#How to Woo a Reluctant Lady
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The Hellions of Halstead Hall Quick Review!
Okay so having read all the Hellions books here are my quick spoiler free thoughts on them (in order of the books):
1) The Truth About Lord Stoneville
Oliver & Maria - Having read all the books, I can safely say this is one of my favourites! It was an excellent first book and introduction into my new favourite HR family. Ollie and Maria were simply marvellous and a pretty Kathony coded to be honest. I would say less mentally ill - well Maria is, Ollie is actually chock full of even more intense trauma than Ant tbh. I won't say more, yall gotta read to find out!
Honestly everything from the couple to the plot, side characters (Freddy my beloved) and conflict were perfect and entertaining to read. Just the best start to a series!
Kinda rereading it again with Triv @hptriviachamp: I gotta say I love how well it sets up the future siblings’ stories and books and we pretty much get introduced to 2 other in-laws. So the set up and pay offs were really good tbh!
2) A Hellion In Her Bed
Jarret & Annabel - I liked Jarett and Annabel well enough but I think they paled in comparison to a brilliant first book with Maria and Oliver. Still it was enjoyable, a good calm breather of a book after the excitement and drama of Maria and Ollie. I did love their romantic scenes - it's always more fun with a more experience heroine and Annabel and Jarret delivered on that front!
Tbh this ^^ is the nicer version for Goodreads but simply put: they were pretty boring. The sex scenes did make up for it; we really need more experienced heroines in HR. Funny clueless virgins are fun but for me personally, it's hotter and easier to get into sex scenes when the teaching doesn't take up most of the time.
Also despite being boring, I will give them points for staying consistent tonally and being a straightforward story (unlike Book 5 but I digress, I'll expand on this when we get there!)
3) How to Woo a Reluctant Lady
Minerva & Giles - Honestly I would say read the previous book just for the build up of these two, it’s absolutely delicious. I love how unashamed Giles is in his attraction to Minerva and their history together. Minerva was just a delight and fun character to read from Book 1 so I was definitely excited for these two. I mean she’s A GOTHIC WRITER AND HE’S A SPY! Exciting shit and for most part they did deliver! Can I also say that Minerva is the funniest virgin ever because when feeling him up she mistook his erection for a pistol. I CACKLED so hard reading that I literally cannot make this shit up. They were also very hot and I loved them sneaking around to uncover truths about Minerva’s family.
However, I was a bit disappointed in their Act 3 - it might just be a me thing so if yall have read this series or are going to, lemme know what you thought of Act 3! I just think there was a secondary plot point that could have been the main crux of their Act 3 rather than the one Sabrina chose to go with. Other than that, I adored this book and is high up on my ranking (which I’ll be listing below after all my short reviews of the books)
4) To Wed A Wild Lord
Gabriel (Gabe) & Virginia - (I’m calling her Ginny cos I can’t with her name) I absolutely loved this one and I think a big part of it was because Sephy is a horse girl and Gabe provided the best inspo for me to write for Sephy’s horse scenes in the future. Also I knew I would enjoy their book when we got the inciting incident in Minerva & Giles’ book - the drama was d e l i c i o u s. I loved how funny Gabe was in the previous books and this book delivered on that while giving us depth and a proper exploration of both of their traumas. I like how Sabrina showed Gabe’s comedic side is moreso a defense mechanism and how despite Ginny’s hostility to him, she’s actually kind and sunshine incarnate.
Similar to Book 1; the plot was great, I loved the racing scenes, the tension between Gabe and Ginny was on point - though I do wish we gotten to see them interact more during their ‘courtship’ scenes. I adored Freddy as my fave cousin side character but Pierce takes the cake! I am SO glad he gets his own book (which I will talk more about below!) Overall, it was a brilliantly written book and I loved it!
5) A Lady Never Surrenders
Celia & Jackson - This book man, had so much build up but left me so confused in terms of tone, characterisations and the progression. It was the last piece of the Sharpe parents’ murder mystery and also Jackson and Celia had FOUR books of build up. I liked that I was right about the murderer and I loved Jackson and Celia’s scenes in the last four books. Yet the first part of the book was draggy with the suitors plot and while it did come back around - it could have been written tighter. Celia seemed so badass in the other books but fell trap to the tomboy/NLOG trope in the way she was written even though she’s not?? It was really weird. There was a disconnect between the Celia in the last four books and in her own one. Like even with Gabe’s exploration - it still felt like him but Celia felt all over the place for me.
On top of all of this, I especially despised the racist treatment of Viscount Basto and it honestly put me off the book. I had to take a break to calm down and finish the series because I HAD to know what happened to the Sharpe parents. And the racism/xenaphobia gets worse because (skip past the caps if you don’t want spoilers):
🛑 MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE SERIES 🛑
I hated how Sabrina used the one foreign guy and made him a secondary villain. It made sense for the character and I suspected him and his wife from the start but why you gotta make him the SINGLE foreigner. It just came across extremely xenophobic. She could have made the Duke of Lyons or Jackson a MoC too, just to offset it ya know. It was just frustrating to see him singled out and villianised.
🛑 MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE SERIES END 🛑
Though for all its faults, I did enjoy the romance and how the mystery was solved. That’s why the book confused me like there were bits that were SO bad but then parts that were written SO well I was like ‘Am I reading two different books cos what the fuck??’ But yeah its not my favourite and while I did enjoy the good parts of it better than Jarret and Annabel’s book, at least the latter book was consistent. I will recommend pushing through this to see the reveal and also Jackson being a simp is great.
6) ‘Twas The Night After Christmas
Pierce & Camilla - It’s so funny that this is my #1 Hellion book (honestly tied with Book 1 but still) because Pierce isn’t even technically a Sharpe, he’s Ginny’s cousin but god I loved this book and honestly my one complaint is that Sabrina montaged their courtship week instead of giving us more scenes with them falling in love. Also could have been sluttier to offset the deep Mommy Issues kjdshkdj.
But yes if you like your HR heroes riddled with Mommy Issues, Pierce is the one for you! Camilla is also such a vibe, I love her so much. She’s lowkey a “I can fix everyone” person but it did not come across as annoying at all. But yeah reading this, heads up it gets sad and not enough horniness to make up for it. Overall, also a great Christmas time story!
Final Book Ranking:
1) Tied - The Truth About Lord Stoneville, (tbh pretty perfect to me)
‘Twas The Night After Christmas (needed to be sluttier and Pierce to be more quippy like he is in Book 4 and 5)
To Wed A Wild Lord (Ginny isn’t my fave heroine - I like her but like Maria and Camilla a lot more)
2) How to Woo a Reluctant Lady (Act 3 should have been better)
3) A Hellion In Her Bed (Not exciting of a storyline for me)
4) A Lady Never Surrenders (Confusion over the way the book was written and also the xenaphobia :/)
Overall as a series, I loved how well-connected they were and the overarching plot of solving their parents’ murder was great and I LOVED how each sibling had a piece of the puzzle that added up together and it was all very satisfying at the end because I love being right and called it. I did not expect the twist in Book 5 which would have been better if not for the spoiler I mentioned above. Also I love how close knit the family is and I LIVE for the ensemble moments in the books they just bring me extra joy because everyone is so likeable you’re excited to see them all interact. Mentioned this before but the set up for the future books were BRILLIANT (even if Book 5 didn’t pay off as well as the others).
Hope yall enjoyed reading this and might want to give this series a shot because I need more friends and people reading this and gushing to me about this family. Truly my new favourite comfort family!
#The Hellions of Halstead Hall#The Truth About Lord Stoneville#A Hellion In Her Bed#How to Woo a Reluctant Lady#To Wed A Wild Lord#A Lady Never Surrenders#HR Blogging#Miss Maria Butterfield#Lord Oliver Stoneville#Miss Annabel Lake#Lord Jarret Sharpe#Lady Minerva Sharpe#Giles Master#Lord Gabriel Sharpe#Miss Virginia Waverly#lady Celia Sharpe#Jackson Pinter
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So… I have a few uni!König questions 🤓📝
(Please, you don’t need to answer all of these unless you want to of course. It's just that this AU has me on my knees, I'm in love with these two nasty gremlins! send help)
1. Does it bother König that their relationship is not official? Or is he happy with the situationship? (This sounds like a stupid question, of course he’s bothered by it. Right?!?)
2. Is König a skilled lover? You said somewhere that reader can’t get satisfaction from other guys because “nobody is as good as König” but does this mean he’s experienced or does he make up for his possible lack of experience in… some other ways? Or is the good sex due to them having this crazy enemies *and* lovers thing going on?
3. Is it enough for König to shoo potential love interests away and off of her by being a hulking possessive menace, or will he still be jealous and butthurt after that? Brood silently for example? Slam doors passive-aggressively? Perhaps even start a full-on argument when they’re behind closed doors?
4. Do you have any hcs of the craziest place(s)/situation(s) they’ve had sex? Obviously because they were so horny or had to hatefuck because the other one said or did something annoying (again)
SALOOOME MY ANGELLL *rubs hands together wickedly* let's do this
1. Not a stupid question at all! In the beginning, it does bother him, especially when he contends with the idea of her sleeping with other guys--or, horror of all horrors, dating someone else. He's also just kind of a traditional guy who wants to woo a lady, but that would require the lady in question to be wooed. At some point, though, he realizes that it doesn't matter how reluctant she is to make it "official", she's not going anywhere. Then he's just intolerably smug about the fact that deep down, she's just as attached to him as he is to her.
2. I'm glad to elaborate on this! König is less experienced than Cinnamon (which is what I'm calling her for now, it probably won't be relevant in the fic itself but I like giving my MCs callsigns/nicknames). What makes him different than the casual partners she's had before is his dedication to pleasing her, if that makes sense. I mentioned in the headcanon post that "him getting better at fucking really just means he's getting better at fucking her". (continued under cut)
I'm going to elaborate more in the fic (if it goes the way that I have it planned), but König becomes so infatuated with Cinnamon because she doesn't treat him like a weird loser to avoid. It's not really that everyone König knows or comes into contact with avoids him or treats him with contempt--he does have friends, but none that are particularly close. Cinnamon is different in that she's an easygoing person (or at least puts on a persona of being easygoing), so whenever König says or does something dubious her reaction is just the equivalent of "haha, you're weird man, but I like that!" (At least until he starts to annoy her in the best way, and then the whole enemies-and-lovers thing kicks in.) Cinnamon's been with a lot of guys who don't really care about her enjoyment or are assholes in other ways, so König treating her like a priority is new to her and also something she can't find anywhere else. And of course, the more they fuck the better he gets 😈
3. Oh, he gets very jealous and pouty for sure. He does a lot of things as a sort of revenge, like scaring off people she’s flirting with. Initially, Cinnamon doesn’t take him that seriously and just humors him, so he never gets far in terms of being mad at her. (Plenty of brooding, though.) He takes it out on her by being rough and degrading in bed, and when he realizes she isn’t interested in anyone else anymore, he’s a lot more relaxed. At that point nothing she does can upset him because he knows she always comes back to him. By contrast, Cinnamon starts getting agitated because 1. She never intended on having a boyfriend 2. She starts to realize she’s fed a very dangerous beast. I'm probably going to write about their first real fight, and it is messyyyyy.
4. The riskiest is definitely a random utility closet on campus. He probably pulled her in there after she spent an entire lecture brushing his thigh with her foot and didn't anticipate just how immediate the consequences would be >:)
I'm also toying with the idea of him fucking her on someone else's bed, specifically someone she used to hook up with 🤭 They locked the door, but suffice to say that guy knows who she belongs to after that.
#THANK YOU FOR THE QUESTIONS LOVEEE#keep em coming i could talk about these two all day#kneelingshadowsalome#könig#konig#könig cod#konig cod#könig mw2#König x reader#konig x reader#cod#cod mw2#call of duty#mw2#answered#fic: now playing#university au
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prompt # 13
This ask game
Kiyomi snitching to the Survey Corps about Megatron attending a party and dancing in Attack on Prime Chapter 52.
"Lady Kiyomi," Optimus began in his human form, "I have a small query for you regarding something you brought up earlier."
The Survey Corps stared at the Prime, perplexed. He sounded like he didn't want to ask this question, but Kiyomi didn't pick up on Optimus' reluctance.
"What is this query about?" Kiyomi asked.
"You...you mentioned meeting my acquaintance at...a party?" The Survey Corps mouths dropped at that statement while Levi coughed up his tea back in his cup.
"Oh yes, the first time I had encountered your colleague, Willy Tybur had hosted a party and he was invited as a guest of honor," Kiyomi explained.
"By the Allspark," Optimus mumbled.
"Oh this shit is getting better." Sasha grinned.
"Tell me, Kiyomi, what happened during this party?" Hanji leaned in towards the ambassador.
"Well, Matthew had walked into the party when everyone was already inside, and he was wearing a really expensive three-piece suit," Kiyomi recalled with a smile.
"Oh shit, no way!" Connie grinned.
"Megatron...in a suit." Armin couldn't help but picture Megatron in his bipedal mode wearing a suit, his spikes tearing through the clothing.
"The minute he walked, he starting wooing the others with long winded tales about how he got the scars on his face," Kiyomi continued, "I must say, despite his appearance, he can really capture the hearts and minds of a crowd."
Optimus' mouth formed a thin line. By the Allspark, what did Megatron say to them?
"After that, he manages to save a waiter's job by catching him before he tripped and fell," Kiyomi explained, "He also managed to catch a tray of wine the waiter was holding. Not a single drop hit the floor, but that tray almost hit me before he caught it. My new kimono would have been ruined."
"Oh no, such a travesty," Eren mumbled in sarcasm.
"So how did you know he was the Flying Titan?" Mikasa asked.
"Well, Zeke Jaeger had informed me that someone of special interest would be at the party," Kiyomi explained, "Although I didn't think he would make such an impact. It was quite charming."
"Please don't tell me this bitch thinks that Megatron is attractive," Levi hissed to himself.
"Although, when he was asked about you, Optimus Prime." She gestured to the Prime, "And himself, he gave a detailed answer that no one else would have given unless they knew what they were talking about."
"He scared some people with his answer, didn't he?" Hanji assumed.
"Oh he wiped the smirks and laughs off of their faces in an instant. Oddly satisfying in my opinion," Kiyomi confessed.
"Then what happened?" Armin asked.
"Well, I waited until he was alone for a few minutes before approaching him to talk," Kiyomi answered, "I drank the wine glass he was offered since he said he couldn't get drunk, and we talked for a bit. We introduced ourselves and then I asked him to dance with m-!"
"What?!" all of them nearly screamed.
"You asked him to dance with you?" Optimus asked in surprise.
"Yes, there was some music playing and I thought it would be appropriate," Kiyomi shrugged.
"And he said yes?!" Hanji exclaimed.
"Well he did take my hand and let me guide him to the dance floor," Kiyomi answered.
"Oh my god," Eren gawked. Meanwhile, Levi had to wire his lips shut, trying so hard not to speak up in fear of laughing at Megatron's situation.
"At first, he seemed hesitant to try it," Kiyomi explained, enjoying the drama she was stirring up, "He was so rigid as I was guiding him through a simple waltz. He says all he knows how to do is fight, so I say to think of dancing like fighting. The next thing I know, he's the one leading the dance. It was like a switch."
Some of the Survey Corps members started laughing while the others gawked at Kiyomi.
"Oh shit! Oh my god!" Hanji wheezed, "This is the best thing ever!"
"So then how did you get a confirmation that he was the Flying Titan?" Mikasa asked.
Kiyomi sighed in annoyance. "He whispered in my ear that he's a murderer and basically said that he could kill everyone in the room. I have to remain calm and retort by saying he hasn't so that must mean something. After that, I slipped him the number to call before heading back home."
"I...did not realize all of that happened." Optimus was at a loss for words.
"It was definitely an impression," Kiyomi sighed.
"So...we're gonna find a way to hold this over Buckethead right?" Hanji asked.
"I'm not passing up this opportunity to shit on him," Levi declared.
"You leave this alone, now," Optimus ordered them.
(Alright, I have 36 on file but the rest is free game).
#attack on prime#transformers prime#tfp#attack on titan#aot#snk#asks#send me asks#shingeki no kyojin#ao3#kiyomi azumabito#tfp optimus#optimus prime#megatron#tfp megatron#hanji zoe#levi ackerman#captain levi#armin arlert#sasha blause#survey corps#connie springer#maccadam#macadam#dialogue#dialogue prompt#dialogue prompts#mikasa ackerman
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Giles & Minerva Masters - destined to be together in every lifetime <3
And yes, I was reading Sabrina Jeffries "How to Woo a Reluctant Lady" regency romance novel at the time.
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A story of romance, drama, and politics which neither Trevelyan nor Cullen wish to be in.
Canon divergent fic in which Josephine solves the matter of post-Wicked Hearts attention by inviting four noblewomen to compete for Cullen's affections. In this chapter, Trevelyan tries to set the Commander up with Lady Erridge.
(Masterpost. Beginning. Previous entry. Next entry. Words: 3,692. Rating: all audiences. Warnings: brief mentions of childhood bullying, mild injury mention.)
Chapter 17: Lady Erridge's Recipe
With everything that had occurred between her and the Baroness Touledy yesterday, Trevelyan had voided all memory of that afternoon’s conversation with Lady Erridge.
But it came rushing back now—quite literally, in the form of a kitchen maid, hurriedly crossing the Great Hall towards her.
“Your Ladyship, do you perhaps know a Lady Erridge?” begged the maid.
Trevelyan’s eyes widened. “I do; why do you ask?”
“She’s in the kitchen, and she’s ever so upset. It’s not really my place to console her, your Ladyship. Might you be able to?”
The irony of this being the very kitchen maid that had told Trevelyan of the Commander’s sweet tooth—for it was that very information that had led to this situation.
“Lady Trevelyan,” Lady Erridge had said, upon catching Trevelyan outside her room yesterday, “might I ask you for some help with wooing the Commander, like you gave the other Ladies?”
Fresh from the failure of her attempt to bring Touledy to the Commander’s training, Trevelyan was reluctant to agree. But Maker, Lady Erridge had laid it on thick:
“Please! I’m no good at chess, no matter how Lady Samient teaches me—and I can’t fight like the Baroness. I know I am not much of anything really, but perhaps if you could help me, the Commander might look in my direction.”
Trevelyan, still hesitant, requested Erridge list any and all skills she had. Yet even that proved difficult. Nothing she was interested in or good at—sewing, reading romances, the like—was something that they knew the Commander to also be interested in.
And then Trevelyan had recalled his sweet tooth.
“Oh, Lady Orroat says I am a wonderful baker!” Erridge had said, so happily. “Perhaps I might bake him a crumble. I do enjoy making a crumble!”
Trevelyan had said she ought to do just that, only now considering that, perhaps, Lady Orroat’s good opinion of Lady Erridge and her baking might have been a little bit biased.
For when she stumbled upon the scene, ‘wonderful’ was certainly not the word Trevelyan would have used to describe the disaster in the kitchen.
“Lady Erridge, what happened!?”
Her Ladyship was slumped upon the cobbled floor, her face bright red and awash with tears. She was, at once, both surrounded by and covered in flour. The workbench beside her was no better. Butter seeped into its wood grain, and sugar provided a fine layer of stickiness on top. The peels of several apples littered the space. Just about every utensil Skyhold possessed was in use. How was a spatula relevant?
“Lady Trevelyan!” Erridge sobbed. “Oh, it’s all gone terribly!”
Beside her lap lay a small baking dish, filled with a soupy, lumpy, burnt-looking concotion that Trevelyan could only assume was supposed to be an apple crumble.
Trevelyan bent down. “What went wrong, Lady Erridge?”
“I don’t know!” she wailed. “It’s not meant to look like this!”
Trevelyan had already gathered as much. She looked to the maid who’d led her here—the only one remanining in this particular kitchen, as presumably all others had fled—and asked: “Might you have a cloth somewhere, to wipe her Ladyship’s eyes?”
“Yes, ma’am!”
The maid scrambled away, and returned seconds later with a clean little rag. She passed it to Trevelyan, wisely maintaining her distance, and Trevelyan passed it to Lady Erridge.
“Here, now,” she cooed, “accidents happen. Do not feel a fool.”
Erridge took the cloth, and dabbed her eyes. “But it’s such a waste.”
“Not at all. It’s sugar and apples, isn’t it? I’m sure the horses might appreciate it, if we cannot.” Trevelyan turned to the kitchen maid, and said: “Would you take this to the stables?”
The maid was all too glad of an opportunity to leave. “Of course, your Ladyship. We do give them the badly bruised apples, sometimes. This will be a feast, to them.”
She took up the baking dish—with a steady hand so as not to spill its contents—and headed for the door. Trevelyan thanked her as she left, and then returned her focus to Lady Erridge.
“There,” she said. “No waste. Now, shall we get cleaned up, a little?”
She held out a hand, and with a deep, but sniffly, breath, Lady Erridge took it. Together, they stood.
But from this height, Erridge could only look better upon the chaos she had wrought. Her eyes became watery once more. “Oh, dear. Oh, no...”
Trevelyan located and took up a broom. “It’s all right,” she said, “we’ll have it cleaned soon enough.”
“But without the crumble, the Commander shall never look twice at me. I shall die an old maid!”
Trevelyan shook her head as she swept. “Lady Erridge, if someone as sweet and beautiful as you dies an old maid, then there shall be no hope for us lesser beings.”
Erridge did her best attempt at a smile, fragile though it was. “It’s true,” she blubbed, “he has barely said two words to me this past week and a half. I shall never take his notice.”
The little sadness with which Lady Erridge spoke those words caused Trevelyan’s soft heart to cave in. Such genuine misery, over the Commander. Such a bright face, dimmed by it all. She could not let this lie.
“Come, now, your Ladyship, do not be so defeatist,” Trevelyan said. “I am sure Skyhold has apples enough for us to make a second attempt.”
Lady Erridge caught her meaning, and sniffed back a few tears. “But… you are so busy.”
“It is a crumble—I daresay it will not take long enough that I shall be missed. What recipe did you use?”
“I did not use a recipe,” Erridge replied, “I did it from memory.”
Trevelyan paused, mid-sweep. Erridge’s face fell once more.
“Oh, Maker, I am such a fool!”
“No, no, no!” Trevelyan hurried over, to quell this new wave of despondence. “It’s all right. I am sure they will have a recipe around here somewhere! We shall try it together!”
Erridge—her mouth pressed closed to stop her sobs—managed only a nod.
“Come, we must clean up first.”
Trevelyan took up her broom once more, and managed to corrall the flour on the floor into some kind of pile. Lady Erridge she gave a damp cloth, which was to be used to wipe down the sugar and butter from the surfaces. To her credit, Erridge completed the task diligently and to a good standard. Trevelyan had a feeling her Ladyship regarded herself to be more inept than she actually was.
Floor swept, worktops clean, they turned to the search for a recipe. The proximity of Skyhold to Ferelden—and the good portion of its residents hailing from the area—made the task rather easy. Because even in a privy kitchen like this one, there was a shelf on which a book of Ferelden puddings was kept.
The Ladies flicked through, until Erridge exclaimed for Trevelyan to stop, and go back. Sure enough, she had spotted the right page: apple crumble.
“Right,” said Trevelyan, placing the book down, “let us gather the ingredients.”
From her first attempt, Lady Erridge already knew where they hid. It was getting the amounts right that was the trouble.
“What does ‘two large apples’ truly mean?” she asked Trevelyan, who was as clueless as she. “How are we to know what constitutes ‘large’?”
Trevelyan hummed. “Short of emptying out every apple in the castle and cataloguing them all by size until we know for certain which are the largest,” she said, “we shall just have to guess. And if we need more, we shall add more.”
Erridge fetched what she thought to be two cooking apples of decent size, and gave them to Trevelyan, who’d just found an appropriate baking dish. Erridge buttered it, whilst Trevelyan chopped.
“You do that ever so well, Lady Trevelyan,” said Erridge.
Trevelyan could hardly agree. She thought her dicing was rather uneven. Regardless, she said, “Thank you. You are doing well yourself.”
And she was. Dish greased, the next port of call for Erridge’s butter was a bowl of flour and sugar. With a stolen glance at the recipe, Erridge began to scoop small chunks into the dry mixture. Yet as she went, her movements slowed. She looked to Trevelyan.
“Might I ask you something?”
“Of course.”
“Well, I heard—it’s about the Baroness, you see.” Erridge’s voice lowered to a whisper. “Is everything all right with you?”
Maker. “Yes, of course.”
“Oh, good! Because I’d heard you’d had an awful row yesterday morning, and I was terribly worried that you’d fallen out.”
Skyhold’s capability for distributing news once again proved itself to be the best in all of Thedas.
“There was a misunderstanding,” Trevelyan told her. Denying it would only make it more intriguing, more worth poking into. “But we have settled it amiably.”
“I am glad to hear it. I could not bear to imagine there might be a rift between you. And it was impossible to think that the Baroness would be capable of a faux pas! She is ever so good with people.”
Trevelyan slid her apple chunks into a bowl of sugar, and mixed. “We all make mistakes, Lady Erridge. No matter how skilled we might be, even. Mastery is no guarantee of immunity from error.”
“Oh.” Erridge seemed to contemplate this, slowly rubbing together butter and flour. “You know, Lady Trevelyan—you are ever so wise... and you are also terribly beautiful, and kind, and rather good conversation, I do say!” Her words began to wobble, as her eyes welled up once more. “I think the Commander would be a fool not to choose you.”
Trevelyan smiled. “Lady Erridge, if you cry into the crumble, we shall have to make it again.”
“Oh! Yes, of course.”
Erridge took a step back, and sniffled until her tears stopped.
“There,” said Trevelyan. “And thank you, your Ladyship. It is kind of you to say.”
Lady Erridge completed her crumbling, and brought the finished mixture to the baking dish. Trevelyan poured in the shining, sugar-coated apple, and Erridge sprinkled on top her sweet crumb. Already, it looked perfect.
But a trip to the oven was in order. In the alcove, it stood—built of brick, and burning away. Its hearth-fire heated and lit a chamber above, wherein they carefully slid their precious creation.
“Do you know how to cool an oven?” Lady Erridge asked. “I think it may have been too hot before, and I shouldn’t like to burn it again.”
“Oh!” said Trevelyan. “Well, yes, of course.”
She didn’t see the harm in a little magic right now. It was only them in the room, and she could tame a fire in her sleep.
So she knelt before the oven, and peeled back the Veil, just a touch. The energy of the Fade dripped through, and diluted itself within the flames of the fire. Trevelyan caught strands of this force between her fingers, wound them around like reins, and took control.
The fire quietened.
“Oh!” Erridge gasped. “Sorry, I hadn’t meant—well, this is rather efficient, but”—she knelt beside Trevelyan—“I quite expected you to use a poker, or some such.”
“Oh,” said Trevelyan. “Well, to be fair, I think a poker is used to make a fire hotter.”
“Then, I am glad you did this instead.”
Trevelyan smiled.
“You are such a wonderful friend, Lady Trevelyan.”
“Of course—”
She was cut off, by Erridge flinging her arms around her torso. Trevelyan jolted, and felt a thread of the Fade come loose. Flames started kicking up again, licking at the ceiling of their chamber. Really ought to have set up that cooling ward she’d spent so much time staring at!
With a twist of her fingers, Trevelyan snared the flames into her will once more. The blaze calmed, and she focused instead on the squeeze of Lady Erridge around her. The embrace was as warm as the fire itself. Trevelyan—careful not to lose her metaphorical grip—reached up to pat Erridge’s arm.
“You really are wonderful,” Erridge murmured, into Trevelyan’s sleeve.
“No less than you deserve,” Trevelyan replied.
Lady Erridge withdrew, a gentle smile on her face, and the hint of a tear in her eye. “Even if I do not win the Commander, I shall ever be grateful I came here, and met you.”
“I feel the same way about you, Lady Erridge.”
Her smile turning shy, Erridge shuffled to stare at the fire again. Its amber glow lit her rosy cheeks. “You have such excellent control of it,” she complimented.
Trevelyan chuckled to herself. “I always have. You know, they called me ‘Wicky’ in the Circle.”
“Wicky?”
“Mm. Because I was from Ostwick, and because I was so good at starting fires.”
Erridge giggled. “Oh, what a precious name! May I call you ‘Wicky’?”
“If you like.”
“I shall not do it in front of the others—only in secret,” Erridge promised. “But I hope it will be comforting to have someone call you by that name again.”
Trevelyan nodded. She began to toy with the feel of the fire, and made one spark leap over the rest of the flames. Old party tricks.
“It is ever so nice to hear about your past,” said Erridge. “I have had so little of it—you are something of an enigma to me, Lady Trevelyan.”
“There is little to tell: the Circle was the Circle.” She looked to Erridge. “Actually, I would like to ask you about yours, if I may. About you and Lady Orroat?”
Erridge seemed to brighten at the mere mention of the name. “Always!”
“Then tell me,” Trevelyan said, voice only a little less quiet than the crackle of the fire, “do you recall when you first met? Did your parents introduce you?”
Lady Erridge wiggled off her knees, to sit entirely on the floor. She looked as a child, ready to tell stories by light of their makeshift bonfire. “That is my favourite tale to share,” she sighed. “Our first meeting was wonderful.”
The Orroats and Erridges did not speak much, back then. For matters of business, yes, but not at any personal level. Pleasantries were exchanged at parties, however—such as the one Lady Erridge began to describe.
It was at the estate of merchant family in the area, and all the high-and-mighty of the Coldons were invited. Including, Erridge told Trevelyan, the son of a carpet merchant, whom she thought to be the prettiest boy she had ever seen.
“I was six,” Erridge clarified, “I hadn’t seen many boys.”
Trevelyan smiled as she listened, visualising the characters in shadows cast by the oven’s flames.
“I had just gotten my first dress,” Erridge continued, “and I was rather proud to be wearing it.”
She thought it perfect, really. She would find a flower in the garden, approach the object of her affection in her pretty, pretty dress, and tell him that she thought he was the prettiest boy she had ever seen.
And yet, when she did just that, his reply was not what she’d hoped.
“You’re the ugliest girl I’ve ever seen!”
Trevelyan gasped. “How rude!”
Erridge laughed. “Well, we were six!”
But of course, time had healed the wound. In the moment it was said to her, Erridge was crushed. She fled the scene, back to the gardens, and concealed herself within a hedge. There, she sobbed and wailed and cried.
“And I hadn’t expected anyone to find me, nor did I want anyone to,” said Erridge, “but then… she appeared.”
The brush had rustled, and another girl clambered inside. Erridge could barely see her in the shade, but she heard her:
“Are you all right?”
“She was a most fascinating creature,” Lady Erridge recalled, with a wistful gaze. “Silky hair, all in a mess; skin all smeared with mud. As were her clothes! She was like… a refined sort of chaos. She’d been playing with the other children in the garden, she told me, and her name was Hulnes Orroat.”
Lady Orroat proceeded to spend the next few minutes attempting to return the smile to young Lady Erridge’s face. With silly jokes and voices, it was not hard.
“She was very funny,” Erridge gladly admitted, “she always has been. She makes me laugh ever so much!”
But there was no laughter when Erridge spoke of what had happened to her. The young Lady Orroat was just as shocked to hear of it as the adult Trevelyan had been. Even more so, perhaps.
Defender of the meek, Lady Orroat took up her (wooden) sword, and marched off to find the carpet merchant’s son. She held her blade (again, wooden) out to his neck, and demanded a duel for Lady Erridge’s honour. He accepted.
“Did she win?” asked Trevelyan, realising she was rather absorbed in the tale.
“Oh, Lady Orroat beat the shit out of him,” Erridge said. “Two scraped knees, a bruised elbow, and a bloody nose!”
But it all came to a rather abrupt end when Lady Orroat pointed her sword (wooden!) directly at his heart, and threatened to kill him. The boy took this rather seriously (he was six) and began to sob.
“Very unpretty,” Lady Erridge commented. “Anyway, everyone’s parents came rushing out, and we all got a good telling-off!”
“But you hadn’t done anything!” Trevelyan protested.
Lady Erridge thought on this for a moment. “Well, no, I hadn’t. To tell you the truth, I don’t recall the aftermath all that well. I believe I was pardoned—and I gave my word in Lady Orroat’s defense too. I have no idea if it helped.”
“You stayed in contact, after that?”
“Oh, yes!”
Lady Erridge had begged and begged her parents to allow her to write to her saviour. They eventually capitulated—after some performative crying and stamping of the feet—and Lady Erridge was provided with a sheet of paper, an inkwell, and a quill. It was a good way to get her to practice her words.
That first letter—though she couldn’t exactly recall the contents—thanked Lady Orroat for her actions. A reply soon came, in which Lady Orroat said it was worth it, and told Lady Erridge that, for posterity:
“I was the prettiest girl she’d ever seen.”
Trevelyan hid her smile.
From there, it continued. The two became pen pals, until they were old enough to sleep over. Their parents formed a begruding friendship, that soon turned to a genuine one.
“Her mother and father are so delightful,” said Erridge. “Her younger brothers, too—and, oh, her Great Aunt! She was a wondrous woman. Hul spurned dresses, so the late Aunt Orroat bequeathed all of them to me, instead.”
Once they were old enough to visit of their own accord, the Ladies would do so with astonishing regularity.
“Hul is forever riding over. She brings me gifts, and takes me on walks and to plays!”
“How lovely!” said Trevelyan, privately pitying Lady Orroat, for her displays of affection being so missed. She wondered, “Do you perhaps wish this crumble were for her, and not the Commander?”
Lady Erridge’s bright smile fell, and she looked to the ground. “Oh,” she muttered. “I have to admit, I had clean forgot about the Commander. Is that terrible of me?”
Trevelyan shook her head. “Not at all. I think it’s natural to miss someone so dear to you.”
Erridge’s smile returned. “She is so dear. I suppose I do wish this was for her. She certainly deserves such treats.”
“It definitely sounds that way.” Trevelyan loosed a hand, to pat Lady Erridge on her shoulder. “Next time, we shall make one for her.”
Erridge clapped. “Oh, yes! I should love for you to meet her. Perhaps, your crumble for her could be as mine is to the Commander, for I still wish to introduce you! You would make such a lovely match, and you would be able to rule over all of East Coldon!”
“Wouldn’t you like to rule over all of East Coldon?” Trevelyan suggested.
Erridge sat bolt upright, as if the thought was striking upon her for the first time. “Oh, now wouldn’t that be jolly? We could reunite Coldon! How lovely! And we would rule over it together, as the very best of friends!”
Internally, Trevelyan squirmed. One could very well lead a horse to water, it seemed, but one could not make it drink.
Nevertheless, the crumble finally cooked. Trevelyan released her control of the fire, and let it die back. With thick cloth, they retrieved the baking dish, and marvelled at their creation.
A golden, sugary crumble, topping a glistening syrup of soft apple. Little trails of juice had dripped and crisped on the sides, enticing the viewer in. Perfect.
Trevelyan had noted an increase of activity in the nearby kitchens towards the end of their cooking time; luncheon was almost served.
“Let us send it off with the rest of the food,” she told Erridge, “it can be his dessert.”
Erridge agreed. “How wonderful!”
Trevelyan called the kitchen maid from earlier—who brightened Erridge’s mood further with a compliment for their success—and asked her kindly to take the crumble to the Commander.
“And say it is from Lady Erridge and Lady Trevelyan,” Erridge instructed.
“No, no,” Trevelyan interrupted. “Lady Erridge, this was your idea. You should have the credit.”
“But you helped so greatly! It would not exist without you.”
“Lady Erridge, we may argue on this until the crumble goes cold, but as I would rather that did not happen, then I must put my foot down.” Trevelyan turned to the kitchen maid: “Say it is from Lady Erridge alone, please.”
Unwilling to insert herself into the argument, the maid nodded, and curtsied, and was soon on her way. Erridge watched her go, and then gave Lady Trevelyan one final surprise embrace.
“Thank you, Wicky,” she said. “My only wish now is that I could know how he likes it.”
“Worry not,” Trevelyan told her, with a wink. “I am sure I will have to deliver something to his office later.”
#unwanted#unwanted fic#no cmdr this chapter but there is wlw content so like. swings n roundabouts#dont worry he'll be back next chap#(and i have already written draft 1)
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Delicious Delirium
The sequel to A Catching Sickness
Adrien Agreste was delirious. He had to be, because there was no way that Ladybug, savior of Paris and love of his life, was standing anxiously at his bedside, looking down at him with a concerned expression.
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Adrien Agreste was delirious. He had to be, because there was no way that Ladybug, savior of Paris and love of his life, was standing anxiously at his bedside, looking down at him with a concerned expression.
Pity, too, because she looked absolutely gorgeous right now, and Adrien wished he could tell her that, but if he tried to, he’d end up talking to thin air and making a fool out of himself in front of Plagg again.
Adrien took a breath in through his mouth and screwed up his face. That’s right, he remembered, I caught some sort of illness from... something. I have a fever, and that’s why I’m seeing Ladybug in my room right now.
Satisfied with this explanation, Adrien tried to remember how long it had been since he took ill. Was it one hour, or one day? He tried to think of what had happened after he came back from a late-evening patrol yesterday and decided to ask his father to let him stay at home in the morning.
Aside from the knowledge that he’d talked to his father about being sick, Adrien had a blurry memory of a doctor checking up on him, although he couldn’t figure out whether it was at the office or somewhere else. It had looked suspiciously nice for a doctor’s office, so it was probably the latter option. He might have needed a shot, because there were several bandages decorated with little Ladybugs on his arm. On both arms. Adrien wondered how that had happened. Usually, all the shots went in one arm, and he’d never gotten this many at once before.
Struggling to remember more of what had happened in between the start of his fever and when he woke up, Adrien closed his eyes, even though Hallucination-bug looked slightly disappointed by that as his lashes slowly closed, reluctant to lose the vision in front of him.
As a new memory flashed across his mind, Adrien’s brow wrinkled. His father had been sitting by his bed, if that wasn’t just another fever-fueled hallucination. He’d talked to him, too, something about Monarch and Chat Noir.
Chat Noir, Adrien thought drowsily. If this fever killed Adrien, then who would tell Ladybug what happened to her partner? Maybe I should write a will, with special instructions about my ring, Adrien thought. It should go to someone who would always do their best to keep Ladybug safe. Someone protective... Hey, my father is protective! I should give it to him. Adrien chuckled at the thought of his lady coming face-to-face with a grumpy cat-eared Gabriel Agreste, who’d explain that his foolish son had gone and contracted some peasant’s disease and then had the audacity to die from it. Her face would screw up, and—
Adrien decided that he wanted to think of something else. His conversation with his father, maybe.
Adrien didn’t remember much of it, just that they’d gotten into an argument about why Mr. Pigeon was akumatized so many times. Adrien thought that Monarch had a secret affair with the man, while his father was very firm in expressing his opinion that Monarch did not really mean to send so many akumas to Mr. Ramier. It was just that his negative emotions were so strong that no nearby akuma could resist them, and Monarch would never have akumatized Mr. Pigeon so many times if he’d known that Chat Noir was allergic to feathers before. Father seemed to think that Monarch had decided never to akumatize Mr. Ramier again!
That was silly, because then how would Monarch continue to woo his lover?
Turning onto his left side, Adrien slipped a hand under his pillow. It hit a squishy lump of cheese, and Adrien grumbled unhappily. When he woke up for real, he would have to confront Plagg. Under the pillow was not a good place for his smelly piece of camembert!
Moving his hand out from under the pillow, Adrien cracked one eye open to see how covered in goop his hand was. If the damage wasn’t too bad, he could wipe the cheese off on the bed sheets and go back to sleep, but if not, then he might have to get up and wash it off. I don’t think I can do that right now, Adrien thought dismally.
Suddenly, a red-and-black spotted hand moved into Adrien’s line of sight.
“Here, let me help you with that,” a familiar voice said. Taking a cloth from a table that had been moved beside Adrien’s bed, Ladybug carefully wiped the fever-warmed cheese off his hand, shooting a glare at Plagg, who was curled up on top of Adrien’s hair.
“I thought I told you that Adrien wouldn’t appreciate having cheese stuffed under his pillow,” she said reproachfully.
The little cat swished his tail, tickling Adrien’s neck. “And I thought I told you,” he said lazily, “That lover-boy can’t even smell right now, so he can’t complain. And camembert is the best cure-all I know. Now he’ll get better sooner! You should be thanking me.”
Ladybug rolled her eyes. Adrien, who was looking up at her now with an awed look in his green eyes, moved his lips like he was asking a question. Nothing came out though, and he coughed once and tried again.
“Ladybug?” His scratchy voice managed to get all the sounds in her name right, but when his father — who was Monarch! — had still been there, he had butchered his pronunciation of ‘father.’ This must be proof that he was getting better! A bright smile lit up Ladybug’s face.
“Hi, chaton,” she said softly. “How are you feeling?”
Adrien could only continue to stare at the angelic vision in his room. “Ladybug,” he sighed, and a beatific smile spread over his face. “Ladybug,” he repeated in a warm whisper.
Ladybug’s face was redder than Adrien’s nose. “That’s me,” she said, her voice deciding to crack midway through the sentence.
“I love you,” Adrien murmured sleepily. He grabbed her hand, which was still hovering over his, and pulled it closer to him, shifting in bed to lie on his stomach. “You’re so smart, and strong, and talented, and beautiful, and—” Adrien continued to list complimentary adjectives in an increasingly difficult-to-understand voice as his pillow muffled his words.
Overbalanced by the weak tug on her arm, Ladybug teetered near the edge of his bed. “Chaton,” she said warningly. “I don’t think now is the best time for kitty cuddles!”
“A’ways goo’ time for cuddles,” Adrien insisted into the pillow. He pulled Ladybug’s hand under his chest, to rest over his thumping heart.
Ladybug tumbled onto the bed, catching herself before she fell on top of Adrien and squished her kitty’s delicate lungs.
“Adrien,” she protested, “You have to let go; you’re going to make me sick, too, if I stay here!”
Jutting out his lower lip in a pout, Adrien reluctantly released Ladybug’s hand from its awkward position.
Sighing, Adrien rolled over again, twisting the covers and sending Plagg off of his perch for the umpteenth time.
“I knew it had to be a dream,” he sighed with as much drama as his challenged lungs could allow for.
“What?” Ladybug asked as she maneuvered herself off of the bed without falling on top of Adrien.
“You called me Adrien,” he said regretfully. His ‘M’s sounded like ‘B’s. “And in real life, you don’t know who I am. So the only reason you would be here, and call me—” he paused to take a breath. “—Call me both chaton and Adrien is that I’m dreaming. Fever dreams are weird sometimes,” he said sagely. “One time, I had a dream that the Gorilla turned into a horse, and that doesn’t even make sense because he should have been a gorilla. And this time, I’ve been dreaming of you and Dad. Only in my dream, he found out that I was Chat Noir, because I was still transformed when I asked if I could stay home from school.” Adrien let out a breathless laugh at the idea that this could ever happen.
Ladybug’s lips stretched into a too-thin smile, and she laughed nervously in turn. “Eh-heh. Yep, that definitely did not happen, nope, no way!”
Launching into a flurry of action, Ladybug pulled the twisted covers out from under Adrien’s stomach and fixed them, tucking him in securely. Then she reached under his pillow, plucked out the wedge of camembert even when Plagg hissed at her, threw it out, and wiped her hands off on her suit. Making a face, she grabbed the wet cloth again and scrubbed furiously at the goo staining her red suit white.
“At least detransforming will take it out,” she muttered.
Adrien stared at her with bleary eyes. Yawning, he stretched his arms over his head, pulling the covers out of place and shivering as the cold hit his bare arms.
“You’re so pretty when you’re in control,” Adrien murmured sleepily.
Ladybug choked and tripped over the table legs, flailing her arms wildly as she tried to catch herself and the bowl of warm water that was already splashing onto the box of tissues.
“Hurk,” she said as she locked her eyes with Adrien’s.
“Like when you figure out a Lucky Charm,” Adrien continued after another long, deep breath. “Or when you’re taking care of someone. I like it best when it’s me,” he admitted with a sideways grin.
Ladybug tried not to swallow her own tongue. “Urgh,” she replied intelligently.
Adrien only smiled. “So pretty,” he murmured happily.
Turning onto his side, Adrien frowned. “I can’t get comfy,” he complained to Hallucination-bug. “I’m too hot and too cold. You’re just too hot.” He giggled when Hallucibug flushed redder than her suit.
Ladybug stood up, slamming the bowl of water down on the table and not caring when it spilled. “That’s it!” she whisper-yelled, crossing her arms over her chest. “I don’t care if you’re lucid enough to carry on a conversation, what you need right now is more sleep! I’ll just have to tell Mon— your father that you’re still sick, and make some get-well soup to make your fever finally break!
“Look,” she said in clear exhaustion, “When you wake up, I’ll still be here. Hopefully. And if not, then I’ll come visit you again as soon as I can! There is a very important conversation that we need to have, but we can’t have it until you realize that you’re not dreaming. So for now, what I need you to do for me, mon pauvre chaton, is rest and drink lots of fluids and not get any sicker! Okay?”
Ladybug’s question was answered with a snore.
Startled, she blinked. At some point during her speech, Adrien had rolled over again and closed his eyes, holding his hands close to the warmth of his chest. From his perch on top of Adrien’s left ear, Plagg smiled a toothy smile at Ladybug.
“Shh,” he said quietly. “You don’t want to wake my kitten up.”
Ladybug’s heart melted as she looked down at her sleepy partner.
“I won’t,” she said, lightly brushing a stray lock of golden hair out of Adrien’s eyes.
Bending down over the bed, Ladybug pressed a kiss to Adrien’s still-warm forehead, and scratched behind Plagg’s ears as she backed away slowly.
“My poor kitty,” she whispered sadly. “Sleep as long as you need to, and have sweet dreams! When you wake up, the world will make even less sense, I’m afraid.”
As her bugphone buzzed against her hip, Ladybug turned to leave the room and picked up the call from the police department.
“Hello, Chief,” she said. There was a pause, and then: “That’s right, sir. Monarch has surrendered.”
#this takes place in-between seasons 4 and 5 so the love square hasn't been completed yet#(that's 'reversed' for you peasants)#oh! if you are wondering#adrien did not actually get any shots#he just wanted the band-aids#so dear ol' gabe made sure he got some#ladrien#rosie-b writing#ml fanfic#miraculous ladybug#fanfiction#writing#ml leak free#miraculeakless#lovesquare#sick adrien agreste#adrien agreste#ladybug#plagg#crack
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🍯🍫pt 2
fyi: I am currently just typing on my phone I haven’t yet switched to my laptop to write. Im writing just for fun I’m not the best at punctuations so bear with me.
im giving our leading lady a name But you guys can definitely yourselves in its place.
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BLAZE MARIE’S pov:
4|1/2 hours earlier:
just getting back to New York from dc, i celebrated the 3rd annual “moechella” concert/movement. you honestly have to be from DC to understand what it for & about, or you could just google it lol .
feeling tired i headed to my new luxury apartment in Brooklyn courtesy of my favorite uncle who pays half my rent who just so happens to be the richest person in the family well at least on my mom side. finally home i immediately throw my duffle bag down at the front door then locking it after. my place was in complete darkness & a little cold just how I liked it , so I took a nap not only because I was tired but later on Im meeting my home girls to go to a new club called the double take in manhattan, which I was kind of reluctant to go because nothing is usually lit around there for my liking.
……….
A few hours later the time now being 9pm & my bff Kamaree told me to meet her & the others at club. already showered,shaved,and hair in a sleek low bun I still don’t know what to wear & by now the bed was covered with different outfit choices of shoes,clothes & purses , yet nothing came to mind. 
though I have an hourglass shape I’m definitely on the thicker side , a couple of love handles over here and I definitely have a belly pudge, and don’t get me started on the cellulite at the back of my thighs. *ugh* i hate it. but anyways I’m still a baddie, because my personality is fire and the face card never declines oh and I have ass for days…..
I finally decided on a simple but sexy little silk black dress with a slit on the side along with some black stiletto like wedges, while putting my favorite red lipstick on *ruby woo* i remembered that I had to bring some protection with me, walking back towards the bed kneeling down to reach underneath a little until i felt what I was looking for . pulling out the black case that encloses my Glock10mm. i bring this baby almost everywhere i can legally thanks to me being a veteran it definitely has its perks. I quickly put it in my sexy lace garter holster, making sure it blends in perfectly with no bulky ness in place I quickly head back to The bathroom to lay my edges and just as I’m finishing up kamaree calls me.
kamaree : 🗣 girl where are you!! come yo ass on, im not standing in nobody’s line even if it is ladies night.
me: ight, ight im omw now you ain’t gotta yell. gaahleee lol
I grabbed my keys,a little clutch purse , a palm sized wallet that inclosed my id credit/debit cards and a $20 bill, A quick look in the mirror and I was out the door. I walked out the building towards an old ass 1999 Nissan Ultima, I only kept it for sentimental values because this was my granddad’s car and he recently passed away this year and he left it to me…..
(15-20 minute passes by she gets to the club sees her other friends & they basically party the night away) 
The time was 3am & I was a little tipsy but not drunk I knew where I was at and where I was going,  my friends offered to walk me to my car but I insisted that I was OK and I had my “mousekatool” with me.
walking to my car I got my keys ready to unlock the door, coming up on the car I inserted the key and pull the handle, no good,
*ugh this stupid door*
i hate it when it jammed, I remember the trick my granddad taught me to open the door but me being a little tipsy I guess I didn’t have the strength to do it 
 unbeknownst to me two men were standing a block over watching the whole thing, and I guess to them I looked like an easy target , I could honestly see why I definitely wasn’t aware of my surroundings and what I had on didn’t make it any better nor was i fully sober. I finally got the door to pop open & just when it did masked men abruptly came behind me and ask for money & all my belongings, when I turned around there were two of them and they both had big ass knives.
thinking quickly and my adrenaline pumping, i acted like a helpless damsel in distress,
oh please don’t hurt me”
please take what you want”
as soon as I seen they were letting their guard down a little after taking my purse and keys
i quickly sprung my gun from my upper thigh holster took the safety off and yelled
GET THE FUCK BACK!!! , & DROP THE FUCKING KNIVES BEFORE I START BLASTING DICKS OFF…..
their eyes went wide as if they’d just seen a ghost they immediately put their hands up and did what was told….
and drop my keys and purse too bitches.
almost immediately after doing so the cowards took off running. 
and good thing too because I immediately fell to my knees and took a few deep breath‘s.  realizing what could’ve happened had I not had my protection.
just as I’m gathering myself , getting my keys,purse & wallet, i hear someone say proudly with glee
“YOU GO GIRL”
standing to my feet fast I yell
WHO’S THERE?….,,, CU….,CUZ NOW IS NOT THE TIME FOR GAMES MOTHER FUCKER!!
another voice says in a smugg tone
“Damn idk if im scared or turned”
gun still out & ready i step back so that my back can be on my car for cover…i say….
Look I don’t have anything for you, im just trying to get home…please just leave me be….pl…please
that same gleefully voice says,
“ We’re not gonna hurt love muffin where the good guys !! and we all just seen the whole thing go down, we were about to help you but you can clearly take care of yourself”
well who are you?…..and……. where are you ?
the voice says well…..
“if we show you who we are promise you won’t freak out and scream?”
“ oh and please put the gun away ma’am” 
Panic and curiosity now taking over my mind and body I reluctantly put my gun away and say
Okay!
with The quickness I hear multiple grunts & thuds behind The other side of my car.
I slowly, And I do mean slowly lift up to peek through the other side through the glass, and I see what looks to be shells in resemblance to turtle or tortoise. 
i stand all the way up, eyes wide i look in amazement & shock at four big ass turtle/human like men.
ummm hey….. i say nervously walking towards them
the orange masked turtle greeted me first with a energetic but sweet demeanor
mikey: hey wasssup girl im Michelangelo but everyone calls me Mikey
hey mickey i give a smile…
mikey: dame your more beautiful up close and you smell really good….
me: i slightly chuckle and blush thank you
then he introduced me to the other three, The one wearing the red mask is Rafael and he is big as fuck , body builders ain’t got shit on him he has a scar on his lip and was chewing a toothpick looking mean, The one in blue mask is Leonardo, he was buff as well but it was more defined, he looked like he had a “not to be played with attitude” but was chill with it.  then there was The last turtle wearing a purple mask, and the tallest & slimmest of the 4 named Donatello, sporting gadgets all over and wearing goggles and some taped together glasses… they are all very handsome actually.
mikey: WE ARE!! mikey says excitedly 
me: dame did i say that out loud?
mikey: see bro’s i told you we looked good.
Leonardo: hold on,we told you who we are, now whats your name?
me: oh you right, my fault slim…my…. my name is Blaze…. Blaze marie.
Leonardo: BLAZE !!! thats your name???? leo says with confusion and scrunched up face
me: LEONARDO that yours??? i fire back Quick with a slight sass behind it

Rafael & mickey bust out laughing
“she got you there fearless”
*Leonardo just rolls his eyes and walks away*
Rafael: i noticed ya accent, ur not from here are ya?
me: nah moe im frm dc
mikey: moe? what does that mean he says with curiosity.
oh its actually the same as saying bro or Shorty.. oh okay say’s Mikey i like it as he beams a bright smile at me. I guess it’s OK just a little weird says Rafael. i shot back with ah yea ok you big hater, me and Mikey giggle to one another. he scoffs and walks away still chewing on the worn down toothpick. out of my peripheral vision I can see the purple turtle eyeing me like aloof prey……. so i look up and say you like what you see huh with a sly smirk, he embarrassingly snaps out of his trance and says im sorry i was just in deep thought, i chuckled oh really what were you thinking about green bean. while stuttering he say’s i.. i ….ummm..i really love your eyes, they are beautiful i dont think i’ve seen anyone with grey eyes like yours they are truly breathtaking. damn bro you trying to push up my lady now say’s mikey lol , heat rising from my chest and a quick shiver running down my spine i say thank you to the man in purple. thank god im black cuz my cheeks would be red like a tomato right now





#tmnt#tmnt 2016#tmnt fandom#tmnt bayverse#tmnt mikey#tmnt leonardo#tmnt ralph#tmnt 2014#tmnt smut#tmnt x reader
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Rewatching Ninjago
(With no context other than the episode)
Skybound 5-6
Jays showing Cliff Gs home to the ninja?? Isnt he afraid theyll think he made a wish to gain all this unexpected new stuff?
Okay but why is Jay LYING
I mean it’s understandable if hes not ready to tell them he’s adopted yet
But saying you saved up for a place like that while just not getting paid for doing your main job, which is being a ninja, is a bit unbelievable
I guess saying your Cliff Gordon the actor of Fritz donnegans biological son is kinda unbelievable too.
Nya: We need to look at that lantern. Jay, Hit the lights!
Jay: Lights! Right! Yes. Light. Uhhhhh lights lights lights… Where are the lights….
HFBDJSNFNDNR
Cole: You saved up for this place? Baloney. Every time you get money you waste it on junk food and video games.
HE KNOWS JAY SO WELL 😭
They’re best friends your honor
Also they definitely wanted Cole to say Bullshit.
Jay: and it turns out! My dads cliff gordon!
Cole:…
Cole: Who?
NCNDJFNFNSNR
GOD jay and cole are literally acting how me and my best friend act when the other drops some gossip or a secret
Theyre that tiktok sound that goes like:
Jay: I wont tell a soul. 🫡
Jay: COLECOLECOLE COLE I NEED TO TELL YOU A SECRET-
Wait wait
Its CANON that theyre best friends? I thought that was a fanon thing but Jay JUST said Coles his best friend
I love them sm :)
Please tell me Zane still has his falcon in newer seasons
Clancy my beloved
Hes doing his best
THE DESTINYS BOUNTY IS IN PIECES AGAIN
The ninja are going to the island for the venom to defeat nadakhan
Ok but how does Jay explain Cliff Gordons boat.
NO. THEY GOT ZANES FALCON.
Nadakhan: Take it apart.. until it talks.
IT CANT TALK 😭😭😭 YOUR GONNA KILL IT FOR NO REASON 😭😭😭
Zane: why do I need a canteen?
Lloyd: there may be no fresh water on the island.
Zane: but… Im a nindroid… I repeat, why do i need a canteen? 🤨
Shdjksnfjdbebd
Jay. Why are you reading Cliff Gordons wooing woman book OUT LOUD.
Jay, reading: tell woman what they want to hear…
Nya: watcha reading?
Jay: AAAAH. UM! Im reading, uh, discovering the power of your feminine side 😃
Smooth.
Jays acting as their lightning rod on the ship lol
Also its canon he can get electrocuted by storm lightning multiple times and still be fine
Jay really doesnt want anyone else to be taken by djinn :(
NO WAIT IS ZANE GONNA BE TAKEN PLEASE TELL ME HE ISNT
Holy shit Zanes smart.
He quite literally predicted that Nadakhan would come for him from Jays reluctance. AND ONLY FROM THAT DOES HE KNOW JAYS SPOKEN TO NADAKHAN BEFORE AND COMPLETED TWO WISHES
I wish they showed this analytical side of Zane more
ZANE. LISTEN TO PIXAL.
Hes still as self sacrificial as ever.
Zanes trying to outsmart nadakhan and trap the djinn away. But I know he wont be able to no matter how intelligent he is :(
It would have made so much sense for Zane to be the savior of this season. He made some really good wishes. Its also incredibly out of character for him to “wish for it all to go away” after Nadakhan deleted Pixal. Zane could have simply said for Nadakhan to bring Pixal back and he’d have used up his wishes. He wouldnt have captured nadakhan but Zane would at least be alive.
Aaand they crashed the ship.
Cole cmon man at least give Jay a chance to explain himself.
His anger is valid since Zanes capture could have been prevented if Jay said something
BUT STILL
Jay didnt wish for the boat and mansion he wished to not be born in a junkyard and to be able to give Nya anything she wanted
COLE. YOU DIDNT HAVE TO SAY JAY SAW NYA IN HIS FUTURE REFLECTION.
THAT WAS UNCALLED FOR.
Jay: IN MY DEFENSE! I JUST LEARNED MY PARENTS ARENT BY REAL BIRTH PARENTS!!!!
Dude just say your adopted.
Me looking at Nadakhans sky village: I want to go there.
Jay. let go of the lady wooing book. You dont need it. IT GOT YOU INTO THIS MESS.
Please Jay stop complaining 🙃 even though I feel sympathy for you, pleaaase just read the room.
Jays pissing me off rn 💀
Just APOLOGIZE and EXPLAIN Yourself.
JUST STFU AND GET THE TIGER WIDOW VENOM.
theyre all so done with his shit 😭
Jay: HOW DO I GET VENOM WHEN HIS FANGS ONLY COME OUT WHEN HE TRIES TO BITE ME?!?!?!!?
Cole: THEN LET HIM BITE YOU.
Jay: IF I GET OUT OF HERE, IM GONNA BITE YOU.
Cole: 😶
JFNDJDNFJSNTJNR
THATS CANON?!?!?!
I SAW A DRAWING OF THAT EXCHANGE AND THOUGHT IT WAS MADE UP DHFBSJFBSJBF
Nadakhan: Delara was filled with fire too...
Nya: Not fire. I'm a tall glass of water.
HELL YEAH THE WOOING BOOK IS DESTROYED!!!!!!
Lloyd: HURRY UP AND GET THE VENOM.
Jay: IM SORRY! I NEVER HAD TO MILK A GIANT SPIDER BEFORE!!!!!
Cole landed a hit on Nadakhan!!!
Good for him honestly
Love how the ninja just phase through Cole sometimes it's so funny
They didn't even know how big the spider was and then Jay comes running out with a creature bigger than a bear on his trail
Jay: (about to get eaten alive by a spider)
Nadakhan floating with a teacup on his hand: Now would be a perfect moment for that second wiiiish...
Jay: FUCK. OFF.
Honestly with how many times the spiders grabbed Jay with it's fangs, it's hard to believe he hadn't touched the venom
Ohhhh so THIS is when he kidnaps Jay.
When did they get duck-tape 💀
Damsel in distress trope but it's the girl as the knight and the boy as the damsel
Imagine how Jay must feel though. His friends hate him. he (thinks he) lost the venom. And now he’s kidnapped.
Nadakhan: I can see why she once like ld you… You’re stronger than you appear. But I know it’s all an act.
Nadakhan: Deep down, you’re scared… You know your weak. You make jokes to mask that your afraid…
Damn.
Ok
Usually stuff like that is hinted at but to outright say it is something
Jay: (hanging off the bottom side of the ship like a spider with a ball chain on his leg)
Nadakhan: your not afraid, are you funny man?
Jay (somehow repositioning himself and cleaning the bottom of the ship) I LOVE IT. 😤
Hes such a little shit I love him
Cole (giggling after learning that they cant get off the island with their energy dragons)
Nya: Whats so funny! 😒
Cole: Oh, I was just thinking about what Jay might say…
Cole (with a perfect Jay impression): YOUR TELLING ME?!?!? THAT WE WENT TO ALL THAT TROUBLE TO GET THE VENOM AND NOW WE HAVE NO WAY TO GET OFF THIS ISLAND?!?!?!?
Cole: haha… Gone one day and I already miss him spazzing out.
Hes literally in love with him
(Platonically, for ppl who dont ship bruise)
Nya, girl, honestly you had every right to be mad at him. Dont feel guilty. Jay didn’t even apologize!!!! He also dialed up his little shittiness to 100 after that!!!! Hes fine 🙄
Its sweet that Lloyd trusts Jay to be strong
Cole and Lloyd: We can build a raft! Whats gonna stop us!
Nya: AN ENDLESS SEA FILLED WITH UNKNOWN CREATURES THAT WANNA EAT US??!?!?
Nya: That was uh, my Jay impression…
Clancy is so nice
Ive never heard Jay ever be this silent on frame
Its surreal.
Jays actually so clever
How is he moving and jumping around like that with a whole ass bowling ball attached to his leg 😭
GO JAY GO!!!!!
Now I remember why he's my favorite character :)
He got the note in the bottle to the ocean!!!!!
Man skybound was actually so cool I hate that it was erased from the timeline
Nadakhan: Eat! Have dinner with me. It's no trick!
Jay: ...
Nadakhan: 😃
Jay:
Jay: (starts devouring every consumable thing in front of him)
Jay: Sorry man, I don't know who this lost love of yours is. But she's not Nya! Nyas too good for the both of us. She makes up her own mind.
Well at least Jays got her character down
Nadakhan: Everything that is mine... I've had to work for. This food, this ship, this crew.
Jay: That accent :)
Okaaay. So if Nadakhan marries someone, he can have infinite wishes?
That makes no sense.
Lloyd: she'll be ready to sail soon.
Nya: Why are all boats she's?
Cole: uhhh idk! Maybe because it's takes a bucket of paint to make then look good?
Coles in his misogynistic arc
Cole (after Lloyd leaves): you know, I think the real reason sailors name ships after women is because we name them after the most important people in our lives. Mother, wives, sisters.
Ok he's forgiven
It's sweet that Coles standing up for Jay to Nya.
He called himself Jays best friend 🥺
Cole (trying to avoid the sand monsters): don't move... I think they're attracted to noise...
Lloyd: HEY GUYS! LOOK AT HOW MANY PALM LEAVES I FOUND- 📢📢📢
Nya used airjitzu for the first time!!!
I genuinely like nadakhans crew
Clancy: I can keep swabbing the deck if I like it! 😤 It relaxes me and I get to choose how it I wanna spend my free time!
Jaaaaay. You were manipulating so well!!! You just HAD to come off strongly.
Is it manipulation if it's the truth though? I mean Nadakhan ISNT telling his crewmembers everything.
Geez. This is kind of depressing to watch. Jay getting pummeled in a fighting ring by Nadakhans crew.
Nadakhan: You could… wish it all away?
Jay (on the floor absolutely totaled): bring it on.
Jays surprisingly stubborn and resilient
Clancy: you should eat food. you-you fought really well out there… held your own like a real pirate. Heres an eyepatch, so you can look like one!
Clancy so sweet :)
I understand that lego ninjago cant show blood or bruises but the way Jays voice actor is slurring his words gives a really good impression that Jay was beat up real bad :(
Flintlocke: you always talk to yourself?
Jay: Only when I think im by myself 😒
Ronin and the Chief got Nya Cole and Lloyd off the island!!!
I still dont forgive them though.
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Releases on March 28th, 2023
Summary
Eliza Pierce is a widow who runs Elegant Occasions, a party planning business, with her sisters. She's approached by her late husband's best friend Lord Foxstead with a request: His ward Mrs. March is a widow of a fellow soldier with a two year old son, and he wants Elegant Occasions to help her come out into society with the aim of finding a husband. Foxstead is inconveniently attracted to Eliza who comes to reciprocate, but their family histories have a way of catching up with them.
Some background:
I read The Truth About Lord Stoneville and How to Woo a Reluctant Lady from Sabrina's Hellions of Halstead Hall series a few months ago on the recommendation of my friend @viscountessevie. I also read the first book in her Designing Debutantes series for research (What Happens in the Ballroom is the second).
I could see a clear difference in Sabrina's writing between then and now. In the decade since she published the Hellions series, her dialogue has gotten less cutesy since, though no less humorous, and her heroines have gotten more *knowing*. Like, we've come a long way since Minerva asked Giles if that's a pistol in his pocket. Now, the Harper sisters get their sex ed from "Fallen Females" and casually insinuate they want to have an affair with the hero. Good for them.
My review:
I liked What Happens in the Ballroom's take on husband's-best-friend-pining-after-his-widow because it was less about the guilt of it all and more about dealing with the fallout of the husband's death, if that makes sense (although I do enjoy when a man feels aaaaaall the shame and guilt).
I also liked that Eliza (and Diana in the previous book) is willing to embrace the grey when it comes to her and Foxstead's relationship. There's not much holier-than-thou railing about him being a rake; instead, she just hooks up with him because she knows he'll make her feel good. Foxstead and Eliza are at their best when they're sneaking around to have sex in random carriages and failing So Hard at being cool ("They'll know we did it if your flowers I tucked between my tits are wilted!" "Dw babe just take them out and put them back in after we fuck in this carriage."). Foxstead is an ex-rake who was reformed by war. I think this makes for a more steady love interest (which, I suppose was the point here, especially compared to Eliza's late husband), but not necessarily a more entertaining one, particularly since his rakishness was diminished by the beginning of the story itself.
Speaking of familial obstacles, the situation with Mrs. March (the situation being, who is she?) carried throughout the story. There were some parts where her subplot and other family stuff overshadowed the romance. Like, I think even the Big Grovel was hijacked by it? The revelations kept coming even as the story neared the end, and that kinda took away from my enjoyment.
On a separate note, I liked the theme of sisterhood that continues into this book from the last one, particularly when it comes to sticking together through scandal, and how women navigate scandal. It also carries into Mrs. March's situation, which I did appreciate.
Thank you to Kensington Books and NetGalley for the ARC in exchange for my review.
#so... I do ARCs now guys#also I apologize for using the word spice#I thought 'sex levels' sounded kinda jank#can you tell I went ham on canva#netgalley#sabrina jeffries#arc review#historical romance#kensington books#kensingtonbooks
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Wishlist - Y’all... two words: Sensual Falconry
Well then, I have a new spicy topic I high-key would love to write: Sensual. Falconry. Listen…I would love to write something like this with my ladies. Just saying. 😊 It’s essentially sensory deprivation with roleplay but holy crap I think it’d be fun and spicy to write!
Okay…y’all…at the recommendation of a beloved podcast I listen to (Bonkers Romance – check them out), I read an older historical paranormal romance called “Beyond the Highland Mist” by Karen Marie Moning and just…y’all. (This is making my Southern come out real hard.)
In short, this woman from modern times is transported back into 1500’s medieval Scotland by fae magic and through a series of events ends up married to a Scottish Laird who is a master falconer. There’s a bunch of absolutely bonkers and bananas crap that happens but the important part (for this wishlist post, at least) is that he gets all hot and steamy with her by employing falcon training techniques on her to “tame” her. Like, the first scene where this happens he’s taken her into a broch (a smallish and very dark stone room) and he says the following (shortened to cut out the narrative stuff):
She heard his footfalls upon the stone floor. Dear heavens, how could he see her? But he was heading straight for her! She backed away slowly, stealthily.
“I am no stranger to the darkness, lass,” he warned. “I will find you. I am the finest of falconers.”
She said nothing, made no sound.
“A haggard is a wild, mature falcon,” he continued, a hint of a smile in his voice. “Usually a falconer is reluctant to assume the challenge of training one, but sometimes, upon a truly rare moon like the harvest moon we had last eve, the falconer espies a bird of such brilliance, such magnificence, that he casts all caution aside and traps the haggard, vowing to bind her to him. Vowing to make her forget all her wild free past—whether in darkness or in light—and give herself freely only to her future with her falconer… My sweet falcon, shall I tell you how I will tame her?”
Silence, absolute. They were circling in the darkness like wary animals.
“First I seel my lady, which is to deprive her of vision, with a black silken hood…Then I blunt her talons…I fasten jesses and dainty bells to her ankles so that I can be aware of her every movement, for I am in the dark too…Then a leash to tether her to her perch until I no longer need leash her. Until she becomes leashed of her own free will. And the best part—the long, slow process of binding her to me. I sing to her, the same sweet song until she grows accustomed to the sound of my voice and mine alone….”
Adrienne stepped slowly backward; she actually felt the breeze of him passing by her, mere inches away. Where was that wall?
She almost screamed when he found her in the blackness, struggled a long moment against his iron grip. His breath fanned her face and she struggled in his grasp. “Be still, sweet falcon. I will not harm you. Not ever,” he whispered huskily… “Aye, I’ll simply have to have you seeled. Or perhaps I should bind your hands and hood your eyes with silk, and lay you across my bed, stripped bare and laid wide open to pure sensation until you become accustomed to my touch. Would that tame you, sweet falcon? Could you grow to love my touch? Crave it as I crave you? ... A falcon must be wooed with relentless and rough love. By taking away her light, by seeling her, she learns to understand with all her other senses. Senses that don’t lie. The falcon is a wise creature, she believes only what she can feel, what she can hold in her talon or her beak. Touch, scent, hearing. By slowly being given back her sight and freedom, she is bound to the hand that restores these things to her. If she fails to trust in her master and doesn’t grant him absolute loyalty by the end of her training—she seeks to flee at every opportunity.” He paused, his lips a scant breath from hers. “None of my falcons have ever flown my hand without returning,” he warned.
“I am not a stupid bird—”
“Nay, not stupid, but the finest. A falcon is the only other bird that can match a hawk for flight, accuracy, and speed. Not to mention strength of heart. Would you soar for me, sweet falcon?”
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How has Shakespeare represented villainy and immorality through Richard III?
Shakespeare’s dramatisation of the historical villain King Richard III authentically examines the driving factors behind villainy and immorality. It portrays the age-old villain driven by personal resentment and spite in a new manner that is deep, philosophical, and considers the human condition, influenced by these heartfelt ideals of the Renaissance. Richard is an insightful representation of outcasts and black sheep. Born into a prestigious and happy family, he is hunchbacked and impotent, leading to a life of dejection and aloneness. Eventually, he becomes tired of this miserable fate and plots to take power. He murders his own family, sets them against each other, manipulates a lady into marrying him, and even kills his young nephews before finally being overthrown and killed in a rebellion against his tyrannic rule. In a monologue, Richard introduces himself as “I, that am curtailed of this fair proportion, cheated of feature by dissembling nature. Deformed, unfinished, sent before my time into this breathing world, scarce half made up.” He employs graphic visual imagery with great emphasis on his physical deformities to invoke shock and disgust from the audience, while simultaneously having deep sympathy for a life lived in such a state. Moral conflict is masterfully established as Shakespeare writes “Was ever woman in this humor wooed? Was ever woman in this humor won? I’ll have her, but I will not keep her long.” Through repetition, the audience is instantly torn between feeling sorry for Richard, unable to find a wife, and disgust for the manner in which he describes having and keeping a woman like an object. This is a clear representation of Shakespeare’s motivation for this composition, an exploration of whether personal tribulation is reason enough to justify immorality. However, this internal moral conflict is quickly annulled with the line “Shall I be plain? I wish the bastards dead, And I would have it suddenly performed.” Here, Richard blatantly and emotionlessly states that he would have his young nephews killed without reluctance, as they are the heirs to the throne he holds. This is Shakespeare’s powerful demonstration of all Richard would do to retain his power, despite the princes not even being a threat. It is a defining moment in the play that establishes Richard as an inarguable villain and takes his acts past the point of justification, no matter how much he has suffered in the past. Flawlessly, Shakespeare has explored the motives of a villain as well as the limits of justifiability, inspiring moral questions from the audience that further shaped the development of the Renaissance.
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“I suppose if you were inclined to misbehave, you wouldn’t exactly tell me the truth anyway.“
"Darling, you have a brother fond of holding a gun on me, a sister who can shoot anything that moves, two other brothers who’ve repeatedly threatened to thrash me, and a grandmother who buys off constables. Do you really think I’m fool enough to antagonize them by committing adultery?”
It was hard not to smile at that. “An excellent point.”
“I think so.”
― Sabrina Jeffries,
How to Woo a Reluctant Lady
(Hellions of Halstead Hall #3)
#book quote#how to woo a reluctant lady#sabrina jeffries#hellions of halstead hall#giles masters#minerva sharpe#historical romance#regency romance#quote#quotes#booklr#bookblr
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Why am i obsessed with Lucas!?! 😭 if he was to become a dad what kind of father would he be and I’m sure he would treat his wife like a queen….if they have a little girl….oof
Same, anon, same 😭 I feel this on so many levels haha honestly I'm shocked that I like Lucas so much. But I can't deny his ability to be sexy haha
Lucas is going to love his wife to pieces. Whoever the lucky lady is, she better be prepared for a romantic and intimate relationship. Flowers, bubble baths, massages, date nights, and random gifts. Lucas is spoiling his wife rotten.
We all know Lucas isn't a fan of kids. I have mixed feelings about Daddy Lucas. He’d be really reluctant but with help and guidance from MC he's slowly slip into the role of fatherhood.
If Lucas has a girl she's automatically the princess. She'd had Lucas instantly wrapped around her little finger. If Lucas has a son he'd definitely be there to play catch outside. Hed probably teach him how to woo the ladies also!
This also reminds me I should probably get back to writing something soon 😵💫
Thanks for reaching out anon 💛
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Doubts
Side-Story
Summary: Reader had a world wind meeting with Roman…a kidnapping…passion…but now its almost two weeks since Roman and her were together. Reader is convinced she knows how Roman feels. While Roman, is wondering where Reader is.
Note: This chapter falls directly between parts & 3 of Creative Fervor. Roman is here is not used to being in a relationship or caring for someone other then himself.
If you have read Gotham Lockdown 2020 or Gotham Surviving the Pandemic 2021, 🤪 Roman has continued to grow as a character, while (my consistent) Reader has been along side him.
You had poured yourself your fourth glass of wine. You were finally feeling no pain. That was exactly where you needed to be as you tried to start your new project.
Roman chuckled. “To think I was going to woo you while we would talk business.”
His voice echoed your mind.
You shook your head, squeezing your eyes shut. “You can still woo me, but I am all yours.” You could still hear your reply.
Your heart hurt. Why the fuck did it hurt. It honestly had all been a mistake. Thirteen long days since you and Roman came here and looked over what Jareth had done to your studio.
Seriously, his men had kidnapped you, albeit by accident and somehow you both had ended up fucking. He was so magnificent, the power he exuded. Your old infatuation had bubbled to the surface. You had not been in the right state. So what if he remembered you coming in that rainy night. You had not seen or heard from him.
Obviously, after a few quick fucks he had now. Just like all the other girls who apparently caught his eye. At least that is what you had read in the papers.
You refused to let yourself cry one more time. You were a lady, a woman. A casual fuck wasn’t exactly a bad thing, women did it all the time. And heck, he was one of the handsomest men in Gotham.
You could try and bop Bruce Wayne after all these years and have both men as a notch on your scissors. You threw your head back and chuckled. That thought had made you smile. Designer by day, torrid sexual liaisons with all the eligible men of Gotham at night. You chuckled again.
******
This was day thirteen. He paced in front of his desk. Where was she? Why had he not heard from you. Usually he had to push the girls away. But you, you just vanished.
“You can still woo me, but I am all yours.”
The memory of your sweet voice still echoed in his ear. Damn you! Usually he didn’t care but you were different. The memory of you tugged at him.
He wanted your perfume tickling his nose, he wanted to watch your eyes as he was in you. Damn, he wanted to also just talk to you. Something about you fascinated him.
“Zsasz!” Clenching his fists, he hollered.
“Yes boss.” He scratched the back of his head, after he entered his office.
“Was there any response to the flowers or the bolts of fabrics?”
“The what?”
“The fabric I had you order and send to Y/N… The fucking bouquets?”
He watched as the shorter man bowed his head. Rarely, did Zsasz ever look sheepish or even reluctant. But now that look washed over his face. He only ever saw it when he fucked up.
“Zsasz, what did you fucking do?” He snarled.
“I thought you were fucking kidding.”
Roman closed the distance. “What about ‘get a really nice bouquet and send it to Y/N’ was funny?”
The man didn’t look at him, his shoulders slumped.
“Or what about ‘I think these are some great fabrics, go and buy them from here and have them sent over to Y/N with my wishes’.”
“Nothing.” He barely looked at him.
“Then why didn’t you do it?”
“You’ve never done that before.” He could barely hear his voice.
“Man, when you fuck up, you fuck up.”
He stormed out of his office. He went over to his walk-in closet. He chose a fresh suit jacket. He ran a comb through his dark strands.
“Roman, you have a meeting in an hour.”
Roman stopped and turned. “Fucking cancel it. They can wait.”
He made it to the elevator and took it down.
Once there, he eyed the rack of keys.
“Sir, where can I drive you?” His driver, sat up and was alert.
“I’m driving today.”
He grabbed the keys to his ‘66 Mustang. Maybe you’d like that. Maybe the two of you could drive down to the wharf. But first the fashion district and then he’d grab some flowers.
*****
He sighed, shrugged out of his suit jacket and laid it in the passenger seat. He put the bolts of fabric in the back. Turning the corner, he found a florist. This was easier than he thought.
Finally, with a roar of his engine he began making it to the slice of Gotham where your studio was. He even smiled. This would be great, he’d explain the two of you would be back on.
*****
Sliding out of his car, he smoothed his hair and straightened his jacket once he slipped it back on. He grabbed the bouquet, went over and pushed the industrial bell. He stepped back and waited.
******
You turned up your music, feeling a good warmth from the wine. You wiggled happily about as you got to work.
Soon, your hand was moving this way or that way. The Mad Hatter’s chair soon took shape before you.
*****
He pushed the button again. Still no response. He pressed his lips together.
Perhaps he could see if your door was open. If you were out, maybe he could leave it all and then call or perhaps leave a note.
He brought a gloved hand down to the doorknob and he stopped. He hesitated. He could just walk.
Like a ghost, he remembered how strong you looked when he had first approached and even stronger when you saw the full extend of what that Jareth did to you. On principle alone, when he got back into town, he would be handling him personally.
He nodded to himself. He had to get to know you better. Inhaling, he twisted the knob. He could feel the cold metal through the fabric of his gloves.
Music almost as loud as it would be at the club greeted him. No wonder you had not heard the bell.
He closed the door behind him. At a fair distance he stopped and called to you. He didn’t want to startle you.
“Y/N.” He called out.
Nothing. Had you even heard him. He shouted again. Nothing.
As he looked around and he came closer, he saw you and that you had painted over the spray painted vulgarities Jareth had left in his wake. The paint was newish, it made his nose twitch.
Placing the bouquet down, he stopped. Something prickled at him. This was new to him. He looked back at the door, then looked back at you. The way your curves were under your slouchy shirt, the way your shorts were way too short. He was reminded of how much he really wanted all of you.
The urge to go up behind you filled his mind’s eye. He’d let his hands slip under your shirt, you’d feel so soft and warm. It made his breath catch, he bit the inside of his cheek. Damn, he really wanted to nuzzle your throat. Or perhaps he’d lay a hand on it, delighting in how his glove would look against your soft pale skin. His stomach churned.
He watched as you sat back and looked at your canvas. Now or never. He closed the distance.
He placed his hands on your shoulders. “Hi baby.” He managed before you screamed and managed to free yourself from his hands. Leaping up, you were flat against your easel. Your eyes were wide, darting around for an escape. But then when you saw him, your face relaxed. But the expression he could not read.
He stepped back and raised his arms. “Hi baby.”
Now you were the one who closed the distance. You pushed him. He was so shocked he actually stumbled back. But then he composed himself and grabbed your by your wrists before you could push him again.
“What kind of greeting is this?” You wiggled and he wasn’t going to let you go. “Stop.”
Your eyes were aflame, damn if that wasn’t sexy. “I’m not a convenient fuck.” You snarled. He could smell something, maybe wine mingling with your perfume he had so missed.
He brought your hands down. He knew sometimes it worked for him. His migraines made his anger explode. It was only once or twice that he'd allow Black Canary or Zsasz to calm him this way. You continued to wiggle. “Stop!”
“No.” Your voice broke.
“You’re not.” He shook your hands as he continued to hold them and brought them down again. “Zsasz fucked up and never sent my messages.” His voice was firm. Some of the anger he had bottled up came through in his voice.
You stilled. “What messages?” You raised your eyebrows, as the flames that were still burning in your eyes met his.
“That I wanted to see you again.”
“Really?” He had to admit, seeing a breathlessness coming over you was delightful. He finally let go of your wrists.
“Yes, damn it.” He ran his fingers through your hair. “I had told him to send you some flowers. And when I didn’t hear from you after those, I sent some fabrics.
Seeing you rub your wrists, he felt a little bad about that. Though the idea of pinning them above you entered his mind and he did like that.
You put a hand on your hip. “Really?”
He nodded. “To correct his fuck up,” He gestured to the bouquet on the table. “I brought those. And in my car are some fabrics I thought you might like.”
******
You followed him out to his car and gasped. “Roman? Where’s the rolls?”
He shrugged. “I didn’t want the driver in tow. I want this between us.” You watched as he pressed his lips together, his eyes softened. “I should have never delegated when it came to you.”
Those words brought a sweet beat to your heart.
“You are a very busy man.” You acknowledged.
“I am, but...” His voice trailed off. He opened the door then. He made a grand sweeping gesture. “These are the fabrics.”
Shock filled you as you looked over the dynamic array of fabrics. There were several types, colors and patterns. You leapt at Roman, hugging him tight. You felt as he stiffened but then relaxed. You smiled up at him. “They all look so wonderful." You enthused.
He smiled, it was that kind of smile that hit you. It was soft, it reached the blue in his eyes. He was behind it. The wine still strong in your system made tears prickle and fall down your cheeks. The smile disappeared.
“I- did I fuck this up too?” His voice was almost hollow.
“No… No. I just drank too much wine. These… These...” You let one arm drop so you could gesture. “These are wonderful. Thank you so much.”
You don’t know what came over you, but right there you went up on your tiptoes the best that you could and you peppered his chin with kisses.
He chuckled and actually kind of wiggled. “Y/N, ok… Ok. That tickles. Let’s um… Get these inside.”
******
Clad now only in his t-shirt and slacks, your messy ponytail was gone and your hair loose. Like Roman preferred. You were cuddled in his lap.
You both had put away the fabrics, after looking at them all. They went where they should and that took a little pulling and tugging till they were all tucked away. So now you two sat and rested.
“Is my baby going to tell me what she has been up to while we were apart?”
You rose your head from the wonderful nook of his shoulder and throat. “I tried working on the Mad Hatter’s chair, but I missed you too much.”
“So you missed me?”
You nodded. “Yeah. I wanted to spend time with you. How, I have no idea.” You shrugged. “But somehow.”
“We’ll think of something. I’d like you to spend the night.” A smirk that sent butterflies, curled his lips.
“Oh?”
His eyes twinkled. “Yes. We have more catching up to do.”
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Hi Steph! How you’re doing? First of all, I wanna say that I love your lists. So, I was wondering, do you have some long Johnlock fics? Like, with a bunch of chapters and all that. Thank you!
Hey Nonny!!
I absolutely do! And you know what?? I’m gonna be selfish: No one has ever EVER asked me for my shorter long fics, so I’m going to take this opportunity to finally release this list, because it’s been sitting in my drafts for YEARS lol. BUT you can check the list below for the links to all my longer-fics lists! Happy reading!!
NOVELLA LENGTH FICS: 20-25K
See also:
Novella Length Fics: 25 to 50K (Aug. 2019)
Novel Length Fics: 50 to 100K (Nov. 2018)
Novel Length Fics: 50 to 100K Pt 2 (May 2020)
Novel Length Fics: 100K+ w. (May 2019)
Novel Length Fics: 100K+ w. Pt 2 (Aug 2020)
Through the Clouds by Mazarin221b (E, 20,004 w., 6 Ch. || Retirement, Home Improvement, First Time, Romance) – Sherlock takes a remarkably early retirement at 47, and convinces John that a change of pace would do them both good. They buy an old cottage on the South Downs, and exchange their nonstop life in Baker Street for quiet contemplation, bee studies, and book writing. They might go completely insane, but sometimes it takes stepping outside of the life you're living to find the life you want. Part 1 of Through The Clouds
A Life Well-Lived by Kate_Lear (E, 20,121 w., 1 Ch. || Original Male Character, Sherlock Woos John, Jealous Sherlock, Reluctant Bi-John, Past Abuse, Insecure John, Reassuring / Caring Sherlock, Protective Sherlock, Understanding Sherlock) – John got scared off men by an abusive past relationship. Sherlock has to try and woo him while not scaring him off with protective possessive rage.
The White Lotuses by SilentAuror (E, 20,340 w., 1 Ch. || Slow Burn, Domestic, Romance) – One day John realises that he just isn't where he belongs, which is back at Baker Street with Sherlock. So he goes back and Sherlock, in his own way, courts him. Romance.
Out of the Woods by SilentAuror (E, 20,471 w., 1 Ch. || Post S4, Romance, Slow Burn, Flirting, Drunk Sex, Practical Jokes, POV Sherlock, Bottomlock, Possessive John, Pining Sherlock, Frustrated Wanking, Frottage, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, First Kiss/Time, Virgin Sherlock, Love Confessions, Soft Sherlock, Dancing, Bum Appreciation, Hanging out with the Yard) – Sherlock is fairly certain that John has taken to flirting with him of late, but can't be entirely certain of it. At least, not until a case takes them into a forest, along with Lestrade's team and something happens that will change everything about their lives...
You're On the Air by prettysailorsoldier (M, 20,616 w., 1 Ch. || Unilock, Matchmaking, Radio, Christmas, Christmas Fluff, First Kiss, Friends to Lovers, Sherlock POV, Pining Sherlock, Flirting, Bisexual John) – The Consulting Detective and The Woman dominate the airwaves of their university radio station, doling out advice on everything from meeting the parents to sexual positions. When their ratings start to dip before the holidays, however, manager Mike thinks it's time for some fresh blood, and who better to fill in the gaps than rugby captain--and notorious flirt--John Watson? Part 1 of 25 Days of Johnlock
whiskies neat by Ellipsical (E, 20,660 w., 15 Ch. || Alternate First Meeting, POV Second Person Sherlock, Slow Burn, One Night Stand, Rimming, Blow Jobs, Anal, Soldier John, Crying, Emotional Lovemaking, Switchlock) – Home and hearth and whiskies neat, or, alternatively, Sherlock Holmes falls in love.
Achieving the Together-Coloured Instant by teahigh (E, 20,776 w., 1 Ch. || Est. Rel, PTSD, Codependency, Fluff & Angst, H/C, Smut, Demisexual Sherlock, Experiments) – John wonders if this is how it’s going to be: A life speaking in code, because they’re both too stupid to figure out how to say, “I love you.”
Winter's Delights by Kate_Lear (E, 21,173 w., 1 Ch. || Holmes Family, Christmas, Fake Relationship, Friends to Lovers, Bed Sharing, Domestics) – Sherlock takes John home for Christmas to meet the extended Holmes family. Part 1 of Winter's Delights
Once More, With Feeling by cellard00rs (T, 21,178 w., 7 Ch. || John’s Family, Fake Relationship, Romance, Fluff, Humour) – To put off his meddlesome, matchmaking mother, John convinces Sherlock to play the role of his significant other. Unparalleled awkwardness ensues.
Love Is by SilentAuror (E, 21,508 w., 1 Ch. || Angst, UST / URT, Post HLV, Romance) – At Mrs Hudson's urging, Sherlock finally decides to tell John how he feels about him. Part 1 of Love Is
echoes through time by chellefic (E, 21,619 w. || First Time, Romance, ACD & BBC, Epistolary) – Mummy sends a trunk from the Holmes cottage in Sussex to 221B. Its contents alter the way John and Sherlock see themselves and one another.
The Real Meaning of Idioms by feverishsea (T, 21,691 w., 1 Ch. || Texting, Humour, Post S2) - After two weeks away, John finally texts Sherlock. He doesn’t expect Sherlock to respond. He doesn’t expect Sherlock to keep texting him. And he really doesn’t expect things to spiral out of control so rapidly.
5 Times John Got the Girl (and lost her) and 1 Time John Got the Guy (and kept him) by LiviKate (M, 21,695 w., 6 Ch. || 5 and Ones, Kissing, Oblivious / Awkward Sherlock, BAMF / Sexy / Stud John, Embarassed John, John’s Scar, Hurt/Comfort, Jealous Sherlock) – John has always had good luck with the ladies. He's charming, friendly and funny, not to mention great in bed. However, his usual skill with the opposite sex is constantly being thwarted by Sherlock and his outbursts. How will John ever get a leg over when Sherlock is always cockblocking him?
Brief Conversations with the Woman by May_Shepard (E, 21,906 w., 20 Ch. || Pining, Love Fairy Irene, Filler Fic, UST/URT, Drug Use, Clueless Sherlock, Relationship Advice, Angst w/ Happy Ending) – Sherlock has a puzzle to solve, and his name is John Watson.
When to Let Go by KendylGirl (M, 22,109 w., 8 Ch. || Friends to Lovers, Reverse Reichenbach, Sacrifice, Forgiveness, Angst, Love, Implied Drug Use) – What if it were John who had to die to thwart Moriarty's plans? John's supposed death shatters Sherlock, and when he returns, it will challenge the pair to forge a path of forgiveness, to peace, and to find a way back to each other. Part 1 of When to Let Go
A Shipless Ocean by myswordfishmind (M, 22,135 w. 4 Ch. || Post-TRF, John has a Kid) – Ten years after the fall Sherlock goes back to London to find that John no longer lives there. Instead, he resides in a seaside town, a widower, and the father of a seven year old son. Now, Sherlock must struggle with the fact that there may no longer be a place for him in this new world.
Ghost Stories by SwissMiss (M, 22,256 w., 1 Ch. || Pining, Holmes Family, Christmas, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Bed Sharing, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, First Time) – Sherlock's parents think he and John are a couple. They might be onto something.
The One With the Proposal by kim47 (E, 22,375 w., 3 Ch. || Fluff, Romance, Marriage Proposal) – Proposing shouldn't be this difficult.
Sonatina in G Minor by SilentAuror (E, 22,574 w., 1 Ch. || Case Fic, POV Sherlock, Angst, UST, Sherlock’s Violin, Post-S3, Romance) – John has come back to Baker Street, but Sherlock doesn't understand the strange tension between them, even after he begins teaching John to play the violin at John's request.
Dear John by wendymarlowe (E, 23,031 w., 64 Ch. || Post-TRF, Online Dating, Pining, Epistolary, Cybersex, Long Distance Romance) – With Sherlock dead, John eventually (under duress) makes a profile on an online dating site. And falls into a long-distance relationship with an enigmatic partner who reminds him of Sherlock in all the right ways. (Hint: it turns out to be Sherlock.) Part 1 of Dear John
Knotted by naughtyspirit (E, 23,166 w., 4 Ch. || UST/URT, Cuddling, Sharing Body Heat, Confessions, Kissing, Mastrubation, Frustration, BAMF!John) – John has to cancel a date because of Sherlock's case, which leads them to be tied up in a basement from which they have to escape. They get wet, get tied up close and John has to step up and save them. Because he's pretty. And hot. And just a little bit of a BAMF.
You Can Imagine the Christmas Dinners by ardenteurophile (T, 23,584 w., 9 Ch. || Pre-Slash, Drama, Fluff & Angst, Humour, Romance) – Sherlock takes John along for Christmas dinner with Mycroft and Mummy (And "Anthea", too). Over the course of the evening, John realises that everyone in the room - apart from him - seems to think that he and Sherlock are a couple. Part 2 of Xmas Dinners Verse
Once Upon a Beast Becoming by antietamfalls (T, 24,042 w., 6 Ch. || Beauty and the Beast AU || Magical Realism, Folklore, Celtic Mythology) – An act of pride, a druid’s curse, an enchanted leaf; Sherlock’s torment has lasted an age. Hope arrives in the form of one John Watson, a man uniquely suited to break the spell. But with a single night to win his affections, Sherlock finds his carefully laid plans disrupted by a monstrous killer whose sights are set on the only thing he has left to lose: John.
The Kepler Problem by kinklock (E, 24,270 w., 1 Ch. || Sci-Fi AU, Alien Sherlock, Space Repairman John, Alien Biology, Horny John) – Working in uncharted space exploration was not as exciting as John had hoped, especially when it turned out to be mostly bot maintenance on uninhabited planets. However, the mystery of the repeated, unexplained malfunctions on planet BAK 2212 might turn out to be exactly the kind of adventure he'd been craving.
Maintaining A Personal Life by Gingerhermit (E, 24,284 w., 6 Ch. || Alternating POV’s, Bisexuality, BAMF!John, Jealous Sherlock, Romance / Drama, Sort-of Case Fic, Peril & Angst, Love Confessions, Toplock, Soft Idiots in Love, Post S3) – Sherlock and John discover some interesting revelations about each other’s sexuality, which lead them both to question the assumptions they've made about one another for years. In the midst of their mutual discoveries, a dangerous psychopath looms on the side-lines who threatens to destroy their new beginning.
The Sexual Awakening of Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John Watson by suitesamba (M, 24,579 w., 10 Ch. || Post-TRF, Case Fic, H/C, First Kiss/Time) – Sherlock owes Mycroft a favor. Mycroft calls in that favor by offering Sherlock's consulting services in a charity auction. Sherlock and John soon find themselves at the country manor of Mrs. Ives-Patton Smarmington III - not very coincidentally a long-time friend of Sherlock's mother - where they are reluctant participants in her Murder Mystery Weekend. It's a play within a play for Sherlock and John, and their roles for the weekend event bleed over into their real lives, waking the sleeping dragons within.
Tomorrow's Song by agirlsname (M, 24,645 w., 5 Ch. || Post-TRF, POV Sherlock, Angst with a Happy Ending, Virgin / Repressed Sherlock, Love Confessions, Slow Burn, Pining, Jealous Sherlock) – How can he think a relationship with me would be a good idea? I am the sort of person to take a break from my life and when I come back after two years, I expect to find it exactly as I left it. In reality I find it shattered to pieces. (I actually equate you with my life. When did I start doing that?)
State of Flux by Atiki (E, 24,655 w., 4 Ch. || Sherlock POV, Slow Burn, First Kiss/Time, Friends to Lovers, Frottage, Cuddles and Snuggles, Awkwardness, Insecure/Virgin Sherlock, Romance) – John’s marriage is over and he is finally back home (i.e. at Baker Street, where he belongs). Sherlock is awfully insecure and John is awfully hesitant, and they're both awkward idiots, of course, but they figure it out. Many First Times happen.
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