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The Sun and Moon

Part 13/END

Request: Yes or No

God it feels good to properly end a series

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The Granville house had been quiet for days. All their typical parties had been abruptly canceled and their friends had received no further word from them. The couple did not speak a word to each other nor to their servants, keeping to themselves instead. Dolly spent her days shuffling in and out of the guest room where the youngest Granville resided, labored breathing and occasional twitching being the only thing telling them he still had life in him. Five days, Theodore had counted, since the young man had fallen unconscious and remained in his sickly comatose state. The servants had quickly gotten used to the silence, working around the couple and continuing their work. The doctor visited once every day, taking the man's vitals and reporting the same thing to Henry.

"His health has not improved, but it has not declined either. We'll see what we can do when he awakens."

On the third day of no improvement, Lucy had lashed out and sent a flurry of insults toward the doctor, screaming as her husband dragged her out of the room. Since then, the doctor avoided giving any sort of report to them with her in the room. The only other visitors they got were servants sent from the Sharmas and Bridgertons. Flowers, letters, small gifts. Dolly made sure to replace the flowers once they began to wilt, replacing them with the ones Violet Bridgerton sent. Carnations, peonies, orchids. She made sure to add a card for Lucy each time, words from one mother to another. Lady Danbury had extended her help, offering to pay the doctor for his work. Or rather lack of.

The Bridgerton residence felt no different than the Granvilles. Quiet, solemn. Benedict kept to his studio and when he got home, he asked his mother for news before locking himself in his room to write letters or sketch. Anthony had been no different. He remained in his office most days, drowning himself in bourbon and endless work, just as he did prior to getting closer to (Y/N). Hyacinth and Gregory asked for news at least thrice a day, having the same reaction when their mother told them the same thing.

On the sixth day, when the sun began to peek through the curtains, (Y/N) flinched and opened his eyes, squinting up at the unfamiliar ceiling. He could hear birds softly chirping outside and as he heaved himself up into a sitting position, he spotted his furry friend at the foot of the bed, peacefully napping. Something wet slipped from his head, falling on his lap with a squelch. A wet rag. Furrowing his brows, (Y/N) set the rag aside and leaned back into the pillow.

"Poppy, darling, you can't be on the bed." He turned his head as Dolly entered the room with a vase of flowers in hand. She looked up when she noticed movement, gasping and dropping the vase, the shattering sound echoing through the room and awakening Poppy as well as alerting the rest of the house.

"Christ, Dolly, do you wish to give me a heart atta-" Stopping himself, Theodore stared at the young man as he rubbed his eyes.

"It's too early for this." (Y/N) muttered, voice barely audible and throat dry.

"What is the meaning of this?" Lucys' voice rang through the hallway and she stepped into the room, eyes falling on the broken vase before she looked up at her servants, brows furrowing and head turning in the direction of her son.

"Dearest.." She breathed, taking slow steps, almost as if she were afraid if she moved suddenly it'd shatter the moment. Lucy reached forward and hesitantly touched his face, gasping softly as the tears freely fell from her cheeks. Sniffling, she waved to the servants. "Someone fetch Henry!" She ordered, climbing further onto the bed and cradling her son in her arms, frail body shaking from the sobs.

"I-I'll inform Mr. Granville a-and get the doctor." Theodore stuttered, stumbling over the wet flowers scattered across the floor as he exited the room.

"What's going on?" (Y/N) questioned, arms weakly wrapping around his mother.

"You've been asleep for five days," Dolly explained quietly, blinking a few times before she crouched down, frantically picking up the flowers on the ground and setting them on a drawer before stepping closer to the bed, releasing a breath of relief. She lifted a hand and fanned herself before letting out a soft, relieved chuckle. "I'll get some soup for you, (Y/N). You must be famished." With that, the maid left the room as the other servants began peeking into the room, collectively gasping and muttering amongst themselves.

"What is Dolly talking about?" (Y/N) looked at his mother when she pulled back. Lucy wiped the tears from her cheeks and sniffled, affectionately stroking the side of his face.

"Lord Bridgerton went to see you at the estate. He claims that when he got there, you could barely walk. You collapsed in his arms. He tended to you until a doctor arrived the next day and you were brought back." Lucy explained, gently taking his hand and setting it on her lap, rubbing her thumb back and forth. (Y/N)s' lips parted, eyes shifting onto the flowers on the nightstand, the many letters beside it stamped with the Bridgerton symbol.

"He-"

"He left as soon as you were brought here. He hasn't returned." (Y/N)s shoulders slumped at his mother's words. Had he flaked cause things had gotten hard? Cause he couldn't handle it? Henry entered the room, disrupting (Y/N)s' thoughts.

"Father..." (Y/N) breathed. The first time Henry had looked had him since the wedding. Henry glanced at his wife, stepping over the glass and wet floor before he took a seat on the bed.

"Theodore... he- he said..." Henry swallowed, raising a hand to his face and releasing a shaky breath. A parent's worst nightmare; facing the possibility of losing their child without warning. Lucy reached over to rub her husband's back soothingly, sighing as all the tension from the past few days left her body.

"I'm okay." (Y/N) assured softly. "I'm okay."

"And we are so glad," Henry whispered, sniffling softly.

(Y/N) spent most of the day, resting. He kept himself entertained by reading the many letters, all from different friends. Kate, Benedict, Violet, and even Edwina. Not a single one from Anthony. He could hardly recall anything from the day he fell unconscious. The whole day had felt like a blur and the only thing he could remember distinctly had been Anthony calling out to him. Had Anthony truly taken care of him? Why had he left as soon as he could?

"The doctor says you'll be feeling better with some medicine," Dolly revealed as she got a spoonful of the liquid the doctor had given them. "Says it could be as early as tomorrow." She smiled, placing a hand under the spoon to avoid making a mess before bringing it to his lips. (Y/N) wrapped his lips around the spoon, swallowing the medicine and cringing, the bitter taste making the hairs on the back of his neck stand tall. Dolly offered him a glass of water which he gladly took, hoping it'd wash away the horrible taste.

"Your parents have refused to see any visitors for you until you feel better," Dolly stated, setting the spoon down on the table and taking a seat on the bed. "But, I did hear from one of the maids that Lord Bridgerton plans on visiting as soon as possible."

"Now? After all this time?"

"I know, but... The day you collapsed, he came here. He wanted to speak with you and your parents. I wasn't present, at that moment, but Theodore told me he gave a rather heartfelt speech and claimed he wished..." Dolly trailed off, a small smile toying at her lips.

"He wished what? Dolly, come on!" (Y/N) gently took her arm, shaking it lightly. Dolly laughed and shifted to face him, leaning in playfully.

"He wished to propose. Said that no matter what your parents thought, he was set on doing it. If you accepted, he'd said a small private ceremony could be held." Dolly giggled and scooted closer, taking his hands into hers and giving them a squeeze. "I believe him, (Y/N). Theodore may be hesitant, especially because of this sudden illness, but I truly believe he cares for you."

"What if he gets bored, Dolly? What if in a few months he realizes he wants a bride and a child? These types of relationships rarely last long. The thrill of secrecy and meeting under the cover of night... It can grow tiring and boring. What if he realizes the only thing he felt for him was just... a rush, or lust even? I cannot deal with another heartbreak, Dolly." (Y/N) shook his head, feeling his eyes begin to water. "I- I cannot."

"My darling, you've let the doubts plague your mind. Miss Edwina would not have called off a wedding hosted by Her Majesty if she did not believe Anthony loved you. I know you're afraid... Heartbreak is terrifying. But how will you know if you don't take risks? Take it from someone who did not take a chance on the one she loved... and now spends most days wondering what could've been." Dolly squeezed his hands once more.

(Y/N) wiped away the tear trailing down his cheek with his shoulder and sniffled. Dolly was right, that he knew. He couldn't let fear guide him forever. He had to trust himself and his heart. He had to trust Anthony and his words. He had seen something in Anthony had Somerset House, something that had pulled him toward the Bridgerton.

(Y/N) looked forward and bit back the smile toying on his lips, clearing his throat softly. “Is the painting to your liking, My Lord?” (Y/N) asked, seeing him turn to look at him out of the corner of his eye. (Y/N) kept his gaze on the painting and smiled fondly at the memories it came with. The painting was of Primrose Hill at sunset; when the sun would cast lovely shades of soft pink and warm orange against the shimmering water.

“It is quite lovely, Mr. Granville. I don’t believe we’ve ever been acquainted, have we?”

“We have not, I’m afraid. Lovely to meet you, Lord Bridgerton.”

“Please, call me Anthony, I insist.” (Y/N) turned to look at him and felt his skin lightly flush. As handsome as the ladies made him out to be, but he had a past of being arrogant and belittling.

“It’s impressive how much talent you posses at the mere age of..”

“Five and twenty, My Lord.”

(Y/N) had been so unprepared for what would happen over the course of a couple of months. But the more (Y/N) thought about his time spent with the Bridgerton, the more he realized that he wouldn't change a thing if he could go back. Even if it meant having to go through heartache once more because of Anthony. Even if it meant disobeying his father again and being the source of his disappointment.

"I suppose... We'll see how he truly feels." (Y/N) smiled at Dolly. She smiled widely and brought him in for a hug, sighing softly as she rubbed his back. She pulled back, giving his shoulders a squeeze.

"The Featheringtons are hosting a ball-"

"The Featheringtons?"

"Yes, I know, shocking. But, I heard they've invited everyone, including the Bridgertons and Sharmas. While the chances of Lord Bridgerton attending are low, if he does, you'll be able to speak with him." Dolly told him, running her hands down his arms. "If you're feeling well, perhaps we can convince your parents to allow you to go."

"It'll be a battle, for sure." (Y/N) laughed softly, smiling as he leaned forward to rest his forehead against hers.

"Thank you. For everything you've done for me, Dolly." (Y/N) whispered. "You do not get nearly as much credit as you deserve."

"Being part of this family is enough for me." Dolly smiled, pulling back and cupping his cheek. Her eyes watered and she chuckled softly. "You are the child I never got to have." She added, voice cracking toward the never of her sentence. A life filled serving the Granville family and she spent half of it raising a child. Dolly was a mother just as much as Lucy. They all knew that.

Sighing breathily, Dolly stood up and collected the dirty dishes on the nightstand, giving him one last smile before she left the room, greeting Lucy and Henry quietly as she walked past them. The two entered the bedroom and Henry lit the candle on the nightstand as Lucy took a seat on the bed.

"It's shameful for me to say that I did not realize certain things until I stood in this room and wondered if I'd ever see your eyes again." Lucy began, cupping her hands on her lap and staring forward. (Y/N) leaned back into the pillows, glancing between his parents silently. Lucy inhaled and turned toward her son.

"I failed you... As a mother, I failed you in every aspect. I was so caught up in wanting to be like the other mothers of the ton that I realized... I wasn't necessarily ready for a child. I felt as if I needed to prove I was as much a woman as the rest of them by having a child and in the end, I barely know you. I don't remember your first steps or your first words. I don't remember which lessons you excelled at as a child or which ones you had difficulties with. I- I... I have... no excuses. I made a choice when I approached Henry about having a child. I made a choice when I didn't play with you or when I didn't bring you around to the houses of my friends so you could play with their kids. I'd be lying if I said I had a role in the man you are today. And I am so sorry that I didn't try harder. That I didn't put you first above all else. I failed you, I admit that to you. And I hope that you forgive me, even if I don't deserve it. I was selfish and you deserved better." Lucy pressed her lips together and wiped her runny nose, the tears slipping from her cheeks and onto her nightgown.

"I forgive you." (Y/N) murmured, feeling his own warm tears coat his cheeks in wetness. It'd taken twenty-five years for him to receive an apology for his treatment, for his childhood, for the gaping hole in his heart wishing to be filled. While part of him wanted to hold onto the anger and bitterness, the relief of finally being seen and acknowledged washed those feelings away. Lucy gently took his hand into her own and held it, sniffling softly.

"I love you, dearest." She smiled and stood, releasing his hand. Lucy gently patted her husband's arm and made her way out of the room, leaving father and son alone. Henry remained standing beside the nightstand, fiddling with his fingers and avoiding his sons' gaze. He sighed softly, running his finger over his wedding ring.

"I owe you an apology as well. I wasn't the father you needed, I realized this much earlier than Lucy and attempted to make up for it by trying to protect you. I ran from you and from my responsibilities when you were born. I traveled to distract myself from my duties as a father and then... When I saw you were just a little kid... Just a little being in need of me and your mother, I... I tried to do better. I taught you what I could and tried to shield you from society but..." Henry swallowed and shook his head, lifting his gaze to look at his son.

"I also failed you and when I realized it, I grew angry at myself. I was never disappointed in you. You're young and you'll make mistakes. I was afraid of what that could mean and forgot that I was once in your shoes trying to make sense of myself and trying to figure out what love was. I should've done better. I should've listened to you more. For that, I am so sorry."

"All I ever wanted was for you and Mother to love me... And I know you do, but it feels good to finally get an apology after years of wondering if I was just asking for too much."

"You were never asking for too much, (Y/N). You were a child who needed his parents. We love you, no matter what you choose to do."

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(Y/N) felt guilty admitting he hadn't been expecting much from the Featheringtons. Sure, he knew Lady Featherington wouldn't have wanted anything less than perfection, but considering the turbulent year they'd had combined with the new Lord Featherington, he figured they would've waited for next year to host a ball. Though, he supposed, the Featheringtons were always full of surprises. The room had been lightly decorated but the food and refreshment tables were worth salivating over. Of course, the most eye-catching thing they had must've been the stand where the musicians played. (Y/N) couldn't help but wonder if they were dizzy, especially considering the fact it actively rotated.

"Ah, it is a pleasure to see you are alright, Mr. Granville. It is quite kind of you to join us after spending so long bedridden. I do hope you're feeling better." What she truly meant was; I hope you didn't come while still ill. No matter how hard she tried, Lady Featherington had always been easier to read than most. Nonetheless, (Y/N) smiled.

"Thank you for your concern, Lady Featherington. I'm feeling quite alright." He assured and she relaxed, nodding and addressing his mother. Lucy glanced back at him as she left his side to chat with their hostess. It was a mystery how women could so easily pretend to enjoy each other's company.

Looking away from the two women, he spotted Kate and Edwina standing side by side, having what appeared to be a pleasant conversation. (Y/N) hummed and smiled. They'd finally put the betrayal behind them, it seemed. (Y/N) began making his way toward them and chuckled when Kate's face lit up at the sight of him. She looked stunning in her orange bejeweled dress and perfectly done hair.

"Oh, how good it is to see you. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to catch you before I left."

"You're still leaving for India?"

"I'm afraid so." Kate nodded with an apologetic frown. "But, fret not. I promise I'll continue writing to you." Kate's frown turned into a playful smile and she glanced at Edwina, looping her arm around hers. Edwina smiled in return and glanced toward the dancefloor, getting a sudden twinkle in her eye.

"How about a dance, Kate?" She questioned, wasting no time pulling her onto the dancefloor alongside the unsuspecting couples. (Y/N) chuckled as he watched them, almost missing the person staring at him from across the room. Anthony Bridgerton. Anthonys' gaze softened significantly and he leaned over to whisper something to his mother before slowly making his way around the room. (Y/N) turned his attention back onto the sisters, watching Anthony from the corner of his eye until the Bridgerton stood right beside him. The two remained silent, even after the dance ended and another began.

"It's good to see you on your feet."

"It's good to be on my feet." (Y/N) smiled, turning his head to look at him. Anthonys' shoulders deflated as he exhaled softly, eyes scanning his face, almost as if making sure (Y/N) looked okay.

"I can't imagine the fright you must've had. I apologize for the inconvenience."

"There's no need." Anthony dismissed quickly, shaking his head. "I assure you... There's no need to apologize. I am simply glad to know you are well."

"You've always been such a good friend to me, Anthony. Even going as far to play doctor for a day." (Y/N) teased lightly, chuckling when a grin broke out on Anthonys' face.

"Yes, well... I must admit I think I did a pretty decent job at it."

"Ah, did you now?" (Y/N) raised his brows and shifted his body toward him, crossing his arms. Anthony laughed softly and nodded, cocking his head.

"Don't believe me?" He raised his hand and held up two fingers. "How many?"

"Two." (Y/N) answered, only for Anthony to turn his hand and lift another finger in the process so there were three fingers instead. (Y/N) rolled his eyes and smiled widely, looking back toward the dancefloor as couples began to get into position.

"Mr. Granville, would you like to dance?" Anthony asked and (Y/N) blinked, turning his head to look back at him. He furrowed his brows, glancing toward the other guests around them.

"What are you talking about?"

"Right here, right now. Would you do me the honor?" (Y/N)s' lips parted as he stared at Anthony. Not a shred of doubt on his face. He swallowed. Could they really get in trouble for merely dancing?

"You can say no if you-"

"I'll dance." (Y/N) breathed and nodded. Anthony smiled once more and offered him his hand, pulling him onto the dancefloor when he took it. He could feel the gazes of everyone in the room shift onto them, whispering and murmuring erupting from the guests. The music began playing and (Y/N) took Anthonys' other hand, following along with the dance, even as the other couples glanced back toward them and stopped dancing.

"Just keep your eyes on me," Anthony whispered, and (Y/N) nodded. But eventually, they weren't alone. (Y/N) glanced over his shoulder at Edwina and Kate as they danced once more, the two sending them a supportive smile. (Y/N) released a breath and looked back at Anthony, feeling less anxious and more confident.

"Why is no one else dancing?" (Y/N) swore his heart skipped a beat as Her Majesty's voice echoed through the room. She didn't care, (Y/N) realized. She didn't care that two men were dancing together in public, in her presence. And when he looked in her direction, he only saw a genuine, pleased smile on her face. The very thing he needed to fully relax and enjoy himself, letting himself be immersed in the dance with Anthony. Taking his hand once more, the two stared into each other's eyes as the music came to a stop and the dance ended. They stepped apart and (Y/N) released his hand as Lady Featherington hurried into the room claiming she had a surprise for everyone waiting outside. (Y/N) turned his head when the Queen stopped beside them, her knowing smile telling them everything they needed to know. She continued on her way, her ladies-in-waiting quickly following after her. Once she had exited, so did the rest of the quests.

"I'll see you outside." (Y/N) said and turned, joining the crowd as they stepped outside into the garden. He slipped through the crowd and ignored the pointed stares and whispers. He didn't care about the rumors, not anymore. The Queen herself knew and she did not give a damn. So why should he? The people of the ton had and always would be cowards who hid behind their riches and looked down upon others. But (Y/N) had found something genuine and with the Queen's approval at that.

Chuckling to himself, he found a more secluded spot, away from the others where he could watch whatever surprise Lady Featherington had in store for them. Fireworks, most likely. Or perhaps some singers. (Y/N) inhaled the fresh night air and looked up at the sky. Peace, at last.

"You must really love to play cat and mouse, Mr. Granville."

"It's my favorite game." (Y/N) responded and turned to face Anthony, watching him approach. Anthony smirked and nodded, drawing closer until they were face to face.

"I was told what you planned to do once you reached my grandfathers' estate." (Y/N) revealed softly and Anthonys' face fell. "I'll admit, I had my doubts but... If it's true.."

"Yes, everything was true. I love you, and it has taken me far too long to tell you. I've loved you since the day you walked into my life and smiled at me. I love everything about you. I love your passion, your talent, and your kindness. You are everything I want in a person, in a lover, in a spouse. While we wouldn't be married in the eyes of the church and on paper, we would be married to our family and friends. The people who truly matter. You do not have to say yes-" (Y/N) leaned in as the fireworks were lit and set off into the sky, illuminating the two as the guests cheered and watched the fireworks in awe.

Pulling back and chuckling softly at the lovestruck look on his face, (Y/N) smiled and placed a hand on his cheek. "You may be an insufferable bastard sometimes... But my answer will always be yes." He cooed and Anthony smiled widely, leaning into his palm and placing a delicate kiss on his wrist. (Y/N) felt his heart warm and he turned his head to look up at the fireworks, resting his head against Anthonys' chest when he pulled him closer.

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(Y/N) shivered, feeling fingers dancing up his spine. He buried his face further into the pillow, hearing Anthony snicker. The bed shifted as Anthony scooted closer to him, pressing soft kisses along his shoulders and up his neck until he reached his ear. (Y/N) couldn't help but smile.

"You must get up, (Y/N). Everyone's waiting for us. Besides, don't you want to see your surprise?" He cooed into his ear, gently nipping his earlobe. (Y/N) squeaked and released a muffled laugh, raising a hand up to his ear and rolling over onto his back, face scrunching up when the sun hit his eyes. Anthony smiled and leaned down, greeting his husband with a kiss. (Y/N) melted, hands gently cupping Anthonys' face.

"Good morning, my love," Anthony murmured, swooping down to pepper airy kisses to his neck.

"I thought you said we had to go?" (Y/N) laughed softly and pushed him back by his shoulders, lifting his brows up at him. Anthony shrugged innocently and grinned.

"Yes, but I'm sure they can wait a little while longer."

"Mhm, come on." (Y/N) shook his head, lightly pecking the tip of Anthonys' nose and swinging his legs over the side of the bed. He heard Anthony groan softly and glanced back at him, snorting when Anthony dramatically collapsed back onto the bed, sprawled out and with a pout on his face. (Y/N) collected his clothes from the floor and set them in a pile for the maids to take before he searched for a new set of clothes, getting dressed whilst Anthony watched him.

"Weren't you making a big fuss about my surprise?" (Y/N) questioned, getting some of Anthonys' clothes out and setting them on the bed for him. Anthony sighed heavily and dragged himself out of bed, picking up his shirt and leaning over to give him another kiss before he got dressed as well.

"Give me a hint."

"No."

"Please?" (Y/N) pouted, arms wrapping around Anthonys' waist but the Viscount shook his head, one arm wrapping around his shoulders and pulling him toward the door. (Y/N) huffed softly and leaned his head back onto Anthonys' shoulder. The two walked down the halls of Aubrey Hall; the very place they'd had their loving ceremony. Anthony had kept (Y/N) occupied for days, refusing to leave the bed unless absolutely necessary. A new yet welcomed side to Anthony.

Heading down the stairs, (Y/N) nodded to one of the servants as they opened the doors for the couple. (Y/N) cringed and shut his eyes when the sun greeted them, taking a moment to adjust to the brightness before he peered down at the people below. The Bridgertons and Granvilles awaited them, along with three new figures. (Y/N) furrowed his brows and squinted at the familiar purple dress, only to gasp and smile widely, detaching himself from Anthony and practically flying down the stairs.

"Kate!"

"(Y/N)!" Kate squealed, releasing a surprised laugh when she was picked up, arms wrapping tightly around his shoulders as he spun her in a circle. (Y/N) gently set her back down and pulled back, looking back toward the amused Anthony.

"Was this your surprise?"

"I rallied the Sharmas after hearing how much the two of you missed each other," Anthony responded cooly, looking rather proud of himself as he placed his hands on his hips and grinned at them. Kate rolled her eyes and scoffed lightly, leaning in slightly.

"He hardly did anything." She whispered, leaning back and crossing her arms.

"I believe that." (Y/N) laughed and turned to look at Lady Sharma and Edwina, greeting the two of them with smiles. Anthony slithered his arms around (Y/N)s' waist and pulled him back against his chest, looking back at his siblings as they raced to grab their favorite mallets. Edwina and Kate laughed, looping their arms together and retrieving their own mallets as the parents took their seats a safe distance away. Anthony pressed a kiss to his cheek and reached for the black mallet, only for (Y/N) to scoop it up, leaving him with the baby blue one. Anthony squinted at (Y/N) and shook his head, taking the last mallet and facing his family.

Daphne smiled wickedly, swinging her mallet over her shoulder and placing her hand on her hip. "Who's ready to lose again?" A chorus of protests erupted from the crowd and (Y/N) chuckled, turning his head to look at Anthony.

"Hey, Anthony?"

"Mhm?"

"I love you."

#x reader #x you #x y/n #x male reader #bridgerton x male reader #bridgerton x y/n #anthony bridgerton #bridgerton x reader #bridgerton x you #anthony bridgerton x you #anthony bridgerton x reader #Anthony bridgerton x male reader #kate sharma #Violet Bridgerton #Daphne Bridgerton #edwina sharma #lucy granville #henry granville #the sun and moon

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lilliad-dreams · 1 month

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trying desperately to start the first chapter of my bridgerton fic 🥲🥲

#henry granville #bridgerton #benedict bridgerton #benhen #bridgerville #benedict x henry #henry x benedict #bridgerton fanfic #fanfiction

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apinchofm · 6 months

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first kiss prompt from @candicepatton w/benophie

The mistletoe dangles above them and neither Benedict or Sophie know exactly to do.

Trust the Granville siblings to throw a party and they just have to kiss under the mistletoe.

"I...um, do we..?" She asks.

Benedict smirks, "Well, it is a tradition."

Sophie feels her cheeks warm before taking a deep breath. Benedict liked teasing her and she supposed she could once give him a taste of his own medicien

She leans forward and he meets her halfway, his lips crashing against hers in a surprisingly passionate kiss. Her hair tickles his cheeks and he cautiously cradles her face in his hands and he lets out a small laugh. They take a few breaths before kissing again.

*CLICK!*

They jumped apart when they heard the click of a camera and the chuckle of an artist far too pleased with himself.

"Oh that was wonderful!" Henry compliments, enjoying how mortified they both were, "Have the two of you done that before?"

"Uh, no." Sophie stutters out.

"You should do that more often." He says, indicating between the two of them.

"That is an incredibly weird thing to say, Harry! Boundaries!" Benedict chastised as the artist merely skips away with his tinsel tie and camera.

Sophie could not help but laugh, her eyes glittering like the silver sequins on her dress, "This is why I never go to these things.*

Benedict looks at her, "Want to get out of here?"

"I barely know you Ben."

"So, let's go and get some actual food and get know each other." He offers, "Come on, Mistletoe rules."

She laughs, shaking her head, "Why not?"

#drabble #request #m's fluffy nights #benophie #holiday fic #christmas fic #Benedict Bridgerton #sophie beckett #henry Granville

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behindthesefangirleyes · 5 months

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I’m only 2 episodes into season two, but Benedict and Henry should’ve had a romantic arc. Full stop.

#im glad i caved and looked up whether henry was in s2 #I’d have waited for six more episodes only to be disappointed #what a waste of chemistry #benedict bridgerton #henry granville #bridgerton #benedict/henry

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random-person10 · 2 years

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Bridgerton

Ok so i’m rewatching it now out of pure boredom and i’ve realized somethings and one of them is that Eloise is a fucking idiot.

Don’t get me wrong, she is one of my favourite characters but for someone who reads so much and counts as more curious than others she is absolutely oblivious to things that are impossible to be oblivious about.

First of all, the thing about her not knowing how babies are born. I get it, her mother didn’t explain squat, that’s fair, but Eloise reads... there are poems, books, and many many scripts that mention that shit. Now yes, that is fault of the show writers fine, but still I found it so dumb that they tried to make a gag out of it when it just wasn’t consistent.

Second thing, the number of times that Penelope has slipped and almost revealed herself in season 2. Eloise was able to find the same fucking paper material as whistledown’s but could not figure out that Penelope’s speech about being an observer of gossip was ample evidence.

Another thing that bugs me is how little the show writers show her writing talent. If Eloise is so keen on becoming a writer, why aren’t we shown any of it? We get to see benedict’s art and his adventures at it but never get a glimpse at her writing or her love for it other than that she reads. Yes, benedict is a man and gets to peruse his passion, but that doesn’t mean that we can’t get a glimpse at her own life in a single episode. All I see from Eloise is her remarks on sexism and how shitty stereotypes are, which I love to see, but I would also like to see her talent, it just feels like they wanted to add a feminist character for the lines and attitude.

I know Eloise isn’t meant to be some sort of genius, but rather someone who is able to recognize the silliness in the world around them, it’s just that her curiosity and consumption of knowledge doesn’t match some of the things she does.

However, I do love many other things she does, like when she states to her mother how her beliefs and actions are not just some act of rebellion for others to admire. I love that scene and wished they could’ve explored that part of her more. Because that’s what it’s truly about.

Another is how she wants to look for Lady Whistledown in order to discuss ideas and shit woman-to-woman, it’s very wholesome and I liked her detective attitude towards it.

Also, Colin is not a character. He has less personality and presence than fucking gregory, but alas, I always thought this and just wanted to mention it. I know a lot of people love him and I get it I guess but like all he has is being Penelope’s love interest and even that is flavourless and feels half-assed. I just wish that the writers put a little more effort into the siblings.

I hate how they queer baited people with Benedict just to make him the straightest person in season 2. Heart eyes for both men and women, looking at both the naked figure of men and women, literally admiring Henry Graville, not his life, but him, and then throwing it all in the trash is so fucked up. I still hope they at least make him canonically bi.

I loved how they showed Anthony’s growth, in season 1. He showed that he could learn from the mistakes he did with his sister and mother and actually changed his ways, it was so refreshing.

Daphne’s trick/rape with Simon was horrible I lack the words for it,I know the book had it, but the show could’ve literally avoided adding it, its triggering and totally evil I don’t even know what to say. I don’t know whether to hate Daphne or the writers because her character was totally amazing up until that episode.

I used to hate the Featheringtons a lot on my first watch but actually enjoyed watching them this time around idk it just felt different. I guess I had a little more morality the first time and just don’t care this time but yeah no I love them, especially Lady Featherington, she fucking rules bro, she’s a little evil but she’s what Eloise wished she was. Lmfao jk but yeah Lady Featheringtons a boss.

love mama bridgerton, she deserves better, (should teach her kids about sex coz wtf) shes my love.

love lady danbury, she also deserves better.

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kinslayersadvocate · 1 year

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Funny how they made racism magically disappear in Bridgerton but not homophobia. Why?

Let's be honest: there was no reason for them to include Granville's story. It did absolutely nothing for Benedict's arc, as Sienna did for Anthony. None of those involved reappeared in s2; they are not being developed like Mondrich or Madame Delacroix.

So what would be the reason for including it, if not as a excuse to not make endgame queer couples?

Especially because they're too cowardly to write any romance that can't end with a wedding and a traditional Happily Ever After, even more with the main couples. We won't get a love-despite-homophobia either.

#bridgerton #benedict bridgerton #henry granville #rant

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silverhallow · 1 year

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When Sophie Met the Granville’s

Sophie felt nervous about meeting Benedict’s mentor. Henry Granville had been an important part of Benedict’s life and his progression with his artwork, though Benedict kept trying to tell her his art was down to her lately rather than her old mentor…

But he had been an important part of making Benedict understand that there was a life that he could live with Sophie. That whilst society might shun them, he didn’t need society, all he needed was Sophie. Benedict had told her about his speech a few years ago.

And though he had been nervous about it, he had sat Sophie down and told her about his past, including his double dalliance with Mrs Granville and Genevieve Delacroix.

Sophie had been a little shocked but not surprised. She had figured that Benedict would have a past with women and that he had a bit of a reputation with women, not like his brother’s but still, she knew he was a bit of a rake.

She knew about Sir Henry Granville’s parties as well. She knew their reputation, both the art ones he held as part of respectable society, and the ones that were only known by a select number

She knew of those parties because some of the other maids that she worked with who would often model at these parties and one or two of them had engaged in some of the extra activities and she’d heard in a lot of detail about those activities and was rather looking forward to being married to try some of the things out that she heard about but in the meantime, she felt a little sick to meet the Granville’s.

Benedict told her what he had witnessed and seen.

He had told her that whilst he had not mentioned her by name at the time, Henry knew about Sophie’s background, but not who she really was. As far as Henry was concerned Sophie was a maid.

Sophie knew that she would receive no judgement from the Granville’s but it hadn’t stopped her from feeling nervous about meeting them.

She had been a ball of nerves since Benedict had suggested it so that it wasn’t at the Wedding Reception that she would meeting them, and she had found meeting Genevieve the day after she had heard about her and Benedict’s affair, to be rather weird and a little stressful since the woman had been fitting her for her wedding dress.

To meet Lucy Granville on her wedding day may give her some sort of heart failure so she had agreed to Benedict’s proposal that they go for tea the afternoon before they left for Kent.

Violet had agreed, as Lucy and Henry were married they were an acceptable chaperone, and she had no idea about Benedict’s past with Lucy Granville.

The day of Sophie’s meeting the Granville’s arrived and she felt quite nervous as she got herself ready. She had told Violet she was quite able to get herself ready and that she was in no need of a ladies maid and though Violet and Benedict said she should have one, she had backed them down to at least let her get through her wedding and honeymoon before they would acquire one…

And the second Ladies maid in the Bridgerton Household was getting Violet and Hyacinth ready for their journey to Kent where the wedding would be taking place.

Sophie was able to spend an hour getting herself ready and fretting over what to wear, before she ultimately decided on a dark green dress. It was one of the few items that Genevieve had already prepared that would fit Sophie without any sort of adjustments being required.

After tea with the Granville’s Sophie would be going over to Bridgerton House for the night before they would leave for Kent the next morning and then the wedding the day after. It had been a whirlwind of a day and she felt exhausted but she was determined that she would meet the Granville’s before the wedding.

Benedict made his way over to Number 5 to collect his fiancee, wearing a green waistcoat and Violet chuckled to herself as she went to collect Sophie who was talking to Hyacinth in the parlour.

“What is so funny, mother?” Benedict asked as Violet walked away

“You’ll see” Violet replied with a wave of her hand and when she reappeared two minutes later with Sophie, he saw what was so amusing.

They were matching. The colour of his waistcoat was almost identical to that of Sophie’s dress, to the point he was sure that his tailor had either taken the fabric from Genevieve or she had provided the fabric to his tailor.

Sophie beamed and giggled “You’d have thought we had planned it” she grinned as Benedict walked over and took her gloved hand and kissed it. It was all he dared do in front of his mother. His ears were still ringing a little from the slap he had received when he brought Sophie home for 7am looking rather dishevelled.

Benedict smiled “you look beautiful” he said taking her arm “mother we shall go directly to Bridgerton House from the Granville’s. Kate will be expecting us. I hope this is acceptable”

“Very well, I shall see you tomorrow at Aubrey Hall, Benedict, I swear if you do not behave yourself, I will render your wedding night, and honeymoon entirely useless” Violet warned as she watched the newly engaged couple make their way out of the house into the waiting carriage.

“Don’t worry she doesn’t mean that. She wants more Grandchildren” Benedict grinned as he saw the flush on Sophie’s cheeks once they were out in the June sunshine.

“Benedict” Sophie hissed, her face going more red. Benedict’s words had turned the waiting footman red in the cheeks as he looked at Sophie and Sophie just wanted the ground to swallow her.

She might have enjoyed listening to the stories the other maids and footmen would tell, and might enjoy the attention from her soon-to-be husband but it didn’t mean she wanted the entire world to know what they were doing.

That and they weren’t even married yet, the fact she had anticipated her wedding vows four times already… was enough to have her redder than a raspberry.

“Oh bish” Benedict said as he helped Sophie up into the carriage “it’s nothing they’ve not heard or seen before with my brother and his wife” he said climbing in after her and sitting next to her on the seat.

“And… my darling, when we leave for our honeymoon from Aubrey…” he said, leaning in and whispering in her ear as the door shut and they heard the footman getting onto the carriage and readying the horses to depart “nothing they won’t hear from us the moment we set off”

“Benedict!” Sophie practically yelled, slapping his shoulder as her entire body flushed with embarrassment and as much as it pained her to admit it… anticipation.

Benedict just laughed and pressed a kiss to the pulse point in Sophie’s neck, a place he had learned would make her moan with unbidden passion.

Sophie bit her lip to avoid it as he moved back to ear and with a husky growl whispered “I’d give you a little preview of the pleasure that can be had in a carriage… but the Granville’s do not live that far away and I fear if I were to hear you moan and scream as I tasted you… we would never make it to tea”

Sophie swallowed, sure her entire body was completely red with embarrassment as she decided two could play that game “well then Mr Bridgerton…” she said in what she hoped was a seductive voice… “it is a shame and I would offer to use my mouth and taste you but alas… I fear we will not make tea and I find myself rather… parched right now but if you are a good boy during tea and through supper with your brother and Kate… then perhaps I shall reward you in kind tonight… if you are able to make it to my bedchamber without being caught”

Benedict blinked and looked up from Sophie’s neck where he had been lavishing kisses, shock and arousal evident on his face.

“You… You…” he stammered, unable to find the words as he heard every little innuendo and he felt is cock twitching in his breeches.

Sophie burst into fits of giggles as she saw his face “you minx”

“You started my darling” Sophie replied innocently smoothing down her skirts “perhaps you should sit opposite me rather than next to me so that we are not tempted and you can be a good boy” she teased

“Minx! Behave” Benedict grumbled as he started trying to think of mathematical computations to get his growing erection to subside.

“You started it” she said sweetly.

“Oh what did I do to deserve such a wonderful wife” he chuckled shaking his head

“Do you need help with that?” she grinned gesturing at his rather obvious bulge

“You just said we do not have time…” Benedict grumbled

“Well no, you said it, I just repeated it, but I was more thinking I could tell you about the time I watched one of the footmen cleaning up after a party and tripping down the stairs with a rather full chamber pot…”

Benedict gagged at the image in his head but it worked, any thought he had about Sophie sucking him, or him disappearing under her skirts, had gone and his erection had gone down quicker than the time he had forgotten to lock the door and his mother had walked into his room when he was 16.

“Oh that… that’s just…” he gagged again but Sophie was too busy giggling away in her seat.

“It worked didn’t it?” she asked innocently.

“I do believe you might be the death of me my love” Benedict said putting an arm over her shoulder as the carriage continued it’s short journey

“Perhaps but you will die a happy man”

“With you by my side for the rest of my life… I absolutely will be a happy man” he smiled warmly, pressing a loving, gentle kiss to her lips.

Sophie smiled, their little chat and teasing had done a lot to make her forget her nerves about meeting Sir and Lady Granville and as the carriage came to a stop Sophie felt perfectly relaxed and she couldn’t help but wonder if that had been part of Benedict’s plan.

“Come on my love, I do not wish for us to be late, Henry’s cook makes wonderful shortbread” Benedict smiled brightly.

The carriage door opened and Benedict alighted first, offering his hand to Sophie who climbed down and looked up at the small townhouse situated about 10 minutes from Mayfair.

It was quaint and reminded Sophie of Benedict’s bachelor lodgings just a little less grand.

Sophie followed Benedict up the stairs and when he knocked the door opened, there was no butler but an older gentleman beamng “Bridgerton! I feared you had gotten lost… or decided not to come!”

“Granville, I would never miss the opportunity to have your cook's shortbread. It will be a while before I am back in London after tomorrow” Benedict grinned at his mentor.

“Come in, come in. I gave the butler and the likes the afternoon off, just a chance to chat you know. Get to know one another” Henry smiled as he peered at the blonde on Benedict’s arm.

“Thank you” Benedict said as he gestured for Sophie to lead the way into the house.

Once in and the door was shut Benedict made the introduction between Sophie and Henry.

“Sir Henry Granville, allow me the pleasure of introducing you to my fiancee, Miss Sophia Beckett… Sophie, this is Sir Henry Granville, my mentor and friend” Benedict said

Sophie bobbed a curtsey and offered her hand to Henry as was custom “It is a pleasure to meet your Sir Granville, Benedict has said such wonderful things about you and your art” Sophie smiled sweetly

“And he has told me such wonderful things about your my dear, and has not done justice to your beauty with his words” Henry smiled “but please… call me Henry, we are amongst friends are we not Miss Beckett”

“Very well Henry, then i insist that you call me Sophie, it is what my friends call me” Sophie smiled

“Come on we best make it into the sitting room before Lucy comes thundering out looking for us” Henry grinned

“Oh I am sure she won’t take lightly to you saying that Henry” Benedict chuckled.

Henry laughed “oh I have no doubt but she was just ensuring the cook made enough biscuits as she knows how much of a fiend you are for them” he said as he led them down the hallway towards their drawing room.

Benedict beamed and Sophie chuckled “perhaps I should ask Lady Granville if her cook would be prepared to give us the recipe”

“If you ask really nicely I am sure she could” Henry said as he opened the door to the drawing room and he led them into the room where Lucy was waiting. She stood instantly and looked at her husband through narrowed eyes

“It does not take that long to open the door, I know James normally answers the door but it isn’t that heavy” Lucy teased

“Sorry dearest, but I couldn’t pass an opportunity to tease Benedict” Henry grinned

“Well that’s even worse, you know you are meant to share in that particular pleasure” Lucy smirked as Benedict walked in the room with Sophie on his arm and Sophie giggled and Lucy looked at her and Sophie felt her entire body go red wondering if it was perhaps a bit inappropriate for her to giggle.

She also wasn’t sure if her blush was due to the fact that her soon to be husband had slept with this woman and she felt a little self-conscious about that. How did one act around a former lover of one’s soon to be husband?

“Lucy, may I present Miss Sophia Beckett… Benedict’s Fiancee… Miss Beckett may I present my wife, Lady Lucy Granville” Henry said making the introductions.

Sophie bobbed a curtsey “it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance Lady Granville” Sophie said, suddenly feeling very timid and shy.

“It’s wonderful to meet you too, Benedict has told us so much about you that I feel we are friends already, so please call me Lucy, I am sure Henry has already told you to call you by his name” Lucy smiled warmly, seeing the way the younger woman was looking a little uncomfortable she wanted to put her at ease as best as she could.

“He did. That would be lovely thank you” Sophie said

“Why don’t we all take a seat as I am sure I can see Benedict about to start salivating at the smell of the biscuits” Lucy laughed gesturing to the sofa.

Sophie laughed “he is a Bridgerton, be grateful it wasn’t Colin or Gregory, they would have been gone already”

“I saw them at your brother and sister’s weddings, I thought the older one was going to swallow the entire plate of sandwiches whole” Henry chuckled

“That would be Colin,” Benedict said as he sat down next to Sophie.

“How do you take your tea Sophie?” Lucy asked

“Milk with two sugars please” Sophie replied politely as Lucy handed Benedict his tea and a plate of the biscuits.

“Thank you,” Benedict said, putting one of the biscuits straight into his mouth and eating it happily.

“So Sophie, Benedict told us a bit about you but I have to say, and I hope you will forgive me for being forward, but you have a remarkable accent for a former housemaid” Henry said

Sophie nearly dropped the tea Lucy was handing to her, she had expected some questions and it had been the one she had been asked most of her life, from the moment she started working for Araminta she had been plagued by people saying she was so well spoken for a maid.

“I…” She stammered

Benedict put his hand on her leg as Henry blushed “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

“No… it’s okay” Sophie managed to say. “I…” she blinked, not sure what to say or how to answer and looked at Benedict with a little bit of fear as she had no idea what to do or say.

“You can tell them the truth, out of everyone in London, they won’t say anything I promise” Benedict said.

Lucy and Henry looked at one another confused before Lucy spoke “we… we know what it is like to keep a secret, if you want to share… I promise it will come to our graves with us”

Henry nodded “whatever happens in these walls, stays within these walls and doesn’t get spoken about”

Sophie swallowed, took a sip of her tea. She knew from Benedict had told her that she could trust these people, Henry had kept his own secret for years, Lucy kept that secret and went along with the ruse in public. Lucy had never said anything about the parties or her own affairs and kept her husband’s secret.

Benedict took Sophie’s hand and squeezed them “i trust these two with my life, outside of my family, these are probably the only two i’d trust with the truth”

“Okay…” Sophie replied with a deep breath “will… will you help me?” she asked Benedict who nodded.

Over the next 45 minutes Sophie told Henry and Lucy of her past, the second time she had told her story and probably the last as she had no intention of anyone else ever finding the truth. It would be the last time she spoke of it, the story that Violet had told would be the one that would be her future and her past.

Henry and Lucy listened carefully to what they were being told and did their best to keep the horror of Sophie’s past off their faces.

They were shocked to find out what Sophie had been put through and were stunned even more when Benedict told them how Sophie had punched Lady Penwood.

“Wow” Lucy said in a little awe “I mean… I never liked Lady Penwood… One of the models used to work for her and said she was a bitch… if you’ll pardon my french” she blushed a little

Sophie laughed “I mean… she was to everyone but she really hated me”

“I…” Henry said looking at Sophie with wide-eyed shock.

“What is it?” Lucy asked her husband

“I… i think i may have met you as a child” Henry said blinking rapidly and Sophie looked at him with just as much shock on her face as was one his

“I beg your pardon?” Sophie said “You… how?”

“Well… it was just when I was starting out in the field fresh from University, my father and older brother knew your father… and he asked if perhaps I wanted to come to Penwood to practise my portrait skills. Your father wanted a new one and I remember seeing a small girl, you must have been about 9 years old in the Library, wearing a little white dress, no shoes and hair down climbing on the tables to reach for books”

Sophie gasped, her hands flew to her mouth. “You… You were… you were the one who got Cendrillon down for me!”

“I was! Lord… I had always wondered what had happened to the Earl’s Ward but when I enquired with Lady Penwood…” Henry’s face turned pale and he tasted acid in his mouth

“She told those in the village that knew about me that I’d died…”

“SHE DID WHAT?!” Benedict roared, the last of his biscuits on the plate falling to the floor at his outrage.

“Oh come on Benedict, what else was she going to do? There were precious few people who knew who I was or about my existence. I didn’t… I didn’t realise anyone in London knew about me” Sophie said softly. “But there were people in the village that knew about me, and i’d heard her telling someone about a week after my father’s will was read and she told me about the changes…” she smiled sadly.

“If I had known…” Henry said

“Please… don’t. There is no need to concern yourselves with ifs and what if’s and buts, what matters now is that it is in the past, we need no longer concern ourselves with what occurred in the past. Any of what happened in the past” Sophie said with a smile on her face “I am alive, I am safe and that woman can no longer hurt me”

“You are incredible” Lucy said, a breath of awe leaving her as she chuckled at the “in awe” look of sheer adoration of Benedict’s face “if I was in your shoes I am not sure I’d be so bright and perky about the entire thing”

“The way I look at it, yes I can be bitter about what happened to me but what is that going to achieve? I’ve got so much more to look forward to in my life than I ever thought or dreamed possible… by looking back and sulking on what happened means she won… and I refuse to let her dictate or ruin my life anymore” Sophie replied

“That is a very good attitude to have” Henry replied “though Benedict. I do have a question for you?”

“Yes?” Benedict asked looking at his mentor sceptically

“How on earth did you not realise Sophie was your mystery lady from the ball? I mean… I get that she is slimmer than the pictures you first sketched… but the face…” Henry teased and laughed as Benedict went bright red.

“Don’t tease him, he got enough of that last night from his family. My hair is much shorter than it was back then and the weight has come off my face, not just the rest of my body” Sophie said, defending her soon to be husband.

Henry just smiled and watched the two for a moment with a glance to his wife and they could both see the love and devotion the newly engaged, soon to be wed couple had in front of them.

They sat talking for a little while longer before Henry asked Benedict’s opinion on some art that he was working on and the two gentlemen left the room and Sophie tried not to feel too uncomfortable at being left with the woman who knew Benedict intimately.

Sophie’s fingers started to fidget with the skirts of her dress and Lucy noticed and gave Sophie a small smile “You have no need to be nervous around me…”

“I know it’s just… well… I felt a bit odd around Madame Delacroix yesterday… I’m marrying the man you…” Sophie went red.

“Sophie” Lucy said moving to sit closer to her “as we said earlier, what happens in this house. Benedict was a wonderful experience and I won’t lie, it was a fantastic night but anyone with a pair of eyes can see how utterly devoted he is to you… so I promise you, nothing will ever happen in that area again”

“It’s… I…” Sophie swallowed “it’s not that… well not just that… but I just… wonder if he will eventually get bored of me… he has had such an… array of women to keep him entertained… with just…”

Lucy put her hand on top of Sophie’s “Darling girl, when a man loves a woman, he needs no one else… and he will teach you, and should you feel you need any advice, you can always write to me… I am sure the girls who came to our parties told you things”

Sophie blushed but nodded “they did… I… I find that I am eager to learn”

“Then that is all Benedict will ever need, but if you ever wish to talk, or ask anything you can always write or if you are in London, my door will always be open. Henry wishes to support Benedict in any way he can with his art, and from what he has told us of your encouragement to continue with this work… I am positive we will see a lot of each other over the years to come as Benedict continues to flourish”

Sophie smiled “Thank you Lucy, that is very kind. I do wish to encourage his art, he is so talented! He just lacks confidence”

“Well he could not ask for a more supportive wife” Lucy smiled

Sophie beamed at her “and I believe he could not have more supportive friends, nor could I” Sophie said

Lucy hugged Sophie tightly just as the men reentered the room and Henry chuckled “I think we may find our wives end up as thick as thieves…”

“Don’t you know it” Lucy shot back at them, giving Benedict a wink and Sophie just grinned.

It was an innocent smile but he could see that Sophie had found a friend in Lucy and he was pleased that Sophie had someone outside of their family that knew the truth about her.

Lucy and Henry accepted them for who they were and they accepted Lucy and Henry for who they were. The two couples knew the truth about the other and it was nice for each of them as when Sophie and Benedict would come to London, Sophie would always have tea with Lucy and Henry and Lucy would sometimes come to Wiltshire, sometimes with Lord Wetherby but it was refreshing to be themselves with one another.

Sophie and Lucy would write to one another and Lucy would often include some of her adventures at the latest party her husband hosted and when Lucy found that she was pregnant turned to Sophie for advice.

Lucy and Henry find a place outside of London to raise their daughter Emily, moving further north to York where Henry set up studios and so the two couples saw less and less of one another until Emily turned 19 and they decided it was time for her to make her bow in society…

And they saw one another for the first time in nearly 12 years at the unveiling of Benedict’s fourth work of art being presented to the National Gallery and celebrating its unveiling… for the two sets of parents to realise…

Emily and Charlie… had already met and several months later…The Granville’s and The Bridgerton’s became a family.

#bridgerton #benophie #benedict bridgerton #sophie beckett #lucy granville #henry granville

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vibesfc · 2 years

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just realised that benedict's reaction to meeting granville's wife was because he'd just had a threesome with her not because she was granville's beard. i.e., his discomfort was caused by the knowledge that he had cuckolded his new mentor (headcanon: lover)

there is a lot the writers have gotten wrong or could have done better imo, but the subtle insinuation that benedict felt embarrassed by his own behaviour rather than granville's sexuality (as many of us first assumed—i certainly had, at least) was *chef's kiss*

#bridgerton #benedict bridgerton #henry granville #im still waiting for benedict x henry to happen even though know it wont #even if only a fling #or that ben gets to explore his sexuality with someone that isn't a woman at least once before they inevitably bring sophie in #*

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stompyboot · 1 year

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I risk my life everyday for love. You have no idea what it is like to be in a room with someone you cannot live without, and yet still feel as though you are oceans apart.

#henry granville #bridgerton #invisible #i’m a ghost

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folklauerate · 2 years

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Was meant to write. Instead I made fake Instagram posts for the Royals AU. Enjoy!

#bridgerton #anthony bridgerton #kate sharma #kathony #henry granville #benedict bridgerton #benhen #royals au #the set up #a friend of Elton’s

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bumblesimagines · 1 year

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The Sun and Moon

Part 12

Request: Yes or No

Short but necessary as the next part will be the end of this series

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The Great Hall of the Bridgerton Residence... appeared particularly empty, though nonetheless stunning. Soft music wafted from above as (Y/N) stepped further inside. While the ton could certainly be stubborn, could the wedding scandal truly have warranted such an absence? The Bridgertons had gone through their fair share of scandals through the years, as if most of the ton, but he'd never attended a ball with no guests before. The matriarchs had seemed so convincing at the art gallery with their dazzling smiles and white lies.

"I'm pleased to see you, Mr. Granville," Violet called out as her family descended down the stairs, eyes flickering around the room for any sign of other guests. "Were your parents unable to make it?"

"Well..." Henry had chosen to get drunk with his lover and Lucy preferred mingling with her 'friends'. (Y/N) smiled apologetically. "Father was busy with business and Mother wasn't feeling well. They sincerely apologize for their absence."

"Ah, I see." Violet nodded, smoothing out her dress with a gloved hand. The way she sighed told (Y/N) she didn't fully believe him.

Lady Danbury entered the room with the Sharmas, their air of confidence popping like a bubble when they took in the room. Their faces shifted into wide-eyed and borderline horrified expressions. Lady Danbury turned toward Violet, mouth agape. Violet could only sigh once, shoulders slumping as she surveyed the room once more.

"It is still quite early, I suppose." Lady Sharma spoke up, sending Violet a soft, hopeful smile, even though it didn't reach her eyes in the slightest.

"Would you still like us to play, My Lady?" One of the musicians asked Violet, nodding when Violet shook her head and dismissed him gently. With a wave of his hand, the other musicians set their instruments down. The Bridgerton siblings exchanged grim looks and Benedict cleared his throat, stepping toward Anthony as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"If there's no need for my presence, I'll head to my studio," Benedict said, patting Anthonys' shoulder and heading towards the exit. "I do not wish to be around such misery all evening."

"Wait!"

"I know of your opinions, Brother-" Benedict sighed and faced his brother with an exasperated frown.

"You will stay for a dance." Anthony smiled, cupping Benedicts' neck in his hand, appearing rather happy for a man who had originally rejected the idea of a ball and rarely attended them unless he felt obligated to. Stepping away from his brother and looking at everyone, his smile widened, only drawing concerned looks from his family.

"Dancing? With whom?" Colin questioned, glancing at an equally perplexed Eloise.

With a chuckle, Anthony faced the stairwell and tilted his head upward. "Hyacinth!" Hyacinth and Gregory peered over the railing, curiously looking down at their brother. "Come down here and do me the honor!"

"If she gets to dance, so do I!" Gregory called as Hyacinth gleefully raced down the stairs, quickly followed by her brother. Hyacinth approached Anthony with a giggle and took his hand, laughing as Anthony spun her around. (Y/N) smiled fondly and took some steps back, taking Violet and Edwinas' hands as they got into a circle.

"Something lively. A country dance, perhaps?" Anthony called up to the musicians as they gathered their instruments once more. "I believe the theme you have chosen tonight is harmony, Mother."

The music picked up, lively and quick just as Anthony had requested. (Y/N) turned and bowed to Edwina with a big smile before facing the inside of the circle, moving in and out along with the music and everyone else. Releasing their hands, (Y/N) went in the circle as Edwina clapped and laughed before he returned to her, one hand moving to her hip and the other cupping her elbow as they danced in a circle. Edwina threw her head back with laughter, pressing herself to (Y/N)s' as they moved before everyone got back into the big circle once more.

They repeated the first dance move and (Y/N) grinned as Gregory went over to him. Everyones' laughter and giggles echoed throughout the house as they danced, the bitterness and spite from the scandal forgotten for the night. With the third round, Anthony made his way to (Y/N), and (Y/N) acknowledged him with a smile, placing his hands on Anthonys' shoulder and bicep. The two were able to laugh and exchange smiles before the dance ended.

Feeling rather breathless, (Y/N) took a moment to catch his breath, feeling Anthony rest his hand on his lower back. (Y/N) smiled and rubbed his hand against Anthonys' shoulder before stepping away from him so they wouldn't be chastised by the older women. He weakly clapped his hands and chuckled, scanning the room for the refreshment table. He winced when Hyacinth suggested another dance and made a beeline for the lemonade table, picking up a glass and drinking it in one gulp as the others reached for snacks or other refreshments.

"Mrs. Wilson? Is something wrong?" (Y/N) licked his lips and turned toward Violet as Mrs. Wilson approached her with an all too familiar pamphlet. Violet took it from her and began reading, face falling as she glanced at Lady Danbury.

"Is that Lady Whistledown? Has she published, Mama?" Eloise questioned, quickly walking over to her mother.

"Indeed she has. And now we may know why we are the only ones here." Violet muttered, gazing up at her daughter and handing her the pamphlet. Eloise furrowed her brows and skimmed over the contents of the page before releasing a shaky breath, taking some steps back before bolting out of the room and up the stairs. (Y/N) could only imagine what had been written and sighed, setting down his cup and lifting a hand to his face as his headache made its presence known once more. He glanced at the others before walking down a hall, making his way through the mansion he could call a second home.

Pushing through the doors, (Y/N) felt the cold night wrap around him, cooling his flushed skin. He stepped onto the grass and walked through the backyard, listening to the crickets chirp. (Y/N) exhaled softly and peered up at the night sky, counting the twinkling stars until he came across a gazebo. Humming softly, he stepped onto it and took a seat, slipping his glove off and pressing a hand to his forehead.

"Are you feeling alright?" (Y/N) snapped his head up at the sound of Anthonys' voice. The man took slow steps toward him, studying his face with a small frown. (Y/N) nodded and stood, fiddling with his glove.

"Yes, I just needed some air. I'll leave you be-"

"Stay, (Y/N)." Anthony quickened his pace and took his wrist, holding it gently but firmly. (Y/N) swiped his tongue over his lips and sighed softly.

"If they notice-"

"I need you, (Y/N). Be it in my life or in my life. My family is on the brink of ruin and there is nothing I can do, so, please... Stay. Just this once, just tonight." Anthony breathed, taking a step closer to him. (Y/N) could feel his breath on his skin, eyes flickering down to Anthonys' lips for a moment. "Do you know... How many times I have thought about running away with you? Going somewhere far from here where nobody knows us... A place where we won't have to worry about duty or what others think. Somewhere in the countryside where we can act on our desires without hiding..."

"Sounds like a dream." (Y/N) mumbled, lifting a hand and pressing it against Anthonys' chest, lips brushing against his as he tilted his head ever so slightly.

"Do you ever dream of me? Of us?" Anthony asked softly, ghosting his lips over (Y/N)s cheek and down his knee, inhaling the scent he'd become obsessed with over months. (Y/N) inhaled shakily and shook his head, weakly pushing against his chest. "Do you ever dream about how it'd be to give in to our desires? To feel each other, to taste each other? To do things only lovers do in the bedroom?"

"Anthony, we musn't... Not here, not now.. Not ever." (Y/N) whispered despite his fingers wrapping around Anthonys' collar, pulling him closer until they were pressed against each other. Anthony released a low, throaty chuckle and pressed his lips against (Y/N)s neck, arms wrapping tightly around his waist. Anthonys' hands roamed, exploring newfound territory with the fear of being caught, exploring places that made (Y/N)s' breath hitch.

"The things you do to me without even realizing it.." Anthony growled against his skin.

(Y/N) knew he needed to push Anthony away. If they continued they'd only be putting themselves into even more trouble, more risk. But while his brain screamed at him to put an end to it, every fiber in his being refused to push him away. Even as Anthony pulled down his coat and continued to mark his neck. (Y/N) knew if anyone were to find out, he'd be in a world of misery. But he didn't care. For one night, he'd do as he damned pleased. Even if he knew he'd regret it later.

"Fine, Anthony," (Y/N) breathed and pushed Anthony back slightly, fingers creeping up and grasping Anthonys' jaw firmly. Anthony blinked, eyes widening for a second before they twinkled with mischief and want. "But, we're doing this my way."

And with that, Anthony sank to his knees.

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Slamming the door to his bedchambers, (Y/N) pressed his back against it and squeezed his eyes shut. A million insults ran through his mind as he slid to the floor, burying his face in his hands. Only a complete and utter fool would've done what he did. Spending the night with a stranger? Fine, perfectly fine. Spending the night with Anthony whilst in the middle of him dealing with a scandal? Something only a jester would do. Sleeping with Anthony cemented the risk. In the eyes of Her Majesty and the church, they hadn't just fooled around. They had committed a crime. If anyone will ill intent were to find out, their execution would surely be ordered and no amount of flattery or pleading would save them.

"Are you alright, dear?" Dolly asked, gently knocking on the door. He could hear Poppy whining, her nails scraping against the wood.

"Yes." (Y/N) responded hoarsely, pressing a hand against his warm forehead. He sighed and pushed himself off the floor, tossing his coat on the bed and calling for Dolly to enter. She opened the door, allowing Poppy to trot inside first before she stepped in and shut the door. She watched him silently for a moment.

"Do you want anything?"

"I want my bags packed." (Y/N) muttered, sinking onto his bed. "Some time away from here will do me some good."

"Your grandfathers' estate, I presume?" Dolly's question didn't need an answer as she already knew it was a yes. She opened his closet and began pulling out clothes, glancing back at the young painter with a small frown.

"Perhaps you ought to visit the doctor before leaving."

"I'll be fine, Dolly." (Y/N) assured her, falling back onto the bed and staring up at the ceiling. His vision shifted and he shut his eyes, ignoring the nauseous feeling creeping up his body. He draped an arm over his eyes, listening to the shuffling of Dolly moving around his room. He felt Poppy hop onto the bed and smiled at the feeling of her curling up against his body. Using his free hand to pet his furry friend, (Y/N) waited for Dolly to be finished before he rose up.

"I'll have Carly and Tonia join you later in the evening so they can tend to you," Dolly informed him as she set the single luggage on the bed, reaching over to place her hand on his knee. (Y/N) placed his hand over hers and gave her a reassuring smile before he rose from his bed, pulling Poppy along with him.

He waited outside with his luggage and Poppy, handing his luggage over to Theodore when the carriage arrived. Theodore made sure his luggage was secure in the back as (Y/N) climbed into the carriage, setting Poppy on his lap. His mother stepped outside, watching him with a solemn look, though she made no move to question him. (Y/N) looked away from her and sighed.

"Are you ready, sir?"

"Yes, Theodore. One last thing.." (Y/N) scooted closer toward the man and leaned in. "Send it to their house in a few hours, please. I wish for a peaceful trip."

"Of course, sir. Take care of yourself." Theodore nodded and stepped back, bowing his head as the carriage began moving, taking (Y/N) away from his home and his parents, away from Mayfair and those in it who would love nothing more than to see his demise for their own enjoyment, away from the Sharmas... Away from the Bridgertons.

When the air became fresher and the sound of the city faded, (Y/N) tried to relax, but it proved difficult with his body and mind aching. He felt needlessly tired, perhaps from the prospect of a trip or from the events of the previous night. (Y/N) hummed and reached up to touch his neck, still feeling Anthonys' lips on him. He could still feel his fingers digging into his hips, into his skin. He could still hear the panting and murmurs.

“Christ, no.” Shaking those thoughts away, (Y/N) turned to look at the passing scenery. The long green grass, clear blue skies, buzzing insects. Occasionally he’d see a horse or a cow, sometimes even people walking alongside the road. It reminded him of Anthony and his words. Living out in the countryside with him sounded... pleasant. Even if he couldn’t see Anthony tending to the farm animals. They could live in a cottage and sell (Y/N)s’ paintings as a way to make ends meet. Their families could vis-

(Y/N) groaned and ran a hand over his face, drawing Poppys’ attention away from her nap. Why had it gotten increasingly difficult to not think about him? Was he truly that.. that in love? (Y/N) swallowed and pulled his half-asleep canine closer. Love... He hadn’t thought about it all that much. He loved Anthony Bridgerton. He loved that arrogant, smug, splendidly stupid bastard. He loved his flaws and perfections. His laughter and smirks. He loved how much Anthony cared for his family. He loved the way he’d woken up in his muscular arms.

He loved him.

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Anthony stared at the ring pinched between his fingers, teeth digging into his bottom lip. He couldn't marry (Y/N), not traditionally. Their relationship would have to be hidden, only shown behind closed doors in the privacy of their homes. But they'd have each other and their families would have to accept them, no matter how they felt. Would they call each other husband? The thought only made his heart flutter. He'd deal with lack of heir and bride when the time came, he determined. He had time.

"Lord Bridgerton, you've got a package from the Granvilles." Anthony looked at the servant and quickly rose from his seat, placing the ring back in its box and sliding it into his pocket. He followed the servant out of his office and took in the large box waiting by the entrance, glancing back at his family as they gathered around, eager to see the contents. The servants opened the box and dipped their hands inside, pulling out an equally large portrait. A portrait of Anthony.

"Oh, Anthony... It's lovely." Violet gasped softly, bringing her hand to her face and covering her lips with her fingers. Anthony swallowed as he stared at it, taking small steps forward and reaching out, dragging his fingers over the dry paint. He swore he could feel the ring burning a hole in his pocket.

Taking a step back, Anthony inhaled and faced the nearest servant. "Ready a horse for me." He ordered and turned, heading back to his office as the servant hurried off.

"Anthony," Violet called out after him, glancing frantically back at Benedict as she walked after him, blinking when Anthony emerged with his coat in hand. "Where are you going?"

"To do something I should've done a long time ago, Mother," Anthony responded, brushing past his mother and making a beeline toward the doors. He didn't break a stride as the doors were opened for him, feet almost gliding down the steps and toward a footman waiting for him with a horse. Slipping on his coat and taking the reins from the footman, he effortlessly got on the horse and took one last look toward his mother as she stood by the doors. Violet pressed her lips together and nodded, giving him the last push he needed. Tapping the horse with his foot, he set off onto the street, remaining in a walking stride until they reached a path with fewer people on the road. Quickening the horse's pace into a quick trot, he felt his hands grow sweaty and clammy.

But as he spotted the Granville residence come into view, he felt his worries vanish, replaced by determination. Pulling at the reins, Anthony swung his leg over and planted his feet on the ground, handing the reins off to a servant and walking up to the door. He knocked twice and stepped back, digging his hand in his pocket and toying with the soft ring box.

"Yes?" The door swung open and Lucy Granvilles' face greeted him. Her soft features hardened and she frowned, glancing back inside and exhaling deeply. She raised her brows at him, prompting him to speak.

"I wish to speak with your husband and son, Mrs. Granville."

"I'm afraid that's not possible, Lord Bridgerton." Lucy clasped her hands in front of her. "My son is not home at this time."

"Ah, well, perhaps I can wait until-"

"He's gone to my fathers' estate out in the countryside. He didn't mention when he'd return, I'm afraid. You'll have to come by some other time." Lucy grasped the doorknob and forced a smile, pushing the door but Anthony stepped forward and pressed his hand against it, preventing her from closing it.

"Where is your fathers' estate?"

"Lord Bridgerton-"

"Please," Anthony whispered. "I need to speak with him and your husband. It's urgent, I'm sure you'd understand."

"What I understand is that you've done nothing but cause issues since you and my son met." Lucy spat, sneering as she tightened her grip on the doorknob. Anthony opened his mouth to speak, pausing when a man, Henry Granville, appeared at his wife's side. Henry placed a hand on Lucys' back and eyed Anthony with a bitter frown. He stepped in front of his wife and narrowed his eyes.

"What is it, Lord Bridgerton? Have you come to torture our family further? Risk our safety for the sake of your entertainment and pleasure? I'm aware (Y/N) arrived earlier this morning from last night's ball and I doubt he merely slept over. Was that ruined wedding not enough for you? Do you wish to continue hurting others?" Henry questioned, spitting venom like a cobra. Anthony remained silent as Henry got it all off his chest before lifting his head and clearing his throat.

"I know I've done wrong by you and your family. I've hurt your son, I admit. I was foolish and realized too late how I truly feel about him. I refused to listen to my gut and heart... and I've paid for it. I've seen how hurt your son was by me and I will grovel at your feet and beg for forgiveness for years to come if that is what your heart desires. I was raised to be a gentleman, and I have not been acting like one. I sincerely apologize for the hurt I've caused over the last few months. But, I am afraid I did not come here for forgiveness, and instead to confess." Reaching into his pocket and pulling out the ring box, Anthony inhaled and took out the ring. "This is a family heirloom. This is the very ring my father proposed to my mother with. The same ring I foolishly proposed to Miss Edwina with. The same ring I hope to propose to your son with. I understand that our society would never allow us to marry traditionally, but I hope a small ceremony with family and close friends will suffice. If he accepts, of course. I've come here in hope of showing (Y/N) that what I feel for him is real. And if I could get your blessing, it'd make it all the better."

Lucy and Henry stared at the man before them in silence. Lucys' eyes flickered down to the ring he held and she slipped out from behind her husband, stepping forward to take a closer look. She touched her own wedding ring and lifted her gaze to look at Anthony, taking in a deep breath. "Do not make me regret this, Bridgerton." She whispered softly. "Lord Akshay Bhasin. I believe he and your father once-"

"They met for business once. I was there when we visited his estate." Anthony nodded, vaguely remembering the location of the estate. "Thank you, Mrs. Granville." He stepped back and turned, walking toward his horse and climbing back on. With a tug on the reins, he took off, encouraging his horse to quicken its pace until it was running. The estate may have been hours from Mayfair, but Anthony intended to get there before the day could end. He had to. For (Y/N). For the man he'd fallen in love with.

He could finally admit it to himself. Love. Anthony, the man who'd sworn off love and everything surrounding it, had fallen in love. He knew what it felt like to breathe for someone, to wake up each day thinking about them, to look forward to being around them. For once in a long time, Anthony happily looked forward to his future. So when his body ached and his stomach howled, he ignored it. He ignored his body's demand for rest, he ignored his aching legs and burning hands. He paid no mind to the darkening sky as the sun began to lower past the treeline.

He only allowed himself to relax when he saw the mansion rapidly approaching. He leaned back and carefully pulled on the reins to slow his horse down into a much-needed trot, eyes scanning the property until he spotted a figure sitting by the large lake. Without a second thought, he got off his horse, legs burning and screaming for rest. He dug out the ring box, panting softly as he grew closer and closer to him.

"(Y/N)!" He called out, feeling his legs threatening to give out underneath him. The young painter turned his head to look back at him, eyes widening. (Y/N) stood up and stumbled slightly, grunting softly as he brought a hand to his face. Anthony frowned, coming to a stop before him and noticing the light layer of sweat covering his skin.

"(Y/N)...." He whispered, reaching up to cup his face. "You're burning up."

"What are you doing here?"

"We'll talk later. Come now, we need to get you inside." (Y/N) squeezed his eyes shut and nodded, taking a step forward only to collapse in Anthonys' arms. Thunder rumbled in the distance, mixing with Anthonys shouts for help.

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