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illiterateaffairs · 1 year

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DISTRACTIONS II | ALONE AT MIDNIGHT

pairing: jamie tartt x f!reader (ted lasso)

rating: T

word count: 2,880

summary: jamie refuses to let you go home alone again

A/N: what could THAT mean?

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After almost three months with the club, you and the team are now celebrating a seven game win streak.

Rebecca has somehow managed to convince a star football player called Zava to join AFC Richmond (you still weren’t sure if that was his first name or last name) and they haven’t lost a match since. While very gifted at football, you wouldn’t exactly call Zava your favorite player to work with. He was self-centered but not at all self aware. For some reason the team worshiped him but you could hardly understand why. With what you heard about how much they couldn’t stand Jamie when he used to be more selfish and stuck-up, you didn’t get why they’re putting up with Zava. Maybe it was just the thrill of back-to-back wins. They were all the happiest you’d ever seen them so you kept your thoughts to yourself.

Well almost all of them were happy. Anytime the team went out for drinks to celebrate their recent victories (even days after on a random Wednesday - any excuse for a pint, as Isaac would say) Sam convinced you to tag along. That’s how you started spending time getting to know more guys like Isaac and Colin and Dani. But even as you bonded with them, you couldn’t help but notice Jamie. You’d always find him sulking in a corner with a beer in his hand, or half heartedly making conversation with one of his teammates. You’d spoken to him a few times over the last several weeks, and while you’d talk about your weekend or share jokes about other players or even the coaches (apologies, Uncle Ted), your conversations were never lengthy or of substance. So you ignored the urge to check up on him during these nights.

You’re out again tonight - except this time it's the entire club. Coaches, staff, and all are gathered at Sam’s restaurant Ola’s for an unofficial opening celebration in honor of the team’s seventh straight win. You’re sipping champagne by the bar with Rebecca and Keeley, when they have to introduce you to Rebecca’s old friend Sassy. You’ll love her! And of course you do. Everyone you encounter here is the best person you’ve ever met. Although your ears bleed when Sassy alludes to going home with Ted later. Rebecca secretly gives you a simultaneously apologetic and amused look, to which you can only laugh through your embarrassment.

As you sip your champagne, you can’t help but look on as your work family mixes and mingles and laughs together. You try not to beam at Sam, who you’ve told you’re proud of a million times that night, as he talks to his chef friend. You look on curiously as Colin introduces a friend of his to some other members of the team. You even feel comforted when you see Roy sit down next to Jamie, hoping someone can get that boy out of whatever funk he’s in. Even Zava makes a surprise appearance but you keep from rolling your eyes.

You’ve really become comfortable here the last few months. You try to remember the last time you’ve felt this happy and content and you come up blank. You’re surrounded by people you actually like and a job that sustains you both financially and spiritually. Now if only you could write a word of fiction you were proud of, but baby steps will have to do.

You’re not a superstitious or paranoid person, but as soon as you start dwelling on how great your life is going, you know that you’ll jinx it.

And you do.

As Rebecca begins telling you and Keeley about the psychic reading she had recently, your phone buzzes in your back pocket. You figure it's a text from your dads and don’t want to miss an opportunity to connect with them even briefly, since you’ve been so busy. Instead of finding a text from your family group chat, you see an Instagram notification.

Mason_Andrews has posted for the first time in a while.

Stupid Instagram and their stupid irrelevant notifications.

You know you shouldn’t look. You’re having a great time, and you haven’t really thought about him in weeks. But you’re so curious. Besides, you really need to make the move to unfollow him and this could be the perfect opportunity to do so.

So you click the notification banner and Instagram opens to a picture of Mason- with his arms wrapped around an eerily familiar red-head.

He’d told you he barely knew the girl, as the two of you fought that night; that she didn’t mean anything to him.

Apparently she did now. They looked extra cozy, all dressed up in cocktail attire at what must have been one of Mason’s work events. My girl, the caption reads simply. Your fingers move faster than your brain as you tap the image to see the girl has been tagged. Her handle tells you her name is Chloe. You know if you start digging any further you’re going to drive yourself crazy. But if you don’t look and go on the rest of the night trying to forget about it, you’ll feel even crazier. So you decide you need to get out of there as soon as possible.

Under the guise of exhaustion, you bid your farewells to Keeley and Rebecca. You catch Ted’s eye over Sassy’s shoulder and wave. He mouths back a “get home safe”. You don’t even try to get Beard’s attention with his girlfriend Jane in his lap. Roy gives you a nod and you briefly make eye contact with Jamie as Keeley’s friend and coworker Shandy talks off his ear, giving him a small smile as you head to the front. You let Sam know you’re calling it a night, and he begs you to stay for a little while longer, but you just hug him tighter and promise to be his first customer when Ola’s officially opens. He flashes his contagious, thousand-watt smile and you almost feel better, accepting the green matchbook as a keepsake that you know you’ll never part with.

Leaning against the brick of the restaurant, you mean to call an Uber, but end up giving in and immediately start cyber-stalking Chloe. You’re nearly a full year down her Instagram grid when the door jingles beside you, causing you to jump.

“Jesus Christ,” you mutter, palming your chest to calm your rising heart rate.

“Didn’t know you were so religious,” Jamie snickers from beside you, seemingly a bit more upbeat than he was earlier in the evening.

You snort, relaxing a bit, “Says the guy with the cross earring.”

He smirks, “It's a fashion statement, ever heard of it?”

“My sincerest apologies,” You hold your hands up playfully in surrender, “I’m surprised you're alone.”

He raises his eyebrow. “Why?”

“Well it seems if Shandy had her way, you’d be leaving with her.”

Jamie takes a deep breath, “Shandy is…a lot. I think she wanted to take a bite out of me.”

You laugh at the pained expression on his face, “What, you’re not into that sort of thing?”

He gets a mischievous glint in his eye and you know you’re going to regret having said that, “Well, I’m usually the one doing the biting.”

“My God,” you groan, closing your eyes.

“There you go with the religious expletives,” he tsks, “You know you shouldn’t use the lord’s name in vain.”

“I will try to do better.”

Your breathy laughs die out together.

“So, what about you?” Jamie asks.

“What about me?”

“Don’t tell me you’re walking home alone again from here.”

You’re reminded of what you were supposed to be doing. “Oh, no, I was actually about to order an Uber.”

“Fuck that. My car is down the block, let me drive you.”

“Jamie, you don’t have to do that.”

“I’m not letting you waste your money when I have a perfectly good car and empty passenger seat. Let’s go.”

He doesn’t give you another second to consider when he’s already rounding the corner of the restaurant.

Moments later you’re putting your address into Jamie’s phone from his passenger seat, and you appreciate that he only made fun of you a little for almost getting in the driver's side. (“Hey, if you want to take a shot at driving on the correct side of the road, be my guest.” “Listen, It doesn’t make sense that everything is on the other side!”) You’ve been driving for a few minutes with only the soft sound of the radio playing when you finally let yourself ask.

“So, why the long face all night?” you inquire, “I don’t know much about non-American football, or American football for that matter, but I thought winning several games in a row was supposed to be a good thing.”

Jamie shakes his head, “It is.”

“Thank you for clarifying,” you smile slightly, “But?”

“But,” he sighs, “I don’t love how we did it.”

“What do you mean?”

“It's this whole Zava thing,” he admits, not taking his eyes off the road as you watch him, “Everyone is acting like he’s some God, and sure, he’s a great player, but we…stopped playing as a team. I liked it better that way. Now it's the Zava show.”

You nod, “I get what you mean. I don’t get the hype about Zava either.”

He glances at you for a brief second before focusing on the road again. “You don’t?”

“Yeah, he’s all words and no substance. He says things but it doesn’t mean anything. It's irritating. Honestly, when he walked into Sam’s I had to force myself not to leave immediately.”

He laughs with you, “I feel like you’re the only other person who see’s through his shit.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t really have patience for self-centered jerks. Even if they’re good at kicking a ball around or whatever.”

Jamie’s smile falters a bit. “You know I used to be a lot like him.”

You bite back a laugh, “No way.”

Your sarcasm takes him by surprise. “I thought you weren’t into football?”

“Football? No,” you admit slowly, “One of my old coworkers, though, had an affinity for British dating shows…”

You swear you see a bit of color drain from his face under the glow of the street lights, “Ah shit.”

You can’t help but giggle, “Yeahhh, I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry? You’re the one who suffered through watching that crap.”

You can’t help but join when a laugh breaks through his words.

“It wasn’t that bad.”

“That bad? I was a total prick.”

“Oh yeah you were a douchebag, but it made great TV.”

He can’t help but laugh with you despite himself. “Yeah, I guess.”

“But you don’t seem like that guy anymore,” you reassure, “I don’t think the guy who broke Amy’s heart would offer to drive a girl you barely know home.”

“I’m trying not to be,” he muses softly. “But you’re right about one thing. I barely know you and you’ve probably seen more of me than either of us would like to admit.”

You chuckle, feeling your face get hot. “'You saying you want to play 20 questions or something?”

“How about one? That being, why the hell did you come to Richmond?” he glances at you again as you suddenly find your hands more interesting than the boy beside you, “Sam says you had some fancy job back in America and now you’re basically a football club owner’s secretary.”

“We prefer the term personal assistant.”

He rolls his eyes, “So what? Were you that desperate to learn about ‘non-American football’ or what?”

You take a long, deep breath. “You want the honest answer?”

Jamie shrugs like it's obvious.

“I told my family I needed a change of scenery, but it was because of a guy. Pathetic right? Making a life changing decision because some guy broke my heart. But the truth is I’d been making a lot of my decisions because of him while we were together. Where to live. What friends to hang out with. I had my old job because he thought it would be a good fit for me even though it wasn’t what I really wanted to do. So, after we…broke up, I realized I didn’t really know who I was because my whole life was built around him and us. So, I knew I had to get the hell out of Chicago, panicked, quit my job, and…here I am; just trying to get a change of scenery and figure out who the hell I am.”

You never admitted that to anyone. No one around you ever saw how controlling he was over your life. You knew your family would have called you out about it, but they never got the chance to spend much time with him. He insisted you spend holidays with his family and you went along with it. And when you visited yours, you went alone. You didn’t realize it at the time, but subconsciously you weren’t very proud of your relationship with him. You were blinded by the attention he gave you, all the while molding you into his definition of a perfect girlfriend. Until apparently you weren’t.

You eventually glanced back over at Jamie, and despite paying attention to the road in front of him, you could tell he was listening attentively.

“Damn, so once you finally saw how bad he was, you dumped him and left?”

You laugh humorously, “No, I dumped him after I caught him cheating on me.” That was also the first time you told someone willingly.

“Jesus Christ.”

“Now who’s using the lord’s name in vain?”

“He sounds fucking awful. Glad you’re rid of him.”

“If only I’d come to my senses sooner.”

He shakes his head, “Don’t blame yourself when he’s the prick.”

You digest the sentiment as his car slows to a stop and you realize you’ve made it to your apartment.

He angles his body towards you, “Seriously, I’m sorry that happened to you. No one…no one deserves that.”

Meeting his eyes, you get the sense that there’s more meaning behind his words that you don’t understand. Still you smile slightly. “Thank you, Jamie.”

He presses his lips together in a thin smile as well.

You unbuckle your seatbelt as you continue, “Well, here’s hoping that quitting my job and moving halfway across the world actually does the trick and lets me move on, or else I might be a little crazy.”

Jamie chuckles and you feel the energy shift back to lighthearted, “Well, you know what they say, the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else.”

“Jesus Chr-” you stop as he raises his eyebrows playfully, and you start to smile. Not only do you let yourself laugh at his cheeky joke, you let yourself consider his words. Casual dating let alone sex wasn’t really your thing, but maybe it could help. At the very least it would be a well deserved distraction. You briefly consider trying out the Bantr app but you loathed online dating. And here you were with a perfectly eligible bachelor mere inches away from you.

No. No. You couldn’t hook up with Jamie Tartt.

He was a notorious playboy. And while you could now attest he wasn’t as bad as his on-screen persona made him look, you knew he still wasn’t a relationship guy.

But that’s not what this would be.

Maybe he would be the perfect guy to distract you for one night. He instantly made you forget about Mason earlier until he became the topic of conversation. And he was very pretty.

Before you can second guess anymore, you push yourself towards him and press your lips against his. If Jamie’s surprised by your actions, it doesn’t last long. He quickly unbuckles his own seatbelt, so he can bring the two of you closer together, his hands squeezing your waist, as yours cup around his face. You kiss frantically for a few more moments, sneaking in breaths where you can, before you’re pulling away slightly. Your noses are brushing against one another as you blink up at him, “Do you want to come inside?”

He doesn’t bother answering, letting out shaky breaths as he nods, bumping his forehead against yours lightly. You smile into another kiss and Jamie doesn’t break away as he starts reaching to unlock the car doors, eager to get into your apartment but a little less eager to part from you. Reluctantly you separate again so you both can fumble out of the car and up the stairs of your building. You feel his breath on your neck as you hurriedly unlock your front door. He gently leads you inside, only to shut the door and push you against it, picking up where he left off. His hands make their way down your body to your thighs, and without having to be asked, you're jumping up to wrap your legs around his waist. You mumble directions to your bedroom against his lips and before you know it, he’s lying you down across your bed. As his lips leave a trail down your neck and to your chest, you don’t even remember Mason’s name. Your mind is just clouded by Jamie, Jamie, Jamie.

A/N: let me know what you think y’all!!! also taking this opportunity to let everyone know i’m not comfortable writing smut or things like that, but will obviously allude to this like this. hope everyone understands! ❤️

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt x f!reader #jamie tartt x female reader #ted lasso fanfiction #ted lasso fanfic #distractions series #mine

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sea-owl · 2 months

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@animelover4157

Here's their prompt!

I have always had an idea where Colin’s biggest threat for grabbing Penelope’s attention isn’t a suitor or Eloise.

No no no.

Colin’s biggest threat and nuisance is that he consistently have to fight a big ass dog (like a mastiff, cane corso, Saint Bernard, etc) that Penelope somehow convinced her mom to keep while in the countryside and is the very definition of a Velcro dog. It growls at any potential suitor that shows an interest in Penelope (it’s the reason why She doesn’t have suitors but Penelope is not aware of that).

For Colin, it does something worse. In the rare chance, that it is not next to Penelope, it will purposely move itself right next to/on top of Penelope so Colin cannot sit anywhere near her while it stares him down. This causes to Colin and the dog to race and wrestle one another to get to Penelope’s side with Colin losing 80% of the time and him glaring it down. Penelope thinks that they are playing and are getting along but is completely oblivious of the actual situation.

Tiny woman with a big ass dog. Classic.

Here's what I'm thinking.

So the Featheringtons were out in Ireland to visit Portia's brother, Mr. Finn Carroll, and his family. During their family visit one of the cousins introduced Penelope to the puppies their dog recently had. One of those puppies became attached to Penelope.

"Aw Portia look at that Penelope made a friend!" Finn said as he slid up next to his big sister.

"No," Portia immediately said.

Finn fully looked at Portia. "No?"

"No," Portia repeated. "Finn, I do not need a dog in my house."

"Oh, come on, Porshie!" Finn said, pulling out his puppy eyes and the childhood nickname. Tricks with a proven track record for him on getting what he wanted from his sister. "Let my niece have a puppy! You're already taking away her title as baby of the family!"

Portia sighed, rubbing her pregnant belly. "Finn, I am not dumb. We were both raised with an Irish Wolfhound. That dog will most likely get bigger than Penelope, and they're made for hunting large prey!"

"Yes, but you also know they make great companions!" Finn argued. "And doesn't Penelope need a friend?"

Portia will later blame her pregnancy brain, but when the Featheringtons went home, they brought a new puppy named Artemis with them.

Well, much like the goddess she was named after Artemis was a girl's dog and hated most men. She tolerated a few like the male staff, and she tolerated Lord Featherington on a good day. But most of the time, she stayed by Penelope's side.

"It is like she is sewn to your side," Felicity commented once as Artemis laid across both her and Penelope's laps.

Penelope laughs. "She just loves me."

Artemis barked in agreement.

At her full-grown height, Artemis was about the size of a small pony and was taller than any lord Penelope had ever seen if she stood on her hind legs. Artemis faithfully sticks by Penelope's side despite Portia's groans of dog hair in Penelope's dresses. Penelope only giggles when Artemis's response is to fully lay on her.

Artemis loves her life with Penelope and would only really change one thing. One tiny annoyance in her life.

That damn Colin Bridgerton. He's trying to take Penelope away from her! And he doesn't leave when she growls at him like the other men! He even growled back at her once!

The fool tries to race her too on the rare times she is not in her rightful place by Penelope's side. Why the fool thinks he'll win against her, she'll never know.

Today just so happened to be one of those days. Artemis was out in the park with her family. She was playing with Felicity and Penelope. The two girls throwing a ball attached to a string and having Artemis chase after it.

Artemis sniffed the air and stopped. She smelled Bridgertons. Looking around she spotted the family. Now the Bridgertons themselves weren't a bad thing, a few in particular she could do without and one wished was never around.

Well, it looks like today won't be the day Artemis's wish comes true. Just as she spots Colin Bridgerton he spots her as well. They stare at each other for a moment before both take off towards Penelope.

Artemis stared smugly at the Bridgerton as she once again claimed her prize of being next to her favorite human. Her head resting in Penelope's lap as Penelope pets her.

"One of these days Artemis I'm gonna beat you," Colin swore.

Penelope giggled. "It's so nice for you to play with Artemis Colin. I'm sure she loves racing with you."

Artemis turned her stare onto Penelope, headbutting her in the red head's torso. Playing? Absolutely not Penelope. Can't you see he's trying to steal you?

"You are coming to my family's country party? Colin asked Penelope.

Artemis stares back at Colin. Why hasn't he left yet? He's lost the race.

"Yes," Penelope replied.

Artemis huffed, leaning herself fully on Penelope. Going to Aubrey Hall meant a long carriage ride, AND Colin being around every waking moment. He was worse in the countryside where he had Penelope and Artemis trapped in his family home. Well at least Penelope won't be going to that bad smelling place she goes to ever few nights. Artemis hates when Penelope comes home smelling like that. To the point she almost considered getting Colin to go look for Penelope one night when the rest of the family. If only Penelope didn't lave her in charge of Felicity.

On the trip to Aubrey Hall, Artemis lay on the floor of the carriage by her family's feet. The rock of the carriage lulling her to sleep. At least with this trip, Artemis will have more space to run around temporarily before returning to London for another few months.

Another family was arriving as Artemis' own family were getting out of the carriage.

"Oh Portia!" The mother of the other family greeted Portia.

"Hello Mary," Portia said.

The older women started talking, meanwhile Penelope struck up a conversation with the older daughter.

"How are your first impressions of Aubrey Hall Kate?" Penelope asked.

Oh Artemis has heard of Kate. She likes Kate for how frustrated she makes Anthony. It's funny to watch when Artemis is visiting the Bridgertons with Penelope.

"H-hello."

Artemis looked around before feeling the wet nose of another dog boop against her leg.

Looking down, Artemis saw the smallest dog in her life. Was it a dog? It smelled like one, but how is a dog this small?

The smaller dog stared at Artemis. "I'm Newton! Newton Sharma!"

Oh this is Kate's dog.

"Artemis Featherington," Artemis said. Bowing her head a little so she wasn't towering over the smaller dog.

Newton began to tap his two front feet. Was he nervous? Artemis laid down to be at a more even eye level with him. "Perhaps this will be better to talk?"

Newton lets out a little yelp, one of excitement and moves closer. "Yes! Have you been here before?"

Artemis nods. "Many times. How are you dealing with your interloping Bridgerton?"

"You mean the Viscount?" Newton asked. Newton moved his head a little. "Well, I did knock him into the Thames the other day."

Artemis barked out a laugh. "I'll have to remember that the next time Colin races me near it."

Newton's feet did a few quick taps. Did he have to go? Artemis wondered if she should ask him if he needs privacy.

Before she could Artemis caught a movement out of the corner of her eye.

Artemis let out a whine. Oh great Colin has made his appearance and he has that mischief making smirk of his directed at her.

#newton likes his girls tall #im sorry i couldn't help myself #bridgerton #polin #artemis the irish wolfhound #newton x artemis #colin bridgerton #penelope featherington #artemis x newton

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babytarttdoodoo · 10 months

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kind of a rouge prompt idea but “i just told a story at work about my childhood that i thought was really funny but now everyone is super quiet and someone said i’m so sorry” but it’s jamie + the team edition. like he talks about a traumatising James Thing and has no idea how horrifying it is until they’re all like …… wtf

love your writing! <3

Thanks for the prompt (and the lovely compliment)!

I’ll preface this by saying I have next to no knowledge of dentistry and you should not assume any medical assertions made here are correct.

((I also feel like I should add that I finished this one off while more than a little tipsy.))

Enjoy the himbo chaos.

(Prompt Fill Masterpost)

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“Ay, dios mio, it was terrifying.” Dani put an emphatic hand to his chest. “Earl. He still haunts me.”

“Thought you were over that, bruv.” Isaac frowned up at him from his usual spot on the locker bench.

“On the pitch, yes. But at night…” Dani shook his head mournfully. “I have dreams of being chased in the dark. I know it is him.”

“I used to have dreams like that.” Colin piped up, pausing in tying his laces and looking haunted. “‘Cept it was my nana chasing me, on her mobility scooter.”

A few people sniggered and Isaac clapped Colin’s shoulder. “That’s fucked up.”

“I never remember my dreams,” Sam mused. “But I have always been a very deep sleeper. My father says I was the envy of all other parents when I was a baby.”

“I have only ever had one nightmare.” Richard declared. “All of my beautiful little teeth fell out of my mouth and I was ugly. Who will kiss me if I have no teeth?”

“Who’s losing teeth?” Jamie asked, joining the conversation from the doorway with a furrowed brow.

“We are discussing nightmares,” Jan explained matter-of-factly, then turned back to Richard. “Dreams about losing teeth are commonly attributed to stress.”

Jamie shook his head, still looking confused.

“Nah, don’t get that one, mate. Your dentist can just stick ‘em right back in, can’t they?”

That sparked a round of horrified protests and Jamie flapped his hands like a conductor to quiet the rabble.

“Eh, eh, I’m right!”

“Actually…” Sam held up his phone, open on an NHS webpage. “Jamie is correct.”

The locker room erupted into disgust and outrage while Jamie grinned smugly and tipped his I,COG cap to Sam for the assist.

“Hold on, how did you know that?” Isaac demanded, staring at Jamie like he had two heads. That quietened the team a little as heads swivelled in Jamie’s direction.

“Knocked two of ‘em out when I were, like, 10.” He shrugged and tapped a fingernail against one of his front teeth in demonstration. “Mum’s friend were a dental nurse. Told her to put them in some milk and take me to hospital.”

“You were very lucky.” Sam commented, still scrolling through the information he had found. “A significant gap in your teeth can lead to premature ageing.”

“And what a tragedy that would have been, eh?” Jamie beamed, gesturing to his face. “To think I might have deprived the world of this top tier mug.”

Other players groaned and laughed, a few tossing socks or discarded shirts in Jamie’s direction while he ducked, sniggering.

“How do you know they gave you your real teeth back?” Bumbercatch questioned, with an air that suggested great suspicion of the dentistry profession as a whole.

Jamie considered that. “Fair point,” he conceded. “They feel like mine, though.”

“Wait, how do you even manage to lose two teeth at once?” Colin interjected, muffled by his fingers as he prodded his own mouth in confusion. “I’ve never lost any after my baby teeth.”

“Took a snooker cue to the face.” The team winced as a collective and Jamie nodded sagely. “Were pretty grim. Blood all over the pub floor and everything.”

“You were 10?” Thierry clarified, face scrunched up. “Do kids normally get into bar fights here?”

“Well, yeah, s’pose not.” Jamie shuffled in place, suddenly looking a bit uncomfortable. “Weren’t a fight so much. Dad took me in to watch a match and it all kicked off a bit.”

An uneasy quiet overtook the general hubbub and more than one face went stony at that revelation.

“Mate.” Jeff looked like he’d rather not be the one probing further, but had bitten the bullet anyway. “Your, uh, your dad wasn’t the one with the pool cue, was he?”

“Eh…” Jamie glanced around the room before answering. “Well, yeah. He was. But I’m, like, 90% sure it were an accident.”

Chaos detonated like a bomb.

Isaac and Richard jumped to their feet, one cursing in French, the other demanding to know how long it would take to get to Manchester. Colin seemed to be googling train times.

Dani had taken to rifling through his bag, looking for god knows what, and Thierry was strapping on his mask like it was war paint (he didn’t even need it anymore, he just liked looking scary).

Jan was a terrifyingly silent pillar in the middle of the storm and Sam… Well, Sam looked like he had been gutted.

“OI!” Roy’s bellow commanded immediate silence, players freezing mid-shout. He was framed by the door to the coaches’ office, arms crossed and typical glare set in place. “What the fuck is going on out here?”

“Close ranks!” Jamie all but squeaked, invoking a hallowed, sacred vow from the team to collectively shut the fuck up.

All eyes turned to Issac who, as captain, had the final say.

On balance, he decided it was probably best that their new manager didn’t get arrested for murder before the season even got underway.

“Agreed.” he finally acquiesced and the whole room affirmed their compliance sullenly. It just wasn’t worth the forfeit to cave in under Roy’s (very effective) glare.

“... right then.” Roy finally allowed, still looking at them all suspiciously. “Then get out on the pitch and stop wasting our time.”

Everyone clamoured towards the tunnel, eager to escape the intense atmosphere. All except Jamie, who was still hurriedly pulling on his kit.

He tried not to seize up when Roy sidled over.

“You’ll tell me later.”

It wasn’t phrased as a question and Jamie knew better than to take it as one. He slumped in defeat.

“Yeah. Probably.”

#is it crack!fic or is it just afc richmond #who's to say #fic prompts #fic prompt #my fic #jamie tartt #isaac mcadoo #colin hughes #sam obisanya #moe bumbercatch #dani rojas #jan mass #jeff goodman #richard montlaur #roy kent #ted lasso #richmond himbos

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harveyguillensource · 2 years

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Season 4 cast photos and updated character bios have been posted on FX’s WWDITS website! See below for the bios:

Guillermo: Returning from London, "Guillermo," played by Harvey Guillén, finds there’s a baby Colin Robinson toddling around their dilapidated house, and he’s the only one who seems worried. But Guillermo also seems to have picked up a little swagger during his time away. Between his adventures in London and his work as Nadja’s new accountant, Guillermo now guards a secret or two of his own.

Nandor: "Nandor the Relentless," played by Kayvan Novak, is a fierce Ottoman warrior once known for pillaging villages and turning the Euphrates red with blood. But after an “Eat, Prey, Love” journey to his ancestral home in Al Quolanudar, he knows it’s love he wants, not war. With help from Guillermo and a Djinn, he goes looking for his bride.

Nadja: After a frustrating stint at the International Vampiric Council, "Nadja," played by Natasia Demetriou, returns from London with a new mission: to run her own business. She has a thirst not just for blood, but for power, money and vampire-oriented entertainment. But can she succeed where so many others have failed, or will she find truth in the old adage about the food and beverage business: that the best way to make a small fortune is to start with a big one?

The Guide: Acerbic, imperious and floating, "the Guide," portrayed by Kristen Schaal, has assisted every Vampiric Council since 1759. But now Nadja wants to remodel the very institution to which the Guide has devoted her life. With her many wraith helpers, the Guide puts up a strong resistance before realizing that the most important person in the club is always the doorman.

Laszlo: "Laszlo Cravensworth," played by Matt Berry, has his life turned upside down when he becomes Baby Colin’s self-appointed caretaker. Nevertheless, his purpose is clear: he must raise an interesting child. But what can one man do in such an uphill fight against nature? Sometimes the only course of action with a childlike Baby Colin is to exploit his gifts before the kid grows out of them.

Colin: After his 100th birthday/deathday, "Colin Robinson," played by Mark Proksch, is back as a Dilbert-looking newborn. But this is no ordinary baby. He grows rapidly, has great physical gifts and absorbs a number of surprising skills. But the question remains: has the Colin Robinson caterpillar truly turned into a butterfly, or is the fact of his boring background just too much to overcome?

#harvey guillén #harvey guillen #wwdits #what we do in the shadows #wwdits season 4 #what we do in the shadows season 4 #guillermo de la cruz #nandor the relentless #nadja of antipaxos #laszlo cravensworth #the guide #colin robinson #wwdits spoilers #kayvan novak #natasia demetriou #kristen schaal #matt berry #mark proksch

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Roy/Jamie prompt: Roy witnesses Jamie holding a newborn baby with effortless ease and suddenly he’s struck by both how much he’s in love with that gorgeous Tartt and how much he wants babies with him. When he brings it up with Jamie, Roy I’d stunned by how much Jamie would love the same thing with him.

WAAAAA YEAAAAAAAAAHHH LITERALLY CANT TELL YOU HOW EXCITED I AM FOR THIS ONE—

Everyone’s happy for Colin, he’s not the first to get married but he is the first to have a kid.

He’s invited people over in groups of three of four, but he invited just Roy and Jamie over together.

It’s a fabulous time, Colin and Michael are exhausted but so happy, Jamie ends up holding Lucy for most of it. Roy offers that the two of them can go take a nap if they want. He took care of Phoebe when she was this little, he knows how babies work.

He leans in the kitchen door way watching the two of them stagger off into their bedroom, he can hear Jamie talking to Lucy. He turns to the living room walking in with a bottle, he stops.

Shit.

God Jamie looks fabulous with a kid in his arms.

Fuck.

God he loves Jamie. He wants to have a kid with Jamie.

See this isn’t a new thought for Roy, he’s had it a few times over the past couple years of their relationship. He always knew he wanted kids, he’s fairly sure Jamie wants kids. But it’s just been one of those things they never talked about.

“See Lu? I told you Roy would come with food soon. No need to worry.”

Roy walks over and sits on the arm of the couch, he passes the bottle over to Jamie. Lucy starts drinking as soon as she gets ahold of the bottle.

“Ever think about it?”

Jamie looks up at Roy. He has his headband on today, God Roy never thought he’d like that headband as much as he does.

“Think about what babe?”

Roy gestures towards Lucy.

“Shit kids? Have you thought about it?”

Roy nods. He takes a breath. Here goes nothing. “I mean yeah, I have. I’d love a kid with you.”

Jamie blinks at Roy for a second. Slowly a grin cracks over his face, “oh my god Roy you want to have a kid with me.”

Roy smiles down at the two of them. “Yeah, Tartt I do.”

Jamie gets a pinched look and shakes his head. “We can’t yet though.” Roy brushes some of the wispy hair out of Lucy’s face. He swallows, Christ why not oh god fuck it all why not.

“We can’t have a kid before we get married Roy. My mum would have my head. Anyways, we need to all have matching last names.”

Roy blinks.

“Did you just propose to me in Colin’s living room while holding his kid.”

Jamie during Roy’s panic, had gotten up and put Lucy in the crib in the corner of the room. He walks back to where Roy is perched on the couch arm and lightly shoves him onto the couch.

“I’d like to think of it as a pre proposal.”

Roy blinks again.

“Well gosh Roy don’t rush on giving me an answer or anything it’s not like you’re getting any younger.”

Roy smacks Jamie’s hip from where he’s standing before pulling him down onto his lap and kissing him.

“Yes Jamie, the answer is a yes.”

Jamie let’s out a quiet whoop to not wake Lucy. He kisses Roy with such force that Roy is a bit terrified that Colin is going to kick them out if he ever sees this on the nanny cam.

“Roy Kent Tartt doesn’t have a great sound to it.”

Jamie gasps, “fuck that I’m taking your last name. The Tartt name dies with me dad. Mum has her maiden name, and no kid of ours is having Tartt as a last name.”

Roy grins, oh that does wonders to satisfy the strong possessive urges he has with Jamie sometimes. God Jamie’s jersey having Kent on the back.

“So marriage then a kid?” Jamie nods leaning to kiss Roy again. “I’ve got a name already picks for a girl so you’re just gonna have to deal with that.”

Roy laughs, he couldn’t care what Jamie wants to name their kid. He’s winning today no matter their future daughters name.

#ted lasso #jamie tartt #roy kent #jamie x roy #fluff #headcanon #royjamie #i had literally so much fun #got a bit distracted and went into a marriage bit also #jamie tartt x roy kent #they have a kid !!#thanks for the ask !!#hope you like it !!#mac writes ted lasso

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Why I will never ever take Bridgerton fandom or mainly any tv/film fandoms seriously especially the Bridgerton one because they genuinely like trash toxic disgusting characters like Eloise Anthony Kate Daphne but hate Marina Edwina Colin and Penelope and the only reason they like Kate is because she’s their self insert girl to be with the hot nasty white boy they fancy Anthony and the only reason they dislike Colin who’s perfect and the best man brother wnd Bridgerton in that whole show is because he’s Penelope friend and love interest it’s clear as day they whole fandom hatred for them is based on racism misogynior and fatphobia because you can’t tell me you genuinely like Daphne who’s a se*ual assaulte* (which btw people hate Alison in UA for as they should but they deem her as the devil worst most evil human ever that was kissing too but daphne does a whole SA rap*e but she don’t get the same energy Daphne don’t even get any energy about in fact she gets nothing is because what she did was towards a poc character so it don’t matter right and things only matter when poc/woc characters does anything or just breathes in the wrong direction or towards a yt character right they are

deemed satan sporn crucified fandom love to put woc/poc character on high standards then white characters who can just live life and do all mistakes without facing consequences or remotely anything even if it’s literally sexu*ul assaul* or crimes like plz be fr and don’t get me started on them like having understanding sympathing and making all the excuses in the world for daphne even tho she’s sexua* assaulte* but they hate Marina for doing what was best for her children and herself there’s absolutely no understanding no sympathy or empathy for her and the life she’s lived which was so sad and cruel in fact she’s lived the worst life but they have no understanding for her but can easily do for other characters who’s lived a spoiled happy privileged life like the Bridgertons but nothing for the poor sad heartbroken girl in that society being not just any girl but a woc and not a rich woc that is protected by love or money like say queen Charlotte duke was in that era

being great mother doing whatever for their kids which is another thing fandoms love Portia as they should bc she was doing what was best for her kids as a mother does and should always do (my queen except when she’s cruel to pen and her sister) when she said she was mother and her team was the 3 girls the fandom call her bad bitch best mom who loves her kids as they should bc it’s true and Georgia in G&G calling her girl boss bad bitch best mother and queen thingz for doing everything for her kids and herself but Marina doing the same in time in a society where people like her poor black woman with no high status or family meant nothing who’s opinion and life and gender was seen as less, for her it’s she’s the devil trapping Colin like he still didn’t want her afterwards saying it didn’t matter to him that she was pregnant with another man baby that he loved and would’ve helped her if he knew😂 she’s manipulative trapping him all the bla bla no she was doing what was right and best for her at that time and we shouldn’t applauded her for her mistakes for doing what was wrong to towards Colin or lying to him but understand her time and life and see she was very desperate have some sympathy for god sake she made a mistake she did something wrong we see it her it but so did everyone else there and y’all have understanding sympathy for them but can’t do the same for her why?

(at least she came clean and apologized and got her consequences more then I can say for any bridgerton character that’s not Colin because they all somehow never seem to get any consequences for their actions or the things they do and the people they hurt just disappear or are the ones getting hated on or they get their happy ending with a person they hurt) but when another white woman character does that same exact thing but it’s way worse it’s girl boss) and that’s why I can’t take any fandom but especially the Bridgerton fandom seriously and don’t even get me started on the unnecessary hate Penelope Colin and Edwina get all the time sure Penelope at least did something bad once or twice or thrice and I’m not excusing her but it’s not remotely close to anything those other characters or even Eloise did and Kate Anthony get nothing even tho they are literally the most evil characters in that show along with daphne, Eloise is horrible awful cruel human but she’s not a devil just mean whiny privileged spoiled narcissistic hypocritical bitc*h and anyone that likes these characters but hate on Penelope who tried everything to save herself and her friend can stfu and anyone who hates Edwina and Colin literally the best characters in the whole universe who’s never ever done anything wrong in their lives can fcvk off good too for all I care same can Penelope Polin and Marina haters!

you are not fooling anyone with your clear and obvious racism misogynior and fatphobia at all because if you genuinely was gonna hate on characters for being cruel or doing something manipulative nasty or just pure evil you would never eveeer hate or even think off hating on Colin and Edwina and you would be so understanding empathetic and feel for Penelope and Marina doing whatever they can in world where they are poor woman who aren’t rich spoiled privileged supported by their family nor Bridgerton girls and who the world don’t just open up for them with opportunity respect an kindness

And this is more then half the fandom all of them being the same one shade of nasty liking daphn kathony but hating Colin Edwina marina and Penelope be so fr real!

#marina crane #marina featherington #benedict bridgerton #anthony bridgerton #colin bridgerton #bridgerton #penelope featherington #kate sharma #edwina sharma #kanthony #daphne bridgerton #the duke #sir phillip crane #polin #fandoms #black characters #woc #portia featherington #marina thompson

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FATE part 6

summery: Colin reminds himself of the reasons he knew you were the girl for him while also becoming increasingly stressed over this case.

Colin’s POV

I parked my cruiser in back of the station, letting it idle as thoughts ran through my head. I was now the lead investigator on Erin’s case now that Mare was on leave, and I don’t want to fuck this up. I drummed my fingers on the steering wheel, my body wanted to turn out of the lot and just keeping driving away from this town, just like she had. This case. Fuck, The situation in yet I tangled myself in yet again with her. I knew by Friday this week that my heart was going to be blasted into a million pieces but maybe I was a glutton for punishment. She’s addicting, I am so drawn to her as if she’s a magnetic field. I had always been sucked into her vortex since the first time I ran into her at that coffee shop. She was always effortlessly beautiful, especially the way her eyes squinted up when she smiled. My mind slowly drifts to a memory of her in the days I knew I was going to marry her.

My alarm had gone off, I had to work that whole weekend and snuck in just a few hours of sleep. I remember the way the sunlight cast over her body that lay tangled in our sheets. I had come home that evening to her unpacking her work bag on the counter, her hair in that messy bun I loved so much. I had snuck into the kitchen and wrapped my arms around her waist, feeling her jolt into awareness of my body now pressed against her back.

“What are you doing home this early?” She turned around, pressing her hands on either side of my face, bringing it down for a quick peck on the lips. Her soft lips always plagued my nightmares after she left. Those kisses lingered on my lips as I woke up and realized that she wasn’t there, that she didn’t love me anymore.

“I pulled a few strings, and I got an interview set up in the mornin’ with a witness. So I got out at a decent hour, but I gotta be outta the house early in the mornin tomorrow.”

Her face fell, knowing we wouldn’t get to spend some time together before another work week resurfaced. I hated that she missed me, even thought I wasn’t gone. I realized after she left that I asked her to be extremely patient when it came to my work hours. She never complained due to the nature of the work I did, but her face usually had the hint of disappointment in it when I explained how many hours I’d have to clock in each week.

“Hey, I’ll make it up to you. I have a few days off for Christmas. Okay?” I sprinkled more kisses on her cheek and felt her wrap her hands around my body and sigh.  “We have forever together, I know you’re working hard to find that missing kid.” I hated that you turned away in that moment, returning to getting your things out of the overnight bag and organized.

Your voice rang through the kitchen as I started to loosen the tie on my shirt, ready to unwind. “What do you want for dinner?”

“You know, Pizza sounds great but I have this craving. It’s been on my mind all frrrrreakkkinggg week.”

You had turned to me, your eyebrows pointed together quizzically.

“And what might that craving be, Mr. Zabel?”

“Well, Ms. Y/l/n, Its something I daydream about often. Spread out on the kitchen table, ready for me to savor every last bite.”

Her eyes wandered across my face, and as our eyes met, I knew she had caught on to the kind of craving I was looking to fulfill.

“Oh, you daydream about this craving often, huh?” A little teasing grin emerged from her face.

I smirked and let out a small chuckle as she started to undo the buttons of my dress shirt.

“Yeah, now we’re cookin’ with fire baby,” I growled, reaching down to cup her ass in those black buttery soft yoga pants I loved her in. The first kiss tasted like candy, and just got more and more delicious as they came. I could feel the heat in between her legs as she pushed me into our dining room with her hips as our tongues still danced together.

“Shit,” She breathed out as I felt her fumble slightly as I tugged at her sweatshirt. We broke apart so I could peel it over her head, making her bun flip to the other side of her head, and stray hairs falling around her forehead. Nobody ever looked that good in a messy bun.

I let out a small moan as her hands worked quickly to unhook her lace pink bra. Her breasts tumbled out of the cups with ease, and my hands couldn’t contain themselves. I reached up to her chest and feverishly messaged, and delicately twirled her nipples. When she bit my lip, man that’s when it was all over.

“You always crave dessert before dinner?” She whispered in that low raspy voice I only ever heard in the bedroom.  As my hands worked her chest and my mouth occupied the crook of her neck, I could feel that ache in my groin when she started to tug away my belt and unbutton my pants.

She watched as I pulled my pants down, left in boxers. I started to pull my undershirt off when I heard her giggle at the fact my socks had in fact not matched.

I smiled at her, and she pushed a large pile of her papers off the dining table and onto the floor in a hurry.

“I’m going to fucking ravish you, baby.”

She shook her head as she pushed me away from her playfully.

“No sweetie, I get the first taste,” She moved my body as if I was a puppet, placing me laying down on the dining room table - bare assed with my cock straight up waiting for you.

I loved watching her give me head, the way her eyes rolled in the back of her head and her hands gripping my thighs. I let out a deep moan, letting her know the pleasure was going to be short lived if she keeps on using her tongue that way.

She licks the full length of my penis before climbing up on the table, straddling me from above. I pulled my hands to cup her ass again, squeezing her thick soft cheeks as she kisses me. “My turn,” I whispered as we quickly and gracefully rolled into switched positions on the table. Her perfect body now laying down, legs spread as if inviting me in. I felt her breath hitch as I guided myself inside of her. Fuck I will never forget that feeling. That tight squeeze, wet and so fucking warm. I whispered that I loved her, loved her body, loved everything about her as I thrusted my dick inside of her. She was not a quiet girl, but she was reserved and laid back for the most part, but man in the bedroom she was an animal. It surprised me at first, and then once I realized it was exactly what I needed that addiction was intoxicating. I don’t think any girl could ever make me feel half as good as she did.

Her quiet voice pulled me from my drunken pleasure, “I’m gonna cum, Colin.” Her hands found mine and we slowed our intensity. I loved the way her neck and face flushed a perfect pink color as we edged ourselves to completion.

“That’s it baby,” I whispered in between thick breaths as she road out her orgasm- just watching her face scrunch with pleasure pushed me over the edge and I spilled myself inside of her. God, I was done for. She was my forever, it was Fate that brought is together the same coffee spot the day we met.

I closed my eyes, reliving that memory a small smile on my lips when suddenly a knock was at my window.

“We gotta talk Zabel, “ Mare’s harsh voice was muffled by the car window between us.

I turned off the car, taking a deep breath before opening the door.

I was surprised to see her here after getting kicked off the case for some reason I wasn’t able to have as knowledge. “What‘a going on? I thought you were on leave?” I questioned her. Her permanent frown was deeper than normal today. It gave me a slight anxious feeling.

“Why are you talkin’ with Deacon Mark?”

Of course she was here to talk the case, but I knew the shit I’d be in if I continued to let her in on what was going on in the investigation.

“I’d love to chat but this doesn’t really concern you anymore, Mare. we got it handled. Promise.” I placed a hand on her shoulder to calm her nerves, but she shrugged it off.

“ No, it concerns me because I need to find out if there’s a connection with Erin’s case and Katy’s.”

Her tough exterior was something I wasn’t used to. She had only shown me a softer side once or twice, but learning a bit about her past I understand why the guard was ALWAYS up.

“Look, Mare…”

“Shove it, Zabel. You’re talkin’ to a fucking reporter but ya won’t talk to me?”

I gave her a confused look, not understand why she would bring that up- but something was fishy.

“Wait how did you know I was investigating Deacon Mark?”

Mare signed, running a hand through her hair in frustration.

“An unknown source saw ya talking.” She replied.

I wanted to push it further but I had work to do and she was making me late. I know she wanted information but i just couldn’t risk it.

“Sorry Mare, you’re not on the Case.” I started to walk away when I heard a mumbled out of her.

It sounded a lot like “ Well have fun on your date tonight.” But I didn’t want to push it, because there was no way she knew I was going to dinner with you tonight, or was there?

#evan peters #evan peters fanfic #evan peters imagine #evan peters x y/n #evan peters x reader #colin zabel mare of easttown #colin zabel smut #colin zabel #colin zabel x you #colin zabel x reader #colin zabel fanfiction #Colin #colin zabel mare of east town #mare of easttown

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Watching Penelope grieving James is a special kind of torture. He has never had the strength to watch Pen cry, even as children her tears always sent him into a panic. On the one hand, as her oldest and dearest friend, he wants to shelter her and her babes in his arms until her heart hurts a little less. On the other hand he is so desperately, hopelessly, and devoutly in love with her that any comfort he offers her makes him feel like an opportunistic cad.

His heart is so heavy with guilt because as much as it hurts him to see her suffer, his foolish selfish heart, also cannot help the ember of hope that someday she may learn to love him again. God, what sort of person thinks like that? He cared for James, even considered him a dear respected friend. He always admired how James put Pen first. That he chose her then took on God, Queen and Country to have her. James was a man of remarkable convictions and fierce loyalty. God, Agatha and Thomas will never know how great a man their father was, they will not even have memories of him as a cold comfort. He must look for the letter James sent him with the birth announcement waxing poetic about how extraordinary little Agatha was. He will have set it aside for safe keeping to save it for her.

Penelope is not recovered enough to travel to Scotland and with almost all the Bridgerton ladies pregnant Pen opts to hold the Memorial for James in Kent. Colin sits with the rest of their family with Agatha asleep in his arms in the packed church and watches in awe as Penelope stands unfaltering at the alter a picture of regal devastation. He is reminded once more that Pen is the same girl that held the whole of society in the palm of her tiny hand at 17. The power Lady Whistledown possessed over words as a young girl is even more finely honed as a woman in grief. Standing in the ashes of her happily ever after Penelope captivates once more with the moving eulogy she delivers about her husband. Colin can see that even Cressida Cowper is moved to tears. If that is not a sign of Pen's immense talent, he doesn't know what is. He was unaware that harpy even had tear ducts.

He watches his mother and Fran hold Pen's trembling hands throughout the rest of the service. He has no idea how she remains so stoic as he can see in her eyes how fragile her control is currently. Disgustingly, he knows half the people at the memorial service are there to gawk at Lady Whistledown rather than to pay their respects to James Debling husband, father, and Earl. He hates how these degenerates have turned Jame's memorial into a spectacle. James deserved better, so does his family.

He knows Pen will crumble on the carriage ride back to Aubrey hall. She will never give the Ton the satisfaction of witnessing her tears no matter the circumstances. She is so gloriously strong that way. His family close ranks around Pen and Agatha during the receiving line and the entire morning thereafter.

Watching Portia Featherington shame gawkers who attempt to approach Pen is a welcome surprise. He knows Portia has never forgiven Penelope for the Whistledown enterprise, not even when Pen less graciously pointed out that if not for her income they would have ended up on the streets. A sympathetic nod is exchanged between Portia and Pen then nothing more.

He spends that evening at his father's graveside mourning for James, Pen, Aggie, Thomas, and himself. He promises himself that he will be patient. He will set his desires aside and just be her friend, her support. He will have a lifetime to love her but first he owes it to her to help her find joy again without expectations. He knows mother and Hyacinth are planning to stay down in Scotland for the next year to help Pen and to spend time with Fran and the baby. He will likely join them, he will speak with mother to see what would be best.

He watches Pen's resilience grow as she scratches and craws her way through debilitating grief and exhaustion to play doting mother and aunt for the children during the day only to succumb to her loss at night. She gets better at it, not that the grief lessens but she learns to function around it. She is with mother at Francesca’s side in the delivery room a pillar of bossy support and love. John Penn Stirling is born on 20 February 1818 at Aubrey Hall to the joy of all.

Colin knows once Fran heals and little John hits 3 months the Stirling and Debling families will head back to Scotland. That will allow mother enough time for Kate and Daphne to give birth. He wants nothing more than to keep the Debling family safe and secure on his family’s estate but he knows Pen will be headed back to Scotland to care for James’ mother and aunt.

Watching Pen tearfully part from his siblings, nieces, and nephews is terrible but watching his siblings part from Agatha and Thomas is gut wrenching. Anthony will never admit it but Agatha is his favorite, she can often be found climbing up into his lap to cuddle and nap. It is hilarious to see the fearsome Viscount Bridgerton seated at the head of the family table attempting to be stern with a tiny blond cherub passed out on him. His siblings almost always plop Aggie into his arms when he is getting frustrated with them, because they know her adorable dimples and her lisped attempts to say Anthony's name always turn him into a pile of mush. No matter how often he has heard Pen bemoaning his siblings for weaponizing her daughter he always catches the humor in her eyes at the sight.

8 months after James' passing shorty after settling into Scotland for the year Colin receives a letter via lawyer from James.

01 September 1815

Colin,

You may be the only other person in the world who understands the honor and the privilege it is to love and be loved in return by Penelope Featherington. She is special our Penelope, I knew from the first moment she smiled at me. I looked into her eyes and thought I have been waiting for you all my life.

It took me 27 years to find Penelope, there was not a force on earth that could have kept her from me once I found her. I was prepared to do battle with you for her hand while I was courting her, but you never realized you were in love with her.

It was our astute Penelope, who cleared up the confusion for me. She told me that you both have spent a decade with your lives so intertwined with one another that it was difficult to see where one began and the other ended. That while you had love for her you had not the experience to understand what that love was. She told me she didn't want to spend her life waiting for you to go out and gain experience in the hopes that you would come back to her. She wanted to live her life to the fullest. She said you were her first love but timing was never your strong suit.

She wanted to build a future with me, travel, have half a dozen children and grow old with me. How could I do anything other than fulfill her wishes? I thank God every day that, that extraordinary woman found it in her heart to make room for our love to grow. Everyone believes Penelope's gift is words but I believe it is her empathy and her ability to love that makes her so incredible.

If you have received his letter then I am dead. I hope I got to give Penelope more than a handful of years together.Do not let her heart go to waste, Colin.Protect her, do not let her stop living, help her heal, and then man up and give that remarkable woman we both love all she deserves. If we have children together love them for me, please.

Sincerely,

James Debling

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More info on Felix🥺🙏🏾

This is gonna be one tough description for my version of the infamous old cat from 1919.

Let's start with his past

Felix is your ordinary guy who's been neglected by his mother and was told by his father who not only took great care of him but stayed with him, he was a Sullivan and was honoured to keep the generation going, especially with the magic bag.

That bag is not normal as you can see, It's a sign of a golden heart. Once given, the bag chooses who's worthy, one great grandfather to another great grandfather, only one in 6 generations was able to weld the Magic Bag. Felix Tom Sullivan, son of Pat Tom Sullivan was worthy of the bag which was given to him at his 10th birthday.

As a baby to a kid, he was living in a small town in New York, a small house, a small porch, a small car. It was his childhood. He had many friends, he loved leaving home to explore more of his tiny town, bringing nick-nacks and small objects to show his father, who was proud of him for having such an imaginable mindset.

Felix was in love with his one girl named Kitty who lived 3 houses down from him, when he explored, he always sees her in a white flurry dress with a big red bow in the back, he always loved it when she danced. When he was 12, he confessed his feelings and she accepted him, both were in love with each-other without even knowing. She was light-hearted but a hard worker for her parents, a top A educated student at her school, she also liked to go adventuring with Felix out around the neighborhood. When he hit 17 he wanted to go explore more of the world, he wanted to learn.

He was around the globe, writing on his diary about his adventures and was once told he should make his journaling into a book, he rejected but had second thoughts "It might not be too bad" so he accepted and made his adventures into a book series which was backed up with proof to those who doesn't believe him.

"The Robotic Menace Unleashed: Felix's Heroic Quest"

"Snowstorm Savior: A Christmas Adventure"

"Feline and Feather: A Pirate's Plunder"

Weird stories, right? But all has real time photos, and with a bit of exaggeration, he was able to be famous because of his adventures, but it wasn't fun for the cat himself, during his time adventuring, he gotten bruises and permanent scars. Each scar told a traumatizing tale. The ones that got him the most fame, was the scar of the fire tiger in the fan favorite book 25: "The Lost Letter of Princess Oriana" he was attacked and was brutally injured leaving a large scratch mark on his right hip to his stomach, he looked and spoke braver than anyone but in reality, he was very afraid. Felix was on the verge of death. But from a miracle, he came out on top and slayed the tiger, after saving the princess, he came back to his camp-post scared and still injured from the attack, he isn't all inevitable Y'know.

The other was his eye scar. The most frightening story Felix has ever wrote. Famously known as "Best Friends and Blood Tears" where Felix got a distressed call from a young boy, telling him that his town needed help, as heading towards the incapacitated town he saw someone he never knew was gonna be against him, his childhood best friend, Colin, both were close, very, and enslaving a town to close to enslaving humanity was terrifying for Felix, he tried to stop his friends actions and as it started to get bloodier, he broke and shouted cold words, he got aggressive and so did Colin. With a bright light.

Blood spilled out of his face, blood covering his eye.

His own best friend.

After that he and Colin fought till the death leaving the world in shambles, until he was banished away and never to be seen again.

That scar was permanent, it was visible.

After the 2012 type apocalypse, he rushed back home to his father, knowing he would never see him again as the house was collapsed and on flames, the only thing was left, was the hat.

Now let's talk about present Felix

He's no longer the happy cat everyone knew him as, he was paranoid and was diagnosed with depression at the age of 23, the death of his father and innocence took a toll on him, the only people he got left was Sheba and his nephews.

He's willing to keep the legacy and the family name alive and still running. Even with depression, he kept going and pulling to explore more, his curious mindset was all over the place. His fans were telling him to retire because of his issues but he rejected them "I'm fine! I promise" He kept denying he needed rest, he was Felix the Cat for crying out loud! the world's protector and adventurer, almost everyone knows him. But he has been guilting himself so much for his father's death, he almost feels like ending it all, the day he leaves earth was the day he meet Bendy and Boris, that's how the story begins

He is a good, sweet man with a golden heart who turns heartless if spoken wrongly. A bi-curious old man is still going around the world and bringing imagination to life among all ages.

Relationship

His and the gang's relationship is Father bondly, he acts like a protective parent towards each of them since he's the oldest going by a whooping 27 years old. He's always kind to them and comes to their aid if needed.

His and Oswald (with the circus) has a very healthy friendship, both understand each other well, I didn't make Felix all lovey dovey towards someone who had their heartbroken from a lost loved one, they have a deep connection and it's unbreakable, although Oswald tends to forget Felix is someone else and not his wife but he understands because he's still recovering after 5 years.

He and Sheba always have each other's back no matter what life throws at em both, Sometimes in life, She would accompany him in his adventures.

#babtqftim #character description #character info #felix the cat #InkMachineChronicles

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Creating a masterpost of convenience since apparently I'm in my Bridgerton writing era. I'll try to keep this updated best I can.

Stay In This Moment Rated G - Penelope/Colin - Complete Summary:

“It’s London, Pen. I can’t find myself here.”

It was almost like watching a crack start in slow motion, the clock breaking. It grew and splintered, threatening the foundations. His mouth was forming words, words once spoken, couldn’t be taken back. An alarm in the back of his mind, the slamming of his heart warning him of the danger in proceeding. He knew but ignored what he’d always known, continuing.

“What could possibly be here? I don’t have anything here for me.”

Some Kind of Disaster Rated T - Penelope/Anthony - Complete - Part of a Series Summary:

Anthony has a lot of expectations for his future Viscountess, so it's up to Benedict to help his brother see the light.

Clumsy (Familiar Strangers) Rated T - Penelope/Anthony - Complete - Part of a SeriesSummary:

Benedict's plan to get Anthony and Penelope in a room come to pass. Whether or not it's a success, well, that is a different story.

i don't know who your god is, but i'm a goddess Rated M - Penelope/Benedict - In Progress Summary:

Benedict finds himself hiding away at a seaside cottage, hoping inspiration for his work strikes him wear he stands. Instead, he finds himself the most gorgeous woman he's ever met. Except, well, she showed up on the beach one morning, nude and clutching a coat, and wounded.

As she heals, he finds himself beyond attracted to the small woman who calls herself Penelope. Sweet Penelope who swims in the ocean by moonlight and seems to know all sorts of morsels of gossip from the village no one has any business knowing.

Of course it was love at first sight. That's just the kind of man Benedict is. But he can see the secrets Penelope keeps behind her eyes and he hopes, before he heads home, she'll open up.

Quiet Rebellion Rated E - Penelope/Francesca - Complete Summary:

There was never anything Penelope couldn't find in a good book. That includes finding Francesca Stirling.

Taste Rated T - Penelope/Colin - Complete Summary:

Penelope + Colin + Mirror and that sweet sweet anticipation we all have

❄️🎄Penelope's 12 Days of Christmas (with @writingwhilecaffeinated)🎄❄️

Treat Yo'Elf Rated M - Penelope/Anthony - Complete Summary:

The holidays can be stressful and if Anthony can help his wife by giving her what she asks so prettily for, he's happy to oblige.

i told you snow Rated T - Penelope/Colin - Complete Summary:

Penelope and Colin are running late to the annual Bridgerton Christmas party, but baby, it's cold outside!

Looking Berry Cute Under the Mistletoe Rated G - Penelope/Benedict - Complete Summary:

Charlotte Bridgerton's favorite was absolutely Uncle Benedict and if she had to help him, that's what she was going to do because grown ups always needed a push.

Sleigh Queen Rated E - Penelope/Gregory - Complete Summary:

Gregory believes in true love. Penelope believed in love, once. Christmas brings about the most interesting moments for fate to take over. Even if it's with a hand up a skirt or on one's knees.

We Have Great Chemis-Tree Rated T - Anthony/Penelope/Benedict - Complete Summary:

It happened like this: A trip to the coffee shop dressed as an elf and then being plowed over, nearly breaking her nose.

When you make a Christmas wish, always remember to keep an open mind, an open heart, and open eyes.

Sleigh My Name Rated E - Penelope/Anthony/Benedict/Colin Summary:

The best Christmas gifts are ones that can be shared. In Penelope's case, she's more than happy to share between her lovers.

Status Update on WIPs (as of February 26, 2024) Posting Soon: 🙈sister fic to Some Kind of Disaster posted February 26, 2024 💋new chapter of i don't care who you god is, but i'm a goddess

In the Works: 💕regency au penelope/gregory 😍regency au penelope/francesca 👀a Penelope/Benedict that will get the church of england petitioning for my arrest

*currently holding back on Polin fic, waiting for s3*

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Enamored [40] - Newlyweds

A.N: Thank you so much for your amazing feedback my loves, you’re amazing!❤ I hope you’ll like this chapter as well, and please let me know what you think, thank you! ❤ And as always, thank you @theskytraveler for helping me with the chapter and the story❤

Summary: Coming back home doesn’t have to change everything.

Warnings: Regency era society and social rules, mentions of sex, some gender specific language and terms, mentions of pregnancy.

Word Count: 5400

Series Masterlist

Coming back to London had its advantages and disadvantages.

Advantages were that apparently you were to be an aunt now, so being there made it possible for you to help Cecily prepare for the baby. You were beyond excited, and had already bought so many toys and clothes for the baby, and you even had a couple of cribs you had your eye on.

The disadvantage was that…

Well, coming back to London meant more responsibilities and you would much rather enjoy your newly found marital bliss.

You and Anthony had been quite busy the whole night and after you had woken up in the morning, even the thought was more than enough to send a fire over your face. You had missed breakfast and Anthony was more than alright with missing the whole noon, you knew it would have been a great disrespect to Lady Bridgerton so you had insisted you two had to leave your room, though it was the last thing you wanted.

Anthony grasped at your arm to turn your around and press you back to the wall before you could turn the corner in the hallway, making you giggle.

“Mon amour!” you chided him with a smile but wrapped your arms around his neck when he dipped his head to pull you into a kiss, pressing your body against his.

“Let’s go back to the bedroom.”

“Your whole family is waiting!” you whispered, your eyes fluttering close as his lips slipped down to your neck but you forced yourself to focus before slipping out of his grasp, grinning wide as you turned around to look at him.

“Y/N—”

“We are expected, come on,” you said and walked to the drawing room with him following you with a tortured sigh, making you repress a laugh. When you stepped into the drawing room, half of the family was missing, but it wasn’t that surprising to you as you had learned; Hyacinth and Gregory liked to play in the yard while Francesca tended to study in her room early in the day. Lady Bridgerton on the other hand wasn’t in the room, which made you look around, no doubt her absence catching Anthony’s attention as well.

“Where’s mother?” he asked and Eloise smiled at you two.

“Good morning to you too, we’re very glad you decided to bless us with your presence,” she said, pulling her feet off the sofa so that you could fling yourself next to her. “She is getting ready, she has an appointment.”

“An appointment?” you asked and Benedict nodded.

“Mm hm.”

“With who?”

“She wants to be the one to tell you,” Colin answered and Anthony hummed, then walked to you to grab you by the wrist to pull you up so that you could sit next to him on the other sofa instead of Eloise, making her groan.

“Anthony, don’t you have things to do?” she asked, almost cross. “I wish to spend time with my friend and you’ve taken over all her free time like the selfish inconsiderate man you are.”

Anthony didn’t even seem offended as he pulled you closer to himself, making your cheeks burn but you tried to cover it.

“I mean honestly, don’t you get bored in that room all the time with him?” Eloise asked and you bit down on your lips to hide your smile, then shook your head.

“No.”

“Unbelievable,” Eloise said, ignoring the way Benedict and Colin were grinning. “First Cece, now you. What on earth do married couples do all the time in their room?”

You shrugged your shoulders, trying to control your expression.

“I’d love to tell you Eloise, but I’m afraid my English isn’t that good.”

“You’re talking to me in English right now!”

“Am I though?” you asked airily in French while Anthony chuckled beside you, sneaking an arm around your waist to pull you closer as if he couldn’t bear not touching you in some way.

“Speaking of nauseating married couples,” Eloise said with a sigh. “Do I have to get Cece a baby gift as well? I don’t know what one gets for a baby.”

“I don’t even think Cece needs to get the baby anything at this point let alone you,” Anthony commented. “Y/N monopolized that whole front.”

“I’m excited for my nephew, is that a crime?”

“Elias says it’s a girl.”

“Elias can say whatever he wants and be mistaken as always, it’s a boy,” you stated. “You’ll see.”

“Whether it’s a boy or a girl, they’re still months away from being born,” Benedict said and you shrugged your shoulders.

“It’s good to be prepared,” you defended yourself as Lady Bridgerton entered the room and smiled at you.

“Oh you two are here!”

“Hello mother.”

“Good morning!”

“Where are you going?” Anthony asked and she stole a look at Benedict.

“You haven’t told them yet, have you?”

“No, we left it to you as you asked.”

“Told us what?” you asked and Lady Bridgerton gave you and Anthony a look that you could only describe as motherly.

“Well,” she said. “While you were in Aubrey Hall, I came up with an idea and presented it to the rest of the family and they all agreed.”

Anthony frowned slightly while you looked between them.

“I think it’s better if we move out to another house to give you two some…privacy to start your own family,” she said as your jaw dropped and Anthony raised his brows in surprise. “I’ve already found a wonderful place, I’m going to meet the owner for the last details.”

“What?” you exclaimed. “No you—you don’t have to do that at all!”

“We even picked our rooms Y/N,” Eloise said and you shook your head.

“No but I really like it when all of us are here, really—and it’s your home!” you protested and Lady Bridgerton smiled at you.

“And it’s both of yours now,” she said. “I must leave before I’m late, but we will all talk of it when I come back, alright?”

“But…” you heaved a sigh as she walked out of the room and you motioned at Eloise. “Why?”

“Well, you’ve heard her. Starting your own family, your own privacy and all that, and I really like my new room.”

You shot Anthony a look, expecting him to protest as well but he didn’t even think twice before turning to his siblings.

“Well, I trust you’ve all made the best decision for yourselves.”

“Anthony!”

“Do you remember where the door is or should I show it to you?”

You gasped and elbowed him while Benedict scoffed a laugh.

“We’re not moving at this second you do realize that?”

“You could still go and check the house again, all of you.”

“Are you sure you want to move out?” you asked them and Anthony cleared his throat.

“They’re sure love.”

“You don’t have to.”

“They really do,” he deadpanned and you shot him a look before turning to Eloise.

“But how will we see each other?”

“Back in Aubrey Hall when the season is over,” Anthony answered in her behalf and Colin pointed outside.

“The house mother is buying is five minutes away from here Anthony.”

You let out a relieved breath and Anthony frowned.

“Five minutes?” he repeated. “Just that? Surely there are houses further away.”

“Thank God,” you said, pressing a hand over your chest. “You are going to be very close, that’s wonderful! Then we’re expecting all of you for breakfast—”

“Once a month.”

“Every day!”

“And no one has to be in any rush, make sure to take your time—”

“I will pay the first person who moves out,” Anthony said and you elbowed him again.

“Don’t mind him, he’s in shock because of the news.”

Eloise tilted her head.

“You know what, maybe I will spend the rest of the season here,” she said, shooting Anthony a smug grin while he narrowed his eyes at her. “It could be fun.”

“Mother would miss you.” Anthony said and she shrugged her shoulders.

“I would visit her every day.”

“You know how she is, you can’t stay the night. She’d be worried.”

“Are you saying that I, Eloise Bridgerton, cannot stay the night at Bridgerton House?”

Anthony glared at her. “Stop that.”

“No.”

“You’re always welcome Eloise—all of you, and please know that even if you move out, you can always come and stay as long as you wish.” you motioned at the siblings, ignoring the way Anthony was shaking his head, mouthing “Don’t.”

“Maybe in my absence you can put all the wedding gifts and flowers and letters into my room,” Colin said, “I barely remember what the west drawing room used to look like.”

“I will get to them,” you said. “I’ve started with the flowers but then got distracted the other day. One of the cards is missing.”

“From the flowers?”

“Yeah,” you said. “It must have dropped on the way or something. Such a shame too, it’s a lovely bouquet.”

Eloise snapped her fingers. “Sending flowers is a good idea.”

“I don’t think babies like flowers, Eloise.”

“Oh who cares about the baby, Cece loves flowers,” Eloise said. “That being said, we’re meeting her and Elias at the park today right?”

“Yeah, around the afternoon.”

“Me and Cece will meet earlier though,” you mused. “Are you sure you don’t want to join?”

“I’m absolutely sure,” Eloise said and pulled you by the arm, making Anthony frown and you stood up.

“Where are we going?”

“Outside, away from these three,” Eloise said as she steered you to the door, making you let out a laugh and you both walked through the door to the hallway, then started descending the stairs.

“So when will you tell me?”

“What?”

“What happens in the bedroom when you’re married,” she said, making you bite down on a smile and you took a deep breath.

“I will tell you...”

“Thank God!”

“When you fall in love,” you finished your sentence and she shot you a look.

“That will never happen.”

“Does this silly aversion to love run in your family?” you asked as you got to the foyer. “Anthony used to say the same thing.”

“Well, I’m pretty sure he’s the biggest advocate of love now, only in second to you,” she said, making a face. “In any case I’m smarter than him, that’s why I will never fall in love.”

“You know, Lucie has a theory that the people who say they would never fall in love always fall the hardest.”

“That’s not how it works.”

“Ask Anthony if you don’t believe me, I think he has some opinions on how it works.”

“The day I ask Anthony about his opinions is the day I—”

“My lady?”

Both you and Eloise turned around and you smiled at the housekeeper. Mrs. Burchett, as you had been introduced the night you and Anthony had gotten back from the museum. You hadn’t exactly had the chance to talk to her since then, and you would be lying if you said you had even tried to do so, after your conversation with the second housekeeper in Aubrey Hall.

“Mrs. Burchett,” you said. “Hello.”

“May I have a word when you’re available?”

“Um…sure, right now!” you said and turned to Eloise. “I’ll be in the garden in a moment.”

Eloise shrugged her shoulders and walked away from you to the garden while you turned to Mrs. Burchett.

“How are you Mrs. Burchett?”

“I’m well my lady, thank you. How about you?”

“I’m fine!” you said. “I love sunny days a lot. How can I help you?”

“I just wanted to ask what you would like to know of the house routine,” she said. “So that we can change it to fit your standards before Dowager Viscountess moves out? It would make the transition easier maybe?”

You blinked a couple of times, feeling quite confused.

“Oh,” you said after a beat. “You must excuse my surprise Mrs. Burchett, I just— your associate and I couldn’t get along well back in Aubrey Hall so it’s quite shocking.”

She shot you a look.

“Mrs. Weston?”

“Yes.”

“She tends to be a bit…” she thought for a second. “Cross, if you will. But not to worry my lady, she’s only the housekeeper of Aubrey Hall when I’m not there. Most of the time you will be contacting the staff through me.”

You couldn’t help but beam at that.

“This is a relief!” you said, “I have some changes in mind to be honest, but before I get into them I’d like to have some idea about the staff and the finances of the house. Is it possible that I could get the ledgers of the household if you have them?”

“We keep a very detailed account of them,” she said. “I can bring them to you tomorrow, along with the files of the staff.”

“That’d be wonderful,” you said. “I really appreciate it.”

“Anything else?”

“I will prepare you a list of flowers I like,” you said, “Different ones for the drawing rooms, and the foyer, and the bedrooms.”

“Of course my lady.”

“Thank you,” you said and she curtsied, then walked away from you. You rocked back and forth on your feet, still smiling, and took a deep breath.

“This will be nice,” you muttered to yourself and fixed your hair, then walked out of the house to join Eloise in the garden.

You loved shopping and you knew that everyone knew that about you, but shopping for babies was something you didn’t do often, the last time being when you were in Paris and were looking for gifts for your friend Marie’s baby.

You held the small plush bunny over Cecily’s stomach and hummed.

“No, I don’t think the baby likes it.”

“Y/N, I’m not even showing yet.”

“So?” you asked. “If my nephew is anything like me, he will form very strong opinions on what is being gifted to him very early on.”

“Your nephew?” Cecily asked with a laugh. “Elias says it’s a girl.”

“It’s a boy,” you said. “And he will be great friends with my and Anthony’s son.”

“Your and…”

“Our firstborn will be a boy too,” you muttered and grabbed a toy carriage before heaving a sigh and putting it down.

“And how do you know that?”

“I just have a feeling.”

“Is there anything you don’t have a feeling about?”

You thought for a moment, then shook your head. “I don’t think so, no,” you said. “And I’m telling you, strong opinions run in the family. My mother used to tell me that while she was pregnant with me, she was inspecting an orange blanket her friend made for her baby, trying to decide whether she should get it done for me as well and I kicked right at that second. And guess what? I still don’t like orange blankets.”

Cecily repressed a laugh and stole a look at you.

“Never change, will you?”

“Why would I change?” you asked as you inspected a bear toy, then put it down to grin at her. “But Cece, are you very excited? I can’t wait until he’s here! Do you have any ideas for a name? I actually thought about it the other day, I have so many ideas!”

“The baby won’t be here anytime soon Y/N,” she said with a laugh. “It’s a bit too early to pick names, we don’t even know if it’s a boy or a girl.”

Your jaw dropped. “You’re going to wait until the birth to pick a name?”

“To repeat, we don’t know—”

“We know.”

“We don’t know for sure.”

You heaved a sigh. “Either way, I insist that you think about what I told you,” you said. “I understand that cribs here are nice, but my friend Marie had a crib made for her baby upon request at this shop in Paris, and it was wonderful!”

“I’m not having a crib brought in here from Paris.”

“But you didn’t even think about it!”

She tilted her head at you. “How about we save that one for your baby?” she asked. “I’m sure you and Anthony will have your own soon.”

A fire spread over your face and you lowered your head to pretend to be busy with the elephant toy, trying to hide the smile threatening to pull at your lips.

“I can only hope so,” you managed to murmur, your heart beat speeding up with hope. The mere thought of having a baby with Anthony was more than enough to send sparks of happiness through your system but you cleared your throat.

“But who knows when these things happen,” you added in a haste. “Until then, I will be more than happy to be the best aunt to my nephew who if I may add, must have a crib from Paris.”

“That’s not happening.”

“But what if he dislikes the cribs here?”

“I’m sure he won’t considering he won’t have anything to compare it with,” she said. “Can we leave this shop now? There’s another one nearby and I haven’t seen anything that caught my interest.”

“Of course,” you said and linked your arm with hers, then walked out of the shop into the street. She squeezed at your arm.

“So the whole family is moving to another place?”

“I haven’t got the chance to see it yet,” you said. “But Eloise says it’s very beautiful. I tried to tell them they did not have to but they wouldn’t listen.”

“Well, that’s very thoughtful of Lady Bridgerton,” she said. “They are quite the crowd.”

“But that’s not very common,” you said and heaved a sigh. “I don’t know Cece. I can’t help but feel a bit guilty about this.”

“You have no reason to,” she said. “I’m sure she wouldn’t have done such a thing if she didn’t want to.”

“I mean if I knew, I would have suggested that we would move, not them.”

Cecily scoffed.

“You and Anthony are the Viscount and Viscountess Bridgerton now,” she reminded you. “You sort of have to reside in Bridgerton House.”

“I just don’t want them to resent me,” you said. “Lady Bridgerton has done so much for me and Anthony to come together and she supported our courtship, so I feel almost ungrateful.”

“It’s her choice,” she told you. “You didn’t even offer such a thing.”

“I would never!”

“See?” she said. “Besides, Anthony sounds very content with the situation.”

“He’s too content,” you corrected her. “He’s pleased with the situation to the point of impropriety.”

“Oh I can’t imagine why,” Cecily teased you and you covered your face for a moment, almost abashed.

“Well— he—” you stammered, lowering your hand. “He must still talk to Lady Bridgerton on the matter, I’ll ask him to do so.”

“Something tells me he won’t try very hard to change her mind.”

“If he tries at all,” you said. “But he must, this evening. And while he’s doing that, I can at least start on writing my thank you letters for the gifts and flowers. I stepped inside, then left in a minute because I got overwhelmed, I literally cannot see the room because it’s so full of flowers and gifts. I only hope they didn’t lose any more cards.”

“What cards?”

“One of the flower bouquets didn’t have a card,” you said. “It’s such a shame too, it’s a bouquet of bluebells.”

“Bluebells?”

“I love bluebells, they were my mother’s favorite,” you said and she hummed.

“I’m sure it’s there somewhere.”

“It’ll take me some time to send all those letters.”

“It’ll take you even more time if you try to do it in the evenings,” she said like a melody. “I’m sure you and Anthony enjoy doing things other than replying to letters at night.”

“Cece!” you whispered, unable to stop the giggle climbing up your throat and she wiggled her brows.

“What?” she asked. “You two have lost the track of time during your honeymoon and came back eleven days later, that says something. So now I must have the details, how was your honeymoon really?”

“It was…” you trailed off, that burning on your cheeks growing hotter and hotter. “It has been beyond anything I could’ve dreamed of.”

“And now that you’re back?”

“Well…” you trailed off, nibbling on your lip. “Even if I know that we have duties and such, our—our nights are quite busy.”

“Oh are they?”

“And our mornings too,” you admitted, unable to stop the smile on your face. “And um…just yesterday Anthony pulled me into his study just as I was walking past it and the other day at the library—” you paused and cleared your throat. “Do you think I should ask Aunt Lavinia about it?”

“About what?”

“Whether it’s normal that I…that I like it this much?” you asked in a whisper and she let out a clear laugh.

“It’s very normal.”

“But I can’t even focus on anything else!”

She heaved a dramatic sigh.

“And I can’t see you at all now that you’re married,” she mimicked you with a French accent, making you gasp as your jaw dropped.. “Why are we spending less time together? I thought we were best friends, Anthony can’t keep you all to himself!”

“In my defense, I was not aware that you were doing—” you stopped talking and made a face. “Ugh, you were doing that with my brother, gross!”

She rolled her eyes at you. “Y/N.”

“I don’t even want to think about it,” you grumbled. “But please do accept my biggest apologies for interrupting you quite often.”

“All forgiven,” she waved a hand in the air before she tilted her head. “Wait, did you just say you did that at the library?”

“We were at the very far back of the library!” you motioned with your hands in a haste, making her let out a laugh before she pulled you to the next shop.

“Details,” she said. “Now.”

Your trip to the shops had taken almost two hours before you and Cecily had decided it was time to go to the park. Luckily, there was a play that would be performed around the time you had arrived, as Penelope and Eloise had informed you, but Anthony and Elias were nowhere to be seen so you and Cecily had made your way to the opening where the play would take place, then took your seats.

“This brings back the memories,” Cecily told you and you giggled, then gasped when you saw Jane and Mr. Sinclair sitting close to the stage, side by side.

“Cece, do you see that?” you whispered and she turned her head, then scoffed a laugh.

“Well I bet you’re relieved you won’t be the main subject of his poems soon.”

“And also because they’re to be in love and very happy!” you whispered and turned when someone—

Anthony, took the seat beside yours.

“Hello mon amour!”

“My love,” he said and pressed a kiss on the back of your hand. “Hello Cece.”

“Anthony. Any chance you have seen my husband?”

“He’s on his way, he got stopped by Audley. He wanted to congratulate him for the baby.”

Cecily nodded and turned in her seat to talk to the Penelope while you elbowed Anthony, then nodded towards Jane and Mr. Sinclair.

“Anthony, look!”

“What am I looking at darling?”

“Jane and Mr. Sinclair!” you said. “I introduced them remember? And they seem to be very much in love already!”

“That’s good news at least.”

“And it’s all because I knew they would make such a lovely couple,” you said with your nose in the air, then fixed your hair in an exaggerated manner, “And I made sure they talked to each other on our engagement ball and that he asked her for a dance! Are you very proud of me?”

A smile warmed his face and a fond light flashed in his dark eyes as he tilted his head, his whole attention is on you.

“I am,” he said. “I always am.”

You could feel your heartbeat getting faster but before you could say anything, Elias flung himself on the seat beside Cecily’s.

“Dear God Audley can talk when he wants to,” he murmured. “Hello Chérie.”

“Hello Elias!”

“And hello my angel,” Elias entwined his fingers with Cecily before he touched her stomach. “How are you and my daughter?”

“Son,” you said, leaning forward so that he could see you better. “It’s going to be a boy, Elias.”

“It’s a girl and she’s going to take after her amazing mother and the world will be a better place for it,” Elias said. “That being said, Cece my angel, I think our daughter’s crib—”

“Your son’s crib.”

“Our daughter’s crib –you keep your mouth shut Y/N— should be made of oak tree because I asked around today, and everyone agrees it’s the best option.”

“To repeat, we have months until the baby gets here,” Cecily said. “Just in case you two have forgotten, a baby takes nine months to arrive.”

“Well I’m sure my daughter—”

“Son.”

“Chérie I swear to God…”

“How do you know it’s going to be a boy?” Anthony asked and you shrugged your shoulders.

“The same way I knew my friend Marie was having a boy and my other friend Josie was having a girl.”

Anthony blinked a couple of times. “…Are you a witch or something?”

You pulled your brows together. “Are you trying to get rid of me?”

“What?”

“People used to burn witches here in London?”

Elias put his hands over Cecily’s stomach as if trying to protect it. “Can you not talk about violence near my baby please?”

“The baby doesn’t have ears yet, Elias.” Cecily said helpfully and Elias shook his head.

“She will be afraid to visit those two in their violent home if they keep going like this Cece.”

“Violent?” You and Anthony asked at the same time and Elias shrugged his shoulders.

“Look at what you’re talking about. Burning witches.”

“It would explain a lot of things if you were a witch,” Anthony muttered more to himself and you scoffed.

“You don’t even believe in that.”

“Well no of course not, but there must be a reason why you end up being right all the time even in things that seem impossible to know.”

“The reason is that—” you were cut off when the play started and you stole a look at the stage, then leaned in closer to whisper into his ear. “The reason is that everyone must listen to me at all times, especially you. Considering I’m right all the time when it comes to future, and you rarely are.”

That fond smile curled his lips again and you turned your head to watch the play but Anthony seemed to have other plans. Not even a minute had passed that he touched your jawbone with his finger, making you turn your head to look up at him. A fire spread over your cheeks as you became painfully aware of just how many people had seen him do that, even though you were married, it was still—

You were still in public, and anything other than walking together with maybe you holding his arm was frowned upon.

He wasn’t supposed to touch you like that, but somehow you couldn’t even bring yourself to care what others would think.

“Aren’t you forgetting the one time I was right about what would happen in the future though?”

You blinked up at him a couple of times, trying to focus.

“What do you mean?”

“Well,” he said with a small smirk. “Remind me, what did you ask me the first time you and I were alone in my study?”

You pulled your brows together, straining your mind until the thought hit you and a smile lit up your face before you looked up at the sky and heaved a sigh, as if trying to remember.

“I asked you if my husband would love me.”

“And?”

“And you said…” you trailed off. “You said, ‘how could he not?’.”

“There you go.”

You nibbled on your lip, batting your lashes up at him.

“And does my husband love me?” you taunted him and he ran a knuckle over the back of your hand, awakening goosebumps on your arm. He leaned in to nuzzle into your hair, inhaling your scent before he lowered his head so that you could hear his low murmur.

“Your husband, my sweeting,” his breath caressed the shell of your ear and that familiar throb right between your legs came back, making you swallow thickly. “Is so in love with you that he can’t think of anything else but you.”

This—

This was very inappropriate to even think of in public.

You could feel the excitement rushing through you and you bit inside your cheek hard enough to hurt in hopes of it helping you focus, but it was impossible. You had never been able to focus on anything but Anthony even before you were married, and now that you were married, now that you knew just how good he could make you feel to the point of never ending bliss laced with pleasure, even attempting to pay attention to anything but him was out of the question.

You blinked up at him as he pulled back, the anticipation already making you breathless and his dark eyes slipped to your lips before snapping up to your eyes again.

“Um, can—” you stammered and stole a look at the stage before turning to him again, his gaze almost like a magnet to yours as you squirmed in your seat. “Can we go home after the play is over please?”

A mischievous smirk pulled at his lips and he raised his brows as if he was amused, then tapped your wrist.

“Come on, we’re leaving.”

“Now?” you whispered. “But the play—”

“I couldn’t care less about the play,” he nearly growled and stood up, pulling you by the wrist so that you could stand up with him, making Cecily and Elias turn their heads.

“What are you—?”

“We’ll see you two later,” Anthony said without so much as a pause and pulled you with him so that you could walk beside him, a giggle escaping from you as you tried to keep up with his long strides.

“Are we going home now?”

“Home is half an hour away darling, I’m not waiting that long.”

You pulled your brows together. “Oh,” you said, looking around. “Then I don’t understand I’m afraid. Where are we going?”

“The carriage.”

“But where will the carriage…” you started before the thought hit you and your jaw dropped, a gasp getting caught in your throat. “Anthony surely you’re jesting!”

“I’m not.”

“But that’s not—we can’t—” you protested, even the thought of doing what he suggested sending a fire all over your face despite the anticipation making your heartbeat speed up. “What if someone sees?”

“It’s a close carriage with curtains my siren, no one will see.”

“But what will you tell the coachman?”

“That we want a trip around the city and he will not stop the horses until we tell him to.”

“But—” you slowed down your steps as soon as you saw your carriage before you halted to a stop, making him stop as well. He turned around to shoot you a smirk before stepping closer to you, curling a finger under your chin so that you could look at him better.

“Yes?”

“What if,” you swallowed thickly, gazing up into his dark eyes. “What if someone hears?”

“Oh don’t worry sweeting,” he said with a small smirk and winked at you. “I can keep you quiet.”

You let out a giggle and bit on your lip, then nodded before he pulled you towards the carriage.

“We want a trip around the city, I’ll tell you when we’ll get back,” he told the coachman as he opened the door for you and held out his hand.

“In you go my love.”

You took his hand and went into the carriage with him following you, trying your hardest to contain the excited giggle threatening to spill from your lips. He slammed the door close and the carriage started moving at the same time he pulled you to his lap, making you squeal.

“This is highly inappropriate!” you said through giggles and he pulled you into a kiss before his lips went down to your neck, your eyes fluttering close as he dragged his fingertips under your silk skirts, his touch awakening fire on your bare legs.

“I’ve told you before my love,” he muttered to your neck, making you let out a breath. “I’m good with inappropriate.”

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Thoughts on Bridgerton S3 so far.

Under the cut for the sake of my poor moots and for spoilers. And first and foremost, I am a hater, so I will have some complaints but most are positive.

Positives:

Developing Cressida’s character. I’ve wanted this since I started watching with season 2. I love that she isn’t a cardboard cutout mean girl bc she gets shat on (deservedly sometimes) a lot by the main characters. Also I’m not sure which way they want to go with her character but I don’t think she needs any kind of redemption, maybe just a softening of her character.

Disabled visibility. It’s very clunky, but it is a step in the right direction.Period pieces tend to be worse than other types of shows and movies at erasing disabled people. It’s easy to forget that disabled people did exist and were apart of society. I can’t speak much to how they were treated, but this is bridgerton so it is very possible to portray them in ways that are realistic to the more modern experience of, say, being in a wheelchair.

Portia Featherington. Send tweet.

Benedict being a fun little guy.

Sibling dynamics of the bridgertons are really sweet to see and always make me smile.

Penelope serving cunt, intellect and agency.

Thr Mondrich family being on screen more. I’d love a side show on them like Queen Charlotte. Their relationship is so sweet and I am observing 👀 with upmost respect.

I do like Colin’s new look buuut… we will come back to this.

Francesca’s new actress is so talented. The shy girl rep that I need. She looks a lot like Phoebe and fits in perfectly.

The other stuff (and how i would change it)

Penelope’s makeover seemed rushed. I think her transformation should’ve been gradual as she gains confidence. Almost like Kate’s last season. She starts to reflect her confidence e gains throughout the season and i’m thinking that a fanfic may be brewing oh no.

Colin’s makeover is needed bc they had to downplay the actors beauty in earlier seasons. But I don’t see him as a devilishly handsome rake all of a sudden. Luke Newton has a kind and approachable (kind of baby) face and I think that they should play on that. A pretty kind of handsome instead of trying to immitate the more masculine look that they used for anthony. I know it’s because he is putting on a performance but I think they could have gona another way. His look in season 2 is great in my opinion, maybe if his clothing was more relaxed but he kept the same hair then it would be perfect.

They’re trying to convince us that he’s suave and smooth with the ladies but it’s not consistent with his character

The threesome scenes? Not a hundred percent sure who that was for. Sapphics let me know if you appreciated those scenes because I know they weren’t doing that for their famously large straight male audience. I also saw someone say it reduces the sex workers to props but in context that kind of works into the story so idk.

Colin went from being lost at the end of last season to gaining a sense of identity that isn’t implied to be an act.

Lots of side stories make it seem messy and wastes time that can go into understanding Francesca, Penelope, and Colin. Instead of focusing on stories like Lady Bridgerton’s romantic story they really should make a QS 2 where they can explore the older cast of characters.

Paaaaacinnng. Everything is happening so fast and the side stories mean that Polin doesn’t even make much sense to me. I don’t feel any chemistry. I’m not going to count how long they’ve been on screen together this season, but it’s not enough for me to believe that Colin finally sees Pen in a romantic way. The helping Pen find a husband quest lasted for a second and immediately he realises his feelings. I just don’t buy it. I almost want to cut away to horny ass Kanthony to see actual chemistry.

if anybody reads this and has their own takes pls comment. I love talking about the show and hearing what other people thought.

#if you see a spelling or grammatical error no you didnt #I’m happy with it so far #a bit disappointed #but we still have four episodes to go #so i’m optimistic #bridgerton #polin #will mondrich #penelope featherington #bridgerton season 3 #bridgerton spoilers #alice mondrich #lady bridgerton #francesca bridgerton #bridgerton s3

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heavymetalelemental · 7 months

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It has been 24 hours since I was at the Magnus Protocol premiere and I have thoughts.

First up:

AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH

And now we can continue

SPOILERS BELOW YEE'VE BEEN WARNED

So first up Sam and Alice are great. Alice is hilarious and Sam is giving me strong Martin vibes in that I just want to keep him safe from all the horrors that can and will be coming for them like nobody's business. Poor babies have no idea what's coming and I'm scared

New statement system - love it. Old timey computers = creepy always and since two conversations were outside the office (I think on a security camera and phone in the pub) something is already listening to them which brings us onto...

Jon and Martin (sorry, Chester and Neil) are in the computer?!? First off "What?!" And second of all "How and why?". Their statements are definitely the real ones like with Archives but why are they reading them out. Do they have to? Are they trying to get out? Are they trying to warn us about the powers?! I NEED ANSWERS! Although I do have a feeling it's something to do with...

Augustus, the mystery third voice who I am 98.3% sure is probably Jonah hence J.01, M.01 and J.02. I have a feeling we're not going to hear that for a while though.

Gwendolyn knows something! She doesn't like Alice calling the voice Neil, Chester and Augustus...perhaps because she knows their real names? 🤔

Colin, poor moody Scottish IT manager Colin, he's either going to be dead by next episode or different a la NotThem (the ending made me fear for his safety)

Lena is suss, enough said although I can't hate a Yorkshire accent too much

Mr Bonzo can get fucked

Love that we're going straight in with the office drama. No ships yet but I'm sure they'll develop

Neil's first line (other than the email info) was "I just wanted to hear his voice again" which makes me sad. I just wanted them to be happy goddamn it!

What the hell did RedCanary find in the Magnus Institute?!?!?

Why were there no papers in the archives? It was an extremely specific detail that knowing Jonny and Alex will not be an accident. Were they just stolen or was it more wibbly wobbly parallel dimension stuff?

Again, Mr Bonzo can get fucked.

That's all I can think of for now but I'll add more if I think of anything else. Can't wait for January because this series is going to be incredible!

#the magnus protocol #the magnus protocol spoilers #tmagp #tmp #ive been vibrating into somewhere else for the last twenty four hours

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grogusmum · 11 months

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Seven Tears part 6

SELKIE!EZRA X F!READER

WORD COUNT: 2500ish

SERIES SUMMARY: Months after being abandoned, she does something rash and summons a selkie, who wishes to bring her comfort and maybe more.

CHAPTER SUMMARY: Summer moves quickly on Roan Inish, Pearl and Cee grow close and the baby is born, but the fall brings the annulment at last, and with it there is retaliation and a choice is made.

WARNING: Olde Timey gender norms and sexism, though set in mid-20th century Ireland, and Ireland's predominantly white, Reader is physically undescribed, as are her blood relatives, her missing spouse, and his family are white, reader gives birth (not described), Cee in peril, ANGST, Colin and Jamie continue to be horrible people, Ezra is a selkie, yes, it deserves its own warning, excessive use of pet names, painful cliffhanger - its going to be okay, I promise! (as always see something say something. please let me know in my DMs if there is a warning I missed)

A/N: Welp, at 364 days since the last update- it hasn't been a literal year since the last chapter... After I finally got it down and started editing I realized why I had such a block. At least part of it anyway... This is a tough one. I understand why I kept diverting to writing side fics with sexytimes, new-fangled doodads, flashbacks of shenanigans, and so forth. While I was figuring out this chapter, and well into writing it, I spent most of the time saying to Ezra, can we just make breakfast and snuggle??? Of course, he's no help because he says yes let's. Like so many of my penultimate chapters, it's a cliffhanger and a painful one, and I am so very sorry. But I am not stopping and taking a break to do other fics. I will be writing part 7 this weekend.

Gaelic Translation (with a dash of history)

Móra dhuit ar maidin: good morning, is a twist on the traditional Dia dhuit ar maidin which means God (be) with you. Some believe this is where the infamous “Top of the Morning” Mor meaning big, Mora believed to be a “lost word”. However, it was discovered that in fact, this is one of the quite rare surviving pagan blessings. Mór was a significant goddess (note: attributes quite different to the Morrigan or Mór Ríon, even if sometimes mixed together) with many avatars. Of course, this all can be debated to the end of time, when one’s religion and language are made illegal so much is lost.

Gaeilge translation

A ghrá: love

Mo stór: Literally translating to “My treasure,” this phrase is often used to mean “my darling.”

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‘You would have to become a selkie yourself.’

Ezra stopped further conversation that night about it. “Today has been long and arduous, and not the hour for decisions of this magnitude, Moonbeam.” He had said, then unfairly distracted you as only he can.

Your time on the island was magical. You cleaned out the other cottages and your parents brought some basic furniture. The cottages were sparse but appointed with the necessaries to visit comfortably. The visits from your family and Tilda and Fergus were lovely. Because your relocation was for your safety and protection, no one knew beyond that circle. You knew you would miss your friends and cousins. But for now, you were distracted from missing them too badly because Cee came to visit, often. It was new to her, and she found it great fun. She would look at her human feet or hands and laugh with wonder, she would tell you later ‘wonder at their ridiculousness’. You noted fondly that she had a little bit of her father’s laugh.

The first time she came up out of the water you got to see the transformation firsthand. Her flippers felt for the seam under her snout, invisible to the eye. She then pulled it apart and a blonde teenager emerged.

Blonde. You looked at Ezra, flabbergasted. To which he said-

“There is a saying, my Pearl, all toads are frogs but not all frogs are indeed toads. Uncommon it may be, but one needs only look for the sea storm in her eyes to know.”

Cee came and went from the shoals, and Ezra reminded you not to worry, that as your belly rounded with every week that passed, he would be the worrier in the family.

Spending the morning fishing with your Da and Thomas, Ezra is gone when you wake. This is his way of thanking them as they usually have other supplies for you. Cee emerges from her bed which is curtained off in one corner of the great room, as you set out two bowls of porridge.

“Móra dhuit ar maidin (MOR-uhg(w)itch air MA-jin), Cee”

“Móra dhuit ar ma–” Cee yawns openly, “jin. Where is me Da?”

She, then, sniffs the oats hopefully.

“Fishing,” You tell her. “Why don' you cut some apples, dear.”

“With hooks and a line?” Cee chuffs as she sets to the task. You can not help joining her mirth.

You are with Cee on your own for the first time-

“You must have missed Ezr- your Da. I did not know I was keeping him from anyone- I would have encouraged him to visit. I am truly sorry, Cee.”

“‘tis the nature of things,” Cee says, mouth full of apples and oats, “besides if he were to slip back into his pelt and visit, he could not return to you for seven years. He has loved you a long time- everyone knows that!”

You are taken aback, you hardly register the sweet knowledge that she and others in his pod knew his love for you, thinking about the fact that if he goes in he can not return for seven years. Seeing her come and go, you assumed, with no small amount of relief, that bit was a myth, and you tell her so.

“Oh, I can come and go, because I am a natural-born selkie. Da was turned.”

“How was he turned?”

“Well,” Cee starts, “ehm, that is probably a story he ought tell you. Though he don' really like to tell that tale.”

By the time of Ezra return, Cee’s words were pushed out of your mind. For the pair of you had gathered seaweed and dug clams for luncheon, and you had felt your first real kick from the baby.

“Pearl! Come sit,” Ezra pulls you into the house. “You need to rest.”

Sitting you down by the fireplace, he settles on his knees, splaying a large warm hand on your lower belly, soft brown eyes on you, hoping to feel another kick.

“How does everyone?”

“Very well, Moonbeam,” Ezra absently runs his hand over the expanse of your middle, then drops his head on your lap. “Patrick had some supplies for us as well.”

“Any news?”

“Well…”

“What, a ghrá (uh GHRAH)?”

“Colin and his brother are still ragin’. Dierdre is making progress with the annulment, tis not sitting too well, it seems.”

“Pity sake”

“He deserves none," Ezra's eyes darken and you see his selkie nature for just a moment.

On the longest day, your water breaks at 4 a.m. The gift of midsummer's day is that daylight is already breaking, and Ezra can take the currach out right away and fetch your mam. The whole of the family comes back with Ezra and waits outside the cottage as Deirdre and Felicia help you bring young Rory into the world, with Ezra attached to your side.

When Rory's shoulder breaches its final barrier with your last mighty push, he slips like a seal into your mother’s waiting arms.

Ezra kisses your glistening brow and with a whoop, he runs to the window to shout to kin both seal and man-

“Tis a boy! With a shock of red hair from who knows where!” To which everyone whooped and laughed hardily.

“It’s midsummer! That’d be the faeries doing!” Hugh calls.

“Someone tell that boy to hush,” Deirdre says to no one in particular, shaking her head and crossing herself. She hands off the swaddled babe to Felicia, who brings him to you. Your Mam goes to the fireplace takes up an iron poker and draws talismans into the ash, muttering about faeries, calling St. Bridget to protect the home and all dwelling within.

You, Ezra, Rory, and Cee grow more in love with every passing day. There is nothing Cee enjoys more than when Rory is in his boat cradle, being lulled in the shallows tethered to a rope you hold fast to. During his fussy times, it is the only thing that calms him. She swims round and round it, bobbing up to check on him. Ezra barks his laugh at Cee’s antics and in the evenings he holds his son close, nosing his cheek and murmuring in the old way. And of course, any chance he gets, he brings you closer to him than many would find humanly possible. Nights are spent worshipful, in one another's arms. When the babe is wakeful, Ezra brings him to you, and when Rory is fed and dozing he silently takes him back to his cradle.

Summer rushes past as it has a habit of doing and autumn comes. Plans are set for this morning to go to the mainland to sign papers for your annulment.

“Tis finally here,” you sigh, kissing Ezra, the baby dressed and ready for a boat ride. “I’ll go to the church and get this settled at long last and meet you at the pub?”

“Agreed, mo stór (mu store)” Ezra says as he carries out a basket to the currach, he sets it in the boat and then helps you aboard, as you hold Rory.

The tide is with you as is the wind, so your trip is uneventful and swift. Ezra kisses your cheek and takes the baby for Tilda and Fergus to see and you head up to St Bridget’s to finally wash your hands of Colin. You smile as you walk the familiar cobbled road, excited butterflies in your belly. You remember to be watchful, knowing Colin and Jamie, this day is sure to stir up a hornet's nest. All is quiet, but you start to feel as though it is too quiet.

Ezra brings Rory into the pub, head up, bursting with fatherly pride, and Tilda comes round the board, hand on her heart. She takes up the baby as she gives Ezra a peck on the cheek.

“You may never get the wee one back,” Fergus laughs.

“Look how big you’ve gotten!” She coos.

“He is but a weed of a thing, growing faster-” No sooner does Ezra sit to catch up with his friends, does Hugh run into the bar, holding a stitch in his side. Ezra stands, his nostrils flaring as his eyes go dark, as if the barometer just fell and he could feel a dangerous storm brewing.

“I was- I was down at the docks-” he gasps trying to catch his breath. “Cee was there, knew it was the- the big day. But Colin-”

Ezra was on him, hands like vices on his shoulders.

“Ezra!” Tilda commands. He let go but the huff of his breathing bristles his mustache.

“What about Colin,” Ezra’s voice is like nothing they have ever heard. Rory fusses.

“He’s got Cee in a net, started dragging her out. Da -.”

Ezra bellows.

“Watch over Rory, Tilda. Hugh, does she know?”

“No, I came here first. Thomas has a boat- one with a motor-”

“Good lad,” Ezra breathes and storms from the pub, Hugh following behind.

At the dock, Ezra prowles up and down, until Thomas comes into view.

“Over there!”

Ezra looks at the small vessel with an outboard motor, mildly distrustful.

“Hugh stay at the dock and keep watch. We will get to the boa-”

“No. Go back to the island.”

“Wh-”

“I need my pelt.”

Cee twists and bites at the net, angry at herself for getting caught. Knowing this was to get to you and Ezra. Other seals surround her, trying to help.

She barks, nostrils flaring, pointing with her nose behind her. Two seals peel off and go in the direction she indicates, while one stays with Cee.

Soon enough two gray seals like torpedoes reach Ezra, flanking the port and starboard bows. Their heads come above the surface and one barks.

"Go on ahead to the island, in the hamper at the end of the big bed. Fast. Meet me back at this boat. Mind the propeller," Ezra shouts over the wind and motor.

The seals put out a burst of speed, porpoising in and out of the water.

"What are you going to do?"

"You have to tell her," Ezra's voice breaks, eyes rimmed red. "Tell her, I will return even if she can't bring herself to come to me. I will-"

"Ezra?"

"I promised," he wails, "I have never promised anyone anything- only she! But I can't let Cee-"

"She'll understand."

"I'm deserting her!"

"I will tell her."

"Is there anything to write with?"

Thomas rummages a bit and pulls from his pack, a small notebook with a pen tucked in its spine.

Ezra takes it and begins scribbling frantically.

Jamie’s boat speeds along, gulls scold them, and seals chase. Colin and Jamie jeer at them, determined to take their offense out on the young selkie. Heedless of the long-held taboo and the consequences that can befall entire villages, for harming a seal. Whether or not they know Cee was a selkie or a seal, they laughed in bad humor and wondered if one of them would make wife of her. They are both quite lucky Cee could not hear their base chatter.

After chewing at the net for some time, Cee finally breaks through the net, barking a laugh of triumph. When she slips free, she rolls and tumbles with her companion in celebration. When she has had her fill, she bobs in the water watching as the craft continues east. Cee barks at the other seal and sets after the boat at top speed. Only after she chews the netting that held her captive to shreds, does she make way to the mainland. But it is not long before she is faced with her mistake.

You arrive at the pub in good spirits, but your relaxed smile is wiped clean off at the sight of the faces within. Your face falls further seeing Tilda with Rory, and Ezra nowhere to be found.

"Where-"

For the second time today, Hugh bursts in like the devil is at his heels-

"C-cee-"

"Is she alright?" Tilda says standing.

"She is! She- she got away, but she's ragin' on the stand!"

The lot of you pour out of the pub. Fergus tosses out a lone customer and locks up behind. Hugh hastily explains what he knows, as your eyes become saucers. At the beach Cee is half out of her coat, as she is covered with the blanket that Tilda had the forethought to bring, she seethes-

"Da went after 'em. He didn’ know I broke free on me own until after he’d done it! He's angrier than I have ever seen!"

"Are you alright? Are you hurt at all?" Your eyes search her.

"He's not mad at that- well he is bu' he's fit to be tied because-" Cee's words pull up short, she looks like she might cry. "He thought- he- put on his pelt. I- I'm sorry."

You look as though you've been struck in the face, but you rub her shoulder absently hoping she knows you do not blame her.

"He's gone after the boat, he wi- he'll sink it," Cee finishes.

"Where's Thomas?" Asks Hugh.

"I'm here!" Thomas runs down the rocky steps, and hands you the note.

My shining Pearl,

I am loath to break my promise and beg your forgiveness.

Do I dare remind you that we spoke of you coming with me?

Though I admit that conversation was far from over.

Do I presume to ask for this gift?

Would you don a silken seal coat, mo ghrá?

Would you do this for me though I hardly deserve it?

Yours forever,

Ezra

When you finish reading, you find yourself turning a lost circle, pebbles shifting underfoot.

"I- he-" You look down at the note again, eyes brimming with unshed tears.

"He didn't want to!" Thomas says, beside himself.

"Of course, he didn't," Dierdre soothes.

Trembling, you rush to Tilda grasping her hands. Blinded by the tears that refuse to fall, you don't see what everyone else can see plain, she knows your question and hates the answer.

"The Maiden and the Seal-lord! She- she was able to take her grandmother's pelt! You have one from yours, yes? Please yes!"

The waves crash, as though very ocean can not abide your tears.

"Darlin, my seal gran has too many greats in front of it to tell us, even if I could dig it up and give it to you," Tilda holds your panicked face in her worn hands. " Which I would, I most surely would. But it would not transform you- for no matter how close I hold you as kin, you must be a blood relation. Your way… if you wish it, it will be harder."

Your wail breaks her heart, gulls echo your cry.

You take Rory in your arms, the note crushed in your hand, and climb Widow’s Rock.

"Ez-ra!"

Deirdre sends everyone back to the house and carefully climbs the rock. She wraps her arms around you and Rory.

"For right or wrong, God forgive him. He will sink that boat and come back to you, even if he can't take off his coat."

You nod in response, eyes on the open water-

"I need to talk to Cee.”

Part 7

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If you care to read more of my stories you can find my masterlist here and if you would like to be tagged for any of my fics you can find my handy dandy taglist form here.

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