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eleanor-bradstreet · 5 months

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A Bridgerton Carol

Anthony and Benedict Bridgerton Rated: G - family feels Word count: 2.7k

Summary: Anthony and Benedict reminisce and comfort each other on Christmas Eve.

Author's Note: A wee Christmas fic dreamed up with master Anthony authors @colettebronte and @broooookiecrisp. Just Bridgerton family feels peppered with a lot of wink-wink Christmas Carol references and maaaaybe one lil Grinch reference 😁 I also humbly offer this as a birthday gift to the incomparable @colettebronte who keeps our circle together 💙 Happy Holidays Bridgerton fam 🎄

Christmas Eve, 1817 Aubrey Hall

Anthony stared at the snow swirling viciously outside the nursery window. It was proving to be one of the worst Christmases he had ever experienced. Though he always found it to be a taxing time of year, he had put every effort into creating a memorable holiday for the entire family. All of his siblings were invited to gather at the family estate which had been hung with so much fragrant greenery he felt as if he were cutting through uncharted forest while indoors. So many gifts and candles and bottles of wine had been purchased that he already felt the ache in his coffers. But his plans had been dashed. The uncommon snowstorm had prevented the arrival of Simon and Daphne from Clyvedon, as well as inhibited the delivery of the turkey for dinner. Gregory had somehow set a horse loose from the stables which had yet to be recovered; a tenant had suffered a chimney fire which needed urgent repair; and worst of all, his firstborn had taken ill with a cold.

Kate had wanted to tend to Edmund rather than leave him in the care of his nurse, but she was also needed by their newborn, Miles. Anthony had volunteered to sit with his son through the night, both to comfort his wife and because he too didn’t want to leave the boy’s side. He turned to Edmund and ran a hand softly through the dark waves of his hair. He looked so small even in a child’s bed; the bed where Anthony himself used to sleep. The viscount could not suppress the sinking feeling of failure. That he had been unable to keep his family together and healthy for a holiday they could cherish. That he hadn’t been able to give his son the perfect Christmas, if such a thing were possible.

His mind wandered back to the first winters without his father. Christmases that were drab and quiet. With his mother too pained to spend more than one obligatory hour with the family on the holiday, he himself had taken on the responsibility to make merry for all his younger siblings. It was a role he felt entirely unsuited to and one that grew more difficult to play as time wore on. Each Christmas after the gifts were opened and everyone scattered to various entertainments, he snuck out to walk in the wood where he could safely drop the facade. Sometimes he brought a rifle for hunting, other times he did not. Sometimes he hid until sundown, other times only for a short spell. But he needed the solitude. Particularly if it had snowed, the muffled silence in the blanketed landscape was a comfort. A moment alone with his thoughts when he was not being asked to sign a ledger or make a decision or shoulder the crushing weight of lifting everyone’s spirits. Being among the trees always made him feel closer to his father, bringing him memories of their excursions when he was a boy. The wood was the last place he had shared a happy moment with Edmund and if he were honest with himself, some mad, irrational part of him was still looking for him there. As he sloped back onto the snowy lawn, bracing himself for Christmas dinner, he wistfully hoped to turn around and see a second set of ghostly footprints beside his - any sign that he was still being guided. Any sign that he was not alone.

As he gazed at his new little Edmund, wondering if their memories together would serve as a balm for his past, there came a soft knock at the door followed immediately by a muffled clatter and a curse. Swinging the door open, he found his brother bent double, collecting items as they rolled across the floor.

“Benedict?!” Anthony hissed. “What on earth…?”

The second son looked up at him, eyes glinting as he juggled his retrieved goods. His waistcoat was made of a patterned silk so shimmering, he looked like a wrapped gift on his own, topped with the bow of his brightly colored cravat. “Ah, it’s you! I expected Kate would be here.”

He pushed past Anthony and into the nursery, stopping at the foot of Edmund’s bed.

Anthony followed. “I sent her to bed, she’s exhausted. What are you doing?”

“Little chap has to wake up to something in his stocking.” With a crooked grin, Benedict began depositing the treats he held into the oversized stocking on the footboard. An orange, a half penny, a small cake wrapped in paper, one by one he tucked them away safely.

Anthony sighed, planting his hands on his hips. “So you’re Father Christmas, are you?”

Benedict smirked as he rifled through his jacket pockets, producing a fistful of nuts. “I’ve been called many things, but you’d be the first to call me that.” Making final touches to the gift assortment, he stepped back satisfied, and clapped a hand on his brother’s shoulder. “How is my Nephew Ned?”

The viscount’s brow furrowed and jaw locked. He looked at his ailing son. “I don’t know if he’ll be awake to enjoy your gifts, brother. He’s so ill.”

Benedict could see the tears mounting in his eyes, could hear the fearful quiver in his voice. His elder brother rarely let the mask of authority slip and he knew from experience that it may be a precursor to a spell of panic. He was well-versed in helping him to tame his thoughts and knew that such assistance was needed now. “It’s a nasty cold, yes. But only a cold, Anthony. We all endured much worse when we were children, remember?”

He hung his head with a sniff. Benedict tightened his grip on his shoulder.

“Dear brother, you must keep faith that everything will be alright. When was the last time you slept?”

“I don’t know,” he murmured.

“I can keep watch over him, you should go rest.”

“No.” Anthony shook his head profusely, snapping out of his melancholy and back into action. “No, my place is here.”

“We can’t have you making yourself ill too,” Benedict chided, leading him to a pair of chairs. “You’ll want to be in high spirits tomorrow.”

With a scoff Anthony flopped into a seat, looking utterly exhausted. “Ah yes, thank you for reminding me. It shall be my duty to make sure everyone has the merriest of times.”

Benedict sat beside him, assessing his clipped tone. After a moment, he queried gently. “You’ve never much cared for the holiday, have you? At least not since we were young.”

Anthony scowled, spine straightening as he tugged at his waistcoat. “I’m afraid my energies were demanded elsewhere. It may be a special day but it does not mean the accounts don’t need balancing, nor that the staff have no questions, the tenants no needs…”

Benedict leaned forward imploringly. “Anthony, it’s not about relinquishing responsibility. It’s an inducement to recognize and cherish the good in the world. The good in all of us. Charity, mercy, benevolence. To draw family together and think back on the memories of Christmases past.”

They met each other’s gaze, dark eyes searing into pale blue. Anthony knew his brother meant well, but his cheerful eccentricity could be rather aggravating at times. Did he not see how they had failed to be together this year? That the first Christmas in his son’s memory would be spent in a sickbed? Did Benedict not remember the shadows that had darkened their past?

He stared off, falling back into his somber musings. “I wonder if I have had more unhappy Christmases than happy ones.”

“You haven’t,” came the gentle reply. He turned and found his brother smirking confidently. “And I know because I’ve shared them all with you. Except for the two before I arrived and I have no doubt you enjoyed those very much, being the apple of Mother and Father’s eyes.”

That elicited a laugh from the elder.

Benedict grinned. “You must remember Mrs. Wiggin’s plum pudding?”

All at once the memory came flooding back and Anthony could practically taste it. His eyes lit with recognition. “We hid in the butler’s pantry and waited for her to soak it in brandy, then ate an entire half. Mother was livid.”

His brother chuckled. “I’d say it was our first time sharing a drink together.”

A smile broke across Anthony’s face. “I remember Father paid the poor woman a handsome bonus. Though whether it was to apologize or convince her not to beat us, I’m not sure.”

They both snickered, recalling how they had been punished and sent to their rooms, stumbling and sick but remorseless.

Benedict arched a brow. “And then Belle…”

“Oh god, Belle.” Anthony groaned.

“You can’t say Colin didn’t have the best of intentions leaving a kitten under the tree for his sisters.”

“No, but what did he expect her to do when he left her tied to it for the night? Of course she was going to climb it and destroy the entire thing.”

Stifling themselves behind their hands, they both began to laugh in earnest. It had undoubtedly been their most chaotic Christmas, with the family waking to find their grand tannenbaum lying on the drawing room floor, shredded into a pile of needles by a tiny but furious grey kitten. Their mother had wept. Their sisters had shrieked, whether out of excitement for the animal or mourning for the collateral damage to gifts, it was unclear. Their father had dragged Colin out of doors by the ear to fell a new tree which was swiftly but pitifully decorated by the harried staff. It was the most memorable introduction of a pet into their home, and was perhaps the reason Belle turned out to be the only family cat.

“That cat was an agent of chaos.” Benedict wheezed, wiping a tear.

“I know,” Anthony rolled his eyes. “I still have the scars to prove it.”

Broad smiles lingered on their faces as the laughter died away. Flashes of joy began to spring to Anthony’s mind - happy memories he had long since forgotten.

“See?” Benedict asked. “They were never perfect, but we had many happy Christmases. And you’re giving your children the same.”

Anthony looked to his sleeping son. “I believe Kate is doing the lion’s share to make pleasant memories for them.”

“Perhaps. But you have a choice in that, brother. You can choose to seek out the bright moments and join in them. You can choose to delegate. To accept help. Father managed to enjoy the season and the estate didn’t fall into ruin.”

Anthony’s brow grew stern. “Father was a greater man than I.”

“Father was a different man than you.” Benedict interjected, his tone uncharacteristically sharp. They stared at one another in a heavy silence, reading in each other’s eyes how well they both remembered their shared tragedy. They hadn’t spoken of it in years, the loss that had redefined each of their hierarchical roles in the family. The pain they had felt as they cared for their mother and siblings in the aftermath, and the rows they had fought over their differing approaches. But their judgments of one another had mellowed as they matured and now they navigated in understanding silence, separately supporting the family with their unique strengths.

“I’ve felt it too,” Benedict’s voice grew soft again as he became contemplative. “A sort of…yawning cold without him. A void in the room, especially when we all gather. It doesn’t go away.”

He looked up at Anthony who only clenched his jaw, eyes burning. Benedict continued.

“But you know, surely you know, he would want us to hold onto joy. He would want you to be there for your sons as he was for us. As he only got to be for a short while. What is the alternative? Locking yourself away in your study, focused more on business than cheer? Where will that lead?”

Anthony felt the defensiveness melting out of his frame. After years of familial judgment and pity while he hardened from a boy into a viscount too young, his instinct was to dismiss any commentary about his behavior as ill-informed ridicule. It had taken him too long to recognize that Benedict, among all his relations, was the one who sought to understand and support him. He was the sibling that had gently coaxed his heart to the surface while pursuing Kate, and the one who never blamed him for his shortcomings, despite that he jested about them. If there was anyone whom he could trust to address the needs in his tangled emotions, it was Benedict.

As if reading his thoughts, his younger brother leaned close, eyes welled with sincerity. “You don’t have to be a lonely curmudgeon. And you don’t have to pretend to be Father. He wouldn’t want you living in his shadow. He would want you to reflect his light.”

Benedict smiled and Anthony was struck by how similar he looked to their father in that moment. “Make your own traditions with your wife and your children. Build upon the best parts of the past. Don’t remain chained to the worst ones. And you know you can depend on me.”

The viscount studied his brother, feeling as if the capacity of Benedict's heart had made his own grow through proximity. He swallowed. “You…you have an uncommon way with words, Benedict. I’m grateful that you share them with me.”

The younger smiled, punching him lightly in the knee and lounging back in his chair.

“Will you do the same?” Anthony asked, raising a brow. “You’ll be a father by next Christmas.”

Benedict blushed, looking down with an irrepressible grin. Sophie had just announced their first pregnancy and the thought made him giddy in a way he could hardly contain. “I will endeavor to, yes,” he nodded. “I have no intention of spending Christmases away from Aubrey Hall. That is, if the invitation remains extended.”

“Of course it will.” Anthony smirked at him. “But we’ll have to keep an eye on the puddings once our boys are old enough to sneak down to the kitchens.”

They grinned at each other but then bolted at the sound of dry, rasping coughs across the room. Anthony sprang to Edmund’s bedside, Benedict following close behind.

“How is he?” Benedict asked as the father ran a hand over his son’s brow, rubbing the boy’s chest as his small coughs faded and he rolled over in sleep.

“I think he’s cooling down.”

“That’s good,” Benedict nodded, clasping him by the arms with assurance. “All will be well, brother. Even if we have to pile into this room to celebrate with Neddy, we’re going to have a marvelous Christmas. We’ll be together and we’ll choose to be happy.”

Anthony took a steadying breath, looking from his brother’s twinkling eyes back down to his precious son, feeling their conversation start to crystalize. Christmas could not magic away toil or grief. No amount of garlands or cakes or gifts could replace an empty seat at the dining table. But it was a window in the year, a stillness amidst the winter air and warm candlelight, when one was granted license to choose joy; when one could look at the faces of those who still gathered and relish the flavors of tradition to find moments of genuine peace and reasons for genuine hope.

Proving Benedict obnoxiously correct, that Christmas day was filled with such moments. The storm abated and Edmund rose early, full of spirit, delighting in the treats he found at the foot of his bed. The family gathered in their finery, exchanging gifts by the tree with laughter and cheer. Their dinner of beef proved as satisfactory as turkey and they contemplated making it a new Bridgerton family tradition. It was only when Anthony was tucking Edmund into bed that he realized he had not taken his walk through the wood. He had not felt the need to. With his children in his arms, his wife at his side and his brother smiling at him across the room, he knew with a certainty that he was not alone.

Tagging: @angels17324 @broooookiecrisp @colettebronte @secretagentbucky @kmc1989

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serendipity-in-love · 6 months

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rob1ns-liv1n · 4 months

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Hi! You’re finally back!! I love your Bridgerton brother reader so much omg! I have so many ideas but one is that reader is really good at singing and playing but nobody in the family really know. And one day they hear him play and sing and are amazed.

Three Times The Bridgertons were Haunted and One Time They Weren't | Brother! Reader!

A/N: that's so sweet, thank you! you actually just made my day. i actually play piano so this was really fun to write. if you see any underlined words, those are links for the songs that the reader is singing/playing. you can play them if you want to have a more immersive experience. anyway sorry this took so long, but here's the request :]

Ever since you could remember Daphne had always been the musical sibling. As soon as she could talk she was given piano lessons every day after her normal schooling schedule. Your mother knew that suitors had more interest in girls with musical talents, so she believed it best to begin Daphne's lessons as early as possible. When Eloise came of age, she was meant to learn the piano as well. Unfortunately for mama, she was more interested in her diaries. Instead of trying to learn, Eloise played terribly on purpose in order to get out of lessons. After a month, mother decided that she wouldn't force any more of her daughters into music lessons for fear of another Eloise situation.

And so Daphne remained the glorified musical sibling. That is, until (Y/N) Bridgerton was tasked with disposing of Daphne's old assignment books at the age of 12 years old. Daphne, who was fourteen at the time, needed space in her sheet music drawer and with you being the good younger brother that you are you offered to get rid of her oldest books. However, you never planned to throw them away. You were going to keep them for yourself.

Later that night, when everyone had gone to bed you tip toed into the sitting room holding the treasured books tightly to your chest. From then on your nightly musical sessions became your most precious secret. It continued to be that way for five years until one fateful night when Daphne and Anthony had gotten up to make themselves warm milk.

Anthony took a slow sip from his milk jug, "We've been bested by a stove."

"Cold milk is much more refreshing anyway." reasoned Daphne.

"I suppose-" Anthony paused abruptly staring towards the door. "Do you hear that?"

Daphne set her jug down and opened the door an inch. Faint piano reverberated through the hall. Anthony, who was now leaning on the door, shot his sister a confused look, "Could it be Hyacinth?"

"No, the piece is sounds much too advanced." whispered Daphne. "Hyacinth has only just started playing, it must be someone else."

Anthony slowly inched towards the kitchen door, intent on sneakily uncovering just who was up a this hour playing piano. Unfortunately for him, the kitchen door did not in fact agree with this plan. As soon as Anthony began to open it, the old wood squealed obnoxiously like a petulant child and the piano came to an abrupt halt.

After watching her brother completely annihilate their chance to properly sleuth, Daphne rushed ahead to the drawing room and hastily opened the door-

-to find the room completely empty.

"Anthony, it's empty."

"What?"

"It's empty. As in there is no one in the drawing room."

"There must be a reasonable explanation..." Anthony's eyes lit up. "Perhaps they are hiding!"

"Hiding? But-"

A chill swept through the air catching the siblings by surprise. A sense of déjà vu came over her and she gasped in realization.

"It's a ghost!" Daphne continued, undeterred by Anthony's perplexed expression. "I recognize the signs. Ghosts are drawn to music, they cause cold winds and they are known to act only between midnight and dawn. It's a ghost. I'm sure of it!"

"And where exactly did you come across this information?"

"A novel....."

"A novel?!"

A mournful moan echoed through the room. In less than a second the door was slammed closed by Anthony's shaking hands.

"So...this novel....."

. . .

It was nearly a week later when two more of your siblings discovered the elusive "ghost" haunting the Bridgerton Estate. Gregory woke up from a nightmare in distress and with Hyacinth's room being so close to his he managed to wake her up too. His sister was not happy to be woken up, but her beauty sleep came second when an upset Gregory was involved. As she was trying her best to comfort him, the pair heard someone humming. Rain pounded steadily on the roof of the estate making the humming seem hypnotizingly sweet. Gregory looked up at his sister in confusion.

"Who do you think that is?"

Hyacinth tilted her head towards the gentle voice. "I don't know. Maybe it's that ghost Anthony keeps mumbling about."

The soft humming filled the silent room as Gregory slowly calmed down. Eventually his sister grabbed a spare blanket from the end of the bed and the two settled on the mattress together, enjoying the hums of their ghostly performer.

...

A single lit candle burned pathetically as the taunting sound of silence permeated Benedict's room. He had been trying to sketch for quite some time now, but despite his most focused effort; his pencil would not seem to budge. With a twitch of his eyebrow Benedict rose from his seat and flung his pencil at the wall nearest to him. Which just so happened to be the wall he shared with his dearest brother, Colin. Benedict dragged a hand over his face in exasperation hoping to God, or anyone really, that his oh-so-caring brother would not awaken. But as the sound of shuffling came closer to the artist's bedroom door it became apparent to Benedict that God was not, in fact, a merciful father.

"Brother?"

"Yes?" Came Benedict's squeaking reply.

The door opened and the younger Bridgerton stepped through with a glare leveled at his older brother. "What in the world are you doing up this late?"

"Nothing, actually. I couldn't sleep so I tried sketching. But then I couldn't even do that!"

Benedict glared at his discarded sketchbook as he continued, his frustration building.

"Now I've spent over three hours sitting in front of this damned fire losing my mind while I try to sketch at least one single drawing that is decent enough to call art."

Belatedly, Benedict realized that he had been yelling, but before he could apologize Colin stepped forward and grasped his shoulder.

"I know you must be frustrated Benny, but maybe tonight's just not your night. And it doesn't have to be either." Colin pinched the artist's cheeks. "There's always the morning."

As soon as his younger brother's hands left his face, a heavy weight seemed to lift from Benedict's shoulders. "I suppose your right. Till morning then."

"Till morning."

"Until then," began Benedict, a small smile dancing on his face. "You're welcome to stay here by the fire. I know how cranky you get on these kinds of cold nights."

Colin simply rolled his eyes before grabbing what he knew was his elder brother's favorite blanket and settling on the sofa closest to the fire. An indignant squawk left Benedict as he stared dumbly at the criminal who had just stolen from him. "Y-you can't have that blanket."

"Why not? You invited me to your room and I am without a blanket. It's only fair."

"Only fair? But that's my blanket." reasoned Benedict. "Surely, you of all people understand how important it is to me."

Despite the strength of Colin's will, he could not handle seeing his brother look so dejected. If he didn't know better it would almost seem like he had just burned the Bridgerton estate to the ground rather than steal his brother's favorite blanket. With a heavy sigh the young boy fluffed out the blanket and sunk down to the soft rug that sat between the sofa and fireplace. Benedict caught on and settled down next to Colin, pulling the blanket over himself as well.

As the two began to doze off the faint whisper of a piano wafted through the room. Distantly, the two boys wondered why Daphne could possibly be up so late. In the morning, they would realize that Daphne was not home.

. . .

"Alright, I assume we all know why this family meeting was called?"

Anthony in front of his assembled siblings as they sat in the drawing room. You glanced around with a sheepish look of uncertainty, "Why exactly was this meeting called?"

"The ghost problem." Anthony began to pace, pausing only to lock eyes dramatically with each and every one of his siblings. "For the last year, we have all encountered signs of ghost activity. Me and Daphne first discovered the apparition playing the piano just past midnight. Then, Hyacinth and Gregory heard it humming. And Benedict and Colin were put to sleep by its most recent piano performance. Am I missing anything?"

The siblings collectively shook their heads, except for one.

"Good. This all circles back to the reason why I have summoned you all in the first place. Tonight we must partake....in a ghost hunt."

"A ghost hunt?" scoffed Eloise. "Really?"

"Yes, really! It is our duty to protect this house. Even against threats that we cannot see."

"Fine, so long as I get to search with (Y/N)."

"That can be arranged. Now-"

"Actually...I don't think that will be necessary." You clear your throat sheepishly as your confidence withers under the curious looks of your family.

Anthony quirks a brow, "and why is that?"

"Well, see that is....um that...well, because I'm the ghost."

Silence overtakes the drawing room. Your siblings think clearly think you're joking, but there's just one thing that might convince them. You walk over to the piano and pull out the bench before taking a seat. The moment your fingers greet the ivories everything falls away. You play each of the three songs your siblings heard and try not to laugh as you hear their shocked gasps echo in the drawing room. A part of you know that there will be a lot of questions after you finish your "concert," but for now all you have to do is focus on the next note to play. The other stuff is a future (Y/N) problem.

BONUS SCENE:

The whole family claps for you as you finish playing. Well almost the whole family, with the exception of the oldest brother.

"While I am impressed by your musical prowess...I wasted money on a book about exorcisms for this!

And there were no refunds..."

#brother reader #eloise bridgerton #bridgerton #reader insert #sibling reader #anthony bridgerton #benedict bridgerton #colin bridgerton #daphne bridgerton #family feels #bridgerton x brother! reader

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agir1ukn0w · 27 days

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so it looks like I've been getting one of two types of asks lately:

I obviously won't be addressing type #2, but as for type #1, I've already said what I needed to say many times over. It was one fucking post and I wasn't aiming to call out the entire kanthony fandom, only the actions of a few obnoxious bigots (which NONE OF YOU, polins or kanthonies, should be denying that you have at this point). If I had known the details about what the kanthony fandom was also facing I probably would have addressed that as well. All y'all needed to do was let me know what I needed to know in an even-tempered way and I would have been like "yeah, no, you're absolutely right and I am supporting you all the way." which I do, btw, and you are. but because you decided you knew everything about me after one fucking post and projected all your issues onto me, I'm not going to engage with this anymore. "good riddance," you're probably saying. yeah. good fucking riddance. I gave an opinion that was not as well informed as it should have been and I should have known more.

but I also wasn't wrong.

#periodt.#bridgerton netflix #bridgerton season 3 #bridgerton #bridgerton s3 #bridgerton season three #bridgerton series #netflix bridgerton #kanthony #polin #as for the rest of you who did not decide to take shots at me behind anon masks #i hope you have a blessed day/week/month/year and that your crops grow and your families are healthy and happy #to those of you who sent me love and support #i'm giving you all the biggest gentlest kiss on the forehead right now💋#and to those of you who thought you could bully me into shame/silence #i hope you feel better

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newtonsheffield · 1 year

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Please tell me when Anthony is on the phone to Kate, Mary catches her husband and Edwina using the other line to eavesdrop!

Oh but she does, and Mary just gapes at him.

"Tharman!"

He startled, nearly knocking Edwina over in his haste to spin around, "Edwina, I'm really surprised at you, eavesdropping on your sister like this. As you can see, I was just about to chastise her, Mary."

Edwina rolled her eyes. "He told me he'd buy me whatever I wanted at the bookstore tomorrow."

"edwina!"

"I'm disappointed in both of you!" Mary hissed, slamming the receiver down, "She's talking to a boy, who you hired because you liked him, in the hallway! It's very innocent!"

"Er, is it?!" Tharman asked wildly, "He asked her to go to the Drive in with him, Mary. Do you know what kids do at the drive in?"

"Do they over-emphasise their words like an angry albatross, Tharman?!"

"They do not, Mary!"

#hound dog au #kathony #anthony x kate #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony bridgerton #sharma family feels #molly’s asks and answers

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nazariolahela · 1 month

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Leaving Kate and Anthony out of the teaser seems deliberate.

#ngl it feels like my faves are hated by the promo team cause wtf #they got shafted during their own season and they’ve had barely any promo this season #I’m trying not to get my hopes up for the trailer tomorrow cause I know we’ll get 0.02 seconds of Kanthony #they’re the fucking heads of the family and I just know they are not going to have shit for screen time this season #kanthony #bridgerton

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sea-owl · 2 years

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You rang for a Percy Jackson Bridgerton AU? Long ago, it was said that the Godess of love showed favor on the the Bridgerton family and gave them her blessing. Meanwhile, Violets side was blessed by Hera for being so faithful and nurturing. Now you get to the modern Bridgertons. None of them have been lucky with love. The story really starts after Colin and Eloise find out Penelope is Whistledown and are not happy about it. Poor Penelope can’t exactly tell them she saw horrible futures for them and this was the only way to avoid it. It’s not like she could tell Colin that Marina got knocked up with a demigods child or that Theo was really a monster out to steal Eloise’s soul! Anyways they are ranting to their siblings about this all while walking out of a restaurant when a monster attacks them out of nowhere. Luckily Kate and Sophie arrived in time to save their hides (after getting a frantic call from Penelope). Realizing they have no idea what is going on, the bring them to camp half blood where the Bridgertons luck is about to change.

Cue Michael flirting with Francesca, Benedict trying to find Sophie who keeps alluding him somehow, Anthony being annoyed and turned on by the snarky woman who saved him, and Colin and Eloise now freaking out that Penelope has seen them die or have something bad happen to them. Multiple times. It’s not fun for her. That and Colin is not happy that apparently Penelope frequently gets sent on dangerous quests with the Aphrodite guy flirting with his sister and the brother of the man who knocked up Marina.

Ya'll trying to force me to figure out Gareth and Lucy's godly parents aren't you? Please don't leave me in the dark ya'll, someone please give suggestions.

Okay so since I refuse to do a full on crossover fic, cause I don't got the brain power, ya'll are going to get the vaguest details from Percy Jackson, like world building only stuff.

Some maybe helpful backstory because I don't know how to fit it in. Lady Danbury's family are blessed by Hecate and they are tasked with the protection and training of the demigods. The camp is technically on her land that's been in her family for generations.

So let's set this world up:

Heroes, monsters, and gods. It's the thing of myths and legends but there was no other way to describe that thing that attacked them.

Agatha Dambury ("That's Lady Danbury Bridgertons!") and the woman next to her, who insisted they call her Auntie H, led the eight siblings around the well honestly it looked like a summer camp.

"So why were we attacked by those. . . monsters?" Anthony asked. He could tell his siblings were itching to ask the same thing.

Auntie H gave them a sympathetic smile. "Children of Echidna to be more precise."

Eloise scoffed. "I see you read Lady Whistledown."

Lady Danbury laughed. "The children here would be fools not to. It takes a lot of effort to exposing the disguises monster's and spies' use. While you mortals think it nothing more than a gossip blog it has saved many demigods lives."

"Sirens, Mormones, Chimeras, the names of the Roman and Greek demigods who would rather start a war than live peacefully with their family," Auntie H started listing off. "They all have been listed for the safety of others. So many demigods and legacy children have been saved since we found a way for demigods to use technology, the Lady Whistledown blog included."

"You Bridgertons are a blessed family, quite literally. You all have been born with the blessings of my sister and my niece. Sadly with those blessings it has given you all a certain smell that attracts monsters."

Daphne wrinkled her nose. "A smell?"

"Normally it's only a smell attached to those brats. But with those blessings you all smell like them now."

Ever impatient Eloise lets out a huff. "Whose them and what is this place?"

"This is Camp Half-Blood, well the European camp at least. Our main camp is in the United States since that is where Olympus is located now too, but my family does tend to take trips around the world which more often than not leads to children."

"You keep saying demigods," Colin said. "Do you mean like actual demigods, half mortal and half god? Like Hercules, Achillies, Perseus, and Helen?"

"I see you know our history." Auntie H nodded. "And yes. Camp Half-Blood is where we train the children to survive monsters, creating a safe haven for them."

"So what happens to us? We are not demigods, but you say we smell like them. Should we be worried about them attacking again?" Anthony asked.

"That's what the children are discussing in their meeting right now," Lady Danbury said. "While it won't be all of them the councilors who can come on such short notice have been deciding what we do with you. This is their home after all."

That's when Lady Danbury and Auntie H led them into a room. It was a regular looking meering room. A round table sat in the middle with 11 chairs occupied. Some the Bridgertons recognized, others they didn't. At the urging of Auntie H the Bridgertons took seats.

Lady Danbury tapped her cane to the floor. "Alright, introduce yourselves to the overly blessed Bridgertons."

The first to stand up was someone Anthony recognized. "Simon Bassett, son of Zeus."

The next to stand was a girl with olive brown skin and dark auburn hair. "Ofelia Lopez, daughter of Poseidon."

Next was a bubbly girl with longest hair out of the whole group. "Astrid Grimsson, daughter of Hades."

The next guy awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. "Phillip Crane, son of Demeter."

His friend next to him held no such awkwardness as he bodly stood up and winked at Francesca. "Michael Stirling, son of Aphrodite."

An Indian girl stood up, rolling her eyes at Michael. The Bridgertons reconized her as one of the people who saved them. "Kate Sharma, daughter of Athena."

The next one to stand could only be described as big. "Thomas O'Neill, son of Hephaestus."

The girl after only raised her cup. "Marie Beaufoy, daughter of Ares."

The next one to stand kept her gaze directed at the wall, eyes glazed over. "Penelope Featherington, daughter of Apollo."

The blonde girl stood after, giving Penelope a shoulder squeeze. She was the other one who saved them during the attack. "Sophie Beckett, daughter of Hermes."

The last one with dyed purple hair stood. "Logan Smith, son of Dionysus."

"So have you all come to a verdict?" Auntie H asked.

Simon stood back up. "We have. After learning the Bridgertons have the smell of low-level demigods and having Penelope seeing no future where it turns out in their favor should we turn them away we agreed that the Bridgertons should stay here to at very least learn how to defend themselves."

Lady Danbury banged her cane against the floor again. "Then it's settled. Meeting adjourned."

The demigods got up and gave a word or nod to the Bridgertons as they walked out. Sophie and Phillip helped Penelope onto Michael's back, her eyes still glazed over. The two to stay seated was Simon and Kate.

"I'm going to help the boys get Penelope to her cabin and talk to them about setting up some archery training sessions," Sophie said before running after the other three.

"Is Pen okay?" Colin asked.

"She's just tired," Simon answered. "Penelope's father is the god of prophecy which led her to being born with the power to see the future. We had her over do it today and her gift can wear her out if she searches too many futures at once." Simon snickered at the thought of something. "By the way she does plan to yell at all of you first chance she gets."

"But onto your training," Kate interupted.

Simon plaryfully rolled his eyes.

"We'll start with sword training tomorrow and then work our way around other weapons. Once we find what you all are good at then we'll push forward." Kate stood up. "Prepare yourselves. Just because you're all mortal doesn't mean we'll go easy on you."

"Well isn't she fun," Anthony snarked.

"More fun than our roman family members," Simon joked.

#okay here's the start #if anyone is wondering yes auntie h is hestia #i feel like she would take a more familial title than mr d did #let me know what you guys think and what you might want to see from this in the future #bridgerton #percy jackson au #demigod spouses #bridgerton spouses #bridgerton siblings #lady danbury #agatha danbury #hestia

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hopepaigeturner · 7 months

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what happens after lucy runs away? also does she fully gets her memory or she just remembers who Gregory and the others are and what happened after she discovered her powers?

Lucy runs out of the chapel and heads into the garden, the large majoirty of which is a maze. As she runs all her remaining memories come back, the most persistant being the ones before the apocalypse. With her powers fully returned it is a sensory overload that causes her to run blindly, the ground and hedges starting to shake...

Back at the church, pandemonium erupts. Gregory has broken free and followed Lucy out of the church. As has Sophie, so concerned with Lucy that she doesn't notice the rest of her siblings in the congregation.

At this point in the season, and in this scene, the remaining Bridgertons/Umbrellas have roughly split into two groups.

The firts group consist of those who have spent their time as the working class: Kate (with a three year old Neddy), Simon, Daphne, Eloise, Phillip (and their set of twins), Colin, Gareth and Benedict. They are outside the church having followed a frantic Gregory, in a failed attempt to stop him entering the church without a plan.

The second group are the ones who became gentry, and are present in the church: Anthony, Penelope, Hyacinth, Michael and Francesca. This group runs out of the church, in an attempt to follow Gregory. At their coattails, a man with a cane and a pocektwatch with the initials HD rises, and calls his team with a smirk. Finally his prey have revealed themselves....

Him and his team, with pistols and other weirdly advanced weaponary, chase the second group of Umbrellas/Bridgertons, cornering them in a section of the maze and raining a cascade of bullets.

Just as Francesca goes to throw up a forcefield the bullets halt. They hover in the air until they transform into a flock of tiny, sharp-beaked birds that with one bird call, rip the soldiers apart.

The group turns to find round Kate, Simon and Benedict with their arms outstretched. The others crowded behind them.

"What the?" Anthony whispers, when Benedict closes his eyes motions his hands out and up--erecting a wall to protect them from bullets without breaking a sweat.

A beat of silence--and then they are rushing together.

Anthony barrels into Kate, Hyacinth leaps into Gareth's arms, Daphne practically sobs as she pulls Francesca into a hug ensuring that the latter doesn't sqush her baby bump.

Penelope holds back even as Colin walks up to her with a small smile. Gingerly she allows him to take her hand and kiss it, her guarded expression softening for a moment.

Various whispers and declarations--apart from Benedict whose blue eyes are cloudy and seem lost in another space.

Kate clutches Anthony as he says over and over,

"I love you, I love you, I love you." Their kisses are rushed, their tears rolling down each other's cheeks.

Kate pulls away with her eyes as bright as her beam.

"I love you too...now, there's someone I think you should meet." She turns slightly and lifts Neddy out of his sling and onto her hip. Anthonys eyes widen.

"Is that?"

Kate cannot contain her smile as Neddy's eyes widen and he cries,

"Papa! Papa!"

"Anthony," she says, her heart finally settling. Her boys finally together. "This is your son--Edmund."

Kate's smile falters as she watches Anthony turn as white as a sheet, shivering like a spectre.

"No, no--he--I--"

"Anthony?"

"Where is Gregory?" Daphne asks, distracting all, and allowing Anthony to turn away from Kate whose heart starts to crumble.

"We need to find them, and Lucy," Simon says. "We need to protect her." He says with unwavering conviction.

"I'm not sure," Michale says, "I know Luce ran off into the maze, Greogry and Soph followed--"

Michael is jerked back around.

"Did you say Sophie?" Benedict asks, his blue eyes finally crystal clear.

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Thanks for the ask nonny! I know it ran on quite a lot--lol, this AU has me by the throat. 😂

As always hit me up or @bridgertonbabe for any headcanons, drabbles etc!!

#hope answers #the umbrella academy au #bridgerton family #utter unhinged chaos #reuinted and it feels so good #sort of? 😉#bridgerton #kanthony #polin #saphne #philoise #franchael #grucy #hyareth #benophie #???

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only-one-brain-cell · 11 months

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God I can’t wait to watch Colin complain about his life to Penelope while just getting back from Greece for 8 episodes straight.

#bridgerton #like sir you are RICH #I get he feels lost but do not complain about your life to Penelope of all people #imagine if he complained to Kate Kate who’s family spent all their money coming to Mayfair just so Edwina a could find a husband #she would put him in his place so quick #Kate to Anthony that night: Anthony I may have said something to Colin #Anthony: he deserved it #Kate: you don’t even know what happened #Anthony: no but I know my brother and he deserved it

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bridgertonfamfeels · 1 year

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Can somepone please write this! I would love to see it. More than 1k words if possible!

Prompt: A convo between Daphne and Colin before the Saphne wedding.

#daphne bridgerton #colin bridgerton #bridgerton #family feels #saphne #daphne basset #daphne x simon #fic prompt #story prompt #fanfiction prompts

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eleanor-bradstreet · 1 year

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Almost Home (Benedict Bridgerton x Reader)

Benedict Bridgerton x gn!Reader Modern AU Rated: G Word count: 1.3k

Summary: Meeting the Bridgerton family was everything you needed to take the next step with Benedict.

Author’s Note: It was 3am. I wrote a thing. I now have a disorder where I can’t listen to a song without my brain concocting a Benedict story around it. Almost Home - Reprise by Moby, Novo Amor, et al.

Your mind was made up now. The sureness of your decision settled over you comfortably as you stared out the window of the car, shadows of trees racing by. You didn’t allow the logistics to sully the warm, nearly buoyant sensation flooding through you. Everything would be taken care of, he would make sure of it.

You trailed your fingers down the side of his face as he laid in your lap, tracing the length of his sideburn and the angle of his jaw. You thought you heard him hum lightly with satisfaction as you repeated the motion.

The party had been a success, both for its honoree and for yourself. Though you had been hesitant to attend and raging with insecurities upon your initial arrival, Benedict had been right that it was the perfect opportunity for you to meet his family. Such an event was bound to happen eventually, but for you it held particular significance. It was your final litmus test for this relationship, the one barrier to you finally acquiescing and moving in with him.

You had been seeing each other for nearly a year, but you were not the sort to cohabitate quickly. As much as you longed to spend every waking moment with Benedict, as certain as you were that he could fulfill every desire of your body and need for companionship in your heart, there was one more piece of a shared life together than you needed to make sure would fit. No matter how happy Benedict could make you every day as your partner, you knew you would always feel a void without the love of a good family behind him. It was a void you already lived with, having no family of your own except one sister who lived far away. Your childhood had been happy, filled with aunts, uncles and your doting parents. But the passage of time had seen them all fade, stolen from you by illness or the resulting scars of loss, and one by one they had fallen away, leaving you with solitary Christmases and birthdays that you had to celebrate for yourself, if you chose to recognize them at all.

You didn’t need an extended family to thrive of course, but you wanted it. You wanted to feel held by more than one person if you should ever be in need. You wanted to have somewhere that felt like home outside your own flat, a place to visit for the holidays where you could hear laughter and justify cooking for more than two people. Benedict knew this. He had rocked you when you learned of your cousin’s passing, and supported you when you decided that speaking to your father was no longer in the best interest of your mental health. He had told you about his family, his devoted mother and all seven of his brothers and sisters, some of them already having children of their own. You sensed that he didn’t talk about them as often as he wanted to because he didn’t want to draw comparisons between your situations or seem boastful. You had avoided asking much about them too, your imposter syndrome rearing every time you considered meeting an actual viscount or visiting a legitimate ancestral home. But when the Bridgerton siblings had banded together to plan their mother’s birthday party, you knew you would be meeting them all at last.

Everyone had been so welcoming to you, it felt as if it were your party. You didn’t have time to be awed by the dizzying size and beauty of Aubrey Hall because Benedict’s sister-in-law Kate had looped her arm through yours and began narrating to you the key points to note for each Bridgerton sibling and party guest. Don’t leave unattended plates around Colin, careful what you say around Penelope, don’t get Eloise started on politics, Phillip makes the best cocktails, Daphne will be the most willing to tell you all of Benedict’s most embarrassing childhood stories, and Simon may look intimidating, but wait until he starts singing to his children. Anthony, her husband the Viscount, had an air of suspicion about him when you first met, but as the night progressed and you held your own in the games and good-natured ribbing, you saw him soften and even nod at you with a small, accepting smile. You respected his wariness. Of course the eldest should be looking out for his brother and making sure he had found a good match.

Then there was Violet, gentle with her gaze and sharp with her tongue, ready to spar with and scold her children as needed, but always with an undeniable air of love. She glowed throughout the day as she was lavished with praise and gifts, demuring that she didn’t deserve any of it. She wept when Anthony gave a toast in her honor, and wept harder when she opened Benedict’s gift, a still life painting of violets and lilacs arranged together. And she had gravitated toward you, even more than Kate had, always inviting you into each conversation and resting a soft hand on your back whenever you were feeling overwhelmed. She was an embodiment of motherhood, exuding warmth and comfort to everyone around her, not just her own children. It was almost as if she knew your story, or perhaps Benedict had told her, that you had no mother of your own and were craving precisely the sort of kindness she extended to you. When the event drew to a close and you said your goodbyes, she had embraced you just tight enough and just long enough that you fought not to cry as you pulled away and joined Benedict in the hired car.

As if Benedict weren’t already perfect enough, you had fallen as quickly and madly in love with his family as you had with him. They were everything your broken heart wished for and could never have imagined finding. A massive, joyous, bickering family that generated a palpable sense of love when they gathered. It was more than you could ask for, an answered prayer.

A bit drunk and entirely exhausted, Benedict had flopped into your lap in the back of the car as it sped toward the city. Eyes closed, a satisfied smile played on his lips as you held his head, one hand carding through the dark waves of his hair and the other tracing his face. However you had managed to find him, and however he had chanced to love you, you didn’t know. But you were grateful for it. Perhaps it was the trade off, the universe finally delivering you a happy turn after it had taken so much from you.

You had no hesitation now in taking the next step and moving in with him. You knew this step would be short-lived with how frequently he spoke of ‘forever’ and ‘someday’ and how he had recently developed a fascination with the fingers of your left hand. But you found you had no misgivings about marrying him. You would do it tomorrow if he asked. You wanted, no, needed to keep him forever. Him and his beautiful family, who had showered you with so much love you were left speechless. The hard ground you had tread in your past had yielded treasure and you were ready to turn away and leave all the pain behind, to let go and enter this world that felt so right for you.

When you started to recognize the streets leading up to Benedict’s flat, you smoothed his hair and bent to kiss his forehead, then ghosted your lips over his as you whispered to him.

“Wake up, my love. We’re almost home.”

No tags, I'm just goofing.

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