#BUT GIVE US LADY AGATHA
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all respect to lady danbury and i certainly liked lord ledger and their friendship but fuck off u already gave her an old ugly man to be married with r u trying to give her another older man as a lover? a MARRIED one? When her maid is RIGTH OVER THERE??
#i am angry#u want only the servants to be gay bridgertons? OLAY FINE#BUT GIVE US LADY AGATHA#I LOVE YOUNG LADY DANBURY SHE IS THE BEST#you know who elses loves young lady danbury??? HER FUCKING MAID#they were in cahoots the whole time#IN CAHOOTS I SAID#queen charlotte#bridgerton#the bridgertons
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Not enough: Anthony Bridgerton x reader
(Part 2 to too much)
„I am so terribly sorry for the inconvenience I might have brought on you with my sudden appearance-” she started while walking inside the place of her destination or, to put it more bluntly, after fleeting from her own house upon not-so-subtle fight with her still-husband.
„Y/n! Nonsense my dear, your presence is always welcomed here.” she heard in response and for the first time since the argument she managed to look into the eyes of another person as well as take in the scene in front of her.
Oh dear lord!
Her timing couldn’t be more wrong.
Apparently the only person who was missing from the widow viscountess Bridgerton household was the queen herself, since not only the lady of the house alongside with all her unmarried daughters were enjoying the afternoon tea, but - to Y/N’s very well hidden terror - the duchess and lady Danburry were present as well.
„duchess.” Y/N bowed in the most polite manner she could even though her knees were shaking „lady Danburry.”
Act like nothing happened.
Behave like a lady and not like a little kid, who came her to pour all her worries and tell on her husband who happened to be mean. The last thing she needed was for everyone to talk about her nervousness and giddiness. None of those ladies would be easily fooled and most definitely not lady Danburry with her nosy nature and piercing gaze.
The point was to visit her favourite sister-in-law Eloise who- luckily - were free of any marriage troubles and gain some perspective but that scenario flew away with the gentle summer breeze faster than Y/N could think.
And now she would be kindly invited to join the tea and the respect for widower viscountess alongside with the obligation to the higher positioned duchess (even if family) would forbid her from declining.
„Y/N.” Daphne sent her that tiny, quite shy smile that didn’t calm the nerves even in the slightest. Yes, the duchess was one of the most polite and subtle person in the society, but she was also happily married with another baby on the way.
„Viscountess Bridgerton.” the oldest, lady Danburry on the opposite was known from her sharp tongue and straightforward attitude. That one did not pull her punches.
„My dearest Y/N.” Violet Bridgerton, the mother in law stood up from her place and hugged the girl close. Obviously she was the most open one with her emotions. And the simple warm welcome made Y/n feel a bit strengthened to the point when she even gave a little smile. Tiniest, but honest and still visible.
„Is Anthony with you my dear?’
„Unfortunately my husband is absorbed with the matter of the household today.” Y/N explained, taking a seat next to Violet. „I was rather confused with all the men’s affairs, which brought me here.”
„confused?” Eloise, of whose presence everyone seemed to forget scoffed from her book „You are way smarter that Anthony is, Y/n!”
„Eloise!” her mother friendly scolded her second daughter
„It’s true mama!”
„Even though-’
„Did you come baring notices by any chance, viscountess?" lady Agatha cut into the family exchange innocently taking a sip of her tea, those sharp eyes of a predator glistening
„Notices?”
„Yes viscountess, notices. It;s been a fair amount of time since the marriage, surely something should happen soon between two people who are lucky enough to be in love as much as yo and the viscount?”
Oh...
Oh, she meant that kind of notices.
„May this be so, Y/n?” Daphne asked seeming uncharacteristically brisk. „shall we expect?”
„I certainly hope she won’t be burdened with the heir to the title any time soon--”
‘Eloise!”
„Is it the only purpose of a woman to be obedient to a man and give him children?!”
All the four older woman in the room went quiet and Eloise realised she might have had said a little bit too much. Not only for the lady but in general.
„I suppose our dearest Y/N would love to become a mother and bless us with the little boy or girl, am I correct?”
Of course I would love to, Violet.
I would love to.
Unfortunately so it happens your oldest son refuses to even speak or look at me, let alone performing his so-called marital duty. Which is even more tragic, since I became one to him. Here is the essence of my existence - forever being reminded of the burden I put on his shoulder with storming into his life.
Obviously those thoughts were something the newest viscountess Bridgerton could not form out loud.
„I shall send the regards to my husband ladies. Certainly will not omit to inform him of the expectation placed upon us both.” was the only thing she managed to say with confidence before her voice broke and she covered the sudden wavering by reaching for the sweet placed on the nearby platter.
„Oh my dearest Y/N, it’s no obligation!” Violet seemed quite hurt by the words spoken by her daughter-in-law „Regardless - a child is always a miracle that-”
„Maybe Y/N wouldn’t have to worry about it, if Anthony were taking more interest in her rather than spending time with Benny and Colin.”
„Eloise!”
„It’s just a simple observation! Benedict and Colin are still bachelors, even though the ladies of kind are sharpening their claws for them both, considering the fact the viscountess title is not longer available. Nonetheless, neither of them seem to be interested in taking in marriage-”
‘Eloise!” Violet called upon her daughter once more
„Perhaps if they weren’t spending their times in the club, effectively convincing Anthony to go with them--”
‘Enough, young lady!”
„But-”
„Enough Eloise.”
Y/N went pale at all the words spoken. Not because of their truthfulness, but due to the fact that the word already got out. This was a calamity she was trying her best to cover up and now her favourite member of the family announced them to the world, not thinking about the possible consequences of aforementioned action.
„Y/N, are you quite all right?” Daphne was the first one to take some action „that sudden pallor cannot be good for you. Shall we take a walk?”
Naturally the little stroll around the room will be something to make her feel better. Luckily the most perceptive Eloise noticed the torpid expression on the viscountess face and, not giving her sister any chance to press the matter further, vigorously explained that Daphne certainty meant an actual promenade outside on the manor grounds and that was something y/n was more than delighted to engage in.
Presenting a perfect opportunity to actually indulge in a meaningful conversation not regarding children and submission due to a woman.
***
On the other side of the city Anthony didn’t even notice his wife’s actual absence.
How could he, when she was always present and vivid in his mind, leaving him with her image in front of his eyes even when she was away from him.
Y/N’s face and silhouette, her smile and her resonant, joyful laughter were forever carved in his mind, ever since the day she laughed at him at the lake upon their first meeting, through the first moment of stolen forbidden intimacy, up to the moment looked into her eyes while vowing to love and to cherish her.
His beautiful bride.
His beautiful wife.
Strong willed, hot headed, always having an opinion of her own and doing things her own way, capable to charm everyone with the cheerful character and most natural humor and intelligence.
All the traits that could not be bought by any of the obedient, quiet and shy ladies from high society.
All the traits that put him under her spell and made him want to spend the rest of his life with Y/n.
Only with her.
And he didn’t want to fight, he wanted the same kind of marriage his own parents were joyful to share.
It was all so perfect, until the moment those bright memories got covered with storm clouds of how he behave towards her.
Not that the viscount gave them much thoughts, too lost in his own meaningless settlements that were not due till the fore-coming month.
It was easier this way.
Forgetting about all the words he said int he moment of anger and of fear (if not mere terror) of his own emotions.
Emotions that, unfortunately, refused to be closed in a hard shell of harsh, obsessive behaviour and being ignored.
Once let out, they wanted to run free.
And oh, so they did, causing the viscount to feel dizzy and giving him palpitations.
All the marriages had their bad moments.
It was impossible to continue for years keeping the same flame that started years ago.
The wife was supposed to be obedient and comply with her husband wishes, especially not bothering him with her presence and whimsical needs or fairy-tell beliefs.
A lady was a diamond in the crown but a wife became a part of the estate, of the livestock. Forever in her husband’s hand to rule.
He was the the man.
He was the viscount and before he met her she was just another long-forgotten by admirers débutante desperate to--
No.
No this was not true and as much as it would be comfortable for Anthony to dwell in all those thoughts, his heart was still in the right place giving him a very clear signal it was time to stop justifying his previous action. Those were the foundation for a very unstable and fragile house that could be blown away easily.
Maybe it wasn’t that his emotions were too much. Maybe it was that his heart capacity was not enough to contain the amount of affection he held for his one and only.
His Y/N.
And he couldn’t have that.
He had to find her wherever she might have been.
He had to fight for her and make it all right.
Even if that meant getting back on his knees, making a scene straight out of those unrealistic romance novels ladies loved and putting it into practice.
„Where on earth is my wife?!” he yelled to the servants, opening the door to his office, his voice loud enough to make the walls shake.
I’m coming for you, my viscountess.
My love.
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It's not over yet!
Edit: part 3 : almost there
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Helloooooo! Happy Kinktober! If you are still taking requests for this event, may I request leader of cult Agatha H. and innocent reader. Agatha chooses someone outside her cult as a new recruit and the mission of her followers is to bring reader and indoctrinate her so that in the end she marries Agatha and have her babies
Everything Is Perfect My Love
Pairing Cult Leader! Agatha Harkness x Innocent! Reader
Summary: After a year of joining what you thought was an organisation to meet new like-minded people, you start to see the world through different eyes.
Warnings: 18+ ONLY! Minors & Men DNI!! Smut, Dark Angst, Dom! Agatha, Sub! Reader, Loss of Virginity, Legal Age Gap, Oral (R Receiving), Magic Strap, Manipulation, Indoctrination, Forced Marriage, Breeding, Mommy Kink, Use of Magic, Mentions of Murder, Mentions of Depression | 2.2K
AC:I really liked the idea of cult leader! Agatha!! Thank you for sending this, I hope you enjoy it! Please keep in mind that although Reader seems to be into the whole idea, they are brainwashed and have no idea what is truly happening.
October Special Masterlist
Every morning you woke up with a smile on your face and a new feeling of excitement since joining an organization a year ago. You haven't been the same, in fact, you found yourself happier with the new people around you that you now call your family. Every morning, you all would have breakfast together with the organization's leader, Agatha. She was rather tall, had blue eyes, long and wavy dark brown hair and a slight accent. Without her, you wouldn't be here.
After the murder of your family and the FBI being unable to track down the person who took everything from you, you found yourself in a dark pool of depression. You felt alone and were barely making ends meet until two young women, slightly older than you, stopped you in the street by handing you a flyer for the Coven Organization. A community of women who offer their services in love, respect and acceptance.
When you joined, you were aware that you didn't have the funds to even sign up but you explained things were hard for you right now and you really wanted to give this a try. The girls spoke to their leader, Agatha, who requested to meet you for coffee to discuss an alternative way for you to join the group.
Fast forward a year later and you've never been happier. Each day is different, and you were excited to be with your new family. It took a little bit of time to adjust but you found comfort in Agatha whose door was always open for you whenever you needed a shoulder to cry on. As time went on, you grew rather close to the leader who was a few years older than you. She was kind, loving, gentle and patient with you. She knew you were pure, untouched and shy, exactly how she wanted you.
"Well ladies" Agatha said before wiping any remains of breakfast on her lips onto a napkin, "I'm so very excited to let you know the festivities will commence in a week's time" she announced. The table erupted with cheer and excitement from those who knew what this meant, "you know what to do" Agatha added as her eyes scanned the large table, taking a second to look at everybody in the eye before her blue eyes landed on you. She smiled softly before she rose from her chair, "you are all dismissed, clean up and continue your duties from yesterday" she instructed.
Everybody rose from the table, piling up the dishes from breakfast as Agatha walked over to you and placed her hands on your shoulders from behind, "See me in my office doll" she whispered before placing a kiss on your cheek and walking out of the dining room. The heels on her boots could be heard walking down the hall, fading as she entered her office.
"You're the chosen one!" Salma turned to you, her dark brown eyes full of joy and excitement but her words left you confused, "the chosen one?" you questioned.
"You'll see" Salma replied with a smile before she followed the others into the kitchen to wash up. You wandered down the hall to Agatha's office, knocking before turning the handle. "Come on in my love" her voice spoke from behind the wooden door. You opened the door and entered, closing it behind you.
"Is everything okay Ma'am?" you asked as she walked up to you with a warm smile. "Everything is perfect my love, I wanted to talk to you" she replied, gently cupping your face with her right hand, an electric line of purple left her fingertips, out of sight from your eyes. "You have such beautiful eyes; I could get lost in them forever" she complimented as she saw the hint of her purple magic fill your eyes.
"Thank you, Ma'am," you replied with a blushing smile. Agatha's thumb gently stroked your skin, she had you wrapped around her finger and you didn't even know it. "I love you" she spoke, her eyes never leaving yours as they widened.
"I..I love you too" you admitted, leaving a brief second of silence to be shared between you both before Agatha kissed your lips softly. "Will you be my wife?" she asks, looking into your eyes once more. The purple in your eyes faded, a smile grew on your lips as you nodded, "forever" you replied.
--A Week Later—
It was the night of the festival, the community you called home were dressed in long purple gowns while Agatha's gown was different. Her outfit was purple mixed with different shades of light and dark purples. She sat on her infamous throne as she watched the enjoyment of others with you by her side. The community were celebrating your engagement to their leader alongside the surprise wedding that Agatha planned.
It took you by surprise at first, but you quickly felt comfort and a sense of belonging that you didn't want to ignore. You both said "I do" while looking into each other's eyes and you swore you saw something sparkle ever so slightly in Agatha's eyes. "Tomorrow, we enter the next stage my loves" Agatha turned on her heels to face the following she had made, taking another moment to look everybody in the eyes for a brief second, knowing she was unstoppable.
Later that night, your things were moved from one of the shared rooms and into Agatha's room. "Is there anything you need my love?" she asked as she wrapped her arms around you, pulling you closer. You shook your head, "What is the next stage about?" you asked with a hint of worry in your tone.
"To celebrate you" Agatha replied with a soft smile before brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, "and our love" she added. Looking into your eyes, the only thing she could see was the love and dedication you had for the woman standing in front of you, "you'll do anything for me, won't you love?" she asked. Without a thought, you nodded, "I love you, Ags" you replied, "I'll do anything for you. You saved me" you admitted. "Without you or this community you've created, I would've been lost, maybe not even here" you went on, tears filling your eyes.
"Shhh, my love, it is okay" the dark-haired woman kissed your lips softly before wiping your tears with her thumb, "nothing will ever, ever hurt you again" she added as a promise. "Do you trust me?" she asked, her hands finding your waist again. You nodded once more causing Agatha to smile, "tomorrow will be a very big celebration after tonight" she informed you.
"Why?" you questioned watching Agatha's eyes drop to your lips. "Because my love, you are ready and it's going to be perfect" she answered before kissing your cheek, moving down to your neck. Purple magic flashed from her fingertips out of your vision once more, a soft moan left your lips as you wrapped your arms around the back of Agatha's neck. Her lips were soft and warm as she gently sucked to leave reddish marks as a form of claiming you behind the closed doors.
Carefully, Agatha guided you to the bed, laying you on your back as she continued to kiss and gently mark your neck as light moans left your lips. "M..m..mommy, please" the words left your lips even surprising you as Agatha leant back, looking at you with a smirk. "Oh darling, you're going to so good for mommy" she replied before working her hands up your stomach to remove your tee. Her lips kissed your chest to the valley between your breasts as she unclasped your bra, throwing it to the side.
"W-wait" you stopped her with a hand wrapped around her wrist, "I've n-never" you stuttered, almost too worried to look into her eyes. Agatha kissed your lips once more before looking into your eyes once again, "I know" Agatha admitted, "it's okay, I'm going to take such good care of you my little bug" she added. Her purple magic made your eyes flicker, you nodded, "I trust you" you replied. Her magic was working, of course it was, she studied the dark hold to a tee!
Before you knew it, your panties were thrown to the floor and your body almost covered with the markings of Agatha's lips. She paused her actions for a brief moment to walk over to the wardrobe, grabbing a dark purple plastic dildo and a black harness before undressing herself. You'd never seen somebody as beautiful as Agatha, you wanted her in every way you could think of. The small wet patch that was on your panties would've been a lot bigger if they were still on. You couldn't help but rub the inside of your thighs as you watched the older woman attach the dildo to the harness.
"You look worried my love" Agatha smirked as she walked back over the bed, crawling over you. The tip of the toy rested on top of your pussy; the coldness made you lightly gasp at the feeling. "That's b-big" you replied as your eyes were locked onto the drop that sat against your naked skin. "It'll feel so good inside you baby, I promise" Agatha's words comforted you and she saw that as your body began to relax.
"I won't hurt you my love" she added as she continued to kiss down your body, two of her fingers gently rubbing through your folds. "Mm, let mommy taste you baby" She whispered before lying beside you. Without hesitation, you straddled her face and slowly lowered yourself onto her tongue. You moaned at the feeling of her tongue swirling around your clit, giving you a whole new sensation that you'd never felt before.
Agatha hummed at the taste of you, tipping her tongue inside your untouched hole making you slightly jump. "It's okay love" she reminded you, bringing her thumb to your clit, rubbing soft circles as you moaned her name, "don't stop!" your hands landed on her thighs to for support as she worked her magic on you. "You can cum baby" she said in an almost muffled voice. You weren't exactly sure what she meant by that but that thought didn't last long when you felt your legs shake and a loud moan left your lips.
"You taste so sweet" Agatha hummed after she helped you ride out your high, helping you off her. "That was" you paused, unable to stop yourself from blushing, "great" you added after a moment of silence. Agatha looked at you with a proud smirk, "that's how it's going to feel again, lay back and let mommy breed you baby" she replied with hunger in her eyes. You chuckled at her words knowing she couldn't actually get you pregnant, so you thought.
You laid down and watched as Agatha covered the tip of the fake cock with lube before sliding it up and down between your folds, making you moan once more. "You're going to be such a good mommy" she said as she pushed the tip against your hole. You could already tell it was going to hurt and asked her to stop, "it's going to hurt, I've heard others say it does" you said in fear.
"Only for a few moments, bug" Agatha's hand gently stroked your cheek, "take a deep breath for me" she added before moving her hand from your face to support her as her other hand helped line up her strap. You did as she said and took a deep breath in, your eyes squeezed shut as you felt the toy slowly enter you. "Let it out my love, it's okay, it'll only hurt for a moment" Agatha spoke to calm you.
After a few moments, the pain faded. "I'm okay" you smiled softly at your wife who at your words began to move her hips, sliding the toy in and out of your wet pussy. She was right, she always was. The pain was turned to pleasure as the room filled with the sounds of your moans and Agatha thrusting into you at a faster past.
"You're doing so well for me baby" Agatha praised you.
Your eyes rolled back at the pleasure, she used that moment to spin her magic, making the fake cock something a little more special. Her lips found your neck once more, "I wasn't joking darling, you're going to be the best mother to our babies" she whispered softly into your hear. Your orgasm was building faster with every thrust, your hands wrapped around your new wife's back, nails stretching at her back. "I'll d-do any-anything for you!" you moaned, opening your eyes for Agatha to see her purple-colored magic filling your natural color. With a few more thrusts you came once more, your nails dug harder into Agatha's skin while she released her cum into your wound, painting your insides with her seed. You felt the warmth filling you, but your mind was too hazed to care.
Agatha cleaned you up after a few you both caught your breath; she watched as you pulled the covers over yourself and snuggled into them while she changed into a fresh pair of pajamas. After watching you from afar, having your family murdered, taking you in and now making you hers forever, she couldn't help but smile proudly to herself and she couldn't wait for you to discover your pregnancy even though she already knew her magic had worked.
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could i maybe request angus x female reader blurb where they are both the last left holding over and are left to their own devices after sharing a infirmary room with no privacy for 2 weeks?? maybe someone walks in on the other or something
Omg this is my first Ask request💕 I hope you enjoy, I finished this while wrote it while I was stuck in traffic because I wanted to finish it before my birthday. Also this is a little longer than a blurb j hope you don’t mind 😅
Notes: Minors DNI, AFAB/cis girl reader, Angus is a munch, overstimulation, oral sex, ignoring religious guilt, minor religious kink, reader can be interpreted as a virgin, mentions of toys, getting caught, both parties are 18+
You never considered yourself to be a terribly horny person, not when St. Agatha’s Boarding School for Young Ladies kept your schedule busy and your roommates always around. But staying there over the winter break with only yourself and the hitachi toy your roommate gifted you as company? Yeah, you might as well have possessed by a lust demon.
But then Mother Superior had to go and break her leg, forcing you out of your masturbation marathon and take shelter at the boys’ school on the other side of town without your new best friend. (If you were a god-fearing woman, you would blame yourself for her accident.)
Unfortunately, even while rooming at Barton you could not escape your constant state of arousal. The unexpected attractiveness of your new roommate. Angus Tully did not make it easy either.
You tried numerous things to keep the monster at bay- sneaking off to the laundry room, using the shower head, your own hands- but nothing felt as good as your hitachi. Heck, you even started to have sex dreams about Angus but even that didn’t help your state of arousal. You were beginning to see why the nuns said the ongoing sexual revolution is a mistake.
That was until he walked in on you masturbating.
The both of you froze, him in the doorway, you on your bed humping your pillow.
“Um…” Angus swallowed. “Do you need a hand with that?”
You blamed your constant state of arousal and the fact that Angus wasn’t terrible looking (damn your weakness for his big eyes, nose, and curly hair.)
Your eyes grazed down to his broken arm. “I guess one extra hand wouldn’t hurt.” You said jokingly. “But you need to get me dinner after this, I can't have you thinking I’m easy. The nuns would kill me.”
You leaned back on your bed, your pillow under your hips and nightgown bunched around your waist. Rather than take his pants off, Angus knelt in front of you.
“I was actually sent here to get you for dinner but I think I’m gonna just have you instead,” Angus said while slowly peeling off your panties with his good hand. You made a sound of confusion and he looked up at you. “I don’t have a condom on me. I can’t have the nuns get mad at me.”
With that, he moved forward and gave your pussy a curious lick. You jumped at the foreign feeling. You didn’t know boys did that.
You closed your legs on instinct but Angus used his good hand to keep you open. He didn’t look strong but his big hand holding you open, you couldn’t help but melt.
Your moans were muffled as you held your hands over them but Angus was able to hear you well enough to navigate between your legs, giving extra attention to the spots you moaned the loudest. With days of pent up arousal and interrupted pillow time, it didn’t take long for you to cum.
Angus let you relax into the bed before speaking up again. You recognized the look on his face as a combination of cockiness and curiosity.
“You know you talk in your sleep?”
“Huh?” Your brain was still under that post-orgasm haze. “I do?”
“Quite a lot actually.” Angus told you with a smirk as he began fingering your sensitive pussy. You tried to close your legs but Angus used his shoulders to keep you open. “Just last night you were moaning my name. Wanna tell me what you were dreaming of?”
“I….” You said distractedly. “I don’t remember.”
“I don’t believe you,” Angie smirked. “You don’t have to be shy anymore, I already ate your pussy. Tell me.”
His fingers curled inside you and you let out a strangled moan. He seriously expected you to think under these circumstances?
“I…fuck… I just dreamed you had me bent over in the confessions booth,” You managed to choke out. “One hand was around my throat.”
“That’s certainly very sinful of you,” Angus mused as his thumb began rubbing your clit. “What else?”
“I woke up before I could finish.”
“Well you’ve had other dreams, like I said you talked a lot these last few nights.”
“I…” Your hips began bucking. “I’m getting close again.”
Was this really all it took after all these days?
“Keep talking and I’ll let you cum,” Angus said, rubbing a little harder.
“Oh um… fuck…” You tried to search through your memories as you felt your orgasm build up. “I dreamt of the two of us at the… fucking… the fucking spring fling.” You fisted the sheets in frustration and he pressed a gentle kiss to the inside of your knee.
“Go on.”
“I dragged you to a classroom and I was wearing… I was wearing a lavender dress… you pushed it up and started fucking me…”
“How did I fuck you?”
You let out a groan. “Please I’m so close!” You protested quietly.
“I wanna hear more first.” He added another finger.
“My legs were over your shoulders and I was lying on the teacher’s desk…You were grabbing my boobs…” His thumb was moving faster and that pressure in your stomach was reaching its peak. “Frank Sinatra was playing… is that enough detail for you?”
Angus didn’t respond, simply moving faster. With his brown eyes staring you down with a cocky smile, you couldn’t help but buck your hips up and cum with a moan.
Angus slowed his fingers and began pressing kisses down your thighs.
“What are you doing?” This bastard wanted to go again?
“I just wanted to see what you looked like before I tasted you again,” Angus disappeared between your legs and you felt him lapping at the wetness between your legs.
“Angus,” you hissed and you tried to push his head away. You couldn’t take more of this. You were about to melt into the mattress. Then you felt his tongue lapping up your wetness from the source. You moaned loudly and pulled your hands away from his hair to cover your mouth.
You bucked your hips up and tried to push him away but Angus just grabbed your thigh and pulled you back to him. He didn’t look strong but your body also couldn’t decide if it wanted to run away or run towards his mouth.
“Don’t run away from me,” Angus warned with a lustful look in his eye. He returned between your legs.
Angus pressed his tongue into you, as deep as it could go until his nose began rubbing against your clit. You began grinding against him, one hand leaving your mouth to pull him closer by his hair.
It took you a little longer to cum again but somehow Angus managed to pull a third one out of you. Your hand gave a final tug of his hair as your hips lifted upwards and you grabbed the sheets to let out a loud moan. To his credit, Angus didn’t cease his movements, letting you ride his tongue until you collapsed against the mattress.
While the two of you caught your breathes, someone knocked on the door while opening it. Angus shot away from between your legs and you did your best to sit up and cover yourself.
Not that it did much to convince Mr. Hunham, who walked in and immediately raised a brow at your guilty expression. Then he looked at Angus and saw the state of his hair and the mess you had left on his face. Mr. Hunham rubbed his face in an attempt to calm himself.
“Go to dinner,” Mr. Hunham gestured for you to get out of the room.
“Mr. Tully, a word.” He said sternly.
——
Two hours later, Angus comes back to your room, cleaned up with a small smirk on his face.
“I think it’s time for you to return the favor,” Angus rose told his feet and unbuckled his belt. His hard, weeping cock popped out and you couldn’t help but gulp.
“I’m not getting any sleep tonight,” you thought with tired glee.
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In Your Wildest Dreams Chapter 2 ˋ♡ˊ
introduction & masterlist ❁ ❁ chapter 1❁ ❁ taglist
duke!leon x fem!reader
easier than it looks, is that jealousy i see mr. kennedy?
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Aunt Agatha's house was bustling with staff running around while suitors began to line up to formally start their courtship. Your mind was elsewhere though as you sat in your room, getting ready for the promenade. It had been decided you and the Duke would meet to show everyone that the two of you were “officially” courting. Little did they know of the ruse established just the night prior.
“Dear,” your Aunt cracked open the door, letting herself in. The staff who helped you get ready quickly scurried out to give you both privacy. “Might you be gracing us with your presence in the tea room? A group of suitors eagerly awaits your arrival." Your gaze was fixed on the mirror, spritzing a perfume onto your neck. Your eyes meet hers in the reflection, her expression was one of confusion. Aunt Agatha was the last person you could sneak something passed, she was observant to a fault, always taking notice of the smallest details. Hence why she asked, “Where do you presume you are venturing off to?”
Your eyes avoided hers, finding ways to busy your attention by flattening out a ruffle in your dress. “Promenade,” you waited for a reaction, to which you received none. “With Duke Leon of Clyvedon.” Turning around in the chair to face her now you could see evidently she looked pleased.
"I am most delighted to see you’ve taken such a liking to the Duke. Her Majesty shall be positively elated once she witnesses her matchmaking skills working so well, and so early,”
“Is it possible to dismiss the suitors to tomorrow perhaps?”
“Why of course I’ll attend to them at once. Now go,” she laughed as she helped stand you up from the chair, “I will not have my niece miss out on becoming a Duchess because she is behind schedule.” And with that, you were sent off quickly in a carriage to meet the still ever-mysterious Duke Leon.
On the other side of town, the infamous Duke rolled out of bed, hastening to get ready quickly. For you see, the Duke was not in his bed hence the late arising. The night prior, after the ball, Leon had found his way and ended up with a “lady of the night”. Plush red bedding surrounded him as he was reminded of the sinful activities that had occurred just hours ago. The girl stirred awake at the sound of the Duke getting dressed, her head peeking up from the covers as she hid her body under the sheets.
“Where are you going so early?” she beckoned him to come join her back in bed.
“Promenade,” Leon was curt, he knew after today all eyes would be on him until you found your official husband so this was his last opportunity to have a night of fun. The girl seemed confused at the Duke’s answer as he was not known to partake in social events of the season, so whatever reason he was going it must have been of the utmost importance to him. Leon was out of the door and quickly hopped in his carriage, heading straight to the park to see you.
Now it may seem distasteful of the Duke to partake in such sinful activities, but as an established man who has no intention of marrying, this was all routine for him and many other men of the sort. Just because he had a ruse established with you did not mean he was going to stop on your behalf but just halt his discreet activities until it was all said and done.
The park was vibrant, with a large portion of society in attendance at the day’s promenade. While waiting for the Duke you found yourself engrossed in a conversation with Lord Redfield. It was innocent, being a gentleman Lord Redfield saw you waiting under the willow tree and approached you.
“Are you waiting for someone?” the voice caused you to jump a little as you turned around to see who it was.
“Ah, Lord Redfield,” you smiled as you curtsied. Lord Redfield was cute, well-established, and overall quite perfect. An easy catch though, and he was missing that one thing. He wasn't the Duke, he did not carry the same mystery as the Duke, and he definitely did not excite you like the Duke. Lord Redfield was a safe option. “I am just waiting for the Duke of Clyvedon, have you made his acquaintance?”
“Oh?” he seemed surprised, “Leon, yes I’m aware of his business in London. We’ve crossed paths a few times of course.” You waited for him to elaborate but he did not, information a lady was not privy to of course. The two of you began to walk along the gravel paths, your eyes occasionally scanning the park looking for the tall blonde-headed Duke. Alas, he still had not arrived, you began to worry if he had called off the plan entirely already.
Leon hopped out of the carriage, straightening his jacket as he made his way to the willow tree to meet you. Pulling out his pocket watch, he huffed out noticing the time and how late he ended up being. All eyes were on him as he quickened his pace to get to the willow tree quicker. If he did not know any better he would say he was excited to see you. Almost as quick as the thoughts penetrated his mind, he pushed them down, drowning them with the reminder that he would not marry. This was all a plan to benefit you both in the end, marriage was not on the table for him.
As he approached the willow tree, he realized you were not there. Had he been that late? Did he miss you entirely? Leon’s eyes surveyed the park trying to spot you, and there you were. Walking alongside another man, not Leon. His heart almost stopped, and a tinge of jealousy began to sink into his veins. Perhaps the Duke was still coming down from his wild activities from the night prior when something overcame him as he stomped his way to you.
“Ah, there you are,” his hand quickly snuck around your waist pulling you closer to him, and further away from Lord Redfield. There was that feeling again, a spark flushing your skin when you felt his touch on your waist. Your stomach churned, your face felt hot, what was this feeling?
“Your Grace, I’m so glad you made it,” you beamed up at him, trying to hide the rush of emotions you still had yet to identify.
“Please accept my apology for being so late, I had some business affairs on my father’s account I had to finish,” his eyes pleading. As genuine as he sounded it was impossible to read him, and it did not help that he was so entirely intoxicating. You thought he looked handsome at the ball, but today was something else. Unlike the prior night, today his silver-toned blonde hair was pushed back with a stray strand resting on his forehead. He sported a dark jacket, with hints of gold and pale blue throughout. The Duke sure knew how to dress.
“Of course your Grace, I understand. Thank you for making time to see me today,”
“Affairs,” Lord Redfield scoffed, glazing over you as he stared down Leon.
“Lord Redfield,” the Duke looked unfazed, smiling back at Lord Redfield who was scowling at him. Leon’s hand still was firm on your waist, keeping you close to him. “Thank you for keeping her company in my absence. He is a true gentleman is he not? Always stepping up when you least expect it.” Although Leon’s words were kind, sarcasm was dripping as he eyed down Lord Redfield. Almost as a warning to stay away from you.
This was where the Duke’s mystery came in, if he did not wish to marry you then why was he being so territorial right now? Why was he scaring away a potential match?
“Well,” Lord Redfield offered you a sympathetic glance, although you weren't sure why. “I’ll take my leave, miss,” he placed a chaste kiss on the back of your gloved hand. “Enjoy your day, I hope I have the chance to make your acquaintance again, sooner rather than later preferably,” he paused before taking a step towards Leon, “Enjoy your affairs, Leon.” And with that Lord Redfield walked away, leaving you and the Duke alone.
“Am I allowed to ask what that was about?” you turned to face Leon, his hand dropping from your waist. Immediately you missed his grasp on you.
“Which part?” the Duke chuckled slightly, extending his arm for you. Obviously, it was fun for him to ruin your chances with a suitor. You linked your arm around his as the two of you began to promenade around the park.
“All of it,” glancing up at him, but his eyes were glued straight ahead.
“Let us enjoy this day, not get fussed with the little things,” he looked down at you smiling. You decide not to probe him deeper, he was already assisting you this season better to just keep him happy.
“Fine, if you insist,” you wrapped your arm around his tighter, “This plan of ours, we will need to come up with some of the guidelines,”
“Such as?”
“Balls, gifts, the customary plans of courtship,” the idea of these things excited you, but your heart really began racing when you pictured the Duke being the one you did it with.
“I cannot be expected to do all that, can I?” his tone shifted, obviously unaware of the entire extent of the plan he created.
“You must, it is the only way this arrangement works,”
“If you insist, but I cannot attend every single ball. I have my own business to attend to if you recall.”
“I am well aware your Grace,”
“Just Leon, please I cannot remind you every time,” he teased, stealing a glance down at you as the two of you continued on the paths of the park.
“Of course, Leon,” you let his name glide off your tongue making sure to pronounce every syllable for him.
“Mhm just like that, go on,”
“Please make the effort to attend the balls until I have found a proper suitor.” Leon nodded, unable to find the words or a witty joke. He was a perfect eligible suitor for you, he knew it, and there was that voice in his reminding him again that he was to not marry. This arrangement was simply to help you both out. Keep the swarm of mamas and their daughters at bay for him, while attracting only the best suitors for you. The Duke now faced a new task though, he could not afford to allow these budding feelings for you to flourish. “And I will need you to send flowers, preferably today,”
“Flowers?”
“Customary to signify you are courting me,”
“I see,” he looked lost in thought as he paused for a moment. He stopped walking and turned to face you, “If I was truly courting you I would not need to follow customs, 10 minutes alone would suffice,” his voice low, and husky as he spoke. The sudden change in his demeanor shocked you as you were unsure how to respond in a ladylike way.
“Expensive flowers, Leon. Today,” you attempted to brush off his comment but the way your body and mind reacted was an entirely different story.
“Of course,” his bold tone had left him, perhaps it was still the jealousy from Lord Redfield causing him to act in such a way. “Anything else?”
“Do not tell anyone of this arrangement, I need this to remain a secret between the two of us please Leon, I cannot afford a scandal,” you were pleading at this point, but it was necessary to ensure he understood how important this was.
“I shall not tell a soul dear,” he nodded, sticking his arm back out for you to take again, continuing the promenade.
What you two did not notice throughout the time at the park, was the mass amount of eyes on you both throughout the entirety of the promenade. The ton would be swirling with rumors, and stories of who the Duke was courting. Are there promises of a new Duchess on the horizon?
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f Narrator wanting to murder maim mutilate m marla.. or marla/ male marla and narrator/f narrator worsties/besties. or marla/male marla and tyler… or anything with marla/ male marla..
Marlon called me, interrupted me at work, and he said he had a bruise. He said I needed to come and look at it right away, because he needed to know.
This was him, asking me, pounded flank steak, to look and tell him the nature of his bruise.
Marlon hasn't had health insurance in years, so he tries not to think about it, usually. It's easy, since there's no difference when you have health insurance. It's old hat.
But today, he thought about it.
And he noticed a bruise.
So I'm walking up to the Regent hotel after work, and he's in the lobby in his limp little tank top. He'd call it a wifebeater and imagine himself in place of the wife, I'm sure. I wonder if he isn't cold all the time. Mr. Marlon Singer, such a masochist just so he can show off his skeletal body with all the cigarette burns I have to hear him and Tyler laughing over.
I am Jane's abnormal hemorrhoid development.
He doesn't mention what Tyler and I stole from him, even though I think it was all the cash he had. Even though just three days ago he tried to chase me around the house and beat me with a broom. He made me and Tyler go sleep in the junkyard. Buried under our furs, howling at the moon. Maybe I can't fault him for that.
He couldn't keep it here where the guys he brings back could get at it, he said, and sure. But he should've known better than to tell Tyler about it, because now it's bags upon bags of lye being kept in the driest room in the house.
I work on grinding cracks into my remaining teeth as he grabs his neighbors Agatha and Dianne's Meals on Wheels kits. The delivery lady remarks on what a good young man Marlon must be, helping out these old ladies. Oh, yeah. A real, upstanding, mummified rat of a man. Maybe he helped them into the ditch. He yaps at me the entire walk up to his room, and I don't hear a word as I methodically rip up the skin around Tyler's kiss on my hand with a broken nail. It's been infected since Tuesday, and the ring of puffy red flesh makes the ghost of her lips white like the center of a neon tube. Always buzzing.
We get to his room, he says to me, "One of these boxes is for you, you know."
I think about all the women who bother to use what little time they have to operate charities that keep the poor and destitute alive enough to want to kill themselves. All that time spent cooking mac and cheese en masse and putting little packets of powdered milk next to little cartons of the liquid, like they get at schools and prisons, packets that can only be opened by the nimble fingers of caring relatives these elderly recipients do not have.
Sure.
Tyler told me I need to be eating at least two meals a day, or she'd steal a blender and make me drink raw chicken. So I eat the Meals on Wheels box. Sorry Agatha. I rip open the powdered milk packet, dump it into the carton, hold it closed, and shake it. Twice the calories. A recipe for palliative care.
Marlon's sitting there, quiet, eating Dianne's latest last meal. All the urgency is gone. Sucked dry. He's got pallor like a hospice heart failure. When dogs get treated for heartworms, the worms die, and sometimes, not all of them break apart. Sometimes, there will be thin, dead cords of necrotized nematode strung through their heart waiting for the right beat to fall apart and clot a vital artery. This can take years to happen. Your pet recovers perfectly from treatment until seven years down the line, you give it a doggy cupcake and a pulmonary embolism for its tenth birthday.
Marlon looks like he's had his first melarsomine injection and his owner is thinking about taking him to a dog park instead of bothering with the second. If you let a dog get its heart rate up too high when getting treated for all the parasites you let grow in it, its heart will explode. Or all the worms will clog its lungs. Whichever one it is, it's happening to Marlon here in this room. On this bed.
He says he'd found a bruise, a while back. A nasty little thing, like the crush of a plum under your thumb. Near one of his ankles. And Marlon Singer knew he couldn't afford any novel treatments, and he'd seen too many people rot from the inside out from them already. He did not go to the clinic down the street that gets its windows broken in often enough that there's just big black billowing sails of trashbags over their storefront more often than not. Marlon says he once saw a rat nailed to the door, which is something you'd think would be too neat and poetic for real life. He didn't go to the clinic because he didn't have to. And maybe if he was fucking guys he wanted to he would be a bit more cautious, but the men Marlon Singer gets to fuck are the type to have given him those bruises in the first place. They're the reason there's single mothers visiting that clinic, like half melted wax getting scraped out of the picture. He says he shouldn't feel guilty.
I tell Marlon about where I got the idea for poisoning all the food at the Pressman hotel.
He asks me what I mean by that, and I tell him about my first boss at the company I work for now.
When I first started there, I was selling our cars to companies. Bulk orders for work vehicles. My job was to not fuck up any contracts we already had. Marlon is probably aware, but the type of man involved in that sort of thing, he knows he's got you on a collar and chain. You and him both know he'll be renewing the contract, but you have to do the song and dance for him. Pretend you like how close he gets to you. Pretend you don't want to rip his testicles from his ballsack when he leans in sweaty and tells you how he likes your hair, did you go and do all that just for me?
Because he knows. And you know. But enduring this is what you were hired to do. If you were a man, you would've been hired to create a sense of the old boys club with this guy. But you're not.
There is so much pretense in the world.
Anyway, my first boss, call him Joe — whenever I'd return from those trips and dinners, Joe wouldn't pretend that it wasn't a shit job. He'd commiserate and wish me luck with the next one. He didn't overstep, he wasn't creepy, he kept his distance. The best you could hope for. Thirty days on the job, they asked me how I was doing, and I told them I was doing great. The job was amazing, I felt embraced by the company, my boss was great. One of those things was true to me.
And when Joe got his promotion, for being such a great regional manager, he cornered me in my cubicle and informed me he'd been jerking off into my nicely labeled thin salad lunches each time they showed up in the office fridge. He told me this with the same smile he'd always worn.
Marlon, he's next to me, and he leans closer like we're having a nice little confession. My skin itches.
It was before the 90 day clause kicked in my health coverage, so I had to wait at one of those free clinics like Marlon's, and I was surrounded by a lot of young men, wispy mangled pears. What little flesh was left was soft. When I told the nurse what happened, I watched myself die in her eyes. Dappling up with rashes and bruises until I was all painted and sunken like a bog body.
For the longest time, I wondered if I'd become the oral Mary. How many times I vomited in that office toilet, I don't know. I stopped bringing lunch.
The thing is, I couldn't see it in his face. Joe's, I mean. Not even when he told me. I couldn't see it in anyone. So I stopped eating out. Stopped eating altogether, really.
Marlon, his response was to go to the support groups. His tragedy was that it was a slow death, coming for him. Best to wriggle into the pile of dying bodies, see what it's like. Maybe that could muster enough suicidal impulse.
I tell Marlon, of course, I couldn't go to HR. I was a new hire with no evidence and previous record of liking my boss. I didn't want to tell my mom. I didn't want her to know. Those uncomfortable dinners became absolutely, wretchedly unbearable as I thought about the food I was being forced to share.
When the option came up for a dead end job in the least loved department in the building, I put on the best performance of my life to get the part. Best aspiring Compliance and Liability head and sole department employee, that's me. My new job was to keep secrets. It was, already, old hat.
For months I thought about waking up from a narcoleptic fit at my desk, with Joe leaning over the cubicle wall and asking if I was alright. I watched my stomach like it was nuclear. Every extra second it took until I bled like usual slid me closer to buying myself a shotgun and pumping a slug or two into my brain.
It's an unavoidable fear, I tell Marlon. You can't do anything about it. Once you know, you know. At some point, you have to find the peace in it. Imagine yourself, a balloon popping with meaty chunks flying apart, splattering onlookers and raining viscera.
For a month, six months, I had cancer. Worse than cancer. Every time I eat out, I get it again.
Marlon is looking at me, melting stained glass, drowning in that sort of shared pity you build together with someone who's dying.
I don't want Marlon to feel guilty.
I tell Marlon, that's why I poison the food at the Pressman hotel. Someone's got to do it. Blood in the tomato sauce, spit on the steak. Imagine what you could do to a soup. The men who go to the Pressman hotel, they're the kind that leave Marlon bloody and walking around Paper Street calling for Tyler to come out and burn more holes into him. They're the kind that get promoted from regional manager. They're the kind that lean in close, pull your wrist towards them, and say there's one way they know you could secure the contract renewal. The kind that almost ruin it in a temper tantrum when you don't, resulting in an upper management intervention on the 24th day of your new job. They're the kind that hear that shit and say you should've been more appeasing. More polite.
Don't feel guilty, Marlon.
I hope all of them rot so everyone can see the maggots eating their insides.
Marlon isn't smiling. I am unavoidably bad at distracting him. There's something final in it, when he sighs, and takes off his tank top. He says it's on his back, and I should just tell him.
I look. I see it. Black hole, botfly, necrosis. There's so many things these broken blood vessels could be. Withering, snapping apart like mummified heartworms. I imagine driving the two inch melarsomine needle deep into the muscles bunched upon his spine.
I look.
I press my hands into him, and I grip like I'm trying to rend my fingers through his skin, deep into his body cavity to rip out his guts. Like I'm trying to grab the rope of his small intestine and strangle him with it. Marlon's yelling at me and trying to hit me, arms flapping like a chicken, and I am bruising ten deep circles into the soft pearskin of his abdomen. It's the only place left on him that's mealy, that isn't frayed rope under worn out leather.
I tell him, you've got bruises. They look mostly normal, to me.
Don't worry too much about it.
And Marlon, he leans into me, and I let him.
#asks#fight club#female fight club au#my writing#obv directly in parallel to the book chapter#this has been sort of floating in my head#in the book its probably the most caring moment the narrator has for marla#and i think that is the same here actually#its just female narrator off the charts detestes marlon more in the first place. puts all her sense of sympathy and shared solidarity into#Tyler. but. yeah#anyway made marlon's life absolutely miserable#and the narrators#i actually went back and forth on that#i dont want to... necessarily... give her Solid Reasons in a way male narrator doesnt have#but its sort of inescapable that fucked up misogynistic shit would happen#and i was thinking how to resolves the food contamination question in my head#hard to explain#inherently more horrible shit will happen to her than male narrator#but not excessively and i want it to feed into the same issues. in this case her complete subjugation in the office and inability to freely#reject the horrific shit shes forced to play along with#resulting in her doing the same to the fat cats rolling by#anyway#she does care about marlon#its complicated
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they is not knowing that we is knowing how to take the lives we is wanting from them. and that is why they is not thinking about how many weapons they is putting in kitchens.
tom riddle had nothing to do with the death of hepzibah smith. hokey had just had enough of being a slave.
sparkling cyanide
hokey & hepzibah smith
general | 1.4k words
this piece was written for week fourteen of @ladiesofhpfest, which focuses on the non-human ladies of the harry potter series (you can find the masterlist of the week’s fics here), which, here, means hokey, the house elf enslaved by hepzibah smith. or, as we shall call her from hereon out, eokhí, which is how her name is accurately transcribed from the elvish language (more on which below).
for a story which only has 1,400 words, there is a lot to say about this one. some author’s notes under the cut:
the title is the same as that of agatha christie’s 1945 novel sparkling cyanide - published in the united states as remembered death - for which there are some spoilers immediately to follow. it is not, let me be frank, agatha’s best (not least because it’s a rewrite of a poirot short story, ‘the yellow iris’) but there are several things about it which appealed to me when i was writing this: that it deals with a death initially presumed not to be murder; that it has multiple suspects, including a young man who appears to desire wealth; and that the murder weapon is a poisoned drink.
the poison - in christie’s case and in mine - is potassium cyanide. this is obviously a deviation from what we are told in half-blood prince - in which dumbledore describes the poison used to kill hepzibah as ‘rare’ - since cyanide is probably one of the better known methods of doing away with troublesome old ladies, but it has been my headcanon for quite a while: cyanide looks very similar to sugar; it's highly soluble; its bitter taste requires something sweet (like cocoa) to mask it; it kills its victim extremely quickly; and it wouldn’t be completely bizarre for it to be found in a wizarding house. cyanide was a standard component of silver polish until surprisingly recently, and i am choosing to believe that this is the same in the wizarding world. in her interview with the aurors, eokhí just happens to mention that hepzibah wanted a pair of silver candlesticks polished the day she died, and everyone considers the matter settled.
i’ve always been fascinated by the murder of hepzibah smith, not least because - as it’s described in canon - it’s a massive deviation from voldemort’s usual modus operandi. hepzibah is the only person we know to have been poisoned by him, and the only person we know to have been killed using - essentially - a muggle method (even if the poison in jkr’s head is magical, stirring it into a cup of cocoa isn’t). above all, i am obsessed about what it says about voldemort that the hyper-feminine (even if the text treats her attempts at femininity as ridiculous - something which eokhí agrees with) hepzibah is killed in such a feminine-coded way: poison is known in pop-culture as a ‘woman’s weapon’ - even if statistical evidence doesn’t confirm this - and a domestic one; and the image of hepzibah dying in her own home, over a cosy cup of cocoa, as punishment for insulting voldemort’s mother (whose death kept him from that experience) is really striking.
a part of the murder which is more usual for voldemort is that he frames someone else. however, unlike with his framing of morfin gaunt for the murder of the three riddles, which is made to look deliberate, he makes eokhí’s involvement in hepzibah’s death look accidental, and eokhí appears to receive no punishment from the ministry of magic. this undoubtedly has nothing to do with any compassion for her on voldemort’s part; he chooses it because it’s the most plausible cover he can give himself, and this must be because wizards know that elves cannot deliberately harm their masters.
or, at least, think they know that.
poison’s association with women and the domestic sphere obviously means it has a reputation for being the means by which servants bump off their masters - and, specifically, how female servants bump off their mistresses. i very much like the idea of witches laughing in a self-satisfied way, thinking that they never have to worry - like silly old muggles - about being done away with by their cooks, while the loophole which elves have noticed and have been exploiting for centuries stares them right in the face. because we see in canon that elves are perfectly capable of indirectly harming their masters - dobby spends the entirety of chamber of secrets doing it - and so, when eokhí decides she has had enough of her mistreatment at hepzibah’s hands, all she has to do is get the poison out of the cupboard, put it in a dish, and let hepzibah choke on her own arrogance.
eokhí is a type of elf we only see glimpses of in canon - one who does not want to be a slave. the house-elf plotline is the weakest in the series for many reasons, but one i always find particularly galling is that dobby’s revolutionary zeal in chamber of secrets, in which he talks of whisper networks of elves decrying their ill-treatment at the hands of wizards and celebrating voldemort’s death, vanishes in goblet of fire, when the standard elvish position seems to correspond with the wizarding one: that being a slave is great and wanting freedom is bizarre.
eokhí said fuck that. this story is one of disrespect and rage and revenge, and of the triumphant pleasure of reclaiming the space which was once used to oppress you, as eokhí goes from waking up in a nest of blankets on the kitchen floor - because she’s not allowed a real bed, unlike hepzibah - to eating the cakes she has always been denied while hepzibah lies dead in the parlour.
it is also a story of language.
we hear several elves speak in canon, although only three in any great detail: dobby, winky, and kreacher. there are differences across their speech - dobby and kreacher tend to speak in the third-person, winky tends to speak in the first-person; kreacher uses the present continuous the least, winky uses it the most - but none speak in standard british (or american) english, and there are similarities - such as a tendency to use non-standard conjugations of verbs (‘i is not sure you did dobby a favour, sir’) - among all three.
in harry potter, characters who speak in non-standard english are generally coded in one of three ways: foreign (fleur, krum); simple-minded (hagrid); or shifty (mundungus fletcher, amycus carrow). which - if any - of these readings is intended for elves is up for debate, although my own view is that elves’ language is intended to make the reader agree with the standard wizarding opinion that they are less sophisticated or rational than humans and that their subordinate position in wizarding society is natural and justifiable. this is, obviously, something the text partially pulls the rug from under - the underestimation of both dobby and kreacher’s powers and agency is a significant contributor to harry’s victory - but it always feels, given the series’ failure to fully stick the landing on whether it thinks slavery is a bad thing, not as pointed or ironic as it may have been intended to be.
i prefer to think of elves as having their own language, used among themselves, to which wizards have no access. but i also think that it does them a disservice to think of the language they use to interact with wizards as simply non-standard - or, more dismissively, ‘broken’ - english. i think we should imagine that all adult elves are fluent speakers of two languages: the elvish language; and what we might call elvish creole, which - like all creole languages - is not a dialect, but a full language in its own right.
eokhí’s story is written in this language. some of its linguistic features are:
phonetics: in goblet of fire, dobby is shown to think that ron’s surname is pronounced ‘wheezy’. he thinks this because the elvish language of course has its own phonetics, which particularly affect the transcription of proper nouns which are not habitually used in elvish or elvish creole. two examples are important to this story: the elvish language doesn’t have an aspirated h- (as in, how a speaker of standard british english would pronounce ‘hokey’) and it doesn’t have a plosive p- (as in, how a speaker of standard british english would pronounce ‘hepzibah’). that hepzibah expects eokhí to pronounce her name properly and yet doesn’t extend this basic courtesy to her should not surprise us.
names: three elves we meet in canon - dobby, winky, and hokey - have names which end in an ‘ee’ sound. as eokhí explains, this is because elves are usually named after nouns, and the nominative singular of nouns in the elvish language end in -í. plural nouns end in -é. [kreacher’s name appears to be an adaptation of the word ‘creature’, which suggests that he was dehumanised to such an extent that his masters wouldn’t even make an attempt to pronounce his real name.]
elves do not speak the names of their dead. eokhí refers only to eokhí’s mother, rather than using the name she had when she was living. wizards do not realise they are being disrespected when elves use their names after they are gone.
pronouns: the elves we see in canon tend to use illeism. that is, they refer to themselves in the third-person singular - he, she - most of the time. although winky uses the first-person singular - i - regularly, dobby only uses it occasionally, and kreacher never does. they also tend to use their own names as pronouns - ‘kreacher is cleaning’ - particularly when needing to add emphasis or clarity to sentences. eokhí never uses the first-person singular, for reasons connected to elves’ traditions about the self. she would explain to us that when elves refer to themselves as ‘i’, they are choosing to speak standard english for the benefit of their wizarding audience, and she doesn’t feel hepzibah deserves that effort.
verbs: the elves we see in canon generally only use the third-person singular of verbs - 'i says' - regardless of pronoun choice. eokhí does the same, since both elvish and elvish creole have no plural verb forms and only one grammatical person, once again connected to elves’ traditions about the self.
the elves we meet in canon also tend to use the present continuous - ‘my master is telling winky some things’ - frequently, often in a context which would not feel intuitive for speakers of standard english. in eokhí’s speech, the present continuous is used to show actions which are repeated or habitual - ‘eokhí is waking up one morning in her nest on the kitchen floor’ - while the simple present refers both to general statements of fact - ‘eokhí is a slave’ - or to one-off actions ‘eokhí decides that is it’. in the past tense, similar principles apply: eokhí uses the past continuous - the smith family ‘was wanting to be looked after’ by eokhí’s mother - to describe repeated or habitual actions and the simple past for general or singular events. the future continuous is used both for actions which will be repeated or habitual and for actions which will take a indeterminate time to conclude - ‘eokhí is going to be fighting back’, her battle is not just done with hepzibah dead - rather than simple actions with a defined end-point - ‘she will eat’.
#asenora fics#hokey#hepzibah smith#sparkling cyanide#ladies of hp fest#fuck her up hokey#no peace for the house elf plotline
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Really?
Media Nanny Mcphee Age Up
Character Simon Brown
Couple Simon X Reader
Rating Smut
Concept Fake Sick
Smut Hj / Hints of Bj’s and sex
I hummed my little tune to myself as I worked cleaning up the kitchen from breakfast and of course, making a start on lunch. All while hearing the usual ruckus from upstairs given such a full house. I heard the lady of the house making her way down the stairs slowly so I smiled "Good morning Mrs brown"
"Morning y/n" she smiled back as she reached the kitchen floor holding her now seven-month bump "Do you have any toast?"
"Mr Brown says not to give you any more toast Mrs brown," I told her
"He would, wouldn't he?" she rolled her eyes a moment before heading over and sitting at the table "But secret toast?"
I smiled and got her some secret toast as it was all she had been craving since finding out she was pregnant "How's things?"
"Alright, Agatha is doing her reading. Most of the others are off to do their chores. And he's gone to work" she explained
"That's good then"
"Ohh all except Simon," she says
"Oh? Why? What's he done now?" I sighed
"He's sick," she says
"Sick?"
"Umm fever, pale, tummy ache"
"Hummm…"
"It's alright I told him to stay in bed, he did ask if you were going to come up and take care of him"
"I bet he did" I chuckled as I worked scrubbing the pan from breakfast's eggs "Evangeline?"
"Umm?" She asks having more toast
"What day is it?" I asked
"Thursday the 19th"
"Hummmm" I pondered adding the pan to the drying rack, turning and leaning my hip on the sink as I dried my hands "Funny. How Simon gets six… On a Thursday. The day the maths tutor comes"
"You think he's fibbing?"
"I don't know. You know I have some time before lunch I think I will go see he's alright"
"I'm sure that'll cheer him up. Have fun" she smiled
"Ohh I will" I smirked, heading up the stairs out of the kitchens and into the main house, I hurried up the rickety wooden stairs heading up. Arriving at was once the bedroom of the many brown children however given they had all since grown so much it was now a playroom or study room filled with toys, books, and such for them all to use, many having their own rooms or sharing with a sibling or so. I saw Agatha working hard on her reading at one of the little tables so I gave her a wave before I headed up the second stairwell getting somewhat out of breath even if I do end up coming up here a lot of my time. Until I reached the attic room heading inside the rather tall but thin room with a large round window. Simon has occupied this room as long as I've known him. And I've been here a good while now. After Evangeline went from being the scullery maid to the lady of the house they basically needed someone to replace her usual duties as Cook was going to do them, at first they took on simply a lady from town but after a while she left and I replaced her and cook left not long after that so I became a combination of both I suppose but I didn't mind I liked it here and I was already involved with the family anyway. I made my way inside the room as usual and I spotted his wooden bed full of fluffy blankets being the oldest he wanted to be on his own so he took this old dusty attic as his room and slowly made it his own. He lay in the bed hugging his blankets surrounded by tissues.
"Simon?" I glared at the foot of the bed which made him stir slowly opening his eyes and smiling
"Y/n, you came to see me" he coughed a good few times into a tissue in his hand
"You're sick?"
"Umm humm" he nods sitting up to lean against his headboard
I sighed and sat on the bed giving him a poke and a prod in little places doing little checks like his temperature, making him open his mouth and all the usual stuff "What's the matter with you then?"
"I have a tummy ache. My throat is sore. I have a temperature. I'm really sleepy. And I keep coughing" he explained
"humm you don't look sick"
"I feel sick" he answered his voice sounded like he'd been swallowing sandpaper
"Simon" I glared
And he clearly picked up what was happening "I really am sick buttercup"
"No. You always do that, you always use my per name when you're trying to get out of things"
"No, I don't!"
"Simon?"
"....I really am sick. I'm just happy to see you." He says taking my hand "It's nice when in sick to have my buttercup come take care of me" he smiled stroking his thumb on my hand
"You're really sick?"
"I'm really sick"
"Alright" I sighed giving his head a kiss
"Umm that makes me feel better though" he smiled
"I'm sure it does, would you like an extra blanket?"
"Yes please buttercup"
I nodded and went to the cupboard getting him an extra blanket which I happily tucked around him to keep him cosy "So this doesn't have anything to do with it being a Thursday? When will the maths tutor visit?'
"It's Thursday? Ohh I didn't realise” he yawns
"And nothing to do with that maths test you have to take this week?"
"Ohh no, I'd forgotten all about that," he says before coughing again "You don't believe me do you?"
"There's a lot of reasons for you to fake it, Simon"
"Don't you trust me?" I didn't even answer, I just looked at him "Fair enough. But really I am sick, y/n" he pouts
"Don't get all grumpy just because I'm questioning you, you have a track record for these types of things Simon. You're the boy who cried tummy ache" I laughed "You can't blame me for being suspicious especially when it's over a day when something you don't like is happening"
"Don't you love me buttercup? Don't you trust that I wouldn't lie to my lovely girlfriend?" He asks
"That's not helping you seem less suspicious Simon. And you know if you pull a good enough performance being sick in front of your stepmother she'll come and tell me how sick you are and I'll come up to take care of you all day"
"It's a perk of being sick" he smiled
"But you really are sick?"
"I'm really sick"
"Alright then, I guess that means no lunch for you?"
"No no, I definitely couldn't eat anything"
"No jelly and ice cream till you're better?"
"That seems like the best plan buttercup"
"And we'll have to make sure the tutor knows your lesson is cancelled"
"If you think that's best"
"And nothing but healthy fruit and stew"
"If you're sure"
"And no cuddles till you're all better?"
"... but Buttercup"
"No, if you're too sick for work you're too sick for cuddles"
"But … cuddles make me feel better"
"Well we can't risk me getting sick, can we? So no cuddles till you're all better. Unless you're not really sick?"
"...I suppose that makes sense." He sighed
"And no kisses either"
"No kisses"
"No, I have to make dinner for the whole house including your stepmother who is pregnant. I can't get sick I'll give it to everyone"
"...fine" he pouted
"And no overnights"
"What!" He jumped "B-b-but but buttercup-"
"No. If you’re that sick we can't have any overnight stays"
"Well… I don't think I'm that sick-"
"Ohh?"
"I mean I'm sick but it's not that bad really, but if that's what's best as I'm so sick"
"Ummm… shame if you were well we could cuddle and have kisses and I'd be able to stay over tonight, and you've been working so hard lately I'd have to give you a nice reward" I suggested
And he looked like a desperate puppy begging for a scrap of food "Really?"
"Of course, but we can't. Not if your sick Simon" I told him tucking him in a little more "Aww and it was my turn to be on top wasn't it, oh well it'll just have to wait till you’re all better" I smiled
And he looked so desperate he could cry "Now you're just being mean to me. I'm sick you're meant to be nice and take care of me"
"I am taking care of you I'm making sure you don't overstrain yourself, Simon"
"But buttercup, you know how much I've been… looking forward to it. And who knows it might really help me feel better?"
"It could? But I bet my poor sick boy would prefer something else to make him feel better" I smirked moving my hand under his blankets meeting his already half-hard erection and immediately his hips worked into me shifting to make it easier for me to take him in hand
"Ummmmm… yes" he gasps leaning his head against the headboard suspiciously the gravel in his voice suddenly disappeared but quickly returned "That uhh that would make me feel better"
"I'm sure, wouldn't that be nice?" I asked stroking him just how he liked
"Uuhhh! Ummm hummm that would be nice buttercup" he smirked grinding against my hand I happily worked for a while letting him enjoy himself getting him close so much so he was badly grinding against my hand and rolling his head against his headboard, gasps and groans falling from his lips and his hand grabbing the sheets in reaction to his pleasure
"Are you feeling a little better Simon?'
"Yes! Oh god yes! Buttercup…please as I'm sick?" He begs
"I don't know if you have a tummy ache. Should we really stress you too much?" I smirked slowing my hand
"No no! I'll be okay, it's fine!" He complained desperate for me to continue
"But I don't want to make you feel any worse Simon. Of course, if you weren't sick I'd have just given you your special kisses" I suggested and -
"I'm not sick! I'm not sick! I'm fine! Please buttercup!" He begs the act completely gone as he pleaded
"But you're sick?"
"I'm fine! I'm all better!"
"You can't have gotten all better so quickly?"
"I wasn't really sick! I was faking, please buttercup, please! You know I love your special kisses"
"Simon!"
"Ohh no… I'm in trouble aren't I?"
"You’re in big trouble for lying to me. Now get out of bed. Get dressed and go do your chores."
"Yes y/n" he sighed getting out of bed and getting dressed
"And if you're good and do well on your test you can have special kisses tonight alright?"
"You promise?"
"I promise"
"Alright"
"Good," I smiled kissing him before I headed out with him in tow kicking him off to do his chores as I headed back to the kitchen where Evangeline still sat with more toast
"How is he?"
"Well what do you know he's found the energy to get up and get his chores done" I smiled as I started on lunch
"Hummm magical that. You must have some witchcraft-like power of making him feel better" she says
"Something like that" I chuckled
#thomas#thomas brodie sangster#thomas sangster#thomas sangster imagine#thomasbrodiesangtser#thomasbrodiesangster#thomassangster#thomassmut#thomassangtser#thomas sangster smut#thomas sangser imagine#thomas sangster x reader#simonbrown#simon#Simon Brown
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Opinion: I really liked the Danbury/Ledger storyline. Here’s why.
Apologies in advance for this long take.
First, let me say that I don’t think I’ve ever felt more morally conflicted than I have while watching a pairing engaging in an affair. Actually, the first time I watched, I was cringing as they started growing closer and would point at the tv and say “Stop. It.” every time they came on.
But then I went back and watched their scenes again, and things changed a bit for me. And while I’m certainly not trying to justify an extramarital affair, I do feel like I now understand and even sympathize with them more than I thought I would have.
I suppose this whole situation just reminds me of how different their world truly was back then, where women were treated as property and the only things that really mattered were achieving/maintaining wealth and status. Lady Danbury was, by definition, a slave to her husband. I couldn’t even begin to imagine what that must’ve been like. She was probably married by 18—a young, beautiful woman with what could’ve been a full life ahead of her, forced to marry a man many decades her senior, who used and abused her whenever he pleased, with no true regard for her thoughts or feelings.
And Lord Ledger, while having so many more freedoms as a man, still clearly felt trapped in a marriage he was likely coerced into as well. (I will add that I truly resented the fact that they made Lady Ledger an unlikable person seemingly to justify the affair in a way—it doesn’t. But, since this was the material we were given, I’m still going to entertain it.) Ledger and his wife were obviously indifferent toward one another—they may have even loathed each other. In fact, as we learn more about him, his sense of humor and love for his daughter were the only things it seemed truly kept him going in life. But then he meets Agatha, and things begin to change.
*Side note: I feel like it’s worth mentioning that I believe they chose to change Danbury’s storyline from s2 Bridgerton significantly for QC, because Danbury’s conversation with Kate made it seem to me as though she’d actually somewhat cared for or even loved her husband. This is why her words don’t exactly seem consistent from s2 Bridgerton to QC if it is true that Danbury was referring to Ledger this whole time.
You may disagree with me completely, but I do feel like Danbury and Ledger truly did love each other, even if their relationship was brief. Now, the kind of love they felt may have been different than how we know it to be today, but for what little they truly knew about the concept of romantic love, they certainly experienced it in some way. Not only did Danbury keep the birthday hat he made for her, she even had her staff take her out to the fields in the middle of winter just to stand there and stare at their old meetup spot—and this had been 50 years on.
I personally buy that Danbury fell in love with Ledger for multiple reasons, the main one being that he was the first man to genuinely treat her with dignity and respect—the first man to truly take the time to listen to her, to take her thoughts and feelings into account and appreciate her for who she was. Ledger, at the same time, probably never experienced a friendship like this with a woman—one where he could actually say what he felt without fear of being judged. And for these reasons, I am glad that they found this friendship in each other.
But then, add in the fact that they were actually attracted to one another, and things were bound to change. When Agatha laments how all she has to live for now is mourning, embroidery, and tea with other widows, Ledger seems struck with the urge to ensure she knows that he is there for her, and that he cares—and cares deeply. At this point in her life, Agatha doesn’t seem to give much regard to the sanctity of marriage (and who can blame her?) so it’s no surprise that she’s the one who feels little to no guilt whenever they almost kiss and is disappointed when it doesn’t happen. Ledger, meanwhile, knows that what he almost did is wrong, and abruptly leaves.
The thing is, they clearly should’ve left it at that. Once they knew it would be so easy to cross this line together, they knew things could never be the same. Danbury, again, really didn’t seem to care—all she knew was that, for the first time in her life, she was actually, truly happy. But even then, she didn’t attempt to force herself on him. Ledger should’ve been the one to stop it, but instead, he deliberately made the choice to make the birthday hat and deliver it to her house when (miraculously) no one else was home, and then, as we know, things progressed from there.
I really am glad for them both that they finally got to experience what sexual joy truly felt like, but it unfortunately came at a cost. Ledger realized the error of his ways, and even though he still loved Agatha, he chose to do what was best for his daughter and what he thought was best for Agatha. And poor Agatha, despite being a bit heartbroken, understood and accepted it.
The truly heartbreaking thing about all of this to me is that their love for each other was pure, but their circumstances and the resulting decisions they made were not. Maybe in another time, in another life, they could’ve been happy together. Sadly, though, this relationship was always going to fail before it could really even get off the ground.
Yet still, in all the time that passed, Danbury never once seemed to regret it. Do I wish she'd fallen in love with someone actually available? Absolutely, but that just wasn't the way it happened, at least not with her first love. I do hope that, after all this time, Ledger wasn’t the only one—she deserved to know what it felt like to be loved by someone who could love her that way. If it never happened for her, though, and Ledger really was the only one, maybe that’s actually alright? If that one experience was enough to sustain her and help her to continue to find peace and happiness all these years later, then maybe it was enough.
For all of these reasons, this is why I found their storyline to be intriguing and fairly thought-provoking. Again, you may fervently disagree, and you could be absolutely right, but I just wanted to share my two cents on how I felt about it. Props to you if you made it all the way through this.
TLDR: Their affair was wrong. Their love was not.
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So. I just watched the school for good and evil movie. As someone who has been a fan of the book series for nearly ten years, here are my thoughts on it:
Pros:
Agatha and Sophie have great chemistry, as do Agatha and Tedros. Sophie and Tedros... Don't! Which is also good!
Lady lesso and Dovey are amazing. 10/10 casting
I actually liked most of the changes to the plot. The second book was never my favorite so I'm sort of glad they skipped over it and completely omitted the Sophie/Tedros. In the movie it's clear Sophie was never really into him besides the idea of him as a prince.
In the same vein, I liked how they changed Rafal. I never liked him very much as a character and making him a whole ass creepy adult instead of a blonde twilight-esque immortal teen was for the better.
The soundtrack and costuming was so campy. I love it. Got Jumpscared by the Eurovision song at the end though
Hort was perfect in every way. He's such a loser I want to study him under a microscope
Cons:
Really could have used more world building. I get it, it's a movie and there's only so much things you can fit into two and a half hours (in fact I'm a bit impressed they fit as much as they did in) but a lot of the charm of the books is from the world outside of the school and the magic system! It's what separates it from stuff like ever after high or Disney's descendants.
The actress they cast for Agatha, while perfect for the role in every other way, was simply not ugly. She could not sell me on her otherness. Visually she fit right in with all the other princesses at the good school.
While I loved a lot about Lesso and Dovey, I don't like that their friendship was removed. They're my Baby's First Lesbian Ship and I love their dynamic in the books, which the movie didn't even try to match.
If I'm remembering the books correctly, it seems like they gave Agatha's mom's backstory to Lesso instead. Bit of an odd choice, but it gives me hope for the retconning of the sisters thing. Speaking of...
The sisters thing
Yes, they're sisters in the books. Disappointing, I know. I've been reading posts of people experiencing what I like to call "sister reveal syndrome" all day.
I've seen a lot of people complain about the movie being queerbaiting. I totally understand where they're coming from. The movie didn't delve into the whole romance vs friendship plotline that the books had, which makes the true love's kiss at the end really seem like it was meant to be romantic.
In the books, one of the biggest themes is that platonic or familial love is just as important, if not more so, than romantic love. My personal feelings about it aside, the kiss at the end of the book made sense and was clearly not intended as romantic. The movie just didn't hit the same mark so it's completely understandable that people would be disappointed in Agatha and Sophie's relationship.
But like I mentioned earlier, it really does seem like the movies are planning on retconning the sisters plotline. Due to the casting Agatha doesn't look a lot like Sophie's dad or her mom (unless when Sophie's mom turned herself prettier for stephen she also... No, they wouldn't.) And they implied Lesso fills the role Agatha's mom is meant to. And no mention was made of Galvadon being related to the fairy tale world in any way.
Overall, I did enjoy the movie a lot. It isn't like the books, but I don't think that's a bad thing.
#the school for good and evil#tsfgae#sophie of woods beyond#agatha of woods beyond#sge tedros#sge#the school for good and evil movie spoilers#sge movie#sge movie spoilers
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Stepping into the title role of Queen Charlotte — originated by the inimitable Golda Rosheuvel — would be a massive challenge for any actor. But India Amarteifio (Doctor Who, Sex Education), who plays the young queen in the new Bridgerton prequel spinoff, was a perfect fit for the role. “India Amarteifio is just brilliant,” says series director Tom Verica. “She provides the canvas for someone who’s going to learn the rules and the ways of this world very quickly and use that to her advantage.”
Queen Charlotte: A Bridgerton Story turns the clock back to the iconic queen’s early years in London, beginning with her arranged marriage to King George (Corey Mylchreest). “What’s really exciting about this show is finding how to bridge the character that we know, the boldness of who she is, with how young Charlotte learns to breathe and grow into the power that she now possesses,” says Verica. “I had big shoes to fill,” adds Amarteifio, “Not only as young Charlotte, because Golda has created an iconic role, but just entering the [series’] sphere itself.”
Like the new actor entering the exciting world of Bridgerton, Queen Charlotte: A Bridgerton Story finds the young Charlotte making her entrée into an unfamiliar London society and finding mentors and lifelong friends in the young, and newly titled, Lady Agatha Danbury (Arsema Thomas) and a young Brimsley (Sam Clemmett), always following five footsteps behind. “He is more than her right hand, he is her stability, her guidance,” says Amarteifio of the queen’s relationship with her ever-present servant. “Brimsley is the only person in Charlotte’s life who is stable, gives her a voice of reason, and is someone to come home to, really.”
While charting their pasts, the new series also continues Bridgerton characters’ Regency-era stories with Golda Rosheuvel’s Queen Charlotte trying to figure out how to marry off just one of her many children to produce a legitimate heir, with the support of Lady Danbury (Adjoa Andoh) and Lady Violet Bridgerton (Ruth Gemmell). “Thinking about dynasty and hierarchy and the next generation takes us into thinking about how these relationships were formed, how they last, the ups and downs of these relationships,” explains Andoh.
As Queen Charlotte: A Bridgerton Story producer Betsy Beers puts it, the new series is, “absolutely classic Shonda Rhimes because it is this beautifully precise and very unique combination of humor, pain, conflict, elegance, excitement — all in the face of events that seem to be unmanageable and insurmountable.” And Rosheuvel issues a challenge to Bridgerton fans, “The universe just kind of cycles and swirls within itself, so it would be really interesting to see whether the fans notice little nuances and Easter eggs that we’ve put in both productions.”
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The life they gave away | FemOC Hightower x Harwin Strong,
summary: when will they can do it again?
a/n: English is not my first language so expect for grammatical and typographical erros (I'm not joking srsly my english is not great).
warnings: angst love, age gap, arrange marriage? (not really sure if I can call it like that)
Being the oldest daughter of the King's Hand is very exhausting at a young age she has to learn how to be a "decent" girl, she always read books, learns new things, study history, and everything because that's what her father wants.
"Agatha" she looked at the girl who called her, her younger sister Alicent.
"The carriage is already here, Father want our presence in the Keep" she explained again as they ride the said carriage.
When they arrive at the castle Alicent was immidiately drifted away from her she said she's gonna look for her bestfriend Rhaenyra, the princess of the realm. She walked around the castle being here always when she was a little girl she already knew the route around the castle.
She walked inside the kitchen and saw a lot of servants there preparing some foods, her eyes scanned the room and looked for someone she knew here, Romilda the oldest cooker here.
"Romilda? what's with all the food?" she asked while giving her the book she asked for.
"Oh it's for the knights Lady Hightower, the Queen Aemma said that we should give them snacks for today it was an urgent order so were being quick" she said and go back to work.
"I will help" she said and started to do works some servants protest but she still insisted, she have nothing to do here her father is still in a meeting, and her sister is with the princess, so instead of just roaming around why don't she help them?
She baked breads and cookies she used her late mother's recipe that she thought her before, she gave Romilda one of it to taste test.
"Agatha this is delicious" the old lady compliment making her smile reach to her eyes, she was flattered as the other maids tried it and they all agreed.
"Thank you, it's my mother's own recipe" she said and started to bake more.
She wiped the sweats forming in her forehead, she loves baking but god she didn't expect this amount of bread to be baked but she can't complain she asked Romilda of how many possible bread she have to bake and she happily agreed when the lady said a specific amount. After baking all of it she put it all in a big container.
"I'll come with you, please" she begged.
"Ask your father first Lady we can't let you out the castle without his permission" Lucinda nodded and run fast until she reached the council meeting room.
"I would like to talk to my father please" she said to the knight that was guarding the door, the knight nod and opened the door letting her in.
All eyes turned to her as she entered the room and whispered to her father.
"Father I will help the servants to give foods for the knights in City Watch, please let me come with them" she pleaded. Otto gave her a familiar look when his answer is a no, she nod in defeat and was about to leave.
"Let her Otto so she can also see the City, you're daughter is no kid anymore" She heard the King said.
"She's still a young girl, your grace but if that's the king's order I will allow it, you can go" Agatha smiled widely and muttered a thank you to the King.
She was smiling from ear to ear, and walked back to the kitchen she told Romilda that her father already allowed her and the lady happily guide her to her carriage, Agatha also insisted to bring breads with her in the carriage.
Her ride was quiet but deep inside she was so excited after eighteen years she can finally see the City she grew up on. But sadly she can't explore it, after minutes she heard a knock in her carriage it was Romilda, they have arrived at the City and where the knights took there rest for some minutes. She helped them put the foods on the table that was served she can see some of faces are shock probably some didn't recognized her or some are surprise to see her.
She roamed her eyes around and it was settled to a big tall man he was talking to someone, she scanned him he's wearing a knight armor and a sword on his right side, he looked so scary like someone who you wouldn't want to mess with.
On the other hand Harwin was talking with his brother gathering information about the daughter of the King's Hand.
"Fuck off Harwin" Larys said completely annoyed because of his brother.
"Come on brother, I just want to know her"
"Does it look like I have talked to her? Also if you want to know her go talk to her but I will warn you, Otto is not an easy guy brother" Larys reminded him, he only rolled his eyes.
He's not scared to approach her he just don't want to scare her off.
He looked for her and saw her talking to Romilda a cooker from the Keep she was also helping her with the foods, she took the container from the old lady and happily brought it on the table, everyone ate and laugh and saying thank you to the servants, she looked at Agatha and saw her looking at the baked breads and cookies, she kept looking at it and back to the people.
Agatha was nervous, why does no one was eating her breads and cookies? she continues peeling the skin of her fingers, she turned around and stayed inside her carriage she decided to just stay there until they go back.
A hard knocked startled her inside, she opened it and saw Romilda narrowing her eyes at her.
"What are you doing here? The people are looking for you!" Romilda scolded.
"They do?"
"Of course they said that your pastries are delicious" Agatha jumped out off the carriage like an excited kid and fixed herself before walking to the people waiting for her, everyone complimented her.
"This is great my lady!"
"Truly one of the best cookies I ever had"
"I could eat this all day and still ask for it"
And a lot more compliments, she felt appreciated and welcomed, her father told her baking is a waste of time but she didn't believed it and continue doing it because to her baking and the cookies she made is a memory of her late mother to her.
"Thank you, I'm happy that all of you liked it" she said and smile.
She see some knights inviting other people to eat with them always offering her pastries to them,
"Now I need to know what's the recipe behind this amazing cookies" she slightly jumped when she heard a voice behind her, it was the knight she saw earlier.
"Oh! it's my mother's recipe, Ser?" she trailed waiting for the familiar guy to answer her,
"Harwin"
"Ser Harwin, I learned it from her" she added, Harwin can't help but to admire her smile, eyes, her entire face actually.
"I'm Agatha by the way" she introduced herself trying to be friends with the knight.
"I do think a lot knew you, you're father is the King's Hand" he said and took another bite on the cookies he was holding, her cookies was really great that's why he immidietly told everyone to give it a bite.
Agatha just smiled at him and turned around helping the servants again.
"I would stay away if I were you, Otto will surely wed her to some high Lords" He glared at his bitter brother beside him.
His eyes followed her as the girl entered the carriage.
"If she looked back means were gonna meet again" he thought to himself.
And she did looked back.
She smiled sweetly at him and waved a goodbye, Harwin did the same he waved back like a kid to her, she is an amazing woman.
Harwin watched her climb up to her carriage and wide smile was plastered on his face he can see the disgusted look his younger brother's throwing at her but he didn't care.
The god must really love him because they make his dream come true, it was night when he decided to visit and hunt some wild animals in the forest, he was eyeing for that white horse but it ran away he go after it but it lost in his vision.
"Fuck" he muttered to himself, he panicked when he heard some twigs rumbling sounds like he has an accompany.
He followed the source of the sound and suddenly it stopped.
Agatha was walking around the forest to gather some fresh air but she felt like someone is following her, getting alerted she hid from the big tree and wore her hood there she saw a man coming out from the dark, she took her dagger and tackled the man.
She pushed the guy to the ground before pointing the dagger in his throat.
"Who are you and why are you following me?" she asked, she can't clearly see the man beneath him cause other hood was too big for her head.
"Lady I'm sorry to-" she realized who's the voice from and instantly took off her hood both person was shock.
"Harwin?"
"Lady Hightower?" they both said at the same time.
She moved away from him realizing how awkward there position was, she fixed the dress under the long hood and Harwin also did the same, shame covered her whole body and just walked away.
Harwin followed her until her reached at the very end of forest, it was a cliff Agatha sat there making her legs swing.
"It's dangerous for you to be out here" Harwin said sitting beside her.
"I just want some fresh air you know, it's been a rough day" she smiled her eyes was glistening from the tears that's forming on the side of her eyes.
"You know people say I'm a great listener" he jested and acted fake proud about it, she laughed at him.
"Why? Has anybody already open up to you Ser? or it's a different thing that you're hearing?" she joked back she tilted her head to the side, teasing him.
"You'll never know" he answered and they both laughed together, her eyes disappear everytime she laughs which is an odd thing because her eyes aren't that small.
When their laughs faded the lady sighs.
"My father, he wants me to go in the North and wants me to be a nun which is I don't understand! He wants Alicent to be wed to some high lord but for me he want me to be a fucking nun? it's not like I hate them but I don't want to be a nun! Sevens my father is so weird, when I told him I don't want to and that I want to get wed and be a Queen or a high born wife he laughed at me" her strong features soften as she remember the words her father gave her.
"He said I'm not pretty enough for a lord to marry me or asked my hand in marriage, he said I'm not pretty as my mother nor my sister...." she said almost turning into a whisper.
"What the fuck is wrong with her father?" Harwin thought, every knight was literally drowned to her beauty when she arrived at the City he have to threaten some of them to not make a move to her so he can have her for himself only.
"I really wanted to be a Queen someday you know, I want people to look up to me, respect me I know it sound silly but still...I also want to help them, the people.... " He adored her reasons but Harwin lost his hope in her words, being a Queen is something he can never give to her, he's a heir but not a King.
"It's no silly even I want to be a King though it's impossible but who gives care? we dream what we want" he tried to cheer her gladly it worked the girl beamed at him.
Harwin and Lady Agatha shared a lot of bonds the next few days, they shared a lot of information about themselves and Harwin couldn't be any happier finally Agatha knew and acknowledge him, he knew a lot of things about her, she loves baking, reading, and painting she also has a great voice.
Meanwhile, Agatha is also happy about the accompany the knight is giving her, she loves how carefree Harwin is something she could never be, the knight awakens something inside her that she never recognized but whenever she's with him she somewhat felt happy.
The love between them grows as time goes by and they're not the only person who took a notice about it.
"So you and Ser Harwin?" Alicent teased her, they're in their assigned room and prepare to rest but her little sister had invite her in her chamber.
"What about him?" she asked while turning the pages the book she's gonna read for her, her focus was interrupted when the door of her sister's chamber opened and revealed the princess; Agatha stood up and bow her head for respect.
"No, there's no need" Rhaenyra chuckled and held her shoulders slowly pushing her down to sit again, and then the two young girls started poking her.
"You never told me there's something between you and Breakbones, hmm" Rhaenyra teased and poked the sides of her waist and Alicent did the same.
"There's no something between us Rhaenyra" Agatha said not looking at them but just at her books as soon as the playful smile appeared in her lips the two other girls squealed and giggled loudly, she panicked a bit and sign them to stop.
"Do not make any loud sounds we might wake up the whole Keep" she reprimanded the two.
But even herself she can't help but to feel her inside from thrilling, Harwin was truly handsome but it's not only his looks that made her like him, despite from her nickname he was a gentleman and seems like the perfect type of a man who will submit to her, to his lover. The idea of a man being dedicated to her makes her inside beam.
"Both of you should rest, Queen Aemma wouldn't want to know that the princess is late for her bed" She reminded them, and leave the room
She was walking through the empty halls to her chamber when a hand grabbed her arms and dragged her somewhere, she looked up to see Harwin wearing his city watch uniform.
"Where are we going?" she asked.
Harwin didn't answer until they reached outside the castle Harwin pushed a mystery door and it revealed them somewhere near the lake.
"Can you walk more?" Harwin asked her with a wide smile in his face, before she can even answer she heard Harwin whispered something under his breath before carrying her in a bridal style.
"Ah- I can walk Harwin" she raise her voice, the knight just chuckled he continue to walk until they reach at the top of a mountain, star was visible in the sky and the moon is full and bright..
Agatha was astonish of the scenery in front of her, she slowly sat on the grass she didn't mind if it will stain her dress, she looked around and saw Harwin looking up and admiring the beautiful sky too.
He looked so fucking beautiful the stars reflecting in his deep blue eyes is ideal, his long curly hair in a half bun, his strong posture everything about him is flawless, that's where she realized she have fallen in love with him, Ser Harwin "Breakbones" Strong, the strongest knight in the Seven Kingdoms, the man she dreamed of.
"Harwin" she called him, he turned his head to her and walked closer to her he stopped few feet away from her but Agatha walked closer, closing the large distance between them.
"Thank you" she said and smile and small tear forming in the side of her eye, only now did she feel that she was important to someone, that someone see her, know her truly.
"You deserve more than this to be truthful" Harwin tried to kiss her forehead but Agatha grip her collar and sealed her lips to him, she can feel how Harwin froze, she caress his hair to calm him.
And there under the moon, not only the gods but so are the stars and the moon itself witnessed their love for each other.
"Someday, if the right time comes I'm gonna marry you and make you mine" Harwin whispered between their passionate kiss.
"I'm already yours" she answered.
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Day passed Agatha was happy with Harwin but they need to keep their love between the two of them I mean that WAS their plan only if the princess and her sister aren't that so smart.
"I never expected the both of you to be together!" Agatha hushed the loud princess.
"Princess Rhaenyra, Lady Alicent promise me you will keep this personal, me and Agatha still need time" Harwin explained, the two girls nodded understanding him.
Rhaenyra stood up as soon as her personal shield, Ser Criston Cole called her the knight said that her father is asking for her audience.
They all watched as the young princess walked out of the garden, Agatha insisted on going with her since she will also have to talked with her father.
Harwin and Alicent was left at the garden the girl coughed to gain Harwin's attention, when he looked at her she exhales and spoke
"Ser Harwin I trust you with my sister please make her happy" she said with a smile but the smile was something else like she's...... sad?
"You're sister makes me the happiest man on the whole Realm and I only intend to give back what she deserves" Alicent was amused by his words Ser Harwin truly is one of a kind man, no wonder her older sister fell for him, Alicent know that her sister will need Harwin, one day she will have to left Agatha and do a duty her father want.
Alicent can't help the tear that escaped her eyes, she instantly looked away while wiping the tears off her.
"Lady? Are you alright? did I say something wrong" Harwin grew worried but she just shook her head.
"No no I'm just happy for my sister" it was a half lie, that's not the reason why she's crying but she was happy for her sister.
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Agatha was walking back to her chamber not planning to go back at the garden to meet her lover and sister, she immediately closed her door and locked it.
She didn't mean to eavesdrop the small meeting between the King, her Father and the Princess, the Queen is now dead, she's been dead for three days but the King didn't have the courage to tell the people and her daughter, she died from a childbirth..
She was worried for Rhaenyra but also sad because the Queen has been a great mother figure to both her and Alicent, she heard a soft knock in her and opened it, it was the young princess Rhaenyra, the girl immediately hugged her tightly and breakdown to her.
"Mother's dead...." she whispered, her cries are followed with Alicent's footstep as soon as she saw Rhaenyra crying she already know that she have heard the sad news.
Alicent wrapped her arms to hug her bestfriend, they both entered her room and comforted the grieving princess, after couple of hourd passed Alicent called by their father she excused herself to both of them before leaving.
"How are you feeling?" Agatha asked as she stroke the white hair of the princess, she sat up and wipe her tears.
"I am not okay but both of you are here so it's more great you two bring so much comfort in me..... especially Alicent" the last word almost sound a whisper but didn't go unnoticed by the Lady, she was no blind and it's clear as sky the little romance that her sister and the princess is having, from leaving and entering their chambers together with smile and loving stares at each other, from always looking out for each other, the hugs, small hands gestures, teasing small kisses, it all connected to the older Hightower, they were inlove with each other romantically.
"She's special to me.., Alicent" Rhaenyra said and grabbed her hand squeezing it.
"I can't help but to fall for her, she made me feel valid, and loved though my father never failed to show love to me but hers is different, Alicent- she's...... she's everything to me" the princess added, Agatha can almost see how her pupils gets bigger while confessing her love for her sister, and slowly a loving smile formed on the princess' lips.
"I am inlove with Alicent...and she feel the same way we've been hiding our relationship for almost a month" she confessed.
Agatha knew from the start, just as she said she's not blind nor stupid or maybe the two young girls are just too obvious.
"You both deserve each other and I am happy for both of you and I will do everything I can to protect you both, it just saddens me that I have to hear it from you and not from my own sister" she faked sad and dramatically held her chest like it's hurting, Rhaenyra laughed and softly smacked her arm.
Agatha was happy that these young girls have found themselves and their happiness.
But women aren't free to love who they want in a society that's lead by men....
//
"No I can't do that!" Alicent shouted to their father as she reject him.
The King's Hand, your father Otto Hightower have always lust for a higher position, even his current position now didn't satisfy him and the only position who's higher than his is the King.
So when he realized he can't have it perhaps one of his future grandsire can, that's when he called for a family meeting in their tower.
"You do must I say! I am your father-"
Alicent and Otto are fighting in front of her, she just her father as he offer your younger sister to "comfort" the sad King til it leads to something but of course her sister rejected him, she can't do that to the princess, her secret lover.
"I can't do it father I can't!" and that's where Otto grow tired convincing her sister and turned to her.
She is his last chance....
Otto didn't want her to be the Queen he always saw her as unworthy because of her weak attitude but truly her father never knew her and her desires for the high title, her plans for the Kingdom, everything.
And she's not going to lie, her father's plan will lead her to somewhere and if lucky she can be the next Queen which she always dreamed of, she knew how much she wants to be the Queen and now the opportunity is in front of her, she have choices.
First she can reject his father and her father would let him, let's say Otto kind of favors her more than Alicent when it comes to this decision weird yes but what can she do? and then her younger sister is forced to do what their father wish, second, accept it.
And she choose the one she would benefit, the second one.
With that she can be the Queen and she can protect Alicent and Rhaenyra she will make sure that they will have a happy life while their young and she can help the people who need needs help.
The kids in Flea Bottom, families there and women who endured all kind of abuse just to survive their daily lives......she wants to help them and to make it come true she have to be the Queen first...
"I'll do it but in one condition" she said.
Alicent looked at her older sister and shook her head trying to say that she doesn't have to do this but Agatha already decided, she will do this one way or another.
Otto let her do what she wants she said that she would make the King marry her but not by bedding him, she would never stoop that low. She will go to the King's bed and comforted him give him sweet words saying how brave he is.
She knew the King, she knew how vulnerable and sensitive he is, she knew what the right words to use for him to like her, she will made him feel valid, understood, and more.
//
"You're greater than you think My King" Agatha said and rub his back, he just got into an argument with his brother again and Daemon insulted him for how weak he is as a King.
"A great father and a King the people couldn't ask for more do you hear me?" she caressed both side of his face and make him look at her.
Viserys is a great man she would not deny it but he is weak to be a King he's soft heart, his lack of strategies on everything, and vulnerability is his weaknesses.
"How can you still see me like that?" Viserys asked.
She was lost in his eyes not because it was beautiful but because she can almost see Harwin's eyes on his, she was lost and her mind completely went to him.
To her love....
But she didn't let that mess this up, she smiled sweetly at him "Because that who you are and you deserve all the love a person can give you..." she said.
She hoped her words brought comfort to him because she really want to comfort the sad King but she also wished it worked on him.
And it did.
Later Viserys talked with her father and asked for her hand in marriage of course her father agreed instantly.
The news was delivered to her by her sister Alicent she smiled to her, Agatha turned around at her as the tears starts pooling to her eyes.
This is what she wants right? to be the Queen? then why the fuck she is crying?
Well maybe because of the fact that she just realized that she will have to leave Harwin, even though her marriage with the King is pure political Agatha wants to be a dutiful and faithful wife.
"Sister I'm sorry...." Alicent hugged her from behind.
"I have to talk to him"
"Can I ask you something Agatha?" She looked at her young sister and nod "If you love him then why are you doing this? You could just say no to our father and you know well he will be okay with it and force me to marry him instead but you didn't"
Those questions was repeated to her now, but now it was the love of her life who's asking.
"Why did you offer yourself if you can just say no?" was the exact words that leave his mouth.
She wanted to protect Alicent and Rhaenyra is one of her reason but she have a specific reason why did that.
She also wanted to be a Queen....
It's was her dream, it's what her heart wants, she loves Harwin so much other than everyone but he's no King, it sounds selfish yes but being in her situation where men decides for your fate is exhausting, with this marriage she can get away from her father's order and she can even help women in the realm.
She want to rule, to have power, for people look up to her, for people to listen to her. She wanted all of that and Harwin can't give that to her.
///
"I need this Harwin you know that" she said and pulled his hand to place it on her cheeks.
The soon the news reached his ears he immediately went to her and they both went at the top of the mountain where he brought her. Where Agatha first felt the love that Harwin have for her.
Of course Harwin understands her, he knew how much she wanted this what she would trade to be the Queen, he just didn't expect that this day would really come.
"I will always wait for you" Harwin reminded him, his eyes starts to water but the strong wind wipe it away.
"Don't.... please....you have nothing to wait from me I'm never coming back to you"
"Why? I can be your mistress if you want, please there's always a way Agatha" Harwin begged and cupped both side of her cheeks.
"I love you Harwin please know that"
"Then why are you doing this to me?"
"Want is different from need, I need you but I want to be the Queen and I chose to where I can do something"
The silence covered them, her hands on his shoulder while his in on the both side of her cheeks. Harwin was staring at her, her eyes that's covered with teard and sadness, her lips that has a small comforting smile.
He love you and he will understand every decision you make, he wants you to be happy even if it means that you have to leave him.
"I do not deserve your love..." her chuckle turned into a sob as she stood up and starts to walked away.
It's the truth she didn't deserve his love, he will give up anything for her but she won't do the same, their like an asymptote line,no matter how closer they get fate will always find away to separate them.
While Agatha thinking she doesn't deserve his love nor anyone's love Harwin didn't think the same instead he thought that maybe if he showed her his love for her then maybe it will be enough for her to stay.
For her to choose him...
"You deserve everything Agatha you have give every part of yourself to everyone, you also deserve for someone to give you a part of themselves and I'm willing and will always be willing to be that person" Harwin said and kissed her forehead.
That was the most saddest form of touch they both felt.
No matter what decision Agatha will make Harwin will always love her, with or without something to return.
"I really want to think it that way but I just can't....I't doesn't feel right maybe because some people just really don't deserve to be happy like genuinely happy and unfortunately I am one of them" The day she and Harwin became together she thought she can finally have a genuine and happy life because after years finally someone loved her, a love without needing to return for it, a love without needing to give back but maybe all of that was just a thought.
Maybe the gods forbid her for being happy if is so what did she do to deserve a such thing? why does she have to crave for power and not love?
"I'm sorry.... really I am, I want to come back but I can't anymore I wanted this Harwin I want you to know that there's no one to blame on this not my father, Alicent or even my betrothed" she added.
Her betrothed...
Harwin thought that words will be refered to him someday, "Agatha's betrothed".
"Did you regret meeting me?" Agatha asked suddenly. She wanted to know, did he? after this would he tell himself that maybe of both of you didn't crossed path this wouldn't happen?.
"No, and if in different times this would happen again I would still always choose to cross my path with you because I love you, I love everything about you, your kind souls, eyes, smiles, lips, words, I love your decision whether it's right or wrong I love you Agatha so no I never regretted every single thing we had" With his words Agatha broke down.
She hurt him and what's worst is she can't do anything to mend his pain.
She can't say anything other than sorry because that's all what she can do right now, to apologize to him.
"In different time I am begging my love, next time if we ever cross our paths again choose me..." Harwin softly said and hugged her.
He was now crying cause he knew after this everything they have will be thrown away and forgotten, he will go back as a knight and her will be his Queen.
"I will my love, I will" she only answer they both stayed in their place afraid that if they pulled away no one in between them will know when they can do this again
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I feel like Rory judges people a lot by how they treat his relationship with Vernes. Of course this starts by stating the obvious: Do NOT, I respect, DO.NOT. Make fun of him for it or try to take his plush away from him. Psychoanalysing him also doesn’t turn out to well if you try to question him about it. Trying to play into the fantasy is fifty / fifty for lots of reasons, he doesn’t really appreciate it if you start to baby the thing he essentially sees as his confidant and coworker. He is aware that Vernes is just a plush toy and he also is aware that other people don’t perceive him like he does, so treating him like one would a baby doll feels patronizing to him (Also Vernes is not a baby don’t go „Does Mistuh Wabbit want a nappy nap?“ at him. Don’t insult his intelligence). However he appreciates it when people care for Vernes in a way that goes beyond „Stick him in a box to keep him from harm“. If someone makes an effort to do little things like set him near the port window so he can look out the window while Rory is away, or if you come back from an island with a little raincoat that is usually made for dolls because „You mentioned that you didn’t want to take Vernes out to the deck the last week because it was raining on and off , would this help?“ he actually appreciates it. Shows him you see his „delusion“ not as a thing to be fixed or to be entertained but as something that’s inherently a part of him.
I feel like his siblings and parents get it the most in the beginning and thusly sometimes get away with things other people would get a laughgas bomb for. „Praytell Skye, why did you dress up my coworker like a smarmy little prince for your tea party? And choose your answer wisely.“ „ It’s not a tea party. It’s a murder Mystery and detective Vernes is on the case. They found lady Bellum dead in the bathtub.“ „…. Any leads?“ „The biggest subject is the governess herself at the moment, because the lady threatened to expose her affair with the maid to her husband.“ Leans in conspicuously. „Doesn’t help that they are gonna find the Governess dead in the attic in a few minutes.“ „Intriguing. Can I join?“ „Sure!“ Buggy ,nervously looking into the room trough the door: „What the hell? What happened to just playing house?“
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You're 100% right about the Rory - Vernes dynamic, tho. Rory would judge people on (basically everything) how they talk to Vernes. And this dynamic stay true when he hits teenager years!
A few thoughts:
I think that Blaze may be the only one who ever managed to "hurt" Vernes. Tired of being the target of his brother pranks he stole the plush and left a really poorly written kidnapper note. This ended with Rory grabbing him by the collar with the most pissed off, angry, terryfing face he ever made, asking him with a very cold tone to give him Vernes back. Blaze NEVER touched Vernes again after that.
The end with Skye made me giggle because I have this idea that she's really annoyed to be perceived as "the girl" of the family. She's the kind of little girl to play murder, punk stylist, or surgeon whenever someone offered her a doll. Weird barbie infinite generator. So yes her being caught playing tea party but it's actually some kind of Agatha Christie roleplay ? Fit wells!
ALSO Rory is EXTREMELY sensitive when it comes to Vernes fashion tastes. "Hey Rory look I knitted this little sweat for Vernes !" *Roll eyes* "A cute little pink pullover? *Sigh* he already told you like a hundred times he was more in the classic academy aesthetic, plus brown fits his tone better." (Telling this like you would explain something absolutely obvious to someone really stupid) (which you are in his eyes)
When he developed his illness, Vernes become even more important to him. Like a mental barrier against dark voices in his head.
He often uses Vernes to insult people obviously. "MMM, what do you say ? Uncle Zoro sink more than a herd of pigs and he should use his unique braincell to shower instead of playing with swords? That's not really nice, Vernes, behave yourself."
Speaking of that, Luffy and Robin are probably the strawhats who get along the best with the Vernes thing. Robin with her soft understanding nature, Luffy because if Rory says the plush talk then it talks duh ?
Adult Rory probably has a tattoo of Vernes Somewhere.
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Roland (Lot 36) is not a neo-Nazi and the hair wreath is not made from the hair of concentration camp victims.
I didn't think this needed to be stated, since he called the Wolmar family evil, which he definitely wouldn't have done if he agreed with them. But apparently some people see "German guy talking about Nazis" and assume he's one himself. Weird.
As for the hair wreath, such things were popular in the 19th century, not the 1930s-40s. I went looking and couldn't find any extant examples from that era. Given the presence of other antiques from that period in the storage unit, like the summoning table, it makes far more sense for the wreath to be an earlier family heirloom. At the very least, even if it WERE some perverse latter-day craft project made by Dottie or her mother or something, there would be no reason for Roland and Agatha to assume that. So they'd probably believe it was innocent even if it wasn't.
2. Emilia is an avenging angel sent to test people like Nick.
This is a bit more of a stretch, but bear with me. When he gives her the lock, she says (in Spanish) "What kind of man are you?" An understandable response to him being a racist asshole, but to me it sounds like she's saying it in a measuring way, as if she's really wondering. Later, in her final appearance, the light behind her umbrella gives her a halo effect. And condemning him to be devoured by a demon he set loose seems like a pretty fitting thing for an angel to do if she's seen that he's past helping.
(This take brought to you by: whiny pissbabies on Reddit going on about "well he's not THAT bad and even if she couldn't see the demon, she KNEW the loan shark was after him so she should have REALIZED he was in real danger and let him out!!! the clearly symbolic racial-, gender-, and class-disadvantaged person in this 45-minute fictional story is the TRUE bad guy here, not the man who was listening to a white nationalist radio show and agreeing with it!")
3. Stacy's coworkers (The Outside) weren't actually that bad.
She feels isolated from them because they have nothing in common to talk about. We never see them actively being mean to her; just not being her best friend- and nobody is obligated to befriend coworkers if they don't want to. They invite her to the party, so clearly they do think of her. Sure, the one lady reacts badly to being given a taxidermy duck for Christmas, but...taxidermy IS a pretty contentious gift. Not something I would spring on someone at all. Stacy was just doing her best, so I don't blame her either. It's just an awkward situation all around, that's nobody's fault.
I feel like the point is not "this woman's bitchy coworkers drove her to change herself." It's that marketing and the media cause women to be internally critical on a deeply harmful level, even if nobody else is actually being critical of us.
4. The Outside has themes of sublimated homosexual desire.
Stacy has a tense relationship with her hsband, idolizes the women at work who are constantly touching and stroking each other, and literally makes out with the feminine-looking Allo Glo creature in the basement. I mean. Come on. This one seems like a no-brainer to me. I don't think that's the PRIMARY theme, but it's definitely there.
6. Nancy (The Murmuring) had something to do with Ava's death.
One theory I saw online was that she'd rolled over on her while co-sleeping, since the ghost she mistakes for baby Ava appears in the bed next to her. I'd believe it, and it definitely adds another layer to her sympathy with the mother ghost- who I just learned is named Claudette in the credits. Even though I very much doubt she did anything that purposeful.
7. Alternatively, Ava was not a baby when she died.
Edgar and Nancy are both on the older side to be new parents (Essie Davis was 52 during filming, though the character is probably somewhat younger), and Nancy has clear experience talking to older children when she addresses the little boy ghost. Ava's death was recent, so while I suspect the intention is that she was a surprise baby to a couple who assumed they'd never have any, she could have been any age within childhood.
8. Ava was named after birds.
"Avis" means bird in Latin and her parents are ornithologists. It just makes sense.
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Ayesha Liveblogs Queen Charlotte: A Bridgerton Story
The opening credits are beautiful, I'll give them that
"I know that no one who looks like you or me has ever married one of these people, ever." Bridgerton: Now Even More Suspicious When It Comes to Depictions of Race
Even permitting for the thirteen children, Queen Charlotte seems pretty neutral about her granddaughter's [redacted] LOL
"Very brown. Thoughts?" Me walking into parties in high school
Not Lady Danbury's Crypt Keeper-ass husband removing his teeth to sleep
"Lord Danbury. Imagine." [Tensely] "I am imagining." Lady Danbury knows that a title needs an heir
"You may be too beautiful to marry me. People will talk, given that I am a troll." George is handsome to the point of distraction
"Either way, the choice is entirely up to her." I know it's like bare minimum but I do appreciate George reinforcing Charlotte's autonomy in the matter of their marriage
Charlotte changing outfits is fun for two reasons 1) That she is showing that she will be her own woman as Queen and 2) The superstition around seeing the bride in her dress before the wedding
Honestly, honestly. Get u a man who will bequeath u an investment property and give u ur space whenever you want it.
"Do we not spend this night together? My governness said that is what happens on our wedding night." [Pregnant pause] "Fine. I shall stay." What is George's deal? Surely even the pretense of consummation is necessary?
George from Bridgerton 🤝Derek from Swan Princes: How to Offend Women in Five Syllables or Less
Charlotte does not mince words for her Virgin and Whore Adult Children:
"Your father and I made 15 royal babies all by ourselves. I do not see why the whole lot of you cannot make just one." Mad props for surviving 15 rounds of childbirth in Georgian England
Say what you will about Charlotte's currently loveless marriage, at least she's eating good food
HAHAHAH we finally get gay characters in this show and it's Five Steps Behind Brimsley and There's Nothing Wrong With His Bits Other Guy
Justice for Benedict and Eloise, who are bisexual and lesbian to meeee
"I do not know a single soul here except for you. I'm completely alone, and you prefer the sky to me." Even if George refuses to be a husband to Charlotte, he can at least be a friend
"What if he puts another one of his gigantic babies inside me?" Am I to take this as Lady Danbury has living children or nah
George sending Charlotte a dog is another green flag
Thank God for Lady Danbury, no one will ever tell the Bridgerton women what sex is when they ought to
"But it can be such a pleasure." "Or it can be a painful, lifelong sentence." Danbury vs. Bridgerton: Marriage dichotomy edition
"I do not like the part where my head hits the wall over and over again. Is there a way to avoid that?" "Yes, there is a way to avoid that." George said: I want to be on bottom 🥰
George said: I am about to ruin the energy of our whole marriage in less than a minute
Is the King's tremor meant to represent his already being in the midst of his disease? :((
"Mother was going on and on to all the ladies at tea that their love means we now live in an unnatural society." Violet's mum said: The energy of this show isn't rank enough, time to be racist
Violet's dad calling her both Beauty and Brains as she asks questions 💝I love him
"So they are exactly like us. Better in some cases considering that several of them are from royal families of their own, and have much more money than we do." Violet said: I'm an ally
HAHAHAH George and Charlotte working out their issues in classic Bridgerton style, via sex montage
"It would be difficult for you to hear about the Queen being with child long after the fact, would it not?" Lady Danbury said: I will go to ANY length to avoid spending time with my husband (fair)
"I planned some correspondence that I need to write, so the time was useful." Agatha, Master of Dissassociation
Not Mama Ledger dissing the Tween Mozart LMAO
"I told you that I enjoy science. Part of that science is agriculture. I enjoy farming." "So King George is... Farmer George?" There's the Farmer George I've heard so much about
"Why do you not understand that you hold our fates in your hands?" Something something the distance from the nobility to the class it rules something something labour from women of colour (and specifically Black women) something something Bridgerton bringing up the outward dynamics of racial inequity while refusing to interrogate the fact Nearly Every Single Black Female Character of Significance AND Simon Has Had Their Reproductive Autonomy Taken Away (Simon's mother, Marina, Lady Danbury, Queen Charlotte)
Shout-out Brimsley and NWWHB (Nothing Wrong With His Bits) for being my emotional support background couple
"You can be a person with me." George and Charlotte uniting over their common understanding of their duty to support the nation ❤️
Lady Danbury and Lord Ledger ending racism one dance at a time
"Thank you." "You never have to thank me. We are a team." This line would've absolutely KILLED IT had it not been for the fact that Voltron already used this line in 2018, in a more emotionally substantive context (Shout-out my boy Shiro)
Not Lady Danbury and her homie Coral giggling and hugging because Lord Danbury is deceased (good for them)
Flhkfjhfkjhf Lady Danbury's 'Sorry I offended you about your dead husband, mine sucked,' tea is a social event on its own
"I was in the sky, but now I am going inside. Into Buckingham House." Charlotte immediately understanding that she needs to work within George's delusions :(
"Tell me, what would the people prefer: A royal baby, or cheap bread?" These principles do make for a good ruler, it is a shame about The Illness
"You command an entire kingdom. You can command yourself." George said: Friendship ended with early-onset neurological dysfunction, now personal affirmations are my best friend
(I really hope someone has done fanart from this ep with George and that meme 'I am no longer mentally ill')
Tfjfjhfjfhf imagine if instead of finding me the right meds for my nerve pain, my doctor just slapped me in the face and told me to get a hold of myself. Georgian England Medicine do be rough
"Her perfection is matched only by my deformity." Fuck. I did not anticipate how deeply Farmer George's story would hit from a place of like. Self-imposed exclusion due to living in a broken body. But damn
Did it really take until four episodes in for NWWHB aka the King's Man aka Brimsley's boyfriend aka Reynolds to get a name?
I am enjoying the retrospective on all of these events from George's side of things
"And just like an animal, I will break you." I no longer enjoy the retrospective on George's side of things
It really is the Ultimate Gesture that he's getting tortured so he can get be well enough to know his wife
If nothing else, the King has a solid homie in Reynolds
Really fair of Charlotte to be upset to be uninformed of what George was going through, but brutal that he's going back to Doctor Mon(ster)ro
"Do you suppose the Queen ever seeks...?" Omg I wouldn't expect Violet to be so saucy
Why are all the middle-aged women rising from their beds in the night is this going to be like that Glee song where everyone simultaneously discovers masturbation
"Loneliness is a battle even queens must fight for themselves." Penelope Featherington, somewhere: I gotta make fun of the Queen for having a mentally-ill husband
I'm pretty sure this captioning is incorrect, and what George is saying is, "Doctor! Doctor!" and not "Torture! Torture!" But both are accurate I suppose
Hahahaha not to add insult to injury for Violet, but Lady Danbury made eye contact with Violet's dad at Lord Danbury's funeral like she was thinking he was beekeeping age
"It's not surprising you should mourn him, he was your husband." You don't have to like someone to feel weird that they're dead
"I was three when my parents promised me. When a deal was struck. Three years old. So, I was raised to be his wife." Agatha's parents said have you heard of grooming? We have brought it down to a science
The People of Colour in Nobility raise fair points about succession
"I am sorry to report that she remains alive and well, Your Majesty." Brimsley said treason is allowed if it's funny
"Paint her skin lighter. Pale. His Majesty wants her to glow." 70% of fanart for any given fandom LMAO (also shout-out to the real world contention around images of Queen Charlotte)
"I will see you here tomorrow. Same time. You will wear better shoes. We can ramble together." I KNEWWWW there was some eye contact going on [Agatha as Animatronic Fox voice] I'm gonna fuck your dad, Violet
"Your garden is in bloom." "It is blooming out of control." It IS going to be like that scene from Glee
"Georgie, be a good boy and approve your brothers' marriages." "...I approve." The Princes forgot that there is one power that trumps even the monarchy: Being a mama's boy
"Your body is not your own." Welcome 2 having a uterus
At least Aldophus would be willing to intervene if his sister were in physical danger
"Rambles are there." "Rambles are there." "I am there." This would be so romantic if it were not directed at her future friend's dad LMAO
Agatha, somewhere in the present: My garden bloomed for your father once, Violet
"The hard part is done," said Princess Augusta, as if being married to a person losing grip on themselves for the remainder of their life is not a hard part
There is something that feels like empathy about Augusta saying that Charlotte never has to see her husband again, even if it's immediately followed by the clarification they could need another heir
Brimsley reaching out to Charlotte but unable to reach her due to Georgian social graces
I do feel for Reynolds, in his being caught and unable to do anything to help his partner or his friend/King
It is funny that we have not once seen Agatha interact with her children, given how family oriented the main plot of the show is. Historically accurate, mayhaps, but omg
"What do any of the women of the ton know of true friendship?" Agatha said: FRIENDSHIP IS FOR MEN AND THE POOR
"We are untold stories. And yesterday, you told me something of your story. And I, thank you." "You are most welcome." I love Lady Bridgerton and Lady Danbury's friendship ❤️
"It did not bloom until after he was gone." With your dad, Violet!
"I want to be gardened as much as possible." Violet said: Now that I have found my libido, I am open for business
Dominic Danbury is sooo cute I want a million more scenes of the world's tiniest noble:
I do love how they give specific context to what royal connections the Danbury family has in Sierra Leone, rather than leaving their noble connections in ambiguity
I know Charlotte's the queen but damn imagine having someone who has just stationed their whole business in your drawing room before you got home
"Where will Your Majesty go?" "Why, I have come here." Charlotte said: Be a pal and commit treason with me, Agatha
Agatha and Charlotte deciding to start their friendship sincerely 💗I love women
"I'm afraid." "Afraid of what?" "That I will not be able to love her." "Love is not a thing one is able or not able to do based on some magic. Some chemistry. That is for plays. Love is determination. Love is a choice one makes." Charlotte said: Love is companionship, William
"And these youthful fits shall become mere embarrassing memories." 1) Adolphus, you say this with the slightest bit of context as to why Charlotte left and 2) Not a good time to use the word 'fits,' it's a sensitive topic
"And I am not... coming inside." Finally the prophecy of dad fucking is fulfilled
Charlotte said: That's enough of this medical malpractice
You know, I didn't really keep a good count of Agatha's kids. Are there four already or does she potentially give birth to her homie's half-sibling LMAO
Also: It is deeply weird that Papa Ledger's method of hitting on people is the birthday hat he also makes for his daughter
Violet has now found the birthday hat; to be expected but unfortunate for all involved. Does she think it was her husband or does she know it was her dad?
"I see them. Do you not?" Brimsley is ride or die for Charlotte 4ever
"I love you. From the mo... from the moment I saw you trying to go over the garden wall, I have loved you desperately. I cannot breathe when you are not near. I love you Charlotte. My heart calls your name. I wanted to tell you. I wanted you to know." COMMUNICATION
I love the double meaning in the last two lines, because it bridges right into him telling her about his condition so it's both "I wanted to tell you (that I love you)," and "I wanted to tell you (that I have been bearing this)."
"Perhaps one day [Violet] will have an unimpeachable reputation. Just like yours." I think this is how Papa Ledger has chosen to break up with Agatha
"I do not remember names. I am female." Me when I lie
"You do not know us. Any of us. You do not learn about us. You do not care for what we care for." Generational trauma: Royal edition
"They will be together, have a marriage, grow old as one. We would serve them together." "A lifetime." Gay marriage: Royal aide edition
"Losing a husband is... inconvenient." Augusta said: Sorrows, sorrows, prayers
"I will not engage with the princess. I've promised the Queen friendship." Agatha said: Loyal homies before royal homies
"Brimsley. Have you any family? Did you never marry?" Incredible that after approximately 30 years, Charlotte has not once asked Brimsley about his personal life. Oh, rich people
Lady Danbury is too honourable to ask Charlotte for help, even though she needs help with title succession :(
"I have loved and been loved. And that is all I shall say." Lady Danbury said: I will never admit to sleeping with your dad, Violet
"There is womanly work afoot." HAHAHA me when I want a man to leave
Were I Charlotte, I would not take kindly to the horse comparison, no matter how helpful it was
"And over the years, I learned I need not be content to surrender myself to the uselessness of female pursuits. Instead, I secured my son as King." Augusta said: Crying is for women, we are politicians
You know, all this talk of Parliament has suddenly reminded me how anachronistic George's haircut is. I wonder if he will finally put on a wig
"You have been an admirable adversary thus far. Our battles bring me satisfaction. So this, will not do. You are not allowed to come here and sob. You may not quit. Cover your bruises and endure. Do not lose control of your fate, Agatha." HAHAHAHA I can't believe Augusta is giving Agatha a pep talk and a shot of alcohol mid-title negotiation. That's mentorship
"I am sorry." Is George hiding under the bed? LMAO
Update from ten seconds later: He is
Sometimes, love is not about who will pull you out from beneath the bed, but who will get under the bed with you
"Not a full me. Not a full marriage. Only half. Half a man. Half a king. half a life." "If what we have is half, then we shall make it the very best half." 💘Oh Charlotte
I know Agatha doesn't NEED to marry a Prince, but I think it'd be fun if she did
"I will not say words with hearts and flowers, because I know you are not a hearts and flowers woman. But there is something here. Between us. I believe we could be happy together." Yet another marriage of companionship about to be tossed over for passion. Why does no one on this show what to marry someone who simply wants to provide them a life of kindness!!! (I know in Agatha's case, Lord Ledger is also kind, but not kind enough not to cheat on his wife and introduce his daughter to his mistress. Soooooo)
Why do they cut to the back-and-forth between invitation and sex like it is necessary preparation for the ball hahahhaa
George is representing a very real mental health experience of when you spend a long time in your house and then you experience like mild agoraphobia when you have to be outside again
Literally no one at this ball has hair like George LMAO. But why am I seeking anything historical in the Shonda Rhimes Cinematic Universe:
"I cannot marry you, but only because I cannot marry anyone." I respect this position if it's coming from a point of independence rather than for a different man. I love her regaining agency over the direction of her life!
HOWEVER. HOWEVER. AGATHA. GIRL. YOU HAVE NO INCOME. WILD OF YOU TO DENY ALL SAFETY NETS FOR YOUR SURVIVAL
"You make him happy. Thank you, your Majesty." This is the closest thing to a compliment Charlotte will ever receive from her mother-in-law
This show is pretty bittersweet, given all that we know becomes of the Queen and King in the future
Shout-out to Brimsley and Reynold's relationship for being the saving grace of this show
Hahahaha Charlotte finally gets her one (1) legitimate grandchild after 50 ones that she does not care to know about
"I only did not wish to place my burdens on top of your own." Agatha 💞
"I suggest your shift your fear into faith and come to us with your concerns directly. To do otherwise would suggest we are incapable of addressing them." Charlotte is such a good Queen
Charlotte said: Your mum WAS right about my child-bearing hips!
"I believe you should leave the hats where they are. They are lovely. As you say, cheerful." This is as close as Lady Danbury will come to acknowledging the dad-fucking
GEORGE NOW BEING THE ONE TO JOIN CHARLOTTE UNDER THE BED. THEMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
"Your line will live on." "Our line." "Our line." Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
The splicing between the young version of George and Charlotte and their younger selves. This is really getting to my heart.
"You did not go over the wall." "No George, I did not go over the wall." I'M GOING TO CRY, THIS IS MY FAVOURITE OF THE BRIDGERTON SEASONS 😭😭😭 ROMANCE!!
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