Young King George x Reader

Synopsis: You were truly surprised when you saw that the seeds your husband planted started to become seedlings.

Warnings: Fluff

You have been feeling nauseous for a while now but ignored it. As you started to feel dizzy you knew something was up with you. It has been two weeks since your Honeymoon period ended. You and George spent every minute together from waking up in each others arms to stargazing at night.

Your were currently knitting as you observed George pacing around nervously, he was writing a speech for the British council members something he has to do every other month. As he had his duties you also had yours which were picking your Ladies in waiting.

'Stop pacing my love, you’ll do a wonderful job believe me.' You said as you stood up placing your hands onto his shoulders.

'I don’t know why I’m so nervous.' He chuckled turning around to pull you into his arms. You giggled pecking his lips knowing that he was truly improving regarding his illness. You remembered like it was yesterday where Reynolds got you and told you what George had planned. Knowing that the Royal Physician was known for his torturous therapy methods terrified you.

You were happy when you could stop it even before it began. You loved him the way he was, as a mad man as farmer George and king George at the end of the day he was your husband and you loved him.

He wanted to get better for you, you appreciated it but he was enough and will always be enough.

'Will you be alright without me?' He asked nudging you nose cutely. You nodded it’s only going to be a day and Brimsley and your handmaid Emilia would be with you.

'Show them who you are, my love.’ you smiled stroking his cheeks. As you suddenly felt nauseous but you tried to suppress it, but George caught it.

'Everything alright my dear?' He asked with concern in his face.

'I’m alright nothing to worry about my king, now go show them what you are capable off.' You grinned walking him out.

'I’ll see you tomorrow night.' He said placing a long kiss on your lips.

'Have a safe journey.'

After George and Reynolds left you decided to take a walk through the Garden it was a nice sunny day that quickly turned into a gloomy one. You heard Brimsley suggesting you to return but as stubborn as you were you ignored his suggestion. You saw Emilia and some other maids picking flowers for your bedroom. Something they did, every three days they use the dried ones as scent bags for your wardrobe which leaves a nice floral scent.

They greeted you as you passed and you greeted them back. But before you could even focus your attention on your walk you felt dizzy, your head started to throb and your were sure you could vomit any second.

The change in your body demeanor was picked on quickly by your Maid Emilia who was about to ask if everything was alright. But before she could to that your eyes rolled back and your body dropped to the ground.

And all you could hear were screams.

'What is with her, I demand an answer' you heard the hushed voice of your husband behind the door. You were confused he wasn’t supposed to be back that soon. You didn’t remember what had happened but the way your head was throbbing, you knew that you must’ve fainted. You opened your eyes seeing that you were in you chambers covered in blankets.

'-george, George' you muttered trying to get someone’s attention and by the gasp you heard and the rushed steps towards you, you could see your maid Emilia appearing next to you. She looked like she had been in distress but you could see it changing when she saw you wide awake.

'Your Majesty, thank god you are awake' she said reaching for a cup of water to give it to you.

'What happened to me? and where is my husband here?' you said tiredly trying to sit up so you could drink some water. Emilia helped you take a couple of swallows until you turned your face to the still visible argument outside.

'You fainted yesterday and I called to doctor immediately to exam you your Majesty.'

‘Yesterday? I’ve been unconscious that long? What of my husband why is he here what about his speech?' You asked her confused.

'The doctor is outside with him, your husband just arrived from his council meeting, after he heard what happened.' She said picking on her fingers nervously.

'I want to see him please.' She nodded walking hastily to the door. You could hire her talk even if it wasn’t that clear.

'Your Majesty she’s awake and asking for you.' Before she could even get back in your husband rushed past her without a glimpse.

'Oh darling' he said with glassy eyes, he looked exhausted and you felt bad that you hadn’t said anything before.

'I’m fine, George' you said showing him a small smile grabbing his hands gently.

'No, you aren’t you should’ve told me that you didn’t feel well, I’d have never left you.' He muttered pressing kisses to the back of your hands.

'What of your speech?' you asked.

'Forget the speech my wife just fainted do you really think my thoughts are still on that? You should’ve told me that you weren’t feeling well.' He said frustrated.

'His majesty is right my Queen, someone in your condition should’ve said something earlier.' The doctor said walking into the room with his intern behind him.

'What condition?' You asked nervously, was it a incurable disease? Or something remotely close?

'Oh my apologies my Queen I thought you were well aware that you are 7 weeks pregnant.'

'Y-you said pregnant?' you heard George say next to you.

'I’m with child?' you asked feeling your tears escaping your eyes. You were with child the whole time without even noticing. If you think back your monthly period hasn’t been coming in a while and the tenderness in your breast was also an indicator that you were pregnant.

'Yes your Majesty congratulations I’ll be going now. If you need anything feel free to call for me.' With that he left you alone with your husband. Your staff also departed but not without congratulating the both of you.

When the door closed you husband leaped up to engulf you in a hug, you could feel his lefty hand on you lower stomach were a bulge was starting forming.

'A little king or a little queen' he whispered happily to himself trying to process what he just heard.

'You are going to be a father.' You said gently wrapping your arms around his neck.

'And you are going to be a mother.' he leaned down pressing pecks onto your face.

'Seems like it didn’t take to long until my seeds started to become seedlings making your womb bloom, my love.'

'They sure didn’t take to long and with no time our little bundle will find the daylight.'

The Selection || Chapter Ten ||

A/N: and here it is! The 2nd to last part of The Selection! Sorry that it has taken so long to come out but I did have trouble deciding plots and stuff but it's here now!! I hope you enjoy!

Chapter Nine || Masterlist ||

When you woke up the next morning, Loki was gone. The bed was still warm which signalled that he hadn’t been gone long but his absence weighed down on you, especially after the announcement of your marriage on TV last night. You sat up in bed, the covers slipping down your body as you rubbed your eyes and yawned, pulling your arms up into a stretch before slipping out of bed and walking over to the window. There was a party going on just outside of the city, Asgardians dancing around a lit fire even if the sun was shining down on them in replacement of the dozy moon. The planets you could see around Asgard were just as still as they had been yesterday. Nothing terrible had happened in the wake of your marriage announcement to Loki. 

You were curious as to where your fiance had gone but when you remembered that Odin wanted to speak with him, you thought it only polite that you leave father and son alone to talk. 

“My lady,” came the familiar voice of Madysin as she stepped into the room through the servants entrance, she looked like she was glowing with pride, her head held high as she walked over to you with Charlotte in tow, “we wanted to congratulate you on your engagement to the Prince! It was an honour to serve you as a maid to a Selected but now as a soon-to-be Princess, you can decide to call upon different maids… we understand if you let us go.”

Tied Together

Pairing: Doctor!Strange x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, flirtation, pure joy.

Word Count: 1,626

Reading time: ≈ 6 mins.

A/N: This submission— my heart burst. Thank you. Kept it real short and sweet— turned out to be more of a drabble. so fluffy.

Opening my asks so I can practice writing more! If you have a request that you want done or have an idea you’re too lazy to write yourself, send it my way :p I prefer to write on Stephen Strange (any variant), but I am open to writing any Marvel character! Also open to writing on BBC!Sherlock. Willing to write almost anything and everything! Fluffy, angsty, smutty… go for it! Enjoy the read <3

Your eyes cracked open as you felt a shift in the mattress. Sunlight poured through the large window through the room and onto the comforter, painting the room in a warm morning haze. You immediately smiled to yourself seeing the broad, bare, muscular shoulders of your boyfriend perched on the side of the bed, one arm stretched upward to run his hand through his hair. You rolled over and wrapped your arms around his waist, placing a gentle kiss against his back.

There for you (pt 2)

Pairing: Stephen Strange x F!reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Content: unrequited feelings, angst, Stephen pining over christine

A/N: I honestly would have left the first part as it is but an idea hit so here it is. Anyways, as I said, either Stephen suffers or you do.

Part one

    Your steps were heavy, it had been an exhausting and hectic shift and yet, you still found yourself making your way to the rooftop. At this point, it’s more to disappoint yourself in hopes that you move on from Stephen. Opening the door to the rooftop, you walked in, smiling at the familiar breeze and cityscape you have come to know and appreciate. That was when your eyes fell onto his figure sitting on the bench, your eyes widening in surprise. Stephen’s shift had ended hours ago. You sucked in a breath, taking a few steps towards him. 

    “I was hoping to catch you here.” Stephen looked up to you with a smile, handing you a can of coke before taking a sip out of his coffee. You took the can of coke from him, it all felt so surreal, you were half expecting yourself to wake up and find out that you had fallen asleep on your work desk or something. Stephen raised his eyebrows at your frozen state, “I was feeling nice today.” He joked, thinking that your appalled expression was from the fact that he had prepared a drink for you, in hopes of finding you here. You sat down beside him, opening the can of coke with a hiss. “It’s been long since we talked, I missed it,” Stephen admitted, staring into the distance, feeling uncomfortable at your lack of words. “Shouldn’t you be home now? Your shift ended a few hours ago.” You asked, he pursed his lips. “You keeping track of me?” You shook your head, “Christine and I are working overtime for the research study.” He answered.

   Of course, Christine.

  “Don’t overwork yourself.” You reminded him. He smiled, “That’s why I’m here, decided to take a break. Christine suggested it too.” You grimaced at his mention of her. Stephen glanced at his watch, “Hey Valentine’s coming. You found anyone yet?” Stephen started, you snorted childishly at him. “I’m single Stephen.” Stephen rubbed his facial hair with his palm, trying to wipe the smile off his face at your tone. “There must be someone you’re into.” He emphasised on the ‘someone’. You looked at him, “What are you planning Stephen. Leave me alone.” You sighed, he stifled a laugh of his. “I just hope you find someone soon. You are awfully single.” He shrugged. “You’re one to talk Stephen, aren’t you single too?” You regretted the question the moment the words left your lips. “At least I had my fair share of relationships and romance, you on the other hand…you don’t even seem to be remotely attracted to anyone.” You smiled, at least that meant you were doing a fantastic job of concealing your feelings. Stephen leaned in closer to you, an action that made you gasp and your heart flutter. “So, is there someone?” He pursued. You looked at him, your face flushing a little. His eyes twinkled in delight, “I knew it! Do I know him?” 

   You could stare at his features, a soft smile on your face. “Well, he’s cocky and an annoying overachiever but he’s got the biggest heart, he pretends that matters don’t bother him when it does, he pushes himself and strives for excellence in everything he does. But you know something? He’s a coward who refuses to do anything that he isn’t sure he could be the best at and that applies to romance too, he makes me laugh despite having a reputation for being stoic and I’m comfortable around him.” 

Stephen raised his eyebrows, giving you a judgemental look before looking away. “What?” You asked. “He sounds like a walking red flag but you do you.” You slapped him lightly on the shoulder, “You talk like you ain’t one.” He shot you an offended look, “Or maybe this guy is great and all. I forgot you tend to give compliments in the form of insults.” he said, laughing a little at the look on your face. 

   “So what’s his name?” Stephen questioned, he wanted to know who it was that you seemed to be head over heels for, judging from the lovesick look you had on your face when you described the guy. You looked into the distance, frowning slightly. “Shit, it’s raining. I gotta go before it gets worse.” You cursed, you didn’t have an umbrella with you. “It was nice talking to you again Stephen.” you smiled at him before running off. Stephen stood up too, his mind preoccupied with the man that you described as he strode back into his office where he was working on the research study with Christine. 

   Christine was already at her usual seat, pouring over some files and documents. Christine turned back to greet him. Stephen’s eyes fell onto the window that was being pelted with raindrops, the rain was getting heavier. His eyes then spotted the extra umbrella he had kept in his office. 

  “I’ll be back soon, just gonna go lend my umbrella to someone.” he said, leaving the office again with two umbrellas in hand while running through the halls of the hospital. 

  The sound of your name being called out in the rain almost missed you, you unplugged the earphones from your ears before turning around to find Stephen running up to you with an umbrella. “You’re drenched!” He pointed out. “I can see that Stephen.” You told him, he thrusted the extra umbrella into your hand. “What for? I’m already drenched Stephen.” He leaned further into you, trying his best to shelter the both of you from the rain. “Stop being stubborn and use it already.” He scolded. You sighed, glancing down before stepping away from him. You had to do it now, it was no use waiting for him everyday, you had to make the decision of what to do with your feelings towards him. He let out an annoyed huff as he tried to shelter you again, you took another step back, giving him back his umbrella. 

   “I don’t need it Stephen. Take it back.” He opened his mouth to argue, but you already stopped listening. The signs were clear, you were just a friend to him. Christine is the woman he goes to, listens to and smiles the most with. Whatever you felt towards him was how he felt towards Christine, it was like looking at a reflection whenever he interacted with Christine, it was like how you interacted with him. You bit on your lip, looking away as you felt the tears start to well up, if not for the rain, Stephen would have caught sight of your tears already. You looked at him again, a worried look on his face. You swallowed, you have made your decision. 

   “Thank you but I’ll deal with it. I’m already drenched, the umbrella is of no use.” You said again, smiling sadly at him. Stephen watched helplessly as you turned the corner while walking under the heavy rain, worried for you. 

   You wanted to be there for him so you’ll do it. 

   You’ll do it as a friend and for that to happen, these feelings for him had to be concealed until the end of time and its ok. 

  It’s ok as long as you’re still by his side

tag: @jokatsuya

Love to Spare - Part 5 (Anthony Bridgerton x Reader; Benedict Bridgerton x Reader)

Anthony Bridgerton x Fem! Reader Benedict Bridgerton x Fem! Reader Fluffy, friendship, angsty feelings! GIF by me Word count: 2k Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Author's Note: Am I the terrible person that wrote Part 5 to be so long that I had to split it in half and now this will be 7 parts? Yes, I am that person. But it's all written - it's done. For real. 7 parts.

Summary: A season of suitors and a night at the opera.

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You were an hour late in meeting Sir Edgar, having lost yourself in conversation with Benedict. You told him about your plans to teach and write and how they had been dashed by your family’s financial situation. He was sympathetic and supportive, his kind eyes sparkling as you spoke. When you asked him about his dreams in turn, he told you of his love for art, his penchant for sketching, and his hopes to distinguish himself with some kind of career. He was funny and inquisitive, listening so attentively that it was easy to open up to him despite barely knowing him. Where Anthony listened to you with all the insights of a clever colleague, Benedict seemed to listen with his whole heart.

(tyler galpin x gates!reader)

Reader: fem, Laurel’s daughter, not so villain(ish) anymore

Summary: The master-Hyde bond is stronger than ever now that Tyler has retreated into his rage to escape the pain of your supposed betrayal. Wednesday has a vision that might change things... if he were to believe her.

Warnings: canon-typical dark themes, reader gets drugged and locked up in a basement, some violence and wounds, angsssst

Word count: 2.6K

Note: This chapter turned out pretty long, so I’ve decided to split it in two and post the second part soon. I’m really excited to share it! Until then, hope you guys like this one🤍

❗Links to the other parts of this series are in my pinned post (if I attach them here the post won’t show up in the tags)

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Phantom of the Opera ~ Prologue

Fandom: Bridgerton

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x fem!Reader

Summary: Lady (Name) Granville, daughter and only heir of Duke Granville just arrived back for this season from her tour in Europe. However, she came back to London with a secret.

Word count: 990

The night was cold as you made your way into the opera in London. Your cloak hiding your masked face as you slipped past noble people who arrived for the show tonight. The back entrance was unattended but everyone knew you there as Lena Smith. You hurried down the hallway into the changing room that was assigned to you just to see Siena sit by the dressing table, fixing her hair.

She was beautiful but somehow you always saw how sad she was on the inside. It has only been a month since you arrived back secretly to London, trying to avoid your family until the official date of your arrival. Since you met Siena, you tried to subtly observe her, not only because she was so talented but because she was so professional. You wanted to learn as much as you could from her.

“Lena, I was worried you wouldn’t show up.” she said with a small smile as she stood from her seat.

“I got a little delayed by… traffic.” you lied. It was truly traffic that slowed you down but you rather tried to avoid anyone catching a glimpse of you than getting stuck with a carriage. If anyone from the ton would notice you or recognize you here… you had no idea if you would be able to handle all the criticism or judgemental looks. You had no real family with you anymore, you couldn’t lean on your mother’s shoulder, turn to her for advice nor could you ask your father for his opinion.

“Everything alright?” Siena furrowed her eyebrows. “You always wear your mask even if we are not yet playing.”

“I… I told you why…” you averted your gaze from hers.

“Even if you have a scar, you are still beautiful, Lena.” she shook her head then went to the door. “Let’s get started! We have a full house tonight!”

Your heart started thumping in your chest with excitement. A full house?! So many people came just to see the new attraction which was you. Changing into your costume, you went to the back stage, nervousness mixed with giddiness. It was like you were a child again, waiting for the present on Christmas morning.

Once it was time for you to perform, you walked out on stage, your focus trained on your role and completely in character. There was no you on that stage, it was the character of the story.

Anthony’s PoV.

Lord Bridgerton felt rather annoyed with his mother insisting on going to the opera. His heart was still freshly wounded by the rejection from Siena and he was unsure if he was capable of sitting through a show, watching Siena perform all night. To his surprise, Siena only had a smaller role. Tonight’s show was focused on someone else. Someone new.

Her voice was mesmerizing, caressing his ears as she sang. The Viscount grew curious about her face when he realized that she wore a mask. He didn’t really pay attention to the show before her voice filled the large room so when he raised his head and laid eyes on her form, noticed the white mask. The story was about a woman joining the army, dressed in men’s clothing and hiding her identity to replace her father but she is revealed in the end by the kingdom’s prince who fell in love with her. The prince felt ashamed of falling in love with a man until he realized that it was a woman he loved. However, they are killed by the enemy before they could confess their feelings for each other and the kingdom falls victim to the enemy.

The fighting scenes and the dramatic ones made his heart thump in his chest with excitement or empathy. Anthony was only sure about one thing though: he couldn’t take his eyes off of her.

“Anthony? Anthony!” Eloise shook him violently, making him jump in surprise. At his confused expression, his sister broke out in a fit of laughter. “The show is over, we have to go home.”

“What?”

The Viscount turned his head back to the stage where the curtains were already closed and the audience was slowly filtering out of the theatre. He stood and went downstairs with his family, barely registering what his mother was saying. This strange fascination with opera singers couldn’t leave him, could it? He felt ridiculous as he thought about this. He needed to find a suitable wife, needed to take responsibility, not chase some opera singer who would want nothing to do with him in the end.

As they walked out of the theatre and he waited for his mother and sister to board the carriage first, he noticed movement to the side. Turning his head, he noticed the masked singer and his eyes widened. The mask was no longer obscuring her beautiful face but was hanging in her hand as she hurried away, pulling a large cloak over her head.

(Name) Granville.

The singer was (Name) Granville, daughter of Duke Granville. Anthony only remembered her because he saw her mother receiving a small portrait of the young lady as an offer from the Duke a few years ago. It was a marriage proposal but not as serious as an actual proposal. The Duke was only mapping out the possibilities of a future marriage for his daughter.

Back then, Anthony paid little attention to the small painting, outright refusing to accept anything his mother arranged. Now, he couldn’t take his eyes off the spot where she stood a few minutes ago. Benedict shook him to gain his attention, a small smirk playing on his brother’s face.

“Are you really so obsessed with this place, brother?”

“Let’s get going.”

Benedict only shook his head and laughed. The whole ride back home went in a daze, his mind filled with questions and thoughts but mostly, it was occupied with the mysterious Lady Granville.

To be continued…

A/N: Thank you guys so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed and will be following the story in the future!

Phantom of the Opera (Anthony Bridgerton x Reader) Chapter Five

Summary: Lady (Name) Granville, daughter and only heir of Duke Granville just arrived back for this season from her tour in Europe. However, she came back to London with a secret. And it seems Anthony Bridgerton just found out that secret.

Word count: 2002

Warnings: fluff, romance, angst

Previous Chapter - Next Chapter

Anthony’s PoV.

The weather in London turned cold during the last few days and that meant nights grew even colder. Anthony should’ve switched his coat to a warmer one but with his mind filled with thoughts about Lady Granville, he forgot to do so. The Viscount sneezed as quietly as possible while standing in the shadows of his family’s box in the theatre. His eyes couldn’t leave her form as she was singing on the stage, all lights on her.

Anthony never really thought he would be so drawn to the opera but somehow it seemed he was meant to long after one of the singers be it Siena or Lady Granville. He watched her end her scene with a heavy heart before the curtains closed and the audience applauded her. He could see the glint in her eyes even from so far away, under that mask, her eyes were shining with happiness which made his chest tighten. Before he knew her, Anthony only thought it was a hobby for her but seeing her perform night after night, he knew it was a passion.

The play came to an end but Anthony didn’t wait for the applause to die down. He stepped out of the box and was about to leave the theatre when his eyes met fiery brown ones.

“I thought I was clear when I sent you away.” Siena spoke. The applause was still thundering as a storm as the two of them seemed to be stuck in time, staring at each other. Anthony swallowed and averted his gaze.

“You were.” he said softly. “I am not here to bother you.”

“You’re here for her.”

His heart skipped a beat both in shock and pain at the way hurt mixed with dejection in her voice. Did she still have a lingering fondness for him? Or was it just the miss of something she was used to? He shook his head in hope these thoughts would leave him.

“Yes.”

It was surprising to hear his own voice sound so sure.

“She is risking a scandal, please stop it before it is too late.” Siena sighed and left him in the storm of the satisfied audience.

As Anthony made his way home, he kept thinking about what Siena said. Siena always held the theatre close to her heart and he knew she had a reason to be afraid of a scandal. If people stopped coming to watch opera, her everyday income would be at risk. But Lady Granville was just as enamoured with opera as Siena was. Her beautiful face lit up whenever she spotted the theatre and her performance was executed so well that it left others in the shadows.

For days, Anthony kept thinking about Lady Granville and when the invitation came from Lord Drummond for the upcoming wild game hunting he was organising for his fiftieth birthday, he finally had the best opportunity to have some time to talk to her.

Your PoV.

The weather seemed to be warmer compared to usual. It should’ve been colder but you could wear a short sleeved dress that day. You never particularly liked these wild game hunts but it was fun to laugh at the men trying to reassure each other about their masculinity. You looked over all the gentlemen, preparing for the hunt as you sat with Daphne and Eloise Bridgerton. The three of you were playing some card game when the Duke of Hastings approached you. He put a gentle hand on his wife’s shoulder, his lips pulled into a small smile.

“Are you enjoying the afternoon?” he asked.

“Yes, dear.” Daphne touched his hand on her shoulder as she turned back to him. “However, I am not so sure that Anthony is enjoying it as well.”

“He keeps complaining about everything.” Simon rolled his eyes then they landed on your form. “I bet it is only because Lady Granville chose to dance with everyone else but him.”

“A lady has to be careful, my lord.” you smiled wryly. “Once a rake, always a rake.”

“As Anthony would put it, ‘reformed’ rake.” Simon chuckled then said his goodbyes and left with the rest of the men. You couldn’t help but search for Anthony in the crowd. It was easier though than you thought it would be. His eyes immediately locked with yours, his gaze burning through your skull.

“It seems Lady Granville you’re not as careful as you said a lady should be.” Daphne quipped. “Even though you do not trust my brother, I can reassure you that Anthony is not as bad as he seems.”

“Maybe-”

“Excuse me, Duchess Granville, Duchess Basset, Miss Bridgerton, it seems I have arrived late to join in on the hunting. May I join you with my mother and sister?”

The man who approached you from behind had a deep silky voice, it almost felt like your ears were caressed by soft velvet. You turned your attention to the man who cast a shadow over your sitting form. His light brown hair was cut short, a few strands poking out from under his hat. His shoulders were wide but you were certain that the cut of his coat was helping with it a little. What shocked you was how tall he was. His legs seemed to stretch for miles.

Behind him, a small, petite girl stood around the age of Francesca. Her almost white blonde hair was pulled up in a bun, her dress had a shocking amount of ruffles. She looked a little bit scared like she never attended a social gathering. Their mother who was holding her hand was a frail middle aged lady with darker blonde hair and a few wrinkles. Her blue eyes were almost grey and her lips pulled into a small, polite smile.

“May we ask your name, my lord?” Daphne spoke up. She seemed to shift to a wife and mother when she needed to show her authority.

“Ah, forgive me for my bluntness!” the man smiled before taking off his hat and bowing a little. “My name is Vincent de Trafford. After my father died I had to return to England from overseas, unfortunately, this occasion was the first I could attend.”

“It is nice meeting you and your family, my lord.” Daphne smiled politely but she seemed to be uneasy as she looked back at him. You watched her frozen movements and strained smile as she let him kiss her knuckles. “Ladies, let us make some room for our new guests.”

You and Eloise stood and moved your chairs a little so the three newcomers could join. Daphne was about to move over to your side so the three of you would face the three of them but Lord Trafford was quicker and already stepped to your side with a charming smile plastered on his handsome face.

“May I sit by your side, your grace?” he asked. Your eyes widened at the direct approach but it would’ve been rude to say no. You felt all the others’ gazes on your form so you pulled up a small smile on your face and nodded.

“Of course, my lord.”

At first the conversation was quite awkward but you soon found yourself in a deep conversation with the lord. Daphne tried to quip in here and there but the lord kept turning back the attention on you. You only noticed that the hunt was over when the Bridgerton brothers approached your table.

“Lady Granville it would be an honour if-”

“It is an honour to even talk to her grace, Lord…?” Anthony spoke up behind you, making you jump.

Lord Trafford looked up with a cold smile on his face before he stood to his feet and stretched out a hand to Anthony. The air seemed to freeze, everyone around you held their breath.

“Lord Bridgerton I assume.” Trafford said with a sickly sweet voice. “I have heard about you quite a lot already. Let me introduce myself, Vincent de Trafford, nice to finally meet you.”

“I cannot say the same, Lord Trafford. I haven’t heard about you at all.” Anthony glared back at the man. You watched silently as they clenched each other’s hand in a death grip while they were still shaking hands.

“Ah, there you are, my dear!” Lady Danbury spoke up suddenly with a strange cheerfulness. “Come with me for a second!”

With that, she grabbed you and pulled you out of that little circle. You walked on her side silently for a while until you two were out of earshot. Once you were all alone, she stopped and turned to you with a serious expression.

“(Name), I do not approve of Lord Trafford’s advances on you.” she said. “Believe me when I say that you should not trust him.”

“I didn’t mean to be so close with him. It just happened and-”

“Because he made it happen. That man is dangerous, stay away from him.” she shook her head before glancing back at the guests.

“Why do you think that, Lady Danbury?” you frowned. Was this man really dangerous? Couldn’t it be that he just wanted to fit in? Lord Trafford was handsome and was easy to talk to. He seemed to be genuinely interested in you. Maybe he was just a little misunderstood.

“I am way too old to not know when someone is not who they seem to be.” Lady Danbury replied then sighed. “Let’s get back to the party, they will be suspicious if we stay away for too long.”

“Haha, you still hate the way people like to gossip.” you chuckled lightly as you followed her back to the crowd.

Later ~

Lord Drummond was a generous host; it was clear from all the exquisite dishes and exotic fruits brought to the table by the staff. You sat on Lady Danbury’s side the whole time at the dining hall and tried to avoid meeting anyone’s eyes, especially two gazes following your every move. You sipped on your wine with trembling fingers holding onto the glass tightly when Lord Bridgerton seemed to have lost his patience and leaned forward across from you to your right.

“Lady Granville, I’m glad you could join us today. It was strange not seeing you at the latest ball.” Anthony spoke. You lifted your gaze at him and you knew you just made a mistake when your heart seemed to skip a beat at the sight. You haven’t seen him this close since you told him to stay away from you last time. It has been a month if you were correct but it felt way longer than that. Anthony’s brown eyes were boring into yours as he kept his gaze locked with yours, his lips pulled into a satisfied smile at successfully gaining your attention.

“I am allowed to fall ill sometimes, am I not?” you smiled politely. “Lord Bridgerton, was the hunting successful? Have you caught anything?”

“Only a pheasant but I have to admit I was not as enthusiastic about it as others.”

You lifted an inquiring eyebrow, prompting him to continue.

“Sometimes we have the mood to play and sometimes we don’t.” he shrugged. “This time my mind was elsewhere.”

“You sound like you want to be asked where your mind was, Lord Bridgerton.” Lady Danbury quipped mischievously. Her eyes shimmered with a knowing look as she averted her gaze back to her plate and put a small piece of meat in her mouth.

“At the right time, from the right person, Lady Danbury.” Anthony smiled confidently at you then turned to another lord and started a conversation about some financials. You shot glances at him throughout the night, trying to figure out what was going on with not only him but you. Why couldn’t you move on? Why couldn’t you get him out of your mind? Why was it so easy for him to fill your heart and mind after only just a look, a smile, a word?

To be continued…

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(tyler galpin x gates!reader)

Reader: fem, Laurel’s daughter, not so villain(ish) anymore

Summary: You start considering Tyler’s proposal to leave. But you have to get away with the night you spent with him first.

Warnings: canon-typical dark themes discussed, suggestive dialogue, making out, awkward conversation with your secret boyfriend’s dad

Word count: 3.5K

Note: This part was getting long, so I decided to split it in two. The next one is where shit gets real. Hold on tight dear readers🤍

Part 1 here || Part 2 here || Part 3 here

Masterlist here

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the great war , tyler galpin x reader

Tyler looked down at you with his eyes wide. You watched him , tears in your eyes as he circled you like prey— nothing behind his emotionless expression.

“It was you.” You muttered , shaking your head as you tried connecting all the pieces. “You’ve. . . you’ve hurt people. You’ve lied.”

Your heart hammered in your chest as the news washed over you like a bad fever. Chills dancing up your spine as he watched you unbelievably , listening to you but showing no signs of actually caring.

“I cried to you when Rowan left.” Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion , remembering how he engulfed you in his arms when you cried about your bestfriend. You remember how he held you , shushing you and promising you it would all be okay.

The memory used to be a sweet one. One that you told Xavier and Ajax when they said you shouldn’t trust someone like Tyler Galpin , a judgemental ‘normie.’

Turns out , he wasn’t a normie at all.

“I guess this is a lesson in not trusting people , right?” Tyler cocked his head to the side. “You made it too easy. All I had to do was be nice to you , and you sung the secrets out like a canary.”

Your hands balled into fist at your side. You were scared at what he’d to do you. If you were the next victim on his list. The boy you thought you knew , hadn’t been real at all. “How could you?”

Tyler rolled his eyes. “You should’ve walked away when you had the chance , Y/N.”

“But I didn’t because I cared about you!” You defended. “I trusted you.” The heaviness in your heart hurt too much to look at him , the way his body was crouched over in a defensive position. He didn’t even look at you like you were human.

“I told you to leave that night and you didn’t!” Tyler argued , shaking his head quickly. “I gave you the chance but you just couldn’t stay away.”

Everything started making sense. Throughout the whole semester , Tyler had been there. You told him things about Wednesday and Enid , you told him about Xavier and most of the time you were just venting. You told him everything about Nevermore without even meaning to— because you thought you were just venting to him , someone who you cared about and maybe could’ve loved. . . Looking back at it , it made your stomach sick.

“Then why did you. . .” your bottom lip trembled. “Then why did you kiss me that night?”

“None of it was real.” Tyler admitted as he stood in place , a tiny sense of guilt creeping up the back of his neck once he looked into your teary eyes. “But–” he hesitated. “Sometimes I wish it was.”

His words felt heavy. There was something behind it that made you think that maybe , it hadn’t all been for nothing. But you couldn’t forgive him for all that he had done , all that he lied about. Even now as he stood in front of you , he didn’t look like the Tyler you met at the coffee shop last spring. He was darker , disconnected. Troubled.

“How long?” You asked him.

“The whole time.”

You heard the commotion start to ensue in the background. Tyler’s eyes shot towards the school then looked at you. “If you go now then I’ll let you.” Tyler upturned his nose. “But this is the last time.”

Before you turned around , you glanced at him one last time. Your chest beating and your mind hazy. “I always had a feeling from that day we met , that’d somehow you’d hurt me.”

“I guess you should’ve listened to it.”

Xavier Thorpe x Reader

Drawn to You

"normie" siblings

pairing, xavier thorpe x fem!galpin!reader

synopsis, y/n galpin is suddenly plagued with hallucinations of the dead.

warning(s), death, murder - your usual wednesday themes!

note, might have part 2 not sure yet!

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Pinned (pt. 5)

Series: Pinned

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x f!reader

Summary: A walk home and an intersession.

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: n/a

A/N: sorry for the delay! Covid #shreked me so this one’s a short one.

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“Lord Bridgerton,” A clear voice greets him as he pushes through the door of Mr. Raugland’s tailor shop.

Anthony didn’t think he would ever tire of how you say his name. The bite had disappeared from your words in the last few weeks, but the teasing tone remained, and he loves it.

He still can’t quite put his finger on what it is that draws him to you. Why you are the woman that has completely ensnared his attention. 

But he feels like he can’t get enough of you.

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To Nightfall

A/N: Welcome back!! It's been a long time coming, but whoo!!! We're here!!! I've completely written this story, but only the first three chapters are edited and polished. Dw, I'll have all chapters perfect for y'all before they're out. For now, please enjoy this first chapter ❤️❤️

Warnings: violence and blood, also no Footloose scene I'M SORRY (Viktor identifies as female in this chapter because I don't want to take away from his coming out)

Word Count: 6384

Chapter 1: Meet the Family

On the twelfth hour of the first day of October 1989, sixteen women around the world gave birth. This was unusual only in the fact that none of these women had been pregnant when the day first began. Sir Reginald Hargreeves, eccentric billionaire and adventurer, resolved to locate and adopt as many of the children as possible--

He got eight of them.

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The Hollow Vows: The Haughty Prince || Royalty!Stephen x Royalty!Reader

Word count: 7K

Genre: Period Drama, Angst, Royalty AU.

Warning: Mild Violence.

A/N: Story has no set/final plot, I'm just going with the flow. Thank you to all the read my stories. I love reading your thoughts so let me know what you want to see next.

PS. NOT PROOF READ <3