writing thousands and thousands of words? This is long and I am sorry for that! As always, I hope I have done your request justice and that I hope you like!

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x Fem!Reader

Warnings: she/her pronouns, female reader, class divides, pining, mutual pining, lots of fluff, dancing, kissing, happy ending, Anthony in love.

Word count: 7.7k

Madame Delacroix’s took up the central property on the most prosperous street coming just off of Grosvenor Square. The most popular modiste in London, many of society’s richest families flocked to her door in order to claim their own dress made by the talented seamstress.

Anthony sighs as he climbs down from the carriage. His mother must be in a particular benevolent mood to send him to pick up her newest dress from the modiste. Anthony would much rather be spending his day at his club, but he finds himself ringing the modiste’s bell for service.

“Monsieur Bridgerton!” Madame Delacroix smiles, delighted at the sight of the Viscount. “How can I help you?” She asks, her smile turning flirtatious.

Anthony responds with his own flirtatious smile. “I’m here to pick up a dress for my mother.”

“Of course, of course,” Madame Delacroix sings, “I have it over here. I finished it last night. It is divine!”

“My mother will surely thank you,” Anthony states earnestly, his gaze dancing around the room filled to the brim with fabrics and ribbons, models and hoops.

“No need,” Madame Delacroix, “The Bridgertons are my best customers.”

Anthony takes the offered box, marvelling at the lightness of its weight. For all the skirts, for all the numerous pieces of fabric that go into making a dress, Anthony will always remain shocked at the featherlight weight of it.

“Will Lady Bridgerton be wearing this to the Hastings’ ball tonight?” The modiste asks, her tone light as she tries her best to keep the burning curiosity out of her voice.

“Most likely,” Anthony smiles, tipping his head in goodbye.

The modiste calls out her goodbyes as Anthony walks out the door. He doesn’t pay much attention to where he is going; only knowing that he needs to turn left in order to reach his carriage. The very thought has him rushing, safe in the knowledge that the quicker he got his done, the quicker he would be at his club.

It’s that self-indulgent thought that had Anthony distracted enough to walk into something hard.

“Oh!” A feminine voice gasps as Anthony catches her elbow whilst keeping a tight hold on the dress box.

“My apologies,” Anthony offers, steadying the unknown woman.

“You’re forgiven,” She murmurs dryly, turning her attention back to the seamstresses window.

“You aren’t hurt, are you?”

“No, I’m perfectly fine. Thank you for your concern, Lord Bridgerton.”

“My pleasure, Miss…”

“(Y/L/N).”

“My pleasure, Miss (Y/L/N),” Anthony repeats, adjusting the dress box in his hands. He goes to say something else but notices her slyly counting the money in her purse, watching her frown when she realises she cannot afford the prices set by Madame Delacroix.

“Have a nice day, Lord Bridgerton,” Miss (Y/L/N) remarks, stepping away from the Viscount to begin her walk home. She didn’t need a Viscount to be witness to her money troubles; she had thought she had enough, but the prices must have been increased since the last time she had wandered past the window. It would be another two weeks of saving before she could afford a new set of ribbons; it wasn’t worth it at this point, she sighed to herself.

“You too!” Anthony shouts to her retreating figure, feeling upset on her behalf that she could not afford the ribbons she was so dazedly admiring. Shaking off the uncomfortable feeling, Anthony climbs into the carriage, thinking of the young woman all the way home.

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“Jayne!” (Y/N) laughs, “Slow down! I’m going to lose a shoe.”

“Alright, Cinderella,” Jayne snickers, slowing her pace as she climbs the winding staircase to the home of the Duke and Duchess of Hastings.

“Have you ever seen such a home?” (Y/N) gasps; eyes widening as she takes in the grand structure. The brickwork is immaculate; many red bricks painted black to give the impression of a crosshatch pattern spreading across the building. This is only highlighted by the many windows; all seemingly lit by a countless number of candles and sconces.

“(Y/N)!” Jayne shouts, “Stop admiring the building! We have a dance to get to.”

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” (Y/N) laughs, hurrying after her friend who has already handed over their invitation.

Jayne grips (Y/N)’s hand tightly as they enter the ballroom together. The event is in full swing; the dancefloor already full with couples dancing a quadrille.

“Would you dance with me?” The handsome brunette asks of Jayne, staring at her hopefully. Jayne casts her gaze to (Y/N), not wanting to leave her friend, but wanting very much to dance with the handsome man.

(Y/N) nudges Jayne forward, answering for her. “She would be delighted.”

Jayne sends her a thankful smile as she joins more and more couples on the dancefloor.

The drinks table isn’t busy at all as (Y/N) wanders over. She makes sure to keep an eye on Jayne, watching her dance with what looks to be a Rokesby. (Y/N) shakes her head fondly at her friend; ten minutes into a ball and she’s already caught the attention of a member of one of the richest families in England.

Turning her attention away from her friend, (Y/N) reaches for a glass of lemonade when her hand brushes with a man clearly wanting the same glass. (Y/N) pulls her hand away, not wanting to cause any trouble at a ball she wasn’t even invited to.

“My apologies,” She murmurs, grabbing another glass from the many.

“You’re forgiven,” A voice drawls. (Y/N) glances upwards through her lashes to find Anthony Bridgerton watching her with a confused expression.

“Lord Bridgerton,” (Y/N) greets, curtseying lightly at the sight of her superior.

Anthony nods. He remains silent as he stands next to her; it’s not an awkward silence, rather, one where (Y/N) can practically hear the cogs and gears winding in Anthony’s mind, trying to figure out where he knows her from. If he knows her at all.

“I met you this morning,” Anthony recalls suddenly, snapping his fingers together when he remembers why he recognises the woman standing next to him.

“You almost knocked me over,” She states wryly, lifting her glass to her lips to take a tentative sip of the lukewarm lemonade.

“I believe I apologised for that, Miss (Y/L/N).”

“Call me (Y/N). And I forgave you,” She states simply, “But It doesn’t mean I’m going to let you forget it, however.”

“I’d be disappointed in you, if you did.”

(Y/N) laughs. The very sound music to Anthony’s ears and he briefly wonders whether he could have the sound imprinted on his brain; to hear her laughter for an eternity.

“What are you doing here?” Anthony asks, taking a pull of his lemonade before wrinkling his nose. Too sweet, not sour enough. “Are you here with your parents?”

“I wasn’t technically invited,” She confesses to the Viscount in a conspiratorial whisper. Anthony’s eyes widen when her words land, “What?”

“I came to chaperone my friend, Jayne. You may know her, she’s Lord Dorchester’s daughter.”

Anthony nods; he knew the man well, drank with him a few times at his club – dreadfully dull with a fascination for military history. Much like many of the men of his father’s generation.

“Anyway,” (Y/N) continues, “Jayne wanted to go, but needed a chaperone as her mother has taken ill – nothing serious thankfully. I was the next best option so here I am.”

“Here you are,” Anthony parrots, enunciating every syllable as his eyes pour over her figure. “If you weren’t invited, what do you do for a living?”

“I’m a governess for Lord and Lady Saville,” She answers proudly; a happy smile on her face as she thinks of her students.

“I hated my governess,” Anthony confesses with a laugh. “I don’t care much for Latin which she knew so she would make me do double the work.”

(Y/N) snorts. “Latin is a very useful language; it’s a good skill to have.”

“I know that now,” Anthony gripes, “I just didn’t know that at ten years old.”

Silence descends between them. Again, not uncomfortable, but a natural stopping point in their conversation. After all, titled gentleman such as the man stood beside her didn’t speak to her occupation outside of a brief conversation about their child’s progress in their education.

(Y/N) places her finished glass of lemonade back on the table before smoothing out the deep blue skirts of her borrowed dress. She clears her throat, ready to make her excuses and check on Jayne when Anthony speaks first.

“Would you care to dance?”

“Pardon?”

“Would you like to dance with me?”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“Why not?”

“I’m a governess, Lord Bridgerton.”

“Call me Anthony, please.”

“That still doesn’t change the fact that you’re supposed to dance with someone of your own class, Anthony.”

“I don’t want to dance with them. I want to dance with you.”

His argument is straight to the point; no beating around the bush that (Y/N) finds it hard to find fault with it. Instead, she sighs, “One dance.”

“One dance,” Anthony promises, holding out his hand for her to grasp.

She didn’t expect to find herself the centre of the Viscount’s attention, but she cannot bring herself to mind much. Not as he holds out a hand for her to take; not as he leads to her to the dancefloor and not as he settles a palm against her lower back. The feel of his hand feeling so right that she loses the power of speech.

The music begins and (Y/N) travels to a new place entirely. The room melts away; the couples, the families. They all disappear. The only two people in the room are her and Anthony; his blue eyes fixed on her as they start to circle the room in waltz. There’s no need for conversation; all words passed by looks alone.

When the music dies and the room fades back into view, (Y/N) only wonders whether she would feel like this again, whether they would be anyone to make her feel like this again. As Anthony bows and kisses her hand, (Y/N) has her answer.

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He doesn’t stop thinking about her. She left soon after they finished dancing; her friend finding her and asking whether she was ready to leave. Anthony wanted to argue; wanted to reach for (Y/N) and pull her back to his embrace where they could dance the night away.

Anthony returned home and went straight to his room. He undressed mechanically; still thinking of her as he slipped between his sheets and tried to fall asleep only to find that sleep was a fickle friend that would not be granting him a visit tonight.

He remains awake; thinking of every aspect of her. He didn’t think he would see her again after the modiste; it was a shock to find her at the ball, but he took the opportunity with both hands to find that he had quickly become infatuated with her.

Could this be called love? Anthony rolls over in bed; tangling himself up in the sheets as he runs a hand up and down his bare chest, thinking the question over and over.

He felt as if he had hit by the arrow of Cupid; as if he had handed himself over voluntarily to be pricked with one of the god’s arrows. He’s never felt like this; no woman had ever kept him awake at night in such a manner.

Groaning, Anthony reaches for the pillow on the other side of the bed, hugging it to his chest. All the while, he dreams it was her body he was pressing close to.

The day after the Ball, Anthony strides from his study to his mother’s drawing room. There, he sits next to his beloved mother, and asks her to gather his siblings for a family meeting.

They arrive one by one. The youngest arriving first; a simple call from the bottom of the stairs has Gregory and Hyacinth rushing to the drawing room, each one adamant that they didn’t do it, but rather their sibling. Anthony shakes his head in exasperation, not wanting to know what they were referring to and instead, asks them to take a seat on the pale blue couch in front of the window.

Over the course of an hour, Anthony’s family arrive. Each one just as curious as the last, each one just as questioning as the last. “Why have you gathered us here, Anthony?” Daphne sighs, her hand resting on Simon’s knee.

“I’ve met someone,” Anthony announces. He frowns at the shocked gasps from Daphne and Eloise; was he really so incapable of finding himself a wife? He ignores the jibes from them both, turning to face his dear mother.

Violet Bridgerton sits in her favourite chair; the one next to it empty as it has been for the last decade. Edmund Bridgerton died so suddenly, and their love was so strong, Anthony knew that there was no recovery from it. “Do we know her?” She asks; her face showing the happiness she feels for her eldest son.

“No,” Anthony sighs, settling down next to his youngest sister, Hyacinth. She offers him a sweet smile as he sits; Anthony cannot help but return the smile and ruffle her hair. When the moment is over, Anthony focuses his attention back onto his family who he finds is watching him intently. “She’s a governess,” He admits, straightening in his seat.

“A respectable profession,” Eloise states with a smile. Anthony feels a rush of affection for his sister; he had always been wary for her outspokenness, but right now, he could thank her heartily.

“What’s the problem, Anthony?” Eloise continues, crossing her ankles, leaning forward in interest.

“I think she may have feelings for me as well, but she’s hesitant to act on them because of our differences.”

“Differences?” Hyacinth questions curiously; unaware of such class differences at such a young age.

“(Y/N) is a governess. I am a Viscount,” Anthony explains, “It would be the subject of gossip for years to come should anything happen between us.”

“So we come up with another story,” Francesca suggests, shrugging her shoulders as if her suggestion was always the answer.

“Another story?” Daphne wonders, eyes glancing between her husband and her family.

“We create a ruse,” Francesca explains to her elder sister. “A story for (Y/N) and Anthony to follow when out in public.”

“Do you think she would go along with this?” Benedict asks; his tone wary as he thinks of the possible implications this could have for his family.

Anthony remains silent, tapping a finger against his cheek as he thinks of whether (Y/N) would follow such a ruse. “Why don’t we ask her? I can send a summons.”

Violet, who had been watching the whole exchange in silence, nods. “Send her a message asking her to come as quick as she can. Tell her it isn’t an emergency, but that you would like to talk to her.”

Anthony nods; rushing from the drawing room to his study to pen such a message. After that, he calls on one of the footmen, handing them the letter and the strict duty of delivering this to (Y/N) personally. The footman nods; his face serious as he takes the letter from his employer’s hand, all but sprinting out of the door.

Anthony returns to the drawing room; taking his seat next to Hyacinth.

“Did you send the missive?” Violet asks. Anthony nods; doing his best to keep his heart from beating right out of his chest. “I sent it with one of the footmen,” He answers, “It shouldn’t be long now.”

His family all nod, breaking off into separate conversations whilst Anthony remains stoic and silent. His leg bounces repeatedly; the only outward sign of his anxiety. Internally, he nerves were fraught. He couldn’t help but wonder whether this was all too much; he knew from their first meeting that Anthony would do anything for her, but if (Y/N) didn’t return such feelings then it was all for nothing.

Worries and thoughts continue to plague him as Anthony catches sight of Daphne leaning into Simon. It’s a small movement, almost imperceptible, but Anthony cannot miss the devoted smile that crosses Simon’s face when he feels his wife press against him.

Longing breaks within Anthony’s chest, spreading through his body, leaving behind an ache that he doesn’t know how to heal.

“Miss (Y/N) (Y/L/N),” introduces the Butler, breaking Anthony’s longing in half.

He stands all too fast, appearing all too eager. Anthony shoots a glare in his brother’s direction when he hears their sniggering.

(Y/N) rushes into the room; her eyes filled with panic when she finds herself in front of the whole Bridgerton clan. “Anthony?” She whispers; her eyes finally meeting his from across the room.

“(Y/N),” He breathes, “Thank you for coming.”

“You told me not to worry, but you sounded so urgent.”

“We wanted to talk to you,” He explains, gesturing to his whole family. “Why don’t you take a seat?”

(Y/N) sits; her mind running a thousand miles a minute as she finds herself being watched by every Bridgerton/Basset in the room. The room is silent; too silent – no-one dares broach the subject first. They don’t want to anger Anthony or ruin his chances with (Y/N).

“Whatever is the matter?” (Y/N) finally asks, breaking the silence.

“We’ve come to understand that you and Anthony have feelings for each other,” Violet states quite plainly.

(Y/N) fidgets, somewhat uncomfortable with this line of questioning. “I guess you could say that,” She offers, smiling smally at the aforementioned man.

“We also know that you’re worried about the differences between Anthony and yourself,” Violet continues to which Eloise huffs, crossing her arms in anger at the state of the class differences within England.

“It’s not so much worried,” (Y/N) explains, “It’s more resigned to the fact.”

Violet nods, understanding where the young governess is coming from. “Francesca,” Violet starts, nodding to the brunette sitting by one of Anthony’s brothers, “Has come up with an idea that we would like to run by you.”

“Oh?”

“It would mean that you and Anthony would be able to begin a courtship.”

(Y/N) feels herself flush; her face heating with how open the Bridgerton family were about their emotions. Their family unit so healthy and happy that everyone felt at ease to talk about whatever was on their minds.

“What did you have in mind?” (Y/N) asks, turning to face Francesca who responds with a large smile.

“We’re going to create a backstory for you. Not something terribly complicated, but something that you and Anthony can follow whilst out in public.”

“Okay…” (Y/N) whispers hesitantly, “What’s the backstory you’ve created?”

Francesca begins to look sheepish. “I haven’t thought of that part yet… I didn’t think Anthony would go for the first part.”

(Y/N) laughs; a light and airy sound that has Anthony straightening in his seat, smiling automatically. “Why don’t we come up with it together?”

“So you’re willing to go along with it?” Anthony asks; his voice unwaveringly hopeful as he refuses to look at anyone but (Y/N).

Something in his face has her nodding. “For as long as you’ll have me,” She answers earnestly, almost breathless when Anthony smiles widely in return.

“This is what I’ve thought of so far,” Colin announces, breaking the moment between Anthony and (Y/N).

The family turn to Colin to find him sat forward on his seat, an eager look across his face as he begins to lay out his plans. Anthony smiles and nods; happy with every word leaving his brother’s mouth.

(Y/N) cannot help but feel an ounce of doubt; not so much at the plan, but for longevity of it. How long would it be before Anthony realised she was not worth it? How long would it before the class difference between them became too much? She dreaded the day but knew it would be upon her before she realised.

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The annual picnic in Hyde Park drew in every affable family in London. After all, it was another excuse for mother’s to parade their daughters to the many eligible gentleman. For the gentlemen, it was a free lunch with whichever gazebo they chose to throw themselves upon.

The Bridgertons had been attending this picnic for many years; their station in society meaning that they were personally invited by the monarch. Violet took pride in her set up, making sure her cook’s famous biscuits were on display and that there was plenty of tea to go around. She also ensured that her family had the perfect view of the Serpentine; not too close for her children to fall in, but not too far for it to be out of sight. It was not a sorry affair.

(Y/N) had joined the family happily; talking briefly with Colin and Eloise before Hyacinth monopolised her attention. (Y/N) didn’t mind; she had taught many young girls the same age as Hyacinth and found them all a delight to educate. Hyacinth would be no different.

It wasn’t long, however, before Anthony joined her side. His hand settled comfortably on the small of her back, liking the way that she stepped closer to him, as if wanting to be in his presence all the time.

“Did you have fun the other night?” Anthony questions, thinking back to Daphne’s ball when (Y/N) had smiled at him as he lead her across the dancefloor.

(Y/N) smiles. “I did. I had a lot of fun.”

“How are you feeling about our ruse?” Anthony queries, catching sight of Lady Featherington marching across the many blankets in the direction of the Bridgerton patch.

“Confident,” (Y/N) answers, “Why do you ask?”

Anthony smiles; shifting his position slightly so he can hear every word of the conversation about to happen. He ducks his head, his mouth close to her ear as he answers, “Because it’s about to be put to the test.”

“Lady Bridgerton,” Lady Featherington calls; her gaudy green gown shimmering in the sunlight as she teeters her way to the matriarch of the fine family.

“Lady Featherington,” Violet greets, her voice as polite as ever. “How are you?”

Lady Featherington smiles at Violet; her gaze glancing around the colourful blankets and gazebo set out for the Bridgerton family to remain comfortable as the picnic progresses. Lady Featherington smiles when her eyes find the figure she was looking for. (Y/N) stands to the side, wrapped up in a conversation with Anthony that certainly looks to be a private one.

Lady Featherington nods towards (Y/N); the fascinator attached to her threatening to slip into her eyes. “You have a new addition to your family, Lady Bridgerton,” Lady Featherington states; no infliction of a question but one inferred all the same.

“(Y/N) is a distant friend of the family,” Violet answers breezily, “She hails from a wealthy family just outside of Leeds.”

“Leeds?”

Violet nods. “Yes, Leeds. It’s just over 20 miles outside of York, perhaps you’ve been?”

Lady Featherington smiles tightly at Violet. She smooths down the green panels of her dress. “A handful of times, Lady Bridgerton. After all, my side of the family hails from Manchester. The two aren’t so far removed.”

“Of course,” Violet appeases, “How does your family fare? I’d heard your mother was ill.”

Lady Featherington continues to smile graciously at the Dowager Viscount. Her eyes are brimming with warning and curiosity, but her smile is forced. “Mother is doing much better, she travelled to the coast. The latest journals are saying sea air helps with fragile conditions.”

“I’m glad to hear it.”

Lady Featherington nods her thanks to Violet before making her excuses. Violet’s shoulders shake with silent laughter as she watches the notorious gossip walk away from her gazebo. Lady Featherington’s shoulders are tight with displeasure as she marches back to her own plot.

Violet returns to the stitching in her lap after a brief glance towards her youngest children. Gregory and Hyacinth occupied with Benedict and Colin as the older of the set teach their younger siblings games from their youth. Violet smiles at her children; content to return to the pattern at hand, the Dutch Tulips would not stitch themselves.

“What was Lady Featherington talking to you about?” Anthony asks. His face the very picture of innocence as he breaks his mother’s concentration and grabs two biscuits – one for him, the other he hands to (Y/N).

“She was fishing for information on our dear (Y/N),” Violet comments, observing her stitching to ensure it remains straight. “She didn’t find out a thing other than what we discussed.”

(Y/N) lets out a relieved breath. “Thank you, Lady Bridgerton.”

Violet waves away her gratitude with a dismissive hand. “You’re making my son happy; I’ll protect that and you with all that I have.”

(Y/N) flounders for a moment at the quick acceptance by Violet. She smiles at the matriarch; whispering her thanks to Violet, ducking her head as she tries to come to terms with rush of emotions coursing through her body.

Anthony returns his attention to the conversation; his mind no longer focused on way to distract Lady Featherington. He flashes a smile in (Y/N)’s direction; his heart racing when she sends her own smile back.

“(Y/N) and I are going to promenade, mother. You’ll be fine without us?”

Violet snorts. “Yes, dear. I have my seven other children to keep me company.”

Anthony rolls his eyes fondly at his mother. He presses a sweet kiss to her cheek before offering (Y/N) his arm.

They amble along the path; all the while aware of the maid sent by Violet shortly after they departed. Violet trusts (Y/N) implicitly, but she knows the reputation of her eldest son. The poor opera singer being prime evidence of his abilities to break hearts as quickly as he mends them.

“You look beautiful, by the way. In case I haven’t told you,” Anthony flirts, a handsome smile spreading across his face.

“You haven’t, but I’ll take the compliment now.”

Anthony laughs, throwing his head back in delight as they both pause their walk. “You are though,” Anthony murmurs, reaching out to brush a finger down (Y/N)’s cheek, “You’re beautiful.”

(Y/N) averts her gaze; her cheeks flushing from the unexpected compliment. Anthony glances on either side of them, catching sight of the maid only a few feet away, doing her best to nonchalantly follow them. Anthony turns his attention back to the woman in front of him, desperate for a moment alone with her. A wicked grin spreads across his face, “Follow me.”

“What?”

“Follow me,” Anthony repeats, stepping off the path and onto the grass. He gestures to a faint path; one less travelled. “Do you trust me?”

(Y/N) answers by taking his outstretched hand, letting herself be led down the lesser known path.

Their pace slows when they are certain they have lost their chaperone. (Y/N) feels a twinge of guilt as she thinks of the poor maid who was only doing what she was asked by her employer, but then she catches sight of the unbridled glee on Anthony’s face and her guilt is quickly replaced by anticipation.

“Where are we going?” She asks; her voice jostling slightly as she tries to watch Anthony and not trip over any loose twigs or stones.

“Nowhere in particular,” Anthony confesses, “I just wanted you to myself for a little bit.”

His pace slows; they’re a good distance away from the picnic party, they wouldn’t be interrupted by anyone.

“Can I tell you a secret?” Anthony wonders as he comes to a stop. His hands settle on her waist and she has do all that she can to focus on the conversation and not the fact that she can feel the heat of his skin through the fabric of her dress.

“You can tell me anything.”

“I like spending time with you. You make me…” Anthony trails off as he thinks of the word, “Happy. Yes, you make me happy.”

“You make me happy too.”

“If you want me to stop,” Anthony whispers, bending to press a line of kisses from her cheek to the corner of her mouth, “You need to tell me now.”

“Don’t stop,” She whispers, fisting her hands in the lapels of his jacket, tugging him forward.

Anthony kissed her carefully, as if afraid he would ruin her from the very moment their lips touched. What he didn’t realise, however, was that he had ruined her from the instant they met. He might not have realised it, but she knew. She knew that from that one conversation, that one touch to her elbow, she would be ruined for other men.

His mouth is gentle, hesitant. By the way he groans low in his throat, Anthony does not expect (Y/N) to react the way she does. Gasping against his mouth, pressing herself against him as her lips open under his. The kiss becomes hurried; oxygen becoming a distant thought of the past as (Y/N) tastes the lemon biscuits Anthony had stolen from his mother’s table.

Breaking the kiss, the couple each suck in ragged breaths. Shy smiles break out across either of their faces, not having expected such a thing to happen to between them. A short laugh leaves Anthony’s lips as he keeps (Y/N) wrapped up in his embrace. Neither of them feel the need to say a word; happy to let the time pass between them in complete silence.

“We should probably get back,” (Y/N) eventually murmurs against Anthony’s cheek, the slight stubble scratching her skin.

Anthony releases a choked sound. “I don’t want to,” He confesses, “I want to stay here with you.”

(Y/N) pulls back, brushing a gloved hand against Anthony’s cheek. He leans into the touch; finding himself enraptured by the woman in front of him. “I want to stay with you too,” She whispers, “But your family will be looking for us.”

Anthony sighs, breaking the embrace entirely. He holds her hand; tangling their fingers together. If he could, he wouldn’t let go of her at all. He would keep her with him at all times; he likes to be in her presence, doesn’t want to be without it. However, society and duty calls, and he must return. However, he would be damned if he was to let go of her hand before then.

“Alright,” He concedes, beginning the walk back to the picnic.

The walk is quiet, but comfortable. Their hands remained tangled even as they arrive back to the Bridgertons. His brother’s throw Anthony a knowing glance which Anthony ignores. He knows his mother will have a strict word with him later, but he has more pressing matters on his mind – his future and the woman now sitting with his youngest siblings.

He’s found his forever; he just needs to keep it.

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“Miss (Y/L/N),” the Butler begins, interrupting the governess as she marks her student’s latest set of handwriting, “A Viscount Bridgerton to see you?”

“Oh!” She gasps, standing from her seat far too quickly. The inkpot on her desk spills, sapphire blue ink spreading across the multitude of papers thrown about her desk. As she watches the puddle grow, she begins to feel a deep sense of dread spread through her being.

“Shall I show him in?” The Butler asks, also watching the ink stain spread.

“Have you already made Lord and Lady Saville aware of his presence?”

“Yes, miss. They’re the ones who told me to fetch him to you.”

“Then yes, show him in please,” (Y/N) answers, staring forlornly at the ruined paper and wasted ink. The Butler makes a sympathetic noise before opening the door further for Anthony to enter.

“Darling,” Anthony greets. He goes to speak further but spies the growing blue stain. “What happened here?”

“I stood up too quickly,” (Y/N) complains. “It’s gone everywhere, and I can’t afford another bottle right now.”

“That’s no problem. I’ll get you a bottle.”

(Y/N) fixes the man with an unimpressed look. “No you won’t. I don’t want you buying things for me.”

“It won’t be bought. I have a stock of ink back at Bridgerton House due to the amount of correspondence I have. You can have a couple of pots; I will not miss it.”

“Oh… well, thank you.”

“My pleasure,” Anthony smiles. “Now that’s sorted, I came here to ask you a question.”

“You have?”

“I have. Would you attend the Shakespearean ball? With me?” His voice has a note of vulnerability in it as he voices his question.

“What?” She asks, “As in arrive with you, on your arm?”

“Yes,” Anthony states slowly, “You would come with me and my family.”

She begins to pace the room; her hands wringing together as she tries to calm the pounding of her heart and mind. “Are you sure this is the path you want to go down?” She asks Anthony; her voice begging for a truthful answer.

“What do you mean?”

“This is getting very serious very fast, Anthony. This plan isn’t going to work forever; the ton will find out that I’m a governess and the ruse will be over. This could ruin your entire family, Anthony.”

“Hey,” Anthony hushes, interrupting her pacing. He reaches for her hand with one hand whilst the other cups her cheek. She automatically leans into the touch, sending a thrill through Anthony’s aching soul. “Nothing’s going to happen,” He reassures with a gentle tone, “Should anything happen, we can do damage control.”

“I don’t want to be the ruin of your family, Anthony,” (Y/N) whispers, her eyes lined with unshed tears. She could never forgive herself if the Bridgertons were socially injured by her lack of money relating to her lack of status. (Y/N) could not help the hand of cards she was dealt at birth, but society dictates her station, and hers was so far below Anthony’s it was any wonder that he noticed her in the first place. It was a dream to be accepted by his family; she didn’t want to be the cause of their ruination.

“You aren’t going to be the ruin of my family,” Anthony assures, brushing under her eyes with his thumbs to wipe away the tears that have fallen. “You’re going to be the making of it. I want you in my life, (Y/N). I want to see where this goes.”

“You do?”

“I do. I haven’t felt like this for a long time, I want to see where this feeling takes me.”

“Okay,” She concedes, doing her best to stop the tears falling, “I’ll go to the ball with you.”

“You will?”

“I will.”

The smile that spreads across Anthony’s face makes it all worth it. He presses a kiss to her forehead, then another to her nose, to her cheek before finally kissing her in earnest. She hums against his mouth; getting lost in the feel of him.

“It’ll be worth it,” Anthony whispers. “All of this is worth it.”

“You’re worth it,” (Y/N) states quietly, pulling him back in for another kiss.

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Lady Danbury was one of two women in London that could throw a memorable ball. The other being Violet Bridgerton. For her theme this year, Lady Danbury had chosen the works of the Elizabethan bard, William Shakespeare. For what could be more romantic than dressing as characters immortalised in his plays and sonnets?

Anthony would not tell (Y/N) one whisper of his costume; kept it a secret from her despite her barrage of questions. As revenge, she kept quiet about her costume, refusing to tell the man the colour of her dress.

The two walk into the ballroom with (Y/N)’s hand resting on Anthony’s forearm; her nerves rattle as she walks further into the room. She knew she had no reason to be nervous; Anthony and his family would protect her from whatever form of gossip falls her way, but she could not help the turning of her stomach as she walked passed many disappointed mothers who had hoped Anthony would pay their daughters the slightest bit of attention.

The music is loud; the laughter lightening the atmosphere and the dancers in full swing as (Y/N) begins to feel comfortable. Having taught many a child Shakespeare, (Y/N) spent a lot of time trying to decipher the characters in attendance tonight. She had already seen three Violas, four Benedicks, and six Olivias.

“I have to go talk to someone,” Anthony says apologetically, interrupting her guessing game, “I won’t be long. Will you be okay without me?”

(Y/N) nods. “Go. I’m sure I’ll find someone to talk to.”

Anthony presses a lingering kiss to her cheek, whispering as he does so, “A marvel amongst women.”

“You’re nothing but a flirt,” She laughs, batting the love of her life away. “Go talk business.”

“As you wish,” Anthony laughs, mock-bowing before leaving (Y/N) to wander the ball alone. Moments pass before she finds someone she recognises. “Colin,” She greets happily, “Who have you come as?”

“Romeo Montague,” Colin answers, stretching his arms wide to show off his rather fetching garb.

“How wonderful,” She laughs, watching the Bridgerton strike a pose in his costume.

“Who knows,” Colin teases, “Maybe tonight I’ll find my Juliet.”

(Y/N) laughs once more, batting the man away when he wiggles his eyebrows at her in a suggestive manner. “Off with you,” She snorts, “I’m sure there are plenty of ladies for you to dance with.”

Colin departs with a bow of his head. (Y/N) rolls her eyes at the antics of the younger man; Colin knew full well of the line of ladies waiting for his signature of their dance cards, but something warms in (Y/N)’s chest when she watches Colin walk straight to Penelope Featherington.

“They’d make a fine pair if he would pull his head out,” A voice full of humour sounds from behind her.

(Y/N) startles. She turns to find Anthony watching her; his lips curled in a manner that suggested he was holding back the laughter he so desperately wanted to let out.

“You made me jump,” She hisses, batting his outstretched hand away.

“I’m sorry, my love,” Anthony coos, pulling (Y/N) into his embrace by pulling on one of the many skirts about her waist. (Y/N) flushes at the term of endearment, but also at the many pairs of eyes now watching the young couple.

“You’re forgiven,” She sighs. “Who have you dressed as?” She asks, changing the subject.

“Ferdinand,” Anthony answers, “From The Tempest.”

“How odd,” (Y/N) muses, “I’ve dressed as Miranda from The Tempest.”

“‘Admired Miranda!/ Indeed the top of admiration, worth/ What’s dearest to the world!’”

“Only you could quote Shakespeare from the heart,” (Y/N) states wryly.

Anthony preens, puffing out his chest slightly. “All the Bridgertons can. We would do dramatizations of the plays.”

“Of course,” (Y/N) laughs, picturing Anthony as a young boy, dressed in breeches with a make-do ruff around his neck. The very image brings a fond smile to her face.

“What are you smiling about?” Anthony questions, wanting to be privy to the thoughts running through her mind.

“You,” She flirts, hooking her arm through Anthony’s as they start to take a turn about the room.

“That’s what I like to hear,” Anthony states pompously though his heart races at her words.

Her laughter chimes as Anthony steers (Y/N) around the room, pausing only to grab two glasses of lemonade from the drinks table. She sips at it delicately, not risking a spill of a single drop on her outfit.

“I’m glad you decided to come,” Anthony murmurs into her ear. “Truly. I would have been lost without you.”

“You always know what to say, don’t you?” (Y/N) teases, enjoying the blush that begins to paint Anthony’s cheeks. She briefly touches a gloved hand to his cheek, smiling fondly at the brunette. “I’m glad I came too.”

Anthony clears his throat; clearing his throat of the emotion clogging it up. He takes her drink from her, placing it on a nearby table. As ever the gentleman he was raised to be, Anthony bows towards the women he vows is the love of his life and offers his hand. “Would you care to dance?”

“Always,” She answers with a breathtaking smile, taking his hand to be led onto the dancefloor for the start of the new song. Couples on the floor take up the position of the quadrille as upbeat music sounds through the hall.

It’s hard not to smile as Anthony takes her hand to begin the first steps of the lead couple. The first dance figure is performed before copied by the other couples in their square.

Anthony keeps a tight hold on her as he begins the next set of dance figures; spinning (Y/N) out before drawing her back in. Laughter falls from her mouth, setting his heart alight with the love he feels for her.

She catches the eye of Lady Featherington through one of many of Anthony’s spins. The Lady smiles knowingly, raising her glass to the young woman spinning in the arms of the Viscount.

(Y/N)’s breath freezes in her chest; she makes a choked sound and her steps falter. Luckily, no-one but Anthony seems to notice, but he recovers his hold on (Y/N) fairly quickly. It’s the end of the song; couples slowing on the floor, the audience beginning to clap their approvals.

“Darling?” Anthony calls quietly, breaking her out of her reverie. His hand remains in her hold; refusing to let him take even a step without her.

“Take me somewhere we can be alone,” She pleads, suddenly overcome by the sheer amount of people milling about the hall.

Anthony doesn’t need to be told twice, leading (Y/N) away from the dancefloor with a guiding hand on the small of her back. Anthony catches Benedict’s eye as he leaves the hall; his brother offers him a single nod to which Anthony relaxes – Benedict would make sure no-one would follow or interrupt, there was something important Anthony had to do.

The night air is cold against her heated skin as she inhales hurried breaths. The stone of the railing is cool under her fingers as she grips the stone tight; needing something to tether her to this place. It feels like a dream; a total dream that she would find herself costumed as a character from a Shakespeare play brushing elbows with some of the most powerful people in the country.

At this time of night, the gardens are dark, but she can still make out their heavenly fragrance perfuming the air, providing the perfect backdrop for this night.

“Are you alright?” Anthony asks, removing his jacket and settling it over her shoulders.

(Y/N) pulls his jacket tighter around her; inhaling the comforting scent of musk and sweet orange washing over her. “I’m fine now, it got to be a bit too much in there.”

“That’s an understatement,” Anthony murmurs, “I saw Lady Featherington.”

(Y/N) cringes internally. Her face is a mask of polite interest as she murmurs, “Oh? You saw that did you?”

“She only acts as if she knows everything, darling,” Anthony reassures, settling his hands on (Y/N)’s waist, desperate to be touching her.

“I know,” She murmurs, but his words do nothing to settle the panic tying her chest into knots.

“We’re fine,” Anthony promises; hands rubbing up and down the sides of her bodice. “It’s going to be fine.”

“I know,” She repeats, sighing heavily, leaning back into his embrace. His chest is strong against her back, but she doesn’t get long to admire his strength. He turns her in his arms, peering down at the expression on her face.

“You’re who I love. I couldn’t give a damn what the rest of London society thinks.”

“I love you as well,” She answers, a small smile on her face, letting his words wash away any and all of her worries. “You do have a way with words.”

“Flatterer,” He teases, dipping his head to kiss her.

(Y/N) gasps at the first press of Anthony’s lips against hers. She had kissed him before; a hurried meeting of mouths before their chaperone caught up to them. This kiss differed from that; languid, unhurried. Anthony took his time to memorise the feel of her lips against his; the small whimpers sounding at the back of her throat.

Each brush of his lips against hers spoke of what he found it hard to put into words. He had never been a wordsmith; could never write poetry or recite the romances of the past, but with every butterfly kiss placed on her lips in time to the shuddering of her heartbeat could Anthony translate the sheer scale of what he feels for her.

She reaches up to cup the back of his neck, fingers carding through the dark brown locks. Anthony’s grip on her waist remains firm as he presses her further into the railing. The gentleness of Anthony’s kiss soon turns to a burning passion as his hands splay across the small of (Y/N)’s back, pressing her to him.

As Anthony’s kisses begin to travel the expanse of her jawline, (Y/N) is suddenly grateful for the railing behind her. If he was to let her go now, not only would she feel the keen absence of his touch, but she would surely sink to the floor. The feel of his mouth, pressed hot against her, has her knees feeling unsteady.

“(Y/N),” Anthony whispers, nuzzling the side of her neck, “(Y/N)…”

“You keep whispering my name,” She murmurs into the night air; her ragged breath leaving behind white plumes.

“Marry me,” Anthony all but pleads, pulling back from (Y/N)’s neck to gaze into her eyes. “Marry me and always be mine.”

It seemed that time had stopped and lost all of its meaning; there was no party, no gardens, no laughter of lifelong friends. No. In this moment there was only Anthony.

“Yes,” She whispers, laughter beginning to fall from her mouth as fresh as a morning rainfall. Once it starts, she cannot find it in herself to stop. Tears soon join the laughter as a smile breaks across Anthony’s handsome face. “Yes,” She repeats, “I will marry you.”

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ghoste-catte · 3 years

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I was curious what advice would you give to someone new to writing fics? I've been wanting to get back into it but haven't seriously written something since high school. I hope this isn't an annoying question or anything!

Not an annoying question at all! I'm just a little worried that I won't have terribly good or useful advice. To be honest, I also sort of stopped writing in earnest right as I finished high school, and didn't pick it back up until my late 20s. It's certainly an adjustment! But I think the few things that really helped me get back into writing fic as a hobby and something I spend quite a bit of time on would be:

Write for yourself first, then find your other motivations. My original inspiration in getting back into fic writing was that there just were not that many fics I liked for my favorite pairing, and I wanted more of them, and I especially wanted more with the tropes and characterizations I wanted to see. I think at the very core of anything you need that internal spark that drives you. At the same time, for me at least, if I just relied on my own drive, I would not get much done; I need some external guardrails. So having people send prompts, or writing for particular events, or writing stuff for friends really helps me to get my ass in gear and finish stuff. That may not be the perfect motivator for you, and that's fine! You just gotta figure out what is.

Be open to inspiration. Anything and everything can be spun out into a story with the right tweaking. Obviously stuff like music is a classic inspiration source, but I've also pulled ideas from poetry, from memes, from Reddit threads, from YouTube videos, from rambling conversations on Discord and from real life to make fics out of. So many times, someone will post a silly Twitter screencap, and I'll think, There's a fic in this. And a lot of the time, there is! Research is a wonderful thing, but so is serendipity. If you're out there actively looking for ideas, eventually one that you like will stumble past you.

Find your community. I can genuinely say I never would have finished more than one fic if I didn't have fandom friends to talk to about even stupid headcanons, to bounce ideas off of, and to encourage me (and to encourage them in turn!). Discord has been a godsend, and some of my closest online friends are people I met in the GaaLee discord server. As I've gotten more comfortable as a writer, I've also joined general writing servers and Reddit communities and have found them immensely helpful on both a motivational level (bingos, sprints, owe-me challenges) and on a craft level (plot workshopping and writing ethics and live grammar help). It's a lot easier to think about fic ideas and hash through problem moments when I have a constant stream of fandom-related chatter coming from the little people who live in my phone! Ao3 is an amazing website, and it's great as, well, an archive, but it isn't social media by design. If you want conversation and human connection and cheerleading, you've gotta forge out and find it.

Make it a habit ... If you want to produce anything longer than a couple hundred words, you really have to set aside time for it. And writing is just like knitting or dirt biking or painting little model figurines: the more you do it, the more easily it comes. When I was first getting back into the proper swing of things, I committed myself to 30 minutes of writing per week. Just 30 minutes. I didn't even hit that goal every week, but there were tons of weeks I got on a roll and went over that amount, and by the end of the year I'd written over 200,000 words. I used to spend an hour laboriously tip-tapping out 200 words, but now I can easily blow through 1k in a 50 minute sprint. It's all about training that muscle.

... But don't make it a chore. With fanfic, you aren't doing this as a job, and you aren't ultimately doing it for anyone other than you. That means you can take breaks when you need them, you can set deadlines and then fail to meet them, you can write stuff and then decide to never post it. When you start getting burnt out, when the practice loses the joy and energy, stop. There's no 'hustle' here. In our capitalist society we're so trained to push past our limits and keep going even when it hurts us, but the hobby you do for connection and relaxation and whatever else shouldn't be like that.

Ignore metrics. Sometimes stuff isn't gonna get hits, or kudos, or comments. There are some basic 'rules' as to the stuff that does and doesn't get traction, but every time you post something it's a roll of the dice. If you're focused on watching that kudos counter tick up, you will get bummed out fast. And any writer will tell you that the stuff you think is your best work will never be the stuff that gets the most accolades. So you have to find something else to give you a sense of success. For me, it's watching my wordcount go up in my stats and those occasional comments where someone has a lot to say and that one person who always leaves me a <3 emoji (and, shout out to @egregiousderp, having someone to have long one-on-one conversations with about the stuff that never made it to page).

Don't strive for perfection. It's really easy to want your first ever fic to be a complete showstopper, the best fic fandom has ever seen, hitting all the tropes and the ideas and the characterization that you just know fandom is missing and would be everyone's top favorite if only it was written. This is a trap. No one fic can be all things. Most people who want to write an epic as their very first venture will not see the end of that epic, because they haven't put in the practice hours to make something on that scale work. That's not to say you can't start out with a big, sprawling multichap, just don't expect it to be the greatest thing since sliced bread if you're just starting out, and be okay with abandoning it for greener pastures if you get to that point. Think of the first time someone makes a vase out of clay or bakes a loaf of bread. That's never their best vase or their best bread. If they keep up with it, they'll make more and better vases and loaves. Likewise, your first fic is probably not gonna be your best fic. See it for what it is: your launchpad.

You can't edit an empty page, but you can over-edit a full one. This kind of spins off of #7, but if the words aren't there, you can't fix them. Daydreams and headcanons are fantastic (and god, how many times have I wished for a speech-to-text engine that projected my falling asleep thoughts onto a Google doc for later perusal), but they aren't fic. If you want to write fic, you've gotta get comfortable with the idea of sloppy outlines and rough first drafts. You can't build a house without a frame and you can't build a man without a skeleton (I mean, you can, I guess, but he'd be one floppy man). The nice thing about fic is that it doesn't matter if that frame is structurally unsound or the skeleton has 18 too many bones, you can clean that up in the editing process. But you can't start hanging curtains and arranging furniture in something that doesn't even have walls. That's the process. But! Also know when to set down the editor's pen and say, "Okay, this is good enough for government work", and call it done. ("Done" doesn't have to mean "posted", but it does mean, "I'm done picking at this for now, and I'm gonna go write some more stuff".) Over-editing can make stuff seem laborious and forced, and it prevents you from actually improving. To continue belaboring the house metaphor, you can spend your whole life rearranging furniture in just one room, but the end result of that is a pretty narrow existence and a room with a lot of footprints and tracks in the carpet.

Write shit down. When you have ideas, jot them down--in a notebook, in a Google Doc, in the Notes app of your phone, in pen on the back of your hand. You think you will remember that brilliant line of dialogue or sparkling snippet of narration or genius plot that came to you in a dream, but you Will Not. Write it down. Write it down. Write it down! There have been so many times when a fic was completely saved by past!me having written down my shower thoughts about what happens next in the fic, that present!me had completely forgotten about and was floundering over.

Have fun with it! Try different stuff. Try stupid stuff. Try experimental stuff. Do stuff you've never done before that you aren't sure will work. It's important to get comfortable with your niche (for example, I know I'm never going to be the sort of person who writes intricate plots of intrigue or super long 100k epics or detailed battles), but you can't find that niche unless you explore lots of different niches! Figure out what you love and what you absolutely hate, and then keep doing the stuff you love.

Okay, so that was actually TEN things, but ... I hope you still found this helpful. Feel free to send another ask if any of this was confusing or unclear. Good luck with your fic writing and, if you want, send me a link to what you've written once you've written it! I'd love to read it.

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maxwell-grant · 3 years

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You have done an (excelent) post on how to reinvent Batman as a Pulp Hero. Do you think you could do one to Superman as well? Or do you think it is impossible to do this with the progenitor of the Super Hero genre without transforming him in a totaly diferent character?

Well, you saying it as impossible only makes it seem ever more tempting of a challenge, but yes, it is a bit harder. I'm gonna link my Batman post here as a reference point.

Partially because Batman's a franchise I've thought extensively about for a long time in regards to what I like about it or how I'd like to approach if given the opportunity, which is not something I can really say for Superman until more recently the Big Blue to start orbiting my brain. I don't have years worth of redesigns or fan concepts saved on my galleries and files to comb through to pick and choose here, and my experience with Superman as a character is considerably different, in some aspects more deeply personal, and not really something I'd like to go into in this blog, at least not now.

Part of the reason why it's harder is also because Batman and Superman have very different relationships with their pulp inspirations. Batman was, ostensibly, a pulp character adapted to comics, a dime-a-dozen Shadow knock-off who picked up and played up diverging traits from other characters and gradually ran with them to gradually forge a unique identity. Superman right from the start was rooted in a much stronger conceptual underpinning: the Sci-Fi Superman and Alien Menace who, instead of being a tragic monster or a tyrannical villain, becomes a costumed adventurer and social crusader. Even the name Super-Man was taken from an early story of Siegel and Shuster about a telepathic villain who ends the story lamenting that he should have used his powers for the good of mankind instead of selfishness. I hesitate to call what Siegel and Shuster were doing “subversive” because that term's picked up a real negative connotation, and it's not like Siegel and Shuster were out to upend their influences (they were pulp aficionados themselves), but rather putting a more positive, new spin on them.

Which is why it also becomes a bit harder to do what I did with Batman and align Superman with some of his pulp-esque inspirations, like John Carter, Flash Gordon or Hugo Danner, without just making it "Superman but he's John Carter", "Superman but it's Flash Gordon", and "Iron Munro / Superman but everything sucks" respectively. It's harder to create a character that wouldn't feel reduntant and derivative at best, and actively contradictory to Superman at worst.

I guess if I had to come up with a "Pulp Hero Superman" take I liked, well first of all I'd have to take steps to distance it from the likes of Tom Strong or Al Ewing's Doc Thunder, those two are as good as it gets in regards to Pulp Supermen. I stipulated for Batman a "No Guns, No Murder, No Service" policy partially to distance my takes on Batman from all the "Pulp Batmen" that just add guns and murder and take Batman back to the barest of basics. Likewise, I'm adding a "No Depowered Science Hero" rule here, which means it's a take that's likely going to veer off a lot more into fantasy and probably enough tampering with Clark's character that it does risk becoming a different character.

Frankly I don't think I'm gonna succeed at doing these without just making it a new character entirely, because with Batman you can get away with just upending the character's aesthetic and setting and even origin and still keep it recognizably Bruce Wayne (in fact Batman does that all the time), which isn't really the case with Superman, who needs those to remain recognizably Superman as he goes through internal changes and character shifts. I guess what I'm gonna do here is more taking the building blocks of Superman/Clark Kent and see a couple new ways I can rearrange them to create a Pulp Superman

Perhaps something we can do is to scale back or recontextualize the "superhero" parts without diminishing Superman's role as a superpowered fantasy character.

One way we can start is by picking on that connection between Superman and the sci-fi supermen/alien monsters of pulps I mentioned earlier and play it up further, to create a Superman who's deeply, deeply alien in a way that no mild-mannered disguise or colorful outfit can really disguise, something so dramatically powerful and alien, that instead you could get tales about the kinds of ensuing changes and ripple effects this has on the world upon the The Super-Man's arrival. And for that I'm gonna have to quote @davidmann95's concept for Joshua Viers' absolutely stunning Superman redesign on the left side of the image above

The red, the goldish-orange and white, the alienness, the angelic, sculpted feeling, the halo, that innocently curious expression: it’s genuinely beautiful. Superman as a redeeming science-angel from beyond our understanding, as much past the uncanny valley of limited human comprehension as a Lovecraftian monster but tuned to the opposite key - you could spend an endless procession of human lifetimes trying and failing to understand this being, but all you’ll ever know for sure is that it is beyond you, and it knows you, and it loves you.

Superdoomsday from Earth 45, healed and transformed into the savior it was originally envisioned as? Some descendant of his, or a future of the man himself? An alien who picked up on a broadcast of Superman from Earth, and so inspired reshaped itself in his image to spread his ‘gospel’ to the stars?

Alternatively, to come back to Earth a little, many, many pulp characters and series were built off the antics and personalities of real people, celebrities getting their own magazines or serials or fictionalized takes on them, so perhaps one way to make a "pulp" take on Superman would be to emphasize a bit more of Superman's real-world roots, trends that inspired his creation directly or indirectly at the time. The Jewish strongman Sigmund Breibart and Shuster's interest in fitness culture, Harold Lloyd's comic persona, the rising "strongman" film genre in the early 20th century, actors Clark Gable and Kent Taylor that supposedly named his secret identity, Clark Kent being a socially-awkward journalist based of Siegel's own school experiences.

Maybe one start to an authentic Pulp Superman, who would still be Superman, would be to just ask the question "What if Superman was a real person and/or a celebrity, and they started making pulp magazines and serials dedicated to him? What would those look like?". You wouldn't even have to restrict it to just a story set in the 1930s, in fact you could even play around with the rise of new mediums over the decades.

This third one is a little closer to some plans I have for my own take on a Superman character, not necessarily what I would do with Superman proper but one of my ideas for a Superman analogue. Superman's a character I'll always associate strongly with childhood and childhood fantasy, and to tap into that I would emphasize the other end of the fiction that influenced Siegel and Shuster: comic strips, in their case specifically Little Nemo and Popeye.

In my case I would bring additional influences from some of the comic strips I personally grew up reading like Monica's Gang and Calvin and Hobbes, and I already talked a bit about Captain Fray in terms of how he’s a Superman character despite being a villain. I guess you could call this one "What if Superman was a public domain comic strip character, stripped of the importance of being the founding figure of a super popular genre or extended universe, and also was kind of ugly?".

He's not "Sloth from the Goonies" ugly, I swear I didn't actually have Sloth in mind when typing out this idea, I've never watched that film nor did I know until now that he actually spends the film in a Superman shirt. That's not really what I'm going for. Visually I was thinking of modeling my take on Superman heavily after Hugo from Street Fighter and his inspiration Andre the Giant, to really emphasize the “circus strongman / freak wrestler” aspect of Superman’s inspiration, particularly in regards to how Hugo’s SFIII version strikes a really great balance in making Hugo ugly and both comedic and fearsome in battle, as well as lovable and even a little dopey (without being outright stupid, like his IV self) in his victory animations and endings.

He's still Superman, he still goes on fantastical adventures to help people, he's still a deeply loving and compassionate soul whose face beams with joy and affection and who's got wonderful eyes and a great smile. It's just that this smile has a couple of mismatched stick-out teeth or some missing ones, and he's got a crooked smile some people take as smug or malicious, he’s got a strongman’s gut instead of a bodybuilder’s abs, his nose is a little busted (maybe he’s had too many crash landings), and his hair is a little wild or greasy, and he doesn't exactly have very good people skills because of how others usually react to him and, y'know, he doesn't get the kind of publicity Superman would get despite doing ostensibly the same things. He’s not deformed, he’s incredibly intelligent and capable, but in comparison to how superheroes are usually allowed to look, he might as well be Bizarro in the public eye.

It becomes a running gag that people tend to assume some nearby fireman or cop was the one who rescued the hundred orphans out of a burning building single-handedly, meanwhile he's getting accosted off-panel by police officers who think he set the building on fire, or think they can bully this weird man dressed funny. He goes to rescue old people in peril and occasionally they yell at him that they don't have any money. He doesn't get asked to lead superhero meetings or teams even though many in the community advocate for just how much he does for the world, he gets censored out of tv broadcasts or group shots (even his face is sometimes pixelated when they do show him), people invite him on talk shows and don't really let him talk or assume they got the wrong guy. He goes to rescue a woman dangling off a building, and then he gets attacked by like three different superhero teams who assume he must have kidnapped the poor damsel. He was the first superhero, he is the strongest of them all still, but he never really gets credit for it, it nor does he even want to. None of this at all stops him or deters him, except for some occasionally funny reactions.

This never really changes for him, he doesn't really earn people's approval nor does he have to, instead the stories, outside of the gags and adventures you’d expect from a comic strip, veer more towards others learning to be less judgmental and him learning ways to better approach people. He isn't any lesser than Superman just because he doesn't look like most people would want him to look and he doesn't have to look like Superman. Really I think we could use more superheroes that don’t look all so uniformly pretty.

Again, probably not a take that would work for Clark proper, but it’s one way I would take a shot at doing Superman with my own

I have other stuff in the works for this character but I'd like to keep them to better work on them for now, but yeah, these are three of my shots at developing a Pulp Superman.

Alternatively here's a fourth idea that's more pulp than all of these: Join up Nicholas Cage with Panos Cosmatos again, or whatever weird indie director he decides to pair up with next, and let them do whatever the hell they want with Superman. Give us Mandy Superman. Superman vs The Color Out of Space. Superman vs Five Nights at Freddy's. Superman’s quest to find THE LAST PIG OF KRYPTON. Anything goes.

#replies tag #dc comics #superman #clark kent #superheroes #comic books #nicholas cage

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kurtbastion · 3 years

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ADULT KURTBASTIAN FIC RECS:

Dream verse by aworldofis (series/ doesn’t end all tied in a bow but I highly recommend)

Kurt's building up his designer career when he meets Sebastian, a model whose snark is exceeded only by his stubbornness to get Kurt to go out with him. But before the couple can take things further, Sebastian needs to tell Kurt he's HIV positive.

Can’t Buy Me Love by thatsoulformeisinyou (multi-chap) AGE GAP

In which both Kurt and Sebastian are terrible at not falling in love and even worse at expressing it. It turns out as well as you might expect.

Or, the one where Kurt is a 19 year old massage therapist that 31 year old Sebastian propositions for sex but they fall in love instead. It's kind of a disaster because they're both idiots, but it turns out alright in the end.

Make me Happy by iaminarage* (series) FOUND FAMILY

After spending two years out on tour with Wicked, Kurt Hummel is finally back in New York and ready to take the next step in his career. What he’s not ready for is the sudden reappearance of Sebastian Smythe. This is the story of a career, a relationship, and a group of friends finding their way in the city they all love.

Runaways by larina713 (multi-chap) AGE GAP

After Rachel moves out to an apartment closer to her blossoming Broadway career, Kurt struggles to make ends meet while only have one roommate left, Santana. At her suggestion he applies for the open bartender slot at the hottest gay bar/club in NYC, Runaways. The owner of Runaways, Sebastian, has only a few rules. 1) Be on time. 2) Don't use your real name when working behind the bar. 3) Flirt as much as you want and appear available. 4) Never actually be available. To Kurt the rules are just fine and the money is even better. Life however has the tendency to hand Kurt lemons, which just so happen to make a great garnish for vodka tonics.

When All my Flaws Counted by iaminarage (one shot) BEST FRIENDS TO LOVERS

Sebastian Smythe doesn’t like to talk about his feelings, not even to his best friend, Kurt. But when he gets really drunk, sometimes he spills his secrets.

This Will Be Our Year by iaminarage* (one shot) OLYPMPICS

It’s the summer before the 2014 Olympics and Kurt Hummel knows that, after his surprise bronze medal at the 2013 World Championships, this is going to be the most important season of his life. He has two goals: First, make the US Olympic team, and second, come home with a medal. With everything on the line, he can’t afford to have anything to disrupt his training. Enter US Champion Ice Dancers Santana Lopez and Sebastian Smythe who have just begun training at Kurt’s rink.

Labor Day by artist_artists (one shot)

Sebastian helps Kurt plan out a date for the guy at his office he has a crush on, but things don't go exactly as planned.

Three Date Rule by artist_artists (one shot)

Kurt has a three date rule, but Sebastian makes it really hard to follow.

somewhere in the mess by iamsiriuslyriddikulus (one shot): HISTORICAL

90's AU. Kurt and Sebastian are set up on a blind date by Santana, but unbeknownst to her, they have a history.

These Distances by artist_artists (series): DADDIES! LONG DISTANCE

In the years since Kurt and Sebastian last saw each other at Regionals in 2012, their lives have taken very different paths. Sebastian’s a single dad and a soap opera star living in LA, and Kurt’s living with his parents in Lima after struggling to make ends meet in New York. When their loneliness leads them both to the online fandom of a television show they love, their lives become intertwined in a way neither of them anticipated.

Until it Happens by Teapdropfires (one shot): CO-WORKERS, INFIDELITY

Kurt Hummel is perfectly content with his life. He is successful, he's in love, he is happy - albeit just a little bored. He's fine until Sebastian, his annoying new co-worker, comes into the picture. He's fine, until it he's not.

If Work Permits by artist_artists (multi-chap):* FAKE DATING, BASED ON ANOTHER MEDIA

BASICALLY: Green card marriage fic with Sebastian as the editor-in-chief at a fashion magazine and Kurt as his assistant.

The Days by Hanakimicali (multi-chap/ read the tags):

A glimpse into the lives of Kurt Hummel and Sebastian Smythe, on the same day every year. How often can two lives overlap over the span of ten years?

Between the Shadow and the Soul by Sugarkane_O1* (multi-chap/ READ THE TAGS): MAFIA ROMANCE

Kurt never dreamed that in order to have it all and marry the man he loved he'd also have to marry the mob, but that was a sacrifice he was more than willing to make for a life with Sebastian.

The Best Approach to Being True by artist_artists (one shot):

It isn't until Sebastian loses Kurt that he realizes he never really had him in the first place.

The Distance Between Us by bastiankurts (multi-chap): LONG DISTANCE

When Kurt is offered the opportunity to work on a placement overseas for a few months that will significantly help towards his future career prospects, both he and Sebastian find themselves caught up in a long distance relationship. However, with Sebastian unable to tell Kurt of his true fears and worries of Kurt going to Milan, and with Kurt's own focus being primarily that of the work that he's doing out there, things become significantly more tricky than either of them first pictured.

* fics on my top 10 kurtbastian fic list!!

#kurtbastian fanfiction #my recs!!#kurtbastian #this has been sitting in my drafts for weeks #I forgot about it 😓#anyway here is my last rec post (for now)

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sunnyville36 · 3 years

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First star I see tonight

Requested from anon

Pairing: Bang Chan x reader

Themes/warnings: **allusions to trouble sleeping, insomnia**, late night/early morning dates, Chan being a soft and tender boy™️, so much fluff like a LOT of fluffiness

Word count: 1.4k

A/N: This is not meant to be used as a model of behavior to support all those who have trouble sleeping or sleep disorders. Reader in this scenario knows what Chan's character deals with, knows he has treatment and support systems available if/when he needs or wants them, and behaves the way they do at the request of his character

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There’s something special about that time of night, where one day turns into another. You read somewhere once that people like you found comfort in it because it was the one time where everyone else was asleep, where you were free from the demands of others. The part of the day you had control over. And you suppose that theory was right in your case.

So you never have a problem waiting up for Chan. You know he loses himself in his work; comes home sometimes too restless to fall asleep right away. While you care deeply about him getting the proper rest, you never want to make him feel pressured by you. So the two of you venture out, him in his hoodie and you in your woolen cardigan, usually to walk the paths along the Han river.

That’s exactly where you are tonight, following the path lit up by the light of the lamp posts. When it’s this late (or should you say early) you never feel rushed, meandering arm in arm slowly down the sidewalk, taking in the city and each other’s presence. His busy schedule means you don’t get a ton of time together, so you appreciate every moment you do, whether it’s listening to him gush about his latest project or simply holding hands in peaceful silence.

You come upon a fork in the path, and the grassy spot between the two diverging trails is covered in tiny bunches of white and yellow flowers. Some might call them weeds, but you’ve always thought they were a sign of nature’s beauty, especially now, when the light from the lamp post is giving them a delicate glow. Your companion follows your gaze, catching sight of the little buds, and plucks a couple from the ground, holding them out to you. “Just like you,” he says, dramatically bringing the other hand to his heart, eyes glinting with mirth, “the light in my darkest of nights.”

“Channn,” you fake whine, blushing at his cheesiness and hiding your head in his shoulder. He takes the opportunity to put the little flowers behind your ear, placing a kiss on your temple and whispering a simple “Thank you for being with me.”

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It’s 1 AM and you’re heading over to Chan, planning to surprise him with some homemade food at the JYP building where he’s been holed up all day. Making your way past the front desk and up to his studio, you knock lightly on the door, his head turning to see you raise your loosely packed bag of food.

“Up for a late-night snack?”

Down in the courtyard, you set out what you brought on one of the round patio tables, Chan sliding into the chair next to you with a blanket draped around him.

“Jjapaguri?!” he exclaims, eyes lighting up at the sight of your huge container of noodles.

“And mochi for dessert,” you answer, incapable of stopping the smile that takes over your face from his little fist shakes of excitement.

He scarfs up the noodles like you knew he would, raving about how good you’ve gotten at making them. You tell him about the class you’ve been working on all day, about how you’re excited for the date the two of you have been planning for the weekend. When it’s time for dessert, you each take your little mochi and hold them up, bringing them together to “toast” like you would champagne glasses. In his other hand, Chan records your tradition on his phone like he always does, saving the short looping video before taking a huge bite into his ice cream.

His mouth is still full when you whisper, “You know what Bin would say about this?” And after a moment of silence for him to swallow…

“You’ll get a stomach ulcer!” you declare in unison, both cackling at your rather poor impressions of Stray Kids’ resident wisdom-giver.

“I’d say these are worth it,” he says, extending the blanket to wrap around you as well.

You smile back, scooching closer to rest your head on his shoulder. “I would too.”

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It’s especially late for Chan to be out, but the boys have the next few days off, so you’re not too worried. A few minutes later, you hear the sound of the door opening and his voice calling your name.

“In here!” you reply, and wait for your boyfriend to find you in the living room.

He comes around the corner of the hallway, and you’re immediately struck by how nice he looks, his loose white button up giving his skin a pretty glow.

“What’s the special occasion?” you ask.

“Oh nothing,” he replies nonchalantly. “Come on, I want to show you something.”

He leads you out into the hallway and to the elevator, punching in the button for the top floor of the dorm. You keep quiet, not wanting to ruin whatever surprise it is he has in store for you. At the top level, he takes you to another tiny staircase that you assume leads to the roof, his hands coming up behind you to cover your eyes as you reach the door at the top.

“Okay, no peeking!”

He guides you out the door into the warm night air and across the roof a little before removing his hands with a “Surprise!”

You open your eyes to see a tiny two-person table adorned with candles and a thin-stemmed vase with flowers. Two plates of food and a bottle of wine are set out, and soft music is playing from somewhere in the background.

“Chris…” you breathe out, almost lost for words.

“I got special permission to bring you up here,” he says, arms snaking around your waist. “So we could have a real late-night date.”

This is the most extravagant, thoughtful, and romantic gesture anyone has ever done for you. “It’s beautiful,” you manage to whisper as he walks you to the table, pulling your chair out for you.

“After you, my love.”

The two of you spend the next few hours on your special date, catching up on everything you’ve been doing and enjoying the serene quiet of the city at this hour. The food is delicious, and you can’t bring yourself to take your eyes off your boyfriend for any longer than a few seconds, absolutely wonderstruck by how lucky you are to be with him.

You’re preparing to head back downstairs when Chan moves his chair closer to you, holding out his phone. “I have a little something for you, Y/n.” He places the phone in your hands and taps the screen, your heart beating in anticipation.

What appears is a video, a montage of photos and videos of the two of you from all of your early morning adventures over the last year. The images are set to a soft instrumental, one that sounds very similar to one he played for you the other night that you mentioned was one of your favorites. And overlaid with the music is Chan’s melodic voice, quietly reciting...

Star light, star bright

First star I see tonight

I wish I may, I wish I might

Have this wish I wish tonight

Some of the pictures you recognize; the obligatory thumbs up selfie you’d taken with the similarly-formed sculpture in Olympic Park just as the sun was peeking over the horizon, the mochi “toast” from your impromptu meal a few weeks ago. But many are ones you’ve never seen before; ones of you. One of you looking out at the sunrise from a grassy spot you stargazed in one night; one of you walking along the river, your form framed against the backdrop of the city lights. You never noticed him taking these photos of you, and there’s something so intimate about having your partner catch glimpses of you no one else has seen, capturing you as a living memory.

As the video comes to a close, you hear Chan’s voice whisper one last line.

You are my wish forever Y/n

Near tears, you wrap him in the tightest embrace you possibly can, his arms circling around you to reciprocate. You’re overwhelmed by the emotion of what it feels like to love a man like him and be loved in return, so you let him hold you for a long while, cherishing every second. When you finally pull back, you take his face in your hands, wanting to make sure he hears what you’re about to say.

“Thank you, Chris. You are my forever wish.”

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Is there really a thumb sculpture in Seoul's Olympic Park? Yes!

As always, happy to hear your thoughts, and thank you for reading!

#stray kids #stray kids fanfiction #bang chan #bang chan fanfiction #bang chan fanfic #bang chan fic #bang chan x reader #bang chan imagines #bang chan fluff #stray kids fic #stray kids x reader #stray kids imagines #skz #skz x reader #skz fanfic #skz fic #skz imagines #skz fluff

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binniesthighs · 3 years

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call me babydoll | reader x chan

soooo shhhh this actually a part one shhhh but i’m just trying out writing out different things and getting out some of my ideas outta my head that i’m really excited about, this one being one of them!! for now...just pretend that this is just a regular ol’ drabble hehehehe. this part is the set-up chapter (shhh i mean drabble)

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Pairing: self insert, female reader x bang chan

Genre: fluff, smut, and angst

Tags: (overall) bodyguard au, moderndayprince!chan, bodyguard!reader, secret agent au, royal au, action and peril, plot driven, running out of time, slow-ish burn, growing feelings, softswitch!chan, hardswitch!reader, some skz side characters, jeongin third wheel and comedic relief LOL, travelling, chan being expensive and having a lil bit of a superiority complex, flirtyyyy chan, bits of mystery, explicit language, mentions of food and alcohol, idk think like 007 vibes hehe

CWs: guns and gun violence, a shooting in a ballroom, mentions of blood

Word count: 4.6k

Parts

ONE | TWO

“I wasn’t expecting to see you here early.”

“Well, expect the unexpected.”

“Don’t turn the motto back at me. I’m sick of hearing it so many damn times.”

“What? You and I both know that it’s true. You’re here early too, so, technically you don’t get to say anything.”

Jeongin straightened his bow tie, then patted down the sides of his perfectly ironed tux with not a crinkle to be found. Knowing him, it was a miracle that he hadn’t messed it up in some form yet. He promptly took out his pocket square to clean off his glasses.

“You’re looking nice. Seems like they don’t mind spending money now on you these days.” He blew off the flecks of dust on his lenses.

“They know that they get their return on their investment. And thank you.”

You smoothed down the sides of your dusty pink dress that nearly went all the way down to your ankles. Had you any other choice, it would’ve been something different, but, dresses were really good at hiding your thigh holster compared to the slacks you usually favored. You didn’t mind the times that you would have to put on a pretty dress, it somewhat reminded you that there was normal life outside of your job. Not to mention, they had started sending you jewelry as well. You always had liked the look of a diamond necklace.

“You do your research for tonight?”

Jeongin nodded, then took from his pocket his phone to read over the details.

“I’ve done a background check on everyone attending, we shouldn’t have any issues. It’s already a low risk event anyway. Charity is never something to get too worked up over, but, you never know with the detail that some of these people come with...who they might be tied to...”

“--The only people we can trust is ourselves.” You nodded with arms crossed.

“Expect the unexpected, I know.” He slid his phone back into his inside suit pocket to adjust his cufflinks.

“--Nervous?” You took note of his fidgeting actions.

“Nervous? No. I’ve been through this before. You know that.”

You flicked your partner right on his forehead strung with his white hair. You had really wished that he had picked a less conspicuous color, but he had strings to pull that you didn’t.

Jeongin cleared his throat, “You do your once over?”

“Do you even need to ask? I did it hours ago and when we arrived. You know that I’ve done this before too.”

“I know. I know.”

Jeongin looked out at the vast circular atrium that made up the center of the hotel. Several stories down under the glass rooftop, you could hear the faint sprinkling of the intricate fountain which smelled of copper. A bit further down, you could see the tips of the tree branches from the indoor landscaping. Across the way, a door slammed with residents tucking in their ties. The two men you had recognized from the roster: a simple thing which made you feel at ease. Your young partner must’ve started to have an effect on you. A sense of unease seemed to quell in your neck. You always listened to your hunches.

“W-what do you think he thinks of us?” Jeongin broke the silence.

“Well,” From inside the room you had waited outside, you could hear his distant murmuring, so you lowered your tone. “I think that he has yet to trust us. It’s only been a few weeks. He doesn’t seem like the kind to give himself up easy. That, and I’m sure his resentment of his father must have some influence.”

“You think he hates us?”

“I think he hates his father for hiring us. I mean, wouldn’t you? His old security detail, he had them for years.”

“I guess so. But, we’re not like his old detail.”

“No. We’re not. I don’t think he gets that yet. I think he sees us as one more way his father has a hold on him.”

“It’s not like he can do much else about it when his dad’s a kin--”

“--No, no, thank you, really, it’s lovely. Some of your best work. Thank you.”

Chan swung open the door to his room, stopping Jeongin right in his sentence.

“Ah. You’re here already. That’s...punctual.”

As dazzling and showy as ever, Chan looking nothing short of a magazine model. For a prince, he had certain...appearances that he had to maintain. Today, it was a velvety and maroon suit jacket with a white button up. On the collar, two matching brooches had been perfectly placed, and they were silver like moonlight in the shape of English ivy and adorned with diamonds. On his lapel, he wore the royal insignia of the lion and the wolf. Behind him, you could see his slew of stylists cleaning up their makeup kits and obscene assortment of designer dress shoes for him to pick from. You had thought before that he even smelled like royalty: stuffy white roses with a hint of priceless cognac.

Jeongin bowed his head respectfully. “Everything has been prepared for tonight. The rest of your guards are surrounding the building, and I’ll be corresponding with them as needed, your Highness.” He tapped at his earpiece.

Chan drew his attention over to you, giving you a rather lusty glare. Over the past couple weeks, you had gotten used to it. He was a prince to every extent of the word. If there was anything that he had wanted, he simply had to ask. It drove him insane that all he could do was merely look at you. You had wondered if he harbored anything else for you besides the way that he would devour the curves of your shoulders and hips.

“Fox. Bee. You look nice tonight. I like seeing you dressed up. Makes me feel less out of place.”

You couldn’t help but let out a little sound of discontentment over his rather affectionate nickname for you. You and your partner had been introduced to him as F and B. Quickly he had figured out Jeongin’s codename as Fox, considering that he had done a poor job picking out one that wasn’t related to him at all. Anyone could tell that boy was fox-like, and he also just wasn’t that creative when it came to picking out a name for himself. B, or Bee as he had decided, was your name; as in bumblebee. After learning about Fox, he figured that there was an animal theme going, so Bee seemed to fit best in his oponion.

You tested his glare with your best, “Thank you, your Highness.”

Jeongin gulped. “Your assistant should be waiting downstairs with your itinerary. She told me that you should meet her first off.”

“You work too hard F. Have some fun tonight, hm? But don’t...drink too much. You’re responsible for my life remember?” Chan clapped his bodyguard on the back.

Your partner nervously laughed and adjusted his glasses once more: his preferred tic.

“And Bee?” Chan rose a brow to lean into close and whisper. “Stay close, alright?”

“Of course, your Highness.”

Chan let out a little scoff after getting one more proper look at your frame. “Damn. You really are stunning. Just a little too dangerous for me though.”

You rolled your eyes, dishing him outa, “Whatever you say, your Highness.”

Jeongin threw you and annoyed glare before tracing after Chan as he sauntered down the hall to the glass elevator.

“Bee? You coming? Or do you have something better to do?” Chan’s voice called down the hall with an echo and a little teasing gesture of his hand.

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It had been seven years since you had chosen this line of work, and each time that you had to go to one of these things, you hated them more and more. Not because they were hard to control--they were easy--but you just hated how many superficial and self-absorbed people that they could fit into one room.

The air was filled with the scent of champagne bubbles and too much Chanel No. 5. From corner to corner of the room, and even next to the ice sculpture of the lion and the wolf crest, silk, satin; velvet and the best cotton could be found. Long gloves covered the arms of ladies with wrinkling skin, and tweed vests held in the guts of men who indulged in their food just as much as their mistresses. All this effort just to appear as if they had given one care about the philanthropic efforts of the royalty.

Several neatly dressed waiters passed you with golden platters of hors d'oeuvres made of ingredients so expensive, they would’ve cost the same amount as the generous donations made by the attendees. If you could’ve, you would’ve scooped up as many of them as you could, just to eat all of their copious amounts of money yourself, but, there was somewhere a rule that you had to keep your hand to yourself when you were on duty. The best that you had to look forward too was take-out to eat at 3 in the morning with Jeongin later.

Buzzing chatter filled your earpiece while each of the additional guards gave their hourly report.

“Damn. It’s fucking colder out here than I thought. It’s fucking summer.” One of them joked to the tune of the other guards laughter.

“Stay focused.” Jeongin scolded over the line. “Don’t leave your posts until your shifts change.”

While he was a timid man, Jeongin was not one to mess around. Son of the director, he knew that he had big shoes to fill. After pleading for years for her to admit him into the academy, she had agreed. Everyone knew the reason why she didn’t want him in this line of work. Too many dead. Too many missing. In some ways, he was also yours to look after.

You trailed after Chan who was busy talking to his assistant and his publicist. While he nodded at their words, you knew that he must’ve been barely listening. Chan never really was one for formality, but much rather enjoyed simplicity and pleasure. Jeongin and you had somewhat of a bet going: out of all the guests, you had liked to bet which one he would take with him to his bedroom. Since you had all the profiles of the guests, you liked to bet a little money on which one it would be.

Jeongin had guessed it to be the heiress and daughter of a tycoon who had made a multi-million won donation in the name of his company. It was ironic; his very company was a big-scale pollutor who liked to make nice with the crown. She was conventionally very pretty: long legs, a thin frame, she was educated and looked as if she could hold somewhat of a conversation...not like that mattered to him.

You had predicted it to be the foreign CEO who had just started business dealings with the crown. While she might’ve looked a bit stuck-up and prim, she was intimidating, and a challenge. Chan loved challenges. Chan also had a pension for pretty boys with a bit too much money on their hands--usually inherited--and with nothing much else to do other than dote on him. There were plenty of those attending the gala tonight.

Chan snaked through the crowd, bowing his head at all of the Good evening, your Highnesses and the It’s a pleasure to meet you, your Highnesses. Every few moments or so he would take a bite from a golden plate and then pop it into his mouth. The whole night long, he would hold his glass with him and it would get refilled for him without him even needing to ask. You sometimes liked to pretend that in some places, they must’ve assigned someone to watch him from afar to make sure that he would never need anything before it was given to him. It wouldn’t have surprised you.

“Having fun Bee?” Chan languidly rolled his head back, swirling his glass.

“As much fun as you are.” You quipped.

“Anything that I should be concerned about?”

“Nothing of concern.” You stated matter-of-factly. Had you matched his flirting tone, you knew that you wouldn’t hear the end of it for the rest of the night. “Fox. Report?”

“Nothing that I can see. No one has been tagging you.” Jeongin had staked himself up on the upper balcony of the banquet hall room, and had been watching for as long as you had been following after the prince. “You sensing anything strange?” His voice tickled in your in-ear.

“Just a bunch of the normal crowd.” You kept your tone down low. “He’s rubbing noses with the usual. You’ve seen too?”

He chuckled. “Yeah. I know what you mean.”

You followed Chan to his seat nearest the front of the room which had been fashioned into a stage with a clear glass podium in the center. Right in front there was one more crest decorating it. Chan had ensured it to be so: he had wanted everyone to know that this was all for his charity.

“It seems like our bets aren’t working out. He hasn’t talked to either of the...suspects.” Your partner changed his choice of words knowing that the other guards were listening.

From the opposite side of the room both the heiress and the CEO stood with thin glasses of wine in their lithe hands. Chan had in fact walked right past them, and didn’t even notice.

“Tonight is going to be a long night.” Jeongin sighed over the line.

You politely pushed past attendees with a raised hand and a sweet smile. You had found that when you smiled, you had appeared less intimidating.

“Oh wait...what’s this?”

“What?” You whipped your head around after Jeongin’s interjection. “What? Do you see something? What’s the call?”

“Relax! It just looks like he’s approaching someone he wants to talk to. I think both of us are about to be proven wrong.”

“Ah, shit.” You sighed. “Don’t put me on edge like that.”

“I’m only trying to entertain myself.”

“Name. Who is it? You’ve got the roster.”

You partner was quiet for a minute, and you watched from a distance as Chan approached the man leaned over a martini seated at one of the perfectly decorated tables.

“Uh, I think that he’s Lee Minho. Some kind of royalty from somewhere else. Pretty low ranking from the looks of it. I think that he made a donation himself...and it’s...damn, larger than you would expect.”

“Should we be concerned?”

“No. Seems harmless.”

“Thank you for coming,” You made out the words that Chan had mouthed. He drew a chair next to the unknown man.

From what you could tell, Lee Minho was handsome to the full extent of the word: nearly all of his physical features were exemplary and his suit appeared to have been fitted to perfect for him; likely one of a kind. He too wore an insignia on his lapel, but it was one that you hadn’t recognized before. He had immaculately styled hair that had some kind of rebellious and boyish charm to it. The man had a kind of mystery about him too: you had been able to pride yourself in being able to read people, and it had saved your life on more than one occasion. But with him, there was something that you couldn’t place.

“Do they know eachother?” You asked Jeongin.

“Not that I know of. School friend maybe? Seems like all the royals send their kids to the same schools.”

“Hm. That would make sense.”

“Enjoying yourself?” Chan said.

Lee Minho nodded, and rose his glass to clink it with the prince’s.

“Do we think that he’s our...suspect?”

The stranger dipped his head into his hand as he listened to Chan speak. A flirty gesture that you had seen a hundred times or more. Still, the way that he inspected Chan, it wasn’t adoring. Or at least, you didn’t think that it was.

“No. I don’t think so.”

“What the hell are you yapping about?” One of the other guards snapped over the line.

“Um, classified stuff.” Jeongin quickly explained. “Above your paygrade. Don’t worry about it.”

“Fox. Watch out for him tonight.” You snuck over to a corner of the room where you could watch the two of them more discreetly.

“Affirmative....” Your partner paused. “Babydoll.”

“Pffff--Babydoll??” The same guard stifled his laughter. “You call her Babydoll, Fox? Damn, you all must be closer than I thought. Didn’t know that I was missing out on some of the action--”

“--Ever heard of a codename, Three?”

“Babydoll’s her codename.”

A grin crept over your lips. “Expect the unexpected.”

You had almost gotten distracted enough to miss how Lee Minho had leaned over to whisper something into the prince’s ear. After he had done so, Chan laughed out a little, then reached his arm around the other man’s chair comfortably.

“They’re...cozy.” You updated your partner.

“I’m trying to cross-check where he might know him from.”

Chan’s assistant and publicist finally slipped away with giddy little smiles. In many ways, you were jealous of them. They could leave whenever the wanted, eat what they wanted...

Jeongin scoffed. “Well, turns out...nothing. I can’t find anything.”

“Nothing?”

“Negative. I’m not seeing any crossover.”

“So they really are strangers?”

Your partner sighed. “Looks like neither of us are cashing ou--I mean--finding the suspect.”

Under your breath, you wondered aloud, “Who are you...Lee Minho?”

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The night drew on longer with the rest of the formalities: the formal dinner, followed by several speeches from important people while dessert was being served. It all led up to the final act: His Royal Highness, Prince Chan’s speech. On several neat notecards marked with the crest, he held them in front of him while he ate his last bits of Mont Blanc Chocolate Pavlova. Even the name of the sweet itself sounded pretentious. Granted, it smelled delicious--as many expensive things did.

You stifled a yawn from your little set up on the edge of the room. At least you should’ve been able to sit, but it turns out that sitting is also against the rules in this line of work. A couple other security and bodyguards had joined you at the edge: some of their heads nodded with sleep, and the others looked as if they had taken one too many energy shots. Luckily, your stamina had been well crafted.

A fancily dressed MC made his way up to the podium and the room filled with applause after the last speaker had said all of their correct mandatory words.

“It is my honor to introduce to the stage, our wonderful head benefactor of this organization, His Royal Highness, Prince Chan of the Crown.

Applause tenfold of before erupted through the whole room and it wasn’t even an afterthought for the every attendee to stand up from their seats in an ovation. It was a force of habit for you, but you found yourself clapping as well.

Chan rose with grace, and re-buttoned his jacket with finesse. A blinding spotlight found him and it made the diamonds adorning his beck wink brilliantly. Even more blinding was his pearl white, and perfectly trained smile accompanied by his wave.

Thank you. Thank you. He mouthed.

“It’s like he’s a frickin’ movie star.” Jeongin groaned.

“Might as well be with the way that they treat him. You know deep down they’re all just terrified.”

Chan made his way up to the stage in all of his regality, and the applause didn’t stop until he cleared his throat. A collective groaning of a couple hundred chairs squeaked when everyone sat back down.

“Thank you everyone, really. I wanted to thank you all for your generous support in your donations to this organization, as well as your association with the crown. I’m sure that all the beneficiaries of your donations are beyond thankful compared to me. Without you, this would not be possible.” Chan spoke with grandiose gestures, as usual, but this time, he had found you on the side of the room. “Listen, aside from being a prince, I’m also just a person. A person who knows what it means to struggle, to--”

“--I can’t listen to this anymore.” You whispered into the quiet room, and to your partner.

“Just a few more hours.” He droned. “I almost wish that something would happen so that we don’t have to sit though much else of this.”

“Be careful what you wish for.”

In the corner of your eye, Lee Minho shifted in his seat, but still kept his undivided attention to the stage. You figured he must’ve been just like the rest of them: enamored by the flashiness of the crown--and Chan. He had a way of putting a spell on people: it was the kind of spell that a prince of deception had crafted after years of being kept under lock and key.

“--Anyway, what I’m trying to say, royal or fanciful we all might be, in the simplest way, we’re all just people, therefore this is what connects us all. Thank you.”

Chan was gifted yet another standing ovation that was somehow even more thunderous than before.

“Yeah right.” You scoffed. “People born into money. There’s a difference.”

Chan gave his last waves, then a clamor echoed from the back of the room. At first, it had just sounded like the same raucous laughter you had heard all night, but then it shifted to something different. The sound of laugher turned into shouting, then screams: high pitched and piercing. You had seconds to respond, head whipping around the room to catch sight of the confused prince. In your in-ears, the the sound of gunshots echoed with rapid-fire speed. Machine guns. Shouting commands barked in your ear, and muddled with Jeongin’s string of demands and questions.

“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON OUT THERE? REPORT! REPORT!”

Your heart instantly started beating into hyperdrive, and your legs sprinted as fast has physically possible

“THEY’VE GOT GUNS!” A shrill and cracked voice of an older woman wailed from the back of the room.

Immediately after she had said so, shots fired into the darkened room with sparks, and the metallic sound of bullets hitting the marbled ground followed.

Chan looked around in his panic for you, petrified on the stage. You slung your gun out from your thigh holster and latched onto him with all of your might.

“TH-THEY JUST CAME OUT OF NOWHERE IN THESE VANS. THEY’RE ARMOURED, WE CAN’T--”

“Get the fuck down there and secure the exists!” Jeongin growled into his mic. “B--is the prince secure??”

“Secure!” You yelled back. Using your body as a barrier, you led the cowering prince through the mass hysteria of the crowd.

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Shit.” Chan shook under your iron grip.

More shots fired into the room and bodies parted like the sea and fell over each other.

From the balcony, you had caught Jeongin aiming his own gun at the chaos below.

“I’ll cover you! Fuck! There’s so many of them! Get him to the car out back--Three, Six, meet B out there! Three!? Six!? Report!”

“Three and Six are down F!” One of the guards panted. “I can provide cover out back!!”

“Who’s speaking??” Jeongin bellowed, then aimed from above at one of the intruders. Your only focus was on weaving you and Chan out of there, but you had seen one of them in a blur. Each of the men with guns wore dark grey suits with black ties and leather gloves. Each of them wore their own crest: and it was all red.

“Bee?? Bee???” Chan shouted out for you, and jumped every time the crack of a shot echoed in the ballroom.

“I’ve got you, your Highness. We’ll be out soon. Keep your head down and listen to me.” Your arm held to him tightly, and you soon found the exit nearest. There was no telling if there would be more of them outside, but you loaded your gun quickly just in case, and pointed it out.

“Jeongin, get your ass down here!”

“Jeongin? Who the fuck is that??” Chan ducked down to hide himself behind your frame.

His name had slipped on your tongue, but that hardly mattered.

“I’ll be down in a second!!!”

“Don’t fucking waste time up there when I need you down here!!”

“Two! Two Reporting!!” A man suddenly yelled in your in-ear. “I’ve made it out back and I’ve secured the exit. The car is safe!!”

“FOX! Now!”

Your partner heaved, “I’m coming, I’m coming!!”

You kicked open the exit door, gun’s still blazing, however one one else could be found on the other side.

“Thank God,” You sighed.

“Oh shit, I’m gonna be sick.” Chan had turned paler than white, then stumbled in your arms.

“Hey, HEY!” You held him upright. “It’s gonna be alright. I’ve got you. You’re safe. You need to trust me. Your life is in my hands and I’m not giving it up easy, got it?”

“O-okay.” He stammered, then attempted to straighten himself.

“The Prince is outside, repeat, The Prince is outside. Two, are you in position?”

“Yes. Yes, I am.”

Other than the fact that you had just escaped absolute peril, the evening was unbearably pleasant. Crickets chirped in the summer evening, and the humidity of the night smelled gorgeously of the lake that was near-by as well as the vast array of flowers that had been purposefully landscaped around the hotel. Chan’s uneven steps scraped at the gravel walkway.

Since you had canvassed the whole building well, you had known exactly where the getaway car was, but you were still careful.

“Bee. Bee!” Chan blabbered. “Have-have I told you yet that I-I’m in love with you?”

“No, you haven’t Your Highness.”

“I fucking am. If I die tonight, I want you to know that I am ridiculously in love with you, and fuck, I wanna--”

“--I’m sorry, Your Highness, respectfully, but now is not the time for this and you are not dying on my watch.”

Somewhere off in the distance, frogs croaked, and the splashing of fish in the lake plopped at the surface waters. You turned a corner to finally see Two waiting his his gun raised. He was a bit of a shorter and scrawnier man, but something about him told you that where he lacked in strength, he must’ve made up for in agility.

“I’m out! I’m out!” Your partner gasped, and over the in-ear you could hear his running footsteps. “I’m almost there! I’ll be there in a second!”

“Your Highness,” Two bowed and opened the car door. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. You can call me Two or J. Either you prefer.”

Jeongin came bounding around the corner with heaving breaths and his clothes askew. His glasses which just barely held onto his face had a crack on them and his knuckles were covered in blood.

“Let’s go.” The younger man prompted.

“In the car you go, Your Highness.” You motioned for him to do so.

Chan whimpered like a toddler.

You shoved his body in, “Stop that. Get in the car.”

“I’m in love with you Bee!” He yelled out, “I’M FUCKING IN LOVE WITH YOU BEE!”

Jeongin slammed the door in his face with a bit of a chuckle.

“He’s delirious.”

“Mm.” your partner smiled. “Sure.”

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Their thoughts on your coven part 2_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

You guys seem to like my last one so here's your promised part two

Enjoy :)

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Eda:

Abomination Coven:

.Pretty neat. She knows shes protected when ever she's with you, your so strong. Even if you tend to be messy with your magic she can't complain.

.The two of you can be an unstoppable team when preforming magic together, you're definitely the tank of the group with your giant abominations. Your abominations are special, you may or may not have gotten used to Eda's criminal lifestyle and borrowed a few cursed objects and trinkets to add to your abominations. After all, who's gonna miss a couple of curses ambulates or bones?

.With you around nobody, not even the coven guards will bother you when you're together. Of course if they do she knows that she has nothing to worry about.

Beast Keeping Coven:

.She's accustomed to strange creatures so you're welcomed with open arms. She finds it fun to be honest. Riding the back of a fearsome beast while hugging your back is a wonderful feeling.

.She likes your appreciation for the unwanted beasts of the boiling isles, she helps you "rescue" endangered animals from the night market nearly every week from the animal trade. Of course rescuing them means setting them free when no one is looking.

.You have kept a few of the animals who wouldn't be able to survive on their own in the wild, the backyard is full of crazy animals but she won't let them inside the house. She also appreciates your lessons with Luz, teaching her how to handle and care for them.

Construction Coven:

.She doesn't care about any of the building or furniture making stuff, but she loves how willing you are to defend her honor. She's seen how strong your punch is before and she is absolutely loving it. You're so caring and sweet to her and Luz but dang you are not scared to throw down when necessary.

.If any guy tries messing with her your quick to step in and show that she's quite taken, of course you don't take anything too far. People can be intimidated by you easily so when things like that do happen they're pretty quick to back down.

.But seriously she's happy to be with somebody like you, you make her blush when you pick her up to kiss her. It really makes her happy.

Bard Coven:

. She's used to having friends in the Bard coven but you're a different story. You can play some of the most eccentric instruments possible, organs, Nellophones, bagpipes. Pretty much anything you can play you at least have a good understanding how to.

it makes her smile when you practice around the house. It's very relaxing and you use it to calm her down when her curse starts acting up. She can play too, so she may join in every now and then when she feels like it.

.Overall she enjoys it. The songs, the singing and dancing. Every moment you play is one she remembers.

.But if Luz ever shows you human music on her phone than you will absolutely play it. Her favorite human songs you do are the hip hop songs from the 80s. You dance to it as well which is entertaining to watch.

Illusion Coven:

.Ah you two get into so much trouble on a regular basis. You help her with her scams, concealing her from the emperors coven and guards. You both work pretty well together, need a disguise or a distraction? She knows you have her back.

.She enjoys it, and you make a perfect partner in general. In school you helped her with all of her stunts, and even saved her from detention a couple of times. The two of have been inseparable ever since your first year at Hexside. And she wouldn't change a single thing, you know just how to make her laugh and can cheer her up instantly.

.You also make a good role model for Luz, when you aren't helping her with getting away from authority's or helping her scam customers of course. You're actually really good at getting Luz to see the bigger picture. You're also a good painter so you've taught her how to paint some really cool things together. The Stained glass window in your shared bedroom? You helped her design it. She's happy spending her life with you, every day is an adventure she gets to experience.

Potions Coven:

. She's known you ever since you two met at Hexside during your first year, and to this day the two of you still wreak havoc around the isles together. The two of you are pretty much unstoppable together, she will admit you have a much better skill and ability when it comes to making potions. To be fair you actually paid attention to all of the classes and became the top student in the track, but she still has her own tricks.

.Shes always appreciated having someone like you around, especially when you two were together at Hexside. You make a great teacher for Luz in a more practical sense with magic, teaching her a little bit of potion mixing whenever she's interested and more so answering questions she has. But seriously you are extremely gifted in the way of brewing potions,you still supprised her with how powerful you can be.

.A good section of the kitchen is the designated potion are where the two of you (mainly you) make the good stuff. It can be a tad bit hectic but otherwise always fun to watch you do your thing in the kitchen. After she had gotten cursed you made it your goal to help cure her, and one of those ways is to figure out how to recreate the elixir she drinks to keep the curse from acting up. Which she finds extremely sweet and enduring. She's happy to have meet you in the potions track, even if she originally wanted to do all of the other classes. To be honest you were the only good thing to come out of that place during her time there and she's quite happy with the outcome.

Healing Coven:

.she sometimes wishes you didn't join the healing coven, not cause she has anything against it. It's just your very busy and overworked quite often and she hates to see you so stressed out. You deserve to be stress free and have normal hours of sleep, but with your job that's nearly impossible. You take special house calls for your patients, that means you often find yourself having to wake up at the middle of the night for an emergency call.

.Your so caring and good so it hurts to see others treating you as just a healer. She's noticed that others call you pet names when they should be giving you respect for the sleepless nights you spend tending to the sick and unwell. She will do everything in her power to make you as relaxed and happy as soon as you get home, this includes cuddles and naps together on the couch. (Plus Luz finds it absolutely adorable how you will flop into Eda's embrace as soon as you get home from another hard day at work.)

.She's also aware of the fact her curse has a big factor on you, your always quick to help her when she's trying to fight off the curse. And for that she's again very much grateful for but still she doesn't want to feel like she's adding to any sort of burden dealing with your work and stress. But ultimately she can never say no to you, she loves your determination and eagerness to help others no matter the cost.

Oracle Track:

. Pretty cool, she does like looking towards the future with you as you have revealed some pretty big details before. She never really believed in the whole fortune telling magic before, something just didn't settle right with her. But after she found your tent in the middle of the woods and found you expecting company specifically her company it just kind of felt right. She literally ran into your tent and found you sitting Infront of her holding two cups of tea, it would happen to be her favorite infact. You two talked a bit and you somehow convinced her that she would later meet her soulmate on the knees of the boiling isles. She made a bet that that wouldn't happen and to her supprise she would find you again on the knees with a smug look on your face and a rose in your hand.

.That was years ago and she still listens to your rants about things you've predicted. Short terms are that you are always accurate with your readings. So she won't argue there. After all you did predict that the two of you would have a strange family with possibly two demons and a witch with no natural magical abilities.

.On a more practical way of your readings you are extremely useful for knowing when and where not to go, you'll typically be a little more cryptic white your casual readings but still handy to know not to go to the market because of some sort of event with the emperors coven. You also know when foods about to go bad unexpectedly so that's neat.

.She really enjoys your company, especially when the night sky is clear, the two of you will sneak out to watch the stars and dance under the full light of the moon.

.Luz also finds it cool and often comes to you for secret advice for her and amity's relationship. After all you and Eda are a bit of a strange couple so you know quite a lot of good first real relationship tips.

Plant Coven:

.You are too cute sometimes, you can cheer her up anytime with your little plants and cheerful outlook. You have a liking to succulents and other more resilient kinds of plants. She likes that you carry a few packets of seeds wherever you go, planting and growing new life in dull and boring parts of the isles.

. when the two of you were younger you used to graffiti the halls and building of Hexside with moss. She really admires your creativity with your magic. Most people can be pretty unassuming of you. Usually assuming your pretty soft and delicate but dang can you pack a punch. She's seen you create walls of cacti and thorns and straight up almost kill a few guards using stinging nettle and poison ivy.

. You're a big help around the house with keeping defenses up, Hooty is the primary defense but you have been known to set up a couple of traps including whip vines to keep out the more pesky emperors coven at bay. You know some nasty plants and aren't afraid to use them if necessary. You have a small garden of plants most people see as a pest and weeds in the backyard near the shed, you like proving others wrong in the sense of weeds being just weeds. She likes your secret firey side that not a lot get to see, you definitely have guts and she finds that very attractive.

Warden: (he's so underated)

Abomination Coven:

.He can respect a person with your talents. You two may have met at the conformitorium and don't see eye to eye on how it's run but he still really loves you. Your magic can be extremely powerful, you can morph the walls and objects around you into abomination goo. Making it extremely messy but very useful in certain situations.

.You both met when you broke your friend out of the conformitorium, when he had noticed that the walls of all the cells had turned to abomination mush and all of the prisoners were gone it was understandably annoying. He originally sworn to have you thrown into prison for the trouble you had caused. Upon meeting you by accident in town you had him in a stuttering mess of words that you could only translate as a pitiful attempt to both ask you on a date and address the fact you had pretty much destroyed a good part of the conformitorium. A very strange yet charming first meeting. He would later take you to a nice cafe where the two of you connected.

.You both are opposites of each other at times, which is fine. If anything the two of you definitely benefit from each others different personalities. You have noticed how much calmer and kinder he has gotten with dealing with prisoners at the conformitorium, it doesn't stop you from breaking out the people tho but at least you now fix the walls when your done. And honestly he's not going to do anything as long as you fix it afterwards.

Bard Coven:

.You are the most beautiful thing he's ever listened to, nothing else can compare to your voice no question about it. He's not one to sing and you can be a tad shy when singing around him so he occasionally pretends to be asleep so you'll sing while getting ready for bed or making dinner. When you're singing it melts his heart so he wants to hear it much as possible.

.He especially likes to listen to you sing your lullaby's to Braxas, the two of you are all he needs. When you're feeling good you'll come out of the shell and sing a song you made for him, you know how tiring his work can be so you know just how to lull him to sleep or comfort him when needed.

Beast Keeping Coven:

.He's exactly the type of partner/dad that will say no to letting the family get a pet and then eventually give in and love it unconditionally.

.He may say that he doesn't want or like your strange creatures, but if you get attached to it then he can't say no. It might take some convincing but it wouldn't be long before a new member is added to the family. Braxas also has some sort of strange fondness towards animals that aren't seen as typical house pets, he'd help you take care of it and play with whatever beast you bring into the house.

.Now he does have a stopping point and won't allow too many pets inside, he hates bugs tho so whenever there's a spider gets in the house expect to hear a scream and him shouting your name in fear to get rid of the home invader. Whenever that happens your his knight is shining armor and saviour.

Construction Coven:

.Ahhhh he loves it. As much as he adores a soft S/O he equally lives a strong S/O. It would be so easy to win him over if you have the ability to compete with his strength. He doesn't have to worry about accidentally hurting you so it makes him feel more at ease around you.

. You've built both a treehouse and mini playground set for Braxas to play in that he loves. Neither of you have to worry about finding someone to fix something in the house or repair anything ever, you're so handy with tools it amazes him sometimes.

.The two of you met after Eda had messed up the conformitorium, you had come over after being called to repair the damages to the building. After the rough denial from her, he had learned to take a better approach to asking someone out. He was bout to give up before you had shown up, as if you were a blessing he started to watch you work hard every day to rebuild to the conformitorium. He didn't want a repeat of Eda so he chose a softer and more relaxed approach. After you had finished the last wall of the conformitorium he had built up a little courage to finally ask you out, walking up to you with his guards behind him cheering him on again and asking you to let him treat you to dinner. You of course said yes and the rest is history.

.He loves to help with projects even if it means just holding nails in place while you hammer them in. He's happy Eda had left him like that, even if it meant he had gotten beaten up its what originally lead him to meeting you.

Healing Coven:

.He feels bad how much the two of you work, he feels like you shouldn't have to worry about work the way you do. He watched with concern everytime you come back from a full day of healing without breaks or eating. He wants to take care of you too, so he'll do his best to treat you and keep you off of your feet after a long day. Want to sleep? Go ahead! Can't walk cause you've had no chance to sit down? Guess what, he'll carry you to the ends of the isles.

.He rarely gets any sort of injury's but when he tends to become paranoid, he will go to you and only you for any medical advice. He has no trust for any other healer except you and only you. You treated him so we'll so now he's staying, it was rare for him to find people on the isle's so open and caring so he was instantly smitten by you when you first met.

.He does occasionally get sick, and when he does he's like a giant cuddly puppy. You take such good care of him, making him soups and letting him rest, giving him plenty of cuddles and needed affection. He honestly likes it a little when he's sick, It means he gets special care from you. He likes to feel special and cared about, when all of this comes from you it makes it 100% better.

Illusionist Coven:

.This one's a hard one. He loves you but dang it is hard for him to understand your magic sometimes. He definitely knows not to play a card game with you cause of how crafty you can get. He won't like it when you sneak up behind him or use your magic to spook him, he will however admit he enjoys your tricks of turning things invisible and more lighthearted magic.

.He likes to watch you preform magic tricks while playing with Braxas, he finds it cute when he finds the two of you laughing together and making clines of you dance around the room.

Oracle Coven:

.He's not really too interested in Oracle readings or divination to be honest. He doesn't want to know what the future will be, he wants to keep it a surprise. When he was younger he had heard that his soulmate would be in the Oracle Coven. So he spent a few years searching and talking to every Oracle Coven member he could, eventually giving up. About two years after he had stopped searching he had gotten a transfer prisoner that was part of the Oracle Coven.

.Turns out you had known that your future soulmate would be head of some sort of prison or jail, you didn't want to believe when you had gotten u rightfully thrown in the conformitorium but you couldn't argue with destiny. The look on each others faces when you both realized you were each others so called soulmates was priceless. You knew it would happen but you didn't expect him of all people, not that you were complaining.

.Now you two live comfortably together, since he doesn't care for all of the Oracle stuff you two don't really do anything like tea readings or tarot cards. You tend to just enjoy your days together as they come.

Plant Coven:

.People don't really expect you to be so powerful when they first meet you, this includes Warden. When he first bumped into you at the market he didn't think you were capable of making gigantic mushrooms grow to the size of buildings. When you two had first met he had accidentally ran into you while chasing Eda, causing you to fall. Thankfully you had caught yourself by making a soft landing onto a mushroom, but Warden hadn't been quite lucky. You brushed your self off and helped him up, using mushrooms to help him back to his feet. He was a bit overwhelmed after all of that but once he had been brought back to the present he had noticed you, standing Infront of him with a concerned look on your face. He'd never seen mushrooms grow as giant as the ones you have made.

.Overall he really doesn't care too much about the mushrooms, he thinks they're interesting and unique. He's even gotten you some mushroom themed hats and accessories that you love. The two of you eat a lot of mushrooms though, he does like the fact you both have fresh vegetables and fruits often. And Braxas enjoys playing on the mushrooms you make, bouncing on them outside like semi trampolines.

Potions Coven:

.He's had a bad time with porionists before so it might take some time to really get to know you. He's really just afraid of it turning into an Eda situation again. But you'd never do anything like that to him.

.You joined as a guard for the conformitorium, climbing up the ranks to the point where you started working with the infamous Warden. He was extremely distant from you at first, but as you earned his trust your relationship started to grow more and more. After a few weeks the other guards had started to ship you two and try to get the two of you together. Which did work, once you two had confessed each others feelings you both started to go on regular dates together.

.You two make a pretty good team too, you know a lot about potions that make people incapacitated and cease body function so you can be a little intimidating at times, and he lives for it honestly. He's a sucker for people that can preform powerful spells so he's well impressed with your potions and elixirs.

Lilith:

Abomination Coven:

.She does not care for it. It's hard for her to appreciate abominations though she will admit that you have a great skill in it. And she does find it interesting how you can turn your body into abomination goo and what not.

.There's not much she can really do for it but it is interesting to watch you spar with Steve and absolutely crush him, she will of course cheer you on even if she doesn't like abominations.

Bard Coven:

.She admires it very much, of course as long as it's not too loud. She really enjoys a little bit of classical music, and a little pop as well. She also loves to dance with you, so any chance she gets she will gladly take.

.The first time you had met her was when you were preforming, playing the piano so wonderfully. She couldn't help but feel moved by your music. Now if you ever learn something like ed Sheeran or some sort of folk music the shed be even more head over heels for your music. She secretly likes those kinds of music but it's hard for her to tell people her interests in music.

Beast Coven:

.Shes unsure of the safety involving mist of the creatures you deal with. Especially since you're know for being able to tame reptiles and amphibians. She's crated you'll be eaten or squished. She knows you can handle yourself but it's still her job to worry about you.

.good luck ever trying to convince her to come with you to the swamps or wetlands cause it's not happening unless absolutely necessary, she feels incapable of helping anyway so she's rather stay back and not get in the way. She also doesn't do pets well unless it's like a cat or bird, so no pets unless easy to take care of.

. She'll come with you to get supplies needed for any animal or beast needed, the only thing she genuinely enjoys when it comes to your work is looking at all of them in cute clothes and accessories, its hard to not like watching you put a sweater on the beasts and look cute.

Construction Coven:

.meh, not too bad. She likes how sting your embrace is. And loves it when you give her massages, whenever you do it it's so much better honestly. You make some very unique things she enjoys, she really likes your sculptured and statues. You make them so realistic looking it's impressive.

.She's so small compared to you, your so physically strong and gentle at the same time it amazes her. However, if anyone dares to say anything rude or degrading towards her your intimidating side tends to come out rather quickly. All it takes is for you to stand up and death glare them before they back down. Anytime that happens it makes her feel so warm inside knowing you'll stick up to anybody for her.

Healing Track:

.She rather enjoys the healing coven, she's impressed with how much you typically do in one day. You have saved her before from sicknesses and other nasty injurys from her time in the Emperors Coven. Anytime she's sick she knows you'll make a big deal out of it and insist on healing her to tip top shape, it's endearing to her.

. She only knows a little bit about healing magic so she loves it when you rant to her, you both often spend your time together ranting anyways. Talking about anything and everything together, not many want to listen to either of you so you both find company in each other.

Illusionist Coven:

.She secretly loves it. You have to most creative way of saying I love you to her, creating elaborate schemes to show your affection. She doesn't care for any pranks or anything like that but still she loves your magic and finds it special.

.Her favorite spell is where you create illusionary birds to bring her letters and gifts. your creations look so real it's beautiful it never fails to make her gush.

Oracle Coven:

.Tea dates would probably be a big thing for her, she loves sitting next to a warm fire with you cuddling while drinking hot tea while you tell her about your visions and customers you've had for the day. You tell her of any dreams you can remember from the night before, conversing about the stars and horoscopes for the day.

.She like it because of how relaxing and calming it all is, during your younger years when Lilith was at Hexside and you were in Glandis you both were on opposing grudgeby teams both team captains. You of course knew that they were cheating, but didn't say anything cause you knew that you wouldn't get to see the opposing team captain if you spoke up. So you continuously let yourself be beat just so you would see her during the game. You one day had gotten a vision of her getting possibly injured during the game, do you made it your goal to keep her out of harm's way as best as possible. At first Lilith was extremely confused, assuming you were trying to throw her off her game. But as she tried to score a point she had several miscalculated, failing and instead ended up falling to the ground. Before she could feel the harsh floor meet her body she felt two gentle arms holding her instead. Even though you lost again the two of you started hanging out outside of grudgeby matches, and she learned you were part of the Oracle Track.

.She started coming to you for tea and horoscope readings on her days off and it evolved into your current relationship.

Plant Coven:

.She likes some of the plants you grow, just not all of them. You certainly have some exotic plants in your care. You have a connection to them she doesn't quite get, you can pretty much converse with them. Just completely understand them as if they speak to you, a few of your plants require a meaty diet and smell like absolute death and rot. Meanwhile your also grown flowers and the more soft kinder plants. She doesn't have a green thumb but she'll help you with adding nutrients and watering them as long as it's not the carnivorous plants.

.She does like to go to on small easy going adventures with you like kayaking or walking through botanical gardens together on a nice day.

.You can pull off some crazy stunts using plants too, using roots of plants to carry you and making plants walk as if they were humanoid. They just gravitate towards you, literally, they sometimes will extend their leaves as if trying to get to you. Your abilities with plants are strange yet impressive none the less.

Potions Coven:

.You two may get a tad bit competitive from time to time when it comes down to who makes the best potions. Both of you were top students in the class, for a short time you had a small rivalry before getting to know each other better. Yet still the pride in both of you still shows from time to time. It never escalates to anything further, just some loving competition between the two of you.

.You both can make extremely powerful potions together when necessary, and can practically read each others minds whenever the two of you make them together. You both get into a sort of unbroken trance, swiftly and rather gracefully in sync together as you mix and brew your potions. The two of you would be quite happy together, you know each other so we'll you really don't need to speak, you know by each others facial expressions and body language so well that it's all you two need in order to convey thoughts together.

.You also make the best coffee in the isle, it's a certain skill she's found she appreciates after a rough day.

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