With a wave to the cook you leave, skipping to the parlour room where you sit and read, knowing your cousin would be on her way after no doubt receiving her own letter of invitation for the evening’s events. Slowly you begin to gather up the breakfast dishes, piling them up and giving your father a cheeky smile before you walk the items to the kitchen. “No, but it’s nice to have dreams.” You laugh, getting to your feet. “Fine, but if there happens to be a ‘suitor’ there Ma may not be pleased when the gravy boat ends up over his head.” You laugh, placing your cup down in its saucer. At least we know they will put on a decent meal.” He smiles widely, wiggling his eyebrows at you. So let’s go to this recital, ignore how terribly the Appletons play, and then eat. We are entering a new century, I shouldn’t have to marry.” She is still of the old way of thinking.” You watch her go, unease settling on your skin. With one final shrill tut, your mother gets to her feet and brushes out of the small dining room. Now you will be coming with me this evening, as will your cousin, and I’m not going to hear a single complaint or I shall throw your writing paper into the duck pond!” “I’m glad this is all some joke to you but don’t find it particularly funny.

“What about puppies? I could raise a fine brood of puppies.” you muse, pursing your lips at the thought. “But all the good suitors may be gone soon and I want grandchildren!” “Oh Agatha, please! She may do as she pleases, she is an adult.” your father pipes up, folding his paper and placing it on the table beside him. You and your cousin need to find husbands or else-” “You might take this a little more seriously. He looks at you, eyebrows raised and you laugh, making your mother’s mouth prune-like and pursed as she stares you down. “You are coming, Y/N!” She yells, cutting off your father. You can see the cogs turning in his head, choosing his next words carefully. The newspaper lowers revealing your father, lips pursed, moustache sitting awkwardly. She tugs the glasses off her face and throws your father an exasperated look. The corners of your mouth tug, but you hide them behind your cup to save you from more attacks. “Oh really? No dire stomach cramps or time of the month issues or an allergy to, how did you put it? ‘Small-mindedness’?” she pouts, crossing her arms at you. “I don’t know what you mean, Ma.” You shrug, lazily dragging your eyes back to her. “So? No smart excuses to skip out this time?”

Your father shrinks behind his newspaper, hiding from the storm that seemed to be brewing in your mother. You simply sipped on your tea, eyes purposely fixed outside the window. She lays the letter she was reading from on the table, flicking her eyes across to you. Your mother sits back in her chair, half-moon glasses perched precariously on the tip of her nose. “… and then we have to attend the Appleton twin’s piano recital this evening before dinner at their house.” Ngl, writer’s block really hit me on this fic, so I hope you can all enjoy! Unprotected sex, fingering, handjob, ‘pantie’ ripping lmao.Ī/N: Hola! Here is my piece for One (1) Prompt Collab! My given prompt was ‘historical fiction’, and you know ya girl had to get Auten-y up in here.

Namjoon has a ponytail, do with that what you will 👀. Genre/warnings: historical romance, smut, fluff, lil angst. But you were never one to fit the mould, and a certain grumpy society gentleman with soft hands and soulful eyes wouldn’t sway you from your dreams. ⇢ High society can be harsh and fickle, and the people within it are no different.

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