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✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐀 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐒 . ( a collection of action prompts. feel free to reverse roles as desired. this prompt will be updated. )
[ REDWOOD ] sender lashes out at receiver when it isn't their fault.
[ WILLOW ] sender embraces receiver in a moment of extreme distress.
[ PINE ] sender fervently resists receiver's attempts to comfort / care for them.
[ BIRCH ] sender finally ends a tense argument by reaching out to apologize.
[ POPLAR ] sender mentors receiver through learning a new skill.
[ PALM ] sender and receiver avoid / ignore the stresses of real life together.
[ ELM ] sender lends receiver aid in a time of urgent need.
[ MAGNOLIA ] sender, believed to be dead, arrives at receiver's door.
[ DOGWOOD ] sender gifts receiver a token of good luck / protection.
[ MULBERRY ] sender and receiver take a long walk through nature together.
[ HAZELNUT ] sender begrudgingly patches up receiver's wounds.
[ CAMPHOR ] sender suddenly pushes receiver out of danger's path.
[ CASHEW ] when they're finally alone, sender invites receiver to dance.
[ LAVENDER ] sender lays their head in receiver's lap and closes their eyes.
[ BEECH ] it comes to light that sender has betrayed receiver.
[ HIBISCUS ] sender invites receiver to go traveling with them.
[ HICKORY ] sender pushes receiver to admit that they need them.
[ MAPLE ] sender shakes receiver's shoulders, begging them to wake up.
[ CHERRY BLOSSOM ] sender revels in receiver's beauty, stunned.
[ JOSHUA ] sender offers receiver a safe place to hide / crash .
[ ASH ] sender and receiver become reacquainted after many years.
[ FIG ] sender, knowing receiver is hungry, pressures them to eat.
[ YEW ] sender beckons for receiver to join them in the water.
[ CYPRESS ] sender shamelessly flirts with receiver.
[ LINDEN ] sender cares for receiver, who took a hit to protect them.
His words made her blush lightly as she couldn’t help but imagine what could their life look like if they married.
“Don’t say those things, Anthony. The woman who shall marry you will be a lucky one. How can one not love you the way you are?” She felt her heart now racing as she just panicked at the idea that she might be busted here. The woman was terrified of breaking something with their friendship, however, her heart was screaming. She looked at him in the eyes, her green hues being now shinny.
As she felt her cheeks burning, Thinya nodded. “I… i believe i need a seat.” She tried to fan herself as she slowly found a bench to sat on. Why was she so terrified to speak the true nature of her feelings?
“I’m fine, don’t worry.” She smiled lightly and just took a deep breath. “I believe I am overwhelmed.”
He grabbed her elbow and helped escort her over to a bench close by. He was not sure what had gotten into her but she looked downright ill, flushed, fever?
"Shall i get your brother?" He asked as he knelt before her, taking her hands in his own.
What would be causing her to be overwhelmed was beyond him. Was it the manner of his pending marriage? Hers? He understood the topic could be quite overwhelming.. but he did not want to cause her distress.
"Im sure your father and your brother will help procure you a proper match." He tried to offer, in case that was the cause of her worries.
"I as well can help ensure you find the right man." He added. There was no way he would let a cad marry his friend. It would simply not be aloud.
"Names hold power, whether that power comes with good or evil is often left to fate." Or the actions of the one that held the name. It was why the goddess had given him her brothers all those years ago before her......death. To remind him that he was more than the great demon Zhu Yan. Not that he mention any of this of course.
Instead he merely turned his attention to the guard that had just arrived, guessing from the subtle differences in his uniform that he was of higher rank then the ones that had thrown them in here in the first place.
Lifting his hand to allow better access to the man, he rubbed at his wrist even as he rose to his feet. Brow arching seconds later when another guard appeared with Lady Danbury. "Oh, Captain! I was just coming to release them. Uh...." the man's gaze flicked to him and then back again, turning bright red. "It would appear that he is a guest.....of....the Queen."
"Ah Lord Zhao, I was informed that you'd run into a bit of trouble last night. It would appear that you weren't alone."
Anthony looked up with a small bit of fear as the Lady Danbury looked down upon him. He knew that his title outranked her substantially... however, Lady Danbury was well known, well respected, and a close companion of the Queen herself. An insult could be a grave mistake.
"What unexpected company you find yourself with Lord Zhao." She added, turning her gaze to the eldest Bridgerton.
"Your brothers are expecting you Viscount." She added, turning on a heel, cane clicking on the stone floor as she headed towards the door.
"The Queen does not like to be kept waiting Lord Zhao!" She called over her shoulder, not bothering to wait for the young man to catch up. With knees as old as hers, he could do the racing to catch her.
He paused in his reading. Gaze remaining on the words for a long moment as she all but crashed around the library. The cool detachment that he normally maintained was beginning to fray until her sudden greeting had his gaze rise. Hues a cutting cold that lacked any sign of warmth as they collided with hers. A clear warning that she not forget to do so again, though it was more in the hopes to just scare her off. Then he could read in peace.
Only it didn't work.
The look that would normally send staff running seemed to be entirely ignored as she turned back to him. Her words causing a muscle to flicker in his jaw before he rolled the scroll shut. "They aren't my staff. If you have an issue, speak to the head of the household staff."
Replacing the scroll on the top shelf, he moved forward until he was standing in front of her, his path blocked by her smaller form. One brow arching as he waited for her to step aside. He may only be a bastard who was given a title because his father had found use for him, but he still held power, at least over the servants and those not of imperial blood. Or at least should.
she could all but taste his ire - something that should have her cowering. In all honesty, on any other day it should. But today? Today was not the day. She had enough of men and she would not let one more intimidate her. No, not today.
"I will take that into consideration." She replied sharply, eyes narrowing as she grabbed the hem of her skirts, bowing swiftly before rising once more. She didnt bother to hide the irritation in her own gaze.
If this man would not help her, she would take matters into her own hands.
"Good day." She added as she turned on her heel and marched out of the great hall.
He couldn't tell if the man had mistaken him for a female or was simply.....odd, but regardless a small life in his lips appeared. "Another new title. I must admit these are both terms I never thought would be used to describe me."
One hand slid behind him, resting at his lower back as the other was held before him, a comfortable position that would appear to others as if he were unguarded. Which in truth he was. From the looks of the man before him, he may be dangerous, but he was clearly human. "You will find few here though who will appreciate being called such things."
He couldn't keep the smile from his lips.
"Ill take my chances." He replied in a sing song voice. Whistling, he continued his walk down the ally way and into the shadows of the evening.
"Good night sweet prince" He called out as the last of his image was swallowed by the night.
"Ill be seeing you."
A shield of red power sprang up between himself and the female as she unleashed a flash of light. One arm rising to shield his eyes, blinking for several moments to clear the spots of light that had blinded him momentarily.
Everything about the female before him had changed. The way she held herself showed a level of confidence that hadn't quite been there before, as if she knew the power that she had and was unafraid to use it. It was a kind of shift that he recognized only because of the looks he'd seen in others' eyes when the malicious energy within him took over his body.
"I've made it a point to know everyone that works here in the Bureau. It's rather late at night for someone who doesn't have bad intentions to be wandering around the back halls. If you were here for help you'd have remained in the front hall." Body relaxed he lifted his hand, pointer and middle finger wrapping as the tips of his fingers began to glow red. Power filling his voice that could not be resisted by any demon, human, or god washing out over her. "Bind."
Instantly, red ropes appeared, tying her up in a manner that would ensure she couldn't escape it.
"Well arnt you cute." She purred.
She felt his magic rise, felt the air thin and warmth swirl around them. Red glowed from his finger and soon warm threads crossed over her body, binding her tight. Sighing almost erotically, she enjoyed for a moment the tight sensation, pulling at her mortals form.
His magic was old... but so was hers.
"You will have to try harder than that darling." she spoke as eyes locked with his.
Sighing once more, white light shimmered around her, dazzling and bright, like a full moon reflecting on the ocean, washing away the bindings that held her as if they were no more than kelp from the sea.
Cupids could not be contained.
She stood free before him, though made no move to attack. She had no plans to. To be honest she really was not sure why she was here in the first place. She had been bound to this human but did not expect to be here.
@dreamingonthedaily said - [ MOUTH ] — sender puts their palm over receiver’s mouth from behind to keep them quiet - From Tommy Shelby
She hadn’t been sure what she’d been witnessing, but her gut said she wasn’t supposed to be there and she moved to stumble back a step. She was going to turn and leave, pretending she never saw anything, but as she stepped back she collided with a solid surface that shouldn’t have been there.
Before she could react her mouth was suddenly covered and she inhaled sharply, somehow managing to keep from screaming. A hand instinctively moved to the hand over her mouth, but she didn’t move to pry it away. She refrained from clawing it and instead twisted her head as best she could to look up at who had grabbed her.
The vantage point was terrible, but she recognized the man above her. Tommy Shelby. She knew of him, had met in passing at the pub when she’d stopped in for a hot meal, but that was as far as her knowledge of him went. Well, sort of. She was aware of the rumors about him and his friends. It was like an open secret.
Shit.
She was in trouble, wasn’t she? Wrong place, wrong time. She swallowed and blinked up at him, doing her best to try to relax and hope for the best as she held onto his arm with both hands now.
He wasted no time, hand firmly over her mouth as his other circled her waist, hoisting her up and back.
He didnt know why he cared... he should have just left her there to her own devices but he couldnt. He had seen her out and about, here and there and fuck if there wasnt something about her that captivated him. She was innocent, oh so innocent and in his world of darkness, that was fucking rare.
Now here she was, watching as his boys blew up the fucking distillery. If they saw her, if the right person saw her, she would be part of this whether or not she wanted to be.
Not bothering to speak, he continued to drag her back and into the closest ally way. Concealed in shadows, he pressed her against the brick wall and spoke.
"You didnt see anything, do you understand me? Not a fucking thing."
He didnt want to bring her into this, he really didnt.
She'd been aware of him of course. Training like hers meant that for one to sneak up on her they needed to be highly trained. Yet she'd noticed that he, while perhaps not trained, seemed to be one with the shadows until he'd revealed himself. As if he were used to remaining in their dark depths rather then stepping out into the light.
Men like that were dangerous.
They were the kind she used to hunt for pleasure in the streets of her home when she was waiting to be sent out on another mission.
So as he poured himself a glass of wine and sat across from her she arched a brow. Sensing that pretending to be some delicate flower would end badly for her with this man she hummed. Lifting her own glass to her lips. "I've never sensed you watching from the shadows at imperial viewings."
Raising her gaze over the lip of her glass she locked it with his for a moment before lowering her cup.
He watched the shift in her, as if she were calculating how she should reply. A chameleon... a dangerous thing, shifty, sly, fun. Oh so fun.
Her brow arching only caused his stomach to turn in the most delicious of ways. He would play with this mouse and if he was lucky, she would bite.
"That is a lie." He finally said, his eyes bright with excitement as he took another sip of his drink.
"You have known i was there all along darling. Thats part of the fun you see. I am there. I am always there and you choose to ignore me just as i choose to stay hidden. Our secret you see?"
He took another sip before continuing.
"You anticipate it after a while, grow comfortable with my ever fleeting presence, there but not there. Close but just far enough away." He shifted in his seat, crossing his legs.
"Just as i have grown used to your presence darling. Always watching, always present. Your closest companion."
"Oh?" One brow arched as he turned his gaze back to the other before flicking it down to the cuffs that held them bound together. It would be easy for him to escape. Normal metal restraints like this had no effect on him at all and this cell was created to contain mortals. The only reason he hadn't was that he'd promised to behave during the trip to this strange world as they hunted a demon that had fled across the seas.
"I was unaware I was chained to someone with such influence." Dipping his head, his tone of voice slightly mischievous he added. "Thank you."
Did this man have no idea who he was? It was rare for someone to not know the Bridgerton name in the Ton... but then again, this man clearly was not from England or any of its neighboring lands... A foreigner in every sense of the word.
"No thanks is needed. Having a proper name can be a blessing as well as a curse." He replied, noting with confusion the mischievousness in the others tone. What was he playing at?
It was then that the Captain on call marched down the hall, keys swinging and jingling with each step he took.
"Brid..." He paused, looking down at the two men, eyes going wide.
"Bridgerton?" He finished the name with more of a quesiton rather than a statement.
"Viscount? This must be a mistake, forgive me."
Moving with urgency, the captain reached forward to undo the cuffs holding the men together.
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He watched the man turn, the elegant grace he displayed and let out a sigh.
"The only people who are as beautiful as you are women where i come from." He replied, not bothering to hide his appreciation for the man before him, nor his feminine and divine qualities.
"Does this enchantress have a name?"
He couldn't tell if the man had mistaken him for a female or was simply.....odd, but regardless a small life in his lips appeared. "Another new title. I must admit these are both terms I never thought would be used to describe me."
One hand slid behind him, resting at his lower back as the other was held before him, a comfortable position that would appear to others as if he were unguarded. Which in truth he was. From the looks of the man before him, he may be dangerous, but he was clearly human. "You will find few here though who will appreciate being called such things."
Her heart skipped a beat when she saw Anthony gab both of her hands. Her cheeks turned slightly redder as she found herself dreaming about a life where she could be his wife. They had both known each other for years now, they were best friends. It was meant to be, at least to her. Her green hues looked at him with all the love she had for the Viscount, a little smile coming across her face.
"You know me. You know how stubborn I am." She laughed lightly and added: "I would rather be a spinster than just marrying a man who wouldn't respect me. I want to marry for love, I want to marry a man I could be my true self with. A man I could laugh with, love with all my heart and.. Just have a beautiful life with him."
She knew that by speaking those words, she was risking something. She knew that perhaps, if Anthony truly heard those words, he would know that she was talking about them.
As she looked at their hands joined, the woman smiled. She loved the way he touched her, held her hands. She wished she could simply vanish in the wild with him and live the life she always dreamed to have.
"I will not settle for less. You know me." She paused before then adding. "I do hope that the woman you choose to marry will know your true value and how lucky she is to be yours."
Her heart almost ached at the simple thought of seeing him marrying another woman than her. Her green hues showed now a certain sadness that she tried to chase away.
She was a beautiful dreamer, Thinya. He knew that she wanted to marry for love and he hoped beyond hope that she would find that, her perfect match.
"I would have pitty on the woman i am to marry. I hear from many sources how insufferable i can be." he replied with a smirk. It was true he was... well... he had a particular way he liked things to be done. He would need to find the perfect woman. One whos countenance was calm, whose attention to detail was keen. One who was educated, talented... and beauty never hurt as well...
It was then that he noticed her cheeks, the flush that seemed to overcome them. Her hands, warm... perhaps a bit too warm...
"My dear, are you alright?" He asked, concern coloring his own features. Was she ill?
The sudden slamming had his gaze rising from his scroll, the motion the only sign that he'd been startled. Attention focusing in on the strange foreigner that had been given a new position within the court by the emperor. Apparently even in his failing last years of life he still wished to do something to be remembered by. Which meant opening their borders to allow trade and other influences in from the West. A choice that few agreed with.
Though he would admit, unlike many others who expected them to learn their language, she was speaking in his own tongue. Her mastery of the complicated nuances of their language was impressive, though the fact that she hadn't even bothered to check to see if he was the person she was irritated with was bothersome.
Returning his gaze back to his scroll he continued to ignore her, seeing no point in bothering to reply to words that clearly weren't actually directed at him.
No movement. Nothing.
This was either the most persistent creep she had ever encountered, or the stupidest one.
Anger raged in her as she gathered up her scrolls and marched them back to their shelves. If he would not leave, then she would. She was tired of these antics and would not pay them any mind.
Moving from shelf to shelf, she didnt try to be dainty, soft, tip toe about as a woman should. Instead, she walked hard, making her presence known. After all, only dainty women were considered attractive and given her current age and situation, she clearly didnt care what the male persuasion thought.
Walking around a corner, she saw one of the princes grabbing his own reading materials. She should have been more polite and addressed him but given her current mood, she tried the best she good.
"Good day my lord." She said a bit curtly and bowed stiffly. It wasnt his fault after all that she was feeling so distressed though she couldnt muster any more conviction than that.
She placed the last of the scrolls away behind him and was going to leave and say nothing... but then again... that was not in her nature either.
"My lord, I must speak to you about the staff."
@dreamingonthedaily continued from here
The Demon Hunting Bureau had refused to take on foreigners thus far to even work as a kitchen maid, thus the sight of one wandering the halls and elaborate half-open areas of their home had him reacting. That and there was something about her scent that was off. Similar to a demon or gods, and yet not. It was something new entirely, which meant until he knew what it was, she was a threat. Especially with several of his found family currently recovering from injuries.
"You're either very brave or very idiotic to come here." His grip on her throat remained firm as he kept her pinned to the wall. "Did the Chongwu Camp send you?"
She couldnt reply.
Her head was pounding as she felt the blood rush to her temples and fear gripped her as she struggled to get any air in at all. Was this man going to kill her? For trying to get some water? What the hell was this?!
Her kicking became frantic and then began to slow as spots clouded her vision. She was going to die...
Just when her heart was sure to give out, she came. Emerging from deep within, the Cupid took control of Lunette. Eyes flashed a deep violet as pure light shot forth, shoving the man before her backwards. A light that would normally blind and shatter a mortal man.
This clearly was no normal man.
"Its rude, you know. Attacking someone with out first knowing who they are..." She spoke. Her voice was firm, rich, deep. A stark contrast from the voice of the woman whos body she now possessed.
@dreamingonthedaily asked: BEHOLD! The PERFECT woman! - from Benoit
"I've been called many things, but I will admit this is a first." Turning around slowly, his long hair shifting slightly in the breeze, he arched one brow at the foreigner. It had become apparent quickly once those from across the seas began to visit that they had even less of a tolerance for demons. Causing many of his kind to flee back to the wilderness behind the protection of the Kun Lun gates. "Is it customary in your culture to call beautiful people woman?"
He watched the man turn, the elegant grace he displayed and let out a sigh.
"The only people who are as beautiful as you are women where i come from." He replied, not bothering to hide his appreciation for the man before him, nor his feminine and divine qualities.
"Does this enchantress have a name?"
