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ineffabildaddy · 6 months

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ineffabildaddy fic masterlist

all my fics are aziraphale/crowley💙

you can read @bowtiepastabitch's analysis on some of the ways i explore queerness in my fics, with an excellent addition by @lalalunamoth, here!

i'm humbled to say that a few of my works have been recced by @fuckyeahgoodomensfanfic - you can read those posts here!

CURRENT WIP

long time listener, first time caller (E, 3/7 chapters posted) - crowley is in love with the voice of aziraphale fell, late-night radio host, and the face of the handsome stranger he passes in the park every day. what will happen when he introduces himself, and when he has to choose between them?

COMPLETED FICS

you're a mirror i cannot avoid (E, 1k) - south downs domestic, erotic softness as aziraphale reassesses what it means to be himself🪞 Tumblr | AO3

take me as your wife (E, 1.9k) - a chance romantic meeting between crowley and aziraphale in a country inn in the 1750s🍷

in your own time (E, 33k) - human priest au set in tadfield, in which crowley and aziraphale are childhood best friends finally reunited. catholic school, apple trees, hogback wood, holy sex, and more⛪️

Just Up The Stairs (E, 39k) - cowrite with @foolishlovers, art my @omens-for-ophelia! quiet, gentle and romantic neighbours human au featuring lots of music and harry the rabbit🐇

close (well, you couldn't get much closer) (E, 1.4k) - post-ineffable divorce shenanigans featuring crowley using a replica model of aziraphale's penis, through which aziraphale can feel... well, everything❗️

I'm Beginning to See the Light (E, 22k) - gentle enemies to ardent lovers office christmas party human au which quickly devolves into body worship and gender-affirming sex - transmasc az, service top crowley🎄⚧

Despite Knowing Better... (E, 10.9k) - aziraphale and fem!crowley deal with the ineffable divorce by meeting in the bookshop once a week to fuck, while attempting to hold each other at arm's length. things get messy in the process...💔

Strawberry Scripture (E, 6.5k) - pwp oneshot. aziraphale and fem!crowley celebrate averting the apocalypse by playing with food, and with crowley's scales...🍰🐍

ONGOING FICS

crosseyed and painless (E, 2.9k) - dom!az and fem!crowley pwp in which crowley has asked aziraphale to help her relax after a long day, and the results are not at all what she expects💦

Many Different Ways to Eat an Oyster (E, 6.5k) - aziraphale and crowley meet in ancient rome, where crowley admits that he's a virgin. aziraphale sets about putting this to rights immediately🦪

FICLETS, POEMS ETC.

i have waited (M, 0.4k) - poem in which crowley ponders how he has waited for aziraphale over the millennia🕰 Tumblr | AO3

core of a clementine (E, 0,5k) - touch-starved crowley explores the sweet torture of aziraphale's seemingly innocent, mundane actions🍊 Tumblr | AO3

you're so golden (E, 0.9k) - while coupling under cover of night in the garden of eden, crowley discovers that aziraphale has golden stretch-marks. and they aren't the only part of him that's golden...✨ Tumblr | AO3

Only in Dreams (E, 0.5k) - post-season 2 aziraphale pov musings, as he hopes to visit his lover in dreams, if not in the waking world🌫 Tumblr | AO3

Blasphemy (E, 0,4k) - crowley muses about holiness, blasphemy, and how they interact with sex with aziraphale✝️ Tumblr | AO3

Do You Remember? (E, 0.8k) - aziraphale reflects on his first time with crowley - a time in which "they aren't talking" post-season 2💘

Flecks of Stardust (G, 0,2k) - a love poem from aziraphale to crowley🖋 Tumblr | AO3

I Know (E, 0.7k) - crowley reckons he knows exactly how aziraphale wants him... 🌅 Tumblr | AO3

Solitude (G, 0,4k) - supreme archangel aziraphale reminisces on his encounters with crowley through the ages ⌛️ Tumblr | AO3

Please Touch Me (E, 0,5k) - touch-starved crowley reflects on the kind of connection he wants with aziraphale 💭 Tumblr | AO3

#good omens #fanfic #ineffabildaddy #pinned

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passionreading · 1 year

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📖 𝑂𝑛𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑒, 𝑡𝑜𝑚𝑒 2 : 𝑅𝑒𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 🖋 Julie Scott 🤝🏻 @evidenceeditions ☆ ☆ ☆ Looka s'apprête à rentrer chez lui pour la première fois depuis 3 ans. Il a hâte de retrouver sa famille, mais il appréhende de devoir faire face à ses souvenirs, à son passé... Et il ne s'attend pas à la révélation qui l'attend sur place. ☆ ☆ ☆ J'avais hâte de découvrir les secrets enfermés dans le passé de Looka et sur ce point, je suis servi. J'ai découvert ses parents aimants et qui le soutiennent dans tous ses choix, le secret que gardait sa sœur Leila pour lui permettre de faire son deuil tout en s'empêchant de faire le sien, les retrouvailles avec ses amis... et bien sûr, le tragique accident qui a changé sa vie. Le lâché prise de Looka nous dévoile au fur et à mesure une partie de l'histoire jusqu'à nous permettre d'en voir la totalité. En revanche, je dois bien admettre que je suis déçue de la fin 😔. J'attendais une scène pleine de tension, de rebondissements. Une scène qui m'aurait fait stresser jusqu'au bout, pour accentuer son importance. J'espérais la vivre avec Looka, dans sa voiture, j'espérais vivre ses émotions, son envie ardente de venger son meilleur ami, j'espère le sentir revivre au volant de sa mustang, le sentir se libérer de tout le poids qu'il portait depuis 3 ans... c'était pour moi la scène qui aurait dû avoir le plus d'importance pour toute la symbolique qu'elle avait... et j'ai vraiment la sensation d'être complètement passée à côté 😔. Ça me fait de la peine, je n'aime vraiment pas finir un livre sur une telle note. Mais comme je dis toujours, il ne s'agit que de mon avis et il ne faut pas hésiter à découvrir l'histoire par vous-mêmes. J'ai malgré tout beaucoup apprécié Looka, il m'a beaucoup touché dans sa douleur et sa culpabilité. L'envie de le prendre dans nos bras et de le soulager nous submerge à de nombreuses reprises. Rien que pour ça, j'ai passé un bon moment 🩷. ☆ ☆ ☆ #JulieScott #Partenariat #ServicePresse #ÉditionsEvidence #Passé #Souvenirs #Douleur #Perte #MeilleurAmi #Accident #CoursesIllégales #PassionReading #PassionduLivre #MomentDétente #Instabook #Bookstagrameuse (à Lieurey, Haute-Normandie, France) https://www.instagram.com/p/Clx1y33IVLZ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#juliescott #partenariat #servicepresse #éditionsevidence #passé #souvenirs #douleur #perte #meilleurami #accident #coursesillégales #passionreading #passiondulivre #momentdétente #instabook #bookstagrameuse

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ethandarksoul · 2 years

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　　　　　　　　××　──　𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐃　　📖　　　　　　　ᴇᴛʜᴀɴ ʀᴀʟᴇɪɢʜ ᴍ. ʜᴜɢʜᴇs　　　　　　　　ᴍᴀɴʜᴀᴛᴛᴀɴ﹐ ɴᴇᴡ ʏᴏʀᴋ 　　　　　　　❪　　　 🖋　　　 ❫　　　　　　　　　 ㅤㅤ　　　　　　 ㅤㅤ　　　　　　 ㅤㅤ　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　❛❛　Chiunque voglia riuscire in un’impresa deve essere disposto a bruciare le navi o tagliare i ponti per impedirsi ogni possibilità di tornare sui suoi passi. Solo comportandosi così può essere certo di conservare lo stato mentale detto “ardente desiderio di riuscire”, che è un principio essenziale del successo.　❜❜

#ethan raleigh hughes #current mood #rp #rpg #dark soul

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slowdownatthelotusinn · 2 years

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Ardently (WDW Pride and Prejudice AU)

Sometimes the last person on earth you want to be with is the very person you cannot stand to be without.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

#🖋 ardently #daniel seavey #jonah marais #wdw fanfiction #masterlist #corbyn besson #jack avery #zach herron #why dont we fanfiction #daniel seavey fanfic #jonah marais fanfic #why dont we masterlist

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donaruz · 3 years

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Guarderei il fuoco del camino

per mesi ...

ci vedo bruciare dentro

le mie sconfitte;

queste fiamme danzano,

mi ipnotizzano

mentre giocherello

con un carbone ardente

armeggiando un attizzatoio deforme ...

ne contemplo il colore,

c'è qualcosa di irreale

che in esso brucia,

questo arancione acceso che brilla

mi proietta

nelle mie fantasie più recondite

mentre un calore umano m'avvolge

ed ogni rimpianto viene rinnegato

lasciando che in me,

nella mia anima,

s'accenda una fragile pace

al di là di tutto ciò che brucia solo per morire.

Sangu Vincent Cobalto🖋

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slowdownatthelotusinn · 2 years

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Ardently Chapter Two || (WDW Pride and Prejudice AU)

Summary: During the Michaelmas ball held at Meryton House, Prudence and Lucia make new acquaintances in the form of sensible and witty, Mr. Frantzich, and his sullen friend, Mr. Seavey. All is not as it appears, and one is left desiring more.

Pairings: Daniel Seavey x OFC, Jonah Marais x OFC

Word count: 2,412

A/N: I kind of wish I’d spent some more time describing the ball itself, but I was more focused on developing the characters and their interactions. Next time.

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Lively music swelled and swirled through the Great Hall at Meryton House. The ball’s attendees were in high spirits as the evening’s events progressed with great rapture and delight. Among the party’s guests, were the Abbott family; of which the matriarch bustled about on quick feet, chatting with any and all who would hear of her intentions to make known her girls to Netherfield’s accomplished visitor. Many of Meryton’s women shared Mrs. Abbott’s ideals and made known their own plans, though these did very little deter the woman who had every confidence her own Lucia and Prudence were well ahead of the other young ladies in regards to proper prospects.

Anna, Meg, and middle sister, Cora had taken leave of their mother as quickly as possible, with the two youngest out enjoying themselves among the crowd of their neighbours and friends already dancing. A joyous occasion Michaelmas was.

Prudence, for all she enjoyed her solitude, rather loved the turnout of the night. She sat nestled between her sister, Lucia, and dear friend, Zachary Herron, surveying the crowd of dancers and loiterers. A warm pink dusted the apples of Prudence’s cheeks, a soft giggle spilling forth of her lips as she touched her forehead quickly to Zachary’s in a moment of shared secret.

A dear girl of twenty-one and a dreamer in her own right, Prudence Abbott was a rare beauty to behold. Delicate features framed a beautiful face set with warm eyes, soft cheeks, and a gentle smile. Her dark hair she often wore pulled back in a loose bun, or left to cascade in waves around her shoulders when alone.

A lover of books and knowledge, Prudence often found that passing time amid people such as her mother and her friends, left more to be desired than it gave. She found conversation stirred greater between individuals like Zachary, or the characters in her novels, than with people she spent time on a regular basis. That’s not to say she didn’t enjoy her family, but simply that she often found their company lacking when all of their focus was on the romance of society and not also it’s logic.

She turned to Lucia beside her, once allowing herself a moment to breathe, and pointed out, “Now, if every every man in the room does not end the evening with you, then I am no judge of beauty.”

Lucia, a year older at twenty-two, had fair skin and bright eyes. Softer spoken than Prudence, her gentle manner appeared more socially acceptable, though Lucia wasn’t one for small talk or large crowds. She, like her family, did enjoy the occasional ball and mingle, but much preferred simple pleasures and meeting one-on-one rather than stuffed together on principle. She attended for the sake of her mother, and for Prudence, and saw no problem with either.

“Really, Prue,” Lucia clucked. She searched the assembly, a fond smile given to her younger sisters, and turned to Prudence with a laugh. “Or men.”

“No, they are far too easy to judge.”

“They’re not all bad.”

“Humourless poppycocks, in my limited experience.”

“One of these days, Prue, someone will catch your eye and then you’ll have to watch your tongue.”

“Our Prue attempt to hold back unsolicited opinions in the presence of potential love? She couldn’t!” Zachary giggled over Prudence’s right shoulder, having returned to the conversation at hand with his imagination running wild at the thought of Prudence ever finding a time to bide her manners.

The music died out, all dancing and conversation ceased as the doors to the hall opened once more, revealing three figures ushered in by the party’s host, Mr. Herron. For a moment, no one moved, no one breathed, the air stood still as stone while all eyes fixed on the new arrivals.

Prudence leaned over to whisper in Zachary’s ear, “So, which one of the painted peacocks is our Mr. Frantzich?” she asked, having set eyes on the trio where they stood in the entranceway.

Zachary hummed. He was a young man of twenty-three, the oldest child and only son of his parents, still yet to consider securing his own match among the young women of society. As much a dreamer as Prudence or Lucia, he simply hadn’t tried, much to the dismay of his father. His honey-blond hair usually shaggy against his head, was combed back and tied off with a ribbon at the base of his skull. He gestured politely toward the evening’s newest companions. “Well, he’s on the right, and on the left is his brother.”

A tall fellow, Mr. Frantzich appeared to tower effortlessly over his brother, though their difference in height didn’t seem too great. Maybe, Prudence thought, it was the manner in which he carried himself. His friend, on the other hand, appeared much shorter, but truly was closer in height. And that, Prudence knew, definitely was in the other man’s attitude.

“And the person with the quizzical brow?” Prudence pressed on.

Together the three of them walked a pace meant to instil awe among Meryton’s patrons, scanning the masses quickly but giving no other indication of their own intentions for the room.

“That is his good friend, Mr. Seavey.”

“He looks miserable, poor soul.”

“Miserable, he may be, but poor, he most certainly is not.”

“Tell me.”

“£10,000 a year,” Zachary confessed, “and he owns half of Derbyshire.”

“The miserable half?” teased Prudence, and Zachary snorted.

As they drew close, Mr. Seavey turned to his right where Prudence and Zachary stood with Lucia. Respectfully, they bowed and curtsied as accustomed by their station, though it was not returned. Upon standing, Prudence’s eyes rose to meet that of Mr. Seavey’s; near enough to notice the deep ocean blue settled in his irises, a breathtaking colour amid such stoicism, and her breath hitched. Despite the fact that Mr. Seavey neither returned her curtsy with a bow of his own nor spoke a word of greeting to her, Prudence found herself quite intrigued by the man.

Having made their way down the line of guests, the festivities resumed and Prudence was left to ruminate on the information afforded her by her dear friend. No doubt her mother would be by soon to sweep the girls up and show them off to Mr. Frantzich as soon as possible, she’d be lucky if she could avoid such trouble. But such luck was not on her side that evening as Mrs. Abbott sashayed her way through swirling skirts to pull her daughters along.

“Mama, is this really necessary?” Prudence tried to refuse, and held Lucia’s hand for dear life as they were pulled away in a single-file train toward the unsuspecting gentleman.

“Hush, now. Oh, Cora, come.” Mrs. Abbott pulled her daughters in a row next to her, allowed room for Zachary to join behind them with Mr. Abbott as well, and offered up a too-polite smile.

“Mr. Frantzich, my oldest son you know,” Mr. Herron introduced, “Mrs. Abbott, Miss Lucia Abbott, Prudence and Miss Cora Abbott.”

Curtsies were offered as introductions made, and Mrs. Abbott couldn’t help taking up conversation as if she were given formal invitation to remain at their sides for the evening. As was her way, she launched right into her plan for the young gentleman with a dazzling smile and not a moment wasted. “It is a pleasure,” she said. “I have two others, but they’re already dancing.”

“I’m delighted to make your acquaintance,” Mr. Frantzich offered, a dimpled smile accompanied his soft tone of voice.

Mr. Herron continued, “And may I introduce Mr. Seavey of Pemberley in Derbyshire.”

Up close, Prudence added to the list in her head of Mr.Seavey’s character. He was miserable, silent, and broody. He didn’t smile or bow or make any indication that he was enjoying his time in Meryton, in fact, it was difficult to decipher anything about him. His friend, Mr. Frantzich, seemed eager to enjoy the night and a little awkward at best, but Prudence could forgive that slight indiscretion for the way he was looking at Lucia.

They’d since moved off to the side with Mr. Frantzich in their company as a break from dancing occurred, and light conversation was made in favour of shouting over the din of music.

“How do you like it here in Hertfordshire, Mr. Frantzich?” Lucia asked, smiling. Prudence couldn’t recall the last time she’d seen her sister open up in such a manner, inviting pleasant conversation with someone else who on the surface so far, was so like her.

“Very much,” he replied. An awkward pause followed, though his eyes remained trained on the young lady’s face. His hands fidgeted nervously.

“The library at Netherfield, I’ve heard, is one of the finest in the country.” Prudence would rescue them both for the sake of their own anxieties.

“Yes, it fills me with guilt. I’m not a very good reader, you see.” Mr. Frantzich hung his head low momentarily before continuing on excitedly. “I prefer being out of doors. I mean, I can read, of course.” At that Lucia smiled. “And I’m not suggesting you can’t read out of doors, of course.”

“I wish I read more,” she confessed, “but there always seems to be so many other things to do.”

Mr. Frantzich agreed easily, “Yes, that’s exactly what I meant.”

Love and pride swelled in Prudence’s heart, watching her sister accept Mr. Frantzich’s request to dance once the band began playing again. A slower tune filled the room, Prudence approached Mr. Seavey where he stood off to the side with the younger Mr. Frantzich (superior looking sort of man, who for all Prudence could figure out, seemed to detest the very event he was attending).

Stepping between the two men as the moment allowed, Prudence offered Mr. Seavey a kind smile and asked, “Do you dance, Mr. Seavey?”

“Not if I can help it,” was his curt reply. And Prudence added that, too, onto her list of things against Mr. Seavey’s character that made him the most unusual man she’d ever met.

Walking along the back of the chorus of dancers, Prudence wondered how someone so attractive in stature could be so unattractive in personality. Why, she’d never met someone so completely dull, she couldn’t understand why Mr. Seavey bothered appearing at the ball that evening if he wouldn’t find enjoyment in it. Well, whatever the case, at least Lucia had found someone with whom she could pass the time as the evening progressed. Prudence would worry about herself later.

Zachary, who’d been looking for Prudence just as well, held out his hands to draw the young woman into a hug as she approached. The atmosphere around both quickly warming in each other’s presence. “Oh, my Prue! I didn’t know you were coming to see me. What’s the matter?”

“Zachary, why must it be so hard to find someone who can share in my thoughts the way Lucia seems to have done with Mr. Frantzich? Or as I have with you, dear friend?” Prudence lamented woefully.

“Not here. Come.” Zachary led her by the hand away from the crowd, under the steps. “Now, tell me, what has happened?”

“It’s Mr. Seavey. He―”

Above them, Mr. Frantzich’s voice rang out at the splendour of the moment; the ball, the guests, the music, the dancing, and the companionship. “I’ve never seen so many pretty girls in my life.”

Mr. Seavey disagreed. “You were dancing with the only handsome girl in the room.”

“She is the most beautiful creature I have ever beheld. But her sister, Prudence, is very agreeable.”

“Perfectly tolerable, I dare say, but not handsome enough to tempt me. You’d better return to your partner and enjoy her smiles. You’re wasting your time with me.”

Zachary laid a comforting hand on Prudence’s cheek. “Count your blessings, Prue. If he liked you, you’d have to talk to him.”

“Precisely,” she sighed. “As it is, I wouldn’t dance with him for all of Derbyshire, let alone the miserable half.”

―

The night drawn to a close; the Abbott sisters flirted with the best of them and made introductions and acquaintances of Mr. Frantzich and Mr. Seavey. Lucia and Prudence retired to their room upon returning home, changed into their nightgowns, and crawled into bed.

Prudence’s eyes shifted about the room, unable to focus on a single point as her mind raced and replayed the evening’s events. She fidgeted restlessly next to Lucia, thinking of Mr. Seavey and his eyes of ocean blue. . .how vibrant a colour they were for one so trapped within the confines of his own harsh opinion on life. She wondered what had he to experience that could’ve left him as jaded as he seemed on the surface.

“Mr. Frantzich is just what a young man ought to be,” Lucia’s sweet voice broke the warm silence surrounding them. “Sensible, good humoured. . .”

“Handsome, conveniently rich,” Prudence cut in with a giggle.

“You know perfectly well I do not believe marriage should be driven by a lot of money.”

“I agree entirely. Only the deepest love will persuade me into matrimony, which is why I will end up an old maid.”

“Do you really believe he liked me, Prue?”

Prudence may not have been a great judge of character, but she knew Lucia. “Lucy, he danced with you most of the night and stared at you for the rest of it. But I give you leave to like him. You’ve liked many a stupider person. Now, you’re a great deal too apt to like people in general, you know. All the world is good and agreeable in your eyes.”

Lucia shook her head adamantly. “No, not his friend. Oh, I still can’t believe what he said about you.” Though shy, Lucia loved Prudence fiercely. While less prone to exhibiting outward affections, she’d make it well known if she must, how she truly felt of anyone whose fault with Prudence breached the bounds of normal social interactions.

“Mr. Seavey?” Prudence hummed. His eyes flashed once in her mind. “I could more easily forgive his vanity had he not wounded mine. But no matter, I doubt we shall ever speak again.”

Outside the fortress of their room, crickets sang the song of late night. The moon cast a silvery glow on the land below it, and Longbourn Estate drifted into a peaceful slumber filled with dreams of romance and challenge and the wonder of things uncertain.

Ardently Taglist: @chilling-seavey

If you’d like to be tagged, feel free to send an ask or DM or add a comment when you reblog letting me know. (:

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slowdownatthelotusinn · 2 years

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Ardently Chapter One || (WDW Pride and Prejudice AU)

Summary: News of Netherfield’s latest tenant brings surprise and awe for the Abbott sisters who spend their days courting dreams of one day being swept up in money and romance of 18th century England society.

Pairing: Daniel Seavey x OFC, Jonah Marais x OFC

Word count: 790

A/N: Just a very small opening into a brand new WDW story. The au theme is based off of the 2005 film adaptation of my favourite Jane Austen novel, Pride and Prejudice, thus will feature dialogue. Names of characters have been changed and substituted, places remain the same.

For Emily, who gave me the motivation to say “fuck it” and just do it anyway. And for Daniel, who will never see this, but by existing has brought me someone new I can honestly call a friend. And for Jonah, who will likewise never see this, but who plays his part so well.

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The morning sun rose slowly, patiently, over vast fields and full treetops; and bathed land and sky in pools of golden light, as the earth came alive under its late autumn warmth. And on this morning, Prudence Abbott walked the green fields surrounding Longbourn, while birds sang in the background. This was high on the list of ways young Prudence loved to greet the morning: favoured novel in hand, strolling through the beautiful nature surrounding her beloved home.

Longbourn, as it stands, was a rather charming estate, fit for the Abbotts and their middle class ways … a lively farm worked and brought income enough to finance housekeepers, farm aides, and a lifestyle Prudence and her sisters knew well. With a mother and father who saw to it their girls had nothing short of the finery their living could allow, all was well and just so within the walls of Longbourn Estate.

Prudence concluded her walk as the sun reached above the clouds; she crossed the tiny bridge over the moat, into the rear garden. A path of linen hung to dry, dotted her way along brick walls framed with taut clothesline. Prudence adored her home and all it had to offer. Inside, she could hear the faint noise of her youngest sisters running through the halls, and imagined her elder sister attempting to rein them in at least a little, with no success. However, her mind for the time being was still with her novel though she’d closed the treasured book’s cover awhile ago.

A brief glance through the window of their father’s study, Prudence caught sight of her mother and father in what appeared important discussion.

“My dear Mr. Abbott, have you heard the news? Netherfield Park has let this day a week ago! Have you any idea who’s taken it? Well, have you?” The last question came rather cross from an impatient Mrs. Abbott who could not stand waiting when she had news of utmost importance (usually gossip she figured bore repeating).

Mr. Abbott let out a small sigh; it was not so much that he did nor did not care the specifics his wife had to share, rather that he had grown quite accustomed to lending an ear despite his indifference. “I trust you, my dear, to share news of your findings with me one way or another.” This Mr. Abbott said with the ghost of a tired smile.

Prudence entered the house to find the drawing room empty, as well as the dining room, and wondered where her sisters could have gone. A quick look about the hall revealed the youngest Abbott girls snug against the entryway of their father’s study, the door ajar enough to allow listening ears to eavesdrop on the conversation had by Longbourn’s governing occupants. Prudence, vexed by this, rushed to her sisters’ side.

“Anna, Meg! You know better than to listen to other people’s conversations.”

“Oh, Prue,” one hushed, “you worry too much. A man has taken over Netherfield from the north, Mr. Frantzich. He’s very rich, £5,000 a year!”

This news rightly intrigued the second oldest Abbott sister, whose book now seemed a mild bore in its own right for the time being. “Are you sure?”

Anna, the youngest, and Margaret, a year above, giggled and fawned over the news their mother continued to let slip past eager loose lips. Their eyes lit up, they squealed, “He’s single!”

“Who’s single?” Joining the girls in their excitement came the eldest of the Abbott daughters, and the sister with whom Prudence felt most confidence: Lucia.

“Mr. Frantzich, it would seem,” Prudence told her.

It was no secret what £5,000 a year meant in the prospects of marriage. Why, it all made sense now, their mother’s need to share such knowledge … to secure a match with a man so highly esteemed would indeed bring a great honour to one’s family. Leave it to Mrs. Abbott’s meddling ways to try and beat out the other women in town at promising Mr. Frantzich’s hand for one of her girls before he’d even met them.

Could it be? Truly? A man of considerable wealth settled in Netherfield in time for the following evening’s festivities. Prudence, certain her mother had it all mapped out, allowed her mind to drift away with thoughts of what this Mr. Frantzich would be like, and the wonder of his presence in their small society, if only for a moment.

A ripple of excitement poured through the house upon confirmation that, yes, indeed he was to attended the ball the following night. And yes, indeed Mrs. Abbott had every intention of introducing her daughters to the mysterious newcomer making a whirlwind appearance in time for what promised to be an enchanting season.

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