Miss Piony

I was compelled to write a Sidlotte fanfic using this as an inspirational prompt.

It is a modern AU, taking place during one hot summer night and the pillow fort plays a major role. It is very smutty but also romantic...

An extract;

The room was semi-dark due to the lingering summer night light outside, but he could not quite discern what she was doing, until a string of fairy lights went on, illuminating an impressive pillow fort. Apparently this was where all her bedding and some more was.

“A pillow fort?” he asked, incredulous.

“Isn’t it amazing?”

“You have children?”

He liked children but had not been under the impression that she had any and he certainly would not want them to pop up now.

“No. I baby-sat my nieces last night. I had forgotten they robbed my bed of everything.”

“But where did you sleep?”

“Here. It’s very comfy.”

A foxy smile spread over her face. She stepped closer, placed her palms on his chest and pushed him softly.

“You should try it.”

“What?”

“Lie down.”

At this point he was prepared to do basically anything she asked of him only to be with her. He sat down and realised the fort was built on a mattress so it indeed was possible to sleep here - or do other things.

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not to say conflict is essential and change is constant but. conflict is essential and change is constant. i am certain stringer would hero worship charlotte to death and i’m sorry but that’s boring af. I know, despite his pretty face forgiving him maybe 2% of his shit, sidney is infuriating and extremely flawed. so not only is his growth way more important and interesting than stringer’s cute puppy crush deal, it’s mutually beneficial to charlotte. 

would charlotte have fallen for stringer if sidney didn’t exist? not ‘going there because sidney’s a sacrificial dumbass and stringer’s available and still in love’ but genuinely. on his own merits. would she? I don’t think so.

I do think stringer is a very nice boy and a good-looking boy! he’s a catch for some equally sweet and mild girl! i’m envious of his cheekbones! he’s just not charlotte’s guy because she’s oblivious to him and if she weren’t she would eviscerate him.

charlotte is loving, she’s curious, she’s honest, she’s whip-smart, but she is not a soft-willed person, and imo stringer is painted as a benign friend in her life. because of that he casts a short shadow anyway, esp beside sidney’s restless, provocative presence. it makes him forgettable. I can remember maybe two of his and charlotte’s scenes and they’re both stringer acting in his very ‘humble guy your mum would want you to marry’ way and he’s lovely but… charlotte just sweetly accepting his flattery is a non-event.

yes, sidney and charlotte make themselves known. they shout in the street. they piss each other off before they’re willing to go deeper. and when they do deep-dive, they do ‘improper’ things like go rowing alone. sidlotte have their own rules and it’s either intoxicating or exhausting, but it’s not the litmus test for why sidney is inherently bad and stringer inherently good. 

‘cause it’s all about who teaches who what. sidney takes his time learning he cannot block charlotte emotionally, therefore she takes a long time figuring him out/her feelings for him out. while stringer remains a plain and simple, salt of the earth, open book for eight episodes. he’s a constant, it’s easy but charlotte doesn’t take that onboard. if she did then her growth with stringer would be like two parallel lines, intellectual and collaborative, but never so intrinsically interwoven as the base change of self sidney and charlotte go through because of each other.

〝you are not nearly as unfeeling as you pretend.〞

the 6 stages of Sidlotte

bonus:

Due to my habit of over-researching for writing projects (coincidentally related to Sanditon), I discovered this piece of prime info:

“In Irish tales, it is bad luck to walk through a patch of Bluebells. To do so is to disturb the revels of the Fae and invite their displeasure. Like many fairy flowers, Bluebell is an unlucky blossom to pick or to bring indoors.”

Did Davies know? Probably not, but in this essay I will point out the mysterious coincidences and implications of the presence of bluebells and the plucking thereof in Sanditon. Starting off, it is strange that our lovely heroine is plucking bluebells and then ends up with her shot at love (temporarily) ruined, just like in the Irish tales.

However, if you are now in need of comfort it might also be nice to know that  Bluebells represent rebirth, and who is practically a man reborn at the end of the season? Sidney.

Equally, it is said that wearing Bluebell compells the wearer to speak only truth, now I like to believe Sidney carries Charlotte in his heart, and doesn’t he feel his truest self around her?

Also, in the language of flowers, bluebells mean humility and constancy. Now both Charlotte’s and Sidney’s ego get a lot of kicks (given to them by the other and their encounters with love), so if the first part is true I like to believe the second part, the constancy part, will be equally true.

I reblogged this post before, but do it again because I love it so much that it served as inspiration for part of a chapter in my Sanditon fanfiction ’The only reason to marry is Love’

In Chapter 15 I have placed Sidney and Charlotte in a glade with blooming lilies of the valley instead of in a bluebell field. I let Charlotte say she is grateful they did not stumble upon a field of bluebells because it is said to anger the fairies, so one would be cursed and not have the one which one’s heart desires.

Thank you for a beautiful post and for the inspiration!

Link to the story here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22722868/chapters/54299746

I have never wanted to put myself in someone else’s power before. I’ve never wanted to care for anyone but myself.

Due to my habit of over-researching for writing projects (coincidentally related to Sanditon), I discovered this piece of prime info:

“In Irish tales, it is bad luck to walk through a patch of Bluebells. To do so is to disturb the revels of the Fae and invite their displeasure. Like many fairy flowers, Bluebell is an unlucky blossom to pick or to bring indoors.”

Did Davies know? Probably not, but in this essay I will point out the mysterious coincidences and implications of the presence of bluebells and the plucking thereof in Sanditon. Starting off, it is strange that our lovely heroine is plucking bluebells and then ends up with her shot at love (temporarily) ruined, just like in the Irish tales.

However, if you are now in need of comfort it might also be nice to know that  Bluebells represent rebirth, and who is practically a man reborn at the end of the season? Sidney.

Equally, it is said that wearing Bluebell compells the wearer to speak only truth, now I like to believe Sidney carries Charlotte in his heart, and doesn’t he feel his truest self around her?

Also, in the language of flowers, bluebells mean humility and constancy. Now both Charlotte’s and Sidney’s ego get a lot of kicks (given to them by the other and their encounters with love), so if the first part is true I like to believe the second part, the constancy part, will be equally true.

There are two types of people, those whom one imagines to be trustworthy and reliable, but turn out to be treacherous and weak. And those who appear to be complex and difficult, but turn out to be more dependable than anyone thought.

Like me.