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It’s been a pretty stressful week for me – I’m honestly surprised how much stuff I managed to post nonetheless. However, I’m already behind with the gifsets, plus there’s tons of fanfics sitting in my drafts still. I probably won’t get to post everything, but I will definitely use Monday as a little catch-up day. Due to time zones, I won’t make a finishing post until Monday evening either way.
So this goes for everyone, of course: if there’s still something in your drafts you couldn’t finish in time or if there’s something you planned, but didn’t get around to yet, please feel free to see Monday as the final day. And you can obviously continue to share your works after the week is over too. I will keep checking the tag for about one week (plus I regularly check Siena’s character tag either way) and the AO3 collection will remain open until June 30th 😊
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Today’s prompts are Favorite Line(s)/Dialogue | AU: “What if…?”
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Fandom: Bridgerton
Characters: Siena Rosso, Anthony Bridgerton, Violet Bridgerton, Benedict Bridgerton
Pairing: Anthony/Siena
Rating: T
Words: 3.1k
Summary: Siena was only supposed to stay at a cottage near Aubrey Hall. But suddenly, she finds herself in a game of pall mall with the Bridgerton family.
A/N: For Siena Week 2026 - Day 4: "Clandestine Meeting"
-> You can also read it on AO3
Siena was watching Anthony slowly open his eyes with a smile on her face. When he recognised her, he returned a sleepy smile, muttering, “Good morning.”
“Good morning, my lord.” She brushed through his hair then before leaning closer, giving him a soft kiss. “Slept well?”
“Quite well,” he yawned, stretching his arms as he rolled onto his back. Immediately, his hand reached for the nightstand—yet it was empty.
He turned back to her, the smile gone. “Did you hide my watch again?”
“What an unfounded accusation, my lord,” Siena replied with the attempt at an innocent smirk. He merely raised his brows and she added, “Perhaps I did. Or perhaps I threw it out of the window this time.”
“No you didn’t,” he replied plainly. “You wouldn’t dare.”
He was right. She would not. He might never forgive her for it.
She pushed her hand under the pillow then, handing him his watch with a sigh. “One day you might love me as much as you love that watch.”
He looked at the time, ignoring her comment. “I sadly have to return home soon. We’re all planning to gather for a game of pall mall today.”
“I know,” Siena said with a smile as she reached out her hand, gently brushing across his bare chest. “You’ve been talking about it constantly since I arrived here. Might be a little obsessed, perhaps?”
“It’s important,” he retorted, mildly offended. “It’s about glory and respect.”
Siena suppressed a chuckle. It was all quite sweet, to be honest. This was the first time that he had invited her to join him during his stay at Aubrey Hall. Well, she was not really staying at Aubrey Hall. He had rented a little cottage for her nearby—far away from nosey eyes and ears. But still, it was something. Usually she had spent her summers alone in town.
She leaned closer, kissing him again. When they parted, there was a gentle smile on his face. His fingertips were tracing the shape of her cheekbone as he whispered, “I wish you could come with me. As a good luck charm.”
Siena laughed. “That sounds like I’m a trophy.”
“Well, you are—my biggest trophy.”
“Oh, I’m not,” she retorted with a smirk. “Usually, people present their trophies to the public—not hide them away.” His smile vanished immediately and with a chuckle, Siena added, “I’m joking! As you were, I hope. I’m not really fond of being considered a trophy.”
A small smile reappeared then as he continued looking at her in silence, brushing across her cheeks.
Then, he suddenly said, “I mean … you could join me today, if you want. It’s just my family, after all.”
Siena’s eyes widened. Did he truly mean that? Surely not.
“Maybe another time,” she replied with a smirk, caressing his chest.
He raised his brows, an amused smile on his lips. “Look who’s being a coward.”
“I’m not a coward!” Siena protested. “But I didn’t really plan on meeting your family today. And I also know quite well that you didn’t truly mean it.”
“What if I do mean it?” he asked.
There was that look on his face: a soft smile, but fierce determination in his eyes. She had seen it before—on the day that he had asked her to accompany him to his sister’s ball.
“I love those clandestine meetings we have,” he told her, brushing across her arms. “But … we will always have them; will always have to hide. I don’t want that for the rest of my life. Do you?” he asked. Siena had nothing to reply. “I’m not inviting you to a ball again,” he added. “I’m merely asking you to meet my family. That’s all.”
Siena still felt quite conflicted. Of course, they could keep her visit a secret. It was just his family. But did they wish to have her there as well?
“Are you certain about it?” she asked then.
“I am.”
Siena would lie if she said that she trusted his judgement. But it was his family. If he believed it was fine, then she had nothing to argue against. And she, too, was tired of constantly hiding away. And she had also always been quite curious about his siblings, after hearing all those countless stories.
So eventually, Siena agreed. Though she was still not certain about it.
They got dressed and then left the cottage and entered the carriage.
Siena let out a long breath, realising she felt rather tense. Anthony put an arm around her then, asking, “Are you nervous?”
“What do you think?” Siena retorted.
“It will be fine. I promise,” he told her with a smile.
Siena returned the smile. “Are you trying to calm me or yourself?”
“Both.”
She chuckled, leaning against his shoulder. It was ridiculous. Yet here she was.
Soon, they arrived at Aubrey Hall. After exiting the carriage, Anthony offered her his arm, and Siena gladly took it. She desperately needed him by her side now.
She had already seen the building as she had passed it during her arrival. And even then she had merely thought how preposterously grand it was. Now that she was walking right past it to enter the garden, she could only shake her head with a quiet chuckle. Of course he was so aloof all the time. If she lived in a place like this, she would also have no sense of reality.
It was the exact opposite of her life, however. She had grown up in a small flat with her mother, and without the ability to escape each other. There had been no servants; no fancy garden; no peace or quiet.
She tensed again. Now, she felt even more like an intruder than before. She very clearly did not belong here.
And she noticed that even more when they were walking towards his family.
They were all gathered outside already, and the women were wearing rather nice dresses. Her own was quite plain. Just a simple, red velvet dress. She had not thought much about what to wear, as it was merely a game of pall mall. But apparently, even activities like this required the ladies to wear expensive dresses. Though, those dresses were probably not expensive for them.
As they came closer, the first heads began to turn—and soon, all eyes were on them.
Were they shocked? Confused? Siena did not know. She avoided looking at anyone directly.
“Everyone, this is Miss Siena Rosso,” Anthony introduced her then.
He sounded calm. But as Siena glanced over to him, she could see how his fingers were fumbling with the edges of his coat.
“The soprano?”
It was Daphne—the Duchess—who approached them first.
Siena gave her a smile. “Yes, I am indeed, Your Grace.”
“Oh, I don’t think I ever met an opera singer before!” exclaimed a young girl, who Siena assumed must by Hyacinth.
“She’s a friend of mine,” Anthony told his little sister. “And as she was currently staying nearby, I thought I might invite her to join us today, if that is alright?”
“You’re friends with opera singers?”
This time, it was a boy who had spoken. Gregory, most likely. There was a wary look in his eyes as he stared at Anthony. Apparently, he was not that much of a boy anymore. Unlike his younger sister, he clearly knew what kind of friend Siena was.
“Just one,” Anthony replied.
Siena had to admit that he was doing rather well. He was undoubtedly nervous, yet he managed to hide it. So Siena surely could do the same.
She tried keeping a smile on her face, despite the overwhelming amount of people who were eyeing her curiously. But then, someone else chimed in.
“Well, of course we are all delighted about this rather unexpected addition.”
That was Lady Bridgerton.
Siena stared at her. She was the one person Siena had been most terrified to meet, as she knew quite well that Lady Bridgerton was not too fond of this affair.
There was a small smile on Lady Bridgerton’s face—yet it did not reach her eyes. And unlike her children, who were mostly looking back and forth between then, Lady Bridgerton’s eyes were glued to Siena.
Immediately, Siena looked away.
“Well, a bigger competition merely means a sweeter win,” said one of Anthony’s brothers then. He took a step forward, reaching out his hand with a smile, as he said, “I’m Colin.”
Siena shook his hand as Anthony then began further introductions.
Of course, Siena had known that it was a big family. But seeing them all together was quite different. Growing up, there had only ever been her and her mother. How did Anthony manage to survive in such a grand family? Well, perhaps the size of Aubrey Hall helped. But then again, he was the Viscount.
Now, for the first time, she truly understood what he meant whenever he complained about the struggles of his duty. This was indeed a big responsibility. No wonder he was always so exhausted.
It was not just his family that was present, however. The Duke of Hastings was here as well. Though, essentially, the Duke was now also a part of his family. Yet nonetheless, Anthony skipped him during the introductions and instead said, “Let’s gather everything.”
The two youngest immediately rushed towards the mallets as Anthony called, “And don’t you dare touching my lucky mallet! You will regret it!”
Benedict, Colin, Eloise and Francesca were walking over there more slowly, whispering to each other. Naturally, there must be a lot to discuss. But Siena hoped the game might give them something else to talk about.
Though, did that mean that Siena would be left alone with Lady Bridgerton to watch the game? She dearly hoped not.
She looked back at the remaining people, a forced smile on her face. Then, her eyes met the Duke.
There was a wide, curious grin on his face as he said, “Well, hello again.”
“Again?” Daphne asked, turning to her husband with raised brows.
“We’ve met each other before,” Siena told her then.
That, however, did not help calm her confusion. If anything, she looked quite alarmed.
Well, nothing happened, Siena thought. But she could hardly say that. Even though everyone present was aware of the nature of her and Anthony’s acquaintance, Siena believed it might be best to stick to herself being a friend. Clearly, Anthony preferred that.
“It was not like that,” the Duke told his wife then.
“Well, it kind of was like that,” Anthony retorted then and Siena stared at him, surprised. So apparently, there was no pretence anymore.
“We’ve merely enjoyed a short conversation at White’s last year,” Siena chimed in again, giving the Duchess a reassuring smile. Then, a small smirk appeared on her face as she added, “His Grace promised to visit one of my performances, but he never showed up.”
She glanced at the Duke then who chuckled. “I apologize. Though, considering everything, that might have been a good decision.”
Siena waned to reply something—but was then held back by Lady Bridgerton, interrupting them with a cough. Clearly, she was not too fond of this type of conversation.
“Alright, let’s play,” Anthony stated then, turning to Siena with a smile.
“Me too?” Siena asked, quite shocked.
“Why do you think I asked you to come?” he replied with a grin.
Siena merely shook her head. “I don’t think I’ll be good at this. I don’t even know the rules.”
“I’ll explain them to you, don’t worry.”
Siena stared at him. But there were three other people staring at her as well. And not playing meant that she would be left alone with Lady Bridgerton.
Therefore, she eventually agreed.
He let go of her arm then, walking over to grab his lucky mallet. Siena followed him slowly.
The Duke appeared next to her then, leaning closer as he whispered, “Welcome to the battlefield.”
He chuckled, walking past her as he then yelled, “Hey, Bridgerton! I hope you’re ready to lose!”
Anthony laughed at that. “I hope you got a chance to practise. You were worse than Hyacinth last time.”
Siena had no idea what she had gotten herself into. But she took the mallet Anthony handed her with a sigh, ready to try her best.
Yet as predicted, she was not good. Well, that was an understatement. She was awful. And yes, she was worse than Hyacinth—who had apparently only joined them last year. But at least Hyacinth managed to hit the ball every single time. It was embarrassing.
But it was just not Siena’s thing. Her thing was music and the theatre and poetry and books.
Anthony tried his best to help her. Which was useless. And it only meant that he was falling behind. Siena knew how important this was to him. So now, she did not just feel embarrassed, but guilty as well.
After showing her, step by step, how to do it, he told her with a smile, “See, it’s easy.”
It was not.
“You make it look easy,” Siena retorted. “I just don’t think I’m made for this.”
“Are you giving up?” he asked, raising his brows. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you give up anything before.”
Siena gave him a smile. “I do that quite a lot, actually. Because I know my strengths,” she told him. “And I won’t make a fool out of myself.”
She took a step closer then, putting her hand on his chest, as she said, “Enjoy your game. I know you’ve been looking forward to it. And now, thanks to me, you’re behind everyone else—even your youngest sister.”
He sighed with a nod. “Well, I don’t want to force you. And it was quite sudden, I guess.”
“Sorry to disappoint you. But now, I can act as your good luck charm, like I promised,” she told him with a smirk and he chuckled.
She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before she went to put away her mallet. Then, however, she suddenly realised that Lady Bridgerton was still standing at the side.
Siena could choose to remain where she was, watching the game by herself. But that would be quite rude.
So, she took a deep breath, and then approached Lady Bridgerton with a smile.
“More difficult than it looks, isn’t it?” said Lady Bridgerton.
“Well, I didn’t get a chance to practice,” Siena replied. “And I know how important this is to everyone. I didn’t want to hold anyone back.”
Lady Bridgerton nodded at that. Then, suddenly, she stated, “Quite a coincidence that you were out of town today.”
The tone of her voice left no doubt that Lady Bridgerton was quite aware that this was not a coincidence in any way.
But Siena was willing to play her game of pretence. She was used to it. And so was Lady Bridgerton, undoubtedly.
“Only for a week,” Siena replied. “I will leave again in two days.”
Before Lady Bridgerton could retort anything, Benedict Bridgerton was suddenly walking over to them.
“Benedict!” Lady Bridgerton exclaimed. “Are you already out?”
“Well, it seems like Anthony was quite determined to catch up and so his first decision was to eliminate the competition,” he sighed. “He kicked my ball all across into the woods. And unlike him, I know when to give up. I’m certainly not crawling through the bushes searching for it.” He turned to Siena then with a smile. “I guess you, too, decided that it wasn’t worth it.”
“Well, I didn’t want to keep him from his victory,” Siena replied.
Benedict chuckled at that. “I have to say, I never thought it possible for him to jeopardize his victory by helping someone else. He didn’t even do so for Hyacinth when she joined us last year.”
Siena narrowed her brows with a smirk. “Is that a good things or a bad thing?”
“I don’t know.”
Lady Bridgerton sighed. “I guess we will see.”
Now was that a good thing? Or not?
Siena did not know Lady Bridgerton well enough to judge her. But at least she had not been rude to her. Was there a way for her to accept it? Was there something Siena could do to get her favour?
You’re thinking like a man, trying to receive the parents approval to marry a lady, Siena told herself. But she knew how much Anthony loved his mother. If there was something she could do, she obviously had to take that opportunity.
But not today.
Thankfully, Benedict’s presence allowed for Lady Bridgerton to mostly converse with her son. And soon, they were all excitedly watching the game, commenting on what was happening in front of them.
The youngest were struggling—as was the Duke of Hastings. Francesca did not seem determined enough. Eloise was determined, but also easily distracted. Perhaps, she simply did not care as much as the others. Anthony tried catching up, yet it was no use.
In the end, it came down to the Duchess and Colin—and Daphne Bridgerton was eventually the one winning the family’s glory.
They all went to gather for tea then as Siena stayed back, waiting for Anthony.
“I’m sorry you didn’t win,” she told him with a smile.
“It’s alright,” he replied. Then, he bit his lips, before saying, “I hope my brother was nice to you.”
“He was,” Siena said before narrowing her brows, adding, “Though, it was quite rude what you did to him.”
“That’s the game,” he chuckled. “But also, he asked me to do it.”
“Why?” Siena asked surprised. It did not sound like that earlier.
“Well … I saw you talking to my mother, all on your own,” Anthony explained, taking her into his arms. “So I told him that I might forfeit the game to join you. He then offered to do it for me—to kick his ball into the woods, so he will have a reason to leave.”
“So you sent your brother to rescue me?”
“Did you not need the rescue?”
Siena chuckled, biting her lips. “Well … perhaps I did, in a way.”
“My mother didn’t say anything bad, did she?” he asked then, his smile vanishing.
“No,” Siena replied, shaking her head. “Just … well, it was obvious she didn’t like me being here.”
Now, the smile returned to Anthony’s face. He brushed along her arms, saying, “My mother is a kind woman. She would never treat you badly. I’m the one who will have to hear about all this later,” he added with a smirk. “Come on, let’s join them all for tea,” he said then. “And afterwards, we can practice a little. So you will be prepared for the next time.”
Siena raised her brows in surprise. “There will be a next time?”
For the Siena Rosso Appreciation Week 2026, Day Five Prompt: Outsider POV
Because who doesn't love a good wedding? Also, Benedict is there because of course he would be.
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Nothing much ever happened in this part of the West Country. That's what the Reverend Thomas Chalmers had always told himself.
He'd been vicar of the quiet parish of St Margaret’s in Little Harrington for the past five years. Those five years had been filled with services and sermons. Not to mention more than a few marriages. But none quite like this. For today’s wedding was something rather out of the ordinary.
Before him stands Viscount Bridgerton and his younger brother and best man, the heir apparent.
The Viscount has a look of serious intent on his face. A look that the Reverend Chalmers has seen on many a groom’s face over the years.
When the request had arrived a couple of weeks prior, to be married by licence and not by the usual banns, from a mysterious Viscount Bridgerton, the Reverend Chalmers had thought it a typical rushed licence job. Hardly unusual for the aristocracy. They do so like to keep things private and avoid public reading of the banns if they can.
What had been a little strange was that neither the Viscount nor his proposed bride seemed to have any connection to Little Harrington. The vicar pondered why they would pick a church like his in a backwater like this. Perhaps the couple were trying to avoid a scandal? Most likely a babe was on the way already and they needed to rush things along for the sake of propriety.
It wasn’t until the Reverend Chalmers met the bride half an hour ago, to go through the final pre-marriage paperwork that he landed on a theory about why this wedding was happening here in his church today.
Just as the vicar is musing on his theory, the bride appears. She makes her way down the aisle with a small posy in her hands. The morning light streaming through the stained glass window casts a warm halo glow behind her.
The groom and his best man hear the bride’s footsteps coming up behind them.
A playful nudge from the best man to his brother. “Here she is, Anthony.”
The Viscount inclines his head very slightly towards his brother. “I know. But thank you.”
There isn’t time for anyone to say anything else before the bride stops at the altar.
The Viscount turns around to meet her. “Siena, you look beautiful.”
The couple exchange some private words, too quiet for the vicar to hear, before turning to face him.
“Dearly beloved,” the vicar intones. And, with that, the marriage service begins.
When the bride recites her vows, that’s one of the biggest clues for the vicar’s theory. She’s definitely not aristocracy, not upper class or even gentry.
The other clue is how the bride carries herself with the confidence of a performer. So this doesn’t seem like a case of a lord marrying his maid.
If the vicar were a betting man, and as a man of the cloth he is most certainly not that thank you very much, he would wager that the bride is in fact the Viscount’s mistress. Perhaps a lady of the stage, an actress or a dancer or an opera singer. That would explain the secrecy and the licence and all the rest of it.
Not that it’s really the vicar’s business, he reminds himself. It wouldn’t do for him to pry. He’s here as a man of the cloth and he was ordained to conduct the holy rite of matrimony, not start speculating on the whys and the wherefores of anyone’s business. Nowhere in the bible or the canon law does it say that anything happening here today in this church is forbidden.
And anyway, the Viscount would hardly be the first aristocrat to actually marry his mistress. True, it was rare but one did hear of such cases from time to time. He had never thought he would be the one to officiate such vows, however.
Before the vicar knows it, he’s pronouncing the couple man and wife and another marriage ceremony is complete. Yes, those whom God hath joined together let no man put asunder.
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For the Siena Rosso Appreciation Week 2026, Day One Prompt: Childhood
"And if a house be divided against itself, that house cannot stand," Sarah read haltingly.
Somewhere outside the vicarage, a dray cart on its way to the docks clattered by and a horse neighed.
But Sarah gave it no mind. Instead, she was really focused on reading this passage just right. She kept going until the end of the chapter. "For whosoever shall do the will of God, the same is my brother, and my sister, and mother," she finished.
"Very good, Sarah," Mrs Wenders said.
Sarah gave a small smile. The words were still new to her and it had only been a couple of months ago that she had finished learning how to recite the alphabet. These Saturday lessons with the vicar’s wife were her only opportunity to learn to read and Sarah was intent on seizing the opportunity with both hands.
It had all begun one spring Sunday morning, when Sarah had been milling about in the back of St Anne’s after Holy Communion had finished. Anything to do to get away from being roped into looking after another baby or cleaning another pot back at home. No one was really expected to be in the church at that time of day and no one from Sarah’s street stepped foot in here, aside from when there was a christening, wedding or funeral. Holy Communion was for the pious and the godly. Ranks of which girls like Sarah were seldom thought a part of in the minds of the great and the good.
Mrs Wenders was the longstanding wife of the vicar. She’d been here with him in Limehouse some dozen years. She’d come back into the church this afternoon to check on the flower arrangements the Mothers Committee had promised they would organise. The sight in front of her was a not unfamiliar one.
A waif of a local parish girl. Grimey face and a shabby smock that had been worn by half a dozen children before her. And a brightness to her eyes that was the natural spark of curiosity of children.
Mrs Wenders came closer to the girl and crouched down at her level. No need to be threatening. "My name is Mrs Wenders."
Sarah scrunched up her nose in confusion. Such a name meant nothing to her. "Oh," she said, for want of anything better to say.
Mrs Wenders continued. "The Reverend Wenders is my husband."
"Oh."
"Do you know how to read your letters, dear?"
Sarah shook her head.
"Well, then we are going to change that. I shall teach you," Mrs Wenders said, as she had to so many children before.
Sarah looked confused before a look of pleasure crossed her face. "Thank you, Madam. But how?"
"Come to the vicarage at ten o’clock next Saturday morning and we shall begin."
"Thank you, Madam." She went to give a little curtsey, but a question from the vicar’s wife stopped her.
"And what is your name, dear, by the way?"
"Sarah Rossiter."
****
Sarah Rossiter died a long time ago. That’s what she tells herself.
She sits in the dressing room at the Theatre Royal and powders her face, ready for tonight’s performance of Atraxerxes. She’s got the role of Mandane and she’s on the up and up. Nothing can stop her now.
Covent Garden is a world away from Limehouse. Though it’s only five miles as the crow flies. Sarah hasn’t been back there in years. Not since she took to the stage at sixteen with a fake Italian stage name that became more real to her than her own ever was.
She picked that lie, that name, for the stage because singers from the continent were all the rage. Still are. She can command higher rates that way. Simple economics to survive.
And Sarah Rossiter is without doubt a survivor. She doesn’t like to remember everything from her past, but those Saturday lessons with Mrs Wenders are something she looks back on with a certain fondness. She owes her very ability to read to Mrs Wenders and she will always be grateful for that. No one else would have bothered to teach her. The adults in her life could barely read themselves. But writing is something Sarah’s never really been able to do. She practiced and practiced and practiced that flourished signature in that fake Italian name until she could sign documents with her eyes closed. But forming anything else legible is beyond her. Mrs Wenders didn’t believe in actually teaching children like Sarah to write. Heaven forfend they get ideas above their station. Teaching them to read the scriptures was as far as her Christian duty went.
Sarah doesn’t feel regret about her new name. It helped her get work on the stage in those early days. And who ultimately can say if she’s Italian or not. Even she doesn’t know for sure. She’s a girl from the docks, after all. Rossiter could be a made up name too for all she knows, bestowed upon her by god-knows-who from a time before her memories begin.
But Sarah does know two things. The first? If she tells the same lie over and over and over, it eventually becomes the truth to everyone around her. And the second? Well, London is a very easy city if you wish to disappear. If only you try hard enough.
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This blog invites you to the very first Siena Appreciation Week!
From June 1st to June 7th, you can share your fanworks celebrating Siena’s character – be it fanfics, gifsets, moodboards, meta etc. Let yourself be inspired by the prompts below or simply share whatever else is on your mind. There will also be a Costume Elimination Game that you can vote for throughout the week.
Prompts
Day 1: Favorite Scene | Childhood
Day 2: Favorite Performance | “Most notorious opera singer in all of London”
Day 3: Favorite Costume | Drunken Confessions
Day 4: Favorite Romantic Pairing | Clandestine Meetings
Day 5: Favorite Non-Romantic pairing | Outsider POV
Day 6: Favorite Line(s)/Dialogue | AU: “What if…?”
Day 7: Free Space
How to Participate
Tag your posts #sienarossoweek26 and/or mention this blog.
On AO3, you can add your work to this collection. The collection will open May 1st and will remain open until the end of June.
You don’t need to stick to the prompts or the timeline for the event. Early/late submissions are allowed as well. Just be kind and have fun!
Rules
Works must be focused on Siena’s character – in which way is completely up to you.
No character bashing!
No use of AI allowed!
Be kind to each other! Blogs spreading hate and harassing others will be blocked immediately.
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Yes you heard me right, the best tv show of all time is a fanfic about the Oliver Twist side character Jack Dawkins, aka The Artful Dodger, being a royal naval lieutenant turned surgeon in a penal colony in 1850s Australia who is constantly fighting being sucked back into a life of crime by his pseudo father who he has a complicated, and some may say toxic, father/son relationship with, which also features a class difference romance between him and the governor’s daughter who has a passion for surgery/medicine because she has a life threatening heart condition that only he is willing and skilled enough to operate on.
Oh and it’s all set to an Aussie rock soundtrack.
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