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DIRTYMERCY. WRITTEN BY BECKS.

Hi, hello, & welcome ! I’m Becks ( she / her ), 27, EST. This is a fairly selective & mutuals only multimuse with canon & original characters in fandoms including Bridgerton, DC, & HP ( and more! ) All muses are heavily headcanon based. I love character development & all kinds of plotting -- all my characters are open to aus/crossovers/etc. Please read rules before following!

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Real talk tho, who do you actually miss writing with -- because if I come back to this blog I'm majorly overhauling my muses! I just don't vibe with some of the things rn!

                    alice  moves  closer  from  the  edge  of  the  armrest  ,  where  they  sit  upon  ,  and  slides  smoothly  onto  jasper’s  lap  .  the  sides  of  their  lips  perk  upwards  as  they  nestle  into  his  chest  .  the  tips  of  their  fingers  run  down  his  chest  ,  sometimes  drawing  /  tracing  random  designs  .  ❛  no  .  .  .  it’s  just  different  from  listening  to  edward  talk  to  himself  with  debussy  playing  in  the  background  ,  ❜  alice  chuckles  .  they  shrug  ,  which  they  realise  is  a  very  human  thing  to  do  ,  and  looks  up  at  jasper  with  big  honey  eyes  .  ❛  you  will  be  too  ,  don’t  worry  .  it’s  hard  now  but  it  will  get  better  ─  i’ve  seen  it  .  ❜

[ COMMUNICATOR 08 → COMMUNICATOR 05 ]  you idiots really broke the rover?

[ COMMUNICATOR 08 → COMMUNICATOR 05 ]  okay, tell me what looks wrong.  don’t just say the engine is smoking though or i’ll let you stay stranded.

[ COMMUNICATOR 08 → COMMUNICATOR 05 ]  have you got survival supplies in case i can’t figure out what’s wrong remotely?

      simon  shook  his  head.  “  please  no  pleasantries  here,  "  hand  waving  off  the  invisible  expectation  of  society,  “  simon  would  do  just  fine.  ”  his  voice  is  gently,  as  if  it  were  a  suggestion,  but  it  truly  wasn’t.  he  detested  that  station  he  had  been  left  and  how  the  remnants  of  his  father  remained  in  the  title.  it  was  bitter  and  left  a  bad  taste  in  his  mouth.  most  people  didn’t  understand  that,  and  he  didn’t  let  them.  trying  to  divorce  himself  as  much  as  possible  from  the  former  duke.  simon  looked  down  at  his  own  glass,  taking  a  healthy  sip  before  returning  his  gaze  to  siena.  “  hm,  “  he  mused,  trying  to  discern  why  that  would  be  the  case.  “  perhaps  it’s  the  mark  of  a  true  calling.  ”  he  said.  there  is  a  moment  of  pause  at  the  question,  “  i  have  never  pictured  myself  in  such  a  place.  ”  there  is  a  slight  chuckle  from  simon.  “  i  would  imagine  i  would  be  closer  to  those  singers  you  described  than  yourself.  ”

Even as Beatrice refused, it didn’t sit quite right with Rapunzel.   She often thought that she was just making up for lost time, time lost to the tower.   “I insist, really.”  Corona had been without it’s princess for just short of two decades, and had things been different Rapunzel would have liked to think that she would have been just as friendly.   Just as hospitable, as Beatrice put it.    

In a way Rapunzel thought that it was because she felt guilty, for not having been there during that time.   To make up for it, to extend kindness she was never given nor allowed to give to the world she’d been isolated from but loved so dearly. 

The princess shook her head at the assumption, though there was a laundry list of things she could do to spend her time, she would much rather spend it with people.  To get to know them, as well as learn the country first hand.   Not just attend matters blindly.   “I would much rather spend time with my guests.   If something is truly pressing and important, then of course I’ll tend to it.   But for now they can wait.”

   Tucking her feet, crossed at the ankles, back up under her chair, she conceded with the smallest of sighs. The princess would have her way, apparently, and she could do nothing but accept the request as politely as possible, with a small but gracious smile. “Very well,” she said, dark eyes warm if not remaining still a little guarded, always protective of herself if only for the wellbeing of others. She longed for company, for companionship, but it was always better to keep to the shadows and remove the temptation to form bonds with anyone. “Thank you, your royal highness.”

   Princesses included.

“I fear that one day the house will be quiet with only Anthony and mother left to bargain for his future,” her words were true, a small sigh following closely after. As similar as her and her brother were, it seemed that the cycle of duty in his head and the inspiration mused by his heart always seemed to push him into a routine that never had a result. She wanted nothing more than for each and every one of her siblings to find happiness. “Perhaps we hire a hand to keep his mouth covered at all times. To find happiness with a touch of silence might do him some good-” Daphne teased lowly, head shaking side to side.

considering all of the eccentric decisions she’s witnessed her family make, she’s certain that nothing has or ever will come close to whatever had possessed edward to become so involved with a human girl. and, after all that they’ve been through in the past couple of weeks, she and edward have barely spoken to each other, and her frustration hasn’t dissipated much     though she wishes it was easier to hide. but, such things were impossible with the likes of jasper and edward around. though, it isn’t with jasper where her qualms lie. she pauses at the bottom of the stairs as he greets her. “i didn’t mean to disturb you,” she says, initially avoidant of his question. she’d been moving aimlessly, sorting through her own thoughts and trying to decide what to do with her evening. 

she steps past him, glancing into their stagnant dining room, and her expression mirrors his     her own halfhearted smile. “and, no, not particularly. it’s nothing new, anyway.” though, she figures that jasper may be able to decipher that much. “what is it that you’re reading?”

   He couldn’t read minds, but often his own ability was more truthful than the thoughts that rattled around in one’s head. Emotions, at least, were always real. "Nothing new,” he mused, borrowing her words and returning them to her with a shock of humour. He glanced down to the cover, marking his page with his thumb, and let his eyes flash over the author’s name and title. Heart of Darkness, Joseph Conrad. He’d first read it in an English class about three schools ago, and he hadn’t given it a fair chance that time around -- now that he was free to explore it at his leisure, he was drawn further into it, glancing into its corners and settling in the unsettling feeling it left him with. Slowly, for someone like him his gaze lifted again, leaning his head back against the chair’s headrest so that he could track where she had moved beyond his field of vision. 

a  soft  chuckle  escaped  her  lips  as  she  watched  him  speak.  there  was  something  about  him,  remembering  the  moment  what  caught  her  interest  in  him.  eyes  moved  away  from  his,  looking  across  the  room  where  his  mother  was  standing.  a  polite  nod  followed,  but  attention  quickly  returned  to  him.  ‘’  correct.  ‘’  she  spoke,  a  smile  followed.  there  was  a  slight  surprise  he’d  remembered  her  name,  maybe  the  interest  in  each  other  was  mutual.  HEAD  SLOWLY  CUPPING  TO  THE  RIGHT,  as  she  listened  to  his  words.  ‘’  oh  no.  ‘’  voice  sounded  flirtatious,  as  a  slight  teasing  smile  appeared  upon  her  face.  ‘’  i  wouldn’t  dare  to  make  you  blush  in  front  of  everyone  here.  ‘’  eyes  shoot  away  from  his,  looking  around  for  one  last  time.  deciding  to  leave  this  room  within  a  couple  of  minutes,  alone  or  not.  she  had  enough  of  this  evening,  ready  to  dress  up  for  another  night  like  yesterday.  ‘’  i  have  other  intentions.  ‘’  it’s  not  how  a  lady  is  suppose  to  talk,  but  she  was  nothing  like  those  girls.  stroking  her  dress,  tatia  watched  the  male  one  last  time  before  she  started  moving.  ‘’  care  to  find  out  what?  ‘’

      michael  shrugged  his  shoulders,  focusing  on  taking  another  sip  of  tea. if  she  had  looked  a  little  closer  at  him  she  might  have  seen  the  bruised  knuckles.  or  how  tired  his  whole  body  seemed  to  be  because  his  dreams  were  filled  with  thoughts  of  her.  of  losing  her.  losing  something  that  was  never  his  to  begin  with  and  at  this  point  would  never  be.  he  gave  a  polite  nod  before  setting  his  tea  cup  down  and  leaning  back  into  the  chair.  he  took  a  moment  to  look  out  of  the  window  and  the  sunny  day,  trying  to  avoid  her  gaze.  he  didn’t  want  to  see  the  excitement  that  was  surely  brought  with  the  suitors  attentions.  or  how  her  future  was  blossoming  open  to  new  gardens,  and  new  experiences,  and  he  felt  like  he  might  be  stuck  in  this  hall  forever.  

       he  chuckled,  “  i  think  you’re  just  being  kind.  ”  the  women  of  the  ton  new  the  reputation  he  had  as  a  rake.  although  it  wasn’t  one  he  took  pride  in  at  all,  it  certainly  was  well  known.  his  newfound  title  did  diminish  some  of  the  worry  that  came  with  that,  but  he  was  still  wary  of  the  interest.  “  thought  it  best  that  i  wasn’t  here  to  frighten  away  the  suitors,  ”  he  said,  making  up  the  excuse  as  he  went,  “  you  have  enough  brothers  to  get  that  job  done  already.  ”  truly  he  wasn’t  sure  if  he  could  compose  himself  during  such  shameless  advances.  he  didn’t  want  francesca  to  have  to  endure  that  part  of  him.  michael  looked  up,  eyebrows  drawn  together  as  if  he  is  afraid  he  has  said  something  wrong.  so  when  she  speaks  it  was  a  relief  to  him  that  it  had  instead  been  the  perfect  thing  to  say.  

      there  was  a  timid  nod  before  daring  to  look  upon  her  again.  “  it’s  true  though.  ”  he  said,  reaching  for  the  tea  cup,  as  a  way  to  occupy  his  hands.  “  you  would  enhance  anyone’s  life,  you  certainly  have  with  mine.  ”  he  cleared  his  throat.  perhaps  this  is  the  closest  he  would  ever  get  to  professing  his  true  feelings.  even  the  kind  words  feel  like  a  sort  of  betrayal.  

   She rested her chin against the backs of curled fingers, her elbow propped gently on the arm of her chair. While his gaze went elsewhere, hers was allowed to train on him without being watched by his eyes in return, and that moment’s freedom tempted her too much. Her initial impression from his entry moments ago remained markedly in her mind, and as she studied him, it solidified. He’d always had that slyness to his features, a certain something that made everything he said sound like a secret, tantalizing and delicious. But the softness that she’d found upon their first meeting remained despite the years that had sprawled between then and now. She’d always thought that he looked kind. He had a light in his eyes, in his expressions even when stoic, that she thought would attract most anyone or anything. His reputation, though perhaps a little annoying to her, was reasonably well earned. The merry rake. Sweet and wicked.

   Except now she wanted to kick anyone in the shins who called him that.

   Her eyes rolled openly, unable to hold up much pretence with him. Such behaviour was entirely unbecoming, but being with him was as natural as being with family. Well, he was family. “I have no reason to say anything other than the truth,” Francesca said simply, giving him a rather pointed look at the accusation that she would say anything to him just to be kind. She was not known for exaggerating on anyone’s behalf. She sighed quietly at his remark, considering him for a moment. “Perhaps,” she conceded, though they were all fairly busy with their own lives at this point -- Anthony with all his duties, with his wife and children, and Benedict with the latter two as well. Colin she saw only occasionally -- between his travels and her position at Kilmartin, she’d seen more of him in the last two weeks than she had in years, truly. Her voice floated back in softly. “But you should know that your opinion is significant to me.” Even after all this time.