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saliyahdomera · 11 months

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House of Horrors -S.S

in which you’re betrothed to Ominis but Sebastian has other plans that lead to a night of horrors in the Gaunt Manor

AGED UP TO 18 (in this AU, they get married at 20 instead)

Warning: cussing, some sexual content but not full blown smut, inaccurate social standings and customs and such blah blah, made up Gaunt family members, made up Gaunt names, sorry not sorry, some violence and gore

This horrible and I am so so so sorry. It’s a good plot in my opinion but man I do not know how to write. I apologize in advance. I promise Im a good writer, this one just did not turn out for me but I wanted to post it anyways….

lmk if i missed anything!!

MINOR DNI!! 18+ HIGHLY ADVISED

I heard murmuring downstairs as I exited my room. Descending the stairs, there stood the Gaunt’s. Being bethrothed to the youngest son, Ominis since I was born meant a lot of things. It meant always being seen with him in the social eye, being his eyes when Sebastian couldn’t, and even living with his family.

When my parents died, the Gaunt’s took me in to keep up their end of the deal in light of everything. My family’s fortune was in my hands now, and when Ominis and I get married in two years, our families will combine and so will our riches.

I wasn’t the only one who lived with them. Sebastian Sallow, Ominis’ best friend and his Lord-In-Waiting. Sebastian was always right behind Ominis, being his eyes and making sure he was always taken care of. They were quite inseparable and I’ve grown quite fond of both of them.

“Good morning dear, I hope you slept well.”

“I did, thank you my Lord.” I bowed before Damocles Gaunt, the head of the household and Ominis’ father.

“You do not have to be so formal. Please dear.” He smiled as I muttered a small ‘sorry’ his way. It felt improper not to address him as such.

Everyone was gathered around the table as I sat next to Ominis. “Y/N!” His eldest sister, Catherine, spoke up. “Della and I were going to go pick up our dresses for the ball next week. Would you like to accompany us?”

Ominis had a large family. Being the youngest of seven kids was never easy for him. He was the last to do everything, right now that being married.

The eldest is Catherine, at 28. She has been married to Silas Huntington for 8 years now and has 2 children. Ida, 6 and Lyla, 3.

Next would be the eldest brother, Otto at 26. Him and his wife, Cornelia O’Hara, have been together for 6 years. They have one daughter, Fawn who just turned 2.

Francis is the second eldest brother, at 24. Him and his wife, Charlotte Roûge have been together for 4 years and have twins, Rita and Etta , both just turned 2.

Della is the designated middle child at 21. Her and her husband, Warren Carnell just announced they were pregnant, which is why all the siblings are in town.

The twins, Victor and Genevieve, beat Ominis by 2 years. They are both freshly married to Josephine Beckham and Benjamin Allard.

Ominis is the youngest, at 18. He’s been bethrothed since birth like the rest of his siblings. The only differences between their marriages and his are that his future wife needs to be able to guide him due to his blindness, and so far, no male heirs have been born. Unless his sister Della has a son, it’s up to him to bore an heir to the Gaunt lineage.

Having a child scared him though, he was afraid it was inherit his blindness and suffer as he does.

I looked to Catherine and nodded, “I would love to. I don’t think I have anything to wear.” She reached for my hands and smiled.

“Oh I’m so glad to hear that. I was hoping you didn’t. I sort of had one made for you.”

—

Catherine led me into the back of the shop to the fitting rooms where my dress she had made was waiting for me. She was giddy along with Della, who had come in to make some alterations around her newly popped belly. “Go on! I’ll go get into mine too.”

She ran off as I stepped behind the curtain. In front of me stood the most breathtaking dress. A long dark green velvet gown with a square necklace and long sleeves. The breast line was dropped and the skirt was lined with a beautiful pattern made of gold lace. I took it off the hanger as a woman came in to help me get into it.

Once it was on, I couldn’t move. It fit perfectly. It was a slimmer fit, but not scandalous. I ran my fingers over the fabric, feeling every little detail to take note.

Everytime I got a dress, I had to memorize it with my fingers so I could describe it to Ominis. It was always disappointing getting all beautiful just for him not to be able to see it. Memorizing the feeling made it easier, that way he could at least get a picture in his head.

Stepping out, Catherine was stood there waiting for me, Della at her side.

Catherine’s dress was a traditional high breast line dress with shorter cap sleeves. It was a beautiful baby blue, her husband’s family color. It had slight navy detailing throughout with a gold waistband.

Della’s was a mix. Longer sleeves graced her arms while a higher breast line was sewn in to adapt to her growing belly. It was a beautiful blush with gold detailing throughout.

“Wow.” Catherine walked up to me, looking me over and spinning me around. “You look spectacular!”

“You picked wonderfully Catherine.” She held my hands there for a moment before Della came over as well.

“You’re going to be such a beautiful bride for Ominis. You make him so happy, it’s refreshing to see him smile.” Della tucked a piece of hair behind my ear as she spoke. “Thank you.”

“She’s right, I’m overjoyed you were chosen to marry our sweet baby brother.” Catherine chimed in before we went to change.

While the shopkeeper’s assistant was helping me get out of my dress, I couldn’t help but feel guilty. I did care for Ominis but, I wasn’t as loyal and doting as his family made me out to be. Marrying into a darker family such as the Gaunt’s was hard on me. While it may seem they are all caring and sweet to me, it doesn’t mean I don’t see what goes on behind the scenes.

I took solice where I could, and that was in the arms of Ominis’ Lord In Waiting, Sebastian Sallow.

Late nights wrapped in his arms, his hands combing through my hair while he listens to my worries. He gives me peace when things get dark at the manor. Sebastian is always there when I need him to be.

It was an innocent friendship, until it wasn’t.

Late one night, I was in Sebastian’s quarters talking to him about the latest developments in the Gaunt family that had me frazzled. “I just don’t understand Sebastian. I wish Ominis was spared from all of this. I wish the whole family would quit, it’s worrisome.”

He sighed, “I know, I’ve been living with them since birth. Lady Gaunt’s old lady in waiting was my mother. When she died in child birth, they raised me to be Ominis’ right hand man.” He cleared his throat as I looked up to listen to him. “It’s hard watching them partake in such devious affairs, but it’s our duty to be silent and show up when called.” The way he was looking at me made me stomach flutter. “You know better than me how hard this is. As much as Ominis may love you, to the rest of his family, you’re just a baby maker, the heir carrier. You are only here for Ominis to use you for his own heir making desires.” His tone darkened as he spoke.

“Sebastian I know my-“ Before I could finish, his lips were on mine. It was heveanly. I knew how wrong it was, and if anyone found out I’d be ruined and the Gaunt’s would probably kill us both. I was supposed to be saved for Ominis, but Sebastian’s lips on mine was too enticing to pull away. His hands wrapped around me as he pulled me closer to him, my hand quickly tangling in his hair.

He pulled away quickly, shock and regret lacing his features. “I’m so sorry, I don’t know what happened. I can’t believe I just did that to you-“

“Shut up and do it again.” I pulled at his collar as his lips were on mine again. I couldn’t get enough once I got a taste.

This had been going on for a couple of months, and it’s escalated over time. It went from innocent kissing to intimate pleasure. The guilt weighed heavily on me, but 90% of the time, Sebastian and I were the only ones in the manor. The Gaunt’s were never home, or at least not all of them at once. They were always off making deals or killing or sacrificing. They were always involved in dark wizard schemes, leaving Sebastian and I alone in the manor.

He had ruined me, we both knew that. My pureness was taken from me, my innocence gone. We both knew how wrong it was, and how much Ominis would be hurt if he ever found out, but we were addicted to each other. I felt even more guilty because I had caught feelings. He saw me as a human being and not just someone to produce an heir to the Gaunt fortune. I wasn’t just a baby maker to him, he saw my personality and got to know me.

The guilt hit me hard in the dressing room hearing Ominis’ sisters speak that way. I knew deep down I had to end things and come clean, but I wasn’t ready to face the consequences.

But I was afraid I already had.

Over the last week or two, I had noticed some odd signs indicating something wrong with my health. I was afraid I had caught a disease. I know my older sister warned me of diseases caught from these activities and the signs. If a man was unclean, or things were too frequent, I could catch something.

It worried me, and I was afraid someone else would see the signs and out two and two together.

—

Back at the manor, we were all eating dinner when Lord Gaunt stood up, lifting his cup. “I just want to say that not only am I so glad to have all of my children in my home again, but to the new additions coming soon. Another grand baby, hopefully an heir and a new wife, to bring us heirs.” He raised his glass as everyone drank to the toast. I looked to Sebastian, and I realized he was right. I am nothing more than my womb.

And now I’m afraid I’ve caught something that may inhibit my ability to bare children.

—

The day before the ball, I decided to secretly sneak to go see the house doctor, without anyone’s knowledge.

“What brings you here? You’re not in for a yearly check in for a couple of months? Are you sick?”

“I think so. I don’t know how I got it, but I’ve not been feeling right.”

“What signs are you having?” I spoke to him about my worries and concerns before he said he should do a wellness check. He sat me down and angled me so he could take a look to make sure I was healthy for my bethrothed.

“I’m just going to make sure everything is healthy down here. If you have a problem and cannot bare children, we will need to take immediate action.” I grimaced as he started the examination.

“Oh.” His tone had me worried.

“What? Do I have something?” My breathing was speeding up.

“Ma’am,” he made me decent and sat me up. “Pardon me for asking, but have you and Ominis…?”

“No!! We have not! Why do you ask?”

He took a deep breath, ask if he was searching for the words. “Don’t lie to me please. Have you let any man-“

“No! How dare you assume! What’s wrong with me? Please just tell me!”

“You are with child.” I sat there in shock. I was always close with Doctor Keizer, but there’s no way I could go this far into my personal life. I knew I could always go to him when I had issues, especially before Sebastian and I grew close. “Now, Y/N. Will you please tell me what happened? You know what you say in here stays in here. Who’s is it?”

I couldn’t believe it. How would I pull this off? People will begin to notice my symptoms. Ominis will surely know what I had done. “Please Y/N, we need to figure this out so I can help you.”

“Sebastian Sallow, the Lord-In-Waiting to Ominis.” Doctor Keizer cleared his throat.

“Oh dear.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Well, you have options. I won’t make you decide anything this moment, but I suggest you take a few days to weigh the risks and benefits. Please come see me when you know. And please trust, this doesn’t leave my office. Your secret is safe with me.”

“Thank you.” He gave me shoulder a pat before sending me on my way.

What was I going to do?

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(Sebastian)

It was the night of the ball, and I was fortunate enough to be invited to each one of these every year. Since I was Ominis’ eyes in public, I was automatically assigned to accompany him to every ball.

Ominis was very self sufficient, a wonderful dancer and usually good at finding his way around but he knew I loved going to these.

Ominis thinks it’s because I like the social aspect, or dressing up. I really enjoy going because Y/N always looks so breathtaking. I know it’s wrong, but how could I not love her? She’s so beautiful and she has such a kind heart. Her laugh lights up the room and her smile makes my heart stutter. She is so intelligent and has such an incredible personality.

She takes my breath away everytime she speaks.

I know I should tell my best friend that I’m bedding his future wife, but I can’t give her up yet. She’s addicting, every touch, every taste. I crave her presence, her kiss. I can’t live without her.

“Are you ready?” Ominis knocked on my door as he entered. I straightened my jacket before replying with a ‘yes’.

The ride there was silent. Something was on Ominis’ mind and I knew not to poke and prod.

The ball was beautiful, the Black family always throw the biggest ball of the year, and somehow it’s always better than the year before. I stood with Ominis, his father and the rest of Ominis’ brothers and brother in laws. The women of the family always rode seperately, as to make a special entrance. The crowd was silenced not long after the men had arrived as the servant at the door announced the women.

“Ladies and gentlemen! I now introduce Lady Amelia Gaunt, her daughters Lady Catherine Huntington, Lady Della Carnell-“ He went on to list the many women who were apart of the Gaunt family. I only cared about the last name. Y/N’s name was always last, and Iloved seeing her enter every time. “And finally, Duchess Y/N L/N, bethrothed to Ominis Gaunt.” The crowd bowed to them as the descended the stairs and towards the men. All the wives took their husband’s to dance. Lord and Lady Gaunt never really danced, they preferred to watch their children dance.

I watched intently as Y/N walked up to Ominis as he escorted her to the dance floor. It was intrigued me how she taught him to dance with her without sight. I would always notice a little tap or squeeze to signal him what to do. They had a secret language only the two of them understood, but it made for beautiful dances between them. Over the years I caught on to a few of the signals, but each one is so unique that it was rare.

I looked around at everyone dancing, disappointed that I will never have a chance to go find a wife. My position doesn’t allow for that, especially since my mother disobeyed that rule when she had me. “Why don’t you go dance with someone? I’m sure one of my daughters would love to dance with you!” Lady Gaunt grabbed my arm and smiled down at me.

“It’s okay, I would feel horrible taking them from their husbands. I prefer to sit back and watch.” She nodded and resumed watching. Little did she know I did want to dance, but only with one girl out there. I watched as they danced song after song. After awhile as everyone bowed to their partners, Ominis and Y/N returned as she whispered something to him and he smiled. I heard Ominis reply ‘why not?’ before letting her go to stand next to his mother.

That’s when time slowed down. Y/N walked up to me and held her hand out. “May I have this dance Mr. Sallow?” She smiled and I thought I was going to faint. I looked to Ominis before he spoke up, not even turning my way.

“Go Sebastian. Have some fun.” I took her hand as I led her out to the floor. We danced and I held her close. This was a dream come true. She looked stunning tonight in the dark green velvet gown. Her hair was tied back and she wore beautiful family jewels around her neck and on her head.

“You okay? You look dazed.” She laughed at me as I returned to the moment.

“Very much so.” I watched her lips curl up in a smile before it fell. “Are you?”

“Yes, just very bored of these events. It’s always the same.” I laughed at her.

“Well at least tonight I actually got out and danced. This is the first time I’ve done this.”

She stared at me with surprise. “For someone who’s never danced, you’re very good at this.”

“Don’t flatter me. The Gaunt’s still trained me, I just never got out like this in the social eye. Especially with my best friend’s bethrothed-“ I stopped talking as I saw her face drop in what seemed to be horror before quickly snapping back to a pleased expression.

As I spun her I looked to see what she was looking at, I saw someone speaking to Lord Gaunt as he was staring Y/N down. Something was wrong and now I was worried. I couldn’t let her out of my sight. As I caught another glance, I saw him point me out as well, it seems something is very wrong. I was worried for both of our safety now.

The dance ended as she bowed but she shot me a look that let me know she knew she was in trouble. She walked to Ominis while I was frozen. I slowly exited the dance floor to get a refreshment when Lord Gaunt appeared behind me. “Don’t think I don’t know what you’ve been up to, what you say about my family.” Before I could turn around to respond, he was gone, and so was Y/N.

This was not good.

The night continued on, and none of the other family members seemed to know where they had disappeared to.

As time dragged on, I felt like we were never going to leave until Ominis answered my prayers. “Can you escort me out? We are heading back to the mansion. My mother said there’s some business I need to attend to.”

“Is everyone coming?”

“No, just us three.”

My stomach was spinning in the carriage the whole way back to the manor. Something didn’t feel right and I think Ominis knew too. He was quieter than usual and although he may not know what was wrong, he knew something was off. With his other senses heightened, he was very keen on picking little disturbances up quickly.

Arriving to the manor, it felt eerie. It didn’t feel like my home anymore, it felt like a trap, a prison.

Ominis hesitated before following his mother in, leaving me to be the last to walk in.

I never expected to see what was before me in the grand entrance. While Lady Gaunt and Ominis walked up the stairs to their respective chambers, before me stood Lord Gaunt, Y/N tied with her hands behind her sat beside him. She was tied to the chair and obviously she had been tortured. Her hair was a mess and there were marks and blood covering her body. She was left in nothing but her corset and pants. She was struggling to breathe and her eyes were puffy with tears. I looked up quickly to notice Ominis standing above us on the grand staircase out of his father’s eyeline. While he could not see, by his facial expression Ominis knew exactly what was happening.

“Sebastian. Welcome back, I hope you had fun at the ball.”

“What is going on?”

He smirked as he drew his wand out of his sleeve. “I know what you’ve been saying about my family. How you don’t care for our ways of business, or how you don’t support the ways of dark wizards. You don’t believe in killing what you claim to be ‘innocents’.”

“What are you talking about?!” I took a step forward before he spoke up again, his tone harsh now.

“I don’t care who dies, but since you do, indulge me and I might just spare the mother of your unborn child.” His wand flew to her throat, making her cry out in pain from it digging into the skin of her neck.

My eyes flew open wide, she was with child? “What?”

“Don’t play stupid boy. I know what you did to her, going behind Ominis’ back. You took her for yourself and she went willingly. You’re lucky I don’t kill you right now for what you’ve done to this family.”

“I had no idea. She never told me! I am so sorry, I wish I had known.”

“Do you want to know what you can do to atone for the sins you’ve committed?”

I didn’t say anything, instead I couldn’t help but stare at her, she was carrying my child, and I did not even know and now she’s suffering because of me. “Kneel.”

“What?”

“You heard me Sallow, get on your knees. Pledge your allegiance to me and I might just spare her. He dug his wand deeper into her neck, making her cry out again. “GET ON YOUR KNEES!”

His voiced boomed and echoed throughout the mansion. I looked to her then to Ominis. He shook his head as if he knew I was watching. “Kneel boy!” Y/N cried out in pain again which mad me drop to one knee. “That’s a good boy.” I heard him walk towards me and take the point of his wand to lift my head up by my chin to look up at him. “Now do you care to tell me why you decided to go and rip the innocence from my son’s bethrothed?” In the corner of my eye, I saw Ominis untie Y/N and rush her upstairs.

“I love her sir.”

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(you)

“I love her sir.” I stopped in my tracks as Ominis tried to pull me to safety. I slowly turned to see the wreckage I have caused. Sebastian met my eyes as Ominis pulled on my arm again.

“We have to go now!” He pulled harder as I followed him, having to tear my eyes away from Sebastian. I heard yelling from his father and Sebastian soft, saddened voice. I couldn’t make out what they were saying as Ominis and I reached the top of the staircase, the full view in front of us. I looked to see Sebastian kneeled, Lord Gaunt across the room from him. I saw Sebastian say something before looking down. Time slowed as I rushed to the railing as Lord Gaunt raised his arm and yelled.

“Avada Kedavra!!”

I gripped the railing with one hand as I watched the horror unfold before me. My right hand reached out as I leaned over the railing, a blood curdling scream leaving my throat. “Sebastian!! No!!” I felt like I was going to collapse when Ominis grabbed me and ripped me away from the scene that just unfolded.

“We have to go!” As I let Ominis lead me away, I couldn’t rip my eyes away from Sebastian’s lifeless body. I felt numb. The man I loved was dead, and it was all my fault. I watched as he slowly disappeared from my sight as Ominis kept leading me somewhere. My feet were moving but there was no noise, I was not there. I was with Sebastian’s body, mourning him as he lay cold on the floor.

I did not see my surroundings or where Ominis had finally stopped us, I didn’t even realize I had gotten into a carriage. I was stuck with the image of Sebastian’s final breathe burned on the back of my eyelids.

I will never forget the burning of my vocal chords as I screamed for him.

The flashing of green is engraved into the back of my brain.

Ominis’ voice was faint, the words mumbled and incoherent. All I could hear was Sebastian’s words “I love her sir.” He loved me and it was that love that caused him to die.

A piece of me died with him that day.

A piece of me will forever reside in the grand entrance of that manor.

A piece of me will be left with Sebastian’s body whether he’s buried or burned.

But yet a piece of Sebastian lived on in me.

“Y/N? Please react. Let me know you’re there somewhere.”

“Ominis…”

“I know.” He reached out to find my head before leaning it on his shoulder and wrapping his arms around me, rubbing my back and combing my hair down. “I know…” His voice while calm, was broken.

And I think a piece of him died that day as well.

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hopepaigeturner · 1 year

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An Offer From an Avid Reader: Anthony and Benophie pt.3

Belatedly realised I still had part 3 of this in my draft and almost forgot about it 😂 😂

These scenes take place in the final episode sans, Sophie accepting Anthony's offer to be Francesca's ladies maid (allowing her to remain employed but distance from Benedict) and the Ep7 cliffhanger of Sophie being thrown into the jail.

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Anthony is pacing outside of the modiste, checking his stopwatch. Suddenly a very haggard Benedict turns up, deep shadows under his eyes and distressed appearance.

“By gosh, Benedict, you look like death.” Anthony grabs Benedict’s face and inspects it, Benedict blurrily responds. “Have you slept at all these past two days?” Benedict shrugs.

“It is either nightmares or insomnia.”

Anthony tsks regretfully.

“You shall wear yourself to the bone like this.”

“I can sleep when I know she is safe.”

Anthony gives his brother an unimpressed look but wisely decides not to push teh matter further.

“And you are sure this is a profitable avenue for information?” Anthony notions to Genevieve’s green door.

“Genevieve is Sophie’s oldest friend. If Sophie needed sanctuary she would have come here.”

They both knock loudly and hear muffled noises. Genevieve wrenches the door open, still in a dressing gown, and upon seeing both Bridgerton boys, (and due to their most recent unfavourable encounters with her), she glares and immediately goes to slam the door.

“Wait!” Anthony shouts, blocking the action.

She huffs with her most withering glare.

“I am tired of you Bridgertons hounding my door—leave me in peace.” With surprising strength, she jostles Anthony away.

“Araminta knows Sophie is in London!” Benedict cries.

Genevieve swings the door open, face aghast.

“What did you do?”

“My sisters let slip that Sophie was working for them and now Sophie has gone missing.” Benedict’s voice breaks. “I have spent the last two days scouring the streets, please Genevieve, please tell me she came to you.”

Her face is as gaunt as Benedict’s—the only two people who understand the true peril of the situation.

“No, no. I have not seen Sophie for weeks…oh god.”

Anthony steps forward.

“We need your help. Ofcourse we will reimburse—”

“Oh fie on you, your Lordship! As if I need money to rescue my friend. Wait a moment and I shall return.”

She does return, fully dressed, and accompanies the men to lead them to various old haunts of Sophie’s. As they walk Anthony is stunned to find out that both Benedict’s former lover and future wife are best friends.

Ginny waves off his judgements until she registers his words.

“Future wife?” She turns to Benedict, incredulous. “You wished to marry Sophie?”

“I still do. I asked her a fortnight prior, but she rejected me.”

Genevieve halts.

“You proposed?”

Benedict turns to her.

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“It is Sophie.” Benedict states as if that statement should be enough. Ginny continues blinking.

“I know, I love that girl and she is one of the finest women I know but…you proposed?”

Benedict throws his hands in the air.

“Why is everyone so surprised by the fact? It is Sophie. Sophie who is...she is just…”

The other two stare as the usually eloquent poet is rendered speechless trying to describe the love of his life.

“She is Sophie. She is my everything.”

“I keep forgetting to stop underestimating you, Benedict,” Genevieve replies, still a little stunned.

“I suppose the knowledge of Grandma Alexandra’s bequest encouraged your heart along,” Anthony comments.

“Her ring?” Benedict asks.

“And the sizeable income she left for you and any prospective family on your marriage day.”

“What income?”

“You truly did not know?” Anthony turns, Benedict shrugs, utterly perplexed. Anthony continues, “You would have faced the backlash of the ton, ridicule, whispers, and possible estrangement from the family…for her?” Anthony continues in disbelief.

“I would willingly take on any pain, any burden for her,” Benedict replies. A dawning realisation comes over Anthony.

“To honour her being with your words and deeds,” he finishes. The brothers share a poignant look.

“Indeed, and you will not sway my mind.”

Anthony sighs, the exasperated sigh of a bedraggled elder brother.

“Unfortunately, stubbornness is a family trait. Thank goodness Sophie has a good head on her shoulders—I was on the verge of despair for you.” Benedict smiles slightly before it falls away to worry. Anthony claps him on the shoulder. “Do not worry, brother, we will find her. Knowing Miss Beckett’s character, I think we all know she shall persevere through any circumstance.

*~*~*~

Then we get Sophie in prison sequence…

Honestly I want this to be the only time the ‘What is it to admire a woman’ is mentioned. I don’t want it to be overused in the series as a whole, and placing its return in a Benedict/Anthony context fits I feel.

That is the main part of the Anthony/Benophie interaction. Anthony does accompany Benedict and Violet to the prison to throw his weight around, as well as witness how in love Sophie is with Benedict. Then everyone returns to Bridgerton House.

(In my version of the bath scene is back at Bridgerton house, mainly because unlike the book, Benophie’s story/show will not just end there. It is an ensemble show so there needs to be final wrap up of other storylines etc. Therefore no overtly seggsy times. Don’t worry! instead we will get moments of cute Benophie ‘courting’ one another, a Benophie wedding and wedding night scene that hopefully will make up for it).

But before the bath scene, Sophie arrives back at Bridgerton house and is immediately wrenched out of Benedict’s hand by the enthusiasm of his sisters. (When this happens both Benedict and Sophie look utterly petrified, their terror of being separated once more fizzing through them).

Eventually Sophie is swept away, regardless of her protests, up the stairs for a bath. Anthony is left to stand next to Benedict…

“Well, that is all over now.”

“Yes…yes…” Anthony looks to find Benedict with lingering terror in his eyes, still staring after Sophie. Anthony puts an arm on his shoulder.

“Benedict, Sophie is safe.” Benedict nods mutely, but his entire being seems as delicate as cracked glass.

“Yes, I know…I know…”

“You will have a long and very happy life together.”

“Yes,” the tears threaten to erupt, Benedict looking as if he is on the verge of a breakdown, as his barriers brea down and he finally allow the emotions, pain and terror from the past days to be felt. “Yes, yes we will…”

Anthony looks at the empty doorway then sighs and turns to a maid.

“Will you be sure that Miss Beckett is put in the twin bathroom? She is to reside there for her stay and I believe she will appreciate a little solace and rest after her ordeal.”

“Yes, your lordship.”

Benedict looks at Anthony with furrowed brow.

“Is that not Francesca and Eloise’s old bathroom…the one they shared because it had two doors—" Benedict turns to his brother, eyes agog. Anthony does not meet his eye.

“You have a couple minutes before the staff make the connection and even less than that to sneak into that bathroom unseen—just please be discrete.”

“You are the best, brother.” Benedict cries. He embraces Anthony fiercely before running up the stairs. Anthony sighs and turns, walking towards his study.

“I need a stiff drink,” he mutters.

Anthony is allowed a little moments peace before the family descend. A little peace before someone asks the question.

“Where is Benedict?”

And ofcourse, Anthony has never been able to lie to his wife—or his mother for that matter. Alas that is for another post.

*~*~*~*~*

What do you think? I would love your quesitons/comments/thoughts.

Part 3/3. Part 1 here & Part 2 here

I’d love to hear your ideas/corrections/opinions and always open to chat or requests. Currently editing a rewrite of the 'garden scene' if anyone wants it.

Or check out the list here, for more of my ideas.

Or check out the general arcs of my prospective S4 here.

#an offer from an avid reader #an offer from a gentleman #anthony bridgerton #benedict bridgerton #benophie #sophie beckett #AKA Benophie win Anthony over with their love #Part 3 #bridgerton #adaptation #s4 speculation

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monarhrh · 1 year

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hola hola i am julieta and meet my beutiful child tatiyana. like this post if you wish to plot! i will message you via here or discord.

( genevieve gaunt, female, she/her, 30) ** ♔ announcing TATIYANA KARENINA ROMANOVA, THE GRAND PRINCESS OF RUSSIA! in a recent portrait they seem to resemble GENEVIEVE GAUNT. it is a miracle that SHE survived the last five years and for that reason, they are FOR the kingdoms working together. reflecting on them now, they remind me of SHARP TONGUE, AND EVER SHARPER MIND, WARM AS THE SUN AND BURNS LIKE ONE. (ooc: julieta, she/her,25, est) **

The Romanova name was enriched with a strong lineage, for hundreds of years they were among the highest nobility in all of Russia. That is not to say that they have all had the wit and courage to ensure that only the strong survived. For Tatiyana, she was brought up being told her family history in bedtime lullabies, like it was all sweet harmony.

Sometimes she wondered if all womanly sweetness had been spent on her sister’s, and she was left with nothing but bitterness and spite. Tatiyana was not inherently cruel, but she was exceptionally selfish. She did not do things for others without expecting something in return. In fact, unless it was her family, Tatiyana had no interest in another’s welfare.

Spoiled and indulged, she wanted for nothing and refused to share. Tatiyana knew that she was beautiful, knew that she had a mind for politics and pragmatism and most importantly, knew her worth.

When her betrothal to Dmitry Ivanovich Lobanov-Rostovskywas announced, he had pushed her against the stone wall and grunted that he looked forward to their wedding night. Dmitry had arisen in her mouth and she had an immediate rush of loathing for the brutish man.

Her greatest fear in life was a cage, an inescapable trap filled with ideas that she was a meek woman, just a broodmare to look docile and simper and the sight of her husband.

She waited five years, to wait for the right moment. After all that suffering, Tatiyana felt inspired. The Grand Princess convinced her husband’s man-servant to get the brute drunk while they were on a boar hunt. When she received a letter stamped with the sigil of House Swann, she had almost smirked, but instead looked woeful as she tore open the contents to reveal the death of Dmitry. No one suspected her, how could they? But the surface of her heart grew darker for it.

For a year she lived in the comfort of knowing that her life was tied to no man, but that was how long it took to secure another engagement. But she was less opposed to that man, her blood didn’t curdle at the sight of him. (OPEN FOR PLOTTING)

OTHER FACTS.

As a child, she suffered from horrible nightmares.

Tatiyana has a preference for sweet things, her favorite treat being lemon cakes.

Despite her self-indulged nature, she has a weakness for KIDS and they are perhaps the only people to make her laugh wholeheartedly.

Can dance more than moderately well but has no patience for instruments.

She detests getting wet or being cold, ironically, coming from Russia. So, she is not thrilled to be in Switzerland.

However, she does refuses to admit weakness and so she keeps her grumblings to herself.

Has an ostentatious style, everything is encrusted with jewels, and she is not scared of showing parts of her flesh ( i.e margery tyrell dress silhouettes ).

#1642hqintro #*˖ ⊹ tatiyana karenina ☆ﾟ ( musings )

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vicletfxre · 1 year

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⟨ genevieve gaunt. cis female. she/her. 28. ⟩ we welcome agnes blackwood to dorne , the lady of raventree hall. keep an eye out for their deceitful nature, they tend to cover it up by acting vivacious. rumor has it they are against the peace treaty, and their loyalties lie with house blackwood. you’ll know it’s them when you get flashes of a falcon's cry, the clinking of glasses of varying sizes, a betrothal stolen.

STATS

Name: Agnes Blackwood Nickname: Aggie, Bitch Alias: n/a Age: 28 Height: 5′7″ Weight: 132 lbs. Gender/Pronouns: cis female | she/her Sexual/Romantic Orientation: bisexual | biromantic Marital Status: Technically Betrothed Single

FAMILY

Mother: Former Ruling Lady Anyta Blackwood💀 Father: Former Ruling Lord Lucas Blackwood💀 Aunt(s): tbd Uncle(s): tbd Cousins: Lord utp Blackwood Siblings: Ruling Lady utp Blackwood, Lady utp Blackwood, Lady utp Blackwood, Lady utp Blackwood, Lady Celia Blackwood, Queen Consort Ravella Stark nee Blackwood Niblings: Prince Benjen Stark

BACKGROUND

When the ruling Blackwoods made their sixth attempt at a son, they did the same as when they tried the first, second, third, fourth, and fifth time; all manner of baseless rituals and the most far-fetched of wives tales. And their efforts were rewarded with yet another daughter, Agnes.

Agnes seemed to have been born with all the vanity and ambition within her parents. She excelled in singing, dancing, needlework, and conversation. She charmed any and all that came to Raventree Hall. And hid well the lust for power that swam in her dark eyes.

Above all else, however, the sixth Blackwood daughter desired to outshine her sisters. To have all eyes point to her the minute she entered a room. To have great lords and ladies hang on her every word, to be showered with suitors and proposals. And when word reached Raventree Hall that the King in the North was visiting with the Crown Prince, Agnes knew this was her ultimate opportunity.

But for all her airs and graces, Agnes was swindled out of a match that clearly should have been hers. To this day, she is unsure just what her little sister did to catch the stubborn King’s eye, what guiles the forgetful, wretched creature had brainstormed among her damned books. All Agnes knew was that when the King left, Ravella left with them.

One would think that Agnes would content herself when offers of marriage came in from far more powerful houses. Houses that could just as easily lend her the power and influence she sought. But Agnes rebelled mightily, for none were the betrothal that had been usurped from her grasp. 3 times the lord and lady Blackwood had arranged advantageous matches - ones that should have been improbable for a sixth daughter - and 3 times she had broken them all.

Of course no fault lay at her feet when each was broken, Agnes far too aware of the damage to her reputation should it be believed that she were to blame for the young lords balking away. And with the death of her parents following the third broken betrothal, she thought herself free to pursue her own betrothal. Were it not for the machinations of her eldest sister, perhaps she would have found one suitable to her tastes.

Her arrival in Dorne seems to herald that same opportunity from years earlier once more. Only a blind man would not notice the distance between her little sister and the new King in the North. What happened between them, Agnes doesn’t care. Just that the opportunity to claim what is rightfully hers has shown up at her doorstep, and the sixth Blackwood lady would not be turning it away.

MISCELLANEOUS

This section will be used to link headcanon posts tracking Agnes’s development as the rp continues. These sentences will be deleted once the first self-para is posted.

#♢[agnes blackwood]♢#♢[agnes — influence]♢#♢[agnes — countenance]♢#♢[agnes — interactions]♢#♢[agnes — expansion]♢#rfms.intro

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━━ INTRODUCING NYX TYRELL NEE WESTERLING, FIRST OF HER NAME. RULING LADY OF THE REACH. THE RED WIDOW. SHE IS KNOWN FOR BEING PERSUASIVE, INTELLIGENT, CALCULATIVE & MERCILESS.

I. STATS

FULL NAME : nyx tyrell nee westerling

TITLES : ruling lady of house tyrell (current), princess stark in the north (former), ruling lady of lannisport (former), ruling lady of house royce (former), rulling lady of house saltcliffe (former), ruling lady of house tully (former), lady of house westerling (former).

BIRTHPLACE : the crag, the westerlands

AGE : thirty

MARITAL STATUS : married

LANGUAGES : the common tongue, the old tongue

DYNASTY / HOUSE: westerling

MOTHER & FATHER : late ruling lord and lady of the crag

SUCCESSION ORDER : fifth

ISSUE : lady gaia saltcliffe (9), lady calypso royce (7), lady pandora lannister (5), lady hera lannister (4), princess artemis stark (2), princess athena stark (2)

OTHER : too many nieces and nephews to name.

RELIGIOUS AFFILIATION : faith of the seven, none.

ORIENTATION : bisexual

PERSONALITY TYPE : entj-t, the commander

VICES : calculative, merciless, unforgiving, cunning

VIRTUES : persuasive, intelligent, resourceful, attentive

FACECLAIM : genevieve gaunt

HEIGHT : 5′5 (160 cm )

RECOGNISABLE FEATURES : doe eyes, full lips, porcelain skin.

II. BACKSTORY

second to last youngest westerling daughter, another pawn of her family’s skims, she does as she is ordered and expected of her, but hates every second of it. definitely a loose canon however, she can be irrational when overtaken by rage and bitterness, soul reason she has taken it into her own hands to get rid of her husbands when she no longer sees the use for them. has been married six times, widowed five. during her time in the iron islands she used the wealth of the house to bring over a woman of essos whom she disguised as tudor/governess for her girls, however she was a red priest whom she hired to teach her magic all of all sorts. magic she never intended to use for the greater good, but for her own personal evil. she now is quite proficient in the use of blood magic. after many marriages, and all her husband's mysteriously dying rumors began that she was a witch, or simply a red widow.

III. PREVIOUS MARRIAGES

HOUSE TULLY: she was first married to the former lord tully whom was much too old for her, she kept the man drunk or drugged but away from her and the marital bed. he never touched her. with this and by result never had a child. he passed away, assumed by a heart attack, killed by her hand. she would’ve been 19 when she married him, 20 when she became a widow.

HOUSE SALTCLIFFE: thinking of having allies in the islands, she was then married off to lord saltcliffe. they argued often and could not find a way to get along for longer than a couple of minutes, to this add the iron born believes of treating her like a salt wife and not entirely a rock wife because of her origin in the main land eventually drove her mad with rage and her husband was presumed lost at sea. something she arranged. they had a daughter who is 9, wishes for her daughter to not be raised in the iron way nor inherit anything from the satcliffe house. she was 21 when she married, widowed at 23

HOUSE ROYCE: married to the former ruling lord not long after being a widow, she had no complaints of the man, he was kind, she simply hated being so secluded from people in the gates of the moon. took matters into her own hands after finding herself with child. unfortunately she was overconfident that she would have a son, she gave birth to a daughter again, no heir. she is now 7. married at 23 widowed at 24.

HOUSE LANNISTER OF LANNISPORT: the widow of lucien they fathered two little girls together who are 5 and 4 now. she may or may not be the one that killed him, their marriage was rocky, they both cheated and were aware of it, the fights were endless.. married at 25 widowed at 27.

HOUSE STARK: married to prince robert stark out of convenience but ends up falling in love with him. this is the only marriage she had actually agreed with as she had fallen in love with him, only for him to be killed not by her hand either. is still enraged about the whole ordeal. absolutely hates the forresters, could probs have something to do with audens death. they fathered twin girls who are now 2. married at 28, widow at 30.

HOUSE TYRELL: currently married into this house. she has been entirely devastated after the death of robert, and in fear of not having birth a male heir that would secure her position she seduces and tricks the current lord tyrell into marrying her in secret that latter broke in a scandal. it is frantically trying to get pregnant in hopes for a male heir to finally secure her spot somewhere.

#thronesintro #my most chaotic character to this day

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