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Yeeeeep! I didnt get into Arcane until like 3 months ago but I love it sm! I really wanna write jayvik but i need to finish some other projects before i do 😩
Chat, if you’re gonna send me asks or requests please just be super respectful! I had to block someone for low-key harassing me to write something. Like please, we are humans. Not robots…
Warning tags: Protest, f*ck ICE & Fuck Trump, Political topics, a bit of violence.
Word count: 3k-ish
Summary: Chicago is burning—not from fire, but from fear. ICE raids have torn through the city, leaving families shattered. Y/N has been fighting on the frontlines, organizing protests and underground networks to protect undocumented immigrants. What they don’t know is that their cab driver, Jake Lockley, has been working the streets in his own way—gathering intel, passing messages, and keeping a close eye on them.
author’s note: I created this because A) A lot of you guys forget that MCU Moon Knight is Latino. B) He is played by a Latino. C) I said what I said, fuck Trump and ICE. And lastly because as an Afro-Latina, I know both of my communities are I n pain but we are strong. We’ll get through this together. ❤️
The cold Chicago air burned in Y/N’s lungs as they marched, their voice hoarse from chanting. Thousands of people flooded the downtown streets, moving as one mass, fists raised, signs high. The scent of sweat, street food, and the acrid bite of flares filled the night as the energy pulsed through the crowd.
"No more deportations!" The chant rolled over them like a battle cry, defiant and unyielding.
Y/N gripped the strap of their messenger bag tightly, feeling the constant buzz of their phone against their hip—text chains tracking ICE vans, lookout updates from Little Village, emergency contacts in case of arrests. The air crackled with tension, but Y/N had been through this before. They knew how to move, where to be. They also knew that tonight felt different.
Jake Lockley sat in his cab a block away, fingers drumming lightly on the steering wheel as he watched. He had driven them to protests before, never asking for payment, never pressing for details. But this wasn’t just any protest. His sharp eyes scanned the restless sea of people, picking out the ones who didn’t belong—the ones who moved too purposefully, eyes locked on something—or someone.
ICE. Not in riot gear, not making a show of force. These men were hunting. Jake had seen it before, but never this bad. He recognized three of them immediately, plainclothes, stiff postures, trying to blend in. They weren’t here for just anyone. They had names, targets.
And Y/N was one of them.
"Shit," Jake muttered under his breath as he swung open the cab door and stepped into the street.
Y/N felt the shift before they saw it—a ripple in the crowd, something too focused, too intentional. Then, movement. A man in a heavy jacket pushing through the mass of protestors, his gaze locked onto them.
They turned to slip into the crowd, but a hand closed over their wrist. Firm. Official.
"Y/N L/N?" The voice was low, controlled. "You need to come with us."
Their pulse slammed against their ribs. ICE didn’t arrest people at protests. They disappeared them.
Before Y/N could yank their arm free, another hand clamped onto the agent’s wrist—rough, calloused, and unrelenting.
Jake
"Lo siento, amigo," Jake’s voice was thick with his Spanish accent, smooth yet dangerous. "But they’re with me."
With a sharp, brutal movement, he twisted the agent’s arm and sent him sprawling.
Y/N barely had time to react before Jake grabbed their hand and pulled them into motion.
"Move, cariño!"
The crowd blurred around them as they ran, boots slamming against wet pavement. Behind them, shouts rang out—ICE agents barking orders, protestors screaming.
Jake navigated the streets like he had a map in his head. They ducked down an alleyway, slipping past dumpsters and fire escapes. The blue and red flash of sirens flickered against the brick walls, but Jake didn’t slow.
"Where—?" Y/N gasped.
"Shut up and run."
A chain-link fence loomed ahead. Jake leaped first, landing solidly before turning to catch them as they scrambled over.
Behind them, an agent vaulted the fence just as fast.
Jake swore. "Dame paciencia."
Bolting into the street, they nearly collided with a rush of honking cars. Jake weaved through traffic effortlessly, dragging Y/N along with him. Their pulse was a hammer in their ears.
Then he saw it—a delivery bike, abandoned on the curb.
He smirked. "Get on."
Y/N didn’t have time to argue before he hauled them onto the handlebars and pedaled like hell. The city blurred past, ICE agents chasing behind them. A gunshot cracked the air, shattering glass somewhere nearby.
Jake growled, "I hate this city sometimes."
Up ahead—his cab. A sanctuary wrapped in peeling paint and a busted taillight.
But just as they reached it, an agent lunged, tackling Jake off the bike.
Jake hit the pavement hard but was already moving before the agent could pin him. Y/N scrambled back, their breath ragged, as Jake’s expression shifted into something other.
The agent threw a punch. Jake dodged. With terrifying precision, he grabbed the man’s wrist and snapped it back. The agent screamed.
Jake grabbed him by the collar, voice low and venomous. "Dile a tu jefe que esta ciudad no es suya."
Tell your boss this city isn’t his.
Then he slammed the agent’s head into the pavement.
Breathing hard, he turned to Y/N, eyes flashing with something feral. "Get in the damn cab."
They obeyed.
The city blurred past the window, the glow of streetlights casting fleeting shadows across Jake’s face. Neither of them spoke. The only sound was Y/N’s shaky breath and Jake’s fingers drumming against the wheel.
After a long silence, Y/N finally asked, "What the hell was that?"
Jake exhaled sharply. "That was me savin’ your ass. Again."
"You—" They swallowed. "You just took out a federal agent."
A smirk tugged at Jake’s lips. "Did I?"
Y/N turned to him fully now, heart still racing. "You knew they were coming."
Jake nodded. "Yeah."
"Why?"
His jaw clenched. "Because I’ve been watchin’."
Silence filled the cab like thick smoke. Y/N’s fingers curled into their lap. "Are you working for them?"
Jake actually laughed, short and bitter. "No, cariño. I’m working against them."
He glanced at them, dark eyes unreadable. "You think you're the only one fighting this war? I’ve been in this city longer than you have. I see the people they take. The families they rip apart."
His hands tightened around the wheel. "I help where I can. I pass messages. Get people out before the vans roll in. And when I need to, I do worse things."
Y/N’s breath hitched. "And me?"
Jake hesitated. Then, softer, "I couldn’t let them take you."
A lump formed in their throat. They turned to the window, watching the city pass. The people, the lights, the life still fighting to breathe.
Tags/Warnings: 18+, Eventual Smut, Fluff, Falling in Love, Regency Era
Summary: The most interesting match of the season has caught the eye of the ton. The story of Steven Grant falling in love with the Diamond of the Season.
Word Count: 8.2K
A/N: You may notice of shift in writing styles in this piece and it's because I initially wrote this almost 3 years ago haha this is just a warning for that. Also, I think this might be my longest piece to date...I hope you all enjoy! xx
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Dearest Readers,
Even my most dedicated readers will know that this author is prompt to deliver the latest news of society. For those wondering what is in store for this edition, I have the most delightful surprise for you.
Mr. Grant has finally sparked a conversation with several ladies of the ton. One, in which this author believes would be a most auspicious match, was none other than the Diamond of the Season. Although this gentleman has failed to spark any sort of conversation in the past, the laughter heard from the crowd was a delight to any matchmaking mama.
This author wonders if this social season will be much different for the gentleman. One can only assume that Mr. Steven Grant has had a change of mind, and is finally in need of companionship. For now, I shall watch closely to see if any relationship shall develop between this gentleman and one of our most beautiful ladies.
Lady Whistledown’s Society Papers,
30 March 1815
“My God,” Steven gawked as he read the rest of the paper. He was never one for such gossip, however this edition made the man more interested than most. It seemed that one conversation had sparked so much gossip between the ladies of the ton.
Looking over at his reflection, he sees Marc shake his head.
You’re an absolute idiot for reading that shit. He could hear Marc say.
“Well I think it is absolutely interesting how we could be the spark of any sort of scandal.” Steven quipped back.
Scandal? Talking to a lady is hardly a scandal. How about when they find out there are three of us in one body. Marc’s comment made Steven sit back in his chair. He never considered having to actually tell someone of their predicament. Not even the most lovely lady he met at the ball the night before.
Her eyes dazzled as he spoke to her about his travels, and his silly nonsense. When she had finally asked him to dance, he happily gave her his arm. Though, their walk through the garden that same evening ended with hushed goodbyes.
Steven dazed about the rest of the day, wondering if he would ever see his lady again. As interested as he was in her, he never quite asked for her name. A mistake he regretted instantly.
Only a few blocks down, you sat in your drawing room with your family and chatted happily about the night before. Your mama seemed most pleased with the amount of calls you were receiving. However, there was one you wanted most of all.
“Darling, you mustn’t stare off like that. It could be seen as impolite.” Your mother stated as she took another sip of her tea.
“Yes, mama.” You replied, though you couldn't help but wonder if that was something he would find impolite. Even as the both of you spoke the prior evening he often stared into the night sky as if he was in a trance.
You could never forget it though, surely he would find you at the next event, and surely he would be the one to ask you to dance. Of course it was never a guarantee, but the feeling in your stomach told you otherwise.
Continuing on with your day, you attended to the gentlemen calls that intrigued your mother. Most of these men just spoke of their interests and what they would want to see in you. This bored you to death. Of course you were a fantastic listener, but it was feeling just a bit tedious at this point.
Toward midday, when there were no more calls, you made your way to the center of town to enjoy the sights of the people passing by. You were escorted by your family, however it was nice to get some fresh air. You often brought your notebook to study other people’s characteristics. Knowing every sort by name.
While strolling with your family, you notice a man on the other side of the street walking briskly. It wasn’t that you were intentionally staring, but you were a bit curious at the hurried behavior of this gentleman. At closer glance you notice it was him. The man you had been swooning and dreaming about the night before.
As he disappears into a small shop, you tug at your father’s sleeve.
“Papa, What is that shop over there?” You ask, with the motive of manipulating your father to go inside and see. He turns his head in the direction you are pointing and chuckles a bit.
“My darling, that is just a stationary shop. I believe it had just opened up about a week ago. Are you in need of new quills?” He asked.
You nod your head when, in fact, you do not need any more stationary items. All you wanted was to see and perhaps speak to the man you strolled with the night before. Your father tasked your oldest brother to escort you into the shop.
Marc hurried into the shop, checking his whereabouts before stepping inside. They had just received word earlier that day that a special visitor would be arriving later that week. Not that his parents were that special of visitors, it was just that he hated having to share his home with others. Even if it was for an afternoon.
He’s pulled from his thoughts when he hears the bells on the door chime. Usually he’s not too curious about who comes in and out, but something compelled him to look around the stand he was staring at. A gentleman and a young woman step inside the shop. He knew the man, but he couldn’t quite remember where he saw the woman.
Turning his head, he catches a glimpse of Steven in the glass. He’s gawking at her in awe. Oh shit.
“Steven, is that the girl from last night?” Marc said quietly.
She’s a Benette?
Marc looks back quickly to confirm she was indeed standing with Lord Howard Benette, the oldest son of the Benette family.
“What’s the big problem? You’ve hunted with Howard multiple times.”
Yes, but… I didn’t know that was his sister
“I’m gonna go talk to him” Marc said, quickly turning his attention towards the man and his supposed sister. Steven did have a point. He danced with the girl all night anyways. There should be no problem talking him up to the brother.
The two were looking at quills when Marc approached them, the girl seemed surprised but the man was delighted to see the other gentleman.
“Mr. Grant! How delightful to see you. What are you doing here in town?” Howard shook his hand as Marc tried to collect his thoughts.
“I could ask you the same, Benette. It’s not everyday you see the Lord walking around.” Marc tried to mimic Steven’s accent, but it was not very good.
“Yes, well, a family outing is long overdue. Speaking of, Mr. Grant, please meet my sister, y/n.” He brings his attention to the girl standing on his side. When Marc looks over he notices you staring at him with the most wonderstruck eyes.
“Good Afternoon Miss Benette.” Marc smiles softly at you, taking a small bow. You giggle and nod back at him.
“Hello Mr. Grant. Lovely to make your acquaintance.” As you spoke, Marc realized what Steven had seen in you. Why he had fallen head over heels. You really were a lovely sight to behold. Your skin looked soft, your hair was long and pinned up in curls, and you had the sweetest smile.
I know what you’re thinking, and I will accept an apology later.
This comment made Marc smirk. There were times he wished he couldn’t hear Steven (Or Jake for that matter) rambling in their head.
“Lord Benette, I do believe I met your sister last night at the ball. I must insist on a call tomorrow.” Marc said with a smile on his face.
Wait. What? He heard Steven scream in his head. He did exactly what he knew Steven wouldn’t, and now the other had to deal with that.
“Oh that would be a wonderful thing, don’t you agree?” Howard turned his attention towards you and Marc saw the smile spread across your face widen.
“That sounds like a wonderful time. I look forward to your call, Mr. Grant.” With that last comment, you turned and walked out the store. Howard said his goodbye and followed behind you.
A warning would have been nice, yeah? Steven grunted
Marc rushed to buy the stationary he needed and left the store. He couldn’t help giving Steven that small nudge. He needed it anyway. Hopefully, Steven doesn’t fuck it up this time.
Dearest Readers,
It has come to my attention that a flame has been set ablaze. Mister Steven Grant may have begun his courtship with our beloved diamond! How exhilarating this romance must seem, however to the other suitors this will be a very sad moment. It seems that this match, in which I predicted to be the very best, has been the gossip of almost every household of the ton. May we be seeing the bloom of a beautiful proposal, or the raging of a fire that will be sadly blown out by a storm? The answer, dear reader, may surprise you. My watchful eye has been and will always be trained to spot each rise and downfall. That being said, I will continue to watch this romance and update you with the latest thread.
Lady Whistledown’s Society Papers,
1 April, 1815
“Ugh, that woman makes me want to tear my hair out!” You hear your mother say as she sets the paper on the table in front of her.
“What do you mean, Mama?” You hear your older sister say. Looking up from your tea you see your mother waving the paper around.
“This Whistledown woman is exasperating! She either loves this match or she doesn’t! She must make up her mind.” Hearing this comment makes you stand up immediately. Doing so makes everyone in the room turn in your direction.
“I- I must be getting ready. I do believe Mr. Grant said he would call on me around noon.” You turn and leave the room. Once you turned the corner of the hall, you backed against the wall taking a deep breath.
You couldn’t believe that this was finally happening. All thanks to your brother officially introducing him to you. The butterflies you felt in your stomach were very much real. However, you could only hope that he would court you properly.
Making it to your room finally, your lady maid, Emma, helped you pick out a very pretty lavender dress. Your hair was done in curls and pinned up to the latest fashion. When you were fully ready, you had to do the hardest thing of all. Wait.
Not that you were an impatient girl, you were just too excited for Mr. Grant to call on you. Dancing with him at the Masquerade had been the highlight of your evening, and you didn’t want to dance with anyone else after.
You walked back down to the parlor room to show your mother the dress you and Emma had picked out for the gentleman’s call. She looked absolutely delighted when you did a full turn.
“Oh blessed, You truly are the Diamond of the Season.” She raved. “Look how beautiful you are.”
“I truly cannot wait another minute, mama.” You said.
“Patience, my dear, He shall be here soon.” She glanced at the clock on the fireplace mantel. “Your brother shall also be here any minute to chaperone you both.”
You blushed lightly, the rose dusting on your cheeks only enhanced this. This was actually about to happen. You really couldn’t believe it. Sitting down, you waited quietly until your brother came and gave you a talk of what was about to happen.
On the other side of town, Steven paced his office in nervousness. He had never courted a woman before, let alone talked to the most beautiful person he has seen in his life.
Would you stop with the pacing for five minutes? It was Marc, and he sounded very annoyed.
“I just don’t think I can do this” He quivered. “Why did you get me into this mess?”
Because you need to find a wife before we die alone. Marc spat. Or would you rather we never find love?
Steven shook his head. Of course he didn’t want to die alone, without any kids or family of his own.
“What if she doesn’t take the news of all of us well though?” Steven looked in the mirror. He could see Marc’s reflection looking back at him. It wasn’t his usual hard look. Steven could tell he was deep in thought.
He took a look at the golden plate sitting on the shelf and saw Jake staring back at him.
How about we take turns courting her? Jake stated. This made Steven perk up a bit. That could actually work, and Jake never really stepped in unless both he and Marc were having trouble with their thoughts.
Looking back at the plate, Steven saw Marc shrug and nod his head.
“Yeah alright, then, that sounds like it could actually work!” Steven said excitedly. “I could go first and Marc could give it a go, and Jake can if he really feels like it!”
Steven. The time. Marc got his attention.
Steven looked at his pocket watch and realized he needed to get going. He took a deep breath, and left his office. He alerted the staff that he was going out and he would be back later that evening.
As he approached the Benette residence, he could feel the pit of his stomach be set ablaze by the pure excitement of officially courting you.
Once the carriage stopped, he stepped out into the crisp spring air, and made his way towards the door. Stopping to take a deep breath, he knocked three times and waited for the butler to answer.
The door opened and there stood a stout older gentleman awaiting his arrival.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Grant. I believe Lord and Lady Benette have been expecting you.” The old man stepped aside to let Steven in.
Once inside, the older man led him to the entrance of the parlor where everyone had been waiting for his arrival.
“May I introduce, Mr. Steven Grant, here for Miss Benette.” He announced to the room and left hurriedly.
Steven stepped into the door and bowed to everyone in the room.
“Good Morning, Lord and Lady Benette.” He stutterd lightly. “Happy to make your acquaintance.”
Lord Benette stood from his seat and walked over to Steven extending his hand. Steven took and shook his hand firmly.
“Very nice! Very nice handshake, young man!” The gray haired man said. “I admire that about another man, a nice firm handshake shows promise!”
Then Lady Benette stood and walked over to Steven. She smiled at him as he bowed to her and gently grabbed her hand.
“What a gentleman indeed.” She quipped. “You must tell me where you learned such excellent manners.”
“My Governess was one of a kind, my lady.” He chuckled.
Great charm, Steven. Keep it up. Steven could hear Marc say. This really began to boost his confidence.
“Let me go fetch our daughter, she has been waiting all morning for you.” She laughed.
As she left the room, Howard entered and his face brightened at the sight of Steven.
“Grant! Good to see you this morning!” He said then turned to his father. “Father, Steven Grant and I were schoolmates in Brighton!”
“Is that so? Tell me, young man, what did you study and what do you do?” Lord Benette inquired.
“I studied Archaeology, My Lord. I find it absolutely fascinating discovering ancient relics and cities.” He said truthfully. “I am currently a curator at the British Museum in London, sir”
Lord Benette seemed pleased by his answer. Maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea after all. They all continued to talk while they awaited the young lady to arrive.
Once you had entered the room, Steven noticed immediately. He turned fully to face and bowed to you. You curtsied back to him as he made his way towards you. Extending your hand to him and he happily took it and kissed your knuckles.
“Good Afternoon, Miss Benette.” Steven said awfully quiet. He was just taken aback by your beauty.
“Good Afternoon, Mr. Grant.” You replied, a light blush spreading across your face.
After a brief moment of staring at each other. Howard stepped in and cleared his throat.
“We should probably get a move on if we want to catch the Hot Air Balloons taking off.” He stated.
“Ah yes, we probably shall then.” Steven agreed and turned to Lord Benette once more. “It was an honor to meet you sir.”
“Please, this was a pleasure! I shall see you soon, my boy!” He chuckled happily.
Steven held his hand out to you, which you happily took. He helped her into the carriage following after your brother. This was turning out to be an excellent call. Something he never thought once would happen.
The carriage pulled up to the airfield and once Steven had exited the car, he helped you out onto the grassy area. It wasn’t too hot outside, but you definitely feel the sun blazing your skin. Though seeing all the large balloons getting ready to fly took your mind off of the heat.
Your brother and Steven chatted for a bit, and then Howard left to chat with another one of his friends leaving both you and Steven alone for a brief moment.
“Miss Benette, if I may ask, were you excited for this visit today?” Steven asked bluntly. You were honestly a little surprised by the question.
“Yes, very. I did rather fancy being able to see you again after the last ball.” You blushed. You could see him smile at your comment.
“I was eager to see you again, but not knowing your name put me in a very hard predicament.” He replied. What an idiot you were. Of course you forgot to tell this man your name. However, no sense of dwelling on that now.
“Now let me ask you something, Mr. Grant.” You started. “What are things you like to do for fun?”
Now it was finally your turn to learn about him and his background. This excited you. Learning how he was an archaeologist, and how he talked about the ancient Egyptians and Egyptian gods. He was very fascinating.
Once he was done, he asked about you in return. You told him of your hobbies, how many languages you spoke, and how you had always wanted to travel. When the conversation seemed to falter, you saw the gleam in his eyes change slightly.
“Do you speak any other languages?” You ask out of curiosity.
He nodded and cleared his throat.
“I know Spanish, French, and Arabic. It is something I am passionate about.” He said, though you noticed his accent had changed just a bit. It wasn’t enough to concern you though.
You both talked more about his travels and education. You even learned that he had been to Africa on an expedition to find an ancient temple.
“Would you ever take me on an expedition, Mr. Grant?” You asked him and grabbed onto his arm. Once again, his eyes changed at a moment's notice.
“If it is not too dangerous, we can discuss the option to.” He stared and smiled slightly at you.
This was exhilarating to talk about. The potential to travel the world with someone who could very much fall in love with and marry. You glance over and notice that he is staring at you intensely. When he notices you looking back, he smiles and holds out his arm.
You both begin to walk around the field, speaking to the pilots of the Hot Air Balloons. This was the highlight of your day. After a few hours, you both head back to the viewing area to watch them lift off. Howard is there waiting for the both of you, with a big smile spread across his face.
He and Steven spoke about the mechanics on the Balloons and you stood and listened to their conversation. All you could feel at the moment was absolute joy. When it was finally time to go you all headed back to the carriage and went on your way.
You all made it back to your residence, and you began to realize this was the end of your visit. It made you sad to think about. When you all had exited the carriage, it was time to say goodbye. Steven chatted with your brother a bit before turning to you.
“Miss Benette, if I may ask, would you accompany me to the next ball?” He asked. “If that is acceptable with your older brother?”
Howard smiled brightly, “Indeed it is! What do you say to Mr. Grant’s request?” Your brother turned to you questioningly.
“It would be an absolute pleasure, Mr. Grant.” You say as you smile at him. He smiles warmly back at you. And with a tip of his hat, he was gone. It was sad watching him leave, however, now you were truly excited for the ball coming in two days time.
Once you and your brother got back inside, he began to question how the visit went while he was away.
“So! Tell me! You like him, do you not?” He asked playfully.
“Howard! Shh!” You giggled. “It is true. I do have quite a fondness for him.”
“Then it is settled. I will not allow any other man to come between the two of you.” He stated. “I will go speak with him tomorrow about it.”
You smile.”And what of mama and papa?”
“I believe that they already approve of this match.” He said matter of factly.
“Is that so?” You wondered.
You walk back to the parlor, daydreaming of your future with Mr. Steven Grant.
The next few days flew by in the blink of an eye. Before he knew it Steven was standing in a crowded room of people he had barely met, waiting for you to arrive. To say that he was excited was very much an understatement.
Everything was going smoothly. He had spoken to a few of his colleagues and dodged hopeless mamas in search of any man to hand their daughters off to.
Then you finally arrived. Your brother was the one who found him first. Giving Steven a firm pat on the back.
“Good to see you again, Old Friend!” He shouted happily. “How are you feeling tonight?”
“A bit nervous, but I am excited to see where tonight takes us.” Steven replied. “I’m glad we spoke the other day.”
Howard bowed his head. Steven knew that his old friend wanted nothing but the best for them. His sister finally joined them as they were speaking in hushed voices.
“Mr. Grant, lovely to see you again.” You curtsied at him and he bowed back in response.
“Miss Benette, you look absolutely beautiful.” He said in awe, earning a blush that was slowly creeping onto the apples of your cheeks. “Would you care for a dance?”
“I would be delighted.” You reply quickly.
The music started to play softly as Steven took you to the dance floor. In a moment, Marc took over since he was the more coordinating dancer of the lot. He tried to keep their expression soft to mimic Stevens. He concentrated on you as they waltzed around the dance floor with the other patrons of the ball.
He was indeed having fun with you. For the first time, in a very long time, he genuinely smiled. This sparked a flame within Marc as such as the first time you danced with Steven. Now there were two of them falling deeply in love with the woman in front of them.
Once the song ended, they both bowed to each other and smiled. There was definitely a connection between the two people. Marc extended his hand and took you to the balcony. It was quiet and there were barely any people around. She rested her head against his shoulder as they stared at the stars together.
Are you ready for this, mate? Marc heard Steven ask. He took a deep breath and nodded slightly before letting Steven take back over.
Don’t fuck this up. Marc said before Steven began to talk.
“Miss Benette?” Steven asked before pulling away from you. “There is something I need to discuss with you.”
She turned to look at him, a bit confused.
“You can tell me anything, Mr. Grant.” She smiled.
“Well, the truth is, I came out here with you to propose.” He stated. He saw her face light up instantly. “But I do need to tell you the truth about something rather serious.”
He could tell you were confused by the way your eyebrows knitted together. Marc did the same thing when he was confused.
“It’s not the easiest thing to speak of, but I have been going through this ever since I was a child.”
“Steven.” You said softly. This made him look up at you. “Please tell me everything.”
So that’s where he began. He told you about his brother, and his mother. The trauma that he had experienced as a child. And now the moment of truth.
“Oh Steven, that sounds awful, I am so sorry.” You rubbed his arm.
“I just, there is one more thing about it all.” He took a deep breath. “I have two other separate personalities inside of me.”
Now you definitely looked confused.
“I do not understand, what do you mean by that?” You asked.
“I mean, There are two other people inside of this one mind.” He explained softly. “There are technically three of us.”
“You must be jesting.” You giggled.
“Miss Benette, I am being quite serious.” It was Marc who took over. You saw the gleam change in his eyes and then you finally understood.
“Wait, so then if there are three of you in one mind, then are they all called Steven Grant?” You asked quite seriously. You were trying to understand the whole situation, which they understood completely.
“No, Steven Grant is just the main one.” Marc spoke, turning towards you. “My name is Marc, Marc Spector. We just danced in the ballroom together.”
Your mouth was gaped open. You really couldn’t believe what you were witnessing.
“I knew there was something off about your dancing.” You stated. “It didn’t seem like Steven at all.”
“You would be correct about that statement, mi corazón.” The sudden change of voice made you jump.
“And now are you the third one?” You looked at him puzzled.
“Si, the third and final one. Jake Lockely, at your service, princesa.” He bowed at you.
This was all so much for you to take in. You didn’t know where to begin.
“Can I.. Can I speak to Steven?” You asked softly. He nodded and then in a flash you saw Steven’s eyes brighten back into himself.
As he looked into your eyes, he saw the glimpse of tears beginning to form. Without thinking, he brought a hand up to cup your cheek.
“Hey there, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry, but you needed to know.” He tried soothing you. “I didn’t want you to say yes and it be hidden for our entire lives.”
You sniffled as he explained. It did make a lot more sense. Something you always valued was honesty, just like you saw between your own mother and father.
“I accept then.” You announce.
“Pardon?” Steven looked to you in confusion.
“I accept your proposal.” You respond a little more clearly.
“You do?” He asks and you nod. “You do! Oh blessed!”
He takes you by the waist and lifts you into a spin. You giggle in delight as he sets you down.
“On one condition.”
“Anything.” He agrees.
“This must be kept between only us, and you must announce who is speaking until I can figure you all out”
“We accept this condition.”
Dearest Readers,
It seems that my trained eyes were correct. An engagement between this season’s Diamond and Mr. Steven Grant has been officially announced. Though this news comes two weeks later, I am delighted to say this marriage will be held tomorrow in the beautiful garden of the Benette Residency. Those with invitations will be sure to witness a beautiful ceremony, and reception.
Lady Whistledown’s Society Papers
4 May, 1815
You stood on the pedestal as the seamstress added the finishing touches to your wedding dress. The day you had waited for finally arrived. As you took in the intricate details of your gown, a knock on the door interrupted the quiet room. It swung open to reveal your brother, Howard, with a warm smile on his face.
"You look radiant, dear sister," Howard praised as he stepped into the room. "Are you ready for this momentous occasion?"
Turning to him, your eyes glistened with joyful tears. “It still feels like a dream.”
Your brother chuckled softly and approached you, adjusting a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “Well, this dream is about to become a beautiful reality. Steven is a good man, and I have no doubt that he will make you happy.”
As Howard's words sank in, a sense of calm washed over you. You were grateful for your brother's support and understanding. The journey to this moment had been filled with unexpected twists and turns, but here you were, on the brink of a new chapter in your life.
"Yes, he is a good man," you replied, a soft smile playing on your lips. "And I am ready to embark on this new adventure with him."
Howard's eyes gleamed with pride as he took your hands in his. "Remember, no matter what challenges may come your way, you have the strength and resilience to overcome them. And you will always have family who loves you unconditionally."
Tears welled up in your eyes as you embraced your brother. His unwavering support meant the world to you, especially on a day as significant as this. As you pulled away, a knock at the door. You both look up to see your mother standing there.
With a soft smile, your mother entered the room, her eyes filled with tears of joy at the sight of her daughter in her wedding dress. She walked towards you, her steps deliberate yet filled with love and pride.
"My dearest child," she began, her voice trembling. "You look absolutely stunning. I cannot believe how quickly time has passed, and now you are about to start this new chapter of your life."
You embraced your mother, feeling her warmth and love enveloping you. The three of you stood there in a moment of shared happiness and anticipation for the future.
"Mama, Howard," you said, your voice filled with gratitude. "I am so thankful to have both of you by my side today. Your love and support mean everything to me."
As the three of you shared a tender embrace, the sound of distant music and muffled chatter reached your ears. The realization that the ceremony was about to begin spread a wave of excitement through the room.
With a deep breath, you straighten your posture and met the loving gazes of your mother and brother. They offered you reassuring smiles, filling you with a sense of calm.
"It's time," your mother said softly. "Let's make our way to the garden.”
Taking your brother’s arm, you made your way through the corridors of your home. The soft rustle of your gown against the marble floors seemed to echo your heartbeat as it quickened with each step.
As you approached the double doors leading to the garden, they swung open, revealing a breathtaking scene.
The garden was transformed into a fairytale setting, with an array of colorful flowers adorning every corner. The soft scent of roses and lilies mingled in the air, creating an ambiance of pure enchantment. Guests were seated in white chairs, their eyes eagerly awaiting the arrival of the bride.
As you stepped out into the sunlight, a hush fell over the audience. All eyes were on you, the vision of beauty and grace walking down the aisle. Your heart swelled as you locked eyes with Steven at the altar. His eyes filled with love, and for the first time you knew for sure it was Steven.
The gentle melody of a string quartet filled the air as you made your way towards your beloved. Every step felt like a dream, and time seemed to stand still as you reached the end of the aisle.
He looked at you with such tenderness and adoration that tears welled up in your eyes.
Steven extended his hand towards you, a wide smile spreading across his face. Taking his hand in yours, you could barely hear his whisper over the pounding of your heart. “You look absolutely stunning.” His soft voice reaching your ears. “I am the luckiest man in the world to have you as my bride.”
You smile gently to him and whisper back, “And I am the luckiest bride in the world to have you become my husband.”
The officiant began the ceremony, the sounds of nature seemed to join in as well. Birds sang in harmony as you both exchanged vows. The words spoken were filled with love and promises for a future together, a future you and Steven both dreamed of.
When the time came to exchange rings, Steven took your hand in his, his touch sending a wave of warmth through you. The ring slid easily onto your finger, a symbol of his commitment and love for you. Then came your turn to place the ring on his finger, sealing your own vows with a promise of forever.
As the officiant pronounced you husband and wife, cheers erupted from your guests, filling the garden with jubilant energy. Steven pulled you close, his lips meeting yours in a sweet and tender kiss. The electricity of the kiss sent a shiver down your spine. You were disappointed when he finally pulled away.
“Later, my love.” The change in his voice didn’t startle you. Just like you had recognized Steven earlier, you knew this was Marc. You smiled shyly at your husband and nodded.
The reception was a celebration of love and joy, with guests laughing and dancing under the twinkling lights that adorned the garden. You and Steven danced together, your heart overflowing with happiness at the realization of your love for each other.
Nearby, Howard raised his glass for a toast, his voice clear and filled with emotion. "To my dear sister and her charming husband, Steven. May your love continue to grow stronger with each passing day, and may your days be filled with laughter and joy."
The guests echoed their approval with heartfelt cheers, and you felt a surge of gratitude for the love and support that surrounded you. As the evening progressed, you found yourself stealing glances at Steven who seemed to navigate the crowd effortlessly.
He caught your eye from across the room and smiled warmly at you. Making your way through the throng of well-wishers, you finally stood face to face with your new husband.
“We should announce our leave, darling.” He said softly.
You nodded in agreement, feeling a tinge of nervousness about what the future of the night held. As Steven led you through the crowd towards the center of the garden, the guests gradually quieted down, turning their attention towards you both.
Steven raised his glass, the tinkling sound cutting through the murmurs of the crowd. "Friends and family," he began, his voice carrying with warmth. "We want to thank each and every one of you for being here today to witness our union. Your presence has made this day even more special, and we are truly grateful."
You watched as Steven's eyes nervously scanned the faces before him, his gaze finally settling on you with a look that spoke volumes. Clearing his throat lightly, he continued, "As we embark on this journey together as husband and wife, we are filled with hope for a future filled with love, laughter, and shared dreams. We are incredibly blessed to have such wonderful people in our lives.”
There was a round of applause from the guests, their faces beaming with happiness for you and Steven. You felt a swell of emotion in your chest, overwhelmed by the love and support surrounding you on this magical day.
Within those few short moments of saying goodbye to your family, you felt the nerves of traveling across town to your new home to melt away as you and Steven climbed into the carriage.
The carriage ride was a quiet one, with only the sounds of the horses' hooves against the cobblestone streets breaking the silence. You sat close to Steven, feeling the warmth of his presence beside you. His hand found yours, fingers intertwining as if to reassure you.
You couldn't help but steal glances at your husband. The dim light of the lanterns cast a soft glow on his features, highlighting the contours of his face. Steven caught your gaze and offered you a tender smile, his eyes reflecting the love and affection he held for you.
“Is there something on my face, love?” He asks as you continued to stare.
“Oh!” You blush, and look away quickly. “No, nothing of the sort.”
“Were you just admiring?” His voice changed slightly causing you to look back.
You smile, “Of course.”
This caused Marc to chuckle, and reach out to take your hand. Bringing your knuckles to his lips he kisses them softly. There is a small gap of your lips as he does so.
“Will I be spending our first night with you, Marc?”
He seemed a bit surprised that you said his name. However his shock was replaced with a hint of a dark tint in his eyes. “No, my dear, not unless that is your request.”
You giggle, “Maybe another time. I would very much like Steven to be the consummator of this marriage.”
“As you wish.” He smiles, and the softness returns to Steven’s eyes.
“There you are, darling.” You say softly.
The carriage rolls to a stop in front of an elegant townhouse adorned with ivy climbing up its brick exterior. As you step out onto the cobblestone path, Steven's hand reaches out and you take it instinctively.
The door opens, revealing a warmly lit foyer with flickering candlelight casting dancing shadows on the walls. Steven guides you inside, his presence a comforting anchor to your oncoming nerves. In the hallway of the home, a few servants stand and Steven introduces you to each of them. Your new lady’s maid is a small older woman with a gentle smile.
After the brief introductions, he leads you up the staircase to the bedroom you both will be sharing. You felt a slight shake in your hands as you realized what was about to happen. Your mother had explained how the marriage will be sealed on your first night alone. You didn’t want to admit how nervous it made you feel.
As you entered the bedroom, you saw the warm glow of the fireplace. The soft colors and flowers on the bedside table put a bit of ease over you. Steven led you to the edge of the bed, his eyes filled with tenderness and understanding. He could sense your apprehension and paused, giving you a reassuring smile.
“Darling, there is no need to rush anything tonight,” he said softly, his voice soothing you. “We have all the time in the world to explore this new chapter of our lives.”
His words eased some of your tension, and you felt a sense of gratitude for his patience and understanding. Steven moved to stand in front of you, his hands gently cupping your face as he looked into your eyes with unwavering affection.
“You are my partner in every sense of the word,” he murmured, his thumb brushing lightly against your cheek. “I want nothing more than for us to build our relationship on a foundation of love and trust.”
“I…” You begin, but your words fall short.
“What is it, my love?”
“I want to…”
“You want to have me tonight?”
You blush and nod as he finishes what you had been wanting to say. Steven's eyes softened with understanding as he leaned in to press a gentle kiss on your forehead.
“Then it shall be as you wish,” he whispered, his voice filled with tenderness.
He takes your hand and helps you stand. Slowly removing his jacket and vest. You watch as his eyes darkened with lust as he stares at you. A blush forming on your cheeks.
Once he removes his vest, he steps towards you and kisses you softly. Gently cupping your cheeks as if to ground you into the kiss. His touch sent a wave of warmth through you, easing the last of your reservations.
The kiss deepens, igniting a fire within you as Steven’s hands roam your body with a gentle yet possessive urgency. Your heart races as you feel his fingers begin to unbutton the top layer of your dress. As he unbuttons the last part, the soft fabric of your dress falls and pools around your feet.
Steven’s lips trail down your neck, leaving a trail of tingling warmth in their wake. With each layer of clothing shed between you, you feel the urgency of wanting to be closer to him.
Finally, in the flickering light of the fireplace, you stand before each other in all your vulnerability and desire. He stares at you, his eyes roaming your now naked form.
“So beautiful.” He whispers. “A goddess amongst men, and she is in my wake.”
The blush on your cheeks deepen, and he steps closer to you. His hands grab onto your waist and lift you onto the edge of the bed.
“Lay back against the pillows, my love.” He instructs softly.
As you lay back against the soft pillows, Steven’s gaze never leaves yours. His eyes are dark with desire, it was nothing like you had seen before. He leans in to press a trail of kisses along your collarbone, his hands tracing patterns on your skin.
Every touch sends a jolt of electricity through you, igniting a fire deep within your core. Steven’s hands move with purpose, exploring every curve and dip of your body as if committing it to memory. His lips find yours once more in a searing kiss that leaves you breathless and wanting more.
The heat between the both of you is intoxicating. You feel something hard against your thigh and you look down. A blush begins to creep up his face.
“Sorry, I’m a bit too excited.” He mumbles and you smile softly.
“It’s quite alright,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper as you reach down to run your hand along his length.
Steven’s breath hitches at your touch, a low groan escaping his lips as he slowly thrusts against your hand. His eyes search yours, seeking permission and reassurance. You meet his gaze with unwavering trust and desire, silently giving him the consent he seeks.
Without breaking eye contact, Steven positions himself above you and presses the tip of his member against your entrance.
“This might feel a bit uncomfortable, love. I promise to stop if you do not like it.”
You nod and look deep into his eyes. He slowly guides himself inside you, the heat and tightness wrapping around him like a warm embrace. A gasp escapes your lips at the feeling of being joined so intimately with him, a mixture of pleasure and slight discomfort washing over you.
Steven’s movements are slow and gentle, his hands holding onto yours as if to anchor himself in this moment. He whispers sweet words of adoration and reassurance, his eyes never leaving yours as he moves with a careful rhythm that soon becomes a dance of shared passion.
As the initial discomfort fades, waves of pleasure begin to build within you, each thrust sending sparks of ecstasy through your body. The room is filled with the sounds of your mingled gasps and moans.
“Such a good girl.” He praises, causing you to let out a soft moan.
You had never been spoken to like this. It sent waves of pleasure down your spine as he continued to whisper praises into your ear. In this intimate moment, there is only you and Steven, bodies moving together in a sacred union of love and desire.
As the intensity builds, you arch your back and wrap your legs around Steven, pulling him closer. His eyes meet yours, filled with passion and devotion.
"I love you," he hisses, and the words send a shockwave of pleasure through you.
Each word, each thrust, brings you closer to the edge. The pleasure builds and builds until it's almost too much to bear.
“I feel funny.” You moan out.
“I know, darling, let go for me.” He responds quickly.
You don’t understand what he means until the pressure in your lower stomach explodes. You grip Steven’s shoulders, digging your nails into his skin as you cry out his name. Your body shaking with intense pleasure. Steven groans and thrusts one last time as he finds his release, filling you with his warmth and completing the bond between you.
His breath is ragged and heavy against your skin. You are still pulsing around his semi-hard length, causing him to groan. As he pulls out, you gasp at the sudden emptiness within you.
“Are you alright, love?” he asks, concern in his voice.
You smile weakly and nod. “Yes, I am. That was… more intense than I anticipated.”
Steven smiles down at you, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “I’m glad.” He gently kisses your forehead.
As you lay there, basking in the afterglow, Steven's hand strokes your hair while his other arm holds you close to him. For a moment, all is still and calm.
“This is… different.” you murmur, thinking about all that just happened.
“Different” He repeats “A good different, I hope.”
“Of course.”
Silence envelopes the both of you.
“I have never felt this way before.” He admits. “I never thought I would find love like this.”
You turn your head to look up at him. “Because of… your condition?”
He nods, and kisses your forehead. You snuggle closer to him, feeling content and safe in his arms.
“Marc and I were always too scared, too cautious…but then I saw you.” He says softly, ”And you changed our entire perspective.”
You smile, feeling warmed by his words. "I'm glad I could do that for you."
"I love you," Steven whispers into your ear, holding you tighter.
You smile and whisper back, "I love you too."
Both of you doze off to sleep, cradled in each other's arms, content in the knowledge that no matter what the world throws your way, you have each other to lean on. And with that comforting thought, sleep claims you both.
Epilogue
You sit in the large garden of your family’s summer home and watch as your brother and husband play cricket with the rest of the young men on your side of the family. Your hand rests on the swell of your pregnant belly, your first child, which Steven was delighted to find out about.
The sun was setting, casting a warm golden hue over the scene. Your thoughts drifted back to the night you first shared together. The feelings of love and vulnerability still lingered in your heart, wrapping you in a cocoon of cherished memories. But more than that, you felt a sense of gratitude for finding someone who understood and accepted you just as you were.
Steven looked up and caught your gaze, his eyes locking onto yours across the distance. A smile spread across his face as he raised his hand in a silent greeting. You returned the gesture with a warm smile of your own, feeling an intense surge of love for him.
As the men finished up, you waited for Steven to run over to you and help you out of your seat. You both walked back to the house slowly.
“Did you ever think life would come to be like this?” you ask softly.
“Never in a million years, my darling.”
You both stop walking and turn towards each other. “I am excited for the future.” you say.
“So are we.” He says gently and places a hand on your bump. You place your hand gently on top of his, smiling up at him.
Steven leans down, pressing a gentle kiss on your forehead. “I will love you till the end of time, love.”
“My moon.”
“My star.”
And with those sweet words, you both continue walking back to the house. The sun set behind you, casting long shadows on the path ahead as your shared journey continued filled with love and hope.
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