Soooo... it's been a while. Actually it's been two years. So much has changed but I guess I am about to finish this little piece. Not today but because I have to reread all the chapters (I don't remember what happened) but then... I guess I finally found my Muse again.
If you wonder what I'm talking about, its this story: MASTERLIST
Hopefully anyone in this world will still read it...
I got a request for a Luke fic and I had this idea in my head... it’s going to be a new series. I hope you will enjoy it. This first chapter is a bit rusty. I hadn’t write for months so have to get used to it again. I will be better at further chapters. Please don’t let me down after this one. I have great adventures for these two.
Feedback is always much appreciated.
Words: 1000+
Notes: Not proof read yet.
You were a little bit nervous. You liked the idea of this press show. You really did. And you were sure the fans would like it either. But you were nervous to meet the cast of Bridgerton. Which was stupid because they would be lovely. Just as your cast members are. You were sure of that. But still… it felt strange.
It was time. You were perfectly styled, had some precious make up on and your hair were done in nice curls. You had your microphone attached and a nice guy lead you to the room where the interview was going to be. You sat down on the sofa and waited. The cameras rolled already and a voice from behind them asked you, how you felt. “A bit nervous.” You answered with a charming smile. “I really like to know which Bridgerton I get to know first.” You nodded and smiled to the person behind the camera. “So do we. Are you ready?” You chuckled. “Not really, but let’s go.” You smiled again and turned your head to the door where the actor should come through.
It took some seconds but then the door opened and a tall man with chestnut hair walked through it. You stood up and returned his bright smile. With a few strides he crossed the distance between you and when he stood in front of you, you embraced each other. “It’s good to meet you.” “You, too.” You said and let go of him to sit down again. “Do we have to introduce ourselves?” He asked and looked to the production manager, who nodded. He turned his head and looked at you. “Ladies first” he said with a motion of his hand. You rolled your eyes but turned to the camera that had that red light on it. “Hello, my name is (Y/N) and I play Poppy Bridgerton in Rokesby.” You smiled and turned to him. “Hello, my name is Luke Thompson and I play Benedict Bridgerton in Bridgerton.” He smiled and turned his head to look at you. “You are my aunt.” You nodded. “Yeah, somehow. Though I’m your father’s cousin. So…” You shrugged your shoulders. “I don’t know if that counts.” You chuckled and he joined. “I think it does. Edmund’s sisters all married Rokesbys so it doesn’t matter, they are all related.” He waved his hand, and an amused smile was placed on your lips.
You spotted an envelope at the table in front of you. “Is this one for us?” You asked and when somebody said yes trough the button in your ear you picked it up. “Let’s see what’s inside.” With played excitement you opened the envelope which had some cards with questions inside. “A little game.” Luke said and wiggled with his shoulders. You smiled at him and put out the first card. “If Poppy and Benedict have to meet each other, how would that be?” You looked up from the card into Lukes face, your brows a little furrowed. “Hmm…” He made. “I would be in the country. At my cottage.” You said and spined the card in your hand. “Yeah.” Luke agreed. “Poppy and Andrew would travel around and just stay for supper or so.” You nodded. “And Poppy and Sophie would like each other very well. They are both curious and adventurous. They would both tell each other tails of what happened to them, while Andrew and Benedict would talk about… shapes?” You asked and tilted you head. Luke laughed but nodded. “Yeah, they would go on for hours about architecture and art. Each talking of something different.” “Absolutely!” You nodded with a smirk. “Next question.” Luke said after a short pause and took another card from the envelope. “If you could switch characters with one of the other show: Who would you pick?” Luke raised on of his brows as he looked up at you. You sighed and furrowed your brows. “I think… I would go for Hyacinth.” You said and looked back at him with a nod. “You have to say that, don’t you?” He smiled. “We do promote her season her, aren’t we?” You chuckled again. He was right. It was Hyacinth’s season which you promoted but you would have gone for her anyway. “I love her wit, her stubbornness. Her passion about the treasure hunt. It doesn’t matter if it’s her season or not. I would’ve picked her anyway.” You lifted you chin in defeating manner and Luke bowed his head. “Alright. I would choose… That’s difficult.” He said after thinking for some time. His face showed obviously that he was still thinking. “I could go for Edward. Again, the second son. Or Andrew I think he is most likely to Benedict. Nicolas would surely be fun as well…” “You could take the opportunity to be the first son with George.” You suggested. “Yeah… But I think I would go for Papa Bridgerton. Edmund.” “Good choice.” You nodded and smiled at him, taking another card.
You answered some more questions and with every question you and Luke get along better and better. You smiled and laughed; sure, one could say that it was played for the cameras. But you enjoyed his presence very much just as he did. When the cameras were turned off you remained seating. “That was fun.” He said and smiled at you. “It was, yeah. And it’s so nice to finally meet more of ‘the other’ family.” Luke chuckled. “Yeah, it is. There’s this after party tonight, isn’t it? I think Johnny had organized something, so we get know all of us.” You nodded. You had heard about that party and of course had planned to be there. “Yeah, we already talked about it.” “So, you’ll be there?” He smiled a very charming smile and you returned it with a nod. “Of course! How could I miss such a party?” He laughed. “I’ll be glad to see you there.” “Me, too.” You smiled and then stood up. There were some other interviews you had to do. Luke hugged you. A little tighter than the first time. And you inhaled his sent which reminded you of cedar, peppermint, and vanilla. You liked it very much. “See you later.” You smiled. “Bye Luke.” And even though your ways parted for this afternoon, Luke’s sent was imprinted into your mind.
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Oh my goodness. What is going on? The Coming Home Again Masterlist has almost 800 notifications. That’s insane! Also I got some new followers and almost gained 500 which is crazy. Hello to everyone new and thank you for sharing and following. 🥰
Also I realized there’s one chapter and the epilog of Coming Home Again missing. I should finish it. Has anyone some tips for inspiration? Because I know how it should end but I have absolutely no creativity for writing. Some motivation would be kind.
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So, i watched Hawkeye and I became a huge sucker for Laura and her relationship with Clint. I can’t wait to see more of her. In my head I already made up 1.000 storys about her. This is one I wanted to share.
Summary: After everyones back, Clint tells Laure about the Ronin.
Words: 1000+
Note: Not proof read - like always.
The kids were tugged into bed after a usual day at the farmhouse. Well, usual as things were usual these days. Laura and the kids get used to the new circumstances quite quickly. Sure, they have lost five years. And a lot of things had changed in those five years. But it was easier to adopt things when you hadn’t had a chance. Instead, Clint …
He and Laura were sitting in the living room. The dim light from the floor lamp made it cozy and warm while she sat on the couch and read a book just like she used to all these years ago while he was sitting on the floor next to the table, tinkering on some arrows. No, he wasn’t really working on the arrows. His thoughts were somewhere else. Somewhere where he thought a day like today would never happen again. He hadn’t told Laura about the Ronin. Not yet. It has been only a few days they have come back from the blib. They were too busy to arrange their lives. Too busy to process what happened, to Tony, to Natasha. He knew that she knew that he had gone through something worse. And he loved her even more for giving him the time to come up with the topic himself.
And now the time was up, wasn’t it? He was ready to tell her about his worst actions. About his life as Ronin. Was he? It didn’t feel like he was. But he couldn’t hide this part from her any longer. He couldn’t bear it any longer. It was time. “Laura?” He asked without looking up from the arrow twisting in his hands. “Hmm?” She returned still reading her book. He took a deep breath and opened his mouth. But his lips closed the small gap almost immediately. He didn’t know how to say it. If she could read his mind, if he hadn’t had to say it out loud – it would be so much easier.
Laura didn’t seem to notice that her husband was struggling to tell her something. At least she didn’t show if she did. But that was how she was, right? Giving him all the time, all the understanding and all the love he needed. “I… I need to tell you something.” He started. His gaze still fixed on the arrow in his hands, now resting there without any movement. “About the time when…” He swallowed. “When you were gone.” He paused. “Something bad.” He looked up from the arrow to watch her. Her gaze was still resting on the page she read but he couldn’t tell if she was reading or not. Her lips were curled into a smile, it made him feel home. “Something worse than this hair cut?” She joked and finally looked up, still smiling even though she noticed the worry in his face. He sighed and for a short moment the corner of his lips twitched. “I’m gonna get my hair cut. Tomorrow morning.” “Thank heavens.” She murmured and chuckled, shutting the book and placing it next to her on the couch. “What could be worse than it?” She asked being more serious now because she knew this was serious and he needed her.
He sighed looking back at the arrow in his hand and twisting it. “I killed people.” He said no more even though she waited. Because he waited for her to say something, she finally realized. “I know.” She answered. “You did that before as well.” He shook his head. “Not like this. I… I killed them brutally. Just… just for the sake of killing.” He swallowed and looked up at her, placing the arrow on the small table. “I killed people because I couldn’t bear that they are alive and you’re not.” His features tensed in pain while he looked at her trying to find something he didn’t even know he was looking for. She smiled a sad smile and moved her legs down from the couch to bent forward and place on hand on his cheek. “I’m sure these people were bad and somehow deserved it.” Her voice was soft. Too soft. He shook his head. “Honey, you don’t understand. I – the Ronin – I killed without any justice.” Her lips smiled at him; her eyes fixed on his. “I do understand, Clint. But it’s alright. You stopped, right? You stopped the moment –“ “Nat told me there is a way to bring you back.” He finished because she couldn’t know. His gaze dropping from hers, his head shaking. It wasn’t an excuse for anything he had done.
She had to admit that her heart broke at his words. The fact that hadn’t found another way to handle his grief broke her heart. It fitted him but still. She wished he had found another way that wouldn’t be such a burden. She lifted his face, so he had to look at her. “The fact you feel bad about it shows you’re a good man, Clint. It’s been rough five years. You did what you had to do.” She paused and looked him into the eyes. “There’s nothing in this world what could me make love you less. Whatever you did – you will always be worth my love. And not only mine, your kids’ as well. Because there is more to you. You are an Avenger, a marksman, a spy, an assassin, a farmer, a father, a husband, a friend.” She caressed his cheek with her thumb. “You are worth your love, Honey. You are worth your forgiveness.” She looked at him with the most honest look he had ever seen on her face, and he knew she meant it. He would have loved to belief her. He would loved to nod and mean it. He would have loved to let it be just like she did. But he couldn’t, not yet. And she knew that. “It’s okay.” She mumbled and reached her hand for his hair when he laid his head on her lap. “I wish I could.” He mumbled. “I wish I could belief you.” “I know.” She said softly and stroke his hair. “I know, Honey.” She sighed. “You will one day. All you need is time.” She bent down and placed a kiss on his head.
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So, in Age of Ultron Laura Barton says ‘I can feel the difference’ to Clint. And if she turns out to be a biologist as Bobbi/Mockingbird in the comics... that would make so much sense.
Kate, Edmund and Miles had just finished dinner and she couldn't help but notice the looks shared between the two boys. It was not atypical of them to get into mischief together, Edmund leading the way, ordering about and Miles following his brother with utmost devotion. But something was different today, their eyes did not reflect the usual playfulness.
Ed looked at her and asked "Mum, can we sleep with you tonight?"
It was not unusual for them to crash together in the master bedroom with Kate and Anthony. But it felt like she was missing something hearing the way Ed was asking, mature and young at the same time.
"Of course, you can, Ed! Why do you ask?"
Before Ed could respond, Miles replied "Daddy said you'll be afwaid to sleep all alone in bed. We wanna pwotect you, Mommy!"
"Miles!!" Edmund hissed. It was meant to be a secret and Miles had ruined it!
"No, mum..... It's just... we.."
As Edmund struggled to come up with a more 'suitable reason' , Kate couldn't help but think how lucky she was. Her precious boys. They were so much like Anthony. Of course Ed wanted to be like his dad, take up all the responsibilities, be strong and grown-up.
She smiled at Ed and drew him closer to her, giving him a one-armed hug, assuring him that it's all good.
"That's true! You guys would protect me, no? She asked looking at Miles.
"Yes, mummy, we will!" Miles said with a proud grin on his face!
"Okay boys! Go brush your teeth and get ready for bed."
"But mom, aren't we gonna build a pillow fort?" Ed asked tentatively. Pillow fort was a tradition they started when Ed was still a teeny tiny boy and from then, on whenever the boys stayed in their room, they build massive pillow forts, always trying to outdo the previous ones. There was her sweet little boy, back again, Kate thought looking at Ed.
"Of course we're going to build a pillow fort. Bring all your pillows and blankets! We're gonna build the best fort and we'll show Daddy how it's done when he gets back home. "
Ed and Miles scampered, to get to the bathroom first, bumping into each other on the way. Kate stood there and watched her boys. Never in a million years did she ever think that she would fall in love. But here she was, heart bursting with love!
Thank you so much for reading! 🙌
I'm writing (something that is not just dialogues) and posting it for the first time! (and I might be super nervous about it) 😅
Huge shout out to @greenlightbulb-s for encouraging me to write! She's an incredible writer and an awesome human being! Thank you so much! 💜
I know this is rude but I want to see Anthony going to the trauma of Hyacinths birth while Kate gives birth to Edmund. I know Johnny would nail it. And it would fit into Anthony’s recovering process. So please give me that scene in season two. 🙏
Headcanons of Mr. And Mrs. Crabtree finding out Benedict and Sophie got married 🥰
When they received the letter from Mr Bridgerton which said he was getting married, Mrs Crabtree screamed happily, when Mr Crabtree pointed further down the letter pointing out the name of his bride… Mrs Crabtree had to sit down as she felt quite faint.
The Crabtree’s had loved Sophie and Mrs Crabtree had watched Benedict carefully and had seen the way his face lit up when Sophie joined him, and it and even more obvious that Sophie was in love with Mr Bridgerton so she was convinced that this would be a very happy marriage.
Mr Bridgerton had given her a list of things to do and whilst she put her efforts in it, she went overboard getting things suitable for Sophie.
They had plenty of time to prepare as Benedict had said he didn’t expect to back at the cottage until August but the cottage was to be their home.
The drawing room downstairs she converted into an office for Sophie, books ordered and transformed a room for a dressing room.
Mrs Crabtree counted down the days, she remembered some of the favourite foods that Sophie had talked about, the recipes she had read and liked the sound of and had a full menu for a month planned.
Mr Crabtree helped fix the rose bushes and replaced them and had the gardens cleaned and sourced Sophie her own mare and all the riding gear she needed.
They barely slept the night before Mr and Mrs Bridgerton arrived and even though Benedict had told them he wanted the night and everyone not to be there when they got there. Mrs Crabtree couldn’t help but watch when they arrived and the following morning made them a huge welcome home breakfast.
She had expected to find a couple who loved each other but the love and happiness from her employers was a joy to watch every day. The arrivals of the mini masters and mistress made it even better and just completed their perfect lives at My Cottage
"No one should tell themselves that they can't wear a certain thing, because that's just silly. If you want to dress a certain way, or express yourself, you should do it, because it will give you so much more confidence. It'll make you feel so much more yourself. And life is short, so you might as well have fun."
Soooo, we fianlly made it. This is the last chapter. I’ll write an epiloge but then the story is finally finished. I hope you enjoy it. And not just this chpater but the whole story. Much love. 💕
Words: 1800+
Note: Like always, not proof read yet.
Summary: It’s time for ‘The Talk’.
Coming Home Again Masterlist
„Y/N?“ You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. When you turned to the side, you exhaled and opened your eyes to face Daphne with a smile on your lips. “Daphne.” “Are you feeling well?” She asked with a smile on her lips but a little concern was shown on her forehead. “Sure.” You lied and nodded. “It’s just very… hot in the ball room.” You smiled again and she nodded as she stood next to you, looking into the garden. “Yeah, it can be very hot in there.” She smiled and for some seconds both of you watched the night in silence.
“May I offer you an advice my mother gave me once?” Daphne had turned her head to face you. And when you looked back at her the smile was gone and she had a wise look on her face. You felt somehow strange because even though you were older than she was, in this moment you felt like she was far older than you are. But you nodded. “Sure, go ahead.” A small smile grew on her face when she took a deep breath and her eyes seemed almost to explode from love. “All you have to do is marry you dear best friend.” Her smile grew wider and she placed her hand on yours to squeeze it softly. You wanted to say something. But her word irritated you so much that you didn’t understand so you went for: “I beg you-“ That was all you could say when somebody called your name. You and Daphne looked through the open terrace door, both of you hadn’t to. You knew who had called you, you knew the voice very well.
“I leave you alone.” Daphne said, still smiling. She squeezed your hand one more time and then she left. Not without greeting her brother with a little courtesy and a smile. “Sister”, Anthony greeted back but his gaze was fix on you who had turned around to face the garden again. He waited until Daphne was gone and then you could hear him taking a deep breath before clearing his throat. His slow steps on the stone slabs were still audible when he approached you. “Are you alright?” He asked and his voice had a softness you hadn’t heard for days. And you hated it. “I’m perfectly fine.” You snapped, being very busy to watch the dark night in front of you. Your features were still cold as stone while your heart raced. You hated him. Not just because he was doing this to you. But because the way he treated you the last few days. You had been so happy to see him again, to spend time with him. But all you wished for the last days was avoiding him.
The silence between you felt thick and unbearable. But Anthony took all the time to watch you. “Y/N, listen, -“ “No, Anthony. I won’t listen! You don’t have to say anything to calm your mother or mine. This is one of the last evenings I’m here. We’re leaving soon, you don’t have to talk to me, you don’t have to say anything.” Your eyes found a tree that was higher than the ones around it and you keep watching its tip moving in the wind. Everything was far more interesting than Anthony was. Well, you pretended that everything was far more interesting than Anthony was. In truth, you could feel how his features moved. How he clenched his jaw to keep his temper in check, how he half closed his lid to take a breath and calm himself. How he exhaled and pressed his lips together ere he licked them. “Y/N, if you would listen to me, you would know I don’t want you to leave. I can’t live another ten years without you. I can’t let you leave me again. I can’t let you go to France and marry some French men.” He started good, you thought. He almost spoke with his viscount voice but with every word, you could hear his feelings more and more. “I can’t blame you any longer for things I did. For things that happened just in my head. I want you to be with me. Every day, every hour, every second, Y/N. I want to spend my life with you. Just like we did. Like our parents wanted it. I need my best friend.” He paused and swallowed. This must have been very difficult for him but you felt more comfortable with just listen to him than saying something yourself.
“If this means you have to marry Benedict, that’s fine. He’s a good one. He’ll treat you well. Excellent, I may say. And I couldn’t blame my brother for choosing the most marvelous woman I know.” This was when you attention snapped. What was he talking about? Marry Benedict? “Wait, what?” You turned you head to face him and what you saw was far from what you expected to see.
Anthony’s hair was messier than usual. He must have raking his finger trough it a thousand times. His eyes were red as if he was about to cry and his jaw hold some tension, which was awful to watch. He seemed to be… you couldn’t explain how he seemed to be. Just not really Anthony like. But that wasn’t the point, was it? He just told you that if you marry Benedict that would be fine. “I’m not going to marry Benedict!” You said a little too high when you remembered that was why you had turned your head. “But our mothers said you’re about to marry a Bridgerton. Whom else would you marry? Colin and Gregory are too young. And I…” His voice trailed off. He? You waited for him to finish his sentence but he didn’t. “You’re the biggest idiot I know.” You said after some time. One corner of your lips twitching into a little smile. “I am.” He agreed while his lips curled up into a smile as well but it fade away as soon as it came. “The only one left is Benedict.” He said trying to sound as if he wouldn’t care but you clearly heard that he was hurt. You couldn’t make sense why. Of course he had just declared some kind of love for you. But he was talking about his best friend. Not his wife. And then again he said you should marry Benedict. Who became more of best friend the last days than he did.
Your best friend. Daphnes voice came into your head like the sound of a canon. You and Benedict had clicked just like before. Even closer you thought. Had Anthony had the same talk with his mother where she told him to marry ones best friend and that was why he suggested Benedict to you? But then again Benedict was like a brother to you. He had always been with the small age gap you shared. Anthony instead – You close your eyes.
“I won’t marry Benedict!” You exclaimed. “Sure you will if he propose.” Anthony said but you shook your head. “No, I won’t marry Benedict and he won’t propose. Or did he say anything?” Now it was Anthonys part to shake his head. “Good. Because I wouldn’t say yes. This would be ridiculous. It’s the same as if you would marry Daphne.” You looked at him with wide eyes. Anthony was confused you could tell by his expression but he shook his head once more and said: “Well, what I wanted to say is, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for blaming you for leaving me alone. It wasn’t your choice or will. I’m sorry for being jealous on Benedict because you enjoyed you time while we…” He looked down and pressed his lips together and you waited patiently for him to say something more.
He wasn’t used to apologies so much you could tell but it felt somehow nice that he did it anyway. That he realized that something was amiss with the two of you – which was obvious but he tried to fix it. He tried to make you happy again and warmed your heart. “I’m sorry for being an Idiot, Y/N. I’m sorry that I ruined everything by the day you and Benedict together and enjoying yourself so much. That was how we used to be. Benedict was the one who would be left out, not I. It’s stupid and selfish but I hated him in that moment. I want to laugh with you. I want to make you laugh. I want to be responsible for your smile and the glee in your eyes.” He looked up at you and his eyes longed for something you couldn’t tell. But all you could tell was that you could drown yourself in his brown eyes. You didn’t know what happened the last few seconds. But his word touched a spot in your heart that ached since you left England for France. That was all you wished for. All those years you compared every other man to Anthony. You never knew why, you just did it. Whenever you were lonely, you recalled the memories from Aubrey Hall and the time you had spent with him. All these times you wished to laugh with him again. And he wanted it, too.
“If you don’t want to marry Benedict. Would you marry me?” His voice was a whisper and he was close. You didn’t realize that he came closer but he did, he must since his face was mere inches away. But you didn’t care. His eyes had captured yours and you were drowning. Drowning in the honest look he gave you. The promise of friendship, support and love? Whatever it was it made your knees wobbly. Something deep inside of you started to move and you felt a tear dropping from your lashes It took you some time but suddenly you realized what this feeling was, home. It was the first time since you left. It was the first time you felt safe and loved and steady. That something inside of you didn’t start to move. It stopped moving. And finally your soul could rest.
“I do”, you said as another tear dropped from your eyes but a big smile was on your lips. “I do, you idiot!” A happy laugh escaped your lounges and Anthony joined you. “You do?” He asked but his lips were already curled into a smile as well. You nodded. “I do!” You said even louder and chuckled.
There was a pause, his eyes still looking at your face as he licked his lips and suddenly took your hand. “What are you going to do?” You asked when he pulled you with him. As soon as you were close enough, he leaned over to you ear and whispered. “I need to kiss you. Right now.” You smiled at that and followed him into the gardens of Aubrey Hall, just as if you were children all those years before. Except the games you played this night weren’t for children.
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Oh I have just read previous posts and I hope you don’t find me pushy in any way, or like I’m pushing you to write the next chapter, please take your time and write when you want to write. I’ve only have really enjoyed the first eleven chapters and cannot wait for a twelfth 💕
Hello dear, love to hear that. It always makes me smile when I read things like this. I know your ask is months old as well but finally I got my life back together so I have time and creativity to work on the next chapter. It’ll come out soon. Thanks for your support. It means a lot to me. 🥰
Hi I absolutely love your story ‘coming home again’ do you know when the next chapter will be out?, if there is to be another of course, I hope there will be! Can you add me to the tag list if so aswel?
Hey dear, this ask is months old I guess. I was a little absent, I’m sorry. But I’m planning on writing the next chapter soon (perhaps even sooner than one might think.) and I’m very happy you liked it. Thanks for the ask. 🥰
Also, i would love to tag you but this ask is anonymous…
“I am asking you to marry me because I love you,” he said, “because I cannot imagine living my life without you. I want to see your face in the morning, and then at night, and a hundred times in between. I want to grow old with you, I want to laugh with you, and I want to sigh to my friends about how managing you are, all the while secretly knowing I am the luckiest man in town.”