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𖤐.ᐟ ACADEMIC ATTRACTION
college!lipgallagher x richsorority!femalereader
genre: fluff?
word count: 2.2k words
summary: you and lip are academic rivals, it turns out he's staying in the same sorority house as you - and you two cross paths in the worst way possible.
warnings: sexual comments, swearing (it says fuck once), pet names
a/n: the sexual tension here is CRAZYYY
The sorority house bathroom is dimly lit, the fluorescent lights flickering slightly as steam rises from one of the shower stalls. You're already inside, the warm water cascading over you, washing away the stress of the day. You hum softly to yourself, the sound drowned out by the spray of the showerhead.
Suddenly, your gaze shifts to the corner of the stall—and you freeze. There it is. The enormous spider, its spindly legs moving slowly and deliberately, as if taunting you. You let out a blood-curdling scream, your voice echoing through the tiled room and beyond.
Lip is down the hall, engrossed in studying for an upcoming exam —a class where he and you constantly compete for top scores. The scream jolts him upright, and instinct takes over. Without hesitation, he sprints toward the source of the noise, adrenaline pumping.
He bursts through the bathroom door without thinking, stopping abruptly as he sees her, soaking in a wet towel and clutching at the edge of the stall. Recognition dawns, and his expression flickers between concern and awkwardness. “You’re the one who screamed?” he blurts, clearly taken aback.
Your finger trembles as you point at the spider. “Do something!” You yell, your voice laced with both fear and frustration.
“Goddamnit,” he mutters under his breath, quickly assessing the situation. He takes a step forward, his gaze fixed on the spider. It's a big one, and you can see the tension building in his shoulders as he approaches the creature.
"Alright, stay calm. I'll-" His words are cut off as the spider unexpectedly scuttles towards you, causing you to let out another horrified scream.
Lip glances at the spider, rolling his eyes slightly. “Jesus christ, it’s just a tiny house spider. It’s completely harmless.” Despite his apparent indifference, there’s a hint of annoyance in his voice.
He rolls his eyes again, clearly amused at your overreaction. "Alright, fine." He grabs a towel off the rack and nonchalantly smacks the spider into oblivion. "There. It's gone. No need to freak out." He turns back to face you, trying to suppress the half smirk on his face.
You were about to say thanks but, that was when you realized it was Lip Gallagher. You had almost every lecture and class with him. And you hated each others guts. You, rich and privileged and him, from the Southside.
His smirk vanishes. He clearly recognizes you too. You two have been at odds since freshman year, constantly competing for top grades and engaging in petty squabbles. The tension between you is palpable.
"You've got to be kidding me." You shift the towel you were holding. It was completely soaked, considering you grabbed it to wrap yourself when you started screaming.
"I could say the same about you," Lip shoots back, his eyes flickering down to the soaked towel in your shaky hands. The sight of you in your current state, half-naked and clearly rattled, seems to be affecting him more than he would care to admit.
He swallows hard, his gaze locking with yours for a moment. There's an intensity there, a flicker of something else underlying the tension. But then he shakes his head slightly, as if to snap himself out of it.
"Can't even handle a damn spider, eh?" He can't resist the dig, his tone laced with sarcasm. “Some academic you are.”
He narrows his eyes, taking a step towards you. The room feels suddenly smaller, the already-thin air between you crackling with a mix of tension and something else.
"Oh, come on. You can't handle a little competition?" He jabs back, challenging you with a smirk. "Afraid I'll beat you again in Professor Andrews' class?"
"Can you let me put some clothes on before I kick your ass?" You tried to sound tough...but your collier earrings gave you away.
He lets out a scoff, his smirk softening into a slight smirk. "Oh, sure, princess. Wouldn't want you kicking my ass while you're dripping wet." He crosses his arms, his gaze lingering a moment too long on your towel-clad form.
You roll your eyes at him and carefully walk into a toilet stall. You weren't about to change in the regular shower stall.
He snorts, his eyes following you as you disappear into the stall. "Chicest toilet in the house, huh?" he mutters to himself, leaning against the edge of the sink.
As you change, he fidgets with a loose thread on his sleeve. His thoughts are a whirlwind, torn between the satisfaction of seeing you in such a vulnerable position and a growing curiosity about what's hiding under that towel.
He leans against the door nonchalantly, the smirk back on his face. "Maybe I'm hoping to catch another glimpse of you in that towel." He teases, knowing it would irritate you.
His comment causes you to pause for a moment, a flush of heat rising to your cheeks before you manage to respond.
"Dream on," you scoff, finally emerging from the stall, clothed but still damp from the shower.
He lazily pushes off the wall as you walk out, his gaze roaming over you. The sight of you, dressed in silk pajamas.
"Looks like you've recovered from your little spider trauma," he remarks, his tone casual yet mocking. "Back to being the preppy princess, huh?"
"I'm going back to studying, bye." You shuffled past him.
He watches you walk past, his gaze lingering on the way your silk pajamas swish around your hips. A part of him wants to say something, to prolong this little encounter, but he holds back.
As you begin to step out of the bathroom, he calls after you. "Hey, Princess?"
He raises an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Why? Can't handle a little nickname?"
He slowly stalks towards you, closing the distance until he's towering over you. His gaze locks with yours, a challenge in his eyes. "You love it, admit it."
He laughs, watching you walk off, amused by your stubborn determination to end the interaction. But there's something else beneath that smirk, a curiosity he can't quite shake.
As you turn the corner, disappearing from sight, he runs a hand through his tousled hair, a small sigh escaping his lips. Despite everything, he finds himself strangely disappointed that you were gone.
As you make your way back to your room, you feel a strange mix of emotions. The memory of the spider incident combined with the unexpected encounter with Lip swirls through your mind.
The silence of the sorority house wraps around you, broken only by the soft sounds of your footsteps. As you reach your room, you can't help but feel a sense of turmoil, torn between the usual academic rivalry with Lip and a growing intrigue that refuses to fade away.
As you close the door to your room, you lean against it, your mind still replaying the events of the evening. The image of Lip's smirk, his eyes flickering over your damp form wrapped in a towel, refuses to leave your thoughts.
With a sigh, you run your fingers through your damp hair, the silk of your pajamas gliding against your skin. Despite your attempt to dismiss the incident, there was a small flutter of something else, a hint of excitement and anticipation that you couldn't ignore.
You open your textbook, the words swimming in your vision as your mind struggles to concentrate. Despite your efforts, you find yourself rereading the same sentence multiple times, your thoughts stubbornly drifting back to that smirk on Lip's face, the way he had taunted you.
As the hours ticked by, a sharp knock on your door suddenly snapped you out of your focus. Startled, you look up from your textbook, confused about who could possibly be at the door at this hour.
You sigh, irritated that you have to get up and open the door. With a grumble, you make your way to the door and open it, expecting to find one of the sorority sisters.
However, your eyes widen in surprise as you see Lip Gallagher standing on the other side.
Lip leaned nonchalantly against the doorway, a half-smirk on his face. "You're still awake." He drawls, his gaze roaming over your damp hair and silk pajamas.
You cross your arms. "What the fuck do you want?"
He pushed himself off the doorway and sauntered inside, his presence suddenly filling the room. "I have a proposition."
He walked over to your desk, picking up a pen and idly toying with it. His gaze remains fixed on you, studying your expression. "You and I are constantly neck and neck in our classes. Always competing, right?"
You move to sit on your bed. "And?"
He continues to toy with the pen, his gaze drifting towards your bed before returning to your face. "It's tiring, isn't it? Constantly trying to one-up each other. Wouldn't it be better if we just...teamed up?"
The words that came out of his mouth didn't even sound like his own.
You felt the same way. His proposition was unexpected, and it took a moment for you to register it fully. Teaming up? With Lip Gallagher? The guy you had spent so much time and energy trying to one-up?
He could see the incredulity on your face, and he let out a lazy smirk. "Don't look so shocked. Working together is actually a pretty logical solution if you think about it. We could combine our notes, study together. It'll maximize our chances of getting the top spot."
He leans against the edge of your desk, his eyes never leaving yours. "Look, you and I are the two smartest in every goddamn class. We're the only ones who can really keep up with each other. So why not use that to our advantage?"
You thought about it in your head for a few seconds. "Fine." You paused. "But this doesn't make us friends."
He chuckled, amused by your insistence on maintaining some distance. "Oh, I wouldn't dream of it. We're still enemies, princess. This is just a temporary truce for academic benefit."
You nod in agreement. "Glad we're on the same page." You pause and glance at him -he's still looking at you with those eyes. "What?" Your voice had a type of hostility to your voice.
His gaze flicked over your form, his smirk growing. "Oh, nothing. Just admiring the view." His eyes lingered on your silk pajamas for a moment longer, appreciating the way they hugged your curves.
You shook your head at him. "That's not happening." You stated simply. You knew where he was trying to go with this.
He chuckled, a lazy smirk spreading across his face. "Can't even take a little harmless flirting?" He pushed himself off the desk and walked over to the edge of your bed, standing right infront of you.
You looked up at him, shifting your weight on your bed - almost awkwardly. "I hate you."
He chuckled softly, his gaze locked with yours. "The feeling is mutual, princess." Despite his words, his eyes continued to roam over your form, taking in your damp hair and silk pajamas. "But you can't deny there's some kind of chemistry between us."
You rolled your eyes. "No, there isn't." You denied...but was that really true?
He stepped a little bit closer, narrowing the distance between you. "Oh, come on." He scoffed, his gaze fixed on your face. "You can't tell me you haven't felt it. The tension, the thrill of our constant one-upmanship."
He leaned in slightly, his breath ghosting over your cheek. "Tell me you haven't thought about how good it would feel to finally give in to it. Just once."
His words sent a shiver down your spine, and you swallowed hard, your gaze fixed on his face; so close to your own. You hated the way your body reacted to his closeness, the way your heart beat a little faster at his words. His eyes gleamed with a mix of challenge and desire, and you knew in that moment that he knew. He knew the affect he had on you.
"It's just academic rivalry." You said weakly.
He chuckled, an arrogant smirk tugging at his lips. "Is it?" He brought a hand up to your face, gently tucking a strand of damp hair behind your ear. "Or is it something more than that?" His touch was soft, yet possessive at the same time. His nearness was dizzying, and you felt your resolve crumbling.
You grab one of the textbooks off of your bed and shove it into his hands. You got up off your bed, with one of your notebooks in your hand before you moved back to your desk. "I have to study for this test."
He let out a low laugh, catching the textbook in his hands. "Oh, always focused on academics. Can't blame you, though. We both know that's what we do best."
He watched as you moved back to your desk, his eyes roaming over your figure in the silk pajamas once more. "Alright, let's get to studying then." He moved to a nearby chair, taking a seat next to your desk.
You glance at him. You couldn't beleive you were teaming up with him - this was going to be a long night.
He catches your gaze and grins. "Eyes on the book, princess."
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improper night | 2.3k words | high!benedictbridgerton x worried!femalereader 🧸☕you tend to the giggly, starry-eyed artist before his antics draw unwanted attention.
࣪𖤐.ᐟ IMPROPER NIGHT
high!benedictbridgerton x worried!femalereader
genre: fluff, personal favourite.
word count: 2.3k
summary: you tend to the giggly, starry-eyed artist before his antics draw unwanted attention.
warnings: drug usage.
a/n: this is my first fic on the new account!!
The Bridgertons and their family were very close, and they would always spend time with each other. Every other month, they would gather together in the countryside and enjoy the view of Aubrey Hall.
This time, the Sharmas joined the two families. Lady Mary and her daughters, Kate and Edwin, arrive at the manor with the Bridgertons. Your family arrived not too late after the Sharmas.
The families bond together, except for Anthony and Kate, who continuously bicker with each other with disdain.
Benedict was quite anxious because he applied to an art academy, and he went to Colin for help. This ended up in him throwing some unknown powder into his tea, which he found quite disgusting. Colin told him to use little of said powder to help him...relax, but Benedict threw the whole bag in anyway.
Later, the families joined together for dinner, and you noticed that Benedict was acting quite odd. He was giggly and clumsy.
"This room is exceptionally well-lit. Have you noticed, Col? The twinkle of the candles, it is as... It's as if... we sit among the stars." Benedict says, his eyes slightly hazy, that Violet, the mother of the Bridgerton family, was concerned for his... state of mind. Turns out that he got high from the powder that Colin gave him. Benedict reached over for his wine glass, but he tipped it over, the red liquid staining the white tablecloth. He giggles at his mistake, his hands on his face with that cute crooked smile.
You looked at him in confusion, taking small bites of your food as you watched him. You glanced up at the lights, as if they had changed from the last time you had eaten with the Bridgerton family...they hadn't changed. You looked back towards Benedict with an eyebrow raised and a slight whisper in your voice. "Are you quite alright?"
Benedict was snapped out of his thoughts, and he tilted his head to see a curious you. "Me? Oh! Oh yes, yes. I'm...perfectly fine." Benedict responded to you, but his voice gave off the opposite impression of what he was saying. As he sat there, trying to appear normal, Colin leaned in and whispered something in his ear, which made him laugh a little too loud.
You gave the two brothers a stern look. "You two, stop it now!" You shushed them quietly, trying not to draw any attention to the situation.
The two brothers quieted down, though Benedict had difficulty maintaining composure, and he let out a few giggles at your attempt to get them to behave. Colin tried his best not to laugh, but watching his older brother's goofy behaviour was amusing. Despite being told to behave, Benedict couldn't help but find the whole situation funny, and he stifled laughter as he tried to sit properly in his seat.
You glared at Colin, noticing he still seemed...normal. "What did you do?"
Colin realised that you were suspecting him. "What do you mean, 'what did I do'?" He tried to sound innocent, even though it was obvious that he was up to no good. He continued to maintain a straight face, though it was getting increasingly harder as Benedict's goofy behaviour became even more apparent. On the other hand, Benedict was struggling to control his giggles, and he had a hand over his mouth to keep from bursting out in laughter.
You rolled your eyes at Colin, leaning across the table to stay hushed. You made sure your elbows didn't touch the table to remain proper. "I've known you both for years. And I know you did something or-or gave him something."
Colin realised there was no sense in hiding the truth. He sighed. "Okay, fine. I gave him a special powder," he quietly admitted. "It's supposed to help him relax, but he ended up putting the entire damn thing in his tea instead of a little bit. That's why he's acting like this."
You shook your head, glancing between the two brothers. "We need to get him out of here before anyone else notices."
Colin nodded in agreement. "But how?" he whispered. "He's too high to walk on his own. If he stands, he'll probably fall flat on his face."
Benedict, who was listening to their conversation, let out a small giggle, finding the whole situation amusing.
"Well, you've been on all those special adventures. I'm sure you're strong enough to carry him." You stated, matter-of-factly, though you had a bite to your tone. "Besides, you got him into this mess - you need to fix it."
Colin rolled his eyes but knew you had a point. He was responsible for this situation, so it was only fair that he had to fix it. "Fine," he grumbled as he stood up and approached Benedict. "Come on, brother."
Benedict, who was still in his giggly state, stood up as well, though he struggled to keep his balance. "Oh, the room is spinning," he said, a dazed smile on his face.
Violet, from across the room, noticed her two sons were leaving. She seemed like she was interested and about to say something - but you were too quick. You put a gentle hand on the woman's shoulder. "Colin and I are just escorting Benedict out - he said he's not feeling well…too much wine?" You lied on the spot.
Violet, being a mother, was understandably concerned for her son. "Oh, dear. Is he alright?" she asked, a hint of worry in her voice.
Colin interjected quickly. "Yes, Mother, he's fine. Just needed some fresh air." He helped guide Benedict towards the door, his arm around his brother's waist to keep him steady.
You politely excused yourself and quickly hurried off with Colin and Benedict down the hallway.
You, Colin, and the giggling Benedict made your way down the hallway away from the dining room. Colin supported Benedict, making sure he wouldn't trip or stumble. Benedict, in his high state, kept on giggling and looking around with a mixture of amusement and curiosity.
"Whoa," he said, as he looked at his surroundings. "The hallway looks so...so...pretty."
"You think everything looks pretty right now." You grumbled under your breath, holding onto one of Benedict's arms to support him.
Benedict giggled at your remark, finding even your grumbled words amusing. He looked at you with a goofy smile. "You're always so serious," he said, stumbling a little bit. "You could use some of this powder, too. It makes the world look so...so...colorful."
Colin rolled his eyes at Benedict's comment, knowing it was the drugs talking.
"I don't need any sort of...powder." You stated. It wasn't that you were serious all the time - it was more so that you were worried about him.
Benedict let out another burst of giggles at your firm response. "Oh, come on. Live a little." He said, his words slurring slightly. "This powder makes everything so much more...interesting."
Colin intervened, trying to keep the situation under control. "Benedict, please shut up. The more you talk, the more suspicion we'll raise."
You hummed in agreement with Colin. "We're almost to your room, just please - shut. up."
Benedict, still in his giggly state, tried his best to be quiet, but he couldn't help but let out a small snicker. "Alright, alright. I'll be quiet," he said, his voice still tinged with amusement.
As you finally reached his room, Colin guided Benedict inside and helped him sit down on the edge of the bed.
You decided decorum and rules were simply out the window at this point. You slid through the doorway behind Colin and shut the door quietly. "I can't believe you gave him that stuff! Why did you even take it, Benedict?!"
Benedict was sitting on the edge of the bed, still smiling and giggling to himself. Colin, on the other hand, was trying to maintain his composure. "I didn't think he'd use the whole damn bag," he said, running a hand through his hair.
Benedict, still under the influence of the powder, spoke up. "It seemed like a good idea at the time," he said with a shrug. "Everything is so...sparkly."
You rubbed your forehead in annoyance. "Benedict, look at me please." You waved your hand to get his attention. "How about you go to sleep, yes? I'm sure you'll have wonderful dreams." You tried to sound optimistic when in reality you just wanted him to sleep off the drugs.
Benedict, still in his drugged state, looked up at you with hazy eyes. He nodded slowly, a goofy grin on his face. "Yeah, sleep sounds nice," he murmured, his words slurring slightly.
Colin was relieved that you were handling the situation well. "That's probably for the best," he said, nodding in agreement. "He'll be back to normal tomorrow once the drug wears off."
Slightly relieved that he agreed to saying yes to sleep, you sighed. You looked at Benedict, who wasn't even quite on the bed. You threw a pillow under his head. That was the best you could do.
Benedict, still in his giggly, droopy state, flopped onto the pillow that you had placed under his head. He looked up at you with a goofy smile, his eyes heavy with the effects of the powder.
"You're so... so... kind," he murmured, trying to focus his gaze on you. "You're like an angel."
"Alright...just...go to sleep." You didn't know exactly what to say when he called you that.
Benedict let out another small giggle, his head sinking further into the pillow. "Okay, okay. I'll go to sleep...but you'll stay here, won't you?"
Colin, who was still standing nearby, rolled his eyes at Benedict's request. "Seriously?" he muttered under his breath.
"What? No. Absolutely not! I'm not even supposed to be in here at all."
Benedict let out an exaggerated pout, his eyes drooping even further as the drug continued to affect him. "But... I don't want to be alone," he protested with a whine.
Colin gave you a sympathetic look, knowing how difficult it was dealing with a drugged Benedict. "I think it would be best if someone stayed with him until he falls asleep," he said, trying to sound reasonable.
"Well then, you can stay with your brother." You protested quietly.
Colin shot you a look. "Me? Why should I have to stay with him?"
Benedict, in his drugged state, suddenly sat up on the bed, looking at you with pleading eyes. "No, no, no. I want you to stay," he said, reaching out and grasping your arm.
You shook your head again. "That's improper."
Benedict, still holding onto your arm, looked at you with sad eyes. "Please? Just until I fall asleep," he pleaded, his voice sounding almost childlike.
Colin, seeing the situation unfold, rolled his eyes. "Oh, for goodness sake. Just stay with him until he falls asleep. He's acting like a damn child."
"Fine." You stated harshly at Colin. "But if I get found, I'm not covering for you and I'm blaming you for the whole thing."
Colin held his hands up in surrender. "Fair enough. If by some insane miracle you get caught, you can blame me. But I doubt that will happen."
Benedict, still looking at you with pleading eyes, tugged gently on your arm, trying to get you to sit down on the bed next to him.
You looked down at Benedict as Colin left the room. "Um, no. It's bad enough that I'm alone in your room...let alone sitting on your bed."
Benedict let out a melodramatic sigh, his head falling back onto the pillow. "You're so...stubborn," he said, still slurring his words slightly.
He sat up slightly and patted the bed beside him. "Please? Just sit down for a minute."
You sighed and began sitting down at the edge of the bed.
Benedict's face lit up a bit as you finally sat down on the edge of the bed. He shuffled closer to you, still holding onto your arm.
"See? That wasn't so hard," he said, his voice still a little drowsy from the drug.
"Go to sleep."
Benedict, his hand still gripping your arm, let out another small giggle. "But I don't wanna sleep yet..." he protested, his words slurring even more.
He looked up at you with tired eyes, his gaze lingering on your face. "Can we talk first?"
You didn't know what else to do. You couldn't just leave him there - not until he was sleeping. You wanted to make sure he was okay. "What would you like to talk about?"
Benedict thought for a moment, his mind still fuzzy from the drug. He finally spoke up, his hand trailing down to hold onto your hand tightly.
"I don't know...anything. I just want you to talk to me. Your voice is pretty." He said with a small smile.
You smiled slightly in the semi-lit room at his words. "You took the drugs because of your recent applications, right?" You paused. "I remember you said they were supposed to come with news in the next week."
Benedict nodded, his expression a little melancholy.
He fiddled with your hand, his fingers running over the back of it. "But now I wish I hadn't taken so much of it. Everything is all fuzzy and I can't even think straight..."
"That's why you should sleep." You looked down at his hand, which was in yours.
Benedict, still holding onto your hand, let out a small whine. He tilted his head to look at you, his eyes slightly unfocused. "But I don't want to sleep yet. I wanna talk to you more."
He gave your hand a small, drunken squeeze. "You're so pretty..." he murmured, his gaze fixated on your face.
Despite Benedict's earlier protest that he didn't want to sleep yet, the effects of the drugs plus your presence seemed to finally take their toll on him. His grip on your hand loosened, and his eyelids grew heavy.
He let out a low grumble, trying to fight the drug's effect, but sleep was too powerful. His head rolled back onto the pillow, and he was finally asleep, still holding onto your hand
22 - clemencia lesley | bridgerton
face claim: lily james
trigger warnings: any warnings pertaining to the show itself.
pintrest board | spotify playlist
if you change your mind ɞ
take a chance
𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐑
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Throughout her life, Clemencia has become known far and wide for her sharp tongue and her unconventional behavior. People either find her captivating or utterly annoying. But regardless, they whisper her name in halls, and often avoid her in parties. But perhaps one man would find her a breath of fresh air within the ton…
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i'm the first in line, take a chance ♯
honey i'm still free ɞ
take a chance on me
𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋
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𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 :
─ clemencia anne lesley
The name Clemencia has its origins in Latin and Spanish, stemming originally from the Latin adjective "clīmencia," which can be translated to "gentleness" or "mercy." In Spanish, the name Clemencia has carried over a similar meaning and is believed to originate from Saint Clemencia of Aquitaine, who was renowned for her piousness and benevolence during the late fourth century. The name has historically been associated with forgiveness, kindness, and compassion, making it a beautiful choice for those seeking a name that reflects these virtues.
The name Anne is derived from the Hebrew name Hannah, which can be translated to "favor" or "grace." In biblical terms, Hannah was the wife of Elkanah and the mother of Samuel the prophet. Over time, the name Anne evolved as a Christian given name and was widely used during the Middle Ages and beyond. The name Anne is associated with elegance, grace, and femininity. It exudes a sense of refinement and classic beauty. Throughout history, it has remained a popular choice due to its simplicity and timeless appeal.
The name Lesley originates from Scotland and is of Old English, Scottish, and Jewish origin. It is derived from the Old English elements "hleos" meaning "grey" or "sly" and "leah" meaning "meadow." Together, these elements form the original meaning "grey meadow." The name Lesley was traditionally given as a surname to those who lived in or owned land near a grey mead or field. In terms of meaning, Lesley is associated with grey or silvery gray, which can symbolize wisdom, sophistication, and calmness.
𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 :
─ clem
This is just a shortened version of her name.
─ the bluestocking belle
She earned this nickname due to her reputation as a bluestocking, a term used to describe well-read women with wit and unconventional interests. Her wit and sharp tongue often made her a topic of conversation among the Ton, and her tendency to voice her opinions bluntly, even if they contradicted the norms of the aristocracy, earned her the nickname "The Bluestocking Belle". Which of course, was given to her by Lady Whistledown.
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if you need me let me know, gonna be around ♯
if you got no place to go ɞ
if you're feeling down
𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 :
─ january 15 1804
As a Capricorn, she would possess traits such as being ambitious, disciplined, and practical. She would have a serious nature but could have dry wit and a sense of irony. She might be responsible, reliable, and patient, seeking to achieve her goals through practical and determined actions. Her stubbornness and reserved nature will make her a difficult person to understand for most.
As a Garnet birthstone, she would have characteristics such as passion, determination, and strength. She would be fiercely loyal, determined and driven in all her pursuits, often possessing an intense and fiery nature. Her gemstone symbolizes courage and willpower, which can manifest in her strong and tenacious personality. Additionally, Garnets are believed to symbolize prosperity, good health, and wisdom, which aligns well with her characteristics.
As an Earth element, she would possess traits such as being grounded, stable, and logical. She would have a realistic approach to life, seeking material comfort and security. She would be rational, patient, and persistent, sticking with her choices and resisting change unless absolutely necessary. Earth element personalities may appear cool and reserved on the surface, but they are loyal, dependable, and hardworking deep down.
𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 :
─ london, england
London was the epicenter of British culture, fashion, and society, renowned for its grandiose architecture, lush parks, and bustling streets. Clemencia would have been born in a moderately wealthy family, so her upbringing would have been reasonably comfortable with access to many of the amenities and social opportunities of the city. The atmosphere in London at this time was one of elegance and refinement, but also of intrigue and gossip.
𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐒 :
─ english
Considering her English heritage, Clemencia Lesley's origins would predominantly be English. However, given the diversity of London during the 19th century, there could potentially be elements of other nationalities in her family, such as Scottish or Irish. It's common for families to have a mix of ethnic backgrounds, so her ancestors may have been immigrants from these countries, contributing to her unique heritage. But ultimately, her primary roots would be English, given the location and period of her birth.
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if you're all alone when the pretty birds have flown ♯
honey i'm still free, take a chance on me ɞ
gonna do my very best and it ain't no lie
𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄
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𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 :
Clemencia is a petite woman who stands at 5'2" with a slender figure. She is often dressed in simple yet elegant dresses, favoring dark colors such as grey and navy blue. Her face is oval, with high cheekbones and a small but firm chin. Her eyes are a smoky grey-blue, and her hair is a dirty blonde, often styled in a practical but stylish bun, highlighting her sharp and intelligent expression. Despite her simple attire, Clemencia possesses an understated elegance, her gaze and manner often betraying her quick wit and fiery spirit.
𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐎𝐍 :
Clemencia's fashion sense reflects her independent nature. She tends to prefer practical and comfortable clothes rather than the lavish and extravagant gowns that are in fashion among the Ton. She favors dark and neutral colors in her clothing, such as grey, navy blue, and dark green. Her attire is simple yet well-tailored, with minimal decorative embellishments. Clemencia often wears high-collared dresses and practical shoes, focusing more on comfort and practicality rather than fashion trends. Her style is unassuming yet elegant, expressing her independence and disregard for societal expectations.
𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒 :
Clemencia Lesley carries herself with a certain air of confidence and aloofness, her chin held high and her expression often stern and unsmiling. She has a quick mind and a sharp tongue, often speaking bluntly and candidly without regard for social conventions. She is not afraid to voice her opinions, even if they might be unpopular or controversial. Her wit and intelligence are her most defining qualities. Despite her reserved demeanor, those who know her well can see a kind and caring nature beneath her tough exterior. She is fiercely loyal to those she cares about and will defend them without hesitation.
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if you put me to the test, if you let me try ♯
'cause you know i've got ɞ
so much that I wanna do
𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘
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𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒 :
─ intelligent and quick-witted
Clemencia is exceptionally intelligent and has a sharp wit that allows her to hold her own in conversations with anyone.
─ independent and confident
She is fiercely independent and confident in her own abilities and opinions. She doesn’t care about societal conventions and speaks her mind, even if it means going against the norm.
─ loyal and protective
Clemencia is fiercely loyal to those she cares about and will go to great lengths to protect them, always ready to defend them and their honor.
𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒 :
─ 𝖻lunt and tactless
Clemencia is known for her blunt and tactless demeanor, often speaking her mind without filtering her thoughts or considering the feelings of others.
─ stubborn and inflexible
She can be very stubborn and set in her ways, having a hard time changing her opinions or beliefs even when presented with opposing arguments.
─ aloof and reserved
Clemencia tends to come across as aloof and reserved, rarely showing vulnerability or engaging in emotional openness. This can make it difficult for others to truly understand her.
𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒 :
─ reading
As Clemencia Lesley is well-versed in literature, she enjoys spending time reading and devouring books to quench her thirst for knowledge and new ideas. She also enjoys writing, often journaling her thoughts and observations in a diary or scribbling down ideas for stories and novels.
𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒 :
─ accidental honesty
Clemencia has a habit of accidentally telling people off within the Ton, no matter their title or status. This is due to her straightforward nature and tendency to voice her opinions bluntly.
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when i dream i'm alone with you, it's magic ♯
'cause you know i've got ɞ
so much that I wanna do
𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘
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𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒 :
─ intelligent and quick-witted
Clemencia is exceptionally intelligent and has a sharp wit that allows her to hold her own in conversations with anyone.
─ independent and confident
She is fiercely independent and confident in her own abilities and opinions. She doesn’t care about societal conventions and speaks her mind, even if it means going against the norm.
─ loyal and protective
Clemencia is fiercely loyal to those she cares about and will go to great lengths to protect them, always ready to defend them and their honor.
𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒 :
─ 𝖻lunt and tactless
Clemencia is known for her blunt and tactless demeanor, often speaking her mind without filtering her thoughts or considering the feelings of others.
─ stubborn and inflexible
She can be very stubborn and set in her ways, having a hard time changing her opinions or beliefs even when presented with opposing arguments.
─ aloof and reserved
Clemencia tends to come across as aloof and reserved, rarely showing vulnerability or engaging in emotional openness. This can make it difficult for others to truly understand her.
𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒 :
─ reading
As Clemencia Lesley is well-versed in literature, she enjoys spending time reading and devouring books to quench her thirst for knowledge and new ideas. She also enjoys writing, often journaling her thoughts and observations in a diary or scribbling down ideas for stories and novels.
𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒 :
─ accidental honesty
Clemencia has a habit of accidentally telling people off within the Ton, no matter their title or status. This is due to her straightforward nature and tendency to voice her opinions bluntly.
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when i dream i’m alone with you, it’s magic ♯
you want me to leave it there ɞ
afraid of a love affair
𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒
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𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒 :
─ books and literature
Clemencia loves reading and immersing herself in a good book. For her, books are a source of knowledge, inspiration, and an escape from the mundane. She especially enjoys well-written stories with complex characters and intriguing plots.
─ solitude and quiet spaces
Being an introvert, Clemencia values her alone time. She recharges her batteries by escaping into her own thoughts and indulging in quiet activities like reading or gardening.
─ nature
Clemencia finds comfort in the beauty of nature, often escaping to her garden to tend to her plants and escape the bustle of London’s high society.
𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒 :
─ polite society
Clemencia struggles with the superficiality and hypocrisy of high society, often finding herself at odds with the norms and expectations of the Ton.
─ small talk
She dislikes meaningless small talk and social niceties, finding them a waste of time and preferring straightforward and genuine conversations instead.
─ being underestimated
Clemencia is fiercely intelligent and independent, so she dislikes it when others underestimate her abilities or judge her based on her appearance or gender.
𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 :
𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒓 • blue
𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒅 • hearty meal, such as roast beef dinner
𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒍 • cat
𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈 • cello suite no. 1 in g major
𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒕 • claude monet
𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆 • the gardens
𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐑 𝐍𝐎 :
𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒆𝒓 • socially
𝒔𝒎𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒓 • no
𝒇𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒕 • yes
𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 • yes though, she wouldn’t admit it
𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 • yes
𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 • yes
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but i think you know, that i can’t let go ♯
if you change your mind, i'm the first in line ɞ
honey i'm still free, take a chance on me
𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄
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𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 :
─ london, england
Clemencia lives in a modest yet comfortable townhouse in a respectable neighborhood in London. The exterior of the house is a soft beige color, with a quaint front garden filled with a variety of flowers and herbs. The interior of the house is decorated with simple yet elegant furnishings, reflecting her preference for practicality and comfort. The living room is modest but elegant, with comfortable sofas and armchairs and a cozy fireplace. The walls are lined with bookcases filled with volumes of novels, nonfiction and classic literature.
𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 :
─ middle class
Clemencia comes from a moderately wealthy family, neither too rich nor poor. Her family has enough means to afford a comfortable lifestyle, but they are not part of the high society or nobility. They are well-off enough to provide her with a quality education and access to the amenities and opportunities of London. However, they are not exceedingly wealthy and have to work diligently to maintain their status and wealth.
𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐇 :
─ good
Generally, Clemencia has good health. She takes care of herself by eating a balanced diet and engaging in regular exercise, such as walking or gardening. However, she has a tendency to overthink and worry, causing her stress and anxiety. This can sometimes affect her health, making her susceptible to headaches or insomnia.
Despite this, she seldom shows signs of fatigue or sickness, and is generally healthy and robust.
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if you need me, let me know, gonna be around ♯
if you've got no place to go, when you're feeling down ɞ
if you're all alone when the pretty birds have flown
𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄
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𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 :
─ heterosexual
𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 :
As a strong and fiercely independent woman, Clemencia tends to be drawn to partners who respect her intellect and individuality.
She is attracted to confidence and wittiness, and values a partner who can match her wit and intelligence. Her ideal partner is someone who understands and appreciates her independent spirit, and who can balance out her practical nature with a bit of romance and passion. She values trust and loyalty above all, and is looking for a partner who will stand by her side through thick and thin.
𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 :
Clemencia's ideal date would be something simple yet meaningful. She's not big on extravagant gestures or noisy crowds, so she would prefer a quieter, more intimate setting. A date that involves a walk through a quiet park or a picnic by the river would appeal to her. Her ideal date would involve good conversation and genuine connection, without the distractions and superficiality of high society.
She values intelligence and wit, so a date that allows her to engage intellectually and share her thoughts and ideas would be perfect.
𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐍𝐄𝐑 :
Clemencia has had past partners before, but none of them have been serious or lasted long. She is a strong believer in waiting for the right person and has not settled for less. Despite her independent nature, she yearns for a deep and meaningful connection with someone who understands and respects her unique qualities. Her past relationships failed because her partners did not appreciate her intellect and independence. They wanted her to conform to societal norms and expectations, which she refused to do.
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honey i'm still free, take a chance on me #
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