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birthday
anthony bridgerton x wife!reader
wife!reader is excited to celebrate her husband’s first birthday since they got married only to wake up and find anthony missing. she takes a trip to mayfair to ask the bridgerton family where anthony has disappeared to.
tw: grief, mentions of a parent's death.
a/n: hi everyone, wanted to take a second to just thank you for all the support. i started writing these just for fun and decided on an impulse to start posting my writings, not expecting them to get past even 15 likes! i really enjoyed writing this oneshot and navigating anthony's feelings in this one. let me know if you'd like to see a part 2 within this story line or similar stories within the bridgerton universe!
The first rays of dawn broke through the curtains, pulling Y/N from her sleep. She reached to the side, feeling the bed for her husband to find only the absence of his warmth. She sat up, it was unusual for Anthony to be gone so early in the morning. The two of them had a habit of starting their mornings together before he went off to tend to business, the vacant spot on the bed puzzled her – today was Anthony’s thirtieth birthday, the first one they would spend married. She already had a plan for the day; dotingly wake him up with kisses in all the spots he loved, take their breakfast in bed (a special one at that – she requested the cooks to make his favorite marmalade with the first plums of the season), pack a basket with light sandwiches and his favorite wine to picnic by a nearby lake, and end the night with his most favorite activity. Y/N pouted, upset that her plans had been foiled by his absence. She pushed the duvet off and dressed herself, wondering what possibly could have been important enough for him to leave without telling her.
“Amelia,” she called out to one of the maids. Amelia had been working at Aubrey Hall for years, she knew the ins and outs of this place like the back of her hand, maybe she’d seen Anthony this morning?
“Yes, my lady?”
“Did you happen to see the viscount this morning?”
“No, my lady. My apologies,” she paused, “though – you may want to check with the dowager viscountess.”
She tilted her head in confusion, “Whatever for?”
Amelia fiddled with the rag in her hands.
“Amelia, what is it?”
“Every year, on the viscount’s birthday he…disappears. He usually slips out before dawn when we’re all just getting started with the day. But we’ve never seen where he goes.”
Y/N’s confusion only deepened. Amelia waited for Y/N to dismiss her – she did so, waving a hand and offering a gracious smile for the information she provided. Amelia exited with a curtsy, leaving Y/N with no choice but to pay the Bridgerton clan a visit. Perhaps they could give her some insight into her husband’s mysterious birthday habit.
She managed to reach Mayfair before the sun had peaked in the sky. The carriage approached Bridgerton House, Y/Npeered through to see if Anthony might be somewhere around. He was nowhere to be found, much to her dismay. She stood before the double doors of Bridgerton House, signaling to the footman to announce her arrival. In the blink of an eye, her favorite Bridgerton sibling came running to the door.
“Y/N! How lovely it is to see you!” Eloise exclaimed, pulling her in for a hug. She returned the hug, grateful for the way Eloise managed to instantly raise Y/N’s spirits. Violet followed Eloise, a knowing smile on her face. Y/N pulled away from Eloise’s tight embrace to greet Violet.
“Can’t seem to find Anthony, can you dearest?” Violet said when she pulled away from their hug.
“I see this is a regular occurrence then?” She replied, feeling left out – why had no one bothered to inform her of this habit of his? She would have saved herself from the disappointment of foiled plans.
“Come in, you’ll catch a chill if you stand at the door any longer,” Violet ushered them upstairs.
“Y/N!” Hyacinth and Gregory were the next to greet her as she walked into the drawing room.
She gave the two little Bridgertons a hug, commenting on how tall Gregory had gotten and the length of Hyacinth’s curly hair. The pair immediately began updating her on all the things they’d gotten up to while Y/N was gone – though they didn’t get far.
“Hyacinth, Gregory – please give Y/N a moment to rest from her trip. I’m sure she’d love to hear all about your mischief later,” Violet said. The inseparable duo pouted for a moment before taking a seat in their usual spot. Y/N herself took a between Violet and Eloise, turning to ask her more about her husband's whereabouts.
“Do you know where he goes off to? Surely his mother might know.”
“I’m afraid I do not. I do, however, know the reason he disappears,” Violet looked over at her youngest children, ensuring they were engrossed in whatever they were doing before continuing.
“Since Edmund died, there has not been a birthday where he does not run off like this. It started when he turned ten and nine. I know it has something to do with his father, I am certain, but I cannot figure out where he goes. The first year, I checked Edmund’s grave to no avail. I’ve searched and searched my mind for places that held significance to Edmund, to Anthony,” she explained, throwing her hands up with a defeated sigh.
Y/N took a moment to process Violet’s revelation, guilt slowly eating her up. She had been so involved with her ownplans for Anthony’s birthday and then felt so disappointed but all this time, he was taking time to grieve. Her heart shattered for her husband – her valiant, loving, sweetheart of a husband.
“If I may,” Eloise cut in with the raise of a finger, “perhaps he simply despises the concept of birthdays and wishes to avoid all the commotion by hiding out in some pub somewhere?”
“Eloise!” Violet exclaimed.
“My, my, what do we have here? Viscountess Bridgerton has come to visit us!” Benedict interrupted the three women on the sofa, shooting a warm smile towards Y/N.
“Benedict, it’s lovely to see you,” she replied. She rose from her seat, giving Benedict a quick embrace before he took his seat across from them.
“Allow me to guess – Anthony’s disappeared?”
Y/N nodded, “I don’t suppose you happen to know where?”
Benedict clicked his tongue, “I’m afraid not.”
She sighed, “Well, when does he usually return then?”
“The next day. And to make matters worse, he acts as if it were totally normal, avoiding all questions about his whereabouts until you simply surrender trying to figure it out,” Benedict said.
That night, Y/N retired to their bedroom though she had no intentions of sleep – how could she manage to when her husband was off God knows where, in what condition. It kept her up with worry, so she decided she’d stay up and wait for his return. Staring at the walls had become tortuous as the hours droned by, she wrapped herself in a robe and made her way toward Anthony’s study. Perhaps she could find something here to clue her into her husband's habit. She poured herself a glass of Anthony’s whiskey, choking down the bitter liquid, and sat back on his chair with a sigh.
She looked around the dimly lit room, a portrait of Anthony’s father hung up to the left of the desk. She wondered what he was like, Anthony rarely ever spoke of him. Her heart ached at the thought of her husband at eighteen, witnessing what he’d witnessed and resuming to take on the mantle that’d belonged to his father in the midst of such trauma. Her eyes scanned the painting – catching on a pocket watch in her late father-in-law’s hand. She stood, leaning in to get a closer look at the watch. Realization dawned on her. This was Anthony’s pocket watch – well, it had been his father’s but this was the same watch he carried with him everywhere. She had noticed early on his habit of checking the time almost obsessively. She always wondered why he had such a fascination with time.
I could never surpass my father. He was a greater man than I. Anthony’s words echoed in her mind.
It all fell into place – clicking like a lock in her mind.
She ran back upstairs, rushing to wear something more appropriate. She quietly ran back downstairs, grabbing her cloak on the way out. The September days were cool and refreshing but the nights were cooler, which Y/N usually savored but the cold air only increased her adrenaline tonight, causing a chill to run down her spine.
She summoned a carriage, willing it to come faster as it approached her.
“To the chapel, please.”
As the carriage moved closer to the chapel, she could make out the vague silhouette of a man sitting on a park bench facing the clock in the center. The moonlight illuminated the small square, the scene before her looked to be straight out of a painting. She stepped out of the carriage, rushing towards the silhouette.
She stood behind him for a moment, afraid to disrupt him – afraid of what his reaction might be. She knew her husband preferred to grieve alone but this was beyond grief; Anthony feared his birthdays, feared the clock running out of time.
“Anthony?”
The man in front of her startled, inhaling as he turned around. She sighed in relief.
“How did you find me here?” He said, motioning for her to sit with him.
She walked around the bench, placing a kiss on her husband’s forehead as she sat beside him.
“Your pocket watch.”
He let out a breathy laugh, a humorless action. He held the watch, thumb circling its frame.
“You are not bound to time, Anthony,” she said gently.
He looked up at her, eyes red from the long day he must have had.
“Are we all not bound to time? Some simply have less.”
“You cannot know that for certain, dearest.”
“I know I am less of a man than my father was yet he merely had eight and thirty years,” his voice was hoarse.
“You are just as much of a man as he was. You’ve fought so hard for this family, do not belittle your efforts,” she took his face in her hands.
She wished she could show him how much of a man he truly was. He'd raised his siblings and taken on the burden of being a viscount to allow for his brothers to pursue their dreams. He ensured his sisters were well provided for and he dealt with his mother's grief for years -- all without complaint. Because of this, it was a privilege to call Anthony her husband, if only he could see himself how she saw him.
“You are not leaving me behind in a mere eight years, Anthony Bridgerton. I will fight death himself if that is to be the case.”
He chuckled, a hint of real joy behind his eyes as he did.
“I have no doubt you would give it a valiant effort, my love.”
He leaned forward, placing a kiss on her lips.
“It’s late and cold, shall we head back to the house?”
She nodded, grateful to return her husband to where he belonged – at her side, with his family surrounding them.
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for @iwtvfanevents REWIND THE TAPE: a playlist masterpost
SPOTIFY QUICKLINKS: ONE | TWO | THREE | FOUR | FIVE | SIX | SEVEN
tracklists beneath the cut
I. "IN THROES OF INCREASING WONDER"
haunted by american dreams
music box — MICHAEL RIESMAN AND THE WESTERN WIND ORCHESTRA
ascension — SARAH KINSLEY
the man that got away (live) — JEFF BUCKLEY
i'll go running — SQUIRREL FLOWER
ghost — LIANNE LA HAVAS
things that scare me — NEKO CASE
old devil moon — ELLA FITZGERALD
crying — MADISON VIOLET
funeral bell — PHILDEL
to die today — CAROLINE ROSE
pointed at the sun — HURRAY FOR THE RIFF RAFF
anger as beauty — HAWKSLEY WORKMAN
cocaine and abel — AMIGO THE DEVIL
so in love — KISS ME, KATE (marin mazzie in the new broadway cast recording)
II. "AFTER THE PHANTOMS OF YOUR FORMER SELF"
little lonely habits turn into sins
skydiving (acoustic) — LIGHTS
the day i drove the car around the block — INDIGO SPARKE
tears in reverse — LUCIUS
hungry ghost — JOHANNA WARREN
you do something to me — ELLA FITZGERALD
so afraid — JANELLE MONÁE
misguided angel — COWBOY JUNKIES
it's alright ma, i'm only bleeding — THE DUHKS
little lonely habits — EMILY BROWN
tonight will be fine — CHRISTINA MARTIN
where i want to be — FRANCES RUFFELLE
truth be told — SKYE WALLACE
clever meals — TEGAN AND SARA
all mirrors — ANGEL OLSEN
III. "IS MY VERY NATURE THAT OF THE DEVIL"
anger pure and real and sticky and moving and sweet
all along the watchtower — JIMI HENDRIX
never say die — CHVRCHES
merrily we roll along — MERRILY WE ROLL ALONG (the new cast recording)
entertain — SLEATER-KINNEY
american dream — ONDARA
what a little moonlight can do — BILLIE HOLIDAY
tooth for a tooth — JOHANNA WARREN
don’t let me be misunderstood — NINA SIMONE
fire — SARA BAREILLES
state — LAURA STEVENSON
trouble — THE NEW RESPECTS
a burning hill — MITSKI
don’t forget — SKY FERREIRA
looking for knives — DYAN
IV. "THE RUTHLESS PURSUIT OF BLOOD WITH ALL A CHILD'S DEMANDING"
i shine only with the light you gave me
my baby wants a baby — ST. VINCENT
if you could read my mind — ROSE COUSINS
wolf like me — TV ON THE RADIO
all the things you are — ELLA FITZGERALD
daughter — PEARL JAM
oh no darling! — SARAH KINSLEY
children will listen — ELERI WARD
adam’s ribs — JENSEN MCRAE
the moon will sing — THE CRANE WIVES
light of love — FLORENCE + THE MACHINE
diaries — MARTYNA BASTA
isn’t it a trial? — ALICE BY HEART (grace mclean & company in the original cast recording)
dress yourself — SLEATER-KINNEY
doll parts — HOLE
V. "A VILE HUNGER FOR YOUR HAMMERING HEART"
what if birds aren't singing they're screaming
salt and vinegar — LIGHTS
the wetlands — AIOFE WOLF
death of me — SKYE WALLACE
like a child hiding behind your tombstone — SLOTHRUST
nine lives — ODIE LEIGH
what if birds aren’t singing they’re screaming — ALDOUS HARDING
let me stay — JOHANNA WARREN
pushing the needle too far — INDIGO GIRLS
every day a little death — A LITTLE NIGHT MUSIC (patricia elliott & victoria mallory in the original broadway cast recording)
any way the wind blows — HADESTOWN (original broadway cast recording)
special death — MIRAH
the kick inside — KATE BUSH
my least favorite life — LERA LYNN
stormy weather — ETTA JAMES
VI. "LIKE ANGELS PUT IN HELL BY GOD"
after midnight
phantom limb — SKYE WALLACE
black star — JADE BIRD
send in the clowns — ELERI WARD
as long as he needs me — OLIVER! (sally dexter in the 1994 london palladium cast recording)
stuck in the south — ADIA VICTORIA
chess — CHESS (the original recording)
walkin’ after midnight — PATSY CLINE
what’s the use of wond'rin’ — CAROUSEL (jessie mueller & renée fleming in the 2018 broadway cast recording)
these days — ST. VINCENT
:/ — JOHANNA WARREN
devils — AMELIA CURRAN
i don’t like mondays — TORI AMOS
looking for trade — SHOCK TREATMENT (jessica harper & cliff de young in the original soundtrack recording)
gimme gimme — DAMHNAIT DOYLE
VII. "THE THING LAY STILL"
the party's over
blood — MARIKA HACKMAN
his kiss, the riot — HADESTOWN (patrick page in the original broadway cast recording)
paint it, black — CIARA
love will tear us apart — AMYTHYST KIAH
new year — BIG JOANIE
it’s a man’s, man’s, man’s world — JAMES BROWN
angels in cages — CARAVAN OF THIEVES
the party’s over — LAURA BENANTI
if the poison won’t take you my dogs will — LINGUA IGNOTA
the wheel — LAURA STEVENSON
house of mirrors — JOSEPHINE ONIYAMA
shock treatment — SHOCK TREATMENT (original soundtrack recording)
the liars club — AMIGO THE DEVIL
the vampyre of time and memory — QUEENS OF THE STONE AGE
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May we please get a Benophie babies hogwarts sorting hat ceremony Drabble!!
His mother had sobbed when she cuddled him tight and kissed his cheeks in abundance as she bade him farewell on Platform 9 and 3/4s. His father had worn a watery smile as he told him to be good and squeezed him into a hug. His brother Alex had asked him to write everyday and tell him all about Hogwarts before flinging his arms around him and whispering how much he would miss him. His five year old sister Violet had begged him not to go, tears streaming down her little red face and she clutched him tightly for several minutes. His brother William had grinned and informed him he was going to move into his bedroom while he was away (their father assured his eldest that no such thing would happen and gripped a reprimanding hand on his youngest son's shoulder).
And then Charlie had waved goodbye to his family as the scarlet train departed the station, waving alongside his cousins David and Miles until the engine's steam clouded their loved ones from view.
Charlie wasn't nervous about starting Hogwarts. It wasn't like he was without family at Hogwarts anyway. David, Miles, and John were in the year above him; Carrie and Georgette in their third year; Oliver, Amanda, Edmund, Belinda, and Benedict in their fourth; and Amelia and Sophia were starting their fifth; he was in plenty of company with so many cousins looking out for him.
There was no reason for Charlie to be nervous. It wasn't as if he had put on a brave face to spare his little sister's tears and to grant his mother peace of mind.
No. Not at all. He was fine. Really.
Even as he waited in line in the Great Hall to be sorted in front of the entire school he wasn't nervous. Nope. He was fine. All he had to do was sit on a stool and plonk a talking hat on his head. There was nothing even remotely nerve-wracking about that.
And so what if the Sorting Hat sat silently on his head before clearing it's throat to politely announce that actually a mistake had been made, that Charlie Colin Bridgerton was a squib and shouldn't have been invited to Hogwarts in the first place? These things happen, and he would simply shrug it off and go home and everything would be fine. Really it would.
"Bridgerton, Charlie." Professor Danbury beckoned.
He definitely didn't look like a pig walking into a butchers shop as he walked up to the wooden stool and took a seat. His lip definitely wasn't trembling as he looked out on a sea of faces staring back at him. He definitely wasn't trying to swallow back the lump in his throat.
Be brave. Be brave. Be brave. He kept telling himself as the hat was placed on his head.
"Be brave?" a small voice said in his ear and Charlie's breath tightened. "But what is there to fear?"
N-nothing. There's nothing to fear. Because I'm brave.
"Ah. And do you pride yourself on your bravery?"
And it was only then that Charlie thought about it and realised that yes, perhaps he did in fact pride himself on being brave. Ever since he was five and had suffered from a rare mysterious flu-like illness and his mother had sat by his bedside night and day telling him he was her brave little soldier. He wanted to prove himself to his mother that he was in fact the bravest little soldier there ever was, that he was her very own brave little soldier. With the mightiest determination he soldiered through the illness until he was well again and from then on he had always striven to be courageous in everything he did.
He bravely chased off the pesky garden gnomes whenever they tried infiltrating the garden of My Cottage. He bravely ignored the monster he had convinced himself lived underneath his bed. He bravely told his Uncle Colin that yes his butt did look too big in those jeans and should consider going up a size.
Yes. Charlie swallowed - if he wasn't brave, what was he?
"Are you sure?"
Yes. I am brave. I'm nothing but brave.
"Well then, if you're so certain... GRYFFINDOR!"
The hat was pulled off of him and Charlie was met by applause, especially from the table on the far left. He hurried over to the Gryffindor table (not because he was desperate to no longer be the centre of attention but because he wanted to be with his cousins) and was met by Sophia, Edmund, and Miles who were all ecstatic for him to join them.
And once he was sat among them he relaxed; he wasn't nervous at all.
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Alexander could admit to feeling a bit scared - after all, it was normal to feel like that. Even his big brother Charlie had said he had been nervous when he first started. It was nothing to feel ashamed about.
For the last two years Charlie had written to him, telling him every little thing about Hogwarts and it had excited Alex to know one day in the not so distant future he would be joining his brother at school.
And now that day had come.
He had held onto his mother extra tight and for a while longer than he normally did (and his brothers teased him for being a mama's boy enough as it was) when he was saying farewell to her. The night before he had shared his anxieties with her, how even though he'd have Charlie and all his cousins there that he'd still miss home and her and dad and William and Violet and Colin the cat and Clement and Ember and sleeping in his own bed and painting in his dad's studio with him in companionable silence and her cooking and talking to her everyday.
His mother had assured him that it was natural to feel the way that he did, to already feel homesick and how he might be sad during his first week away but that once he'd settled in he'd grow to love being at school and be able to call Hogwarts his home away from home (and she promised she'd write to him every single day if that was what he wanted).
He had shared a compartment with Charlie and their cousins on the train and they provided him with enough welcome distraction from the gnawing feeling of missing home that had already formed a pit in his stomach.
But it was when he shared a boat with other first years across the lake to the great big castle that lay up ahead that he began to terribly miss home. How could the looming castle that approached him ever be as homely as My Cottage with all his creature comforts and his family?
"Bridgerton, Alexander." Professor Danbury called.
He somehow managed to walk across to the stool and sit down and gripped onto the seat, half-wishing the Sorting Hat would refuse to put him in a house and send him packing back home where he knew he belonged.
"Why do you feel like you don't belong?" a small voice spoke to him.
I do belong. At home. With my mum and dad.
"Ah yes. Sophie Beckett and Benedict Bridgerton." The Sorting Hat mused. "They didn't think they would belong either."
What?
His mother had assuaged his fears before he left by sharing with him her own Sorting Hat experience. How she had fretted about being rejected and feared she would be forced to go live with her cruel step-mother who hated her. How scared she was to find herself not belonging yet again - and then much to her surprise and relief the Sorting Hat couldn't make it's mind up of what house she belonged to; it considered her worthy of belonging to any one of the four in equal measure.
He knew of his mother's insecurities - he never knew his father had feared he would never belong.
"Mmhm. Your father was scared of living up to his brother's expectations." The Sorting Hat elaborated. "That he wouldn't live up to the hefty expectations of the Bridgerton name. He wanted to be his own person but he didn't want to stand out, he still wanted to belong."
Alex had never known that. He had always looked up to his father and admired how self-assured and confident he was. To think of him ever feeling uncertain about his place in life was baffling and yet all at once Alex felt reassured, knowing both his parents had felt similarly to him when they had once been sat where he was right now.
"You belong. Just as much as they both did... RAVENCLAW!"
And with a crooked smile on his face, Alex slid off the stool and pelted over to the Ravenclaw table, being welcomed by Carrie and John and then joined later by his friend Julian Granville-Wetherby. He caught his older brother's eye from the Gryffindor table and received a wink and a thumbs-up from Charlie, and as he settled into the feast, Alexander felt at peace knowing that Hogwarts would become as much as a home to him as it did to his brother, his cousins, and his parents.
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"Now I'm warning both of you; behave!"
"What was that?" William cupped his ear. "Beehive, did you say? You want us to find a beehive in the Hogwarts grounds and send it back home as a present?"
Charlotte giggled whilst their fathers furrowed their brows at the pair, thoroughly unimpressed with how unserious they were being.
"William." his mother sighed. "Please. Just try not to wreak too much havoc. Please restrain yourself from your impulses enough to not send Professor Danbury into an early retirement. Please? For me?" she implored and cupped his cheek.
And as much as William loved winding up his father, his uncle, his siblings, and his cousins; he always drew the line when it came to his mother. He would never do anything to intentionally annoy her at the very least.
"Alright." he sighed and his mother pulled him into a hug. "But if she just so happens to retire while I'm at Hogwarts, it doesn't mean I tipped her over the edge."
"For your sake, you'd better not." his father clapped him on the back.
He had bounded onto the train, waving goodbye out the window with Charlotte and his brothers and he had guffawed when he watched his little sister trip over as she had tried to run alongside them as they departed.
During the train ride he had blown the majority of his pocket money on candy from the trolley and had pigged out on it throughout the duration, provoking Charlie into groaning with exasperation when he realised William had eaten every last chocolate and sweet he had purchased.
"You're not going to have any room left for the feast, you do realise?"
"The feast!" William gasped in awe. "I had almost forgotten about the feast!" he murmured to himself as his imagination began swimming with the thoughts of the self-refilling plates and of all the food that would be on offer for him to indulge in.
"Well when you end up sick, don't say I didn't warn you." Charlie tutted in a very matter-of-factly eldest brother tone.
"Bridgerton, William." Professor Danbury wearily waved him over after Charlotte had hurtled over to the Gryffindor table.
He had pranced forward and hopped onto the stool, eager for the lively debate he would have with the Sorting Hat for it to house him in Hufflepuff since their common room was closest to the kitchens -
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
What? You've made your mind up already?! You're not even going to humour that I might be in Ravenclaw-
"Ha!" chortled the voice in his ear.
Oh I see. You think you're so funny, don't you?
"Why are you complaining? Did you or did you not want to be in Hufflepuff?"
... Well, I suppose-
And before Professor Danbury could take the hat off of him, William had whipped the hat off, not remotely caring it had fallen to the floor behind him as he traipsed off to the Hufflepuff table.
He waited impatiently for the sorting to be over (why did he have to be one of the fist to be sorted, being a bloody Bridgerton?) and then the plates magically filled up with food and instantly his mouth salivated.
And, contrary to his brother's belief, William didn't end up bringing back up his food. Instead he proudly paraded his pot belly down to the Hufflepuff common room, much to Charlie and Alex's shared embarrassment.
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Violet had beamed with glee as she ran onto Platform 9 and 3/4s and saw the scarlet engine, her heart racing with anticipation at the prospect that she was finally going to be able to board the Hogwarts Express. She was eager to push her own trolley, to be just like her brothers and older cousins as they pushed along their own trolleys.
"Dad!" she groaned as her father got a hold of her trolley and assisted her in pushing it along. "I can push my own trolley!" she insisted (and ignored the fact that he had helped give the trolley a push through the barrier onto the platform, otherwise she wouldn't have got much momentum out of it by herself).
"Sweetheart, it's too heavy for you to push by yourself."
"No it isn't!"
"I helped pushed your brothers' trolleys on their first day; you're no different from them."
She wanted to argue but as she looked back on the days her brothers were brought to the station to board the train for the first time, she reluctantly acknowledged that her dad had in fact helped push their trolleys along. And she supposed her trolley was quite heavy, what with the trunks, school supplies and owl cage piled on it.
And so she allowed her father to push on the trolley's handlebar with her as they followed after her brothers. They met Kate and Anthony where they were waiting with Charlotte and Violet's cousin squealed in greeting, eagerly as thrilled to see Violet joining Hogwarts for the first time.
Her mother insisted on taking photos of all four siblings by the train, since it would be the first and only year they would be at Hogwarts together since it was already Charlie's seventh year, and then when it was time to say goodbye their mother got misty-eyed at the prospect of returning to a home empty of her children. And while typically he had always remained strong, it was the first year that their father had openly wept and he held onto Violet tightly, stroking through her hair and constantly reassuring her she would be okay, even though she had shown no sign of anxiety (and she quietly acknowledged that her father needed the moment more than she did).
Violet had fizzed excitedly all throughout the train ride as the countryside flew by and then when she sailed across the lake she had been in awe of it all as the famous castle beckoned the first years closer. She gazed all around as as they entered the school she had heard so much about over the years and then she gaped in wonder around the Great Hall as Professor Danbury led them in.
"Bridgerton, Violet."
She sat down on the stool and waited for the hat to be placed on her head, wondering if it would be up for a discussion or if it'd shout out her house instantaneously.
"What a surprise; another Bridgerton." a small bored voice remarked. "And which house do you suppose you belong to?"
Oh. Well... I guess wherever you think is best?
"Really? You'd be happy to be in any of the houses? It doesn't matter where you end up?"
If there's a house I suit more than the others then does it really matter what I think?
"But if you had to choose... which one?"
And though Violet was genuinely open to any of the houses, held no particular dislike towards any of them - there was one in particular she would be lying if she said she didn't have her heart set on it.
Well I suppose if I had to pick... I would want to be in Ravenclaw.
All her life she had wanted to be in Ravenclaw. It was the house both her parents were sorted into, the house Alex was in, the house her Uncle Phillip and Aunt Francesca had been in. She had long pictured Ravenclaw tower and had seen her father's sketches from his time at school; from the panoramic views from the turret, the coziness of the common room, and the bronze eagle knocker that would only let you enter if you solved it's daily riddle. Her father would even wrap her up in his old Ravenclaw scarf to keep her warm on their winter walks and as a result she felt as though she was already a member of the house her parents had both been sorted into.
She liked to think she was worthy of the house; she felt she was smart and creative and witty enough to earn her place; though just because she wanted it, did it mean she had any right to be a part of it?
"That's more like it... RAVENCLAW!"
And Violet beamed with delight as she hurried over to the table decked in blue, embracing her brother Alex as soon as she had reached him, elated to be in the same house as one of her brothers (specifically a brother that wasn't William).
That night she had ecstatically written to her parents to inform them she was officially a Ravenclaw just like them and the very next morning she received a letter back from her father sharing his elation at the news on a clearly tear-stained parchment.
#requests#harry potter au#bridgerton drabble#benophie babies#charles bridgerton#alexander bridgerton#william bridgerton#violet bridgerton ii
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This Is Too Easy: A Wild Violet One Shot
Summary: Zach Varmitech wants to have an animal collection party for himself, but with his assistant Violet tagging along, this proves to be problematic. She will not shut up! She just keeps harping about how the Wild Ratts will foil his plan. Well, he can’t have that. He’ll have to find some way to silence her so he can enact his evil scheme: Even if it results in him using his lips for more than talking.
So last year, I decided to take a wack at the 2023 Year of the OTP Event here on Tumblr and A03.
The link to the event with the prompts can be found here: @yearoftheotpevent!
I only wrote/completed a couple works for the event, and this was for the month of February to fulfill the prompt: “If I kiss you, will you shut up?” I’ve previously posted it to A03 and Fanfiction.net, but now I am posting it to Wattpad and making the “master post” here. The links for the story can be found below as well as a list of potential warnings!
I hope you all enjoy this little story if you have not read it yet. Feel free to let me know what you think! I may post more stories with Zach and Violet or my other f/os and s/is (Arthur x Amelia or Merrill x Emmaline) that fill these prompts! If you have any suggestions or requests, I’d be happy to hear them!
Warnings: This is one of, if not the mildest, works I have completed. The only warnings which apply to this piece are bickering, plotting and scheming, manipulating, implied animal abuse (because Zach uses the animals as robots as we know), and kissing/a makeout session.
#wild kratts#zach varmitech#wild kratts zach#love zach varmitech#wild violet au#ziolet#violet varmitech#wild kratts fanfiction#quillber’s birthday present#this is too easy: wv one shot#one shot#wild kratts fanfic#selfship fanfiction#self ship#selfship#f/o x s/i#wild kratts oc#tw kissing#kissing#arguing#manipulation#flirting#episode rewrite#fluffy fanfiction#romance fanfiction
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"Little Violet"
*slight angst and mentions of childhood trauma/abuse and panic attacks and Google translate might need to be used for some words*
"Scheisse!" Ludwig screamed as the knife sliced his hand. He was making dinner for him and his boyfriend Sami while the latter was doing laundry in the other room. He watched as the crimson liquid spilled quickly down from his hand and dripped onto the cutting board. He then realized what happened... he made a mistake and to Ludwig, mistakes mean punishment and he's certain that Sami will hurt him this time (even though Sami has never done it before.) Ludwig started to hyperventilate and dropped onto the floor and started to rock himself, not caring that he was smearing blood all over his clothes.
Everyone assumes that "The Ludwig Kaiser", right hand man to the "Ring General" Gunther, wouldn't be so worried about a simple accident to his hand... boy were they fucking wrong. His problems stem from his early childhood... he was a middle class boy growing up in Germany with a loving mother and a hard working father. His mother, Amelia, was a loving and caring woman that had the kindest heart. She loved Ludwig with all her heart and Ludwig sometimes believed that she was an angel sent from above to protect him. His father, Hugo, was a hard working man who believed that being tough was how you succeed in life, he also had a temper that only Amelia could control. One unfortunate day, Amelia got sick with pneumonia and died later on that night... that was the night that Ludwig's problems began. Hugo drank heavily that night and he blamed Ludwig for his wife's death, that his son was to blame for losing the love of his life just because Ludwig was in the same room as her. So he started beating Ludwig with that same bottle until he got sick of his sons pathetic crying and left the room. From that day on, Ludwig was beaten black and blue for every little mistake he made by his father. Ludwig was now terrified of making mistakes and would succumb to panic attacks that led to him to go unconscious from lack of air if he ever made said mistakes.
Currently, Ludwig had his head between his knees and was violently shaking while hyperventilating. "I'm such an idiot!" Ludwig thought while grabbing his hair and making his hair pink from the blood. His vision was starting to blacken around the edges and all the noises around him sounded muffled. "He's gonna leave me for sure! He's gonna beat me until I'm unrecognizable and then he's gonna leave me!" he thought as his head was starting to pound. He was too into his own head to hear Sami's footsteps and see the concerned look on his boyfriends face. "Ludwig... Ludwig... Ludwig!" the sound of Sami's voice is what got Ludwig out of his own scary thoughts. "Ludwig, chéri, what happened?" Sami said (he already pieced together what happened based on seeing the blood covered cutting board and the bloody knife but he wanted Ludwig to tell him.) "I-I was cutting s-some carrots so I can u-use them for tonights dinner, b-but my hand slipped and I cut my h-hand on the knife. I-I'm sorry! Please don't h-hurt me!" Ludwig begged to Sami with tears in his eyes.
Sami cupped his hands over Ludwig's cheeks and wiped his stream of tears with his thumbs. "Violet, you know I would never hurt you right? Now take some deep breaths for me ok?" Sami said with a calm tone. Ludwig blushed at the nickname but took some deep breaths and his heartbeat was starting to go back to normal. "There we go, there's my little violet now let me see your hand so I can bandage it up and then get you into some new clothes ok?" Sami said with a sweet smile. Ludwig now knew that Sami wouldn't hurt him so he pulled his hand out to show the cut to Sami. Sami gently grabbed Ludwig's hand and gently kissed the cut which made Ludwig blush even more. "It doesn't look that bad and the bleeding has stopped but we still gotta bandage it up and put some peroxide on it so it doesn't get infected" Sami said while he gently takes Ludwig's hand and takes him to the bathroom.
"I'm sorry you have to do this schatz" Ludwig said sadly. Sami finished bandaging up Ludwig's hand and looked at his boyfriend with a loving smile. "Don't be sorry mon amour, it was a little mistake and I know you still have your moments and just know that I will never leave you and I most certainly will never harm you because I love you violet" Sami said and then kissed Ludwig's forehead which caused him to go red all over. Sami then got Ludwig into a new change of clothes and then ushered them to the bed where he cuddled Ludwig from behind. "You're so special to me violet" Sami said while kissing Ludwig's temple. "I always wondered Sami... why do you always call me violet?" Ludwig questioned. Sami gave him a loving smile. "Well violets are elegant and beautiful and that's what reminds me of you" he said which made Ludwig blush. "O-oh, well I never thought of myself like that but I do love it" Ludwig said then turned to hug Sami. "I'm glad you love it violet, now how about we order some takeout from that one Italian place and watch some cheesy romance movies on hallmark" Sami said while hugging Ludwig and kissing his forehead. Ludwig nodded and kissed Sami deeply. "I'd love that very much, Ich liebe dich mein Schatz" Ludwig said with adoration. "Je t'aime aussi ma violette" Sami said as he kissed Ludwig again with adoration and love. Ludwig was glad he found someone like Sami who gave him so much love while Sami was happy he could give all his love to his little violet.
#SamLud#sami x ludwig#sami zayn#ludwig kaiser#world wrestling entertainment#im the captain of this ship
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TITLE: how do you best like to be loved?
OBJECTIVE: take the linked quiz and answer questions from the perspective of your muse.
ACQUIRED FROM: The Internet
TAGGING: @mnolith (Violet), @shadowedlights (Anakin), @mayxthexforce (Elodore), @divinehr (Priscilla), @mvndrvke (Seril), @jeditrash (Cal), @vendettavalor (Sutek), @etoilebleu (Eris), @wornkindness (Amelia), AND YOU.
SHI’AL VALORUM — write me your words of wonder
you want to be thought of with intent, for someone to sit down and want to share their thoughts with you specifically. and their thoughts about you, even more. for someone to Know you, or at least desire the knowledge. for them to write it out in a way that you can read as quickly or slowly as you desire. that you can reread again and again, or lock in a box and never read after that first quick consumption. you crave that tangibility. and the small moments that lead up to the letter being in your hand. to be told, 'it's in the mail' and then to have the simple joy of checking the mailbox to see if it has come today. to hold the envelope and feel the love within. there is a purpose of intent within physically written words, and it patches the parts of you that feel like you aren't worth thinking about. my darling, know that you are. you are worth intentional thought and cursive letters and an envelope sealed with a kiss.
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🌈Bridgerton Pride Headcanons🌈
Hi! I spent the entire month of June posting a daily Bridgerton LBGTQIA+ headcanon on twitter (full thread linked), but here are some of my favorites! And here’s the lovely account that ran bridgerton pride week: @lgbridgertonqa !
- penelope and eloise spend years running around the fact that they’re absolutely in love with each other until one night in their late 20s they’re tipsy and giggling and el’s like “i had a crush on you you know” and pen’s like “what? no that was me” and then they 😚
- during school anthony and simon used to sneak up to a balcony/rooftop and talk the entire night and it was the first time either of them felt truly free and safe. They both say it’s where they fell in love
- Sophie is francesca's first ever crush and the first time sophie gives her a kiss on the cheek gets an entire diary entry
- Gregory has a huge crush on Gareth all through school and later when it’s his first year of uni and the hottest guy ever picks him up at the tavern he is SPRUNG when he realizes that it’s The Gareth St. Clair
- Portia doesn't believe in love or realize how to have passion for a partner until she falls for her longtime frenemie, Violet Bridgerton
- Lucy faces a dilemma when she and her best friend Hermione kiss around the same time longtime unrequited enemy Hyacinth admits (in an angry monologue) that she loves her... They decide to throuple in the end
- Benedict spends years searching for the mister in silver (a very cute boy he meets at a masquerade) only to have his heart taken years later by the ever lovely (post-transition) Sophie Beckett
- when her date ends up getting grounded for totaling his car, edwina goes to prom stag, where she finds dateless penelope by the punch bowl. They chat... they dance... they... end up kissing behind the bleachers
- colin and gareth frequently use the “you’re the only ten-i-see” pick up line and it has a 100% success rate with dilfs in particular
- Sophie, working as a maid, experiences love at first sight when she sneaks into a ball and sees the newly arrived Kate Sharma hiding out in some bushes
- When Posy comes out as asexual and panromantic, Violet and Sophie throw her a theme party where everyone wears purple, grey, black, and white
- the best birthday present Hyacinth ever received was a kiss from felicity when she turned 13
- after hermione and lucy disappear from the masquerade ball and richard goes looking for them, he and gregory end up having a lil pt. 2 of their tussle in anthony's office
- Simon and Daphne take Amelia/Augie + Gregory and Hyacinth to their first pride parade where they all wearing matching T-shirts and facepaint
- While working on his dissertation, Phillip's favorite kind of study break is when Benedict comes over and surprises him with a picnic on the quad and a tumble in the stacks
- Marina loves to watch Eloise write. She loves how her hand moves across the paper and how she mutters a little curse when she smudges the ink. Later, she loves inspecting each stain on her hands, gently trailing her lips over them
- George Fife has been in love with Colin since they first met at Eton. He once watched Colin fall off his horse while playing polo and was a goner as soon as Colin started laughing despite the amount of mud covering him. The sound truly rocked Fife's world. He harbored his crush for years, pining after the obvious yet beautiful Colin Bridgerton. The saddest day of his life was when he heard that Colin wasn't coming to Uni like he had originally thought. But there was light at the end of the tunnel when he saw him again at the first party of the 1814 social season. And on that fateful night, he made his move. He found Colin wandering the gardens alone and admitted how he felt. And in those beautiful gardens, the beautiful Colin Bridgerton kissed him
#bridgerton#bridgerton headcanons#oof a lotta couples here#hopefully no one gets mad about these?#bridgerton lgbt#I'm not even gonna tag the characters I'm a bit scared
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coming out
Amanda Sarah Basset is eighteen and getting ready for her coming out in society.
Requested by @ginghampearlsnsweettea
"Darling, where are my pistols?" Simon called out, looking through the cabinet in his office in Hasting's house. He had been searching for the box all morning.
Marina, the Duchess of Hastings, walked in at her husband's call, smiling pleasantly. He closed a drawer and smiled at his wife. She was dressed in deep purple, ready for court.
"I had them sent away to Clyvdale." Marina answered with ease, "We are not at war, are we?"
She knew exactly why he wanted his pistols - their eldest daughter, Amanda was coming out in London society. Eighteen years old. She would also be the most eligible debutante.
But Simon was not ready to let his little girl go. It was up to Marina to let her daughter socialise.
"If I see Anthony or Benedict here or Edmund or William here without their mothers and sisters..."
"Darling..." Simon tried to reason, but Marina tilted her head and gave him the same look she gave their son when he tried asking for anything. He nodded.
"Of course not." Simon lied, leaning forward and kissing her. Marina smiled, satisfied before leaving to check on the children.
"I still have the hunting rifles," Simon mumbled to himself.
"What was that?" Marina asked.
"Nothing!"
...
"Papa, I want to come out! When can I come out?" Their second youngest, Sophia pouted, wrapping her little arms around Simon's waist as he entered the drawing-room. At seven, she still had him wrapped around her fingers and wanted to join the fun.
Their youngest son, Thomas Anthony, was still three and had no idea what was happening, sitting on his playmat, blissfully chewing his teddy bear's ear.
"Never, if I can help it!" Simon playfully lifted her and spun her around, before kissing her on the cheek and putting her down on the couch, sitting with her.
"Does that mean I do not have come out?" Amelia asked, a book in her hand and bored by the whole ordeal. She didn't like the pageantry, preferring her books and lessons. She would marry if a man cared for her opinions and thoughts.
"See? Be like your sister." Simon teased, tickling her.
"You mean judgemental and boring?" Oliver joked. His sister rewarded him with a kick to his side and he winced.
"I think he means thinking my brain and not your-" Amelia began.
"Language!" Simon warned, "And Oliver, you know the rule in this house. The women are always right."
Oliver laughed, "Of course, pa. Always." He had learned the lesson from aunt Agatha and his mother.
...
Marina cooed over her eldest as she went to her room. She had to be ready by now and her ladies' maids bowed to the duchess as she entered.
"Do I look okay, mama?" Amanda asked, smoothing invisible wrinkles. She had always been a fiddler. Her white and gold silks suited her perfectly. Her curly hair was done beautifully. And she was just already so pretty, little more needed to be done.
"You look absolutely beautiful," Marina assured, tears coming to her eyes. Her daughter, all grown up, ready to marry. Amanda sighed and looked in the mirror.
"I miss Aunt Agatha," Amanda said and Marina smiled sadly. The Dowager had passed the year before. She had outlived Queen Charlotte, Violet and Mary. She was that stubborn. Simon theorised that she would be haggling with God and St. Peter.
"I miss her too, but she taught us well." Marina assured, kissing the side of her head, "And you look beautiful. You will be a good wife to a man who loves you and you love him. That is the most important thing to us."
Amanda leaned against her mother, "I hope I am happy like you and Papa."
"And if he doesn't respect or love you, I have many friends who will act as seconds," Simon added, surprising the two. He had been leaning against the doorframe of his daughter's room, wishing she would not grow up.
"My darling girl," Simon whispered, holding her chin, "Are you sure you have to come out this year? Can we just wait another year? Or ten?"
"Papa!" Amanda whined but she was smiling and he leaned down to kiss her on the cheek.
"Come, let us go. We do not want to be late." Marina reminded.
#bridgerton#bridgerton fic#bridgerton fanfiction#simon basset#marina thompson#simon x marina#oliver crane#amanda crane#oc child
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Anabasis
Fandom: Doctor Who
Ships: Thirteenth Doctor/Yasmin Khan, Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler
Characters: Thirteenth Doctor, Yasmin Khan
Rating: General
Word Count: 2,969
Other Tags: Alternate Beach Scene, Confessions, Flashbacks, Emotional, Love Confessions, Timeless Child, Post-Eve of the Daleks, First Kiss, Doomsday, Journey's End
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Summary: The Doctor has missed her chance at love before.
She doesn’t want that to happen again.
(Originally published in the third @thirteenfanzine, Thirteen: One Last Trip.)
NOTES: this fic is my magnum opus. a synthesis of everything i’ve written. all the rose/yaz parallels finally come to their zenith. every time i shoehorned rose into the thirteen fanzine. it was all leading to this. thank you to the fanzine editors for enabling me every day. i literally applied like “let me in you need someone to make this all about rose tyler” and they literally did. so. <3
We’re never going to get that moment at the beach where you tell me everything that happened to you, are we?
The Doctor’s been evading questions. For years now, practically since she was reborn. It’s gotten more difficult, lately: the questions are a result of attachment, and no matter how much she tries to evade attachment, it always finds her. In this case, it finds her in the form of one Yasmin Khan.
The Doctor promised Yaz she’d tell her everything. Yaz doesn’t even know how massive that promise is. How could she? The Doctor hasn’t told her.
And now they’re finally on the beach, enjoying a nice day out. The Doctor has directed all of her attention to building an intricate sand castle, complete with moat and drawbridge, while Yaz and Dan have been relaxing under an umbrella, drinking their mocktails and watching the ocean. It’s a beautiful day— the sky is perfectly violet, the sea idyllic.
It’s all a distraction. The Doctor knows she won’t be able to get away with pretending she just wants to build a castle from sentient sand. There’s a tension between her and Yaz, and she’s not doing either of them any favors by ignoring it. But still, she’s procrastinating. It’s easier to focus on carving just the right cobblestone pattern into the side of her castle, to pretend that this is the most important thing right now.
And it works, for most of the day. It’s not until late afternoon that she hears Yaz and Dan murmuring to each other, followed by Yaz standing up and tugging at the Doctor’s arm.
“C’mon, Doctor,” she says. “Let’s go for a walk.”
The Doctor closes her eyes. Takes a deep breath. Stands up. She looks Yaz in the face: her expression is stony, unrelenting.
“All right, then,” she says, trying for a breezy tone. She’s not sure it hits. They start walking, and the Doctor feels her avoidance take over. “Love a walk on the beach. Always have. You know, I went for a beach walk with Amelia Earhart, once. She was brilliant. Let me fly her plane and everything!”
Yaz cuts through the noise. “Doctor.”
The Doctor falls silent. She has to talk to Yaz. Has to force the words out of her mouth, even though she’d rather do literally anything else. It’s important. She wants to keep Yaz with her.
“You said you’d talk to me,” Yaz says.
“I know.”
They’re getting further and further from the resort— the beach is nearly empty here. It’s as good a place as any to have this conversation. Except—
“Sometimes, I want to say things, and I just can’t say them.” The Doctor kicks at the sand. “And you don’t understand why I can’t say them, which isn’t your fault, because how can you understand when I can’t tell you?” She pauses. “I really want to talk to you, Yaz.”
“Then talk.” Yaz’s tone is uncompromising. “Doctor, I want to understand. But right now, I can’t.”
“I know.”
They keep walking. The Doctor’s boots are filling with sand. A bit silly, in retrospect, to wear boots on the beach, but it’s not like she has any other shoes. Well, the TARDIS does, probably, but—
“You’re still not saying anything,” Yaz says.
—she’s getting sidetracked.
“I know,” she says again. “I don’t know why it’s so hard.” Well, she sort of does, but she doesn’t want to think about it.
Yaz stops walking. It takes a second for the Doctor to notice, but when she does, she whirls around. Yaz is standing, hair whipping in the wind, her face completely relaxed and open, the late afternoon sunbathing her in golden light. She is so, so beautiful, the Doctor thinks.
(She’s on another beach, watching someone just as beautiful slip out of her grasp for the second time.
She wouldn’t have lost Rose, if she had been less attached. Torchwood never would’ve existed, and the Cybermen never would’ve come across the gap between the universes.
She was happy, with Rose. That was her mistake.)
“I know it’s hard,” Yaz is saying. “I’m just asking you to try. Really try. We don’t have to talk about everything today, even. I just need some honesty.”
The Doctor nods. She takes a step closer to Yaz. Swallows the lump in her throat.
“I’m afraid to be honest,” she says, and it’s the truest thing she’s said to Yaz. “It never really goes well, when I’m honest. Might put you in danger.”
Yaz raises an eyebrow. “More danger than being dangled over a pit of boiling acid and not knowing why?
The Doctor presses her mouth into a line. “Point taken.” She hesitates. “I suppose— what I’m really worried about— I just don’t want to lose you.” She tries to stop there, but the next sentence pours out of her mouth before she has the chance to stop it. “I always seem to lose people, when I’m happy.”
Yaz’s mouth falls open. She sputters for a moment, then says, “You’re afraid to be honest with me… because it’ll make you too happy?” She shakes her head. “I’m sorry, Doctor, but that’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.”
“It’s not that being honest with you will make me happy,” the Doctor says. “Or, it might, but that’s not what I mean. It’s just that I’ve been trying—” She cuts off, collecting herself. It doesn’t work. She’s going to cry. “I’ve been trying not to get too attached. And the more I open myself up, the harder it’s going to be.” She closes her eyes, trying to stop the flow of tears, but when she speaks, it’s with raw emotion. “I don’t want to lose you to my mistakes.”
“And don’t I get a say?” Yaz asks. “You’ve been traveling with me for three years, Doctor. If you really didn’t want to get attached, if you didn’t want me to get attached, you shouldn’t even have come for tea that first time. And you said it ages ago, when we asked to come with you. You said we might not be safe. You said we’d come back different people. I’ve had seven years now to really, truly understand what you meant by that.”
The Doctor inhales sharply at the reminder of the four years Yaz spent in the 1900’s. Another thing that wouldn’t have happened if she hadn’t gotten too attached.
But Yaz glosses over it, stepping closer. For a moment, the Doctor thinks Yaz is about to reach out and touch her, but Yaz just says, “Doctor, I was with you at the end of the universe, and I’m still here. You’re not losing me as easily as all that.”
(The Doctor is standing in the TARDIS, watching a barely-there hologram, silent tears tracking slowly down her cheeks.
Am I ever going to see you again?
You can’t.
Pain radiates in her chest.
She would do anything to stop this from happening again.)
Yaz is right. The Doctor knows it, deep down. She’s been trying to have her cake and eat it too: she’s been keeping Yaz at arm’s length without outright rejecting her. It’s not fair to Yaz. It’s not fair to the Doctor, either, but she’s beyond expecting fairness.
Yaz, though. Yaz deserves better.
So she takes a deep breath and says, “I’m sorry.” She’s given up stopping her tears: they’re rolling down her face whether she likes it or not. “I should never have done that to you.” She doesn’t even know what she’s apologizing for anymore. Everything, probably. “Thank you for staying with me, even though I haven’t been good to you.”
“Doctor, I love you. Of course I stayed.”
(Another beach. Another time.
I— I love you.
Quite right, too.
She wants to say more. She misses her chance.)
The minute the words escape Yaz’s lips, her eyes widen in a panic. Hastily, she adds, “I don’t mean— it’s just— getting to have you in my life is worth the trouble.” She seems to deflate a little. “Even if you don’t feel the same way.”
“What?” The Doctor tries to process everything Yaz has just said. She caught the love confession, and the quick backtrack— but what does Yaz mean, worth the trouble ? “Of course you’re worth the trouble. You’re no trouble at all, actually. Very low-maintenance companion. Gold star for that.” She’s rambling again, trying to cover while her thoughts race.
“That’s not what I mean.” Yaz is frustrated now: the Doctor’s seen her this way often enough to recognize it. But usually, the Doctor ignores it, finds a way to evade, slipping through Yaz’s questions like a particularly avoidant eel.
It’s time to stop running.
“What is it that you mean, then?” She tries to sound genuine. Sometimes she pretends not to understand things like this, but this time she really, actually isn’t getting it.
Yaz sighs. “I mean that being with another person takes effort. You need to be willing to face up to stuff. Not take the easy way out.” She fixes the Doctor with a pointed stare. “You’ve been taking the easy way out. You don’t think I’m worth the trouble of confronting your own emotions.”
The Doctor’s never properly cried in front of Yaz— that’s one of those things she’s kept bottled up inside. But seeing, now, how much she’s hurt Yaz… she can’t keep it in.
“Yaz, you are worth everything to me,” she sobs. “You’re brilliant. And you’re right. I’ve been taking the easy way out.” She sniffles, trying fruitlessly to stop her tears. “I’ve been trying to protect us both. You, because the people I get close to always seem to get hurt. And me, because I’ve known I would be grieving you from the moment I met you.” She looks up at the sky, violet streaked with orange and pink. “I’ve lived too long, Yaz. And there’s no end in sight.” She looks back at Yaz, who’s still standing there, looking at her with nothing but love in her eyes. Even through all the frustration, the years of separation, the arguments, Yaz still has love in her eyes. The Doctor can’t stand it. “But I shouldn’t be punishing you for that.”
“Shouldn’t be punishing yourself for it, either,” Yaz says. It sounds very reasonable, when she says it, but the Doctor can’t quite get her head around it. Has she been punishing herself?
(She’s standing on the beach. Her clone is there, and Rose Tyler.
But I spent all that time trying to find you. I’m not going back now.
But you’ve got to.
She tells herself it’s for the best. It’s necessary. She can’t have a clone of herself running around this universe. And Rose deserves someone she can grow old with.
She’s always been the kind of person who likes to rip the band-aid off. Get all the pain in at once. Even if Rose stays back today, the Doctor will lose her eventually. Leaving her behind feels like tearing out a part of her very soul, but it’s for the best. It’s necessary.)
Yaz steps forward, wrapping her arms around the Doctor, her embrace a forgiveness. The Doctor clings to her, burying her undignified tears in Yaz’s shirt.
“I’m sorry,” she says again. “I’ve been so afraid.” She starts mumbling her thoughts into Yaz’s shoulder, trying not to filter anything out. “I want to be with you, Yaz. I want to tell you everything. I want to be attached to you. I want us to be able to have fun together. I want to make the most of the time we have left. I—”
Yaz stops her. “I know, Doctor. Let’s take it one step at a time, all right?”
The Doctor nods, getting a faceful of Yaz’s hair in the process. For a long moment, they stand there, holding each other in silence, Yaz rubbing slow circles on the Doctor’s back. Finally, the Doctor’s sobs subside: she’s still sniffling, but her tears are under control. She steps back, looking Yaz in the eyes.
“When I was on Gallifrey,” she begins, talking quickly, as if saying it fast will make it any easier, “the Master showed me a piece of Time Lord history that was meant to be a secret. He wanted it to hurt me, I think, and it worked.” She takes a deep breath. Every word feels like a risk. “The Time Lords lied to me. They stole my memories, and they lied to me. I never did trust them, to be fair, but—” Her voice cracks. “I never expected this.”
“What did they do?” Yaz’s voice is gentle, so much gentler than the Doctor deserves.
She takes a deep breath. “I’m not a Time Lord, Yaz. I’m— I don’t know what I am. They found me as a child, and they used me.” She hesitates. “I’ve told you before about how I can change my body. That’s not something Gallifreyans are born with.” She’s crying again. She ignores it, pushing through the tears to keep explaining. “I was born with it. I was born with it, and my adopted mother ran experiments on me until she figured out how to take it for herself.” She lets out a long breath. “And then I worked for her agency, and then they wiped my memory. That’s all I know. I don’t know what I did, what I’m responsible for. What was done to me. That’s what I’ve been looking for.” Miserably, she shoves her hands in her pockets. “There’s more, but that’s the important part.”
Yaz is staring in shock, her mouth hanging open. “Doctor, that’s horrible.” She pauses, then adds, “I get why you didn’t tell me. You still should’ve, mind, given I was putting my life on the line for you, but that’s— that’s major. To have your whole self thrown into question like that.”
“It’s not an excuse for treating you badly,” the Doctor says. For the first time since she regenerated, she’s allowing herself to really, truly feel : feel the horror of what was done to her, but also the horror of what she’s done to Yaz. “I wasted so much time keeping things from you, Yaz. I don’t want to do that again.” She hesitates. “I’m running out of time. Time itself told me that. No regeneration lasts forever. But the time I have left in this body— I’d like to spend it with you. If you want.”
“Really?” There’s a spark in Yaz’s eyes, the hint of a smile on her lips. The Doctor’s breath catches.
(She’s on that other beach again, facing her clone while Rose questions them both.
Yeah, and how was that sentence going to end?
Does it need saying?
It does. Of course it does. But it’ll hurt so much.)
“Really.” The Doctor hesitates. She’s wasted so much time with Yaz— she doesn’t want to run out. Not like before. She reaches out and takes one of Yaz’s hands, feeling the warmth against her palm. “I love you too, Yasmin Khan.” Instantly, she’s sure she shouldn’t have said it: fear hits her, filling up her chest. But then she watches carefully as Yaz’s face breaks into a smile, a beautiful, radiant smile, her eyes shining, and suddenly the Doctor’s sure she’s said the right thing for once.
Yaz uses their linked hands to pull the Doctor closer, and before the Doctor knows it, their faces are inches apart. Yaz’s eyes search the Doctor’s, and the Doctor holds her gaze. She’s never been this close to Yaz before: she has to suppress the urge to start another ramble. She forces herself to be present, to allow the thrill of being so close to course through her. Yaz reaches up to push a bit of the Doctor’s hair behind her ear, and then she leaves her hand there, right at the back of the Doctor’s head.
“I’m going to kiss you now, if that’s all right,” she says, her breath warm where it meets the Doctor’s skin.
The Doctor doesn’t dare speak. She knows herself: she’ll just ruin the moment with another tangent off into nowhere, and then she’ll never get to be this close to Yaz again. So she just nods, wrapping her free arm around Yaz’s waist. Their lips meet seconds later, and the Doctor can’t for the life of her remember why she didn’t want this. Happiness swells in her chest, and she swats away the instinct to push it right back down. It doesn’t matter what will happen later: what matters is what’s happening right now. And right now, the Doctor is happier than she’s been in years.
They pull apart, still tentative, still uncertain. But the Doctor can’t suppress her giddy grin.
“Yasmin Khan,” she breathes. “You’re brilliant.”
And then she pulls Yaz into the biggest, tightest hug she can, because she can. Because human lives are so very fleeting, and when she finds someone who matters as much to her as Yaz does, she never, ever wants to let go.
( How long are you gonna stay with me?
Forever.
Nothing is forever. But some things are worth it all the same.)
They stay there on the beach for a while, sitting together on the sand, talking, Yaz’s head on the Doctor’s shoulder, the Doctor’s arm around Yaz’s waist. It isn’t until they look up and realize the sun is gone completely that the Doctor stands up, saying, “Dan’ll wonder where we’ve gotten off to.”
“I think he knows,” Yaz says, but she stands up anyway. They set off down the beach, hand in hand.
They’re not done working things out. The Doctor knows that. A trip to the beach can’t fix everything. But for the first time in a long time, she lets herself feel really, truly hopeful.
#doctor who#my fic#fanfiction#thirteenth doctor#yasmin khan#thasmin#thirteen x yaz#tenrose#tenth doctor#rose tyler#emotional#beach scene#short
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Proverbs 5:3
#harlotsedit#harlots#amelia scanwell#violet cross#my gifs and edits#mine: harlots#i think the harlots writers heard all my whining about them not kissing in s2#and decided not to bring them back exclusively for that reason#crosswell
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do you fear death more because you are sinners? love is not a sin.
#harlots#harlotsedit#perioddramaedit#charlotte wells#margaret wells#nancy birch#violet cross#amelia scanwell#isabella fitzwilliam#charlotte x isabella#amelia x violet#nancy x margaret#*mine#theres so many gay girls on this show that typing all these tags took me a hot minute#its very valid#also sry i just keep posting harlots gifs its just im obsessed with it#charlotte/isabella isnt as good as amelia/violet and margaret/nancy but shes the only lady charlotte has kissed so
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Andrea’s big list of podcasts about women smooching
In light of my ongoing #romancequest 2022, I figured it is time I did my bit by compiling a list of shows that I like where one of the main plotlines is a romance between two women.
For the purposes of this I’m going to define “main plotline” as:
Involving one or more of the show’s lead characters
and
Affecting the show’s plot in a substantial way, over a large percentage of episodes
The Strange Case of Starship Iris | @iriscasefiles
An ensemble sci-fi adventure about a team of scrappy smugglers who stumble into a major, galactic-spanning conspiracy involving the oppressive galactic regime that governs humanity and the aliens they went to war with.
Who should be or is kissing? Anxious scientist-turned-medic Violet and Arkady Patel, a combat veteran with a complicated history... present... day-to-day, really.
Me and AU | @meandaupod
Yes, okay, this is us, but if you found this list via reblog, here are some details:
A coming of age romance about two college-aged women who fall in love writing fanfiction about their favourite new TV show, a paranormal mystery only airing in Canada with a fandom of eight people. Listen to us here.
Who should be or is kissing? Kate “ACunningPlan” Cunningham and Ella “Hella--enchanted,” two big nerds who realize that sometimes when you think you’re writing your friend a there was only one bed fic what you’re really saying is I love you.
The Pasithea Powder | @pasitheapowder
When Dr. Jane Gonzalez revealed her planet had been experimenting with a memory-altering bioweapon she helped end an interplanetary war - and committed an act of treason. In the aftermath of the conflict, she reconnects with former friend Lt. Sophie Green, a war hero on a goodwill galactic tour, and everything gets even more morally and ethically complicated somehow.
Who should be or is kissing? Jane and Sophie’s years-long will they or won’t they sexual tension will make you scream but in a good way.
Arden | @ardenpodcast
All Bea Casely wanted was to make a true crime podcast about the infamous disappearance of actress Julie Capsom. But when her station is purchased by an eccentric billionaire, who insists on hiring disgraced cop Brenda Bentley as her co-host, Bea gets way more than she bargained for.
Who should be or is kissing? There are actually a fair few f/f couples across Arden’s two released seasons, particularly in season 2, but never have two people needed to just fuck already more than Bea and Brenda.
Midnight Radio | @martletradio
Amelia just moved back to the hometown she left for a reason and needs advice. Luckily, the dreamy, perfectly vintage midnight radio talk show hosted by Sybil McIntyre takes listener letters. Slowly we realize things aren’t all that they seem for Sybil, whose timeless aesthetic may have more sinister underpinnings.
Who should be or is kissing? Sybil and Amelia, assuming a uh, massive spoiler gets resolved.
Interference
D&D podcaster Jacq is recording her advice show when she accidentally makes radio contact with Geneva, an orc researcher based in the land of Chel. As portals begin to open between their worlds, the two must get to the bottom of what’s going on, and figure out their fledgling feelings for each other.
Who should be or is kissing? Jacq and Geneva are very cute from the jump. And who can blame Jacq for seeing the opportunity to smooch a hot trans orc lady and going for it?
Mabel | @mabelpodcast
A home healthcare worker begins attempting to reach the estranged granddaughter of the woman she is charged with looking after, and then things get really weird. (I find Mabel so very vexing to describe but expect strange, surreal horror with a dark romantic heart.)
Who should be or is kissing? Home health worker Ana Limon and Mabel Martin, whose whereabouts will not be spoiled by this tiny list.
Greenhouse
Rose’s dad just died, and his will states she must start writing letters to the owner of his favourite flower shop if she wants to continue living in their family home. Despite all this, romance blossoms as she and her new penpal slowly get to know each other.
Who should be or is kissing? Rose and Abby, the owner of the flower shop, who build an mutual understanding around being anxious as hell, weird about media and needing to go to therapy pretty badly.
Alice isn’t Dead
Alice isn’t dead, which is news to her wife. Working as a truck driver for an increasingly strange company, Keisha crosses the country to track her down and uncovers a dark secret lurking along America’s highways in the process.
Who should be or is kissing? Alice and Keisha have a, uh, complicated relationships to say the least but you can’t argue there isn’t something interesting there.
#romancequest 2022#me and au podcast#the strange case of starship iris#arden podcast#greenhouse#midnight radio#alice isn't dead#mabel podcast#I feel like this list should be longer!#BUT a lot of stuff got knocked out for being off category - either about a couple who broke up before the start and will never smooch again#(Within the Wires IWNJATR etc)#or a couple who are only together for a bit to move the plot along#(Night Post)#or stuff like my OWN OTHER SHOW where the romance is a C-plot at best (but Nelly/Reva forever listen to Station to Station anyway)#that being said I know there are a few circa-2018 shows I've forgotten but their feeds may be dead anyway
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You got me addicted to your HP drabbles and now I'm greedy for more😂Would love to see Daphne & Simon's wedding! Or anything else for that matter, I don't really care whatever you come up with. Everything's been great so far!😍
Okay so while I'm saving up what happens at Daphne and Simon's wedding for a later post covering Benedict and Sophie finally getting together, I will share the unexpected wedding that happens just a few weeks before...
Sophie had been home all of a day after returning from her travels, feeling deflated that the adventure of a lifetime with her best friends had ended on a sour note with Michael's illness and the drama with Marina between Colin and Phillip. She was staying with the Bridgertons like she had always done since the summer before her second year at Hogwarts and while she was planning to get a place of her own, Violet and Edmund had told her she could stay with them for as long as she wanted.
With Daphne moved out, Sophie was using her bedroom as her own. She had just finished unpacking when she was suddenly startled by a loud crack and Kate Sharma appearing in the room.
"Sophie!" Kate greeted brightly and engulfed her friend in a hug. "Oh I'm so glad you're back! I've missed you!"
"I've missed you too -"
"Now there's no time to lose!" Kate drew back, her hand on Sophie's arm and before Sophie could ask her what she meant, Kate quickly turned on her heel and in the next second they were outside a small red-brick building.
"Kate, where are -"
But Sophie's question was cut off as there was another crack and suddenly Anthony was right in front of them, clutching hold of a confused looking Benedict. Sophie's throat constricted as his eyes locked on hers, both of their mouths hovering open uncertainly now that they found themselves in close proximity once more.
"Ha! I was quicker than you!" Kate cheered in her boyfriend's face.
"Well he was in the middle of making an omelette so I had to make sure the gas was turned off!" Anthony said, releasing his brother and quickly silencing Kate's snarky retort with a kiss. "Okay, now have we got everything?"
"Something old?"
"The first pair of knickers you let me keep." Anthony responded and waved a lacy thong he had retrieved from his trouser pocket.
"God, you're so hot when you're sentimental." Kate purred and dragged him into another kiss, all the while Sophie and Benedict stared at the pair of them incredulously.
"Mm, okay; something new?" Anthony asked.
"Well..." Kate drawled and gave him a knowing look.
"Yep, of course." Anthony grinned ebulliently at her. "Something borrowed?"
Kate grabbed a hold of Sophie's hand, took off the evil eye bracelet she bought in Turkey from her wrist and slid it onto her own.
"Done." Kate shook her newly obtained bracelet. "And something blue?"
Anthony conjured a bouquet of white tulips in his hand, gave them a single shake and turned them blue, eliciting a gasp out of Kate as he handed them to her.
"Looks like we're all set!" Anthony beamed.
"Um, hey?" Benedict called out and drew the pair's attention to him. "Guys are you... getting married?"
"Yes!" the excited pair chorused.
"What?" Sophie gaped at them - sure she had figured with the something old tradition that Anthony and Kate were getting hitched but the confirmation still surprised her. "I didn't even know you two got engaged!"
"As of an hour ago we did!" Kate squealed.
"But what's with the rush?" Benedict asked.
"Kate's pregnant!" Anthony replied, his face shining with unbridled happiness.
"Oh my god! Kate!" Sophie gasped.
"Ant!" Benedict's eyes widened.
"This is the best day of my life, Ben!" Anthony enthused. "I'm getting married to the love of my life and the mother of my child!"
"And I'm happy for you, Ant, I really am - but don't you want a big white wedding? What's mum going to say?"
"I can't let Kate give birth without us being married!" Anthony scoffed. "Just because Simon knocked up Daph and they waited to get married until after Amelia was born doesn't mean I'm going to do the same! We just want to make it official as soon as wizardly possible!"
"And once the baby’s born we’ll throw a massive party and renew our vows and all that!" Kate piped up. “My parents will want the whole shebang as much as yours.”
"But you can't tell mum!" Anthony warned his brother. "Or Daph - or anyone! We don't want to steal Daph's thunder. This is just for us.”
“Dammit, Ant, you know I’m bad at lying, especially to mum.”
“It’s not lying though! It’s keeping a secret!” Kate insisted.
“Yeah that’s why we picked you and Sophie to be our witnesses, since you’re both so good at keeping things quiet.” Anthony remarked and gave his brother a knowing look.
Benedict’s expression faltered and he darted a glance at Sophie, who was also quite perplexed by Anthony’s comment. The only person she had ever discussed everything that had happened between her and Benedict with was Phillip and she knew he wouldn’t have told a soul. Though she had assumed Benedict hadn’t told anyone about what had gone on between them, she figured it made sense that if he was going to talk about it with anyone that it would be Anthony. She felt embarrassed that Anthony should know all about their near-hookup and whatever side of the story Benedict had given him but she wasn’t given that long to dwell on it as Anthony and Kate led them into the registry office.
Sophie hadn’t a clue that when she woke up that day that she’d be witness to an impromptu Bridgerton marriage and though she was still bewildered when the officiant began legally wedding Anthony and Kate, she became swept up in the infectious joy radiating from the happy couple. As they agreed to become husband and wife, Sophie looked over and found Benedict’s eyes already on her, and her heart began pounding as Anthony and Kate exchanged rings as a sign of love and devotion, envisioning herself and Benedict -
“You may now kiss the bride!”
Anthony dipped his wife into a kiss before picking her up and carrying her out of the registry office, with Benedict and Sophie trailing after them.
“But I want to keep them!” Kate was saying as they got outside, clutching her bouquet to her chest.
Anthony rolled his eyes but let his wife keep her wedding bouquet, instead conjuring up an identical bouquet in his own hand.
“Here, catch!” he said and chucked his bouquet over his shoulder, predictably intending for Sophie to catch it but it instead ended up colliding and hitting Benedict on the head.
“Hey!” Benedict exclaimed just as a loud crack sounded and the happy couple were gone to celebrate becoming husband and wife.
Sophie watched Benedict pick up the flowers and then look to her, and it was then they realised they were all alone. They stared at one another and Sophie’s heart continued to thunder away in her chest. Benedict broke the tension by clearing his throat and offering her the bouquet which she accepted, but not before plucking a single tulip out from the bunch and offering it out in turn to him. She wasn’t entirely sure why she made such a gesture, other then a part of her didn’t want to leave him empty-handed.
He accepted the single tulip and locked his gaze with hers once more. She could feel something stirring within her, a feeling so all-encompassing and powerful that it scared her because she had felt like this before and every time it had ended in even more heartbreak for her. She watched as his lips parted and she knew he was going to ask if they could chat, but she couldn’t let herself be vulnerable again, not with Benedict.
“I’ll see you around.” she quickly blurted out and before he could react she had turned on the spot - crack - and she was back in Daphne’s room.
She cursed herself for leaving him so abruptly without giving him the chance to speak. She knew she couldn’t escape him forever, not with Simon and Daphne’s wedding just around the corner. There would be no avoiding him unless she surrounded herself with anyone that wasn’t him, but even then she knew her heart was too weak to keep her distance from him for too long.
With a sigh she found herself leaving Daphne’s room and climbing the stairs until she was stood in front of Benedict’s old room. She entered the bedroom, still in tact and unchanged from when he had occupied it, and she wandered inside. A part of her hated herself for needing to be so close to him again, having weakly hoped that in the two years since she had last seen him that she might have outgrown whatever crush she had for him - but who was she kidding? She had been in love with Benedict Bridgerton for the last eleven years and apparently that love for him was unconditionally unwavering.
She let out a deep sigh and collapsed into his bed, clutching the bouquet he had given her, closing her eyes and realising that his scent was still on his pillow and that even this was enough to make her heart ardently yearn for him. She wished she didn’t feel like this, wished she could stop being so tormented with undying affection for a man who couldn’t love her back; and yet all her heart felt and all that it knew was Benedict and deep in her soul she knew she would never want to stop loving him even if she could.
Sophie ended up dozing off, his scent easing her into a comforted sleep. She remained curled in Benedict’s bed, the flowers still clutched to her chest when Violet popped her head in, curious why her son’s door was open, and her heart panged for Sophie, knowing after all this time that the girl was still in love with her son.
When she tracked down her husband to discuss the unrequited love she knew both Benedict and Sophie were under the impression of being under, Edmund cut her off before she had even begun.
“He loves her, Vi. He’s going to talk to her at the wedding. I’m confident everything will finally work out for those two.”
“I hope so.” Violet sighed as Edmund pulled her into his lap and embraced her.
#asks#bridgerton drabble#harry potter au#benophie#benedict bridgerton#sophie beckett#kate sharma#anthony bridgerton#kanthony#benedict x sophie
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PERIOD DRAMA WEEK 2022 | Day 7: Favourite Kisses
Catherine and Henry, Northanger Abbey (2007)
Harriet and Robert Martin, Emma (2020)
Violet and Amelia, Harlots S1E5
Kate and Anthony, Bridgerton S2E7 'Harmony'
Lizzie and Tommy, Peaky Blinders S4E3 'Blackbird'
Elizabeth and Henry, The White Princess E6 'English Blood on English Soil'
Louisa and Spiros, The Durrells S4E6
Mary and Matthew, Downton Abbey S2E9 'Christmas at Downton Abbey'
Esther and Lord Babington, Sanditon S1E8
Margaret and Mr. Thornton, North and South E4
Victoria and Albert, Victoria S1E6 'The Queen's Husband'
Emma and Mr. Knightley, Emma (2020)
#perioddramaedit#period dramas#perioddramaweek2022#northangerabbeyedit#emmaedit#harlotsedit#bridgertonedit#peakyblindersedit#twpedit#the durrells#downtonedit#sanditonedit#northandsouthedit#victoriaedit#mine
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TOG pregnancy tropes
Lorcan-
•THIS MAN! He goes from protective to basically your shadow
•contact.always.
•full on GROWLS at anyone near you
• you: “Lorcan,hunny.you can’t kill everyone who looks at me”
Lorcan: *holding a man up by his collar* HE LOOKED AT YOU FOR 2 SECONDS TOO LONG
•you have twins,2 girls called Antonella and Ariadne
Rowan-
•He WORSHIPS the ground you walk on
•always makes sure you are the most comfortable you can be
•will fly across the entire world just to get you the food you were craving and be back in time to do all the chores while you eat it (as you find it hard to move)
• “okay so. I just came back from the southern continent to get you the chocolate,now sit there as I make the bed”
•you have a daughter called Zara
Chaol-
•Chaol is probably one of the more sensible but also worrisome
•he’s is really scared someone will hurt you and as a result,becomes your personal escort,EVERYWHERE
•prepared to carry you whenever even if you say your fine
• “I don’t care if we are in the middle of a ball,you need to rest therefore I will be carrying you”
• you have a son called Avel
Dorian-
•His phantom hands will always be on you.ALWAYS
•he knows you don’t want to give up your duties as queen so he brings you all your work to do in the comfort of your shared bed.
•total feminist,backs you up when you want to work and helps you rest,willingly gives you messages too
• *talking to a sexist lord who basically said you were useless*
“Excuse you! my queen can carry a child AND run a country.she is doing a better job then ALL of you. I’d like to see you carry and child and run a kingdom!”
•A girl called Callia
Fenrys-
•when you in public he turns to his wolf form so he can scare anyone you don’t know,away from you
•lots of picnics with healthy food for the baby
•basically one giant teddy bear
•bedrest Is a must,after losing his brother,he is terrified something bad will happen to you,so If only to calm him down,you will take bedrest
•twins,one girl,Velvela and a boy,Idan
Sartaq-
•he is as shocked but afterwards he was running around trying to make sure your safe at all times
•you would run off and have fun with his siblings and he would almost die of panic
•after that incident he makes sure he is always with you
•spoils you absolutely rotten!
•you have a son,Dante
Sam-
•You were one the courtesans so he was very nervous about Arobynn and Clarisse finding out
•visits you every single day,literally,you and this child are the most important thing in the world to him
•most gentle boyfriend ever!
•worried he won’t be a good father seeming as he is an Assassin and you always try to convince him other wise
• “what do you mean someone anonymously paid your debt to clarisse ?”
•you have a daughter called Violet
Aedion-
•Excited as FUCK!
•You find out your having triplets and he tells everyone he’s got a magic dick
•Gavriel helps out a lot and is excited for his grandchildren
•he will have full on conversations with your stomach,like even arguments
• Aedion: what do you think
Baby:*kicks*
Aedion: *gasps* YOU TAKE THAT BACK!
•you have triplets
Oldest is a girl-Adelaine
Then a boy-Alexander
And last,another girl-Amelia
Gavriel-
•he is super serious about the whole ordeal,he doesn’t want to mess up being a father again
•be prepared to be basically baby sat,like literally and you cannot tell me he doesn’t want to make loads of stuff for the baby
•extremity Loving,random kisses to the head,lips,shoulder and tummy
•Aedion is very happy to be a big brother
• “so I made a cot,a rocking horse,a bed for when they are bigger and I even learned to nit and made a little blanket
•you have a girl,Eleanora
Arobynn-
(This one is for my cousin,you owe me Megan)
•protective,almost possessive
•you were his queen anyway but now that you carrying his heir,ooooooo just wait! This man will find you the best maternity clothes,covered in diamond and gold and every gem you could image
•he makes it known he will have an heir but let’s no one near you and will get violent with anyone asks to many questions about you or his child
•has extra guards EVERYWHERE and calls your child “the little killer” at first you protested but since he won’t stop you just can’t be assed to correct him
• “so Dearest,how is our little killer”
“Arobynn!”
“What?!”
•You have a girl-Anastasia
I can do one where babies are toddlers if u want?
#throne of glass#lorcan salvaterre#rowan whitethorn#chaol westfall#dorian havilliard#aedion ashryver#arobynn hamel#sam cortland#gavriel#sartaq#fenrys moonbeam#sarah j. maas#booktok
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